PLAYING DOCTOR part 2
A story in several parts by Gay Contrarian March 2018
This is a work of fiction, based on the experiences and imaginings of the author. Any similarity between the characters and real individuals living or dead is purely coincidental. Individuals not comfortable reading explicit gay sexual encounters by consensual adults should leave now. This work should only be read by those of legal age to do so according to the laws where you live. Please consider a contribution to Nifty to ensure the availability of stories like this are preserved for future readers. Any comments or feedback are welcome – address them to gaycontrarian@gmail.com Thanks for reading!
Cruising down Highway 101, the Pacific Coastal Highway, from San Francisco towards Monterey, California was a very pleasant ride in the Lincoln Towncar, especially this 1990s model with the sofa-like front seat. I'd picked up Dustin at university after his last exam of the Spring semester in Medical School, and we were headed down to a seaside cottage on Monterey Bay for the long weekend. For him it was going to be his first sexual encounter, for me a reawakening of my longings and needs as a gay man.
It started off as a bit of a hit and miss with my suggestion for some `road head' to get the ball rolling, so to speak. I'd saved up my little swimmers for a whole week by abstaining from masturbation, so I had a bit of a hair trigger in terms of longevity to ejaculation. Dustin had never had another man's penis in his mouth (or anywhere else) before, and so he relished the feelings he'd dreamt about for so long.
Once his `book knowledge' and energetic mouth went to work, I was destined to cum within a couple of minutes – and that is precisely what happened with minimal warning on my part. I'd been watching an asshole driver weaving in and out of traffic and was trying to make sure we stayed well behind the jerk once he had passed us. All of a sudden, BLAM, I could only say "cumming" as fast as it was happening. He was all the way down on my nearly 6-inch fatboy and was caught off-guard by the sheer volume of the first volley of sperm, but managed to contain it while only making a slight choking sound as he attempted to swallow and pull back a bit to prepare for subsequent blasts, of which there were several lesser ones.
He held his head fairly still and manipulated his tongue around my shaft and crown, concentrating on the area just below the urethra, since it is very sensitive during orgasm. When the spasms stopped, Dustin lifted his head and still with some sperm held in his mouth said "vant me to shave shum fer you?" having a little trouble enunciating while attempting not to swallow that final time.
"No, I've had my share of that recently, so let's call that first one `all yours', OK?" I replied with a snicker.
"'K, itsh delishshsh" he giggled and licked his lips, "But I'll have to wait now until we get to the cottage. How long is it still?" The app on my smartphone was open and silent for the time being, since we were staying on the freeway for a bit longer before any further directional instructions were required, so I couldn't answer him accurately. I told him as much, so he checked on his phone himself; it seemed we had another 10 minutes before exiting the freeway and cutting over to Pacific Grove where the cottage was located. The remainder of the trip was spent with two apps competing to provide definitive directions, and fortunately they both sent us the same way! I took note of a couple of stores as we passed them, so that if we needed supplies they might be obtained with minimal effort. This weekend was about physical togetherness; there was not a lot of time to be wasted running around town.
As we pulled into the driveway, I could hear the surf through our open car windows and thought how lovely it was going to be to hear that all weekend. There were neighboring homes, but sufficiently far away that they'd only likely hear really loud expressions of passion – I hoped that they would appreciate them! We both got out of the car when I parked in the carport; Dustin went in search of the `third empty ceramic pot to the left of the entry door in the carport' where the landlord had placed the house keys in anticipation of our arrival. I chose to walk around the side of the building to take in the oceanfront view, climbing up onto the expansive open deck and sitting on the edge of the raised 4-four person hot tub. There was even a hammock at the far end of the deck; my mind began planning how best to utilize the tools we were given to create a real sexual adventure for both of us.
Dustin stepped out onto the deck from inside, coming through the French doors, "Steven, it's so nice inside – there's everything we could need!" He was right. I wanted an oasis that we could function completely alone in if we so chose – kitchen, laundry room, fireplace, bedrooms, loft, deck, hot tub, and double shower. It took a while to find the right combination close to the city center, but still remote enough to feel we were private.
"Let's start envisioning all the dirty little things we're going to do to one another, and maybe get going on some of them," I suggested while giving his ass a pat and a squeeze, "Heck, we've been here almost 5 minutes already and everyone's still clothed!"
He pushed me away playfully, and disrobed with the speed of a horny young stud, which he was of course! "You got yours in the car on the way down here, so how about you do me now?" Dustin asked.
"Indoors or out?" I replied, as I attempted to lead him toward the woven rope hammock. "I thought you'd like to commune with nature, while I commune with your crotch!" I added, and then he understood what I was proposing.
I got him settled into the hammock by himself, and positioned him so that he could look out to the bay. The macramé weave of the smooth-cotton rope hammock was such that there were 4-inch square "holes" of a consistent pattern throughout the design, and I planned to gain access to the bits I wanted to play with from the underside of the hammock utilizing those very openings. I explained my idea vaguely, and Dustin seemed intrigued. His semi-erect cock was beginning to leak pre-cum again, and his smooth, almost-hairless torso looked so delectable as he adjusted himself to accommodate my idea. His cock and balls fit through an opening without being restrictive; in the process his member grew to full length of just over 5 inches. I knew this already, but thought the length and girth to be ideal for me to service him properly with my mouth. Another upside I discovered when I put a beach towel down underneath the hammock for me to lie on was the fact that Dustin's smooth pink rosebud was prominently exposed in another "hole" in the weave – it was turning into a veritable playground as I got ready to give him his first experience!
"You comfy?" I asked.
"Me horny!" was his reply, so I got down to business, lusty business. Based on our past comments to one another on Tumblr, I decided to start by taking just the head of his precum covered boner into my mouth softly, to taste him and to have him feel the moistness of my mouth envelop him. His soft moans told me that he was appreciative and he seemed to settle into the hammock position a little more comfortably now that he was being tended to so carefully. I let his cock plop out of my mouth while I tried to make as much slurping noise as possible, to heighten his aural experience as well. Then, I took each ballsack into my mouth, running my tongue around each hairless orb in turn, again slurping as I went to compete with the soft sounds of small waves lapping the shoreline.
I used my tongue to trace along his taint, and found the motion was greeted by more soft moans. I milked the existing precum from his cock head with my hand and took it to lube up the outer edge and center of his tight pucker, while continuing to bring my tongue licks closer and closer to his hole.
He finally squirmed in the hammock enough to bring his hole closer to my lips on his own, "Stop teasing me Steven, and get that tongue in my hole!" was more of an order than a request. The "pleases" and "thank yous" could come later, right now he was in that virginal state of lust and desire we've all experienced at some point in our lives, so I complied with his request - partly.
I took my time tracing the perimeter of his pink access port, tickling across the pucker itself as I tormented him a bit, before attempting to breach the pucker with my tongue. I closed my mouth and rubbed the day-old face stubble around on his crack and butt cheeks, which elicited "my God that feels sooooo good!" from Dustin after a minute or so. I went back to his perineum, and used my fingers to collect more of his pre, so I could lubricate the hole and stretch it slightly enough to start the penetration by my tongue. While I haven't had a lot of practice eating ass, I just did what I thought would feel good.
Apparently I was right. I was able to get just past the sphincter, although it required my hands to spread his ass apart in the beginning. The taste was a mix of precum, squeaky soap, and musk - altogether a pleasant one. As Dustin's clenches became less and less forceful, my ability to penetrate became easier – so I tongue-fucked him a bit until his cries and moans to go further meant I'd need to find "something else" to satisfy his desire.
In my "box of tricks" I'd brought along in my luggage I had a battery operated, remote controlled prostate massaging device that I'd enjoyed myself for a while now. I excused myself for a brief moment, telling Dustin to catch his breath and that I'd be back to "finish him off" so to speak...
I returned with a damp facecloth for later use, a jar of semi-solidified virgin coconut oil as a lube, and the little black butt-nut pleaser in a small satchel, and crawled back underneath the hammock to prepare him. I kissed his ass (literally, not figuratively) and tested his looseness with one coconut coated finger; he pushed back and appeared to want the finger to grow in length to satisfy the "itch" he felt in there. I removed the finger and replaced it with the device, saving the vibrator function for a later surprise as he got close to cumming.
"Is that rubbing you the right way?" I asked, as I manipulated the device around to try to line it up correctly with his prostate.
"Oh, oh, yes" he replied, while starting a rocking motion to self-massage his insides with it.
"Then I have a bit more work to do topside" I said, climbing from beneath and bending over his prone torso to take his erection into my mouth once again. "Wanna watch?" I asked, seeing his head back, eyes closed, and mouth open.
`I am drifting off into an alternate orgasmic universe - just let me go" he said softly, so I continued my full shaft up-and-down mouth pumping. I got the idea to gently sway the hammock a bit to force his cock back and forth in my mouth and decided to be somewhat silly and started to hum the lullaby "Rockabye Baby in the tree tops".
Apparently, the term "hummer" or "hum job" was derived from that vibrational action, because the intensity of his moans increased dramatically once I started. The humming caused me to be unable to form a tight seal around his cock, so the steady precum and saliva mixture began to dribble down his shaft and onto his aching balls. I used one hand to massage the fluids against them and trace his taint once again, before reaching to the exposed edge of the device in his bum to press the vibrator button.
The effect was instanteous and mouthfilling – "ohmygod, ohmygod, OHMYGAWD" he yelled very forcefully, as his hips bucked forward, pushing his rod completely into my throat down to the root; his short blonde pubes pressed against my nostrils. The first blast was manageable, but they kept coming, and coming, in short sharp powerful spurts, so that I had to pull up to actually let my tastebuds enjoy the flavor rather than it all going straight down my gullet.
He whimpered a bit as the last of a least a dozen shots completed his orgasm while I stroked his cock with my free hand to draw out the last of the remaining semen into my mouth. His body went limp then, as if spent by using such a great deal of energy, which he had in fact done through his orgasm. I reached to switch off the vibrator in his ass, and he said "No Steven, leave it on a while, it feels so perfect in there right now".
He remained almost fully hard, and I wondered if he might be up for another round, so I probed with my tongue to the base of his member and across his balls to see if he might be a bit sensitive after his ejaculation. He merely ran his hand through my hair, massaging my head in encouragement. "Now we need to do something extra special for you, too" he said, looking down at my raging boner and noting that I had not cum a second time after his amazing road head a couple of hours ago.
I pulled him up and half-carried him to the hot tub, which was preheated and ready to enjoy. As I set him on the edge, I said "by the way, the tickler is supposed to be water submersible so it shouldn't shock you."
"You mean you've never tested it yourself?" he asked, skeptical of my statement.
"In the shower, yes, but not in a tub or anything", I confessed.
"Well, I'm not going to be your guinea-pig for that trial" he huffed, and removed the still-buzzing tickler, wiping his hole with the damp facecloth before sliding into the heated bubbling water to rejuvenate. I turned the tickler off so it could be used again without need to be recharged, and joined Dustin in the hot tub. The bubbles and warmth had their effect, and we took a few minutes to spoon in the tub before realizing we both were getting too dozy to continue.
"How about we rinse off and get something to eat?" I suggested, "We can either eat in, or there's a terrific Fish and Chips shop on the pier downtown. I could make us a quick stir-fry for dinner if you want to stay here, and stay naked," I leered at him.
"I'd be happy to have fish for lunch tomorrow, and stay here to suck and fuck the night away, if that's okay with you", Dustin offered.
"Ah, but cum alone is not sufficient nutrition for a growing boy like you", I said, playfully tugging on his still semi-erect penis.
Dustin snuggled into me and replied, "I'll eat whatever you make, as long as "ass-pie" is on the menu for dessert tonight."
As it was already after 7 pm, the sun wouldn't be setting until after 9 pm on this fine early June evening on the Pacific coast, so we took some time to explore better the cottage and all its amenities. I finished unloading the car and finding places to put everything, while Dustin unpacked his overnight bag into a dresser drawer then returned out to the patio to make use of the outdoor shower to rinse off. I took the opportunity to use the spare bathroom to quickly douche, knowing that we'd be playing down there after dinner and wanting to make sure the `dirty things' we did weren't visibly dirty afterwards.
Back in the kitchen, I found a large, high-sided frying pan in the kitchen cupboard and got out the meal essentials on the kitchen counter to organize – vegetables to be chopped, boneless chicken breast chunks, bottled teriyaki sauce, precooked ramen noodles, ginger and garlic, sesame oil. With a drink selection of pop, bubbly, light beer, or jasmine tea, I felt that we would get enough nourishment to sustain ourselves overnight. The meal came together quickly, and we enjoyed it on the patio table. No fortune cookies though – I didn't want to tempt fate.
We ate in relative quiet, enjoying the soft sounds of waves lapping the shore, and the calls of birds off in the distance. There was the occasional human-generated sound of boat motors and such, but it was generally peaceful and relaxing. As this was the first time for Dustin and I to be together in person, there was also a sense of natural shyness, even though we had no problems diving right into all kinds of sexual adventures with each other – the most intimate things one can physically do with another human being.
When we'd finished and rinsed the dishes, I suggested a short walk along the shoreline to help dinner digest. He found our hastily discarded clothes on the deck by the hammock, and we dressed minimally but sufficiently to be seen in public should we encounter others while on our walk. As it turned out, there wasn't anyone else on the beachfront at that hour, but almost all the cottages were occupied and seemed to have people dining or drinking or both either inside or outside their homes. We chatted intermittently about nothing in particular, and seemed to be happy to savor the moment, knowing it was a onetime thing, with no expectation of further involvement once the weekend was over. We reached a point where it made sense to turn back, and it was then Dustin took my hand and held it the entire walk back.
We reached our cottage, and realized the need to rinse our feet and lower legs, having splashed along the bayfront and created a coating of sand and salt on our extremities. Turns out the seaside home owners are well aware of that, as an outdoor faucet 2 feet off the ground and wire mesh grate platform greeted us at the bottom step, where we had clean water to wash off the grit before heading to the deck. Once topside we peeled off the shorts and shirts and went over to the outdoor shower to better rinse ourselves – together.
There's something so erotic about someone else soaping you down, rubbing your skin, feeling your body. It was certainly so with Dustin and I, since it felt a lot more like foreplay and it included kissing for the first time since we met. I'd wondered whether or not I should be the instigator on this matter, as I'd always felt kissing was one of two things: an expression of one's love for someone else, or an erotic component in sexual relations either as part of foreplay or during sex itself. Dustin and I were not lovers, nor were we in love with each other.
In fact, Dustin had confided that he was madly in love with someone he'd met online many, many months ago. They'd chatted regularly via video apps, and exchanged whatever thoughts and hopes and dreams they had about the possibility of a future together. As always, there were complications due to distance (living on separate continents) and other factors too private to mention further here. Suffice it to say, they seemed to have realized that the likelihood of getting together, much less living together, was extremely remote.
I decided to test the kissing waters with Dustin by using my lips on his torso as I finished scraping him down under the running showerhead to remove the body wash. A kiss here, and a lick there, as my hands caressed his smooth body. He began reciprocating as the soap rinsed off me as well; those actions successfully made us both fully erect. I continued my circuitous route around his chest, playfully tugging at each nipple with my lips, biting ever so gingerly to evoke a moan or a whimper. I must say Dustin gave as good as he got, probably better, since his own actions caused me to respond similarly.
The warm shower water acted as a blanket protecting us from the cool breeze on the deck as dusk settled in. We found a way to turn off the shower and wrap towels loosely around both of us even while remaining active with tongues exploring one another's upper bodies. We made our way back inside and near the angled fireplace. It was set and ready to light, so I checked and opened the chimney damper to avoid smoking the cottage out once I lit the kindling underneath the logs.
A real wood fire, a couple of soft mood lights, and a view out the French doors to the dark red glow of the sun's last rays as darkness approached – romantic and seductive in its effect on us both. There was a large down duvet that I'd brought with me, thinking it appropriate to have if we wished to "make our own fun" without messing someone else's bedding or carpeting. I laid it over the area rug already in front of the fireplace, but we stayed far enough away to avoid overheating as the flames caught and the fire grew.
As we settled ourselves down, I reversed my orientation so that we were now head-to-toe, and facing each other. "Dessert?" I offered, to which I got a big grin and nod before my legs were magically spread apart and a toe-headed blonde demon dove down to my nether regions for a taste test. Dustin had made it clear more than once that ass-eating was by far his biggest turn-on about gay sex, presumably to prepare the orifice for a follow-up fuck, which I welcomed in anticipation. I'd always been the top in any past fucking scenarios, but had experimented enough with dildos in the past two years to figure out what I'd been missing. Some guys are slow to catch on I guess, even gay ones.
While I fully intended to reciprocate Dustin's actions, I first wanted to treat myself to his extensive precum production, something I never seemed to have with my own erections no matter how long I edged. This lovely, tasty treat coated my mouth and lips, and I used it to cover his cock and balls with a thin film of the stuff, giving the whole area an aroma of manly sexual activity. One of the complications of `69' is that two things are going on at once; you both are giving and receiving and it can mean that one's concentration and appreciation can be somewhat muted at times.
There was no ignoring the fact that Dustin was literally assaulting my anal cavity for all he was worth! It almost felt like he was trying to climb in by way of his mouth it was so intense. I wriggled and twitched and tried not to clamp down too hard on his skull as he invaded my love canal with his mouth. I never measured, but it felt like his tongue got at least a couple of inches past the sphincter when he penetrated me. "It tastes and smells exactly like I hoped it would," he stated at one point, when he came up briefly to catch his breath.
I moved to his taint and onward to his pucker as well, but having just played there a few hours earlier, it did not have the same impact on me that his own tongues' exploration was clearly having on Dustin. I massaged his butt cheeks broadly and firmly, testing them for tautness and muscle, which seemed to make him flex in reaction. After over a quarter hour of his oral ministrations I'd really squirmed long enough in ecstasy, so I leaned up and took his head in my hands saying "Will you make love to my hole with your rock hard cock now, stud?"
Dustin hadn't indicated he thought of us in any Dom-Sub sort of way, but I felt he seemed to like being led, guided, or nudged into things rather than simply being left to his own devices. I certainly wasn't trying to do anything more than move us into those things I thought we'd both enjoy, but maybe I was taking the lead in most of it. In any case, he seemed more than happy to oblige my request to get fucked. I had a tube of lube and condoms and "trick towels" for cleaning up in a small gym bag with the other toys I'd brought along, so I dashed into the spare bedroom (I presumed we'd sleep together but that was yet to be established) to grab the bag.
When I returned to the fireside, Dustin was quietly rearranging the logs with a poker to get them settled and burning slowly, like I hoped our intercourse would proceed. There was no need for a frenetic fuck since we'd both cum once each earlier this afternoon, and I tend to lean toward the romantic side of sex rather than the pump, pound, shoot, and go style.
I pushed the magazines and decorative plate on the coffee table to one side, and laid out the various items I'd brought in the gym bag, making then easier to access as we needed them. We'd each purchased dildos in the past, and had shared with each other photos of them – mine was a thick 6 ½ inch bruiser with suction cup aptly named "Dustin" (even though he himself said it was larger and thicker than the real thing) and his was a 9 ½ pink see-through vibrator but no suction cup, he named "Steven"; presumably so we could share with each other via text how well we were getting fucked by the other. It did the trick for me, anyway. I pulled out "Dustin the Dildo" and made informal introductions, saying that it might be fun to have a three-way at some point over the weekend. That, with the lube, coconut oil, condoms, prostate tickler, and trick towels completed the selection.
"You think you want to use condoms, Dustin, or are you comfortable knowing I'm clean and you're doing it for the first time?" I asked.
I knew he'd texted me about the feelings of skin on skin interaction in the past, but I did want to practice "safe sex" in a way that meant no one was going to have any negative take-aways from our weekend. I'd been thoroughly tested twice in the past year, and had not been intimate with anyone in a very long time. Dustin was experiencing his first real sexual experience, so as a virgin would not have had the chance to pick up any "bugs".
"Because I trust you're safe, Steven, let's play raw tonight," he replied, "but in future I will only have raw sex with those I love and trust. Everyone else will require protection for both of us".
I thought he was being sensible, but I was also more experienced and knew that protection in the heat of passion and lust sometimes falls by the wayside.
"OK, but we may want to try it using condoms at some point, so that we both learn what it's like and get some experience before doing it and fumbling around with strangers", I countered. He nodded thoughtfully, but made no further comment. Ah, youth.
At that point, I lay down in front of him, taking the "little spoon" position on the duvet and watched the flames gently licking up the front of the stack of logs in the fireplace. I pushed my butt back against his groin, and felt his cock beginning to stir again as it lay along my ass crack. I took his arms and wrapped them around my chest, lifting one hand up to suck slowly upon each of the fingers of his right hand. Dustin moaned softly as I performed oral sex on his hand, and his stiff member started searching for an entry point into my body in response. As I was still moist in the region thanks to Dustin's thorough ass eating, it was lubricated enough to provide slick sliding across my rosebud, so it felt much nicer than simple dry humping.
"Get some lube, so it'll slip in easier", I said in a low voice, encouraging him to start his first anal conquest.
"Coconut lube will taste better when I eat you out afterwards", he replied, as he reached back and took the jar off the coffee table, removed the lid and got a finger into the goop. He wisely used that first bit to penetrate my pulsing sphincter fairly easily, since he'd loosened me up pretty well earlier with his tongue. He added a second finger, and once in fully, began a slow rotational twisting, to ensure that the muscles in my rectum got used to a foreign body coming at them from the opposite direction to normal.
I started to buck my hips against his hand, and made throaty noises about how good it would feel to have him inside me. This kind of talk got him more active, and so I continued intermittently to say things that he might find erotic as he proceeded to push his now swollen cock head against my restraining anal ring. Dustin was careful to take his time, savoring the feeling as his glans slipped past the sphincter and into the canal itself an inch or so. "Hmmmm, just like I'd imagined, only better" he purred.
I began to wriggle and move back against his staff, and he continued to advance until I felt his nut sack pressing against my cheeks. "That's it, boy, give me all of your young hard cock", I growled, hoping to spur him on verbally. He began to slide out, taking himself back to a point where his head would pop out if he didn't stop. Then, more forcefully, he pushed back in me to the hilt. He continued this style for many more strokes, each time hitting my prostate has he passed over it. He then began to alternate the long strokes with a series of shorter, faster ones; all of it was starting to feel so terrific I didn't think I'd even need to use my hand on myself to get off.
After several minutes of this, his breathing changed enough that I guessed he was starting to get close – I took a chance and said "You like fucking this Dad hole, don't you son?" using a tone of voice he'd not yet heard from me before. This caused him to start pumping faster, as he guessed he would be firing all cylinders shortly. "STOP!" I said abruptly. This tone shook him, and he complied, although reluctantly I'm sure.
"What if I told you that I think it's your turn now to have your boy hole filled up?" I continued, using a slightly softer tone, but still firm and determined. I pulled away from him and turned my head so I could look directly into his eyes and said "You gonna let me fuck the cum outta you, aren't you son?"
Dustin looked somewhat stunned at first, nodded, and then as a smile crossed his face he replied "Yes sir, I really want that sir!"
I pushed him back onto the duvet, so he was facing up to me. I reached across and got a small throw pillow and slipped it under the duvet to elevate his ass for me. "I wanna look you in the face when I take your cherry, boy!" I said, hoping this semi-rough role play was intensifying things for him. He responded by hoisting his legs back up in the air and holding them with his arms, giving me full access to his smooth young ass.
"Take me, please!" was all he said – all he needed to say.
With only the slightest of preparation to his hole using lube and one finger, I then oiled up my own rod to prepare for the entry. I met little resistance until his sphincter clamped tightly on my glans.
"You're thicker than I've ever had in there before" he hissed, and I realized the role play had certain limits. So, I eased up, then slowly pushed and told him to push back, like he was taking a dump.
Suddenly, the threshold was crossed, and I stopped and waited for him to relax, seeing that slight grimace on his face. "Taking it like a trooper, son." I encouraged him. "Soon, you'll be singing the praises of this Daddy cock inside you, filling you up!"
He started pushing his hips against me in order to get me deeper, so I continued to slowly insert myself to full length. "AAAAAH!" he moaned loudly as I hit his butt nut dead center. I rocked my cock back and forth a couple of times, to ensure I had the right spot, and the look on his face told me I had. I pulled back to the point of almost exiting, and pushed back in again, but not all the way. I was saving those strokes for the grand finale, since I'd learned what hitting his prostate would do to him.
We got into a rhythm then, rocking toward and away from one another in synchronization. I was also able to lean forward and kiss his nipples, sucking on each one in turn, and then running my tongue up his upper chest to reach my ultimate goal – his open mouth. I kissed tentatively at first, and he responded by probing back with his tongue. Knowing how much he liked using it on my ass, I relished the similar actions he began using on my mouth as he got more into it.
The passion of the kissing was seriously curtailing our fucking though, so we broke it off after a couple of minutes. It was just as well to have the break, since I'd have likely cum fairly quickly in his tight, tight hole. Now I went back to the long strokes, and quickly achieved the goal of hitting his joy button every time, which hastened his impending climax. With hips now rocking in both directions, his exclamations of "oooh, aaah, yeah, fuck me" becoming more frequent, I tried once more to vocally stimulate him by saying "Come on, son, let me see you squirt! Daddy wants to see your juice all over you, before he fills you with his seed!"
At the same time I sped up my strokes while trying to stay as deep as possible in him as he began his orgasm. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaw, gawd!" as his first jet of jizz shot across his chest and hit his upper lip. I continued to pummel him, but that visual cum spurt was also my trigger. As he continued to fire subsequent streams I plowed one last time full depth and let loose with my own rounds of ammo against his prostate. The muscle contractions in his butt were sufficiently milking whatever cum I had out of me, while he lay covered in his own juices; those of which I could reach with my tongue, I took - without withdrawing from him even though my erection was lessening postcoitally. Without wiping any of his cum off my lips, I leaned further to offer him some of his own back. He joined me in the kiss, and said afterwards, "It tastes different coming from your mouth. Better, somehow!"
We disengaged so that he could return to a normal position, and I fell down softly beside and across him partially, simply not wanting to let go of that shared moment of intense satisfaction and "oneness". Dustin put his hand between his thighs, feeling his own rosebud. I thought he might be checking to see how irritated it might feel from the onslaught, but instead he brought his fingers back up to his mouth and licked them. "I wanted to taste your cum after it had been inside me", he stated simply, "It tastes like I've been well and truly fucked!" I smiled and turned my head slightly on his chest, so that I could tongue and kiss his nipple gently in the afterglow of our coupling.
Next thing I knew it was 2:00 in the morning as we remained spooned on the duvet in front of a fire that was almost out, and the patio doors were still open. Brrrr! I reluctantly left the comforting warm body beside me, and got up to close doors and turned on enough soft lighting to allow us to head to the bedroom to try to fall back asleep; well, at least me anyway.
I tussled Dustin's hair and spoke softly in his ear "come on, sleepyhead, its time to crawl into bed, OK?"
"Is that where you're gonna fuck me next, big guy?" was his groggy reply.
"Come to bed, and we'll negotiate under the covers," I offered back. I'd already taken a piss and drank some water as I was setting up the bedroom, so Dustin went into the bathroom and came out shortly thereafter waving another hard-on at me and plopped onto the bed. Knowing the quickest way for me to get hard again was to suck on his, I dutifully leapt onto the bed and began a slow but determined effort to blow him. He felt around until he figured out where my cock was hiding, and coaxed it to rigidity while I sucked and licked his groin area, which still smelled of the man aromas from our last bout.
"How about you stick that lovely thing back in my ass, and rock me to sleep like a baby, huh?" he murmured.
"Well, if you insist young man, I'll do my best to put you to sleep again," I countered. Fortunately he was still moist from earlier, and I had moved the lube jar to the bedroom night table so I could re-enter his hungry orifice once again. The precum he produced since climbing into bed was actually more than sufficient to coat my cock, so I used that and slipped into him with a single stroke.
"Hmmmmmmm," he said, "I'd like to wake up with it in there as well". I'm not sure he understood male stamina as well as I did, but I was pretty sure it wasn't going to me staying hard for 4-6 hours to accommodate his restive thoughts. I started a gentle back-and-forth rocking motion, barely moving more than a couple of inches inside him. I continued like that for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling without the urgency of orgasm this time. He responded with copious amounts of precum and soft moans.
Soon, his moans changed to light snores as he dozed back into what I hoped was a fitful dreamland of sex and satisfaction. I continued my soft rocking until it put me to sleep as well. I was the first to awake in the morning and discovered it was already after 9 AM, but the morning light did not intrude into the bedroom where we were sleeping. And, miraculously, my morning wood was intact and inside him; only my dickhead was past his sphincter and I think it was really the anal muscles in that tight canal that held me in all night. I reached around to find him with a semi-erection, and moved my hand encouragingly to help it achieve full mast. There was some pushing and grinding and wriggling, but it seemed like we were having fun.
"What's to eat?" were his first actual words of the morning. It suddenly occurred to me that I'd never asked him what he ate for breakfast. I just assumed that coffee, juice, toast, cereal, eggs, and bacon would cover most if not all the bases. And his suggestion of food made me recognize I was absolutely starving too! We'd certainly worked up some hellacious appetites over the past 12 hours.
"If you'd let me stop poking around here, I'll go out to the kitchen and poke around in the fridge to get us something," I said, "Now, I'm ravenous!" I withdrew and dashed into the bathroom for a very quick rinse under the shower. Afterwards, I walked through the bedroom towards the kitchen while toweling off to his low chants of "feed me, feed me, feed me."
Ten minutes later he appeared, freshly showered, and using his towel to continue drying his golden locks of hair. I had orange juice already in glasses on the bar counter, and the coffee maker was just finishing. "Bacon, eggs, and toast for Your Highness," I joked with a bowing gesture.
"We are NOT amused," was his retort, smiling. Then, "actually, that's just perfect. Can I pour your some coffee?"
We ate inside, as it was still too cold to sit out in our undressed state. I sneaked a small dollop of black truffle paste into the scrambled eggs just as I made the final stir before plating them, and got the cooked bacon and buttered toast out of the oven where they'd been on the warm plates for the last few minutes. I presented the servings as I sat down, and he took a whiff – "What wonderful aroma for a simple egg scramble! What did you put in them?" he asked.
"An aphrodisiac from Europe that I thought might help you keep up," I teased, getting a punch in the arm as a reply. "Actually, it's black truffle." The earthy, rich flavor greatly enhanced the relative blandness of the eggs, and Dustin declared them "scrumptious!"
After breakfast was done, and the dishes rinsed and loaded into the dishwasher, I suggested we go into downtown for a few hours to stretch our legs and get a feel for the city I was returning to visit after having been stationed there in the military over three decades earlier. I was unaware that Dustin's ready agreement to my proposal hid his intention to fulfill another of his fantasies – to have sex in a public atmosphere somehow.
The central core of downtown Monterey is both historic and compact – an easy stroll for those tourists who care to do so. We wandered a bit aimlessly around the storefronts for a while, occasionally stopped to window shop, and then headed over to the wharf. It was quite raucous there, as the seals were continually barking at the tourists to feed them, and tourists were very vocal as they took selfies from the wharf with seals as their backdrop in the bay and on the boat docks surrounding the wharf itself.
We made the tour along the length of the wharf in less than 10 minutes, coming back to the point where it connects to the shoreline. I looked to my left, and the narrow walkway perpendicular to the main wharf still existed – in the past there had been a few shops and a Fish and Chips restaurant at the very end. "I don't believe it's still there," I stated, incredulous that some small treasured memory from my past had not been replaced by a head shop, or worse. I explained to Dustin as we approached the shop front that the intriguing thing about this place was the unique upstairs indoor eating area, which probably no longer existed. Sure, there were picnic tables outside, but the constant haranguing by gulls from above and seals from below made it impossible for most to enjoy their meals in peace.
There was no line-up outside, so I guessed the main lunch crowd had already come and gone even though the tables outside were all occupied. As it turned out, the inside was roughly the same as I remembered – ceiling open up the two full stories of the building, a storefront of continuous glass panels, a narrow upstairs loft area, skylights in the sloped roof to provide even more light to the interior, a multi-rung ladder attached to a side wall as the only access to the upper eating area, the obligatory nautical themed décor, and a platform basket-rope-pulley system to hoist serving plates up to the hungry diners above.
We scanned the menu posted on the chalkboard and agreed we'd both have a traditional fish-and-chips platter and iced tea, so I stayed in line to place our order with the lone employee and sent Dustin up the ladder to get us two stools along the bar counter which faced looking out the front wall of windows. There were only six barstools upstairs and no café tables like in my time way back when, so the other couple up there would have to share the space with us, and two more if they showed up and wanted to join us. Dustin wisely chose the seats at the farthest end, since those closest to the ladder were also closest to the serving basket, which meant they became surrogate waiters to anyone else seated in the loft by having to pass the food along after being hoisted up from the cook staff below.
I paid for our order, climbed up to join Dustin and noted the other two diners were just finishing. We exchanged "hellos" and I motioned Dustin to enjoy the sunny view as we waited for the deep-fried treats to be prepared and served. There was an old ships bell on the wall that was rung each time an order was sent up in the basket, and ours was rung in very quickly after my climb up. The folks at the end kindly passed over our drinks and seafood baskets before heading down the ladder themselves. We gorged on our fish pieces and fries, using the tartar sauce, lemon, and malt vinegar to enhance their already good flavors. As we got about halfway through, Dustin's left hand kept drifting over to my mid-thigh when he wasn't using it to hold his drink glass.
At first I didn't fully realize what his intention was, but because we were alone now and our lower bodies were not easily visible from below, he got more and more adventurous. I'm left-handed as it is, so my right hand was free to reciprocate since it wasn't being used for eating. Careful to stay away from the salt-laden French fry side of the basket, I got enough "lube" oil on my middle finger from the fish side of the platter to tease Dustin's butt crack and rosebud, handily exposed now that he'd lowered his shorts to his knees to free up his full erection. We both tried to continue making idle conversation, but found it increasingly difficult. The college frat boy cook downstairs had no more customers to serve, so he went outside to wipe down the tables, which were devoid of occupants for the time being. As we continued our antics upstairs, now getting more serious, Dustin noted and commented that the cook was spending most of his time looking up at us and rubbing his crotch furtively.
To make sure the cook "clearly understood" what was going on, Dustin grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down onto his precum dripping member, and I happily slurped up all that I could reach from my side position while keeping my finger inside him from behind. He started to moan pretty intensely as he watched the cook react by using his tray as a cover from stray views outside while he stroked his dick, having freed it through the open zipper of his pants. This combination of activities did something for Dustin, as without warning he shot into my mouth – I managed to contain and swallow it all as he slumped down on the barstool slightly. I lifted my head up to see if he wanted to share some, and saw him staring straight out to the cook, who was staring back.
I decided to let the remaining cum in my mouth drool out, hoping to further inspire the cook himself. He saw what I was doing and almost instantly shot a rope of thick cream against the outside of the window a few feet from where he stood in "bate" position. Dustin was smiling, and turned my head with his hand to bring me closer and cleaned up the cum-spittle drools on my chin and neck with his tongue. "Waste not, want not" was his comment, as I watched the cook wipe himself and the window of his self-induced mess. He returned inside just as a group of four people entered our view through the window to take seats at one of the outdoor tables and contemplate the paper menus.
I put a $10 bill in the tip jar as we left and winked at the cook who smiled in return. We had only made our way a dozen or so steps from the restaurant when someone called out, "Hey, guys, you forgot your receipt!" We both turned to see the cook running up to us holding out a piece of paper. I looked puzzled as he passed it to me, smiling and saying "Thanks for coming, and have a great afternoon!" before returning to his workplace. I looked at it to see it wasn't even our receipt, but turning it over on the back was handwritten `for special sauce recipe' and a local telephone number.
"Not that I'm keeping score," my horny companion started as we strolled once more along the boardwalk, "but you need to catch up before it becomes impossible!" We passed a vendor with an ice cream cart, and I offered to buy us something cold for dessert. Dustin of course picked a "Rainbow Rocket" if only to perform lewd acts on the thing in public while strolling back to our parked car. I opted for the more sedate Fudgesicle. We agreed to return to the bayside cottage to enjoy the afternoon sun and views, and it took only a few minutes to return from downtown.
As we approached the carport and pulled in, Dustin observed that the side door was ajar. "I'm sure I closed it when we left," he said, and I wondered if there was some intruder who had visited us in our absence.
"Well, be careful going in – you never know these days" I replied, "I'll go around to the deck first and look inside."
Before I could make it all the way around and onto the deck, Dustin had already entered the kitchen via the carport, and noted both the presence and aroma of three bags of food on the counter. He wrongly assumed I'd ordered something to be delivered, and maybe the delivery person was waiting around for a tip. Dustin saw someone sitting on a deck chair with his back to the house just as I rounded the corner and stepped up onto the deck to see him as well. The young man got up from his chair as Dustin called out to me, "He's brought the food you ordered."
I replied "What?" in a confused tone as the stranger turned around with a big smile to face the voice from inside. I'd never seen him before, but the young man appeared to be of Eurasian descent – that look of a guy who has being given the most handsome aspects of both races.
There was a short, intense pause as Dustin took in what he was seeing – "Jesus, fuck! Davy? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I brought us all a Chinese dinner," was his simple reply, but Dustin did not hear him as he was already headed down to the floor in a dead faint.
to be continued...