(Chapter 3, the story to be continued -- inspiration willing. Any and all comments addressed to northernlight1@hotmail.com will be replied to, with thanks.)
Shallow End, Chapter 3
It was amazing how Gord could be shivering even on this sizzling morning. His legs were trembling as he slumped against the kitchen counter, slowly recovering from his orgasm. I leaned in to him from behind, trailing my tongue over my lower lip, licking up his salty yield.
So this was cocksucking, I thought. I soon would be insatiable, having savored Gord's liquid gold on my tastebuds. Now all of my barriers had fallen, and I wondered: What took me so damn long?
His legs were spread a little wider than shoulder width, and as I looked down, I marveled at the sight of his thick cock and ample balls hanging drained between his thighs. They would not be dormant for long, if I had any say in the matter.
I could scarcely believe the words I had just uttered to him:
"What would you say if I suggested you sit on me?"
Gord had only nodded. He too no longer was observing any boundaries, and the idea of being fucked in the Jacuzzi had tremendous appeal.
Yet I couldn't let us retire to my backyard whirlpool. Not just yet.
I had pushed my swim trunks to the floor, and now I nuzzled into Gord, my cock full and needy. I wanted no part of his beautiful ass for the moment, preferring to slip between his thighs and push my swollen cockhead to probe the balls he had just emptied in my mouth. I wanted to press farther ahead to feel the heat of his flaccid shaft against my erection.
Was that his moan, or mine?
I pulled back then pushed forward, again and again, Gord squeezing his strong thighs to grip my cock. Our simulated fucking was incredible, and I hungered for the real thing.
He turned to face me and took my cock in his hand, slapping it gently in his palm, squeezing it. I had thought I could grow no harder; I was quite mistaken.
"So you'd like me to sit on this meat, would you?" he offered brazenly, quite suddenly regaining control of the situation. "You want to slip this up my ass, do you?"
I smiled wordlessly, and he said: "Well, where's this Jacuzzi?"
I nodded toward the back door, which led out into the heavily treed yard that afforded complete privacy. I often luxuriated naked in the whirlpool, though always alone, and always at night.
More than once this summer had I pleasured myself in the pounding, therapeutic jets of hot water. Now, I was about to experience it in broad daylight, with another naked, equally aroused man. Surely I had discovered heaven on earth.
We stepped through the door onto the huge deck. Gord looked magnificent from behind, toned and bronzed, a thick fan of muscle spreading across his back, tapering down to his narrow waist. I couldn't keep my eyes off his milky-white, untanned ass, for obvious reasons.
"Aha."
Gord lifted the oily bottle off the ledge of the Jacuzzi.
"And what would we be needing lubricant for out here?" he asked, grinning. He cut off the feeble reply I was preparing.
"Never mind," he said. "Don't tell me. Show me."
The Jacuzzi was my one nod to decadence in the house I'd purchased a few months earlier. I had imagined I'd one day have a woman in it with me, but my bi-curiosity had grown overwhelming of late, and now I could think of no one else I'd rather have here than Gord.
I reached to the controls and fired up the jets, which roared to life.
"After you," I said to my guest.
Gord swung one leg over the ledge, then the other, turning to face me as he stepped into the rage of foam. He looked down my body to my cock, which in the past few minutes had lost its sense of urgency and was now hanging semi-erect.
"We'll have to do something about this. C'mere," he said, moving toward me.
Before I could join Gord in the Jacuzzi, he was eating me alive, his eager mouth sucking and slurping at my cock, restoring it to distended life.
"That's better," he said finally, between licks. "Now get your ass in here."
I needed no coaxing, and slipped in to the whirlpool.
Gord took my face in his hands and kissed me full on the lips, his tongue dancing with mine. I tasted cock, MY cock, and I loved every molecule of it.
He reached to the bottle of lubricant and popped the cap, inverting it over my shaft as I sank back to sit on the elevated step in the Jacuzzi, the water just high enough to wet my ass. With a firm squeeze, Gord squirted a few ounces directly onto my cockhead and we both watched it course slowly down my length, a thick, shiny lube which he spread down to my pubic hair with a loose fist.
For good measure, he applied more, then stroked lightly again, and again.
"Too much," he confessed, then turned away from me and dropped his hand between his legs. I watched him take a handful of his loose balls, kneading them provocatively, then saw his middle finger disappear up his ass, twisting gently until it was buried two knuckles deep. He bored it deeper still, then extracted it more slowly than I thought was possible.
Gord backed toward me, and with both slick hands he spread his asscheeks, looking over his shoulder.
"Fuck me," he implored, and I took my throbbing, oily cock in my hand and pushed it down, guiding it to its tight, puckered destination.
(to be continued)