Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 09:56:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Terry Wright <wavey1008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fourth Time's a Charm

I hope you enjoy this fictional story. Don't read anything that's illegal
or offensive for you. Be safe. All strokes or pokes answered, just not
flames.

Fourth Time's a Charm

      I always joked around with Billy, the 18 year old carpenter's helper
who manned the health club desk on weekends. He never seemed to work out,
but he didn't have to. He was built solid, with big arms and thighs, and
his job kept him hard. He was tanned and on the way from being a cute boy
to a handsome man. At closing time that Sunday I must have felt a little
sorry for myself because I mentioned that my wife had gone out of town for
the week.

As I walked out the door, Billy called out behind me,

Closing time, I'm right behind you!

In my car, I turned left to the video store, instead of right toward home,
as always on Sunday afternoon. But with Janey gone I wouldn't go for the
usual comedy or drama--it would be the hardest porn on the shelves.

When I got home I was surprised to see Billy's car in the drive. He got out
when I did, holding a six pack of beer.

Want some company, Mr. K? he asked. I know you don't usually have to watch
them by yourself, he awkwardly added.

Well, I thought, this was a little weird, but what the hell, when he
realizes we aren't going to be watching the latest Hollywood it won't be
anything new to him. I remembered some of our conversations. Any time I had
a chance I would draw him out about himself, and I knew that when he was at
home on weeknights he spend a lot of time jacking off. A couple of times,
he said, he had cum four times in the space of a couple of hours. It really
might be interesting to watch this movie with him, I thought.

I invited him in.

Stick the beer in the fridge and bring a couple upstairs, I said.

I got upstairs first and put the DVD in the player. He came in while I was
fiddling with the remote and I heard him wad up the paper bag and jam it in
the wastebasket next to the couch. We sat down and watched. It was a super
lesbian gang bang sort of thing, beautiful girls sucking on each others'
nipples, tonguing clits, sticking dildos in cunts, sometimes asses. The
scene was so unreal, no feeling or humor, but still I felt my cock getting
hard. I looked over at Billy. He was staring at the screen. He hadn't said
anything, and I guessed he was okay with it.

Want another beer? I asked, I can switch this off if you don't like it.

No, its great Mr. K, I've seen it before but I enjoy it every time.

Okay, I said, I'll bring us some more brews up.

I got back with the beer, opened cold ones for us both and sat down. When I
looked up at the screen, the action was still gay but now it was just guys.

Wo! I said, I didn't know they had this up there!

I spoke before I had a chance to think. I reddened immediately because it
was obviously not a different episode on the same DVD, as I momentarily and
ridiculously had assumed. How could I be so naive? Of course Billy must
have changed the lesbian disk for one he had brought over in the bag, while
I was downstairs. But, too, and much worse, I was embarrassed because my
surprise was so clearly delight, and what to do now Billy had changed the
rules of the game? In the film a beautiful young man with long brown hair
and dark eyes was going down on a blond surfer type. He was deep throating
him with incredible abandon, the muscles rippling through his arms and
shoulders as one hand cupped his balls, and the blond was shaking with
passion to the rhythm of the dark eyed boy's waving hair. It was an
intensely hot scene. I sensed that Billy was dividing his attention between
the film and me, and I was aware of my cock getting hard. I was afraid to
look at him and catch his eye, it would be too much for me. He'd see me
blushing and we'd both know the game was up. I knew I would have to reach
for him or ask him to leave.

Then the phone rang and instead of going downstairs to pick it up I was so
flustered I took it on the extension next to me. It was my wife. She was by
herself in her hotel room and lonely. She said she was so horny. I started
to tell her what I'd like to do for her and to her. I told her my tongue
was in her slippery cunt and I could taste her, and I spoke loud enough for
Billy to hear. I sensed his attention. When I described how I'd like to
suck on her clit, I told her I wanted to take that hard little thing
between my lips and massage until it got as big as my cock. At first Billy
tried to act as though he wasn't listening, but when I described to her in
detail all the moves I'd make on that giant clit, pulsing and slippery with
cum, his head snapped around towards me. I wasn't picturing her slit any
more. I was picturing my tongue on his cock, and I was pretty sure he knew
it. But I figured that since I was pretending to be absorbed with her, I
could get away with slipping a hand under the waistband of my shorts and
massaging my own cock. What a turn on it was to know Billy was listening
and watching!

Pretty soon Janey was moaning, letting me know my talk was working for her
too. When I almost told her I was licking right around up under the head of
her clit I knew I'd better be careful. I'd had enough. I wanted in the
worst way to get back to the scene with Billy and see where it would
go. Still, I stuck it out with her, and after a while her moaning began to
sound serious. I knew if she came and thought I didn't, she'd feel bad and
hold me on the phone until she thought I'd got off, and I didn't want
that. So I started moaning too. In fact, I had to be careful not to stroke
myself too hard. I risked a glance at Billy and I knew he was rapt. Between
the hot woman and the hot boy-man it was almost too much for me. In the end
I timed my fake orgasm with her real one, both of us shouting. As quickly
as I thought I could get away with it, I told her I loved her and could
taste her creamy cunt right through the wire, and hung up.

Now I was ready to look openly at Billy. There really wasn't much else I
could do anyway. I was worried he might think I'd cum with Janey and wanted
him to leave. So I let my cock slip out over the top of my shorts where he
could see it. It was hard as a brick and glistening with pre-cum. I was
sure my wet but still hard condition would get his attention. He was
flustered and now it was his turn to blush--which made him look even
younger. I had a sudden inspiration. What would he do and then what would I
do if...?

Well, I said, don't go anywhere, but I haven't had a chance to take a
shower after my workout. I'll be right back.

He was tense, frozen on the spot, and I knew I didn't have to worry about
him leaving.

Okay, he said in a monotone that cracked at the end.

As I got up, the movie blond's groin jerked up and down, his head tossed
back and forth, and cum started leaking from the dark eyed boy's mouth. He
was mouth fucking the blond so hard that he misjudged his moves and the
blond's cock came right out of his mouth. As cum squirted up along his
cheeks and into his long hair, it was all I could do to keep walking toward
the door. But I had the presence of mind to make sure my leg brushed
Billy's as I went out.

I was just finishing my shower (I could hardly keep my hands off myself)
when I heard a tentative knock on the door. I could hardly restrain myself
from just inviting him in.

Instead, I shouted, I'm almost done, what is it?

I got out of the shower quietly so I could talk through the door without
opening it. I was pretty sure Billy was fishing around to see if he could
join me. At first there was a silence, then he said something I couldn't
understand.

Finally he seemed to pull himself together, and asked, Do you want me to go
home, Mr. K., or do you want to watch the rest of the movie?

I answered with another question, Yeah, I'll be out and watch the rest of
it with you, or would you like a shower too?

This was cruel, because if he said yes it might mean we would get naked
together or it might mean he would wind up taking a shower alone while I
watched the movie. He wouldn't be able to turn me on to him by watching the
movie with me, like he'd planned. But he rose to the bait.

I guess I'd like a shower, he answered.

Okay, is all I said, and I took my time getting dried off and
dressing. When I stepped out the door fully clothed he looked pretty
unhappy. He didn't notice that I turned to one side to hide my hard-on.

Billy had paused the DVD when he left the room. I started it up again. Now
it was the dark eyed boy's turn, and he was as aggressive about being blown
as he was as a cocksucker. He was holding the blond's face down tight over
his crotch, one hand gripping his hair, and he was ramming his cock into
the guy's mouth. The blond was toughing it out, but you could see he was
having a hard time not gagging. I watched until I couldn't stay away from
Billy any longer. I headed for the bathroom and entered without knocking.

Want some company? I asked.

There was a very brief silence, then a choked Yes!

We could see each other through the translucent shower door, but not well
enough for eye contact. I felt free to look at all I could see of him
without embarrassment. I couldn't make out his facial features or
musculature well, but his overall proportions were all the more
striking. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, powerful thighs and calves, put
together in a very harmonious package. Was this about to be mine? As though
in a dream I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and stepped out of my
shorts and underwear. My skin felt a little numb and I felt very clumsy. He
was facing me and I knew he was watching me. It made me nervous that I
didn't look as good as him, more nervous than I'd ever been with a girl,
even as a kid. I worked out, true, but my looks were only average and I
didn't have those broad shoulders and narrow hips.

      When I was finally completely naked I walked over to the shower door
and opened it. He was watching me, his back against the faucets. His body
was smooth except for light brown tufts of hair under his arms and around
his cock and balls. I felt a sudden elation, paused, then stepped over the
threshold. The water cascaded between us. For a silent moment we held each
other's gaze. Then, together, we stepped into the water. I was taller and
put my arms over his shoulders and around him, and his arms encircled my
waist. I lowered my face to him, and we kissed, gently at first, then open
mouthed and hard. His grip on my waist tightened and his stiff cock pressed
into my belly. Mine pressed into his. My tongue explored the inside of his
mouth. Soon he was flexing his calves, rising up on the balls of his feet
and masturbating against my belly and my cock. As he sank down my tongue
would almost cum out of his mouth, and as he pressed back up I would thrust
it back in again. I had a sudden fantasy of the tip of my tongue on his
cockhead. His motion got frantic and we were beyond kissing. I hunched over
and took a nipple in my mouth, cupping his angular shoulder blades in my
palms and massaging them. As I licked and sucked he calmed and slowed down,
prolonging the joy. Finally his groin and thighs tensed, there was a sudden
hard thrust followed by weaker thrusts, and I felt warm liquid flowing over
my belly and thighs. I moved my lips from his sensitive nipple to the
center of his chest, and gently sucking, I caressed his back with my
fingers. Still the cum was pumping onto us from his pulsating cock. When he
was finished he released his grip on my waist. I sank to my knees in front
of him. I licked and drank from his thighs as his hands entangled
themselves in my hair and shower water washed over us both. His cock was
half-hard. I thought it would be a good deal longer than average when
erect, and it was already getting thicker. The shaft sweetly tapered from
the root to the head, which was also shapely but not very big. In short, a
well-made spear. I gently took it in my right hand and drew it into my
mouth, then reached around and gripped the tight, hard cheeks of his
ass. This time in my mouth, then two times more'll make four cum shots!

      He was a perfect fit in my mouth as long as I kept my head moving and
didn't try to swallow the whole thing. I sucked that beauty hard for many
minutes, my lips tight around the shaft and staying as low on it as I could
manage. Then I relaxed my mouth and brought it out over the head, gently,
swirling my tongue around the smooth skinned bell. This drew the kind of
response I was hoping for. His whole body shuddered and he tightened his
grip on my hair. I went back to the shaft again. The next time I came up to
the head I massaged that sweet spot between balls and anus with the fingers
of one hand. He shuddered again and pressed forward, driving his cockhead
right up against the back of my mouth. I sucked for all I was worth, my
head in the vise between his hands and thighs. Halfway through one of his
thrusts into me, his cock seemed not only to press in but to swell out on
all sides. At the same time his ball sack tightened, and swelling up in my
palm. This new response to my best efforts made me lose all control--my
thoughts completely disappeared into my desire for him. My middle finger
slid back from his balls, found the entrance to his hole, and, as though of
its own accord began working its way inside. Still on its slow inward
thrust, his cockshaft now drove faster through my lips. I wanted so badly
to get the head right into my throat, but just as it hit the back of my
mouth, out spurted a jet of hot liquid which spread out from there on down
to the top of my throat. I swallowed it. Then his hands forced me onto him
and I swallowed his cockhead too. There was more cum. I refused to let
myself choke. He tasted salty and rank, but also a little sweet. It was
good. With the taste was the thought that this beautiful boy was blowing
off in my mouth because he liked what I was doing to him. When I had drawn
out of him every bit that I could, I let go of his now almost soft cock and
placed my mouth against the hard ripples of his belly, then kissed his
angular pelvic bones and the curve of his thighs.

That your first time? he asked.

Yes, I breathed.

That's what I thought at first, but then I wasn't so sure. You were great!
Now it's my turn. Just stand up and let me do my thing.

I did as he said. He stood behind me, his long, limp cock pressed between
my legs. Squirting some body lotion on one hand, he reached around to my
very erect cock. His other hand fondled my balls. He seemed to have a
hundred ways of handling me, stroking just the side or the top of the
shaft, or the bottom right up to that sensitive triangle under the head,
shifting hands, sometimes chafing me between both, sometimes one on the
shaft and the other on the head. I just leaned back against him and
enjoyed. After a while I felt his cock begin to stir, still trapped between
my legs and pointing down. It grazed the underside of my taut balls. I
moved my hips back against him and in time with me he made little thrusting
motions. I was building towards climax, but I wanted to prolong it, so I
put a hand on his cock, pulled it away from mine, and gently brought his
fingers to my mouth. I sucked them. Meanwhile I caressed the back of his
hand, and that, combined with his fucking the insides of my thighs, got him
very hot very fast. When I finally reached around behind me and pulled him
hard against me, he was coming. At first he was shooting on the floor, but
when I released him he backed away from me, let his cock spring up, and
finished in the crack of my ass.

Wow, he said, and sagged down onto hands and knees on the floor of the
shower.

He got down behind me and tongued the cum out of my crack.

Great! I yelled, I was so excited.

I was shaking all over and my cock felt like it was about to burst with
pent up cum. What could I do to keep this going? Right then I just wanted
to touch him all over. So I managed to ask if I could soap him down. Sure,
whatever, he said. I turned the shower back on and began to lather him
up. He closed his eyes and my fingertips explored his face and his
neck. Then I moved to his chest, where I soaped his nipples gently till
they were hard. My hands roamed over his belly and all the muscles of his
back, the lean and dimpled cheeks of his ass, and his ropy calves and
feet. When I felt he might have recovered enough from the last orgasm for
this to feel good, I lightly passed my hands and fingers over his cock and
balls. At the same time I ran a soapy finger around his anus, then
carefully pressed it inside. I spread his cheeks and let the shower rinse
him. Then to make more room I kicked the shower door open. Water splashed
everywhere. Kneeling behind him I brought my face down to his ass. I
pressed my face between his cheeks, stuck out my tongue, and rimmed
him. The skin was a lot like the aureoles around Janey's nipples, and with
a crinkly roughness that was also soft. My heart beat hard and for a moment
I couldn't breathe. I had always wanted to tongue her like this, but she
wouldn't have anything to do with it. I had never thought of doing a guy. I
pushed the top of my tongue flat up against his hole, pressing and
releasing with a soft popping sound. He moaned and suddenly I felt the head
of his cock up against my chin, where he had stuck it back between his
legs. It was spreading its precum over my chin and throat. Okay, I thought,
and, adjusting my position and turning my head to one side, I took his cock
in my mouth. Sucking on the head, which was all I could reach, I caressed
his anus with the fingers of one hand. That started him going, but he still
had a long way yet. Before he'd gotten too far, I opened my mouth and let
his cock slip out. When I thought he might have slowed down I started
putting hickeys between his balls and hole. I knew I'd better be
careful. He was that trigger-happy, and I wanted our play to last. I only
pressed the edge of my hand between his ass cheeks, occasionally grazing
the surface of his hole.  The flesh under my lips quivered and he shuddered
all over.

Tongue, tongue! he sobbed out.

Before I could even absorb his words, he dropped down so that my lips were
at the level of his hole again, in fact, they were pressed against the
aureole--a perfect fit. I sucked hard, the hole opened, and I plunged
inside. But not for long. Squeezed back out, I massaged him with the tip of
my tongue, then with the flat. With one hand I reached forward and stroked
his cock. He was building, very slowly, so slowly to orgasm, and his
sphincter muscle was expanding and contracting. I pressed my tongue inside
whenever I could, rimmed him when I couldn't. Finally I couldn't wait any
longer. I had to get all the way in, past that tight rim, and my tongue
just wasn't up to the job. I gave him a last hard lick and thrust, and let
go his cock. The fourth orgasm would be mine! Wait, wait! he gasped, but
there was no way I could stop. I raised up on my knees and took my cock in
hand. Over all, it's no smaller than his since it's thicker. It's as big
around as a coke can and hardly tapered at all from behind the large bell
shaped head back to the root. Rigid and throbbing, precum was oozing out
the end. I spread his cheeks and placed the head against his hole. I
started to reach up and grab some body lotion off a shelf for lubrication,
but just then he stood up.

I asked you to wait, he said, as he turned toward me.

He didn't seem angry, but he stepped out of the shower and away from my
throbbing hard-on. Then taking a towel, he started to rub me down. My cock
seemed huge. If he so much as touched it.... But he didn't, and as I stood
there trembling with passion and confusion, he dried me off, then himself.

Turn the shower off and let's go in the bedroom, he said.

I did it, with him right behind me.  He sat on the bed. Well, do you want
it or not, he asked. His cock was half-hard by now. Oh, I thought, he wants
me to blow him again. I was very disappointed, but if that's what he
wanted, I could get into it. Already I was imagining his flesh stiffening
between my lips. I knelt in front of him. When I saw him reach down to his
crotch I thought he was going to give his cock a couple of strokes before
handing it over to me, but instead he put his hands under his taught balls
and lifted them up, exposing his hole. He spread and lifted his legs,
looking straight at me. Hold my legs up ... FUCK ME! he almost shouted. My
thoughts went into slow motion. Hang on a second, I said, and got some of
the lube that Janey and I used out of the drawer in the bedside table. I
was afraid I was too close to last more than a few seconds, and I wanted to
get the most out of it. I knelt down before that hole. I couldn't resist
running my tongue around it first--it was just too sweetly forbidden. Out
of the corner of my eye I could see his cock beginning to stir. Better not
delay any more. I squeezed some lube on his pink pucker. Now I grasped his
calves and raised them up high. I laid the head of my cock up to his
hole. I pressed and felt tremendous resistance. I moved this way and that,
increasing and then decreasing the pressure, but didn't seem to be making
any progress. It didn't look like I could fit inside him, thick as I was,
but I kept on trying, more out of desperation than anything else. I was
about to give it up when the feeling subtly changed. I pressed again, and,
suddenly, I was just inside! All my sensations were focused just behind my
cockhead, where the pressure of his grip was incredibly intense. I looked
up. He was still looking straight at me, and now he nodded slightly. My
eyes fixed on his, I pushed. The sensation increased for a moment, then I
gained a fraction of an inch. I held; and, our eyes fixed on each other, I
took a little more. His grip increased, and as I entered deeper and deeper
its tight grasp moved down my shaft. As soon as my cockhead and each inch
of shaft behind it would get past his opening, it was gone. It was as
though I was not only disappearing but disintegrating inside him. And the
pleasure! It spread from where his hole gripped me to every other part of
my body. I took it as slow as I could, but I wanted my groin to be pressed
hard up against his ass cheeks when I came, my cock lost inside him. When
the tops of my thighs grazed his ass cheeks that was almost it. But I
wanted to prolong it. I stopped moving, still feeling the ecstasy of our
contact. The mere intimacy of locking gazes with him was almost too much. I
talked myself into relaxing, and suddenly the pressure in my cock and balls
let up.

      I was dead still when he reached forward and began to chafe his limp
cock between his palms. As much action as it had just seen, it was very red
and I could see that he was having to go easy on it.

Hang on, I said, and taking the lube I squirted it liberally on his cock
and hands.

Thanks, he said.

It wasn't long before he'd gotten it half-hard, then rock solid. But it was
slow going, and every now and then I let him have some more lube. The lube
mixed with his pre-cum so that, when he would draw his fist up to where it
was encircling his cock head, his corona and slot were surrounded by a
thick foam. I was so entranced at the sight and the expectation of his
orgasm I could hardly speak. Aim it at me, shoot me, shoot me, I
breathed. Still stroking, he pushed his rod in my direction. It swelled and
twitched, then shot a wad onto my belly, and one straight up into the air
which came back down on his balls. But these fireworks weren't the whole of
it, because when his orgasm started his hole started clenching and
releasing on the base of my cock. I was almost frantic with the combined
visuals and the newly building sensations in my cock and balls. This really
was going to be it for me! I'd made myself hold still while he was
masturbating, and my cock had softened and shrunk enough that it had been
squeezed part way out of his hole. His orgasm had gotten me hard again. Now
two thick rivulets of his cum, one on him and one on me, slid down to where
we were joined. I was well lubed now, and one millimeter at a time I
stroked back in. The pressure was intense, then it moved inside, into my
cock and balls. This is what I was looking for! Soaring ecstasy, building
through groin and chest, arms limp and thighs tensed. I had to break our
locked gaze and close my eyes. Again my thighs met his ass cheeks, and this
time he responded by pushing hard back at me. He sensed how far gone I was,
and he laughed. That made me lose it, too, and as the sensations peaked,
and then began to subside, I was laughing for joy. When it was over I
collapsed and lay beside him. Soon I noticed a change in his breathing and
knew he was asleep. I drifted off too.

I came back to consciousness with an awareness that the bed was gently
moving. It was light outside so we must have slept all night. I looked over
at him. He was lying on his back with a hard-on, well into it now, one hand
at work. A shaft of sunlight lit up the pre-cum on his corona and made it
glisten. Wordlessly I crawled up onto my hands and knees and placed a hand
over his. He removed his hand and squeezed mine, then let it go. I stroked
him till he was very hard, then I stood above him and straddled his cock. I
lowered myself till I felt his cockhead press into my waiting flesh. I sank
onto him, bit by bit. First there was the excitement of penetration, then
the sharply increasing pressure as the swelling taper of his shaft made
itself felt. Slowly, so slowly, his long cock took possession of me. I knew
I'd ring his bell a fourth time now, and later I'd try for a fifth and a
sixth.