First Lust: First Love

Jonty gritted his teeth and stifled a cry of protest as that fat hog bit into his ass; it felt like he was being sliced clean in two. Nobody told him that it would hurt so bad. But now Greg was nibbling his earlobes and this new sensation coupled with the fact that he had the sexiest man alive right there in his arsehole made him want to preserve. And the more Greg licked his neck and nibbled his earlobes and whispered sweet nothings in his ear the easier it got. Soon Greg began to gently stroke about in Jonty's guts and the intense pain he had felt on first entry gave way to a much more manageable ache that itself soon gave way to the most amazing feeling in the world. Now he understood why guys did it; it wasn't just to please your partner but to take your own pleasure. He pressed his dainty ass back against the invading might of Greg's fat slippery cock and pressed his ring tight against its girth and took great delight in the groan that rose up in Greg's throat. He was doing this! Milking this man, this oversexed bisexual adventurer, with his hot little bubble butt and making him moan like a manatee in heat, if indeed manatees in heat ever did moan.

They were like a machine now, working together to pleasure themselves and each other in the cooling shade of a huge old tree on a scorching hot summer afternoon. The heat of the day had brought out the pheromones that had attracted them to each other and got them sniffing and licking each other's butts like animals in the rutting season. Jonty loved the feel of Greg's big hand on his stomach, steadying and supporting him as he fucked. The more he relaxed the better that hot cock felt as it slid deep into his guts. Who knew that he would have pleasure receptors buried deep inside him, primed for the feel of a man's steel sliding over them. Greg's hot, sweaty, furry chest was right close to his back and his magical scent swirled directly into Jonty's brain. He was certain that this was the best fuck in history and even if he never got another in his whole life he would be a winner. They sweated. They mumbled. They shivered and shuddered. And on and on Greg's big, hard cock stroked. Sometime s he would pull it all the way out of Jonty's ass before gliding back in. Each time he slid back into the slick warmth it was like having a mini orgasm and his big balls were working closer and closer to his body.

Greg slid his hand down to Jonty's hard cock now and began to slowly jerk the warm and silky shaft. Jonty instinctively knew that his lover was close and wanted them to finish together. He was more than ready. He squeezed his vice like ring down on Greg's cock, making the older stud groan out loud. Over and over Jonty clamped down on that amazing cock that had pleasured his insides so beautifully. Now Greg's fist flew up and down Jonty's cock creating so much friction that it warmed up quite considerably. Greg heard the young stud gasp and he knew how the sensations that he was producing in Jonty's ass would heighten his orgasm.

'Oh, cum for me!' Greg groaned.

He could feel his own orgasm building up, the sensations rushing out from his groin to his brain and then overloading his nervous system. His cock ached. His big butt pounded harder now, punching his love too deep into Jonty's hungry butthole. The sweat dripped off their bodies, they were lost in mumbles and sighs and gurgles: a river of lust was in spate and sweeping them away in its tumult. Greg gently stroked Jonty's balls with his free hand, using feather soft touches and it was just the trigger he needed to give Jonty the orgasm that would wedge forever in his brain. The young bull roared as his body shuddered and a javelin of spunk flew out of his overheated cock to land on some leaves. It was followed by another powerful jet and then another, buckling Jonty's knees and making him whimper. The sound of his young lover in such immense ecstasy got to Greg and he stopped fighting the inevitable. His cock exploded deep in Jonty's guts drenching his well used ass with a soothing balm of potent manjuice.

When they had calmed down and their breathing had return to normal Greg eased his big cock out of Jonty's well used hole and hugged him close.

'Was that okay for you?' he asked.

'It was better than I had ever imagined it could be.' Jonty replied.

Greg's pride was fully evident in the cocky smile he had on his face. Normally, at this point, he would tuck everything away and make ready to leave but this was a special occasion. He kissed Jonty very tenderly and what started out as a slow burner soon flared into a second bout of outright man-on-man lust. Jonty's cock was hard again; Greg couldn't believe that he could recover so soon and he knew what he wanted to do with it this time. He picked up the bottle of lube and made sure that Jonty could see him working some up his big bum. When he was done he applied a dollop to Jonty's red cockhead and worked the cooling gel into it. Jonty sighed as Greg's fingers worked their magic on him. He could still feel the older man's presence, feel his spunk leaking out of his ass but now when Greg bent over in front of him and parted those plump, pale, hairy cheeks and invited Jonty to spear him his interest in sex was rekindled.

Greg's furry ass looked utterly amazing with all the lube slicking the long, silky hair down and his big pucker glistening so invitingly. Jonty was tempted to jerk off while looking at this horny sight but Greg repeated his invitation, with a little more urgency in his voice this time. Time was moving on, he was a married man and soon he would have to start answering questions about where he had been. It didn't take Jonty too long to figure this all out and he didn't want to let Greg down. He rubbed his sensitive cockhead over Greg's slick asslips a couple of times and then he sank his shaft, keeping up the pressure until he was all the way in, just as Greg had done with him. And now as he kissed Greg's broad neck he felt the amazing heat of his assguts transfer into his own body through his cock. Just a short while ago he was being topped and pumped full of air and spunk and he found it amazing to think that they had turned things around so quickly. Looking down on Greg's broad back and seeing the point where his suntan ended and where the hair started to sweep into the valley of his buttcheeks was an incredible turn on, as was seeing his thick cock slice into that beefy masculine arse.

Almost from first entry Jonty's balls began to protest; he was rubbing his cock raw and sending signals to his cum-factory and his little nuts were desperate for release. Experiencing the heat of a man's ass, and lusting over Greg's perfect fuck flesh and hearing him sigh as he quickened his pace was starting to get to Jonty. He fucked faster and faster, intent only upon bashing one out. He needed to cum and mighty fast; this big, beautiful bum was simply too perfect for a first-timer. His thrusting cock was pumping so much air up Greg's ass that Jonty was convinced that people on the other side of the river could hear it. He squelched in and out of that hot, slippery tunnel making the most incredibly rude sounds that simply fuelled his lust.

'Give it to me!' Greg growled. 'Gimme your cream'

Greg's big balls and soft fleshy cock slapped about between his legs as Jonty fucked him. He would be shitting bricks tomorrow he knew, but he didn't mind. This young stud's passion and vigor was something to behold. It made Greg mighty proud to think that his big, beefy arse would be the receptacle of Jonty's first spew inside another man. He could tell that Jonty was close and he urged him on, desperate to get that big cock out of his aching hole but not before it had spewed the sexy twinks' fuck sauce up inside his guts. He looked forward to the feeling of driving home with another man's jism leaking out of his abused hole. Jonty fucked faster and deeper the closer he got to the edge and Greg tried to help him along by clamping down on his rigid rod.

'Oooh yeah!' Jonty moaned and Greg knew he had won the battle.

After a final kiss and hug the two men dressed and drove back into town. Jonty was floating on air as the memories of his first fuck tumbled around his brain.

'Happy?' Greg asked as he watched the smile play across Jonty's pretty face.

'More than you will ever know.' Jonty replied.

'I hope you get things together with your boyfriend.' Greg told him.

'He is not my boyfriend.' Jonty replied.

'Yeah, but you want him to be, don't you? I hope things work out for you two.' Greg said, and then softly, after a pause 'but I hope you never forget me.'

'No chance of that.' Jonty replied. 'Let's see, my first kiss, my first butt-sniff,' he counted things off on his fingers 'my first rimming, the first cock in my mouth and arse and the first mouth and arse that I've ever fucked! Mister, there's not much chance of me ever forgetting you.'

He was a little sad when Greg dropped him off a few blocks from home. Greg leaned in close and gave him a very quick kiss on the lips. Instinctively Jonty opened his lips to receive Greg's tongue but it was already over. After Greg gave him a quick squeeze of his thigh Jonty climbed out of the car and said goodbye. He stood rooted to the spot and watch Greg drive off into the setting sun. Already he was moving from reality into memory but what a damn fine memory he was.

*

The next time Jonty went to the library it was busy so all he got was a quick flash of a smile from Kevin. Deflation crushed his ego as he walked away from the library. He had planned out what he was going to say to Kevin and in his mind's eye it had all been perfect. Instead all he got was a quick hi and bye. Could this be the same object of his affection, the love of his life? Jonty was tempted to go out to the place where the horny guys hung out. Perhaps there would be some furry, big butted stud out there that would want him, a man that would have time for him and give him the attention that he craved from Kevin. Realizing that he was now looking for excuses to do the thing he promised himself he would not do again he went home and tried to think up a better plan to win Kevin's heart.

A week dragged by. Jonty felt he could now try again without seeming too desperate. He went back to the library and this time it was empty. Kevin was friendly and they chatted about this and that, and nothing in particular. When it came time to leave Jonty was just so pleased at how well things had gone between them that he forgot to ask Kevin out like he had intended to. And somehow it seemed to work better that way; he would stop by the library every week and he and Kevin would laugh and chat and it was all so easy and relaxed. Jonty fell deeper and deeper in love with his sexy red-head as the weeks went by but before long desire began to raise its horny head. He realized that it he didn't get some action soon his blue balls would simply explode.

On pay day he went over to the library and as soon as he had said hello asked Kevin if he would like to go out for a meal. The blush that rouged Kevin's alabaster skin was so fierce that Jonty was afraid he might pop a blood vessel. It was as if he had made the most inappropriate suggestion and poor Jonty squirmed as he waited for a reply.

'When you say go out for a meal, do you mean like... on a date?' Kevin asked at last.

The words sounded strange on his lips. Jonty hadn't really thought of dating a guy; he just wanted to make this man his and to love him and bed him but somehow he felt a little embarrassed at the thought of asking Kevin out on a date!

'Yeah...kinda...I guess so.' Jonty struggled with his reply.

Well, do you like me or not?' Kevin demanded.

'You know I do.' Jonty said as he felt his own cheeks flush.

'Well, you showed me that just the one time but I thought you had lost interest.' Kevin continued.

'No, no.' Jonty told him. 'I've not lost interest; it's just that I wanted to do it properly. You know, not just rush in...'

'I'll be ready at seven.' Kevin beamed.

Jonty felt a strange nervousness as he walked into the darkened interior of the restaurant with Kevin. What would they make of two guys dining together, he wondered? That nervousness was soon replaced by shock as he looked at the prices on the menu. He sure as hell hoped that Kevin didn't have expensive tastes as he would be washing dishes for a month if he did. How the hell could food cost so much, Jonty wondered. Kevin was still reading through the wine list when suddenly the waiter appeared with a bottle of wine.

'The gentleman would like you to accept this wine.' He said as he discreetly nodded in the direction of the corner of the room that Jonty had his back to. 'It comes highly recommended.

Kevin looked at the wine and approved.

'Wow, that's fifty bucks a bottle. Tell him I said thank you.' Kevin replied.

The waiter uncorked the wine and asked Jonty if he would like to taste it but as he hadn't a clue what he was supposed to be tasting he told Kevin to do it. As soon as the waiter withdrew Jonty asked Kevin why he was sent a bottle of wine.

'Oh, I did him a big favor once.' Kevin replied and the started enthusing about the wine.

The ugly green monster stirred in Jonty's belly. Who was the man and what was the favor, he wondered. Turning around he looked in the direction the waiter had indicated and saw him! His heart skipped a beat and he felt a strange tightening in his gut and chest. There, looking as handsome as fuck dressed in suit and tie was none other than Greg and sat across from him was an incredibly beautiful, sophisticated looking woman. Wife, or mistress, Jonty wondered. And suddenly it dawned on him: the wine might have been intended for him and yet Kevin thought that he was the recipient. And if Kevin was the recipient, what was the favor that he had done for Greg?

'What kind of favor?' he asked Kevin.

'Oh it was nothing.' He waved a hand as if to dismiss it. 'Thank you for bringing me here; it's very sweet of you.'

Jonty was restless. He was torn between feeling jealous that perhaps Kevin had been with Greg but strangely, considering that he thought he was so hopelessly in love with Kevin, he was even more jealous of the woman that was with Greg. He wished it was he sitting at that table, feeling Greg's big paw placed over his hand and gazing into those sexy eyes. How could any one man look so good in both tiny rugby shorts and an evening suit? And try as he might to snap out of it he could not. At last he stood up, excused himself and went to the bathroom just to give himself a minute or two to clear his head. This was madness: here he was out on his first date with the guy he loved and all he could think of was the crazy, sexy fuck he had had out in the bushes with the big bear of the man who was now dining with his wife.

Jonty was lost in thought as he stood at the urinal taking a leak when suddenly he aware of someone sliding up to the urinal beside him.

'Was the wine any good?' the deep voice filled the small room.

'You sent the wine to Kevin?' Jonty couldn't keep the petulance out of his voice.

'It was for both of you.' Came the reply. 'I guessed he must be your special friend.'

'But you fucked him too, right?'

And even as he asked this Jonty could not help looking down at the thick, brown cock in Greg's hand and watching as he snaked back his foreskin before letting a powerful jet of piss start splashing the porcelain. Damn, why did that thing turn him on so bad?

'No!' Never.' Greg replied.

'So what's the favor he did you?'

'Favor?'

'Yeah, the waiter brought the wine over and said the gentleman in the corner had sent it. I couldn't see who it was but Kevin could. He said he had done you a favor once, that was why you had sent the wine over. And when I looked over I saw it was you.'

'Aah that, I 'd almost forgotten.' He was shaking his fat hog off now.

The sight of that beautiful slab of man-meat was about to be tucked away was too much for Jonty; he reached out and took it in his hand and delighted in the feel of its warmth and weight.

Greg smiled and reached over and cupped a hand around Jonty's little bubble butt.

'We'd better get back huh? Before they send out a rescue party!'

Reluctantly Jonty let go of Greg's cock and tucked his wood away as he watched Greg put his own cock back in its cage.

'What was the favor?' he persevered.

'I had taken a book out of the library for work and then forgot all about it as I never read a thing. When my wife found it one day she insisted I take it back. When your friend told me what the fine would be for bringing the book back so late I wanted to kick myself; I could have bought the damn book two times over. And oh,' Greg paused 'I get it now. I've just figured out why it happened! While I was standing there trying to get out of this I suddenly had an itch in my crotch and I stuck my hand down inside my shorts and gave my balls a good scratch. I apologized to him but he just blushed beet red and said to forget about the fine.'

'So you didn't fuck him?' Jonty asked.

'I swear not.' Greg told him.

'Gimme a kiss,' the words were out of Jonty's mouth before he knew what he was saying.

Greg leaned in and gave him just the briefest kiss full on the lips. Instinctively Jonty opened his mouth but already Greg was withdrawing.

'You don't need somebody like me,' Greg said sadly. 'You've got your special friend out there and you two look good together. I think you're the kind of guy that needs more than just a quick fuck under the trees once a month so you go get him, tiger!'

And then after a quick, light punch on the arm Greg was gone. Jonty was in shock. The intensity of the emotion he felt, the desire he felt for Greg, was overwhelming. He splashed cold water onto his face and tried to calm himself down. When he got back to the table he noticed that Greg and his companion were just leaving. He forced himself to look away or else he would have betrayed hi lovesick puppy state to the man who was supposed to be the center of his world.

'You were gone a long time.' Kevin told him when he sat down.

'Sorry. My stomach feels a bit funny.' Jonty lied.

'You're not nervous about anything, are you?'

'Yeah actually I am a bit nervous.' Jonty said. 'You know...first date and all that.

'There's nothing to be nervous about. If the main course is as good as the starter and the wine I don't think I could say no to anything you might want to ask me later.'

'Really?' Jonty asked, feeling guilty now for touching Greg's beefy cock and for wanting him so bad.

'Yes, really. You're a bit of a mystery Jonty Miller but I like you loads.'

'A mystery? Why do you say that?'

'Well first off you appear out of nowhere and grab my attention by showing me that massive boner tenting your flimsy shorts then after that you back off and chat like we're just pals. And then just when I've given up hope you invite me on a date. And then you disappear into the john for the longest time at the same time that the guy who bought us the wine was in there....'

'I was just saying thank you.' Jonty told him as he felt sweat prickle his upper lip.

'What, by giving him a blowjob?' Kevin asked.

'The man was here with his wife.' Jonty pointed out. 'He was telling me about how you let him off his library fine.'

'Sorry, I'm just being silly. Forgive me.' Kevin's voice was soft and small.

'Nothing to forgive.' Jonty replied as he reached out and quickly patted Kevin's hand.

The rest of the meal was perfect. The food was good and Jonty had a slight buzz from the wine. He and Kevin had reached some new level of understanding and what was best was that he knew he was going to get laid! It had been a long time coming. As they made their way through ridiculously huge slices of cheesecake thoughts of Greg started to fade from Jonty's mind to be replaced by ones of making love to the beautiful guy sitting across from him. How lucky it was that Kevin had his own apartment, thought Jonty. And then his mind started to get away from him: Kevin had his own apartment and that was because he was a year older than Jonty and had been working a year longer. And if he was a year older might he also have a year's head start in the mating game? Suddenly he had to know.