First Lust: First Love

Jonty watched Carol walk away. Why was it that he didn't feel anything? He was eighteen, fit and healthy -- a red blooded man like any other -- but he couldn't feel the fire. She was dumping him because he wouldn't put out; he knew that he would be the butt of many a joke amongst his friends but he just couldn't do it.

The news spread like wildfire and Jonty was ragged rotten. Of course everyone assumed that he was gay and poor Jonty began to wonder if perhaps that was his problem. But, after looking at some cocks on the internet he decided that he wasn't overly interested in those either. He just wasn't interested in anyone and he knew his mind well enough to stand his ground: no more blind dates, no suggestions, and as for all the gay stuff he just let it was right over his head. He was getting tired of the fuckwits that he hung around with anyway and was determined to find other interests and new friends.

His quest for new interests led him to the library where upon his first visit he fell instantly, deeply and utterly in love. This went beyond lust; yes, he was simply smitten but he wanted more than that. He wanted, needed to know this person; the object of his desire was the redhead that worked behind the desk and Jonty felt his face flush as he drank in the beauty of the fiery red hair, the porcelain skin and amazing green eyes. But it was the cherry red lips had did him in; suddenly the door to desire was unlocked and all he wanted to do was kiss and kiss and kiss some more. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as his hardon tented his shorts while he tried to hide the massive bulge behind his books.

'Let me take those from you.' The voice cut into his lust-daze.

Reluctantly Kevin handed them over. He saw the green eyes widen as they traveled down his flat stomach and onto his wayward cock.

'Wow, buddy you got it bad.' Once more that sexy voice penetrated Jonty's skull. Even his voice was beautiful. Suddenly Jonty had the urge to scream it from the mountaintops: 'yes, I'm gay and I so fucking turned on right now I think I might pop.' Instead he smiled and apologized.

'No need to apologize,' the liquid-sex voice shot back 'I don't get to see anything quite that exciting around here usually.'

Jonty smiled. He couldn't believe it; they were on the same wavelength! Just this morning he didn't know what he was looking for but now it had been revealed and lust, it seemed, was not just his alone. The guy behind the desk briefly licked his sexy, ripe lips and desire was full in his eyes.

'The name's Kevin.' He stuck out his hand.

Electricity surged through Jonty's hand as his warm flesh touched Kevin's. This was how it's supposed to be, he told himself and made a mental note to apologize to Carol.

'Jonty. Pleased to meet you.' He shot back.

And then all too soon it was over. His books had been date stamped and someone else had appeared to check out their library books. Jonty took his books and started out the door.

'Catch you later.' Kevin's voice followed him out into the bright sunshine and full heat of a mid-summer's day. Suddenly Jonty's eyes were opened to a new possibility. 'Catch you later,' Kevin had said. And boy, how he would love to be caught and held close and kissed and cuddled and tickled and wrestled, prodded and poked and kissed and stroked. The thoughts raced through his brain causing his thick cock to surge once again and he was glad that he had the books to shield it from the public's view. It didn't help that suddenly he noticed the beauty of men like the strong, bronzed shoulders on a pair of bare-chested hunks that strode by. In a micro-second he had drunk in their beauty, noticed the hairless chests and tiny nipples and the flat bellies with the line of dark fuzz dipping south. Oh to undo those belt buckles, to slide those worn jeans down their hips, to press his nose into those furry crotches and inhale their man-scent on this warm day!

Already he felt like he was cheating on Kevin. He was sure that Kevin was mostly hairless, perhaps with just a few ginger swirls around the root of his alabaster cock, and that he would smell only of soap and aftershave and not of the musky crotch funk that quickened his pulse as he walked by those studs. He turned to look back at them now and admired the way that their fleshy butts rolled around in their jeans. He needed Kevin to come and save him and drag him away from his baser instincts. They would date, they would drink coffee, they would debate important issues and only once they had gotten to know each other would they make their first contact: perhaps they would hold hands, perhaps they would share a sweet gentle kiss.

Jonty could feel the sweat in his armpits and pouring down his back. His underpants were damp, not helped by the copious amounts of precum that oozed out of his cock, and he felt deliciously, disgustingly dirty. Thoughts of Kevin were interspersed with darker fantasies. Kevin's luscious red lips would kiss him and those tender arms would hold him tight. Jonty's heart would flutter in his ribcage like some poor caged songbird trying to set itself free. And into that daydream crashed the thoughts of big, beefy men: they would Balçova Escort be swarthy and rugged, muscled and virile and they would force him to inhale their crotch scent and sit their hairy cracks right down on his face. It was as if a year's worth of lust was suddenly condensed into this one hour and Jonty's brain was in a frazzle.

Everywhere he looked there were men dressed for the heat of summer. On some of the older guys big balls and fat butts were trussed up in too-tight shorts perhaps last worn a summer ago but in Jonty's current lust-induced fug they were no less sexy that the dudes closer to his own age. At each turn there were beautiful legs, nice asses -- peachy and small, massively round and firm or even downright sloppy he enjoyed the sight of them all -- handsome faces, rugged faces, open faces, nice eyes, sexy lips, big hands...the list was endless. Every man that he saw that day was eye candy. His sweet tooth had been starved too long and now it insisted on drinking in and storing the beauty of every single man that passed his way. And still his cock ached in his shorts and he walked round and round town in an aimless daze unable to return home until something, and he knew not what, had happened to him.

And still Kevin was in that air-conditioned room with all those books. Perhaps he was a geeky nerd but he was certainly the sexiest one that Jonty had ever seen. If only he could come out now and rescue Jonty from this aimless street lusting that drove him round and round the same few blocks.

'Is that what all the guys are wearing this summer,' a voice cut through his thoughts as he walked past a greengrocer's on the corner 'a book to hide your hardon?'

Jonty stopped and blushed and tried to reply but his mouth was dry. The guy who had asked the question was standing there wearing just a pair of rugby shorts and a T-shirt and sneakers. He had the sexiest, hairiest legs that Jonty could imagine. This was one of the men who had been in his daydream, forcing Jonty's face into his musky crack. There was a full bulge in his tiny shorts and Jonty could not tear his eyes away. The man noticed this and shoved his hand down inside his shorts and rearranged his equipment so that his fat cock was now clearly outlined across his thigh. The stranger had dark hair and dark eyes and long silky dark hair forested his forearms. The man was sex; there was simply no other way to put it. Jonty tried to draw his book closer to his throbbing organ that threatened to spew its juicy load right there on the street corner in front of the Portuguese Café