Fresh Start Chapter 2 by Jay Love aka Jim
Hi Everyone,
This is the story of a male/male relationship. I don't know where the story is going now, for it is just forming. However, I do want to offer a caution: If you are not of legal age to be reading this material where you live, please leave now. And if you are offended by the subject matter, get over yourself. Gay love has, is, and will be here until the end of time. Respect it!
If by chance you see yourself, or someone you know, in the storyline, it is merely a coincidence. These characters are a mixture of fiction and reality: fiction in that they are not real; reality in that this situation might be familiar to someone.
Thank you for the many e-mails that I have received, and the words of encouragement written. I hope that I can live up to your expectations. And thank you for some of the suggestions you have given. I hope to be able to incorporate some of them in future chapters. Anyhow, I hope that you continue to enjoy what I've written, and I encourage comments, positive and negative, as they help me to be a better writer. You may contact me at Jimmy7@comcast.net mailto:Jimmy7@comcast.net I look forward to hearing from you.
From Chapter 1:
It feels so good having his hands on me in this fashion. Rich is still naked, and I can feel the heat of his strong, hairy legs against me, and occasionally, his fat dick will graze my skin. A soft moan of pleasure escapes my lips as my muscles begin to relax under Rich's manipulations.
His hands begin to drift lower on my back as he kneads the flesh. "You know, you've really got a great body," he almost whispers.
"Oh," I moan, as his thumb glides across the small of the back.
"Did I hurt you?" Rich quickly asks, concern evident in his voice.
"No, this feels soooo good. Don't stop," I encourage. I can feel my body responding as his hands continue downward. Just as I am anticipating him grabbing my ass, he stops. I feel him move, shifting positions.
He pours some more oil in his palms, warms it, and proceeds to massage my left foot, rolling the flesh in his hands. It's a good thing I'm not ticklish, or I'd be in serious trouble now.
He moves over to the right foot, giving it the same treatment. Then, adding more oil, he begins to slip his hands up my calf, and onto the lower portion of my thigh, just above the knee. He repeats the process on the other leg.
Suddenly, I feel him straddle my left leg, his hairier ones separating my own, and my now exposed dick goes mega-hard under me. His hands have not stopped their progression, and soon he brushes my ass and balls with his fingertips. I don't react, and he does it again.
He applies more oil to his hand, and begins to push and pull the globes of my ass.
"Is this okay?" he asks.
"Uh-huh," I answer as I gulp for air.
His fingers begin to play tag with my balls. I can tell that his breathing has changed, and when he shifts positions so that he can reach again to my back, I can feel his arousal.
I gasp as his thumbs stroke down the crevice of my ass, parting the cheeks, and exposing my most private area to him. Involuntarily, my hips launch off the bed and my legs spread in support of the teasing appendages.
"Stan?" Rich says, sitting up.
"Yeah, I think it's time we talk," I answer.
"Let me go lock up, and I'll be right back." He still hasn't lost his hard-on, and neither have I, I notice, as he pads naked out the room...
"Promise?"
"Oh, I promise," he says, and heads down the stairs. I watch his tight ass as he goes through the door, and wonder if tonight I am going to know the charms of Mr. Richard Young. My dick gets harder and I start to leak.
Chapter 2:
I slip on a pair of shorts and a shirt and decide to wait for Rich downstairs. If we are going to `talk', at least I won't offer him the distraction (I hope, I hope) of being nude. Besides, I didn't want to leak all over the floor.
It seems he had the same thoughts in mind as he comes in through my front door. I'd be lying if I said that there wasn't a look of disappointment on my face, and in my voice, but we both had done the right thing by covering ourselves. I mean, I know it would have been difficult for me to concentrate looking at his delicious body.
"I thought we should talk with a little less distractions," I say, sweeping my arms to indicate my dress. I was pleased to see that same disappointment in Rich's eyes.
"I see that great minds think alike," he says, although he didn't put on a shirt, and his hairy chest with the very pink protruding nipples is going to drive me crazy.
I have to fight the urge to run my hands through his fur, so, I go over to the bar, retrieving a Merlot from the wine rack on the wall, and a couple of glasses, placing them on the coffee table.
Rich, in the meantime, has found an easy listening station on the radio to serve as a backdrop to the conversation. I smile at the thought that we have somehow become very sophisticated in our approach at this new development in our relationship.
"Shall I?" I ask, holding up the wine bottle. Rich gives me a nod of his head, and I pour us each a glass.
"Stan^Å"
"Rich^Å," we both begin simultaneously. We laugh nervously.
"Go ahead," I say.
"No, you. Age before beauty," Rich remarks, causing us to giggle again. Sexual tension is still thick in the air, but we both start to feel somewhat at ease with each other, again.
"I only have you by a couple months. Okay," I say, taking a sip of my wine and drawing a deep breath before I begin. Good vintage, I think. "What I'm about to say is something that could be wonderful, I hope, and it could be tragic. I'm afraid, to be honest, to say what I've got to say. I don't want to lose you . . . as a friend, but here goes. And please let me finish before you comment. Okay?" I again draw a deep breath.
"This has been a most interesting, and frustrating, two years for me. When I moved in here^Åno when I parked my car that first day, and saw you standing talking with the movers, my heart awakened. I think it was the first time it had ever known life. Even my ex-wife, or any other girl, for that matter, has ever made me feel the way you do." He begins to speak, but I hold up my hand to silence him. It's now, or never.
"It is frustrating," I continue, "because thoughts of you seem to occupy more and more of my consciousness each day.
I've always known I was gay, even though I've desperately tried, I see, to convince myself otherwise. But I did try to convince myself that I wasn't. Damn it! I was convinced I wasn't. After all, I was married, and to me that proved it! I was still finding the opposite sex attractive, but I now know there is nothing there for me.
Then I met you. There is something about you that blows every conception I ever had out the window.
And over the next few months, as I got to know you better, the feelings that I had for you only intensified. It got to the point where I really questioned what was going to happen to my sanity if you were to ever move, no longer be my friend, or no longer be my neighbor. I know you're straight, and can not possibly be interested in me like that, and I can respect that.
I even thought about moving, but that option quickly became a fantasy because I know I cannot go. Then, when you told me that you had purchased your apartment, I knew that I had to also do so because I had to stay near you.
Even if you had gotten married, I would have stayed as long as you did so that I could be near you.
Do you know how much I hate, and love, your ex. Not only because of the anguish she put a wonderful guy like you through, but because she's done something I may never get to do ^Ö sleep with you. But I love her because had she not divorced you, we probably would have never met." By this time, tears are flowing down my eyes.
"I say all this to say, I love you. I am in love with you. I think I have loved you from the first moment I laid eyes upon you, even though I fought hard not to do so. I mean, these feeling I have are not what society deem as normal, even though the feeling is natural to me.
I get a thrill when I see you, hear your voice, or see your smile, Rich. God! I love your smile; and even your smell. I haven't known a gray day since I met you. You are my sunshine, and the beat of my heart. I am so much in love with you. I want to grow old loving you." My voice fades as I finally, exhaustedly, stop. I fall back against the couch, slowly letting my eyes meet Rich's, and waiting for the shoe to drop. But, I see no sign of discontent.
"Wow!" he says, "that was so eloquent. But, you're right. It hasn't been easy^×living so close to you for these many months, and not being able to hold you, to kiss you, to love you." What? What did he say?
"I fell in love with you that first day, and like you, it has taken me a long time to accept it. I mean, before I met you, I had bunny rabbits coming to me for advice," he smiles, "and now Monks do. Do you realize, I haven't been with a female since I moved in here?
Every fantasy I have centers around you. Do you know that last week when we were at the club, I started getting a chubby watching you moving on the dance floor? You have such a sexy dance. I know that's why that girl wanted to come home with you that night. She probably got excited too. And I know I would have beat her down had she tried," he smiles.
"The girl I was dancing with had to feel me, especially when she thrust her breast into my chest. Too bad my chubby wasn't for her," he chuckles. "Believe me, she wasn't on my mind at all!
I know I'm gonna fuck this up, but, I love you, too. You are the air I breathe. You're my reason for coming home. I get such a charge when I see you.
While giving you your massage tonight, I realized that I had to risk everything. I had to tell you how I feel, even if you banished me from your life. I would have had to sell, and somehow make my life without you.
But, happily my heart is singing, knowing you love me as I love you. I want to spend my life loving you, and making you happy, and growing old with you."
Tears are flowing from both our eyes as Rich finishes speaking. I wipe my eyes and take him in my arms, touching him like I've wanted to all these many months. We both are awkward, and hesitant, trying to figure out how we are supposed to do this. I am in heaven as my arms envelope him, feeling his hairy chest against my own, separated by the thin shirt I'm wearing. The radio begins playing Suddenly as recorded by Billy Ocean. I pull him to his feet, and we start to sway to the music. "Dance with me?" I ask. "Like I wanted you too at the club last week." He smiles.
I used to think that love was just a fairy tale, Until that first hello, until that first smile. But if I had to do it all again, I wouldn't change a thing `cause this love is everlasting.
Suddenly, life has new meaning to me. There's beauty up above; and things we never take notice of; You wake up and suddenly you're in love.
I start to sing to him as we continue swaying to the music, slightly altering the words..
(Boy), you're everything a man could want and more, One thousand words are not enough to say what I feel inside; Holding hands as we walk along the shore Never felt like this before, Now you're all I'm living for.
Suddenly, life has new meaning to me. There's beauty up above; and things we never take notice of; You wake up and suddenly you're in love.
Each day I pray this love affair will last forever.
Suddenly, life has new meaning to me. There's beauty up above; and things we never take notice of; You wake up and suddenly you're in love.
We hold each other close and danced to this love song. I can feel Rich's heart beating against my chest, matching my own, and his hardness pressed against mine. I can wait no longer, as I pulled back and looked deep into his eyes.
Then, as if on cue, our lips move slowly together. His are so soft, so silky. I flourish in their touch. I feel his lips part, and his tongue caress my mouth.
It opens, and he immediately slides his velvety tongue against mine. I suck on his tongue as he searches every recess of my mouth, and then invites me into his. We both moan at this pleasure.
Our breathing suddenly changes, and I back away. A look of confusion is in his eyes, but quickly vanishes as I grab his hand and pulls him towards the stairs. "Stay with me tonight?"
"It's going to be hard (no pun intended)," he smiles, "to get rid of me."
Our longing is very evident as our shorts lead the way, and I can't help but reach down and grab him by the protruding stalk.
I lead him beside my bed, and turning, I am wrapped up in his arms once again.
"I love the feel of your body," I say to him.
"I love the feel of your body, too," he answers. And then he kisses me. This is not just some ordinary kiss, but a kiss to the soul. I can feel it in my toes, in the tips of my fingers, in the ends of my body hair. Every nerve becomes alive as if finally reborn.
My hands begin to search, flowing through the golden strands of hair adorning his body, seeking out every curvature of muscle, every hidden valley, getting to know every twitch and ripple, satisfying a desire long felt.
I feel his fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt, exposing my chest to their quest. He gets it open, and it drops to the floor.
We fall across my waterbed, rolling along the waves, pressing our flesh together, out lips never separating, hungry for the taste of each other. It's meant to be. I know because his hard cock, like mine, has found the perfect spot to lie beside each other betwixt our bodies.
With all our strength, we pull ourselves tighter and tighter together, our hands clutching the globes of each other's ass through our clothing, desiring to meld into one as we roll over the surface of the bed. Our tongues, our hips, and our passion glue us together. And the sweat from our bodies begin to mix.
Even our moans and groans are in perfect sync playing a harmonic tune as we begin to build towards a crescendo of our love.
Like a number one duet, we slam our hips together as the flood of our love finally spills from us, soiling our underwear, cementing them to us.
"I love you, Stan," Rich says, tears filling his eyes. "I've never know a love like this . . . feelings like this."
"I love you, too, Rich," I answer, shedding my own tears. I don't question his tears as he doesn't question mine, understanding that they are tears of joy, fulfillment, and release.
Our lips join again, sealing our affection. Breaking the kiss, Rich invites me to join him in the shower. Feeling the mess I've made, I quickly agree.
Rich helps to undress me, tossing my shorts and other clothing into the hamper in my bath. It didn't take him long to drop his shorts, and I couldn't help but reach over and fondle the fat trophy before me. It is absolutely beautiful, and I tell him so.
"Horny, are we?" Rich asks as I grip his dick, giving it a few loving strokes.
"I am. I'm very, very hungry," I say as I sink to my knees. I can smell the scent of his essence as I draw close. I lift his dick up so that I am staring at the one-eyed spear, seeing the remnants of his discharge in the slit.
My tongue reaches out, grabbing the pearl from the tip, rolling it against my palate, and seeking its flavor. I am momentarily surprised. I find no repulsion in this act, as I would have expected. The remnant of his love is Rich, and it is not repulsive. Rich's hands find their way to my head, kneading my scalp as I find favor with his dick.
I pull his dick into my mouth, and I wrap my lips around them to keep from hurting my prize. I look up into his eyes as his swelling sword heads towards the back of my throat. I am sucking my first dick, a dick attached to the only person I can truly say I am in love with, have ever been in love with, and a new thrill hits me as he moans. Rich likes this! And that makes me want to do more to please him.
That five-inch dangler soon turns into nine throbbing inches as I watch Rich throw his head back in pleasure. My fingers reach for his dangling orbs, and I gently squeeze them, causing him to moan again.
"My God, Stan! Where did you learn to do that?" He pulls me to my feet and into his arms, planting his lips against mine again. I can feel the pounding of his heart against my chest, and it sends my senses roaring.
He then kisses his way down my torso, pausing to suck on my nipples, leaving them hard, pouting, and sensitive. He then licks his way across my abs, causing me to draw breath as his tongue darts in and out of my navel.
Rich bypasses my dick in favor of my balls, and I find myself actually squatting somewhat to give him better access. "Oh, yeah," I moan as his tongue does marvelous things down there. He washes each fold and wrinkle of my huge ball sac with his talented tongue.
Then, starting at the base of my dick, he licks his way up the stalk until I feel his hot lips slide over the head of my cock. "Oh baby, you taste so good," he moans before he plunges back down, taking the head again in his mouth.
I can feel Rich look up at me, and I look back, smiling my approval. "Your mouth is so hot babe," I moan as I give a short jab with my hips. I shudder from the feel of the head of my dick sliding over his tongue.
Feeling myself starting to get too excited, I reluctantly lift Rich back to his feet, putting my lips against him, and tasting myself in his mouth.
"Let's take our shower . . . quickly . . . and go to bed."
"That's the best suggestion you've had all night," he smiles. We quickly get in the shower, soaping each other, and being careful not to linger too long on any body part.
I grab a big, fluffy towel, and lovingly begin to pat the water from Rich's body. "You know, I still owe you a massage."
"Oh, I've got something for you to massage alright," he says pointing his dick in my direction.
"I promise to definitely ease the tension in that muscle."
"And I promise to reciprocate," he moans as I grab him by the dick and lead him back to the bed.
Rich crawls onto the bed. "Whoa," he says as he rocks with a wave.
"Just go with the flow," I say laughing. He grabs my arm and pulls me giggling on the bed, setting a large wave in motion. He then tackles me, tickling my ribs as I struggle to get away.
Rich pins my arms above my head as his face hovers above mine, his hairy chest pressing against mine.
"I love the feel of your hairy body against mine," I say.
"I love you," he smiles before bringing his lips close. This kiss is so tender, unlike anything we've experienced before. We adjust ourselves until we are meeting lip-to-lip, chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh, and crotch-to-crotch, our hard dicks rubbing side-by-side as we lightly grind into each other, depositing our flow on each other's abs.
I rub the back of my hand over his cheek, feeling a little stubble. "I should have shaved," Rich says.
"No. I like the feel of your stubble. It let's me know I'm with my man," I answer.
"Your man?"
"Yeah, I want you to be my man. And I want to be yours. I know you'll be the only one who has my heart.
I promise to treat it as gingerly as I treat my own." I slide my fingers into his hair, and pull his lips to me again. I can never get enough of kissing Rich.
But I think he has other ideas as he kisses his way down my body again while I maneuver so that we both are facing each other's love expression.
As if synchronized, we envelope each other's passion, increasing the intensity. The more of Rich I taste, the hungrier I become. His scent is driving me crazy, and like a madman, I lick, kiss, and suck on everything he has to offer. And I can feel him with the same fierceness between my legs.
Suddenly my eyes spy his tight pink pucker. I marvel at how it winks at me, almost as if it's calling my name. I grasp Rich's buttocks in my hands, sinking him deeper into my mouth. I am so possessed I don't realize I have all nine, fat inches of him in my mouth until I hear Rich gasp. I am really spurred on now by the scent coming from his crotch as his dick head is engulfed in my throat, and his large balls rest on the bridge of my nose.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Baby I'm cumin!" I hear Rich warn. Suddenly, I can feel his dick swell, the head becoming tight in the constricted space of my esophagus, and I feel it pulse as he begins to unload in me. I manage to pull back until Rich begins to coat my tongue with his pudding. He tastes terrific; a flavor I know I will never tire as I begin to swallow all that he has to give.
I'm not even aware that my own orgasm has started, such is my concentration on Rich and his spasming asshole, and wonderful scents.
Slowly, reality claims me as I feel Rich squeezing my balls, trying to milk every drop from me as he continues to suck me hard in his mouth. Like me, he must get real sensitive after he cums because we both start to pull away from the fleshy vacuums we just experienced.
I slowly turn around, once again finding my lover's lips. I can feel the sweat from his body, creating a new scent for me, and I like it. We both break into a smile as we share soft, tender kisses, full of the glow of our lovemaking.
"That . . . that was wonderful," I say to Rich as his head falls against my chest.
"You are wonderful," he replies, kissing my left nipple. He reaches down, pulling the covers over us after he turns off the lamps, and cuddles back against my chest.
"I love you," I say.
"I love you, too," he replies, just before he yawns. And we drift off to sleep, holding each other tightly.
Since my bedroom window faces east, I had a wonderful view of my best friend, and now lover, lying peacefully alongside of me in my bed.
Had anyone told me that my wildest dreams would reach culmination just a few days ago, I would have thought them to be absolutely ready for the guys with the white jackets.
I can honestly say that I have never been this happy before in all my life. The feeling is akin to birthdays and Christmases all rolled into one. And it only took me thirty years to get this feeling!
He is so beautiful, I think, as I lay there watching him sleep, his morning stubble decorating his face, and his long lashes gently touching his cheeks. I could easily wake up like this the rest of my life.
My eyes rake over his body. The sheet and comforter that covered us last night as we slept has now been pushed down to his waist, exposing the top portion of his pubic hair as his morning wood tents the edge of the covering. With my toes, I push it further, exposing half of his shaft.
I realize I love this hairy man. He is really a bear. The hair starts at his collar bone, then flows like waves of Iowa wheat fields across his perfectly formed chest. Bright pink nubs peak from underneath the swirl on his chest, and then cascades across his taut belly, underneath which is hidden massive ridges of a six-pack, only to blend in with a darker shade of the forest that frames his massive appendage.
Even as I watch, I can see movement of that huge sleeping snake. It lengthens and begins to push against the sheet, forcing it to start tenting more, and exposing more of itself to my hungry eyes.
My eyes travel back up, and upon reaching his face, I first see his smiling lips, then those two beautiful pools of blue as they peak out from behind his long lashes.
"Good morning, babe," he smiles. "How long have you been awake?"
"A couple hours now."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"I love watching you sleep."
"You what?"
"I love watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful, so calm. Like a little boy. But, I'm glad that one part of you is all man," I say, letting my fingers travel down his chest towards his lengthening penis.
"Yeah, me too," he giggles, as he reaches over to grasp my hardness. "I've never held another man's dick before. Hell, before last night, there are a lot of things I've missed out doing with a dick before. It is so hard, so soft, so hot^×so fat and long! How big is this thing, anyway?"
"Why? Does it frighten you? I mean, you aren't exactly miniscule, you know. What's this, eight, nine inches?"
"Nine and a half," he says proudly.
"Got ya by a half inch," I answer.
"Yeah, and you're fatter."
By this time, we were both hard again, and our hands were busy stroking each other's "toys'. Our moans were increasing as our passion was building.
"I want to taste you again," Rich suddenly says to me. He pushes me on my back, planting his lips again against my own. I love the flavor of his morning mouth. He taste like ^Ö strawberries!
He moves down onto my neck, discovering a hot spot just below my right ear.
I cry out as he moves down to my chest. His tongue starts to make patterns across my nipples, teasing them into hardness. I grab the back of his head, pulling him tighter against me.
"You like that?" he murmurs around the tit secured in his mouth.
He finally releases my tit, and his lips and tongue flow down the center of my chest, coming to rest on my navel.
I push my stomach at him as the tip of his tongue laps at my navel, driving me absolutely wild.
He next begins to pull at the hairs of my treasure trail, licking and nipping the flesh, pushing my hard cock aside with his face as he travels towards my pubic area. He holds my dick out of the way as he bathes the area with his spittle.
My dick is leaking like there's no tomorrow. "Suck my dick, Rich. Please. Suck my dick!"
He totally ignores my pleas, and head down to my balls. He first bathes them with spit. So much spittle that I can feel it leaking down my ass.
"Oh, man, you taste so good," he murmurs. I gasp when he pulls one in his mouth, rolling it around and nipping the skin before he spits it out, only to repeat the process with the other. He pulls both into his mouth, and then he begins to hum some indiscernible tune, causing vibrations to serge through my abdomen, taking me to new heights.
He has been slowly stroking my dick all this time, not really gripping it, but just holding and lightly applying enough pressure to keep me on edge. "Please, suck me now," I beg as I attempt to replace his hand with my own.
Rich hovers momentarily above my dick, studying it, licking his lips. Then, ever so slowly, he lowers his head, bringing his mouth into contact with the head of my dick.
At that moment, I feel like I am standing in the middle of a barge during the Macy's July Fourth fireworks spectacular.
Roman candles are going off in my head, and every nerve in my body becomes alive. My temperature must shoots past the boiling point, and I wonder why I don't combust.
Rich licks his tongue out, absorbing the pre-cum that has gathered in the slit.
He continues to lower his head, pulling back only briefly before plunging down again, taking more of me into his mouth.
"Easy, baby, easy," I warn. "I'm almost there. You've got me so
hot!"
Like a man possessed, Rich attacks my dick. If Hoovers were human, he'd be one.
My hips begin to buck, shoving more of me into his mouth. Somehow he manages to get me all the way down again as I begin to release my pent up passion. I cum like I've never cum before, giving him spurt after spurt of my love. Five, six shots of molten lava pour into his mouth, draining all my energy with it.
Rich is humming his approval with every contraction of his swallowing throat.
He slowly suctions his way off my sensitive cock, pulling every single drop from my tube. His lips smack together as he raises his head.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he says, crawling back up so that we are laying next to each other.
He places his hand on my heaving chest as he leans across, kissing me and sharing the last flavor of me in his mouth.
"You taste delicious," he smiles. "Just like I knew you would."
Sucking in a deep breath, my voice finally returns. "That was incredible. You are one hell of a lover."
"You haven't seen nothing yet," he smiles slyly. Then he kisses me^×again. My dick that should not be getting hard in the next couple of days begin to lengthen once again.
"You didn't get off," I say.
"Not yet, but soon. I have a plan."
"What plan?" I ask, suspiciously.
"You just lay back, and let me do the work." He bends over and gives me another kiss. He plants kisses down my body, once again centering his efforts around my dick until it is raging once again.
I watch as he reaches over to the nightstand and retrieves my tube of lube and gives it to me.
Crawling off of me and getting on his knees, he says, "loosen me
up."
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"As sure as I have ever been. I want to feel you in me. Now, get busy!"
I push him on his stomach, telling him to rise and push his ass in the air. I grab the pillows, and stuff them underneath him. Then, removing the cap from the lube, I apply a generous portion to his love-hole.
Rich moans as his ass slowly begins to open as I probe him. His ass-ring is clutching my finger as I start to slide it back and forth into him.
"Are you alright?" I ask somewhat worried.
"Oh, yeah! Just keep that up for a few minutes."
He spreads his legs a little wider, pulling them closer to his chest invitingly. I slowly begin to add another finger into his ass. As soon as it pops in past the muscle, I stop, giving him a chance to adjust. Soon, he is open and I continue to prepare him.
I pull my fingers from his ass, with a groan of disapproval from Rich. Adding more lube, I reinsert them, spreading them slightly. I find his hard little button, which I realize is his prostate gland, and I begin to massage it, causing Rich to gasp. "Oh fuck!" he exclaims.
"You like that?" I ask, as Rich pushes his ass back against my probing fingers.
"Do that again."
I let my index finger brush across that button, and Rich moans, and pushes his ass tighter against my hand.
I add a third finger with ease. Feeling that he might be ready, I squeeze a glob of lube on my dick, that's bouncing painfully against my stomach. I smear the gel around my sensitive dick-head, and along the shaft. I then slide on a condom, and add more lubricant to my coated shaft.
"I'm going in, Rich. Just relax. Push back, like you're taking a shit. And let me know if I am hurting you. I'll stop whenever^Å"
"Will you just shut the fuck up with the damn play-by-play, and fuck me?" he demands.
I push his hips back down, lining up my dick at the entrance to his love canal, and begin to add pressure. "Push back, like you're going to take a dump." He does as instructed, and I feel my dick pop in. Rich gasps. "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to take it out?"
"NO! Don't you dare," Rich bellows. "Just hold still. Give me a minute. I've wanted this dick for a long time. I just didn't realize that you'd be putting a redwood in my ass."
I remain motionless, allowing my hands to massage the small of his back and his powerful thighs.
Almost imperceptibly, I am pulled more and more into his suctioning hole. When I am in about halfway, I begin to pull back, then I begin to push back, giving him more of me. I continue with this process, until I am totally within him, and my bush is tight against his ass.
"You've got all of me baby. How do you feel?" I pant.
"Won-der-ful, and full," he moans. "Now, fuck me. Make love to me, please. I 've dreamed of this for so long."
I begin the familiar dance of pushing myself in and out. He is so tight, and every millimeter of his ass is clinging to my cock, coaxing me higher and higher up the mountain of pleasure. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined it would be this hot . . . this tight!
"You feel so good^Åplease fuck me harder," Rich moans.
I grip his hips, and pull him tighter against me, as I begin to pound his ass.
He groans as I pull out, but flipping him on his back, I quickly re-enter, to Rich's delight. I push his hairy legs atop my shoulders, and bracing my weight on my arms and toes, I really begin to do push-ups in his ass.
Rich reaches up, and begins to twist and pull on my nipples with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other, taking me higher.
I settle back on my knees, I toss one leg up, providing a new angle of attack.
"Oh fuck. Do me man. You feel so good. Make love to me, Stan. Make love to me!" Rich begs.
Rich's own dick is rock hard, leaking profusely. I can see it throbbing and bouncing along his hairy belly, leaving strings of pre-cum in its wake.
Rich kicks his legs out, wrapping them around my waist, then he reaches out, grabbing my shoulders and pulls me in tight against him, planting me completely inside of him.
His lips seek out, and find my own as I feel him throb between us. I realize that he is cumin. Globs of his offering begin to spread against our connected stomachs. His ass grips my cock tighter than ever, tighter than any pussy has ever before. I begin to swell, as his contractions take me higher.
I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth as I begin to unload deep in his bowels. Rich moans and twists his hips with each pulse of my dick, effectively milking every drop from me.
I cum hard. For the second time in less than two hours, my body violently ejects my juice. It feels as if my balls are being pulled through my dick. I never knew they could offer so much, and so soon after cumin shortly before. Cum is beginning to seep from around my pounding dick sheathed in the condom.
Finally, I feel myself going limp as Rich tightens his legs around me, holding me in place.
At last, he relaxes, allowing me to roll off when I am just too soft to stay inside.
"Oh man," he pants. "I never knew it could be so-o-o good."
"Me^×either!" I manage to croak. "I^×love^×you."
"If I didn't love you before, I would definitely be in love with you after this. Damn! All these years I've wasted. Promise me we can wake up like this every morning from now on."
"Can't do that!" I protest.
"Huh? What'd ya mean?"
"I'm going to want this inside of me too, you know," I say, gripping his heavy, and wet cock in my hand.
He smiles. "Maybe we'll take turns. How's that?"
"Now, that sounds fair." I reach over and kiss my lover again. "Come on, let 's take a shower. I'm taking you out for breakfast. For some reason, I am starving." We laugh, and climb out of bed, heading for the bath.