The hot summer seemed to drag on. Steve and I were riding around as usual. We were just killing time. Gas was still cheap.

As in most small towns in the south, there was a 'circuit' that the kids drove around. It covered most of the town. That was what we did when not otherwise occupied.

After our night on the beach, we spent a lot of our spare time together. I bought some cold wine coolers, and we enjoyed them as we cruised around. I was concerned about getting stopped for an 'open container', so I took the cloverleaf on the highway. We headed out towards the point at the lake.

I pulled into a camping spot high on the hill, where we could finish our beverages in peace. The sky was clear, and the stars were bright. No moon tonight meant no shadows. We got out and sat on the trunk. Drinking our drinks and watching the sky. It was quite peaceful and relaxing.

There was no conversation between us about our relationship or even if we had one, apart from a friendship. We were just great friends with benefits, it seemed. I did think about it, but I didn't dwell on it at length. We did seemingly spend almost all of our 'free' time together. The ten-year age difference didn't seem to bother him, but I had to buy the alcohol. The running joke was whenever he hit twenty-one, he was buying.

After about an hour of drinking and solving the world's problems as best we could,

Steve said, “Why don't we ever do anything?” out of the blue.

“What do you mean?” I said as I took another drink. “What do you want to do?”

“I don't know,” he replied.

I think he knew what he wanted to do, but he was uncertain how I would receive it. Little did he know, I would have done absolutely anything he wanted to do.

With that response from him, I hopped off the car and took my clothes off. Throwing them in the back seat of the car, I hopped back up and scooted next to him. He smiled, jumped off the car, and removed his shorts and t-shirt. He tossed them in the back seat with my clothes. Then he hopped up on the trunk resting against me. I rested my hand on his thigh.

We sat like that for some time. Skin to skin. I continued caressing and massaging his thigh. My hand slid further and further down between his legs. He spread his legs to give me greater access. As I cupped his hairy balls and began lightly massaging them, he spread his legs wider. Then he brought his heels up to the trunk lid.

“How far can you cum?” I asked as I took his cock in my hand. I was rubbing the head with my palm. He was producing a lot of pre-cum.

He laughed, “I don't know? I've never cum for distance. Is this a contest now?”

“Could be. What would the rules be?” I asked.

“Well … I've never played this game before. I guess, since you're holding my dick, the first rule is you can't jack yourself off. Someone else has to do it.”

“Sounds good. I'll do you, and since it's only us, you do me.”

“Deal. Can we use anything besides our hands?”

“You can use anything you want,” I said, “and there's no time limit.” We both laughed.

“Come on, let's go out here,” I said as I let go of his cock and jumped off the car. He followed me out onto the road. I needed to pee, so I peed a starting line on the road.

“Now we can measure,” I said.

“Oh yea, so much easier,” he said, laughing.

I moved behind him, burying my cock in his butt crack while reaching around him. Taking him in my right hand, I got my rhythm going quickly as he was simultaneously backing his ass into me. With my right hand, I can do much better, as it's the one I use when I jack off. I reached around with my left arm and began massaging his balls. Kissing his neck and sucking his ear lobes as I continued my ministrations. Soon he began thrusting his hips and gurgling something I couldn't understand. Then his cock began to swell. I wrapped my left arm around him as he erupted. His cock threw five large streams of cum. I worked it all out before dropping his limp stem.

With my dick in his ass crack, he wouldn't have to work hard to get me going. I was already hard from the motions of his ass. Steve stepped away from me, tugging my dick with him, leaving a good deposit of pre-cum between his legs. He laughed as he took my steel hard rod in his hand and stepped behind me.

I reached behind me to grab his ass, pressing his leaking member into my ass crack. His drippings smeared onto me, allowing his cock to rub smoothly as he began to work me up.

“I really like the way your dick feels in my hand. It's all smooth,” he said as he felt around my shaven genitals.

“Feels wonderful to me having your hand there too. Maybe we should do this more often,” I replied.

“It's possible, I'm having fun.”

“So am I,” I said as he began stroking me. “I am going to have to take the record, though.”

He squeezed my balls as he stroked me, stopping occasionally to rub my pre-cum around my shaft. I massaged his butt cheeks as he continued to stroke me. He laid his head on my shoulder and began kissing and sucking on me, chewing on the back of my neck. I wondered if he was going to give me a hickey. He kept adjusting the speed of his strokes until it was time to see if I could ejaculate farther than him.

I began thrusting my hips and breathing harder, making the “nnngg” sound. Constricting my abdominal muscles as he reached around my stomach, I started shooting cum as far as I could. Not that you can change that, but it was fun to watch. Steve kept massaging my cock to squeeze my drippings out on his hand, bringing it to his tongue and lapping it off. “Mmmm. Excellent stuff,” he smiled as he swallowed.

We went out to look at who won the 'Cum for distance' contest. It was Steve. By about a foot. We both laughed as we stood in the street naked, dripping our cum down our legs. Glad no one drove by. I kneeled and took him into my mouth to suck him dry and clean him off. He did the same to me when I finished, and then we walked back to the car.

I asked him to bend over the trunk of the car. He said he didn't want anything in his ass. I told him I wouldn't do that to him without talking about it. He had enjoyed anal sex with some of his girlfriends, but he was still an anal virgin. Neither he nor I had been in a sexual situation with another guy before. This was new to both of us. But it was comfortable for us to be together.

He laid over the trunk of the car. He reached backward and spread his cheeks after I asked him to do so. I passed my finger down his crack, and he jerked up and looked back at me. I suggested he trust me, as I put my hand on his back to ease him down. Steve had the most remarkable butt. I was going to taste him. I leaned over and ran my tongue up his crack from his taint to his back. He moaned, and stretched his ass cheeks wider, knowing now what he was in for.

I helped him push his cheeks apart as well as I began rimming him. He stated he'd never felt that before. I asked him if he liked it. He replied it was different, but yeah, he thought he did. Then he puckered his hole. I washed all around his hole with the flat of my tongue, pointing it and pressing in. As I licked, I added my teeth to chew on his cheeks in his crack. I loved it, and all I heard from Steve was moaning and gasping for air.

I had the tip of my tongue in his hole while I massaged his balls. He came in a torrent on my back bumper. I drained him, and we went to sit inside my car. The clock on the dash said it was 2:15 am. It was time to head home. We dressed and headed out. On the way out of the park, we passed the Ranger driving towards the area we had just left. Good timing, I guess.

“So, is that what you wanted to do?” I inquired as we drove home, grinning as I did.

“Well, I wasn't certain what I meant, but yeah, that was wonderful. Can we do that again?” He asked.

“Absolutely! I had fun too. Just so you realize, I'm up for whatever you might be interested in trying. You know my sexual experience. There is none to speak of. I've been with one girl, strictly to lose my virginity. Never touched a man except you. It's remarkable what you can learn by reading.” I laughed. “All you need to do is tell me you want to try something, or just start it. I'll follow your lead.” However, I did have to pull the hair out of my teeth.

Taking his hand to reassure him, we held hands the rest of the way home.

The next week, we got together at the Boys Club for a sauna, on Thursday night. Steve is very hairy all over. Except for pulling hair from my teeth, I had no problem with that. Evidently, he wanted to make some changes though.

He was very familiar with my shaven genitals and stated he liked how it looked and felt. We talked about why I started trimming mine when I was a senior in high school. He replied he wanted to try it, but feared cutting himself. I reminded him he needed to be careful. Especially about shaving the underside of his balls and the base of his penis. There was hair about an inch and a half up the shaft of his dick.

He quizzed me about my process. What kind of razor I used and what kind of shaving cream. Then, out of the blue, he asked if I would help him with his first shave. Of course, I would help him. Remembering my initial shave, I was so afraid of cutting myself in those areas you can't see. I told him I was house-sitting at my boss's house the following week and asked if he wanted to come stay with me. He said sure. We could do it then.

The next day was Friday. I went to work as normal, but Bob took me to his home for lunch. He had his chef prepare lunch for the family, me included. That afternoon was all about familiarizing me with the property. I was to be there from Saturday noon to the following Sunday, a week later.

The house was massive compared to mine. The kitchen bar sat twelve. There was a pool and an indoor ten-person jacuzzi. Eight bedrooms and an enormous flat screen TV. They asked me to use a specific bedroom with a king-size bed that had an attached bathroom. We worked through all the security settings and how to call the service if needed. They also provided contact information for the cruise ship.

Steve would begin staying with me on Sunday. After the evening church service, we went for pizza. He followed me to the house and I gave him the grand tour. We watched TV until around eleven pm and called it a day.

There was a walk-in shower in the ensuite which we took advantage of. It had about ten shower heads. Neither of us had ever experienced that kind of shower before. After we got out, we dried off, brushed our teeth and headed for bed. Both of us slept nude, so we just crawled in. We talked for a little while about the upcoming week and cuddled. It felt good to be in contact with him like this.

I had to work the following day. He had band camp all day every day that week from 9 am to 4 pm. He was the drum major going into his senior year. We both had to be out of the house by 7:30 am. It was going to be a busy week for both of us.

I remained lying on my back. Steve settled down on my left side. His left leg and arm lay across me, and his head lay down on my chest in the crook of my neck. I had my left arm wrapped around him, caressing his back, while he rubbed my chest and nipples with his left hand. It didn't take long before he was lightly snoring. I drifted off shortly afterward.

My six o'clock alarm came all too soon. Neither of us was used to sleeping with anyone, and we had separated in the night. He had twisted off me to his left and was lying on his stomach. I had curled to my right and lay on my right side as usual. I shut it off, took a quick shower, then went down to prepare breakfast. Still nude.

Bob had filled the fridge and pantry before his vacation and told me it was all available to me. He had an extensive alcohol collection but asked me to avoid a certain portion of it. I guess it was the more valuable stuff. Sounded that way. I knew nothing about the liquor in the cabinet. The labels looked old to me, so I assumed it was. That would be easy for me to bypass. I liked the less expensive wine, anyway.

Coffee was first on the menu. Once I figured out how to use the coffeemaker, everything else was simple. I sauteed some mushrooms and tomatoes together and made scrambled eggs. Steve came around the corner into the kitchen, showered, and sat at the bar.

As we ate, I asked him what he normally had for breakfast. He said cereal, but his usual brand wasn't in the pantry. We would have to get him some tonight after work. We went back upstairs to dress for the day after we finished breakfast.

I called him at his parent's home before I left the office that afternoon and told him to meet me at the house at six. We would go eat and pick up what we needed at the grocery store. The Walmart Supercenter had just opened about six weeks earlier. We could find what we required and look around for anything else we might want. Besides, in a small town like this, going to Walmart is a social event.

We walked around, picking up his brand of cereal and some snacks for the week. Then, thinking of his impending hair removal, I asked if he had a new unused razor with him. He said he had used the one he had already. So, we picked up some razors and gel shaving cream. I employed gel for my genitals. I knew it worked and wanted this to go as positively as it could for him. Besides, he could take it with him for future use.

When we arrived back home, we put the groceries away and took the toiletries upstairs. He suggested we try out the jacuzzi. I agreed, and we got undressed. Neither of us had a swimsuit, so we went nude. When we were together, at least when it was just us two, we were usually naked. We both enjoyed being nude, and he had a beautiful body to look at. So, we headed downstairs to the hot tub.

The jacuzzi was in its own humidity-controlled room. They instructed me to always keep the doors closed. The button for the jets was near the door, so you could turn it on as you entered the area. There was a floating thermometer in the water that registered 103°. Perfect. This was going to feel great on my back and would soften up his pubic hair for later.

We spent a good half hour in there. We were both getting overheated, so we ran outside to the pool and jumped in. Even in the August heat, the water felt so cool compared to the hot tub we just left. We stayed in the pool, just lounging for about fifteen to twenty minutes. Then, as a brilliant sunset showed over the western hills, we went back inside to the jacuzzi.

After about twenty minutes, I asked if he was ready to lose some hair. He laughed and said yes. I took him by the hand, and we got out and dried off. I locked up the main floor and hurried upstairs. Steve was already in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror. At 5'7", he had brown eyes, blond hair, a cute smile and weighed around 140 to 150 pounds, he was a gorgeous image to behold. Muscular but not bulky, well-defined pecs, shoulders, and stomach. There was no obvious fat to be seen. It will only enhance his smile when he gets his braces off. He was tugging on his pubic fur as I entered the room.

“Soon you won't be able to do that. You sure you want me to do this?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I was just playing with it one last time. Every so often, I lie in bed and run my fingers through it. But I prefer feeling yours better with nothing there. It's all smooth and baby soft,” he said.

“Remember the first four or five days it will itch like crazy, so you'll have to keep some lotion on it until it quits. At least that's all mine itched. Now it doesn't itch at all. Your skin just needs to get used to it.”

“Yeah, that won't be a problem. That means by the time we're out of here, it should be done.”

“It should be,” I replied “Ok. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, let's do this!” he said.

I had put the razor and gel cream on the counter by the sink. I went and got a comb and a pair of scissors and returned. He was still flexing in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I also brought my phone. He wanted to know why I had my phone. I told him I thought he might want to have some before and after pictures of his transformation.

I asked him to sit on the counter and spread his legs. After combing through his pubic fur one last time to get any tangles out, I took several pictures. Wouldn't make any difference in ten minutes, but it seemed like the right thing to do. After all, what barber gives you a haircut without using a comb? Anyway, I combed the space from his belly button down to his penis and in the crease of his legs. He had a deep golden tan, which contrasted strongly with the alabaster white of his pubic area and his ass. We agreed I would clear-cut at his tan line, which was far below his belly button. He always wore his shorts low on his hips.

I began trimming a little at a time, giving him a last chance to change his mind. But he didn't. Just focused on me and the scissors. I progressed to his dick and had to take it in my hand to maneuver it, so I could trim all around it. I don't know if it's normal, but he and I both have hair growing about an inch and a half up our shafts.

Having completed the upper area and the crease of his leg, I moved down to his balls. They weren't hanging down as far as they normally do. Kind of tight, so I massaged them a bit to loosen up his scrotum, so I could prune it. Then I asked him to lie down longways on the counter and put his feet on the counter, so I could get the underside of his ball sac and his taint. He didn't question me at all, but he had an erection now. His beautiful, thick, seven-inch cut dick standing straight up.

When I finished the trim, I took a couple of pictures from different angles to show him where we were. Bottom to top. Then I helped him down from the counter, and he studied himself in the mirror some more. I explained we would do the next part in the kitchen. He looked at me funny but trusted me. He wanted to see the pictures, so I gave him my phone. I heard his notifier go off several times, so he must have sent them to his phone.

I asked him to jump in a hot shower to keep his pubic fur warm and pliable for the razor. As he did that, I grabbed a couple of enormous beach towels and two washcloths. Took them downstairs to the kitchen to set up our 'work location'. The counter space near the sink would be perfect. It was long enough for him to lie comfortably and it was near warm water.

I laid the towels down on the marble countertop, so he could stay warm. I picked up a large bowl from the cabinet and filled it with hot water. The washcloths went into the bowl. I only turned the lights on over the counter. When I returned to the bathroom, he was just getting out of the shower. I threw him a towel as I picked up the razors, shaving cream, and my phone and said, “Follow me.” He did, and we descended back down to the kitchen.

I helped him up on the counter and told him how to lie with his feet up on the edge. He spread his legs apart. I photographed him, lathered him up, and photographed him some more. After a few quick strokes and a kiss on his big purple head, I began shaving him at his tan line. We had six razors, so I figured we'd be ok as far as that was concerned. I didn't have to go back over any areas near his waist, but I cleaned the razor often.

I shaved the crease of his legs and a double razor's width on his legs. I used a wet washcloth to clean any loose hairs from the areas I had already shaved. It was time for a new razor, as his dick was the next area of concern. He had gotten comfortable, and as a result, gone soft. I had to pull him up by the head to get the skin tight enough to shave. He got hard at a record pace. I shaved his dick and stretched his scrotum out, so I could shave that. Then I shaved his taint. Three inches to each side of his centerline. I washed him down, so he was clean, and ran my hand over him to feel for missed stubble. His blond hair was difficult to see. I took more pictures as I wanted him to have a full set.

He reached for the camera as I urged him to roll over, so I could shave his asshole. He looked surprised and said, “Really?”

I nodded my head and he rolled over. I suggested he reach behind and pull his cheeks apart and hold them. He's blond, as I've mentioned, and it's hard to see in his crack. I lathered him up, and using a new razor, shaved his whole ass crack from his taint to the tan line on his back. Then I washed off all the loose hair.

Steve reached his rear end and felt the smoothness of the shaven area. Then he asked, “While you're back there, would you shave everything that isn't tanned?”

“If you want me to, sure,” I said. So, I continued shaving his hips and legs. When I was done, everything that wasn't tanned had been shaven smooth. Not a hair to be found. We had used five of the six razors. I use some unscented after-shave cream that has aloe in it. I massaged that into all the newly shaven areas. We paid special attention to the base of his cock and his butt hole.

It was almost midnight by now and as much as I wished to spend some intimate time together, we were both tired. I let him get used to his new sensations. We cleaned up the kitchen and made sure there was no hair to be found. Put the wash in the laundry, wiped down the counters and went upstairs. Steve had taken a shower before I shaved him, and he needed the moisturizer to stay on, so he went on to bed. I took a quick hot shower and crawled in next to him.

He was lying on his left side, and I slipped in behind him, intending nothing sexual. When I slid in behind him, he picked up his head up over my left arm. I put my right arm around him, we interlocked fingers and I kissed him on the back of his neck. At this point, my dick decided it was time to play and stabbed Steve in the ass. Saying nothing, he reached down and grabbed my dick in his hand. He lifted his right leg and directed my cock between his thighs. I scooted up against his baby smooth behind.

Soon, I heard him snoring lightly, and I drifted off to sleep as well.

Tuesday morning came too early. Repeating yesterday morning's activity, we took a leisurely shower together and had breakfast. Then it was off to work and band camp. I asked if he wanted to meet for lunch, but he said he needed to see his Mom for something. I reminded him about putting cornstarch or talc on his shaven areas to avoid a sweat rash while on the field, then, after a shower, to lotion the area up good.

We met at the local Italian restaurant for dinner. It was very nice. I had chicken french, and he had spaghetti with meatballs. We shared a tiramisu for dessert. Then we went to see a movie at the local cinema. We sat near the back of a mostly empty theater, which made it easy to play with each other. Lots of action on the screen, things blowing up, and noises to cover our illicit activities.

He was wearing gym shorts with an elastic waist, which allowed for easy access. Since he was between me and the wall, he just took them off, laying his shorts on the chair next to him. His smooth genitals felt deliciously wonderful as I rubbed about his quickly hardening shaft. He raised his left leg up and placed it over the adjoining armrest. I then had room between his legs, which shifted his upper body right towards me.

His new posture offered him a position to fondle me. Taking a big chance that someone from church would see us, I unbuckled my belt, and he opened my fly to get better access to my cock. He was hard as steel, and I was openly jacking him off. He began gasping and breathing erratically. Steve had begun jacking me off by now, and it became difficult to focus. It was a good thing there were hardly any people in that theater.

We leaned into each other as our breathing became more erratic. That we were doing this was magical. That we were doing this in the public with no exit strategy was insane. Many dreadful things would happen if they had seen us. I would have lost my job. He would have most likely been demoted from the drum major position in the marching band. We most likely would have been shunned from church. It just would have been a terrible thing. Neither one of us was thinking about that. We were just trying to breathe.

Both still jacking each other, oblivious to our surroundings. I could feel my orgasm growing, and it seemed big. As my dick swelled to spill my seed, I noticed Steve's dick swell, and he whispered, “I'm coming!”

“I am too!” I replied. And within a split second, we both came. Cumming wildly because neither of us could control our aim at that stage. I tried to point him down and sprayed the wall on his other side. I had to grab my armchair as he finished me. Not only that, but I shot my load over the armchair in front of me and down its back as my load weakened.

Steve had cum on his left leg and his shoe. I licked off what had dripped on my hand. He had yummy, sweet cum. Luckily, he had aimed me well enough to have missed my slacks, except in my crotch, making it look like I had peed myself. I licked his hand off, too.

We remained for a short time, totally relaxed, exposed, dripping our spend on the seats. Soon we realized once again where we were. We had taken a gigantic risk in a small town. Steve pulled his shorts on, and I stuffed my cock back into my pants. We sat up and attempted to look normal for a minute before we exited the theater.

“That was wonderful,” Steve said as we walked across the parking lot.

“Yes, it was. But we are so very lucky we didn't get caught. Yet.”

“What do you mean by yet …?”

“Give it some time. We don't know if anyone saw us. Someone might have seen us. At the very least, who was sitting there, and now there's sperm on the seats and wall. Maybe they didn't say anything to us but told someone else. Give it a week.”

“Oh yeah, I see what you mean. “

“But let me tell you, given the same set of circumstances, I'd do it with you again. Not anyone else, but you, yeah, absolutely. “

We got in the car and drove home. I asked him what he thought about using the hot tub. He just headed there, removing his limited clothing as he progressed. I followed him, taking my work clothes off as well. We climbed into the always-ready hot tub and relaxed.

“How does it feel on your shaven cock?” I queried.

“Weird, but wonderful. I've dripped cum all day because I went commando and the head of my dick grazed on my shorts. I had a chubby most of the day,” he laughed.

We lazed around until he offered me a back rub. I never turned one down before, so I turned my back to him as I laid a towel over the side of the jacuzzi and leaned over.

He got up and leaned over me as he massaged the stress away. It was feeling incredible and quite relaxing. He spent fifteen or twenty minutes rubbing the stress out of me.

While his hands massaged my back, his dick was spreading the crack of my ass. The more relaxed I became, the harder his cock grew. I noticed him redirect his cock up between my ass cheeks. He was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto my back and into my crack.

Something Steve didn't know was that I had been wearing a butt plug on and off since college. I liked the fullness they provided. No one had ever entered me before, but I hoped it would take place tonight. He had such a marvelous dick with a broad crown. I wanted to feel him take me. I just kept still. He pushed his finger into me with ease. Then two fingers. Buried to the knuckle. I just moaned and sighed. It was going to happen.

Steve, without taking his cock away from me, brought his beautiful head down to my hole. I relaxed as best I could. He pushed against me and I moved backward to meet him. I felt my sphincter swell around the fat head of his cock. There wasn't much pain. I had heard it would be painful. All I said was, “YES!”

I reached back to pull my cheeks apart, and Steve pushed further into me. I took a deep breath and asked him to hold still when he bottomed out. He still had an inch or two to put in. I felt his thighs pushing against mine. He pressed up against me and stopped. I felt so full. I thought I was going to burst.

“Ok, go slow. You know I've never done this,” I said.

“I know you haven't, but you feel so awesome. You're doing great.”

My abdomen started getting tense. He began to withdraw all the way to the head of his dick. All seven inches moving in me. This was incredible. He increased his pace. I was struggling to control my abdomen. When he pushed all the way in, it felt like he was moving my insides. The pace increased again. He had done this before. He knew what to look for. I was still struggling to hold on to my cheeks but losing more often than not.

He grabbed my arms to help him leverage his thrusts. In, out, in, out. Long strokes, then short, jagged strokes. Pulling and pushing on my arms. I started mumbling something, then “yes, yes, yes!”. I could feel my orgasm building. I straightened out my legs and crossed my ankles behind him. Likewise, I felt his cock swell, and he pushed into me as far as he could, blowing his sperm into me. It felt like he unleashed torrents of cum into my abdomen. It was warm in my belly. I tightened my legs around him as I came into the hot tub. Spurt after spurt. Five big gobs there at the edge of the tub. I just relaxed, and he laid down on me. Still buried to the hilt.

We lay there until his cock fell limply out of my ass. Then, walking his hands down my back, he rose up and massaged my ass a bit. When he planted his handprint with a hard swat, I rose up and turned around. He laughed, and I did, too.

“Let's catch a quick shower and go to bed. My ass is sore for some reason,” I said, as I grinned at him. He helped me out of the hot tub, and we closed up the first floor, dousing lights, locking doors, and setting the alarm.

“I enjoyed that. You've got a very fuckable ass. I hope we can do that some more,” he said.

“Why, thank you, kind sir. No one's ever complimented me in quite that way before. I loved it, so I'm sure we can work something out again,” I replied.

We gathered our clothing from when we came home and climbed the stairs to our bedroom.

After I emptied my pockets, we threw all the clothes in the bedroom's corner. Steve had started the shower, and I got four towels and two washcloths. We both stepped into the steamy water and melted into one another. Feeling the warmth and comfort of being skin-on-skin with another person.

I kissed him gently, grabbing the shampoo, and began washing his hair. Then I rinsed him off and bent down to my knees. There were a couple of parts that weren't hairy anymore. I licked his cock and fed it into my mouth. He stumbled and moaned, putting his arms on the wall over my head. Using his body soap, I lathered up and washed his dick and ass. It was fast and easy, as bare as he was there.

Sitting on the built-in seat, I asked him to raise a foot. I scrubbed each of his feet and toes. After rinsing them off, I sucked his big toes into my mouth one at a time, running my tongue around them. When I was done, I just lay on the floor in the shower. He reached down to take my hand and help me up. He washed me, paying special attention to my behind and my anus. I wanted to keep his essence inside me, so I didn't let him penetrate me again.

We kissed under the shower, our tongues tussling about. Then we got out, dried each other off, and went to bed. This was the first night that we faced each other in bed. We interconnected our legs, though. We smashed our dicks up against each other. He reached down and rearranged them so neither of us was bent. We caressed each other, recounting our night.

I had thoroughly enjoyed him taking me from behind. I said he could do that whenever he wanted and could work it out. Even bareback like tonight. His juice hitting my insides was mind-blowing. I wouldn't want him to wear a condom. I needed to feel him again. Soon.

We went to sleep like that. Wrapped up in each other. Once again, the morning came too early. Someone hit the snooze bar because when we got up, we were running about thirty minutes late. We finally got up. As Steve stepped in front of me to go down for breakfast, I swatted him on the ass, leaving a nice handprint.

We had to hurry through breakfast, so it was Cap'n Crunch for me, Cheerios for him, and orange juice. A quick shower, other bathroom activities out of the way, and we were both out the door. Steve was mid-week at band camp. His senior year would start in two more weeks. I was just off to another Wednesday. I hope it's an easy one. My ass is sore. I wonder why.

When I arrived home that night, I got undressed and began preparing supper. My plan was to grill steaks, corn on the cob, and steam some Vidalia onions. Add in a cold tomato and cucumber salad, and that would be supper. Steve called to let me know he would be home around six thirty pm. He walked in about fifteen minutes late. He said he had been talking to his Mom about school and a weekend youth group trip with the church.

I had dinner underway. The corn and onions were on the grill, and we both liked our steaks cooked medium. I was just about to put them on. Steve had gone upstairs to undress and came down nude. I looked at him and grinned. He asked me what that was about, and I told him I honestly appreciated him. We continued to cook and eat dinner. Then cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

We just curled up on the couch for some TV for a while. He fell asleep, leaned up against me. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled an afghan over us. We slept for a couple of hours there.

When he woke, I asked him what he thought about a late-night swim. He didn't respond, just took my hand and headed outside to the pool. After Steve jumped in, I dove in and swam to the other side. I swam back to Steve underwater and licked his ass as I came up behind him. He turned to look at me and flipped his hips around, so he was facing me. I was holding on to the side of the pool. Steve wrapped his arms around my neck and wrapped his legs around my waist, crossing his ankles behind my back. He reached down, raising his dick to point up, and sat down on my shaft.

We kissed and licked each other as we talked more about the week and what we planned to do in the weeks coming. I asked him if there was anything he wanted to do or have done to him while we had the chance. He said there was time. It was only Wednesday, and we didn't have to be out until Saturday.

We lazed around the pool and looked at all the stars. They were beautiful. We got to the shallower water where I could use my hands on him. I reached to his ass and caressed him. His behind was muscular and tight. I ran my finger through his crack and began massaging his tunnel. He reminded me he was an anal virgin. Told me it had always been a one-way hole. He never even fingered himself. I informed him I'd do it for him. He suggested we go to the hot tub inside.

Entering the jacuzzi room, I locked the outside door and left the lights off. We climbed in and cuddled with water up to our necks. He sat in my lap again, facing me.

“I would like to fuck you in the ass, in this position,” I told him.

“I don't think I can take you. You might be too big around,” he responded.

I did sad puppy eyes, and he said, “We can attempt it as long as we're lubricated. You might fit. I don't want to even let anyone else try. The door is closed to all except you.”

This made me feel all warm inside.

We shared all the stuff that went on at church camp last month. Next summer, he would be a sponsor as well. We discussed his senior year and all that would happen. There would be plenty of fun events. Some trips where I would be involved, and some that I would have to travel to on my own to support him. About forty-five minutes later, I told him it was time to retire upstairs.

We got out of the jacuzzi and dried each other off. We turned out the remaining lights and went upstairs. Everything else downstairs had already been secured. The only lights in the house that were on were in our room. I backed him up to the bed and pushed him down. Kissing and licking my way down his chest until I came to his cock. He wasn't hard yet, but he would be soon. I licked all around his hairless shaft, trying to put my tongue in his slit.

Having his entire head in my mouth, I started sucking and jacking him off. I took him in further until there were only two inches of his shaft left. Without gagging, I felt him hit the back of my throat. I drew him back out, jacked him a couple of times, and repositioned. I took him in again and when I felt him at the back of my throat, I swallowed. He entered my throat and I smiled. You couldn't tell it because there was drool and spit all over. I pushed on, and he was totally buried in my throat. I swallowed again and began humming. The vibrations in my throat directed to his cock. My eyes were tearing now. Needing air, I backed off and took a deep breath, and immediately went all the way back on.

I had been fingering his hole using the drool and spit as lube. I had a finger in him easily. He was so very tight. I pulled him out of my throat and began aggressively sucking him off. He was stiff enough that I didn't need to hold him with my hands. I still had a finger in his ass and began attempting to put my other index finger in as well. A little more spit and I got my second finger inside him. He made some groans and drew his legs up over my shoulders. I asked him if he was ok and he nodded his head. His eyes were tightly closed. I felt his shaft swell, and he came in my mouth. Spurt after spurt. I had to swallow twice and still had a mouthful.

My plan was to use his cum as lube to enter him. It seemed things were going my way. After I opened my mouth to show him his cum, I began rimming him, dripping his cum out of my mouth into his ass. This lubed him up much better than my drool could. I pressed my fingers in and out of him, again and again, opening him up little by little until I had three fingers in him, spreading him out more. Doing it so slowly, kind of snuck up on him. I took the remaining cum in my hand and spread it all over my cock.

I moved Steve's legs up further as he laid on his back because I wanted to look at his face as I entered him for the first time. His eyes went wide when he was sure of my intentions. I told him I would go very slow. That's why he was facing up. He could communicate this way. I placed the head of my cock on his anus. Holding my shaft, I pressed further. He took a breath and made a 'going to the bathroom' motion. I could barely get my head in. His sphincter was incredibly tight. He asked me to hold on. So I stopped pushing. I began rubbing the insides of his thighs and massaged his balls as I watched his face to see if there was any sign of pleasure or pain.

He opened his eyes, breathing deeply, and nodded. I kept caressing his thighs as I pushed in further until I was about halfway in. He wanted me to stop again. I held my position. Not moving. He was grimacing, so I waited. I rubbed his ass cheeks and took his cock in my hand to distract him.

“I feel so full,” he said.

“Yeah, after last night, I can tell you it feels incredibly full. But it felt much better after your cock got settled, and I became used to you inside me. Let me get all the way in. You'll see.”

“Ok, all the way. Slowly.”

“No problem. I'll go slow," I said as I slid the last of my cock into him. All nine inches of my cock were buried inside him. The way he was laying made it was easier to get inside him. When he had gotten accustomed to my size, I retracted my cock to the head, then pressed back in. He started taking deep breaths, eyes closed, sometimes squinting. I pulled back and pushed in again. Again and again. I continued a steady rhythm. Massaging his chest and pinching his nipples. He grinned at that until I bottomed out again.

“Faster,” he said. I started moving out of him and back into him faster and faster with each successive thrust. His dick was lying on his stomach, pointing toward his face. I started thrusting harder as I increased my speed. He was so tight. I leaned down over him, so I could kiss him and tongue his nipples. I liked the feeling of his braces on my tongue. I continued thrusting into him, and soon I felt my orgasm building. Leaning back, so I could take his dick in my hand, I began jacking him off as I kept ramming into him.

His eyes grew bigger as I buried myself as far inside him as I could and blew my load deep into his bowels. He was still hard, so I jacked him off until he came all over his chest. I laid down on him, smearing his juices, still embedded completely. I didn't want to ever pull out. We stayed there until my limp dick fell out of him. It was followed by a gush of my juice.

“So how was our first time?” I asked. Curious, honestly, to hear how he felt.

“Our first time?”

“Yeah, your first time to take it and my first time to give it,” I said.

“Oh. Yeah. Hadn't thought about that. It was great. I liked how gentle you were until I told you to kick it up.”

“I told you I didn't want to hurt you. Besides, even though I hadn't had anyone in my ass before you, doesn't mean I haven't had anything in my ass. I've used pepperonis, and all summer I've worn butt plugs. Even at church camp, I wore them.”

“Oh wow, really?”

“Yes. I'll show them to you, next week. You can try one if you'd like. I have four.”

“That would be cool,” he said.

I didn't even know what time it was, but it was time for bed. I stood up and pulled him up as we went to the shower. He scrubbed me as I scrubbed him. We were really exhausted. The sex was great, but wow. Taking no extra time, we dried off and brushed our teeth. Then we went and fell into bed. I looked at the clock, it was 1:45 am. Another short night. We cuddled together like the first night. He had a leg thrown over mine and an arm over my chest. His head resting on my shoulder. I kissed his forehead and fell asleep holding him against me.

Our next morning began much as the previous three had. We got away to work and band camp respectively. But we kissed goodbye. This was new this morning. Does this mean something? I'm probably overthinking it. I usually do.

About two in the afternoon, he called me while on a break. He said his Mom had called him and told him she needed him to stay at their house that night. She said there were some things she needed to have done. I told him if he couldn't come back out, I would gather his stuff up and take it with me. He liked that. Said he had a great time and wanted to do it all again.

“We will. Because I loved it all. Call me tonight.”