First Meeting

They'd Emailed, They'd Talked, They'd Exchanged Pictures, Fatasies, Dreams But Now -- This Was For Real

Alone, at the Ramada Inn -- exhausted from the flight. Waiting. Grungy, Jerry decided to shower. Pete promised he'd come. Jerry stripped off and left everything in a puddle on the floor. Naked he entered the bath. A tap at the door. It opens. The sound of gushing water fills the room. In seconds, Pete has found him, joined him. Lips locked so tighly. Bodies strained and fever burned. No surprises, eyes caressed, knowing. Jerry laughed, turned everything on full blast, cold. They both shuddered and danced wildly as the ice water gushed over them. Jerry adjusted the flow to a more acceptable temperature. Together they stood absorbing the warmth and soaking in the the water. They started soaping each other. Pete lathered Jerry from top to bottom; an opportunity for easy familiarity. He didn't concentrate on Jerry's privates. The sensual flow of his hands impacted Jerry's sex anyway. On its own it gradually lifted and arched out of the suds. It jumped and twitched showing Pete the super sensitive places on Jerry's body as his hands explored every part of Jerry.

When Pete paused, Jerry began to scrub him in return. He massaged Pete's chest, then glanced down. Pete had become semi-aroused from touching Jerry and watching Jerry's fleshy barometer indicate his hot spots. Now Pete's cock pulsed with each heart beat from the feel of Jerry's hands on him. Jerry stared in amazement watching it grow. He knew this was a reaction to his touching Pete, but it was thrilling to actually see it happen. He reached down and tapped it with a finger. It leaped and grew even more. Now it expanded rapidly. Every throb brought it thrusting higher. Jerry grasped it and squeezed. It exploded out even further, expanding to its full angry size. Pete was trembing.

Pulling Pete right up to him, Jerry whispered, his voice hoarse, "I want this, baby!" Reaching around, he started kneading Pete's rear. His soapy fingers slid between Pete's cheeks. Pete's legs spread, he thrust his ass back against Jerry's hand. Fingers rubbed his sphincter muscle and then pushed in. Pete groaned and pushed against Jerry's hand, not disengaging, quaking with new feelings.

"Do me, Pete. Do me," Jerry seemed to be pleading. Pete followed his lead. He started massaging Jerry's butt, letting his fingers find and rub slowly on Jerry's puckering ass hole.

"No, do me with this. Do me for real, Pete." Jerry grasped Pete's cock again. He turned his back and thrust his ass against Pete. Holding Pete's dick, Jerry started guiding it between his buttocks.

Pete hugged Jerry from behind, his hips grinding his manhood in Jerry's butt crack. His hands and Jerry's together spread Jerry open and guided the entry. As it happened, Jerry thrust back. Pete lunged forward. Jerry moaned. Pete knew it was too much. He stoped, shivering in terror. Then he heard Jerry softly begging him to continue, to drive it in. With each mutual push after that Pete sunk deeper and deeper. He felt himself growing, expanding even more as Jerry's body constricted tighter around his shaft.

Slowly Pete began to back out. As he felt Jerry's muscles tighten on the tip of his organ he thrust forward again. The moves were natural, instinctive, and extremely pleasurable. Jerry bent forward, his hands on his thighs. Pete graped him at the waist and pulled as he drove his cock in. Together they established a steady rocking motion accompanied by their mutual animal lust noises.

With each forward thrust Pete pulled Jerry back harder. He now wanted in, as far in as he could go. He wanted to bury his cock, bury himself, deep down inside Jerry. The feel was like masturbation only warmer. It was fantastic, it was impossible, it was happening and driving Pete wild.

Jerry ground his ass back in small tight circles. His left hand started stroking his own cock in synch with Pete's pumping and pulling. He moaned and mumbled with each deep thrust. Pete suddenly realized what Jerry was saying.

"Delay, fucker, delay!"

Pete slowed, backed out and turned Jerry around. "I can try, lover, I can try." He leaned in and kissed Jerry on the nose. "But, at some point I'm going to go ape shit, you know."

"I know more about this than you do, pal o' mine," said Jerry. "I've been here before. But never with a stud like you, Pete. You are more than I've ever had or dreamed of having. I want to enjoy this as long as possible."

The praise and the potential offered in Jerry's words made Pete swell and stiffen again. His erection was now harder than he had ever felt. It ached with every beat of his heart. Control in this situation would be damn difficult to maintain he thought. And what was he planning to control anyway. He was already so involved in what he knew was so different, so uninhibited, so wild the the idea of having control over what happened was a joke. He concentrated, it wasn't what they were doing or were going to do he feared. It was letting Jerry know it meant more to him than it might mean to Jerry --- the wrong word -- the wrong gesture.

"O.K. Let's get back to it," Pete said, grasping himself and wagging it at Jerry. Keep it light.

Jerry lowered himself before Pete, on all fours. His ass lifted up, wet and waiting. Pete kneeled behind, rubbing soap into Jerry and over his own cock. He again graped Jerry, this time by the hips, and pulled back as he thrust forward. He again slowly entered. Still, within seconds he found a rhythm that brought new grunts and groans from Jerry.

Sliding in the soap and water on the floor they collapsed with Jerry on the bottom. Pete spread Jerry's legs and thrust back into the warm sheath of Jerry's bottom. He pushed Jerry against the wall under the shower head. Without Pete withdrawing Jerry gradually flipped onto his back. Pete bent down and raised Jerry's legs. Now he looked Jerry in the eye. He watched Jerry's face grimace with combinations of pain and pleasure as he pounded into him. Pete was now an animal in rut with only one desire.

Jerry reached up and brushed his hand across Pete's lips. Jerry was gasping, trying to talk to Pete. He held his hand palm out in front of Pete's eyes. Another plea for a resting period, a break to let them gather their strength instead of expending it right now. Pete shook his head, not wanting to stop. One word, 'please' penetrated his lust. He slowed. Jerry spread his legs wide. Pete extracted himself and fell on Jerry, gasping for breath, hugging Jerry tight, shuddering. Jerry talked Pete down from his near climatic peak.

The water washing over them had cooled. Jerry wiggled out and adjusted the faucets back to a body warming flow. Kneeling beside Pete he rolled him onto his back. Gently he washed Pete from head to foot. As the water rinsed off Pete, Jerry bend over and took Pete's penis into his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down, Jerry quickly had Pete thrashing, pumping and screaming for release.

Jerry lifted himself off Pete. He held Pete's hands at his side. Moving with deliberation he extended himself over Pete, resting on his hands and toes. Lowering himself out of the push-up stance, his mouth descended on Pete's. They thrust their tongues into each other. Jerry let his trace Pete's lips. He moved his tongue like a feather over Pete's face, exploring it. Rolling to first one side and then the other he gently tickled and washed Pete's ears. Pete tossed his head, his mouth open straining to capture Jerry's tongue. Grasping Jerry's wet tossled hair Pete forced their mouths together. He sucked Jerry's tongue deep and then shot his tongue into Jerry. Mimicing the actions of a firm cock, Pete strained to extend his tongue as far and deep as he could. Jerry shivered. Their bodies were steaming in the dampness.

Sex organ rubbed on sex organ and against warm flesh. Both were searching forr an opening, a hand, a way to be manipulated, needing. Raising on his knees over Pete's midsection, Jerry reached back and fondled Pete's throbbing cock. He slowly rocked back guiding it toward its home. Twisting his hips he felt Pete thrusting, seeking entry. Moving further back he squated directly over Pete. His hand guided Pete as he lowered himself. Grunting he pressed down. Pete entered with one savage upward thrust as Jerry descended.

Jerry, impaled on Pete's cock, started riding up and down. Pete thrust up with his hips each time Jerry sat back and down. Again, together they paced themselves for maximum pleasure. Jerry leaned back with his arms supporting his body. Pete reached down and started stroking Jerry's prick. The joint sensations drove Jerry to ecstasy. Now he humped and bucked, urging Pete on. He called out for harder, deeper thrusts. He ground his ass into Pete's crotch talking dirty, his face contorted in desire.

Pete slowed, panting. Now he talked delay, wanting to make it last. Forever, if possible. He knew he was now one giant sexual organ that savored every touch, wanting to stay trembling on the brink. Even the streams of water flowing over him caressed him with a feeling of passion and desire. Pete wanted to melt into Jerry, feel all of himself and Jerry burning together in a sensual flame flickering and leaping without pain, just a fierce warm glow of pleasure.

Jerry grinned down at Pete. His breath was coming in gasps. "I've created a monster. You are driving me out of my mind, you shit. Delay is for extending pleasure. When it isn't a pleasure to wait, delay is a pain in the ass. Present company excepted on that last remark."

Twitching his rump Jerry urged Pete to resume. He felt Pete responding. Pete had not pulled out when he slowed down and stopped. Now Jerry pushed down and ground his hips inflaming Pete again. Jerry took his own cock in hand and stroked it in time with each down thrust against Pete. Watching, Pete found his hips responding. They pushed up forcing his dick farther and farther into Jerry. He felt it swelling, again, filling Jerry, stabbing into his gut.

Jerry begain quivering. Sucking in air, each exhale became a moaning sob. Harder and harder he pushed down onto Pete's cock. His excitement transfered itself to Pete. He started thrasing and pumping wildly up into Jerry. "I can't wait any more," screamed Jerry. "Fuck me, do it, do it hard, do it now!" Jerry was sobbing and pleading. His hand tightened on his cock and whipped it with frenzy.

Climaxes mounted and rolled over both of them. Pete tensed, shuddered, jerked and arched his back. With a powerful surge he lifted Jerry off just as he ejaculated, moaning and spraying all over Jerry. Jerry felt the hot splatter against his bottom. The sensations triggered his own orgasm. His cum shot out and fell. It squirted all over Pete and washed away in the running water.

They collapsed with release and exhaustion. Jerry was still moaning softly. The water continued to gush over them as they lay panting, slowly recovering from the high that had gripped them.

Pete rose and pulled Jerry up into his arms. "I'm sorry. I lost control. Didn't mean to hurt you. I've so much to learn."

Jerry shook his head. "Not hurt. Not hurt," he murmered against Pete's shoulder. "It was just too damn good, buddy. Too damn good."

Again they soaped and scrubbed. Touching lightly, they rinsed. They moved against each other in a languid ballet letting the water course over every familiar body surface. Each time their eyes met, Jerry flashed his grin and Pete winked.

Standing in front of the bed, they toweled each other. Dropping his towel around Pete's neck he grasped the ends and pulled gently. Pete moved against him. Jerry brushed his lips on Pete's. "Thanks," he whispered.

"No, big brother, thank you."

Their eyes, glinting green fire, locked. Pete let out a long low sigh. They both glanced down and saw that the night was just beginning. Still damp they moved into each other's arms and tumbled onto the bed.

Pete's desire mounted as his hands re-explored. Jerry's body was all there for him to learn, touch, feel, real. He slowly stroked himself as he traced the growingly familiar contours. Jerry reached out and clasped Pete's wrist. "Want me to finish that for you?" His voice was low, husky, passionate.

"No, Jerry, no high school jerk off stuff, I want . . . " Pete's eyes locked with Jerry's. It was clear that anything he wanted could happen. Pete pulled Jerry close beside him.

"What do you want?" Jerry asked, a trace of laughter, a hint of magnolia in his voice.

Pete's reply was simple, "Whatever you want."

With a chuckle rumbling deep in his throat Jerry clasped Pete's head in his hands and stared into Pete's eyes. "Then watch out," he warned. "We're going all the way, around the world and back. Are you sure you want this? You're dealing with an experienced cock, remember. And you do know I've done more. There are things I didn't even get around to writing you."

"You know the song, you beautiful reb. Anything you can do, I can do better. Give me a chance." challenged Pete.

"You give me shivers." Jerry's eyes were glowing, warm. Their green glint pierced Pete's heart as Jerry pulled Pete tight against him. Their lips met. Fire exploded in every blood vessel of Pete's body. He flamed and shimmered with a glow of passion even more intense than he had felt when they had been joined in the shower. Kissing, they sucked tongues as their hands roamed over each other again fondling, teasing, tempting.

Jerry broke contact. He kissed Pete's chin. Nibbled on an ear. His tongue grazed across Pete's chin and down his neck. Pete groaned as Jerry left his marks of posession just below where the faint tan line told him they would be covered when Pete was dressed. He then moved slowly down, kissing and licking Pete's chest, nipples, belly. Gradually he shifted position. As he reached Pete's cock, Pete's eyes opened to find Jerry's erection right in front of his face. It was so tempting, so perfect, so right.

Pete felt Jerry's arms pull him into Jerry's mouth. He opened his own mouth wide and closed it over the end of Jerry's cock. He felt Jerry's tongue licking around and around his rod's head. Pete followed along, working by feel to do to Jerry what Jerry was doing to him. He sucked on Jerry eagerly as Jerry nurtured himself on Pete's throbbing prick.

A thrill of discovery surged through Pete. It was like he was sucking his own cock. Every move was in unison. The pleasures mounted as he gave pleasure back to Jerry. Licking down their shafts together they sucked and nuzzled each other's balls. It was new and incredible. Pete found himself moaning with happiness.

Pete felt Jerry massaging his butt cheeks as he was pulled deep into Jerry's eager mouth. Pete knew he was close to shooting. It built within, making his body throb like he was all cock. Jerry reached a hand down and shoved his thumb into Pete's mouth to joint his cock. When he brought his hand back up, Pete felt Jerry stick it into his own mouth, right next to Pete's dick as it slid in and out. Then Jerry's hands were back hugging Pete close, clasping his rear. His spit-wet thumb slid between Pete's cheeks. It went right to Pete's rectum, pressed and then popped in and wriggled as he eased back to watch.

Pete blasted off. He screamed, surged, squirted, squirmed, shoting his cum in hot ribbons into Jerry's face, clumping in his hair, running down his cheek. Jerry's dick flopped free, but his ejaculation was again violently triggered by Pete's. Jerry spurted, showering his man juices all over Pete. It was warm and salty where a drop hit Pete's open, gasping mouth. Pete collapsed trembling and moaning as Jerry's cum continued dribbling out, running down his chin.

Jerry was kissing him again, licking up his own cum, laughing. Pete tasted his cum and Jerry's mingled in Jerry's kiss. "I could live on a diet of our love juice," Jerry whispered in his ear.

"You are a crazy mother fucking cock sucking wonder," Pete muttered as he nuzzled in Jerry's embrace.

They snuggled together. Brief tremors of sex shook them. Jerry chuckled and hugged Pete close. Exhaused their bodies relaxed. Pete could feel Jerry's heart beat as it retuned to a more normal pace. He felt Jerry's lips brush his ear. And then Jerry's breathing grew deep and regular. Jerry was asleep. Pete lay still, tingling everywhere Jerry's arms and body were touching him. A peace and calm rolled over him with the inner heat of banked passion and the warmth of Jerry. Pete slept, a contented smile on his face. It had been right to agree to meet.