This is the ultimate story of two men, Dave and Greg. Two men who discover a passion for each other, despite their current heterosexual relationships. If you find a story involving same sex partners not to your liking, or if you are not of legal age in the area in which you reside, please leave now. If this is what you're looking for in entertainment, please enjoy. Remember, the characters and situations are alive only in my imagination, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is totally coincidental.
This is my first attempt at writing a continuing epic. And as always, this author craves feedback. Criticism only makes me a better writer. Please respond to Jaylovenj@comcast.net. I look forward to hearing from you.
Four Becomes Two: Chapter 5
"Don't say anything, please. I've seen the way you look at me, and I'm guessing that you 'do' have some feelings for me. I know I do for you.
I don't know what this is, but if there is anything here, I feel we should explore it. And from the way you are bumping into me right now, I feel that you are thinking the same thing too."
I continue to stare at Greg. Damn! He is so beautiful. The way his eyelashes flutter as he talks, the way his muscles ripple with the slightest movement, the way his lips form words.I grab him, bringing him to me, our lips lock.
His lips are so soft, so moist. And his body molds to mine trapping our hard dicks between us as our hips begin a slow, demanding grind against each other.
I don't know if it was he, me, or both of us echo a moan of delight against the tile wall of the bathroom.
My hands can't help but imitate Greg's as they seek the feel of flesh beneath them, all the while pulling each other into a tighter grip. His skin feels so unlike any I've ever felt before. Coarser, more weathered in spots, so unlike that of a woman.
Whereas a woman is soft, Greg is hard. Whereas a woman's touch is gentle, Greg's is more demanding. Whereas a woman is smooth, Greg is bristled with hair. I find that contrast so exciting.
"I want you so bad," I say to him.
"I want you, too," he replies. He latches onto my neck, and I can feel the blood rush to that spot, making what I know will be one big hickey.
Once he has his fill of my neck, he moves further, sliding his lips over my left nipple, causing me to catch my breath.
Still lower he travels, with me encouraging him by pressing down upon his shoulders.
I feel his breath against the head of my dick. "Oh, man, it's so big. You fuck Shelia with this thing?"
"I wouldn't talk, if I were you. You're not exactly Tiny Tim yourself," I respond, the words coming in ragged gasps.
Greg's tongue then swipes a broad path across the head of my pre-cum soaked dick. "Umm, you taste good!" he tones.
"Umm, that feels good." I watch in awe as he pulls the head, and a couple of inches, into his mouth as he lowers himself to his knees.
He begins to suckle like a baby, causing me to fall back against the wall of the shower, needing it for support as my knees suddenly buckle.
"Greg, oh Greg," I moan. He is really going to town now. A man possessed! He is gobbling up my cock like a dog on a soup bone.
I feel the familiar signal of my impending orgasm. "Greg, Greg, I'm going to pop," I announce. It only seems to cause him to intensify his efforts. "Greg, I'm coming!" He reaches up and grabs my balls just as the first volley is expelled from my piss-slit. I expect him to spit it out, but he seems to suck harder, doing something that few people have ever done-taking all of me to the hilt!
The wall can no longer hold me as my knees give away, and I sink to the floor of the shower. The spray is beating down upon my face as Greg continues to minister to my tingling cock.
"De-e-e-licious!" he says, smacking his lips. I use the last bit of strength I have to pull him to me, tasting myself upon his lips as he presses his to mine. I can feel his hot dick rubbing against me, and I grab for it.
"Not yet," he says, standing and pulling me to my feet. "Why don't we finish the shower, and take this into the other room?"