Male Sorting

He pulled into a CVS drugstore on the edge of town. "Wait here," he said, before heading in by himself and then returning with a small bag. He handed it to me. I peeked inside and saw the box containing the tube of KY Jelly. Suddenly what we were about to do got extra real.

"What's the second stop?" I asked.

"St. Barnabas," he said. Our church.

"It's open?" I asked. It was nearly 8:30.

"They don't lock the doors until 9:00," he said.

"Why are we going to St. Barnabas?"

Rich paused for a couple of long seconds.

"Because I want us to pray together," he finally said. "I hope you're okay with it. I want to pray in church. I know it's not where we actually met, but it's where I first noticed you, before we met. And please don't think I want us to ask for forgiveness. God made us, so God loves us. As we are. I just want to ask for His blessing."

As we left the church and hopped back into Rich's truck, I reached over to rest my hand on the back of his neck. He turned to face me. "Thanks for doing that," I said.

"For doing what?" he asked.

"For suggesting we stop by the church. It clears my conscience a little bit," I chuckled.

"Your conscience," he replied, "shouldn't need clearing."

"You're right," I agreed. A smile washed over my face. "But going into church and praying next to you does make tonight extra special."

"I'm glad," he said, leaning in to kiss me. It wasn't a soft peck on the lips. It was passionate and needy. His tongue quickly found its way into my mouth as the fingers of my left hand felt the bristle of his crew cut and my right hand caressed the stubble of his jaw. When he pivoted to kiss me he had turned and braced himself by pressing his left hand onto my thigh. My cock lengthened as he moved his hand upward toward my crotch. I was throbbing by the time he touched me through the fabric of my khakis. His thumb pressed down on the head while his big, meaty paw gripped the shaft.

I broke the kiss, tracing my tongue over his stubble before tasting the inside of his ear. "I can't believe it," I panted. "I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet."

His hand released my crotch and moved up to cradle the side of my head. "Believe this," he commanded, staring into my eyes. "I'm the lucky one. You're just so darn incredible." I could feel the warmth of his breath wash across my face. "And," he added, "perfect for me." He sealed his statement with another kiss and then pulled away to start the engine of his truck.

As we drove back to the dorm, eager to know everything about the man who had swept me off my feet - the guy who was going to take my virginity - I peppered Rich with questions. Why did he choose our college? Why ROTC? What caused him to pledge Kappa Sig? All of his answers revealed that there was so much depth to this guy, so much heart and character. What he said about his fraternity just about summed him up.

"I liked all the brothers in the house," he said, "and I really admired the fraternity's principles."

"What are they?" I asked.

Rich leaned forward a bit, smiling, and started to recite what, as a pledge, he had to commit to memory:

"The Star and Crescent of Kappa Sigma shall not be worn by every man, but only him who is worthy to wear it.

He must be a gentleman...

a man of honor and courage...

a man of zeal, yet humble...

an intelligent man...

a man of truth...

one who tempers action with wisdom and, above all else, one who walks in the light of God."

Rich nodded slightly and then leaned back in his seat, pleased with himself for remembering it all.

"I don't know about the rest of your fraternity brothers," I said, "but that sums you up pretty perfectly."

Rich reached toward me in the passenger seat and placed his hand over mine. "Thanks," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.

"The only thing it left out," I quipped, "was your amazing body and your majestic cock!"

We both broke out laughing - and we kept laughing. What I had said was funny, but not enough enough to merit so much laughter for so long. In hindsight, I think we were both probably releasing the tension we felt. We were both excited about what was going to happen - incredibly excited. But also we were probably kind of nervous.

"It's your body that's amazing," Rich said. "Dang it, you're hot, your muscles are so tight and," he paused for dramatic effect, "that ass!"

"Oh come on," I insisted, "you are bigger and taller and strong-"

"You're amazing!" Rich interrupted. He really seemed to mean it.

"Your majesty!" I replied, referring to his cock - and then we both started laughing again.

Thus was born our secret nicknames for each other. If people weren't around, like the next afternoon when I was sitting at the dorm's front desk, Rich would sneak up behind me, clasp his hands to my shoulders, let his hot breath wash across my ear, and say "Hey, Amazing." So "Amazing" was his pet name for me. But mine for him was even better. I'd call him "Your Majesty," but what made this nickname even better was that sometimes, given the context, it was clear that I was referring to his dick. For example, he'd say "How's my amazing loyal subject?" I'd answer, "Eager to please your majesty."

By this point he was parking his truck outside our dorm. The next few minutes were sort of a blur. It was as if nothing mattered other than me, him, and getting inside his room. I couldn't focus my eyes on anything else. The two of us made a bee-line through the lobby to the elevator, not even glancing at the front desk and whoever was working it.

The next thing I knew we were inside Rich's room. The door shut behind us as he pushed me back against it with one hand and locked it with the other.

Our lips pressed together as we embraced. His tongue was in my mouth and mine was in his. I raked my fingers from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. My hands cupped his firm ass as his body thrust forward, trapping me between the cold, hard door and the heat of his own evident hardness. My hands slid up his sides to his armpits. Through the flannel of his shirt I could feel the dampness of his sweat.

Suddenly the stubble of his chin grazed my ear. A million little lightning bolts coursed through my body, giving me goose bumps. "I'm so hot for you," he panted. I responded by tightening my grasp on him and tracing my tongue along the length of his neck.

That's when I felt his hands on my ass. As he lifted me off the floor my legs spread and wrapped around his waist. The next thing I knew I was on my back in his bed.

He pressed down on top of me, enveloping me with his warmth and his weight. We were kissing again, and even though we remained fully clothed, I could feel his hardness thrust against my own throbbing desire. I bucked against him while I stared into the kaleidoscopic beauty of his hazel eyes. He pawed at the buttons of my shirt, pushing it open to reveal my flesh. His lips descended down my neck and over my collarbone. Then his mouth consumed my nipple, sucking it, while his tongue flicked back and forth over the nub.

This caused my cock, already impossibly hard, to start oozing pre-cum, a fact confirmed when I turned the tables by wiggling out from beneath Rich and flipping him onto his back. I looked down at my khakis to confirm that my juices were soaking through, leaving a small but noticeable wet spot a few inches to the right of my fly.

It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless. Fortunately, Rich's western-style flannel shirt had snaps instead of buttons. I ripped it open all at once so that only his wifebeater stood between me and his muscular, hairy torso. As Rich helped me push the flannel shirt up and over his biceps I was treated to a close-up view of his armpits, each featuring a wild tangle of hair. I pressed my face into his left pit, inhaling the scent of his fresh sweat, and then moved up to his handsome face for what, up to that point, was the most wanton, open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss of my life. "Damn," I panted, "you're amazing."

"That's you," he smiled, lifting his head to peck me on the lips.

It doesn't take much to stoke my confidence - or, at least when Rich is involved, to melt away my inhibitions. His muscular torso looked so sexy in that wifebeater. It would look even sexier without it. I grabbed the fabric of his undershirt with both hands and yanked in opposite directions. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he heard the fabric rip, exposing his hairy chest and abs.

I leaned down to taste his flesh, kissing, licking, sucking everything from his collarbones to his nipples to the ridge beneath his pecs, to his treasure trail, abs, and navel. And then, just below the waist of his jeans, I pressed my face into his crotch and inhaled. I traced my tongue along the outline of his hard cock, clearly evident beneath the well-worn fabric. I reached for the button and pulled down the zipper to reveal first Rich's forest of pubic hair and then his thick, engorged cock. He lifted his hips so I could slide off his jeans. Now he was totally naked.

I bowed down between his legs and began to worship his cock. With just the tip of my tongue I gently traced it's length. Rich sighed as it twitched in response. I flicked the tip of my tongue against his frenulum - that ultra-sensitive spot just beneath his piss slit, which started to glisten with his transparent pre-cum. I dipped my tongue into his nectar, tasting the sweetness. I licked my lips and slowly enveloped his dickhead, sucking while swirling my tongue around his helmet.

"Damn!" Rich exclaimed, clasping my head. I released his cock from my mouth.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Hell no," he panted. "It's just so, so right."

This spurred me on. Covering my teeth with my lips, I went down on him. My descent was gradual, enjoyable, and unstoppable. I took it slow - and damn he felt and tasted good - and yes, my throat was hungry. My gag reflex was gone. All I wanted was to consume him. As my throat embraced his meat, my nostrils relished the heady scent of his pubes.

I bowed down between Rich's legs and began to worship his cock. With just the tip of my tongue I gently traced its length. He sighed as it twitched in response. I flicked the tip of my tongue against his frenulum - that ultra-sensitive spot just beneath his piss slit, which started to glisten with his transparent pre-cum. I dipped my tongue into the nectar, tasting his sweetness. I licked my lips and slowly enveloped his dickhead, sucking while swirling my tongue around his helmet.

"Damn!" Rich exclaimed, clasping my head. I released his cock from my mouth.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Hell no," he panted, a big smile on his face. "It feels so, so right."

This spurred me on. Using broad tongue strokes, I painted his shaft with my saliva until his rod glistened. Covering my teeth with my lips, I then went down on him. My descent was gradual, enjoyable, and unstoppable. I took it slow - and damn he felt and tasted good - but yes, my throat was hungry. My gag reflex was gone. All I wanted was to consume him. As my throat embraced his meat, my nostrils relished the heady scent of his pubes.

As my lips slowly ascended his pole, my hands rapidly undid my belt and unzipped my fly. All at once I pressed down my khakis and my boxers, freeing my turgid cock. Bracing my hands on the mattress alongside Rich's hips, I shimmied my pants off my legs. Now both of us were totally naked.

Having regained full freedom of movement, I hunkered down over Rich's crotch. As my mouth bobbed up and down my tongue swirled in little circles. I intentionally varied my rhythm, going slow at first but then faster. Rich, meanwhile, went from sighing and clasping the bed sheets to moaning and clawing my head. Sensing he was nearing the brink, I decided to dial the pleasure back a notch. I loved the taste of his cum, but tonight I had no intention of having Rich deposit it in my mouth. I went all the way down, pressed my nose into the forest of his crotch, inhaled deeply, and held steady for a good 30 seconds. Finally, when my throat started to protest, I quickly released his cock. As it swayed before me covered in a sheen of saliva, I turned my attention to Rich's pendulous balls. First, I licked them, wetting down the fine, soft hairs. Then I took his left nut between my lips, swallowed it into my mouth, and gently pulled.

"Fuck!" Rich exclaimed. My eyes darted past his cock and up his muscular torso to see the look on his face. First I saw his mouth, wide open but silent as if the sensations he was feeling overwhelmed his ability to speak. Then we locked eyes. His were squinted but not shut. His expression seemed almost plaintive. My lips released his nut.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked with genuine concern.

"Hell no," he gasped. "The opposite. It feels really good."

My confidence regained, I took his right ball into my mouth and bestowed on it the same treatment I'd given its counterpart. Rich softly moaned and panted as his fingers massaged my scalp. His nuts tasted slightly salty; his sac had contracted to give the skin a more crinkly texture. The testicle that rolled inside seemed like a large scallop in terms of its size and somehow simultaneous firmness and softness. In a word, Rich's balls were succulent. They were at once intensely masculine - the symbol and source of his virility - yet also a true delicacy. It wasn't easy to get both his balls in my mouth, but when I did his grip tightened. I could feel his fingernails pressing through my hair. As if he were fearful of hurting me, his hands grabbed beneath his knees, pulling them back as he steadied himself. This elevated his hips and caused to blossom before me a whole new world.

Rich's ass looked amazing. Majestic, actually. Up until that point I had never really had much interest in asses, but up until that point I had never been treated to an up close and very personal view of Rich's posterior. The light of his desk lamp caused the dark blonde fuzz on his ass cheeks to shimmer. It also cast a shadow over the denser and darker hair that lined Rich's trench.

I didn't think. I couldn't think. Passion had reduced me to instinct and impulse. Releasing his balls from my mouth, I extended and flattened my tongue. My hands joined Rich's behind his knees to press them further back. I buried my face in his ass.

"Yessssss!" he hissed, as I licked up and over his asshole. I repeated the action, over and over, wetting down the hair of his crack with a generous supply of saliva. Only a few days earlier I had neither the interest nor the inclination to press my tongue into another man's ass crack. Even now, years later, the appeal of such an action isn't easy for me to intellectualize or even describe. But at that moment I discovered a ravenous hunger I never suspected I possessed. Everything about his ass was such a goddamn turn-on: the indescribable taste, the heady aroma, the gentle scrape of his hair against my tongue, the yielding softness of his ass lips, Rich's whimpers of gratitude, and - maybe most important of all - the absolute and utter intimacy of it all. Dicks are on display in locker rooms and dorm showers from sea to shining sea. A man's asshole, however, is his truly private part.

And Rich was offering his to me. As I continued to press back behind his knees, his hands slid out from under mine. He reached down to grab his ass cheeks, pulling them farther open, spreading himself before me. I softly kissed his left cheek and then his right one. Then I extended my tongue and aimed straight for his hole. At first I just traced circles around his lips while Rich panted in pleasure. When I rolled my tongue into a tube and started to press into his opening, his panting evolved into grateful moaning. "Amazing," he whispered - which of course caused me to smile.

I lifted up from the bed so that I could use my left forearm to push back on both his legs. This freed my right hand. I moistened my middle finger in my mouth. Rich gasped as I started to slowly sink my finger into his incredibly tight ass.

"Is this okay?" I whispered. His wordless response was to hand me the tube of KY Jelly.

I slowly withdrew my finger, coated it with the lube, and then gently pressed back into Rich's hole. His ass offered a bit less resistance this time, in part because of the lube, no doubt, but also in part because my finger had already stretched him just a bit. At first I just sort of let my digit fill him. Then I slowly turned my hand left then right, coating his insides. When he seemed ready for some slow finger-fucking, I took note of his dick, still hard and leaking, and lowered my head to allow my tongue to trace the length of its underside. I tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum as I took him back into my mouth. As I slowly withdrew my finger from his hole I felt his cock twitch at the same time my fingertip grazed a little lump inside him. That, I told myself, has got to be his prostate, the male pleasure spot. I pushed back in, trying to synchronize the rhythms of my finger and my mouth. When my finger was all the way in I was deep-throating him. When my finger was retreating my lips were ascending his shaft. When my finger was circling his prostate my tongue was circling his helmet and savoring all the nectar leaking from his piss slit.

All of this was just so incredibly erotic for me and, given Rich's moans and sighs and how tightly his hands were now gripping my shoulders, incredibly pleasurable for him. But rather than satisfying our passion, my sucking and finger-fucking only seemed to inflame it.

"I need you inside me," Rich panted. "I want you to make love to me."

I honestly didn't expect I'd be fucking Rich tonight. He's bigger and stronger and more masculine - I just assumed I'd be on the receiving end of things. But now, somehow, the tables had turned. I couldn't wait to get my cock inside him. I couldn't wait to satisfy his need.

Releasing his meat from my mouth and easing my finger from his ass, I lifted up on my knees and applied lube to my dick. "How do you want it?" I asked.

His eyes betrayed his confusion, so I clarified: "What position do you want to be in?"

"Like this," he said, "on my back. I want to see your face."

I smiled. That's what I wanted, too. And I also wanted to be able to kiss him. It had been too long since our lips had connected. But then I remembered where my mouth had been. "Can I kiss you?" I asked. He answered by raising his torso off the bed, wrapping his muscular arms around me, and pulling me in for an wanton, panting, open-mouthed kiss allowing each of us to express the depth of our desire. After our lips disconnected, Rich leaned his head on my shoulder for a long second, resting it there while he dragged his fingertips over the muscles of my back.

Then he released me, fell back on the bed, and hooked his ankles over my shoulders.

"I'm all yours," he smiled.

"You're mine," I replied. "I love you."

His face was just beaming with joy. So was mine. I leaned down to kiss him again. Our tongues danced like it was their wedding night. Then, he said it: "I love you, too."

My cock was already aligned with the entrance to his hole. I raised up on my arms for better leverage and pressed forward. He pressed back. As just the head of my dick entered him his mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back. I leaned down to plant a kiss on his hairy chest. Regaining eye contact, I asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he panted. "But you feel really big. Go slow, okay?"

I nodded my head and then looked down toward his ass. I saw my raging erection, glistening with lube, piercing Rich's hair-fringed hole. As I pressed forward and saw another inch disappear inside him, I heard him inhale sharply and glanced back up to see his hands, which had been hooked under his thighs, land on his chest to pinch his nipples. I nodded at him again. He nodded back. I redirected my gaze at my cock. I pulled out just a bit and saw the hair around his hole cling to my shaft. Then I sank back in, just a little bit deeper than before. I closed my eyes for a second to revel in his heat and tightness. Rich's ass felt incredible. When I opened them I saw Rich's cock, hard and leaking pre-cum that was pooling in his belly button. I looked back at Rich's face. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. "Ready?" I asked. He nodded.