James' Cherry

James has to ditch his girlfriend. He’s drifted away from her, she knows there is something up. And she knows it’s bad. She calls him every time he wakes up at my place.

James said that he nearly told her twice, recently and on both occasions he panicked and fucked her both times, instead.

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

I wish I’d watched, all that pent up sexual tension, on both their accounts. Sick, I know.

She knows she has lost her handsome, puppy boyfriend, but she doesn’t quite know why? Or if it is permanent. Oh, she must have a good idea of that.

You see, James just wants to dump her. They were teenage sweet hearts. Tell her nothing. They have been together since they were 16. Tell her it is all him and not her, and I am sorry, but it is over.

“Then she drives her blue Prius through our lounge room.”

“What?” he says.

James knelt up on the bed in his trunks with an obvious boner, which I had just been playing with up until that point.

“I don’t know. I will just say I don’t know, if she asks.”

“If she asks?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why. Maybe, I have to spread my wings to find out why.”

“Really?” You just have to pull the plaster. All options have been thoroughly explored, tested, and none have been recommended.

“What? It is practically true.”

“It isn’t even close to true.” What was I doing? Why was I home wrecking? It suddenly hit me. Oh, that trap, I have seen that trap before. If you make them leave their existing partner, then they become yours so easily. James’ divorce was starting to sound like my wedding. I don’t remember signing on to plunder the house of Guinevere to claim my next beau.

“It’s true enough,” said James.

Fuck you are pretty, but do I want to keep you?

“It is.”

What was I doing? Blind alley.

“You’re not saying anything.”

“Don’t you think she deserves… um… er…” There was no, actual, way that I could reasonably back out of here without a lot of collateral damage. Stop giving advice, at this point you are complicit.

He should sort his own relationship out with what’s her name. I’m sure I only wanted to borrow him, at best. Well, maybe more than borrow, you know.

“You are still not saying anything?”

“Damn!” I said out loud. Speaking voice, not Tourette’s, you understand.

James looked startled.

We’d been smoking pot heavily, the ashtray was full of white roaches.

All the best advice, when caught in a crisis is to deny, deny, deny. “I went blank.” That was really the best I could do? My brained cranked back into life.

“Are you okay?”

“My mind went blank, I didn’t lose consciousness. I didn’t have a seizure.”

“You’re having a seizure.”

“No.” I laughed.

“No?”

“No,” I said. “Sorry, but you have to sort your own girlfriend out.”

He gave me big puppy dog eyes.

I pushed him down on to bed and…  This should change the subject, I thought. I don’t think that I am taking the extended package, thanks.

He rolled over on to his back. I grabbed the elastic waistband of his trunks and pulled them down over his thighs, he didn’t resist. I sucked his soft cock into my mouth, starting with his soft foreskin. I’d barely got my lips around the base of it and the beast was pushing down into the back of my throat, as I push forward. James groans. 

“Ah!” 

My throat relaxes just a trillionth of a second before I gag. I suck into the gag and I go down hard on him so that the first thing he feels is my lungs wrapped around his knob. His fat cock is thick in my throat. I release with enormous slurping sounds, even I’m surprised. James’s groan crescendos until he screams over the top of my head. 

“Oh, yeah, suck it!” he gasps.

James has a magnificent cock. It is the poster boy for all other cocks to be measured against. It is thick, it is hard, it pumps up to practically busting with blood. It is like playing with a limb, I know people say that, but now I’m guessing how the legend first started.

It is going to be a problem for him in the future. He has a cock that is just too beautiful to leave. Men will love his cock more than they love him. He has to fall in love before he shows them what he’s got, just to be sure. Men would/will stay with James just because of his dick. It is a magnificent beast. I would love to introduce you to it, Blessed Genes Cock, feast your eyes and discover why you have always been settling for inferiors, all of your life. 

I rolled him over. “Hey?” It was a question.

“I want to lick your arse.”  I reached up and pulled his green trunks down over his perfect melons. I did a Butterfly swimming move, grasping a cheek in each hand and pulling me over and on to him. I burred my face in his crack, trying to push my tongue, like a huge slug, between the very edges of his butt cheeks.

“Hey!” He pulled one leg around on top of him, as protection, but by moving just the one leg, and not the other, it had the opposite effect and his butt hole was stretched open and exposed. I licked my tongue flat across it, it was like licking glad wrap.

I wet my tongue and licked him again. I could taste his lower intestine, that is how open he was. I sucked down like a mollusc. He moaned.

I pushed my tongue inside his hole, right into that slippery, wet passage. He moaned loud.

I wanted to fuck him, my cock was rock hard at the thought.

I crawled up his back and whispered in his ear. “I want to fuck you.”

“What?”

“Let me fuck you?” I rubbed a gob load of lube onto my cock.

“I dunno.”

I slid my rock hard cock up the crack in his arse and rubbed it up and down in excess lube.

“Let me fuck you.”

“It’ll hurt.”

“No. it won’t.” Could he sue me for that? “Just relax.”

“It won’t?” Maybe he could.

“No, not if we do it slowly.”

“Okay. Sure?”

“Sure enough.” Which bit was he saying okay to? If we do it slowly?

“Slowly, babe.”

I lubed up his arse with my fingers. I made sure my whole hand was wet, I was going in. My whole hand slipped between both his arse cheeks. I made a rocket with my fingers, my pointer finger took the lead and nailed his cherry, gently, in macro exposure. He took a finger to the tip, he seemed to like it. Good boy.

“Ah!”

My finger slid in and out of him.

“Oh. Ahhhh.”

I put on a condom. Lubed my fingers. I almost had to use my teeth as well, I want to, my hands were so slippery. I don’t. The end of one slippery finger hooks the end of the condom, at the last minute, and it pulls down.

He is hanging his head down between his shoulder blades. I lube his arse some more, with my cock wrapped like a mummy wobbling about.

I had two fingers in him. He was screwing up his face. He was moaning. He was panting. He sure was pretty.

He turns his head to me and says, “Fuck me.”

I wipe a ton of lube over my rock hard cock and his arse all at the same time.

“Oh my god, I want to do this?” He says. “Fuck me!”

I roll him on to his knees, I get behind him.

“Oh yeah, come on fuck me.”

I push my cock up his crack.

“Oh… yeah,” he didn’t sound nearly as confident. I rubbed it in and out of his arse, slimy and wet. I pulled his head up and pashed him. He is great to kiss. He pashes back enthusiastically. I rubbed my cock into his arse, my knob pushes at his hole.

I kiss him some more. He is hot to kiss.

I pushed my cock into his arse again. He kisses me again.

I push my cock into his arse again, my knob penetrates his body for the first time. He breathes in and out, in and out, in and out, really fast.

“Oh, Jesus!” he says.

I pushed my cock into his arse again, my knob penetrates him for the second time. He pashes me even harder and more enthusiastically than before. I’m biting his mouth.

I push my cock into his arse again, the rim of my knob penetrates him for the third time. He growls like a big cat, grabs me by the back of the throat and jams his mouth into mine.

I push my cock into his arse with the intension of penetrating him. No. Blocked! I pulled his hips closer.

I push my cock into his arse with the intension of penetrating him and I do, half way down my shaft, he was holding on tight like a rubber band tied around my finger. “Ahhhhhhh fuuuuuucccckkk! Just a second. Ah! Don’t move.” I pushed in a bit further. His hand came around his back as if by reflex. “No! Ah! No! Ah!”

I leant over to the bed side table, still inside him. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I unscrewed a bottle of Amyl, the real stuff. “Ah… ah… ah… ah…ah!

I held it under his nose. He sniffed in each nostril. I told him to do it again, after he had done it the first time.

I got the bottle back. I avoided sniffing it. He scrunched the bottom sheet in his hand. He handed me the cap. I got my one and only wiff of it. He looked like he was scratching at the mattress with both hands. He pushed back on my cock and took another quarter. He groaned. I screwed the cap back on the bottle. His face turned bright red, scarlet. He gasped for breath, almost looked over come. He went from rock to sponge and his flesh fell away at my advancement, as my whole cock slid inside him. He began to buck, I kid you not. I held on to his arse as I put the amyl back on the bed side table.

“AH! AH! AH! AH!”

I grabbed both of his hips and pulled my cock out of him slowly. I looked down and watched my hard cock threaten to pull the inside out of his arse out.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I pushed my cock hard into him. “OH MY FUCKEN GOD!” he screamed. “AH AH AH OHHHH MY FUCK! AH! AH! AH!” He shook impaled on my penis. His face streamed with sweat.  He gagged deep in his throat. He spasamed.

I moved in and out. In and out.

“Oh yeah!”

Then I fucked him hard. “Ah!” In and out. “FUCK!’ In and out. “AH…Ah! In and out. “Fuck me again.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I fucked him hard up against the wall. Him down on his haunches, giving me his sloppy, open arse. It opened up like a ripening bud. Fuck I love being cock first up a guy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I fucked him straight through his orgasm, down on his knees, as he shot creamy white cum every where. His cock was a glue factory, all over his hand, his knob, the bed, as he sprayed repeatedly. I was still fucking him when he’d been reduce to whimpers, then I pulled the condom off and came in his face. I wouldn't normally, but how could I not with a face so pretty.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

We both collapse onto the bed.

He stood up next to the bed. He put his hand around to his arse. “I feel fucken wounded.”

He looked more adorable than he ever had.

“If ever there was a time to go for a medical to avoid the draft, this would be it.” He laughed.

He was gorgeous when he laughed.

“I can’t feel anything,” said James. 

There was silence. He didn’t speak again until I looked at him.

“Seriously.” He laughed.

James. James. James.

“I’m having a shower.”

“Sure.” I wiped the slime off my cock with a tshirt I picked up off the bedroom floor.

In no time James was standing in front of me, wet combed hair, tshirt jeans, looking all preppy. “Do you want me to make you a coffee before I go?”

I just wanted him to go. Go sort your life out kid. And live a little.

“No, my neurosurgeon has advised me against it,” I said. All I could think about was my next joint.

“Sure? No coffee?”

Was he going to ask me everything twice all the time up until he leaves, I wondered?

“No, I don’t want my head to explode.”

“If you’re… sure… then?”

Please universe, not three times. “I’m good, what can I say?”

He knelt on the bed and kissed me. Then he pulled my head into his torso and he gave me a squeeze. He smelt good. Nineteen and full of cum.

“When will I see you again, Mr?” he said.

“Soon,” I said.

I stepped in the condom, I kid you not. Some time later, after I had my shower. I always stand on the used condom. It always reminds me of squashing a snail between my bare toes as a kid. I don’t know why? Do you think it is some kind childhood angst that makes me gay, that I am trying to exorcise?

A reminder from Saint Sebastian that I am on the right track.

I said that once, when some devout catholic woman was in earshot.

“Saint Sebastian? I’m sorry?”

"With the arrow through his side, the naked one with the muscles."

"You are talking about a sainted person." She looked fit to burst.

I always think of her when I think of young hunky saints.