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COCKTAILS It never occurred to me that puberty with its cocktail of hormones could be such a compelling situation. Till then, I had considered myself "straight", dating and falling in out of love with girls in various grades along the way. Although I discussed sex with many of my friends, it was all "straight" stuff and occasionally we would snigger at someone whom we would label as "homo". During my high school years, my neighborhood friend Brooks, who was a year older than me decide to enlighten me on the subject of sex. Although I had no feelings toward Brooks, I thoroughly enjoyed our discussions on the vagaries of sex with a purely academic interest. My high school years were a period of frustrating attempts to consummate relationships with various girls that I was currently in love with--and my only solace was to jack-off in the bathroom every morning before school fantasizing about the love of my life. Brooks on the other hand was considered the school stud. Though only a year older than me, he was already six-foot tall, with blonde hair and baby blue eyes that had all the girls in school panting after him. I was a bit surprised however that although he did date off and on, he had no steady. I put this down to his fastidious taste During final years of high school, most of us had full time summer jobs, but our parents always gave us a month off to jag around. Brooks and I would go swimming at the local pool and lying on the side of the pool would often discuss sex and "who was doing it to whom". His descriptions of fucking would invariably arouse me and my cock would harden, but I managed to hide it from him, or so I thought. His intimate knowledge of the intricacies of the subject led me to believe that he had balled all the girls that he had dated. Those were the times I envied and pitied myself at five-foot nine with brown hair and eyes. I rued to myself that once the girls saw Brooks; they would never go for me. It would be a bad summer. Those salad days rolled by and Brooks graduated and was off to college. I continued my attempts at redeeming my self-respect by dating as many girls that were supposed to "put out", but to no avail. However I was compensated by a sudden spurt of growth and found myself at six- foot even when the school year was over for the summer. I had not missed Brooks although I did wonder about college life and the fraternity that he had pledged for during the year. But these thoughts were fast and fleeting, as I was busy with school and college entrance. Summer came on and the hunt for the ideal summer job was on. Brooks was back for the summer, looking as good as ever, but with an air that college boys seem to acquire. The mandatory one-month off at the beginning was given in spite of my not having yet found a suitable job for the summer. My parents were pissed off to no end, and my Dad finally found me a job as nightwatchman in his office place. The local swimming pool was our haunt, and most of us hung around all day. Brooks was no exception, and he picked up the threads of our friendship with practiced ease, as though he had never gone away. Brooks regaled me with poolside chats on the raunchier side of college life and the exploits of his fraternity cohorts. Listening to them, I was amazed that college students were not juiced out by the time they graduated! At times the stories were unbelievably gross but they had the desired effect on my libido. Every afternoon, after the swim, I would go back to my bedroom and jack off to the vivid images that Brooks portrayed so effectively. One day after our swim, that summer before college, Brooks told me that his parents were gone for the weekend and that he was left to house sit. Nothing unusual. Suddenly he turned to me and said: "Manny, you always have been hotted up by my talk of sex, would you like to see some of the books my Dad has in the house?" I did not need another invitation. We went into his parents' bedroom where he opened a lower drawer and took out some books. "Look at these Manny." He tossed them to me, keeping one for him. The bed was a large king size and we both sprawled across it and opened our books to read. I lay on my side while Brooks lay on his stomach. We started thumbing through the books. They were sex manuals detailing all that men and women could do to each other. The two of us had little or no conversation although the breathing did become more ragged and heavier. At length Brooks turned on his side and facing me said: "Sexy stuff, isn't it?" The photographs and descriptions in the book that I was reading had aroused me and I was in a stage of semi-hardness, pleasant enough but I hoped it did not show. However, I was a bit embarrassed at the intimacy of the setting and the subject matter that I blurted out: "Interesting". Brooks just looked at me with his piercing blue eyes that I had to avert my own and felt myself getting red behind the neck. There was a pregnant silence. I did not know what was happening and this made me nervous. I had to start the conversation again. "Brooks, how many people do you know who have fucked a girl?" He looked at me quizzically and said that he knew some, but he knew of quite a few "homos" at college. He asked me if I knew what a homo was. Thank god the conversation had started again. To keep it going and to pretend my innocence I said no, I did not. "OK, then I'll tell you". He adjusted his lying position and came closer to me. "Homos are those boys who fuck around with other boys". "Really?" "Yeah really". "I find that hard to believe". Brooks slapped me on the thigh and started laughing. "You're unreal". His hand stayed on my thigh. I moved a bit; sure that he would move his hand. I had no desire to become a "homo". His hand stayed there. I started trying to read the book again and assumed that he had too. I could not concentrate on the book because the hand on my thigh had begun to massage gently. The massaging was gentle yet firm, squeezing and releasing the flesh of my thigh through the cloth of my shorts. His hand strayed to my inner thigh and I felt an awakening in my crotch. It was my cock hardening and a sensation I could not control. Though I felt uneasy as I was embarrassed by my cock-stand, the feeling was pleasurable and I did not want to stop Brooks. Brooks's hand started moving up and down my thigh and I knew what his target was. Yet, I would not stop him. At the back of my mind I heard a voice say: "No! No! No!" I was so paralyzed by pleasure and anticipation to do anything about it. "What is going to happen?" --Who cared at this stage? Every stroke of Brooks' hand on my thigh created a tingle of anticipation at the juncture between my scrotal sac and hole. "What is happening?" "What does he want to do?" "What is he going to do?" --As though I did not know. My face was flushed partly out of embarrassment and partly out of excitement. Embarrassed, because my cock was as hard as a rock, which I was sure, was evident through my shorts. I tried to read again but I could not read anymore. I pretended to read and knew that to stop any thing further, I should get off the bed--I kept on lying and pretending to read. The movements of the hand had become more insistent now. It inched closer and closer to my crotch. The massage was getting more firm and I started waiting for it to reach its final destination. It made a few tentative forays to my crotch and getting no rejection; a finger moved and traced the outline of my cock on the cloth. I was having trouble trying to breathe normally. I glanced over at Brooks, but he could not meet my eye, as he was intent on the object so boldly outlined. The hand moved fast and furtively, and before I knew it had clamped down on my cock. I gasped. "What are you doing?" I hissed. The answer -- his fingers trying to encircle my cock. "Take off your shorts ", was all that Brooks intoned. My restraint snapped: "I'll take off mine if you'll take off yours!" With no further ado Brooks took off his shorts and his T-shirt and threw them off the bed. My eyes were riveted to his cock. I had never seen a boy-man's cock so close up and stared at it. It was seven and a half inches long. It curved upward trying to touch the ceiling. The mushroom head was oval and there was a slight glistening in the slit. A smattering of light brown hair, which extended up to his navel, surrounded the base. His chest was well developed and smooth as a baby's backside. Lying on his side facing me, looking at me with his questioning azure eyes, I knew the girls who had let go of this Apollo were fools. I felt a slight hesitation to shed my clothes as my cock was only six and a half inches long, but I mechanically shucked off my shorts and T-shirt and lay on my side facing Brooks. My cock had never been so hard and was throbbing with excitement. A thin strand of precum made its way to the coverlet. Moving quickly, Brooks snaked forward and grabbed my cock. This was the first time a hand other than mine had touched my cock. I shuddered with pleasure as he stroked my cock and gingerly reached for his cock. I stroked him with the same rhythm that he stroked me. He slid toward me and kissed me full on the lips. A girl let alone a boy had never kissed me so! He bit my lips and I thought he would draw blood. His tongue forced entry pass my teeth in its quest for the back of my throat. It flicked over my teeth and fenced with my tongue. I thought I would stop breathing as my heart pounded away. He sucked so hard that I thought he was going to swallow my entire tongue. He let go of my cock and swept me up in a tight embrace and I had no choice but to return the embrace letting go of his red-hot cock. He licked my eyes, which were closed, my nose, chin and slowly worked his way down to my belly button. He nibbled at the dark brown down that snaked its way to my crotch, working his way slowly and sensuously and I thought I was surely going to cum in anticipation of what would be next. I stared at the top of his blonde mop and having nothing better to do stroked the top of his head and scratched the back of his neck like you would a puppy. Puppy--his tongue was silky smooth as he salivated near my pubes but would not go down any further! I felt him feel below my buns, squeeze them and slowly part them with his hand. His mouth suddenly closed on my cockhead, and at the same time he jammed a finger up my puckered hole. I thrust upward with my hips and he swallowed the whole of my cock as his fingered jammed in to the second digit up my virgin ass. I had never felt any thing like this-sandwiched between his mouth and finger. He started bobbing his head up and down on my cock and moved his finger in and out of my hole. Slowly, a flush of pleasure crept over me-I was being fucked by mouth and finger at the same time! He timed it such that with each thrust of his finger I thrust upward to meet his hungry mouth. The tension started building in my balls and I was on my way to cumming. Abruptly, he pulled out his finger and stopped sucking my cock. I felt an immediate and yearning emptiness. "Why did you do that?" "Turn over on your stomach and I'll show you what I want to do next!" With great alacrity I turned over on my stomach and waited eagerly for him to begin. He parted my cheeks with his palms and his tongue found my asshole. The tautness in my balls increased as he darted his tongue in and around my hole. His hands moved between and under my legs and started fingering my cock and balls. I was being transported to heights of ecstasy, the likes of which I had never reached before. I waited impatiently for his next move that, to me, was now very obvious. He moved some more on me but seemed to change his mind when he said: "I want you to suck my cock!" I wanted to avoid this, this cocksucking, and lay very still. He moved his torso near my head and said sharply: "Suck my cock!" I looked up with a jerk and he was kneeling in front of me with his cock in my face. I tightly screwed my eyes shut as I felt his cock pushing between my lips. I opened my mouth a little and with one thrust Brooks shoved his cock in, to the back of my throat. It tasted salty but not bad and its throbbing pulse started to get my pulse racing too. Brooks slid his cock in and out, past my teeth to the back of my throat. He fucked my face effortlessly as I moved my hands to the back of his thighs to steady myself. After going at it for a few minutes, Brooks nudged me on to my side, with his cock still in my mouth; he dipped over my torso and once again swallowed my erect cock. Our mouths were fucking one another as we ground our crotches into each other's faces. Brooks changed his mind again-damn him! He disentangled himself and sat up on the bed. Wordlessly he grabbed my shoulders and turned me over on my stomach. I was still somewhat ambivalent about the entire goings on, but the last vestiges of doubt were disappearing under this concerted assault. I waited to see what would happen! Brooks moved to the back of my legs and pulled them apart. I felt his weight between them. He split the cheeks of my ass as my puckered hole was once again exposed to his view. His thumbs stretched my hole. He seemed to wait. I then felt the mushroom head of his cock caress my hole. I realized that "it" was going to happen now. He grabbed around my waist and pushed forward with his cock. At first my hole was unyielding but the pressure grew-and then with a hard thrust Brooks shoved the mushroom headed battering arm half way up my ass. My defenses were breached! I expected it to hurt, but it didn't. I felt his weight on my back as he lay on top of me. He was heavy but I didn't care. He withdrew his cock to the tip and with a grunt, pushed forward and shoved his cock in to the hilt. I felt his balls banging on the back of my cheeks and thought the head of his cock would be half way up my throat! Methodically Brooks began to fuck my ass with slow and deep strokes. I felt an intense pleasure and involuntarily tightened my ass muscles around Brooks' cock. He groaned with pleasure as he drove his cock in and out of my virgin ass. I thought: "Is this what happens when girls pop their cherries?" Brooks varied the rhythm of his pumping. His movements grew in speed and intensity. The full length of his cock was moving in and out of my ass as his torso pummeled my back with an increasing urgency. I realized that I was breathing heavily and was surprised to find that my ass was on its own heaving up and down to meet each and every thrust of Brooks' cock. My ass got the rhythm by now-the muscles gripping Brooks' thrusting cock and milking it with all the intensity of a newly deflowered virgin. My mouth was dry and my tongue thickened as I buried my head deeper into the bed and thrust my hips up powerfully to meet the banging that Brooks was giving me. I was like a wild bucking bronco by now. The more I bucked the harder Brooks rammed his cock into me-the full length to the tip out, and then banged in to the hilt! The swollen cock rammed away at a fevered pitch. I felt a sharp intake of breath; Brooks grabbed my hips and pulled hard toward him. He clamped his legs around my own and thrust powerfully into my ass, and for the first time I felt a stab of pain. My reflex action was to squeeze hard with my ass muscles and to shove up hard into the crook between his torso and legs, impaling myself deeper on his shuddering cock. I felt his cock throb as he exhaled with a shiver. His cum pumped into my ass as he moved gently in very short strokes. My ass felt warm and wet. Although the tension had been building in my balls, I was so intent on the pleasure of the fucking that Brooks was giving me, that I had not paid much attention. The combination of the solid banging and friction of rubbing against the rough coverlet brought me to my own climax. As Brooks spent his cum in my ass, I started ejaculating in great waves on the bed. I could feel each blast of cum emerging from deep within me, and the feeling lasted longer than it ever had. Wave after wave tumbled of my cock as I writhed in pleasure, staked down by Brooks' cock. Our breathing subsided as Brooks lay on top of me, his lust sated for the time being. He slowly rose withdrawing his cock out of my ass in a smooth and considerate action. My ass felt like the Grand Canyon. It felt empty and hollow. Brooks rolled off of me and I felt the wetness of his cum in my distended asshole. I slipped a finger in to check if all stations were OK, which they were and then licked the cum off my finger. I felt like singing! We lay side by side not speaking a word to each other. I was lost in my own thoughts. I now knew what it felt like to lose a cherry. The afterfuck made us indolent and we just lay there immobile. My thoughts turned to all the books I had eagerly devoured where the fuck scenes were explicitly described-the cocks as thick as broomsticks ripping into tight virgin holes. Jacking off had been good fun but to actually experience it was something altogether in a different league. It seemed forever before we moved. I looked at Brooks' now limp cock; I had taken it "all" up my ass. I leaned forward and fondled it-my lovestick. Brooks was my lover-the love of my life! I felt for the first time such intense passion that it burnt a hole in my heart. Brooks moved off the bed silently and got a towel from the bathroom. He wiped himself off, cleaning his cock and balls with great care. He tossed it over to me and I did the best I could to the aching parts of body. My cock was sore, as was my asshole too. "Well at least you are a good fuck Manny!" What a crude characterization of the wonderful experience that we just had-the fuckface! Brooks came and sat on the edge of the bed and seemed to contemplate my naked body lying there. "Have you ever been fucked before Steve?" 'Fucking hell no!' I thought but demurely murmured: "No, this was the first." "What about you Brooks?" "I've never fucked, but I have jerked-off with a friend." "What's his name?" "I...you don't know him, and I can't tell you his name." "Brooks, how is it like, like...with girls? Is it the same? I mean...do you feel the same?" "Manny, did I ever tell you that I've fucked a girl? Quite honestly, your hole is the first one that I've put my cock up...how about you Manny? What about the hot chick the guys have been ribbing you about?" "I've never fucked anyone or jerked around with anyone. This is the first! But the stories of college and all that fucking and...?" "For you and the other guys...no one knows any better...don't tell anyone please?" He leant over and kissed me on the lips. I held his head down and prised open his lips with my tongue and forced it between his teeth down to the back of his throat. I caught his shoulders and yanked him down on top of me. I tongue-fucked his mouth and ground my lips into his. He dragged himself off and looked me dead in the eyes. "You really dig this, don't you?" I grabbed at him again, and he fell on top of me. I whispered hoarsely: "Brooks I love you, I really do!" My cock was beginning to harden again. The now familiar tautness was enveloping my balls. I darted my hand down between Brooks' legs and was not surprised to find his just cleaned cock throbbing in my grip. I wriggled out from under him and tried to turn him on his stomach. I was very clear in my mind what I wanted to do. "I'm going to fuck you now." "No! Only girls get fucked." "Oh please Brooks, just this one time; I can't hold out." "No! I've never done it and I don't want to." "Oh please, just this once?" He looked at me with those baby-blue eyes of his. Did I detect a glance of malevolence? He continued to stare at me. His eyes glazed and the hoods drooped. He slowly turned over and lay on his stomach. There before me was Adonis in all his naked glory. He had broad shoulders, which tapered down to a twenty-eight inch waist. His ass was in contrast to the rest of his sun-tanned body-two white semi-orbs, taut in anticipation. Below were his firmly muscled legs covered with a light blonde down. I parted these legs and positioned myself between them. Brooks was silent. I bent over and kissed his ass-cheeks and gradually tongued them over. My roving tongue found the crack between his cheeks and darted forward. I thumbed apart his ass and tried to slide my tongue into his puckered hole. I smelt the musky odor of his maleness and it only heightened my sensuousness. He had a few hairs ringing his rosette and I dug my face in to nibble at them. There was audible moan from Brooks as heightened his ass muscles as I invaded his privacy. I pushed my hands below his stomach and played around with his cock and balls. I moved his cock up and down and lightly squeezed and fingered his balls. I felt the sticky wetness of his precum as I moved my busy tongue in and out of his asshole. Brooks lifted his hips in a desire to take as much of my tongue as he could up his hot ass. I got up and stared at his ass. A citadel which seemed almost unassailable a few moments ago. Strands of my precum were over his ass and I gathered these and rubbed them lightly over my cockhead. I spread his ass cheeks once again and leant forward, my cock aimed true at his waiting asshole. He tried to clench his hole shut but my insistent cock continued its assault undaunted, as I let my body fall forward on his back. I lunged for my fair share of heaven. "Omigod it's in!" I thought. He gasped, as my cock slid up his tongue-lubricated ass. I snaked my arms under his armpits and over his shoulders and dragged my face to the back of his head. I buried my face in his blonde hair, as I plunged into the depths of his ass to satisfy my lusty desires. His ass muscles clung to my cock as I started stroking in and out. I was gentle at first but I increased the tempo as my balls began to feel as though they were about to explode. I wanted to prolong this fuck-my first, my virgin fuck. I slowed down and teased his ass with small in and out movements. I savored the elastic of his puckered hole with my cock as I tried to pleasure this body below which belonged to me for the moment in all its entirety. This forbidden valley of pleasure was raising my lust to heights, which I didn't want to abandon. I slipped my hands down to the pliable ass and stretched the cheeks as far apart as I could. I rammed down with all I possessed to plumb the very depths of his fuckhole. My assault had only just begun. Brooks thrust his hips up to meet my demanding cock. His ass muscles were getting a real workout as they twisted churned, trying to milk the very essence out of my cock. My cum had started bubbling like hot lava deep inside my core and was about erupt from the tip of my cock like hot lava cascading down a hillside from the mouth of a volcano. I pounded his ass mercilessly. I wanted to fuck him so the head of my cock would be forced out of his mouth! And then it happened. Wave after wave of passion engulfed me. My balls exploded and I spumed copious amounts of cum in Brooks' ass. I was covered with sweat that flowed like rivulets off Brooks' back. I gasped unable to breathe as my boiling essence churned into the waiting depths of Brooks' ass. My body trembled, my legs quivered. I thought I was going to die! I finally collapsed onto his back. Our bodies were slick with sweat. We were both panting from our exertions, and I was ecstatic that my lust had been finally sated. Brooks eventually got out from under me. My head lay on it side and he gently caressed it. He bent across and kissed me lightly on the lips. I lay unmoving contemplating the enormity of the situation. My lover was looking at with those baby-blue eyes, and the tenderness in them was now evident. I really loved him then and swore to love him forever. The summer passed too quickly for my liking. Brooks and I were extremely circumspect with each other in front of the other guys. All the more fun as the surreptitiousness of our repeated sex only heightened the excitement of our liaisons. None suspected that two "normal" looking guys were having a desperate "go at it" all summer long. My job at night did hamper our activities, but more often than not when I was alone on the shift, I would sneak into the restroom and have a jack off thinking of Brooks and I together. I had a choice of colleges to make. My Dad was keen that I go to his alma mater close by. I had good grades and a good score on the test. However, my parents were not in the least surprised when I chose the same college as Brooks went to. Our majors were different but we had some basic courses together. I finally got to college with Brooks to guide me. Our summer dalliance had now matured into a mutual adoration, but we were careful to keep it from the world. I think that the confidence that we had developed having each other also made it easier accepting what we were and bolder in our forays into the uncharted world of the kind of love we shared. I planned to join the same fraternity as Brooks, but an incident occurred which placed our relationship in jeopardy...but that again, is another story. If you have any comments after reading this story do write to me at: marionette@mailcity.com