Joe hung up the phone an ripped off the page on which he'd scrawled the directions to the farm. A whole weekend of fucking and sucking with Tim. The thought of it made his heart pound and his prick stiffen. He glanced at the clock. If he hurried, there'd be just enough time to shower and drive to Cinema II. What he really wanted to do was think of Tim and beat off in the shower with the hot water streaming down his body. But there wasn't time, not if he wanted to be in his seat when the picture started. But he was seated in plenty of time. He sat near the back. Not much of a crowed, he thought. A couple of teenage girls down front. A young couple more interested in each other than a move.
Three boys from McKinley High wolfing down jumbo boxes of popcorn. Just before the lights dimmed, a guy strolled down the aisle. He walked about a third of the way down, then turned and walked back, as if he were looking for someone. The blond youth's eyes caught Joel's, held for a second, then dropped to the floor. In that second, Joel saw an unnameable something that sent liquid fire through his veins. He bolted upright in his seat. He didn't know what he'd do if the guy walked out. He felt compelled to follow him. But Joel relaxed when the youth sat down across the aisle, in the same row as Joel. The blond, dressed in white, slouched in his seat, one kneed propped against the back of the seat in front of him, his elbows on the armrests. Long, graceful fingers formed a tent. Joel had never seen him before--not at McKinley or on the streets of Penwood. If he had, he would never have forgotten him. Never. The blond looked like a handsome college kid who should be IN the movies not AT the movies. Maybe a college freshman on summer vacation. But why would he come to a dead-end town like Penwood? Especially dressed in dazzling white Ocean Pacifics--corduroy shorts, light-weight jacket, sleeves pushed up, collar up. A walking fashion magazine.
The guys at McKinley would have laughed their asses off it they'd seen a dream like him strolling the halls. Showed what assholes the guys were at McKinley. Joel wanted to be like the strange in every way. That's the way Joel was going to dress when he started at Penn State in the fall. As the lights dimmed, Joel slid a glance in the college kid's direction. The youth's hand dropped to his knee, then slid up his bare thigh and came to rest on his basket. Even in that light Joel could see the pale hairs on the blond's thighs. It make him hot. He'd like to put his hand on the thigh. Or, better yet, his tongue. He'd lick the blond hairs. Lick his way right up under his shorts. Joel made a grab for his own stiffening cock. He could cream his Jockeys just thinking about licking the blond's crotch. Except for Tim, Penwood had never seen a more handsome guy than the one across the aisle.
Announcements flashed on the screen. Turning his head slightly to the left, Joel propped his chin on this hand. He pretended to read the announcements, but his eyes were glued to the blond. Joel's breath caught when the blond gave his basket a blatant squeeze. The blond's tongue came out as if he were trying to touch his nose, but instead, it moved back and forth across his upperlip. Then he made matters worse by rubbing his basket with his open hand. Joel's heart thundered. His hard cock started drooling pre-come, wetting his shorts. He squeezed his cock as if he could halt the flow of his juices. Sliding down in his seat and raising his knee, Joel sat in a position similar to the blond's and made a bid show of massaging his cock.
It seemed to turn the blond on; his hand movements picked up speed. But it floored Joel when the hot blond worked his hand up under the leg opening of his shorts, his hand moving as if he were jerking off in his pants. The feature started, but Joel had forgotten the name of the picture he'd come to see. The show across the aisle was a thousand times better. Joel quivered all over when the blond worked his cock out of the leg opening. He gave his boner a couple of lewd shakes, rolled back his shorts to expose more of his hard-on, then lifted his ass off the seat and fucked his dick up in the air. The light was dim, but Joel knew the cock was out in the open, could see its silhouette, see its impressive length and breadth. Even the marrow of Joel's bones started to cook. The college boy pushed down the upended seat next to him. He made motions with his head. It was as if Joel were a robot and the blond was working the controls. Joel got up, blindly crossed the aisle, and dropped into the seat beside the blond. Before Joel could even reach for the blond's exposed cock, the blond was giving Joel's crotch a lively feeling up.
"Get yours out," the blond said, his lips near Joel's ear, so near that Joel felt down Joel's back. Joel's trembling hands tore at his zipper. He whipped out his boner. His dick head was wet with his sex juices, drooling like a rabid animal. They reached for each other at the same time. Joel explored and stroked the stranger's feverish, stone-hard prick, felt his fleecy thigh. The blond gave Joel's wet prick a spirited jacking. It was more than Joel could take. He bent over and licked the blond's silky prick head. The handsome, clean-cut dick throbbed against his lips. The position was awkward, but Joel shifted in his seat until he was able to take the dick head in his mouth. He sucked hungrily; his tongue thrashed. The blond took Joel's head in both hands and pulled him from his prick. "The men's room," he whispered in Joel's ear, sending more hot shivers up and down his spine. "You go first. I'll be there in about five minutes."
Stuffing his boner back in his pants, Joel found his way to the men's room. Two stalls, three urinals, two sinks. He paced the floor, his hands shaking, his cock so hard he thought it would explode. Had it been some kind of trick? Would he ever see the good-looking blond again? It was the longest five minutes of his life. Then the blond burst through the door, into the bright light of the restroom. He was ever better-looking than Joel had thought. His expensively cut silver-blond hair was becomingly short and brushed to perfection. A small gold ring glinted at his left ear. "In here," the blond said, pulling open the door of a stall. For a stranger in town, he seemed to be well acquainted with the men's room at Cinema II. Joel went into the booth.
The blond came in and flipped the bolt. The handsome stranger caught Joel in a manly hug and kissed his mouth. The intensity of his tongue-thrashing kiss rocked Joel like a nuclear blast. The delicious spearmint flavor of his mouth amalgamated with the copper taste of sex in Joel's mouth. Hot puffs of air burst from the stranger's nose and burned Joel's feverish skin. Joel's hands worked over the hot blond-up and down his back, his ass, worked their way up the legs of his shorts. The college student broke their embrace. "Stand up there," he said, indicating the toilet bowl. Joel climbed up onto the toilet seat, leaning against the wall and hunching his hips forward. His horny cock tentpoled his jeans. With one hand, the blond massaged Joel's boner. He unzipped him with his free hand. Eager to please, Joel helped. He released the button at the waistband and pushed his jeans and underpants down.
The jeans fell to his feet. His Jockeys hung around his knees. He rolled his T-shirt to his tits, exposing as much of his body as he could. He watched the blond's face light up when his private parts were fully exposed. Joel was selfconscious of his skimpy patch of pubic hair, but he was proud of his fat eight incher. "Nice," the blond purred. "You've got a thick one." He squeezed Joel's pulsing prick. The sticky stuff oozing from Joel's cock slit didn't seem to bother him. His other hand flondled Joel's belly, his dark crotch hair, his balls, his thighs. Forming an O with his lips, the blond took Joel's sticky dick head into his mouth, clamped his mouth shut, and slid down the entire length of Joel's thick meat. Joel felt his dick knob burst through his soft palate and plunge into the ovenlike heat of his gullet. Closing his eyes, Joel groaned and tangled his fingers in the college student's silky silver-blond hair.
When he opened his eyes and looked down, Joel saw that the blond had gobbled his cock to the balls. His head turned from side to side as he rubbed his nose in Joel's crotch hair. Then the blond let the entire prick slip from his mouth. He took the full length of Joel's cock in the same manner at least a dozen times. Pointing his tongue, the blond flicked it at Joel's come slit. After he'd painted the whole know with spit, he worked out on the underside of Joel's tingling dick--the groove, the pleasure spot--the spot where his gut-grabbing orgasms started. The eye of the storm. And a storm was brewing in Joel's balls now. He totally gave himself up to the pleasure of the blond's hot sucking mouth.
The college student played with Joel's balls and hammered on a greedy portion of his spit-streaming, throbbing prick. Excess spit soaked his cock hair, ran down and tickled his balls. Joel could tell by the way the blond sucked that he wanted Joel's load. So Joel didn't try to hold back. He let himself be tossed about in a stormy sea of passion. He felt himself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. As his passion soared, he started crying out, moaned, clutched handfuls of blond hair, and fucked into the handsome stranger's hammering face. "I'm gonna shoot!" Joel warned in a hoarse whisper. "Uh, uh, uh!" Reaching out, Joel grasped the metal partitions on either side and hung on. The mind-blowing climax took hold and rendered him helpless. His knees buckled, and he pumped what seemed to be a half-liter of cock cream. The bond slurped down the entire load like man dehydrated in the desert.
After he's scavenged every drop, he looked up at Joel and smiled, wiping the corners of his mouth with his thumb and middle finger. "Do you want to suck me off?" he asked. "Hell, yes!" Pulling his jeans up to his knees, Joel swapped places with the blond, and he was face to face with the college kid's crotch. His white OPs bulged. It looked like he's stuffed a grapefruit down his shorts. Joel let his fingers trail up and down the blond's golden-haired thighs he unzipped. The front fell open and showed a bulging pair of bikini briefs in a sexy shade of yellow, a strip of milky belly. When the shorts came down, Joel saw that even his cock hair was blond, darker than the hair on his head and thighs, more gold than silver.
Then his cock sprang out into brilliant light of florescent panels overhead. The stranger's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him- -long, slender. Delicate skin, lightly veined. It was the longest boner Joel had ever seen. A nine-incher, he guessed. Joel wrapped his lips around the upthrusting cock and worked his way up and down, eating the prick as if gnawing kernels from an ear of corn. He took the head and gluttonous portion of the long shaft in his mouth. He sawed up and down slowly, tenderly, getting high and rock-hard on the erotic taste of the blond's long meat. It had been only a little more than a week since Joel had a cock in his mouth. It seemed like months.
After a couple of minutes of sucking, Joel let the wet tool slip from his mouth and pulled back to admire it. The wet, perfectly shaped head was pink and as shiny- bright as a Christmas ball. He gave it a spirited tonguing, the went back to hammering up and down the cock's extravagant length. He twisted one on the slippery shaft and used his other hand to massage the blond's swollen balls. It felt good to have a cock in his mouth, his head buzzing with the smell of sex and male crotch. He could have gone on like this for hours. His own cock was hard and jerked in midair. It needed a good pounding, but he was too busy enjoying the stranger's That could come later.
But all too soon, the hot blond's panting breaths sawed faster and faster. "Here it comes! he cried. "Suck my load!" His spasming cock ballooned and flooded Joel's mouth with a boiling load of thick jism. Joel thrilled to the load's staggering richness, holding it in his mouth before letting the first mouthful slide to his guts. He took a second mouthful, then sucked the blond's prick until it had almost completely relaxed. "You're the best thing that's happened since I came to Penwood," the blond said. He got down of the toilet seat and pulled his briefs in place. "Thanks," Joel said, stuffing his boner in his Jockeys. But not before the blond looked down at it, a hungry look in his eyes.
"Where are you from?" "The name's Aaron," the blond said. "I'm a student at Princeton--when I'm not on vacation. My parents moved here from Philadelphia." Joel introduced himself while he struggled to close his fly over his boner. He knew Aaron was watching. "I have a van in the parking lot," Aaron said. "I've got a mattress and a blanket. Real cozy inside. D'you want to see it?" He fingered Joel's hard-on through his clothing. "We can take everything off." Boiling lava pumped through Joel's veins. "Let's go!" They talked as they hurried from the theater to the parking lot. Joel learned that Aaron would be a sophomore when he returned to Princeton in the fall. And that his father was the new vice-president at the mill. It had been all over the morning paper that the mill, Penwood's only industry, had recently been sold to a huge conglomerate. Aaron unlocked the back of the van. Joel crawled in first.
A mattress took up most of the floor space. The rear windows, covered with vinyl to give them a frosted look, cast a soft light over the mattress. "Take everything off," Aaron said, "I want to see you." He took off his jacket, his knit pull-over. When the were naked, Aaron stretched out beside Joel. Joel grabbed the blond of another exchange of hot kissed and ground his hard-on against the checks were as downy as a peach skin. Joel played in the hairs in Aaron's sweaty ass crack. Raising on leg in the air and opening up the deep cleft, Aaron said, "That's why I wanted to come to the van. I want you to fuck me." He swabbed Joel's ear. "Roll over," Joel said, sitting up. Aaron lay facedown, his legs spread. He lifted his ass in the air and fucked his hard-on into the mattress. Joel crawled between his legs. He fondled Aaron's downy cheeks. The fuzz on his luscious globes was so pale it was almost invisible.
Bending down, Joel the other. Then he covered both cheeks with kisses, his tongue making spit trails. Using his thumbs, Joel parted the checks and stared into the golden crack. There among the hairs Joel save the blond's pink asshole. He went in nose first, sniffing, inhaling the aromatic smell of ass. He kissed and sucked the tender lips, then worked his flapping tongue inside. Aaron pulled his own ass cheeks apart. He moaned, and pleaded for an ass fucking. When Aaron's constricting hole was dripping spit, Joel spit on his fingers and slicked his own cock. The tight hole surrendered to Joel's probing cock head. Joel looked down and watched his fat prick disappear into the asshole's steamy depths. Aaron shivered and rotated his hot but while Joel plumbed the depths of his ass chute. Withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained inside, Joel started humping, gradually increasing his speed.
The tight ring of muscle and the incredible heat wrapped around his cock and spread over him like a blanket. It was as if he'd plunged his cock into a vat of hot lapping tongues. Every inch of his cock was being caressed by licking ass membranes. An overload of passion surged through his system, turning him into a fucking demon. A hard-humping maniac. He fucked for more than five minutes, always increasing his speed, slamming into Aaron's ass with deeper prick- stabbing thrust. The harder and faster he fucked, the more Aaron loved it. "Turn over!" Joel panted, ripping his rigid prick from the mushy depths of his sucking ass. Joel held his slippery prick, ready to ram the hot blond as soon as he flipped over. Aaron rolled and threw his legs over his head, his long fingers wrapped around his ankles. It was the way Joel had often fucked his buddy Tim, the position they had always liked best.
He plugged his cock in the hungry blond's sloppy asshole and put his ass in passing gear. He rode with style and vigor. Before he realized it, Joel was far beyond the point of no return. He was barreling toward the finish like an out-of -control vehicle speeding downhill. "Goddamn it!" he cried. But he continued to accelerate the speed of his thursts. He stifled a scream. Sinking his cock to his drawn-up balls, Joel blew a searing load of fuck juice up Aaron's love tunnel. When the last of the most violent spasms had run their course, Joel collapsed on top of Aaron.
Three boys from McKinley High wolfing down jumbo boxes of popcorn. Just before the lights dimmed, a guy strolled down the aisle. He walked about a third of the way down, then turned and walked back, as if he were looking for someone. The blond youth's eyes caught Joel's, held for a second, then dropped to the floor. In that second, Joel saw an unnameable something that sent liquid fire through his veins. He bolted upright in his seat. He didn't know what he'd do if the guy walked out. He felt compelled to follow him. But Joel relaxed when the youth sat down across the aisle, in the same row as Joel. The blond, dressed in white, slouched in his seat, one kneed propped against the back of the seat in front of him, his elbows on the armrests. Long, graceful fingers formed a tent. Joel had never seen him before--not at McKinley or on the streets of Penwood. If he had, he would never have forgotten him. Never. The blond looked like a handsome college kid who should be IN the movies not AT the movies. Maybe a college freshman on summer vacation. But why would he come to a dead-end town like Penwood? Especially dressed in dazzling white Ocean Pacifics--corduroy shorts, light-weight jacket, sleeves pushed up, collar up. A walking fashion magazine.
The guys at McKinley would have laughed their asses off it they'd seen a dream like him strolling the halls. Showed what assholes the guys were at McKinley. Joel wanted to be like the strange in every way. That's the way Joel was going to dress when he started at Penn State in the fall. As the lights dimmed, Joel slid a glance in the college kid's direction. The youth's hand dropped to his knee, then slid up his bare thigh and came to rest on his basket. Even in that light Joel could see the pale hairs on the blond's thighs. It make him hot. He'd like to put his hand on the thigh. Or, better yet, his tongue. He'd lick the blond hairs. Lick his way right up under his shorts. Joel made a grab for his own stiffening cock. He could cream his Jockeys just thinking about licking the blond's crotch. Except for Tim, Penwood had never seen a more handsome guy than the one across the aisle.
Announcements flashed on the screen. Turning his head slightly to the left, Joel propped his chin on this hand. He pretended to read the announcements, but his eyes were glued to the blond. Joel's breath caught when the blond gave his basket a blatant squeeze. The blond's tongue came out as if he were trying to touch his nose, but instead, it moved back and forth across his upperlip. Then he made matters worse by rubbing his basket with his open hand. Joel's heart thundered. His hard cock started drooling pre-come, wetting his shorts. He squeezed his cock as if he could halt the flow of his juices. Sliding down in his seat and raising his knee, Joel sat in a position similar to the blond's and made a bid show of massaging his cock.
It seemed to turn the blond on; his hand movements picked up speed. But it floored Joel when the hot blond worked his hand up under the leg opening of his shorts, his hand moving as if he were jerking off in his pants. The feature started, but Joel had forgotten the name of the picture he'd come to see. The show across the aisle was a thousand times better. Joel quivered all over when the blond worked his cock out of the leg opening. He gave his boner a couple of lewd shakes, rolled back his shorts to expose more of his hard-on, then lifted his ass off the seat and fucked his dick up in the air. The light was dim, but Joel knew the cock was out in the open, could see its silhouette, see its impressive length and breadth. Even the marrow of Joel's bones started to cook. The college boy pushed down the upended seat next to him. He made motions with his head. It was as if Joel were a robot and the blond was working the controls. Joel got up, blindly crossed the aisle, and dropped into the seat beside the blond. Before Joel could even reach for the blond's exposed cock, the blond was giving Joel's crotch a lively feeling up.
"Get yours out," the blond said, his lips near Joel's ear, so near that Joel felt down Joel's back. Joel's trembling hands tore at his zipper. He whipped out his boner. His dick head was wet with his sex juices, drooling like a rabid animal. They reached for each other at the same time. Joel explored and stroked the stranger's feverish, stone-hard prick, felt his fleecy thigh. The blond gave Joel's wet prick a spirited jacking. It was more than Joel could take. He bent over and licked the blond's silky prick head. The handsome, clean-cut dick throbbed against his lips. The position was awkward, but Joel shifted in his seat until he was able to take the dick head in his mouth. He sucked hungrily; his tongue thrashed. The blond took Joel's head in both hands and pulled him from his prick. "The men's room," he whispered in Joel's ear, sending more hot shivers up and down his spine. "You go first. I'll be there in about five minutes."
Stuffing his boner back in his pants, Joel found his way to the men's room. Two stalls, three urinals, two sinks. He paced the floor, his hands shaking, his cock so hard he thought it would explode. Had it been some kind of trick? Would he ever see the good-looking blond again? It was the longest five minutes of his life. Then the blond burst through the door, into the bright light of the restroom. He was ever better-looking than Joel had thought. His expensively cut silver-blond hair was becomingly short and brushed to perfection. A small gold ring glinted at his left ear. "In here," the blond said, pulling open the door of a stall. For a stranger in town, he seemed to be well acquainted with the men's room at Cinema II. Joel went into the booth.
The blond came in and flipped the bolt. The handsome stranger caught Joel in a manly hug and kissed his mouth. The intensity of his tongue-thrashing kiss rocked Joel like a nuclear blast. The delicious spearmint flavor of his mouth amalgamated with the copper taste of sex in Joel's mouth. Hot puffs of air burst from the stranger's nose and burned Joel's feverish skin. Joel's hands worked over the hot blond-up and down his back, his ass, worked their way up the legs of his shorts. The college student broke their embrace. "Stand up there," he said, indicating the toilet bowl. Joel climbed up onto the toilet seat, leaning against the wall and hunching his hips forward. His horny cock tentpoled his jeans. With one hand, the blond massaged Joel's boner. He unzipped him with his free hand. Eager to please, Joel helped. He released the button at the waistband and pushed his jeans and underpants down.
The jeans fell to his feet. His Jockeys hung around his knees. He rolled his T-shirt to his tits, exposing as much of his body as he could. He watched the blond's face light up when his private parts were fully exposed. Joel was selfconscious of his skimpy patch of pubic hair, but he was proud of his fat eight incher. "Nice," the blond purred. "You've got a thick one." He squeezed Joel's pulsing prick. The sticky stuff oozing from Joel's cock slit didn't seem to bother him. His other hand flondled Joel's belly, his dark crotch hair, his balls, his thighs. Forming an O with his lips, the blond took Joel's sticky dick head into his mouth, clamped his mouth shut, and slid down the entire length of Joel's thick meat. Joel felt his dick knob burst through his soft palate and plunge into the ovenlike heat of his gullet. Closing his eyes, Joel groaned and tangled his fingers in the college student's silky silver-blond hair.
When he opened his eyes and looked down, Joel saw that the blond had gobbled his cock to the balls. His head turned from side to side as he rubbed his nose in Joel's crotch hair. Then the blond let the entire prick slip from his mouth. He took the full length of Joel's cock in the same manner at least a dozen times. Pointing his tongue, the blond flicked it at Joel's come slit. After he'd painted the whole know with spit, he worked out on the underside of Joel's tingling dick--the groove, the pleasure spot--the spot where his gut-grabbing orgasms started. The eye of the storm. And a storm was brewing in Joel's balls now. He totally gave himself up to the pleasure of the blond's hot sucking mouth.
The college student played with Joel's balls and hammered on a greedy portion of his spit-streaming, throbbing prick. Excess spit soaked his cock hair, ran down and tickled his balls. Joel could tell by the way the blond sucked that he wanted Joel's load. So Joel didn't try to hold back. He let himself be tossed about in a stormy sea of passion. He felt himself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. As his passion soared, he started crying out, moaned, clutched handfuls of blond hair, and fucked into the handsome stranger's hammering face. "I'm gonna shoot!" Joel warned in a hoarse whisper. "Uh, uh, uh!" Reaching out, Joel grasped the metal partitions on either side and hung on. The mind-blowing climax took hold and rendered him helpless. His knees buckled, and he pumped what seemed to be a half-liter of cock cream. The bond slurped down the entire load like man dehydrated in the desert.
After he's scavenged every drop, he looked up at Joel and smiled, wiping the corners of his mouth with his thumb and middle finger. "Do you want to suck me off?" he asked. "Hell, yes!" Pulling his jeans up to his knees, Joel swapped places with the blond, and he was face to face with the college kid's crotch. His white OPs bulged. It looked like he's stuffed a grapefruit down his shorts. Joel let his fingers trail up and down the blond's golden-haired thighs he unzipped. The front fell open and showed a bulging pair of bikini briefs in a sexy shade of yellow, a strip of milky belly. When the shorts came down, Joel saw that even his cock hair was blond, darker than the hair on his head and thighs, more gold than silver.
Then his cock sprang out into brilliant light of florescent panels overhead. The stranger's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him- -long, slender. Delicate skin, lightly veined. It was the longest boner Joel had ever seen. A nine-incher, he guessed. Joel wrapped his lips around the upthrusting cock and worked his way up and down, eating the prick as if gnawing kernels from an ear of corn. He took the head and gluttonous portion of the long shaft in his mouth. He sawed up and down slowly, tenderly, getting high and rock-hard on the erotic taste of the blond's long meat. It had been only a little more than a week since Joel had a cock in his mouth. It seemed like months.
After a couple of minutes of sucking, Joel let the wet tool slip from his mouth and pulled back to admire it. The wet, perfectly shaped head was pink and as shiny- bright as a Christmas ball. He gave it a spirited tonguing, the went back to hammering up and down the cock's extravagant length. He twisted one on the slippery shaft and used his other hand to massage the blond's swollen balls. It felt good to have a cock in his mouth, his head buzzing with the smell of sex and male crotch. He could have gone on like this for hours. His own cock was hard and jerked in midair. It needed a good pounding, but he was too busy enjoying the stranger's That could come later.
But all too soon, the hot blond's panting breaths sawed faster and faster. "Here it comes! he cried. "Suck my load!" His spasming cock ballooned and flooded Joel's mouth with a boiling load of thick jism. Joel thrilled to the load's staggering richness, holding it in his mouth before letting the first mouthful slide to his guts. He took a second mouthful, then sucked the blond's prick until it had almost completely relaxed. "You're the best thing that's happened since I came to Penwood," the blond said. He got down of the toilet seat and pulled his briefs in place. "Thanks," Joel said, stuffing his boner in his Jockeys. But not before the blond looked down at it, a hungry look in his eyes.
"Where are you from?" "The name's Aaron," the blond said. "I'm a student at Princeton--when I'm not on vacation. My parents moved here from Philadelphia." Joel introduced himself while he struggled to close his fly over his boner. He knew Aaron was watching. "I have a van in the parking lot," Aaron said. "I've got a mattress and a blanket. Real cozy inside. D'you want to see it?" He fingered Joel's hard-on through his clothing. "We can take everything off." Boiling lava pumped through Joel's veins. "Let's go!" They talked as they hurried from the theater to the parking lot. Joel learned that Aaron would be a sophomore when he returned to Princeton in the fall. And that his father was the new vice-president at the mill. It had been all over the morning paper that the mill, Penwood's only industry, had recently been sold to a huge conglomerate. Aaron unlocked the back of the van. Joel crawled in first.
A mattress took up most of the floor space. The rear windows, covered with vinyl to give them a frosted look, cast a soft light over the mattress. "Take everything off," Aaron said, "I want to see you." He took off his jacket, his knit pull-over. When the were naked, Aaron stretched out beside Joel. Joel grabbed the blond of another exchange of hot kissed and ground his hard-on against the checks were as downy as a peach skin. Joel played in the hairs in Aaron's sweaty ass crack. Raising on leg in the air and opening up the deep cleft, Aaron said, "That's why I wanted to come to the van. I want you to fuck me." He swabbed Joel's ear. "Roll over," Joel said, sitting up. Aaron lay facedown, his legs spread. He lifted his ass in the air and fucked his hard-on into the mattress. Joel crawled between his legs. He fondled Aaron's downy cheeks. The fuzz on his luscious globes was so pale it was almost invisible.
Bending down, Joel the other. Then he covered both cheeks with kisses, his tongue making spit trails. Using his thumbs, Joel parted the checks and stared into the golden crack. There among the hairs Joel save the blond's pink asshole. He went in nose first, sniffing, inhaling the aromatic smell of ass. He kissed and sucked the tender lips, then worked his flapping tongue inside. Aaron pulled his own ass cheeks apart. He moaned, and pleaded for an ass fucking. When Aaron's constricting hole was dripping spit, Joel spit on his fingers and slicked his own cock. The tight hole surrendered to Joel's probing cock head. Joel looked down and watched his fat prick disappear into the asshole's steamy depths. Aaron shivered and rotated his hot but while Joel plumbed the depths of his ass chute. Withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained inside, Joel started humping, gradually increasing his speed.
The tight ring of muscle and the incredible heat wrapped around his cock and spread over him like a blanket. It was as if he'd plunged his cock into a vat of hot lapping tongues. Every inch of his cock was being caressed by licking ass membranes. An overload of passion surged through his system, turning him into a fucking demon. A hard-humping maniac. He fucked for more than five minutes, always increasing his speed, slamming into Aaron's ass with deeper prick- stabbing thrust. The harder and faster he fucked, the more Aaron loved it. "Turn over!" Joel panted, ripping his rigid prick from the mushy depths of his sucking ass. Joel held his slippery prick, ready to ram the hot blond as soon as he flipped over. Aaron rolled and threw his legs over his head, his long fingers wrapped around his ankles. It was the way Joel had often fucked his buddy Tim, the position they had always liked best.
He plugged his cock in the hungry blond's sloppy asshole and put his ass in passing gear. He rode with style and vigor. Before he realized it, Joel was far beyond the point of no return. He was barreling toward the finish like an out-of -control vehicle speeding downhill. "Goddamn it!" he cried. But he continued to accelerate the speed of his thursts. He stifled a scream. Sinking his cock to his drawn-up balls, Joel blew a searing load of fuck juice up Aaron's love tunnel. When the last of the most violent spasms had run their course, Joel collapsed on top of Aaron.
