The following story contains scenes of sex between two men. If you are non interested in such material, or you should not be reading this due to your locale then please by all means go elsewhere. If you are interested in reading such material, then by all means please continue. The following story is pure fiction, the players are real, but I only wish it would have happened. Anyway on with the story.
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In the incest section "My Steven" In the Adult-youth section "Erik-the-runaway" In the beginning section "Jeff" and "Helping Jason" In the college section "Days at college"
Jarred and Me
Lying in the bed sleeping, I am suddenly awakened by the feel of someone going into my boxers. The light was not on, but there were candles lit on the dresser. I looked down and it was Ricky, my lover and best friend since High School. He had his hand wrapped around my stiffening cock slowly stroking it to full attention. I looked over into his emerald eyez and feel in love all over again, his eyez always did that for me. I reached over and rubbed his jet- black hair out of his left eye and leaned over and gently kissed his mustached covered mouth. My tongue quickly found his and they were dueling for control of the kiss. I broke the kiss and tilted my head and Ricky went directly to my neck to kiss and nibble around it. I lay back on the bed and he removed his hand from my now throbbing dick.
"Do you love me Gary?" He asked in his sultry Latin voice.
"Like no other before you, with all my heart and soul."
Tenderly Ricky kissed me again before starting going down my hairy chest and finding my nipples. He sucked and nibbled on them until they were hard little nubs. Then he continued his decent to my navel, which he cleaned with his hot Latin tongue. With every touch from his hand and tongue I was on fire for this man, the first man I had ever loved my beautiful Latin lover. He quickly made his way to my cock, which by now was leaking pre cum from the slit. He gently kissed the head and then ran his tongue around the ridge of my cut 9-inch boner before going down on it. He would always go to the base of it with no trouble.
"Oh yea baby that's it." I moaned.
I started raising my hips to fuck his face. He pulled off my cock after several strokes and reached over to the table and pulled out the KY lube. He lubed my dick up, and then his ass and got over my rod for a ride. Ricky slowly made his way to the root, sitting firmly on my hips before he started riding up and down. I could feel the heat inside his body riding me and me making him mine again. Looking up and the sight of this man on me, fucking me, I knew I was in so much love. He started to buck a little faster while grabbing his dick and beating it. Ricky had been out of town on a business trip and we had not made love or jacked off for the entire week he was gone, and I knew the first round would not last very long. His riding became quicker still; his beating of his meat became frantic. His hot hair covered chest rose and fell erratically, and I knew he was ready to blow.
"Oh.I love you so much." He said with ragged breath. "I have missed you so much.I'm gonna cum."
Just as his first shot came out of his piss slit I woke up, once again covered in sweat. It had been almost a year since Ricky died and I still miss him so much. That is the only dream I have of him, of us making love.
"You all right?" I heard Jarred ask as he opened the door to my room.
"Yea, just dreaming. I'll be fine thanks." Was all I could get out, I felt the tears starting to sting my eyez. `Not this time' I told my self and got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face.
"If ya need me."
"I'll be fine."
Jarred had been my saving grace in the time since Ricky. We met him at a bar, he and his boyfriend had just broken up and he was all out of sorts. As it turned out he was some kind of relation to Ricky, and since we had the extra room and he had no place to go.
The next day we moved him into the basement that we had just finished to make a billiard room. We were forever going everywhere together after we all three got off work. Several times we tried to fix him up with different ones, but he would have no part of that. `Oh well we thought, some people prefer to be alone.' This night had been a year and though he finally had a date he stayed home just in case I freaked as he put it.
Not that I am prone to drama, actually I DO NOT do drama, it had been a hard year on me. After the funeral I threw myself into my work, hell I would work 7 days a week ten to twelve hours a day. There were time I would go days without eating, all I would do is drink. I had finally gotten to the plateau to where I would only drink now and then. The pain was still there, of Ricky, but it was more bearable now. This was thanks mainly to Jarred.
On this anniversary though it was hard as hell. After waking up and Jarred seeing about me, I found myself sitting in the den. Like so many mornings before sitting in the mist of dark waiting and watching. I knew not what I was waiting for, perhaps waiting for death to grab me, or waiting for life to continue. I will myself not to cry and slowly sipped my bourbon.
Feeling his gentle hands on my neck, "Hey, want some company?"
"I'm sorry hon, it." The tears started to flow freely stinging my eyes and racking my body with sobs.
Jarred came around the couch and sit next to me and hugged me to his body, in which I collapsed. As he sit there consoling me the feel of another human touching me stirred something in me. `I could not and would not think about this' I quickly composed myself and got up and went back to bed.
The next few days, I tried to rationalize what I felt for Jarred, while at the same time avoiding him like the plague. It wasn't the fact that I thought Jarred was ugly, by far; he was a very handsome man. Though I could not deal with the fact that I felt attracted to Ricky's cousin either. On the fourth day of me trying to avoid him, it happened, I finally got caught at home while he was there. He had said he was going out, and I thought he was already gone, wrong.
I am sitting in the den when he walked in, wearing only a towel. Just one look at him and it happened again. For Jarred to be seven years younger than me he looked like a kid in his teens, damn I hate people that carry their age well. His torso was not really tone, but a natural ripple to it and covered with blonde fur leading all the way to the top of the towel and that wasp waist of his. The towel was tied on the side and there was a noticeable bulge in the front. In my mind I tried to see what it would be like to stick a dick in him.
"So what's up? You have been avoiding me the last few days. Well I was wondering if I did something."
"No.um.I've had some extra work to do."
"Yea right, I called the last two night and you had already gone. Look, I'm just worried about you that's all."
For some reason I was sitting there trying to lie to him and he could tell. One thing that he has been able to do was read me like a book. "Okay, the other night while you were hugging me.well.I.I sort of got to feeling something for you."
"Is that all? Shit Rick has been gone for over a year, hon you need to get on with you life. Yea, I loved Rick but life is for the living."
His words stung through my soul, but I knew he was right. He came over to the couch and hugged me and told me that he had been attracted to me for a long time, but didn't want to push me, and then he leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips. That was the first kiss since Rick and to be honest with myself it was electric. While we sat there and tongue wrestled for a while, we both got completely naked and hard as steel rods.
We got up and went to the bedroom and continued kissing on the bed. Before long I moved my hand down and touched his manhood and could feel a tiny drop of pre cum on the tip. I went to his dick and lapped it up hungrily, I knew then I had to have more. My tongue worked over his cock and balls, and finally to his rosebud where I tongue fucked him. He rocked his ass back and forth wanting and begging for me to fuck him. After his ass was good and wet, I stuck a finger up inside him and found his prostrate and worked it. The pre cum was flowing out of him, and I ate it all.
"If you don't stop I'm gonna cum" He said through ragged breaths.
With that I placed another finger into his man hole while still working his thick nine inch dick down my throat. I pulled off his dick and spit on my hand to lube my own throbbing cock and placed it at his man pussy. I pushed just enough to get through the tight ring and stayed there, tormenting him. He began to beg through moans for me to take him and fuck him hard. I quickly bottomed out with my pubes resting on his firm ass. Starting slow I rode him, and he was begging me to fuck him like a wild animal. After a few minutes he told me he was gonna cum, and he had never touched himself. I leaned over and put my mouth over the head of his meat and drank his load down my throat. I leaned over farther and kissed him and let him tasted his nectar just as I unloaded my pent up cum into his hot ass.
We lay there together holding one another for the rest of the night and made love several more times until the room smelled of raw sex and cum.
I still think about Ricky, but Jarred was right life is for the living. Now the only dreams I have of Ricky is the pure love we shared, and dream about fucking Jarred.
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