muscle. He had an eight-pack, if that’s possible—that’s just how fit he was. He didn’t have any body hair on his torso at all—and not because he’d shaved it for swimming. He was completely smooth and all I wanted to do was run my hands along his glistening wet skin. I had to concentrate on the food not to get a hard-on right then and there.
By this time, the apartment was positively sweltering, so I said fuck it, and took off my shorts. After all, I was wearing a cute new pair of boxers that stretched just the tiniest bit around my crotch so you could make out the outline of my big soft cock and balls—hanging out for the world to see in that heat.
“Good idea,” Peter said, still grinning. He took his shorts off, too, only he was wearing a tight, white little pair of cotton Calvin Klein briefs, which were almost see-through from all the sweat they had soaked up. I was breathless. He had a huge, bulging package that stretched the briefs even though he wasn’t hard at all. I could just make out the outline of his cock snaking over the round sack of his balls. All I could think about is how I wanted to rip the briefs off and chow down on his dick.
I realized I was staring at Peter’s crotch, and looked up to his face, where I found his eyes right on mine. I laughed uncomfortably, making an excuse. “It’s just too hot in here.”
Stepping right up to me so that our stomachs were almost touching and I could smell his salty odor, Peter continued to look me in the eye and then put his hand to my face. He used his finger to wipe away a single drop of sweat that was rolling from my forehead down my cheek, and then he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it up.
“I’d say it’s just hot enough,” he said.
I almost laughed at the line, but he was dead serious. In a moment, I turned off the stove burners with one hand and then wrapped my other arm around his waist and pulled him into a kiss.
Our sweaty chests slapped together with the force of my movement, but neither of us flinched. We just kept kissing each other. And kissing and kissing and kissing. First our lips caressed one another’s, then our tongues furtively pressed their way into each other’s mouths. Once that threshold had been overcome, we went at each other full tilt, probing each other’s mouths, groping each other’s lithe, young bodies, and pulling at each other’s thick hair. His mouth tasted like sweat and salt and wine. I couldn’t get enough of it.
Though I had already come out and been with a few boys, this was the most passionate kissing I had ever experienced. I was making every moment, every movement, every minute detail count because it was almost too good to be true. One of the most gorgeous boys I’d ever seen up close—a boy whom I had thought was straight until a few moments before—had chosen me and was about to make love to me. I wanted to pinch myself, except Peter was doing it for me, tweaking my nipples until they were scarlet.
Grabbing my ass with both hands, he pulled me off the ground. It wasn’t hard for him since he was bigger than me and so strong. Using his momentum, I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his hips, clinging to his neck with my arms.
Carrying me with giant strides, Peter took us over to the bed, where he bent over and laid me down gently. I let go of him with my arms and legs, and he straightened up a little.
“Everything okay?” I asked, suddenly unsure of our momentum.
He smiled and ran his fingers through my short, spiky brown hair. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
Then he lowered himself down on top of me, and we continued our kissing. At this point, our underwear was merely a formality. My boxers were practically around my ankles by now, and Peter’s fully erect cock was poking out over his waistband.
I quickly pulled off both our drawers and grabbed onto Peter’s ass. I had never felt such a big mass of muscle in my life. There wasn’t a gram of fat on it, and when he flexed it, it was like two big stones grinding his crotch into my pelvis. I squeezed even harder, clawing into his ass cheeks with my fingers and leaving bright red marks where I had kneaded into the muscle.
We took a second to get a breath, and I spat into my hand and latched it onto his cock. Like the rest of Peter, it was big and long and hard and smooth. There was a single vein that ran along the top of his shaft and forked near where it met the completely symmetrical helmet head. The skin was so soft and smooth—there were only a few curling little hairs growing on it, and it wasn’t rough or rubbery like my own thick cock skin. The shaft ended in a small, glossy tuft of blond pubic hair that barely curled because it was so fine.
When my hand was nice and wet with a big wad of my spit, I worked my fingers up and down the head and shaft of Peter’s cock. I got it lubed up and slippery, and started to jack him off—but gently. He was moaning pretty loudly and his eyelids were fluttering, but I didn’t want him to come yet. Not before I’d had a little more fun.
I pretty much had him where I wanted at this point. His muscles were twitching involuntarily, and he had laid his sopping wet head down on my chest as his breathing became more and more uneven.
“Not yet,” I teased.
He lifted his head and looked up at me, grinning. My cock was completely solid and straining to be sucked, so I rolled Peter over and climbed on top of him.
I sat my ass down on his crotch so that our nutsacks were rubbing up against one another. Mine was tight and pulled up close to my body from the stimulation. I had a few coarse dark hairs covering it. But Peter had a beautiful pair of low-hangers—two perfect globes swinging at the bottom of his huge velvety sack. As I swiveled my hips back and forth, our balls tickled one another and we both gasped.
I leaned forward so that my cock was pressed flat against his. Mine was a little shorter, but thicker than his, and the friction that I generated as I swayed back and forth on his hips felt as if I were kindling a fire with our two dicks. We both sighed with pleasure. But I still wasn’t ready.
I sat up on my knees and scooted up Peter’s body so that my cock was level with his face.
“Ever suck cock before, swim boy?” I asked, half joking.
But Peter was completely serious. “No,” he answered. “But will you let me?” He curled his lips back to show me his perfect, straight white teeth and his pink curling tongue.
“Get started,” I said, ramming almost my entire cock into his mouth. I did it to be cruel a little bit and to show him who was in charge. I might have been smaller and not as strong, but he was going to do what I wanted.
Peter spluttered and gagged when my cock punched into the back of his throat, but he didn’t spit it out and he didn’t complain. His eyes started to water as he greedily slurped on my cock, keeping it rammed all the way down his throat as he sucked for all he was worth and used his tongue to lap at the bottom of my shaft.
I nearly lost it, looking down at him working away at my member. But I looked back and saw that Peter’s cock was starting to go limp, so I pulled my dick out of his mouth with a big sucking pop sound, and turned around to work on him. I took tiny teasing swipes at the tip of his cock with my tongue, coaxing it back into life. As soon as it began to stir, I ran my tongue gently up and down the sides and bottom, making it twitch.
Meanwhile, I moved my own hips so that my junk was dangling right over Peter’s mouth. He was a quick study and before I knew it, we were both working on each other at once. As soon as he had gotten comfortable running his mouth up and down my penis, I started to pump my hips gently, fucking his mouth. He got it, and stopped moving his head so that I could thrust at my own rhythm, delving deeper and deeper into
