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 Become Two: Chapter 8
An hour later, I awake to find Greg still asleep. Sometime during our slumber, Greg turned so that I am now spooned against his back.
'Damn' I think, 'my dick is hard again. What is this guy doing to me?'
I can't resist running my hands against his hairy leg. I love the feel of his hair, the definition of his muscles, and the raw smell of this man.
My hand then travels across his hip, seeking out his dick. Like me, I find his shaft to be rock hard.
I trace the veiny piece of flesh from its root to its tip, admiring the feel and the firmness under my touch.
"You're awake, I see," Greg says, momentarily startling me.
"Yeah, I'm awake. Just admiring the feel of you."
"No regrets, then?"
"No regrets," I answer.
"Good," he says, turning to face me. I take him in my arms, and once again our lips meet.
"Damn! You are a good kisser. Annette did have that right."
"What'd you mean?"
"I overheard Annette and Shelia talking one night when she was over doing some work. Annette said that you were a terrific kisser. Of course, you know me, I figured that she wouldn't know a good kiss if it bit her on the ass. But damn, I hate to admit it! The girl was right!" That brings a grin to Greg's face.
"I've got nothing on you," he responds. "Your mouth just screams 'sex'. Looking at those lush lips of yours makes me want to kiss you all the time, and," he lewdly continues, "they make me so hard. Mind if I have a taste?"
"Be my guess, but let me at least brush my teeth first," I respond, jabbing my hips against his. I can feel the moisture build up between our bodies.
"No need too," Greg says, as he kisses me. He and I begin to roll around on the bed, the passion between us building with each passing moment.
We end with me straddling his hips, his hard dick pressed against my ass. I can feel its moisture and its firmness against me.
"You know," he remarks, "I have never been 'gay' for any man, but I sure am gay for you. I don't know what it is that is making me want to do things with you and for you that have never occurred to me before."
"I know exactly what you mean, Greg. For years, I have considered myself heterosexual, but.Ooo," I moan, "I want you."
Greg's fat cock has maneuvered so that it is lying in the cleft of my ass. The heat is warming my asshole, causing it to spasm uncontrollably.
"Greg, I want to feel you."
"I don't have any objections, counselor. Be my guest!"
"No, Greg, you don't understand. I want you inside me. I want to feel your big dick deep in my ass. I want you to claim my ass for yourself."
"Wow!" is all he manages to say. "Are you sure? I am pretty big, and I don't want to hurt you-ever!"
"Thanks," I say. "I know it's going to hurt, but I need you to make love to me. I want to feel you deep inside me. I need you to explore parts of me that have never been touched. My asshole is so spasmodic, demanding that I let you in. I have such an itch, deep inside of me, that only you can take care of. Please! Just take it slow, okay?" I climb off him, and as he rolls, I take his place, lying on my stomach.
"Put some pillows under you," he instructs. I do that as he reaches into his bag and grabs the bottle of lotion there.
Greg spreads my legs, exposing my pink pucker through the hairy cleft. I feel his stubble against my cheek, startling me at first. I wasn't expecting him to do what I hope he was about to do.
He then begins to kiss the surface. I can feel his hot breath against my skin, igniting my passion. My dick is harder than hard. And just when I didn't think I could get any hotter, Greg's tongue zeroes in on my pucker.
I let out a yelp. "Holy shit!" I say, as I feel his slippery member lap at my ass. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" I hear myself say, spreading my legs further apart.
Greg begins to attack my ass with gusto. I have never felt anything so wonderful in my life.
His strong fingers spread my ass cheeks wider, giving him more access to my hungry ass lips. I push my ass back against his hungry prober.
I feel the first finger begin to slide in. There is a moment of resistance and pain, but soon I am openingly receiving him. Another sigh escapes my lips as a whole new feeling envelopes me. My ass once again has a mind of its own as it begins to grind against Greg's thrusting finger.
"You like that finger in your ass?" Greg asks.
"Oh yeah," is all I manage to answer.
"Then you're going to love this," he says as he begins to force another beside the first. Again, there is slight discomfort, but I soon adjust.
Greg pulls his fingers from my ass, causing me to groan at the sudden loss. He smears some gel on the tips, and returns to his task, opening me up. The gel definitely makes the re-entry much smoother, and soon I am in that euphoric state once again.
I don't even feel him add the third, and Greg has thick fingers! His entry was so smooth. "I'm going to add one more finger," he says, as he adds more gel to my ass.
I realize that he is using both hands as he not only finger-fucks me, but he is separating my ass at the same time, spreading my man-cunt apart.
In my excitement, I had crawled up on my knees. I realized this when I felt Greg get close, his left hand on my waist, his right pointing the head of his dick at its target.
I feel the gentle pressure of his hips as the head begins to penetrate. There is a stabbing pain that shoots from my core, causing me to cry out.
"Relax, it's going to hurt at first, but remember, I am not going to do anything to seriously hurt you. I'll pull out if you want me to. I promise that it will feel better soon."
"How the fuck do you know it's going to feel better soon. You don't have a Louisville Slugger stuck up your ass!"
Realizing that the pain is speaking, he is trying his damnest to soothe me. "Breathe deep," he instructs. "The more oxygen you have, the quicker you'll relax."
Trying to heed his instructions, I take a deep breath. Soon, the pain becomes replaced by this incredible sensation of fullness as he presses his hips forward causing more of his steely member to slide inside me.
I am shocked that I am moaning, and soon begging him to give it all to me. "Slide on in.ram it home!" I encourage.
Greg withdraws until just the head is locked behind my tight ring, then he slams home. I can feel his pubes against my ass, signaling that he is completely inside.
"Oh-my-God!" he moans. "This is incredible. You're so tight.so hot. Hotter than any pussy I've ever fucked!" he declares.
He pauses a moment to give me a chance to fully adjust. I can feel him throb deep inside me, and the feeling is incredible. If this is what women feel, no wonder they like dick so good. "Greg, this is fantastic!" I tell him. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
He pulls out half way, and then slams back in, lodging himself fully in me again.
"Oh, yeah," I moan.
Soon he has developed a rhythm matching my own. "Oh, Dave, your ass is so sweet."
"Ah," I yelp, as Greg strikes something deep inside. "Oh, yes, do that again."
Greg drives right across my prostate again. My own hard dick lurches as it spews a long strand of pre-cum.
Dave pulls out, quickly flipping me on my back. "Now, I'm going to make love to you." He hoists my legs onto his shoulders, and re-inserts himself into my gaping hole.
I feel even more full with him in me this way. I can't help but moan as he slides deeply home. It seems as if this is the way it's suppose to be.
I wrap my legs around his waist as we once again establish a rhythm. My own hard, leaking dick is rubbing roughly against our hairy stomachs. This adds a new thrill to our coupling.
Greg leans over, bending me in half, and plants his lips hard against mine. He whispers in my ear, "I'm cumin', Dave, I'm cumin'."
"Me, too," I hoarsely reply. My mouth is completely dry. Seems all the moisture is concentrated in my crotch.
I can feel my balls suddenly snap against the base of my dick, and the cum begin to rise.
Greg's dick swells even larger as he suddenly gets completely stiff, and his mouth opens in a silent scream as his floodgates release their charge.
I can feel him filling me with his seed, as his dick spasms in the confines of my ass.
The throbbing of Greg's dick is the catalyst that sends me into convulsions. My dick lurches as my own orgasm erupts.
White, blinding light momentarily obscures my vision as my molten lava is ejected from my body.
The first flies over my head, while the second lands on my lips. My tongue greedily reaches for it at the same time that Greg presses his lips to mine for another kiss, as his balls press tightly against my ass. We share the flavor between us as the rest of my load is deposited in the hairs of our chest and stomach.
I can feel Greg's cock get smaller as his hips continue to involuntarily snap against my ass.
I lock my thighs around him tighter, keeping him embedded in me.
"You are remarkable," he says, finally catching his breath. He has raised himself up on his elbows, his rapidly deflating cock starting to be forced from my ass. I feel so empty as he is finally free, but his seed is still trapped within.
I open my legs, and he rolls to his side, pulling me tightly into his arms.
"You know, last week I dreamed we had made love. But it was nothing like what we just did. I would never have imagined it could be that good."
"Me either. I feel like such an idiot," Greg says.
"What? You having regrets?" I ask, worried that maybe we had gone too far and Greg was having second thoughts.
"I'm sorry," he quickly adds, sensing my worry. "I feel like a fool in that I had never tried this before. I mean, sex with women is good, but this was so much more. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I think I do," I yawn.
`The last thing I remember is Greg's lips coming to mine as we both drift off to a blissful sleep, clinging to each other.
Four Become Two: Chapter 9
I don't know how long we slept. The sun was shining when we began, but darkness was definitely engulfing the bedroom now. As my eyes fully opened, I could see that the dull glow of the lamp is illuminating the room. I also feel a wetness, and movement around my crotch.
"Oh, yeah," I moan, as I realize that my dick is in the confines of Greg's mouth. I am painfully hard as he practices more of what we've been doing over the last couple of days.
"You are getting so good at that," I moan as Greg pulls all of me into his throat.
He clears the head with a 'pop'. "Practice makes perfect!" he returns.
"Swing that baby-maker of yours around here. I'm kinda-hungry."
He quickly turns, putting us into the classic sixty-nine position. I can taste what must be-me-on his dick. I discover that I like the taste, and the smell.
Soon, we both are deeply swallowing each other, coaxing a fresh batch of cum from our over-stimulated balls.
Both of us are moaning greatly. I taste the essence of Greg flowing over my tongue, exciting my taste buds.
Greg begins to thrash his head back and forth, pulling on my dick, tugging on my balls, rubbing his fingers across my somewhat sore pucker.
I pop his dick from my mouth as my eyes spot his own hidden treasure. I raise my head, taking his right hairy ball into my mouth, feasting on that portion of his wrinkly sack. Greg pushes his ass down, causing me to pull the low-hangers deeper, really stretching out the skin.
I spit it from my mouth, pulling his left inside, giving it the same treatment as my tongue searches out each individual wrinkle.
I release them both, my tongue moving along the hair cleft heading towards his ass. I kiss each cheek, straining my neck to get to every inch as I zero in on his tight opening. I run my tongue across Greg's asshole, feeling him shudder in response.
"Oh baby," Greg says, as he comes off my dick. I begin to eat him, nipping at the exposed flesh, feeling his hairy cleft rub against my chin as I take him to another plane.
His body stiffens as I force my tongue inside along with my finger. I find that little, hard bud, and scrape my fingernail across it.
A low, guttural sound rises deep from within Greg's throat, and I feel his hot, molten lava begin to coat me.
Greg's head is thrown back as his orgasm overtakes him. So I am completely caught surprised when my dick starts to spew its own lava, splashing squarely in Greg's face.
Greg collapses atop me, his hairy thighs enveloping my head as his head is buried between my legs. The stickiness of our discharge cements our bodies together.
"I think we had better hit the showers, don't you think?" I ask, as our breathing slowly returns.
"That was incredible. It just keeps getting better with you," he tells me.
"I feel the same way," I add, as he turns, resting again in my arms. "Don't get comfortable. We have some sheets and bodies to wash. Just look at the mess you made."
I jump from the bed, leaving him in the cold dampness.
Being completely satisfied is a rare experience, and for the first time in my adult life, I feel completely satisfied-sexually. We quickly shower and shave, something we both giggle about since we are on vacation.
"You should grow a shadow beard," Greg says. "I like the way your whiskers feel when you were munching my ass."
"For you, I'll give it a try," I say, taking his slippery body into my arms. "I love holding you."
"I love you holding me," he says, resting his face against my chest. I feel his cock twitch.He feels it too. He looks into my eyes. "Damn! What is it about you that keeps me hard?"
"I don't know, but you have the same effect on me." Almost comically, our stomachs growl with hunger. We both laugh.
"Come on," Greg says, "I think our bodies need a little more fuel before we get carried away.
We quickly dry ourselves, knowing that if we dried each other, we may not leave the bedroom. Like Greg, I pull on a pair of shorts sans underwear.
"Mr. Welsh, that's a very obscene bulge you're showing between your legs," Greg says, scanning me from head to toe.
"I could say the same about you, Mr. Jefferson. You know, I can't let you out of the house like that. You might attract some competition for me."
"The same goes for you, with that monster between your legs and that hairy chest, it might be hard to keep the girls, and the cute guys, away from you."
"Don't worry, I only have eyes for ONE guy."
"Oh yeah? Who?"
"This cute blonde with a big smile, the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen, this winning personality, and this big dick that keeps me horny all the time. Whenever I see or think about him I bone up. My nuts go into overdrive producing enough sperm to put me in the Guinness Book of world records, and my heart becomes as soft as butter. He's an attorney, and I hope that I never have to face him in court, because my client is a goner."
The ringing of my cell phone breaks the moment. I dash into the bedroom to retrieve it. "Hello?" I say, not recognizing the number.
"Hi baby." It's Shelia.
"Oh hi Hon," I say. "How's the trial going?"
"We have an adjournment until Wednesday. Annette and I thought that we could come up on Friday, and leave Sunday. Can you pick us up at the airport? We can get a flight into Plattsburg. We really want to see you guys. Besides, I really miss little Dave."
"Little Dave's been missing you too," I say, looking into Greg's snickering face. "The girls are going to fly up for the weekend. They want us to pick them up in Plattsburg.
1:24 p.m." I repeat. "We'll see you then.yeah, I love you, too. I will. Bye!"
"What are we going to do? We only have the one bed."
"Actually, the sofa pulls out," I say rather sheepishly.
"Why Mr. Welsh, you seduced me," Greg says, running his hands up my legs over my obvious swell. "You're such a bad boy."
"Well, Counselor, you can't seduce someone who doesn't want to be seduced," I say, grabbing is firm ass in my hands.
"I don't want them to come up. They are going to ruin the moment that we've found. How am I going to make love to Annette when I want to make love to you?"
"It's not going to be easy, but this is our first test. I want to continue seeing you, even after we leave this place. I don't think I can give you up."
"Me either." Our lips meet, as we stand in the kitchen embracing each other.