Date: Mon, 03 May 1999 13:47:28 PDT From: Horatio Nimier Subject: LES PRELUDES - I This post contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. Much of it portrays homosexual actions and lifestyle. If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these violates any law or personal or religious beliefs you must exit now without proceeding further. If you're under 18 years old you may not read it either because it is against the law. I regret this because I was once a randy teenager and I feel somewhat two-faced in helping to enforce the law. Hopefully, one day, censorship may disappear along with other vestiges of Big Brother and Mother Grundy. This story is fictional: the result of my fanciful mind and a flight in a small airplane from Greensboro to Newark with a couple of hot-looking guys sitting in front of me! Don't forget, the early 80's were different from the present time. Unprotected sex with people whom you don't know well is, like, dangerous and stupid. The stories are dedicated to the memory of my friend, Kerry. LES PRELUDES - I ================ As I followed Pete's ass into the room I was once again struck by the ambiance: even though there was a hiatus in any action, the aura of male sexuality hadn't abated one iota. Flesh and leather and the scents of hot manhood were pervasive. Having commandeered my bed, Neil and Mike sat leaning up against the headboard. Neil had his arm around Mike's shoulders and his flaccid meat lay across his thigh as though resting after the action. Colin was draped across the sofa. He smiled at me and pointed to the bottom of the bed where two cans of beer lay waiting for Pete and me. I took one, pushed Colin's legs across with my foot and sat on the sofa next to him. I leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Having fun, bud?" I asked. "Damn sure. This is hot. I think we owe CentIns for this trip." "They'll get their pound of flesh over the next few weeks," I said snapping open the can. "Hey, come sit here, Pete!" Dave called from the top end of Pete's bed. As my buddy began to move toward his bed, Neil leaned forward, picked up the leather jacket he'd stopped him from putting on earlier from where it was lying on my bed and threw it to him. "Here! Put this on, Straight Guy. You've can wear this with us any time." Pete grinned widely and pulled it on. He opened his arms wide and looked down at the black leather. "My guess is that there's going to be a whole lot more fuckjuice on this jacket before this trip is through," he remarked and we laughed in agreement. He sat down on the bed, pulled open the tab on his beer and raised it to us. "To you guys." He moved his ass up so he was sitting next to Dave leaning against the headboard. Dave ran his hand across Pete's thigh and looked at him reflectively. "That sure was some fuck you gave Chris," he said to Pete. "You sure that was your first time? Looked like it came kinda natural to you. You haven't conveniently `forgotten' a couple of other occasions maybe?" "No," Pete laughed. "That was my first guy. Geez, I was just so fucking horny that I could have broken rocks with my cock. Once I had my dick at Chris's ass it just went onto autopilot." "Well, you'll have plenty of opportunity to hone your skills on this trip," said Mike. "Shit," said Colin, "if he's like that as a virgin, what's he going to be like after a few weeks? I think I'll become his pimp. Make big money." We laughed. There was a short pause as everyone drank and luxuriated in our contentment. Pete broke the silence. "You know, you guys have one up on me now. You've seen me do my first act. I wanna know from each of you what your first sex with a guy was like. I mean other than the... er... hand stuff with a buddy in school. Your first real guy sex." "You know mine," said Dave pointing his two fingers at me like a pistol, "I told you at dinner. With Chris when I was in his class." "Shit," said Neil, "for me it was on an airplane when I was eighteen." "All right -- mile high club," said Colin leaning back on my shoulder with his hand resting on my thigh. Let's hear it, Neil." Neil continued. "Well, it was when I was a freshman at MIT. It was coming up to Thanksgiving and I was going back to my folks' place. I didn't have time to ride down, so I took the plane. Everything was fine until we got to Chicago. It was snowing and the place was a shit-hole. Planes weren't getting in on time, departures were delayed and there were about a million people running around, all screaming. "Because of the delays, everyone had to check in again even if you were connecting. I got my seat and was just hanging around near the gate because there was nowhere to sit. There was this guy standing right near the check-in and I kept on trying to look at him because he really turned me on. Tall, tight jeans, bomber jacket and black hair. Nice face. But every time I tried to look at him he seemed to be looking my way. I didn't want him to think I was gay or anything so I was trying to act all nonchalant." He took a swallow of beer. "While we were waiting, this family with little kids was trying to check in. There were five of them and only three seats left on the 727. The father kept on trying to explain to the check-in clerk that they had another plane to connect with and if they didn't get on this flight they wouldn't get to where they were going for Thanksgiving. He was frazzled, his wife looked dead beat, one of the kids was crying: It was a complete, fuckin' mess. "Well, the check-in clerk was a real shit. I mean, he didn't give a fuck whether these people flew or not. It got to where I had this real strong urge to pull him over the counter and beat the shit outta him. My folks live right near the airport and I figured they could easily pick me up whenever I got there. So I went over and said that, if United could get me on a flight that would get me home by 10am on Thanksgiving, I'd give up my seat for these people. Well, like they always do, this prick types his fuckin' whole life story into the computer terminal and then grudgingly says there's a flight out at about 11pm, but it stops all over the place and I'd get home at about 6 in the morning. What the fuck, one plane is as bad as another, so I gave up my ticket. The black-haired guy was standing right there and had heard the whole story, so he said he was going to the same place I was and he'd volunteer his seat if they could give him alternate arrangements too. Well, the clerk sighs and types someone else's life story into the computer. He prints up our new tickets and gives us the gate number. Of course the family was all over us with gratitude and all that crap but we kinda played it down, wished them a happy Thanksgiving and set out for the furthest gate on the whole fuckin' airport. "We get there and we find we're on one of these real small commuter planes. Each time one leaves only about fifteen or twenty people get on. Anyway, Gary (which I find out is the guy's name) and I end up in a small bar near the gate. The food is crap, but the beer's OK. We start to talk and I find out that we actually went to the same high school, but he was a senior when I was a freshman and I didn't remember him. He was in his final year at a college in California doing aeronautical engineering so most of the time we spent talking about campus life. We passed an hour or so like this until, eventually, our flight was called and we walked out to this Mickey Mouse plane. There's only one seat on each side of the aisle and there are only about eight of us passengers. All the other passengers take the first seat that's empty, so they're all up front, but Gary and I act like kids and we go all the way to the back. "I got my shit stowed away and settled into my seat as the check-in clerk was going over the safety drill. When he was finished he backed out of the plane and closed the door and the engines started up. As the plane began to taxi out I turned to Gary to say something and I nearly fainted: He was slouching back in his seat with one foot up on the arm of the seat in front and his eyes closed and slowly rubbing his crotch with his hand. I mean not just a casual scratch, but deep dong massage. "I was only just getting used to the idea that I was gay and there I was on a plane with a guy who was getting himself off. I had no idea how to react. But I was sort of curious about what he was going to do, so I just sat and watched him massage his basket. Well, I was getting horny and, kinda automatically, my hand started to rub on my own dick, too. After a while, just when I've got myself a boner and my jeans are tenting, he opens his eyes and sees me drooling at him like a complete fuckwit. I felt the blood hit the surface veins all over my face. Geez, here I was, an 18 year old trying to act like a seasoned traveler and I'm coming over like a fuckin' schoolgirl." He paused and we chuckled uneasily: all of us had had embarrassing moments like this and we didn't care to bring them to the surface. "But Gary was cool. He just smiled at me and carried on massaging his meat and watched me work at mine while the plane taxied out to the end of the runway. Then, when the plane stopped, waiting for take-off, Gary looked at me, gave this conspiratorial grin and, very deliberately, unzipped his jeans and took his cock out. Shit, he had this nine inch, circumcised cock that stuck straight up out of his lap and he began to stroke it." He paused for a sip of beer leaving us in suspense. "Fuck, I was stunned. I mean I thought that jacking off on an airplane must be some kind of federal crime and we were, sure as hell, going to be arrested. I looked around, but everyone else was sleeping or looking out a window at the snow. No-one was paying any thought to us. Even so I was too chicken to pull my dick out of my jeans. "After a while the plane moved out onto the runway and started to take off. As soon as it started to move forward, Gary got this look of concentration on his face, gripped his cock and made like it was the airplane's control column, pulling it back to his stomach when the plane climbed and moving it left and right when the plane banked." "Geez," said Dave, "you were lucky it wasn't Mike's cock otherwise the plane would have rolled right over and crashed." Mike gave Dave a withering look, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. Mike's cock, even half erect as it was then, had a noticeable left cant to it. "Fuck you, guy!" he said to Dave. "You're just jealous of my individuality. You probably steam yours in the shower to try to get it to hook to the side." Neil reached over and fondled the object of attention, pulling it a few times. "Hey, don't worry Mike, I still love it even if it is way out of line." Still holding it he settled back and resumed his tale. "Anyway, after we take off and we get through the bumpy clouds, one of the pilots comes out of the cockpit (there's no stewardess or anything on this fuckin' small plane) and says that they'll turn the lights out so we can sleep. Fortunately he stays up front and doesn't come back and discover Gary. He flicks a switch and the plane goes dark, only this dim light right up front where the bathroom is stays on. "There was only the narrow aisle between Gary and me and as soon as everyone was still, he reached over, took my hand and pulled it onto his cock. Geez, it was magic! I'd been wanting to touch it, but was unsure whether he'd let me. In the few months since I'd been there I hadn't made any contact with any other guy at MIT, so I hadn't touched another guy's meat since early summer. Now I was not only jacking another guy, but I was doing it in public. His cock was circumcised and had this big mushroom of a glans. I could only barely see it, but it felt so good in my hand as I got my fingers around it and started to pump him. He liked that. He reclined his chair-back and let me play. "I did this for about a minute and then he leant over and felt me up through my jeans. `Hey, bit of a wet spot here,' he said. Yeah, right! I was oozing like a hose. So he says, `Better get it out before you get a big cum stain on your jeans.' I was so randy now that I had no caution left and I pulled my zipper down and maneuvered my cock out. He put his hand on it and caressed it. `Man, that's awesome,' he said (which made me feel a lot easier about what we were doing) and he started to play with my foreskin." "Did you have your ring then ?" asked Dave. "No, I got that later -- just a little while before I joined CentIns." He took a gulp of beer and went on. "Man, that was heaven. It had been about three months since I'd seen my jack-off buddy back home and it was just so great to be sharing guy action again. We pumped each other slowly for a while. Gary was trying to get his hand onto my nuts but the way we were sitting and with the jeans on he couldn't. So he said that I had to take my jeans off. "`You fuckin mad ?' I asked him. "`Come on, nobody can see us back here,' he said. I had to agree there and, anyway, the little head was starting to do the thinking, so I took my boots off and shucked my jeans, which meant I was now butt-naked from the waist down since I don't wear underwear. Gary was undressing at the same time, but he took his shirt and bomber jacket off, too. `What the fuck,' I thought, `they can't throw me off the plane' and so I stripped down as well." "Shit," I said looking at Neil in admiration, "I obviously fly the wrong airline. The nearest I get to this kind of stuff is jacking myself in the can at the back of the plane." My cock was hard again from the story and Colin had his hand on it rubbing the underneath of the glans gently. "Yeah," agreed Pete. "Every time I'm on a plane I have some aged old biddy or an airsick five year old next to me." Neil rubbed his jaw-line deliberately and said "You guys just don't have the looks." "Oh yeah, right!" Pete responded. "How many times have you flown? Huh? And how many times did you hit the jackpot? Only once. It was just random luck, buddy boy." Neil grinned at him and took another pull at his beer. "Anyway, let me finish. As soon as we were naked, Gary got up and crouched in the aisle next to me. He put his hand on my nipple and started to pull at it and then his mouth was on mine. Fuck! It was my first kiss with a guy and I was kinda startled, but the minute I felt his tongue in my mouth it was such a turn on. I remember grabbing his neck and back and trying to pull him onto me. His tongue was thrusting in my mouth and I could feel the stubble of his beard on my cheeks. Right then I couldn't have cared who saw us. "Just behind our seats was a small space -- maybe two feet wide -- with a low kind of net in front. It must have been for some kind of cargo, but that night there were just some kind of mail sacks or something. Gary got up and climbed into this space. He draped a blanket over the net and beckoned me. I climbed in after him and we lay down with our heads on the sacks, which were pretty empty anyway. Our hands were all over each other and once again we were kissing. Man this was hot. Every time I'd been with a guy before it had more-or-less been just jack-off or suck. This was real passion. "We did that for a while, then he got up on his knees and started to lick my neck, then he moved to my chest and tongue-washed each nipple. His knee was between my legs and his thigh pressed against my balls and cock. I knew where he was going and sure enough, after he had licked my navel, I felt his tongue in my pubes and then at the base of my cock. He took each of my balls, one at a time, into his mouth and gave them a good tongue wash. Real slow and thorough. Only when they were both real wet and clean did he leave them and let his tongue wash my shaft. The anticipation just added to the sensation. When he got to the top, he used his tongue to nudge my foreskin down off my glans and, finally, I felt his lips on my tip. "I'd had this buddy in high school and he and I would suck each other off, but, boy, it was nothing like Gary. Gary was like Chris here, a professional sucker. At the beginning I was scared shitless that one of the other passengers would see us, but now Gary had got me so aroused that I couldn't care if they all knew . He took more of my cock in than any other guy ever had and would suck hard at it as he came up. A couple of times like that and my ass was jerking as I came pretty close to climax. I didn't want to come so soon, so I pulled his head off me and told him to lie down. "I really wasn't all that experienced and I really wanted to get his cock in my mouth, so after biting his nipples for a while I moved down and got my first close-up view of his manhood. He had shaved his pubic hairs and his cock just stood out from his skin. I grabbed his ball sack and played with that for a while. I remember seeing this enormous drop of precum ooze out of his piss-slit and I worked my tongue over that and cleaned it off. My mouth followed my tongue and his cock filled my mouth way before I got to the base. Gary lifted his ass up to force his cock deeper and his glans blocked my entire throat and I thought I was going to suffocate." "Shit, Neil," said Pete, "Now you know how I felt this evening with your dong in my throat. Geez, there were a couple of times I thought I was going to die from oxygen starvation." Neil laughed. "You did fine, Pete." He wet his throat with beer. We had all boned again with Neil's story and everyone had another guy's hand on his shaft. I watched Pete fondle Dave's cock with no inhibitions at all. What a difference twenty-four hours make! Putting his can down, Neil resumed. "After a while I felt Gary starting to twitch and then his hands pushed my head away and pulled me back down next to him. His tongue was back in my mouth and our hands were on each others chest and back, feeling the skin as we kissed. Then he pulled back and, with his face close to mine in the dark, real earnestly asked, `Neil, can I fuck you ?' "I didn't know what to do. I'd never been fucked (or even fucked another guy) before. I had read some and knew that the first time can hurt. Most of all I was scared as hell that we were going to get caught. But, on the other hand, this was something I'd been wanting to try and, anyway, my cock and balls were nearly exploding from horniness. "`OK,' I said, `but if it hurts too bad will you stop?' "`Sure,' he said." "Geez, what a liar!" Colin laughed. "Everyone always says they'll stop, but I've never heard of anyone actually pulling out when they're in the act, have you?" "Yeah, right," Neil said. "Hey, come on guys!" Dave said. "Have you ever heard of anyone asking the guy to stop fucking him? OK, it hurts the first time, but it's not unbearable. And you're getting your gland massaged which is driving you wild." He turned to Pete. " How did you feel this afternoon?" "It was a bit sore, but Chris was taking it slow so it wasn't ripping me apart. But you're right -- for me anyway, the idea of having Chris inside me and then feeling my prostate getting banged was so wild that I couldn't have stopped him if I'd wanted to." "So, Neil, how was it?" I asked. "Well," Neil went on, "Gary, absolutely butt-naked, climbed over the net and got a tube of lube out of his gear. When he came back he lay down next to me and explained that he was going to finger-fuck me first to open up my hole. He got me to lie down on my back with my legs up on the seat back then he sat down next to me. As he lubed my ass and his fingers he kept on talking to me, telling me what he was doing and why. Then he held my cock with his left hand and I felt his finger pushing at my ass. He got me to loosen up my ass muscles and I felt his finger going into me. It felt really weird at first, but then he found my gland and started to massage it. Then it was pretty good. All the time he was gently playing with my cock or feeling my balls. He did that for a while, then he got two fingers in and I could feel him stretching at my ass. It was kinda strange feeling. After about five minutes of this he asked me if I'd like to take his cock. He told me to stand and lean against the back of the seats. I looked up the aisle and everyone seemed to be asleep. I felt him move behind me and finger my ass again, stretching it open and getting the lube inside. Then both his hands were on my hips an I felt the pressure of his glans at my ass-hole. I relaxed and it started to go in. I was sure it had grown because my ass felt as though it was going to split. But I really wanted to try this, so I just dug my fingers into the seat and let him in. He was real slow and gentle and it probably took him more than a minute to get all the way inside me. His cock hit my gland and I felt this surge go through me. He pulled out some and then thrust in again. It was a bit easier. He put his hands around my chest and held me close to him while his ass drove his cock into me. The whole time he kept up this talking about how his cock felt and how he was enjoying the fuck. I began to notice that I was pushing back into him to get his cock deep into me. He was getting really close. His hands were on my tits, pulling hard at them and then his fingers gripped into my chest and he started to say `Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck that ass' until with a long moan he shot his load. I was right there, too and I grabbed my cock and gave it about two jerks and I blasted about three pints of semen all over the back of the seat. It was a good thing I was holding on to the seat back because my knees were all weak. We just stood there relaxing for a whole long time until finally Gary pulled out of me. "We cleaned up as best we could with handkerchiefs then went back to our seats and got dressed. "We spent the whole rest of the flight talking." Neil paused to take a mouthful of beer. "Gary was the first person that I ever told that I was gay. He gave me a whole lot of advice. He told me about what sort of things I could expect if I came out, what I should look out for at college and where I could get in touch with other guys like me without coming out. He was real nice: patient about all my questions and not laughing at my inexperience. We still write to each other. Since then we've met up at Thanksgiving and Christmas each year and fucked ourselves stupid. "Hey, only a couple of months to wait," laughed Colin. "Yeah, I dunno. He's together with another guy now and Mike and I are sorta settling in, so who knows what this Thanksgiving will bring." "Hey, I'm broadminded," said Mike. "As long as I'm not cut out." "Well, we'll see. The last letter sorta left it open." He looked at his watch and got up, "Shit, guys, it's close to midnight. I say we head for bed now and catch up on things some other time." I was bushed, too: it had been a strenuous day one way and another. "Yeah! I've had enough beer if I'm going to ride tomorrow. I say we call it a night, too." Legs and hands and cocks disentangled. Neil caught Pete and gave him a quick kiss. "G'night Straight Guy. You were great tonight. Be good now and get some sleep!" He laughed as he picked up his jeans and boots and headed for the door. "You not going to put your jeans on ?" asked Pete. "Naah. Who the fuck's going to be walking around down this end of the place now ?" The four guys all filed out wearing just their jackets and carrying the rest of their clothes. Pete and I gathered the empty cans and dumped them in the trash. We stood naked, shoulder to shoulder, as we emptied our over-extended bladders and again as we cleaned our teeth. "I don't think we need to use both beds, do you?" he asked as we went back into the room. "That'd be a waste," I grinned at him. He dove onto the bed and rolled to the other side and I climbed in after him. Pete killed the light and we lay there together in the dark, the hotel bed causing us to be real close together. "Thanks for today, Chris," he said gently rubbing my thigh. "Sure. Any time." I paused. "You enjoy it ?" "Oh, fuck, yes." He turned on his side facing me and put his arm over me. "When you were fucking me, I thought my mind would never think right again. Then tonight, doing it with all you guys: It was so incredible. But right now, it's not even the sex. It's how I feel. I feel completely different about myself. I feel so much better, like I'm a king or something. Like I don't owe anybody anything." I turned to face him. I ran my hand over his face and down to his arm. "I'm glad." We fell into a contented silence, our hands on each other's skin. Pete broke in: "That Dave's a hot guy, isn't he ?" "Oh yes, he is that!" A pause, then: "You and Colin got something going, right ?" "Uh-huh. We'll probably move in together into my place soon." "He's a good guy. You two'll be great together. So how much longer do I get to hold you?" he asked, his hand encircling my semi-erect cock. "As long as you want. We don't cruise any more, but within this group we're fairly comfortable and relaxed." I massaged his meat gently. "What about Rosemary ?" "I dunno. I really think I want to stay with her. But I need some time to think about things -- I don't think I can just walk away from what you've shown me. I'd like to be open with her about me. I'll tell her about this when.....if.....I think I can. But I need some time to think about myself before I tell her. Fuck, Chris, I am a real different guy than I thought I was." I pulled him close to me and kissed him. I wondered what Rosemary would do. The guy that first set down that being monogamous is a virtue was a sadistic bastard: condemning people to choosing just one partner and having to live forever after with the pain of loving two. We lay close together masturbating each other in silence, grateful for what we had that night. Our simultaneous orgasms exhausted us and, with our arms around each other and united by the ever strengthening bond of drying semen, we dropped off into sleep. Copyright 1999 Horatio. I relate these stories because I enjoy writing and I enjoy the subject matter. If you have any comments you can email me at horatio_nimier@hotmail.com I'll even accept criticism if expressed in an adult, objective and polite manner. Hate mail will be flushed without reading. Grow up.