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 6
We climb out of the shower. Greg has to help me, because my legs are still weak. He takes my towel, and dries me off. Sure, Shelia and I had performed this very act before, but never with the sensuality that I was experiencing now. Just the feel of his hands against my body had my dick reaching skyward in no time.
Once he had finished with me, I took his towel and repeated the process, only with him as the subject. His dick, which was just as hard as mine, was leaking profusely by the time I had finished. How I so wanted to feel him in my mouth, in my ass (where did that thought come from?) and rubbing against my body.
He takes my hand, and pulls me towards the bed. "Greg," I say, pulling my hand from his, "I think we should talk."
"You're not going to do this to me, are you?" he asks, hurt evident in his voice. The last thing I want to do is to hurt him.
"No, but this has happened so fast. And frankly, I'm a little scared," I respond, putting my feelings out there.
"I'm scared, too. Before I met you, I considered myself totally heterosexual. But I for some reason, I want to be a fag for you."
"That's why I think we should talk. I'm not saying that we won't continue, and believe me, I am finding it hard not to just crawl in that bed and make mad passionate love to you right now, but I'm just saying that right now we should talk about this so that we both are on the same page, so to speak."
"OK," he says, thinking for a brief second before responding, "let's talk." He leans back on the bed, his big dick flopping across his hard, flat belly.
"No, not here. Let's talk over dinner. Put some clothes on. I'm going to take you out!"
"You want me to put some pants on over this?" he asks, pointing to his dick. "That might be a little-difficult, for the both of us, don't you think? And I thought we were going to have the fish."
"I think it might be...safer if we go out. We can think better."
"Will you at least dress me then?"
"No, because that will not get us out of here if I touch you," I smile.
"You drive a hard bargain. I don't get any say here, do I?"
"No, Counselor, you don't."
We manage to dress in relative silence, finally being able to get our pants closed over our shafts.
We arrive at the restaurant/bar that's a few miles down the road from the cabin. The sales agent was right. It is a quaint little place, and from the smells, we found that we were famished. The hostess seated us in a corner booth, for which I was thankful given the conversation that we were going to have. Luckily the place was not full.
The hostess did an ample amount of flirting with the both of us, and I could see that she was blushing a little as she walked away. Greg was blushing somewhat also.
"See, that's what I mean. A pretty girl still sends your libido into overdrive. I bet you have a little wood forming," I say to him.
"I never said that a pretty woman could not turn me on, sexually. I bet your dick has some starch in it too. It's just that I want you. I have wanted you from the first night I saw you. I don't know why I'm feeling this way. I have never felt this way before, but to be totally honest, I do. I think we can have a great time together, and I think we can be good together. I'm willing to try, if you are."
"I feel the same way," I respond. "That first night when we met, I fucked the shit out of Shelia when we got home, but in my mind's eye, I was making love to you. Shelia even commented about what a 'tiger' I was that night. If she only knew!"
The waiter comes over for our orders. I, unconsciously, order oysters for an appetizer, a Waldorf salad, and a 3-pound lobster as the main course. "That sounds good, bring me the same," Greg adds.
We both watch the retreating form of the waiter, paying particular interest to the way his slacks curve over his bubble butt.
Greg giggles, as our conversation continues. "Me too. Annette got off three times that night. But I was busy thinking about what was lurking inside your navy slacks. I had the most intense orgasm of my life that night."
Drinks and the appetizers arrive, followed soon behind with our meal. We manage to keep the conversation general as we dine.
"Will there be anything else gentlemen?" the waiter asks.
"No," I answer. "Just bring us the check, and a refill."
The waiter soon returns with our drinks and the check. Again, we both watch his sweet little ass twitch as he moves away from us.
"How are we going to handle this?" I ask. "We still have the girls to think of. Can we have an affair and still be able to co-exist with them? I'm not sure I just want this to be about sex. I'd feel like we would be using each other."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. To be honest, I don't know. I am quite sure that I just don't want this to be about sex either. But I have never felt this way before, either with a girl, and never with another man. I feel so.I don't know what to call it.when I'm around you. And I like the feeling!"
"Believe it or not, I am in the same place. You, you do something to me that no one else has ever done before."
Then Greg asks the million-dollar question. "Are you willing to give this thing between us a chance?"
I down my drink, give Greg a smile, and say, "let's go-now!"
A smile forms on Greg's lips as he quickly gulps his drink. As he's standing, I quickly glance at his crotch and see the beginning of a hard-on.
"I'd better get you out of here fast, before a part of you rips through your trousers," I whisper.
"Yeah, hurry. Better yet, I'll meet you at the car." I pay the tab, as quickly as possible. My own dick has started to react to the lewd thoughts going through my mind, and I race out to the car. I slide behind the driver's seat, lean over and lock lips with a surprised Greg.
"I needed that," I moan. "And this," I add, running my hands between his legs.
"Then, let's go!" he pants.
I put my hand back between Greg's legs, feeling his desire all the way back to the cabin.
By the time we get there, both of us are rock hard, and big wet stains have developed along our legs.
Four Becomes Two: Chapter 7
No sooner have we gotten through the door than we were all over each other. I have learned to enjoy kissing Greg, and the feel of his stubble against my face is very exciting.
We each begin to undress each other. I love feeling his muscles under my fingers. It is strange not having the softness that I am used to when I am with a woman, but the strangeness is exciting.
"Wait, wait," Greg says, pulling away from me.
"Are you having second thoughts?" I ask, voice trembling, fearing I may have put myself out there only to be trampled upon now.
"No, no baby," Greg says, quickly grabbing me up in his arms. "I just don't want to rush this, and I feel we are rushing this now."
"Rushing this!" I ask. "Do you want to talk some more?"
"Maybe 'rushing' was the wrong word. I want us to make love, not have raw sex."
"Wait right here," I tell him, going into the bedroom. I light candles that I strategically placed around the room.
"Are you alright in there," Greg hollers.
"Be there in a minute," I holler back. After about five minutes, I return to his side.
Okay," I say, taking his hand. "I want that too." I lead him to the bedroom. I hear Greg gasp as he comes into the room.
"This is nice," he says, taking in the room. "When did you have time to do this?"
"I laid the candles out before we left for dinner, but I just added the sheets to the bed. I thought that we'd want something-luxurious-tonight."
"But where did you get them?"
"This place was set up for Shelia and I, remember. I had the place stocked with these amenities when I made the reservation."
"Oh, shit! I didn't even see the champagne."
"I did that before we left, hoping for this moment." "What if we'd changed our minds?"
"Then I would have used it to get you blinding drunk, and took complete advantage of your sexy body while you were out of it," I laugh.
Greg smiles at that. "If I recall," he begins, "I was ready for you to take advantage of me before we left."
I step to Greg, and our lips meet. There is such intensity as I feel his body once again mold to mine. This just feels so-right! I love the way he feels against me.
I can feel his hardness press against my own as he grinds his hips into me. I unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his massive shoulders. My tongue grazes across the rough stubble of his five o'clock shadow as my mouth heads towards his neck. I find his Adam's apple, and feast upon it, causing a guttural sound to escape from Greg's lips.
My hands have been busy, raking my fingers through the course, black hair that covers his chest. I grasp his left nipple between my right thumb and forefinger, pinching it while my lips seek and find his left one. Again Greg responds with a groan.
His nubs swell up at the attention, standing to delicious proportions. And I chomp down hungrily.
Greg is trying desperately to pull my clothes off me, but I stop him. "No, let me. This adventure is about you, right now."
"Hurry," he pants, "I'm on fire!"
I open his belt as I kiss my way down his hairy belly. He steps out of his pants, and falls across the bed, his man-snake straining against the fabric of his boxers. I can see it pulsating behind the cloth. A large wet spot is appearing where the head is resting.
I begin to finish undressing. Since I have on no shirt, I quickly unfasten my belt, open my pants, and slide them down my hips. I am now standing naked before Greg, my own dick pointing to the sky. A pearl of pre-cum gathers at the tip and flows from the lips. Greg's tongue rolls across his lips as he watches the descent down the shaft.
I crawl between his hairy legs, and grasping his underwear by the piss hole, I rip them from his body, shredding them in the process.
The vision that lies before me leaves me speechless. There he is, in all his glory. "Greg, you are absolutely beautiful." Each word catches in my throat. Besides his blemish free face, with that wonderful five o'clock shadow, classic nose, full red lips, milk chocolate eyes, Greg's features graduate to broad shoulders which taper to his thirty-two inch waist.
Years of exercise and sports have given him a superb body, one that I have seen quite often over the past few weeks as we worked out, but never with the scrutiny I can now subject him to.
He is as sculpted as can be from his collarbone to his waist. Two, four, six, eight ridges of muscle are layered upon his stomach. The hair grows denser as it leads from below his navel to expand into a massive forest of dense jungle around his huge cock.
Below his outstretched cock, nestled between his massive thighs, are two lemon-sized balls that, from the movement I see in them, are producing a great amount of Greg juice waiting for me to get it out.
"Greg, you take my breath away."
I trace the fingers of my right hand along his haired left thigh, causing Greg to shiver. Another moan escapes from his lips.
"You feel so good. I love the feel of your hair between my fingers. It's so like my own, yet different. Does that make sense?"
"I don't know if anything makes sense," he pants.
I chuckle as I spread my fingers and they comb through his bush. I grasp his dick at its base. Greg's hips involuntarily jerk as I seize his weapon.
My mouth is salivating as I stare upon it. Instinctively, I zero in on the prize. There is no hesitation as I lick the leaking head of his dick.
"Umm, you taste so good!" I tell him.
"Please. suck it!" he pants out.
"Oh, yeah, just try to stop me," I reply, pulling the head and the first few inches into my mouth. So this is what a dick tastes like, I muse to myself. Why hadn't I tried this before?
I slobber all over that meaty shaft, pulling in more and more with each bob of my head. My mouth was stretched wider than it had ever been.
"Easy, easy, Dave," Greg warns. "You're gonna make me cum!"
I ease off his dick, remembering the things that I like Shelia to do to me. I begin to lick his big hairy balls, like a dog lapping up water. Greg squirms beneath me, and I grab his hips to steady him, and to keep him from bucking me off.
I love the feel of his body hair as it scrapes across my tongue. But I love even more the taste of his dick in my mouth, and I tackle it with gusto.
I can feel it throb in my mouth as my tongue roves along its veiny surface. A steady flow of Greg ignites my taste buds like no other food I've eaten.
After about ten minutes, I have managed to swallow the whole thing. This really freaks Greg. He sits up in bed, and grabs the back of my head. His hips begin to undulate as his dickhead finds a home in my throat.
He begins to ram that monster in my throat. I can feel myself wanting to gag, but my desire for him is so strong that I suppress it.
"I'm going to cum," Greg shouts. I can feel him begin to swell in my throat. It feels as if he is getting longer with each thrust, the head trying to push its way into my stomach.
I can feel the cum as it travels his long shaft into my throat. I pull back until only the head of his spewing weapon is still in my mouth.
He fills it quickly, causing me to gulp down the contents. Five, six, seven spurts fill my mouth. He tastes incredible. Nutty, with a slightly salty flavor. I suck Greg until there is nothing left.
My own body contracts and spasms as my dick spews forth volley after volley of my nut nectar. It is the most powerful orgasm that I have ever had. A large, wet puddle forms underneath my body as I give way to the passion.
He pulls me up on top of him, and our mouths meet as we share a kiss.
"I taste good, don't I?" he smirks.
"You sure do," I reply, smiling from ear to ear.
"Now it's my turn." He begins to reach for my crotch.
"There's no need. I nutted when you did."
"No need to be embarrassed. That was heaven, Dave. I never knew it could be like that."
"Neither did I. I thought I would be repulsed having a dick in my mouth, but with you it was all so natural."
Our hands are roaming our bodies as we come down from our orgasmic high. Sleep soon comes upon us, and I feel the rhythmic breathing of my now lover sleep. He has a smile upon his face, and that's the image that I take to my dreams.