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Disclaimers and stuff: Firstly, if you aren't of legal age, I can't really stop you from reading this, but don't tell you mom about it cause I'll get in trouble, and it will become very dramatic (Actually, it probably won't be).

Secondly, if you don't approve of homosexual sex, don't yell at me for it.

Thirdly, if you don't like grammatical/typographical errors, I'm sorry. I'm not perfect.

This piece was more or less a trial. I wanted to see if I could write something in less than 10,000 words, and it still retain some quality. That being said, it is a work of smut. There is some character development with my own main character, as this is the first piece that concentrates on him as the main character. Again, this is a work of smut, so I wasn't as worried about the plot, which explains the rushed ending (Which actually is rushed). I'm thinking of a catalog for Gage's sexual sessions, so that explains the lackluster title.That being said, I do love feedback.

Thanks for reading!

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"Gage?"

I glanced up from my work. The vixen that called out to me stood in the doorway of my office, and she visibly flinched as I glared at her. Not that I meant to, but I don't like being interrupted from my work, especially when we have a long concert this weekend. I don't know why our director had the brilliant idea of programming three whole symphonies for one concert.

"Yes?" I sighed.

"Mr. Reager wants to know if you can copy an extra set of parts for the Mozart symphony," she reported, actually visibly shaking in my presence.

Okay, I'm not that mad. I know I kind of look like I'm pissed all the time, but I'm not that angry of a guy. I just have to mark 120 string parts for three symphonies, that's all.

"Do you know why?"

"He wants to have the youth orchestra perform it. He said you didn't have to mark the string parts, as he would have them practicing marking their parts."

"Well, that'll be good practice for the kids. Thanks, Ms. Falkner. I'll get on it as soon as I can," I said as I resumed marking the part for the 5th cello seat for Mozart's 41st symphony. The "Jupiter" Symphony is great piece, but man, it gets tedious.

But, I still love my job. Being the librarian does have its perks. I basically hold the symphony together without being seen as a performer or financial sponsor. They need me to function, and there's kind of an ego boost that's attached to that. Plus, I just like to peruse the library in my free time, as little as it is.

I finished marking the cello parts and set my pen down. I rubbed my eyes, and glanced at the clock mounted on the wall. It was 6:30, and since I only had the bass parts and the copying left to do for the Mozart symphony, I could be out of here within the hour. I'll just finish marking the Beethoven's parts before rehearsal tomorrow, since I had already marked the Haydn symphony parts.

Up bows and down bows markings littered the principal bass's part. I hate this motherfucker. I know he is the principle and all, but not every note needed to be marked...I took the second seat parts and marked about every other note. It looked much cleaner, and much easier to read. If the principle yells at me, so what; it's sad when the librarian of the symphony can use more sensible marks than the best bass player in the area. I copied my marks onto the third, fourth, and fifth seat, and then set my pen down. I placed the parts in their appropriate folders, and added them to the box of parts, ready to distribute for tomorrow. Now to copy the Mozart parts....Fortunately, that was easy. A nice finish to the work day, and then I get to have some fun of my own. I sat back as the copier whirred along, producing the appropriate quantities of copies for each part. I certainly needed a drink after this, and how convenient that the symphony hall was located in the entertainment district of town? Idle thoughts of White Russians, frozen margaritas, and various other drinks entered my mind. The copier beeped, signaling that it was done printing out over 150 pages of music. I quickly organized them into score order, and then left them on my desk. If Mr. Reager wants them, he can get them himself. I'm going to get alcohol.

I actually don't drink that much. Maybe one to three drinks a week or so, but it more or less depends on how work is going. Most of the time, it's fine, but it's days like today where I wish I had an assistant or something to ease the burden. But, I manage to not over stress myself to much.

The walk to the bar was short. It was about two blocks away, and was still within walking distance from my car, which was in a parking garage on the other side of the symphony hall. Tonight was apparently the night to be out, considering there was dozens of people roaming the streets. As I walked up to the bar, I saw that it was indeed pretty busy. That didn't deter me from having a drink or two; it just meant that I got to observe people for a little while longer.

That's a particular hobby of mine. I'm not entire social myself, but I love sitting in crowds just because of a certain energy they give. You can also watch certain people as they interact with their friends, or strangers on the street. People are fascinating, if not a little on the stupid side. Now, before you think I'm arrogant or something, I don't consider myself as an outcast or a loner or that sort of thing. I'm just a passive participant sometimes.

I was lucky to find a seat in the bar which was called "Oreago's", named after the towering black bear that ran the place. He did a great job, for just starting out of the blue. He got fed up working at some retail place, and decided to open a bar, and bam- it's one of the most popular places in the city just by mere happenstance. It's amazing how life works out like that for some people.

The environment is pretty subdued. The music isn't too loud, there aren't any televisions to watch ("Too many bar fights erupt when TVs are present", as Oreago says), and the staff are all moderately dressed. However, the drinks are fucking amazing, and the food, while still considered bar food, is pretty well done. I sat down on the cushioned seat in the back corner, perfect for my people watching habits. Glancing over at the rest of the patrons, almost ever booth and table was full with younger adults. I'm not that old, but these kids must have still been in college. An arctic fox was surrounded by his friends, apparently celebrating his 21st birthday, as various glasses lined the table surrounding the lithe fox. Poor kid, he's going to have a terrible morning...

There was some decent eye candy here tonight as well. A tall handsome brown stallion was chatting away with a shorter brown mare, most likely his girlfriend; A giant lion was sitting with a short and slim tiger, both of them were holding hands across the table...

I had to do a double take with the next guy that caught my wandering eyes. A flash of large tan mounds caught my attnetion. Normally, I wouldn't have cared much for otters, but this guy was fucking tank. To see a specimen like that was a rare treat in of itself, but an otter? You don't miss that. He had light tan fur, which was shaved into a short mohawk for his hair, typical of skater and surfer punks (not that we get many surfers out here due to the lack of ocean). He wore a maroon tank top which showed off his incredibly large muscles. He looked to be about half a foot shorter than I was which added to the awe value. Damn...the longer I looked, the more muscles I saw. His shoulders were serrated with muscular ridges and crevasses. His traps snaked out of his shirt, adding a good inch or two of thickness to his neck. Though it was covered, his back possessed a huge width of muscle, easily stretching the shirt. I couldn't see much else from here, but damn...I could look at that all day.

"Sir, are you ready to order?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, uh, I'll have a White Russian with extra chocolate," I ordered, caught off guard by the waitress's sudden interruption.

"Extra chocolate?" She asked, eyebrow cocked.

"Tell Oreago that it's for Gage."

"I see. I'll be back with it momentarily." She left quickly, allowing me to return my attention to the hulking otter. He was at a table of four, two of which were girls, one wolf, and the other was a lioness. The other guy was a dragon, but he wasn't as near as attention grabbing as his friend, so I didn't care to soak up his details. They all looked young, maybe just turned 21 or so, but not as young as the unfortunate artic fox, who was still drinking his heart out.

Watching his muscles ripple as he moved his arms made me salivate (figuratively, of course). My cock was starting to swell slightly, and I didn't exactly want to get an erection in public. I had to avert my gaze somewhere else, but I kept an occasional eye on the guy as I waited for my drink

"Here you go, and Oreago sends his regards," the waitress returned. I saw the bear wave at me from the bar and flash me a smile. I waved back.

"Thanks."

"Anything else?"

"Nah, I'm good for now." The waitress left again. I took my drink and swirled it around some, further mixing the chocolate with the alcohol. I took a sip, and found that once again, Oreago had made the perfect balance of liquor and cream. Oh, it was so good. I felt my insides warm up as the drink landed in my stomach, melting away what little stress I had. I finished the drink too quickly for my tastes, and I was tempted to get another.

The otter stood up. Oh damn, what an ass. He obviously squats heavy. He pushed in his chair and excused himself from the table and headed for the rest room. I smirked and stood up, and did the same. I kept my distance from him as we walked down the hallway, watching his hips move as he walked. He pushed the door open, and I got to see his side profile for the first time. Big meaty pecs dominated his upper torso. His biceps were large mounds, peaked by the long head. The triceps extended backwards, making the infamous horseshoe shape, serrated with striations the closer the muscle heads got to the elbows. His waist was slim, but I could easily see the outlines of his abs and thick obliques.

I really needed to meet this guy.

I walked in behind him, and found him in one of the stalls, door open. I let him have some privacy as he attended to his business, and entered the second stall. I shut the door behind me.

"So, have I caught your eye or something?" He asked through the stall wall. His voice was a mid-baritone, rich and resonant, but certainly not overbearing.

"You may have. How did you know?" I asked. I'm not shy with my sexual orientation or my intentions. The best way to get to men is by being very straightforward, and it actually saves you a lot of trouble in general.

"Yeah, one of my friends caught you staring. Not that I mind."

"Well, that's good to hear that I'll leave this bar without any bruises," I commented. He laughed.

"Nah, man, it's cool. It turns me on, let's me know that I'm making progress, you know?"

"Turns you on, eh?" I smiled. I may have found a catch.

"You could say that. I'll let you on a little secret. The two girls at my table? I don't know 'em. They just want to get into my pants."

"I couldn't understand why..." I said sarcastically.

"But, I'd hate to tell them that they aren't getting any tonight from me."

"And why wouldn't a stud like you sate their needs?"

"Cause I got my eyes on you now."

Jackpot.

"I'm flattered, Mr..."

"Jack. Jack Burnware."

"Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Gage."

"No last name?" He asked at the toilet flushed.

"Not today, I think. You'll have to earn that."

"I see. Any way I could earn it?" he asked, now washing his paws. I finished up, and left the stall.

"Your next question should be 'Your place or mine?', not some silly question regarding my identification," I smirked.

"Mine," he laughed.

"Fair enough, I'll meet you outside."

We quickly walked back to our respective tables (not at the same time, mind you), and I quickly paid for me drink. I waved again at Oreago, and then glanced back at Jack, the jacked otter. He was laughing with his 'friends', and leaned back in his chair and winked at me. I sat down on the bench outside and waited patiently, playing on my phone absentmindedly.

Now, some of you might be thinking, "Gosh, this sexy stud of a panther is such a man-whore," and while that may be somewhat accurate, I'm not like a prostitute or anything. I don't ask for money, I don't bother people (usually they come to me), and I don't necessarily do this for me. An executive man-whore would probably be an accurate qualifier for me. I'm good at my services, and if you're good at something, why stop doing it? Men are easy to please. Though certain spots may vary, they all run the on the same basic system of pleasure. Stimulate the genitals, and they get an orgasm. Simple as that.

It's also a good thing that I'm a very patient panther. By now, it had almost been ten minutes or so, and the two prowling females had already left, discussing where they should stop next on their tour of the city's alcohol distribution centers. Ten minutes passed again, and the dragon walked out. He glanced at me as he passed, but quickly turned the corner. Maybe he knew what Jack and I planned to do, maybe not. I didn't care, that's for sure.

Finally, after thirty minutes of waiting, Jack walked out of the bar.

"Sorry to make you wait, man. I had to get rid of them somehow," he grinned.

"And you just took the last ten minutes to make sure they were far away, right?"

"Uh, something like that. So, you got a ride?"

"You didn't drive here yourself?"

"Nah, man. I can't drive. No license or car. It sucks."

"That's fine; it makes it easier for me that we're headed towards your place, provided that you're a good navigator."

"Sure, lead the way, bro." I slightly cringed at being addressed as 'bro'. Sure, I joined a frat in college, but I never felt the need to assimilate myself into the 'bro' culture.

"So what do you do, Gage?" He asked as we walked to my car.

"I'm the head librarian for the Symphony Orchestra."

"Nice! What exactly do you do there?"

"I make sure all of the musicians have the correct parts, basically. I also handle rentals, borrowings, and other logistical issues that involve our music."

"Sounds simple."

"Simple, yes, but sometimes it can be pretty demanding." I dislike it when people call my job easy. I have to know copyright laws for my job, and finding loopholes within those laws so that our symphony can function can be a bitch. "What do you do, Jack?"

"Me? Well, I'm a senior business major at the university. I'm on the swim team, diving team, and rifle team. I'm also part of the honors college." I'll be honest: the last two surprised me. You usually don't expect body builders to be in the Honors College because their head is so full of meat, and the fact that he can shoot? Well, that's a scary thought. But, it's best not to judge people by their looks.

"Very nice. Any family?" I asked, trying to add some further conversation to our walk. We were close to my car, but hook-up drives can be slightly awkward if you don't talk about things.

"Yeah, I got a younger brother that's a freshman this year, and a younger sister who is in middle school. My brother's not as athletic as I am, but he's the smartest little shit I know. One of his papers from high school was recognized at a physics convention not too long ago. My little sister is a dancer and an artist. She sold her latest piece to the museum of modern art for twenty grand. Twenty! And you know what she did with it? Gave it charity!" he exclaimed with a beaming smile.

"It sounds like your parents are proud of you and your siblings," I chuckled. His face dropped slightly.

"They would be," His expression got very sullen. "They died after my sister was born, killed in a car wreck."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I sympathized, patting him on the shoulder.

"Thanks. It's sad, but I can't fix it. So, I made do with what I got. Fortunately, my aunts and uncles have been amazingly supportive throughout the years." His glowing expression returned.

"That's good!"

"So what about you, Gage? Got any brothers or sisters?"

"None. My parents rejected me when I was a teenager for being a homosexual, and I didn't have to fortune of turning to my relatives, as they live on the other side of the country."

"Damn, sorry to dampen the mood," he gave a small laugh.

"No, it's fine. Like you, I've managed without them. I've had some really good friends along the way, so that's what keeps me going."

"I see. Well, I'm glad things are looking up for both of us," he grinned.

His glowing personality was actually becoming pretty contagious. His smile was so warm, that it almost penetrated my slightly apathetic shell.

"Here we are," I motioned towards my black sedan. It's an older car, but it's a reliable piece of machinery.

"Alright, you're going to head down fifth first, and then make a left on Wayward street..."

Ten minutes later, and we arrived at his house. His siblings were with their aunt for the week, so we didn't have to worry about being walked in on. It was a nice house. It was obviously well lived in, but not messy as one would expect with two teenagers and one twenty-one year old.

"I make sure they clean. Someone's gotta keep the peace," he grinned rubbing the back of his massive neck. "So, what do you want to do? I got some movies, some more alcohol, video games..." I rolled my eyes.

"Why don't we fuck instead," I suggested, bringing my body closer to his for a kiss. Our lips met, and despite his innocent approach, he was a really good kisser. He had obviously done this before, as there wasn't any hesitation and his blunt tongue danced across my mouth, barely graving across my own sharper teeth. I could taste the fruity drinks he had consumed, and it certainly wasn't a bad taste, despite the residual alcohol taste.

"Damn, you're good," he commented as we pulled away from each other to breathe.

"Apparently so," I said, noting the growing bulge in his crotch.

"Come on, my room's this way." He grabbed my hand, and led my down the hall. He opened a door, and pulled me into the room. It was messy, but strangely organized. Everything had its place, though it was hardly neat. But, that wasn't a concern of mine.

"Sorry about the mess, I didn't exactly plan to have guests over," he smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Don't worry about it," I smiled as I rubbed his large chest, leading him towards the bed. I took control of the situation and gently pushed him onto the bed, face up. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. I lightly ground my hips against his crotch, feeling his cock harden underneath the fabric of his shorts. I moved my hands underneath his tank top, feeling the hardened muscles the structured his body. He arched his back up, flexing his abs as I removed the shirt and carelessly tossed it to the side.

I was impressed. I have seen lots of built guys in my life, but he had a certain flair about him that just made his sculpted body that much more arousing. Maybe it was his height, or the fact that there actually was no fat on his body, or maybe it was his warm personality....who knows. I didn't care. I leaned down and gently rubbed his massive pecs, feeling their stiffness and warmth. His body fat was so low that even relaxed, striations were visible all around his chest and shoulders. I worked upwards towards his shoulders, having to spread my arms a little bit just to manage his width. He placed his paws behind his head, and bent forward, kissing me on the lips once more. I pushed him down, continually grinding against his hips. I stripped out of my shirt, taking my time to tease him some more. His own hips rocked against my own as I did so, telling me how eager he was.

He brought his paws up and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs. I moaned a bit, and stroked his arms. His paws moved south, and eventually rested on the waistline of my pants. He quickly undid my belt, popped the button, and pulled down the zipper. I helped him take off my pants, and I was now in my underwear.

"Oh, that looks nice. I guess you really are a 'big cat', huh?" He grinned, ghosting his paws up and down my thighs. I purred at his soft touch.

"You seem pretty big yourself," I murred, moving off of him to help him with his shorts. He lifted his mighty hips up, and I gently tugged on the shorts. There was a humorous moment when his shorts didn't come off due to his massive quads, but I eventually peeled them away.

Naturally, I was drawn to those quads, since thighs are always the best indicator of overall strength and power (at least my own opinion). Striations were visible on the medialis and lateralis heads of both legs; all were impressively thick. The rectus femoralis muscles ran through the middle, creating a V cut in the middle part of his thighs. I could almost see all of the adductors from here, except for those that attached from the pubic bone to the underside of the hamstrings. The abductors ridged along the outside of his thighs, indicating that he was indeed, quite mobile. Various vascular networks snaked their way down his thighs and into his shins and calves, all of the veins were popped above the surface of his fur. I gently rubbed them, just as I did his chest. I adored the resistance they gave me. He flexed both legs, locking his knees, and more veins rose to the surface. My cock gave a small throb in response.

"Would you like to see something...better?" he asked seductively. I got the hint and gently laid my hand against his still hardening bulge.

"Maybe, I'm enjoying the sights I'm seeing already. You couldn't possibly tell me there's better things than these," I murred, rubbing his impressive 8-pack. I love the feel of a hardened core. Felling all of those muscle fibers dance along your fingertips as they move...it certainly sent blood pouring to my cock.

"But, maybe I'll stop being a tease, and we can get on with things," I said as I hooked my thumbs under the waistband my own underwear and pulled down. My eleven inch erection popped free, a small trial of pre slinging onto Jack's incredible body.

"Damn, that's probably one of the biggest I've seen on a cat!" His eyes widened in excitement. I grinned; now it was time to see what he was packing.

I gently pulled on the waistband slowly, teasing him almost as much as I was teasing myself. The more fabric I pulled, the more of his musk filled the air. It wasn't unpleasant, but it certain had a raw spice to it that was quite strong. I didn't even look at his crotch yet as I pulled his underwear down to his ankles, and he casually kicked them aside as I removed my own as well. I straightened myself up, and glanced down.

"Holy shit, man..."

I was actually taken aback by the size of his cock, as it was still becoming erect. It was going to be larger than my own, but still not large enough to compete with your average horse. But it was still abnormally large for an otter. It throbbed slightly after stiffening, signaling its completion. It was a proud thirteen inches long and about five inches thick; his short and compact body made those dimensions seem larger than they actually were. It was humanoid in shape and circumcised, which is not something I get to play around with often. Thick veins lined his cock from tip to base, and smaller ones branched out from there. His balls were large as well, almost matching my racquetball sized nuts. However, I was still interested in the rest of his body. I straddled him again, but I made sure his cock was behind me so I couldn't directly attend to it. I basically sat on the base, so he could feel every motion my hips made.

He reached for my hips, but I quickly put them down to his sides and leaned forward. I latched onto a nipple, gently sucking it. He moaned and thrashed mildly beneath me. His hips ground against mind, and his cock went right up my ass crack, sending delightful shivers between us. I continued attending to the nub, going between barely grazing the nub with my teeth to lightly chewing it, making sure I didn't hurt him, of course.

"Oh yeah, suck it, bitch..." he breathed.

I stopped.

"Excuse me?" I asked in an offended tone, glaring at him.

"Huh?" he was shocked at the sudden halt and my change in mood.

"Ok, we will get this right out into the open. I don't call you names, and you don't call me names, capito?"

"What's wrong with that?" he asked.

"I don't like it when partners degrade each other. Lack of respect is a major offense to me. Sorry, it's just how I work."

"Ok, sheesh."

"Good."

I'm really not an uptight person until respect is involved. I don't understand how one could get pleasure from humiliation, being degraded, abused, or other negative things. But, I guess I should have told him first; it really kind of created a dip in the mood, and now I had to get it back up again...

I leaned down once more and gently lapped at the other nipple. He moaned once more, and began to stroke the back of my head and neck. I purred at his attention, and resumed my previous oral ministrations. I reached over and pinched the other nipple, feeling it harden underneath my touch. His chest would occasionally flex beneath me, and I got to watch the various thin stings of veins rise above the surface of his skin and fur. I sat up, and began to map his chest with my paws. Each ridge, bump, striation, and vein was explored, giving me a good idea of the contours of his pecs. As I brought my paws to the center, he flexed them inwards, tightening the muscle as I went along.

I moved down to his abs, feeling the change from thicker muscle tissue to thinner, suppler tissue. Even beyond the obvious 8 pack, as I rubbed his abdomen, I could feel the various muscle strands that crisscrossed their way from his hips to his ribs. In an amazing display of muscle control, he rolled his stomach underneath my paws. I was quite pleased, as my cock leaked a drop of pre from its spined tip.

But, as much fun as it was exploring his body, there were more important things I needed to tend to, such as the large throbbing cock that now was nestled in my ass cheeks. I shifted my hips back, forcing the cock to painfully arch down. Jack groaned beneath me, wiggling his hips in an attempt to pleasure himself. I felt his molten shaft cross my hole as I slid back slowly, relishing in the teasing pleasure I gave to not only myself, but Jack as well. He had been leaking pre constantly, I found, as the closer I got to the crowned head, the slicker it got. I guess I wouldn't need any lubrication after all.

The mushroom head finally hit its mark on my anus. Even though I was naturally stretched and I wouldn't worry about someone his size, I still took a deep breath, relaxing myself out of habit. Not only does this help me, but it subconsciously adds a bit of ego and confidence in my partner that he would be able to satisfy my needs. I lifted my hips up, lined up his throbbing shaft, and felt the blunt head rub against my hole, spreading his copious pre. Once I was ready, I applied pressure on top of his dick.

"Oh god...." He moaned out loud as he smoothly entered penetrated me. I let gravity work its course, sliding down his cock until we hit the first patch of resistance. I waited a moment to adjust; though I've take much thicker, injury is always something I'd like to prevent. I pushed up through my hips, feeling the wonderful sensation of his cock running across my prostate. I felt the edge of his head at the entrance of my anal tract, and I squeezed. Jack gasped and shuddered. I grinned at his reaction. I love playing with sensitive parts of the body, especially on big strong guys like this.

I relaxed my sphincter, and proceeded to lower myself again. I got most of him inside of me before we hit the second patch. Instead of pushing myself up again, I made small circular motions with my hips. He groaned as his cock swirled inside of me. My toes curled as I moved, and my right leg twitched every time he ground against my prostate. A steady stream of pre was leaking out of my own shaft, but I paid no attention to it, for I would have my own fun later.

Now that the resistance had lessened, I was able to freely move as I pleased. I shifted my hips up and down, building a steady rhythm. I leaned forward for balance, allowing my cock to slide along the center crevasse of his abs. Pre had already pooled there, and only aided in slickening his fur, adding a very erotic sensation to the mix. This continued for a good five minutes or so. I slowly rode him as we got familiar with each other's bodies. Sounds of heavy breath filled the room, and our musky scents permeated through the air.

"Fucking hell, man..." he moaned as I rode him. His hips were staring to buck, which was a sign that release wasn't too far off for him.

"Just go with it," I said, hinting at his hips. He was trying to restrain himself, possibly worried about injuring me, but I've had larger have their way with me. I could take it.

The floodgates released.

His shaft suddenly pistoned inside of me, and the force of his hips colliding against my rear felt like a jackhammer. I was slightly caught off guard by the sudden change in pace, but I quickly stabilized myself, and let him do the work as I held on for the ride. While he lacked experience, his zeal made up for it. His face was contorted as he tried to get to release as fast as he could, and possibly bring me with him.

His rapid fire thrusts were creating a pleasurable burn in my backside. His meaty cock pounded against my prostate with each thrust, sending my cock flailing along his abs, creating loud thwaks that resonated throughout the room. I held myself my body in place, but I contracted my hips every time his made contact with mine, adding to the delectable sensations we were experiencing.

The thrusts were getting sloppy. He actually accidentally pulled out once or twice, jabbing the base of my tail. Fortunately, I was still in control and I managed to realign ourselves, seeing that his body was running on autopilot. He was making sporadic moans and grunts, and his body was visibly tensing up. His pecs and abs flexed, showing the strain of the impending orgasm. Thinking quickly, I pulled off, feeling the sudden absence of his large cock from within my depths.

With a final grunt, he pushed his hips up as far as they could. He held his breath as a rush of hot thick fluid ejected from his cock. I gently aimed his cock upwards, where five jets of cum shot in the air, arcing over him and splattering on the headboard. Several smaller shots lanced out, until finally a small stream of cum leaked out from his throbbing cock. He finally relaxed, breathing heavily. I was somewhat impressed by the force and quantity.

"God damn, man....fuck...." he breathed, trying to steady his breath.

"I'm glad you had fun," I smiled, slowly rubbing his chest. "But, we aren't finished. Well, at least, I'm not," I grinned, pointing to my own throbbing cock. His expression turned from bliss to worry.

"What are you going to do?" I rolled my eyes at the innocence.

"I'm going to fuck you, obviously."

"I've never been taken," he confessed.

"And? I'll be gentle..." I sat up, and got off of the bed. I pulled his body to the edge as I stood at the foot of the bed. I rubbed my leaking cock head along his hole, making sure that the whole thing was covered before applying pressure. He grimaced from the discomfort.

"Relax, it'll make things easier," I told him. He tried to, but it's hard to relax for something you not only haven't experienced, but aren't prepared for as well. But, I knew how to take my time. I let him relax some, and tried again. There was less resistance, but it was almost like trying to penetrate plastic. I grabbed my shaft behind my tip, and moved it in a circular motion, trying to displace the pressure. It worked as he finally opened up, and about three thick inches went inside of him.

"FUCK-" he yelled through clenched teeth.

I was grimacing too from the tightness as his anal walls constricted my cock. But, it was one of the hottest asses I had ever penetrated, and as much as I wanted to do what he did to me, I didn't want to hurt him, so I waited.

It was agonizing. My hips twitched every so often of their own accord, but after a seeming good three minutes, I felt him relax. I pulled out all the way, and pushed forward. He was still resistant, but it felt a lot less like trying to fuck plastic. I managed to get in six inches with this slow thrust before I had to let him adjust again. I pulled out when he relaxed, and thrust in again, repeating this cycle until I was fully hilted inside of him.

As I did before, I slowly gyrated my hips in a circular motion giving him a chance to relax before we continued. As hard as it was for him to adjust to my girth, it was just as difficult for me to keep myself under control, he was so tight and warm.

"Alright...I think...I think I'm ready."

"You sure?" I asked. He pushed his hips back sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Fair enough."

I began to pull out. He shuddered as I slowly left his body. I knew the feeling of a massive cock leaving your body all too well. There was a void inside once it left, but there also was the anticipation of being filled once more which made it worth it.

He moaned as I pushed into his hole once more. It was easier this time, not only from the residual pre that helped lube up his insides, but also from his realization that this wasn't going to hurt him if he relaxed. I managed to roughly slide in completely, my large balls making contact with his butt cheeks. I pulled out, and pushed back in with a little more force and speed. His cock, which had softened through the excruciating experienced of him being penetrated for the first time, slowly hardened. As I fucked him in a slow rhythm, it was fascinating to watch his erection grow. By the time it hardened, I was at a slightly faster pace while still using full strokes. I knew my barbs were tickling his innards, particularly his prostate, since every time I passed over it, he clenched his hole, sending delicious sensations through my cock. A drop of pre fell from his tip, landing on his stomach.

"Faster, dammit..." he commanded, pushing his hips back once again to emphasize his point.

"As you wish..." I changed the angle of my hips, allowing for me to speed up. I wasn't at the point of piston fucking him like he did to me; I actually wanted to prolong this as much as I could. That being said though, I could feel my balls churning, and if I didn't pace this right, I would be releasing much sooner than I wanted to.

My strokes had gotten shorter to compensate for the speed. He had finally completely relaxed, allowing me ease of movement inside of him. He was moaning incoherently right now. His cock throbbed as I fucked him, encouraging me to put a little more zeal in my actions. I sped up once more, and he writhed beneath me. His hips bucked uncontrollably, and I had yet to even really fuck him silly. I felt his prostate swell, and I knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. Mischievously, I grabbed his shaft and pumped in time with my thrusts. My actions reached fruition.

His back arched as he screamed. Cum splattered against his chest as his second torrent of a climax unleashed. I gritted my teeth as I felt my balls give a particularly strong throb. I momentarily lost my concentration, and I let the sight of his bliss distract me.

"What the hell," I muttered to myself, and began to piston stroke his ass. Sweat dripped off of my brow as I fucked him silly. More and more electrical sparks flashed before my eyes, traveling down my spine, and straight through my balls. My balls slapped against his back side, and soon, I fell off the edge.

I usually don't make noises when I climax. Well, beyond your standard moans and murrs, I don't. But I made some sort of freakish yell/moan/grunt hybrid as the walls of my climax broke. A flood of cum erupted in his backside. Six short spurted out, coating his insides as I continued to piston forth, my body running on its own. I lost all control. I snarled as I continued to fuck him silly. His face had the look of pained pleasure; his body was still hyper sensitive from the orgasm, and now I was pleasuring him even more, pushing those sensations to extreme thresholds.

"Jesus, Gage....fucking hell..." Jack's body rocked back and forth as I furiously pumped my cock into him. His cock hardened again, and began to throb uncontrollably. Another steady drizzle of pre was already leaking from the tip.

I leaned forward again for more leverage. He grunted every time my hips made contact with his own, balls slapping against each other. With a sudden burst of speed, I fucked him faster and harder than I ever planned to. His depths were just so tantalizing, that it was impossible not to do so. My balls throbbed and-

"Fuck!" we screamed in unison, both of us reaching our orgasms simultaneously. My skin tingled as I ejected my cum inside of him. There wasn't nearly as much cum shooting inside of him compared to the first orgasm, but I still managed about four shots in before it diminished. His cock just oozed cum as it pooled on his lower abdomen. He was dazed, but at least he conscious. I fell on top of him with, exhausted.

Minutes passed as our breathing and heart rates turned to normal. I closed my eyes, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest. I could stay like this for a while. But just as I was getting comfortable with his hot strong body, he began to move.

"Holy fuck, Gage. That was...that was fucking awesome...." He said as he sat up. My head was in his lap, right on top of his flaccid cock.

"Yeah?" I muttered, too tired to give a full appraisal.

"If you want, you could stay here the night. My brother and sister won't be back till next week, so we got the house to ourselves."

"That's nice," I mumbled, not really paying attention to what he was saying. I began to doze off.

"I'm going to go take a shower, ok, Gage? ....Gage?"

I felt my head throb even before I woke up. I groaned as I opened my eyes. It was far too bright in this room, and I immediately turned towards the wall so that my eyes wouldn't fry themselves trying to adjust to the new light. Jack's room slowly came into focus. I was covered in a blanket, still naked and sticky from last's night's adventure. But Jack wasn't in the room. I smelt coffee, so that tells me where he might be.

I slowly sat up, feeling my back pop in the process. I looked on the floor for my underwear and pants, quickly locating them and put them on. The shirt wasn't necessary right now. I walked to the kitchen, rubbing my head.

"Morning!" he greeted, coffee in hand.

I grumbled something in response. I'm not much of a morning person.

"You doing alright?" he asked.

"Headache, but that's bound to happen when you have so chemical activity happen in one concentrated time slot," I responded, taking a seat.

"Sorry to hear that. Coffee?"

"I don't drink coffee. Water will do, though." He got up and poured me a glass.

"Thanks," I said as he set it down on the wooden table.

"You know, last night was a shit ton of fun," Jack said, and I could tell he was grinning even though I had my head down on the table. "We should do it again sometime."

"We probably will. I mean, I rarely only fuck someone once," I said, raising my head off of the table. I sipped my water.

"How many people have you slept with?"

"That, good sir, is a really unprofessional question to ask."

"Sorry, didn't mean to offend you."

"But, I will tell you that I'm good at what I do. I'm not a prostitute; I don't get paid. Though the term 'whore' would be appropriate, it has a negative connotation, which doesn't fit well with me. I like sex, but I'm not necessarily needy about it. I don't treat it with the mentality of sating myself as opposed to sating others. You follow?"

"Kind of."

"Good. It's kind of weird, I'll say that. But, I do what I can with what skills I have. I'm good at reading people, and controlling myself. I like sex as well, so it's a perfect maelstrom of quirks that makes me, me."

"I see."

There was a moment of silence.

"Hah! Listen to me spurt out random shit to strangers...God, this headache is killing me." I said, finishing off my water. Most people don't ask about my sexual activities, and even then, I rarely explain it that way. I guess Jack's openness was getting to me somehow.

"What time is it?" I asked, suddenly aware of the day.

"Noon."

"...shit." Damn, it really was late.

"Shit!" I yelled, jumping up from my chair to go grab my shirt.

"Shitshitshit..." I cussed as I put it on.

"What?" Jack asked, confused.

"I have parts to finish before five....god dammit...."

"Sorry, if I had known I could have-"

"Don't worry about it. You aren't responsible for waking me up..." I replied, fishing for my wallet, cell phone and keys.

"Here, call me if you want to talk later. I'm not normally in a hurry like this," I apologized, handing my business card with my cell phone on it as I ran out the door. I waved at him as I entered my car.

"I did have a good time, just to let you know. We really should meet up later," I said with a wink.

"See you around, I guess," he waved back, standing in his boxers in the lawn as I drove off, still somewhat stunned.

Typical. I get into a hot guy's pants, and now I'm late to work....Mr. Reager wasn't going to be too pleased, but I'll live. I laughed to myself. Yes, Jack was an interesting guy, and with the proper guidance, he could be a true god in bed...but that'd take time. His innocence and youthfulness was certainly refreshing. And his cock...my hole clenched and my cock throbbed at that thought.

I'm definitely looking forward to his call.