Zap and Troy: The Legendary Journeys

It was a tense few minutes, waiting for Rowsdower to come back down the rope. I couldn’t help but picture him lying in a broken heap, and what I’d do if that happened. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what I’d do. Thank heavens I never had to figure it out, because he came down just fine.

I ran up to him and, without thinking, threw my arms around him. “Oh Rowsdower, I’m so glad you made it back OK.”

He hugged me back, and--adrenaline surging again--I decided my moment had come. I held my breath and kissed him.

Even now I’m not sure what I expected. It was my first kiss ever, with either a man or woman. At first all I could feel was his moustache. It tickled, but was really kind of pleasant. Then I felt his hand grab the back of my head with just a little bit of roughness. I could feel him open his mouth, I opened mine in answer, and for the first time I felt Rowsdower’s tongue touch my own.

Finally, after over a year of hiding my feelings from everyone, even myself, I finally had accepted my love for Rowsdower, but to find out that he felt the same way…I couldn’t believe my luck.

We were still kissing, me pulling him as close to me as I could. Rowsdower grabbed my ass, still with the same hint of roughness, and pulled my hips toward himself. I could feel his erection against my own, straining layers of denim between us. I thrust against him, grinning when he moaned. He must have felt my smile, because he finally broke the kiss.

“Troy, this feels amazing, but I’m worried it isn’t right.”

“I’m old enough to decide for myself what’s right Rowsdower. And even with everything else that’s going on, this is what’s right. You and me, together.”

I’d never kissed anyone before, so it probably goes without saying that what I did next was new to me, too. All of my friends talked about women doing it, never other men, but I thought I could figure it out well enough. I knelt down in front of Rowsdower. Nerves and excitement caused my hands to tremble as I unfastened his belt, then undid the button and pulled down the zipper. I could see the outline of his penis pressing against his briefs. Biting my lip, I pulled them down.

I had seen boys naked in the showers at school, but Rowsdower was the first man I’d seen who wasn’t circumcised. It looked a little funny, with his foreskin covering the head of his penis, but like the tickling of his moustache, I liked it. I could see the very tip of his penis where is foreskin didn’t quite cover; I placed a couple of small kisses there, then closing my eyes took him in my mouth.

To this day I don’t really have the words to describe what it felt like, both physically and emotionally. It was warm, of course, and I could feel the slightest tremble as he groaned again. I licked the underside of his penis, enjoying the noises he made as I did so. After a couple of minutes, I felt a little braver and began to move my head back and forth, taking him a little deeper each time I did so.

Rowsdower must have liked it, because he began to thrust into my mouth. One thrust in particular went a little deeper than I liked and I gagged a little bit. I grabbed the shaft of his cock to keep him from going that deep again. He happened to thrust just as I grabbed, which pulled his foreskin back. I worried at first that pulling it that hard might have hurt him, but judging from the way he moaned again I think he enjoyed the new sensitivity.

By now I was pretty much just kneeling there while Rowsdower did all the work. I could tell he was getting close because he kept getting faster and I could taste pre-cum every so often. I thought he would cum in my mouth, and I was ok with that, but suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my mouth.

“I don’t want to finish yet, Troy. That was amazing, but I want to return the favor.”

He took the rest of his clothes off, then helped me with mine. He kneeled in front of me like I’d just done for him.

The pleasure was astounding. Warmth again, but this time surrounding me. I could feel his teeth scraping me ever so slightly. I was a little worried that it might hurt, but he was careful and instead of hurting it just added to the pleasure.

Never, in all the dreams I’d denied for so long, did I imagine that being with Rowsdower could be like this. The excitement, the pleasure, and my inexperience had me close to the edge. Taking a cue from Rowsdower, I stopped him just before I came.

“Rowsdower….” I knew what I wanted, wasn’t sure how to put it into words.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to. Rowsdower took charge. He pulled me down to my knees again, then kissed me deeply. Breaking the kiss, he told me to get on my hands and knees, facing away from him. I did, closing my eyes in a mixture of anticipation and fear.

He positioned himself behind me; one hand was on my hip, and from what I could feel he was using the other to prepare to enter me. His penis touched my asshole and a reflex jerked me away slightly. Only for a moment, though. I pushed back onto him as he pushed into me.

If sucking him, and being sucked by him, was amazing, then there are no words for what I felt now. There was a little pain as I stretched in a way I never had before. There was a fullness, too, something entirely new and indescribable. But above all there was pleasure; pleasure as he penetrated me, and pleasure as his cock found a place inside me nothing had ever touched before. These sensations, feeling Rowsdower inside of me, were the culmination of every desire I’d had for a year.

He went slowly at first, but as I became used to having him in me he sped up. I began to rock backward onto him harder and harder, helping him to get deeper and hit that amazing place inside me. We went on and on, losing track of time, our flashlights the only illumination as we made love. I stopped worrying about the artifact, I stopped thinking about Mike Pipper and the grad students; the cult ceased to exist. All that was left was Rowsdower inside of me, and the love we finally allowed ourselves to feel for one another.

Sometime later (Half an hour? Half a lifetime?) Rowsdower quickened his pace even more and began to swell in me. Knowing what was happening, combined with the incredible sensations, drove me to the edge. As Rowsdower came inside of me, he thrust deeper than ever, hitting that place again and making me cum at the same time. I collapsed onto the floor of the chamber, pulling him down with me as he began to soften, still in me.

Rowsdower gathered as much of our clothing as he could reach. He covered me with his jacket, made a pillow of my shirt. We fell asleep like that, my back to his front, his moustache lightly brushing the back of my neck.