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 Football Sunday.  Every year I live for those two words.  Football Sunday
is my excuse to get out of the house, eat to much, drink to much, flirt
just a little to much all while watching my team lose.  Oh, yeah I'm a
Browns fan.  Losing is taken for granted.  Oh well, thats why I enjoy the
chicken wings and beer buckets.

   The bar that I go to has a real mix of fans.  Every year old faces
return and new faces show up to check things out.  New faces are common in
Florida.  Everyone seems to be from somewhere else.  Lots of those people
were from the dreary, cold shores of Lake Erie looking for a better life.
Football Sunday brought us all together in a way only transplants can
understand.  For three hours each week we were home.

   I showed up for the first game and spotted my friend Ann sitting at the
table already.  She had saved me a seat like she does every game.  I loved
Ann, she was a sweetie.  She was pretty and fun to hang around with.  We
normally spent the season flirting with each other shamelessly.  It was
harmless fun - nothing was going to happen, but it was still one of the
weeks highlights.

   "Another year of losing - are you ready for it" I asked her?  "God, it's
not even kick off and your already negative.  Can't you be positive for
five minutes?"

   "Sure" I said smiling, "I'm positive we are going to lose today"

   She rolled her eyes and moved over so I could sit next to her.  We
waited while the bar filled up.  This was always a tricky time because more
people came than there were seats.  Some people you didn't mind sitting
with you, some people you did.  We tried to fill our table with people we
liked.  This time it didn't work.

   'Paul, man how the hell are you" chirped one of the guys we didn't much
care for.  "Can I sit with you two?"

   We both sort of shrugged and let him sit down.  Kenny was an older guy,
maybe 50, and was bitter about his life.  Every conversation was filled
with laments about how bad his job was, how awful his girlfriend (if he had
one at the time) was, or how bad the team stunk.  He just had that
black-hole personality that just sucked all the joy out of a room.

   As expected, Kenny bitched and moaned his way through the first half of
the game.  It made an already bad game worse, if that were possible.  I
tried to ignore him with that fake supportive man-grunt thing guys do.  It
must have worked because he kept on talking.  Ann was getting annoyed as
well.  She kept drifting off from the table, talking to the other people.
It figures she'd leave me and I'd get stuck babysitting, but what can I
say, I felt sorry for him.

   At halftime I went to go get a beer at the bar.  I purposefully
stretched the time out so that I didn't have to hear any more sob stories.
I saw Ann come back to our table, followed by someone I didn't recognize.
He was a good looking guy (not surprising since Ann was talking to him),
about 30 or so years old.  He had a preppy sort of look to him - short neat
hair, collared shirt and expensive jeans.  Oh well, so much for my flirting
with Ann with this guy around.

   I say back down and introduced myself.  The new guys name was Josh.  He
was a school teacher who had moved down over the summer and was looking for
someplace to watch the game.

   "Well, welcome to our little house of fun" I told him.

   "How long have you lived here" he asked us all.  Kenny told him that he
had been here 5 years.  Ann said she was born here, but her family was from
Cleveland so she was a Browns fan.  I told him I'd been here about 10 years
when my wife moved down.  He kind of glanced up at me when I said I was
married.  I don't know why but I think he was a little surprised.  Maybe he
thought I was with Ann.

   We spent the rest of the game getting to know each other.  Kenny wasn't
happy not being the center of attention, but we were thrilled to have
someone else to talk to.  Josh was smart, the kind of smart that showed up
in a quick wit and easy banter - not the know-it-all pain in the ass that
some people can be.  Ann was throwing herself shamelessly at him, but he
didn't seem to be catching.  At first I figured he was just shy around her,
but then I started wondering if maybe good old Josh just wasn't interested
in any girl throwing herself at him.  The idea was interesting to say the
least.

   The game ended like it always did, with a loss.  I picked up my keys,
gave Ann a little hug and squeeze and started to leave.  Josh got up when I
did and followed me out.  We got to our cars and I asked if he was coming
back next week.

   "I'm thinking about it" he replied.

   "Ah man, you should come.  I mean it's Sunday, it's football.  What else
are you going to do all day?"

   " I don't think your friend Kenny cared for me to much"

   I rolled my eyes and said so what "Listen Josh, come on back.  You know
you had fun, and Ann and I had a blast getting to know you.  If you get
here early enough, we can block Mr.  Negative from sitting here.  No
question that would be better.  Plus, the conversation is normally a little
more, interesting:

   "Interesting?" he asked?

   "Oh yeah, Ann can be a very naughty girl, and well I'm not shy.  When
Kenny isn't around, the conversation is a lot more lively.  Certainly a lot
juicier.  Hell, you have to entertain yourself somehow when you root for
this team"

   "Alright, that sounds interesting if nothing else.  I'll try to get here
earlier next week"

   We said goodbye and I drove home.  The season was looking up already. 
******

   The next Sunday I was ready to get out of the house and at the bar
early. Normally I was the last one there, but today I wanted to make sure
we got good seats.  As luck would have it, Kenny showed up next and sat
across from me.  I ordered a beer and listened to him complain about how
bad the Browns were.  A few minutes later Josh showed up and I waived him
over.  He looked at the seats for a moment and plopped next to me.  I guess
he really didn't relish another 3 hours next to Mr.  Gloom and Doom.

   The three of us sat there as the game started, making small talk.  Ann
was late, which was odd, so I focused my attention on Josh.  I know it's
weird, but I just liked the guy.  I don't think I could say that about any
other guy I've met - up until this point the only people to catch my
interest were women, but I couldn't deny it.  I found myself kind of
flirting with him.  Nothing overt, just that sort of subtle complimenting
and laughing you do when you meet someone interesting.  He was interesting.


   Ann finally showed up and started to talk breathlessly about the
traffic. Josh asked whether he should get up, but I said na no big deal. 
Ann looked at me with this queer look, but sat down next to Kenny.  I
looked at Josh and gave him a little nod; smiling and I saw him laugh.  OK
so I was trying to score points with a guy.  I don't know why.

   As the game wore on, the conversation turned more risque as it so often
did when Ann and I were together.  I think she was pushing it because Josh
was there.  That or she knew Kenny hated to talk sex during football.  Sure
enough within a few minutes he got up from the table, scowled, and moved
over to someone else.  We all kind of laughed that talking about sex was
all it took to get him away.

   "Man we should have tried that last week" said Ann.

   "Well I didn't want to just go straight to our normal filth with Josh
here, after all he might be a choir boy or something" I said.

   "Choir boy?  Hardly.  I don't think they'd let me sing the in choir
these days"

   Ann missed it, but I saw the way he looked at me when he said it.  It
could have meant he was just a bad boy, a "sinner" who didn't fit the mold
of the church, but I thought it was something else.  I just knew he was
trying to say the church didn't like his type all that much.

   "Oh really?  Can't sing in the church choir?  Well, Josh, your at the
table because I certainly can't sing there.  I'm way to "open minded" about
things for that"

   As I said it, I bumped his leg with my knee under the table.  I don't
know why I did it, why I decided to be bold, but I just acted.  It wasn't a
big bump, but the smile told me he got it.  I swear I felt my cheeks flush
when he did.



   We kept talking about our favorite sex acts.  The more we drank, the
more detailed the descriptions became.  Ann started telling us about her
-�expert technique -� giving head.  Josh and I both smiled when she
described licking the underside of the head with just the tip of her
tongue.



   -�Oh yeah, that sounds about like heaven Ann, thanks for getting my hope
up -� I said with a bright smile.



   I turned to Josh and asked -�how about you, is that how you like head?
Doesn -(TM)t that sound great?  -�



   Josh stammered a moment and said yeah, that -(TM)s exactly how he liked
head.  Neither of us had said getting, just head.  We didn -(TM)t need to
say more.



   We all talked for a little while longer until Kenny came back.  That
pretty much ended Naughty Secrets Theatre for the day.  That -(TM)s a shame
because watching the rest of the game was a painful reminder why it stinks
to be a Browns fan.



   The flirting went on for a few weeks.  Every chance we got we made some
sort of subtle reference to sex.  I was getting a bit frustrated though,
not daring to make a move.  Josh seemed to be interested, but he didn
-(TM)t do more than just make sly innuendo and veiled hints.  It was
driving me mad.  It was also causing me to spend lots of alone time in the
shower.



   After a few weeks of teasing, Josh finally got the nerve up to touch me.
It wasn't much, just a subtle brush of his hand on my leg as he reached for
his beer, but her was touching me non the less

   My first instinct was to move away, after all we were in a bar, friends
sitting three feet away, but I didn't.I pressed my leg towards his and let
him know it was OK.  Outwardly I kept my calm, kept talking and flirting
with Ann but inside I was anything but.  I was excited and nervous.  I felt
guilty for not feeling guilty, but most of all I felt hunger.  I wanted him
to touch me

   I wanted to see where it would go.  After years of women, I couldn't
believe what I wanted at that moment was him.  The first half dragged on
and we were getting beat again.  Not that it mattered, not that I even knew
what was going on.  His hand kept brushing my thigh, kept touching me.

   Josh started to tell me about a problem with his computer.  I knew it
was just an excuse, a challenge to see if I was willing to go further and
do more, but it didn't matter - I was looking for an excuse and now I had
one.

   "Well this game sucks man, I just can't bother to throw away another 2
hours - if you want I can fix that up for you so that you can be ready for
class tomorrow"

   He looked at me and nodded, slowly, and said sure.  "Follow me back to
my place, it's not to far"

   I took one more drink of beer before grabbing my keys.  I winked at Ann
and told her I couldn't wait for next week to see her again.  She giggled
and told me to have fun being a geek.  If she only knew what i wanted to
do...

   I followed Josh back to his place and suddenly got cold feet.  Oh my
god, was I really going to go into the apartment of a guy who was wanting
to have sex with me?  Jesus, I mean its one thing to think about - but to
do it?  I could still back out, there was still a chance to leave and
forget this happened but I didn -(TM)t.  i opened the door and went inside.
He got us something to drink while I worked on his computer.  It was all
trivial stuff, just enough to make the pretense seem almost real, almost
plausible He sat close, reaching over me to show me things, or grab stuff
from his desk.  He hands were almost never not on me in some way, yet they
were never forceful, never intrusive.  They were just there as if they were
meant to

   Josh went to refresh our drinks.  When he stood, he stretched out in
front of me, his body taunt and lean.  My mouth was getting dry and my
heart was pounding.  I was so obviously aroused there was no point hiding
it.  Yes, my body advertised how badly I wanted him, how much I enjoyed his
touch.  I know he saw me.

   When he came back, he sat next to me.  This time he put his hand on my
thigh and left it there.  It was warm, and firm -" so different from the
other toughing.  There was no hesitation this time, he held me in his hand
with no hesitation.  We continued to make small talk about the computer,
but we both knew the moment had come.  His hand slid further up my leg,
until he was touching my erection.  He looked at me with eyes that offered
one last chance to turn away.



   I scooted towards him.



   That was all he needed.  He began to run his hand over my excitement. 
Through the fabric of my shorts, he felt the entire length of my flesh.  I
began to pant, weeks of pent up desire and nervousness finally ready to be
released.  I know I sucked in my breath when he gripped me.  It felt so
good.  It felt so good.



   Josh stood up and told me to get off the chair.  When I did, he began to
run his hands over my body.  He moved behind me so that he could hug
himself to me, the whole time his warm fingers were caressing me.



   The slipped under my shirt and began to play with my nipples.  He
squeezed and pulled them while pressing against me.  One hand snaked down
my belly, scratching, teasing until he was at the waistband.  He fumbled
just a bit to get them undone, but within a few second, he had my shorts
unbuttoned and free access to all of me.



   He wasted no time.  His hand found my erect cock and began to stroke it.
I -(TM)d never felt anything like it before.  Just the right pressure, just
the right speed.  I was pulsing in his hand as he moved.  His fingers would
play with the tip of my cock ever few strokes in a way that made me
tremble. He stood there, behind me still, stroking me faster and faster, my
body caught between his hands and his hips.



   It was to much.  Whatever control I had was gone.  I started to rock
back against him, pressing him to me as hard as I could.  I wanted to feel
every inch of him against me.  I needed to know what he felt like on my
skin.  Before he could finish, I turned around and began unbuckling his
belt and trying desperately to see his bare flesh.



   The pants slid down over his hips.  I could see how big he was through
his boxers.  He wasn -(TM)t huge or anything, probably no bigger than my 6
½ inches, but I -(TM)ve never been that close to another aroused cock
before.  It looked huge.  It looked scary.  It looked delicious.



   I steeled my nerves and sank to my knees.  I pulled him out from his
boxers and ran my hands over him.  Josh moved and moaned when I touched
him. I began to kiss his thighs, knowing that if I were ever going to do
this, now was the time.  Now while I was so horny, so full of lust
everything sounded possible.



   I opened my lips.  I moved closer smelling the unique musky smell of a
man.  I curled the tip of my tongue and with only a seconds pause, wrapped
my mouth around his manhood for the first time.





   ***

   The heat on my lips was undeniably sexy.  You see it written in dirty
stories, or hear porn actress talk about a "hot throbbing cock," but I had
no clue what that meant until the moment Josh's tip slipped between my lips
for the first time.  I tasted his skin, an odd mix of sweat and soap
stirred with something undeniably foreign to me, not the sweet musky tasty
of a woman, but something manly and virile.  The tip of my tongue began to
caress the swollen ridge of his head.  I explored it with my tongue, trying
to learn every bit of skin that excited him.  My lips closed over him so
that I could trap him in the warmth of my mouth while i explored.  I could
feel him tremble when I licked along the bottom with the flat of my tongue.
I felt him move against my mouth when I swirled over his entire head.  I
hadn't even taken him all the way in yet, but he seemed to be enjoying it.



   My hands moved up the back of his legs until they rested heavily against
his bottom.  I wanted to move him closer to me, help control the rhythm of
his cock into my mouth.  I began to move further down the shaft now,
enjoying the sensation of Josh filling my mouth.  I should have been
nervous taking something so new, so big, deeper and deeper, but I just
wanted all of him.  I wanted to feel him brush against my lips and slide
over my tongue when he rocked his hips.  We settled into a groove, me
moving up and down over his shaft, swirling my tongue around him; Josh
rocking back and forth in time into me.







   I felt him touch my head.  I looked up at his face, my eyes straining to
see that far up.  He was smiling down at me, panting and breathing ragged.
He whispered that he was ready to go over the edge.  I think it was a
warning, a way to let me know that I could stop now if I wanted to.  I
always hated that when women did it to me, so there was no way I was going
to stop.  I pulled him closer and began to suck and swirl faster,
concentrating on the sensitive flesh.  He thrust forward quickly and
stiffened.  Before I knew it, he exploded (and really, that is exactly how
it felt).  I've heard it described as salty, tangy, bitter, etc before but
I didn't mind it.  It tasted, well it tasted like him - manly.  I just kept
licking until he quieted, enjoying the taste, the feeling and most of all,
the moment with my new lover.





   *** I spent the next week at work in a slight haze.  I couldn't help but
having mixed emotions.  On one hand I felt guilty about the infidelity.  I
felt odd because I had made love to a man (well at least in part).  On the
other hand I felt a rush of exhilaration over the pure of rush of passion I
had felt.  I think deep down I was scared that it would end with that one
time, and scared that it wouldn't.  I knew I didn't want to stop exploring
this new relationship, but the risks were huge.

   I did notice one odd thing.  Instead of being less turned on at home, I
was more so.  That week I made love to my wife more than I had in ages.  It
wasn't guilt sex, or "I'm horny" sex, but a pure outpouring of emotion and
passion.  She laughed that she didn't know what had gotten into me, but she
hoped I got a little more of it.  I stifled a smile and thought to myself
"so do I sweetie, so do I."

   This weeks game was a rare night game.  Cleveland doesn't get on
national TV to often, but every once in a while they throw us a bone. 
Sunday night games are never crowded because to many people have to work. I
thought about not going.  Ann wasn't sure she was going to go.  Josh had
written to say it was maybe a 50/50 chance he could make it.  Kenny would
probably be there, but that was not a selling point.

   Oh well, Kenny or no Kenny, I set out to go.  I spent a few extra
moments primping (primping?  did I just say primping??) just in case Josh
was there.  When I got there the place was mostly empty.  A few of the
diehards were sitting around the bar eating jalapeno poppers and drinking a
bucket of bud.  I didn't see Ann or Josh.  Sure enough Mr.  Gloom and Doom
was there.

   I settled into my normal booth and tried to pay attention to the
pre-game show.  I kept glancing towards the door hoping he would show up.
Normally I looked for Ann, or one of my other friends, but to be honest, I
didn't really care if they came.  I got that little funny feeling in my gut
every-time the door opened.  Every time it closed without him in front of
it, the feeling turned less funny and more desperate.

   Kenny was talking about how empty the place was.  I tried to feign
enthusiasm, but my heart wasn't in it.  I replied with as few words and
even fewer emotions as possible.  It is amazing to me how some people
refuse to take a hint.

   "So where is your girlfriend tonight" he asked me?

   Startled a bit I asked, "Who?"

   "Ann, where is she at, I figured she'd be here throwing herself at you
as always"

   "Oh," I said " I have no clue.  She just said she was probably busy
tonight"

   Kenny nodded dismissively.  "Where is the other pretty boy at tonight?"

   I kept my face still.  " You mean Josh?  I have no clue.  Why would I?"

   "I don't know know, you seem to be buddy-buddy.  You fixed his fucking
computer!  You hate doing that: Kenny quipped.

   After a moment of silence, he started back up again.  "Is it just me or
does he seem kind of faggy?"

   "Faggy?  What the fuck are you talking about?

   "I don't know, he just seems like an ass-pounder.  He's too pretty, to
neat.  I never notice him look at any of the waitresses or anything.  Just
looks like a fag to me"

   I wanted to tell him to fuck off.  I wanted to bash him over the head
with his beer.  Who the fuck was this asshole to judge someone like Josh?
God I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but I didn't.  I just sat there
silent.  I was afraid if I jumped to his defense to loudly, he'd start
calling me a fag too.  Was I one?  Was I afraid he was hitting to close to
the belt, or was I just afraid he'd start telling everyone everything he
thought I knew.  I was to scared to risk my life as I knew it confronting
this assholes bigotry.

   I admit I felt ashamed.

   Still, the game started and I tried to settle into watching it.For once
it was actually pretty good..  We weren't out of it yet, and were playing
almost like a real football team.  I was just starting to get into it, when
my phone starting blinking "new message." I picked it up expecting it to be
work.  It wasn't, it was Josh.

   "Be here in 20 minutes.  Tonight it's your turn"

   It was like someone threw a switch and the current started flowing in my
body.  I looked at my watch.  It was only 9:08.  I wasn't expected home for
hours still.  I faked being pissed at the message and grabbed my keys. 
Kenny wanted to know where the hell I was going in the middle of the game?
I told him work needed me and I had to go.  He chided me about being a big
pussy (classy guy) and I just said it was the price I paid for making good
money.  I left him, the bar, and the Brows as fast as I could.

   It took me less than 10 minutes to drive there.  I parked the car and
spit out the gum I was chewing trying to freshen my breath.  I counted to
10 to calm myself.  I went to his door and knocked.

   He opened the door wearing just a terry robe.  His hair was wet from the
shower I assume he just took.  He looked so sexy there, even if I wasn't
used to saying that about another man.

   "Your 7 minutes early" he teased me.

   "Well i didn't want to keep you waiting, I mean you were so nice to
invite me"

   He stepped back and beckoned me into the room.  When I walked in, he
shut the door behind me and wrapped me in his arms.  He held me for a
second, and I just enjoyed the warm scent of his body.  He leaned his head
back and whispered he wasn't sure I was going to come.

   I slid my hands into his robe and clasped them behind his back.  He was
as close to me as he could be in this position.  I held him to my body and
leaned forward.  My only answer to his fear was to kiss him, so I did.  I
kissed him tenderly, just touching our lips together.  I kissed him
happily, our mouths opening slightly as our lips pressed a little harder
against one another.  I kissed him with growing hunger, as our bodies
swayed, our mouths opened further still and our tongues flicked together,
caressing each other sensuously.  I kissed him to let him know I was here.

   My hands found there way under the flaps of his robe.  There was
something undeniably sexy about the feel of his clean, wet skin.  I began
rubbing his shoulders as we kissed, kneading my fingers into the strong
muscles of his back.  This brought him closer to me, which I have to say I
didn't mind in the least.  It also had the advantage of forcing his robe
open.  I have to say that I didn't mind that either.  From what I could see
he was growing with arousal quickly.  I loved the site.

   Josh broke from the embrace and said I must be happy to see him.  I
nodded as casually as a man can while checking out the growing stiffness of
his new lover.  Josh noticed my eyes and laughed.  He flashed me playfully,
wiggling his hips in my direction before tieing the robe closed.  He asked
me if I was thirsty.  I shook my head no, and said I was fine.  Honestly,
the thought of eating or drinking were so far from my mind, it took me a
minute to register what he meant.

   He poured himself a glass of ice water and went into the living room. 
He sat down on his over-sized leather chair.  I must have given him a
disappointed look that there was no room for me, so he beckoned me forward.
I came towards him, but couldn't figure out where he wanted me since there
was no way we were both sitting there.  He told me to grab one of the big
cushions off the couch and sit on the floor in front of him.  I was a
little off-put but noticed the wicked grin on his face.  Ah I see, he's up
to something.  Well, so far everything he has been up to I've loved so what
the hell.  I grabbed the pillow, sank to the floor and rested against the
chair.

   Once I was settled, Josh wrapped his legs around my chest.  His robe
rode higher when he did so I could feel him pressing his warm flesh against
me.  He pinned me to the chair and flipped on the TV.  He put the game on
and settled back to watch.  I couldn't move (well, I could if I really
wanted to, but boy did I not want to) so I started to watch as well.  We
were still in the game as crazy as that sounds.  Just when I started to
relax enough to follow the action on the screen, I felt the searing blast
of something "hot" on my ear.

   ICE!  Josh was rubbing come of his ice against my ear.  It was so damn
cold that I was shivering.  He kept letting the drips pool up and then drop
against my shoulder.  Of course, I was still dressed, so it was just making
my shirt wet.  He rubbed it across my neck, teasing the nape with the icy
cold.  It was such contrast from the heat of his skin that it felt like -32
not 32 degrees.

   Josh leaned forward and tugged on the hem of my shirt.  He pulled it up
and over my head and threw it across the room.  He leaned closer, his legs
unlocking from their embrace.  His hands slipped down my chest until the
ice cubes left a trail of cold heat across my nipples.  He held the ice,
moved the ice, barely touched with the ice.  I never knew what he was going
to do, but I knew it felt undeniably good.  So good I didn't think I could
stand it much longer.  Just when I thought that one more stroke from the
cube would drive me crazy, Josh ordered me to stand up.

   I turned around as fast as I could on the pillow and began to stand.  He
pulled me down onto the chair with him, his mouth finding my painfully
erect nipples.  When his tongue touched me I shrieked from the heat.  He
took my left nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it.  His teeth would
graze it from time to time, or on occasion gently chew the aroused flesh.
His hands moved to my pants, and in no time he had me unbuttoned.  Without
taking his masterful mouth off of my chest, he pulled my pants to the
floor.

   When I was free, his hand reached out for me.  He grasped my hard member
in his wet hand and began to stroke me.  It took all the willpower I had
not to cum on the spot.  After a few strokes he changed hands, changed to
the hand holding the ice cube.  The slick, cold surface stroked across my
hot skin.  He ran circles over my head with his cupped hand.  His hand
never stopped moving over me.

   After a few moments, he stopped, holding me tight in his grip.  He
nudged me backwards and I got the hint to step back.  He led me far enough
back that he could stand up.  He kept his hold as he began to kiss we
wickedly.  He brushed his lips against my still damp ear and asked if I
wanted to have some fun?

   I don't think he even waited to hear me say yes, but I said it anyhow.
Josh turned and pulled me towards his bedroom.  He led me to the edge of
his bed where he sat me down, legs dangling over the edge.  He sank to his
knees.  His mouth found my painfully erect cock and began to lick it.  Just
like with my nipples, the contrast in temperature was mind-blowing.  His
tongue was tracing the ridges of my shaft, working it's way around me with
delicious slowness.  I went to grab his head and he stopped and told me no,
just to lay there and not touch.  I did exactly what he said.

   As Josh sucked me, his fingers moved between my spread legs and began to
play with my bottom.  He did it slowly, probably wanting to know if I would
get nervous, but I didn't.  I pushed my hips closer to him.  He took the
hint and began to stroke the sensitive flesh of my bottom with light little
circles.

   His mouth sank further down my cock and his finger slipped a bit into my
bottom.  I always liked that feeling so I pushed back against him, offering
myself to his touch.  I think he was a little surprised, but quickly
started working his finger in and out.  Obviously it wasn't very easy since
I wasn't exactly prepared, but he was able to tickle and tease me.  He kept
it up for a few minutes and then stopped.

   Josh opened up his side draw and pulled out a little KY jelly.  he began
to massage a little of it against me, slipping his finger deeper inside and
moving it all around.  He asked me if I liked it, and I said oh yeah.  He
asked me if I wanted more, and I said I thought so.  I assumed he meant his
fingers, but I was wrong.  He reached back into his drawer and pulled out a
little plug.  He coated it with some KY and pressed it against me.  It
wasn't very big, but much bigger than his finger.  I tensed up for a
second, but his other hand stroked and played with my erection.  Slowly I
calmed down and enjoyed the sensation of the plug pressing against me.  I
could feel it slip in.  It took a moment, but the feeling was better than I
ever dreamed.

   Josh climbed on the bed and straddled my chest.  He rubbed his manhood
against my lips.  I titled my head and greedily took him into my mouth. 
When I moved, I could feel the plug in my bottom.  It wasn't an unpleasant
sensation, just unfamiliar.  Then again, the taste of my lovers hard-on
wasn't exactly familiar either.  It was all new territory, but territory I
enjoyed exploring.  I explored it with my tongue and lips, I explored it
with my hands and fingers.  Any way I could enhance the sensation of him
against me, on me, in me I explored.

   Josh didn't cum.  He got so close I could savor the pre-cum on his tip,
but he stopped.  He grabbed the discarded bottle of KY and began to
lubricate my shaft.  He ran his hands up and down until everything was
coated and warm.  He then shifted his hips over mine and held my erection
tightly, I watched him sink down on me, taking me into his bottom, slowly
inching himself down completely on my shaft.

   I can't even describe how great it felt.  It was so different than
anything I'd done.  Tighter obviously, but more than that.  It was just so
sexy being held so intimately inside of him.  I pulled him closer and
lifted to kiss him hotly.  I held him in my arms as we did.  I was moving
my hips up and down just a little too.  I couldn't help myself, it just
felt that good.

   Josh leaned back, placing his hands on my chest and began to ride up and
down on my cock.  I reached down and grabbed his, holding him in my right
hand and rubbing his skin.  It was a little awkward, but I just had to
touch him.  The faster he road on my shaft, the faster I would stoke him. I
wasn't going to last long, I knew it, he knew it.  The sensations were too
overwhelming.  The plug in my bottom was pressing against me with every
downward thrust.  I felt like I was the one being entered.

   Finally I couldn't wait any longer.  Josh began to move faster and I
lost control.  I began to cum, crazy-long waves of euphoria causing me to
tremble.  He arched his back and began to cum too, flying across my body,
coating my cheeks, my chest and belly.  He collapsed on me, covered in
sweat and kissed me again.  This time more tenderly than before.  He
nuzzled against my neck and licked me playfully.  He said softly he was
glad I came over.

   I told him so was I.

   I really was glad.  Very glad.

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