Chapter Two Adagio - Reawakening
I managed to drive home that Sunday without incident. I vacillated between tears and anger and tears again.
I knew deep inside me that if Aarman called and asked to continue our . . . relationship, I would quickly agree and race to Kentland. But, I knew I would regret it in the long run.
Monday, I put a block on Aarman's telephone number and also a block on his e-mail address. The only thing I did not put away was the beautiful white shell Aarman found and gave me, that second day on the beach. I enshrined it in a clear plexi-glass case on its own wooden cube and placed it in the middle of my mantelpiece. My shrine.
I clawed my way out of the miasma, slowly. A friend of mine, a grief counsellor, once told me that it takes at least a year for one to recover from a significant loss--a death, divorce or break up. Guess he was right. I found myself listless and avoiding some of my responsibilities. So I sought a counsellor. I was directed to the Marion County Health and Welfare Department where I was assigned a counsellor.
Arriving at the counsellor's office precisely on time, I waited but five minutes before I was ushered into Harold Johnson's office. I was a bit surprised, Mr. Johnson appeared to be a bit older than myself, but not much.
Introducing myself, I jokingly asked, "Are you old enough to be a counsellor?"
Smiling, "Are you old enough to have problems?" came his retort.
"Touché!"
It didn't take long for me to become comfortable with Hal, the name he preferred to be called. I had decided from the outset to be perfectly frank and up front with him. In that first session I related to him the whole story of how Aarman and I had met down to that fateful Saturday wedding experience. There were some more personal details I omitted, of course.
"Am I to assume that Aarman was your first sexual experience with another man?"
"Yes."
"And have there been others since then?"
"No."
"Have you had sexual relations with women?"
"Yes."
"And, have you had sexual relations with women since your association with Aarman?"
"No."
"So, you've been . . . celibate?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
We both chuckled.
"So, how do you feel?"
"About sex, you mean?"
"Yes."
"Confused."
"I guess that's to be expected."
For four months I had sessions with Hal. I really don't know what I expected, but the cure, if that's the right term, wasn't a magic pill. It didn't happen overnight. But slowly I returned to some degree of normalcy, and it was Hal who suggested that any further regular sessions might not be in my interest. However, if ever I thought I needed to talk to him, I just needed to make a call and get an appointment.
A couple of months after my last session I was sitting at the bar of a local steak house waiting for a table when Hal slid onto the stool next to me.
"Hi, stranger," he greeted me.
"Well, Hi."
"How have you been?"
"OK," I answered.
"You eating alone?"
"Yeah, and you?"
"Same."
"Wanna join me?" I asked.
"Sure."
We had a pleasant time just chatting.
As we left, I commented, "It's been nice talking with you without the thought I was being analyzed all the time."
"Who said I wasn't!" he retorted, then playfully punched my arm.
"Damn!"
We left the restaurant and went our separate ways.
A week before I had joined a health club. It was part of my plan to keep in shape. Wednesday night, after work I entered the club, went to my locker and changed to my gym pants and T-shirt. I decided for a while to utilize the treadmill, wasn't into weight training. As I walked through the weight room I spied Hal reclining on a weight bench lifting a fair size set of weights.
As I walked past, I commented, "Don't drop those! Might do some serious damage!"
"Damn!" he gasped and continued his reps.
Later as I was finishing my second mile on the tread mil, Hal walked up, "Don't trip, you might get your `wanger' caught in that wheel."
I started to laugh and had to jump off before I did trip.
"Damn!" I laughed, "You speaking from experience?"
Laughing, he answered, "I'll never tell!"
"Hah! Invoking professional immunity?"
"Something like that," he chuckled and walked off.
After finishing my workout, I went back to my locker, stripped, wrapped a towel `bout my waist and walked into the shower room. There stood Hal. There was no one else in the showers. He stood shampooing his hair, his face covered with suds. Quickly my eyes glanced over his wet body.
"Could almost be my double," I thought, then my eyes naturally assessed his package, "In every way." Almost my double, except he was uncut.
As he rinsed off, I greeted him, "Hi," and added, "Fancy meeting you here."
"Yeah," he grinned as I observed him assessing me. Then he added with a grin, "We have to stop meeting like this!"
Finishing my shower, I walked back to my locker. Hal was just finishing dressing. I pulled on my boxers, pants and polo shirt,
"How about a drink?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me, but isn't it counterproductive after spending an hour or so in a health club?"
"Can't be perfect!" he shot back with a wink.
The health club was in a strip mall. A few doors away was a lounge. We walked in. It was crowded, but there were two stools at the bar. We took the and ordered our drink. Actually we had to shoehorn our way on to the stools. Our thighs were jammed against the other's. It didn't seem to matter as we chatted and finished our drink and ordered a second. I felt Hal's thigh move against mine. I didn't pay any attention the first time, but the second time, my interest was wakened . . . at least I began to experience a warm glow!
It's funny how things seem to happen. My association with Hal these months was, at first, professional, then in the past couple of weeks it began to develop a social aspect. As I stated earlier, Hal and I were much alike physically. I would never consider him handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. He might be described as, "pleasant looking." He did have beautiful eyes with dark arching eyebrows. His eyes, I would say, was his main asset. That and his wit and intelligence.
When I saw him on the weight bench in his yellow shorts and tank top, I merely observed him, disinterested in him physically. Even running my eyes over his nude body in the shower elicited no prurient interest. But sitting next to him in that lounge and feeling his thigh move against mine did kindle a spark. "Maybe it is the two drinks," I thought as a way of expiation.
Glancing at Hal in the mirror, I detected a slight smile on his face. I didn't pull away. Actually, I couldn't pull away.
As I finished my second drink, I stated, "Well, gotta be going."
"Oh? I was enjoying this . . . this time together." Saying that he moved his thigh again.
"Me too," I admitted and patted his thigh that was resting and moving against mine. "Let's do it again."
"OK, Promise?"
"Sure," and I left.
Saturday, I went to the club and worked out for a couple of hours. I was slightly disappointed that Hal was not in attendance. The next Wednesday, he was and, as luck would have it, we showered at the same time. Again, our eyes casually assessed each other. For some reason, my eyes were drawn to his crotch more than last week. Hal smiled, noticing my attention.
We walked into the lounge and it was just as packed as the last Wednesday we were there. Except, today, there was only one stool available at the end of the bar. Hal motioned for me to take the stool and he stood next to me, up against my thigh. As we were sipping our second drink, I felt the increased pressure of Hal's body against me. I even thought I detected the presence of a certain swelling pressing into my thigh. Involuntarily my thigh muscle flexed and it was met by a definite reciprocal movement, a rubbing of sorts.
As we were finishing, Hal asked, "Let's have dinner together tonight. My treat."
Looking at him with an arched eyebrow and a bit of sarcasm, I answered, "Is this a date?"
"Yeah, guess it is. But don't worry, I don't kiss on the first date!" he parried with a grin.
"That's depressing!" I shot back.
We ate at a small Italian restaurant, not far from the club. The pasta was great. After finishing and paying the bill, Hal suggested, "Why don't we go to my place for a night cap?"
"Well, since I don't have to worry about a kiss, I think it'll be safe."
"Don't be too sure about that," he replied with a wink.
Hal's apartment was a short distance away. Not too small, but comfortable. He motioned me to the sofa and went into his kitchen to fix the drinks. Soon he returned, sat the drinks on the coffee table and also took a seat on the sofa, not to close to me.
"Welcome, and Cheers," he toasted.
"Cheers," and I took a swallow of my drink.
"I'm glad you came, Bob." So stating that he reached over, laid his hand on my thigh, just above my knee and squeezed it slightly.
Somewhat surprised I glanced over at his smiling face.
"I said, No kiss,' But I didn't say, no,' to other things!"
"Mmmm, Devious!" I stated with a grin.
I have never been comfortable with being the primary initiator of things, particularly of a sexual nature. However, once the ice is broken, so to speak, my assertiveness is another matter entirely. After Aarman had made the first move and introduced me to his feelings, I was comfortable in initiating our congresses. It may be an inherent shyness. But, once it's swept away I can be as forward with my partner as any body else.
Fixedly, I looked into his eyes as his hand moved inexorably up my thigh. I reached out, cupped the back of his head, drew it towards me and kissed him deeply. It was as though a dam had broken and all my pent up passion of the past few months and emotion boiled to the surface.
He drew back. "Wow!" he stated.
"I didn't say that I didn't kiss on the first date!"
We sat there necking like two high school students. Our hands roamed over each other's body in lascivious searches. I was rock hard, Hal was rock hard, and we both revelled in that knowledge. Our clothes came off slowly, in stages.
I had said that physically, Hal and I were near duplicates. That is true. However there is one obvious exception I was to find out . . . . His erect uncut cock is a bit longer than mine, stands out straight from his crotch and is much thicker. It terminates in a ridged transition . . . his cock head ends in a rounded, hooded, ovoid form, resembling a large pink rose bud. . . a guided muscle. His size and configuration was not evident when I had observed this part of Hal in the shower at the club, but now, erect . . . I was amazed.
We kissed, long passionate tongue duels. Our hands luxuriously explored each other's body.
I lowered my head to kiss, and lick, and suck Hal's erect nipples.
"Ahhhh!"
He kissed and licked my neck before lifting my arm and licking my pit.
"Ahhhh! yes!"
I cupped his hard cock and balls.
"Mmmmmm! Ahhhh!"
He ran his fingers behind my scrotum and rubbed my bud.
"Ahhhh! Mmmmmm!"
I probbed his ear with my tongue.
"Ahhhh! Yeah!"
As contortionists we maneuvered ourselves on that sofa `til we had each other's cock in our mouths. We fucked each other's mouth and mouth fucked each other's cocks. First I was on top, then Hal was on top. We both flew over the edge into the abyss of ultimate release, sucking each other.
"ARGGHHH!" and then "ARGGHHH!"
Hal flipped till we were embracing, face to face.
"That was wonderful!" he whispered.
"Yeah it was." It was wonderful . . . not frenetic . . . just . . . wonderful.
We held each other in the afterglow of a beautiful, sexual release and slipped in and out of light slumber. Finally we untangled ourselves, went to the bathroom and simply showered.
"Thought it was unprofessional to put the make on one of your patients?" I asked with a smirk as we sat cross-legged on the lush carpet sipping a mug of hot coffee.
"It is!, But you are no longer my patient. You don't need me any more. You're pretty well grounded now!"
"Ummm, and pretty well sucked too!" I chuckled.
"That too!" he laughed, "Seems like I'm in the same boat."
We sat and sipped our hot coffee.
"So what now?" I asked.
"You mean, right now?"
"No, not now," I smiled, "I need to get home and get some sleep. I've got a busy day tomorrow. What I meant, is this to be a one night stand?"
"I hope not."
"Me too!" Then I added, "You busy Friday night?"
"No. If I was, I'd cancel my obligation."
"Dinner then, my place . . . 7:00?"
"OK," then with a smirk, "Is this a date?"
"Yeah . . . and I kiss too!"
"Found that out just now! And, a lot mor as well."
Hal arrived at precisely 7:00.
"Hi," he greeted me as I opened the door and handed me a bottle of wine.
"Hi, thanks," I said for the host gift, then asked with a smirk, "What are you thinking of? Gonna get me drunk and have your way with me?"
"Hope I don't have to get you drunk for that!" and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I fixed Hal a drink and he followed me into the kitchen while I finished my preparation.
"Mmmm! smells good," he commented.
"Hope you like chicken?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Take a seat," I said motioning to the small table in the dining alcove.
The salads were already in place, I brought over a steaming bowl of rice and my version of `Chicken Polynesian' simmered in wine, with mushrooms, cashew nuts and black olives.
"Wow! Looks better than KFC!"
"Hah! Most anything is!"
Chatting amiably we ate our dinner, drank the bottle of wine Hal had brought, then retired to the living room for steaming cups of Pasaman coffee and a plate of fresh fruit.
"The food was delicious! Didn't know you were such a good cook!"
Grinning, I answered, "Well, there's probably a lot of things you don't know about me."
"Hope to find them out!"
I merely smiled at the implication.
"By-the-way, nice apartment you've got here."
"Thanks, Let me show you around."
Lastly, as we got to my bedroom. I had pulled the spread off earlier in anticipation. "This is my . . . my play room . . . . Wanna play?"
"I was hoping you'd ask me that!"
We embraced and fell into a long, passionate, exploring kiss.
Without a word, we stepped apart and slowly undressed. I pulled off my polo short and watched Hal as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Unbuckling my belt, I lowered my zipper and let my pants slip down to my ankles as I watched Hal mirror my action. We both stepped out of our trousers, reached down and tossed them on the chair, slipped out of our shoes and sox and stood back up and regarded each other. Hal's briefs indicated a distinct bulge and the outline of a swollen cock. My boxers were obviously tented.
He stepped over to me, wrapped his arms around me and we fell into another long, tonguing, passionate kiss. Our hands coursed over each other's back and we both cupped buns. I hooked my thumbs into Hal's waistband and knelt as I lowered them to the floor.
His opulent cock snapped out of the lowered briefs and came to rigid attention. I cradled it in my two hands and ran my tongue around its now florid, swollen head.
"Ohhh!"
My lips parted and slid over that ovoid form and over the widening shaft.
"Ahhhh!"
With considerable concentration, I opened my jaw wide and slowly moved down its length `til it was totally encased in my throat, mouth and lips. I fought a gaging sensation that this considerable cock engendered. But i made it.
"Ohhh, gawd!"
Slowly I moved back and forth on that wondrous instrument of pleasure `til it glistened from my saliva. I became transported by that cock in my mouth.
Hal, groaned loudly, reach down, clasped my head in his hands, gently lifted me off his throbbing cock and into another amazing kiss.
"You're wonderful," he purred.
"So are you!"
Then he knelt down in front of me, grabbed my tented boxers, peeled them down my legs and swallowed my pulsing cock in one smooth, swift motion.
"Ahhhh!"
He pulled off, clasped my cock shaft in his hand as his lips slipped over my knob and off several times.
"Ahhhh!"
Again he pulled off and regarded my cock.
"Oh, what a beautiful cock," he mused, "I love that big, helmeted knob!" as again he moved on and off with wet pops. "I love how it arches up from your opulent balls."
He again swallowed the whole length of my cock and began to sensually move back and forth on it.
"Ohhh, gawd!"
I reached down, took his hand, gently urged him to a standing position and guided him over to my bed. We embraced and collapsed on the its surface. Writhing and squirming like mating cobras, we rolled across the surface of the bed in passionate oral searchings. Our hands carried tantalizing jolts of carnal electricity and we fondled an probed each other. Finally, we arrived at the head to crotch position, soixante-neuf and began to suck each other in earnest. Our heads bobbed and our hips thrust in slow syncopated rhythm.
Finally, after fifteen or twenty minutes we rolled apart panting and in need of a breather. I laid there next to Hal, his thick cock encased in my fingers as I gently massaged it, as he ministered to my swollen knob. Hal ran his other hand down my inner thigh from my knee to my balls. Subconsciously, I lifted my leg, flexed my knee and moved my leg outward. It was a tacit invitation and he accepted it moving his fingers down, behind my ball sack and over my puckered bud.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped as I began, again to suck his throbbing love muscle.
Hal deposited a dollop of saliva on his finger and rubbed it over my quaking sphinctered opening.
"Mmmm," issued from my cock filled mouth.
Carefully he inserted his finger and began to slowly finger my hot, love tunnel.
I had grown to enjoy being fucked during my association with Aarman. But his cock was not as substantial as Hal's. I was aware of Hal's considerable girth, but I had risen to such an eroticized plateau that all I now wanted was his cock in my ass. I might live to regret my desire, but at this point, I didn't care. I was in a state of high rut!
As Hal fingered me, my hips rotated in the sheer pleasure of being finger fucked. I was gasping with delight. I could take no more.
"Fuck me!" I commanded.
The fingering ceased and Hal asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes! Fuck me Hal,: I whimpered.
He sat up, cupped my face, "Are you sure?" and then added, "I'm pretty . . . thick."
"Yes, I'm sure. I want you in me."
Quietly, he asked, "Do you have any lube?"
I rolled to the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out a tube of K-Y.
"Here," and I handed him the tube and rolled back.
He squeezed a generous dollop on his finger, move between my legs, pushed my knees to my chest and smeared the slippery goo over my quivering bud. I could feel him reinsert a finger and began to manipulate it within me.
"Oh! Yes!"
He withdrew it and then pushed it in all the way. This he did several times. Then I felt him add a second finger.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped.
Slowly his two fingers moved in and out of me.
"Mmmm."
When he realized that I was relaxing, Hal began to scissor his two fingers, relaxing me even further as well as increasing my level of passion. Finally he added a third finger.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped at that intrusion.
He held them there for nearly a minute and then slowly began to turn them while inserting them and then drawing them out part way. I felt my sphincter relaxing, accommodating those spiralling digits.
"Oh, yeah!" I moaned.
After a minute or so, I wanted more and groaned, "Fuck me, Hal."
Slowly he withdrew his fingers, laid on his back beside me and murmured, "Sit on my cock!"
I straddled his hips, grasped his sturdy, swollen cock and brought its head to my quaking hole. I bore down a bit. That pulsing oval head popped in.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped. Holding my position `til I became comfortable with its intrusion, I lowered myself a bit more. I could feel my sphincter stretch to accommodate its substantial width. Then I bore down some more. I was truly becoming stuffed with that opulent shaft. Finally, I sat all the way down. Hal's throbbing dick was fully imbedded in me.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped as beads of sweat from my exertion popped out on my forehead..
"Ahhhh!" Hal gasped.
Smiling I looked down into Hal's glazed eyes and said, "I've got all of you in me!"
"You sure do," he replied in a voice laden with passion.
Slowly I began to lift off and then bore down again, in and out, in and out that thick cock began its journey. Picking up speed, I revelled the feeling of being emptied and conversely being stuffed again. Then in one swift movement I slammed down, driving that delicious weapon, that guided muscle deep within me. Beginning to tire in my lascivious exertion, I rolled off Hal's rampant cock and laid beside him, breathless. I brought my knees to my chest and spread my legs.
There I rested, like an open book and urged Hal, "Fuck me."
Quickly he knelt at my luxurious love opening, stuffed a pillow under my hips, brought my ankles to his shoulder and gently reinserted his thunderous cock into my waiting tunnel. The second insertion was relatively easy. Slowly he pushed all the way into me and gently began that desired fucking motion.
A warmth of untold sensuality pervaded me as I submitted to that luxurious pummeling.
"Oh, yes, " I groaned, "Yes!"
As Hal quietly fucked me, I marvelled at the intense, erotic sensations that swelled within me. Soon I was arching my back, meeting his inward thrusts with my counter-thrusts. I lowered my legs from his shoulders and locked them about his waist. I coupled the movement of my thrusting hips by drawing him in deeper with locked legs, urging him on.
Several times Hal would lower his face to mine and we exchanged, deep, tongue dueling kisses as his cock entered and exited my deliciously hot tunnel.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Feeling the increased rhythm of his penetration, coupled with the plumbing of my inner being, I groaned and urged him onward. As I looked into his eyes, I saw they were glazed with wanton passion, his moist lips were open as he panted. The slow and easy fucking motion soon became a heedless pistoning! I was truly being fucked.
Then Hal arched his back, gasped and slammed his engorged cock deep into me.
"ARRGGGHHHH!" he bellowed and I could feel his distended cock spasm deep in me. I was being flooded, filled with his cum. I held him deep within me with my locking legs.
As his breathing returned to normal, he smiled down at me, "You are wonderful Bob Cavanaugh."
"Ah, Hal, so are you."
He bent down and placed a simple but most meaningful kiss on my moist lips. I still held him rooted deep in my being. Looking down at my detumescent cock, he gently fondled it. As it rolled it in his hand, it began to swell. Seeing this, he smiled at me, reached for the K-Y, deposited a portion into his palm and returned to my lengthening cock.
"Ahhhh!" I gulped at his touch.
Slowly he paid the most lascivious attention to my hardened cock. As he caressed my cock, swirled his lightly clutched fist up and down my shaft I began to moan uncontrollably. Quickly, expertly he brought me to the brink of that erotic chasm. I tightened my grip of my legs `bout his waist and was suddenly flung into the glorious abyss.
"ARRGGGHHHH!" I yelled. Copious amounts of my lustral fluid jetted from my cock and splattered on my chest and belly. Simultaneously my sphincter spasmed around his softening cock. Then I became aware that the spasming caused that imprisoned cock to quiver and move back to its former, engorged glory! I relinquished my leg's grip `bout Hal's waist and became limp.
"I think you must be some kind of a warlock or incubus!"
"Why?" I asked in surprise.
"'Cause you made me hard again!"
I just smiled.
Slowly Hal withdrew his hardening cock, leaving my ass hole gapping, wanting more. Then he bent over, licked the pools of my cum from my belly and chest, kissed my lips, embraced me gently and soon we both were in a deep sated slumber.
We awoke at nearly the same time.
"Morning," I murmured.
"Morning,: Hal answered, "How you feeling?"
"Just fine."
"Really?"
"Yeah," I answered, yawned, stretched and felt a slight soreness, "Well, maybe a bit sore."
"Sorry."
"Why? With a neophyte like me and a cock as thick as yours, it's to be expected!"
Hal chuckled, "Some neophyte!"
I chuckled, "Some cock!"
"Some ass!"
We laughed. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, rolled out of bed and stated, "You take your shower . . . there's a fresh tooth brush in the medicine cabinet, I'm going to make some coffee."
"Aren't we going to shower together? Thought that was de rigueur!"
"Might be, but I don't trust you," I chuckled as I threw him a clean towel and went to the kitchen, by way of the other bath where I quickly brushed my teeth. Finishing the coffee preparation, I reached into the freezer and took out a packet of frozen Danish, popped it into the microwave and pushed the defrost button. I padded back to my bed room just as Hal was exiting he bathroom.
"Your turn, you un-trusting guy!"
"With a dong like that," I nodded to his now soft and retracted cock, "Nobody would trust you in the shower."
Pointing at in mock surprise at his detumescent cock, "This little thing????"
"HAH! Your cock is a Jekyll and Hyde!" I laughed, "Besides, beneath that wee, sleeping thing lurks a monster!"
We laughed good naturedly as I stepped into the shower. I took longer that usual in the shower, turning up the hot water, the pulsing jet and luxuriating as it soothed my sore ass. I stepped out of the steamy cubicle, dried my self and stepped into the bedroom just as Hal was about to draw on his pants.
"Don't like that costume!" I declared.
A surprised Hal looked up.
"Remember, when in Rome do as the Romans," and I dropped my towel and walked down the hall way to the kitchen. Actually, I generally wear no clothes when I'm alone in my apartment.
A minute later, Hal walked into the kitchen, suitably nude.
"Is this better?"
"Is the Pope Catholic?"
We sat at the table, quietly sipped the coffee and ate the Danish.
Later as Hal was drinking his second cup, I gathered the few dishes and washed them at the sink.
"Damn!"
"What?"
"The sight of you walking around here nude makes me horny as hell. I want to crawl over to you at that sink, turn you around and suck your big knobbed cock for an hour or so!"
"Sorry! In this apartment," I said calmly and seriously, "No sex before noon!
"YOU'RE KIDDING!" Hal blurted out.
I whirled around, facing Hal, "Do I look like I'm kidding?" I was fully erect.
He roared with laughter.
"WELL! DO IT!"
Incredulously, "Do what?"
"Crawl over here and suck my cock for an hour or so!"
He narrowed his eyes, dropped to the floor and started to crawl towards me! Laughing I turned and briskly walked to the bedroom.
"You damned tease!" Hal laughed as he got up and followed me into the bedroom!
Standing next to the bed, the first glimpse Hal had of me--I was standing, facing the door, feet planted wide apart and fondling my cock! He walked up to me smiling, fondling his burgeoning cock, kissed me, placed his hands on my chest and pushed me over onto the bed. I laid there smiling, my legs spread apart awaiting his action. He crawled up between my legs, grasped my turgid cock and went down on it. He moved his hand down past my balls, I tensed, he became aware of my tenderness and moved away. Hal reached for the K-Y on the bedside table, squeezed a generous portion into his palm and slathered it over my cock and balls. With one hand he kneaded and played with my balls. I don't think I had ever felt anything quite so delicious until he took my cock in his other hand and turned his lightly clasped fist back and forth over my cock head!
"Ahhhh! Gawd!"
Dropping my cock and balls his mouth attacked my nips and pits. First tonguing, then sucking then nibbling on one nipple he jumped to the other.
"Ahhhh!"
Rising my arms over my head Hal dove into one pit than the other licking and sucking that hairy, sensitive area. I was writhing in delicious agony. Then again he descended to my cock. Fondling, caressing, teasing, lightly scratching my cock shaft and bulbous head . . . .
I finally, cried out, "I can't stand any more!"
Unknown to me in all this lengthy process of erotic stimulation, Hal had lubed and fingered his ass in preparation.
Quickly he straddled my hips, grasped my cock, lowered himself until his prepared bud was in contact with my ruddy plumb and dropped down on me!
"OH! MY GAWD!" I bawled as I suddenly felt myself encased in that hot, moist, lascivious
cavern!
He POPPED off and then plunged back down!
"OH! MY GAWD!"
Hal did it again.
"OH! MY GAWD!"
And again.
"OH! MY GAWD!"
The fourth time, he looked down at me. I had become a quivering mass of eroticized man flesh!
"Do you like that?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Do you like the way I fuck your big knobbed cock?"
"YES! Oh, yes!"
Pulling off and standing over me, smiled and stated, "Then you're going to have to catch me!"
With that he turned, stepped off the bed and ran down the hall.
For a brief instant I was at a loss! Then I bolted off the bed, my hard cock waving wildly as I chased him. It wasn't much of a chase. As I got to the living room Hal had sat to the very edge of the sofa, leaned back, raised his legs and spread them apart. He threw a pillow on the floor in front of his quaking, winking ass. I knelt on the pillow, grasped his ankles, aimed my cock and pushed it all the way in!
"AHHHH! That's what I want! Fuck my willing ass Bob."
And I did. Sliding all the way out then popping by cock head in and out of his ass a number of times before I lunged all the way in brought unquestionable joy to me and Hal alike. I fucked him slow. I fucked him fast. I fucked him doggie style. I laid him on the kitchen table and fucked him. We finally ended up standing in the kitchen and me impaling him from behind until we came simultaneously.
"ARRGGGHHHH!"
"I'm exhausted!"
"Me too," I stated as I led him down the hall to the bed where we flopped down and slept `til 12:30. The sun was high when we finally awoke.
After awaking we laid in bed just talking, trying to analyze the past hours.
"Generally, I'm a pretty laid back guy, not prone to excesses! You have made me an `excess exponent extrodinaire!'"
"Hey, don't forget, I'm a neophyte, and besides I've been celibate for a while!" I stated.
"That must be the reason."
"Well, maybe it's just that illusive thing called chemistry!"
"Some chemistry . . . damned near cosmic!"
Hal and I were basically laid back guys. We weren't into outward public exhibitions of emotion of any kind. Generally our love making was also laid back, gentle, considerate, deliberate; not screamingly orgasmic nor frenetically cosmic. But then there were times where we really surprised our selves. This was one of those times.
A few months later, we decided to take a week end and go somewhere and relax. We drove to Turkey Run State Park nestled in the hilly, rocky crags of the west central part of the state. A reserved room in the lodge was waiting our arrival. There weren't a lot of other guests. It was idyllic. Friday night we had a wonderful dinner in the quaint dining room, complete with a fair bottle of wine. After walking around outside for an hour, we retired to our room, made warm gentle love and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Saturday dawned bright and warm. Donning hiking shorts, boots and a cotton sweater we set out onto one of the numerous, well marked paths. The path we took was labelled: "3.5 miles, some climbing required." We hiked at a casual pace, stopping from time to time to observe on view or another. At one point we came to a fork in the path. To our left we saw a narrow deep defile and a sign announcing "expert" to the right the path was marked "moderate." We took the "expert" path and walked into a narrow, high walled, shaded ravine. A narrow brook babbled at our feet as we jumped from one rock to another. After several blocks the ravine ended abruptly.
"I guess we're supposed to climb up there." Hal nodded.
We didn't have any climbing equipment--ropes and the like.
"Do you think we can do it?" I queried.
"Yeah, if we're careful." and he started up carefully choosing his foot holds and hand holds.
Just as carefully I followed. It wasn't too bad. As Hal was in front of me I frequently got a great view up the loose, wide legs of his hiking shorts with his cock and balls cradled in his brief's pouch.
"We're almost there," Hal announced and stopped just short of the top.
I climbed up behind him and couldn't help but run my hand up the inside of his thigh and cup the visible, pendant pouch.
"Ah! Geese man!"
I not only cupped his encased cock and balls, I began to fondle them. At first my action was meant just as a bit of a joke, a tease, but then the feel of his pendant balls and cock turned me on a bit. My fondling caused a not unexpected reaction--Hal's cock began to swell. Rather than hasten up the short distance to the top, Hal held his position and luxuriated in being so caressed. I tried to insinuate my fingers into the pouch, but couldn't.
"Damn!" and Hal shot up that short distance, freeing himself of my lascivious pampering.
I quickly followed. He was siting a yard from the edge, knees bent and legs spread apart a bit. I crawled up and immediately, my hand dove down that gaping pant leg and latched on to his hardening cock.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked with a smirk.
I didn't answer, but re-assaulted that pouch and managed to drag his hardening cock out an up the loose leg. Instantly, like some ravenous raptor, I bent over and sucked its half-length into my mouth.
"Ah! Damn!"
There, on the "expert" portion of the "3.5 miles, some climbing required" path in Turkey Run State Park I gave Hal a blow job . . . an eco-blow job . . . a woodsy blow job . . . a back to nature blow job. I hadn't planned it. It was just spontaneous, and memorable. So there you are!
"Damn," Hal stated after slipping his detumescent cock back in its pouch, "You are some weird guy today!"
"Well you were wearing those loose damned legged shorts, displaying your private wares to me. What did you expect?"
He chuckled, reached over and gave me a kiss.
An hour or so later we arrived back at the lodge, two satisfied, content and happy hikers.
Later, that night, after a passionate coupling, we were cuddling when Hal asked, "What would you say if I suggested that we live together?"
I had been considering making the same suggestion for a week or so. I cuddled even closer and whispered, "Well, it would save on rent!"
He pinched my ass, playfully.
"Is that all?"
Feeling particularly naughty, I stated with a grin, "Well, it wouldn't take a ten minute drive to hook up if we suddenly got horny!"
He slapped my bare ass!
"I'd love it!"
"What?"
"I'd love to live with you!" then added, "But, there's one condition . . . ."
"And what might that be?"
"We have to have a place with a dishwasher. I hate doing dishes!"
A month later, after some searching, we found a place compatable to both our needs. Moving in was not what we expected. Each of us had lived in a two bedroom apartment and we moved into a larger, two bedroom apartment. We had two of everything, almost!
The second afternoon in our new apartment found us finally finished. Everything had been unpacked, put in its place and the duplicates packed away in our storage closet.
"Glad that's done," Hal stated.
"Me, too!"
"I'm gonna take a shower."
As he got up and walked down the hall to our bedroom, I watched and marvelled at this sight of his ass globes, firm and muscular wrapped in his jeans. Compelled, I got up and walked down the hall. Suddenly I needed to shower too!
Hal's back was to me as I stepped into the large, glass enclosed shower. He was covered with suds as he shampooed his hair.
"It's just me," I said as my hand hand moved down the ridger of his back and into the deep cleft.
"Mmmmm!" he moaned, "I'll give you an hour to stop that!"
"Is that all?"
My soapy finger massaged his bud then slipped inside.
"I can see the headlines now . . ." Hal stated, "'Councellor raped in the shower.'" Then he pushed back onto my invading digit which soon became plural.
"Ahhh!" he gasped and whirled around and dropped to his knees, sucking my cock into his throat.
"I can see the headlines now, 'Councellor's lover raped in the shower!'" I mimicked.
I gasped as he reached between my legs and slowly inserted a finger into my fuck tunnel. Spreading my legs so he would have easier access. Hal soon added another finger, plunging both into my deep recess. Guess we both had the same idea. Then a third finger joined the other too. Soon I was primed and ready. In the time we had been together, I had learned to relax my sphincter to accomodate his cock's girth. I turned around, bent over a bit, grabbed my knees as I felt Hal's hands on my hips and his rosebud-likke cockhead pushing against my prepared orifice!
"Ahhh!" I gasped as he slowly pushed his way into my warm, dark heaven.
Soon he was pushing and out of me with a delicious rhythm.
"What a great way to innagurate our new shower."
"We should innagurate every room this way," I suggested.
"Great idea." Quickly Hal popped out of me, ran into the middle of our bedroom, bent over, pulled his cheeks apart and stated, "Your turn."
Walking up behind him, I aimed my cock asn slipped it into his awaiting, quivering hole. I began to gleefully pump away! What can be said of our relationship is that sexually we were absolutely compatable and totally versatile. We both loved to fuck and we both loved to be fucked by each other.
"Oh, yeah!" he crooned, "I love the way my ass feels with your cock buried in it!"
"I also love the way my ass feels with YOUR cock buried in it!" Saying that, I popped out of Hal's quaking hole and ran into the hallway and assumed the position, stating, "My turn!"
Quick, like a bunny, Hal was humping me in the hallway, shoving is substantial cock into my pliant hole. We both were panting.
Alternating fucking and getting fucked, and laughing hysterically, we christened every room in our apartment, including the front hall closet. We ended up in the middle of the living room . . . no rooms left, fell into a passionate embrace and slid to the floor. Luckily I was on the bottom as I had developed a sudden desire to have Hal fill me with his luscious love muscle. I lifted my legs and brought my knees to my chest. He didn't need any further invitation. Slowly he slid his rampant cock into my quivering hole and we gently fucked for long, long minutes.
I really didn't know if either of us shot our load. The move was exhausting, the love making was rejuvenating, but also exhausting. We woke up at midnight, Hal still imbedded in my ass. We kissed languidly, turned on our sides and fell back to sleep. There on our living room rug two exhausted yet sated guys slept, entwined.
We had duly and passionately initiated our new apartment.