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The Visitor

by The Scholar

Part 6: Early Birds

"Listen, John - If I don't go and take a pee, I'm gonna wet myself."

"What? Oh, of course. Listen, you don't have to tell me all this, you know - I mean, I'm happy to listen - but don't feel obliged, or anything."

"I know, I appreciate that - but I want to tell you. I need to tell you, I guess. At least, I need to tell someone and I'd rather it were you than anyone else."

"I'll make some fresh coffee and a sandwich - it's almost lunchtime, you must be hungry and I know I am, even after that breakfast."

"That would be great - but, hey - anything but meat paste or ham, okay?"

Tony was grinning as he left the living room and headed upstairs and I grinned back, making my way to the kitchen.

I was having difficulty taking in all that Tony was telling me - especially the revelation that he was gay. I wished that I had the courage to come out like that. Me - aged 38-years and still, very much in the closet.

I busied myself making sandwiches and fresh coffee and when I returned to the living room, Tony was back and accepted the makeshift meal gratefully.

"Where was I?" he asked.

"You were just waking up," I offered, helpfully.

"Oh, yeah - hey, I'm not boring you with all this, am I?"

Boring me? Far from it - "No, but in your own time, okay - if you want to continue, that is."

"Sure I do. Just waking up, oh yeah. Well, when I woke up it was still dark, but I felt quite relaxed ..."

I sat back with a sandwich - I wanted to know what happened - needed to know.

"... I'd had a good sleep and felt sort of peaceful. It was the early hours of the morning, about three o'clock, but that didn't matter - for some reason I didn't feel tired, anymore. I looked over my shoulder and there was Dave, still asleep. I watched him for a while as he slept. Although it was dark, I could make out his face - and he looked so peaceful. I had a sudden urge to kiss him and wondered if I dared. I moved closer to him and could feel his breath on my face as I leaned forward to kiss his forehead. I didn't dare to kiss him on the lips. He stirred and sniffed and remained asleep, his breathing not changing its rhythm at all. I so badly wanted to kiss him again - he looked so beautiful lying there, fast asleep. I decided to risk it and this time I gently touched his lips with mine.

"Again he stirred and sniffed, but this time he gave a little grunt and I saw his eyes open:

"Morning, Dave."


He stretched, yawned, stretched again, ran his hands through his hair and looked at me through half open eyes."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you - go back to sleep."

"What time is it?"

"About three."

"What? You must be crazy."

"Sorry - go back to sleep."

"What with you kissing me all the time - how am I supposed to sleep?"

"Sorry - you weren't supposed to wake up."

"I'm bloody pleased I did."


"Well if some horny young stud wants to kiss me, I want to be awake to enjoy it."

Horny young stud? Me? Now he was a horny young stud!

"Well?" he asked.

"Well, what?"

"Jesus, Tony - I'm awake, okay - if you're gonna kiss me - kiss me!"

I didn't need a second telling and moved closer to him. I could see his tongue dart from his mouth and caress his lips as I moved towards him and then our lips were together in a long, passionate embrace.

As we kissed, I ran my fingers through his hair and down to his neck, pulling him closer to me. He responded with urgency - urgency that I had never before experienced and it felt good.

We stayed together like that for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality can have been no more than five or ten minutes.

"I love to kiss you," he whispered.

"Not half as much as I love to kiss you."

And we were locked together again. I could feel his hands raising the two t-shirts that I was wearing and finding my back and the sudden exposure of my warm flesh to the night air made me shiver. Dave ran his hands down my spine and I began to feel warm again - excited by his touch and I followed his action, reaching under his jacket raising his shirt and caressing his back with the palms of my hands, just as he was doing to me.

We stayed like this for another ten minutes or so, before we pulled apart and, as we did, Dave grasped the bottom of my shirts and began to pull them over my head. Before I knew it, I was removing his jacket and doing the same to him. As we kissed again, our bodies rubbed against each other and warmth ran through me, before we pulled apart, yet again.

Dave smiled at me and I watched as his hands reached for my belt, unfastening it and expertly unbuttoning the top button and releasing the zipper almost at the same time. I watched as my jeans were pulled down my legs, the cold air rushing onto my skin and I kicked off my shoes as he continued to pull of my jeans. I was wearing just my socks and boxer shorts and Dave smiled. He stood, quickly kicked off his shoes and pulled off his own jeans. I could make out a bulge in his boxer shorts and my hands went to the waistband. Dave made no objections as I slowly pulled them down to release his dick to the night air. Stepping from them, he looked down at me and watched as I removed my own shorts, my own dick springing forth and I reactively gave it a tug. Dave did the same to his and I watched as it sprang to life. I raised myself to my knees and Dave moved closer.

I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but as the thoughts of last night came into my head my tongue found Dave's balls and I began to lick them softly, the feel of his hair on my tongue, the smell of him in my nostrils was really exciting me and I opened my mouth to take first one, then the other into it, sucking gently at those beautiful spherical objects. I could hear Dave's breathing getting shallow as I released his balls and worked my tongue along the underside of his dick towards the head. A clear liquid was forming at the slit of his head as my tongue snaked out to take it. He groaned slightly and I took his dick into my mouth, straight to the base of his shaft, my tongue working feverishly at this most intimate of organs.

I raised my hands to cup Dave's balls and felt them tighten; I had a feeling of what was about to happen, so I released him from my mouth. He looked down at me, quizzically and I just shook my head. He knew what I meant and bent down to pick up his jeans, pulling from his pocket a packet of condoms and a box containing a tube of lube.

"You sure?" he whispered.

"Not really."

"We don't have to."

"I want to."

"It'll be okay - trust me."

I did.

I watched as he expertly ripped open the condom packet and rolled the content along his shaft and then, just as expertly, he opened the tube of lubrication and picked up his jeans to use the belt fastening to pierce the seal and then he squeezed the liquid into his hands and began to coat his dick-filled condom with it.

"Lay back," he said.

I did - resting on my elbows as he knelt in front of me and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. I watched as he reached for the lube and squeezed more liquid from the tube onto his fingers and then I watched as those fingers found the hole of my anus, making me gasp as the cool liquid touched me for the first time. He rubbed his fingers around my hole and then, carefully, deliberately, I felt his finger encircling me, getting closer to penetration. I was scared. I hadn't done this before. I was scared, yet I trusted him.

I felt a finger pushing its way into my hole and I felt it come out again - I felt it go in and I felt it come out - I felt it go in and I felt it come out - I felt a second finger joining the first and I winced slightly. I felt the two fingers go in and I felt the two fingers come out - I felt the two fingers go in and I felt them stay there, moving slightly as if looking for something and then, I guessed, they found what that something was as I let out a loud groan and felt my dick stiffen even more than it was already.

Dave smiled down at me and said: "You ready for this?"

"I guess so."

Dave removed his fingers from my ass and squeezed more lubrication onto his dick-filled condom, which had grown even bigger. I watched as he placed the tip at the entrance to my backside and he gently pushed forward.

It hurt. I can't deny it. It bloody hurt and his head hadn't even entered me fully. I felt tears begin to well in my eyes as he continued to push gently forward and I felt his head enter me. Something that felt like an electric shock caused my body to spasm and I almost passed out with the pain and I wasn't sure I could take much more.

"Dave - this isn't going to work," I said.

"Just relax. You're so tight and I just hit your prostate. Just relax."

Prostate? Relax? I was about to pass out, how the hell could I relax and what on earth was my prostate - how did he know about such things? Whoever said you never forget your first time was right - I felt sure I'd remember this for a long time and for all the wrong reasons.

I suddenly realized that Dave wasn't pushing.

"I can stop if you want, just say the word."

I weighed it up - I was in pain, I knew I was in pain, I could feel it, but they always say there's no pleasure without pain, so if that was the case then I had to continue with this or I may never do it again.

I shook my head. He was still inside me, that I could feel, but he wasn't pushing - he smiled and I saw that his hands were running along my legs and I could feel my dick stiffen even more. Whatever the cause, I felt more relaxed and I guess Dave could feel that I was, too, for without warning his pushed forward and I felt his dick enter my rectum all the way to the base of its shaft, his pubic hairs scraping my ass cheeks as he had gone as far as he could.

I know I screamed out - I just had to have screamed out - though I don't remember hearing that scream, but something inside of me knew it had happened. Dave wasn't moving - he just looked at me smiling - his eyes softly looking into my own and I smiled back.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I guess. What now?"

"Now I have to come back again."

"Do you have to?"

"Well I can't just sit here like this."

Of course he couldn't - damn!

"No, I guess not. Okay, but please, take it slowly."

He did. I felt him pull back and with him came his dick - not all the way out, but it was heading back to the open air.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

I nodded.

At that he pushed forward again and as quick as he had done so, he pulled back and then pushed - then pulled - then pushed and before I knew what was happening, he had a gentle rhythm going, pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling as his dick pumped away inside my body.

I felt my chest tighten and realized that I was holding my breath. I exhaled and inhaled again quickly, deeply and exhaled and inhaled.

For each push I exhaled, for each pull I inhaled and I was soon breathing in time to his movement. It helped and I found myself involuntarily pushing forward to meet his thrusts. My hands had found his back and I stroked him gently, almost as though he were a pet. It was damp and I could feel his sweat trickling down his back and realized that I was sweating, too - my armpits felt damp and my chest was glistening.

Suddenly, he leant forward; the change in his position caused a slight change in mine and my hands were at the base of his neck, stroking and working their way down his back following the line of his sweat to his buttocks - firm, round, but not smooth - I felt the scars he carried from the beating his father had given him. I felt my hands caressing them as he still pushed and pulled and I still exhaled and inhaled in time to his movements. My fingers worked between the crack in his cheeks and I found his hole - it felt damp with the sweat that had trickled down his back to that resting place and my fingers idly rubbed at the hair that surrounded that most intimate of places.

What made me do it, I don't know, but I felt my finger easing its way into his hole and he felt it, too - I know, because he let out a moan as I my finger entered him. I withdrew and tried again with two fingers - no problems. Again he moaned and pushed harder and I exhaled - he pulled and I inhaled and his rhythm started to speed up.

It wasn't as painful, now - in fact, the feel of Dave's dick pumping inside me was somewhat soothing and I was meeting his movements with ease. I felt my cheeks clench as he pushed and as he pulled I felt him scrape my insides as my vice-like grip held on to his organ. I was actually enjoying the sensations that I was experiencing. As Dave pumped faster my breathing became more labored and I removed my fingers from his ass and began to push my hands down on his back, forcing him further into me. I was rocking back and forth as his rhythm quickened and I could see the muscles of his chest heaving. I felt my own dick ache with pleasure ready to release its load, but not yet - I needed to hold back - now was not the time.

The pounding continued - faster, harder, purposeful - pounding, pounding, pounding, his balls slapping against my buttocks as his dick pushed harder and faster.

"I'm gonna cum," I heard his voice, though his breathing was harder.

I felt my ass cheeks and his balls tighten. Those soft, beautiful balls slapping against my cheeks as my ass took a grip I never knew it could take. I felt his dick expand inside of me, expanding in all directions as he shot his load with a loud groan still pumping and I swear I felt the rush of semen travel from his balls through the entire length of his shaft until he exploded inside me - it seemed never ending as my ass milked every drop as it held his dick firmly in place, until he slowed down and his breathing began to return to normal.

My legs were still over his shoulders, my ankles, in those final moments, kicking at his back as I crossed my feet to keep my legs from falling. He leaned back, but remained inside me - and as he did I was raised slightly from the ground, my dick pointing straight down my chest as my hand went towards it and I began pumping furiously. It didn't take long before I felt my dick pulsate as though it had a heartbeat of its own and I felt my orgasm build and my ass cheeks grip the dick that still rested inside me and I shot my load all over my chest, his chest, my legs - everywhere as the stream just flowed like a newly tapped oil-well.

I was exhausted - he was exhausted and he collapsed on top of me. I felt his dick soften as he exited my ass and I felt suddenly empty.

"How was it?" he managed at length. "Worth the initial pain?"

If the truth is told, I'd forgotten the pain of those first moments. I said earlier that they say you always remember your first time - I certainly would - but now I'd remember it for all the right reasons.

"Awesome!" I answered.

It was inadequate, I know - but he knew what I was feeling, especially when I kissed him - a long, passionate kiss.

We lay together for a short while, the cool air suddenly feeling chilly and we dressed and then, in each other's arms, we fell asleep.

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