Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.
Try as I might, I can't forget that first time Barry and I made love. And I don't feel funny using that phrase, because that's what it was.
At first I was carried away by the novelty--how strange it felt holding a man's hard, muscular body in my arms instead of the soft, yielding flesh of a woman's. His chest looked so different from Patti's, two chiseled slabs lightly furred with hair. I ran my hands over it, feeling leathery skin and hard muscle instead of cupping smooth handfuls of female breast. I traced the ridges on his stomach down to the long, heavily veined pole jutting from between his thighs. I hesitated before I took hold of it, which made him chuckle.
"It won't bite," he said. Then, "Want to suck it?"
To my surprise I found myself nodding. He smiled, encouraging me, and gently pushed on the top of my head until my face was just above his cock, the crown of dark flesh wet with clear fluid looming in my vision.
I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and took the plunge. I heard his quick intake of breath as I took his organ in. I tasted the salt of his precum, smelled the faint, clean scent of his crotch. A wave of passion surged through me and I plunged downward, trying to swallow him whole. My throat wasn't used to taking something that big and I gagged.
"Easy man," Barry said. "Take it slow."
I took his advice and pulled up, air wheezing through my nostrils, tears starting from my eyes. I ran my tongue around the head, licking more fluid out of the opening, finding the taste not at all unpleasant. I was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure from Barry. He ran his hand through my hair and gently pushed me downward again. This time I took him without choking, going further and further down until his pubic hairs tickled my nose.
"Mmm, feels good," Barry whispered. I began to slide up and down on his shaft, faster and faster. My enthusiasm didn't quite make up for my inexperience.
"Ow! Watch those teeth, Sean!"
I let go and sat up, mortified. Barry grinned at what must have been my very stricken expression.
"Don't sweat it. You're doing great for your first time. You like sucking cock, don't you?"
I did. Very much. I bent toward his erection again but his strong hand stopped me. "I'll be careful, I promise," I said.
Barry shook his head. "It's not that. My turn now, buddy."
Somehow I had thought that another man would be rough and uncaring in bed, interested only in getting his rocks off. It wasn't that way at all. Cumming was the last thing on Barry's mind. He took his time, using his hands, his lips, his tongue to show me all the ways in which a man could make another man feel good.
I think that's why even now the memory stays so clear in my mind--the almost shocking contrast between the granite hardness of Barry's body and the tender way in which he used it--between the sandpaper stubble on his chin and the softness of his lips and tongue. I discovered that my nipples were just as sensitive as Patti's when he took them in his mouth. He licked and fondled them until I was writhing with delight, then worked his way down to my hard, leaking cock. I had already felt his mouth on it, but was totally unprepared for the way in which he now teased the head with his tongue, licking the precum from the opening, running his tongue around the crown, then suddenly descending the shaft until his nose was pressed against my pubes, engulfing me. Soon he had me groaning helplessly.
Patti had given me head, but I always felt she was doing it to please me. Barry was doing it not only to please me, but also because he loved what he was doing.
As if reading my mind, Barry ceased his labors, raised his head and winked at me. "Can you tell I love your cock?"
My laugh was shaky. "Uh--I think so."
"So fucking hot." His eyes darkened with renewed lust. "Got any rubbers? I want this thing up my ass."
Something in me recoiled at the thought of what he was suggesting, but his consuming desire overrode my inhibitions. "I keep some in the nightstand," I said, pointing with my eyes. "The lube's under the bed."
Barry snickered. "For those sudden midnight urges, eh?" In a flash he had gathered the necessary equipment together and was rolling a condom over my cock. He stroked lube onto it, then reached behind himself. When he was done he raised himself over my prone body, took hold of my hooded rod and guided it into the cleft behind his balls. I felt pressure that increased almost to the point of pain, then a sudden, squeezing warmth. Barry grimaced and stopped moving.
"You okay?" I asked him.
He nodded, managing a smile. After a moment he began to bend his knees, lowering himself toward my body. I raised my head, watching my cock disappear inside him. The sensation was indescribable--I'd never felt anything like the velvety smooth pressure and heat that surrounded my organ. I felt his butt pressing against my pubic bone and realized I was all the way in.
I looked up at Barry's face. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, his expression one of rapt ecstasy. Again I felt the shock of revelation. There was no doubt he was enjoying this as much, if not more, than me. He leaned forward, grabbing and stroking my chest with the palms of his hands as he rocked back and forth.
"Fuck that's good," he said softly. I made some noise of assent. Barry opened his eyes and smiled at me. He raised his body so that my cock partially emerged from the thicket of hair around his asshole, then brought himself down in one quick motion, plunging it back in. Simultaneous grunts of pleasure came from both of us.
"You like that?"
Without waiting for my answer, he began to ride me, my cock sliding in and out of him. One strong hand grabbed his own cock and began to jack it as he used mine. Barry's asshole was far tighter than anything my dick had ever been in before. Expertly he worked muscles somewhere inside, squeezing and rubbing my pole until I was on the verge of shooting. With that odd telepathy he had, Barry slowed down, opened his eyes and looked at me again.
"Not yet, buddy. Let's turn over."
He slid a hand under my back and urged me up, then leaned back, taking me with him, until I was lying on top, my cock still inside him, his knees against his chest and his calves hooked over my shoulders. Barry grinned mischievously, grabbed my head and planted a quick kiss on my lips.
"Do your thing, straight boy. Fuck me."
I began to thrust, increasing my pace until I was drilling his hole. The harder I fucked him the more Barry egged me on, chanting a litany of obscenities while he fisted his own leaking cock underneath my driving body.
"C'mon, fucker, give it to me. Fuck that hole. Give me that hot load in my man pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me."
"Gonna cum," I said through gritted teeth.
"Do it. Do it now, fucker."
"Oh, yes, oh yes, YES--" I lunged forward as if to split Barry in two as the orgasm boiled up from my balls, shouting wordlessly at the top of my lungs as I delivered what felt like a quart of cum through my cock into the rubber inside him. Dimly I was aware of Barry shouting too, his hand moving frantically between us, hot thick fluid spilling onto his stomach and matting the sweaty hair.
I clung to him like a drowning man in a hurricane. At last I started to catch my breath and my body sagged down onto his, just as it had in the shower. My head hit the pillow and I opened my eyes.
I raised myself and looked down at him, then at me. Here I was, lying with a man bent double underneath me, my cock buried in his ass. My body was sticky and fragrant with his sweat and cum. For quite a while my body had been doing all the talking for me, but now my mind began to try and take back control.
"You okay, Sean?"
Barry must have sensed what was happening, because he added, "Don't think. Just feel. How do you feel?"
