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JASON’S BIG BROTHER
By Trevor J. Callahan Jr.
(Freshmen.Dec.1999.)
"That's him," the tall, dark man said to his roommate, pointing to a
lone figure milling around in the group of new arrivals. "He's the one."
The man's roommate nodded, seemingly in approval, before the two men
returned their gaze to the crowd of people scrambling madly in front of
them.
College — finally. Jason was both excited and terrified. It was awesome
to be away from home — no more parents fighting, no more little sister
running around underfoot; parties, late nights, being on your own — and
the guys!
Jason had realized some time ago, through some senior year epiphany in a
high school locker room, that he was gay. The smell of sweat in the air;
jockstraps casually left behind on wooden benches; guys laughing,
shouting and horsing around, all of them in varying stages of undress
and many of them nude, their bodies freshly scrubbed from a quick shower
or still marred with the grime of the game, toned and hard, their cocks
dangling in thatches of dark hair between their legs . . . The instant
swelling in Jason's pants was a clear indicator that between guys' legs
was a place he'd like to find himself someday.
But that day had yet to arrive. Naturally shy, not athletic and slight
of frame, Jason had missed out on the camaraderie sports had provided
the other boys in his high school. And to come out — that was
unthinkable! Not in a small backwoods town in rural Ohio. No, Jason
figured his best plan was to wait until he could go away to college. He
worked hard and studied, saving his money and getting straight A’s so
that he could leave his hometown and go to the large state university.
There, he reasoned, there would be plenty of guys.
Yet now that he was here, the sheer enormity of the place scared the
crap out of him. Jason couldn't find his way to the cafeteria, let alone
into the dorm room of any of the hot men he saw on campus. His roommate
was a hulking freshman football player — an offensive linesman, big and
smelly and always drunk on beer. Their small desktop refrigerator was
completely overcrowded with Coors and Coors Lights, and empty beer cans
already filled the shelves in their small room. Classes hadn't even
started yet, and Jason was wondering if perhaps coming here had been a
mistake after all.
He looked down at the paper in his hand. It was a note from his "big
brother." The Big Brother program was for incoming freshman; it was
supposed to be a way for new students to be shown the ropes by an
upperclassman. Jason's mother had signed him up, and now he sat waiting
in his room for his "big brother" to take him to lunch.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Oh, well, Jason thought,
at least I don't have to eat lunch by myself today.
The guy at the door was the hottest stud Jason had ever seen. He was
tall, at least 6 foot 3, with straight dark hair pulled back into a pony
tail, florid Italian features, and dark sun glasses hiding his eyes. A
red polo shirt was stretched taut over the bulging muscles of his
shoulders and chest, and Jason could tell from the stray hairs peeping
over the shirt's collar that his chest was covered with ample amounts of
sexy dark hair. His 5 o'clock shadow — at noon! — screamed masculinity.
Jason willed away the swelling he felt in his cock as the hunk took off
his sun glasses and gave him a dazzling white smile.
"Jason Milliman?" he asked in a deep, rich bass voice. "I'm Tony
DeSalvo! I'm your big brother."
Jason stuck out his hand to meet Tony’s. It was large and warm, his grip
strong and sure. Jason felt his knees grow weak. "Hi!" he managed to
say.
Tony made a gesture with his head. "Ready to go?" he asked.
Anywhere with you, Jason thought as he locked his dorm room door behind
him.
They spent the afternoon touring the campus. Under Tony's tutelage,
Jason learned where the cafeteria was, the bookstore, and the financial
aid office; he also learned how to cut the line in the cafeteria, what
liquor stores would sell to minors — for a price, of course — and where
everyone went to make out.
They were in the psychology building now — that was Tony's major — and
Jason was being instructed on the fine art of skipping class. "Hey, let
me show you something cool," Tony said, taking a key out of his pocket
and going to a door marked laboratory.
He opened the door, and the two went inside. Tony flicked on the light,
and Jason saw a small room with a conference table, a leather couch, a
television, a large mirror on one wall, and . . . "What's that?" Jason
asked.
"Polygraph," Tony explained. "a lie detector. One of the Profs is doing
some experimenting with it. I've been assisting him; that’s why I have
this key. It's really cool. Let me show you."
"You want to hook me up to that thing? I don't think so."
"Come on, it doesn't hurt. It's fun."
Jason let Tony hook him up to the machine. "Now, I'll just ask you a few
questions, you answer them, and we'll see if you're telling me the truth
or not. OK? First questlon: What do you think of the university?"
"Big," Jason said, feeling nervous and exposed at being hooked up to the
machine.
Tony smiled at him. "Scary?"
Jason hesitated. "A little," he said.
Tony nodded. "Yup; telling the truth. Now, lie when I ask you a
question, and I'll show you the difference. What's your name?"
"Tony DeSalvo."
Tony snorted. "Funny. Here, look at this reading — see how the lines
have moved? That means you're lying."
"Yeah, neat. Can I get out of this thing now?"
Tony shook his head. "We're just getting warmed up. Let's get to the
good stuff. Are you still a virgin?"
Jason choked at the question. "I — I mean — I don't think it's fair of
you to ask that," he finally sputtered.
Tony shrugged. "It's no big deal," he said. "Come on. Are you, or aren't
you? If it makes you feel better, for every question I ask you, you can
ask me one. I'll answer truthfully. OK?"
Jason felt trapped. "I guess so," he finally said.
"So — are you?"
Jason felt his cheeks go red. "Yes," he said. He let out a short barking
laugh. "I suppose I don't have to ask you that question?"
Tony grinned. "I suppose not. Next question: Are you a homosexual?"
Jason was so taken aback that his mouth gaped open at the word
homosexual. "What?" he finally asked.
"A homosexual. Gay. Queer. A faggot." Tony sneered the last word.
"No! — I — NO, of course not."
Tony peered at the paper in front of him. "You're lying," he said,
grinning triumphantly.
"This isn't fair! I don't want to do this anymore!" Jason tried to
remove the detector pads, but Tony restrained him. "You have to play the
game, Jason. Come on — don't chicken out on me now."
Jason stayed in his seat. "This is ridiculous," he said. "Besides," he
added, rounding on Tony, "you haven't answered your question!"
"What? Do you want to know if I'm gay?"
"Yes!"
"Sure am."
Jason was stunned. Never had he thought this man — this stud — could be
gay. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Tony laughed. "I'm 100% percent sure. Now," he added, boring his dark
eyes into Jason's crystal-blue orbs, "do you want to keep playing, or
what?"
Jason nodded slowly. "Next question," Tony said' "Are you physically
attracted to me?"
Jason didn't know what to say. "Yes," he murmured quietly.
"All right," Tony replied happily. "Because you sure as hell turn me
on." As he said this, Tony leaned slowly across the table and kissed
Jason full on the lips.
Jason had never been kissed before, but the feel of Tony's lips — rough
but warm, strong and sweet — on his felt great. The kiss was gentle at
first, then more urgent, Tony cup-ping Jason's face with one of his
brawny hands and pulling him more into the embrace, his tongue parting
Jason's lips and exploring the wet inside of Jason's eager mouth. "You
like me?" Jason said faintly when the kiss was over. "But you're so hot.
How could you like me?"
Tony stared at Jason quizzically. "How can you even ask me that?" Jason
had no answer. "Can't you see how hot you are?"
Jason paused and then finally shook his head. "Come here," Tony said,
removing the detector pads and pulling Jason in front of the mirror.
Tony stood behind him, a full eight inches taller, his brawny hands on
Jason's shoulders, his breath hot in Jason's ear. "Tell me what you see
in the mirror," he said.
Jason shrugged. "I don't know. Just me."
"Describe yourself."
"Skinny. Runty. Nothing exciting."
Tony shook his head vigorously. "you're so wrong! Look — this is what I
see when I look at you. A handsome face — young, freshly scrubbed,
without even a hint of a beard. Boyish, the face of a youth. Short wavy
brown hair. Crystal blue eyes, very nice, very at-tractive. Thick,
sensual lips, great for kissing."
"You see all that?" Jason asked faintly.
"And more. Let's see . . . " Tony slid Jason's T-shirt up and over his
head. "Chest is completely smooth, and not an ounce of fat anywhere.
Hard abs, firm, the chest is developed — a lithe body, not muscular but
lean. Swimmer's build, or a wrestler in a lower weight class. Nice
shoulders, broad and thin." Tony's constant rubbing and touching caused
Jason's groin to swell in his shorts. "Small little nips, round and
pointy. perfectly smooth skin. Very hot." Tony's hands were around
Jason's waist. "Tiny waist — what, about 28 inches?" He was undoing
Jason's belt, pushing his shorts down around his ankles. "smooth legs;
firm, slim hips." The underwear next. "The ass — gorgeous! Smooth, very
round and hard." Tony's dark hand covered all of Jason's ass. Jason's
cock was standing straight from his body, harder than it had ever been.
Tony wrapped one strong arm around Jason's waist, another reaching for
his cock. "And this — hard — very hard. Nice tight balls and these coils
of pubic hair . . . " — the hand was stroking the shaft and balls,
squeezing them as one — "very boyish, very nice." Jason's legs were
buckling, his eyes swimming, his cock tingling with sensation. "All in
all, very beautiful," Tony concluded. Jason whimpered as his body tensed
in Tony's arms, sticky white gobs of come shooting out of him and on to
the mirror. Finished, he took two deep breaths, not believing what had
just happened to him.
Jason looked at Tony. His face seemed full of benevolence and affection,
his smile warm and prodding. "Now you describe me," he said.
Jason nodded, his shaking hands grabbing Tony’s polo shirt and pulling
it away from his muscular frame. Off it came. "The chest," Jason said,
still panting lightly, "is hot. Dark hair everywhere. The hair . . . " —
testing it now, rubbing his hands over Tony's chest — "is soft and warm
and scratchy. The chest is hard and broad, strong, muscular. The stomach
is also covered with dark hair; I can feel the ridges in your abs." Tony
nodded approvingly as Jason unbuckled his pants. As he pushed them down,
Tony's enormous bulge suddenly appeared before Jason's face. He eyed it
warily yet hungrily. "The legs first," Tony said, stepping out of his
pants and smiling. Jason nodded. "Right. The legs. Also hairy also
strong. The thighs — huge, warm, hard. Rounded calf muscles."
Tony turned around. "Now the back and ass."
Jason hooked his fingers into the waistband of Tony's underwear and
pulled them down. Something up front resisted, but then Jason could feel
the wonderful snapping release of Tony's cock. He stared at Tony's ass.
He touched it with shaking hands. His knees buckled, and he dropped to
the floor. "Muscular. Dark. Hair fanning out all over the ass. Strong
back — huge." He paused; he couldn't take it anymore. "please," he said.
"please. I want to see it. I want to touch it — please!"
Tony swung around, and finally, breathlessly, Jason saw his first hard
cock. It was huge — eight inches of dark prick, hanging lazily from a
wild thatch of black pubic hair, monstrous and regal. Jason couldn't
breathe from the excitement. "Touch it," he heard Tony say. His hands
shaking, his pulse racing, his heart beating wildly, Jason touched
Tony's cock. It was warm, hot; it felt fleshy yet firm. He squeezed it,
the flesh giving way for only a second before Jason was met with rock
hard resistance. A small drop of white fluid oozed from the piss slit.
Slowly, almost automatically, Jason pursed his lips, leaned in, and
kissed the warm shaft. He inhaled deeply, Tony's musky scent filling his
nostrils. Two of Jason's fingers were entangled in Tony's wild pubic
hair, harsher than his chest hair but just as inviting.
"Put it in your mouth," Tony’s voice said, and Jason opened his mouth,
stuck his tongue out, and slowly moved his entire body onto the head of
Tony's engorged cock.
The head slowly passed through his lips, and Jason had to adjust his
mouth — make it open wider — to get it in. His lungs and mouth were now
full of Tony, of his scent and his earthy taste. Jason's tongue pressed
up against Tony's piss slit, the thin precome leaking slowly down his
throat. This was ecstasy. Jason just sat there, the head of this huge
cock in his mouth, and breathed in the moment.
The cock began to move, seemingly of its own volition, the head jabbing
in and out of Jason's shallow mouth. Jason gagged but recovered and
swallowed a little more of that delicious prick. He had less than one
third of it in his mouth, but he felt full and manly. He heard moaning
from somewhere, but whether they were his moans or Tony's — or both — he
really couldn't tell.
Tony stepped back, his cock slipping out of Jason's mouth, his strong
hand pulling Jason to his feet. Their lips met, tongues waging war in
each other's eager hungry mouths, while Tony's strong hands squeezed
Jason's tight little ass. Jason was completely hard again; his cock was
rigid and straining as Tony knelt and took the whole tool into his
mouth. Jason's head lolled back in pleasure as Tony eagerly sucked his
prick. He moaned and writhed as Tony swallowed his entire rod, his nose
buried deep in the tight curls of Jason's pubic hair.
Jason watched in the mirror as his cock burrowed in and out of Tony's
mouth. He felt the familiar tingling sensation of orgasm but was too
ecstatic to tell Tony; sensing it, though, Tony pulled away just as huge
spurts of come shot from Jason's cock. They clung heavily to Tony's
chest hair; sticky white globs on his wild and dark chest.
"Turn around," Tony said, and Jason did. Tony buried his face into
Jason's tight little rear, his tongue shooting up into Jason's cherry
asshole. Jason's knees bucked; "Oh, my Godl" he said breathily. Nothing
could be better than this, Jason thought as Tony greedily continued
devouring his hole.
His tongue made the asshole wet and slick, so that Jason felt only the
pressure and pleasure of Tony shoving his middle finger up inside. "Oh,
man, what are you doing to me?" Jason said through gasps for air.
"I'm going to fuck that virgin asshole of yours," Tony replied. Jason's
eyes widened, but he nodded.
"Yes, do it," he said. "l want your cock inside me!"
They moved onto the couch underneath the mirror. Tony took a condom out
of his pocket and stretched it out over his burgeoning cock. He also
removed a small tube of lubricant from his pants and began to grease up
his prick. "Is it going to hurt?" Jason asked, bracing himself against
the cool leather of the couch for Tony's bulbous, livid cock. Tony
placed Jason's ankles on his shoulders and bent him double, his body
compacted into a tight accordion, his ass thrust out and ready.
"I'll go real slow at first," he replied. "And then it's gonna feel so
good, I promise." Jason could feel the large head of Tony's cock at the
mouth of his cherry ass. "Ready?" Tony asked. Jason paused, then nodded.
The head slowly penetrated into the virgin hole. Jason gasped; he had
never felt anything like it before. There was enormous pressure, not the
pain he was expecting, and also a feeling of heat and warmth, as if
Tony’s cock was sending an electric charge through Jason's ass. "Relax,"
Tony muttered, "just relax." Jason gasped and nodded. The cock slid in
farther. More pressure, but it subsided quickly and was replaced with a
warm, full feeling.
It took a full six minutes for Tony to fully penetrate; when he felt his
balls resting heavily against Jason, he slowly ground his cock into
Jason's hole. Bent double, breathing hard and sweating profusely, Jason
stared up at Tony, his dark brow furrowed in concentration, his dark
pony tail slung over one shoulder; his hairy chest, spots still
glistening with Jason's come, heaving with exertion. It was at this
moment that Jason realized that this was ecstasy, that he loved the
feeling of being doubled up by Tony's hulking frame, of being penetrated
and taken by his huge cock, of being mastered by his strong body and
will.
To give himself over like this, Jason realized, was the ultimate
fantasy.
"Fuck me," he said suddenly.
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me. Now." Tony began to move his hips rhythmically
up and down, slowly moving his cock in and out of Jason's asshole.
"Harder. Fuck me! Come on, Tony, fuck me!" Tony began to move faster.
"More. Come on! Fuck me!" Tony was amazed, but he eagerly began to pound
Jason with his cock. "Yes! Yes!" Jason cried between the thwup thwup of
Tony's balls slapping against his ass.
"A-a-aghl" Jason cried, speech leaving him in ecstasy as Tony rammed his
rod up his virgin ass.
"You are so fucking tight," Tony muttered between clenched teeth.
"Y-e-e-eah!" Jason bellowed, feeling so alive as this hulking man
pounded his ass. Tony's huge, probing cock tickled something inside of
Jason, causing him to cry out loudly. "l'm gonna come!" he shouted.
"Me too," Tony added. "I'm gonna come up your ass!"
Language was replaced by guttural cries as Jason felt a third load shoot
out of his cock. The first spurt caught Tony full on the face, the rest
falling all over Jason's bent body. "A-a-ah," Tony cried, come dripping
from his cheek as his cock unleashed a huge load up Jason's ass, his
body shuddering into Jason with the throes of orgasm. Gasping,
breathless, speechless, the two collapsed into each other's arms.
Jason sighed. "I can't believe I have to go to that stupid seminar!" he
said as they left the building. "I'd rather be with you!"
Tony tousled his hair. "I know, partner," he said. "But you have to go."
"Come with me?"
Tony laughed. "I already went through all that shit! Besides, I have
other things to do."
"I'll see you later, right?"
Tony nodded. "I know where you live."
In the seclusion of the doorway, Jason kissed Tony quickly on the lips
before dashing off. Tony watched him go, shook his head gently, and
smiled. Tossed the condom wrapper into the garbage, he strolled out into
the bright afternoon sun.
“So, did ya score?" Tony's roommate Jim asked him as soon as he entered
their sparse dorm room.
Tony shrugged. "What do you think?" he said absently.
Jim smiled. "You did score. Awesome! How was it?"
Tony sat down on the edge of his bed. He seemed distracted. "Huh?"
Jim shook his head and laughed. "Earth to DeSalvo! Where are you? Damn,
that must have been some hot piece of ass to get you so spacey!"
"No, that's not it. I mean, it was pretty hot. He was pretty hot. We had
a good time."
Jim clapped Tony on his brawny shoulder. "So how many does that make for
you, buddy? Fourteen cherry asses? Three more, and you'll have the frat
record!"
"Yeah. Swell."
Jim sat next to Tony on the bed. "Come on, man, what's up with you? Why
are you so out of it?"
"I don't know, Jim. It's just . . . well, I meet a nice guy, and I have
to give him up to find another piece of virgin ass. Sometimes I wonder
what's the point."
Jim stared at Tony. "Are you kidding? you're gonna be a legend around
here when you're done. The guy who scored the most cherry boys. It's
like . . . I don't know. it's your legacy."
"You think so?"
"I know so, Tony. Don't get soft on me now. They're just guys. You're
gonna be the envy of every gay man on campus when you're done." Jim
smiled and put out his hand to help Tony off the bed. "Come on, stud.
Let's go get some grub and start looking for cherry number 15. What do
you say?"
Tony took Jim's hand in his own. "I guess you're right," he said as the
two of them went off to dinner.
"Coming to dinner?" Jason's roommate, Brian, asked as he headed out to
meet friends at the campus cafeteria.
Jason shook his head. "No, you go ahead," he said, smiling with
anticipation. "I'm waiting for my big brother."
Next issue, find out what happens to Jason While Waiting for Tony.
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Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
By Trevor J. Callahan Jr.
(Freshmen.Dec.1999.)
"That's him," the tall, dark man said to his roommate, pointing to a
lone figure milling around in the group of new arrivals. "He's the one."
The man's roommate nodded, seemingly in approval, before the two men
returned their gaze to the crowd of people scrambling madly in front of
them.
College — finally. Jason was both excited and terrified. It was awesome
to be away from home — no more parents fighting, no more little sister
running around underfoot; parties, late nights, being on your own — and
the guys!
Jason had realized some time ago, through some senior year epiphany in a
high school locker room, that he was gay. The smell of sweat in the air;
jockstraps casually left behind on wooden benches; guys laughing,
shouting and horsing around, all of them in varying stages of undress
and many of them nude, their bodies freshly scrubbed from a quick shower
or still marred with the grime of the game, toned and hard, their cocks
dangling in thatches of dark hair between their legs . . . The instant
swelling in Jason's pants was a clear indicator that between guys' legs
was a place he'd like to find himself someday.
But that day had yet to arrive. Naturally shy, not athletic and slight
of frame, Jason had missed out on the camaraderie sports had provided
the other boys in his high school. And to come out — that was
unthinkable! Not in a small backwoods town in rural Ohio. No, Jason
figured his best plan was to wait until he could go away to college. He
worked hard and studied, saving his money and getting straight A’s so
that he could leave his hometown and go to the large state university.
There, he reasoned, there would be plenty of guys.
Yet now that he was here, the sheer enormity of the place scared the
crap out of him. Jason couldn't find his way to the cafeteria, let alone
into the dorm room of any of the hot men he saw on campus. His roommate
was a hulking freshman football player — an offensive linesman, big and
smelly and always drunk on beer. Their small desktop refrigerator was
completely overcrowded with Coors and Coors Lights, and empty beer cans
already filled the shelves in their small room. Classes hadn't even
started yet, and Jason was wondering if perhaps coming here had been a
mistake after all.
He looked down at the paper in his hand. It was a note from his "big
brother." The Big Brother program was for incoming freshman; it was
supposed to be a way for new students to be shown the ropes by an
upperclassman. Jason's mother had signed him up, and now he sat waiting
in his room for his "big brother" to take him to lunch.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Oh, well, Jason thought,
at least I don't have to eat lunch by myself today.
The guy at the door was the hottest stud Jason had ever seen. He was
tall, at least 6 foot 3, with straight dark hair pulled back into a pony
tail, florid Italian features, and dark sun glasses hiding his eyes. A
red polo shirt was stretched taut over the bulging muscles of his
shoulders and chest, and Jason could tell from the stray hairs peeping
over the shirt's collar that his chest was covered with ample amounts of
sexy dark hair. His 5 o'clock shadow — at noon! — screamed masculinity.
Jason willed away the swelling he felt in his cock as the hunk took off
his sun glasses and gave him a dazzling white smile.
"Jason Milliman?" he asked in a deep, rich bass voice. "I'm Tony
DeSalvo! I'm your big brother."
Jason stuck out his hand to meet Tony’s. It was large and warm, his grip
strong and sure. Jason felt his knees grow weak. "Hi!" he managed to
say.
Tony made a gesture with his head. "Ready to go?" he asked.
Anywhere with you, Jason thought as he locked his dorm room door behind
him.
They spent the afternoon touring the campus. Under Tony's tutelage,
Jason learned where the cafeteria was, the bookstore, and the financial
aid office; he also learned how to cut the line in the cafeteria, what
liquor stores would sell to minors — for a price, of course — and where
everyone went to make out.
They were in the psychology building now — that was Tony's major — and
Jason was being instructed on the fine art of skipping class. "Hey, let
me show you something cool," Tony said, taking a key out of his pocket
and going to a door marked laboratory.
He opened the door, and the two went inside. Tony flicked on the light,
and Jason saw a small room with a conference table, a leather couch, a
television, a large mirror on one wall, and . . . "What's that?" Jason
asked.
"Polygraph," Tony explained. "a lie detector. One of the Profs is doing
some experimenting with it. I've been assisting him; that’s why I have
this key. It's really cool. Let me show you."
"You want to hook me up to that thing? I don't think so."
"Come on, it doesn't hurt. It's fun."
Jason let Tony hook him up to the machine. "Now, I'll just ask you a few
questions, you answer them, and we'll see if you're telling me the truth
or not. OK? First questlon: What do you think of the university?"
"Big," Jason said, feeling nervous and exposed at being hooked up to the
machine.
Tony smiled at him. "Scary?"
Jason hesitated. "A little," he said.
Tony nodded. "Yup; telling the truth. Now, lie when I ask you a
question, and I'll show you the difference. What's your name?"
"Tony DeSalvo."
Tony snorted. "Funny. Here, look at this reading — see how the lines
have moved? That means you're lying."
"Yeah, neat. Can I get out of this thing now?"
Tony shook his head. "We're just getting warmed up. Let's get to the
good stuff. Are you still a virgin?"
Jason choked at the question. "I — I mean — I don't think it's fair of
you to ask that," he finally sputtered.
Tony shrugged. "It's no big deal," he said. "Come on. Are you, or aren't
you? If it makes you feel better, for every question I ask you, you can
ask me one. I'll answer truthfully. OK?"
Jason felt trapped. "I guess so," he finally said.
"So — are you?"
Jason felt his cheeks go red. "Yes," he said. He let out a short barking
laugh. "I suppose I don't have to ask you that question?"
Tony grinned. "I suppose not. Next question: Are you a homosexual?"
Jason was so taken aback that his mouth gaped open at the word
homosexual. "What?" he finally asked.
"A homosexual. Gay. Queer. A faggot." Tony sneered the last word.
"No! — I — NO, of course not."
Tony peered at the paper in front of him. "You're lying," he said,
grinning triumphantly.
"This isn't fair! I don't want to do this anymore!" Jason tried to
remove the detector pads, but Tony restrained him. "You have to play the
game, Jason. Come on — don't chicken out on me now."
Jason stayed in his seat. "This is ridiculous," he said. "Besides," he
added, rounding on Tony, "you haven't answered your question!"
"What? Do you want to know if I'm gay?"
"Yes!"
"Sure am."
Jason was stunned. Never had he thought this man — this stud — could be
gay. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Tony laughed. "I'm 100% percent sure. Now," he added, boring his dark
eyes into Jason's crystal-blue orbs, "do you want to keep playing, or
what?"
Jason nodded slowly. "Next question," Tony said' "Are you physically
attracted to me?"
Jason didn't know what to say. "Yes," he murmured quietly.
"All right," Tony replied happily. "Because you sure as hell turn me
on." As he said this, Tony leaned slowly across the table and kissed
Jason full on the lips.
Jason had never been kissed before, but the feel of Tony's lips — rough
but warm, strong and sweet — on his felt great. The kiss was gentle at
first, then more urgent, Tony cup-ping Jason's face with one of his
brawny hands and pulling him more into the embrace, his tongue parting
Jason's lips and exploring the wet inside of Jason's eager mouth. "You
like me?" Jason said faintly when the kiss was over. "But you're so hot.
How could you like me?"
Tony stared at Jason quizzically. "How can you even ask me that?" Jason
had no answer. "Can't you see how hot you are?"
Jason paused and then finally shook his head. "Come here," Tony said,
removing the detector pads and pulling Jason in front of the mirror.
Tony stood behind him, a full eight inches taller, his brawny hands on
Jason's shoulders, his breath hot in Jason's ear. "Tell me what you see
in the mirror," he said.
Jason shrugged. "I don't know. Just me."
"Describe yourself."
"Skinny. Runty. Nothing exciting."
Tony shook his head vigorously. "you're so wrong! Look — this is what I
see when I look at you. A handsome face — young, freshly scrubbed,
without even a hint of a beard. Boyish, the face of a youth. Short wavy
brown hair. Crystal blue eyes, very nice, very at-tractive. Thick,
sensual lips, great for kissing."
"You see all that?" Jason asked faintly.
"And more. Let's see . . . " Tony slid Jason's T-shirt up and over his
head. "Chest is completely smooth, and not an ounce of fat anywhere.
Hard abs, firm, the chest is developed — a lithe body, not muscular but
lean. Swimmer's build, or a wrestler in a lower weight class. Nice
shoulders, broad and thin." Tony's constant rubbing and touching caused
Jason's groin to swell in his shorts. "Small little nips, round and
pointy. perfectly smooth skin. Very hot." Tony's hands were around
Jason's waist. "Tiny waist — what, about 28 inches?" He was undoing
Jason's belt, pushing his shorts down around his ankles. "smooth legs;
firm, slim hips." The underwear next. "The ass — gorgeous! Smooth, very
round and hard." Tony's dark hand covered all of Jason's ass. Jason's
cock was standing straight from his body, harder than it had ever been.
Tony wrapped one strong arm around Jason's waist, another reaching for
his cock. "And this — hard — very hard. Nice tight balls and these coils
of pubic hair . . . " — the hand was stroking the shaft and balls,
squeezing them as one — "very boyish, very nice." Jason's legs were
buckling, his eyes swimming, his cock tingling with sensation. "All in
all, very beautiful," Tony concluded. Jason whimpered as his body tensed
in Tony's arms, sticky white gobs of come shooting out of him and on to
the mirror. Finished, he took two deep breaths, not believing what had
just happened to him.
Jason looked at Tony. His face seemed full of benevolence and affection,
his smile warm and prodding. "Now you describe me," he said.
Jason nodded, his shaking hands grabbing Tony’s polo shirt and pulling
it away from his muscular frame. Off it came. "The chest," Jason said,
still panting lightly, "is hot. Dark hair everywhere. The hair . . . " —
testing it now, rubbing his hands over Tony's chest — "is soft and warm
and scratchy. The chest is hard and broad, strong, muscular. The stomach
is also covered with dark hair; I can feel the ridges in your abs." Tony
nodded approvingly as Jason unbuckled his pants. As he pushed them down,
Tony's enormous bulge suddenly appeared before Jason's face. He eyed it
warily yet hungrily. "The legs first," Tony said, stepping out of his
pants and smiling. Jason nodded. "Right. The legs. Also hairy also
strong. The thighs — huge, warm, hard. Rounded calf muscles."
Tony turned around. "Now the back and ass."
Jason hooked his fingers into the waistband of Tony's underwear and
pulled them down. Something up front resisted, but then Jason could feel
the wonderful snapping release of Tony's cock. He stared at Tony's ass.
He touched it with shaking hands. His knees buckled, and he dropped to
the floor. "Muscular. Dark. Hair fanning out all over the ass. Strong
back — huge." He paused; he couldn't take it anymore. "please," he said.
"please. I want to see it. I want to touch it — please!"
Tony swung around, and finally, breathlessly, Jason saw his first hard
cock. It was huge — eight inches of dark prick, hanging lazily from a
wild thatch of black pubic hair, monstrous and regal. Jason couldn't
breathe from the excitement. "Touch it," he heard Tony say. His hands
shaking, his pulse racing, his heart beating wildly, Jason touched
Tony's cock. It was warm, hot; it felt fleshy yet firm. He squeezed it,
the flesh giving way for only a second before Jason was met with rock
hard resistance. A small drop of white fluid oozed from the piss slit.
Slowly, almost automatically, Jason pursed his lips, leaned in, and
kissed the warm shaft. He inhaled deeply, Tony's musky scent filling his
nostrils. Two of Jason's fingers were entangled in Tony's wild pubic
hair, harsher than his chest hair but just as inviting.
"Put it in your mouth," Tony’s voice said, and Jason opened his mouth,
stuck his tongue out, and slowly moved his entire body onto the head of
Tony's engorged cock.
The head slowly passed through his lips, and Jason had to adjust his
mouth — make it open wider — to get it in. His lungs and mouth were now
full of Tony, of his scent and his earthy taste. Jason's tongue pressed
up against Tony's piss slit, the thin precome leaking slowly down his
throat. This was ecstasy. Jason just sat there, the head of this huge
cock in his mouth, and breathed in the moment.
The cock began to move, seemingly of its own volition, the head jabbing
in and out of Jason's shallow mouth. Jason gagged but recovered and
swallowed a little more of that delicious prick. He had less than one
third of it in his mouth, but he felt full and manly. He heard moaning
from somewhere, but whether they were his moans or Tony's — or both — he
really couldn't tell.
Tony stepped back, his cock slipping out of Jason's mouth, his strong
hand pulling Jason to his feet. Their lips met, tongues waging war in
each other's eager hungry mouths, while Tony's strong hands squeezed
Jason's tight little ass. Jason was completely hard again; his cock was
rigid and straining as Tony knelt and took the whole tool into his
mouth. Jason's head lolled back in pleasure as Tony eagerly sucked his
prick. He moaned and writhed as Tony swallowed his entire rod, his nose
buried deep in the tight curls of Jason's pubic hair.
Jason watched in the mirror as his cock burrowed in and out of Tony's
mouth. He felt the familiar tingling sensation of orgasm but was too
ecstatic to tell Tony; sensing it, though, Tony pulled away just as huge
spurts of come shot from Jason's cock. They clung heavily to Tony's
chest hair; sticky white globs on his wild and dark chest.
"Turn around," Tony said, and Jason did. Tony buried his face into
Jason's tight little rear, his tongue shooting up into Jason's cherry
asshole. Jason's knees bucked; "Oh, my Godl" he said breathily. Nothing
could be better than this, Jason thought as Tony greedily continued
devouring his hole.
His tongue made the asshole wet and slick, so that Jason felt only the
pressure and pleasure of Tony shoving his middle finger up inside. "Oh,
man, what are you doing to me?" Jason said through gasps for air.
"I'm going to fuck that virgin asshole of yours," Tony replied. Jason's
eyes widened, but he nodded.
"Yes, do it," he said. "l want your cock inside me!"
They moved onto the couch underneath the mirror. Tony took a condom out
of his pocket and stretched it out over his burgeoning cock. He also
removed a small tube of lubricant from his pants and began to grease up
his prick. "Is it going to hurt?" Jason asked, bracing himself against
the cool leather of the couch for Tony's bulbous, livid cock. Tony
placed Jason's ankles on his shoulders and bent him double, his body
compacted into a tight accordion, his ass thrust out and ready.
"I'll go real slow at first," he replied. "And then it's gonna feel so
good, I promise." Jason could feel the large head of Tony's cock at the
mouth of his cherry ass. "Ready?" Tony asked. Jason paused, then nodded.
The head slowly penetrated into the virgin hole. Jason gasped; he had
never felt anything like it before. There was enormous pressure, not the
pain he was expecting, and also a feeling of heat and warmth, as if
Tony’s cock was sending an electric charge through Jason's ass. "Relax,"
Tony muttered, "just relax." Jason gasped and nodded. The cock slid in
farther. More pressure, but it subsided quickly and was replaced with a
warm, full feeling.
It took a full six minutes for Tony to fully penetrate; when he felt his
balls resting heavily against Jason, he slowly ground his cock into
Jason's hole. Bent double, breathing hard and sweating profusely, Jason
stared up at Tony, his dark brow furrowed in concentration, his dark
pony tail slung over one shoulder; his hairy chest, spots still
glistening with Jason's come, heaving with exertion. It was at this
moment that Jason realized that this was ecstasy, that he loved the
feeling of being doubled up by Tony's hulking frame, of being penetrated
and taken by his huge cock, of being mastered by his strong body and
will.
To give himself over like this, Jason realized, was the ultimate
fantasy.
"Fuck me," he said suddenly.
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me. Now." Tony began to move his hips rhythmically
up and down, slowly moving his cock in and out of Jason's asshole.
"Harder. Fuck me! Come on, Tony, fuck me!" Tony began to move faster.
"More. Come on! Fuck me!" Tony was amazed, but he eagerly began to pound
Jason with his cock. "Yes! Yes!" Jason cried between the thwup thwup of
Tony's balls slapping against his ass.
"A-a-aghl" Jason cried, speech leaving him in ecstasy as Tony rammed his
rod up his virgin ass.
"You are so fucking tight," Tony muttered between clenched teeth.
"Y-e-e-eah!" Jason bellowed, feeling so alive as this hulking man
pounded his ass. Tony's huge, probing cock tickled something inside of
Jason, causing him to cry out loudly. "l'm gonna come!" he shouted.
"Me too," Tony added. "I'm gonna come up your ass!"
Language was replaced by guttural cries as Jason felt a third load shoot
out of his cock. The first spurt caught Tony full on the face, the rest
falling all over Jason's bent body. "A-a-ah," Tony cried, come dripping
from his cheek as his cock unleashed a huge load up Jason's ass, his
body shuddering into Jason with the throes of orgasm. Gasping,
breathless, speechless, the two collapsed into each other's arms.
Jason sighed. "I can't believe I have to go to that stupid seminar!" he
said as they left the building. "I'd rather be with you!"
Tony tousled his hair. "I know, partner," he said. "But you have to go."
"Come with me?"
Tony laughed. "I already went through all that shit! Besides, I have
other things to do."
"I'll see you later, right?"
Tony nodded. "I know where you live."
In the seclusion of the doorway, Jason kissed Tony quickly on the lips
before dashing off. Tony watched him go, shook his head gently, and
smiled. Tossed the condom wrapper into the garbage, he strolled out into
the bright afternoon sun.
“So, did ya score?" Tony's roommate Jim asked him as soon as he entered
their sparse dorm room.
Tony shrugged. "What do you think?" he said absently.
Jim smiled. "You did score. Awesome! How was it?"
Tony sat down on the edge of his bed. He seemed distracted. "Huh?"
Jim shook his head and laughed. "Earth to DeSalvo! Where are you? Damn,
that must have been some hot piece of ass to get you so spacey!"
"No, that's not it. I mean, it was pretty hot. He was pretty hot. We had
a good time."
Jim clapped Tony on his brawny shoulder. "So how many does that make for
you, buddy? Fourteen cherry asses? Three more, and you'll have the frat
record!"
"Yeah. Swell."
Jim sat next to Tony on the bed. "Come on, man, what's up with you? Why
are you so out of it?"
"I don't know, Jim. It's just . . . well, I meet a nice guy, and I have
to give him up to find another piece of virgin ass. Sometimes I wonder
what's the point."
Jim stared at Tony. "Are you kidding? you're gonna be a legend around
here when you're done. The guy who scored the most cherry boys. It's
like . . . I don't know. it's your legacy."
"You think so?"
"I know so, Tony. Don't get soft on me now. They're just guys. You're
gonna be the envy of every gay man on campus when you're done." Jim
smiled and put out his hand to help Tony off the bed. "Come on, stud.
Let's go get some grub and start looking for cherry number 15. What do
you say?"
Tony took Jim's hand in his own. "I guess you're right," he said as the
two of them went off to dinner.
"Coming to dinner?" Jason's roommate, Brian, asked as he headed out to
meet friends at the campus cafeteria.
Jason shook his head. "No, you go ahead," he said, smiling with
anticipation. "I'm waiting for my big brother."
Next issue, find out what happens to Jason While Waiting for Tony.
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