Chapter One.

Turns out, he had never shared such an intimacy with a man. He took no responsibility for his actions, finding every rationale that suited him to explain why he and I had gotten carried away. Trying to make me feel guilty, if I could or would feel that way, for causing his actions! He also told me how this could ruin his career, wreck his marriage, and might cause the end of the world, he was so driven to exorcise the event. I let him get it out of his system, and when he thought he had said all that he needed to say, he asked if I had any questions. I told him that I had just one. I asked if we could get naked and do it again. I thought that he was going to have a tantrum or a heart-attack, he seemed to be so pained and horror-stricken at the suggestion. He started a repetition of why this should never have happened the first time and why it was never going to happen again.

By the time that he had repeated himself the third time or so, I had my hand firmly planted in his crotch, feeling his dick get harder and harder and he was not stopping me. I unzipped his fly, and he was not stopping me. Undid the belt and he was not stopping me. Pulled his trousers down and he was not stopping me. I pulled his cock out of his jockey shorts and he did not stop me. I started stroking him again, and by this time, he had gone completely silent. This time, however, as he got near the brink, he told me that he was close, and I backed off, and just played with his balls while he squirmed. He was breathing heavy, and whispering that he had never enjoyed sex so much, but even with my somewhat limited teen-ager experiences, we had not done much of anything very sophisticated according to my standards! He kept saying that he had never done anything like this, and he made me a believer with his words and his actions.

Somehow, I got his pants completely off and did get him naked from the waist down. Damn, he had a hot body! I was totally in control, he was mine to play with. I did plenty of exploring and massaging all over his crotch, with limited touching of his cock which was wet and slick with his dripping pre-cum. He was twisting and writhing and moaning and saying that he wanted me to stop, with no indication that he wanted anything other than for me to continue forever with more physical pleasuring. I asked him to feel my dick, through my jeans, and he verbally refused. When I took his hand and put it on my crotch, his hand instinctively started to rub me the right way. I unzipped myself and pulled out my dick, and his hand went around it very naturally and we lay there amid the football pads and slowly jacked each other while he moaned with pleasure. When we had both backed away from the brink several times, I knew the timing was just right, and I leaned over to bury his dick in my mouth. He delivered his load before I had even gotten his cock all the way in my mouth, and he was screaming with pleasure.

When he came back to the land of the living from his orgasmic trance, he still had a bit of the guilty