Part XXXII
The elevator in the Chicago high-rise hotel did what I dare say it never had done before and never will do again: Deliver three bare-chested, horny men in the sexual primes of their late teens to a honeymoon suite stocked with champagne, plush robes, and waiting whirlpool.
I took position in the back where I could scan the naked V's of the identical twins standing in front of me. I wanted their dicks. Both of them. I wanted their balls. All four of them. But I wanted more than that. I wanted their bodies. And importantly, I wanted their minds and their souls, or at least Jay's.
I about creamed my shorts as I peered at the back of the brown head of Jay, the shy jock whose struggle with sexuality had become, quite honestly, a major turn-on. His brother was no jock but was so comfortable in his skin -- upfront, witty, and, according to even his own father, gay. Yet from the back, the identical twins were identical. Their swimming suits met their waists at exactly the same place. The light patterns of hair on the backs of their legs were the same. Each even stood with his left hand on his waist as the elevator ticked upward toward the suite that awaited.
I was breathing slowly and deliberately, trying to contain my emotions at the thought of possibly experiencing not just one but two identical twin 18-year-olds in the most intimate ways imaginable. Jay's dad, remarkably, had endorsed, even encouraged, the sexual play I was prepared to initiate. This would not be spying on Jay in the shower, or watching him in the doctor's office, or feeling him up in the dark. No, no, no. This would be playtime under the ballpark lights, in private, just the -- um -- three of us.
I cupped my crotch as I felt my mouth fill with saliva at the thought of doing whatever I had to do to feel, see, hear, taste, and otherwise experience two toned, tanned, and horny young men who were, essentially, a genetic match.
As we got off the elevator, Jay and Justin turned 90 degrees in a way that let me get a glimpse of the condition of their crotches. There was little doubt that Justin was sporting wood, and a lot of it, and was proud of the fact. I could not tell about Jay, whose nervousness and strategically placed towel only made me hornier. I knew I was hard as a rock, and as Jay fiddled with the door I pressed my dick into Justin's buttock to let him know that fact. When Jay's twin reached back and squeezed my thigh, there was no doubt in my that this was going to happen -- with Justin, at least.
Jay went in first and true to form put the TV on Sports Center and laid bare-backed on his tummy. I sat next to the shortstop and noticed he was trembling slightly. I was about to touch his shoulder reassuringly when I saw a champagne cork fly over my head and hit the king-size-bed's mirrored headboard. The symbolism was not lost on me as Justin scrambled to contain the contents of the ejaculating bottle with his mouth. The more assertive of the twins drank perhaps a third of the bubbly before handing the rest to me. I took my third and told Jay the rest was his. He took a long swig and then put the bottle on the floor and continued to watch TV.
I wanted Jay, and BAD! But he seemed not to be playing ball, not in front of his brother at least. So my champagne-induced animal instincts took over, and I knew I needed something, someone, and Jay's genetic match was without a doubt the the next best thing.
I wasted little time getting into my boxers, and Justin wasted no time getting naked and into the whirlpool. Jay seemed not to notice as I walked to the water and stood before Justin in just my underwear. I could see the 18-year-old's penis floating toward the surface, and when I stood in a position that blocked Jay's view from his brother, Justin stood so the water was below his knees, stretched his arms above his head, and treated me to visual confirmation as to his state of arousal. Justin was harder than before and his penis parallel to the water, close to seven inches, and -- surprise! -- curving slight to the right. In that way he was different than his twin, but his body was just as taut, just as delicious when wet.
I did little to hide the fact that I was extremely aroused at the sight of water dripping from Justin's abs into his hairless groin. Still, it was at that moment when I realized that I liked public hair, my own as well as Jay's. As I watched the naked twin show off his body, I wished Justin had some pubes for me to explore, to ultimately feel against my torso, chin, and tongue. But looking back on it, the fact that Justin was not 100 percent perfect made my anticipation of the still-clothed specimen of perfection trembling behind me all the more arousing.
I proceeded to do what Justin had done to me earlier in the evening: tease him with my boxers. I was tenting straight out and found no reason to hide it. I cupped my erection through the cotton underwear and moved the elastic down to reveal my curly pubes and then moved my hands to the sides of my shorts and started pulling down, purposefully letting the garment get caught on my five-and-a-half inches that wanted to be free. Down, down, down I went. I watched Justin's eyes look at my dick with anticipation, and finally, thwap!, my erection slapped against my tummy as the boxers were about halfway to me knees.
I heard Justin sigh over the whirr of the whirlpool jets as I disrobed the rest of the way and then stepped into the whirlpool in a way that allowed Jay to see more than a hint of my balls if he wanted to. Within five seconds Justin had his naked foot on my shin. He motioned for me to come sit next to him, and I did. Jay's look-alike went right for my dick and held it firmly and confidently with his left hand as I yearned for Jay, across the room, still on his tummy, still struggling with coming to grips with who he was.
I stayed fixated on Jay and fantasized that Justin was Jay as the gay 18-year-old twin cupped my balls in the warmth of the water. He explored with aggression and experience and let his wrist tease my hard-on as he squeezed my inner right thigh. There was no question that I had license to do the same to him. My hand hit Justin perhaps right around his belly button, and I rapidly repositioned it toward his groin and then felt his hot erection under the bubbling bath water. It was just like the seven inches I had felt on Jay for the first time the previous evening as I jacked him to completion in the hotel room as his dad and brother laid feet away.
I squeezed Justin's dick hard and let my index finger explore his pee slit and then felt the length of his erection as the organ took its place on the underside of my forearm while I cupped the 18-year-old's hairless balls. I relished their feel and about blew my load as Jay looked my way and I realized he had a pair of testicles just like the ones in my hand.
And then, I took a big risk. I let the index finger of my right hand go lower, between Justin's butt crack, to where I thought an anus would be. He looked at me with half surprise, half delight, and an "Oh yeah!" I got perhaps an inch of my finger into the 18-year-old's butt before rising to initiate what I had to to do next -- if not with Jay, here and now, then with his identical twin brother.
But then, remarkably, finally, Jay rose from the bed and began crossing to the whirlpool. Maybe he felt horny or left out, or maybe slightly tipsy from champagne. Regardless, my heart fluttered as I salivated over the softish lump that stuck out on the left side of his otherwise dry swimming suit. But I got a hint that it was not just champagne talking when I saw a precum stain seven inches north northwest of the base of his crotch.
"Well, well, well." That was Justin talking. "Somebody isn't exactly all dry."
Jay responded with a look of puzzlement.
"Your shorts, Jay-Jay. You're leaking."
Jay looked down and cupped his crotch with embarrassment.
"Get crooked, straight boy. Stu here is much more fun than a polish sausage in your room, Jay-Jay. I assure you. And just as hot. No microwave required."
Jay told his brother that he should fuck himself as he adjusted his crotch and started to climb into the water wearing his suit.
"Oh for God's sake, Jay, lose the shorts."
Jay ignored his brother but did not ignore me. I knew Jay's weakness. Hard dicks. My dick was hard. I stood out of the water and let Jay watch the droplets drip from the tip of my cock.
Silently, slowly, Jay slid the suit toward his knees. I focused on the ballplayer's face, both to see his reaction and to tease myself by purposefully denying my eyes what they wanted to see: Jay's dick.
As Jay bent over to fish the suit over his feet, I waited for the shortstop to stand back up straight so I could scan his entire naked front. I began with his pecs, toned and still tanned from a summer in the Iowa sun. His biceps were sizable but not massive, strong enough to hit a double to the fence but sleek enough to quickly turn a double play. His abs were tight, and his 18-year-old metabolism had robbed him of any noticeable fat. After seeing Justin's bare crotch, pubic hair never looked so good. My friend's dick was probably close to six inches, neither soft nor hard. It a mixture of the two. In an in-between stage. Neither A nor B. Just like me. And, it seemed, just like Jay.
Jay's genitals jiggled as he placed one foot and then two into the steamy bath. As the shortstop crossed to sit next to his brother, Jay was definitely looking at my erection but then winced at the feel of the hot bath. I moved to where I had been before, to let the twins sit next to each other. Their eyes, their ears, their noses, their mouths, their shoulders -- identical.
Seconds later, I felt toes on the underside of my saggy scrotum. Justin knew how to press not just my buttons but my balls. The gay teen rose from the water and sat on the edge and basically ordered his twin to do the same. I did everything I could do to keep from cumming at the sight of two toned 18-year-old twins, naked, on the edge of a steamy whirlpool, their abdomens rising and falling in almost the same rhythm, their four testicles drooping onto the ledge of the bath after being lifted from the hot confines of the water. Justin's penis throbbed to the right with each beat of his heart. Jay's was snaking toward the left but not yet quite hard.
I rose again and grinned at the vertical smile of my pee slit pointing right toward my face. I took a step toward the twins as if to say "who wants me?" Justin stood, stepped toward me, placed his mouth on my neck, and made tingles go throughout my body. I was as scared as I was stunned as Justin bit my neck harder than I had expected and then put his left hand lightly on the back of my neck. As the gay twin slid his hand down my back, he moved his crotch into mine, causing the midpoint of his erection to press into my navel. Justin rocked his hips lightly into my frame, put both palms on my back, closed his eyes, bent over slightly, and put his mouth to mine.
What I remember is being surprised at how much it was like kissing a girl. Justin's tongue did some exploring, and after getting over the initial shock I just did to him what I had done with girls. I rocked my hips into the gay twin as I slid my hands from his back to his ass and learned that sex, really, was sex.
Then Justin's mouth went from my mouth to my pecs. He was struggling to taste me from that angle, so I made it easier by sitting on the edge of the bath and leaning back so the twin could get access to what he needed to experience.
I wanted to jack my dick as Jay's twin brother kissed, licked, and sucked my chest, but I knew that if I kept my hands off of myself, the experience would be all the more amazing once Justin put his hands, lips, or tongue on my hard-on.
I was wrong. Justin put neither his hands nor his his lips nor his tongue on my throbbing erection. What he did I will never forget as long as I live. He opened his mouth wide, encircled my five and a half inches, and gave me a real blowjob -- an honest-to-God blowjob -- with just his hot breath. No tongue, no lips, no teeth. Just breath. The sensation was too much to bear. After perhaps 30 seconds of this, I grabbed the back of his head hard and pressed the tip of my penis into the back of his throat.
And then we were off and running. Justin bit my erectile tissue just hard enough to let me know who was boss, and I bucked my hips into the 18-year-old's warm mouth as I closed my eyes imagining it was Jay.
And then, after about a minute, Justin peeled his mouth from me and sat next to his brother who I was not at all surprised to see was completely erect. I worked hard to control myself as I relished one of the most memorable sights of my life: the 18-year-old brown-eyed twins, side by side, on the side of the whirlpool, each hard with seven inches, each with hot balls dripping onto the ledge of the whirlpool, one with a seven-inch dick pointing to the left, the other with a seven-inch dick pointing to the right.
Jay began jacking himself softly as I crossed and stood right between the twin brothers. This time, I took a step toward Jay. The ballplayer rose, slightly trembling, and I looked into his brown eyes as if to say, Jay, it's time. We have to do this. Enough fucking around.
The shortstop closed his eyes in anticipation of what he must've known was coming. I placed my lips to the shortstop's, took a step into his body, and groaned upon feeling the shaft of his erection slide against my side. I moved my hands to the shoulder blades that I had been told could turn a double play with lightning fast speed, and then relished one of the biggest surprises of my life.
The tongue was Jay's! Within seconds, we were in a passionate embrace of the likes I have never felt before. The athlete who I had been lusting after for weeks touched me first on my lower back and let his hands move quickly to my ass, which he caressed as I began grinding my erection into his groin. I spread my legs in case he wanted to explore. He did, and I have no idea how I kept from creaming into his abs at the moment pressed his middle finger into my asshole.
But I did, and I needed to keep it going, without cumming. Not yet. Jay's mouth tasted amazing, but I had to taste him elsewhere. NOW! I took my lips from the ballplayer's and teased his nipples a little with my tongue before sliding it toward his crotch. His six-pack made for a bumpy ride. I relished the feel and taste of a young man's washboard that smelled like ballpark sweat and hotel sauna as I went lower and lower and lower.
I tugged with my teeth at the ballplayer's light treasure trail as I made my way toward where I needed to go. For some odd reason, I needed to taste his pubic hair first. As I pulled at the curls with my teeth, I felt the shortstop's seven-inch erection snake along the side of my cheek. For the first time, I not only felt what a tongue on a hairy crotch felt like, but also what it smelled like and even sounded like. I remember the light crinkly sound as I let my tongue go toward Jay's droopy scrotum and breathed in his scent of sauna and day-at-the-ballpark musk.
I held Jay's erection lightly in my hand as I bounced his balls on my tongue, first individually then collectively, before getting in a position where I could watch his upper body as I started my trip from the bottom of his scrotum to the tip of his erection. Jay sensed I was looking at him, and his brown eyes met mine as I pressed my tongue hard into the space between his dangly balls. He closed his eyes in utter bliss as I pressed my face hard into his crotch and spent several seconds at the base of his cock.
"Oh my God. Stu! I can't believe we're -- Yessss! FUUUUUCK!"
I glanced to my right and saw Justin jacking himself softly as he watched his twin brother on the verge of getting his first guy-on-guy blowjob of their 18-year-old lives. The bottom two inches of Jay's throbbing erection were salty and warm. The organ seemed to get hotter as I went higher, until I reached the place where his foreskin had been cut away more than 18 years earlier. All the lights were on, and under the soft glow, I relished the sight of Jay's purple penis head for several seconds, up close, perhaps three inches from my eyes. Precum was starting to drip, and that's where I went first, to lick away the beginnings of the proof of male arousal.
"FUCK-INNN-AYYYY!"
I smooched the tip two or three times and then could not stand it anymore. Finally, I did it. I put the tip of the shortstop's penis into my mouth for the very first time, and held it there for a couple seconds as I made my eyes meet his one last time, one last time to make sure this was OK.
Jay's reaction was to close his eyes, hold his lips tight, and push my head onto his erection. His reaction came as a bit of a surprise, and I think I hurt him a little by failing to get my teeth out of the way in time, but it was his fault as much as mine. Jay yelped like a puppy as I opened my mouth as wide as it would go as the 18-year-old sat on the edge of the whirlpool in a stage of sexual bliss. I massaged the shortstop's abs and relished the amazing taste of sweat and sauna.
I used my tongue as much as I could, as Rudolf had taught me to do. But Jay was much larger than Rudolf, and extremely sexier, and was a little scared, whimpering almost like a wounded animal, so I needed to take care, to do it right. Plus, unlike Rudolf, Jay was my friend. Maybe my best friend. I was getting great pleasure giving pleasure to my ballplaying buddy, and at that moment, with Jay's dick in my mouth, my image of sex changed. It was, most definitely, important to be friends first, whether it was a guy or a girl. Best friends, even better! Fuuuuck, it was AMAZING!
But since I knew a lot about Jay, I knew how he was after he came. He told me as much in the sauna the previous evening, how after he came his feelings for dicks and guys supposedly changed. So I had to do what I had to do. I lifted my mouth from the athlete's crotch and climbed from the bath. I heard a "Stu where are you going?" as I spread myself out on a 45-degree angle on the honeymoon bed. Justin chuckled as his brother expressed frustration of being left behind, but thankfully our one-man audience moved things along with a "go get him, dork" and a slap to the shortstop's bare ass.
My head was at the foot of the honeymoon bed where I could watch myself masturbate lightly in the reflection of the headboard mirror as I awaited Jay's inevitable arrival. I spread my legs wide and hoped I looked good. Within seconds the shortstop was in front of me, on his knees. He hadn't bothered to dry off, and water dripped from the athlete's droopy scrotum as he started jacking his beautiful seven-inch cock. It was utterly amazing, having the naked student-athlete masturbate in front of me on the hotel bed. He watched me do the same, and I would not have minded having his semen coat my chest, but his more-experienced twin brother reminded us both what this was about.
"Jay-Jay, man, it's Stu! Your buddy. Make ... him ... feel ... good ... JAY!"
I felt my semen really start to build as Jay laid flat on his tummy and touched my erection outside the bed covers for the very first time. Jay grinned as he jacked my penis' underside perhaps a half-dozen times before exploring my balls and giggling through his nose.
"What's so funny?"
"I dunno. I was just thinking maybe you should turn your head and cough."
I grunted out a couple half-hearted coughs that turned into laughs and was glad jay had found a way to break the ice.
Jay's lips were smiling at the moment they touched my penis for the first time. So were mine. The sight of having the brown-headed ballplayer's face on my crotch was almost beyond words. I wanted to feel the pleasure, but I also wanted Jay to enjoy giving me pleasure. I caressed my young friend's hair as he did what he had never done before: put another male's penis in his mouth.
I groaned with extreme sexual and emotional pleasure as I leaned back and relished the feel of an 18-year-old shortstop essentially at Little League batting practice -- learning the way of giving another guy oral sex. Justin, for his part, was in the stands, literally applauding, the little dork. His twin brother sucked more than licked at first, but then Jay must've realized that I would want what he would want, and at that point the shortstop started using his tongue as if he was a veteran.
For perhaps the first 20 seconds of oral sex, Jay took just about three of my five and half inches into his mouth. After that, he realized it was safe, and he wasn't going to choke, and he got in a position where he could accommodate my entire erection into his throat.
At first, I bucked my hips pretty carefully for fear of hurting my friend. But as we got into position, I moved myself with more aggression, even recklessly, as the shortstop moved his throat to keep up with my rhythm. I touched Jay only in his mouth, and he touched me only on my penis. The feeling was utterly amazing as I plowed into the friendly but sometimes pained and complex face that I had seen smile, laugh, be embarrassed, and be be enraged, sometimes all in the space of a few minutes. I put my hands behind my head and fucked the shortstop's mouth with almost reckless abandon. Then he put his hands on either side of my abs to steady me as I was starting to get out of control.
I grunted like an animal with each violent thrust into the 18-year-old's face. The semen was building like it never had before, and I knew the load was going to be immense. I held off as long as I could, and when I felt I was close to doing what was inevitable at that point, I pressed against the spot under my balls where I knew I could prevent ejaculation. But of course the trick only works to keep the cum from coming out. It doesn't keep the pump from pumping. I knew I was seconds away, and I wanted to give my friend fair warning.
"Jay ... I'm."
I held it in, with every muscle of my 19-year-old body. But Jay just slowed the blowjob so my dick spent more time at the back of his throat than on his tongue.
"Jay, man, FUCK, I mean I'm --"
Jay looked at me with his brown eyes, blinked twice, and nodded his head as I removed my fingers from under my scrotum.
"Jay, there's gonna be a lot --"
Jay closed his eyes.
"HERE ... I ... OH ... MY ... GODDDD!"
Then Jay's eyes got wide as I blasted easily the most intense cumshot of my life into the back of the shortstop's throat. Clearly he wanted to have this experience, to know what it felt like, what it tasted like, what I tasted like. But I'm not sure he understood to what degree the semen had built up in me. With one blast of my dick, an almost overwhelming amount of jizz filled the young man's mouth. As I blasted again and again, the sexy athlete collapsed his lips around my hard-on and seemed to be trying hard to keep every drop in his mouth. Upon realizing Jay wasn't going to let me come on my tummy, I held his brown hair tight and pushed his face into my crotch even more.
"FUCK ... I ... CAN'T BELIEVE ... YOU"RE ... I'M ..."
I probably ejaculated eight or nine more times before Jay started to remove his mouth from my penis, which was gleaming under the honeymoon suite's lights as a couple of globs of white semen stuck to it. The rest was in Jay, who was back up on his knees and seemed to be wondering whether to spit it out or not. Justin saw what was happening and told his brother to "not be a girl" and "just swallow." Jay held his lips tight and closed his eyes as he let probably a couple ounces of my semen go into his stomach.
When he licked his lips, I knew it was gone. Jay took a deep breath and started palming his penis back into a full erection. I thought about asking him to come on me. It had been a fantasy for years, to have a jock like Jay blow his seed all over me under the glare of bright lights. And to have Jay do it would have been remarkably hot. But since Jay had swallowed and not spit, it was only fair that ...
"Jay?"
"Huh?"
"I'll take care of that. Lay back."
Jay reclined at a 45-degree angle on the bed, with his head resting against the mirrored headboard. I watched the student-athlete's half-hard penis and testicles dangle and bounce as if positioning himself for the intrusive poking of Dr. Fitzgerald during his sports physical. I felt his left ball first, as she might have done, and relished the way it was soft and yet firm at the same time.
"OK, cough."
Jay tried but laughed.
"And again, on the right."
"That tickles!"
"And let's see here. All right, it looks like you're good and healthy here young man, judging from this here."
I was examining Jay's penis, now pretty much fully hard, and marveled at how a mere tube of blood and skin where pee comes out perhaps six times a day and semen comes out once or twice a day if you're lucky was anything but dirty but instead was fascinating, so masculine, so arousing, so marvelous, particularly in the light, particularly when it was Jay's.
And then I resumed giving oral sex to the baseball player. I started out flat on my tummy and rubbed my crotch into the bed spread upon realizing the mirror gave me a pretty extraordinary view of the blowjob. But Jay's erection was large, and very erect, and I was having trouble getting it into my mouth from that angle. So I got up on my knees as if preparing myself for Dr. Fitzgerald's rectal exam and then curled my head so I could approach Jay's erection from an angle that might have been a little uncomfortable for me, but much more comfortable for Jay.
Having me in that position was precisely what the doctor had ordered. Jay made sexual sounds from the depths of his gut as he plowed his penis into my throat with aggression and force. I wanted him to be aggressive, to use force, to feel extreme pleasure in his penis that was in the hot confines of my mouth. I kept my teeth pretty much out of the way but bit him a time or two to let him know that with pain can come pleasure. The experience only seemed to feed the athlete's sexual energy, and he seemed to be on the verge of cumming when ...
Cold. Wet. Behind me. In my butt! Familiar, but not.
Startled and scared, I looked between my legs and past my flaccid three-and-a-half inches and saw a seven-inch erection encased in condom dangling behind me. Its owner was spreading lube in my ass, a lot of it. And then, he moved his hands to start playing with my spent dick.
"Stu?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna try this?"
I wasn't sure, but I told Justin I did, and within seconds I felt latex at the opening of my most private of openings. But this was no latex glove, and inside the latex was no lady doctor's little finger. This was the full and above-average-sized erection of a gay 18-year-old who had done this before -- with a teammate of Jay's who was now a star at fucking University of Iowa. And Justin was about to do this to little old me!
I put my chin into Jay's abs as his brother inserted perhaps the first two inches of his hard-on into my virgin asshole. I winced in pain, and Jay knew I was hurting, but also could tell I had to have this -- had to try this -- for my own sexual good. The shortstop caressed my curly hair as his identical twin brother inserted another inch, another inch, and another inch into my backside. I whimpered at the feeling of being so full. Looking back on it, it was a cry more of surprise than of pain, though it most definitely hurt. But Justin knew what he was doing, knew this was my first time, and once he was inside me he didn't plow me as hard as he could have. He moved his hips around more than anything else, giving me a feel of what it was like to have a dick up one's ass.
"You're hot, Stu."
"Uh. Owww! Oh my God. Uh. Uh. Uh. Mmpf."
"Fuckin' hot."
"God. Yes. Ouch. Fuck. Yeah. Ow. Yes."
Justin fucked me for probably just two minutes as Jay caressed my hair and upper back. I knew what was coming when Justin pressed himself tight against my ass and went deeper than he had before. The gay twin cupped my pecs as he blasted semen into the condom that was in my rectum. With each shot, Justin gave off an experienced grunt, from a young man who had done this before, and would do it again, for years and in fact decades to come.
A couple tears dripped from my eyes onto Jay's pecs. He wiped away a couple more from my eyes as his brother slid his encased penis from my backside. I cried a little -- more from surprise and relief than from pain. Still, I have to admit, it hurt.
Jay looked concerned. "You OK, Stu?"
"Yeah."
"If he hurt you, I can kick his ass."
"I'm, um, fine."
"We don't have to finish this if you're not, um --"
I cut Jay off right there and answered with my mouth -- but with actions not words. Jay had gone pretty much soft during the time his twin brother was fucking me, but with an 18-year-old's speed he was back to a full erection within 30 seconds. He got up on his elbows to watch and enjoy the show. Jay smiled upon seeing that I was entirely OK, that my tears were gone, and that in fact I was thoroughly enjoying bringing him joy.
But Jay also was an animal, a sexual animal, and among the three of us he was the only one who hadn't had an orgasm yet. We all knew what had to happen. The shortstop bucked his hips into my face and got more and more aggressive until he was pounding into me with athletic force. But I could do it, I could take it, because I already had learned to position my throat in a way so I could accommodate the 18-year-old's athletic thrusts.
"FUCK-IN-AYYY, STU!"
Jay kept thrusting, and I kept taking it.
"THIS IS FUCKING AMAZ-ING!"
I knew Jay well enough to know he was perhaps 30 seconds away, 30 seconds from doing what he had never done before. In the time remaining, I got another full erection as I thought about the amazing three weeks we had experienced. Me lusting over the lump of Jay's crotch in his high school graduation picture, then meeting him and his dad, Barry, for the first time. Promising Barry I'd get his forgetful student-athlete son to a sports physical ASAP, and then actually watching Dr. Fitzgerald give Jay his intrusive exam and then having the shortstop watch mine. Hearing Jay's confession of hiding in the closet to watch his big-dicked roommate Ezekiel masturbate, and then helping the shortstop face the fact that he had a thing for dicks even as he told me the story of getting a handjob from his girlfriend while in his baseball uniform. Watching him buy and view gay porn at the porn palace. Jacking him off the previous night and then having his father actually encourage us to go further.
In that room, in that honeymoon suite, on that night, Jay and I were most certainly going further. Speaking of further, had Jay come outside my mouth, I know his semen would have gone further than it ever had before. There is little question that had I removed his penis from my mouth and held it as it ejaculated, the mirrored headboard behind the ballplayer's brown hair would have been a mess. But Jay did not come outside my mouth. I did not let him. My friend gave me fair warnings, but I didn't care. The semen was not just that of a sexy 18-year-old shortstop over whom I had lusted for weeks, semen that built up in the young man's crotch regardless of whether he was wearing tight baseball pants, 501s, swim trunks, or nothing at all. The semen was that of my friend. Perhaps my best friend.
Jay dug his fingernails into my neck as he landed the first of probably a dozen cumshots into my mouth. I relished the feel and taste of shortstop semen. It was utterly amazing, and beyond arousing, and I jacked myself as the student-athlete ejaculated into me with unbelievable force. I swallowed about half and tucked the rest on the back of my tongue. It was easy to do, given its thick consistency. Then I lifted my face from the ballplayer's crotch and masturbated out of myself a few small, wet cumshots onto the shortstop's toned belly. Jay sighed as he rubbed my watery cum into his skin, and then I bent over the shortstop and put my mouth in front of his.
Jay giggled through his nose upon tasting what was there, upon realizing how kinky it was to have your cum put back into your mouth after your friend has just sucked you off. I laughed too and tickled the roof of Jay's mouth with my tongue. Jay squeezed my upper body hard and pressed his pubic hair into mine.
At that moment, there was no doubt that a best-friend fantasy had come true. And there would be, quite remarkably, more fantasies fulfilled.
