Thank God its Friday

Jun was 15-years-old when we met in the mid-90s. He was a petite and handsome teen-gay Native American with light brown skin. His 120 pound body was topped off with silky brown hair that nearly reached his narrow waist. His chest was small but very firm. His nipples made a definite impression on his blouse, and me. Jun was a cross-dresser.

I met Jun and his 25-year-old gay boyfriend, Mike, while they were attending a CB (Citizen Band Radio) get together in Las Vegas. Those gatherings were known as Breaks and were meant to allow CBers from a large geographical area to get to know each other and see the latest radio gear. The larger Breaks had numerous radio equipment venders. Some of the larger clubs would set up displays to attract new members.

Mike and Jun were attending their first Break. They had gotten an inexpensive radio a few weeks earlier and were just beginning to meet other CBers. They were with some old friends of mine, so I joined them. We were soon joined by other friends as we walked along the display area.

As evening approached, we were all tired and hungry. The group agreed to meet at a local diner when I noticed Mike and Jun were acting uncomfortable. I pulled them off to the side as we walked to our cars and asked what was bothering them. They were reluctant to say anything at first, but Jun finally admitted they couldn't afford to go to dinner. Only Mike was working, and his job as a night clerk at a convenience store only paid a little over minimum wage.

It hadn't been that long since I had worked at the minimum wage jobs, I was by no means rich, but I had a decent job, a late model car, my own place, and a few dollars to spend. Having been nearly broke myself; I insisted they join the group of friends for diner as my guest. It was Jun who convinced Mike to accept.

Mike and Jun seemed like a very friendly couple, especially Jun; I can see that Mike is very engrossed with his teen-gay boyfriend though. At that point in time, nothing other than being friendly had crossed my mind. We had a great time at dinner. So, I suggested we do dinner again soon. We exchanged numbers and parted with hand-shakes all around.

The following Friday night, a date canceled on short notice due to illness. On the spur of the moment, I called Mike and Jun. Jun answered. I asked if they would like to go out for dinner and a drink with me. He quickly accepted, and I told him I'd be there in about an hour.

I had barely gotten into their drive, when Jun came bounding out and practically jumped into my front seat. He was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged his hips and a pale pink V-neck blouse that showed off his pert chest. His nipples were already beginning to harden. Pantyhose and low heels finished his attire. He looked and smelled delicious. What a knockout! I am always fascinated with ten gays ever since High School and Jun is no exception for that.

"Where's Mike" I asked.

"Working!" he replied.

"Do we need to pick him up""No! He doesn't get off until 5:00 AM." A broad grin spread across his face as he spoke. "So, where are we going" he asked.

I told him I thought we might grab a burger and go to a nightclub I knew. They had a great all girl country band.

He said, "Good. I like country music." As we pulled out of his drive, he slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. Since I had never dated a teen-gay though I fantasize them, that sort of startled me, but not for long. My arm soon found its way around his shoulders, and I began rubbing his arm. I had decided that I would let him make all the initial moves since he was the one who was attached.

By the time we had reached the burger joint, Jun had turned slightly to his right, leaned his head on my shoulder, and pulled my hand to his right chest. I gently rubbed his chest through his dress. His chest was about the size of a ripe orange and a nice hand full. His nipples were soon very hard. They were sticking out like little pencil erasers. They seemed to be trying to punch holes in his dress. During dinner, Jun told me Mike had been his first and only lover, and they had not been getting along for some time. He said he hadn't touched him in over two months. He had told him he was too tired from working to make love to him. He suspected he had a new teen gay boyfriend.

I decided Mike must have been some kind of idiot to ignore such a gorgeous creature like Jun, and I told him so.

We got to the nightclub just as the band was beginning to play. I ordered my typical CC and Coke and he ordered a Sloe Gin Fizz.

Jun really liked to dance. During the slow numbers, he cuddled closely and firmly ground his ass into my crotch. He soon had my cock straining to be free. He seemed to melt as I grabbed his hard-on cock and squeezed hard. It was getting more and more difficult to remember he was already attached.When he had consumed half of only his second drink, I found myself practically dragging him around the dance floor. Only then did I find out he didn't drink. I told him we needed to get him home. He only smiled.


With Jun nearly passed out in my lap, the ride home wasn't nearly as much fun as it had promised to be. In order to get him into his door, I had to prop him against the wall, hold him there with my shoulder between his chest with still hard-on nipples, an arm around his waist, and fish his keys from his purse with my free hand. As we got in his door, his legs decided they had gone as far as they were going to go. I carried him to his bed, undressed him, covered him, and gave him a soft goodnight kiss. As I exited his bedroom, he asked, "Aren't you going to stay?"

I told him I'd love to, but he was in no condition to make such a decision. I told him I'd call in a few days and left.

Monday evening, Jun called me. He apologized for not telling me he didn't drink, and said he didn't remember too much of the ride home. He said he wanted to go out again. I agreed. Only this time there would be no drinking.

The following Saturday evening, I picked Jun up at about 7:00 PM. He was wearing another short skirt and snug V-neck blouse. This time there were no pantyhose, only ankle socks and tennis shoes. His hair was pulled into a ponytail. What a sight! My cock started to respond almost immediately.

We had a nice dinner at a local steakhouse, caught a movie, and ended at my home for popcorn and TV. The popcorn never got made.

As soon as we entered my door, he kicked off his shoes and socks and began removing his blouse. This little gay was hot and wanted to fuck now! He said he wanted to make up for our last date.

I asked if he had ever stripped to music. He said, "No, but it sounds like fun."

While I put on the music, Jun fastened his blouse.

When the music started, he told me to sit on the couch and not touch him until he said it was OK. He began swaying to the music and slowly unbuttoned his blouse again. Jun was a natural stripper. As his blouse fell away, he squeezed his chest that looks like a girl’s breast together and pinched and pulled his nipples. They were almost as hard as my cock. The short skirt was the next to go. He thrust out his chest as he reached behind his waist to release the skirt's button and zipper. He was then swaying in front of me in nothing but the smallest of silky bikini panties. His panties almost explode with hi bulging hard-on cock. A few brief strokes to his hard-on cock with his flattened hand, and the panties were quickly removed.

Jun was absolutely handsome teen-gay. His hard-on cock was covered with very fine hair, and it almost seemed hairless. He had tested my patience by not letting me touch him until he was completely naked. I had nearly gone nuts wanting to reach out and grab him. He slowly turned, came to stand in front of me, and said, "I'm yours! Do whatever you want with me."

It was my turn to drive him crazy. From my seated position, I reached out and softly held him by his slender hips. His whole body was so soft and smooth. Pulling him to me, I gently planted a kiss his hard-on cock. He spread his legs, held the back of my head, and pulled my mouth to his hard-on cock. A single long lick of his cock brought a sharp gasp from Jun. He breathlessly said Mike had never kissed him there. I told him, "Baby, you're in for the best night of your life, if you'll let me do what I want to do to you."

"Do anything you want!" he gasped.
With that I scooped him into my arms, and carried him to my bedroom. I gently laid him on my bed. I undressed and joined him on the bed. I began by gently kissing his mouth and stroking his nipples. His nipples, already erect, became even harder. I moved down to suck it slowly but passionately. As Jun began to make low moans, I started lightly nipping and pinching his nipples. As his moans got more pronounced, I pinched and pulled harder and rolled his nipples between my thumb and fingers. In further response, he raised his chest toward my hands. As I lie next to him sucking his left chest, my left hand stroked the flat belly on its way to his hard-on cock.

Another sharp gasp came from him as I stroked up and down his hot hard-on cock. Just as I came in contact with his cock for the first time, he had an orgasm. Jun seemed to be a quiet cumer. He stiffened, pulled his legs together, thrust his hard-on cock up to my hand, and hugged me tightly as a long moan came from deep within him. As he relaxed a minute, I told him it was OK to let his feelings
out and make noise if he felt like it. My hand was still at his hard-on cock and resumed stroking up and down. Soon, I let a finger, then two, slide inside his asshole. He was very tight. Maybe he had been ignored too much lately. As my fingers worked their way into his tight hole, my thumb found his asshole and began massaging it. Jun started tensing again, and I rubbed his asshole a little harder. His second climax hit much harder than the first. He began bucking like a rodeo horse, and cried out for more. I again let him relax for a minute. He said he had never cum twice in one night and never so hard. A large smile crossed his face when I told him the night had only just begun.

I then moved down and began kissing and licking his soaking hard-on cock. I cupped both ass cheeks and lifted him to give me a better angle for my tongue to penetrate his hard-on cock. My tongue worked in and out of his asshole until his third orgasm began to build. When my mouth moved to licking and sucking his hard-on cock, my fingers reentered his asshole. Just as he began bucking wildly, I pulled my fingers out of his asshole and found it. He went wild when I shoved it in only to the first knuckle. A second knuckle entered his ass.

Jun was screaming, "Oh shit, fuck, suck me, more, more!"

As Jun came and thrust his hard-on cock up to me, the whole finger slipped into his ass. I didn't use more because I had other plans for that handsome teen-gay’s ass.

As he came down, Jun said he needed to rest just a bit. As we cuddled and talked, he admitted he liked my finger up his ass, but wanted me to be careful. He told me Mike had never sucked his hard-on cock. All he ever did was finger his asshole until he was wet, climb on, hump until he came, and roll off. He seldom had an orgasm.

I moved up beside him and held him tightly. He began stroking my rock hard cock. At six and a half inches, I'm not the biggest dick in the gym, but Jun said I was a little bigger than Mike. He was amazed he had cum three times, and I hadn't even put it in him yet.

As Jun continued to stroke me, I started feeling that familiar stirring in my balls. I told him he needed to stop or I'd cum in his hand. I reached for his hard-on cock but he said he still needed a little time.

"Have you ever given head?" I asked.

This handsome teen-gay, said, "No, but I'll try. Tell me what to do."

I had him slide down my belly to where he was laying with his lips nearly touching the swollen head of my cock. I very gently pushed him down and told him to kiss and lick the top of cock. He did. He lick up the drop of pre--cum that was there and softly kissed me. I told him to open his mouth and take a little of it in and suck. Without hesitation he took about two inches of me into his mouth and started sucking. Jun was the perfect student. He did everything I told him without question. As I continued to instruct him, he began bobbing up and down on my raging hard-on. He was licking the shaft and head with every up-stroke, and was soon hitting the entrance to his throat on the down-stroke.

I had him reposition so he was lying on top of me in the classic 69 position. With my dick in his mouth and his hard-on cock at my head, I resumed sucking him still tight hard-on cock.

When I warned him I was about to cum, he didn't say a word. He just took me in as far as he could and sucked harder. He was holding my dick at the entrance of his throat. I was too busy eating his sweet hard-on cock to give any more warnings.

As I shot my first spurt, he jerked up about an inch, but went right back down and sucked even harder. He held right there for the second spurt. In my lust, I told him, "Take it down your throat baby." He gamely tried but just couldn't do it. He held me deep in his mouth until he sucked out every bit of my cum and swallowed it all.

I had continued sucking him, and with my tongue as deep in his hard-on cock as I could get it, he quickly had his fourth orgasm. This one was a little quieter that the last one. He merely ground his hard-on cock into my face and grunted with each thrust of my tongue. Of course, it is difficult to scream when there's a cock in deep your mouth. It was my turn to rest.

After a bit of rest, I again began petting Jun's hard-on cock. He soon spread his legs wide. I crawled between them and resumed sucking him. My licks became longer and lower. I pushed his legs up to where his knees were next to his chest and turgid nipples. He grabbed the backs of his knees and held them there.

While sucking his hard-on cock, I lubed up a finger with his hard-on cock juices. As he built toward another orgasm, I slipped a finger all the way into his asshole. Without warning, I removed my finger and moved my tongue from her his virgin asshole. A couple of licks and I drove my tongue into his asshole. Jun was near cumming again.

Jun's asshole was too tight to fuck with just his own juices. I keep a tube of lubricant next to my bed. I don't think Jun noticed when I reached for the lube. A generous glob of lube was put in and around Jun's tight asshole. I carefully massaged his sphincter to help it relax. All the while, I was sucking his hard-on cock. By that time, he was thrashing around and bucking up and down as he rapidly approached his next orgasm.

I then lowered his legs a bit and lined up to invade his asshole with my cock. One long slow thrust buried my shaft to the hilt. I held there for a bit enjoying a very tight hard-on cock. As I began stroking in and out, Jun began humping back. Soon, he brought his legs down and wrapped them around my waist. He was cumming again. I held tight into his depths as he thrashed beneath me. I was trying not to cum.

As his orgasm subsided, I resumed stroking his asshole. Damn he was still tight. I pulled his legs back up and stuck a finger back into his asshole. Jun's eyes were somewhat glazed and nearly closed. A wide smile covered his face. Slowly I pulled out of his asshole and aimed my cock again at his asshole. Thanks to the lube and his own juices, it took just a little pressure and the swollen head of my cock popped into his virgin asshole. Jun's eyes sprung wide open. He tensed with the initial entry, but he soon relaxed as I held still.

"All right?" I asked.

He said, "Yes! Don't stop!"

With that, I ever so slowly sank my dick into his no longer virgin asshole. A couple of quivers and a grimace or two were the only adverse reactions Jun had. When I was fully in his ass, I held still while he relaxed. The stroking began slowly at first. As I sped up, Jun started grunting and moaning every time I drove into him. He pulled his legs up further allowing me deeper penetration into his asshole.

After a few strokes, I was hammering into Jun's ass as hard as I could. Thank God I had gotten off earlier. I never would have lasted past the first strokes into his hot tight ass. It seemed to be sucking me in, every time I pulled back.

He then reached down, grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them wide, and yelled, "Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass! Oh God! I'm cumming again!"

As Jun came, so did me. I must have given him the biggest load of cum I'd ever had. I seemed to cum and cum.

When we settled down, I pulled out of his ass and gave him a few more strokes in his hard-on cock. He just laid there holding his legs up and panting. Slowly, he lowered his legs and wrapped his arms around me.

As I pulled out, I noticed his asshole was still slightly open with a little cum dribbling out.

After resting, talking, and cuddling a while, we shared a shower and dressed. Jun told me he didn't know it was possible to cum so hard, so many times, in so many ways.

I told him having the right partner makes it easy. I got Jun home about an hour before Mike was due. I never saw Jun, or Mike, again. When I called a couple of weeks later, their phone had been disconnected. Mike had quit his job a week earlier, and no one knew where they had gone. I wondered how long it was before Jun insisted someone eat his hard-on cock or fuck him in the ass again. I wish him the best.

To Mike, and all the other men who ignore their partner: If you don't take care of them, someone else will. It doesn't matter if they're young and gorgeous like Jun, or just another average, middle-aged, teen gay. He is appealing to someone. Maybe me!