easy_eros: Part I The end of November marked the end of the monsoons. The trees and shrubs, verdant with the last of the season's rain, rustle in the crisp cool wind. Peach colored blossoms on the flowering trees that we pass by are borne on the whispers of the chilly air. Gently they settle on the red dirt road our bus is on. With eyes half shut, lulled by the gentle rocking of the bus, two lovers seated besides me are half way into a dream but so was I... dreaming of a memory. It was exactly a year from now that I was on this same road and on the same bus headed for a picturesque fishing village that I lovingly called home. This time, however, I wasn't alone. I was studying in the city where all the good colleges were and where I met James, my roommate. He was the nicest of guys and we became the closest of friends over the course of a couple of semesters. This year he decided he wanted to get out of the city and suggested he accompany me home over the holiday break. I had, for the longest time, been talking about how beautiful my hometown was and he apparently couldn't resist. And so he took the seat beside the window of the bus and I that next to him. With all the passengers aboard, the bus began its 18 plus hour journey south. It was 9 in the evening and halfway through the bus ride, the only thing that kept my mind off the gurgle in my tummy was the drowsiness I felt. I close my eyes with my head rested on the seat's headrest only to open them again at the sight of dawn and with my head no longer where it once lay. And there, my face against the soft white cotton that covered James' chest, I feel his warm breath upon me. His cheeks are ruddy from the nights rest and his eyes stare at distant rice paddies. I, having the biggest crush on James, am the last person to want to part from the embrace but I did and did it quickly. I knew James was straight as he knew I wasn't. Afraid of reprisals I apologized. "hey I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." "I know, and it's perfectly alright! What are friends for if not for make shift pillows!" he smiles. I laughed, slightly relieved. We were two hours away but the silence made it seem as though it was an eternity. I pretended to sleep and he pretended to read. The sound of the hydraulics opening the door signaled our arrival. It was eight thirty or so and the gurgle in my tummy was now a full roar. James on the other hand was writhing with the urge to relieve his full bladder. My father was faithfully waiting at the entrance of the bus station with his broken down jeep to take us home. The village where I lived was a half an hours' drive from the station. It was bordered by mountains and high cliffs so that you couldn't really see it until you made that last turn. Half an hour later the last turn was made and suddenly there it was just like I remembered. Beaches that went on for miles, white sands strewn with fishing boats and nets spread out to dry, waters so clear it reflected the sky. The peace of the water was only temporarily disturbed by the ripples of fallen fishnets after being flung into the air. My father was so much darker than I remembered. His strapping figure and the lines across his forehead were more pronounced now that he had taken on my share of the work after I left for college. The skin around his mouth creases deeply as he smiles to announce that lunch was ready. We eat, unpack, and soon the afternoon was spent. Dusk. The cool breeze is pulled into the warm waters of the pacific from inland and the silence is only broken by waves crashing against the receding shoreline. I see James in the distance sitting on the wet sand one feet in the water the other tucked under the opposite thigh. I sit by him. "I know why you've been silent the whole time." I say. "I don't think so..." upset he replies. "Look, I'm sorry for what happened on the bus it was an accident! Sure it was an accident I enjoyed but an accident nonetheless. I wasn't taking advantage of you." He breaks into a smile then a laugh. "It's not that silly" his face turns somber again "it's because I think I enjoyed it, maybe even wanted it. Seeing you there so peaceful against me, made me feel things I've never felt for another human being. I wanted to be closer than that, to take care of you" "Oh, I see... I'm sorry, it's all my fault." That is all I could say. "Yes, I know" With that he comes close and kisses me on the forehead. He stands and walks toward the cottage. Taking only a few steps he turns and asks "Well? Are you coming?" He reaches his hand out and I take it, afraid that if I didn't I would collapse. We held hands as we walked back to the cottage. It seemed so long, what was in reality only a few yards seemed miles away. I could feel my heartbeat quicken. My throat was dry. I was going to at last have what I coveted most. I draw the shades. And from behind he grabs me by the waist and carries me onto the bed. James, at 6'4", is 8 inches taller than me and can easily pick me up of the ground. Kneeling at the edge of the bed his chest is in front of me as he stands. Slowly I unbutton his shirt. The crest of his chest is just like I imagined it would be, sinews undulate and pulsate with each heave and breath. I press my cheek yet again and breathe in sweat and salty sea air. I gently plant kisses along the trail of hair that disappears into his pants. His breath shortens as I reach down into it. I grab hold of his fully engorge staff and he moans as if he couldn't wait any more. I pull it out and it sticks five inches above the waistband. It was enormous but so was my appetite. As I undid his pants I licked the underside of his exposed cock making sure that as I reached the tip I circled around the slit dribbling wet with pre-cum. Completely naked with an erection sticking straight out into the air he says "now it's your turn!" he gently lifts off my t-shirt and pulls down my shorts exposing a full hard-on that slaps against my belly. A surprised look overcomes his face followed by an unbelieving "Wow!" he looks straight into my face and says "You're bigger than me!!!" he kisses me and pushes me down onto the bed, but I push back and forcefully grab hold of his 9" dick with both hands and pump for all I'm worth. I too bounced on the bed as my hands went up and down his massive staff. His hand soon coyly positioned itself at my nape. I tried to fit what I could in my mouth. I told him how hot and salty his pre-cum was and how much I wanted him to cum all over my face. I could see he was really getting-off. His huge balls were now tightening any time now I new he was going to cum. I pulled my mouth away just in time. His face is violently red, he moans and then I feel spurts of warm viscous liquid flow off the side of my face and down, barely touching the opening of my mouth, to my chin and finally dripping to my chest. He kneels and takes his finger to the cleft of my collarbone scooping up whatever is left of the copious amount of semen running down my neck and places it squarely against my lips. "taste me!" he says. The fresh liquid felt warm as it slowly made its way past my tongue and down the back of my throat. Quickly I skipped a breath as I let his juices pass through me. He pulls my hair and throws my head back and proceeds to lap up the remainder of his seed from my neck. He then pulls me in and parts my lips with his cum ridden tongue. With it he manages to push more of the liquid down my throat. Momentarily he releases his kiss and whispers into my ears "are you ready for more?" I could not believe it. He was raging hard again and raring to go. I open my mouth as wide as I could preparing for him to enter it but he quickly kisses it shut and whispers "but not there?". He grins, parts my legs and shouts "there!!!" as he forcefully enters me. I could not help but scream. Again and again he pounds long and steady strokes. It felt like I was being ripped open. I was at the edge of tears and ecstasy. I was near the precipice and could no longer hold on. One last stroke and my cum was everywhere. It pooled at my stomach but didn't stay there long. As it started its way down the side of my torso, I felt James tongue take it all in. As soon as it had appeared it was gone, only trace of it were on his moist lips and dripping down his chin. In all this he did not stop, he kept pounding and pushing. The pace grew more furious with every stride. Then came the last, midway out he quickly wedged it farther in than he had ever. I let a scream out and so did he. With his eyes shut tightly, his mouth agape and his backed arched he let out a low groan. And then just like that I felt it, warm cum in me burning as it made its way out my torn opening.