The Beginning of Bareback Michael

When I woke up this morning, my cock was dripping cum all over the sheets. Another dream about Henry, this one more erotic than the last. I lay on my back, stroking my second boner of the morning and replaying the dream in my mind. My best friend Henry and I had been walking through the woods, Henry in front and me behind, admiring the curves of Henry's sensuous ass in his tight shorts. We were both naked from the waist up and Henry's muscles rippled as he pushed low-hanging branches aside. Both Henry and I were seniors, just getting ready to enter our freshman year in college and had been buddies on the football team. I thought tight end was the perfect position for Henry and wondered what it would be like to have my hands all over Henry's sumptuous butt cheeks.

We came upon a creek; the water looked so inviting on that hot day. Henry turned to me and asked, "How about a dip?" He smiled right into my eyes, making me shiver with the excitement of seeing Henry naked. I had been in the shower dozens of times with Henry and each one was a test of my fortitude. It was almost impossible to keep from getting an erection.

"Ok," I said, trying to suppress my pleasure. I bent to untie my shoes and then paused to watch as Henry also bent over to remove his shoes. I swallowed audibly as I watched Henry's ass and imagined pressing my own hard cock up against it. God, how I would love to stand behind Henry and grab his cock, pumping it as I pressed my own cock right up against Henry's asshole opening. Would I dare push it all the way in? If I got that far, surely Henry wouldn't object to going a little further...

Henry dropped his shorts and I pretended not to watch, as I took off my own. I'd seen Henry's cock a million times and was always impressed. Even soft it was a sight to behold, and when it was hard, I thought it must be at least nine inches. Henry took a running dive into the creek and I followed, though more cautiously. It would be just like Henry, as reckless as he was, to break his neck. He didn't, though, and I saw him surface in the middle of the creek. My penis gave a little jump as I watched Henry turn over and backstroke his way to the far bank. Henry's muscular arms pulled him up onto the far bank, and he turned and yelled to me, "Come on over here!" I hurriedly stroked my way to the far bank and pulled myself up onto the bank near where Henry was stretched out on his back, eyes closed. "The sun feels good after that cold water," Henry murmured.

"Um hum," I replied, stretching out next to Henry, trying to ignore the twitching of my cock. Being naked with Henry was almost unbearable for me and I could feel my penis start to rise. I kept my eyes closed in hopes Henry wouldn't notice. After a few moments, though, Henry cleared his throat. I opened my eyes and saw Henry staring at my erection. "What do we have here?" Henry asked playfully, gently flicking the head of my cock. That one simple action sent a throb of pleasure down my cock and I tried unsuccessfully to stifle a groan. I looked into Henry's eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. I'd never told Henry I was gay, and I wondered if Henry had figured it out. After all, I was cute enough to have dated any girl I wanted, but I turned down every advance that came my way, preferring to instead spend my time playing football with the guys or alone in my room. Well, if Henry didn't know before, he was about to find out.

I glanced down at Henry's lap and saw that his cock was hard, too. I smiled up at Henry, who returned my smile and wrapped his hand firmly around my cock. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. It was the first time any man had ever touched me and I was in heaven. I jumped when Henry's right hand slid around my engorged poll. Henry did not look down but continued looking into my eyes. Stunned, I stared back. Henry took my right hand and placed it around his own cock. The sensation I felt was almost indescribable. This was the first cock other than my own that I had ever touched. It felt both hard and soft at the same time and it felt silky. I had never noticed that about my own cock. I couldn't resist; I looked down and stared in amazement. Henry and I were holding each other's cocks. Henry began to stroke me and I followed suit. After a few moments of us each jerking off the other, I could feel my orgasm building but I wanted to try to hold out longer than Henry and enjoy the feel and pleasure of Henry's cock in my hand. Henry smiled at me and I smiled back. Then Henry leaned toward me, shoved his tongue into my mouth, and pumped harder. That was too much for me. Just as I relaxed and let my orgasm explode, I felt hot cum splatter against my chest and abdomen. I lay back, limp and expended, never letting go of Henry's dripping cock. "Easy, Chris, easy," Henry said softly in my ear. I realized that Henry was pressing his body up against me, our groins smashed together. If I hadn't just climaxed I surely would have sprung another boner.

It was at this point that I awoke to find myself furiously pumping my own cock. Shit, maybe I should just tell Henry. Maybe Henry was having the same dreams about me. I doubted it, though, since Henry had always dated all throughout high school and loved bragging about the chicks he banged. Well, it didn't matter anyway, since we were both leaving for different colleges next week. I figured college would be the perfect place to explore the desires I had always kept hidden.

But the images in my dream just wouldn't go away. Usually I could jerk off and I would be fine, but this time, jerking off twice didn't leave me satisfied. Finally, I resolved to do something I had never done before: go to a gay bar. I lived near enough to a big city so that I could drive in to go to a bar where I was sure no one from my school would see me. I'd been tempted so often, especially after checking the bar out online and seeing pictures of hot guys dancing together. I'd caught the innuendo of what happened in the basement and I couldn't wait to see all the fucking and sucking for myself. Why not, I figured. I was an adult, ready to go to college. I wanted at least a little experience before I got there. God forbid I arrive there a virgin.

So instead of getting together with Henry to drink a few beers, I found myself standing in front of my first-ever gay bar. I was surprised at how normal-looking most of the clientele entering the bar was-and how incredibly hot. There's just something about gay men that make them way more attractive than the average male. A few guys gave me appraising glances and some smiled. I was confident that tonight would be a good night.

Inside the bar, I was stunned and delighted to find fabulous men in jocks dancing on the bar. The televisions played porn videos of guys fucking and I stopped to watch, my cock throbbing, before turning to the dance floor. Hundreds of guys, it seemed, were dry humping each other, their jeans down around their ankles. Guys made out passionately on the edges of the floor and a couple in a cage was completely naked, running their hands up and down each other's bodies as they tongue kissed. I made my way to the bar, sat down, and ordered a beer. The bartender didn't even glance at me before setting my drink down and I smiled slightly. I knew a few beers would loosen me up enough to do what I really wanted to do-go downstairs.

 

As I was finishing my third beer, the cute, clean-cut guy in tight jeans and a t-shirt on the stool next to me turned to look me up and down, and then smiled. "I'm David. The show's going on upstairs. You wanna go watch?" I looked confused for a moment and David laughed. "You're new here, aren't you?"

 

I nodded and David smiled. "There are drag shows upstairs. We could go watch them...or we could go downstairs." David watched me closely to see how I would react. I was too nervous to speak. David slid off his stool and pressed a bulging crotch against my knee. "Well, you think about it. If you're interested, I'll be downstairs." David disappeared into the crowd as I turned to watch. I saw him reappear again at the far end of the building and disappear again into a narrow doorway. After a few moments, I followed.

The basement was hot and almost completely pitch black. Heavy breathing, groaning, and the smell of cum assaulted my senses. I could barely make out shadowy figures, some on their knees sucking cock for all they were worth, others fucking hard. Finally I saw David entangled in another man's arms, kissing him passionately. While I watched, both guys dropped their jeans and rubbed their stiff cocks together, groins grinding. David caught sight of me and waved me over. "I was hoping you'd join us," he whispered hotly into my ear when I approached them. David grabbed my already-stiff cock through my jeans and massaged it for a moment, then frantically groped for the button on my pants. "Get these off, quick," he whispered.

I couldn't get my pants off fast enough and stood for a moment, eyes closed, as David slowly stroked my penis. I thought it only friendly that I return the favor so I grabbed David's dick and started pumping. At that moment the guy David had been kissing placed his hands on my hips, moved up against my back and slide his cock between my legs, stroking my perineum and pressing against the back of my scrotum. David's stroking became faster and I followed his lead. The guy behind me began humping slowly, pulling back far enough to rake the head of his cock across my ass. Just as David and I were getting into a rhythm, I felt a hot liquid hit the back of my scrotum. The guy behind me came silently without any telltale moan. He stopped thrusting but his cock stayed hard.

A moment later, I felt the guy begin to thrust again. Each time he withdrew he would place the head of his cock against my asshole and press. The cum from his previous ejaculation provided excellent lubrication and my hole slowly began to dilate. I wished silently that the guy would just shove it in, and each time the guy thrust at my ass, I would thrust back, hoping the guy's cock would finally reach its mark. Each time, though, the guy pulled back just before he would penetrate me, and I realized the guy was playing with me. Suddenly, I reached back with my free hand, my other hand still pumping David's cock, and grabbed the guy's dick. I heard the guy suck in a deep breath and stop moving. I lined up the guy's throbbing cock with my own asshole and pressed back so the head of his cock was just inside me. I shuddered, and David slipped his cock out of my hand and leaned toward me. "You want him to ride you bareback?" All I could do was nod and groan. David fell to his knees and took my cock into his mouth and at the same time, the guy behind me slowly slid the full length of his dick into my ass. I had never felt anything so incredible in my life and I knew I would spend as much time as possible doing nothing but fucking and sucking.

I knew it was a matter of mere seconds before I shot my wad into David's hot mouth, and I leaned my hands on David's shoulders to keep from falling down. The guy pumping my ass started going faster and with each stroke, David gobbled my cock even faster and harder. I thrust forward into David's mouth and backwards against the guy's cock with complete abandonment. Finally, the guy grunted loudly and thrust with such force I thought I would fall on top of David. He felt the guy's orgasm shake my own body and cum ran out of my ass and down my butt cheek. The guy held my hips firmly while I pumped and David sucked, until my own orgasm shook my body and I felt my hot cum flood David's mouth. Eyes closed, my whole body felt limp, and I knew I would have fallen to the floor if I hadn't been sandwiched in between the two men. Finally, the guy pulled his dick out of me and pulled up his pants, and David rose from the floor.

David turned to go back upstairs and beckoned to us to follow him. When we found a table, David leaned toward me so he could be heard over the loud throb of the music and yelled, "So what did you think? I take it this was your first time."

I shook my head slowly. "It was amazing. I never imagined anything could feel so good."

David and the other guy laughed. "Oh, the guy who rode you is Charles, by the way. Some guys don't care who they fuck down there, but I thought you might want to know, since he was your first and all."

I held out my hand to shake Charles's, feeling a bit foolishly formal after what had just occurred. "So, you guys come here often?" I asked and we all laughed.

"Charles and I have been coming here for about three months," Davis explained as Charles grinned. "But we've been together for two years."

"You're together?"

"Yeah, you know, dating."

"But you both just-" I started.

"Fucked you? That's what we do. We take turns picking out someone we'd both like to fuck and bring him down to the basement. Our favorite is newbies like you. And I sure had you pegged right." David smiled first at me and then at Charles. I didn't know what to say and David continued. "If you liked that, why don't you come over to our place tomorrow night and we'll continue your initiation?"

I grinned broadly. I couldn't wait to see what was in store for me tomorrow night.

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