Jason and Lane

From the first time I saw him I knew I was in love. It was most definitely not a crush that would be short lived and in the long run forgotten. My desires ran deep, a need for intimacy. Being who I was, and who he was, I always thought I’d never have a chance. Being this as it may, I knew that he would never give into my fantasies.

He avoided me extensively. To me it seemed like a deep rooted hatred. Although the idea plagued me as absurd being that Lane did not have any reasons, any under the pale blue sky to hate me. Lane and I had never formally met until he started dating my sister, Jessica.

Jessica and Lane were always joined at the hip. They would spend countless hours in our living room laughing, giggling, and having a good time. Truthfully, they were hardly ever on planet Earth, they were absorbed in their own little universe. Jessica and Lane spent so much tome in the living room that it was completely impossible not to see them lounging on the couch, snuggled in each other’s embrace. Sometimes I would take my laptop into the living room and sit on the far side of the room and pretend to be doing something on the computer while secretly I was checking Lane out.

One day in June, there was a knock on the door. Being I was the only person home I answered the door. It was Lane, wearing a pair of blue jeans that he filled stunningly.

He asked, “Is Jess here?”

I replied, “No, but she’ll be getting home real soon. If you want come in and wait for her.”

He walked across the thresh hold, seated himself in the chair across from the couch. I sat on the couch and resumed watching the TV. Lane sat in the chair and twiddled his thumbs. Ten minutes had gone by and the phone started ringing. I hopped up, grabbed the receiver, and said, “Hello?”

My sister Jessica’s voice on the other side said, “Jason that you?”

I replied, “Yes.”

Jess replied, “Did Lane come over yet?”

I answered, “Yup, he’s sitting in the living room.”

Jessica asked, “Would you please put him on the phone?”

“Sure will, hold on a sec.” I pressed the phone against my chest. “Lane it is Jess and she wants to talk to you.”

Lane got up from his roost, grabbed the phone. For a brief moment our fingers touched, I felt a little electric charge pass between. My dick grew to a semi erect state. I shuffled back to the living room, sat on the couch and adjusted myself so the slight bulge in my pants wasn’t noticeable. I could hear Lane talking to Jess in the other room.

“Hi honey.”
“No I understand.”
“Love you too.”

Click, I heard as the phone met the base. Lane walked back into the living room and sat in the same chair.

I asked, “Everything okay? You look a little distraught.”

Lane answered, “Yeah everything is fine. She just canceled our plans, so now I have the night to myself.”

I said, “You’re more than welcome to stay here until you feel like leaving.”

Lane said, “Thanks, I’ll probably hang here for a little while then go home.”

I switched the TV to a channel that was playing NCIS. An hour later the show was over and a stupid show game on.

Lane asked, “Mind switching the channel?”

I handed him the remote. While handing him the remote I moved into a compromising position exposing my semi-erect cock. I caught Lane’s eyes looking at the slight bulge of my engorged cock. While I was turning around I caught Lane’s eyes, winked and turned moved my legs to make the bulge more visible. He pretended not to be staring, but he blushed. He switched the TV to a channel that was playing Jeopardy.

An hour later after Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune had ended Lane broke the silence.

“I think it is about time I left.”

I got up and saw him to the door. He stepped onto the welcome mat, turned back to face me.

He said, “We should hangout again sometime.”

After that he leaned in and kissed me. My mind was racing, I contemplated breaking the kiss but to my ecstatic brain. That was not an option. Lane’s tongue was trying frantically to pry my lips apart. I willing obliged. My mouth opened and his tongue did not hesitate. His tongue tasted, felt, and observed every square inch of my mouth. I fought his tongue back and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I explored the moist, warm, inviting cavern. I detected the slight hint of minty tooth paste. The taste on his breath was great.

He, to my dismay, broke the kiss.

Lane said, “You won’t believe how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

I said sheepishly, “I… Err… Um… Same here…”

I looked Lane square in the eyes. It was my philosophy that a person’s eyes will tell what they wanted to say but what their mouths wouldn’t. Lane’s eyes shone radiantly. They were dark chocolate brown with streaks of black in them.

I reached out and groped his newly developed bulge. I groped it like it was a new toy. A fragile toy I had just gotten and was afraid of breaking. Lane nuzzled his face into my neck. He kissed the nape of my neck ever so softly. I couldn’t help but let out a moan. This encouraged him to keep doing it. I pulled away.

“Let’s take this inside.” I said, leading him back into the house by his dick. I threw the door shut and locked it.

I lead Lane to my room in the attic. We got to my room. I closed the door and locked it. I started kissing Lane again. His hands tentatively roamed my body. His hands caressing their way down my back and then back up. I knew I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me. I grabbed the hem of his shirt a lifted it up over his head. I threw the shirt casually onto the floor in the corner of my room. He grabbed my shirt, lifted it up over my head then rubbed my front. His hands worked on my nipples then down to my abs. I kissed him and started grinding my body against his.

I grabbed the waist band of his jeans, undid his belt and slipped his pants down over his hairy, manly legs. I kissed his dick through the bulging, prison like boxer briefs he was wearing. I slipped his underwear down to the floor and he kicked them off into the same corner where his shirt and pants laid. I stepped back to admire his beauty. Lane sported a raging hard-on it was about ten inches long and was oozing precum. His crotch was covered in a downy of brown hair. His balls were the same in their pouch covered with the same layer of downy brown hair. Each nut was large and full. His sack hung straight down, large and pliable.

Lane grabbed the waist band of my shorts and ripped them down. I kicked them into the corner. Lane then grabbed the waist band of my boxers and slid them down rapidly, like a child on Christmas morning. My cock sprang free from its entrapment. He looked down at my cock it was nine inches long and was rooted in a cleanly shaven crotch. My balls were also cleanly shaven each was plumb and slightly pliable. My sack wasn’t nearly as large as Lane’s.

I made the first move I dropped to my knees and took the head of his gigantic cock in my mouth. Lane threw his head back and moaned. I took more of his thick, slightly tanned, veiny shaft into my hungry, warm, moist mouth. His moans got louder and more frequent. I had all of his cock in my mouth, and a large majority of it down my throat. His hands resided on the back of my head he was skull fucking me slowly. I did not complain.

I was enjoying it almost as much as he seemed to be. Lane pulled out so just the head of his cock was in my mouth, he threw his head back, let go a godly scream/moan and shot his load in my mouth. I counted as the jets of his cum hit the back of my mouth. One, two, three, four, five, and finally six, I swallowed every drop of his precious, sweet, thick, creamy seed.

I stood up. Lane got on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. I could tell he was eager to please me as I had just pleased him. I moaned, letting him know that he was doing a fantastic job. With a mouth like his, I knew I’d be climaxing soon. I tried pushing it off and holding out longer but eventually I gave in to the waves of pleasure. I shot in his mouth. Seven ropes of my sticky, salty load were lost in the recesses of his mouth and throat. I heard him gulping down every drop.

He stood up his cock was back into a full erection. Mine had never softened. We both knew what was coming next. I walked over to my closet, pulled out two large condoms, and a tub of Vaseline.

I asked, “You want to go first?”

He replied, “I need to feel you in my ass ASAP.”

He said quickly, “I don’t want you to use a condom when you fuck my. I want to feel every detail of your cock.”

He positioned himself on my bed, on all fours. I bent down and started rimming him. Lane moaned with ecstasy as I ate his ass out. I plunged my tongue into his asshole as far as it would reach. I started tongue fucking him. He moaned even louder. I applied some of the Vaseline onto his hole. I rubbed around his hole a few times, he moaned every time my finger made a revolution. I stuck my finger in his ass. He moaned. I stuck two fingers in his ass. He moaned louder. I stuck three fingers in his ass. He begged me to stick my cock up his ass. I obliged.

I placed the head of my cock against his hole after smearing some more Vaseline onto it. I started pushing in slowly. He moaned loudly as the head of my cock penetrated his opening. I knew I was in for a fun ride. As more and more of my cock slid past the point of no return his moans got louder. When I had completely buried my dick into his ass he was breathing heavily. He begged me to fuck him. I started pulling out of him, then going in slowly.

After a few minutes of this he begged me to really pound his ass. I rammed into his tight, hot, moist ass with everything I had. He grabbed the bed sheets, and started ramming his ass back in rhythm with my thrusts. He was panting like a dog. His moans were sparse, because he couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t coming anytime soon, nor did I have any intentions of doing so. I was savagely fucking his ass. He was moaning, groaning, and screaming my name.

He refused to touch his cock, which looked like it hurt from being so hard. His breaths grew even shorter, his asshole was getting tighter I knew he was going to cum soon. I started fucking him at a slow pace. His moans got louder and louder until his ass clamped down on my cock, which was almost painful. Lane shot 11 ropes of gooey white cum on my bed sheets. I started fucking him slowly, savoring the feeling of his ass. I felt my orgasm nearing.

I said, “I’m Cumming.”

He said, still panting like a race horse, “Ram ‘err in deep and cum inside me.”

I rammed my cock in deep, and let out a savage growl. I felt my cock spasm nine times. I pulled my deflating cock out of his ass. We collapsed on the bed beside each other breathing heavily. I reached over and rubbed his stomach. He closed his eyes and ten minutes later he fell asleep. I cuddled into his embrace and fell asleep next to him. We woke an hour later. We looked at each other and smiled.

My parents weren’t due back until the weekend, and it was Monday. Jess wasn’t going to be home until tomorrow, if she even planned on coming home then. Lane called his mom and said he was spending the night over at my house. We got in the shower I lathered Lane’s body as he did mine. We both paid extra-special attention to each other’s “private areas.”

Later on that night…

After Lane and I ingested three bowls of Lucky Charms a piece, we headed up stairs to turn in for the night. We crawled into bed and cuddled, I loved the safety, love, and heat that he provided. I fell asleep cuddled in his arms. He fell asleep not to long after I did. I woke in the morning. I wanted to go get something to eat, but I was still intertwined in his embrace. I decided to lay in bed with him and enjoy it for a while longer. I laid there for about 2 hours watching him sleep. He looked like an angel while he was sleeping, just as dashing as he looked when he was awake. He woke to find me watching him.

He smiled and said, “Good morning sexy!”

I asked, “You sleep well?”

He replied, yawning. “I slept like a baby. How about you my little prince? ”

I said, blushing. “I slept very well.”

He smiled then kissed me. I kissed him back eager to feel his passion. We got up and headed downstairs for a light lunch.

We settled in to the living room. Neither of us had put our clothes back on. We were sitting side-by-side on the couch. After a while my cock started getting hard. He smiled. In response his cock grew to its full length. I knew what we were going to do today.

We were 69’ing on the couch. After I’d shot my load in his mouth and he in mine. We went upstairs to my bedroom. I got on the bed on my knees. He grabbed the tub of Vaseline from the floor where it landed last night. He bent down and started rimming me, as I had done to him previously. I moaned. His tongue found its way into my hole and my hand found its way to the back of his head forcing his tongue into my hole deeper. We both moaned. I was soon begging him to fuck me. He smeared the Vaseline on to my ass. Then I felt one finger. I bucked my hips back onto his finger. Two fingers I bucked my hips and moaned loudly.

I said, “Please, fuck me. I want that huge dick in my ass.”

He obliged, and after smearing a modest amount of Vaseline on his cock. He pushed his head into my ass. I moaned. He soon had the whole length in my ass. I screamed his name. He started fucking me slowly.

I demanded, “Fuck me savagely.”

He started pounding into my ass. The sound of his balls smacking my skin was echoing through the room. I moaned louder and louder. I screamed his name and begged him to go faster. Lane slammed his cock into me several more times the he slammed it in one last time and shot his humongous load deep in my ass. I moaned as I shot an equally huge load onto the sheets. I couldn’t breathe.

We both lay down on the bed side-by-side. I leaned forward and kissed him, my tongue penetrating his mouth deeply and savagely. I massaged his nipples with my hands working him to another erection. I knew I wanted him in my ass again soon. But that is another story.

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