tight to me as he plunged into me enthusiastically. He was in some sort of Heaven – his first experience of fucking a guy’s tight ass sure seemed to be enjoyable. He was fucking me harder and faster, and his panting, rasping groans were getting louder, when he pushed up off of me and really started took me to Poundtown. He was staring straight up over me, his groans now turned to high-pitched boyish cries, and his black-laser eyes aglow. His skinny body was no more than a blur above me, he was fucking me so fast, and then he arched and shot into me, shooting again and again, convulsively, turning this way and that, as he emptied his large, firm balls into that poor little condom!

He collapsed on top of me, dripping with sweat, and shuddering from the last few after-blasts from his softening cock. He slipped out of me, and I held him tight to me, as he panted and groaned and shook above me, while I whispered in his ear, “Relax – hold me – God, you’re a good fuck – just hold me tight – you are so hot!” Things like that.

After a while, he lifted his head up from the pillow next to mine, and looked at me long and deep with those big dark eyes, and now they were pools into which I willingly flung myself. All I could see were his dark eyes, all I could feel was his taut body on top of me, his tender lips sweetly kissing me, and his soft voice saying, “Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh upon the bed of our desire?”

Knowing his obsession, I assumed it was Blake, but since (as usual!) I had no clue what it was about, I just sighed and smiled and kissed him again. We both fell asleep that way, him light as a feather on top of me, and a spreading pool of cum leaking from the condom down between my thighs. The last thing I heard before I drifted off was a female voice through the heater vent, “Oh please, not again – I need some sleep!”

I woke in the morning before the alarm, to find Jon’s sweet face looming over me, once again decorated with that shy, sweet smile. He didn’t say a word, just lay there staring at me, and smiling. I finally said “What a wonderful sight to wake up to in the morning”, and kissed him, at first lightly on the tip of his slightly hooked nose, and then full on the mouth, with tongue, as he rolled over on top of me again. We both stretched, and held each other’s hands, fingers interlaced, arms out flung, groins pressed tight together.

Jon broke the kiss to rise up, and cocked an ear to the heater vent. “Things seem pretty quiet – I’d better get a shower and some clothes and start the day.” He kissed me again, and looked deep into me again, and said, “I’m glad that the first time was with you,” not knowing that Ron had said the same thing to me a