The Second Date -- Second Base or Home Run?
"Oh, FUUUUCCKKK," the hunk growled as he shot ropes of thick cum on Dan's sweat-slicked pecs and abs. The sperm felt hot and wonderful as it splashed on his body. Dan grabbed the hunk's body tightly and held him close as the man's legs quivered and gave way. His strong arms supported the spent handsome hunk of a man as the two hot men stood on the cold tile of the dark bathroom. The only light was the filtered street lamp through the small window over the bathtub.
Dan and Mark had only met the evening before at a charity event where Mark had performed. Upon being introduced their connection had been as electrical as if both men had been hit by a bolt of lightning. And, maybe they had.
That entire day Mark had been in Dan's thoughts. They had exchanged a couple of e-mails, both stating that they were looking forward to getting together that evening. Dan had a spring in his step that day, and had been humming the Gershwin classic, "I've got a crush on you." He stopped himself a couple of times and thought, "Damn Dan, you're acting like a school girl," but then he shrugged his shoulders and went on humming. The staff in his office was glad to see him in a good mood, and several speculated as to the cause. If they only knew.
For the past year, Dan had been working out with a trainer at a gym. It was a gay gym and his trainer, Robert, was also gay. They had developed a good relationship and the workouts were as spiritual in nature as they were physical. Dan looked forward to his time with Robert and the abuse that he could dish out.
Working out with all of the other hot and younger men always got Dan's testosterone flowing, and with the anticipation of what was likely to happen this evening with Mark, he could hardly contain himself.
While Robert stretched him out and worked on his tight muscles, Dan told of the events of the previous evening and the immediate and powerful effect Mark had had upon him. Robert was of shorter stature than Dan, but had a ripped body. His chest, arms and shoulders were bulging, and under his tank top Robert had the most solid six-pack abs Dan had ever felt. Dan had always been curious about what was in Robert's jockstrap, and had fantasized about what the trainer's tattoos would feel like with his tongue, but there never had been an opportunity for that. They had always maintained a professional relationship -- unlike some of the other trainers and clients in the gym, that is if you could believe rumor.
Dan respected Robert's philosophy on life and wanted the man's reaction. He always had something profound to say. "It's about time you found yourself a keeper, Myrna. And he's a widow as well... guess you're gonna get down and have some hot nasty Widda Sex." Oh well, so much for profoundness. "I had expected more from a Buddhist-Methodist, Nancy." Dan replied. "Oh fuck philosophy, just rip the man's clothes off go for that Widda Sex." Just the way he had said it, Dan knew the w and s were capitalized.
Robert continued, "I've met Mark before, and he's a really sweet man. But . . ." he paused and Dan thought, "oh God, he's a serial killer with a personality disorder." Robert finished his sentence, ". . . he believes in monogamy, and Lord knows - as well as everyone else in the Ripcord - what a slut you can be, Honey." Dan grimaced, "Yeah, I know. He mentioned that. But he also said he likes inventive sex. And that really has my curiosity going."
After the workout, Dan was revved up about his date, but wanted to relax a bit in the steamroom. The steamroom always felt so good and the heat made him sweat. He could feel the tension and toxins flowing from his body and his skin was slick. Leaning back and closing his eyes, he slid his hand over his furry chest and abs. He lightly tugged on his left nipple as his right hand roamed down and started pulling slowly on his thickening cock. Dan always loved jacking off in the steam room. The orgasmic release in the hot environment always left him heady. However this evening was not the night to JO to completion. He hoped that would come later with the hunk that had occupied his mind all day.
Dan followed the directions Mark had given him and found the house quite easily. It was a cute 1920's bungalow which been redone. The stud answered the door all a grin. He was wearing a tight navy shirt with white trim. It clung quite nicely to his well formed pecs. Full cut blue jeans and black boots. The look in his eyes and the smile conveyed that he also liked what he saw standing right in front of him.
All Dan could say was "WOOF!" Mark pulled him inside, closed the door and gave Dan a bear hug with his strong arms and planted a firm kiss on Dan's lips.
When they broke, Mark smiled and looked into Dan's green eyes and said, "WOOF back at ya."
Mark had only moved into the house a couple of months earlier and was still getting settled. Dan liked Mark's taste. A nice mix of contemporary and antiques. In the bedroom was a kink sized... er, king sized sleigh bed. Dan could already see Mark bent over the footboard as he plowed that hot ass. Or, the other way around. Dan was totally versatile, and hoped Mark was as well. The front bedroom was set up as an office and music studio. Mark was pointing out how he had soundproofed the room and Dan was thinking, "If he moans too loudly, I'll just bring him in here to fuck the living daylights out of him."
After the tour as they were standing in the kitchen. Mark moved in and the two men were standing face to face, their nipples only inches apart. Mark grinned and reached up and cradled Dan's head in both hands and pulled him in. Again, their kiss was electric. Dan's once-broken heart was definitely on the mend.
Smiling, Mark said, "Let's go eat, I'm starving. What types of food do you like?" Dan grinned, "It doesn't matter to me. I'm very easy," and winked. They laughed and agreed upon a little Italian restaurant that had recently opened in the neighborhood.
While looking over their menus, the comfortable conversation was continuing. Mark was telling about some foods and spices that he was allergic to. When Mark noted what he was planning on ordering, Dan, who like to cook said, "You may want to order the sauce on the side. Depending on how it's made, it may have one of the spices you're allergic to." Mark smiled, and quietly sang the line, "Someone to watch over me."
Dan was endeared in how this man used song lines to convey his feelings. He had sung in chorus in high school and college, and music had been a big part of his life. While his deceased lover Alan hadn't had much of an interest in music, Dan was delighted that he and Mark shared this love. He found their interests ranged from opera to Cole Porter to Nine Inch Nails. Dan almost broke out in a chorus of "I wanna fuck you like an animal," but decided the couple at the next table with their six-year-old would not be amused.
While the conversation and food had been wonderful, the sexual tension was mounting. As they left the restaurant, Dan popped a Viagra. He was nervous about getting naked with the young stud, and wanted to be sure he didn't suffer from performance anxiety. Besides, he wanted to put his best foot forward -- well, he wanted to put his best 7" forward. He smiled to himself.
They left the restaurant and strolled past many antique shops in the area. The street was almost deserted, and they kept bumping into each other as they slowly strolled, and managing to rub discretely against each other. "This is so nice and comfortable," Dan said. "I'm really enjoying getting to know you." Mark agreed, and about that time they had gotten back to his truck.
Back at Mark's house, he suggested coffee and began brewing a pot. Standing in the kitchen again, they tasted the hot brew and nervously chatted. "Damn, I feel like a teenager," Dan thought to himself. He told Mark, "I'm usually comfortable in situations like this, but all of the sudden I'm nervous."
"Don't be," was the reply as Mark grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to the sofa.
They sat down, at opposite ends and faced each other with their legs entwined. Dan leaned forward and pulled Mark into a warm kiss. The deeper they kissed, the more perfect it felt. They melted in each other's arms. Dan moved down and took the goateed chin in his mouth. As he sucked on Mark's chin, the man began to softly and deeply moan. The man's reaction was a much as a turn on for Dan as the action was in itself. "I'm going to take my time with this, and we're going to have fun," Dan thought.
Suddenly Mark pulled back, shifted down on the sofa, and pulled Dan on top of him. Their jean-covered legs wove together as if they were wrestling. Their lips began searching out each other, their tongues explored. Dan drove his face into Mark's neck and slowly started working the man's neck. He loved to lightly suck with his lips, while pressing firmly with his hard tongue. He got the desired results, Mark was turning into a whimpering pool of Jell-O. Mark's surrender was an incredible turn on.
Dan sat up and straddled the hunk. He slowly raised the hunk's shirt, exposing a perfect pec and small pink nipple. The hunk arched his back and moaned as Dan's moist tongue and lips touched the nipple. "Fuck! How did I wind up on top of this stud of a man?" Dan thought, as he tasted the sweaty smooth skin.
Eventually Dan got back to Marks' mouth and the kissing continued. Their hands were all over each other, their legs locked together, as they ground their pelvises firmly into each other. Blood was engorging all of their muscles, their breath was fast and furious, and the temperature was rising. As they came up for air, each man looked into the other's sparkling eyes and simultaneously said, "WOOF!" With that the started laughing, Dan shifted, and fell off Mark and onto the floor. The laughing continued.
"I had a journalism professor in college who said one of the most important things in life is to be able to laugh during sex," Dan snickered. "She was right."
The men laughed and sat back for a few moments. The next thing Dan was aware of was that he suddenly was on his back and Mark was straddling him. "This is really getting good," Dan thought. "I am so fuckin' hot for this man." Slowly Mark removed his own shirt.
He reminded Dan of an underwear model. As he crossed his arms and exposed his torso, Dan almost creamed right there and then. Mark then removed Dan's shirt and lay down on top of the man. Their bare chests pressed together. Dan began running his hands over the wide shoulders, and muscular arms. He pressed his thumbs deep within Marks armpits and found another erogenous zone. "Man I'm really going to get both of us off when I chew on those pits," Mark grinned to himself.
The groping continued, and slowly Dan slid his hands down the back of Mark's jeans. "Oh fuck, man. A furry ass," Dan softly moaned as he grabbed the two hard globes of man flesh. "I just love furry butts. I've gotta bury my face in that." Mark just moaned.
Quickly Dan slid out from under Mark and forced the man face down and straddled Mark's ass. He began rubbing and pressing Mark's strong muscular back. Then he bent over and started licking and biting the man's back. He squirmed with delight. Dan was licking the base of Mark's spine while reaching up and around and lightly pinching the hunk's nipples. "Man this man has more nerve endings than I've ever seen on any man."
Mark bucked and all of the sudden Dan found himself on his back with the stud sitting on top. Dan loved the way the two men wrestled the other to a desired change of position.
With a gleam in his eye, and never breaking eye contact, Mark began slowly licking and chewing on Dan's chest and stomach. When he got to the waist of Dan's jeans, he started licking. Dan was thrusting up his fully engorged cock, and humping Mark's chest. Mark then snaked his tongue inside the top of Dan's jeans and started flicking his oozing, throbbing piss slit. More precum oozed and Mark lapped it up. Dan was about to explode.
Mark suddenly got up, grabbed Dan's belt and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go to the bedroom," he grinned and pulled Dan behind him.
More to come
The Cabaret Singer - Part 3
The Second Date -- Home Run
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