Lover Boys Forever (6 page)

Nothing.

I stepped back into the circle of light and waited.

Suddenly, a cool breeze swirled around me, and my robe puffed up. I turned to see where the draft was coming from and noticed a shadow and then another and another. Silhouettes surrounded me and moved closer.

As they neared, I saw they all wore hooded robes like mine. I waited and felt someone touch my shoulder. The hand grabbed the hood and pulled it off my head. The sudden flash of light blinded me
, and I didn’t see the surge. When I opened my eyes, I was the center of a tight circle. Two hands reached forward and unzipped my robe, as the front opened, hands from behind pulled it off my shoulders.

My erection had softened once the uncertainty rose, but the stirring started again, now that I was on display. The hair on my body glistened in the spotlight
; the heat of the light and the staring eyes started a sheen across my body.

Hands emerged from the long sleeves and started to caress my body. My arms, my back and my chest were the first places touched, but my ass was the next target. Fingers explored and touched, traced and pinched.

I didn’t see the thick blanket until it was rolled across the floor. As my bare feet stepped onto it, hands picked me up and lay me across the center. I couldn’t fight the invasion; I was to embrace whatever happened.

Fingers pulled along my G-string and sweet music started to flow from my body. I rose to full erection and felt exploration into my satin pouch. One snap, and the fabric was gone
, and I was naked, except for the mask.

For some reason, I didn’t feel naked. The mask covered me, my identity, and my dignity. It gave me power to accept joy and have fun. The crowd stood up and unzipped their robes. There was a mass shedding of robes, and naked male bodies surrounded me.

I thought I recognized a few of the bodies, but one stood out. I knew this one very well. I’ve dreamed about that hairy chest many times, and just recently saw it fresh out of the shower. The man stepped back from the group, and a few seconds later, the spot light went out, plunging the auditorium into darkness. Then the action started. Hands, fingers, lips, and tongues covered my body, explored my body, and tasted my body. I thought I smelled English Leather for a moment, and then it was gone.

Since hands touched me, I felt free to touch back. Hairy legs, a low hanging set of balls, a throbbing penis, and an open mouth. My legs were spread wide, and my cock was sucked, stroked, and celebrated.

Rolling onto my side opened me up for a posterior invasion. I had never been in an orchestral orgy. Music and rhythm flowed through the room as skin rubbed against skin. The room heated up, and my whole body tingled as if a bass beat throbbed through the building.

My climax rose to the edge and receded, only to rise and recede again. I lost count of how many things I had sucked on and how many fingers had entered my body, but the sweat flowed over me and someone slowly and steadily worked my engorged flesh to bursting. The sweetest aria into the world flowed over me and out of my cock. More followed close behind with a harmony only heard from a choir of angels. When I crawled out of the cacophony, I couldn’t find my robe or sandals, even my G-string was gone.

Since I couldn’t find my robe for the walk across campus, I used a curtain that covered the workings under the stage. I abandoned the curtain after my shower, once I returned to the dorm. I walked down the hallway back to my room buck naked. I noticed the light was on in Mr. Ramsey’s room, and it looked like the door on his side was open.

Was that an invitation for me?

I hadn’t seen him at the Masked Ball, but the lights went out before I saw much. The invited guests saw me, but I recognized a few. I stepped over to the door and unlocked my side. I placed my ear to the wood and listened.

“You can come in if you want,” Mr. Ramsey called.

“I’m naked.”

Silence.

I grabbed my sweats and slipped them on. Opening the door, I peeked around the archway.

Mr. Ramsey wore a leather mask as he read in bed. His hairy, bare chest rose above the blanket. He set his book down on his lap and looked at me. “I thought you were naked.”

I flushed as he scanned me.

“What have you been up to?” He removed his mask and patted his bed.

So he had been involved. I wondered if he had organized the whole Masked Ball. But what did he want? He had left the event before it started. I knew what I wanted; it’s what I’ve wanted for so many years. Did he know what I wanted? “What are you reading?” I neared the bed and turned my head to read the title:
Flowers in the Attic
.

“Guilty pleasure for the summer,” Mr. Ramsey said. “It’s the only time I get to read the fun stuff.” He set the book down and patted the bed next to him. “Are you cold? You can join me if you want.” He pulled the blanket and the sheets back and slid over.

I took his offer and jumped in next to him. My bare feet brushed against his as I snuggled next to him.

“Did you enjoy the Masked Ball?”

“How did you …? Did you set that up?” I turned to look into his eyes, his hazel eyes.

His eyes glowed with excitement. “I did send you the offer for the Masked Ball, but it was up to you to accept or not.”

“I didn’t know what it was about. The G-string gave me an idea, but …”

Mr. Ramsey smiled. “I wanted to join you, but I’m jealous, I wanted you all to myself. I always have.”

“What?”

“Why did you think I spent so much time with you? Training you, perfecting you, encouraging you to be the best, and hoping you’d stay with it.”

“I loved those weeks of band camp. I loved …”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed to tell me you jacked off to me?”

My face burned.

“I’ve jacked off thinking of you, many times, I did even last night.” He reached under the covers and adjusted himself.

Was he completely naked? I hadn’t noticed when I slipped into the bed.

I reached over to touch his chest. The scent of English Leather filled my nostrils. He was so warm and hairy under my palm.

Mr. Ramsey settled back into his pillow, allowing me to explore and caress. I traced over his pec to the dip between and followed the line underneath. My thumb brushed his nipple, and I felt it rise under my touch. I pinched it and turned it, making it grow hard in my fingers. My other hand moved to the other side, and I turned to face him.

He looked into my eyes and kissed me, deep and hard and passionate.

I tasted his tongue in my mouth and savored it. How long had I dreamed and desired this?

I broke our kiss, hugging his body, and I moved to nibble on his ear.

He shrugged his shoulders up to protect his ears. “You’re tickling me.”

I rolled over his body and straddled his waist. I pushed down his body and felt a hard throbbing beneath me. I licked down his neck and played across his chest to his silver dollar sized nipples. I kissed one and sucked it into my mouth.

He combed his fingers through my hair and held my head in his hands. He pressed me down onto his nipple.

My teeth caught his pointed tip and rolled it, biting gently.

He moaned in pleasure, as did I from the manly taste that exploded in my mouth.

I pushed down his body and brought my ass up into the air.

He released my hair and caressed my bare back.

I discovered his tented boxers. His fly opened, and a thick bush of curly hair burst out. A thick veined penis jumped inside as a wet spot grew in the cotton. I pulled the elastic waistband down and freed his huge cock. It flipped up, and I removed his boxers in one swift pull. His hairy balls fell out and lay between his legs.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I dove for his massive dick and sucked it deep into my mouth. His sweet, salty pre-cum oozed out of him and danced across my taste buds. I drew him in deeper and deeper. He tasted even better than I imagined. My mind couldn’t believe I was doing this. How I worshiped his dick. I licked every inch of it. My tongue combed through the hair and continued down one of his low hangers. Sweat tanged my tongue, and I swallowed hard. I kissed the fleshy, hairy orb, and sucked it into my mouth. I tried to swallow it whole. It dangled in my mouth as my fingers lifted his other ball to my lips. I tried to take both into my mouth, but they were too big.

His balls slipped down my chin, and I licked up his shaft. More clear juices flowed out of him as my hand stroked his girth, milking more and more out.

He shifted his ass, and his hairy crack came into view. A tender pink pucker winked at me and called my tongue into action. I jacked his cock as my mouth found his crease. I rimmed his ass with the double tongue technique he had tutored me with.

Ta ka ta ka ta ka … I used my flutter tongue trick to manipulate my instrument as my hand traced his cock.
The William Tell Overture
ran through my mind as I played his tight ass.

He bucked his hips, forcing my tongue deeper into him as he fucked my fist.
The Music Man
had nothing on me. I felt his excitement grow and threaten to overflow. So I slowed down to edge him close, but not too close.

I shifted my position
, and my erection sprang forward and throbbed in my hand.

Mr. Ramsey started to sit up, but I pushed him down and signaled for him to stop and lay there. I grabbed my cock and started to trace his body. I slid it up his leg over his hip, across his torso and over an erect nipple.

I kneeled over his pillow and ran my dick over his full lips, across his moustache, over his Polish nose.

He closed his eyes, and I circled each socket, leaving a thin line above the brow. Back down his nose and over his lips, I glossed them and made them shine in the light. I guided it down his chin and over his chest and down his hairy belly.

I rubbed our cocks together as I leaned forward and kissed him. My balls tingled and started to pull up, I wasn’t going to last much longer, despite the Masked Ball orgy.

I slid down his body and found his raging hard on; I sucked on him, swallowing him as far as I could.

His hips bucked as he pulled out of me and grabbed onto the sheets and squeezed for all he could, fighting back the climax that erupted. Measure after measure of cum shot out of his staff and sprayed over his furry belly. I stroked my cock and watched as my cream shot over his body. I flopped down on him and held him close as the intense tremors of our orgasms rolled over our bodies.

Our juices mixed over him and once the pleasure ebbed, I rose onto an elbow and licked over his torso, cleaning him with my tongue.

Mr. Ramsey could barely lay still as my lapping pushed him over the edge. Once our excitement was gone, I moved along side to kiss him. He held me close, and I rested my head on his chest. He held me tight as I drifted off to sleep, and the leather mask lay discarded on the floor. We were finally together, after all these years and so many more years in the future, hopefully forever ...

The weekend consisted of rearranging our rooms into a sexual suite for the summer. Mr. Ramsey became Brad, all my fantasies came true, and many new ones were orchestrated. Before we knew it, the weekend was over way too fast.

Monday morning started with an announcement, “Alex Peters, Alex Peters, come to the front office.” My footfalls echoed down the halls as I made my way to the dean’s office.

I was waved in. Dean Richard handed me a manila envelope. “It has come to my attention that you have gone above and beyond the call of duty for this music program, and I want to offer you a standing invitation to help teach any summer you would like.”

I swallowed hard, unsure of who had said what and what he knew.

He smiled at me and shook my hand, “Welcome to the family. Enjoy the rest of your summer.”

As I walked back to class, I wondered what was inside the envelope. I pulled the glued flap back and reached inside: My black satin G-string.

Now, I finally had stories that I could
begin with “last summer at band camp …”

Dixon
’s stories have been published in the several magazines and dozens of anthologies.

I
’d known Ken for about a month when he invited me over to his place to watch a football game. We’d met at work. He seemed like a nice guy.

The game quickly turned into a blow
-out, so Ken and I got to talking as we nursed a few cold ones. Until he got a call on his cellphone.

“
Oh-oh,” he said, looking at the number. “My mother. This might take awhile.” He grinned and trotted up the stairs of the basement, already arguing on the phone.

I
’m not sure why he didn’t just ignore the call, like I usually do when my mother phones. But I just shrugged and picked up the remote off the couch, started scrolling through the on-screen menu of movies available for immediate rental from the cable company.

Handjob Honeys
looked good to me, and I ordered it, grinning at the joke I was playing on Ken. Then I started watching the first scene: a big-titted brunette giving a point-of-view oiled erection a hardy workout with both her hands. I grew some wood myself.

Then I got splinters, unzipping and pulling my cock out of my jeans and shorts. I could still hear Ken arguing away with his mother upstairs. So I pulled out a tissue, intent on squeezing a quick one out before the guy got back.

The brunette was really working that POV pole, her bare tits squeezing together with every two-handed tug. I stroked in rhythm, my dick stretching out full-length, throbbing hard in my shifting hand. I didn’t need two hands to pull the prong, but I was sure going to need that tissue in a moment.

The brunette
’s plush, red lips parted in a seductive smile, one hand snaking down to work the guy’s balls, other hand pumping harder and faster, swirling up over glistening cap. My own balls bubbled, my prick quivering in my quick-gliding hand, getting ready to …

Something bumped against my cheek.

I twisted my head around. Ken was standing there, behind the couch, his hard cock in his hand, batting the bloated hood against the side of my head. “That’s some hot stuff, huh?” he commented, completely unselfconsciously.

The guy had mentioned he
’d gone to a private school. But even so.

I stared at his hard cock, my own cock still standing stiffly to attention in my hand, not backing down a bit. Ken made the next move, the tall, skinny, brown
-haired guy swinging his legs over the back of the leather couch and resuming his sitting position next to me, not letting go of his rather impressive erection.

His eyes were glued to the pretty brunette on
-screen stroking that lucky stiff, as he stroked his own dick now. Then he suddenly turned to me still staring at him, and grabbed my hand on my cock. “This’ll make it more fun, huh?” he said, like a crazy man. “See who can make the other guy come first.”

I jerked, jolted by the impact of another man touching my fully
-engorged cock. And then I almost jumped right off the couch, as Ken pushed my hand down and off and grabbed onto my dick bare-handed himself.

It felt … weird. But not so bad. The guy had a smooth, warm palm and soft, slender fingers that knew exactly how to stroke a cock. His hand could
’ve been the video brunette’s hand.

But there was no mistaking my hand, as Ken grabbed it up and hooked it around his hard
-on. No escaping the fact that I held another man’s throbbing penis in my left hand.

I kind of tingled all over, a warm, strange feeling – getting stroked by another guy, stroking another guy. Because that
’s what I was doing, pumping my hand up and down Ken’s huge, hard erection. The thing beat in my beating hand; I could feel every pumped vein, the bloated swell of the guy’s cap. I was jacking him taller and thicker, like he was me, the power of controlling another man’s cock surging through my body and brain.

We stared at the TV screen, pumping each other
’s pricks. And, so help me, I forged another half-inch in the guy’s swirling hand, my balls ready to explode down below, send steaming semen piping up my steel-hard stem.

“
Pull down your pants and pull up your shirt,” Ken said. “So you don’t get cum all over your clothes.”

The guy was taking it for granted!

He popped his jeans fully open and shoved them down with his free hand, pushed up his shirt. His balls were tight and fuzzy, his stomach lean and hard. I followed his example, the brunette really jacking on-screen, the hidden guy’s cock rising, thrusting up in her hands.

Ken never let go of my cock, and when I was as bared as he was, he resumed cranking me, hard and fast like the brunette. My dick beat wildly in his fist, like my heart in my chest. I pumped him with a passion I never thought I possessed.

“Fuck!” I cried, unable to control myself. Hot sperm leapt out of the tip of my manhandled cock, fountained up into the air. I bucked repeatedly, coming like I never had before, with a wicked intensity and tremendous volume.

Ken grunted and shuddered, his own cock erupting in my hand. He blasted out rope after rope, as I struggled to keep pumping, blowing out my own perverted joy. Just like the guy in the movie, jetting hot jack right into the brunette
’s face as she urgently tugged.

We sat there gasping for air, our hands lightly pumping each other
’s cocks, squeezing the last few, shivering drops of cum out of our slits. I cooled off rapidly, the heat of ecstasy dissipating like a flash summer storm as I sat there with Ken’s cock in my hand, his hand on my cock, wondering just how the hell this awkward situation was going to be resolved.

Ken showed the way, like he
’d showed me the joy of mutual masturbation. The guy leaned over and started licking my cum off my chest and stomach, lapping it up like a hungry male kitten.

I bit my lip and groaned, watching his pink tongue scoop up my jizz, feeling the wet, wonderful stroke of his tongue on my buzzing skin. I instantly flushed hot as I
’d been before, quivering with each dragging lap of his mouth-organ over my bared body.

He licked up every last drop of cum he could get his tongue on, painting my torso with passion. Then he raised his head and looked at me, his mouth full. His Adam
’s apple bobbed; he swallowed my load. He licked his plush, red lips with satisfaction.

I gaped at the guy, hardly believing what had just happened. This was way beyond innocent jack
-me-off-I’ll-jack-you-off male bonding. This was prancing right over the line into the shadowy world of homo-eroticism.

Leaping right over, as Ken bent his long neck down and, holding my cock, flowed his lips over my crown.
“Holy shit!” I cried, making the leap of sexual faith right with the guy.

What could I do? He held my cock in his hand, my hood in his mouth. It felt so fucking hot and wet and good. The man
’s tongue was spinning all around my cap, his cheeks billowing vacuum pressure to suck up any remaining jizz, his hand gliding up and down my shaft, pumping me up to my former pulsating glory.

I threw my arms over the back of the couch and dug my fingernails into the leather, watching my friend – boyfriend? – go to work on my dong. My chest and stomach heaved with the need to suck air, my face gone red and sweaty, my groin bathed in velvety warmth, cock vibrating in Ken
’s hand and mouth.

He popped my knob out from between his soft, sucking lips and tongued my slit, tapping the soft spot, his hand rising and falling along my swollen length. Then he inhaled my hood again, my shaft this time, his head and mouth dropping with alarming, exhilarating speed. Until his lips met up with his fist at the base of my cock.

The guy had my entire dong locked up in his mouth, a wet-hot inferno. I bucked all over again, with the sheer sexual agony of being swallowed whole by that man-eater. The pressure was intense, the pleasure immense.

Ken
’s hot breath pumped out of his flared nostrils and flooded my groin, bathing my balls in additional heat. I quivered, my cock disappeared, devoured by the guy, immersed in the boiling cauldron of his mouth and throat; ten seconds, twenty, thirty.

“
Oh, Jesus!” I gasped, ready to blow all over again.

Ken pulled his head back, popping my over
-pressurized cock out of his mouth in a gush of pent-up air and saliva and pre-cum. “Feels good, huh?” he stated rhetorically. “Feels even better when you’ve got another guy’s cock in your mouth while he’s sucking yours.”

I stared at him, unconsciously moving my hips in rhythm to his hand gliding up and down my slickened dick. Mutual cocksucking? Was this flaming fagdom for me? Maybe this had gone too far and had to be stopped.

But Ken had the answer, as usual. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Well, as long as it was just good dirty fun …

I stretched out flat on my back on the big leather couch, while Ken straddled my head with his knees, his full-blown erection dangling dangerously over my face. Our pants and underwear was totally gone now, just a couple of guys in their socks and shirts about suck each other off in a sixty-niner. Typical male roughhousing, right?

Ken planted a hand on my bare thigh, his mouth on my hood, other hand gripping my shaft. I stared up at his bloated purple knob and licked my lips, my throat as dry as the time I
’d first asked out a girl. Then Ken slid his lips down my dick, mouth-enveloping my entire dong in heat and wetness again. I owed it to the guy; I wouldn’t be outdone. I opened my mouth and sucked his hood inside.

His ass cheeks trembled in my gripping hands. His cap was soft and meaty. I sucked on it, moving my head back and forth a bit. Nothing to it. He dropped his hips own, plunging his cock right into my mouth and almost straight down my throat. I gagged like a greenhorn.

He lifted his hips, his shaft gliding between my lips. He was bobbing his head up and down on my prick, sucking tight and hard, making my balls boil with seed. I dug my fingernails into his taut, mounded cheeks and pushed my head back and forth, resolutely sucking on the guy’s dong.

I was sucking another man
’s cock! His prick pulsed in my mouth. I could feel every swollen vein and inch of smooth shaft with my lips and tongue. It was okay, it was all right, it was fucking fantastic! Getting and giving a blowjob. What the hell were all these male hang-ups about?

I sucked with real enthusiasm. Ken felt it, his butt cheeks rippling with pleasure in my clutching hands. He hummered my own hard
-on with a practiced ease and sensual gusto. My body trembled beneath him, the hot, sweaty scent of the guy filling my head, his hot, hard cock filling my mouth.

I sucked with mounting urgency, smoothly, rhythmically, taking his glorious pipe almost up to the hanging balls, sliding back down again. I tasted pre
-cum, warm and salty.

I thrust my hips up, my cock back and forth in Ken
’s mouth, fucking the guy’s face, my nut sack tingling and tightening with imminent total explosion. “Fuck me up the ass!” Ken gulped, yanking my dong out of his loving mouth with a pop.

I gagged on his prong, pulled it clear of my lips. Fuck him up the ass
?!? What the hell?!? There was no misinterpreting that move. That was pure flaming gay-

“
It’s just like fucking a girl, except in the ass,” Ken explained, pumping my cock. That made sense.

He got me to squirm out from underneath him, kneel upright behind him. He pulled a convenient tube of lube out of a drawer in the table next to the couch and passed it back to me with the advice,
“For your cock and my butthole.”

I stared down at the lube in my hand, at Ken
’s tight, pale, mounded buttocks, my hard, jutting cock pointed right at the crack in those cheeks. Then I greased my cock, jerking with the impact of the cool, slippery liquid on my boner. I lubed a couple of fingers, reached out, hesitated.

Ken wiggled his bum at me. With his narrow waist and hips and pert little bottom, it was almost like I was looking at a girl
’s backside, getting ready to fuck a girl’s backside. Almost. I slid my fingers in between his cheeks and rubbed his crack.

He groaned, pushing back against my digits. His ass crack was smooth, just like a girl
’s. I rubbed it slick with the lube, then pressed my fingers against his pucker, popped inside. He whimpered.

A shiver ran through me from head to toe. As I speared my fingers into the guy
’s asshole, burying one-knuckle, two-knuckles deep. He was hot and tight, and wanting it bad. His ring sucked on my digits, as I slowly pumped back and forth.

I extracted my fingers and gripped my cock. I swallowed hard, pulling Ken
’s ass open with my left hand, steering my knob into his exposed starfish with my right. I touched cap to asshole, and we both jumped.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed my knob hard up against him, and popped through his rim, inside his ass. Shaft followed quickly, slickly, sinking into Ken
’s gripping anus. Until my fist touched up against his butt cheeks, my cock buried in the inferno hot vise of the man’s rectum.