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I woke up. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. I lay on my left side. I felt an arm over my right hip. At the end of the arm was a couple of fingers idly strumming my pubic hair. I felt my cock swelling. There was a warm body at my back, and I could feel something nice resting along my ass crack. A split second later it came back to me. I, Josh Walker, was in our landlord’s apartment. The landlord, Derek, and I were in his bed, and it was his fingers now lazily strumming my pubic hair and making my cock hum.
I didn’t have my watch, but I guessed we had probably slept about an hour after the sex scene described in The Summer Rental, a story you can find on this site.
I reached my right harm back and felt his right ass cheek. I gripped it and pulled him closer. He let out a very low purr and kissed the back of my neck. His cock slipped in between my cheeks horizontally, so that his balls were at the lower end and the tip of his cock was at the top of my crack. I pulled him tighter. I could feel the underside of his cock resting on top of my hole. It felt good.
His right hand reached for and started stroking my cock. Not lazily but with a nice slow rhythm.
I stroked his right ass cheek and then slowly rubbed his right hip before my hand found the space between us and dipped down to his pubic mound. I pulled on and stroked his pubic hair. I couldn’t see it, of course, but I could very much picture the light blonde wisps curling around my fingertips.
I rolled over on my back. The movement caused him to momentarily pause his stroking of my cock but once I was on my back his hand found my 8” tool and slowly started stroking again.
I snaked my right arm under his shoulders and pulled him on top of me. We kissed. Our tongues exploring each other, licking and tracing every part of each other’s mouth. I reached down and took his rock hard, 6” cock into my hand and started stroking.
Up until then, neither of us had spoken a word.
He broke the silence by asking me if there was anything I had fantasized doing that I’d like to try with him.
“I’m not sure about fantasized,” I replied, “but after eating your ass I was wondering what it would feel like to be inside you…and to have you inside me.”
“Wow,” he gulped, “for a guy who’s never really been with another guy before, that’s like going from 0 to 60 in less than a few seconds.”
I smiled. I knew what he meant. Last night I couldn’t have dreamed of being where I was right then, in my landlord’s bed, with his hand around my cock and mine around his. And now it seemed I was ready to jump full bore into the experience.
“What the hell,” I said, “I’ve always believed that if you are going to do something you should go for it fully and never half way.”
We kissed some more.
After a while he got out of bed, whispering “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
I didn’t move but my hand did find my own cock and balls and I started to stroke them a bit.
He went into the bathroom and a few seconds later came out holding a plastic bottle in one hand and a little brown bottle in the other. I had no idea what either one was, so I asked.
“Hmm,” he responded, “you really are new to this, aren’t you?”
We both laughed. He then explained that the plastic bottle contained special lubricant that would make our holes more slippery. “The other bottle,” he said, “are poppers.”
I’d never heard of poppers and so he explained them to me. I was a bit hesitant to try them because I’d known about guys who got hooked on inhalants in high school—sniffing glue was the most common but one guy I knew spent hours in his basement huffing gas from a red gallon jug. Neither image was particularly charming to me.
Derek assured me that sniffing poppers wasn’t physically addictive and then went on to explain that inhaling them during anal sex helped loosen the muscles and made it more enjoyable.
“Tell you what,” he said, “why don’t you try them while I suck your cock and see what you think.”
Not knowing where this adventuresome attitude was coming from, I agreed.
Derek had me scoot up on the bed so that my back was resting on his headboard. He handed me the little brown bottle and said, “not right away, but when you really start to get into it open the cap and put the top under either of your nostrils, holding the other one closed. Inhale deeply and then repeat with the other nostril. Then just lay back and enjoy.”
He climbed between my legs. My cock was semi-soft. He looked up at me and smiled. He then took my half hard cock and put it into his mouth, playing with my balls. My cock instantly started to stiffen and grow. His fingers were everywhere. Holding my balls, pulling on my pubic hair, stroking my cock, reaching up and playing with my nipples and stroking my armpit hair, rubbing my chest, my belly and resuming playing with my balls and my cock. Meanwhile his tongue was licking my cock inside his mouth. He took it out and then flicked his tongue at the tip, spit on my cock and then really started licking it like a lollipop.
Remembering the poppers, I used one unsteady hand to open the bottle cap and followed his instructions. I lay back and WOW!!! it was like getting hit by a freight train. All at once all of my attention was singularly focused on the licking, touching, sucking and mouthing going on with my cock. I’ll never be a good enough writer to describe the intense feeling—a rush—that came over me. I closed my eyes and all went black but I could see—literally see—Derek eating me in my mind’s eye. I moaned loudly and pushed deep into his mouth. I let the pleasure wash over me.
When it subsided I realized that I liked how I’d felt. It occurred to me that if it made my experience that intense, it would make Derek’s experience more intense, too. So, I tapped him on the shoulder and held up the bottle. He nodded and I uncapped the bottle and held one of his nostrils while he breathed in with the other and then repeated with the other nostril.
I then leaned back. It was like a rocket ship taking off between my legs. He had been 100% devoted to sucking my cock 30 seconds ago—now he was 10000% devoted. Sucking me deep and then managing to deep throat me, burying his nose in my pubes.
I huffed again and the second time was better than the first. I moaned and without warning exploded in his mouth. He licked and sucked and kissed until all of my cum was in his mouth, along with my now deflated cock.
I lay there, drained. I’d never experienced anything remotely close to that. He looked up and smiled. “guess you like them,” he said.
More to come.
