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(MM, 1st-bi- expr, oral) *** It's cold living on the Great Lakes in the winter, but boy, does the summer ever heat up nicely... I was living in a small town on Lake Michigan many summers ago when I was much younger. I had moved into an apartment with my fiancé (at the time) and several of her friends. This maybe wasn't the smartest idea I had ever had, since we were very different people. As Steven Wright used to put it, "I wasn't into meditation, she wasn't into being alive." Her friends were in a way even worse, since most of them were intelligent, young, and full of energy. They just couldn't seem to understand why several facial piercings and visible tattoos would prevent them from getting jobs paying them enough to drive a Porsche. After a year or so of that, I decided it was time to move on, so she and I moved into a smaller place that was for just the two of us. Well, the two of us and one of her friends. Jim was a skateboarder. He was crazy. He liked needles and pins... in his skin. He believed he was a witch. He was also one of the best cooks whose food I had ever eaten, so I figured since he would be in the kitchen, he might actually keep the job he had gotten. Well, it didn't work out that way. Jim soon lost his job. I never really figured out why, just that he and his boss couldn't handle each other. I was working day shift at an ISP, and my fiancé Diane was working 2nd shift at the mall. I rarely saw her, since she would get home late, usually after I had already gotten ready for bed. It finally got bad enough that she set up another bedroom for herself, so that she could come home at night without disturbing me. We'd get together on days off and have sex, but that was about it. The relationship was definitely starting to die. On the other hand, Jim was always home. When I would return from the office to the house, he was usually playing a video game or playing on the computer. Since I had free Internet through work, he would usually be running a MUD or reading newsgroups. Occasionally he would be poking around trying to figure out how to make web pages. It was kind of fun watching his first fumblings with HTML, and I would help him out every once and a while. Usually if I hadn't already eaten on the way home, Jim would offer to make dinner. He'd usually do that because he didn't have the money to eat himself, so I'd buy the materials for both of us to eat. It was worth it though, since he could always make something tasty even out of the worst ingredients. One day I came home kind of distracted. We were up to our assholes in alligators at work, and we were having real trouble draining the swamp. Jim offered to make dinner, and I definitely wasn't going to turn him down. While he started banging pots and pans in the kitchen, I sat down at the computer and started poking around while thinking about the project I was working on. Jim had left his disk in the drive, and without thinking, I opened it up. The file names seemed to be gibberish, so I assumed he had been downloading stuff from the newsgroups again. When I happened to notice they were almost all jpegs I decided to take a look and see what he was browsing. After all, I always saw him with really hot women, so I figured that I would be in for a treat. Imagine my surprise when the first image that showed was of a hairy man with a large hard cock in his hand. The second was a shot of a skater type sucking on a huge dick. The third was of the skater getting pounded from behind. I was shocked. I had never figured Jim for someone that would go for guys, but I also was starting to get very aroused. Casually I closed the files, and asked Jim if he knew when Diane was supposed to come home. "I think she's off at 10," he replied. This usually meant that she would be home around 1 or 2 am, since she would stop off at the coffee house after work, then walk home from downtown. I started work on the project from home, and was knee deep in debugging someone else's code (I can't program, but I can usually find someone else's errors), when Jim called out, "Dinner's ready!" We sat at the dining room table, wolfing down whatever he made, and we talked over what had happened during the day. We didn't have air conditioning, and it was obvious a storm was rolling in. The weather had turned hot and muggy, and even though it was only about 6 o'clock, it was already so overcast that it was starting to look dark. We sat there, swimming in sweat, when I finally said, "I'm going to take a quick bath and cool off. It's roasting in here. I'll be working on some more work stuff tonight though, so you're SOL, I'm going to need the computer." "That's OK," Jim replied, "I've been working on my Pirates! character on the Sega. I'm getting really good. Pretty soon you aren't going to be able to get close to me!" We had an ongoing game of one-upmanship with that video game, and right now I was in the lead. "Sounds good," I said. "Be right back!" I ran into the bathroom and stripped naked, drawing a bath of cool water. We didn't even have a shower, but hey, the rent was right, and I could manage to pay it off even with someone in the house that didn't have a lot of cash to contribute. I quickly got in the tub, and the cool water started to take a little of the starch out of my aching cock. I thought about jerking off, but decided to wait. I didn't work tomorrow, so maybe I would get a chance to use it when Diane got home. I washed up real quick, and then ran some more water to rinse off. I jumped out and wrapped a towel around me, but decided against getting dressed again, since with even just the towel I was already starting to get overheated again. I drained the tub and headed out to the living room, to see Jim sitting at the computer. As I came into the room I caught a quick flash of an image on the screen as he closed the viewer program he was using. "Well," he said, jumping up from the computer desk, "I guess I'll grab a quick bath too, since it's so muggy." He rushed through the doorway, brushing against me as I scooted over to get out of his way, and for some reason, I could feel a chill of goose flesh as he did so. I was kind of stunned. I certainly never expected to find myself getting hot over the thought of another guy, and I really didn't know what to do. I could also see that his cock was rock hard in his baggy shorts. I sat down at the computer desk and tried to figure out what my feelings on this were. I really had never thought of myself as bi, but Jim was a good friend, and frankly he was really hot. He had a slim trim skater body, with a nice smooth boyish chest, but he was actually quite strong. He was a couple of years younger than me, and it showed. He had a cute little beard, what were they called, the Van Dyke? It made him look a little devilish, especially with his lip stud, tongue stud, tattoos and buzz cut. I took a quick look at the picture he had closed, and was even more surprised. Apparently Jim liked them a bit like me, extremely hairy, swarthy, and a little pudgy. I was kind of surprised, so I started looking through the rest of the files real quick, since I could hear the water running in the bathroom, I knew I had some time. I was looking through the files, and I guess I got a little engrossed, because the next thing I knew I heard the door to the bathroom opening, so I quickly exited the program and pulled up a terminal window. As Jim came back into the room, I saw he was wearing nothing but a towel as well, and I hoped he couldn't get a good look at my lap, because I was having a hard time getting my state back to normal. Just as he reached my shoulder though there was a crack of lightning outside and all the lights went off. At the sound of the battery backup chirping, I immediately started shutting down the computer, since I only had a cheap backup unit, so I had to get out quick. This managed to take my mind of things and I started to return to normal. "Shit!" Jim said. "I hate when the power goes out. What the hell are we going to do to entertain ourselves now?" "I'm sure something will come up," I tossed off without thinking, then froze as I realized exactly what I had just said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his towel begin to do a magic trick, where it starts to rise all by itself. OK, maybe not ALL by itself. Jim stepped up behind me and started to massage my shoulders, like he sometimes did when he knew I had had a bad day. Only usually we were wearing more than just towels. I started to relax and lean into it, when I realized that my head right about at crotch level. Immediately I started to get a bit stiffer, and then I heard the words, "Oh what the hell." I closed my eyes as I started to feel hands fumbling at my waist, pulling the towel open. As it finally fell free, I parted my legs slightly, and my proud cock rose to its full 7 inches. I felt a hand touching me, a calloused hand, and my cock tried to get even harder. A soft voice spoke in my ear, "Is this OK with you?" "What do you think?" I replied. "It's a little hard to deny now..." Jim got to his knees and nestled in between my legs. He stared at my cock, then stroked it with a finger, making it jump and throb. "I've never done anything like this before, but I've always wanted to," he said, as he started running his hands through the hair on my legs. "Tell me if I'm doing it wrong." And with that, he started licking my throbbing cock. I had had blow jobs before, but never one quite like this. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, the taboo we had started to cross. Maybe it was just that he knew what he liked, and could transfer that into action that I would like. No matter, a small sigh escaped my lips immediately as I started to droll pre-cum all over the head of my cock. "Cool..." he said. "I've never seen that up close like this before... It looks yummy, maybe I'll have some dessert after all." He licked around the head of my cock and lapped up the pre-cum like it was ice cream. He looked up at me with a grin on his face, and I could tell that he liked it. Then he did something truly evil. He slowly rode the outside of his lower lip up my aching cock, the cool point of the lip stud contrasting with the short beard hairs in a way that I had never imagined before. Immediately I donated another dollop of cream for his dessert, and he quickly lapped it up. This time though, he made sure that his tongue stud made contact with my hard cock, which jumped every time it touched. It was like that little piece of metal was channeling the lightning outside directly into my cock. I thought I would go mad from the pleasure of it, especially when he finally engulfed the head of my penis with his mouth and worked his tongue and lip studs against the top and bottom of my cock. My hands started caressing his hair and shoulders of their own volition as I writhed from the pleasure. This was the first time a man had every sucked my cock, and it was absolutely incredible. I felt the head of my cock start deeper into his mouth, and figured it would stop. After all, although I'm not that large, I am quite wide. Diane could never get more than the head in her mouth, and never even tried to go any further. My hands clutched his hair though as I felt the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. I felt a pause, and a movement against my cock head as he came back up off my gagging. I murmured, "Sorry," feeling a little embarrassed, when he smiled up at me. "It's OK. I've been practicing with a carrot. I think I can do this. I just haven't ever had a real one before... One more try!" He dove onto my cock again, and this time, when I felt the head hit the back of his throat, I felt him swallow, and my fat dickhead slipped into his throat. I could feel the muscles of his throat working, rubbing the head of my dick, as his tongue stud went wild against the underside of my cock. The tube on the underside of my cock began to swell as I squirmed helplessly in the chair. This was the first time anyone had ever managed to deep throat me, and I could not believe how great it felt. "I'm coming!" I groaned, as I felt the sperm start moving in my sack. Usually I would fire off like a rocket, but not this time. The spasms were deep, slow. I had never had an orgasm this intense before, and I could feel my balls jumping in his cupping hand. Then I felt something else I had never felt before. I felt his finger pushing against my anal ring. No girl had ever done this to me before, and I thought it should turn me off. I started to get up off his finger, then realized that it felt really good back there, plus starting to get up had forced even more of my dick down his throat. I had never felt anything like this, and I dropped back down on his finger in spite of myself. As soon as his finger popped into my ass I could feel him touch something deep inside. It felt like he had jammed a live wire up my ass, as I felt my balls churn. My orgasm started, and I grunted and groaned as cum started making its way up my shaft. "Cumming...." I groaned, and I felt the first spurts of semen burst from the head of my cock, deep into his caressing throat. I felt him start to pull his head back, and thought for sure he was going to pull off me because of the cum. Diane would never swallow, so I didn't see why he would. He pulled back until the head of my cock was in his mouth, on his tongue, and then started working his finger in my ass, making me pump yet another load onto his waiting tongue. As I finished with the most intense orgasm I had ever had, he pulled off me and smiled. "It tastes so good, just like I imagined," he said, licking the last of my cum off his lips. "That was incredible," I said. "I've never felt anything like that before!" "That's OK," he replied as he leaned forward to kiss me while letting his towel drop to the floor. "We're just getting started..." And the thunder roared... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 51