DONALD SPENDS THE NIGHT

by TOM It had been six weeks, three days and four hours since Donald and I last shared the bare mattress we'd discovered amidst the squalor in that abandoned garage near the school. Since that happy occasion, the weather had turned bitter cold and our naked interludes in the garage had necessarily become nothing more than an incredibly erotic memory. A dreary winter of sexual discontent had descended upon us. Now we had to make do with hot late night telephone calls as we lay naked on our separate beds, miles apart. We'd apply slurpy lubricant to our cocks and hold the phone near the cockhead so the squishing noises as we jacked ourselves could be heard by the other. Donald was always the first to cum. I'd recognize the tiny frantic whimper on the other end of the line and my mind would envision Donald's beautifully slender body shaking with the tiny urgent trembles that were always the beginning of his orgasm. I'd mentally see his shoulders warp, the toes curl, the hips shift forward and his belly distend, rigid and twitching, disappearing quickly under the leaping, drenching waves of his thick white semen. It was usually about then that the same thing would happen to me. But afterward, we were always left with a feeling it had been an empty sort of hotness, all icing and no cake. After we'd hung up, the cleaning up of our solitary liquid messes made it all seem so futile. Didn't someone say, "In every piece of bad news, there's a tiny piece of good news"? If someone didn't, let me take credit for it here and now. The bad news that an aunt and uncle in a distant city had been involved in a minor auto accident and were unable for a time to attend to household duties was very good news. I mean good news for ME. My parents were leaving to help, putting me in charge of the house! They gave me all the last-minute instructions about the cheese casserole in the oven and extra sandwiches in the icebox but I scarcely heard. All I could think about was that Donald could be with me TONIGHT! The car had scarcely left the driveway when I dove for the telephone and called him. Not a half hour later, the doorbell rang. There was Donald, neat, freshly scrubbed, and, judging from the smile I'd learned to recognize, ready for sex. Out in a car, a young man waited until Donald was safely inside. He waved at us both and honked as he left. "Who was he?" I asked when we closed the door. "That's Darren, my older brother." "Oh? Did you tell him what you're up to?" "I told him I'd be spending the night with my boyfriend!" "You told him THAT?" "Sure. We tell each other everything! Oh, I'm so HORNY!" Donald threw his arms around me and squeezed me. I could feel a sizable bump in the front of his pants pressing against me. "Everything?" A sizable bump in the front of my pants began pushing against the sizable bump in Donald's pants. "Sure! He knows I like to do it with boys. He does too!" And, with that stunning announcement, we kissed and groped each other right there in the living room, with the smiling pictures of all my relatives staring at us. Suddenly, the realization came to us that we didn't have to wait for nightfall to go to bed! We raced up the stairs to my room, attacking our clothes on the way. One of my shoelace knots refused to budge. I pulled the shoe off, still laced! By the time we got to the vicinity of my bed, we were wearing nothing but our thin, white shorts. Donald's hardon was already fully engorged and straining against the fabric, threatening to tear a hole in it. A small, but spreading area of moisture made the tip of his cockhead almost visible through the cloth. While I busied myself pulling back the bedspread, Donald worked to disentangle his boner from his shorts. Eventually, he succeeded and let them fall to the floor. In perfect, beautiful nakedness, he slipped into my bed and lay there, watching expectantly as I fought my own battle of disentanglement. Between the cool sheets, we held each other and shuddered with the thrill of touching at last, skin to skin. Our hardons swelled to their utmost dimensions and bumped repeatedly against each other as I let my body settle gently upon his. Donald moaned softly then sucked my tongue into his mouth and locked his legs over mine. In sensual, sweet slow motion, our bodies rubbed together. For fifteen minutes we rode the waves of passion, while we communicated in soft wet whispers. "You wanna try something?" Donald pulled his mouth away and panted the words in my ear. He was trembling, that clear sign he was on the edge of ejaculation. My lips nuzzled his ear as I whispered, "Try what?" "Something that happened to my brother when he was in San Francisco. He said it felt really good when this guy he met in the theater did it to him." "What'd he do?" "I'll have to show you...but you gotta lie on your back." I did as I was told. Donald pulled back the blankets until I lay completely exposed before him. While he told me more, he played with my cock. A trickle of clear sticky fluid began leaking from the slit. "This guy, y'know, came into the theater and sat down beside Darren. N' then, he rubbed his leg against Darren's. Well, when he did that, Darren knew the guy was homosexual so he rubbed his leg back and pretty soon, the guy had an arm on his shoulder and was kinda tickling him with his thumb. Well, Darren really liked that and he started getting a boner. Y'know what he did next?" "No, what?" "He opened his belt and undid his pants. The guy got between his legs, y'know, on his knees, and he pulled Darren's pants all the way down to his shoes." "Right there in the theater?! Didn't anyone see?" "Guess not. Anyway, the guy started doing this to Darren." Donald slowly moved his head in the direction of my leaking hardon. Soon I felt his lips kissing the head, while his flicking tongue softly tickled the slit. I fell back and closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation. A sudden sense of suction made me look again. Donald had most of my cock in his mouth and his head was bobbing up and down. I felt my body begin to tighten. This was what homosexuals did in San Francisco?! I LOVED IT! Without breaking his rhythm, Donald squirmed and shifted his position to get a better angle on me. I squirmed and shifted to help him do it. I laid back again and closed my eyes, ready and willing to be climaxed. Something warm and wet brushed across my lips. It was Donald's cock, as long and hard as I'd ever seen it. My tongue tasted the trail he'd left on my lips. I found it as sweet as melted ice cream. I wanted more. I drew the head of Donald's cock into my mouth and sucked hard. He shivered and groaned. His sound became a delicious tingle I felt through my cockhead. And then, almost beyond my controlling, my head was bobbing up and down too and Donald was trembling hard again. By a matter of seconds, I was the first to cum. Donald swallowed it in deep, eager gulps that shook his body, then came himself in massive spurts that came faster than I could swallow. My mouth was filled to point of overflow when his throbbing reached its peak and tapered off. For another minute we nursed quietly on each other, sucking our shrinking cocks for the last sweet drops of our liquid ecstasy. When we were completely drained, Donald turned to look back at me and smiled. "You tasted good," he said, wiping at his mouth. "How was I?" "You were incredible! It was almost like drinking a milkshake. You could be a new flavor at that ice cream place downtown!" Donald giggled and snuggled up beside me. We held hands and tried to catch our breath. Outside in the street, noisy cars were going past, honking their horns, trailing strings of tin cans. "Some people have gotten married," I observed. "Yeah," said Donald, "Bet they're gonna have some fun tonight. Where do you think it's gonna happen?" "Well, I suppose they'll go to a motel someplace." "Yeah, a motel's good for that. I Wonder what's the first thing that happens once they're inside with the door locked." "They draw the curtains." "Nah. AFTER that." "Well, I guess they take off all their clothes." "Sorta like us, huh? Then what?" "Well, the bride lies on the bed and the groom gets beside her." "N' then what?" I noticed Donald becoming more than casually interested in this talk about wedding nights. His cock had begun getting longer and harder as it crept up his abdomen, nearing the vicinity of his navel. "Well, the groom begins playing around, y'know, stroking and kissing the nipples." Playing the role of the "groom", I began doing this to Donald. His nipples turned pointed and hard as my tongue and lips explored them. Impulsively, I pressed my face against that beautiful flat belly of his and found it as firm, smooth and resonant as a ripe watermelon. With my tongue, I explored the secrets of his tight navel. "N'then what? What does the guy do next?" In his excitement, he began rubbing the back of my neck, faster and harder. "He wets a finger and puts it in her hole, to get her hot". My wet finger slid gently behind Donald's balls, lightly tickling the area between ball sack and anal opening. Donald began breathing faster. His boner had lifted off his belly and he was quivering again. I had no idea touching him there would get him so excited so fast. "N' then what?" Donald took my hand and pushed it even deeper. "The guy gets on top. Then, when she's really hot and distracted, he pushes his cock into her, really quick so she doesn't know it's happening." "Do it! Do it to me! You be the guy." I shifted my weight onto Donald. He helped steer my cock to the area behind his ball sack. I made a quick thrust and Donald groaned in pretended pain. We kissed and I began to hump. "N' then?" Donald's question was an urgent whisper, close to my ear. "In an hour or so, I squirt off n' then you have my baby." "Wow, oh wow!" Underneath me Donald was trembling with excitement again. He slowly turned onto his stomach. "Intercourse me." "What?" At first, I didn't understand. "Intercourse me. Put it in me, all the way in, then buck 'til you squirt off! Do it!" I tried, but I was inexperienced and the angles were all wrong. Each time I tried a thrust, he recoiled in genuine pain. We gave up trying, eventually. "I don't understand," Donald said helplessly, "My brother says it goes into him really easy!" "Maybe you need some Vaseline?" I had a jar hidden in the night table where I'd kept it handy for our phonejacking. I got it out and began to lube him, cautiously slipping a finger into his asshole. "You're awfully tight. You need to relax more." I continued lubing, gently pressing in deeper, inserting more and more lubricant as I did. The muscles in his back and legs began to spasm in odd, unpredictable ways. "Oooh, that feels good!" Donald groaned the words. "Keep doing it." Eventually half the jar was somewhere up inside Donald. I tried to "intercourse" Donald again. I almost succeeded in getting the head inside him but Donald was in obvious agony. I slipped off his back and lay beside him. "Maybe some other time" I said, patting his shoulder. In a moment, Donald snapped his finger. "Oh, I REMEMBER something! Lie on your back!" "Again?" I did as I was told. Donald straddled my body as he faced me. It seemed as if he and I were going to mutually masturbate but he moved forward beyond that position. And then I knew what he was going to try. Holding my cock in position, he gently lowered himself down on it. I could see the flashes of pain in his face as he worked to achieve the union. Bit by bit, he succeeded. "There!" he said with a strain in his voice that suggested the insertion had not been a total pleasure. But with it accomplished at last, Donald took control, doing the thrusting, rocking slowly, while he masturbated himself to match my level of excitement. He shifted his body in slight and subtle ways, exploring the new sensations. Then, on a particularly deep thrust, he found his prostate gland. His eyes closed and his mouth dropped open. He repeated the movement. With each succeeding thrust, a quantity of clear fluid leaked from his bloated (and by now quite dark) cockhead. For the better part of 20 minutes, we hung on that pinnacle of ecstasy, scarcely moving, never quite lying still, Donald leaking on me and I (almost certainly) leaking inside him. Then, through my penis, I could feel the subtle contractions beginning inside him. Donald opened his eyes, his facial expression was a mixture of surprise and intense pleasure. His orgasm was coming, and when it did, it was massive. Waves of semen sloshed across my belly and chest, splashing my shoulders, hitting my face. His prostate muscles did their work for me as well as him. Those insistent rhythmic contractions were more than enough to set off my release. I stiffened and jerked around insanely as we mutually ejaculated. When it was done, Donald managed a weak smile. "Wow, Ride'em cowboy!" he said in an awed, panting whisper. "You sure jerk around when you come. I've seen Darren do something like that when he jacks off. He says it happens a lot more when he's in bed with his boyfriend because he knows how to do a good job on him. Did I do a good job on you?" Lying there with my entire body still softly twitching, my answer was obvious. But I was so out of breath, all I could do was slowly nod agreement. In a while, Donald gently separated himself and lay stretched out beside me, equally limp and exhausted. My hand to stroked his smooth skin and, drifting lower, found he was wet around his resting half-hard cock. Slowly and subtly, with barely discernable cocktwitches, he was still ejaculating. I held his cock and felt the faint tremors of his dying orgasm. When I felt no more, I gently squeezed, "milking" out the last of that massive load. Two or three pearly white drops and a string of clear fluid dripped onto his now tranquil stomach. "Oh, that was good!" Donald sighed, beginning to stretch and relax. Suddenly he jerked, feeling under himself. "Oh! OH! OH NO!! OH SHIT!!!" He rolled off the bed. Where he had lain there was a spreading dark stain. "WHERE'S THE BATHROOM?!!" Donald dashed out into the hall, holding both hands to his backside, trying to hold back a river of brownish sludge that was trickling down his legs. The dash to the toilet was done in record time, too fast to notice the seat was up. Donald's backside sank into the water as his bowels erupted with an ungodly roar. A look of complete horror and revulsion came over his face as the brackish brown water boiled up around him. I fell on the floor laughing. In between his groans, Donald managed to blurt "It's not funny" but ended up laughing with me in spite of it. When it seemed the last of Donald's intestinal explosions had passed, I held out a hand, pulled him up out of his mess and steered him very quickly into the shower. While he cleaned himself up with a bottle of kitchen detergent, I changed the sheets on the bed and cleaned up the trail of drippings that had been left in his headlong rush. By the time Donald had finished cleaning up and we had returned to my bedroom, we were both tired and sleepy. Still naked, we got into bed between the fresh, cool sheets. I held Donald close to me and drew the covers up around us. Donald snuggled even closer until he had all but disappeared under the covers. His head rested softly on my chest while his limp and satisfied dong lay heavily on my hip. "I like this part best of all," he murmured sleepily. Looking back on it now, I think I did too.