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Falling for Joel 4
Joel in many ways is more like a straight guy than a gay guy. Like, he's really hairy on his chest and his stomach, and of course his legs and forearms, but I'd bet about anything that he's never even thought about shaving anything other than his face. And another thing is that he always says what's on his mind. I mean, I know that if he wants to fuck he'll say that, or if he wants me to do something he'll tell me. There are no hidden messages: you never have to guess at what he meant by something or if he's trying to tell you something. He just says it. It's not that he's rude or unkind, ever, just that he doesn't think in a roundabout way. He's direct, but kind.
I was lying in bed and my head was resting on Joel's upper arm and my right hand was covering his right hand as it was pressed against my abdomen. I felt the strength in his arm and the hair on it. It felt like a mans arm. Joel's cock was soft but pressed against my butt and his right leg was between my legs. His hairy chest and stomach were pressed up against my back and I could feel his breath rising and falling. His face was buried in the back of my head and I felt totally his. Not like a slave or anything, we didn't always agree, but just that we were a couple and I gave him the right to be in charge. I wanted him to make the decisions and that was something that came naturally to him. He liked to take charge.
I don't mean to imply by this that I was some kind of mindless twink. I had a really good job with a major bank and I was very good at it, but in our personal life, our life as a couple, Joel was in charge.
Our room was still dark, but the birds were beginning to make noise outside. Hmmm, not sure you would call it noise, but well, bird sounds anyway. Periodically Joel adjusted his position, usually by pulling me in tighter and him cramming his dick against my ass harder. When he would wake up he would want to fuck me and he would even though I was still a little swollen and sore from the day before. We fucked six times the day before. While I'm sure that's no world record I hadn't been getting fucked for that long a time and it kinda wore my butt out. Actually being swollen and a little sore felt good, kinda warm and a little throbbing but in a nice comfortable way. My butt felt used. Maybe I should have felt like a slut, but since the using was done by my boyfriend I didn't think that it would count toward being a slut.
But right then I had to pee, big time, so I slowly slid out from under Joel's arm.
"Where ya goin' babe?" His voice was a half asleep mumble. He wrapped his arm around me tighter.
"Joel, I gotta pee!" I slid out again from under him.
"Okay, but come on back." He's just mumbling.
Again, I slid out, but this time I made it to the bathroom and unloaded a liter of pee. I also swished some mouthwash around `cause I was sure I had, like, dog breath. When I was setting the mouthwash back on the top of the cabinet, I saw my wedding ring on my right hand and I smiled.
I climbed back into bed and Joel again pulled me to him. He was more awake then, and he ran his hand up the crack of my butt, stopping to feel my asshole. , I could feel his hard-on pressing against me.
"You're kinda' swollen. Does it hurt?"
The touch of his hand was indescribable. "No, just a little warm. It's fine." I reached behind me and held his dick. "You're a little swollen, too." He laughed and reached behind him to the nightstand and grabbed some lube.
"This'll make it feel better." He poured the lube onto the fingers of his right hand and then started rubbing it into my asshole, around the outside, and then finally shoved his fingers into me.
"Oh, my god! Oh, shit!"
Joel lifts himself up a bit. "That hurt, babe?" He sounded surprised and concerned.
"God, no! It feels fucking fantastic!"
He started kissing the side of my neck and mumbled into it. "You had me scared for a second." His fingers were still playing with my asshole but gently, soothingly.
Joel positioned his cock at my asshole, and then just left it there, rock hard, and just laying against it.
"Push back against it when you're ready hun. If it hurts, stop."
His body seems to be enveloping mine, his leg between mine became more rigid, his upper body was covering more of me, and I could feel his muscles gathering themselves. If he had wanted to rape me there would have been no way on earth that I could have stopped him, but he was not that kinda guy. He didn't need to rape me, because I wanted his cock more than anything. In a way, he trained me to want it. I pushed back until I felt the head pop in.
"Oh....., yeah, yeah!" It was not only the feeling of him penetrating me, which is fantastic, but it was also the idea of it, that it was my lover entering me, becoming one with me. His arms tightened around me, holding me secure, holding me the way that he wanted me positioned while he fucked me.
I could feel his feet digging into the sheets to get the leverage he needed to plow me. It didn't matter that my asshole was swollen, because then it ws stretched well past that, as eight and a half thick inches of cock pushed slowly into me.
"Oh, babe, I fuckin' love your ass!" He was pushing my legs apart, and then he had both of his legs between mine as he drove his cock into my ass. I could feel his chest hair against my back and the muscles in his torso working as he began to fuck me.
Joel was fucking me slowly, deliberately, and was talking softly to me all the time he was fucking me. His voice was throaty, deep, as he told me how much he loved me, what a great fuck I was, and how much he loved fucking me. I was barely capable of speech, his cock in my ass was on the borderline between pain and ecstasy, and all that I could do was make little animal sounds while I rolled my head back and forth. Actually, I came a couple of minutes before, but I didn't tell Joel because for one thing I could barely talk, and for another I didn't want that to end. And anyway, I would cum again before it was over.
Joel's hands were on either side of my head, the muscles in his arms like steel, and I held onto his forearms as I started to fuck back against him.
"Oh, fuck, Stephen! God I love fucking you!" Then he was licking the back of my neck and biting it.
"Oh, man!" I twisted my head and he bent down and we kissed. "I can feel your balls slapping against me. Geez, you've got big balls." I dropped my head to the mattress and gave in to the sensations. I knew that I was moaning, but it was not really words. I was just feeling that big cock pushing open the walls of my asshole and going deep into me, making me sooooo his.
Suddenly he stopped fucking, and then slowly pulled out of me while he rolled me over onto my back. The cum from my earlier orgasm had now spread everywhere, and I would have to wash the sheets before we left that afternoon. Joel put my feet on his chest and then positioned his cock, stopping for a second he looked down at me and grinned, then slowly entered me, stretching me again. From his waist Joel's upper body flaired out in a "V" with powerful chest and shoulders. He turned his head and kissed my ankle; my hands were holding onto his knees. There was a tingling that began, I suppose, at my prostate and ran up to the head of my cock, and I knew that I could cum again any time. I closed my eyes, because if I watched him I knew that I would cum. That wild black hair, the powerful hands on my legs, those muscles bunching and releasing. Then I thought for an instant about his cock being inside me.
"Oh, God, Joel! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" I felt my ass clamp down like a vise on his cock, much harder than I would have thought possible. When I looked up at Joel his face was contorted.
"Fuck, Stephen! Oh, shit, I'm cumming!" He pushed my knees to my chest and leaned forward while he was cumming and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth, his hands on the sides of my face, breathing into my mouth. I could feel the pulses of his cock as he came in my ass and I wanted to scream with the joy of it.
"Oh, fuck, that was wonderful! God, you were great, babe!" He was panting like a racehorse, his breath hitting my face as he spoke. I pulled him down for another kiss. His sweat was dripping fromhis face and landing on mine. I pulled him down again and licked the sweat from his chin. He tasted good, salty, clean, and very Joel. He laughed and licked my face in turn, where his sweat had fallen.
Joel was still holding my legs in his hands with my feet up high on his chest. He looked down as he very slowly pulled his softening cock out of my ass.
He grinned at me again. "God, we're gonna have a fucking lot of cum on these sheets." He lowered my legs to the bed on either side of him.
I reached up and grabbed his arms and pulled him over on top of me. He fell hard, but stopped himself so that he was just above me. His face was an inch from mine. I ran my hands through his hair. His legs were between mine. His now-soft-cock was pressed to mine. He felt hot, steamy hot, and wet with sweat.
"I love to watch you fuck me. You're really beautiful, like a beautiful animal. I mean, well, I don't mean that you're an animal, but the beauty is the same." I smiled at him. "Like a horse is beautiful or a big wild cat."
He buried his face in my neck and growled, "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr".
We were both laughing, then suddenly Joel jumped up, and grabbing my hand, pulled me up with him. "Shower time, sexy!"
"Me, sexy?" I shook my head. "You're the one who's sexy." He pulled me into the shower.
"Stephen, you cum when I kiss you, you cum when you smell my shirt! Now that's fucking sexy!" He pushed me under the shower spray and then began to shampoo my hair. God, it was so fucking erotic having someone shampoo your hair. My back was against Joel's chest and he was lathering me up.
He said, "Close your eyes." He then washed my face, then directed the shower so I rinsed off. Joel held my arms up one at a time and lathered them. I could feel myself getting hard as he turned me toward the tile wall. Joel lathered my back and the feeling of his hands on me was a turn on. He washed my ass and gently slipped a soapy finger inside me, I pressed back against him. Boyfriend or not, I felt like I was slipping into slut territory and I could feel his hard cock brushing my thigh. Joel twisted his finger around until he was pressing down on my prostate. He was kissing the back of my neck.
"Grab the wall, babe." I put my hands against the tile and pushed my butt backwards.
"Damn, if an ass was ever meant to be fucked it's yours, hon." Joel placed his cock at my hole and gently pressed in. My ass was being stretched and my legs were beginning to shake Joel's arm was around my waist.
"Oh, God, Joel! Oh, wow! Geez, you slide right in!"
"Yeah, babe, you're still loose from the last one." Joel fucked me so fast I could barely keep my balance. I fell against Joel, and in the end he held me up almost completely and fucked me at the same time. I never touched my cock because I was trying too hard to find something solid to hang onto, but with the movement caused by Joel fucking me, my cock bounced all the way down and then slapped back up against my stomach. Just as Joel started to lose his balance and we were sliding down the tile wall, I started cumming. Joel and I were both laughing and he was still fucking and then he pulled his cock out of me and jerked off on both of us.
Joel leaned naked against the kitchen counter drinking his morning coffee. He pulled me gently to him, kissed me quickly on the lips, and then with his arm around me, nuzzled my neck.
"Thank you."
I had leaned my forehead on his chest and then looked up at him in surprise. "Why `thank you'?"
"For this morning. But more importantly because you love me." He tilted his head and gave me an odd look. "Don't stop. Loving me, that is."
I put my free hand around his shoulder. "I'll never stop. Why would I?"
Joel glanced at the floor and shifted his weight. "Because...you're like this perfect guy." He glanced away from me and then back. "I don't know. Maybe it's just this fear that something is too good, so something is gonna screw it up." He pushed away from the counter and pulled me with him into the living room and onto the sofa. I lay totally on top of him, our crotches pressed together, the top of my head just by his chin. Joel stroked my hair.
"There's something we have to decide about, or, well, at least think about. I haven't told you everything." I started to get up to look at him but he held me in place.
Then, suddenly, he rolled to the side, taking me with him. Now we were looking at each other, our faces practically pushed together. "Really, I didn't mean to withhold anything, and if you don't want me to do it, I won't." He sat up and rubbed my arm while he looked down at me. "But the whole television thing, well, the thing is, I hate it. Well, hate is maybe too strong a word. It's just that I've been offered a job teaching as an Associate Professor, and I think that's what I want to do." Joel studied my eyes. "So would you be disappointed if your boyfriend wasn't in television? And, well actually, I might still do a few spots, but basically, I would be out."
I smiled then sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees. "Joel, I never cared about the television thing. I mean it was unusual to know someone who was actually on television, but it didn't affect the way that I felt about you. Where would you teach?"
"I think Northwestern is gonna offer me the job. At least they've been sounding like it. I got my master's there and I still have a lot of friends there." Joel looked around, then said. "Grab your coffee. Let's drink it on the patio."
"Lemme get some shorts on."
"You're fine Nobody can see anything." He smiled. "Besides, I like looking at you naked."
We walked naked together out onto the patio. Joel sat on one of the chaise lounges and pulled me down onto it with him. He turned in the chaise and placed his left hand along the right side of my face. "You're like a miracle to me." He kissed me slowly. "A fucking miracle."
I snuggled in deeper to his body. "Well if you're gonna teach in Evanston are we gonna move? I mean it would be a lousy commute."
Joel wrapped his arm around my shoulder and lightly rubbed my chest. "I've been thinking about it, about maybe buying a house near the university." He nuzzled my head. "How would you feel about living in Evanston? We'd have our own house and we could decorate it any way we wanted." He licked my ear and it was like an electric shock.
"Well, it'd be cool that it'd be our house, not just yours or mine, but ours." I intertwined my fingers in Joel's. "I could probably even get a job out there." I sat up and turned to look directly at Joel. "But what about those college kids? I don't want some horny college guy messing with the professor."
"Sweetheart, you've got nothing to worry about." He pulled me back down and nuzzled my neck. "I'm really good at being faithful. When I'm in love. Like now."
Joel's balls rolled off to one side and there in the daylight they looked so huge. I reached down and very gently gathered them into my hand. I could see Joel watching me out of the corner of my eye. I turned and smiled at him. "Do ya' mind? I love your balls."
Joel raised his hand and rubbed my cheek with the back of his knuckles. He spoke very softly. "I don't mind. In a way they belong to you."
If you had seen Joel dressed in jeans and without a shirt you would have thought that a guy with a body like that would probably be an athlete. If you had just heard him reporting on television or interviewing someone you'd think: smart, educated, erudite guy. But, if you could then see him, too, it would be like there was something a bit at odds with itself. You wouldn't expect to find these qualities in one person. He was like this big affectionate teddy bear with fantastic looks, muscles to die for and a brain like the proverbial steel trap.
Joel was rubbing my back and smiling at me. "I guess we better start cleaning the place up. I hate leaving. This is, like, my sanctuary."
"I hate leaving, too. This was a special couple of days."
"It sure was, babe. The best days of my life."
I had never cleaned a house naked before. It was kinda strange watching Joel, because he seemed to have no inhibitions about being naked. I watched him walk outside to get the grill and put it away, and at that particular moment a boat went by on the river. It sounded its horn a couple of times and Joel looked up and saw a few people in the back of the boat waving to him. He just waved back like it didn't mean anything. I would have gone running for the house.
At about four o'clock we finally locked the door and climbed into the car for the drive back to the city. Ninety minutes later we pulled into a restaurant just outside of the city to get some dinner. When we were driving, Joel and I, I would kinda' go into a trance just looking at him as we drove and talked. The muscles in his face, the ways his eyes flashed when he was talking about something that he felt strongly about, the power in his jeans covered legs, leading up to that packed crotch.
I was becoming a total slut! No, not for just anybody, but I was getting to the point where I got a hard-on whenever Joel just walked into the room. Sitting at my desk during the day, I would remember what his hairy chest against my back felt like, then the precum would start running, and I would spend ten minutes in the john trying to get that to stop. When we were in the car there was also the heat coming from his body, and the smell of him, this wonderful mixture of soap and him, that went straight to my brain like an incoming missile.
Joel was looking at me over the table in the restaurant, and the waitress has just put coffee in front of us. "Stephen. Stephen." He touched my hand. "You okay, babe?" I started to blush.
"Oh, yeah, yeah! God, Joel, I guess I was vegin'." The top buttons of his shirt were open and I could see his chest hair. "I'm fine, now. It'll be good to get home."
Joel looked a little perplexed. "Didn't you like the country, babe?"
"Oh, no! That's not it. I loved the country." I looked down at the table top and then back up into those eyes. "I love you. And what we spent most of our time doing."
Joel flashed me a lopsided grin that could have melted steel. "I love you, too, babe. And we're gonna spend a lot more time doin' just that."
"Geez, Joel, I've never been this.....needy before." I took a sip of my coffee and glanced up at him, touching my forehead with my thumb and index finger. "I'd be in your lap right now, if I could." I looked down. "How did this happen so quickly?"
"You fell in love." His voice was a deep, lush, velvet. "With me."
I looked up into those warm eyes. "God, did I fucking ever!" I shoke my head slowly. "You have no idea." I lifted my hands and then dropped them back into my lap. "You're my whole fucking world. Everything I do, all day long, I'm thinking about you." I held up my hand. "Don't even ask what the fuck I'm thinking."
Joel leaned back in the booth and gave me a cocky look. "So you really are.., like, mine!"
I laughed and sat forward with my elbows on the table. "Oh, don't look so frigging self-satisfied!" Then softly, "But, yeah, I am like yours....., so totally yours."
Joel quickly sat forward and touched my hand. "Stephen, it's two ways. I mean, it's not just you belonging to me, it's me belonging to you, too." He looked so earnest and somehow at the same time so incredibly sexy.
I hooked my little finger in his. "I'll be glad when we're home." I ducked my head. "For one thing I need you....., again. And for another..., I just wanna be with you." I looked up into those eyes. "I want us to be together...., like normally...., not just sex, but I wanna spend time, in our home, with my lover."
"Babe, that's exactly what we're gonna do."