Warning... this story contains depictions of gay sex and could be offensive to some, if this subject offends you, stop reading now. If you are not supposed to read this, don't. Either way, be responsible. Thanks, Marcus
The Windfort Resort Chapter 9: Joel
The sun beamed through the open doors, casting a glow through his golden hair. He laid sleeping still, his right hand tucked under his head. His dreamy breathing made a soft rhythmic sound. The remnants of a smile were still on his lips as I laid there watched him sleep. I had never met anyone so captivating. He was truly a free spirit, one that turned my heart.
Last night was a dream, or so it seemed. After dinner and a walk, we ended up back at his cabin, sharing a bottle of wine that he brought with him. Without even planning and before either of us even realized it, we were locked in a passionate, soft, devouring kiss. As I savored his mouth, tunes of 'tasting sweeter than honey' ran through my head. Our hands wondered, exploring our new lover as my mouth too meandered down to his neck. I could smell his cologne mixed in with the unmistakable scent of man. I melted as his hand encircled my cock, then collapsed backwards onto the bed as he pulled away from my lips and put his to my throbbing member.
He took it slow, almost nibbling on the rim of my head, little tongue, little teeth, lots of electricity. Joel took it slowly, going down on my shaft with vigor, then pulling back, nibbling and kissing my balls, then devouring me again. I lay there, grasping at the bed as he took me to the edge, then let me fall back, before going almost to the edge again. Sweat was pooling off me when I felt his finger begin to massage my rosebud. Slowly he sucked and nibbled while working his finger around my hole.
Just as I was about ready to blow again, he moved his attention to my balls, licking them softly, then slowly moved his lips toward his finger. I felt his tong darting around my hole, then he broke through. His tongue lapped at my hole, diving deeper and deeper. I was in ecstasy!
Just then he stopped and pulled himself up beside me, kissing me again. I could taste my manhood in his mouth. I wanted more, I devoured his tongue, I savored his every move.
"I want to fuck you" he said as he pulled away.
Without a word, my eye's answered him. He got up and reached into his bag for his lube. I watched him, strings of pre-cum hung from my cock head as it twitched in anticipation for the next event. His fingers massaged my ready hole then in a single stroke utopia was found. His cock, so full and ready, speared my willing hole, sliding deep into my soul. As he fucked me slowly at first, my cock bounced, slapping me with each stroke. I had not been this hard in ages. I had not wanted something this much.
I could feel myself nearing the edge again, just like so many times before this evening, but this time, oh this time was different. As Joel began pounding harder into my ass, as my cock bounced up and down, I began the most erotic orgasm I have had in ages. Ropes of cum streamed across my chest and face. I seemed to shoot forever, then just as I was at the height, Joel's head shot back and with a groan he pushed deep into me as he shot into my pulsing hole.
We lay there frozen in time as our orgasms subsided. As we enjoyed the feeling of the breeze from the open balcony door blowing across our sweat covered bodies, Joel began stroking again. His cum lubricating my bowels and flowing across my prostate as he stroked his cock in and out again. As my cock lay in a pool of spent cum it too responded and became erect again. He kept going, stoking harder and harder. He grabbed my legs, pulling them into up into the air allowing him to pound deeper into me. I was in awe of his stamina and prowess as he came closer to his second orgasm. As he began filling my ass for the second time Joel began chewing on my ankle. Erotically that sent me over the edge as well. I grabbed my cock and in two strokes I was adding to the pool of cum.
Joel collapsed on top of me as we lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. I woke later, Joel still laying beside me, his arm and leg positioned on top of my body, and the blankets had been pulled over us both. I drifted back to sleep, soft, peaceful, fulfilling sleep.
There was a twitch of his nose as a gentle breeze blew over us that morning.
There was still a chill in the spring air, but cuddled under the down comforter we were toasty as could be. Gently I pushed a lock of hair out of his eye that had fallen over his face. My fingers gently caressing his cheek and neck.
Joel slowly stired, streatching his arm above his head, then his aqua green eyes opened, and a smile widened across his face.
"Good morning beautiful" he said, his left leg wrapped around me, pulling me close to him as his lips enveloped mine. It was the gentlest of kisses, soft and suptle.
I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my groin toward his, our cocks touching, then grinding together as if begging for more. I softly rolled over on top of him, our lips still locked together, my body pushing against his in a soft embrass. As we cuddled and kissed I began grinding my cock into his. The feeling of our rock hard poles sliding beside each other made me pump harder, kissing deeper. Sweat began forming between us as we moved together under the heavy covers. His hands found my ass cheeks, pulling them closer, shoving my cock harder onto his. As we slipped across each other's bodies I felt a moan build in his throat. He pushed harder, pulling my cheeks apart, my cock sliding against his faster. Our tongs battled in his mouth as he groaned deep and hard, then his cock began unloading between us. Steam after stream of hot sticky cum coated my cock as I continued to pump my cock harder before unloading my own cum between us.
While we continued to kiss Joel wrapped his leg around me again and rolled over on top. The cum lubricated our cocks as our passion continued. His tong explored every orifus of my mouth as he humped my body.
He broke from our passioned kiss. "I am going to cum again" he moaned. Then without another word he pivoted around and slurped up my cum covered cock. I could see his head bobbing under the comforter before I did the same, burrying my nose deep into the hairs of his pelvis. His scent, or scent, engulfed my nostrils as I began milking his cock for all I was worth.
He was right, it wasn't long before his balls pulled up and globs of cum hit the back of my throat. I breathed in, his taste coated my mouth, I sucked harder, just as I unloaded as well.
We continued to suck and fondle each other until our cocks went limp, probably from exhaustion. Joel wiggled himself back up and we kissed deeply again as he caressed my chest.
"Good morning buttercup" he whispered as he started nibbling on my ear.
I smiled, almost ready to giggle. "Good morning."
We laid in bed for quite some time before we agreed coffee was in order and headed for the shower. We showered slowly together. Soaping each crevasse, feeling each bump and bulge of the other's body. I enjoyed the contrast of the white soap bubbles against his tan skin. The silky feeling as I washed his back. We had moved beyond sexual, we were getting comfortable.
As we walked to the lodge for breakfast I realized how late it was. The sun was much higher in the sky than usual for me. As Joel walked in front of me through a narrow part of the path I felt feelings that I had not felt in a very long time. He had truly moved me.
The dining room was emptying out when we arrived. I sat at my usual table, ordered my usual breakfast, and sipped my usual coffee. But it seemed different. Joel sat beside me, we talked about the world, politics, and Windfort, but it was all so new.
When we had finished breakfast I excused myself. We kissed, and I headed up to the office. His electricity stayed with me though as I walked the same old path alone.
Thanks for reading, if you have comments, please feel free to send me a note. More adventures will follow... pnwhikerguy@hotmail.com