This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.
This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author.
Mark Stevens
Brian and Jeff: Part 2
We went for an early dinner and was back at Jeff's cabin enjoying beers. Jeff was sitting on the couch, and I was laying with my head in his lap. Like I had mentioned, it had been a couple of years since we had spent any time together, and we were enjoying having the opportunity to do so once again.
"It's been a long time since we've had any time together," Jeff said.
I nodded. "I know. Too damn long," I added.
"I just wish we could work things out where we could be together more," Jeff admitted, a touch of sadness creeping into his voice.
"I do, too." I looked up at him and smiled. "Maybe it's a good thing we aren't together very often. I'm not sure what it would do to our marriages."
"Sometimes I wish I could say, `Fuck the marriage'." Jeff's tone changed from that of sadness to bitterness.
"You don't really mean that,' I said, sitting up beside him. "Do you?" I asked, looking into his eyes.
"I'm not sure, Brian. I do care for Sally. And I love my kids with all my heart."
"I feel the same way about my kids. I'd go crazy without them."
"How do you feel about Kathy?"
I was thoughtful for a moment. "I love her," I finally answered.
"Are you sure?" Jeff asked.
"I said I love her."
"Do I hear something else in your voice? Doubt, perhaps?"
I shook my head and said, no doubt about it, Jeff. I do love Kathy." I paused a second before continuing on. Taking a deep breath, I said, "I'm just not sure that I'm IN LOVE with her any more."
"But you said you loved her."
"Yes, I did. Jeff, there's a big difference in loving someone and being in love with them. You should know that."
"Well, then I must still love Sally," Jeff decided. "I don't think I am in love with her. In fact, I'm not sure I ever was in love with her."
"Why did you marry her then?" I asked, taking a sip from the bottle I was holding.
"Hell, the same reason you did, most likely. Back then it was just expected of you to do that. You got your education, found a job, a `good' girl, settled down and had a family. There was just no question about it back then."
I thought about what Jeff had said, and I suddenly realized for the first time he was right. I, too, had done the same thing. "You're right, Jeff, I did exactly that."
"Have you been sorry you went that road?"
I didn't even have to think about that. "No, I haven't," I said. "My life with Kathy hasn't been that bad, and I wouldn't take anything for my kids."
"What about now?" Jeff asked, looking closely at me. "Would you change things now if you could?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your kids are all grown and leading lives of their own. Have you ever thought about just being honest with them, with Kathy?"
"I can't really say I have. Oh, I won't say I haven't ever wondered at one time or another what might have happened had I gone another way, had never got married. But usually stops there, because I did get married, so there really is no way to determine what MIGHT have happened had I not married."
Jeff was quiet for a minute or two. Finally he said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"Since you've been married, have you ever been with another guy?"
"Nothing much to speak of," I told him. "Over the past twenty or so years I've only been with you as far as fucking another guy. There have been a few that I've met now and then, but all I ever did with them was jack or suck. How about yourself?"
"Same goes for me. There's a guy I know from work. We get together two or three times a month. We usually watch porn and jack."
"You jack each other?" I asked.
"A few times," Jeff said. "Mostly we just watch movies and jack our own cocks."
"Is it straight porn?"
"Most of the time," Jeff said. "When I watch that kind, I have to focus on the guy, his cock, and what he's doing with it. Ever once in a while there is a scene in the movies that show two guys blowing each other. I really enjoy those scenes."
"How about your friend, is he straight, or does he like a little of both?"
"He's completely straight, or so he says," Jeff smiled.
"Something tells me you think perhaps not?"
"Oh, I think he definitely enjoys being with women. However, when he watches a guy suck another guy off, his cock gets harder than ever, and he usually shoots his wad in nothing flat."
I grinned. "Hum, sounds like you might be dealing with a double header."
"Something like that."
I stood up from the couch. "All right, enough about your friend. My buddy here has a severe problem, and he needs someone to help him out." Saying that, I reached down and placed my hand on my now bulging crotch and said, "You think there's someone here that can give him a hand, so to speak?"
Jeff also stood to his feet and said, "I'm sure of it. Let's hit the bed."
By the time we were in the bedroom, we were both completely naked, our clothes being thrown all over the place. The bed was still unmade from our afternoon sex, and I fell in it, pulling Jeff in with me.
Our lips met, and we started kissing, slowly at first, and then, quite passionately as our emotions took over. I was on my back and Jeff crawled between my legs, my cock and bush rubbing hard against his chest. I felt his chest hair meshing in with my wiry bush, and the thought of all that hair together made my cock even harder, brought a ton of pre cum to the tip and out my pee slit.
While kissing Jeff and exploring his body with my hands, I suddenly turned him over, and I was suddenly between his legs, experiencing the same thing he had earlier. My thick mat of chest hair ground in with the cold black pubes around Jeff's cock, and as I rubbed against him, and returned to kissing him mouth, my tongue making its way deep inside, I felt the pre cum ooze out of his hard dick. There was so fucking much of it I could have lubed my dick up and slide right into his hairy tight ass if I wanted to. If I wanted to? Hell yeah, I wanted to.
"Jeff, I'm going to fuck your ass. I want to feel my hard dick up inside that tight hairy hole of yours."
Jeff moaned and said, "Do it. Fuck me, please. Pound me with that hard hairy dick of yours. Fuck me and grind that thick bush into my cheeks."
That did it. I reached for the lube, squeezed some onto my cock, then put some on my finger and worked it up inside Jeff. As my finger slipped inside, aided by the greasy lube, Jeff moaned and pushed down against my finger, grinding his ass into my hand.
"Take that damned finger out and put that hard cock of yours in my ass," he ordered.
I didn't need any more encouragement. I spread Jeff's legs, and eyed his hairy hole. The hairs around the opening glistened from all the lube I had placed there. "God, yes, I'm gonna fuck you," I told him.
I placed my cock at the entrance and started teasing it. It was my intention to make him beg for me to fuck him, make him want my cock deep inside his ass. What happened was that when Jeff felt my dick teasing his hole, he bore down on it, forcing his body into me, and his ass suddenly swallowed my cock completely. I slid all the way into his wet opening and felt my bush touch his ass cheeks.
"I'm in, Baby," I told him unnecessarily. "Can you feel my bush rubbing your ass cheeks? God, it feels so good being inside that wet ass of yours."
"Make it wetter," Jeff told me. "Pound my ass, slam those balls against me. Grind those thick brown curls into my cheeks, and fill my hole with all that thick hot man juice from your dick."
I had intended on starting out with a nice, easy slow fuck (if there is such a thing), but Jeff was not in the mood for that. The moment I was inside him, he started meeting my thrusts, slamming his body into mine. As I fucked him, his balls kissed my full and ready to explode nuts, his black curls mixed with my wet brown curls, his dick rubbed hard against my chest, leaking even more pre cum as I continued fucking him, fucking that tight hairy hole between his legs.
"Come on, Bri, fill me," he ordered. "Spray your hot creamy load on the walls of my ass."
As Jeff moaned and ordered me to fill him, I felt his ass muscles tighten up and clamp around my cock. When he did, I knew that was it. The fuck was just about to end, and we both knew it. We both felt my dick swell up even bigger than it already was, felt it start to quiver, and suddenly we both felt my intense orgasm. It was so strong, so powerful that if he hadn't know I'd already came twice since we arrived at the cabin, he would have thought it was my first of the day. It was that strong.
I pumped and pumped until there was no more cum left in my cock to shoot into Jeff's ass. As I pumped, he kept on with the squeezing, until we both finally knew there was nothing left to be squeezed out.
Spent, I lay on top of Jeff, feeling his hard cock between us, his sticky bush rubbing hard against my chest. Suddenly his cock jumped, shuddered, and Jeff moaned loudly as we both felt his hot sticky load shoot between us, landing in both our chest hair. I counted eight spurts before it stopped shooting between us. Like mine had been, Jeff's climax had been very powerful, surprising us both once again, same as it had when I'd cum just moments ago.
Both of us completely spent, I pulled out of Jeff and lay beside him. I reached over and took his hand. We both fell asleep almost immediately.
...
Much later I woke up. It was completely dark outside, and I felt as if I had been sleeping for hours. Jeff was beside me, sleeping soundly. I raised up to look over on the bedside table to look at the clock. It was two o'clock. We had been asleep over four hours.
Jeff was sleeping on his back, and as I went to lay back down in bed, my hand brushed across him. Immediately I discovered he was very hard. In the dark room I could see he was supporting a huge thick woody, and suddenly I had an idea. I reached for the lube started squeezing some from the bottle. Just seeing Jeff's hard dick had brought mine to attention right away. I applied a thick load of the gel all over my dick, greasing it down well. Then I reached for Jeff's cock. I was hoping I could get him lubed up and be on top of him, his dick buried deep inside my ass, before he woke up.
As I rubbed his cock with the lube, Jeff remained asleep. However, he started fucking my hand as I lubed him up. I finished greasing his stick and quietly, with as little motion as possible, I straddled him, my ass seeking for his cock. When it found it, I positioned quickly, and he slide all the way inside. I slide to the base of his cock, feeling all those wonderfully hot black curls tickling my ass. I started moving up and down, riding his cock like a stick horse. A very hard and thick stick horse, I might add.
I think Jeff thought he was dreaming he was fucking, because he suddenly moaned and really started going after my ass, fucking me, pounding me as hard, if not harder than he ever had when he was awake. He moaned and fucked me hard, grinding his thick cock forest tightly against my ass. I felt his balls beneath me as I rose to meet each fuck thrust he made as he reamed my wet hairy hole. God, it felt so good to have him fuck my ass.
Suddenly I felt him tense up, and he moaned, "I'm going to fill your hole with my cum. Here, take it, Babe."
As I sat down hard on the hairy cock inside my ass, I felt it swell and start to erupt. I felt the hot thick load spray my ass. As I continued grinding into him, I felt some of his cum leak out, landing in his bush. That made me even hotter as I felt the sticky hairs touching my ass. I reached for my own leaking cock, and because of the hard ass pounding I'd just had, it didn't take many strokes for me to shoot my own hot load. It shot out of my cock and landed on the sheets between Jeff's legs.
"You mother fucker," Jeff said in the dark. "It's not even safe for a guy to try and get a night's sleep with you around."
"You are the fucker all right," I told him. "I don't exactly think of me as the mother you were fucking."
"Asshole," he laughed.
"You did a good job with that as well, I might add." I gave him a grin and raised up off him.
As I lay back down beside him, I said, "God, you're still hard. Are you ready for another romp?"
He shook his head. "I don't think so. The blood's just a little slow to leave the top, I guess."
We both laughed, and holding each other, we soon fell asleep, our cum everywhere.