Gay boys packed Rick and Richard’s apartment, creating a challenge moving through the crowd. I recognized only a few faces.
“I hear you’re the birthday boy,” a cute teen with braces said.
“I am. Where’s my birthday surprise?” I asked.
“Why don’t you follow me, and I’ll give it to you?” He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.
“I wonder what’s in the bathroom.”
He kissed me with his big wet lips and rubbed my groin.
“I think the birthday boy needs to be pleased on his birthday. Don’t you?” he said.
“Of course. How will you make me happy?”
“Why don’t you unbutton, and I’ll show you what my mouth can do?” I pushed my trousers and underwear to my knees, and my cock stood semi-hard. “That’s a nice package,” he kneeled and sucked my head. I enjoyed his technique; he twirled his palm on my shaft, and his delicate tongue massaged my tip. I closed my eyes and permitted myself to cum. “Your cum is warm and sweet. Naughty boy. You didn’t tell me you were cumming.”
“I wanted you tasting it. Guys always like my cum.”
“I didn’t just taste it. I swallowed all of it,” the teen grinned.
“Good boy.”
“Happy birthday,” he gazed into my eyes.
“Thanks. Let’s get back to the party.”
I mingled and chatted with Roger when not disappearing with someone.
By midnight nine of us remained, including a good-looking nineteen-year-old “straight” boy named Elton, with short, light-brown curly hair and pale skin.
Richard opened his fly, and his soft cock hung out. “Come on, guys, we should all pull our cocks out, even you, Elton,” he said.
I released my semi-hard dick, “Here you go, guys, I’m game, but you all do it too.”
“Is this what you guys want to see?” Elton asked and dropped his underwear.
“See, guys, that’s what I call committing,” Rick said, and his fat cut cock poked through his zipper.
Richard reached for Elton’s dick, and Elton slapped his hand.
“No! You can look but not touch,” Elton said.
“Why don’t you strip for us?” Richard asked Elton.
“You’re already halfway there,” Rick added.
“Okay, okay. I’ll do a show. But there’s one rule. You can look, but not touch,” Elton said.
Rick and Richard said together, “No problem.”
Elton stripped, and Richard played Joe Cocker’s, _You Can Leave Your Hat On_. Elton placed a cowboy hat on his head, gyrated his hips, and swung his cock back and forth; more of a naked dance than a strip show.
“Show us your hole,” Rick said.
Elton bent and flashed his pink virgin rosebud. I admired the tiny waft of light-brown hair around his sphincter.
Richard stroked his stiff cock, “Come on, Elton. Jerk that cock. We wanna see it hard.”
Elton’s thick five-and-a-half-inch cut dick grew without touching and sported an oversized pale blue mushroom head.
I winked at Elton, “Where’s my birthday present?”
He waltzed toward me, grinning, and rubbed my crotch, which created a commotion in the room.
Rick tapped Elton’s ass and received a deserved slap.
“Look, do not touch,” Elton said.
I reached for Elton’s hard cock, and he nudged my hand and grinned.
“That includes you, birthday boy.”
Elton continued shaking his dick and swung his balls back and forth like a pendulum, enjoying being the center of attention.
Richard, holding his hard cock, walked behind me and pinched my ass.
I slapped his hand, “No, you can’t have it.”
As the song ended, and with the room silent, “I’ve already had it,” Richard said.
Seven gay guys stared at me, and I wished to turn invisible.
I glared at Richard, “You wish, bitch. With your baby-cock?” He sneered and hid on the sofa.
His friends called him Pizza Face. Announcing to the room, he fucked my ass enraged me, but I pretended Richard spoke in jest. I needed others to believe I possessed standards. Sure, Rick knew the truth, but his opinion worthless to me.
“I want to talk to you,” one of the teen boys said.
“Yeah, what’s it?”
“Be careful with Richard. He offers guys massages and tries to fuck them.”
“That’s very interesting. Thank you for warning me. I hope Richard didn’t try with you.”
“I’m just saying. Be careful.”
“Thanks. Good night, everybody. Thank you for a wonderful evening.” I hugged each guy goodbye, except for Richard.
“What’s the matter?” Rick asked.
“Nothing. Nothing. Why would it be?” I kissed him on the cheek and left.
I never visited Rick or Richard after that evening and cut Richard from my life.
Weeks later, out shopping, I met Elton and shared my business card, inviting him to call. He called that evening wanting to visit.
I struggled to read Elton’s hot and then cold demeanor. I never expected him to accept my offer, and so soon.
Pouring with rain, he arrived drenched, carrying no umbrella, and wore the same t-shirt and shorts from earlier.
“Come in, come in. My god, you are soaked. Your nipples are hard, and I can see the shape of your cock,” I said.
Elton smirked, “It started raining when I left. It rained the entire way over and stopped outside your building. Sorry to be a pain, but can you dry my clothes for me?”
“No problem. Follow me, and I’ll hang them on the drier. If this were my mother’s house, I’d pop them **in** the drier. In my house, clothes drip-dry.”
Elton laughed, “My mother still dries on a washing line.”
“My mom wouldn’t be caught dead with her unmentionables hanging for the world to see.”
Elton stripped, and I pegged his clothes on a small washing line over my bath.
“I’m really grateful you are doing this for me. I feel like a terrible guest.”
“It’s not a problem. It’s not your fault. I’m enjoying the view, but you’re welcome to wrap if it makes you more comfortable.”
“I’m fine as long as my nakedness doesn’t bother you.”
“Not at all.”
He smirked, “I usually walk around in my underwear at home.”
“I’m usually naked. I only dressed because you were coming over.”
Elton stared with lust in his eyes. “It wouldn’t bother me if you were naked.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I stripped and dropped my clothes in the basket. With no plans for Elton, I expected an evening of discovery.
“That was quick,” he smirked, “you have an amazing body.”
“Thank you,” and in a moment of campiness, ballerina twirled, drawing his focus to my bubble-butt and shoulders.
“I like the muscles in your back. Do you work out?”
“When I have the time.”
“I wish I had a chest like yours.”
“Hit the gym, and you’ll have one in no time.”
Facing me, Elton produced a fat stream from his oversized peehole. I never saw the spectacle of a man voiding his bladder. I cannot pass water with anyone watching or standing nearby. His comfort surprised me.
“Let’s relax in the lounge. It’s gonna be a few hours for your clothes to dry,” I said.
I slipped to the bathroom and quietly peed onto the porcelain without flushing.
Sitting next to him on the single sofa, I pressed my leg against his.
“I enjoyed your show at Rick and Richard’s place,” I said.
“Yeah? Which part did you like most?”
“You know when you shook your boner from side to side and swung your balls. That was hot. And I enjoyed it when you bent over and when you grabbed my package.”
“You mean like this?” My dick pulsed in his icy palm and stiffened in his grip. Staring at my knob with his thumb and forefinger, he snapped my foreskin back. “I like your cock and the thickness.” He repeated, opening and closing my foreskin. “Your cock feels different from mine. Well, obviously, because I don’t have a helmet. Is it sore when I do this?”
“Not at all; it feels nice.”
“I hope you don’t mind me playing. This is very new to me.”
“Play as much as you like.”
He giggled “will that make you cum?”
“If you played for long enough.”
“Tell me to stop if you’re going to cum.”
“Don’t worry, I will tell you. Don’t stop. It feels good.”
I reached for his soft cock, and he pushed my hand away.
“Look, do not touch,” he grinned.
What the fuck?
“It feels nice having your cock touched. Why don’t you like it?” I asked.
“I dunno.”
“Other things are enjoyable too, like sucking cock and fucking ass or being fucked.”
“I don’t think I would enjoy fucking.”
“You mean giving or receiving?”
“I like nothing up my ass.”
“That means you like giving.”
“I’m not sure. I’ve done nothing.” My cock throbbed, relishing the virgin enjoying my foreskin. “Does this feel nice?”
“Yeah, it feels great. Watch what I do here,” I jerked my shaft in long strokes. “I like it when a guy does it like that.” He wrapped his hand around my shaft and mimicked my technique. “Grip harder, yeah, like that. That feels amazing. Grip hard; your hand is relaxing. Yeah, like that. Stay like that; it feels so good.”
“Don’t cum.”
I motioned his hand, “Go slower. Yeah, do it like that, and I’ll last for hours. Why don’t you lick my head? It will feel very nice.”
“Are you close to cumming?”
“Nah, I’m far from cumming. I’ll tell you if I’m gonna cum.”
He licked the front of my tip; how one may lick soft-serve ice cream.
“Does that feel good?” He asked.
“Yeah. Wrap your mouth around the head and lick.”
He placed my cock in his mouth, twisted the shaft, and licked around the head.
“I need to show you what I mean. I’m going to suck your cock. Watch what I’m doing and copy what I do,” I said.
“Am I doing it wrong?”
“Watch what I do, and you’ll see.”
I gripped his soft cock without resistance and twirled my tongue around his expanding head. His cock inched deeper into my mouth, and I swallowed his stiff shaft.
“Do you understand what I mean?” I asked.
“That felt good,” he replied with his head arched and eyes closed.
“Lie on the floor, and we can suck each other.”
I expected him to lie on his side, but he rested on his back. I climbed on top of him, pushed my cock into his mouth, and Elton grabbed my shaft and licked my head. Leaning forward, I sucked him completing press-ups but pushed too deep, and he gasped.
“Lie on your side,” I said. I pushed my dick in his mouth and fucked in shallow strides. “Fuck my mouth like I’m fucking you.”
I wrapped my lips around his shaft and swallowed his entire cock. He managed five inches of me, but I pushed too deep, and he choked. He gripped my shaft, restricting my depth, but his grasp brought me to the edge of cumming.
“Do you want to make me cum?” I asked.
“Can I finish in your mouth?”
“Yeah.”
He flooded my throat, and I choked for air. I shot in his mouth, which he spat, and returned to sucking me. I wanted to spit, but overwhelmed, I swallowed with a loud gulp.
“Why are you slowing down?” He asked.
“I thought you finished.”
“No, not yet. Don’t stop.” What the fuck did I just swallow? “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.”
Elton stopped sucking and jerked my shaft. He shot four coarse and chalky streams into my mouth, which I spat and continued sucking his head.
He grunted, “Please stop. It’s sore. Are you going to cum?”
His question confused me as he spat my juice earlier.
“I take a while to cum. Don’t worry about it,” I replied.
“Your precum isn’t sweet like mine.”
He thinks my cum is precum. I considered his precum, cum, and he assumed I precummed like him. What a mindfuck.
“My precum tastes like my cum,” I said.
“I don’t like the taste of mine,” and I understood why. “I prefer your precum to my cum.”
“Why didn’t you swallow?”
“I thought there would be a lot. Next time I want to, do you want more sucking?”
“Yeah,” I replied, and he licked my tip.
“You gonna suck me too?”
“Sucking is nice, but we can try other things too.”
“Like what?”
“If you don’t like being fucked, you can fuck me. It feels great for both guys.”
“Won’t I hurt you?”
“Nah, you start slow and use lots of lube. I also have something that stops it from being painful.”
“What’s it?” He asked, and I explained the benefits of poppers.
“Let’s go to the room. The bed’s more comfortable than the floor.”
He lay on his back on the bed. I lubed his cock, smeared loads of lube on my hole, and inhaled two deep breaths of poppers.
I gripped his cock as I lowered onto him, and his mushroom popped into my ass. His fat head glided against the walls of my ass.
“That feels great,” I said. Elton’s head pure soft pleasure without the big cock agony. I wanted him to pound me, “Do me doggy style.”
“Doggy, what?”
I chuckled, “Doggy style. Fuck me from behind.”
I bent on the bed and rested my chest on the mattress. Elton pushed his oversized mushroom head into me.
“Is that okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“It feels great; you can go faster.” I enjoyed every slippery stroke of his cock.
“This feels good. I’m gonna cum quickly, sorry,” Elton said.
I reached for my cock and jerked fast, wanting us cumming together, but Elton pulled out before I finished.
“Did you cum?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was great. Did you feel it?”
“Nah, it felt chalky before you pulled out.”
“Yeah, it felt weird after I came. It went dry.”
“Yeah, I noticed that.”
“I loved it when I precummed. Your ass was very slippery.”
“I wondered what that was. It felt amazing.”
“Did you cum?”
“Nah, I was close.”
“Can I try the poppers?” He inhaled in each nostril and bent on the bed as I did. “If it doesn’t hurt, I also want to try.”
Thrilled I never came, I lubed my cock and his ass and pressed my dick against his hole. His rosebud blossomed, and my seven-and-a-half-inches slipped into him with my tip nuzzling against his bladder.
“Is it sore?” I asked.
“Nah, it feels fine.”
I started with slow strokes but wanted to fuck harder. “Have more poppers.”
He inhaled twice, and I increased my rhythm. I wanted to cum inside him and fucked harder on each stroke. As I blew, I pounded in quick rapid succession and savored his wet ass around my cock.
“Don’t cum inside me. Finish on my back,” Elton said.
I rolled my eyes, “I take a long time to cum.” Cheeky fucker came in my ass and refused my cum.
I enjoyed his wetness and fucked hard and shuddered as I blew inside him again.
“Did you just cum?” He asked.
“Nah, that’s just precum. Your ass feels amazing.”
I continued with slow, gentle strokes and loved his wet ass. I shot again and enjoyed two more strokes before I blew on his back.
“Ah, I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Ah,” I said.
His hole gaped two-inches wide, and I pressed a finger inside him. My cock thrust back into him deep and his ass clenched around my shaft.
“Yeah, that feels good, clench like that,” I said.
I moved three strokes inside him, and he pulled off my cock.
“How was that for you?” I asked.
“It was okay and wasn’t sore, but it wasn’t nice, like sucking. It felt like I needed to poop.”
“That’s normal, but it gets better.”
“I want to try it again sometime. If you wash your cock, I’ll make you cum.”
“It will take me ages, but you can play with it.”
We freshened and returned to the sofa.
“I feel very comfortable with you,” he said.
I ignored his comment. He came inside me and told me not to cum inside him. I struggled to understand where he found comfort. I drew comfort from him being a virgin.
“Your clothes are still damp. Do you want to spend the night? I’m sure they will be dry by morning.”
Elton’s face lit up, “That would be great, thanks,” and he played with my limp cock, still fascinated with my foreskin.
In bed, we cuddled while talking. Elton fucked me twice, and I pounded him once.
I learned he wanted me to cum outside because he assumed his ass might dry, as when he came inside me.
The sex terrific, but I never recaptured our first-time magic. We played several more times and grew fond of each other. He slept over often, and we enjoyed each other’s company. I wanted fun with other guys and pushed him aside after he wanted a relationship.
With fond memories of Elton, we connect on Facebook. A full bladder and mushrooms remind me of him.
