Jimmy and Donny

If my boyfriend Jimmy and me want to have a  'three-way' sex experience we have to make it up;  you know, pretend.  We call it a three-way-fantasy.  The reason it has to be a fantasy is we're still in the 'closet' so we simply don't know any other gay guys. We have to make-up the third gay guy.   I feel I have a valid and sensible reason for still being in the closet even though I'm 20 years old.. I've outlined my reasons in earlier stories. 

 Jimmy was also 20 years old last September and he and I share an apartment near the college campus we attend.    We're in our sophomore year and are having a hell of a good time.  At college Jimmy is the serious student and I'm the happy-go-lucky  fuck-up, but we make a good team.  (At home I'm not so happy-go-lucky,   however that's another story entirely)....  Jimmy helps me with class work and I help him to have fun.   We don't have to help each other with our sex drive because  we both have similar ones and they have  both of us  much hornier than is probably good for us.  Whatever,  we do like our gay sex!!  We've been exclusively each others sex partner for three years now and we still go at it like a couple of rabbits. If anything, it's better now than ever......... even after all this time.

Jimmy is the only person I've ever had sex with and I'm only the second person he's been with.  His older male cousin was his first sex partner and he taught Jimmy everything he knew... which was considerable. Jimmy and I have ad libbed our way into some new and interesting sex acts during our three years together so..... combined with his cousins stuff, we have ourselves a nice selection and we're never bored.

   The fantasy 3-way stories occasionally keeps us entertained after, or in between sex acts.  What we do is just lay in bed together goofing off and making up the sex stories.  We try to give each other hard-ons from the sexy stuff we make up and describe in minute detail.   One of our rules is, no touching...the boner has to appear just from listening to the made-up fantasy.   We have a lot of laughs too.  Last November an issue came up regarding the size of one of our fantasy  boy's boner; I wanted it longer than ours.  Jimmy and I are both  under average size.....  we're about 5'7"....125 lbs and our boners are under six inches.

 I once wrote in a story that we've measured our boners 50,000 times and the longest boner ever measured was JUST UNDER six inches.  That's a tad misleading because Jimmy, with that measurement,  had the ruler pressed so hard into his belly, just above his boner, it left quite a deep indentation in his skin which was still visible  ten minutes after he took the ruler away.  So I've never really taken that measurement too seriously.   The "UNDER" part is accurate but the "JUST" word is misleading.    We may be closer to five inches than six inches, but it's somewhere in that general area.

In any case I wanted the fantasy boy to have an 8 inch cock  and   about one inch wide.  Maybe a nice shaped head at 1 1/4 inches wide.  Jimmy got a little put out because he thought that maybe I meant that his cock wasn't long enough to satisfy me.  Complete nonsense as I absolutely love his cock size but we're doing a fantasy so why not go 'large'.  One thing led to another and he said we should get an eight inch dildo and he'd be happy to shove it up my bum hole for me  (hope he doesn't forget the lube!).  I was all for it.   The dildo never appeared though.  That was back in November (four months ago, from  when this is being written) so I thought maybe a Christmas stocking gift but, no.... nothing in the way of a dildo in my stocking either.

Fact is Jimmy would no more walk into a porn shop  and buy a dildo then he'd have sex with a girl.  So as usual, when it's something involving 'fun',  it's going to be up to me to make it happen.  Four months ago, when this topic first came up, I had an intriguing suggestion from one of the great writers in our group.   He suggested I give Jimmy a dildo for a valentine present.   When I realized no dildo was going to materialized any other way, I followed Anel's advise and did just that.  Sweet, huh?

Truth be known I'm also a bit shy about walking into a porn shop  but I didn't have to.  There is this modern invention  called the Internet.  One of my Christmas presents was a $200 debit card of which I used $19.95 to buy the dildo on line.  I got some KY jelly too. My goodness but there are a great many dildos to choose from.  In the end (ha ha) I thought it best to go with the look-a-like cock with a nice set of balls attached so Jimmy would have something to scrunch instead of scrunching mine as he likes to do.

I choose the exact size we discussed last November.

Eight inches long and one inch wide with a bit wider,

nice looking head.  Exciting!!  The thing is pinkish

and made of rubber (I think it's rubber).  Looks

wicked long and hard  I'll tell you that.  I bought a

'mushy' valentine card and wrapped the dildo, in it's

box,  with red paper.  Tuesday morning (valentine day)

Jimmy spots the gift box on our little kitchen table

and gets out a card he bought for my present.  His

card for me was not 'mushy'.......it was about a best

friend which is nice but I was up for 'mushy'.  His

gift to me was a computer generated card that said I

was entitled to two wishes of any kind;  'any kind'

that is...as long as Jimmy had the means to fulfill

the wishes.  Hmmmmm...Jimmy almost always screws me,

but  once in a while he'll want me to screw him.  I

love to screw him but he usually just wants it laying

in bed on our sides. Very vanilla.    Well, my first

wish is going to be that I get to do Jimmy 'doggy

style' (the same way  he loves to do me).  I thought

of this and smiled and he said, "Oh no Donny!  You

thought of something devious already?"  I just said

never mind.... he'll find out.     I knew what number

two wish was going to be too.

He opens his gift and sees the dildo picture on the

box and he gets hysterical with laughing.  It took him

so much by surprise he spit his tea out all over the

table and laughed as hard as I've ever seen him laugh.

 I've been spending a great deal of my time and effort

teaching Jimmy how to enjoy silly things.  He waste so

much of his time and energy on his college studies

what with his two majors and his ridiculous 'math

club' and all the other school related activities he

has.   He had this same mental block about  'fun' all

through High School too.          ( I didn't meet him

until half way through our junior year in high school

and we spent a lot of time getting me familiar with

gay boy sex  .. so obviously I didn't have a lot of

time to work on Jimmy's "fun deprivation'  problem

then.  He limited his 'fun' to gay sex with me which

is excellent as far as it goes.   There are a lot of

other kinds of fun though and these are the areas I've

 have been working with him on.)      Lately,  I'm

finally making some progress in developing his sense

of humor ....   his laughter at the dildo got

contagious and I couldn't help but join in too.  He

said he couldn't  believe I'd follow up on the stupid

dildo thing from four month ago.   Yeah, I guess a

dildo is a little 'stupid',.....even so I couldn't

help but notice he was sort of fondling the god damn

thing.

He's  staring at it, feeling the head and the fake

balls and opening his thumb and index finger as wide

as he could to kind of measure how long it is.  Then

burst out laughing again.  He manages to say "Donny,

I'm going to get this whole  thing up your boy pussy

tonight and you'll be squealing and yipping and

begging me to take it out.  Hey, does this thing have

batteries?" ( It doesn't. )  With all the laughing I

still thought I saw some tenting in Jimmy's boxers.

There certainly was serious tenting going on in mine.

He sure enjoyed his present but we had to cut the

frivolity short to get to our college classes.   The

possibility that all the time I spend in class will go

completely to waste is unthinkable;  so, to get the

most  out of the time spent in class,  I do a great

deal of day-dreaming there.  The day-dreaming almost

always has to do with  one sexy topic or guy which

hopefully will turn me on some.  Guess what I

day-dreamed about during that day's classes?  Yep,

that god damned eight foot, or rather, eight inch

dildo.  And, doing Jimmy 'doggy style' too.

That valentine afternoon, when he finally ran out of

things he could do at college,   Jimmy showed up at

our apartment with a grin on his face.  Nicest dimples

I've ever seen on a boy and I've been boy watching

since I was 10 years old.  So I consider myself an

expert on boys' looks.  He also has that light, clean

looking complexion that I find so appealing and

lick-able.  We can be wrestling around and I'll be all

sweaty but Jimmy usually looks cool, calm, clean and

lick-able.  The exception to this is that he does work

up a bit of sweat with sex; of course,  who doesn't?

He said  "OK Donny, where is my valentine present?"

 I tried to slow him down some but he wanted to give

it a go before dinner.  Well, nothing unusual about

that but it's usually me who is instigating the

afternoon sex. He almost always does all his work

before anything else.  Then double checks to be sure

he hasn't over looked anything.  The word 'tedious'

pops into my head.  It was a different ball game that

afternoon though.

We dropped most of our clothes on one of the twin beds

(we leave on        T- shirts and socks for a little

warmth) and get the lube.  Jimmy says it's his choice.

 He chooses sitting in our straight back bedroom chair

and he wants me to lay across his lap while he

"practices" with the dildo in my bum hole.  Laying

across his lap I think immediately of the 'bad nurse

screw' and that god damn enema he gave me way back

when, but when Jimmy starts twisting in the dildo my

mind jumps right back to current affairs.  I want him

to use his finger first and then the dildo but he said

he didn't remember getting a finger for valentine day.

 I suggested that he was wasting his time with all

this college crap  and perhaps he should follow a

career as a stand-up comedian.   No comment from Jimmy

and in went the dildo about two inches and I'm already

squirming and bitching that it hurts.

Jimmy is holding me on his lap by wrapping his left

arm around my back and side and around under my belly.

 My ass is right there for his right-handed

manipulation of the eight inch dildo.  "Jimmy, you

have got to go slower with that weapon!" I yell.   But

I can hear the muffled laughing and feel him shaking

with the effort to conceal it. "God damn you, this is

no laughing matter" I  squeaked out but felt myself

laughing too.  It was all so absurd.  He says "I'll

just shove this in the rest of the way and we can move

on to other things."  I scream and laugh at the same

time "No you don't" as I try to wiggle off his lap.

He's too quick and too strong and he twist the dildo

but  doesn't push it in too much more. Then he begins

his routine of slowly pushing it in a little more and

then  slowly pulling it out and then in a little bit

further  than the time before and so forth until I

complain it's in too far.  He'd back off some

temporarily but goes right back to the previous depth

and a tiny bit further and so on...

Actually it was beginning to feel OK  and at one point

I pushed my ass up off Jimmy's lap and onto the dildo

a little.  "No you don't you perve." He cries as he

pulls it out some and then tries to say something and

it comes out all wrong and we just lose it laughing.

It was me laying across his lap that made everything

too silly for words.  But laughter aside, it had all

somehow combined to make  Jimmy hot, hotter and

hottest.  With the dildo still in me about five inches

he let me slide off his lap onto my hands and knees

and all of a sudden there isn't any laughing coming

from Jimmy.  I'd felt Jimmy's boner early on and when

I looked back, from my position  on all fours, his

boner was sticking straight out... (just like the

dildo was sticking  out of me).

Jimmy said in a horse voice "Let's me try this Donny."

 He pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside and

positioned his cock at my hole.  Taking a deep breath

he  pushed all the way in me as he was exhaling.  Wow,

that dildo had done a good job of opening me up and

there was some pain but much less than usual.  More of

that squirmy, desirable feeling inside me that makes

me move on Jimmy's cock and take quick, short breaths.

 Jimmy didn't mess around with anything cute;  he just

fucked me rough and fast.  He was quickly huffing and

puffing and his roughness pushed me down onto my

forearms...

I lasted about four minutes but it was a hell of a

four minute ride, awesome feeling and I shot 4 or 5

separate blast up on my belly and then some on the

carpet as I tighten my hole ring as much as I could.

Jimmy lasted about 90 seconds longer and he had cum

spurting all over my ass cheeks.  He was temporarily

exhausted from the work-out and I was wasted a little

too.  We both lay down right there on the carpet,  me

laying in all my own cum as usual.  Well, that was a

blast!  I looked over and saw the dildo laying up

against the heavy door that separated our bedroom and

bathroom.

After  some time to wind down Jimmy said, "Damn Donny,

that dildo is a wicked turn-on." I just said

"Apparently!"    We struggled to our feet and cleaned

up a bit before putting our clothes back on.  Jimmy

had studies to do and I went out to buy us something

for dinner (I'd put some bunched-up toilet paper in

the bottom  of a pair of old jockey shorts I'd dug out

to wear instead of my boxers...the change of underwear

was for  purposes of absorbing  Jimmy's dripping cum

from my hole... ..

( I have to think of everything.)

 We'd decided on KFC  (Kentucky Fried Chicken) and I

got the original chicken, Cole slaw, biscuit and their

mash potato and gravy.  It's one of our favorite

dinners.     And I was hoping this wicked cute counter

boy would be working that late afternoon.  (He wasn't.

DAMN.  I'm thinking of sending a letter to the manager

demanding they post a work schedule so customers will

know who is working each night in advance.   All I

have to do now is come up with a reason for why

customers would care who's working each night.

hmmmmmm ........I'll come up with something.)

Even without the cute counter boy brightening my day,

I was still  real happy and for the time being Jimmy

had screwed some of my horniness out of me .  So I had

 a nice relaxed, comfortable feeling going for me.  We

had a great dinner and Jimmy asked  what my two wishes

were.  I told him that I wished I could fuck him doggy

style this coming  Friday night;   like he'd  done me

earlier.....that's number one.  And that I wanted him

to let me give him a haircut of my choosing for my

number two wish.  Jimmy said that I wasn't very

original.  He said he KNEW my two wishes would come

out of a list of three possibilities,  but he'd still

held out hope that I'd be original and surprise him..

I said sweetly, "Tough shit" ......               (As

I wondered what the third possibility was.    The one

I hadn't thought of. Hmmm)

The haircut wish is odd; I know that.  The thing is I

have a haircut fetish..nothing serious,  more a fun

thing.  Since I was about 11 years old I would get a

boner while getting a haircut.  In later years I

sometimes would cum in my pants while getting my

haircut.  At age 15 I started giving my buddies

haircuts and that gave me boners too.  (All of the

details about this topic have been covered in earlier

stories.)

  Jimmy knows about the fetish of course but he

doesn't like me to cut his hair.  The long and the

short of it is...  I take too long to finish and I

usually cut it too short.  He doesn't really care very

much how short it is, he just uses that as an excuse.

It's that I take too long... that's what  drives him

crazy.  He always has something he wants to do.  Some

place he has to be  in 10  minutes.  Stuff like that.

I take too long because I want it to last; it's a turn

on for me.  I'm trying to get smart and cut it faster

so he'll let me do it regularly but I always forget

myself and stretch it out.  It's just an extra way to

get a boner for me.  I really like it.  So that is

number two wish and Jimmy says,  "Sure, later

tonight."

We had classes the next day, of course, so we were

staying in for the evening.  When we'd finished eating

and Jimmy had finished all the college work it was 8pm

or so.  He said "OK Donny, let's get wish number two

out of the way and do the haircut."  So I got my

barber stuff out and we talked about our first night

in this apartment way back when...actually a year and

a half ago.  That night I gave Jimmy a haircut for the

first time.  I was having some serious problems

emotionally and he was so supportive it brings tears

to my eyes sometimes when I think about it.  And then

I think about what I'd be doing or where I'd even be

if Jimmy hadn't come into my life (and saved me).

Well, suffice to say  I can get emotional just

thinking about it all.    So instead of doing what I

thought I wanted to do and cut Jimmy's hair wicked

short (the way I like it to look)  I cut it the way he

was currently wearing it.   I'm such a softy.  I still

took my time though because I really like to comb and

cut  guys' hair.  Funny though,  just like sex.... I

only want to do it with guys around my own age ( 5

years or so older at most) or younger guys;       I do

not want to cut any old guys hair.  Why?...I don't

have a clue really.  It's all a mystery to me..... but

then,  I don't get to make up the rules of my fetish.

We were in real mellow moods by the time I was

finished stretching the haircut out as long as I could

(I stretched it out again;  I can't seem to help

myself).   I was taking off my shirt because of the

little prickly, clipped hair pieces.  Jimmy, who

wasn't wearing a shirt for the haircut,  was sitting

on the kitchen bar stool  brushing his  shoulders to

get the random loose hairs off.   It was dark in our

apartment except for the light over head in the

'barbershop'.  I'd stepped away from the bright area

and when I looked back  Jimmy's face was right there

close to mine, as though it had floated there out of

one of my dreams of him.

His face was right there so I put my mouth on his

mouth and felt Jimmy put his arms around my neck. I

could feel the warmth and smoothness of his chest and

stomach against me. His familiar smell that never

fails to excite me and the feel of his firm, young and

muscular body had me lightheaded.  We kissed like that

for a while and my cock was painfully pushing against

my blue jeans with it's wet head showing through.

Jimmy backed off a little and took my hand to lead me

into the bedroom.  We slowly, like we were actually in

a dream, finished undressing each other and we laid

down on one of the twin beds to kiss and lick  until I

began whispering his name.  Jimmy took his time lubing

my bum hole and he used the dildo again to loosen me

up some more. He took his time with it and I was eager

for his cock by the time he was done with the dildo.

Everything was real slow that night...stretched out,

just like I'd done with the haircut.  Eventually,

with me laying on my back, my legs on his

shoulders.... he fucked me in that same slow, dreamy

state we found ourselves in.  I didn't want it to end

but soon enough I saw strobe lights behind my eyeballs

and I shot a luscious-feeling load all up and down my

belly as I squirmed and squealed and tried to catch a

breath.  Jimmy filled me up shortly after that and

when he leaned down for a kiss I wrapped both my arms

around his neck and hugged him;  probably too tightly.

 I tried to think how I can be this lucky!   An

afternoon and an evening fuck from a guy who makes me

happy when I'm just looking at him......never mind

when he's fucking  me.....

Life resumed as usual and I was in my count down mode

till Friday night and a date with Jimmy's doggy style

fuck.  I love Thursday afternoons the best because I

usually have no classes on Friday and no part time

work at BK either.  Then the weekend!!  Jimmy, of

course, wasn't smart enough to arrange for three day

weekends and he always had class on Fridays and

actually often went in on Saturdays too.  Last year

that didn't happen and we use to have 'weekenders'

which means we stayed pretty much in bed all

weekend....Friday night to Monday morning doing stuff

to each other.  It hit me then that this was the

'third' wish possibility Jimmy was referring to; a

weekend in bed.  Damn, why didn't I think of that!!!

Jeez, sometimes for special events, I wish I had

Jimmy's brain.....  if I did I could have remembered

the weekender!

Friday night arrived and we ate some cheeseburgers and

fries (french fried potatoes and fried onion rings)

for dinner and drank some beers at a guy's apartment

the next building over from us.  Just relaxing and me

thinking about screwing Jimmy 'doggy' style a little

later on.      Then out of nowhere I began feeling

sickly and I went back to our apartment because I felt

like I was going to throw-up.  I'm standing over the

toilet waiting with that horrid feeling that preceeds

a  throw-up.......

And then I felt that  I had to take a wicked dump so I

dropped my  pants,  turned aound and sat down on the

toilet seat.   My face broke out in big sweat drops

that plopped down from my forehead onto my thighs as I

tried to decide what was going to happen to me first;

 was it going to be a crap or a puke.  I've never felt

so horrible.  Without too much in the way of details

I'll just say  I had the worse diarrhea of my life.

Although I felt like I was going to puke I never did

but the fear of doing both at the same time added to

my stress.  The sweats and diarrhea went on for a half

hour or so.  When I couldn't take it any longer I

cleaned up some and was so weak I literally crawled

into our bedroom, pulled a comforter off a bed and

went to sleep on the floor.

Jimmy woke me up 25 or 30 minutes later and I

explained what was going on.  He got me to bed and

gave me two Imodium something or other  pills to stop

the diarrhea.   I didn't even feel like talking so he

went back and had a couple more beers with our

neighbor while I slept.  Needless to say,  no doggy

style fuck for Jimmy that night.  None the next day

either because my stomach muscles really hurt;  like I

was punched in the stomach a couple of times.  Jimmy

was forcing me to drink kool aid for fluids following

some internet 'First Aid' treatment for  diarrhea.

Lot of soup too.  Solid food by Saturday night and I

was eating a lot by Sunday.   But now I realized I had

the opposite problem of diarrhea and was bound-up

tight and couldn't go to the bathroom.  On Sunday I

started to feel bad because  I couldn't do a #2

(which is a doody, for all you guys who have not

retained yours  toddler speak...

#1=pee pee   #2= doody).

Jimmy gave me a Fleet enema Sunday night because I

hadn't been able to go since Friday  and we didn't

want it to get any worse.  We discovered the Fleet

enemas a year or so ago.  It was just after Jimmy had

tortured me with that nightmare enema consisting of a

quart and a half of warm, soapy water  which turned

into a terrible mess  (that happened about a year

ago).  He thought he knew what he was doing then and

he kind of blamed me for the unfortunate outcome.

Anyway, we're in the Drug Store a couple weeks after

that happened when I spotted the little plastic

bottles of the Fleet enema.

I couldn't believe what I read on the box.  All that

was needed was 8 ounces of distilled water for most

constipation relief; not a quart and a half of soaping

warm water in my bowels like Jimmy insisted was

necessary.  He saw to it that I took most of it inside

me before all hell broke loose.   Anyway, I brought

this to his attention.  I showed him how this company

"FLEET" made their living from these enemas....they

are enema experts and they say 8  ounces is all you

need.  Jimmy read the box with a puzzled look on his

face and then blamed his grandmother for the whole

thing.  She was the one who gave him and his brother

and sister enemas years ago.

Jimmy is smart as hell about math, space/time; college

studies......but he doesn't know nearly as much as he

thinks he does about a lot of other things.  In any

case, when I need to be cleaned out (as we call it)

we use these little inexpensive enemas and they have

been very effective.  One of them worked this past

Sunday  too and I began to feel a lot better.

Even so,  of all the ways I could think of to fuck-up

a weekend this went right to the top of my list.  When

Jimmy could see I was beginning to feel a lot better

by later Sunday night he did a lot of moving  around

on his hands and knees saying "I don't know why I feel

like moving around like a dog, Donny.  It just feels

so good to be on my hands and knees."  I told him his

day would come and we'd see how he liked being on his

hands and knees with a little doggy style screwing

action going on behind him..   "Whatever are you

talking about now, Donny?" he said as he headed to the

kitchen with his ass raised up suggestively.  He'll

get his in due time.

We did some more dildo play the following week and it

was proving to be a really good way to open my tight

hole.  Jimmy worked it in till I squeaked out a

"No..too far!!"  He was getting it in around six

inches when I'd start pulling away.  This reinforced

his confidence that his boner was providing all I

needed but I still wanted to keep trying to take more

of the dildo.  After three years Jimmy's dick had

apparently established the norm inside me.  I was

willing to bet, with perseverance,  I could take all

eight inches and I wanted to see what it felt like.

This became fine with Jimmy because that perve was

getting off on sticking that thing in me.  He'd get

super hard boners himself and was following the dildo

play with some fabulous fucks that had me drooling

spit all over my chin from me licking my lips and

puffing out bursts of air and saliva.

By chance, the dildo was just a little bit smaller

around than Jimmy's boner so it was a great

progressive feeling for me.  I'm becoming a big dildo

fan (what a frigin surprise!  ).  We'd moved away from

me laying across Jimmy's lap because that got us too

silly.  Instead we tried the dildo in all the

positions Jimmy liked me in when he fucked me.  As

usual Jimmy was the boss and told me what position he

wanted me to get into.  The 'dominate' thing added to

my excitement and created tight, nice feeling boners

for me too,   over and above the stimulation of the

dildo.  Of course, there is always that aspect of

dildo play that Jimmy  could, any time he felt like

it,  push it all the way in me..  Being at his mercy

added to my hard-on.  So, I was enjoying myself

immensely!

After an excellent screwing from Jimmy one day last

week we were lying in bed talking about  dildos and

some of the other 'toys' available for sexy foreplay.

Jimmy said he simply wouldn't get involved with some

of the stuff but he liked the 'beads' idea.  I said

he'd like anything that went up my ass;  how about we

find some 'Jimmy toy'.  My idea was a nice 'ball

stretcher' for him.  This led to Jimmy's evaluation of

the whole topic and how he knew I'd be willing to try

many things that he simply wouldn't consider.  Then he

brought up our adventure in water sports as an

example.  We haven't tried that again since the

original incident of over one year ago.  Of course, we

don't judge anyone and certainly not someone into

water sports....hell, I've got that bizarre haircut

fetish so I'm not being critical of any  fetish.

This happened early on during our first year together

in the apartment.  We'd been at a frat party drinking

too much beer (again) and when we got back to our

place we were pretty ballooned.  We were still able to

make it through a routine fuck before falling asleep.

We have always slept together in one or the other of

the twin beds in our bedroom.  We like to get

tangled-up together.  (It's hard for me to get to

sleep now whenever I'm not sleeping with Jimmy.)   The

frat party was Friday night and early Saturday morning

Jimmy wakes me up so I would let go of him because he

has to take a pee.  I didn't want him to move because

I had him just the way I like him...me spooned up

behind him with my right leg over top his right leg

and my arm around his waist close enough to his cock

and balls that I can get my hand inside his boxers and

play with him whenever I felt like it.

Jimmy really needed to pee but it's cold in the room

and Jimmy is warm and he smells so good I want him

staying in bed.  "I got to take a piss!!, Donny".  So

I said he can pee in my mouth and I'd swallow it just

like I swallow his cum.  We're both still a little

drunk as we'd only stopped drinking four hours

earlier.  It was 6am and we got home about 2am.  Jimmy

says to hurry up then  and get his dick in my mouth.

I was excited to try something new so I go under the

covers and fish Jimmy's semi-soft cock out of the fly

of his boxers.  I put the head in between my lips and

wait.  Jimmy has both his hands on my head just like

he does when I'm blowing him.  His cock gets a little

bit firmer but not boned at all.  Waiting...nothing.

My head comes out of the covers "What's holding you

up, Jimmy?"  He says he can't get started. I tell him

to just relax, this is cool.  Relax, that's the key.

Jimmy shakes his head and says "The things I do for

you."        "Duh, Jimmy; this is something I'm doing

for you."  He say, "Well do it for Christ sake....I

got to go."  Back down under the covers and this time

I pull his boxers down onto his thighs.  His cock head

goes between my lips and I take a handful of his balls

to squeeze a little.  He's cupping the back of my neck

with his right hand and resting his left hand on top

of my head.  Almost immediately I feel a couple

dribbles and it taste like pee smells sometimes.

Acrid and pee flavored water I think to myself as I

swallow it.   When his relaxed flow starts however I

know right away that we're in for a disaster.   No way

can I swallow that much pee that fast and to make

matters worse, some pee goes down my windpipe!   I

pull away from his peeing cock to cough and choke...

trying to get the couple of drops of pee up and out of

my windpipe.

Jimmy is pulling on the back of my neck screaming for

me to get his dick back in my mouth, but forget about

that.  When you have liquid in your windpipe

everything is turned over to the body's involuntary

reactions.   I had no control over it.   Fits of

coughing as Jimmy unloads his big beer pee on me, his

legs and the bed.  It's really difficult to  stop once

it's going full force and after trying to stop he just

gives up and  lets it pee itself out.  "Any more

fucking brain storms Donny?   Any other great ideas.

Any fucking thing at all?   Let's try anything that

pops into your warped brain!!"     From me it's

"Cough, cough, cough and louder more violent COUGH,

COUGH" until my windpipe is cleared.

As soon as my windpipe is clear I said,  "Look at this

fooking mess you've made Jimmy!"  I'm  trying  to go

on the offense right off the bat; while still hoping

for a touch of comedy to lighten the moment.  I'm

drenched in pee and the bed covers are soaked through

all the way to the mattress.  Jimmy's legs are wet

with his own piss and he is thrashing around to get

out of this toilet/bed.  Quite a lot of   "God damn it

Donny"    and     "This sucks Donny"   and stuff like

that.  The idea had initially given my willy a tight

feeling and it had been getting up to granite hardness

when all hell broke loose.  It was way down from

granite hardness to more like cold, spaghetti-noodle,

flimsy.    Jimmy's right;  this did suck!!

He stalked off to the bathroom and I said "Jimmy...?".

 I tried to duplicate the look that Oliver had when he

said "May I have some more, Sir?" (Oliver Twist....

It's a pathetic look)  Jimmy looked back at me for a

second as I stood there covered in pee doing my

pathetic look and he said, "Oh alright, come on then,

we'll both squeeze into that ridiculously small

shower."  I flashed him a big smile as his reward for

getting it right.  The smile didn't seem to impressed

him all that much.

This was well over a year ago and it was the first

time we ran the unit out of hot water, but not the

last time.  We stand in the little shower chest to

chest with our arms around each other and our chins on

each others shoulders.  It looks like we're dancing to

a wicked hot, slow number.  The water pressure is

excellent and a big flow pours down on us.  It feels

great to have really warm water pouring down on us.

We circle around slowly so all of our body parts are

getting their share of the water.  After a long while

we'll change position with me holding Jimmy from

behind so the entire front of him gets soaked.  I

usually wack him off in that position using lots of

soap and water.  Then we switch and he returns the

favor.

We can stay under the shower for 20 to 25 minutes or

so and then the water begins to lose it's warmth so we

get out.  Well this is all swell for us but that hot

water heater is for all four units so the next guy who

jumps in his shower, in one of the other units,  gets

only cold water.  The infrequent times we use the huge

bathtub results in the same thing.  We use up all four

units worth of hot water.  Of course in an hour or so

the water is reheated but that doesn't do much good

for the guy who needs to grab a quick shower and off

to a date or appointment of some kind and all he gets

is cold water..

We didn't get in trouble that first time but, more

recently after a shower incidence where we used up all

the buildings hot water  a notice was delivered to all

units regarding the matter.  The 'super' for the

building rang our doorbell and I answered.  I didn't

know the supers name but he knew mine.

  He explained about the one hot water tank for all

four units in our building and how much water and how

long it took to heat up and stuff like that.  I nodded

at him as if I understood, or cared.  He's one of

those people that seem, even standing still, to be in

a hurry.  I keep looking at him stupidly and he hands

me a notice that everyone will be getting about this

problem.  Apparently there have been complaints but

the culprit is still unknown;  it has to be one of the

four units though.

I gave Jimmy the notice later and after he read it he

said, "Fuck em if they can't take a joke" and he

crumpled it up and tossed it in the waste basket.  I

felt this was a good indication that I was having a

positive effect on Jimmy's general outlook.  When we

first met he would have been all concerned about this

and carry on about being fair and so forth.  Now it's

"Fuck em."

After that shower had cleaned all the pee off of us

Jimmy went to sleep in the other twin bed. I had to

clean up the pee bed so  I pulled all the bedding off

and shoved half into each of the two pillow cases.

Throwing the comforter on top of the stuffed pillow

cases I headed for the kitchen for the Clorox spay

cleaner and saturate the mattress where the pee had

stained it dark.  I rinsed and scrubbed and rinsed and

left it to dry.  After putting on a T- shirt and

pajama bottom and Jimmy's flip flops I grabbed some

money and took the dirty, pee bedding to the basement

Laundromat and started the wash cycle.  This made me

think about my basement at home and the pee problems

I'd had there.  That brought me down some.... and I'd

wanted to have fun with Jimmy and his pee.  Obviously

not to be....life can be hard.

BTW, for those of you who don't know; urine is

sterile.  I learned that on-line from some erotic

story or another so I wasn't afraid of Jimmy's pee

from the stand point of germs etc.  Not that we worry

about each others germs all that much in the first

place.

All of that was ancient history though, as  we lay

together in bed last week and went over this year-old,

water-sport adventure in minute detail.   Strange, but

everything seemed funny as hell from our perspective

now.  It seems that disaster, plus time equals a funny

story.  Of course, this only holds true if nothing

seriously bad happened.  I told Jimmy that in

retrospect I can see clearly that the whole mess was

caused because he'd been inadequately potty trained.

He said he was inclined to believe it had something to

do with me not doing what I said I said I was going to

do.  Details!

In any case we both swear we can smell that stale pee

smell when we're sleeping in  that twin bed, even a

year later.  We turned the mattress over and sprayed

it with many things but we still smell Jimmy's pee.

That was the extent of our water sport endeavors.  I

crossed off    "Taste Jimmy's piss"   from my list of

things to do......and moved on.

Still very much looking forward to my valentine

present ( screwing Jimmy doggy style) I patiently

waited for Friday.  It finally did arrive and all

systems were go.  We'd been meticulous about keeping

the dildo clean after each play time...and BTW this is

a good lesson for you younger kids; always keep your

sex toys picked-up and cleaned.  They'll be ready for

more fun next time!  (This has been a public service

announcement.)

So my plan was to play around with the dildo loosening

Jimmy up in preparation for his much anticipated

'doggy' style fuck.  Much anticipated by me, that is.

I skipped the cheeseburgers and fried foods that may

have caused the trouble last Friday.  I skipped the

beer too.  Instead we had pizza for dinner and rum and

coke for our alcohol of choice.  Much healthier. ha

ha.  Man, I was feeling great.  Jimmy too.

After just the perfect amount of rum and coke  (Jimmy

got more rum in him then I got in me because I was

making the drinks..  planning ahead and being a touch

devious is more good advise for the younger readers)

I suggested we step into the bedroom.  It was just

after 9pm.  Jimmy was nicely juiced up and in a very

sexy mood.  I said that this is my 'wish' so he had to

do what I wanted.  He's shaking his head 'yes' and he

had his usual  smirk on his face.  I undress him

totally...no socks, no T-shirt, no nothing.   leaving

my clothes on for now , just to show him who was boss.

 I  grabbing a handful of hair from the back of his

head and  I pulled him to me for kind of a rough, hard

kiss on his mouth.

Jimmy's like "Wha the?"   I tell him to "shut up" and

he straightens up and pulls his head away from me a

little with a puzzled look on his face.  I have to

explain we're doing a role reversal and he has to go

along with me and play his part.  He has to be

submissive tonight.  He's a great guy and says "OK

Donny, we'll do it your way, after all this is your

valentine present."  I tell him, "and don't you forget

it!"   I still had his hair held in my fist and I

pulled his head to me again and licked across his

mouth a number of times.  He involuntarily opens his

mouth and his tongue is right there so I lick it. We

are helplessly into licking each other and Jimmy's

arms go around me and we lick and kiss each other

until we fall over on the little twin bed.

I'm still pulling his hair without even realizing it

because  making-out with Jimmy is so hot and exciting

for me.  His cock is hard and up against his stomach.

Mine is hard and poking my pants out.  It's also wet

and dripping a little. I pulled my head away from

Jimmy and swung my right leg over him so I could

straddle his waist.  His face is as red as mine felt

and we're both panting a little.  His chest is moving

up and down getting oxygen.  I pull down my fly and

pull out my wet boner as I squirm down Jimmy's taut,

smooth body until my boner is right at his lips.  I

put a knee on each of his biceps and put two fingers

in his mouth as I tried to look tough.  He looked me

right in my eyes as he sucked on my fingers.

 When I look at him I always think he must be a pure

pedigree boy of some type or other.  He couldn't be a

mongrel like me   ..he has such fine features; not

necessarily the cutest guy ever but more like a really

nice looking guy.  His natural eyebrows are narrow and

perfectly shaped, he has long eyelashes, light brown

eyes with dark brown high lights, clear skin, a nice

straight hair line with shiny, full bodied light brown

hair.  The whitest teeth and perfect full lips.

And, of course, the freaking dimples when he smiles

can get my willy to stand up fast..

I stared at his face  as he stared into my eyes and

sucked on my fingers.  It was weird, but erotic as

hell too.  I shook my head to snap myself out of it,

pulled my fingers out of his mouth and slid my

dripping boner in between his lips.  Jimmy was really

in the mood  and he tongued my cock and reached up to

squeeze my nuts.  I was kneeling on his bicep but he

bent his arm and just barely reached my nuts.   He

squeezed them hard enough so that I raised up off his

chest for a few seconds, threw my head back and gasped

at the thrill of the pain.  Then I sat back down on

his chest as he maintained the pressure on my balls

causing my eyes to tear and blink rapidly but I was

wicked turned on and hot.

  Pushing my hips toward his face he took my whole

boner in his mouth with the head entering his throat;

my sparse pubes covered his lips and when I pulled up

out of his throat a little he took a big breath and

then his exhale through his nose blew my pubes around

in the breeze he'd caused.  Down his throat again, out

for his breath and back in again until I got a good

rhythm for fucking his mouth and throat.  It didn't

last long and I shot a number of spraying blast of cum

in his throat, mouth and lastly as I pulled out

squealing, spraying some cum on his face.

 During the oral sex I'd reached around me so I could

be jerking on Jimmy's rock hard bonner.  I stopped

when I was cuming but after catching my breath I moved

down and over that hard boner  to sit on his thighs.

And I milked his cock  slowly until he was squirming

under me and moaning.  When he came it was a nice

squirt up his belly and some drops on his chest and

nipples followed by five squirts each one smaller than

the preceding one.  I squeezed his cock hard to get

every drop of cum up and out of him.   Then  I lay

down on his chest and kept the side of my face next to

his as we both did short, fast little breaths.  We

didn't talk at all for ten minutes or so.

Then I said "You've been a good boy so far so I'm

going to give you a break before I doggy fuck you. "

Jimmy asked, in an over-done little meek voice "What

should I do while I'm waiting to get my fuck?"  I told

him to get his ass in the bathroom and get a hot bath

ready for us.  He scampered away and I went in our

tiny kitchen to make us a couple more rum and cokes.

This was all a hell a lot of fun and I laughed some to

myself as I carried the drinks into our bathroom.

He was just about to add some kind of bath beads to

the running water in the tub when I stopped him.  The

fact is I'd rather smell Jimmy than some fooking bath

beads.  He took his drink and I told him that his

barely acceptable blow job had merely whetted my

appetite for some gay sex. I kept up a line of BS as I

undressed and got ready to step into that tub of hot

water.

As he climbed in after me I told him that later he was

in for the doggy fucking of his young life...that

before I was done with him his eyes would be sticking

out on stalks like you see in cartoons.  And then some

more BS on top of more BS.  Just goofing around.  He

tried not to smile or chuckle; he was trying to be

submissive but he had virtually no experience at being

a sub himself.  He just tried to exaggerate my past

submissive behavior and I had a few good laughs at

that.  I tried to turn my laughs into coughs.  We

eventually   listened to  "The Best Of Van Morrison"

CD  and talked over some of the songs we weren't crazy

about.  It was great just sitting in that big tub with

Jimmy between my legs and his back up against my

chest, my arms around him near his belly button. And

he did smell a hell of a lot better than bath beads.

We were both basking in the glow of our recent

climaxes and were both sincerely happy to be exactly

where we were.  The conversation was all over the

place.  I asked him who had the best tasting cum;  me

or his cousin?  Jimmy said he wasn't crazy...did I

think there was any chance he'd say his cousin's cum

tasted better than mine?  Did I think he was an

idiot??  He said that knowing me for three years there

was only one possible answer  to my question and it

was that my cum tasted ten times better than his

cousins.  I said "I thought it probably was more like

25 times better than his old fart cousin."  Jimmy said

that he meant to say 25 times better. But, he said...

his cousin wasn't old, he was only two years older

than us.  Well, he looks older etc etc..

We talked about the other times we had used this big

old tub and it turned out, counting this time,   we'd

only used it six times in the

eighteen months we'd had the apartment.  We went into

details about the time he'd made me pee my pants and

the great time we'd had in the tub AFTER I'd peed

myself.  We blamed each other for that incident in a

joking way.  The warning notices our apartment unit

keeps getting about someone using up all the hot water

had us howling with laughter because we were in the

process of doing just that right now.

We moved on to Jimmy giving himself all the credit for

getting him and me together and we argued about that

in a good natured way.  We laughed about silly stuff

that if I wrote down for you it would make my face get

red from embarrassment....it was just too corny.  We'd

run out of rum with the last drinks and the new water

running into our tub was getting cool.  It was close

to an hour and a half since we first got in the tub.

We were a little wrinkled.  The tub time lasted much

longer than the shower time because we had the hot

water on low for a bath;  just enough to keep the

water at the proper temperature.  In the shower we

blasted it hard straight through until the water began

to get cool.

Neither one of us was very tired.  Truth is we both

had a little buzz on from all the rum that night.  I

reasserted my role as the dominate one and told Jimmy

to pull the plug and get us some towels.

We dried each other off real well and went back in our

bedroom.  "Assume the position boy.  Get on your hands

and knees." I said and then I slapped his ass cheek

with a pretty good slap. "Yip!" he goes...

and then he went right down on all four.  That gave me

a little woody right off the bat.  I'd put the lube

and the dildo on the night stand earlier so I grabbed

Jimmy's hair again and pulled him over between the

twin beds,  right in front of the night stand.

I took my time with the lube and really worked my

finger in and up Jimmy's wicked tight hole.  He was on

his knees with his ass up in the air and he was

leaning his forearms on the carpet with his forehead

resting on top of his arms.  He looked relaxed and

comfortable.  As I had fun fingering him I reflected

on how neither Jimmy or I have any hair on our ass.

That's kind of rare.  I barely have any hair (except

little light hairs) on my arms and legs, a little

under my arms but that's it except for a sparse pube

area.  Jimmy does have hair on his lower legs but none

on his thighs and very little on his arms.  We both

have been getting a little whisker action the last

year but not a hell of a lot to be honest.  Jimmy's

ass cheeks are really hot looking; very smooth, cream

colored, firm and nicely rounded.  Totally choice!!

I fingered his hole for ten minutes and he let a few

purring sounds escape his lips.  Finger fucking is

something we did a lot of in our early times together.

 It feels good to us.

I was anxious to use the dildo so I cut short the

finger fucking a little although I really liked seeing

Jimmy enjoying it so much.  Both of us had nice

boners; not steel, but good and hard.  Lubing the

dildo got me harder and that feeling of power to be

controlling how far and how hard I was going to insert

it  into Jimmy got me a little bit harder still.  I

got two fingers in his hole for a couple minutes then

pushed in the   head of the dildo.  It was harder to

get in then I expected and I had it lubed as much as a

dildo can be lubed.  Jimmy raised up on his hands and

said "Ouch, that hurts!  I'm not kidding Donny, that's

too tight."   I couldn't work up any dominate tough

talk to say to that,  but at least I didn't pull  out

the dildo like I'd normally do.

Leaving just the head of the dildo in him I rubbed his

back and the back of his head and neck gently; I

reached under him and gently massaged his cock and

balls.  They remained flaccid and Jimmy was breathing

with short burst so I knew it was still hurting him

(Damn it!!) but I gave it some time and he began

breathing easier.  I kept rubbing

his hair and reaching under to rub his nipples which

began to firm up.  More massaging of his cock and

balls and I could feel a little firmness there too.  I

pushed on the dildo expecting it to be as tight as it

was initially but it wasn't and it went in about four

inches.  Jimmy raised his head up and blew a long

stream of air out but that was it.

I waited a minute or two while I did more massaging of

his hardening cock and Jimmy let out a little moan.  I

was so happy to hear a sound of pleasure from him I

got on my knees next to him and kissed and licked his

face.  He turned his head towards me and we kissed

each other warmly and with a wonderful deep feeling.

I was rock hard  now and looking back to see the last

three inches of the dildo sticking out of Jimmy almost

set me off.  Precum dripped out of my pee hole and my

cock was shiny bright red.  I was breathing in burst

now myself.

I took the dildo and slowly pulled it out until just

it's head remained in his hole and then pushed it back

in all the way till just about an inch and a half was

sticking out.  With that move Jimmy had now taken more

than I'd been able to take after two weeks of screwing

around with it. I didn't know what to make of that but

Jimmy seemed to like it..  I began to slowly pull out

and push the dildo in until quickly  Jimmy was

wiggling and squirming and moaning.  I kept this up or

five or six minutes.   I was getting it all the way

in, all eight inches and right up to the rubber nuts

at the end.  I was breathing harder than Jimmy was as

I pulled it out seven inches or so and pushed in all

the way back in.  He squirmed and moaned and rotated

his ass some.  Jesus, it was hot!

   Jimmy's positive reaction was totally  unexpected

and  it was such a turn-on to me I was afraid I'd

shoot my load before I even got to enter him.  If I

fucked him much more with that dildo I'd be shooting

my load all over Jimmy's legs.   Because of this I

decided I'd better pull the dildo  all the way out and

hump into him myself.

  When I pulled the dildo  out of him  Jimmy said "OH,

OH  No. Don't"    I interpreted this to mean he'd

rather have it still in him so I quickly positioned

myself behind him, bent my legs some and pushed my

hard cock head into him.  He pushed back on me and

rolled his head around some.  I slowly, just like I

did with the dildo, slowly went all the way in till my

balls lay on his ass  crack.  Jimmy moaned "Oh yeah,

Donny"  That was the best response I'd ever heard from

Jimmy while fucking him.

I'm convinced that guys have a "time of the month"

just like girls when they're at their hottest....with

guys it isn't once a month but I think it's like every

two months or so.  I don't know exactly but I'm sure

it's something because sometimes I get much more

turned on then other times.  And I think I just got

lucky with Jimmy that night and he was really

responding well because it was "his time"or his cycle

or whatever.  Or maybe I'm all wet!  But I do know

that Jimmy was enjoying this more than any other time

I'd fucked him...enjoying this MUCH more than any

other time!

Jimmy was pushing back at my thrust into him as I held

on tight to his hips.  My boner felt as long as the

dildo even though I knew it wasn't.  All around my

balls was a strong tingling feeling and the head of my

cock itched.  Every time I thrust into Jimmy his head

bumped into the night table that was right in front of

him, between the twin beds.  He grunted with each

thrust, pushing back on my crotch with his ass when I

was in him the deepest.  Every thrust made me go

"UMPH!"  I was flush with lust and began to grind into

his hole with each quick penetration.  I'd switched my

 hands so I had one gripping each of his shoulders to

enable me to pull into him with some force.

I gave him thirty seconds of fast humps in and out

followed by thirty seconds of slower humps with the

grinding and without thinking about it I smacked his

ass cheek with each thrust for 15 or 20 seconds.  It

was a dizzying feeling and it was just on the edge of

being too much because, at one point,  I thought I'd

pass out from the intensity of the sensations.  For

one thing Jimmy really had switched places with me.

I'd never seen him so turned on or so 'hot' from

getting fucked.  That alone was driving me near crazy.

I felt my damn eyes tearing again with desire; my

desire to cum as I continued to plow into a willing

Jimmy who was now making all kinds of pleasure sounds.

 Taking me by surprise,  he lurched his hips forward

almost pulling off my cock, and arching his back with

his head thrown back he made a strangling sound and

splashed cum up on his stomach. I knew he was cuming

because for the first time ever I felt his ring close

tight around my cock with each of his ejaculation and

I squealed out, as usual, and shot my load up inside

Jimmy.  I shot with each of his contractions.  I

always cum first but not this time and so I felt that

fabulous tight muscle ring strangle my cock.  A thrill

I already wanted to experience again.

Jimmy was sweating and moaning and pulling on his cock

with one hand; the other hand on the floor holding him

up.  I pulled out of his hole after a while and sort

of sat on his ass cheeks.  I was weak and still felt

dizzy but my groin and stomach and thighs all had that

familiar electric buzzing feeling that I loved with a

passion.  My toes were still curled and my whole body

felt wired tight.    I concentrated on the feelings so

I wouldn't miss any.  But the coming down part started

and so I managed to flop over on the bed while Jimmy

just laid in his own cum.     (for a change instead of

me laying in mine).

Our hearts were pounding and we needed a lot of oxygen

to make up for not breathing in enough during the sex.

 I felt bad that this was one of the few times we

weren't laying together after sex but Jimmy seemed

content on the floor.  I could hear his deep

breathing.  In a few minutes he got up and collapsed

next to me with his arm around me.

I held his hand.  I know I tend to say this a lot but

I really think this was my favorite fuck so far.  And

I was the one doing the fucking so this is rare

indeed.

After a while Jimmy told me it might be the best fuck

he'd ever got.  My head began to swell (the one on my

shoulders).  He said his cousin's cock was too big for

him really and he, Jimmy, never felt wonderful about

getting fucked.    When his cousin was screwing him,

there were periods of time that it felt great but

mostly it was pain or too close to pain for Jimmy to

really get into it.  When I fucked him it was a real

good feeling but still  nothing as hot as when he was

fucking me;  from his point of view, that is.  But

this doggy style fuck I'd just given him had  lots of

good prostrate action and overall it was great for him

and he had cum wicked hard.  Felt fabulous..... He

wanted to do doggy style from now on when I screwed

him.  YEAH!  No more vanilla fucks.   All this

positive feed back and  I was still feeling the

buzzing around my cock and balls from cuming...the

whole thing was fantastic.  More than I ever dreamed

of.

In time we got up and got bottles of water to drink,

cleaned ourselves up some and brushed our teeth.  Then

we did some wonderful hugging and rubbing back in bed;

 but not much talking.  I know we both felt like it

was all pretty much perfect.  The dildo will be a part

of our screwing around for a while and then the

novelty will wear off and we'll do something else.

Meanwhile, I still want to feel the whole eight inches

of dildo inside me so there is always something to

look forward to,  if you have the right attitude that

is.  With Jimmy I have the right

attitude.......without him,  I don't.  I love to go to

sleep with him.

Donny