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“Momma, please. I won’t talk back anymore. Let me out of the closet, Momma. Or turn on a light. You know how scared I am of the dark. Don’t leave me here in the dark, Momma. Please. Please Momma. Momma? Momma?”

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Brandon leaned over the low, padded cubicle wall and winked at Colleen and told her she was looking mighty fine today. Then, as he turned and moved down the corridor between the cubicles, a large, apparently heavy file box under his arm, he barely missed running into Rhonda, and gave her a cheery hello and a big smile before going on his way.

Rhonda stopped by Colleen’s cubicle as well. “Brandon’s been very chipper today.”

“Yes, isn’t he a dreamboat,” Colleen answered. “He’s been so ‘up’ for a couple of weeks now. And it suits him. He always was a hunk, but it seemed like he was afraid of something-of his own shadow.”

“I heard that Norris wants to push him ahead,” Rhonda said. “He wanted him to be more outgoing, so Brandon’s been going to a specialist. Someone who is helping him.”

“A specialist? Do you mean a shrink?”

“Something like that, I think. I’ve heard he’s using hypnosis or something. Anyway, it’s put me all a flutter with Brandon. He’s strutting around now like he’s getting it good. He could have gotten it from me even before-but he’s really something now. I melt whenever he looks at me.”

“Rhonda!” Colleen exclaimed. But her cheeks were burning.

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t go into the break room alone with him, Colleen Thomas. I’ve heard you talking about him.”

“He’s married,” Colleen said with a forced gasp.

“Yeah, well, we both can dream, can’t we? Besides now he always looks like he’s just been with a woman. And I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t wish that woman was me. I can tell you I wouldn’t turn him down either.”

Both young women giggled then, and Rhonda turned and went on her way down the corridor.

Brandon had already reached the door of the file room. He went in and walked to the back of the room and returned the file carton he’d carried in into its niche on the metal rack. The overhead light went out, the door closed behind him, and he heard the click of a lock.

He was in total darkness, and, from the heavy breathing near the door, he knew he wasn’t alone.

Already beginning to pant, Brandon turned and leaned back on a worktable beside the rack where he’d stowed the file on the shelves. He moaned and spread his legs as a heavy-breathing figure moved between his thighs. A hand was buried in the hair at the back of his head and he was arched backward. He opened his lips as the lips of another took possession of them, opening them to a searching tongue. With one hand the figure held Brandon’s head arched back and with the other the buttons on Brandon’s shirt were being released. The lips went to his nipples.

Brandon moaned. He reached down and fumbled with the belt of the figure pressed into his pelvis, lowered a zipper, pulled out a hardening and already-sheathed and slick cock, and began to stroke it. The man pressed into him was unbuckling Brandon’s belt as well and pushing his trousers off his legs.

With a groan, Brandon hooked his legs around the phantom of the dark’s very real waist and whispered in a hoarse and insistent voice, “Oh, god, yes. Now. Fuck me, fuck me.” He made pained, whimpering sounds as the cock invaded his channel. Stiff-armed, Brandon was arched back on the surface of the work table, his ankles crossed at the small of the man’s heavily muscled back, trembling and urging the cocking on. The man buried his face in the hollow of Brandon’s neck and sucked hard. Six, seven, eight deep strokes.

Then he pulled out of Brandon and turned him to where Brandon was standing on the floor but bent over the table. The man grabbed Brandon’s tie, pulled it around to the back, and used it as reins to arch Brandon’s torso up and back with every stroke of the renewed attack of his cock inside the young man’s channel. The underside of Brandon’s hard cock was stroking across the surface of the work table, and his assaulter moved his free hand around Brandon’s waist and cupped the top of Brandon’s cock with his palm, giving Brandon the friction of his own cock between skin and work table surface.

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven strokes inside Brandon and he jerked and lurched, gave a little cry, and shot cum across the surface of the table. Three more strokes, and the man enjoyed his own ejaculation deep inside Brandon’s channel.

They hunched there, panting in stereo-Brandon’s tenor to the man’s bass-until the man softened inside Brandon. He pulled out, reached around and buttoned Brandon’s dress shirt again, and then reached down and pulled Brandon’s trousers back up his legs, zipped him, and rebuckled his belt.

Brandon was alone, hunched over the table, when the light went back on and the door opened and shut quickly after that. He stood up from the table, looked around with only a slightly confused look, moved his head to one side to take a crick out of his neck. He looked at the rack beside him. The box he had put into place was where it belonged. He smiled slightly to himself and turned and left the file room.

As he walked back along the corridor between the cubicles, he paused once more to give Colleen a smile and a slightly saucy look.

Colleen did a bit of a double take. His eyes looked dreamy and he certainly did, as Rhonda had mentioned twenty minutes earlier, look like he’d been “getting some.” She even got the heady hint of a musky smell in the air that she’d have to admit she found arousing.

It’d been nearly a half hour since he’d passed by. Had she seen Rhonda in that half hour? She’d have to think. Maybe Rhonda was getting something she wasn’t. True, he was married, but she’d been giving it to Mr. Watson in accounting and he was married too-and Brandon was a whole lot hunkier than Mr. Watson was.

* * * *

“I think that was a very good session, Brandon,” Dr. Milton said at the door of his treatment room. “I think we’re coming along very nicely. Very nicely indeed.”

“Thank you, Doctor. I do feel quite refreshed. I was a little nervous when I came in today, but feel like I’m walking on clouds now.”

Brandon smiled at the man who was sitting in the waiting room as he left to walk uptown to the apartment he shared with his wife, Cindy. They’d been married for a year, and it really was her problems that had sent Brandon looking for help. His fear of the dark was ruining her sleep. The tossing and turning had sent them to separate twin beds already, something they both knew was unusual for near newlyweds, but it was the light that had really gotten to her. Brandon hadn’t been able to sleep-or do anything-in the dark. And Cindy couldn’t sleep with the lights on. After Dr. Milton had started treating Brandon, now the dark of night, in his own bed, didn’t cause Brandon to toss and turn and cry out in fear. They were thinking of exchanging the twins for a king already, and Cindy now only wore the night mask and had the sound machine on out of habit.

The man, not at all bad looking for his age, but probably pushing forty, smiled back at Brandon. He stood as Brandon was leaving. He was a professional type-probably a lawyer. But he hadn’t gone to pot. He had kept himself in good shape. Brandon was wondering what the man could be seeing Milton for as he got out of the elevator and walked out onto the street.

The man had been taking a wallet out of his pocket as he stood. Brandon’s office paid for his visits without Brandon having to pay anything. Norris had told him that they’d cover it as part of his executive training. They obviously liked his work, and it had only been the effects of his insomnia that had been holding Brandon back from promotion.

Brandon had stopped on the street. He had no idea why he was stopped, but when he saw that he was standing by the cashier’s booth to a movie theater, he had the sudden urge to go in. He had no idea what the movie was even, but it didn’t seem to matter.

The movie hadn’t started when he entered the theater. He moved to the top row of the balcony. Very few patrons were attending the showing, and all of them were much farther down, nearer the screen.

The lights went out and the movie started, one of the dark-atmosphere movies-and rather racy-all sorts of meaningful, longing looks and hoarse talking and grasping fumbling.

Brandon wasn’t alone. A man sat down next to him, in the dark. He put his arm around Brandon’s shoulders, and Brandon raised his arm, permitting the man’s hand to go under his pit and to clutch his chest on top of one of his pecs. The man’s other hand was in Brandon’s lap, unzipping him and pulling out his cock. Brandon turned his face to the other man, not being able to discern the man’s features, although they looked slightly familiar, and the two kissed.

Brandon reached over, unzipped the man, brought his cock out, and started stroking it.

After the man had leaned over and sucked Brandon hard, Brandon did the same for him. The man pulled Brandon’s trousers off his legs, and sat Brandon on his cock, facing the screen.

In a dark bedroom scene on the screen, a couple languidly fucked, all legs and entwining arms and sighs and groans.

Brandon watched the scene, not really seeing it, as, with his hands gripping the back of the seat in front of him, he fucked himself on the man’s cock, using the balls of his feet for leverage in his rising and falling. The man groaned behind him, ejaculated, and pulled Brandon into his lap. He snaked his hands around Brandon’s waist and placed one hand on Brandon’s belly to hold him close, still skewered on a softening cock, and stroked Brandon to his own coming with the other hand.

Brandon moaned to his finish, his unseeing eyes glued to the movie screen.

On the way home from the movie, he stopped and bought Cindy a bouquet of flowers. He was feeling randy. They’d have quite a session tonight. Cindy seemed to enjoy the fucking-a lot-but he tried to bring her something like flowers to warn her when he felt particularly hot, so she could think of a reason to hold him off that particular night if she wasn’t in the mood as well.

* * * *

The doorbell rang after dinner, and when Brandon answered it, he saw Dr. Milton-and another man, younger and in an UPS delivery uniform, standing in the outer hallway in front of the door.

“I left my office and saw that you had left your briefcase, Brandon,” Dr. Milton said. “I pass by here on the way home anyway, so I thought I’d drop it off to you.”

“Thanks, Doctor. I hadn’t even realized I’d left it there,” Brandon said.

“Umm. This is my son, Jim, Brandon. Sorry, I should have introduced him immediately.”

“Quite all right. Hello, Jim.”

“Hello. Umm, would you mind if I used your bathroom?”

“Sure. Go ahead. The guest bathroom is right over there, by the door to the patio.”

While Jim was gone, Cindy appeared and she and Brandon engaged in some chit-chat with Dr. Milton.

Later that night, Brandon was on top of Cindy in her twin bed, her legs open to him, writhing under him, as he plowed her hard and deep for the second time that evening. He had no idea why he was so randy-and she showed no evidence of caring as long as he was.

He rolled off of her with a groan and padded off to the bathroom to take a leak and a shower. When he came back, she appeared to be in a deep sleep already. Her sound machine was on, her night mask was covering her eyes, and she’d even taken a couple of sleeping pills. The sleeping pills was another thing Brandon hoped Cindy could wean herself away from once his problem with the dark was fully sorted out.

Brandon laid down on his own bed, on top of the covers. He didn’t get under the covers until the middle of the night, and he slept in the nude. He reached over and turned out the light. He laid there, eyes open, slightly panting, feeling his arousal returning. His hand went to his cock.

The hand was brushed away. There was another hand on his cock. And then a mouth came down over it, and Brandon stretched and raised his arms over his head and purred. He no longer was being sucked. Someone was sitting on his belly. It was a man. His cock was slapping against Brandon’s belly. Hands were taking Brandon’s wrists, one after the other, and tying them off on the brass rails of the twin headboard.

Brandon sighed and moaned as the man lowered his lips on Brandon’s. The lips were soon replaced by a plump cock, and Brandon’s mouth was as open to that as he had been to the tongue that preceded it.

At length, the probing, hard cock was replaced by a ball gag and Brandon’s hips were being raised with broad hands palming and spreading his buttocks. The cock slowly entered his channel, the going being tough because it was so thick. It entered and entered and entered, Brandon’s hips being further raised on top of strong thighs as knees moved under the small of his back.

Brandon moaned and groaned. He dug his heels into the mattress, and when the deep, long-stroking started, he started a counter rhythm all his own against the stroking of the cock, using his feet for leverage.

When Cindy woke in the morning’s light and pulled off her sleeping mask, she looked down to watch the bobbing of Brandon’s head as he sucked on her nipples. She moved her hands to the small of his back and held him to her, enjoying the coordination of the bunching of the muscles at the base of his back, running onto his buttocks, with the rhythm of the fuck deep inside her.

She didn’t know what was making Brandon so randy of late. But she certainly was benefiting from it. She reached over and took the thick, slickened dildo off her nightstand, and Brandon lurched and groaned as she reached around and worked it into his ass.

This was a fetish of his that had started even before they were married. She was long past trying to figure out why ass play with a dildo made Brandon extra horny during their sex. All that mattered to her was that it did.

* * * *

“Now, remember, Brandon,” Dr. Milton was saying as he sat next to where Brandon was stretched out on a backless and armless couch, “As you drift into that world of pleasure and security, you will forget the dark as being a place of fear and confinement. You will think of it as a world of pleasure and freedom-freedom to express yourself and take your full pleasures.”

Brandon’s body was relaxing. He was drifting off as Dr. Milton’s singsong voice helped him to move to that other world-a world of dark, but a world without fear, without inhibitions, of pure pleasure.

Milton continued droning on for a few minutes, listening for the shallow breathing, the slight pant-the pant of arousal that Milton himself had created in this luscious, young, hard-bodied man lolling on his couch.

“It’s dark and getting darker, much darker.” This wasn’t so, the room was in full light. But Milton was making it so in Brandon’s mind. “You are moving to that fully free pleasure world.”

Brandon was laying on his belly, fully stretched on the couch, totally relaxed, a sensuous smile on his face and a bit of drool. He had raised his hips a bit and was slowing rubbing his basket against the leather of the couch.

Milton smiled, stood up from his chair, and moved around the room, turning off lights. He went to the windows and closed the blinds. It was almost pitch black in the room. He stripped off his trousers and briefs and then returned to the couch and pulled Brandon’s trousers off his legs.

He stood there beside the couch, working up his cock. Brandon turned his head toward him and sighed, and Milton slipped the cock between the young man’s lips.

Ten minutes later he was straddling Brandon’s pelvis with his knees, riding his ass, while Brandon gripped the legs of the couch and moaned and pumped his pelvis back onto the doctor’s cock. Fifteen minutes later, the doctor let out a little grunt and came. He rose off Brandon, let Brandon clean his cock with his mouth. Then he pulled his briefs and trousers back on and went to the door to the waiting room.

The same man who had been there the previous day and who had since heard-if not really paid attention to-an art movie in a nearby movie house came in, handed the doctor a tidy sum of money.

He removed and carefully folded his business suit and laid it on a chair. He walked over to the couch and reached for Brandon’s ankles and turned the young man on his back. Brandon looked up at him-in the darkness-with a dreamy smile and hooded eyes of already being satiated, but ready for more.

The man was already hard, having let his mind go over this scene all the time he was in the waiting room and listening to Dr. Milton’s grunts and groans and Brandon’s little cries of the taking.

He spread-eagled Brandon’s legs and thrust inside him. Brandon arched his back, clawed at the leather of the sofa, and moaned his new acceptance-his embracing-of the dark.

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Glory-hole Days

There aren’t many things I really miss about my youth. I am very happy with my life (and my love-life), but I do miss the “old days” when every rest area had a men’s room full of glory holes. You could cross the country and suck cock practically every 50 miles or so. And when I was in my twenties, I took every advantage of the fact.

To my good fortune, however, I didn’t have to travel cross-country. In fact, I only had to drive 10 miles from home to find three stalls full of hot action. Let me set the scene…

The rest area was located off a very busy highway in Michigan. It sat in a clearing in the middle of a forest. There were two parking lots… one for cars and one for trucks. The building sat between the two parking lots. There were two doors that led into the men’s room, and the outside one was very heavy and loud opening and closing. It was a great alarm system! The doors led into the washroom with 6 sinks. Beyond the washroom another doorway led into another room with a trough-style urinal and three stalls. Each stall had a glory hole into the next stall, so the center one was (naturally) my favorite.

Every trip to this “glory hole heaven,” was memorable, but I will only relate one of them here. I was home from college for a weekend, so I decided to check out the action. I drove into the car park, noticing two cars, and a motorcycle. There was a single big-rig in the other parking lot. Before I even got out of my car, one car pulled away filled with a family of five. As started into the men’s room, I bumped into a man coming out… literally. He practically knocked me over! He was about 40, 6′ tall with salt and pepper hair, and a “Tom Selleck” mustache. He apologized, and continued to his car. “Damn!” I thought. “I guess I won’t get his dick.”

I walked into the second room, and into my favorite stall, noticing someone was in the far one already. I looked through the glory hole and saw what I assume was the owner of the motorcycle. He was wearing faded and torn jeans, a t-shirt and beat up boots. A leather jacket hung on the inside of the door. He made no movement as I lowered my jeans and sat down. I was already hard and started stroking, looking occasionally through the hole.

Suddenly, the outer door opened, and then the inner. In moments the other stall was occupied… by non other than “Tom Selleck.” He pulled down his pants (no underwear, like me), unbuttoned his shirt (revealing a chest and belly fully-furred, not like me) and stuck his already hard cock through the glory hole into my stall. Shit! I didn’t know what to do. I really wanted to suck that cock, but I was worried about the biker. But, before I had time to think twice, I heard the him whisper, “Go on, suck it… I wanna watch.”

That was enough for me! I was on my knees sucking on a gorgeous uncut cock. It was about 7 inches long, with a decided curve to it, and although it was fully hard, the head was still covered by the longest foreskin I had ever seen. I wrapped my lips around it and slid down to the bear’s bush, pushing the skin down as I went. Immediately the cock began pumping in and out of my eager mouth. I could see the man’s hands grasping the top of the partition for stability as he really fucked my face. The cock moved like lightning! Faster and faster and harder and harder, the bear’s crotch pounded against the partition between us. Then, there was a gasp and a moan, and my mouth was flooded with a huge load of the sweetest cum! I almost drowned! Faster than I could swallow, the cock slid out of my mouth, the man pulled up his pants and disappeared from the restroom.

“Wow!” said the biker. “Me next?” I turned to the other partition, to see a fat 5″ of cock come through the hole. “That was really hot,” whispered the biker, “It won’t take me long.” “Take as long as you want,” I replied, “I’m in no hurry.” I noticed he had also pushed his ballsack through the hole, so before I sucked his cock, I took one, then the other, into my mouth. “Jesus!” the biker moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum doing that.” I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, wrapped my lips around it and slid to the base. Three more trips from base to head, and the cock erupted. Not as much as the bear had shot, but just as sweet. The biker moaned and let me hold his dick in my mouth until it was soft again. He pulled it back through the partition and said, “Thanks, I needed that.” He pulled up his jeans, put on his leather jacket and said, “I’m gonna be passing this way in three days at about this time… if you’re interested.” Then he was gone.

I sat, contented, stroking my cock for a few minutes. Then I heard the outer door open. The inner door soon followed, and seconds later the biker’s stall was occupied again. I looked through the hole to see a big red-headed guy staring back at me. “I thought they would never leave,” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting in my truck for fifteen minutes… How about a blowjob, kid?” I smiled, nodded and dropped to my knees.

(Let me know if you are interested in hearing any more of my “Glory-hole Stories”)

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To the Readers: Once I decided to take a break from writing all sorts of new ideas for stories began creeping into my head. I found it much harder to stop writing than I ever imagined. The story below was originally a short story about a one night stand. I’ve revised and expanded this idea into more than 25,000 words.

REVISED & EXPANDED

NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

Written By: Bill Hudley

I checked in at the reception desk, handed over the charge card, signed the form and took my room key card. As I rode the elevator to my room I thought to myself, that I was getting tired of this constant traveling. I had three clients to see tomorrow and catch another plane to Memphis at six tomorrow night. I had to find something else. Constant travel had cost me my marriage and I had trouble even dating with my erratic schedule. One phone call from an upset client and old Dave here was off to the rescue. Sometimes all I did was take the client to dinner while our people at main office corrected the problem.

I could have stayed at home and placated the client by phone. Where was the need for me to fly four hundred miles to say we’re sorry and it will be fixed as soon as possible. How many times had I thought these same thoughts as I flew off from home base and what little life I had that was mine now.

I dropped my briefcase and carry all on the bed while the bellman sat my bag on the folding rack. I tipped him a fiver and tugged my tie off and turned on the shower. The steamy shower got rid of a lot of my complaints and I felt much better. I put on slacks a crew neck pull over and a sport jacket and headed for the hotel bar.

It was only 4:05 P.M. and the bar was sparsely attended at this time in the afternoon. I pulled out a stool near the bar TV and ordered Dewar’s, neat. The TV was showing a Strong Man competition and I watched, not really interested. Others came in as the afternoon crept on toward evening. A nice looking, clean cut young man sat one stool away and after nodding hello he asked what I thought of the Strong Man Competition.

“I wouldn’t be interested in being that strong if my body had to look like that. I guess I’m too vain but to me those guys may be strong but they sure do look like they are just fat. I’d rather be weaker and be able to see my shoes when I look down.”

He laughed…”That’s a great way to think about it. I’ll bet that those guys don’t date a lot.”

It was my time to laugh…”Hell, I’ve got a decent body, for my age, and I still can’t date much. I’m always in the air on my way to put out fires it seems.”

“Man, I hear that…I know what you mean, it’s the same with me. I’m Jim by the way, Jim Bouten.” he said offering his hand.

I shook his hand. “David Crandall…nice to meet you Jim. What line are you in? I’m the Executive Vice President of Client Ass Kissing at my company.”

“Jim laughed and spewed a bit of his drink out as he did. “David, it seems we’re in the same line of work. I do hold their hands sometimes instead of the usual rim job.”

“Sorry, you got me there, what is a rim job.”

“I guess you would call it ass kissing with lots of tongue.” he said grinning.

“You’ve lost me there somewhere”. I said.

“Sorry David, it was a feeble attempt at dark humor. Only funny if you’re familiar with the term. My company sells software programs and I go in, determine the problem and recommend fixes and solutions.” Jim explained.

“I do much the same thing, we sell and install industrial conveyor systems.”

Jim moved over to the stool beside me. “Looks like the bar might fill up here soon.” He said as he sat down beside me.

We continued talking and got into failed relationships, asshole supervisors, clueless managers and the lack of good looking, available women.

Jim looked me in the eyes and said. “Women are way too much work for too little reward Dave. I discovered a while back that I could get a guy to give me terrific sex with no strings and no hassle. ‘Wham bam, thank you Sam’ and that’s the last you hear of him..”

“A guy? You’d have sex with a guy? I whispered not wanting others to hear,

“Dave, did you ever have a jack off buddy when you were young”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact I did.”

“Did he ever touch your cock? Did you ever touch his?” he asked.

“Uh…yeah…I guess we both did.” I said quietly

“Did either or both of you cum, did it feel good?”

“Well yeah…that’s why we did it.” I said.

“Well Dave, you’ve had sex with a guy too.”

“Oh but…er…we…were just…” I stammered to a stop.

“Kids or men, what’s the difference Dave?”

“Uh…what do you do with a guy Jim?”

“It depends on the guy Dave. Some just want to give you a blow job, swallow your jizz and be gone. Some like to feel your body, kiss if you’ll let them, some eat out your ass and some love to be fucked in their ass. You would not believe how tight and hot a man’s ass is, Dave. Better that any pussy I’ve ever been in for sure.”

“Damn…that’s just too weird Jim. I don’t think I could do that” I said.

“One quick question Dave. Is your cock hard right now?”

“Hmm…I guess it is…I see what you mean. I probably could do it, huh?”

“I’d bet on it David”

I had been so caught up in what he was saying I hadn’t realized that his leg was fully against mine from the thigh to the calf, pressing lightly but firmly. I looked into his eyes.

“Jim are you hitting on me, wanting to have sex with me?” I whispered again not wanting anyone but him to hear.

“Well David, I guess that I am. I really don’t want to embarrass you or for you to think I thought you would be willing. It’s just that in our talking about it, I’ve gotten hard as stone thinking about being in bed with you. Touching your body, making you cum.”

“Okay…uh…thanks for being honest. I remember the excitement and how I felt as a kid and being with my friend that way. I liked the feeling I had when I ejaculated in his mouth. I did it too, reciprocated I mean. It was exciting.”

“Yes I remember too.” Jim added.

I looked at Jim for a long moment. I knew that I was going to give in, I’ll let him get me off. There’s a good bit of truth in what he said about too much work for too little reward with women you didn’t hire for sex. There wasn’t much fun in that either.

“It’s dinner time Jim, would you join me for dinner and then we can talk about whose room we’re going to after we eat.” I was smiling at him.

“You bet. Let’s eat.” Jim was beaming a brilliant smile my way.

At that moment I realized that he was a very handsome man. I don’t remember thinking of how he looked at anytime we were talking.

We asked the barman for menus and placed our orders to be eaten in the main dining room. About halfway through the next drink we were called to the dining room and we were escorted to our table by a good looking young man in his early twenties, he too had a brilliant smile.

Seated at our table we talked more, Jim lives in Chicago, his family is in Milwaukee. We chatted about our jobs, movies, football and soon we were paying our check and back in the lobby.

This was awkward for me, I didn’t have a clue as to what to say or do. Jim pulled a coin from his pocket, flipped it in the air and caught it in air and covered it with his hand.

“Heads your room, tails mine, okay?” he asked.

“Sure.” I said hesitantly Jim raised the back of his hand and peeked without letting me see. I laughed and told him to show it.

He uncovered the coin and held it out for me to see. “Heads…you lead the way David.”

As we rode up to the 15th floor I became more and more apprehensive about this. As soon as we were in the room, Jim called room service and had a bottle of Dewars sent up with a bucket of ice. We sat at the table with the TV on and chatted a bit until the bellman arrived with the booze.

While Jim put the ice in our glasses I brought in a cup of water from the bathroom, poured two fingers of scotch into each glass and added the water. We lifted our glasses and Jim clinked his against mine.

“Here to new adventures David”

“Cheers” I added as I chugged the entire drink at once and immediately poured another.

“Jim…I’d like some ground rules here, okay. I’m willing to try this but if I say stop, I really want you to stop. Understood?”

“Of course David, I would never force you into doing anything you don’t want to do. I promise to stop when you say to.”

‘Uh…I don’t know what we’re supposed to do” I said.

Jim turned on the bathroom lights and pulled the door partially closed. and put the TV on a easy listening music station and turned off the lights in the room. He walked over to me and started unbuttoning my shirt, then he loosened my belt. I reached for him and started doing the same. After I unbuckled his belt I hesitantly lowered his zipper as it reached it’s end I felt a hardness behind it. I looked up into his eyes, surprised.

Jim carefully finished undressing me and I lay on the bed in my shorts only. As soon as he was down to his shorts he got on the bed , laying on his side and put a hand on my chest. He looked to me and asked…

“You doing okay so far Dave?”

“Fine so far. You sure have a lot of hair on your body. I like it, my Dad was hairy like you.” I said.

Jim raised his leg up atop mine and lay his chest onto my side and began moving his hand on my chest. When he touched my nipple I squirmed, when he pinched it lightly I moaned, when he leaned over and took it in his mouth I went wild on the bed, thrashing about and pushing my chest up for him to chew on it more. While he was working my nip with his mouth, his hand rubbed down my body and he cupped my hard cock through my briefs and squeezed hard. I moaned loudly at that. Having a strange hand grab my hard cock was thrilling.

He moved and his lips were now on my neck, kissing softly. His lips at my neck and his hairy body rubbing against my body was very erotic. My cock was so hard it ached. The way that he was snuggled up against me was comforting, I was a bit surprised when I realized that I had my arm around him holding him close against me.

Jim’s lips and tongue found my ear and had me panting and moaning as he tongued my ear and kissed my neck softly, I was surprised when his lips touched my closed eyelid, that felt very good, then he kissed the other. As he moved I felt his breath on my face, his lips were only a millimeter away from touching my lips. When I did not respond he moved on and began kissing his way down my body.

Finally I reached out and my hand found his crotch and I groped his cock, holding on tightly. It felt wonderful in my hand, even through his shorts. He brought his head back up to my chest and looked into my eyes.

“Your hand feels so good holding my cock, feel it throbbing at your touch?”

“Yes, it feels so good. I’ve forgotten how different another cock feels in my hand”

I let go and slid my hand into the waistband of his shorts and continued down and took his cock in my bare hand. His cock and balls were warm and touching them was electric, it felt so good. Jim began tugging at my shorts, I raised my butt and he slid them off and threw them onto the floor.

Jim moved and got between my legs, I watched him reach and cup my balls with one hand and he slowly jacked my cock with the other. All the while he was looking into my eyes.

“Mmm David, you have a very nice body so slim and so very sexy. Your cock is so big around I can hardly get my fingers around it. Please don’t get uptight, I’m going to put my face closer so I can smell your musk, that scent that’s yours alone. Mmm you smell good David….please spread your legs a bit wider….there now.”

I did as he asked and he sucked and lapped at the place where my leg joins my body, it was a bit ticklish, but it felt so good too. I closed my eyes and my hands caressed his head and hair as he lay there licking at my crotch. I felt his head look up then the most wonderful feeling engulfed my cock as he slowly took it deep into his moist mouth. I groaned and he continued sucking more and more of me into his mouth and throat. Finally his nose was buried in my crotch hair and he ground hard wanting more of me. He roughly shook his head back and forth and gobbled at my cock like he could eat me up.

As he started his bobbing rhythm I started moving my hips meeting his downward bobs with an upthrust of my hips, grinding more cock into his throat. Jim got into a fantastic rhythm moving up and down faster and faster. I felt my balls rising up and I told him I was getting close which only spurred him on faster. I began to thrash about.

“Jim…oh man…I’m gonna nut dude…I’m really close… pull off now or I’m gonna nut in your mouth Jim….JIM…OH MIGOD…OH…NOW…I’M CUMMING…GAWD…OH…OH…OH…Jim…Man…whew…Jim.”

I pulled him up and wrapped an arm around him holding him against my chest.

“Oh Man, Jim…now I know what you mean…that was something…no woman would ever do it like you did…fucking fantastic dude.”

I bent my head and could just reach his forehead with my lips. I kissed him there.

“Jim, that was special. Give me a few minutes here, I can’t remember ever cumming so hard. You did that well, Jim. WOW! I’ve had quite a few blow jobs Jim, all from women and nothing ever felt like that.”

Jim looked up at me. “There now, that wasn’t so bad, it didn’t hurt a bit, did it?”

“Too bad you’re leaving tomorrow David, there’s a lot more I could show you that feels so much better than a blow job.”

“I like to find out but I have to be in Memphis Wednesday. One thing is for sure Jim, I won’t soon forget you and what you did. Now I’m going to try and see how much of that I can do to you. I want to try, you made me feel so good, I hope I can make it good for you too.”

I moved between Jim’s hairy legs and my cock was rock hard again. It was sexy looking at him lying there before me. I held his balls and jacked his cock like he had done to me. When I bent to smell his musk it was like a kick in the gut. His aroma made me horny, I opened wide and took his cock into my mouth. My mouth closed and I ran my tongue around under his cock. I liked the way his cock filled my mouth, the way it tasted and that scent at his crotch drove me wild.

I bobbed faster and faster, I heard him cry out….’your teeth, watch your teeth’…I covered them with my lips and opened as wide as I could. Jim began fucking my mouth. Holding him tight I pushed hard and his cock went into my throat. He moaned loudly and I ground against him, all of his fat cock down my throat. I heard him growl.

“DAVE…ungh…NOW…It’s cumming…NOW…OH MIGOD…SUCK ME…DAVID!”

I couldn’t swallow it all, it seeped out the corners of my mouth and he just kept cumming. When his ejaculation stopped, I could taste his cum on my tongue and lip. I wasn’t repulsed and I sort of liked the taste of him. When he collapsed he was completely limp except for the seven or so inches of him still in my mouth. That part I nursed and gently sucked and tongued as it slowly returned to its flaccid state.

I don’t know how long we lay there but when I felt Jim move I moved back up to look at him. He gave me a weak little smile and exhaled loudly. He said only one word.

“WOW!”

I don’t have a clue why I did it but I inched my face closer and I kissed his lips, I felt his tongue begging for entry and opened my mouth to the most shocking, moving feeling of the night for me. Kissing him was the most sensual thing I have ever felt. I was rock hard again in seconds. We kept kissing, Jim wrapped his arms around me rubbing all that body hair against me. It seemed that it lasted for hours, when we finally pulled apart we both gasped for air and lay there just looking into the others eyes, I felt a twinge inside me. I still don’t know what that was. But at that moment, that kiss was the best thing that I could remember ever happening to me.

I was stupefied, I couldn’t talk. I just pulled him close had held him tightly to me. He stretched his body and wrapped his arms around my neck again and kissed me again. Ten seconds into that kiss I ejaculated again covering both of us in my cum, without touching my cock. Jim kissed the cum out of me.

At three A.M. I woke and had to pee. I came back to bed with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned Jim. He stretched and smiled and reached for me. I turned him and spooned him to my chest and held him close to me. my lips at his neck, his round little butt cradled against my crotch. I can’t remember the last time I slept that good. We stirred and got out of bed at eight A.M., showered and dressed, Jim went to his room to change and I told him to meet me for coffee.

As he walked into the coffee shop he had a shy look about him, I rather liked it. He sat down and was quiet as he sipped his coffee. We looked at each other over our cups and finally I spoke.

“Chicago, huh?”

He grinned. “Yeah, I’m afraid so.”

“Jim, last night was an unimaginable surprise to me, amazingly fantastic. I want us to do that again. And soon.”

“Anytime David, anytime.”

We exchanged cell numbers and before we parted I asked him to come with me to the men’s room. Inside I pulled him into a stall and kissed him as hard and as long as we could. Panting again as we broke apart. He said…

“I’ll call you tonight. when I get home.”

“You’d better, I’ll be jamming up your message box if you don’t…Jim, there has to be more than just last night. Okay?

“Yes, I want more of you too.”

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear. We can work with the miles between us. That’s the easy part. I’ll see you soon, I promise. Meanwhile we can talk, hmm…how are you with Phone sex.”

“I guess we’ll find that out tonight. David.”

We parted at the hotel, Jim staying for another night then home to Chicago and me home to Memphis later on a 6pm flight. I’ve been distracted all day, thinking about my first adult homosexual encounter last night. We met in the hotel bar and somehow, after dinner and enough Scotch to loosen my inbred Southern inhibitions, we wound up in bed together doing the nasty! I wasn’t drunk and I knew exactly what I was doing. I was also well into my fifth month without sexual intercourse. My last time had been with a prostitute and I feared that I would have to resort to that again. After our conversation at the bar all I had expected from this guy last night was a blowjob.

Back in Junior High, my buddy Adam and I started jacking off together, not touching each other, just whacking off and sneaking glances at our buddy’s cock when he wasn’t looking. At 14 our cocks pretty much ruled our minds and bodies. I was beating off before school, at school in a restroom stall and I rushed home to do it again before my kid sister got in from her school.

Every time Adam and I were alone together we’d end up beating off. We’d been jacking each other for a few months, when one afternoon, without a word of warning, Adam leaned over and took my cock into his mouth. That did it for me right then. A cute guy like him sucking my cock was a turn on like no other! I was completely awed when he swallowed my jizz. He lay back on his pillow when he had finished.

Recovering quickly, I wasted no time in getting his longer, fatter cock in my mouth. I did everything I remembered Adam doing to me, when he warned me he was getting close, I worked harder trying to get more of him in my throat. This was just another step in our teen aged, evolving, sexual curiosity and development. We did this for two or three months before Adam started dating girls. Then before I realized what was happening, he was gone from my life. I saw him at lunch some days and we talked a bit, but we were never close again. Once he mentioned us having sex, and started warning me to never tell anyone, when I stopped him.

“We were just kids, Adam. I won’t tell because I did everything you did.”

So it’s been 17 years between my man to man sex encounters. More like boy to boy than man to man that first time. I began dating girls and soon learned that with a lot of heavy petting, kissing and feeling them up, most girls would rather give me a blow job than risk having intercourse and the possibility of pregnancy. That was just fine with me; I only wished that the girls could do it as well as Adam had back when we were kids.

Now, after last night with Jim, my mind is bouncing around like the silver ball in a pinball machine, one minute I preparing for a client meeting and the next second an image of Jim’s tight, hairy body with me lying between his legs sucking his cock.

As I sit in a restaurant waiting on my client to meet me for lunch, last night with Jim keeps flashing through my mind. Somehow, strange as it was, it all seemed natural to me. I feel no remorse nor any regret. I’d do it again right now if he were here.

It’s strange though that it isn’t the act of sex that fills my mind. It’s Jim that does that, I think about how his fine, furry body felt against me, the thrill I felt with his fat cock in my hand, his handsome face. When I really think about the act, what we did, I get erect and hard as stone. Today, my head cleared of alcohol and my mind filled with the newness of what has transpired between us, I couldn’t think of anything that would keep me from going to bed with him again…and the sooner the better for me!

It wasn’t the ball draining orgasms that occupied my thoughts, it’s Jim the man, that’s been on my mind all day since our parting kiss in the men’s room. I just want to know more about him. The way his naked body feels against me, the way I feel with him, naked and in my arms…that is a main attraction now. The intimacy I felt lying naked, with his firm, hairy body molded against is what occupies my thoughts.

I’ve been with several women sexually since my divorce but I’ve never felt the intimacy I felt with Jim, that’s what I missed most, the connection and intimacy shared by lovers. What we’ve shared completely shattered the taboos I’ve heard all my life. Be that as it may, the feel of his hard, muscular and very hairy body entwined with mine as we made love followed by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, shook me to the core.

Faced with my very real enthusiasm for what has transpired over the past few hours, I’m convinced that I must have buried my homosexual desires since Adam reacted so strongly against the very thing he initiated, back when we were in High School.

The fact that I enjoyed my time with Jim and what we did together, forces me to admit that I am, at the very least, a bi-sexual man.  For right now, that’s as far as I want to go in this self analysis, but I haven’t thought about a woman sexually since I met Jim.  At this moment if I had the choice of taking either a beautiful woman to bed or to make love with Jimmy again, right this minute, it would be Jim hands down, for whatever reasons lurk in my nasty little mind, his hunky, furry little body drives me crazy, I’ve had the best sex of my life with him and the man scent at his crotch has become my newest addiction.   Already I’m hard and leaking just thinking of him.

Since we parted this morning, I’ve thought about the ‘switch’ from straight to gay a good bit.  I even started a Pro & Con list while waiting for my next appointments.   My straight sex life has been almost non existent, no dates in nearly six months.   I do however have a world class collection of ‘Straight Porn’ as a result of my dating inactivity.

Sometime ago I was thinking about my predicament and came to the conclusion that my hand and my porn collection were much preferable to my ex-wife.   The constant carping, bitching and sexual deprivation she used to get her way; for her sex was a tool that she used to get what she wanted. Sandra had no appreciation for a moment of silence, quiet reflection or introspection. She saw every lull in any conversation as her opportunity to talk about any and everything as long as it pertained to her. While I blame my job for ruining the marriage, I’ve come to believe that our divorce was a good thing.

After abandoning the pro & con list, I tried to think of situations where introducing my gay partner would embarrass or trouble me.  Honestly there aren’t any I’ve thought of.  As for family, I have a brother, two years older than me, he’s recently divorced, caught at a motel by the wife’s private detective; photographs verified the affair.  Now he’s paying the mortgage and support payments for my two nieces along with her alimony.   I’m sure things are strained with him at the moment, we were really close when we were younger, he always let me tag along after him, but we not as close these days.

When Dan went to Junior High I became his little brother ‘the Pest’, I missed him so much I cried myself to sleep many nights back then.  My kid sister who was two years younger than me, ran off with a drug addict when she was 18,   they both died the same night, overdosed on heroin. She was only 19 when she died.

Since last night, I’ve wanted to hold Jim against me again, to kiss him and to sleep spooned to his back.   Kissing Jim really threw me a curveball. The pure maleness of a man kissing another man, tongues battling, the animalistic, raw lust that his tongue probing my mouth ignited, overwhelmed me.  I like everything we did and wanted more of it, now.

I found myself wondering if I could live my life with a man as my partner. I’ve never considered the possibility, but after last night and today, it is something that I am certain I will need to decide and very soon. I really don’t think that will be an issue. IF I can accept the fact that I am a gay man and willing live together with a man as my partner and lover.

I finished my appointments a bit after 5 pm and rushed to get to the airport and my flight home to Memphis.  A thunderstorm with horrific lightning, lasting for more than an hour, delayed my flight, it was after 9pm when I opened the door of my condo in Memphis. The place was dark and stuffy with the AC thermostat set to come on at 90° when I’m away for extended periods.

In the dim light of the kitchen lamp I saw the insistent blinking light on the answering machine.   I hit the play button and I heard ‘you have eleven new messages.  I picked up a notepad and pen for phone numbers if needed.  I listened as my boss wanted a recap of my trip, one of the Charlotte clients called to thank me for personally coming to his aid. One message from my dentist, a couple of hang ups and three messages from Jim.

His message started out nice, saying what a good time he had with me, by the time I heard the last one he was down to just ‘call me David.’ Smiling I dialed his number.  He answered on the second ring.

“Jim!  It’s David. I just got home, there was a 90 minute flight delay for a bad thunderstorm, I’ve only been home about 5 minutes.  How are you tonight?”

“I’ve been wondering all day if you were a dream or are real.   I’ve got body parts that tell me you are very, very real.  I wish you were here David, I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve slept so soundly and rested so well as I did with you.

“I know, me too. So, Jim, it’s Thursday evening, what are your plans for the weekend?”

“Just the same old routine, clean the apartment, do laundry, go to the market, pick up the dry cleaning and all the while I’m doing those things I’ll be wishing I was there with you.”

“Oops, a call’s coming in, aw shit! It’s my boss, I’ll call you back, a.s.a.p.  He wants a briefing on my trip.”

I did a ten minute song and dance for the boss and took tomorrow off. I told him I was about burned out.

“David, take a week or two off.  God knows you’ve enough time built up.”

“You talked me into it boss.   Are you okay with me not taking my phone?”

“NO! I AM NOT!  Take your phone with you David.”

“Darn, can’t blame a guy for trying, but thanks bossman, I need some time off right now.” I laughed.

I dialed Jim back as soon as I could.

“It’s me again.  The boss told me to take a week off to regroup.  I’m thinking I haven’t been to Chicago in ages, are you okay with me coming to visit you tomorrow?

“What!  Uh yes but,  if you’re really serious then it’s HELL YES!   You’re coming here for real?

“Yes I am.   I’ll call you for an address when the plane lands.   Promise me that you’ll keep it low key, just hang out and see how we get along out of bed.  Not to imply that we won’t spend a lot of time in bed cause we will be doing a lot of that I hope.”

Now, meanwhile, I’m going online to make a flight reservation, then make a sandwich and go to bed.  I hope I can dream about this guy that seduced me last night,  I’ll call first thing in the morning Jim.   Sweet Dreams!”

“Sweet dreams to you David. Jeez!  You’re really coming to see me?”

“YES.  Don’t worry about showing me the sights, we’ll just hang out and get to know each other a bit. Okay!

“Sure, that sounds just about perfect,  quick, what’s your favorite breakfast?” Jim asked.

“You’ll never find Tennessee Country Ham with scrambled eggs, fried apples, Cat Head biscuits and Red Eye Gravy in Chicago.  My Gran always made it for me every time I visited with her.   We’ll do that when I have you here in Memphis.  We can go for brunch Saturday, I have a ‘thing’ for Eggs Benedict, if we ever leave your bed then you can feed me Eggs Benedict.  Uh, food wise I’m flexible, oatmeal and toast would be a feast if I’m eating with you.  You really make me hot Jimmy, the things you did to me.”

“Yeah, that horny feeling is mutual for sure!   A weekend in bed should tell the tale about us getting along.  I’ve heard there’s more to life than sex, but if memory serves, it was a 45 year old virgin who said it.” Jim added.

Our conversation became little more than whispers and moans as we took great pain to explicitly state every little thing we intended to do to the other.  I lay naked atop the bed covers and covered my torso with my semen as Jim and I climaxed, just talking on the phone while our hands provided our release.  We managed to get off nearly at the same instant. Jim blew his nut about two heartbeats before me.

“I’m coming to be with you. I need to get to know a lot more about Jim Bouten”

“Jeez David, I can hardly believe that you’re really coming here, wow!

After ending our call, I hit the shower and cleaned up my mess from the phone call, after that phone session I can hardly wait to get to Chicago, even masturbation is more intense with Jim!   I looked in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and a Klondike Bar from the freezer.  No sandwich tonight.  I went to the computer and booked myself on a 9:15am flight to Chicago-Midway airport.

When I thought to check my messages the next morning, I had already had two texts from Jim, one inquiring about my arrival and the other asked if I would mind having him bathe my body with his tongue.   I sent him my arrival info and told him precisely where he could stick that tongue once we are in his bedroom.  My cock has been semi-hard all morning just thinking about the what I expect to happen over the course of this weekend.   I can’t even remember the last time I had sex two nights in a row.

I repacked my carryall, fresh underwear, tees, shorts to lounge around his place in, Jeans and boardshorts for going out.  I wore a old pair of 501’s I’ve had since I was in college, they fit like a second skin, the knees, crotch and rear pockets all were faded and worn to a much lighter shade but there were no holes in them as yet.  With the jeans I wore a starched, white button down collar shirt, Bass Weejuns, a camel tan Suede Sport Jacket and my Aviator Ray-Bans, I added more shirts and jeans to go along with my ever present dark suit and tie.

Killing time waiting for my cab to take me to the airport, I glanced through the mail, glad to find that there was nothing that couldn’t wait. I heard a car horn and I looked out to see my cab was here.  Grabbing my things, I ran down the steps and off the the airport.  All was going smoothly so far, my flight would leave on time. I sent off a text message to Jim when we got the call to board.

After deplaning at Midway Airport I went straight to baggage pick up and caught my bag on the second time around, put the strap over my shoulder and picked up my carry all when there was a tap on my shoulder.  I turned to see Jim smiling at me.

“Need a ride stranger?”

Jim stood there wearing the most welcome smile I can remember, I threw an arm over his shoulder and hugged him to me. I nuzzled into his neck. He wore jeans as well, a kelly green sweater lucked into the jeans and a worn bomber jacket that stopped at his waist giving the world  sight of what I considered to be the perfect bubble butt.  I was already getting hard and we’re not out of baggage claims yet.

“Jeez Jimmy, you smell so good. Hey, what a surprise!  I was going to get a cab to your door, but I’m sure glad you’re here.”

Jim blushed a bit and looked down.

“I didn’t want to wait, plus it gives us a little more time together.  Geez, I can hardly believe you’re here. Ooooh,  you looked great in a suit David, but Damn!  Seeing you in those Jeans, is a sight to remember, I’ll be the envy of men and women alike with you beside me.  Were you this handsome in when we were Charlotte?”

“I’m just really turned on to see you.   It’s been a long time since I spent more than a few hours with a date.  We’ve got a few days if you can put up with me that long Jimmy!”

It seemed like I got my seatbelt adjusted and fastened and we were at Jim’s apartment.  When we got out of his car he invited me in.

“Come on in, we can get your bags in later, you won’t need clothes for what I have in mind for our immediate future.”

Inside, his arms were around my neck before the door closed.  This kiss was very different from the one in the bathroom stall right before we parted in Charlotte.  That kiss was still all lust. Now it’s more than lust, at least it is for me.  This kiss was gentle, loving and so full of emotion that I was a bit confused at first.  Then I realized I was the same way as Jim, we knew that there was no frantic need to climax, now we could take our time and enjoy a each other, and share more  intimate moments together.

Holding him slightly off the floor with my hug I savored the taste of him, our tenderness and caring was pervading the room.  When we broke the kiss,  Jim lay his head on my chest and sighed.

“Mmm welcome to Chicago David Crandall, you seem to be too good to be true, but I know you’re the real deal.  You really have surprised me, I feared that we would ever meet again much less you flying here so soon.”

“I told you I wanted see more of you.  Our night together in Charlotte showed possibilities that I had never considered, we’re pretty darn good in the sack, if we get along as well out of bed as we do in bed this could be something special Jim.”

“Damn!  My manners!  Can I get you a drink, something drink or to eat.” Jim asked.

“Yes you can Jimmy, I have this protein deficiency that I need your help with.  You want me on my knees here or in the bedroom?”

Before he could answer I had his jeans unbuttoned and pulled them to the floor, his hard cock bounced around in wide arcs after being freed from it’s denim prison.  I saw a clear pearl gather and grow at his slit,  Pulling his cock down, I swallowed all I could in one gulp.  By the third head bob I had all of him deep inside me. 

His orgasm happened fairly quickly, it seemed that just a minute or so passed by when he’s showered my tonsils with his semen.  Right on cue with my thoughts, Jim froze with his cock deep into my throat, I put my arms around his hairy little butt and pulled him in deeper as he filled me with volley after volley of his semen.  It came so fast I couldn’t keep up, some dribbled from my mouth as I tried to take all of him.  He shot his load down my throat, his body bent over, cradling my head with his chest and arms, his hands caressing my neck and face while his hips and engorged cock are jack hammering  in my throat. I try and keep him from falling.  Thank fully I don’t have a gag reflex, I can suck him deeply.

When Jim’s breathing calmed I stood and picked him up in my arms and carried him down the short hall to the room he indicated and we lay on the bed.  I was on my back and Jim lay on his side, covering half of me with his furry body.  We he looked up to me,  I leaned in and kissed him again.  During that kiss his hand took my cock and slowly rubbed round the head, sliding down the shaft, then up again.

Without a warning,  Jim was up and straddling my hips, my fingers twirled through his chest hair and found the hard nubs of his nipples buried in the thick, dark mat of chest hair.   I studied his face.  How can he can go from a complete stranger to this handsome man whose presence I suddenly seem to need, after all, I’ve flown 800 miles to be with him.  I’ve never done anything like this for a woman.   I snapped back to the present as he pinched my nipples hard.

Jim’s thumbs and forefingers on both hands were rolling and pinching my nips, making me moan and thrash about.  I began playing with the silky hair on his chest again, Jim leaned down to kiss me and I felt him place my hard cock at his opening.   Once positioned, he pushed back enough to let me know this is what he wanted.

“You sure Jim? I’ve never done this,  anal sex I mean.”

“You’ll do just fine. Kiss me, David, kiss me!”

Somewhere during that kiss I felt Jim gasp and suck in air between our lips.  I was inside him.  Instinctively I knew to be still.   Jeez, I’ve no monster cock but I imagine that it would hurt like hell pushed up my butt.  I kissed and talked with Jim, asking him if I should pull out and he pulled me closer making more of my cock slide inside him.   When his mouth closed on my nipple I nearly bucked him off the bed. My nips seemed even more sensitive than at our first meeting.

Jim sat up, letting up, more of my cock ease into him. I closed my eyes and savored these new feelings gathered just under the head of my penis.  I shuddered and felt goose-flesh run over my body. These sensations that are bombarding me, one after the other, the tingling, tickling feelings just under my cock glans are maddening. I have no control, it’s Jim’s ride to finish

I raised up a bit and pulled him to me, Jim delivered a soul searing kiss, with his tongue in my mouth my body was wracked with chills and tremors.  His responses to my kisses and playing with his big fat cock completely jangled what few nerves I have left unfrayed.

Jim is an expert at keeping me just at the edge of orgasm, just when I start to moan he backs off and moves to another part of my body to work me into a frenzy all over again.  He loves stretching my testicles, making me moan and groan.  I need to fuck him.  I’m begging him to let me fuck him, I’m about ready to bust my biggest nut ever judging by the aching in my testicles and penis.

Jim began circling his hips, working my stiff cock with his insatiable ass. He rode me hard and in seconds I was moaning and grabbing fistfuls of bed covers.  Technically, it was my cock deep inside Jim’s beautiful butt, but there was absolutely no doubt about who was fucking who. I pressed my hips upward and let his have his way with me.

He’s soft like velvet inside, and so frigging hot!  His body temp feels like it is 200 degrees. I knew already  that Anal sex would play a very large part in any relationship with a man, now I know why.  I watched Jim’s face register his emotions as he flashed from pain to pleasure then into rapture.  We were both caught up in the emotions of the moment; Jim was at that place where the only thing that mattered is the cock inside him, he needed it to be deeper, harder and faster!  Jimmy rode my cock hard.  I could only push up, grinding against his pelvis. His pleasure showed in his eyes, he was past any sort of pain, the look on his face makes me wonder how good this really feels.  I arched my back and thrust my hips hard against him.

“David, lets turn over, please.  I want to watch your face when we reach our orgasm, Ooooo Dave, for your first time you sure know how to make me feel good. Oohh!  Your cock,  I’m so full of you.”

I rose up onto my knees and took his legs in my hands, holding them wide spread and out of our way.  Jimm stuffed a couple of pillows under his butt as I slowly slide deep into him again.   Jim is pulling on the backs of my thighs, wanting my cock deeper.  Our eyes were locked in a lustful stare as he slowly strokes his aching cock, I began long dicking his hairy butt and thinking that this is the best sex ever!  Our eyes never once wavered, from the time I started my rhythm to the near heart stopping orgasm.  I just can’t get enough of this man!

Maybe it’s just lust, but plugging Jim’s furry little butt brought me to the hardest, most debilitating orgasm of my life.  Jim’s eyes were glazed, he was lost to the sensations in his anal canal, his eyes rolled back and he was gone, nothing mattered in his world now but my cock churning inside him giving him a pleasure like no other.

He started meeting my deep thrusts with his own and we were grinding hard against each other every time I plunged deep inside him. He began to pick up the pace, circling and grinding his butt on my rigid, stone hard cock inside him.  All the while he jerked on his cock furiously as we both raced to orgasm.    Each time I tweaked his prostate, a low guttural growl came from deep within him and he rode me harder, his hips a blur as we scratched at the itch deep down in his bowels.  Pre-come coated his shaft, flowing in an almost steady stream.  Bending down I licked his corona clean, then deep throated his cock before surrendering to his ass. He flexed and squeezed his bowels massaging my hard cock inside him, thrilling us both with delicious feelings and emotions.

We were dripping with sweat, our soft and gentle lovemaking has evolved into a hard rutting fucking hard, like animals.   Pure lust! Primal instinct! Every thrust I made inside him sent chills over his skin, I leaned close, chest to chest against him, and we kissed while he rode my hard cock. He bucked, he thrust, he gyrated and rolled his hips from side to side, his ankles locked around my waist and he began to pull me deeper each time he ground against me.   I felt a another shudder pass through his body.

There was no warning, its time!  One minute I’m fucking him as deep as I can and the next we’re lost into our orgasm, semen spraying from each of us, my second unbelievable orgasm in less that five minutes.

Jim and I lay in a heap, sweat drenched and drained of every ounce of energy in our bodies. There were no words yet, our gasping for air was the only sound, we would both slip into sleep before we could talk again.

When I woke I had an arm around Jim, his head lay on my chest, his lips just at the nub of my nipple, his hair is plastered to his forehead from the sweat, and a peaceful, contented look on his handsome face.  I smiled and hugged him closer and bent to kiss the top of his sleeping head.

Lying together like this, him sleeping contentedly on my chest, his body molded to mine, makes me know that I don’t want to sleep alone any longer.   I don’t want to live alone any longer.   I need to love and be loved.   Jimmy seems to be the perfect candidate for filling both my physical and emotional needs.  I haven’t a clue, how all this happened, over the years I’ve struck up conversations with hundreds of strangers, in bars, on planes, or trains on every business trip, I’ve even been blind running drunk with some of them, but until two nights ago I’d never wound up in bed with any of them them.

Everything I had been taught or heard about homosexuality suddenly seemed silly, I’ve been told it’s a sin and an abomination against God.   But if that is so, then why would God let this feel so right if it’s wrong?   I don’t mean the sex part now either, I’m talking about the feelings I have lying here now with my arm around Jim and him sleeping on my chest. I’m contented, even a bit possessive toward him, in some ways I’m already thinking of him as mine!  And now, just in these past few hours, there are new feelings toward Jimmy, friendship, a deepening care for him and his well being, and this almost giddy feeling I get at the strangest times.

I drifted off to sleep again and woke later with Jim cradling my balls while nibbling at my ear.    Jim had three fingers well lubed and slowly put them inside me and with his other hand, gently cradled and tugged at my testicles. It began to feel good and I moaned and writhed about. Jimmy twisted his hand inside me and he touched a spot that made me shout out. It wasn’t pain at all but an indescribable pleasure. He stroked the gland again.

“Ohmigod  ..OH!..Ooooo…Jim…slow down. Oh shit…holy freaking shit!!! Jim…stop or I’ll cum! AWW FUCK! I can’t stop it…JIM!!!”

That nut was Epic! Once he saw that I wouldn’t stop, his fingers stroked and poked my prostate until I was babbling incoherently…then he pulled his fingers out of me.

“That’s just a little taste and tease David. Now, with your permission, I plan on fucking your beautiful butt raw after I’ve eaten my fill. Your ass is mine tonight David. All mine!”

“I’ll try…I can’t promise that I can do it Jimmy, but I do want to try. I saw that look on your face. I want to feel that too!”

Jim jumped out of bed and tugged at me until we were in the shower, despite the ‘epic nut’ of three minutes ago, my cock was trying to rise from the dead. Most likely it’s Jim’s great body, all that silky hair, everywhere except the shaved places like his smooth as velvet testicles and inside his butt crack. (Mmmm…the better to taste you my dear…said the big bad wolf!)

After our shower we went to breakfast about five or six miles from his apartment. As we eased into a parking space I was really skeptical. This looked like a really bad ass, hole in the wall, dive of a place. Jim gave me a reassuring look. Once seated I looked around, this place was old, dark and dingy. Jim said that it doesn’t look like much but the food is always perfect. A server appeared and I was expecting a menu when he placed a plate before me and refilled our coffee cups.

I really didn’t believe my eyes, but my nose told me it was true. In Downtown Chicago, Jim was feeding me Tennessee Country Ham with scrambled eggs, fried Granny Smith apples, Cathead biscuits and what looked to be perfect Red Eye Gravy!

I was truly surprised and touched that he would actually seek this place out just to please me. I could only smile at him for a moment…that bubble in the throat feeling when something really moves you, it hurts but feels so good too. When I could talk I reached across the table and touched his hand.

“Thank you Jimmy! How on earth did you find this place?”

I was cutting my Ham while he told me about how easy it was to find. He called the Italian restaurant where he eats most of his meals and told them what he wanted and they directed him to this place.

I made a pig of myself, the Ham and Red Eye Gravy were wonderfully prepared. On one of the Server’s visits to our table I ordered four Ham and Biscuits to take home with us for later. We chatted a bit as we ate. Mostly about how fantastic this ‘thing’ between us is. I get absolutely goofy sometimes thinking about him. He’s occupied most all of my brain these past few days and unbelievable nights.

I watched Jim take his first bite of the Ham. His eyes went wide from the shocking salty taste. I suggested that he take a bite of the apples first and the eggs, his pained expression turn into grateful smile. He hesitated again with the Red Eye gravy on a biscuit, but grabbed a bite of apples as insurance. He surprised me by eating all his food. At the checkout I was raving on and on about how wonderful the food was and how surprised I was to find it here. I asked the cashier to give my compliments to the Cook, the Country Ham breakfast was perfect.

Stopping at a neighborhood market, we bought Oranges, Bananas, Grapes and Strawberries to have for snacks. I suggested we swing by the liquor store and Jim told me he has plenty of Dewar’s as well as Bourbon and Gin. We were in and out of a couple of stores, and back to his place a bit after two o’clock, with food and three large bottles of Ultra Glide.

We put away the food and retrieved my clothes from his car; after getting things put away we changed into tees and shorts to watch the Friday night movie. Jim was Channel surfing at light speed. He stopped on Mel Brooks’ “Young Frankenstein”.

We settled in on the sofa, with me spooning up to Jimmy. I really did like lying here holding him against me. I felt a contentment I’ve never known before. In less than ten minutes we were prone on the sofa making out like we would never get to do this again. Jim picked up a remote and started the music. He had CD of instrumentals, and a couple Barry White CD’s thrown in to get the lovin’ started.

Jim picked up right where he left earlier this morning and pushed two fingers coated with lube into my butt, in just a few minutes he had four fingers and part of his hand dodging in and out of my ass. My body language told him all he needed to know. I was ready for Jimmy to fuck me. Really, after the feelings his fingers and hand stirred in me I sort of need him to fuck me. I need to know if I can manage this part, this is could be a deal breaker if I can’t do it, who’d want just a top? I willed myself to do this, I really want to please him. I remember watching his face as I entered him; I want to feel that pleasure I saw in his face.

We were in mid kiss when I roared into Jim’s’ mouth, his steady pressure pushing at my opening finally coaxed my sphincter to ease up and his cock plunged halfway inside me. I was trying to climb off his hard cock in my ass, it hurt like nothing I’ve ever known before, but Jim was kissing me and whispering sweet nothings to me. When he clamped down on my nipple with his teeth I moaned and my whole body shuddered as his entire cock probed deep into my bowels.

Quickly, all the pain was all left back at my sphincter. Down, deep inside, Jim’s cock stoked a new fire in me. Ohmigod…he fills me so full. I just don’t know the words to describe these feelings in my body. Now, its me with chills and shudders running all over me. Jim has begun longer strokes, the friction of his cock in my ass quickly became the only thing in my world right then.

“Yeah…babe…bang that prostate. Stroke it…oooo Jimmy…look at all the pre cum!”

I took my cock and began stroking rapidly, This nut was coming…and fast, no doubt about it. Jim was on his knees between my widely splayed legs, my butt propped up on a couple of pillows and best of all, I get to look at Jimmy, with all that sexy body hair, his eyes locked with mine as he slowly and methodically plows my virgin no more, fuzzy butt.

Hey, I really like this! It’s funny the things that come to mind when doing something so private and personal. As I was slipping away to that place, I thought to myself that getting my butt fucked regularly was not going to be a problem. Whew! Nothing has ever felt like this. Ooo, so full, so good.

“Aww Jeesusss Jimmy. Do me baby, fuck it good. Aw Gawd…JIMMY!”

I chuckled to myself thinking that I have pretty much got to give this anal sex thing its props. Hell yeah! I can do this…Hmmm, Damn, this could become habit forming!

I was brought back from my daydreaming to the present as Jim found his rhythm. His steady, long strokes went from balls deep to my sphincter clamping down to keep him inside me. Goose-flesh, tremors and unbelievable sexual pleasures coursed through my body. There’s just something about the way my orgasm feels with a hard cock churning in my guts. Nothing else feels like that. Nothing!

Jim later told me that the moment I reached orgasm my body went crazy.

I had to have more, I seated my heels in his butt cheeks and pulled him hard against me. Both of us grinding our groins together, sucking Jim’s tongue and finally…that moment when we both exploded in a white hot orgasm that burned a trail from my testicles to my brain. That entire route throbbed and pulsed as we lay there gasping in air.

Some two hours after we descended from the heights of our sexual pleasure I could still feel the ache inside my butt and testicles too.

We grabbed a quick shower and went out for an afternoon walk and for Jim to show me his neighborhood. Later he drove us up to Oak Park where he had booked us on the afternoon Frank Lloyd Wright Tour. There are six buildings on the tour and it takes about three hours to see everything. I was really pumped, these buildings are so beautiful; it was a great surprise that Jim planned when he heard I was coming to visit.

The Country Ham breakfast, this tour, making love like we’ll never have another chance…Jim seems to intuitively know what I like. Already I’m comfortable with him and enjoy his company…okay…it’s way more than being comfortable with him. Hell, I crave being with him now. On our way back to his place Jim asked if there was anything that I wanted to see or do while I am here.

“I came to be with you Jimmy. I don’t care where we go or what we do as long as we’re together.” I said.

“I’m just afraid that you’ll get bored with being around me so much. Say, We could catch a Cubs game tomorrow afternoon.” He added.

“Relax Jim, we don’t have to fill our time together sightseeing. I’m still happiest lying naked in bed together after we’ve done the nasty. Lying in bed with your furry body molded against me is just the best feeling for me. With me not having any sort of regular sex schedule, I’ve grown out of the habit of being intimate with someone. It’s what I like best about us, we’ve shared things I’ve never dreamed of and this sex thing with us is completely off the charts…amazing!”

Jim turned to face me for just a moment. He had a strange look about him that I couldn’t quite figure out. Turning back to watch the streets ahead he chuckled under his breath.

“What planet are you from David? It’s almost like you’ve read my heart’s desire somehow. Cuddling after sex is my very favorite thing with you too. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

“Me either, that’s why I hopped on that plane and came here. I need to know if this is real or just overactive hormones. In a very short time you’ve shown me an alternative to the way I was existing, and I really like your way a lot!”

Uh…David…there’s something I need to tell you…I’m gay, and out to my friends and family. I’m not new at this, like you. I’ve been actively gay since college. When we met I don’t think it ever occurred to you that I was a gay man. I liked the way you look, and I started our conversation, eventually trying to convince you that sex with guys is safe, fun and can be no strings attached if that’s what you want. I just want you to know that I have a past, but that is all it is, my past. It’s the future that I’m anxious to live now that I’ve met you.”

Back at his place we dozed again, waking a little after six PM. After another shower we were having drinks on the balcony when Jim turned to me and asked if I had ever been to a gay bar.

I laughed. “Before we were married my ex-wife took me to BackStreet in Atlanta once, I had more hands grabbing at my ass and cock than I could fight off, just waiting on line to piss. It kinda freaked her out and we left right after. I liked to dance back in college but that seems like it was a couple of lifetimes ago now.”

“Aww…I was thinking maybe we could go out tonight and I could show you off to some of my friends.” Jim said with a little pouty expression.

“Jimmy…I’ll go anywhere you want me to. I’ll enjoy meeting your friends too”

“Really! We could stay just a bit, maybe an hour or so, then we can come back home and practice our love making for the rest of the night.”

“It’s a deal but I gotta wash my jeans, you know the ones I wore on the plane.”

“Oh yeah…the image of your butt and cock in those old jeans is burned onto my retinas. When you’re gone back to Memphis, I’ll picture you in them when I’m busting a nut dreaming about you.”

Jim fixed us a salad for dinner, with chicken, bacon, four cheeses, veggies, fruit and Olive oil, a bruschetta on Italian bread and a delicious Pinot noir. We lounged around, watching TV and making out. Finally I got up, I couldn’t take much more without release so I headed to the bath and put a cold washcloth on my face. Right now…all I want is us to be in his bed loving on each other.

Trying to ease my frustration, I cleaned up the dinner dishes, loaded and started the dishwasher. I took a long shower and slowly got dressed, I came out of the guest room where my clothes are and into Jim’s, just as he was getting ready for his shower, I was barefoot and bare chested, wearing only the jeans and a new Bike jockstrap under them.

“Holy Shit! Do you have any idea how sexy you are! I could blow a load just standing here looking at you. Damn David, you’re so freaking hot!… Yeow!

I walked to him and hugged him, when our bare torsos touched the electric shock wave started again. I pulled back to look at him without releasing the hug.

“You make me happy Jimmy!”

Jim went to his knees and wrapped his arms around my hips and mouthed my cock through the jeans. My erection filled the jeans and jockstrap, looking down at Jim mouthing me, I knew we had to go to bed right now, no way would we last until after the club.

“Oh…fuck, Jimmy! We have to make a decision babe, if we’re going out we gotta stop this cuddling and kissing, or you can just fuck me right now.”

The little devil glanced at the clock and then back to me and raised an eyebrow over a lascivious grin, I slowly pushed my jeans and jockstrap off my hips and stepped out of them where they lay on the floor. I lay back on the bed. Jim took care of my needs in short order, he grabbed my ankles while I guided his cock home. There’s still pain when he enters me but this time it quickly dissipated into awe and wonder once that cock of his is lodged down deep inside me.

This was a hurry up fuck, driven by our mutual need. No foreplay now, we rushed to get to that place where the ecstasy is. Getting fucked by Jimmy is my new favorite thing. I’ve learned so much these past few days, Jim knows when and where to touch, lick, suck and fuck. He plays my body like a fine violin when we make love, I can never get enough of him. I promised Jim that he’d get to bottom when we came back from the club. He reluctantly agreed and returned to the job at hand.

I know that many people confuse great sex with love. It’s just the way most of us are wired, when making love escalates to ‘Mind Blowing’ we tend to develop proprietary feelings toward that person. Each time we climax my feelings for Jim deepen. It’s the way we are after the orgasm that gets me. The feel of him against me, the way he makes me feel. This has just got to work out for us.

Jim rose and started tugging on me to get me into the shower, he wisely had me go first…and alone. After I was finished and was getting dressed he dashed into the shower then dressed for the club.

We arrived at Sidetracked over on N. Halsted at about 12:30 or so. Jim looked so good, he wore vintage 501’s and a plain white body shirt.

I felt my cock twitch as he walked back from the bar with more drinks. There’s no doubt about it, I’m queer for Jim Bouten, big time. The contrast of his tanned complexion with the tight, white muscle shirt, the dark hair on his arms, those super sexy curls spilling over the neck of his body shirt excite me. I was hard again just looking at him.

I moved behind him to hide my boner and to rub against his ass. Discretely he managed to push back against me while he introduced me two of his co-workers. After they had moved on Jim explained that they worked at the same company, they were always cordial but never were close friends and they didn’t socialize with the same groups. Without turning around Jim leaned to one side and turned his head to see me and said…

“Umm, is that hard cock of yours going to keep until we get back to the apartment or do I need to take you to the restroom and take care of you right now?”

“Jimmy, when you walked over here with our drinks I got hard just looking at you, I’m a changed man Jim, thanks to you. I can wait, I’m getting used to living with a hard cock when I’m with you.”

My conversion from a straight man, who had sex two or three times a year, into pretty much a gay man now, who has sex two and three times a day was almost done. Being with Jimmy now produces a proprietary feeling in me. I feel protective of him, like I’m responsible for him somehow. No, responsible is the wrong word. It’s more like caring for him, protecting him, wanting him to have everything he wants. I can only hope that it’s going to be only me he wants for a long, long time. Even as a kid, I didn’t share well.

I saw Jim wave at someone and in a moment there were three guys beside us, all fawning over Jimmy. He introduced me to each of them as ‘David, the Guy I’m dating.’

His friends are very nice, Kenny’s a tall lanky guy with a handsome babyface, he’ll probably be carded everywhere he goes until he’s forty! He’s a ‘Software Engineer’ in the same department as Jim. Kenny is a bit shy at first when meeting new people I learned. Oh yeah…did I mention that Kenny’s a Twink Dream? Think A&F models and you have Kenny’s type. Miguel is of Latin descent with dark straight hair, and more of an angular face than the generally oval latin features. Miguel is tall, somewhere over six feet, and there was not an ounce of fat on his body. I noticed his eyes traveling up and down my body several times in the short time they had been there. Every time our eyes met, he licked his lips.

Ollie’s the oldest of the group, very near my size but has a much better body than me. Oliver could literally make his muscles ripple, he wore a cutoff tee that showed the rounded, lower edge of his pectorals. Below the pecs, his abs looked like that old fashioned washboard that hung on the back porch at my Gran’s place. Ollie could ripple his eight pack abs at will it seemed. He kept doing it each time he spoke.

The three of them stood there while Jim relayed part of our story to them telling only that we met in Charlotte on business and my vacation gave us a long weekend together. Soon the three friends were looking over the crowd for possible scores for the evening. Ollie sidled over and leaned in to ask me if I would like to dance.

“Gee thanks Oliver, but I’m not much of a dancer and I really don’t want to leave Jim here for some stud to take away from me. His furry body makes me crazy. Tonight’s the first time we’ve been out together. I promise, you and I will dance the next time we’re here.”

“Cool…I get it…Jim’s the best…don’t you fuck him over or we’ll track you down. You’ll have to look hard and long to find a better friend or a better man than Jim Bouten.”

I held out my hand and we shook hands, I told him that I got his message loud and clear.

“I know how special he is Ollie, it’s too soon to say it, but the feelings are there already. I think I’m falling in love with him Ollie. I flew here just to be with him again. I know how special he is. I’ll be trying my best to convince him that I’m the guy for him.”

Ollies whole demeanor changed with the biggest, brightest smile anyone could imagine.

“That is really nice to hear. Jim deserves a good man to make him happy. Good for you David…Jeez man, the two of you would make beautiful babies.”

“Oh yeah? We sure do practice that a lot.” I said and I pulled Jim in front of me and put my hands on his waist, sliding the three middle fingers of each hand inside the waistband of his jeans on each side of his fly, I pulled him against me. I heard and felt the throbbing music from downstairs and we began to sway to the music, Jim felt my hardness and worked his butt against me blatantly!

Miguel leaned over to Jim and said that they were going to get more drinks and they’d catch up with us later. Jim smiled and told him we would be heading back to his place in just a few minutes, explaining that we only came out so that his friends could meet David.

“You guys keep your fingers crossed for me. This man is different. I’ve never met nor wanted anyone like I want David Crandall.” Jim told him.

Miguel kissed his cheek then turned to me, brushing our cheeks together lightly. He whispered in my ear,

“Don’t you hurt him.” he said as they headed to the bar.

I hugged Jimmy closer and bent to his ear.

“You have good friends Jimmy. Each of them warned me not to hurt you. Ollie told me I would have to look long and hard to find a better man than you. I agreed with him.”

Straightening up I thrust my hips forward and felt Jim push back on my hard cock. Playfully I hunched my cock against his rear a couple of times more. He turned and looked at me.

“Take me to bed David…let’s go home.”

In three minutes we were in a cab headed back to the apartment. We sat close but not against one another. I jumped when I felt Jim’s hand in my crotch. I quickly reached and took his hard cock in hand and we rode that way to his door. Outside, I threw $30 into the front seat and we ran up the steps to the door.

Inside, Jim hung one arm around my neck as we kissed and undressed at the same time. Our lust for each other was back, a frantic need to consume each other. I was first to the bed and lay face down hoping that Jim would lie on me, rub his fur all over me. I wanted him in me. I’ve thought of little else since that first time, I want his hot come filling my butt. I want him to fuck me into that place where his fat cock, deep inside me, is my whole world. There’s nothing but pleasure there in that magical place. Its so strange that something so foreign three days ago is now my favorite sexual activity.

Starting at my ear, Jim’s tongue felt like fire trailing down my body. When he reached my butt he started kissing and caressing me there. His tongue kept me squirming about on the bed until he took both hands and spread my cheeks apart, then buried his handsome face in my butt. His tongue penetrated my sphincter making me shout and moan. I raised up on my knees with my chest on the mattress. He had me wanting his cock inside me so badly. I begged and pleaded to him to fuck me now. I need you in me Jimmy. Now Babe, do me now.

“No fair! You promised that you would top me when we got back here.”

I flipped to my back and turned him as I rolled over. Once on my back I spread my legs wide, Jimmy knee walked up between my legs and took my ankles in each hand. I quickly reached for his throbbing cock and guided him to my anus. There was very little pain involved when he entered me this time. I don’t know what has changed or happened, but there was hardly any pain at all when Jim plunged his fat cock halfway in me.

I guess that when we want something so badly, like I want his cock deep inside me, that the pain just disappears. I grunted out loud, mostly from surprise, I cried out when his next thrust went all the way and we ground hard against each other. When we grind our pelvises together, there is this feeling that comes when I’m at the max, then this feeling that starts. One, maybe two more times grinding on each other like that would have made me cum.

Jim pulled back to my sphincter then pushed in fast and hard, down, inside me… all the way.

“AWW FUCK me Jimmy, fuck me baby fuck me!”

On the third stroke he found his rhythm, as old as time and imprinted in the DNA of the very first man, it’s the rhythm of life, the rhythm of the fuck. I grabbed my cock and started jacking, I gotta cum soon. Ohmigod this is so wonderful.

“Oh Jimmy…don’t stop…Jimmy don’t ever stop. Oh baby…you fuck me so good…unh! OH! More…more…that’s it, slam…OOHH…my…Oh shit, MY PROSTATE! JIM!…oh baby, JIMMY, now babe, cum with me…now… now… JIMMY!”

My semen was everywhere, on the wall, on the pillows, in my hair, my stomach was coated with cum and pre-cum. Jim collapsed atop me. Automatically my arms wrapped around him, cradling him against me body. I let a big sigh escape and felt an all encompassing feeling of love while a wave of Goose-Flesh rushed over my body. I knew for certain at that very moment, I love this man. We dozed a bit and both woke hungry… but for food this time. Stumbling into the kitchen, Jim bent over and put his head in the fridge, he came out with a block of Sharp Cheddar cheese, a bit of Parmesan, Bacon bits and Feta crumbles, cherry tomatoes, sliced peaches, raisins and chopped walnuts. Jim added some chopped spinach, sliced boiled eggs, the cheeses, onions, croutons, and Red Pepper infused Olive oil with a splash of Moscato and Orange zest into the salad. Jim placed a bowl of Oyster crackers into a large bowl to share. After a few nibbles and a glass of wine or two, I spoke up.

We dozed off and and slept until eight the next morning. I rose from bed and went to relieve myself, I turned the shower on and went back to pull Jimmy from the bed and into the shower. He was still partly asleep and he just stood there and wrapped himself around me. His head nestled at my neck, he let out a sigh and said.

“What am I gonna do when you leave? Already I need you with me. This is going to be much harder than I ever dreamed, when you leave, I mean.

I know you have to go, I’m just selfish, having you here is the best feeling in the world…uh…well maybe there are other things we do that feel better but it all starts with us being together. You’ve ruined me for anyone else, no one could ever replace you.”

“Replace me? Are you kicking me to the curb Jimmy?”

“No, never…it’s just…I know how bad it’s gonna be once you go back to your life. I’m pretty much crazy about you already. These past few days…since our time in Charlotte…have been the best ever because of you David.”

“Jimmy! I already know I want to be with you as much as you will allow. If you want me here, I’ll move here to be near you, I want us to be together. I don’t want to wait, I want to be with you Jim.”

“Oh yes…we will, we both want the same things David, I think you and I are meant for each other. I want you in my bed every night, like you said, I’ll move to be near you also. You meant it? We’re really gonna be together David. “

“I’ll do everything in my power to make it happen Jimmy, We met only four days ago and already I know you have to be in my life now.”

I hugged him to me tightly and then led him to the steaming shower. Jimmy was almost sleepwalking, he stood quietly while I washed and kissed his body. He leaned against the front wall of the shower while I washed myself. Finished, I toweled Jimmy off, and he molded his body against mine, reaching down he pulled our hard cocks into a comfortable position and held me to him, we just stood there and held each other, and somehow, us standing in the bath, naked and hugged together tightly, I felt that we were closer, more in love than I did when we were making love.

Back in his room we sat side by side on the bed, his head leaned over and lying on my shoulder.

“I’m gonna turn on the coffee pot and I’ll be right back baby.” I said.

I rushed to the kitchen and got the pot started. Going back to the bedroom I found Jim, with his feet still on the floor but he had laid down and was sleeping. I put him under the covers and climbed in with him. When I settled, we were spooned together, me holding him to me. I heard his deep, easy breathing and knew he was sleeping well.

I lay there holding him to me and knew that I had to make the change. If this is ever going to be anything more than weekend trips to be together, we have to be in the same city. We spent most of our Sunday in or on the bed. We had our coffee in bed, we read the Sunday Trib, we slept, we made love, we showered then made love again. I can’t remember ever enjoying anyone’s company as much as I do Jim’s. We just fit together, and like the same things mostly. In time we’ll learn more that we have in common. I’m already hooked, I’m crazy about him.

While Jimmy dressed for work Monday morning I fixed his juice, with a sliced bagel, slathered with strawberry creamed cheese. Coming into the kitchen tying his tie he stopped in his tracks when he saw I had made him breakfast and I was wearing his underwear again. He smiled, said thanks, and sat to eat. I brought two cups of coffee to the table and sat down with him.

“Are you going back to Memphis today David?” He asked.

“Not unless you want me too. You’ll need to tell me when you want me to leave Jimmy. I’m overdue to call my Mom and I checked my messages earlier and there are some clients I need to call. What’s your schedule today? Any chance I could take you to lunch?”

Jim flashed me a smile that warmed my heart. He was so relieved that I wasn’t leaving today.

“Absolutely! I want every second with you that I can get David.”

“Jimmy…I know it’s only been a weekend, but this has been the best time I can ever remember. I’m starting to work on solutions to our distance problems today, I think we agree that at the very least we need to be in the same city. The same bed would be ideal for me! But I don’t want to push you too fast. We both have enough frequent flyer miles to get together often but that’s only a short term thing. Uh…the way this is going…this thing with us I mean, its working out better than I could have dreamed…at least it’s that way for me. Tell me what you think babe.”

“I think that you and I are supposed to be together David. I want to live with you, love with you, even grow old with you. I think it happened that first night in Charlotte, then the morning after, it was the kiss in the restroom stall that did me in. I fell hard for you at that moment. It’s all happened very fast but through it all, that first little tickling feeling has deepened, and grown into this wonderful feeling that at last I belong with someone. I’ve waited for you a long time, I’ll never let you go, I love you David.”

Jimmy surprised me when he actually said it out loud, everything I’ve been feeling and wanting since that night we met, he wants all of that with me.

After he said he loves me, Jim kept his eyes down, not looking at me, I reached across the table and put my hand on his. I was so choked with emotion I couldn’t talk right away. He stood and took his plate and cup to the sink. I got up and went to him at the sink, when he looked up at me I took his face and pulled him into the most heartfelt kiss I’ve ever given.

“And I love you. We’re gonna be just fine, you and I.”

When we broke apart I saw the tear streaks on his cheeks.

“Jimmy, I meant it when I said I love you too. I do, so much so that it sort of scares me a bit, afraid I’ll do something to screw us up. We will be together soon. I have a lunch meeting tomorrow with a CFO I’ve worked with before. He’s willing to help me find a good position here in Chicago. You’re the main focus of my life now Jim. When you’re ready we can do a commitment a ceremony, get married, whatever you want, as long as we’re together. Now, you handsome, sexy man, get outta here and off to work so you can get back here to me a.s.a.p.”

“This isn’t fair, you tell me you love me and then you send me off to work. Oh…and yes to everything you said. Thank you, you’re so much more than I’ve ever dared to hope for. My Mom’s gonna love you too.”

Another deep, lingering kiss and I held him against me for almost a minute before letting him go. He looked up into my eyes and broke into the biggest smile I’ve seen on him. I hugged him tighter and bent to kiss his neck and nuzzle his ear, suddenly my entire body trembled and he pulled even closer against me.

“It’s so hard to for me to go to work and leave you here.” He added.

I held up his his suit coat for him as he slid into it. I smiled, he looks so damn good in a suit. He scribbled an address and number on a pad and told me to call before I left, just to be sure no crisis had risen at work that would keep him from our lunch date.

After he left for work I got busy and made some calls to clients that I needed to touch base with every so often. There is this one guy in particular that I knew would do his best to get me in his company. the one I told Jim about.

We’ve worked together before, he likes me and trusts me to be straight up with him. He’s Donald Duggan, the CFO of a large industrial manufacturing firm. He took my call right away and asked if he could take me to lunch. I told him I was meeting someone for lunch but I was free the rest of the afternoon or for lunch tomorrow, we agreed to meet at Cafecita on East Congress tomorrow afternoon.

My years of constant travel paid off. I always have a business suit in my garment bag, shirts, etc. I never leave home without it! I took the things from the garment bag and hung them in the shower to steam the wrinkles out. I remembered that Donald was always dressed impeccably, wearing tailored suits, sport jackets and Italian shoes.

In my work I had to look good in my clothes, but not too good. I didn’t want to look as if I were too prosperous. Looking at the dark Navy suit and boring striped tie I decided I needed something else, newer, less severe, something that made me seem or feel younger. Tonight we would be having dinner at his favorite restaurant, ‘Giordano’s, I need to look good for that. Just as I opened my phone to call Jim and ask him where I should go to buy clothes, I saw the magnet on the fridge for Giordano’s restaurant, where Jim ate most all of his meals…I’ve always admired Italian tailoring and secretly craved and Italian custom made suit with Italian shoes. I thought that Jim’s friend Maria would know where I could find the clothes I wanted.

I quickly cleaned up the kitchen, showered and dressed in Jeans , a tee and a fleece hoodie. I went around the corner to Giordano’s restaurant and had an Espresso and the server suggested I try Maria’s famous Buttermilk Panna Cotta, a most delicious treat.

I asked the server if it would be possible for me to speak to Mrs. Giordano, I explained that I was visiting Jim Bouten and I needed some advice about where I should shop for clothes. The server turned and shouted something in Italian to someone in the back. All I understood was Signor Bouten. An older man and woman rushed around the corner and I could tell they were expecting to see Jim, their steps slowed when they saw only me.

I introduced myself and explained that I was visiting with Jim Bouten. Mrs. Giordano introduced herself as Maria and her husband as Carlo. They were both very friendly and welcoming. I see why Jimmy comes here so often, Maria would make everyone around her feel like part of her family. She and Carlo spoke in broken english with lots of Italian words thrown in as well, but I understood most of what they said. I offered my praise for the Panna Cotta. It is the best dessert I’ve ever tasted.

I told Maria that I would be going back to Memphis in a few days and I didn’t want to miss this chance to enjoy her food and hospitality. No matter where he eats, Jim always says “Maria could do this so much better.”

Maria was properly impressed with the compliments for her food. She threw her arms wide and announced.

“We have celebration tonight, you and Giacomo together, right?”

I was stunned…how did she know? I grinned and looked down at my cup and slowly nodded my head yes.

“Che Dio vi benedica.” (may God Bless you) she said looking to the ceiling and crossing herself as she spoke. We’ve prayed that he would find you. Our Giacomo, he is good man! We fix special dinner for Giacomo and you tonight.”

From the depths of my memory I somehow remembered that the given name James, translates to Giacomo (Jockomo) in Italian. I asked if they could direct me to a place to buy an Italian suit, I knew it couldn’t be custom made but I wanted something nice for this evening and for my job search here in Chicago.

Mrs Giordano nodded all the while I was explaining what I wanted then turned and was off to the kitchen again I heard her shouting for Fabiano. She gave him instructions in Italian, the only thing I understood was Signor Giacomo Bouten.

Carlo smiled and said…

“Maria, she call now, get you over to Dei Giovani, they take care of you good. Maria not let them cost you too much lira.”

Maria returned, all smiles and telling me that a Taxi was on it’s way.

“At Dei Giovani, they have only ready to wear, very high end, exquisitely tailored clothing. I need a more notice for Custom. The Direttore(manager) there, Pietro, he’s my nipote (nephew.) He is expecting you and he will not overcharge you.

I thanked them profusely and when they returned to the kitchen I finished the Buttermilk Panna Cotta. I’ve never tasted anything so delicious in my life. Just as I finished the Espresso the cab arrived and I was off to Dei Giovani.

On my way to Dei Giovani I was excited, I’ve always dressed for my job of calling on businessmen. Now, for the first time since I’ve been working, I’m buying something for me! Really it’s for Jimmy, now. Gotta keep him interested in me. Hmm!

I was very surprised when the cabbie drove round to the rear of the building; an elegantly dressed young man stepped out and opened the cab door. I gave the cab driver his fare and a nice tip. The young man who had opened the cab door greeted me.

“Welcome to Dei Giovani Signor Crandall, I am Alessandro Benza, aide to the Direttore(Manager).”

Alessandro escorted me into a lounge area and asked that I be seated,he said that the Direttore would be with me in a moment.

Just as I picked up a magazine and crossed my legs I saw the ‘Direttore’ headed to me in quick time. I know I looked like a rube, in Jeans, tee shirt and a hoodie. I stood as he neared me.

“Good Morning Senor Crandall, we’re so pleased you are here. Zia (aunt) Maria gave me very explicit instructions to insure that we provide everything you require. She told me that you are having a celebration dinner tonight at her restaurant. Would you care for something to drink, we can provide you with anything from Evian to mixed drinks if you wish.”

“Thank you, but no, I’m not thirsty. I don’t wish to be rude but I would like to get started if we may. I have a luncheon date for one o’clock. What I need are a couple of Sport Coats, slacks, socks, shoes, belt, silk pullovers, dress shirts and ties for each outfit.”

The Direttore told me his given name is Pietro as he led me to a changing room. He looked me over, up and down, walked around me and said.

“You are a 31 inch waist sir, correct?”

“Yes, 31 inch.”

“A size 38 Jacket and size twelve, narrow for the slippers?” he asked.

“Correct again Pietro.”

Pietro clapped his hands twice and men rushed in with a rack of Size 31 waist slacks, another rack held size 38 Sport Jackets and blazers, and last, a rolling table with Silk pullovers, custom dress shirts, ties, eight styles of underwear and boxes and boxes of shoes.

Pietro stepped in front of me and said “Excuse me, Sir” and held the waistband of my jeans with two fingers and lowered my zipper with the other. I was truly startled. That was one step too far for me. I spoke up.

“Thank you Pietro but that is one thing I prefer to do for myself. I will zip or unzip myself at your direction”

“I beg your pardon sir, I meant no offense, it is the way we are trained.”

“Think no more of it. You did not offend, you surprised me, but you did not offend me. I think that I should have you select the outfits for me. This is something new for me and I will trust you to make me look as good as you possible can. I’ve a very special evening ahead tonight and a very important business meeting tomorrow afternoon.”

With that said I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to the floor. When I saw the look on Pietro’s and Alessandro’s faces, Pietro gasped aloud and Alessandro just turned very pale, I remembered too late that I was going commando!

“Holy Shit! Uh…Please excuse me, this so embarrassing. When I left the apartment I was only going out for Mrs. Giordano’s Buttermilk Panna Cotta and an Espresso. When she sent me here I forgot I was wasn’t wearing under shorts.”

I had the jeans pulled up, when Alessandro handed me what looked like a folded washcloth. I unfolded the cloth and I saw that it was a very tiny pair of low rise, trunk style boxers.

“Thank you” I said and I took the shorts and stepped into them. Both Pietro and his Alessandro turned away while I put on the shorts but I could see in the mirrors around the room that their eyes followed my every move, I noticed that the Alessandro even adjusted his crotch once.

Alessandro handed me a large leaflet, a lot like an artist’s portfolio, in it were pictures of models wearing the different styles of underwear which were on the table. I looked over to the mirror at the tiny trunks I was wearing. I handed the booklet back to Alessandro and told him I would take one dozen of the trunks I had on, half in white the rest any colors you choose. I looked back to the mirror and laughed then I looked to Alessandro, who was just beginning to get his color back.

“These ought to get his attention, don’t you think?”

Suddenly with that comment, both Pietro and Alessandro were animated, their formal air, gone and we all chatted easily and freely. Pietro volunteered information about his partner and their 15 years together. Alessandro looked a bit intimidated, or shy, relaxing their formal speech and manners seemed to have made him less confident than before.

“I’m not so lucky as yet Signor. I’m single.” Alessandro said quietly.

“Just last week I was single also, but fate put me and my soulmate together in a hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina. I live in Memphis, Tennessee but three days after our meeting, here I am in Chicago trying to find a job here so I can be with him. It can happen when you least expect it Alessandro, have faith. I thought I was a straight man until I met my Giacomo. I flew up on Friday and tonight the Giordanos are giving us a party and dinner.

I left Dei Giovani’s at 12:20 in their Limo to meet with Jim for lunch. The clothes I bought would be delivered between 5 and 6 pm, the hit to my credit card was a bit over two grand, but worth every penny for the way I feel wearing the new clothes. Jim will be surprised tonight.

I called ahead and Jim was waiting at the curb when the limo rolled up.

I lowered the window and leaned forward…

“May I offer you a ride sir?”

The look on Jim’s face was priceless. The driver got out and opened the door for him. As he sat down Jim gave me a ‘WTF’ look.

“It’s a long story Jim, we’ll talk about it over lunch, but it’s all Mrs. Giordano’s doing. I went round there to ask them where to shop for good Italian clothing and I wind up in a Limousine coming to pick you up for lunch.”

“You’ve met Maria and Carlo today? Jim asked.”

“Yes I did and they are both so very nice. When I introduced myself as your friend, she reacted like I was a long lost relative. I must say that she has the most well developed Gaydar I’ve ever encountered. When I said I was visiting you she said.

“You and Giacomo are together, right?”

I blushed and nodded yes and she uttered something in Italian and crossed herself. Carlo translated her words as ‘may God bless you.’ She said we’ve prayed that Giacomo would find you. Then before I could catch a breath, she was off to the kitchen area shouting for someone named Fabiano.

Carlo explained that she was making an appointment for me at the Chicago shop of Dei Giovani which her nephew happens to run. I purchased a load of new clothes.

We arrived at Manny’s Cafeteria and Deli over on South Jefferson in less than five minutes. The food was delicious, I had Pastrami on Rye, with Manny’s potato pancake and Cole Slaw, washed down with an Ice cold Heineken. We hurriedly finished our lunch, paid the tab and headed for the men’s room.

Unfortunately the men’s room was packed with guys waiting in line. Back in the lobby at Jim’s office he led me through an unmarked door that led to the stairway. Inside Jim pushed me against the wall and devoured my mouth with his. Somewhere several floors above we heard a stairway door open and footsteps on the stairs. We finished the kiss, both with hard throbbing cocks. I bought a paper to cover my crotch as I hailed a cab.

About 3pm Jim called and asked what I was doing and I told him I was just waiting around for my man to come home. He chuckled a bit.

“Your man wishes he was there right now. Hmmm what are you wearing handsome?”

“Uh…I…uh…listen, please don’t get mad…but I really missed you after our quick lunch, after my shower I went to your room and put on pair of your gray knit boxers, they’re much too tight to be comfortable though. Wearing your shorts is kinda hot in a weird way…bet you didn’t know you’re dealing with Captain Perv…huh.”

“Really! You’re wearing my shorts right now?”

“Yes, that’s all I’m wearing, your shorts…your shorts and a hard-on. I get stiff as stone when I hear your voice.”

“That’s the most romantic thing…you in my shorts…oooeee! That sounds like a plan for later. Aw Snap! the boss is on the other line. I need to pick it up, I’ll catch you later stud. Keep my shorts on til I get home so I can tear them off your fine body with my teeth. GRRR! Damn! You make me so horny David!”

“‘Bye handsome, hurry home.”

“I’ll ride down and meet you after work and we can ride home together.”

I heard a catch in his voice when he said that he would get off at 4:30.

“You’re coming here just to ride home with me.” He asked.

“If you don’t already know it Jim, I’m absolutely bonkers for you. Yes I’ll be there to ride home with you. I don’t want some stud sweeping you off your feet on your way home to me now do I. No limo though, this time.”

His voice was shaky again. “I think I’ve already been swept me off my feet by a stud I met back in Charlotte. That will be wonderful David, see you then.”

I was waiting in the lobby of his building. I watched as he left the elevator and headed toward me. I saw the grin spread across his face when he saw me, then I saw the twinkle in his eye, the look on his face changed to the one I see when he has my ankles in his hands and is so intent on giving me pleasure.

I’m a bit in awe as he approaches me, the odds of our meeting at all was off the charts but now, only five days later, it seems that I’ve loved him forever. I clasped my hands loosely in front of my fly, watching him walk toward me got me hard, jeezus…his eyes look right into my soul. I want to jump his bones right here in this lobby…right now!

I have a hard time keeping my hands off him, I thought back to the morning in Charlotte when I took him into a stall in the mens room and we kissed. That was probably what hooked me. That kiss told me all I needed to know. I guess he saw the smile on my face when he asked?”

“What’s up with you David. That grin your wearing looks like you’re planning something.”

“I was just thinking about that morning in Charlotte when we went into the restroom stall and you ambushed me with that kiss.”

“I ambushed you?”

“Yep…I’ve been under your spell since then. Want to go do it again?” I asked

“YES! That was when I knew this was gonna be more than a one night stand, I knew then we would be together again, somehow.”

“Yeah, me too, I think.” I said.

He opened the stairwell door and led me inside. He pushed me back against the door and gave me another of his kisses that makes my toes curl. Whew! We pulled apart and just hugged for a moment, I whispered in his ear.

“I absolutely mad for you Jimmy”

He smiled and kissed me.

“I know David, it shows in everything you do. I’ve realized that I was just existing before meeting you, it’s like I’ve been reborn, everything is so fresh and new and wonderful.”

Another quick hug and we went back into the lobby. We stepped outside and Jim gave out an ear splitting whistle and waved to hail a cab ride home. Back at his apartment Jim made a run to the bathroom to pee and I went to the bedroom to change into something to lay about in. When I took off the jeans I remembered his boxer trunks. I pulled off my tee shirt and stood in front of the full length mirror in those outrageous skin tight, form fitting knit shorts of his. I know it’s kinda weird but I really get off on wearing Jimmy’s shorts that he’s worn before. They’re fresh and clean but he’s had them on before, they’re his.

I straightened things up, put a few things into the dishwasher and was standing, leaning against the sink with one leg crossed over at my knee and resting on it’s toes when Jim came back from the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me standing there in just his knit boxers. Without a word spoken he walked slowly to me, went down on his knees in front of me and clasped his hands behind his back.

He nuzzled his handsome face against my hardening cock, he took a deep breath inhaling my scent, then began to mouth my now stiff and erect cock, blowing hot air through the cotton fabric, nibbling, and finally hooking the waistband with his teeth he pulled the front down, freeing my cock to spring up and slap my belly then it came to rest in front of his face, pointing to the ceiling. I hooked the waistband of the shorts under my testicles and watched as Jimmy made love to my cock with his lips, mouth and face.

He had me shifting from foot to foot, moaning and groaning with each touch of his mouth on me. He looked up into my eyes and sank my cock deep into his throat, my knees began to buckle and we wound up in the floor each of us doing our best to bring pleasure to the other in the 69 position.

We managed to get up from the floor and move to the bedroom, I undressed him and he demanded that I top him immediately. I had tricked him into topping me the last few times we had sex and he was determined that I should fuck him like he wanted to be fucked. I readily agreed.

I had thought that by now some of the edge would have softened a bit in our lovemaking, but there seems to be no let up, with us the earth didn’t just move when we reached orgasm, it was an earthquake. The sexual component of Jim and David is much more satisfying than either of us could have ever imagined.

However, my favorite part of all is our lying together after those stupendous orgasms, his taut, slightly muscular body, with its dense body hair and that angelic face, sweat drenched hair plastered to his forehead, so beautiful and peaceful lying on my chest after another intense act of making love. Each time I see him there my heart swells inside me. How can all this be possible in such a short period of time. I give thanks for my fantastic good fortune in finding this man. I drifted off to sleep hugging him to me, my lips on his forehead.

Jimmy woke me with little kisses going all over my body. I was looking into his eyes, I saw them crinkle into his smile.

“Did you have a good nap, babe?” he asked. “You look so freaking hot in my underwear. You’re one hell of a hunk of man David. It’s hard to grasp the fact that I’ve finally met the man I’ve wanted all my life.”

“Kiss me Jimmy!”

After a gentle, love filled kiss, I turned him and wiggled in behind him and spooned to his back. Almost simultaneously we both sighed at the now familiar feeling of our bodies together at rest.

I told him about my visit with the Giordano’s and that Maria was cooking a dinner for us tonight. He broke into a big smile.

“I’ve meant to take you there, what did you have there have today?”

“Just an Espresso and the most wonderful dessert I’ve ever tasted.”

“It had to be her Buttermilk Panna cotta! I feel like I need to go to church

each time I eat it.”

“Yes it was the Panna Cotta and I know what you mean…I’ve never tasted anything so good.

It sort of freaked me a bit, that she already knew were together as a couple now.”

Jim snapped his head around, a look of surprize on his face.

“David…are we a couple?”

“I sure as hell hope we are. It feels like we are. I want us to be…Jim…er Giacomo! Will you be a couple with me? I’m crazy for you, I want us to be together. I love you. I told you this in bed last night but I think you were already asleep.

“I thought I had dreamed you saying that.” Jim whispered.

The doorbell rang and Jim jumped up and calling out “just a minute” and dashed off to put something on, he jumped into some board shorts and I got back into my jeans, we were both bare chested. Jim opened the door to see only the arms and legs of a delivery person with both arms full of packages labeled Dei Giovani.

“Uh…did I mention that I did a little bit of shopping today.”

Jim laughed. “Just a little huh?”

Guiding the delivery person inside, we both helped to unload the packages. I broke into a huge smile when I took one of the boxes away and there was a face I knew. It was Alessandro from Dei Giovani. We quickly took the remainder of the packages and I asked him in for a drink.

Jim gave me a questioning look and I introduced him to Alessandro..

“Jim Bouten, this is Alessandro Benza of Dei Giovani. Alessandro helped with my shopping today.”

Earlier I asked Maria where I could buy some nice clothes and she sent me to her Nephew’s shop. Dei Giovani has upscale men’s clothing and service that must be experienced to be believed. Alessandro and Pietro went out of their way to make certain I was happy with my Dei Giovani experience. It was their limo that took us to lunch!”

Alessandro was nearly paralyzed by his shyness. I made him a Gin Martini and he began to talk a bit. I rose to make more drinks when the doorbell rang again. I opened the door and Kenny, Jim’s friend, that I met at the dance club was standing there.

I invited him in, he was upset, his car had quit on him about a half mile down the road. His cell phone battery was dead and he couldn’t call so he came here. While he was rambling on about his misadventure I noticed that Alessandro was staring, almost gawking at Kenny. I waited for Kenny to take a breath so I could introduce them. Kenny was distraught fearing that major car repairs would be needed. Suddenly he stopped in mid sentence, I think he had just realized that Alessandro was there, then he looked to Jim.

“Who’s that man, Jim?” Kenny whispered.

Taking him by the elbow he escorted Kenny toward Alessandro.

“Kenny! This is Alessandro Benza, he works at Dei Giovani on Michigan Avenue. Alessandro, meet our friend Kenneth Dodd.”

By the time Alessandro reached out to shake Kenny’s hand he was beet red and could hardly speak.

“G…g..good…to…meet you Signor Dodd.”

I noticed a change come over Kenny. He was definitely taken by our young Italian guest. Judging from the looks they were giving each other there was a definite connection between them.

Kenny recovered from the surprise of the magnetism between them. He led Alessandro to the sofa and they sat close, side by side. I noticed Kenny’s thigh was pressed against Alessandro, and they talked quietly together.

Jim leaned to me and almost laughed.

“I can’t believe those two. It’s like Cupid got both of them with only one arrow. Why don’t we take these boxes to the guest room and give these two some alone time.”

We loaded the bed down with the boxes and I started opening them, Jim stood and watched.

“Grab a box and open it Babe. Wait! Here’s one especially for you Jim.”

He took the box and opened it. He picked up a small folded piece of cloth that opened into a pair of the skimpy boxers like I put on at Dei Giovani, I bought him a dozen just like mine.

Closing the door, he pushed his board shorts to the floor and pulled on the tiny trunk style boxers.

He arranged his junk as I groaned and moaned, then stepped in front of the mirror. He blushed seeing himself in those outrageous shorts. Sometimes underwear or bathing suits can be much more alluring that being completely naked, even with those possessing nearly perfect bodies. These shorts were lewd, downright indecent looking, and so damn sexual it made me ache.

Jim blushed when he turned to the mirror.

“Oh gosh! These are kinda sexy, I don’t know….”

He turned to me to asked my opinion and he saw my hard cock outlined on the right inside leg of my jeans, My breathing was becoming labored and my eyes were wide, little beads of sweat forming on my face and torso.

“David…David!” He laughed as I broke the paralysis as I looked at him in those ‘nasty boy’ shorts.

“You think I should show these to Kenny and Alessandro Babe?”

“Only if they are in your hand. No one but me sees you in them, and you’ll be the only one to see me in mine. I don’t want you finding someone to replace me. You’d be arrested if you wore those to a public pool. I liked them on me, but jeez Jimmy, see what they do to me when you’re wearing them. I’ll probably stay hard just knowing you have them on no matter what pants you wear.”

I was on my knees again, my cheek resting on his cock as I hugged him to me.

“You’re so perfect for me, so wonderful, so handsome. I want you so badly right now…I’m yours babe. I’m crazy about you.”

Jim pulled me up into a kiss, our cocks were raging hard against each other again and pre-cum nearly flowed from my cock. We were just breaking our kiss when there was a light tap on the door. Jim put the board shorts on again and I grabbed a box to hide the erection in my jeans. Jim opened the door and Kenny was all smiles.

“David, Jim, he whispered, ohmigod! He’s such a hunk! He’s taking me to get my car towed and then to dinner later. Where did you meet him, I can’t can’t believe we never met before. Cross your fingers for me guys. He’s an absolute dream!”

Suddenly I remembered. “Alessandro! We’ve left him alone!”

When I walked into the family room, Alessandro was standing, trying to rearrange the stiffness in his shorts. He blushed and I tried to assure him it was okay.

“Hey, you saw all of me at your shop today.”

He laughed and said. “After you left Pietro had to retire to the men’s room for a while. I would have gone too but someone had to watch for clients. Uh…Mr. Crandall…This Kenny? He is good man?”

“Please call me David…Yes, he and Giacomo have been friends for years. He’s also single and available, if you are interested. I know that he is interested in you.”

“He likes me?” He asked. I just nodded my head yes.

In the guest room, Jim was trying to calm Kenny down. Jim spoke up.

“Kenny, I saw the look on both of your faces. You excite him like he excites you. DON’T OVER THINK THIS! Get your car taken to a repair shop then enjoy an evening with a very handsome Italian man who’s really into you! Remember what happened with David and me. When you least expect it. WHAMMO! It hit’s ya.”

“Okay, thanks Jim. We’re going to see to my car, then we’ll talk about the rest of the evening. I can hardly believe this is happening. I’m as anxious as a call girl on a Monday night!”

“Lighten up Kenny, just laugh and have a good time tonight. I just met Alessandro a while ago but David met him earlier today and likes him alot. And he has a good job at Dei Giovani on the Magnificent Mile on Michigan Avenue.”

After Kenny and Alessandro went on their way Jimmy and I sat on the couch. I reached over and took his hand in mine.

“Tell me about this shopping trip this morning David.”

“I went to Maria’s for a mid morning breakfast, but I wasn’t terribly hungry, I settled on an espresso and that heavenly Buttermilk Panna Cotta. I asked Maria where where I should go to buy some nice clothes. She turned and went to the back of the restaurant leaving Carlo and I alone. He told me she was calling her Nephew who managed a Men’s Clothing Store.

You remember I’ve a lunch date tomorrow with Don, the CFO I told you about, who’ll help me get a job here. When I was making notes for my meeting with him, I remembered that Don is very meticulous about his appearance. Always in expensive suits and ties plus he is an absolute freak for Italian shoes.

One look at my old blue suit and I knew it just wouldn’t do. I was about to phone you when I saw the Giordano’s card on the fridge, it dawned on me that the Giordanos’ would most likely know just where I should go for the clothes, so I went round to their place, introduced myself as your friend and asked them if they knew of a good place for Italian ready to wear. They sent me to Dei Giovani.

I was in a rush because I was meeting you for lunch. Pietro just looked at me and knew my sizes, down to my 12N shoes. He must wear a microphone so that the stockroom employees know what to bring out, in less than a minute everything was there in the dressing room and all of it in my size. There was a rack of slacks, a rack of sport coats and Blazers and suits, a table laden with pullovers, dress shirts, underwear and a table of shoes and belts. Dei giovani is the best in the business at Italian Ready to Wear for men, says Carlo. Maria even negotiated a 25% discount for me, still I spent over two thousand bucks there.

Oh…this was just awful, but now it’s even a bit funny too, but I’ve never been as embarrassed: in the fitting room I dropped trou to try on some slacks. I had forgotten that I was going Commando in the jeans. I stood there naked from the waist down, in front of Pietro and Alessandro. After the shock passed we all had a good laugh about it. Pietro and Alessandro turned away 180 degrees facing the back wall as I pulled up my jeans, but the dressing room is covered with mirrors, so I’m sure they didn’t have to strain to get

an eyeful of my junk. When I pulled up my jeans…that’s when Alessandro gave me those outrageous shorts to put on.

I let Pietro put the outfits together and I’m very glad he did. I hope you’ll like them as much as I do. I went way overboard on those clothes, but I hope that they will help me to land a good job here with nearly zero travel.”

“When are we due over at Maria’s and Carlo’s?” Jim asked

“Eight O’clock sharp. We can go a bit early and have a drink if you like.”

“I like!” Jim replied.

“Uh…Jimmy, it’s just 6pm, wanna play around a bit. I think I owe you at least a few hundred more fantastic fucks. Want me to top you?”

Jim jumped up, reached to pull me up and was on his way to the bedroom.

We kissed while undressing and once we were naked, we lay together, kissing, petting, generally making out, but the foreplay stopped quickly when I pushed his legs high and dove into his furry little butt. When my tongue penetrated his sphincter he became a wild man, he was all over the bed and begging me for the real thing.

With plenty of Ultra Glide I entered him painlessly. He was more vocal tonight than he’s ever been. Pleading with me to shove it in hard, he wanted my cock down deep as we could go. I had to back off more than once. His gyrations, coupled with my rapid, deep strokes kept me near the edge. I wanted to make it last for him but I couldn’t.

Jim was throwing his butt up to grind against my downstroke, on the third time I felt my cum start the journey up from my testicles and then out the head of my cock. I filled his ass full to overflowing, it pooled on the sheets where it dribbled from inside him.

“Oh dear god! Each time you do that it gets better and better. No one has ever made love to me like you do David!”

“Yeah, we’re pretty great together, you know how crazy I am for you too, but…we need to shower and get dressed babe. Maria’s celebration dinner awaits.”

I felt light headed when Jim came out of the bedroom dressed in a perfectly tailored Charcoal Gray pinstriped suit. He wore a brilliant white dress shirt with sky blue, black and yellow stripes in his Cardinal red tie, with a pair of Bruno Magli black and cordovan, wing tip shoes with a black belt. I noticed the Ruby and Gold cuff links he was wearing as well as a Cartier tank watch on his wrist.

“I’m the luckiest man on the planet, you are so beautiful Jim.”

“At last we disagree on something David. It’s you that is the most handsome. I’m jealous of those clothes David.”

“I’m jealous of that watch and those cufflinks and shoes.” I chuckled.

I wore Pietro’s selection of a medium blue Herringbone Blazer, Khaki tan slacks, a sky blue silk shirt with a Navy tie with red, yellow and green stripes. The cordovan Ferragamo Italian slippers were my favorite of all the things I purchased, they were more comfortable than my bedroom shoes! I felt like I owned the world as we stood together in front of the mirror.

“We clean up good, Jimmy. Let’s go to our celebration dinner”

As usual the Ristorante was nearly full, we waited at the bar to be called to a table. Instead, Maria and Carlo came to the bar to greet us. Both Maria and Carlo were impressed with my clothing selection from Dei Giovani. I told her that I let Pietro select everything except my underwear and it was Alessandro who picked that for me. Laughing, they asked us to come with them as they led us to a private room and with a flourish, Maria waved her hand and the folding partition wall slid back revealing the invited guest.

Besides Jim and I, the Giordano’s had invited Jim’s friends, Ollie, Miguel and Kenny, who brought Alessandro as his guest, Pietro from Dei Giovani and his partner Dario and the Giordano’s.The tables were set up in a U shape, with Jim and I at the base of the U and four guests along each table. Jimmy and I were both very surprised and we knew immediately that we were in for a fun evening.

Dinner started with Aperitivo drinks ordered from the bar, servers brought out the Antipasto, cured meats, special cheeses, primo select olives, roasted peppers, stuffed pepperoncini and crostati (grilled artisan breads). Each place setting had a menu card describing each course of our meal. There were seven courses including the dessert and finishing with coffee!

After a round of sparkling wine we moved on to the Primo (first course) a choice of Fettuccini Pomodoro (pan-seared tomatoes, sauteed garlic olive oil and fresh basil or Spaghettini alle Vongole (clams steamed in white wine, tossed with pan seared tomatoes and fresh parsley.

More sparkling wine to cleanse the palate then on to our Secondo (second course) of Scallopini Beef (thinly sliced, pan seared beef with a Marsala Glaze) or Pesce (Fish-delicate sole fillets with Puttanesca sauce.

Next was the Contorno or third course, Insalata Amici (dried cranberries, soft feta and toasted walnuts on a bed of Arugula and mixed greens or Insalata di Cesare (a house made caesar dressing and herbed crostini bread with fresh parmigiano reggiano and lemon and vendura Cotta (seasonal vegetables.)

More sparkling wine and next was Formaggi e Frutta( a selection of artisan cheeses and fresh fruits.)

La Dolce (The sixth course) was Tiramisu, lady fingers dipped in a cafe infused liquor, with creamy mascarpone layered and dusted with cocoa.

We finished our meal with Espresso, coffee or tea.

With the remnants of our meal cleared away a bar was rolled in and bottles of Asti Spumante were uncorked and the party continued on past midnight.

As we walked around the corner back Jim’s apartment we were both so full we could hardly walk

I told Jimmy that we had to go shopping for gifts for Maria and Carlo, we must express our gratitude for such a wonderful night.

“That Kenny sure was cool at the apartment, never letting on that he knew about the party and Ollie and Miguel as well! Maria and Carlo must think very highly of you to go to such extravagance for us. I gave Carlo a wad of bills to give to the servers for us.”

Inside the apartment I shed my clothes quickly and fell onto the bed. Jimmy came out of the bathroom in those insanely indecent undershorts, this pair in lemon yellow against his tanned skin.

I groaned and my cock started its rise to full erection, at the bed he reached with both hands and tore my briefs from my body. With one knee on the bed he reached behind and pulled me by my neck into a rough, hard, deep tongue probing kiss. This was new…Jim had never been dominant in our bed. I let him do whatever he wanted, I was excited by this side of him, and curious to see what he had in mind.

He turned me face down on the bed and straddled my legs. He laid out on top of me, tickling my skin with this body hair, his cock wedged between my cheeks like a hot dog in a bun and he ground hard against me. In a few moments he started licking his way down my body, when he got to my squirming butt he grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread them roughly as his tongue probed at my anus. I screamed into the mattress and pushed my butt hard against him.

He pulled me to my knees, chest down on the mattress and spent a few minutes eating my butt, enough so that I was writhing and crying out, wanting his cock to fill me. He teased me with fingers and lube and a excruciating prostate massage. I was reaching for his cock, I had to have it in me. I felt the spongy glans sliding, probing and poking. I pushed back against him as hard as I could be he kept up his cock tease, never quite giving me what I needed so badly.

He rose up on his knees and began to knead my cheeks, lightly blowing air across them, every so often a finger slipped inside making me push back against him. Finally Jim entered me in one quick motion he was balls deep inside me and grinding hard against me. The sound that came from me was almost a scream, but it wasn’t from pain, the sudden balls deep thrust was a pleasure overload to my brain. I bucked and thrashed against the hard, hot column of manflesh filling me, so deep inside me. I wish I could express that exquisite feeling in words but I just don’t have them. The emotional and sexual feelings we get when we’re making love are completely off the charts.

A hard cock pistoning in your butt takes on a life of its own. You had to have felt it to know what I mean, it’s just the fuck. However, once a man ejaculates with a hard cock churning in his ass, nothing else will ever do. there is no feeling quite like that.

Now I was in control, the gyrations of my body against his hard cock were too much for him, he just held on and kept his cock deep inside me as I milked him with contractions in my rectum. The Kegel exercises my doctor had recommended were now paying dividends in my sex life too. I felt his hot semen when it entered me and spewed out my smaller load onto my chest and belly. We both rolled a bit to our sides and lay there waiting to recuperate.

It was dawn before we stirred, Jimmy went to make coffee and I went to the shower. Jeez am I sore this morning, there’s an ache in my testicles and my butt…umm…it is a delicious kind of pain. Maybe he needs to do me again to work the soreness out…mmm…yeah! That’s the ticket!

We sat at the island with our coffee and leaned together, touching each other and still exhausted from yesterdays sex. I reminded Jim we needed to shop for Maria and Carlo’s gift today, that was quite a party they gave us last night.

We called Dei Giovani for Alessandro and asked if he could recommend a jeweler where we could buy gifts for Maria and Carlo. He told us he’d make some calls and get back to us in a few minutes. He called us back and directed us to the Cartier Shop near Dei Giovani, he told us to ask for Adamo Bennetati.

“Adamo is a special friend signor, he will be expecting you before noon.”

We thanked Alessandro and dressed to go to Cartier. Of course Adamo was another drop dead gorgeous Italian, the only kind I’ve seen here. Adamo greeted us like long lost friends and made suggestions for our gifts, we chose dangly diamond teardrop earrings for Maria and a Dunhill lighter for Carlo, Adamo even gave us his family discount of 15% from the retail price since Alessandro was his cousin.

We caught a cab to the Ristorante where planned to eat our lunch and give the Giordano’s their gifts, as we were finishing up our Buttermilk Panna Cotta Maria and Carlo came to our table. We asked them to sit and I thanked them for such a marvelous evening and then Jim thanked them in Italian, and stood to kiss their cheeks and hug them both, then he gave them the gifts.

Maria teared up and Carlo just sat there with his mouth hanging open. Jim told them that they had been like family to him since he came here and he loved them. He told them that I was moving here and we’d be seeing a lot more of them now.

Maria called the server over and ordered a round Asti Spumante for everyone. We laughed and talked with them for at least an hour before making our way back to the apartment. I’ve learned that a meal at Giordano’s is a two to three hour affair. I’ll have to find a gym here soon before I’m too fat to workout.

Back at Jim’s, I set about getting my clothes ready for the meeting with my friend and former coworker Donald Danson. Don is a CFO for a large manufacturing corporation here and has connections all over the city. He knows me, how I work and that I’m very good at balancing the clients demands with my company’s capabilities and ability to make a profit.

The prize of my clothing purchases was a Navy suit with a fine light gray pinstripe; with it I chose a brilliant white shirt and a burgundy tie with tiny white polka dots, Cordovan Borgioli slippers with a matching belt. Once I dressed in the outfit and walked out to Jim in the great room I could tell by his expression that the outfit was a hit. He pulled his phone from his pocket and took a couple of pictures of me.

“My lady friend at the office has been bugging me to get a picture of you so she could see this man that’s swept me off my feet. I hope that outfit makes you feel as good as it looks on you David. Damn! You are perfect, mister.”

“What’s perfect is you and I together Jimmy. That’s what makes my spirit soar, not the clothes, I like them; but it’s you that makes me come alive.”

I saw him reach across his body and pinch his upper arm. I know I must have had a puzzled look on my face. He blushed pink.

“Sometimes, when you say things like that, I’m sure I must be dreaming. My mind tells me this can’t be real, you’re too perfect. But when we lay together in bed, my heart knows you are truly real and here beside me. I’m hopelessly in love with you David.”

I rushed to him and pulled him into my arms and held him tightly.

“I know Jimmy, me too. We are perfect together and I’ve never been happier or more certain of anything. I love you just like you love me. We belong together.”

Jim pulled back.

“Your suit! I don’t want to get it wet..crying like a baby.”

I undressed and hung the things back in the closet, my appointment with Donald Duggan is at One O’clock for lunch. Once I was back into just boxers and a tee Jim and I cuddled up on the sofa and turned on the TV. I spooned up to his back and held him to me with my hand on his chest. I played with his nipples a bit, then my hand began to move down that hairy chest and stomach and my fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts.

I love the feel of his throbbing cock in my hand. I squeeze and jack it gently inside his shorts as he wiggles and pushed his but against my own hard cock.

In less that ten minutes Jimmy had turned to face me and we were kissing and making out like crazy. My hand was now toying with his butt and teasing at his opening. Suddenly Jimmy jumped up and pulled me after and we ran to our bed. Jim got onto the bed, on his knees but with his chest and head on the mattress, his but sticking up and wagging back and forth.

“Do me doggie style David, fuck me hard, ram it in me babe. I need you!”

After a careful and thorough lubing of Jimmy’s little butt, I knee walked up to his wrinkled anus and rammed him just like he asked, one quick deep stroke all the way in and grind hard then out fast and back in. Jim was grunting with every thrust, after a few strokes he raised up on his arms and pushed back against my every downstroke, he began to talk dirty, telling me to pound his hungry ass, make him know he had a man riding his butt.

I really got into it and fucked him hard and just a little rough. He cried out when I started slapping his butt cheeks, I was shocked when I saw my hand imprinted in red on both cheeks of his butt. Tiring a bit, I flipped him onto his back, grabbed his ankles and brought us both to a quick and hard orgasm. He coated his torso with his semen and I collapsed on top of him gluing us together, As soon as I got my breathing under control I went to the bathroom and rummaged around and came back with an aloe gel that I rubbed on his bright red butt cheeks.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I slapped your butt so hard. I’ll never do that again babe, I never ever want you to be in pain when we make love… or just have sex…that was just a hard fuck, it wasn’t making love.”

The redness was gone by morning much to my relief, I meant what I had told him last night. I never want either of us to be in pain when we make love. It just isn’t my nature to be that way. I coated his butt cheeks with the aloe gel again before he went to work. He kissed me at the door and told me to ‘knock em’ dead at my interview.

I puttered around the apartment, cleaning the kitchen, running the dishwasher, I found his iron and pressed the wrinkles out of my clothes.

I called my boss in Memphis and told him what I was doing and that I had met someone here that I could have a relationship with and about the meeting with Don Danson later this afternoon. At 10:30 I showered, took special care as I dressed and was ready to leave at 11:45.

I called a cab and at 12:50pm and I was in the restaurant bar drinking club soda. I was standing where I could see the entrance and I saw Don walk in and look around for me. His eyes passed over me twice then I waved and caught his eye. I could see the look of surprise on his face. He had never seen me dresses as well. He quickly walked to me..

“David! I hardly knew you…you’ve changed…ahh…you must be married again, that would explain that impeccable outfit you’re wearing, Damn Dave, you look like a million bucks! What’s her name.”

I blushed a bit then smiled at him.

“You’re almost right, not married yet though, but soon I think, and his name is James.”

He was surprised.

“Really! You’re gay! Well that certainly explains the clothes. When did the gay thing happen, you were just divorced the last time we met.”

The pager lights he was given at the desk signaled and we went to be seated.

Once we had our menus I quickly chose the Swai, a light delicate fish dish in a white wine sauce with the veggie medley and water to drink. We chatted a bit waiting on our food, Don was curious about my switching teams so to speak, and asked again about when I knew I was a gay man. I related the story about meeting Jim and how I was overwhelmed with the feelings and emotions stirred up by that night. I told him that it was my first time as an adult with a man and I was completely amazed by my own reaction to what has happened with Jim and I.

Don just sat there for a bit, looking at me without saying anything, then after a good minute or so he spoke.

“David, we’ve know each other a long time. I’ve always trusted you and I think you have always been truthful with me. Don’t worry, we’ll find you the right job here in Chicago, I’m not sure just where as yet, but I may be able to take you on here with my company.”

I was very surprised.

“Thank you Don, we work well together, I hope that can happen.”

“Okay, David I need to come clean with you here, you’ve been so forthright with we volunteering what I wanted to know but wouldn’t ask. David, you’re not the only one at this table that has switched teams. I’ve been gay for over 5 years now. Like you, it happened to me in a similar way and I was hooked from the first. I tried to lead a normal married life but I felt like such a heel, sneaking out to be with guys. In less than a year Ann and I divorced, we were childless, thank goodness. Then three years ago I met Alan, my partner and we’ve been together since.”

“Wow! Knowing you as long as I have, that seems so impossible, but then I know first hand just how possible it can be.”

“Today is Friday, would you and James like to go out to dinner with Alan and I tomorrow night. This town is full of great restaurants.”

“We’d love to go and if you like Italian food, we have the best in town right around the corner from our place on 55th St. at S. Fairfield. Jim will be thrilled, he loves to introduce folks to the Giordano’s food.”

“Giordano’s? I heard about that place, just haven’t made it over there yet. We’re not too far away from you guy’s either, 15 or 20 blocks north on S. Fairfield Ave.”

“Jim will make the reservations, Maria, Mrs. Giordano, treats him like a son. They always make room for him. I promise you you are in for a treat.”

“Great David, I’ll get busy back at the office and maybe I’ll have a proposal for you tomorrow night. This is great, finding an old friend in a similar situation. I don’t know about you guys but I’m so crazy in love with Alan I can’t believe how freaking happy we are.”

“Believe me I know Don, Jim and I met on Wednesday and I took vacation time and flew here on Friday. I’ve had more sex in three days than I have in the last three years.”

We finished our food and went back to Don’s office, he showed me around and gave me a briefing on the customer base, then said the words I’ve said to my boss for ever.

“95% of our clients problems can be settled by phone calls. We don’t keep guys in the air here, rushing to molly coddle a client while the guys back here fix the problem, instead, when a problem is solved, we call them and then send them a gift card to take the wife out to a nice dinner. It’s less expensive than flying and hotels by a long shot and the clients love getting that gift card. Plus our guys love being able to go home every night.”

“I’ve preached that to my boss for years but he he doesn’t get it. I think he likes to get away for the wife too much to even consider a better way.”

“I just need to run some numbers by the CEO and I’m fairly sure we’ll find a place for a guy with your client savvy.”

Don ushered me out to the desk and when he heard me ask the receptionist to call me a cab he stopped her and had one of the college interns drive me back to the apartment. I asked the College kid to drop me off at Jim’s office instead of taking all the way to the apartment and I’d ride home with him.

On the way, I called Don and told him that they didn’t need a tie for tomorrow night and to come by our place for drinks and we’d walk around the corner to the restaurant.

I didn’t call Jim, I thought I’d surprise him and just be standing there when he came off the elevator. The look on his face when he saw me went from complete surprise to raging man lust in about two heartbeats. I knew that I would get lucky when we got to the apartment.

I told him all about the interview and that we’d know tomorrow night at dinner if I have a job in Chicago. Jim got excited when I told him about Don and Alan going to dinner with us. He called Giordano’s from the cab to reserve a table for four. My hand was on the seat between us and Jim put his on top of mine and squeezed. We held hands all the way to the apartment.

I felt like cooking tonight so I walked down the street to the Market that was only one quarter mile away, I selected two 8 ounce Beef Tenderloin steaks, fresh greens and veggies for a salad and a large potato to bake and share. Jim was in the shower when I returned so I put the items in the fridge and went to our room, undressed and slipped into the shower with him while he was washing his hair. He almost screamed when I tapped him on the shoulder.

I finished washing his hair and took the soap and lathered my hands together and rubbed his beautiful body, taking extra special care with his testicles and cock. I managed to refrain from sex this time, knowing that as sexy as the shower is, nothing beats lying together in the bed after a good workout. We cleaned the apartment good that night and noshed on food in the freezer.

We had the place shining and plopped down on the bed and were asleep in just a few minutes.

We rose early Saturday morning and ran over to Gage park a couple of blocks east from our place, and got in a five mile run on the trails, then jogged and walked back to the apartment. Around three, Don called and got our street number and said they would come around six for cocktails and getting to know each other.

Don and Alan arrived at six and to our great surprise, Jim and Alan knew each other. They had mutual gay friends, and met at parties and clubs, often a few years ago. We started out with a pitcher of Martinis and made quick work of that batch.

While Jim was in the kitchen making up a fresh batch of drinks, Don told me that he had an employment offer for me. I smiled and thanked him.

“Wait until you hear the offer before you thank me. We would like to have you join our team as the Director of Sales and Marketing.”

Don slid a business card across the table with one finger, I saw that is was his business card so I picked it up and turned the card over. The only thing on the back of the card was a dollar figure. $160,000.

I looked back to him.

“How many sales and marketing people will I be managing Don.”

“We have eight sales personnel and two graphic artists, We expect that we will need to hire and train 4 to 8 for the Marketing staff.”

I think I frowned a bit, thinking of the hiring and training, not to mention handling the artists egos. I was counting heads and job duties in my mind and I think Don got a bit worried.

“That salary figure would only be for six, no…for three months, once the a full staff is in place and trained, we’ll do a 10% increase at three months. Annual reviews are done in December and salary adjustments are on the first paychecks in January. Anymore questions?”

“I need to close out my place in Memphis, work out my notice, then move, can I have three weeks before I start.”

“You can have all the time you need David. However, there is one final thing that I must ask and I fear that the whole deal we’ve discussed may hinge on your answer.”

“Uh…okay…what’s the question Don?”

“I need to know where you got that suit you wore to the office yesterday. I know it’s Italian and suspect that it is custom made.”

Laughing and very relieved, I told him it was off the rack, not custom tailored.

“But where did it come from.”

“The shop is Dei Giovani on the Magnificent Mile, tell Alessandro and Pietro that I sent you, the service is unbelievable there.”

“Welcome aboard David, you’re hired!”

Jim had heard everything we said but he didn’t know the salary figure on the card. When he sat beside me on the sofa, I showed him the card. He kept calm, didn’t show surprise or astonishment, but I did hear his breathing speed up a bit.

Don and I began talking about work, the hiring of the staff and sales training, etcetera, etcetera. Jim and Alan went to the Kitchen Island and they each related their stories about meeting their guy. At 7pm Jim laid out some snacks, Parmesan Basil Pesto with a tomato bruschetta on garlic toast, to quell our appetites whetted by the gin martinis.

A few minutes after 8pm we left the apartment and walked to Giordano’s, being a bit early we went directly to the bar until our table was ready. I was surprised when Carlo Giordano himself came into the bar to take us to our table. Jim introduced Don and Alan to Carlo, as we neared the room where the party was held I saw Maria hurriedly giving last minute instructions her staff. She turned as we came to the table and gave Jim and I a hug and she gave him her usual blessing in Italian. Jim introduced Alan and Don to her and we took our seats.

Once we were all seated Maria clapped her hands and servers came from everywhere to our table, first up was the antipasti, appetisers of great variety, meats, vegetables, fruits, cheeses and a refreshing Prosecco, a much-loved sparkling wine from the Veneto area of Italy.

The meal progressed as before at our party a few days ago and a fresh wine was served with each course. The meal was ended with Espresso and the Buttermilk Panna Cotta. Both Don and Alan were amazed at the dinner and their praise for the Panna Cotta raged on for a full month. They became regulars at the Giordano’s, eating there at least once a week, Many nights Jimmy and I joined them there.

Jim took a couple of days off and we flew to Memphis to close out my apartment and to get what little bit of personal items I wanted to keep, the rest I had donated to the Union Mission house. We drove back to Chicago in my car and in less than a week, we were settled in, living and loving together. Sometimes when I’m alone on the train or bus, I think back and wonder how this all happened so fast. One night in bed with a stranger and in less than three weeks we’re talking about buying a house together.

One thing is certain…well there’s more than one thing that is certain, but I’ve never been happier or more content in my entire life. I’ve a new and very challenging job that I love, a wonderful companion that makes me know I’m loved and cherished every minute of every day. As much as I used to complain about flying all over the country all week, it is ironic that it was one of those trips that changed me and my life forever.

Jim made some suggestion to his boss about reducing travel and enhancing their customer contact with a Gift Card rewards plan very similar to Don and I were doing for our customers. His company liked the idea and once the cost saving figures were in, Jimmy got a promotion to Assistant Sales Manager. Now both of us were really based at our office and had almost all our evenings at home together.

For our first anniversary together we bought a loft condo on S. Everett Ave, with a view of Lake Michigan from our living room and balcony. It’s taken some adjustment on my part with the severe winter weather here, it doesn’t get nearly so cold down in Memphis, but now I have a warm furry body to spoon up to when the nights get chilly. The fact is that with very little provocation, Jimmy can have us both drenched in sweat with the temp below zero outside which he does very often.

The End

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I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn’t been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling here in England was much different from how it was in the States.

I had been antsy with my writing, not being able to make much progress. Back in New York, I would have known what I needed to break the blockage: attention from one of the muscle men in the gym down on the first floor of my building. I would go downstairs and stand in the doorway. They would see and understand what I needed, and one of the hunks would put his bar bells down, climb the stairs with me, and fuck the stuffing out of me. Then I would give him the proverbial pat on the head and send him back to the gym. After that I could and would write all night. I never had a problem finding someone down there who wanted me. I always was in control.

The Gloucestershire farmer had reminded me of the men in the gym, but more honestly built, less malleable perhaps, and a man of determination. A bit of danger for someone like me, who wanted to call all of the shots. He was a man of the fields, big and bulky, but built like a bodybuilder. His muscles were, I’m sure, the result of hard work on the land rather than the artifice of the gym. His cottage had been listed on a gay-friendly Web site, and it had rather explicitly indicated that single, young, gay men were preferred. So I had hope that there would be something to be had from him while I hid away in the Cotswolds and tried to make progress on my book. A bit of dalliance when it pleased me. When I saw him, standing by the cottage door this morning, when I drove up, I almost melted. He was big and beautiful in a brutish, stubbornly arrogant way. I had occasion to hope there would be something from him for me, and even more reason to hope that when he told me that he was single, that he lived alone, and that he worked the farm himself.

I told him I was gay and a writer, and that I had come to write, not to sightsee. I asked him if he was a reader, but he said he was more of a music listener-and a dancer. I had visions of him clogging away at a village fair and regretted that he wasn’t a reader. If he had read my books, he would have known what I wanted from a man like him, what I expected from a man who wanted to go with me. I told him, still hopeful, that I worked mainly at night at the computer and that my mornings, such as they were, were spent spinning the stories in my mind. But the evenings, I said, I usually liked to be away from the writing. I often read in the evening, or talked with someone, if someone was there to talk to.

“I dance in the evenings,” he said, simply. From the first moment, he was direct, straightforward, with me, not the least anxious to fit in with my plans.

I thought then that he hadn’t taken the hint-or, worse, had caught the invitation and had rejected it. I was a bit miffed. I wasn’t used to being rejected. But then, this was England, not the United States. I recognized that tastes could be different by differing location. He looked like he probably fancied someone rougher, less complex, less sophisticated than I was. I had visions that while I was reading in the evening, he would be in the village dancing, probably clogging. I don’t know why I thought they clogged in this region, but it seemed to go with the atmospherics here. Everything was rural. Beautiful, but rural. The farmer seemed rural too. Very basic, probably his whole life devoted to his farm. Rural but beautiful. But seeing him in my mind dancing some silly village dance lessened his appeal to me. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have given up earlier in the day before he set off for his fields; I’d have been at his door asking for a cup of whiskey or something-with the emphasis on the “something.”

The twilight was so inviting that I was sitting at the cottage door next to the rose trellis, using the light streaming through the doorway of the essentially one-room cottage to light my page. I had only read a few pages when I saw him approaching.

He was all cleaned up, a bottle of some liquor-probably a local brew-in his hand. He was stripped to the waist, wearing baggy farmer’s trousers below, which only accentuated the hard, barrel chest and tapering down the torso to flat abs telling the tale of what a serious six pack meant. I gasped at the sight of him, not only the massive musculature of his torso, magnificently cut, but because he had tattooing of roses running down his chest-roses that matched the color of those on the rose trellis next to where I sat.

“I thought you danced in the evenings,” I said in a low, wanting voice as he approached me.

“I do. I think you should dance tonight rather than read. I have come to dance.”

He had also brought CDs. They surprised me. No clogging music here-whatever that was. Not even any fast music. All slow, sensuous, strangely unfamiliar music to me. Sounds of haunting instruments I could not identify and what were either other instrumental sounds or voices in the background, I could not tell which, as well blended in the rest of the music as it was. Behind it all, a good beat. Not a beat that I heard from the beginning, but a beat that became stronger as the evening unraveled.

“The music. Very strange,” I said. “Almost primeval.”

“It’s Celtic music. It’s what I dance to. It is music we use to make love to, out here on the farms.”

Visions of fertility dances in the fields zipped through my brain. How could I use this image in my novels?

We were inside at that point, him standing by the CD player and me sitting on the edge of the bed. There were straight chairs in the room, and a small table near the kitchen bar, but not room for much else. Just a square of space in the center of the room. While standing at the CD player, he undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his fly, and let his farmer’s wide-legged trousers sink to the floor.

Just like that. Straightforward, direct. Sure of himself. Knowing that what he had gave him entry where he wanted to go. Arrogance unbounded.

I moaned. He was in half erection, already magnificent. His thighs were beefy, but all muscle, strong as oaks. The vining from the rose trellis tattoo continued down across his smooth-shaved groin, and wrapped around the base of his cock. He had taken a handful of small packets and a tube of something out of the pocket of his trousers before they fell to the floor, and as I watched, he placed the tube and some of the packets on the table, opened the packet he still was holding, and rolled the condom on his cock. There was no question what he wanted-or that he had plans to get it more than once, if he fancied doing so. For the first time I felt that decisions, control were not mine here. We clearly were on his turf.

No courting here. This was the farm. Do your business and get back to work. I was the business that he would do this evening. Lonely on the farm? Invite a young man to use your cottage and get your rocks off covering him, again and again, if you wanted to. Leave him moaning on his back, unable to close his legs, and go back to the fields whistling.

I shuddered, conflicted by both desire and fear.

He walked to the center of the room. “Come, dance with me.” He was holding an arm out, in invitation.

“I don’t dance. Well, not well,” I answered, my voice more of a croak than as I would have him hear it.

“You can dance with me. I will lead. I will control.”

I bet you will was my thought. I was trembling. I barely could make it up to my feet. I took one step.

“No, take the shorts off first. I want to see you.” and when I had fumbled my way out of the shorts, “Ah, you are a right sexy piece, you are. Turn around. Nice arse that. Plump. Should hole straight and true, and something to grab onto during the slide. I am glad you have booked for two weeks. And you are showing me that you want to dance with me. We will be good dance partners together.”

Just a sexy piece with a nice, plump “arse” to slide into. Just verbal running of the farmer’s hands down the flanks of the livestock. Good breeding stock. The dance crap just so much subterfuge. Not that that mattered, he was such a prime example of manhood. But that cock . . . the size of that.

“I admit I want to . . . but I am frightened. You are so large . . . I’m not accustomed . . .”

“You will love the dance. Come. You answered the advert. We both know what you wanted when you came here. We will both be happy, I’m sure. This is why I make the effort to have this cottage to rent. I make it sound like I prefer single-tenant gay men. If I like the look of them, I cock them. They never complain that I have.”

“That’s rather forward. I-“

“You want me to put you on the cock, don’t you? You nearly ate me up showing that want earlier today.”

I shimmered with uncontrollable arousal at the image of that-made more graphically fascinating by the size of him. It was the writer in me. Too much imagination. “Yes,” I answered in a small voice. I couldn’t lie. And I was already naked before him, my need and want obvious.

“We dance the Dance of the Fuck, then. Now.”

I shuddered when he took me into his arms. He was taller, bulkier, more powerfully built than I was. I had to stand on my tiptoes as, in a close embrace, we moved, back and forth, and against each other. His cock pressed into the center of my chest, into the base of my rib cage. He was gripping my wrists and moved my arms behind me, holding them together at the base of the small of my back. I felt the index finger of one of his hands move down into the upper crack of my buttocks.

The finger was not reaching the rim of my hole, but I found myself wanting it to, rising as much as I could to give it access. It was rubbing inside my cleft, though, and I was opening just at the sensation of him being so close to the quick of me.

I knew I was going to be fucked. I wanted it. He was making me ache for it. All self-assurance, no doubt he knew that. He had made clear he had caught my signaling from that morning. We both knew what he was here to do, what I was here to give him, to take from him.

His lips went to the hollow of my throat. We had moved close to the table where the CD player was resting in the undulation of our bodies in the slow, sensuous dance. I realized only now that this table had been a goal of his. He released my hands, and I sensed him handling something on the table top. As we moved away from the table again, toward the center of the room, I realized what it was he was doing. His hands were wet and slick now.

We stood, in the center of the room, just rocking back and forth with, against each other. His cock was rock hard against my rib cage. I knew mine was too. It was throbbing.

“Yes, yes, yesss,” I murmured as I felt his large hands spanning my buttocks cheeks, squeezing and separating them.

“Oh, god, yesss,” I whimpered, as I felt a finger from each hand, wet and slippery, circling my rim. And then slowly entering me, and pressing on my rim, opening me up.

“Loose. Used. But not loose enough yet for the likes of me.”

Do you have to say every thought out loud? I screamed in my mind. Must you be so casual and coldblooded about it? But then I realized that his language, his actions, the matter-of-fact way he was going about it was much of what was making me melt to him, what was putting me under his power.

Standing and rocking against each other. Aware more now of the music. We were moving to the beat of the music. Or rather, the beautiful farmer was moving us to the rhythm of the music. Controlling, just as he had said he would. And the beat. Becoming more aware that there was a beat at the base of the music, coming more to the foreground.

More fingers, deeper, Spreading me open. I had never felt so open, so slack. I buried my face in his shoulder and panted hard. Roses. My eyes were fixated on the roses, curving with the curve of his hard pecs. A nipple in the center of one rose. This. I would write about this.

“A nice arse. A good hole for it. Tight enough to give me a good feel of it, but open enough for the deep slide and the working of it.”

To me, the beating of my heart, more aware to me now too, was matching the beat of the music.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t wait. I ejaculated between his thighs. I was mortified, and buried my face harder into his shoulder, voicing a shuddered, “Sorry.”

He gave a low laugh. “No worry. I will make you come again . . . and again. A good hole for it, for a good poke, time and again.”

I moaned in anticipation. His lips found mine, and a third finger on each hand invaded my ass, pressing at the rim, coaxing me more open. Pushing my butt cheeks apart with the broad, calloused palms of his hands.

His lips disengaged from mine and went to my ear. “I am putting you to the cock now. You are open enough, I think. If not, I have something that will stretch you to fit soon enough. Maybe not the first time, but afterwards. The dick is wanting its hole something fierce.”

“Yes, oh, god, yes,” I moaned. Such bald language, arousing now that I was being worked-like the matter-of-fact way he had declared he was going to fuck me. Probably straightforward because of the nearness of a farmer to the basic functions and realities of life. Also because he was fully aware of who he was, what he had, what men like me wanted from him, whether we ourselves fully understood that or not. Intoxicating. Enough so that I didn’t consider the ominous “I have something that will stretch you.”

“Raise your right leg to my hip,” he whispered. “You’ll ride the cock with me standing the first time, I think. You’ll enjoy it; it gives a good angle. Not a full slide, but we can get to that in time. A right good ass; I’ll want to use it more.”

Shaking almost uncontrollably, I raised my calf to his hip. Still clutching, spreading, my buttocks with his hands, fingers still inside my entrance, rubbing and coaxing the rim to expand, he lifted me and crouched a bit, with a thigh pressing into me under the leg I had lifted.

I felt the bulb of his cock at my entrance. It was massive. I whimpered. “You are too big.”

“We will manage. You are used regular, I can get the feel of that. You will take it. Your body will open right up to it. It wants the cock. The gut knows what it wants and will do what is needed. We were meant to dance this dance.”

His fingers were still stretching me open as much as they could as, grunting, he moved his bulb inside me. I was panting heavily, and groaning and close to tears. It had been nothing like this with the men in the gym. None of them were built like this English farmer. None of them were as forceful or determined. None of them had the gall to tell me what I wanted. I had told him he was too big. He hadn’t seen it as a problem.

But, he was right. I wanted it so much. “Ahhhhhhhhh.”

“Arch back from me,” he commanded. His voice was demanding, like he was trying to override my approach toward hyperventilating. “Don’t worry; I will hold you.”

He was so powerful and his rough hands were so broad and strong, that I believed him.

“It will roll your pelvis up to me. The angle will be better, the channel straighter for the cock.” He crouched a bit again, ready to maintain our balance by offsetting the arching of my torso. Again, the straightforward, confident, bald talk of the rudimentary elements of the fuck. Again, too, the understanding of the basic mechanics of it. Almost clinical. He just wanted to get deep inside me, to come inside me. Get his rocks off and get back to the fields. A barnyard breeding. The farm stud.

But he was a stud.

I wanted him inside me as much as he wanted to be there. I was crazy to be doing this. I couldn’t take a cock this big-and wouldn’t enjoy it if I did. But, god, I wanted him deep inside me. None of what I wanted mattered now, though, he was going to fuck me. He was exuding no doubt. To him it was all mechanics; just a day on the farm, studding the livestock. A bit of pleasure in the process. His pleasure.

I arched back, afraid that I might fall back, but he smoothly counterbalanced with his crouch and I managed to grip his upper arms-massively muscular, making me melt to him even in the heat of trying to sheath his cock, and he was still holding my lower body close to his with the strength of his hands gripping my buttocks.

“I can support you. The cock wants this angle.”

“Please, please, pleaseplease,” I chanted in a faraway voice as, my prayer being answered, I felt his cock sliding slowly inside me, stretching and filling me. Knowing every inch of me inside as it sank into me; knowing too that the channel would expand to accommodate, to welcome the long slide. Making me pant and groan and moan. He was inside me. He was inside me! I wanted to shout for joy. I was taking him. It was throbbing inside me. Waiting, poised.

“There, the gut knows what it will take. A good angle and straight channel. Fully saddled. We can dance the fuck now.” Like he was talking to some vet inseminating his prize brood mare.

I felt the fingers sliding out of me, their work finished. His hands went to my waist.

“Lift the other leg. Lock your ankles behind my back.”

“Please. Please.”

“What?”

“Please be patient with me. Please don’t ruin me. It . . . is . .. so . . .big.”

It was idiotic. I didn’t know what I wanted by saying this at this point. I already was holed. But, yes, yes, I did. I wanted some sign from him before he started what came next that this was lovemaking, not just breeding, not just the primeval need to ejaculate. That he wanted me because he was attracted to me, not just because I had a channel and he wanted his huge cock sheathed tonight, just wanted a vessel to spill his seed in, had to get his rocks off. Throwing in my face that I had come onto him. Leaving me no shred of belief that I controlled . . . anything.

But then, what if he did? What if he only wanted his pleasure? The offer of the cottage had been clear enough. He was being completely honest. And I couldn’t deny that he was giving me what I hoped to find here.

Thoughts of my own behavior, back in New York, floated through my brain. Isn’t the way he was treating me no more impersonal than I treated those men in the gym? Letting them fuck me just to help push me beyond a blockage in my writing. I told them what they could do, how they could do it. Using them just like this self-confident farmer was going to use me, was already using me. Was I any more thoughtful of their needs than he was of mine?

“You came to me for the hard cocking. I see nothing innocent in you. Your gut speaks for what you want. The looseness of the gut tells me what you’ll take.”

No mercy to be had. What could I say to that? He was absolutely right.

He laughed a low laugh. “We will dance well together. Before the night is through, we will fit perfectly. Raise your other leg, or I will raise it for you. The cock wants it.”

I let out a low sob and raised my leg. I also started to raise my torso to him.

“No, stay arched back. The angle is good. The angle is good for you, is it not? I am in deep, no? You feel me deep inside? It will be a long, straight stroke. The cock wants a long stroke.”

The cock wants this; the cock wants that. What about what I want? But I knew what I wanted. I wanted the cock.

“You’re so big, so deep,” I murmured. It came out with another low sob, but also with a sense that he was concerned for my pleasure after all, if only a little. I needed more from him. “No man has ever been that deep. You are magnificent.”

Pimping for some sign of passion for me.

Nothing. But perhaps the intensity with which he was concentrating on the fuck should give me an indication how much he wanted it.

“Good. It’s a good angle for me. I can stroke deep, long. Listen to the music. Feel the beat. This is the Dance of Life sonata. This movement is the primeval Dance of the Fuck.” He laughed and I didn’t know whether to take him seriously or not. His terminology was idiotic. It was just a fuck. But this was not a moment to give it any thought. “We will dance now, you and I. The Dance of the Fuck.”

And then he began to pump me, pulling me back and forth on his cock, leveraging me with those beefy hands on my waist. He must have timed this with the music he knew was coming, because as the beat increased in the music and became louder and louder, his pumping kept up with the beat, fucking faster and deeper and harder. Pulling me further out now. Slamming me back down on the cock harder each time. He was shuffling his feet too, dancing in place, groaning and grunting now. Getting his rocks off. I was crying out with each deep thrust. He didn’t care. Eventually I was crying out for each deep thrust. He laughed.

“It is good for you. I knew you wanted it hard. Keep the angle. The deep stroke is good.”

I was lost to him and the music. Writhing under his power, begging him to slow down, to stop for a rest, to speed up, to never stop. No indication he even was listening to me. Babbling and digging my fingernails into his upper arms, unable even to break the skin as thick and tightly stretched as the skin was over his muscles. He was indestructible, unstoppable, unflappable, Supercocker; I was whatever he wanted me to be. Just a tight sheath for his cock, a vessel for his primeval need to fuck. And overwhelmed by the beat of the music, the pumping of the cock.

He fucked me for an eternity. Long, hard, deep. The thought racing across my mind: just like the cock wanted it.

Just like I was loving it, like never before. He had known what I wanted after all.

I ejaculated again, and he laughed. Then he slowed down the pumping to where he was just standing there, rocking back and forth on his feet. The CD was changing to different music. Softer, less primeval.

“Oh, god . . . that . . . was . . . I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s not finished yet. I haven’t come.”

Oh, shit.

He revolved me on his cock, instructing me what to do with my legs and arms, so that, still plastered to his pelvis, I was hanging off the front of him, facing away from him, my ankles hooked on the tops of his calves and my fists locked behind his neck, him half crouching to make my smallness accommodate to his height. The beat of the music started going faster again and pushing into the foreground, and, holding my waist in his hands, he was pumping me again . . . slamming my channel up and down on his cock, all glorious primeval brutality now . . . eventually to his own ejaculation.

We held there for the longest minute, both panting hard, both animals of the farm, having expended the red-hot, uncontrollable heat of doing what nature told us we must do.

“That was a good one.”

Simply that. Good? That was stupendous. I had never been so fully fucked before.

I had visions of me on all fours, like a farmyard animal, and him covering me and fucking me like a dog or a sheep. A horse. Yes, a horse, with that horse cock of his. A stud bull. Treating me just like any other animal he possessed. No condom in this vision. Strongly shooting off inside me, flooding me with semen. Breeding me, seeding me. Drowning in his hot cum. Just another day on the farm. But me loving every thrust of him. My eyes darting around the farmyard, looking for, yearning for his approach. Going down on all fours for him. Raising my “arse” for the long, thick slide of him.

“We will dance on the bed.”

“Oh, god. I don’t know if I-“

“Not right away. But later. Now we both rest.”

“I can’t, again, tonight,” I murmured as he let me down and helped me to hobble to the bed and lay down. He sat on the bed beside me, moving a hand over my chest and belly, going to my nipples to tweak them.

“You were good,” he said. “The best in some time. We dance well together. You are well used. The gut opens as needed.”

I melted. Despite the bald, rude language, he wanted me. Me. Not just my ass. He was still here. Why was I trying to send him away?

“Anyone ever compare you to a stud bull?” I asked. I think I meant that as an admonishment, a jab at his self-possessed doggedness, a teasing of how much he obviously thought of himself. The basic animalism of him was flooding my brain. A character was forming to intrude himself into my current book. Primitive, powerful, a stud bull, one who took what he wanted, when he wanted it. A prime breeder.

I wanted to get at the computer keyboard. And yet that was just my brain. That’s not what my body was telling me I wanted.

“Yes, often,” he said, with a smile, the possible criticism of it flying right over his head. “I am the best you will have here. We start again soon. I think I cock you better than you have had. I think you don’t have a stud bull in America like me.”

As arrogant as he was about it, I could not naysay him.

“I can’t anymore tonight. It was . . . terrific. Well, more than terrific. Beyond my wildest dreams of what I could have here. But I work at night. I fuck for inspiration. I have inspiration for two novels after that . . . remarkable fuck.”

“You are here for two weeks. You don’t have to write on the first night. We will dance on the bed tonight-and maybe in the morning too, before I go to the fields, before dawn. You are one sexy piece.”

“I . . .” He was stroking my cock. And my cock was appreciating the attention. I looked and saw that his cock was already engorging again as well. Magnificent. A horse. A stud bull. And he had been inside me-to the root. And I had taken it all.

“We will take this night for cocking.” It wasn’t a question.

I moaned and stretched out on the bed, turning on my back and flexing my muscles, working the kinks out from the demanding positions already taken. I almost felt like I was purring. I wondered if he could hear me purring. My pelvis was moving with his stroking of my cock. I willed it to stop, but it wouldn’t. He made a circle of his fingers, and my cock was slowly, sensuously stroking in the sheath it provided-on its own accord.

“You want me again. Now. You ache to have my cock inside you again.”

Had I, in fact, been purring and he had heard it? Why couldn’t I control my cock?

The music on the CD that had been muted in the interim was growing noticeably in volume and beat.

“I really can’t.” Fighting for some shred of control-over myself as much as over him.

He came up on the bed, stretching himself beside me. The beat of the music was picking up. He managed to trap my wrists in the powerful grip of one hand and pulled them over my head. The other hand, palm up, was pressing between my thighs. My body lost all loyalty to my intentions. My legs, on their own, spread, my knees went up, my heels dug into the bedspread, and my pelvis rolled up to him as two beefy fingers entered my ass, found my prostate, started to rub.

“I think I could get the whole fist up here now.”

I froze, panicked.

“But such a sweet arse is for the cock.”

I relaxed, but only a bit. The rubbing of the fingers was sending me over the moon.

Yes, fuck me again. Deep and hard. You know what I like. Better than I do.

I hadn’t said it out loud, had I? No, I don’t think so. He hadn’t responded.

I looked wildly up into his eyes. His face was smiling, his eyes were flashing the totality of his control, his intention. His assurance that it was what I wanted. Looking away, my gaze went down the length of his achingly beautiful muscular chest.

How had he managed to get another condom on? I had seen him take the other one off and toss it on the floor, mesmerized by how bloated it was with creamy cum. Remembering shivering at the thought of him barebacking me, breeding me, the explosive ejaculation deep inside me and the lathering of my channel with all that cum. Aching for his cum, his total possession of me. Oh, shit. There were two more packets on the bedspread.

My eyes went back to his face.

“The Dance of the Bed,” he murmured.

I started to weakly, unconvincingly object again, but his lips were covering mine, his tongue pushing them apart and invading. The music was getting louder, the beat more demanding.

He was turning me on my side, his fingers out of my channel now. He was raising my leg with a firm grip. The bulb of his cock at my entrance.

YES!

Again, I hadn’t actually screamed that, had I?

I broke from the kiss, arched my back, and howled to the thatched ceiling above our heads, as he slid into me again. “Oh, god, you are so big. Oh shit. So deep so fast.”

This time, though, I found it wasn’t an objection. It was glorious. He had been right. We were ideal dancing partners. Now he fit me perfectly. Reamed to fit him.

“See,” he said, full of his rightness, “the gut has its measure now. You want it. You want it big. You don’t have a stud bull in America. You came here for this cock. You came to my farm looking for a stud bull. And you found one. It’s all good for you.”

God knows he was right. For two weeks he’d be going to his fields, whistling, and I’d be laying here, moaning, and not being able to close my legs. And loving every thrust of it.

He began to rock against me, moving his cock inside me, not pumping yet. I moved my hips too, realizing that it was to the beat of the music.

The beginning of the Dance of the Bed.

“Open your gut to me,” he growled. I grabbed my butt cheeks and spread them as much as I could, doing everything I could to respond to his demands.

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‘Oh, fuck!’ I cried as my cum shot sailed a good ten feet across the room. It narrowly missed the man responsible for the load.

‘Damn, boy! You needed that didn’t you?’ crooned my lover, Drew. Despite the fact that he had already shot his seed into my tight ass, he’d stayed rock hard until I could have an orgasm. Which I desperately needed…

As I climbed off of Drew’s prick, I kissed him softly on the lips. ‘I love you,’ I whispered in his ear and climbed off the bed to shower before my class. I grabbed a towel from the closet and glanced back at Drew on the bed. He was sleeping, or at least pretending to be…I stared for a moment, thinking about how happy I was with him.

Over the last month, I’d become somewhat of a celebrity on campus. My role as Romeo was widely celebrated, and people would always tell me how much they enjoyed my performance. Even some of Drew’s fraternity brothers…

As I set about my routine, I thought about how lucky I was to have everything going so well in my life. I had Drew, a nice bit of fame going, and my grades were better than ever.

As I let the shower warm up, I took in my reflection before the steam fogged up the mirror. A handsome 20 year old stared back at me with green eyes and dark hair. I had a bit of stubble growing in on my face, but I didn’t mind. While I had always preferred to be clean shaven, Drew admitted he liked men with some fuzz on their faces, so I decided to keep it.

I showered, cleaning every inch of my body. I stretched and relaxed, knowing I had time to do so.

After about 15 minutes, I turned the water off and pulled back the shower curtain, and saw my body’s reflection in the mirror. My cock bouncing between my legs, balls nice and low. Abs cutting into my skin. I was glad to have worked on fitness during Romeo and Juliet. The sword fighting had really helped too.

I dried off and sauntered back into Drew’s room. Luckily, he was just elected president of his fraternity, and he was able to get his own bedroom, a private bathroom with a tub, and a walk in closet. I hardly spent any time in my own house anymore. He had great stuff, and was so classy. Not to mention we were the same size, so I would wear his clothes if I needed to. Today was one of those days.

Passing Drew, now actually asleep in his bed, I went into the closet and retrieved a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, careful to pick one that didn’t have his Greek letters on it. After I styled my hair and groomed myself to make sure I looked good, I walked over to Drew, watching him sleep for a moment. With a kiss to his forehead, I left him there, naked, with only one leg and his thick member covered up. He was too beautiful.

I loved him.

Since it had been a month since we’d made our relationship official, some of his fraternity brothers knew I stayed over. They didn’t seem to mind me walking through their house. As long as I wasn’t around for their rituals and members only practices. That was alright with me.

As I left Drew’s room and walked down the stairs, I ran into Alex, one of Drew’s frat brothers. He was about 5’11” with platinum blonde hair, cropped short to his skull. He had bright blue eyes, and always seemed to dress like a surfer. He hardly wore shirts half the time. Today, he was wearing a green tank top, but seemed to have misplaced his pants…his tight white boxer briefs clung to a package that I tried hard not to look at, but unfortunately failed…

Damn…

‘Hey, Alex!’ I said, trying to pull my focus away from his bulge. ‘Forgetting something?’

‘Yeah, dude. I did laundry last night and now I don’t have any clean shorts. Gotta bust out the jeans again, man,’ he answered. ‘You doin’ okay?’

‘Yes, thanks, Alex,’ I said. ‘I’m just on my way to my history class.’

‘Cool, man, have fun!’ he said, smiling a nice smile.

With that, he wandered past me to continue up the stairs. Temptation got the better of me, and I snuck a peek at his ass. I was greeted by what appeared to be a white bubble floating up the stairs. Although I had just cum all over Drew’s room, my dick stiffened a bit at the thought of Alex’s tight butt…

Immediately I felt guilty. How could I even be thinking about another guy when mine was so fantastic? I mean, yeah, Alex is very attractive, but I should be happy with Drew!

Life is confusing sometimes…

I spent yet another history class contemplating what had preceded it…the first time was when I had sucked Drew off in the bathroom, and now this…after a while I had to force myself to pay attention and get over it. Just because I thought another guy was sexy doesn’t mean I love Drew any less.

After class let out, I headed over to the dining hall, where I was supposed to meet Drew for dinner. We now preferred to sit at our own table away from our Greek brothers, due to tensions. Strangely enough, they let well enough alone and let he and I eat in peace.

I wandered through the line, getting a few items. Not much, though. I wasn’t very hungry. My stomach and mind were still churning, consumed with guilty thoughts about Alex and his tight ass. Grabbing a drink, I then sought out my boyfriend, Drew. He was sitting in the corner of the cafeteria in a booth made for two. He looked so beautiful as I slid in across from him.

‘Hey, stud. How was class?’ he asked, smiling as he did so.

‘Eh, it was alright. I couldn’t really pay attention.’

‘Thinking about our afternoon romp, eh?’ he grinned, making me smile. It had been my first orgasm in a week. As if reading my mind, Drew continued. ‘I’m sorry we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together this week. Well, at least that way. Normally when I get back to the room I’m so tired that all I want to do is just cuddle up next to you and sleep.’

‘Hey,’ I began, grabbing his hand. ‘Don’t worry about it. You just started your presidency, and we both knew it would be a hell of a job. You’ll get used to it, and we’ll have to just fuck when we can! I love falling asleep in your arms just as much as I love feeling that cock of yours inside me.’

‘Mmm, you keep talking about cocks and I’m going to bend you over this table right here and now.’

‘Tempting, tempting,’ I teased. ‘But I’m starving, and I’m sure you are too. Besides, I think that plowing me in public at dinner time would hurt your reputation a bit, and I don’t want that. But I also don’t want everyone here to see your body. It’s mine.’

‘Oh, really? I was under the impression that my body was mine,’ he said, giving me a coy smile.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Even after a month, he still knew how to surprise me. I absolutely loved that about him.

As we settled into our food, I couldn’t help but look around at everyone else in the room. I thought of how I would just be part if a crowd if it wasn’t for the man across from me. It made me happy to know that someone out there loved me, no matter what.

So I decided to come clean.

‘Drew, can I tell you something?’

‘Sure, babe, you can tell me anything.’

‘Well, it’s kind of a confession…’

Drew just looked at me.

I breathed in. ‘Okay, so I’ve been wrestling with guilt all day, and I feel absolutely terrible about this, so I just need to tell you. As I was leaving your room, I ran into Alex on the stairs. He wasn’t wearing any pants, just underwear and I couldn’t help but look at his package and then as I left I stared back at his ass and I just feel really guilty because you’re all I should need and I love you so much.’

I pretty much said all of that in one breath. After a moment of staring at me, Drew began to smile, and laugh, and he grabbed my hand again.

‘Oh, Topher, I love you so much,’ he said. ‘I figured something was up with you, but this is nothing! So you looked at another guy’s bulge and his ass! Alex is hot, you’d have to be blind not to notice. Besides, he already told me he caught you looking.’

‘Oh my God.’

‘What? He was very flattered. And I’m ecstatic that you were honest with me. I knew I could trust you.’

‘Drew, you are so incredible. I’ve just been in agony all afternoon, and I’m so glad you’re not mad at me.’

He leaned across the table and kissed me softly. ‘I’m never breaking up with you.’

I turned red, which only made him chuckle. ‘You are so adorable. So, moving on past that, what do you want for your birthday?’

Oh, damn. My birthday, I’d almost forgotten! I turned 21 tomorrow.

‘I don’t really want to do anything but spend all day and night in your arms. Tomorrow is Saturday after all. No class! I don’t want to get wasted, either. I want to remember my first birthday I spend with you.’

‘Okay, fair enough. But at least take one shot with me tonight. I’ve already got something up my sleeve. Now, you go to your room until 8:00, and then come over to the house, and I’ll be waiting.’

My heart began racing. Hopefully this was a romantic thing. After a quick kiss, I left the cafeteria to head to my room. It was close to 6:00 now…what the hell was I supposed to do?

I spent about 30 minutes pacing about in my room, thinking about what lay ahead. I was nervous and excited. I trusted Drew.

Even though I had showered about four hours ago, I felt like I needed to again, this time taking extra time to make sure it was clean. After I was done, I had only 30 minutes to go.

I dressed in my own clothes this time, choosing a red t-shirt and some tight jeans, no underwear. It would just complicate things later…

I wandered out of the house, a few of my brothers wishing me a happy early birthday as I went. I felt special. It’s not every day that you turn 21.

I got to Drew’s house at 7:58, two minutes early. I knocked, and he opened the door immediately.

‘Good evening, Mr. James,’ he said, his tone sending shivers down my spine.

‘Good evening, Mr. Wallace,’ I replied.

Drew looked beautiful in a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a pair of khakis cupped his package well. God, he was so perfect.

‘Come in, please,’ he said, and taking my hand, he led me past the front door. I was expecting to go to his room, but instead he picked me up and carried me down the stairs to the basement. It triggered a memory in me, and before I knew it, I remembered why. This was where we’d fucked for the first time.

The basement hadn’t changed in the two months since, only this time the pool table had a candle on it, and two small pieces of cheesecake lay on fancy plates.

‘Happy birthday, Topher,’ Drew whispered in my ear, and my heart felt like it could burst. It was the sweetest thing! I kissed him on the mouth, and he eagerly responded, causing my cock to start rising up in my jeans.

After a moment, he broke away and I nipped at his neck, playfully.

‘Whoa, stud, not yet. Let’s enjoy this moment for at least a couple minutes.’

And I giggled as he set me on the pool table. Drew sat across from me as I tasted the cheesecake on the table. It was delicious.

We sat in silence, taking in each other in the candlelight. I thought of how lucky I was, yet again. My man was the best ever.

Soon, the dessert was gone.

‘Now can we fuck?’

‘There’s that attitude I love,’ he said, smiling. ‘But not yet. I have another surprise for you. Now, I don’t know if you’ll be into this or not, but I think you will be. Besides, he’s kind of wanting to get to know you better.’

Confused as to what was happening, Drew hopped off the pool table and walked over to a closet. Opening the door and grinning, he looked over at me, and I looked inside.

Alex was standing there in nothing but those white boxer briefs. Hot damn.

‘Hey, Topher. I figured you liked what you saw, earlier.’

‘Oh, God, I’m so embarrassed!’ I said, my face flushing. Drew rushed to my side.

‘No, baby, don’t be embarrassed! This is part of your present! You remember how last week we talked about how you’ve always wanted a threesome?’

Suddenly, everything clicked in my head. Drew had taken my words to heart and was wanting to make one of my fantasies come true. While it was a tad awkward having it thrown at me, I couldn’t deny Alex’s sexy ass or cock.

‘I want you and I to fuck him together,’ Drew whispered in my ear. ‘He’s aching to feel your cock, babe.’

‘Oh, hell. Bring it on.’

With that, I beckoned Alex to me, and I kissed him on the mouth, exploring his mouth with my tongue. Drew stepped in behind him and began massaging his ass with his hands. I felt Alex rubbing the front of my jeans, in which my prick was rising fast. I knew I had to get it out soon.

Ending the kiss, I pushed Alex’s head between my legs and humped his face a bit. My mouth found Drew’s, and suddenly my cock was out in the air. My pants ended up around my ankles and Alex took me in his mouth.

‘Oh!’ I moaned, loudly. Taking a second to look around, I saw Alex’s blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock, Drew had taken off his khakis and shirt and Alex’s underwear had been torn off of him, the pieces scattered around the floor. His gorgeous ass mesmerizing me as Drew fondled it.

Breaking his mouth away from mine, Drew took this time to warm Alex up for the pounding to come. His soft tongue found Alex’s hole, and I about blew my load. Watching my man tongue someone else’s hot ass was so erotic and sexy. Alex began to moan and push his ass back into Drew’s face.

‘Oh, fuck me man, just stick that cock in me!’

‘You want it, Topher? Come get it, he’s ready.’

I didn’t need telling twice. Drew and I switched places, and I found myself behind Alex’s ass. Wanting a taste for myself, I stuck my tongue on the beautiful pink hole, and Alex quivered, then forced my face into his ass with his strong arms, shouting out as he did so.

Pulling my head back up for air, I placed the tip of my hard cock into the hole, and gently pushed forward, sliding into the recesses of that perfect ass.

‘Oh, fuck!’ I shouted, not expecting the pleasure I felt. I’d never fucked a guy before. Finding a rhythm was easy, seeing as Alex began to work in the middle of Drew and I. When I would thrust, he’d move up on Drew’s cock with his mouth. We were like a well oiled machine.

‘God damn, babe, seeing you fuck someone is so fucking hot!’ Drew moaned as I saw him stiffen, and he began shooting his load into Alex’s mouth. Alex gobbled it up, hungrily. I knew I was close to cumming.

I just kept staring at Drew, in the throes of pleasure, with Alex licking the remaining cum off of Drew’s throbbing cock, and I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I shot a good quart of cum into Alex, who’s ass seemed to pulse and shake with every burst.

‘Oh, fuck yes!’ I shouted. Alex stood up off of my cock and began jerking off his hard member. Drew and I both got on our knees and began sucking and licking on his shaft, his thick prick between our lips. After only about thirty seconds, he shot a thick wad across the basement floor, shouting as he did so.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor.

‘That…that was amazing!’ I cried, smacking Alex on his firm backside. ‘Thank you both so much!’

‘You’re welcome, babe. It’s all for you!’

‘You felt so fuckin’ good man!’ Alex said, and I couldn’t help but smile.

After a couple of moments, Drew stood up and again went to the closet, this time pulling out a bottle of honey whiskey, and three shot glasses.

‘In honor of my Topher on his 21st birthday, let’s take a shot!’

I couldn’t refuse. The honey whiskey was sweet, yet it burned a bit on the way down.

It was the best night of my life.

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Maintenance Call

It was a late night closing at the bar and I came home exhausted. I barely had enough energy to strip off my clothes and fall into bed. So I was not too happy when there was a loud banging at the door at 9 o’clock in the morning. I jump out of bed and stomped to the door, throwing it open.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled. I regretted my words as soon as they came out of my mouth.

“Hey Ben, maintenance.” Standing at the door was Craig, the head of maintenance for my apartment complex. I forgot that I scheduled him to come fix my leaky faucet.

“Damn! Craig! I’m so sorry!” I stammered. “I forgot you were coming today and I had a late night.”

“Ha! No worries,” He smiled and glanced down.

I followed his gaze and turned red. I was so pissed somebody was at my door so early, I forgot to put on any clothes. All I was sporting was my gray cotton boxer briefs and a little bit of a morning wood. Of course the site of Craig at my door didn’t help matters.

I had the hots for Craig ever since I moved in. I just got a job in town and didn’t know anybody who could help me move my shit. He saw my struggling with my mattress up the stairs and came to my rescue. He and I spent the next hour hauling boxes and furniture and when we were done, both of us were sweaty and shirtless. I couldn’t help sneaky peaks at this gorgeous man. He had short brown hair, green eyes, perpetual five o’clock shadow and well groomed hairy chest that led my eyes straight to the waistband of his shorts. And here is was standing at my door, wearing a tattered pair of jeans and a grease stained white tee. I could see glimpses of red and white plaid boxers underneath the holes of his worn out pants.

“Shit!” I made a half-ass attempt to cover my growing wood. “Come on in. You get started and I’ll go put on some shorts.”

Craig went straight into the kitchen as I started to my room.

“Again, no worries Ben.” Craig called from the kitchen, his tool box clattering on the floor. “You’d be surprised by how often I’m greeted at the door by people in their underwear.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. I figured that Craig was straight and that he got plenty of ass. But this… this was maybe a chance to get a nice hot story and made some fodder for the jack-off files. I went back to the kitchen and stood in the doorway.

“Are you serious?” I asked, hoping to get him to tell more. And he did not disappoint.

“Fuck yeah!” He said with a laugh. He was on his back, head under the sink. He was working at a pipe and his shirt was pulled up so I could see the bottom of his stomach, right where his hair was peeking out of his boxers.

“I’ve probably scene half of these crazy chicks in this place in their kinkiest shit. You know Mrs. Vanderpump? That cougar with the huge tits in 30B. She complains about shit all the time, hoping I’ll bang ‘er. Most of the stuff is totally faked. One day she calls me in to fix a squeaky cabinet. She comes to the door and her tits and pussy are covered in whipped cream.”

“No shit!” Since Craig can’t see me, his head being under my sink and all, I start rubbing my cock over my boxers. “What happened? You lick her clean?”

Craig chuckled. “I fixed her cabinet! None of these chicks have anything that really interests me.”

Then, something happened that only happens in a gay man’s fantasies. Craig’s wrench slipped and water started to spray all over him. He cursed and retightened the fixture, stopping the sudden flow of water. But the damage was done, Craig was soaked.

“Oh my god!” I yelled and started to go help. Craig came out from under the sink, looked up and started laughing. “What?”

But he just leaned back and continued to chuckle. After a few seconds I got it. I was standing there, still in my boxers but my morning wood had transformed into a raging boner.

“Fuck!” I yelled and turned to leave when I felt Craig grab my arm.

He turned me to face him. His shirt was soaked through and nearly transparent. I could see several details of his chest and abs. His pants were wet around the waist and clung to his hips. They hung so close I would see the outline of his cock as it started to swell.

“Hey,” he said, still holding me by the arm. “I’m all soaked here. I think the least you could do is help me dry off.”

“Yeah,” I stammered, not believing what was actually happening. “I guess. Um, let me help you take your shirt off.” He lifted up his arms as I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. I turned to put it on the counter and turned back around, Craig had dropped his pants and had gotten right up next to me and I rubbed up against him. I could feel his damp boxers through my own. His hard dick brushed up against mine and the friction between the two gave me shivers. Our chests were nearly touching and his face was so close to mine I could feel his breath.

He chuckled again. “You know how Mrs. Vanderpump fakes broken shit to get me to bang her. I’ve always wanted to fake an accident like that so I could get at somebody.”

“Really?”

“Fuck, yeah. Then you move in and I’ve been hoping something of yours could break so I could get the chance. I mean, damn, I’ve wanted to get with you ever since I helped you move.”

“R-really?”

As an answer, Craig grabs my cock and starts to kiss my neck. He massages my dick outside my boxers as he slowly makes his way to my ear. Instinctively, I reach for his dick and begin to massage it. I let out a moan as he begins to nibble on my ear. Soon we are kissing, our tongues fighting for space in each other’s mouths as our hands aggressively move across our bodies, our hard cocks rubbing against each other.

As we are making out, I reach down to his boxers, playing with the waistband before reaching in and grabbing his hardon. I’m not surprised when I grab ahold of a thick, 8 inch cock. Of course, I’m no slacker, my own dick wasn’t nearly as thick but just as long as Craig’s. I pull down his boxers and take out his cock. It’s still wet. Wetter still from the precum that started to ooze out. I get down on my knees and start to lick the tip of his penis. He starts to moan as I start to take the full length of him.

I go down on Craig, slowly sucking more and more of his throbbing cock. I’m holding his huge dick with one and with the other I pull out my own and play with it. He’s groaning loudly after a few minutes of this, one hand rubbing the back of my head and the other gently playing with his nipple. I reach up and play with his other nipple, gently pinch and twisting it. He responds almost immediately, starting to thrust and fuck my face. I gag as I try to keep up. Soon, Craig stiffens and I take his cock out of my mouth just in time to take his entire load all over the bottom of my face. I get a small taste of his salty cum. Craig looks as if he is about to collapse, his face stuck in an “oh” of pleasure.

I grab a towel from the counter and wipe my face, giving Craig a chance to recover.

“Fuck! I haven’t cum like that in ages.” Craig says with another laugh. “Now I want to return the favor.”

He trades positions with me and is in front of me, on his knees. At this point I couldn’t imagine lasting longer than 8 seconds, but somehow I hold myself together as Craig takes my balls in his mouth and plays with my cock. He alternates between sucking my cock and my balls as I groan loudly with pleasure. After a few moments, Craig grabs my ass and starts to finger me. That does it.

“I’m gonna cum!” I shout. Craig takes me out of his mouth and points my cock down, my cum squirting all over his hairy chest. I pant deeply from exertion as I watch him rub my cum all over his chest.

“Wow.” It’s all I can say after what transpired. Craig gets up, kisses me on the mouth.

“Yeah, wow,” He replies, kissing me again.

Needless to say, after this encounter, there have been a rash of leaky faucets and squeaky cabinets in my apartment.

I reached around Eric and cupped his round smooth ass cheeks in my hands and gave a playful squeeze.

“And these are mine tonight!” I said.

“Petey, all of me is yours tonight!” Eric said correcting me.

“Unless of course, you want to skip breakfast and see what we could do now?” Eric added, moving in for another deep open mouth kiss and immediately sending my mind skyward, and getting my cock growing again!

“You so need to tell me how you learned to fuck a guy so well!” I said before my mind went back to its pure state of bliss.

I held Eric tightly and he looked in my eyes.

“So you think you are hard enough to give me a good fucking babe?” Eric asked.

“You make me so hard all the time!” I responded.

“Then do you want me on my back facing you or doggie style on my knees?” Eric offered.

“Doggie style? I am definitely not your first then am I?” I asked with a slight frown.

“You are the first guy I have made love to! But yes, I did have sex with another guy once. I think once I tell you about it, you’ll be just fine. He’s a great guy but you have nothing to be concerned about, honest! But for now, its you I want to feel deep inside me! Got it!” Eric said.

I looked him in his eyes and knew I believed him and trusted him. “Then on your back. I want to watch you when I have you!” I answered. In no time, he was holding up his legs into his chest and I looked down and marveled at his beautiful cock and balls. His cock was already hard, pulsing with life and offering a few pearly liquid drops. I leaned in, holding his legs apart at his knees and gently licked his cock head clean, only to see a few additional drops quickly appear. I licked down the length of his cock and found his balls. I took one ball in my mouth and gently tugged the other one with my fingers, gently massaging the loose crinkly skin. I then popped out one ball to give the other a loving bath in my mouth. Eric cooed in delight. My hands now free massaged and felt up his firm sculpted abs and belly. I was in heaven, and from the sounds Eric was making, he was too!

Feeling adventurous and wanting to please my partner as much as possible, I ran my tongue under his ball sack and along that little ridge of skin that we all have down there and love to flick or have flicked for us! My tongue found his hole and lightly bathed his rim with my tongue, feeling the ridges and crevices of his skin. My tongue darted in once or twice, tasting only the saltiness of his sweat and a bit of the soapy smell from his late night shower when our “romance” truly began. I could feel Eric squirm above me as I tongued his ass.

“Oh Petey, oh lordy, that feels so fucking amazing!” Eric cried out. I knew I was doing well and continued, adding my fingers to his ass as I gently massaged his hole while tonguing his rim. I watched his pucker loosen and I knew it was time to switch tools on him! I positioned my self above him and position my raging cock against his hole. Unsure what to expect, I pushed in slowly. I heard him wince when my cockhead popped in, and held position, waiting for him to get use to having me. Whatever guy on guy experience he might have add, I was no longer concerned, as his reaction showed that he was truly enjoying me.

After waiting a few moments more, I pushed my hips forward a bit and pushed more of my hard cock into Eric’s sweet ass. I loved the heat and tightness that I felt and moved ever deeper; slowly slowly until I felt I was all in! I looked up at Eric’s smiling face looking back at me.

“I want all of you!” he said. “You have all of me already babe. I am balls to the wall!” I announced.

“Feels good Petey!” he replied. “Now fuck the living daylights out of me!” Eric directed.

And so I did! Slowly at first, and gaining momentum as I went, I held my body over his while my hips pumped and grinded over him, my cock a wild piston pumping in and out of my lover’s sweet ass. It felt so good. It felt so right. I was in absolute heaven, and didn’t want this moment to end. I could feel my cock stiffen and grow even more, as I felt Eric’s ass both loosen and contract as I went.

“So close, so close!” I warned.

“And look at what you’re doing to me,” Eric gasped, motioning to his hard twitching cock between us which was leaking his juices profusely. The sight of his naked hard body and pulsing cock on display pushed me over. I rammed in one final time, pushing my eager cock to its limit and felt my body quake and spasm, draining itself once again. I had no idea my balls could offer so much in so short a time period. My hard thrusts obviously had a similar effect on Eric, as I watched his cock spurt like an out of control fire hose, thick and wild and spewing from the head! My body slowed, and my hips pumped a few more times, getting more sensitive and ready to take a break! My breathing slowed as my eyes locked with Eric’s, both grinning that grin of satisfaction that can only come after a good sweet orgasm. Our bodies shiny with the glow of lovemaking sweat, I finally pulled out and slowly let myself fall onto my back beside Eric on the full size bed.

“That was nice!” Eric offered.

“Only “nice?” I said, teasing Eric and gently poking him in the ribs with my elbow.

“Fine! It was fucking awesome, incredible and hot Petey! A better answer?” Eric responded while giving me his widest grin.

“Yup!” I announced, putting one arm on my belly and slipping the other around Eric’s shoulder, pulling him closer beside me.

“And you are fucking awesome and incredible too babe!” I added, turning to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

We lay quietly together for a few more moments, savoring the after fuck glow we both shared.

Eric sat up and turned to me. Time for a shower.

“Wish we could have our own bathroom here so we could shower together! It might be a bit weird messing around in the big dorm showers,” he said with a wink.

“One day we should look into getting an apartment!” I suggested. Eric grinned widely at that, grabbing a towel and some clothes and headed out.

Not wanting to be tempted, I didn’t leave the room until Eric returned and then I left for my shower.

We washed and dressed without further sexual incident and headed out to get some food.

Eric and I sat at a table having our lunch when I saw Eric freeze, spotting someone. I watched quietly and noticed a tall guy walk over. I had seen him in some of my classes. We never really talked but for a fast hello or comment about some assignment, but he seemed nice enough. Kind of cute to be honest. His dark brown hair was kind of wavy and not too long. He had friendly eyes and by the looks of his bright blue polo shirt, he seemed to have a pretty muscular physique, a bit more muscular then myself or Eric. I was surprised when he freely sat down at our table, giving us a wide grin and big hello.

“You must be Petey? How are you doing? My name is Josh,” he announced, holding out his hand for a shake.

I shook his hand, offering a weak smile but turned to face Eric with one of those “what’s going on” type of looks.

Eric sat quietly for a moment, sizing up the situation, not quite sure what to do, and then I realized that this must have been that guy Eric had referred to, his “other” sex partner.

I put my hand on Eric’s, which was on the table, as if to stake my claim. Eric blushed while Josh shocked the shit out of me by smiling and put his hand on top of mine!

“Petey, I have no intention of going after your guy. We are just good friends and talk about stuff. Looking at you two now, I guess you guys moved it to the next level, huh?” Josh asked, looking in the direction of a slightly uncomfortable Eric, who nodded in agreement.

Eric looked at me, not sure how I was handling this moment.

“Petey, I’ve been so uncertain about us and was afraid of scaring you off if I made a move. I knew Josh was gay and just started talking about it. Josh really helped me understand my feelings, as well as trying to read your feelings. When I then admitted that I was then uncertain about doing stuff with a guy, you know, the actual sex, Josh offered me some moves,” Eric explained, looking at me like a puppy unsure if he was about to be kicked to the curb.

Josh listened quietly and then turned to face me. “Petey, Eric adores you and was concerned about pleasing you and doing the right thing. Well, I haven’t had much experience, but I have had some, and I offered what little knowledge I had with Eric. By the way you look at each other, I would venture to say that you two had a “successful” encounter. For that I’m really happy,” Josh concluded.

I took a deep breath. Somehow, I believed these two guys and actually understood it. I mean lets face it, it never bothered me that Eric, or I for that matter, had been sexually active with other partners before. And Eric wanted to do something new correctly! And this guy was being honest and direct about it.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. I could see both Eric and Josh take deep breaths as well, making me laugh at how tense I had gotten the whole situation. I put my hands on Eric’s shoulder and Josh’s shoulder.

“I’m okay guys! Honest! Sorry I got uptight. It was just a bit of a different scene for me.

“Eric, we’re cool! After last night, we’re rock solid!” I said.

“And Josh, for whatever input you had to making last night’s sex with Eric that good, I thank you!” And with that I gave his shoulder a quick squeeze, actually making the big guy blush!

We must have chatted at that table for three hours. Josh was really a nice guy and I could see both Eric and I being good friends with Josh. Over the next few months, the three of hung out on a regular basis. Josh knew when to leave if Eric and I started to mess around. We even tried fixing Josh up with the “right guy” but sadly that never worked out.

One Saturday night, the three of us were at a bar, hoarding the happy hour snacks and nursing a beer or two, and I looked around the table and thanked my lucky stars for having these two really good guys in my life.

“Josh, I have a question for you.” I said.

“Yeah bud, anything!” Josh replied.

“How long has it been since you got it on? You know, had sex? And that means with another person?” I boldly asked.

Both Josh and Eric sat silently.

“Um, uh, well……..” Josh began hesitantly.

“If I had to include someone else in the room at the time…….” Josh continued.

“Sadly, way too long. It might have actually been Eric, months ago!” Josh added with a blush.

I leaned in as Josh and Eric leaned in towards me as well. “I owe you big time Josh, for getting the ball rolling, so to speak,” I said as I winked at Eric. “And if you don’t mind Eric, I’d love to have a three way with Josh,” I proposed.

“And Josh, despite being one sexy cute hunk …. ,” I began, winking at him which caused him to blush.

“I think you’re one way cool guy, super nice and super sweet! You’re pretty special!” I concluded.

Eric looked cautiously at me. “Petey, I’m okay if you’re okay with this. Josh?”

Josh looked from me to Eric and back to me. “To be honest, I think you’re both smoking hot and have had fantasies about both of you,” Josh admitted. “But the last thing I want to do is mess things up for you guys!” Josh added.

With that, I stood up with a wide grin and could already feel my cock rising in anticipation. Eric and Josh followed me out to the street where we walked back to our dorm room. We talked of our classes and other people we knew and I could feel the tension easing. Once or twice I poked Josh playfully in the ribs and was quite impressed by the feel of his firm body. Eric and Josh goofed around a little and I could easily see their comfortable friendship. I however, was just feeling hot and horney and must admit I jerked off once or twice to an image of a naked and hard Josh in my head.

We got to our dorm room and I locked the door and pulled the shades closed. I left on only one dim light and passed around some cans of beer that I kept in my min fridge. I was surprised that the conversation didn’t cease and that we really were comfortable with this idea and with each other. We were all seated on the carpeted floor in the middle of the room and I sat behind Josh and began to knead and massage his muscular shoulders.

“Josh, remove your shirt,” Eric directed. “it will make it easier for Petey to give you a good rubdown. I paused while Josh removed his shirt and both Eric and I stared at the bare skin of this muscular piece of manhood. Josh blushed for an instant knowing that he was being ogled but I think he secretly enjoyed the attention. I went back to rubbing his shoulders and several times my hands wandered down his front to massage his pecs and occasionally rub over his hardening nipples. Eric removed his shirt and moved to sit in front of Josh, but was facing forward and offered his chest. Josh’s hands instantly started to explore Eric’s body. I was loving it, feeling up Josh and able to ogle Eric at the same time. In no time the three of us were moaning gently from the pleasure we were offering and receiving.

Josh suddenly stood up and slowly unzipped his pants and pushed them down over his muscular legs. He kicked off his sandals and stood in only his boxer briefs, which I would say were pretty snug. His round full bubble butt ass filled his underwear quite nicely while his front offered an equally impressive basket. I leaned in to hug him and nibble on his neck and whispered his ear.

“Josh, I want you to strip and get on Eric’s bed and lay down and start to play with yourself. He gave me a wink and obediently moved to the bed, where he had no trouble getting himself hard. I could tell he was quite turned on by our little scene.

Eric and I stripped and as if we were reading each others minds, moved to the bed and joined Josh where, on each side of him, we played and explored his hard naked body. We marveled at his firm chest and compact abs and loved to watch him stroke his cock, which I guess was easily 9 inches hard. Although uncut, his erection stretched his cockhead way past his foreskin. Our fingers helped him stroke his rock hard cock and his precum helped keep our fingers lubed enough for some pretty good strokes. Eric and I stared at each other with contented grins. Josh had already closed his eyes and was enjoying the attention of our four hands on his body.

Eric and I leaned in for a deep kiss. Our tongues swirled and twirled and when Josh looked up to see our action, he moaned out loud.

“That is so fucking hot guys! You are going to push me over the edge in no time. Thank you for including me in your bed!” Josh offered.

“Thank you Josh for joining us, and thank you Eric for letting me share you,” I said.

With Eric and I leaning against each other, back into our deep kiss, Josh maneuvered himself beneath us and pulled our hips closer. I felt his hot mouth beginning to suck me and then when he stopped I saw that he was sucking off Eric.

Holy fuck! Josh was sucking us both off at once! This was way too hot. The hornier Eric and I became from being sucked simultaneously, the more passionate and noisy our kissing became. That in turn got Josh even hotter, sucking us with more and more fury. Suddenly Josh got onto his knees, like me and Eric, pushing his face into ours and offering up his lips and tongue. Never before had I French kissed in a three-way, but our tongues were everywhere and lips were on all sides. It was too sexy and too hot to describe but I soon found myself stroking my own cock, still wet from Josh sucking me moments earlier.

Josh pulled my hand off my cock, and incidentally had pulled Eric’s hand off his cock as well.

“I want you both! Now!” Josh grunted. Eric and I looked at each other in disbelief.

“Mouth and ass as the same time?” Eric asked.

“No! Both of your cocks in my ass! I saw them do this in some porno and I want to feel both of your cocks and I bet you’d love to feel each others cocks as you fuck me,” Josh explained. We thought about it for a moment, trying to figure out the logistics and slowly took our positions. I first laid down on the end of the bed, with my legs hanging over the side. Josh followed by getting on top of me, facing me, and holding himself up over me in a push up position, angling his ass over my twitching cock. I reached down and pushed my cock into his waiting ass, and was relived to find that he had somehow put some lube in his hole before getting into position. I looked up and saw Eric moving closer, stroking his hard dick and spitting onto his fingers to keep it nice and wet for this very, very hot experience. Eric moved slowly toward us as Josh moved back onto my hips, forcing my cock deeper into his sweet hole. I cold feel Eric pushing his cock against mine and try to push past Josh’s rim. Josh moaned once or twice but Eric kept up the pressure.

It would be the next day that Eric admitted to me that he had been using his fingers on Josh’s asshole to loosen him up and try to relax his sphincter to widen up. And then suddenly it happened – Eric’s cockhead popped inside Josh’s hole! Slowly at first, Eric pushed in further, bit by bit. I was almost ready to shoot from between the pressure of Josh’s ass and now the sensation of Eric’s cock siding up against mine. I looked down over my body which was under the shadow of Josh’s body and could see Josh’s cock hard and pulsing, twitching and facing up to me, with two beautiful balls swinging below. And then Eric began to thrust. Slowly at first, and then picking up speed, I could feel the pressure of the fucking going on. I tried to thrust a bit put the logistics made it difficult. But to be honest, I was having the ride of my life and knew that I could cum at any moment.

And it was when Josh started to squeeze and clench his ass back down against the two cocks, I simply lost it. My body shook and I could feel myself shoot deep into Josh’s love canal. My cum must have coated Eric’s cock real good because his pumping suddenly picked up speed and vigor. And that apparently pushed Josh over the edge. With a low growl like a timber wolf, Josh moaned and I could feel hot streams of his cum shoot down over my chest. One shot actually made it to my chin. Josh looked over at me and giggled, leaning in for a quick kiss on my lips and he took long lick over my chin, taking back his cream. I giggled in response and then heard Eric wail out loud, signaling his own orgasm. And of course you know my story: whenever I’ve heard Eric cum, it would send me over the edge. I actually had a smaller second orgasm, a few spurts erupting from my shrinking cock as it was falling out of Josh’s well worked ass.

Eric moaned and howled as he fell off Josh and landed on the bed next to me. A spent Josh lost his balance and fell onto the bed next to me on the other side. The room reeked of semen which was now pouring freely out of Josh’s ass, just filled with our two heavy loads. We panted for a few minutes, the smell of our sweat overtaking the smell of our cum. But that sex was good, as we all breathed and grinned from a wonderful experience.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Me two,” added Eric.

Josh rolled onto his side, facing us as Eric and I looked over. “You okay big guy?” Eric asked.

I looked at Josh, and noticed a single tear in the corner of his eye. “Awesome doesn’t even come close,” he began.

“Petey, I always had this fantasy. Thank you for making it come true! And I can’t think of two guys who I’d rather have in my fantasy – or in my ass!” Josh concluded, actually bringing a tear to my eye as well.

“For the record, I hope you share our bed again soon,” I offered.

“Real soon,” added Eric, who gave me a warm hug and kissed my shoulder as he lay next to me.

Hope you enjoyed guys. Part three maybe?

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Talking about Sumit to other guys, might have been only partly intentional as a ploy to get Sumit’s interest, but it did succeed. Invariably word got back to Sumit about the new colt roaming and prancing about on the pastures, and with it that his nostrils were still sniffing at the scent of Sumit. Sumit was a fastidious fellow, quite difficult to flatter but this interest, this praise which appeared behind his back, well he would have to be super human to ignore it completely. Also, Sumit thought he should the clear the air one more time, for Raghu’s benefit and more the point for his own. There was a subtext to Raghu’s interest of which Sumit was acutely aware, i.e. Raghu was treating Sumit as a total bot-tom. For there was never a doubt in Sumit’s or for that matter any man’s mind who might be interested in a man, about Raghu’s orientation, he was as active as top’s come, not merely in mentality but also in mannerism physique and the lean hungry predatory look which only a top can give the involuntary licking and wetting of lips and the swallowing of a mouthful of saliva almost like a dog setting his eyes on a juicy steak, but then that’s what makes a top a top. His very soft spoken manners, and almost complete lack of ag-gression, seemed to aggravate his sexuality instead of diminishing it.

So, if such a guy was showing a great deal of interest in Sumit, it axiomatically branded Sumit a bottom, and a total one at that, for nobody could sincerely think that Raghu was ever going to reciprocate for a fuck or a suck, Sumit was very uncomfortable with the connotations. Therefore Sumit feigned lack of interest, if the topic was Raghu and if someone asked about their meet he would offhandedly describe it as a casual one, very casually forgetting the suck and almost fuck, probably it was actually forgotten too. But, if such has been the case, it must have been in Sumit’s mind only. For, his cock was al-most instantaneously hard the moment Raghu sat down beside him on the bed in the bed room there he had gone following Raghu, quite forgetting his resolve to make this a really formal meeting.

It had been a boring day at the office, the work load really light, for it was just around Boxing Day, and everybody seemed to making plans for the festive season ahead. Sumit was not really interested, for New Year in the Indian Capital leaves you with very few choices especially for married guys with kids, either you can go to an expensive five star gala which always seem to start fizzling by the time it should be rocking, or you can have a private party where the sober ones end up chauffeuring the drunken vomiting ones to their homes in front of embarrassed wives and kids with sheepish grins. Playing safe, he had already chosen the former one.

So with nothing to hold his attention away, he had gone back to thinking about Raghu, and decided it was time to make a new start, and for some advance spring cleaning, dust a few mental cobwebs. He called up Raghu, who seemed genuinely delighted to hear his voice, inviting him and assuring him that, he had been thinking about Sumit only, and, no, it wouldn’t inconvenience him at all if Sumit made an early visit, thought it was 12 in the noon; Sumit had been there at around 5 pm previously. He drove to NOIDA in fretful mood, not unable to fathom why his mood his souring, and by the time he was climbing the stairs he was positively peeved at himself for driving so far on such a cold wet foggy day, as the season is wont to be in December end in Delhi, for something he very well could have conveyed on phone. He felt nervous and a trifle excited at the same time as he knocked on the door. The door opened after a few moments, Raghu wiping his freshly shaven face with a towel, wearing a lightly stripped short shirt just buttoned at the bottom over an old pair of well used jeans completely faded over the crotch, which showed a bulge, even thought he must have been soft.

The sunny smile warmed off the chill around Sumit, and he felt a bit better, he had checked out Raghu who now was looking very fresh, and found his eyes darting to Rag-hu’s crotch. They shook hands and Raghu invited him in, turning and leading the way to the bedroom before Sumit had a chance to say anything. Like a male’s lair the bed was littered with clothes and towels, Raghu swept them aside, offering Sumit a seat and sat down beside him. It was only then, that Sumit actually became aware how hard his dick was straining in his briefs where he had tucked it discreetly down wards preparing for his office. Now it was fully hard, pinned pointing down vertically, opposite to it natural in-clination, its head mashed into the bed when Sumit sat down. Sumit had to, against his wish adjust his erect dick to a more anatomically natural angle, and Raghu chose that moment to ask his “so , how are you?” Fine, Sumit answered, his hand adjusting his crotch, his body askew, angry at himself for being so gauche.

Sumit grinned sheepishly, and enquired about Raghu, to which Raghu replied in his usual vague fashion. Sumit had planned to tell Raghu what he really thought and get over it, but given this start he was not so comfortable ticking off Raghu now. Raghu was still smiling at him and asking him polite questions, to the answers of which Sumit was not completely sure if he was interested in. Soon the questions had finished, and Sumit had sat throughout the period answering to the point and contributing nothing further. The conversation had died down when Raghu again asked “So, what’s up?” Sumit answered laconically “the sensex”.

Raghu said nothing but putting hands around his shoulders pulled him closer and put one hand on his dick, said this seems up too, Sumit could hardly argue with that. He slid up on the bed and opened his shoes and socks without any prompting from Raghu, and took off his belt and purse and various things which guys have in their pockets, Raghu unbut-toned his shirt and slid a hand inside caressing his chest and nipples which almost instant-ly hardened to pink points, feeling like fine dried raisins in Raghu hands, he pinched and rolled them between his thumb and finger. Sumit started caressing Raghu’s chest and they slid closer to each other and Raghu leaned down to kiss him, their bodies seemed to mould to each other. Sumit’s mouth opened to Raghu and he slid his tongue inside suck-ing on his lips, Sumit kissed him back but Raghu was setting the pace some what aggres-sively. His hands were at Sumit’s waist rubbing and finding their way down to his but-tocks. Sumit had his hand inside Raghu’s crotch and he was massaging the fistful of warm meat which seemed to be getting firmer by the minute. Then suddenly Raghu stopped and they both, almost as if on cue, started to undress.

Their previous and first meet things had been half done, they were half dressed, Raghu had been half sucked and Sumit had been half fucked. Well today, it seemed that there was going be full remedial for the previous lapse. Raghu had imagined Sumit’s body while shagging off fantasizing about him, almost like building up a picture by a sketch artist, but in front of the real thing, all the previous imagery disappeared. The fair body of Sumit seemed to faintly glow in the semi dark room, he had curtains now and they were drawn on this cold winter day, the only light was from the radiant warmers in one corner rotating silently throwing off its golden amber light. He was not very hairy, the chest partly covered and the sides and back bare, the upper arm and shoulders smooth and well formed. He was not at all muscled but not limp, just firm and rounded giving a hint of the muscles inside by a general change in contour. Raghu, who had never fancied heavily muscled guys, was fascinated by his body. His waist had the slightest roll of fat giving him a full look, the look of a man who is irrevocably a man, gone beyond the pubescent and young, which Raghu found so attractive. As, Sumit pulled off his pants and briefs, his erect dick bobbed, nodding appreciation of the guy who was undressing before him.

Raghu was slim, not gaunt, his body in shape with the frequent matches of volleyball, and jogging in the evening before he went to his work. His movements were smooth and sure almost graceful, reflecting the fine athlete underneath, as he took of his clothes. Sumit, who hadn’t seen him naked before, loved his flat chest, the nipples standing erect in the chill of the room pointing slightly sideways, only seen in broad shouldered guys with nice pectorals. There was a line of hair just in the centre of his faintly visible abs which led the eyes to his slim waist smooth over which Raghu’s hands lingered for a moment, almost caressing, as Raghu undressed, what made the movement sublimely erotic for Sumit was that it was unintentional, almost as if Raghu was in love with his own waist and touching it was a lover’s caress. Raghu’s slim frame was bent as he took off his jeans; no briefs, his crotch in the shadows appearing larger than it was and as he straightened up the soft languid bouquet of his dick and balls caught the amber light and appeared to be made up of rich dark velvety chocolate ready to melt in a gooey mess with human touch.

Sumit’s Crotch emanated a heat which arose and engulfed him, beating the chill of the room. Its intensity and speed surprised him, his dick throbbed, as if he hadn’t cummed for a fortnight and then somebody had sucked him and left him just at the edge. He felt the juices trickle from his balls to his dick head, ready to burst forth with the least caress. Sumit had never felt such a desire for anybody the way he desired Raghu, he wanted him, he needed him, he demanded him, at this moment he had to have him, just to breathe. Desire for Sumit now was a physical entity, an unstoppable force.

They held each other, nude bodies touching for the first time, Sumit’s dick poking be-tween Raghu’s thighs lifting his heavy scrotal sac, his balls draping his dick head, Rag-hu’s crotch with its heavy heat instantly warming an area around Sumit’s belly button, still for a moment before they started to explore, Sumit shifted Raghu’s hand from his dick; he was really afraid of cumming if Raghu fondled his dick, and placed it on his butt, where it started to knead. They kissed, Raghu was slow for he was afraid to make haste and Sumit a bit subdued with the realization of his desire for Raghu. He was unsure of his role, but he had to have him, even at Raghu’s term, or he would never breathe freely again.

Sumit sat down, Raghu’s crotch at his face. Raghu had washed; a trace of the heavy male musky perfume he had savoured earlier lingering beneath the fresh skin soap smell, as he licked the prepuce with the tip of his tongue pushing the folds to get at the spongy dick head inside an almost odourless fresh glans the trace of musk just at the border of recog-nition accentuating the flavours of the meat he was marinating with his saliva the dick was yet not fully hard though almost its full girth so he could take the whole thing in his mouth and manipulate it with his tongue turning it into folds or sucking on it hard leng-thening it feeling the soft loose folds of the uncut dick and then the smooth spongy head inside pressing it against his palate putting the pole of dark flesh between his teeth and slowly chewing it pressing just hard enough to draw soft moans form the owner half ex-pecting it in a surreal fashion to melt into a gooey mass for the imagery of the first seen chocolaty dark velvety mass still arose unbidden if he closed his eyes.

Today the timing was perfect. Just when Sumit felt he had explored an obedient dick long enough, moulding it too his wishes, it started to change. Small acorns give rise to mighty oaks; he remembered Ms Chatterjee his English teacher. A muscled stiff log was tickling his throat his lips curled tightly around the base in a large “O” in effort to damn the pooled saliva in his mouth the tulip shaped soft spongy head forcing its way down his gullet; he made repeated involuntary swallowing movements massaging the head the dick jerking every time. Sumit was swallowing dick today. Saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he bobbed his head. He craned his neck upwards to better accommodate Raghu’s pole, fully erect it rose straight up almost parallel to its owner’s belly. He had peeled the banana the soft foreskin bunched at the base of the dick head he rubbed the sensitive underside on his palate as he squeezed the spongy head between his tongue and palate.

Shivers ran down Raghu’s spine as Sumit swallowed his dick. He had never been very fond of blowjobs, but this was definitely a good one. But, seeing Sumit nude today, more than ever he wanted Sumit’s ass, and the way Sumit had removed his hand from the dick to his ass; though he had put them just as a form of politeness, his downy mounds of flesh had made him hungry with desire, he felt a pit in his stomach, a physical need to possess fuck enjoy and literally eat to his fill that ass. Raghu never came quickly, but he could feel himself move towards the edge as Sumit’s slurped on his dick like a teenaged girl on an ice cream cone.

Raghu stopped the up and down motion with which Sumit was sucking his dick with the precision of a metronome, with his hand on his head. Sumit looked up at him in surprise half of the dick in his mouth, Raghu said lets get down on the bed. Sumit held Raghu’s dick tightly at the base and sucked off leaving the dick free and very slightly wet and swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Sumit lay on his back and Raghu on top taking his weight on slightly bent elbows and knees and started to kiss the mouth which had been working so sincerely on his dick. He was afraid he might taste his own dick in Sumit’s mouth but all he tasted was a man’s mouth the slightly sweetish taste, of a person who hasn’t eaten for some time. Not bad.

Raghu enthusiastically kissed the soft lips poked his tongue inside softly chewing on the succulent lips till Sumit was breathless with excitement. He moved down sucking his neck the tits which were slightly fleshy, yet not a woman’s chest, tasted a hairy nipple while kneading and rubbing the other. He kissed his way under the armpits to the smooth inside of the arms, the skin warm and soft, almost velvety under his lips. He sucked in the flesh at the side of Sumit’s waist locking his lips while prodding it with a stiff tongue, he could feel Sumit’s body stiffen and shiver and then relax as he did this again and again. Raghu felt the excitement surge through Sumit’s body as he kissed sucked and licked him, till Raghu’s very breath raised goose bumps all over Sumit.

Raghu’s hand accidentally brushed Sumit’s dickhead, and it left a wet trail of precum on the back of his hand still linked to glans by a short thread glistening in the light. He held Sumit’s dick lightly and started to stroke him, Sumit moaned and stopped his hand, again guiding it to his butt.

Sumit had felt excitement before, but that seemed tame for what he felt today, he was horny even randy, somehow his initial reluctance a cold wet day the amber light the slim lithe young body with a contralto dick and the lips which left burning marks as they trailed on his body like lambent tongues of fire. He was taut as a violin string; ready to break into an orgasmic melody with the softest stroke but surely it was not yet time for a crescendo as Raghu seemed to be playing a piccolo minuet with his senses, so he had promptly shifted Raghu’s attention to his butt like a master composer balancing the flutes with violoncello. It wasn’t very likely he would orgasm if his butt was being fondled.

His sense of urgency diminished as Raghu flipped him over, his buttocks and back feeling the slight chill of the room while his hard penis was smothered by the thin mattress. The chill was immediately replaced by warm human touch, as Raghu started to put his buttocks through the paces s he gave his back the same treatment he had been giving his waist. He kissed, licked rolled up the thick flesh between his lips, bit and sucked it, pinched massaged pressed it, rubbed his rough hairy cheeks and chin, scraped it almost for he was a heavily bearded man with tough hard hair which any amount of close shave never got rid of thoroughly. The scraping of Sumit’s back by Raghu’s sandpaper chin was entirely unintentional though, it must be said in Raghu’s defense. No one had ever told Raghu how badly he could exfoliate, for not for a moment could one forget it was a man on one”s back with Raghu and his beard, and that’s not a bad feeling for a man, actually it was part of the oh-You-know-I-am-such-a-horny-stud-and-gonna-fuck-you charm which Raghu exuded so strongly that it shone like a halo around him, most of it un-intentionally which was the best part, so not very surprisingly many a men had been wire-brushed but none had really minded it enough to complain. And. Today was Sumit’s turn, and it was a superb turn on, for the rough was combined with the smooth, the dry kisses with the wet warm moist tongue, till Sumit’s back was arching with Raghu’s touch.

It was so erotic and intense, yet he was not on the verge of orgasm, that feeling was gone to be replaced by an equally intense though different sensation; he was shivering at Rag-hu’s touch, the rough chin , the thick warm lips seemed unbearable when they were at work, his body flooded with sensations drowning him with their intensity he forgot to breathe when Raghu was caressing him, almost gasping for air when Raghu eased the intensity to take a lungful of air himself, yet when it stopped even for a moment he felt so forlorn and empty, his body a desolate barren place where an orchard had bloomed earlier with Ragu as the gardener.

Raghu lay on back of Sumit, his fat erect dick in the crevice of Sumit’s buttocks. Sumit turned his head and said in a soft voice “let it just lie there, for I don’t think it will go in, it is too fat for me” Raghu interpreted it as, come on dude I wanna get fucked but I don’t want it to be painful, so he gave the appropriate reply “I will take care and I won’t hurt you, just relax” and with it he slid one hand to Sumit’s butt and started to finger his ass hole, trying to push a finger in as deep as it would go, Sumit let out a soft “Ahhhh don’t do it so fast, you have something as lube?” Raghu was really happy for he was now al-most sure that today he would plough this field, just he would have to irrigate it first. The only thing within his reach was an after shower silicone based hair conditioner which he poured around Sumit’s ass and started to slide his finger in and out with a rotating mo-tion, when he felt Sumit relax and even start moving his ass in unison with his finger.

Sumit again looked back and asked “How many fingers have you put in, two?” Raghu had only one finger in Sumit’s pie but he lied “yes” and immediately slipped in another to get closer to the truth. Raghu became absolutely certain that today was his day when he heard the next question “You have got a condom?” “Of course”, was the swift reply and Raghu pulled out a mint flavoured condom and tore it open quickly. Raghu hated con-doms, most including this one were too tight for his erect dick, not the length but the girth made it difficult to roll it down to the base, it was always a struggle; he had to stretch the rolled up condom as wide as he could with his fingers then he had to roll it down on his dick and he tore the first one in his hurry silently cursing himself and the men whose pathetic dicks had been condom companies” standard for Indian men, why can’t they bring out condom in different sizes.

Sumit felt that Raghu was busy with something else besides him for the first time, so he asked “what happened?” as he turned and saw Raghu roll on a condom onto his dick, this time successfully, “nothing” said Raghu not wanting to break the spell of the moment, but Sumit had turned some more “I don’t think that you should try it today, I don’t think I can take it in , it seems too big for my hole, I really don’t want to go back with a torn ass!” smiled, making a wan attempt at humour, Raghu said in the most sympathetic tone he could muster with an equally concerned visage “No way it will not hurt, you just relax I have lubed it so well and it can take my two fingers now” pushing in two fingers almost with the flourish of a conjurer as he spoke; quod erat demonstrandum, Sumit was beyond remonstration on this point.

Raghu positioned his sheathed dick head at Sumit’s hole, glistening with the lubricant of the condom and the hair conditioner and proceeded to push it in, he could feel the relaxed hole give way before it clamped back again, Sumit cried out “please take it slow, it is painful”; the dick head for sure had squeezed its way in being compressible but the unyielding shat which lay behind was too much for Sumit, it felt adamantine in its hardness and the sharp pain seemed to go deep into his bowels and stay there for some time before it became a dull ache. He had yet not asked Raghu to pull out, for today he wanted to show Raghu that he would take it if he could and not play the cockteaser , and give an answer to himself could he really take it, a perverse logic for sure but that’s why Gay’s aren’t straight!!

Raghu waited till he felt Sumit’s body become a little relaxed and increased the pressure, with the same result; Sumit wasn’t able to take it any more than earlier. Sumit was a good manager; amongst other things that made him good was his awareness of the gap between theory and practice and reliance on the later as the benchmark for his work; this lesson was being reinforced today exquisitely with every thrust of Raghu’s rammer as it tried to break down the ramparts of Sumit’s forts, both mental and physical, his ego and asshole both yielding very reluctantly to the onslaught.

He tried everything he knew about taking a dick in; Sumit had asked for lube, he had it in plenty, he could feel his buttocks, the inside of his thighs and balls coated slickly with it, and he was sure Raghu had poured quite a bit inside with his relentless fingering. He tried to relax, pushed down on Raghu’s dick as if trying to crap a particularly obstinate turd, alternately squeezed and relaxed his ass hole in synchronization with Raghu’s stops and pushes, breathed in tandem, held his breath, exhaled and in sheer frustration gritted his teeth and asked Raghu to push, with the last he felt his ass ring yield and Raghu’s shaft slid in a bit before he had again to ask him to stop. He wasn’t called a tight assed bastard by his juniors for nothing!

His ass was on fire, Raghu saying to him soothingly “See it has gone in, just let it be there, it shall be okay in a few moments”, the few moments passed but it didn’t become all right, if anything the sharpness was replaced by a dull throbbing ache which became heavier by the moment. He asked Raghu to pull out, Raghu wanted to let the sleeping log lie but Sumit asked him again. Raghu pulled out, if the going in had been bad the pulling out was worse, he felt as if a flaming pole had been inside him which was searing his in-nards as it tore out, God talk about the horns of dilemma, Sumit never knew it had an equally painful dick too.

Raghu was acutely disappointed as he pulled out, but, when Sumit turned his disappoint-ment became concern, when he saw the flushed painful look “Was it that bad?” Sumit just shook his head in assent “I told you I don’t like getting fucked and this is why.” “Just a moment” like a kid Sumit held up his pinkie, indicating he needed to use the bathroom. Sumit sat on the toilet and turned on the bidet, the water stung at first but was later soothing as the jet to played over his asshole the pain and burning slowly ebbing away, he had an urge to shit; when he strained nothing came out. After sitting there for a few moments he gingerly felt his hole, everything appeared intact now, for a moment he had been really afraid he would find a torn edge hanging and his fingers came out clean, no blood, so far so good, he could definitely absolve Raghu of having his blood on his dick, whatever else he might hold him responsible for, Sumit’s dry humour returning.

His hole felt soft, easily admitting two of his fingers, and the lube was still there, not washed off even after a few minutes on the bidet, that surprised him, for he hadn’t seen Raghu use the silicone lube. As Sumit fingered himself, he felt it was now or never. He washed his hands patted himself dry and went back, he found Raghu sitting on the bed, half dressed in his old unbuttoned jeans. He sat on the lap of Raghu and kissing him said “I am sorry but let’s see what I can do to make it up for you”

Raghu had resigned himself to the whole episode somewhat philosophically: you are en-titled to your labour but not to their fruits; being a student of Gita: Karmanyewadhika-raste ma faleshu kadachan, so he was a bit surprised by Sumit’s demeanour and his evi-dent determination.

Sumit asked him “why are you dressed up?” Raghu answered in a small voice with a child like innocent face “I feel shy nude in light, and in front of anybody else” and he smiled a shy smile as if letting on Sumit in a great secret. Raghu looked even younger than his young years at this moment, revealing the shy sweet boy he must have been once, Sumit felt a rush of mixed emotions for Raghu; he wondered what might have turned this once sweet boy into a brash ass seeking top stud whose forthrightness under the faceless cloak of internet chat or phone verged on insolence and insult: but if he was to get any answers, if at all, they were not coming now. At present he was seeking some thing else, to tame the demons inside him, which would not let him alone, if he left unfinished what had begun today.

He kissed Raghu again, this time the sense of purpose was softened by a view of Raghu’s innocence and egged on by a desire to let loose the playful child hiding within the tough reticent man. Raghu kissed him back this time and he started to fondle Raghu’s dick which was completely flaccid by now, and like a petulant child who had been denied his favourite toy, it refused to budge obstinate in its softness. Sumit pushed him on his back and pulled off his jeans and kneeling on the floor buried his face in the platter laid out before him. He nuzzled under the heavy sack of nuts lifting it up with his nose as he licked the underside of Raghu’s wrinkled scrotum, the soft flesh smoothening out relax-ing in the warmth of his tongue. He licked the side of Raghu’s thighs and started to nib-ble at he base of his dick which was fattening up quickly and licked his way up to the head and forth right swallowed in one gulp nurturing it in the moist warmth of his mouth. It seemed to revive instantly filling up the nook and crevices of Sumit’s mouth.

Sumit took it out for a moment to ask “You have a spare condom with you, I hope”

Raghu nodded in a yes, as Sumit went back to his dick for another tongue lashing.

Raghu was surprised but by no means complaining, suddenly felt elated at this statement and his dick jerked up involuntarily within Sumit’s mouth and he felt the familiar tight-ness in his dick which meant an overwhelming desire of sex. He pulled out another con-dom and tore it.

Sumit let go of his dick and asked for the lube, Raghu handed him the hair conditioner bottle, Sumit was surprised but as he read the label of contents he smiled at Raghu “Your are one sly bastard, that’s why it wouldn’t wash off!” and let out a roaring laughter which seemed to fill the room. He clambered on to the bed and watched Raghu slip on the con-dom with a bit struggle but no mishap smiling indulgently. As Raghu started to lift him-self he pushed him back by his shoulders “Allow me the pleasure” and sat on Raghu’s belly facing him, his ass nudged by Raghu’s pole which was nodding appreciation of the situation with small jerks.

Sumit turned and poured a goodish measure of the hair conditioner on Raghu’s sheathed erect dick, like a phallus cult priest anointing his deity and scooped some to put some around his asshole and inside. Instructing Raghu to hold his dick upright, for it was paral-lel to his belly being completely aroused he squatted down on the dick head. It kept slip-ping out of its manly abode because of a surfeit of lube, so he lent a helping hand guiding the one eyed blind monk to its cave.

Raghu was delightfully surprised. There was a determined look on Sumit’s face which he had not seen before, and he was happy that it was for him, for he felt he wouldn’t like to face Sumit if he was against him with that look on his face. Now he could appreciate Su-mit’s success at work, he must be a good and not one to let go off easily if he was after something. And, now he was out to stuff Raghu’s dick in his ass, and he went about it methodically, he had squatted on it, but found it was still painful when he got to the shaft which was bone hard, so he wriggled over it a bit, rested for he was panting now and then again pushed down on it. He asked Raghu to sit up and fold his knees; he was cradled in Raghu’s lap some weight was off his legs, skewering himself on his dick all the while. Holding Raghu’s shoulder and with a final effort and a grunt he pushed himself down straining at the same time as if trying to shit, and Raghu’s dick slid inside slowly but steadily his ass gripping the shaft reluctant to let the intruder, but he pressed on till he bottomed on Raghu’s belly. Both Raghu and Sumit exhaled at the same time in a dual sigh as they had both held their breath unknowingly. Raghu smiled and said in a slightly dazed voice “it is completely in”, “yeah” Sumit said “I know, I have got a gut feeling about it, somewhere deep inside me” and laughed at his joke, Raghu joining in.

Sumit was gloriously full the feel which ultimately hooks a man to dicks, once expe-rienced it is always missed; sooner or later he will yearn for it. He had sucked and had been fucked quite a few times, but he had never desired a dick like now; when he had seen Raghu undress. And he had been angry at his inability to get it, and now when he had it, he knew he would hunger for it again. He felt stretched and satiated having that dick inside him, it fitted as if made to order, and he felt magnanimous enough to even admit to himself that his protestations earlier might have been too much, for now he could have taken a longer dick may be even a thicker one too, he gripped his butt and spread them apart and sank a few last millimeters drawing a sigh from Raghu, his ass ring flush with the base of Raghu’s dick resting solidly on his jutting pubic bones. He felt Raghu’s balls, they were flush with his hole, no trace of the trunk they had adorned, but for their colour one could have though they had always grown out of his ass.

Sumit had grown soft unnoticed by both. As he grunted his way down on Raghu’s pole Sumit’s dick was like a wick, but now it was inside and as long as either he or Raghu didn’t move, it wasn’t painful except for a dull ache, Sumit felt it stir and ooze out clear precum, and he was on the verge of orgasm, except that he wasn’t cumming. He squeezed himself on Raghu’s dick angling forward and felt a shaft of pleasure shoot from where Raghu’s dick was pressing. “Oh my god” he grunted loudly, Raghu asked in a concerned voice “what’s wrong” because he had bucked up a bit getting bored with Sumit just sit-ting and wanting some action, afraid of Sumit’s capriciousness. Nothing, just feels so good, I mean I am feeling like I am having a continuous orgasm, it feels so good, God I don’t know I never felt it earlier.

Being from the classical school Raghu didn’t appreciate the joys of “bottom on top posi-tion”, where top retained its conventional meaning, literally figuratively and spatially too. He had let Sumit have his way as a strategic maneuver, with an intention to get back his rightful position as soon as possible. He watched calmly without much pleasure as Sumit enjoyed but his pleasure waned with every passing minute, especially as Sumit’s ass bones dug into painfully into his groin as Sumit bucked and gyrated around his dick. He bore it patiently, he owed Sumit this much for getting his dick up his arse so completely. Sumit took a breather, and was looking at Raghu kindly, dreamy eyes and asked if he liked it, Raghu said it is nice, but I like another one better, but is okay if you like it. Now that left Sumit stumped, he had to ask how do you like it? Raghu promptly offered a demonstra-tion.

Getting it in was momentous and memorable for Sumit, but unexpectedly getting it out was equally memorable in a different way for him. As he straightened and the dick slipped out, he felt a deep sense of loss, an unbearable loss. He passed wind as Raghu’s massive dick had literally pumped some air in his ass as he had squatted and humped on it. Sumit knew what he was thinking would be comic to anyone but the soft sibilant sound emerging from his ass was a dirge to his ears.

He lay face first on the bed his ass raised, Raghu mounted him Sumit felt the weight of his body his hands separating his buttocks and his dick pressing a bit above his hole and slipping up being repositioned Sumit’s hand hooking from below holding his dick and guiding it into his hole as he held his body still Raghu pressed in the dick slipped with a dull soreness immediately quelled by a sense of satiety and warmth arising from the Yu-letide log smoldering in his backside. Sense and order returned to the world as he was opened and filled up simultaneously a feeling of solidity and security enveloped him as he felt Raghu’s dick touch base and felt his weight. Raghu now started to fuck him truly for the first time, his suaveness and softness was gone, a man was taking his due, his con-cern was his dick how he could quench the fire raging within a flaming rod of passion which lighted his way and directed his actions unstoppably towards its own fulfillment and would brook no opposition. He poked and prodded first slowly then with increasing vigour massaging his dick in myriad ways within the crammed quarters of Sumit’s ass now up now down now angled now straight now left now right now left now slow now fast now soft now hard now plunging full depths with each stroke now merely caressing at the mouth now a whisper now a full throated shout till all was merged in a large melt-ing pot of motion which defied simple categorization; he was fucking with gay abandon. The dick was the master at first the dick was fucking and there was a man was behind it, now the man had gained his place in the spotlight and the dick was the tool, Raghu was fucking with every cell of his body his very being was suffused with iridescent lust and if somebody had put his hand over his body now it would have been soaked not with sweat but with lust melting and smoking out of his pores.

Sumit couldn’t keep pace now and not for the want of effort. Raghu was now a man in another plane dancing to a rhythm and music of which he composed and conducted, Su-mit merely a stage over which the show was going and he had about as much say in the affairs. He had tried to move in synch with Raghu’s movement, not with a desire to en-hance them but merely to facilitate them with minimal discomfort to him; he had been able to do so in the beginning but was soon left behind, like a novice violinist’s fingers stilled by the dazzling notes let loose by the virtuoso artist. He could only allow him full playing field his ass apart, subdued into passiveness a role into which Raghu had assigned him with consummate passion, which he accepted now, almost as his due.

An act which would be so repulsive and demeaning to most men, lying on face, ass open, agape, being pounded relentlessly, almost with the regularity and inevitability of the steam engines of yore, massive pistons and flywheels moving in a terribly efficient fa-shion, oiled lubricated, actually lifted the spirits of Sumit. He knew about man’s passion, he was a man, he knew what aroused his passion to a feverish pitch must be something grand and worthwhile and while he had little illusions about himself, he couldn’t but feel a bit exhilarated if he himself could rouse such passions in another man. Mir”s couplet floated to his mind “Paristish ki yaan tak, ki ae but tujhe/ nazar mein sabhon ki khuda kar chale//”

Ever since Sumit had climbed down and Raghu had climbed on, he had been riding an upward bound escalator of pleasure, now he had reached a plateau. He took a breather, even though his pace slackened the sensations remained the same but when he increased the pace he moved towards the edge, so he slowed to prolong his stay, changing his pace to a trot from a gallop, thinking out his moves, the earlier spontaneity lost and with that loss the pleasure lessened, the glow in his loins dimmed. And, some awareness of sur-roundings returned, he felt his balls ride with his movement on Sumit’s butt, hanging now in the moist human heat which enveloped them and hitting Sumit’s butt when he pulled back then shoved forward in long strokes, being massaged trapped between his legs and Sumit’s butts when he was fucking him with short sharp strokes, his hands roved on Su-mit’s shoulders and thence to his nipples which he rubbed and pinched to two hard points. He rubbed his cheek against Sumit’s, kissed and licked his ear lobe and then sucked the whole thing into his mouth.

Sumit pulled his head away when Raghu sucked his whole ear into his mouth; he felt he would drown into Raghu’s mouth; the sensation was overwhelming. He said to Raghu “Come if you want to” “Oh” Raghu said as if reminded of something which he had forgotten, but he knew that Sumit had sensed that he was dawdling in Sumit’s ass just prolonging the inevitable so he increased the pace and was soon at the edge, timelessness and weightlessness enveloping him as he pulled back and plunged in again and again, the throbbing of his dick reverberated through his core as it shot its load, he pulled back one last time and then drove in as far as he could go in and then stayed put, his nostrils flared, his body heaving as he breathed heavily, his limbs slowly losing their tension and becoming limp as if what had kept them turgid had leaked from the penis tip; deflating him.

This is what bungee jumping must be like, Raghu thought, an intense orgasm, minus the terror of course, that’s why one of his friends who had been to Australia seemed to be so hooked up on it, now that they are offering it in India, maybe I should give it a try; oh what the fuck man, what am I thinking, he smiled at his own rambling thoughts running amok just after an orgasm, must be the endorphins, he surmised, no wonder love makes you potty. His dick softened slowly slipped out loose within the condom, which hardly contained it earlier, Sumit’s ass hole leered at the dick it now housed effortlessly, so smug. Raghu collected himself, smiled at his absurd thoughts in the afterglow of a good fuck, but now he had to clean it up. He pressed Sumit’s buttocks together as he drew out his sheathed dick, rising up without glancing at the asshole which was his greatest pleasure just a few moments ago. Raghu found just fucked ass holes as erotic as he would consider left over meals appetizing; he was afraid he might choose celibacy with the former and dieting with the later. He slipped off the condom, as it felt heavy on his dick; the tip swollen with his cum, and suddenly his dick felt cold.

He was washing himself in the basin, when he felt Sumit behind him, assuming he was there to clean himself, he moved aside and handed him soap, but Sumit surprised him. He held his soapy dick and started to wash it very tenderly cupping it in both his hands, together with is balls which were hanging in the basin, Raghu had been attended to by other bottoms similarly, but he was always surprised by it. Why should a guy want to wash another one’s dick, even if the aforesaid dick had been inside him! Well never ever for a moment had he wanted to wash another man’s ass just after fucking him! Never mind or rather in spite of the fact that a man’s asshole was one his greatest sources of pleasure and he craved them.

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It was beautiful Friday spring evening and I was traveling along the highway in the middle of nowhere. I was enjoying the scenery and all of its natural beauty. Although I had been on the road for a few hours, I was not tired. I was a little restless and horny.

I was on my way to see my hot Daddy. I had not seen him in some time as he travels for work often. I was very excited to see him and I was especially anxious, in a good way, to get some of his wonderful cock. I was excited he had arranged a surprise play weekend for us. I could not wait to get to the lodge he had rented. Daddy treated his boi so well.

I was singing along with the iPod playlist and daydreaming of the hot times I anticipated would take place on the weekend. I had hurried out of my home when Daddy texted me the instructions and directions for the weekend. I had forgotten my phone charger but I did not turn around to go back for it after realizing I had left it. I was using the phones GPS function and my battery was getting low. Luckily I was close to my destination.

Suddenly I heard a loud pop and the car became hard to control. I pulled over on the side of the empty highway. I could not believe my bad luck. I had blown a tire and my spare was flat as well. I tried to call Daddy and let him know what had happened to the car and me. I could not get any reception in the middle of nowhere and I could not remember how far the last rest stop was. I was at a loss of what to do.

I decided I would wait be the car and hope for some help to come along soon. After a few attempts to flag down the couple of passing trucks cruising down the highway one stopped. I was very relieved that the truck had stopped. I went up to the trucks cab and the driver leaned out and asked if I need help. I explained my predicament to the handsome trucker. It was hard to get out the words. He was ruggedly handsome and built. He had on a tight t-shirt that showed his big muscles. He was shaven bald but he had a long full beard. After getting through my story he told me to hop in. He said he would give me a ride to the next rest stop where I could call for a tow truck and call the lodge.

I hopped in the passenger seat, relieved that I gotten off the side of the road. Everything would be back in order once I reached the rest stop. I told the trucker how thankful I was. He said it was his pleasure. He then said something that took me aback a little. He said, “I always like to help a damsel in distress”, and then chuckled a bit. I kind of ignored the comment not knowing what he meant by it.

We were chatting as he drove down the highway. I found myself staring at him getting hornier with each moment. I was feeling guilty for being so turned on by him while on my way to see Daddy. I was staring at the trucker and my eyes began to wonder towards his crotch. He was wearing jeans and I could see a huge bulge. I guess I was staring for too long because he caught me. He asked if I liked what I saw. I tried to ignore the question, but I think the tent I was pitching in my shorts told the truth.

He told me he didn’t mind and that I could stare all I wanted to. He told me that he picked me up because he thought I was cute. His words were turning me on. He said that he needed to relieve himself and could not wait until the rest stop to do so. He pulled the truck over and got out to take care of his business. I waited in the cab wishing that I could have gone with him and seen his big cock.

When he returned he climbed back in the cab. He asked what I was going to give him for the ride. I told him I thought he was being nice and did not realize that he wanted anything in return. He said “gas, cash, or ass would suffice, no one rides for free”. I didn’t know how to respond, but before I could, he said, “I have a pocket full of money and the tank was filled at the last stop”.

He then became much more aggressive and stared me in the eyes and asked if I was ready to pay up. I said I guess I better be, and he said “Good boi”. He took my hand and placed it on the big bulge I had been staring at earlier. I began to play with and caress his big dick through his jeans. He liked that and leaned over and kissed me. He said he knew he had picked up a good bitch as soon as he saw me. He told me to get into the back of the cab and get undressed. He said he would join me shortly.

I did as I was told. I was so horny as I had been saving myself for Daddy. The back of the cab was much bigger than I imagined. It had a king size bed and a nice flat screen TV. He even had a sling hanging from the top of the cab.

After a few moments the hot bald trucker came to the back of the cab. I was lying undressed as instructed. He told me to turn over so he could see my ass. He admired it and began to massage it. I was getting so turned on. He began to remove his clothes, exposing his raw muscles with each removed piece. I wanted this hot rugged muscle man so badly. When he removed his jeans I finally got to see his huge cock. My mouth began to water anticipating feeling it between my lips. It was so big and it had a huge mushroom head. I could not wait to place it in my wet wanting mouth.

I began to slowly suck and lick on that wonderful mushroom head. I could feel it getting harder with each lick. It tasted so good, and I was extremely cock hungry. I got lost in how good his big cock was to me. I wanted to please his enormous dick. I knew that if I did I would get my reward, a hot mess of cum.

I began to take his dick deeper and deeper in my throat. It was big and I was gagging as I tried to take it all. I was trying my best but I guess this big dick trucker wanted more. He grabbed my head and began to furiously fuck my throat. I was gagging and tearing, but loving every moment. Several times he got it all the way in and held it there. I could not breath when he did, and I thought to myself, what an awesome way to choke. After several minuets of having my face fucked, he turned around and ordered me to eat his hole.

I did as ordered and worked my tongue all over his hole. I could hear him moan in delight and it made my dick harder. I began to stroke myself as I was rimming his hot muscle ass. He saw me and slapped my hand away from my dick. He said he had not given me permission to do that and that I was there to service him. He ordered me not to touch my boi clit again. I went back to eating his ass and wondered what was next.

Well I didn’t wonder long. He ordered me to get on all fours and after I did he got behind my wanting ass. I could feel his finger playing with my hole opening. And then the most wonderful pleasure as he ate my boi pussy. I loved the feeling of his beard rubbing against my ass as he worked my pussy over with his tongue. I was so fucking horny and wanted his dick so desperately.

He reached over and grabbed some lube out of a drawer near the bed. He began to lube my hole and inserted three fingers, one at a time. His hands were big and his thick fingers were opening my hole wide. He took then out and then I could feel that huge mushroom pressing against my hole. He pushed it in and I screamed out. It had been some time since I had been filled like that. He chucked a bit and said I had a tight pussy. He said that would change after he was done. He put his whole cock in and I could feel him so deep inside. He told me to relax and give my pussy to him. I screamed out a bit as he picked up his pace. He said I could scream like a good girl, no one would hear me.

He said “good bois like you love getting fucked”, and he began to try and prove that. He fucked me very hard doggy style. I loved it when he slapped my ass as he plowed me. I could feel my clit begin to leak out pre-cum. He noticed as well and put some on his fingers and made me lick them clean.

He then told me to get in the sling. I got in and he inserted his big dick back in my boi hole. I loved it as he bounced my ass on and off his dick. I wanted to touch my clit , but did not dare to. I could just watch it leak as the big bald man fucked me like a stud. I wanted his load so much. I could only think about getting my reward. I began to squeeze my pussy on him cock as Daddy had taught me. I wanted to milk that load out.

He began to breath heavier and his pace was feverish as he fucked me. He asked if I wanted his load, I replied yes. He took it out of my pussy and ordered me to suck it out. I greedily started sucking his throbbing dick as he fucked my face again. He held it deep in my throat and I could feel his dick shooting. He coated my throat with his cum. I made sure to swallow every drop. It was so good. I asked him if I could cum and he said no. He got dressed and told me to do the same. He then drove me to the next rest stop. I got out feeling spent. I got myself together and called Daddy to let him know about my car trouble, I didn’t tell him about my trucker adventure at that time. I was waiting for the right moment to do so. It was only early Friday evening; I wondered what else was in store for me that weekend………..

My name is Eric Gunderson. I am twenty-nine year old former Marine. Currently I am a semi-truck driver. I keep myself in shape by working out while on the road and on weekends when I’m home. I’m not what most people think about truckers. I shave daily and shower morning and night. My clothes are clean and pressed. It’s just my preference.

I’m six foot three inches tall and weigh in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds, and it is all muscle. I have nice pecs and abs that are covered with a medium coating of black hair. I have blue eyes, my wavy hair is shoulder length, and I have a neatly trimmed jaw line black beard and moustache. I could have my choice of women since I am hit on at every diner I stop at and by secretaries at my stops. I’m not conceited just stating fact. The problem is that these hot beautiful women do not have what I like between their legs.

Enough about me, though. After the Marines, where I also drove a fuel transport, I began work with a small truck line owned by the dad of a fellow Marine. I was never home and the trucks were old and in only fair shape.

Then, just over a year ago, I was offered a job with another line. I would have one set route. I would leave early Monday mornings and return top town on early afternoon on Friday. I had a nice new oversize rig that contained a double bed, work desk, fridge, microwave and sink, plus a closet with storage. The boss said that it was cheaper in the long run to spend money on these rigs rather than pay for motel rooms over and over.

I had built up a nice relationship with my customers, some better than others. One was my last stop late on Monday afternoon, Jim’s Hardware.

When I first started delivering to him I noticed that Jim took longer than necessary to check in his delivery, all while constantly eyeing me. He was in his mid to late thirties but didn’t look it. He always wore extremely tight jeans. His shirts were snug revealing a nice muscular chest.

Each week he seemed to get more and more friendly until finally one Monday he asked if I would like to have dinner with him. I agreed and said that I needed to go to the local truck stop to shower and clean up.

“Hey, man., you can park your rig here overnight. I have a complete bath off my office. You’re welcome to use it.”

I agreed and once the load was checked in, I got a change of clothes and locked up the truck while Jim went and locked the gate.

Jim soon joined me and after locking up the warehouse area, I followed him to his office. What I quickly found out was that he not only had a full bath off his office, he also had a full apartment there with kitchen living room and bedroom. Plus, off the bedroom, he had a small deck with a four person hot tub. This is where he lived.

He let me shower first and while doing so, he found reasons to come in for just a moment at a time. The shower was clear glass and he had an unobstructed view of my naked body. The third time ne came in, he was naked and I noticed that his cock was about half erect. It was long and thicker than normal and he had a great physique.

We went to dinner and upon our return, we had a beer in his living room. Then, he went for the gold.

“Eric, I’m sure your rig is nice but you probably get tired sleeping in small quarters. I have a king bed and can only use half at a time. You are welcome to the other half.”

“I appreciate it Jim, but I need to get on the road by five or shortly after and hate to wake you that early.”

“Hey man, I get up that early every morning. Besides, I’d enjoy the company. I get tired of drinking coffee alone every morning before opening up. Your rig is safe in the lot.”

“Well, okay, the change might be nice,” I replied, knowing what he had in mind. I was sure there would be some hot sex before the night was over.

“Why don’t we go hit the hot tub and relax?”

“Great but I don’t have a suit.”

“Neither do I,” he replied. “We don’t need one.”

We went to the bedroom and he quickly stripped and went out the sliding door to the hot tub quickly turning on the jets. I stripped down and followed. We relaxed and talked before returning to the bedroom. upon our return, Jim flipped the covers back and climbed in nude. I always slept nude but normally I was alone.

Without a second thought, I slipped into the bed with Jim. He turned out the light and we said good night. I am a light sleeper and later, I awoke to feel Jim’s hand on my hard cock, his fingers around it as he slowly stroked it back and forth.

I was on my back, and without moving I softly said, “That feels awesome. Do what ever you want.”

It startled him when I spoke but he replied with “Anything?”

“”Hell yea, it’s all yours.”

Jim quickly and smoothly slid under the sheet and I immediately felt his warm wet mouth devour my hard leaking cock. Ever so gently and lovingly, he began to suck my cock, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

After a moment, I reached over and found his hard leaking cock and began stroking him. I heard him moan softly in pleasure. A moment later, I changed position slightly, and hungrily swallowed his hard man tool. When I did he moaned again, loudly this time. We both began sucking with gusto and soon brought each other to a roaring climax, hungrily swallowing each others thick creamy load.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting all that,” he said. “I just considered myself lucky to get your cock.”

“I suspected what you were up to and was glad to go along with it. I’ve had my eye on you for a while also.”

He leaned over to me and we kissed passionately, exchanging tongues and afterward, he asked, “Can we make this a regular Monday night date?”

“I don’t see why not,” I replied.

So it was, every Monday night I parked my rig in Jim’s lot. He’d lock up and we’d go to his apartment off his office and strip and shower together before preparing dinner nude. On the second week, after getting in bed, he quickly got me hard and sat5 on my cock. His ass was awesome and he loved my eight inches up his ass. We alternated sucking and fucking each other every week.

About four months later, as we locked up the lot and rig, Jim kissed me and said, “This has to be our last night for the summer.”

“Oh, why?” I asked.

“My nephew just graduated from high school. He’s eighteen and my sister asked if he could work for me this summer to get some money to help him start school. He’ll be living here with me.”

I smiled and asked, “Sleeping with you?”

“I wish. He’s hot but has no idea I like men. He’ll be on the sofa bed.”

We had our regular weekly sex evening and it was hot. I was looking forward to meeting Rick, his nephew.

The following week, I pulled in and immediately saw a new face on the dock. I knew it had to be Rick. Jim came out and we talked as Rick and another employee unloaded their part of the trailer. Jim had been right. Rick was hot as hell, good looking and extremely muscular.

Jim offered to let me continue parking in the lot but I told him that I thought it might be better if I stayed at the truck stop to prevent any temptation. He agreed.

Over the next few weeks, Rick became more friendly and what I’d call ‘touchy-feely’, but only when we were alone. I began to wonder about him.

Then one Monday afternoon, while unloading the trailer, Rick looked at Jim and asked, “Uncle Jim, can I borrow your truck tonight?”

“What for, Rick?”

“A couple of guys I’ve met and I were wanting to go to the movies but neither of them has wheels.”

“Yea, I guess so, but remember, we start early. You still have to be up on time.”

“I will, Uncle Jim, and thanks.”

The unloading was completed and I bid farewell until the following week. I drove to the truck stop, fueled up, ate dinner, then showered. After playing a few video games in the lounge, I returned to my rig and began watching TV.

About an hour later, I heard knocking on the driver’s door of the cab.

TO BE CONTINUED…………..

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