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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'YoGA MaT' 22
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Call it 'fondness', it's the feeling Daan had for Sherman, the new gym owner feeling likewise.
Though, when the man who Daan fell for, owner of Balderston Landscaping came into his life, it hit him as the man for him and likewise, Duncan reciprocating with the same feelings.
A toot of a horn gives Daan the heads up and with a knapsack over his shoulder, Daan says to his new boss, "I better get going."
They never went 'all the way', but Sherman was sure he and Daan had made a mutual connection, one so strong, an axe could not cut the cord.
"You don't want to keep Duncan waiting."
There was pause and for good reason, but it was tricky, having already begun a relationship, only to have another waiting in the wings.
"Yeah. Thanks for all you've done for me, Sherman."
"Me? It's Mat you should be thanking."
Another toot and Daan was out of there.
Sherman went back inside, sulking. He was sure he had made an impression on Daan, but perhaps it was his excitement of his new business venture.
"Oh well, onward," he says, about to leave the gym reception area.
However, to thwart his efforts there came a tap at the door. He was about to turn around and say 'we're closed', when the figure standing there made him instantly change his mind.
Walking back, unlocking the door, he was greeted with a drop-dead-gorgeous hunk of a man, in uniform and in all apology, "sorry if I'm intruding, but I had hoped to catch you before close of business today. As usual, the first reponder is usually the last to leave the scene."
Nothing much was needed for Sherman to guess, "come in Officer O'Shea."
Even though Rick took Sherman's hand in greeting, knowing it was the first time they've come face to face, he says, "have we met?"
Sherman's 6'4 height pretty much measured up to Rick's 6'2 frame.
"No," Sherman smiles, further saying as he locks the door behind the officer's back, "I read your badge."
Looking down at his own chest, Rick says, "oh. I usually take it off after business hours."
Sherman circles back around, in front of Rick, pausing, watching Rick remove the fake-brass plate with his name on it.
Frustrated with trying to open the little pin, Rick says, "oh, forget it."
Smiling, Sherman says, "need my help?"
Forget the badge, Rick was thinking of other ways he could use some help!
Being humble, "sure. Knock yourself out."
It could've been an eezy-peezy removal, but Sherman turned into an intricate detail, "could be the snag is on the inside."
With that, Sherman slides four fingers in, between two buttons of Rick's uniform.
Like hell did he want to reciprocate, gut whereas he wore a button down shirt, it would be an easier chore to just lift Sherman's gym-branded tee shirt off overhead.
Being handed his badge, "there you go," Sherman moves back two steps.
"Thanks. Uh, about that gym information?"
Sherman could have taken care of Rick right there in the gym lobby, but instead goes out on a limb and leads him back into the guts of the gym, "maybe you would like the tour."
"Sure," Rick says, following the tight gym pants.
In reality, Sherman had heard the myth, stories about a man on the local police force, who could be rated one of the hottest men of all time. Now, there, in his gym, he saw it for himself.
"So, you headed home to the wife?"
"Wife?" Rick laughs out loud. "Hardly," and seeing maybe this would be a good time to drop the hint, "if I was headed home to someone, it would be my husband, but right now I'm single."
Reaching the doorknob to his office, Sherman turns it, saying, "yeah, me too."
However he had it one up on Rick, knowing which side of the fence he played on.
Rick comes in, closes the door and never expected something as wild as the gym manager charging forward, presses his bod against the door, kissing the officer.
"Oh wow," Rick says, coming up for air, "what are you, a mind reader?"
"Oh, much much more," Sherman doesn't hesitate to go at Rick's belt.
"Nice," Rick likes the feel of Sherman being the first to go at it, "because I've had this pent up erection waiting to bust out all day!"
As he divides Rick's zipper, Sherman says, "yeah, me too."
Only, what Rick didn't know is, it would be Sherman's hands on 'his' shoulder, pressing him down into service!
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Entering Duncan's perfectly manicured front yard, which Daan has been to before, his mind wasn't on greenery, "I felt kind of bad leaving Sherman today."
"Oh?" Duncan says in a suspiciously suggestive way.
"Not in the way you're thinking, but I did kind of lead him on, like I had an interest."
"Did you?" Duncan keys the front door.
As he leads the way in, Daan's hand is on Duncan's shoulder, "no doubt he's hot, but," he twirls Duncan back around, facing him, "not as hot as you."
Cuddling with Daan, Duncan was all hands and kisses, "I was hoping you would say something like that."
When they first met, it seemed like they were an odd sort of couple, Daan a muscular fratboy who should be in college, Duncan thirty-eight and a well-established landscape owner, who had put a few pounds on around the waist.
"Oh, and just how hot do you think I am?"
He was playing Daan, which he succeeded, the college-aged guy coming over to him, tucking hands in, under the 'Balderston's Landscaping' shirt, feeling up all that sweaty manfur.
"Hot and sweaty!"
Duncan knew what that meant. Wasn't the first time they walked in the house together, taking the reins and leading young Daan up the stairs to the shower.
That first time, about a month ago, he was even more elated that a young man would even think of him as 'hot', which when he first saw Daan naked, he bestowed upon him the same god-like opinion.
It seemed like a stalemate, that first night in bed, Daan beating around the bush as to which position Duncan preferred.
"Hey, you ever bottom for a guy?"
"If you're asking whether I'm a top or a bottom, let's get something out on the table, I prefer to 'insert', if you know what I mean?"
At the time Duncan had hoped he wasn't scaring Daan away.
Insistent, Daan says, "I get it, but have you ever sucked a guy off?"
Duncan felt relief, answering the simple question, "of course I've sucked a guy off."
"Did you get him hard for a reason?"
Duncan didn't need to be a rocket scientist to tell where this was going, "Daan, do you want to fuck me?"
Right after he said it, Duncan realized what he just said!
"I've always wanted to try it?"
Almost forty, where was Duncan going to have the opportunity to ever have a young guy to care about him, much as he had the warm feeling from this young man.
Yeah, years ago it might hurt his pride, damage his reputation among peers, but most of those guys he knew had faded and thinking about it, which required rubbing his scruffy beard as if Aladdin's lamp, "I suppose you could try it."
That one try had Duncan hooked, him remarking to Daan, as he slid into the hole, what took him so long to try it. And, since, it's been always the case, Duncan begging Daan to bury himself deep into his hole. Of course, he made Daan promise that the fact he likes a hard shaft inserted into his ass, does not go out of the house!
And as it also goes, Duncan has Daan all stripped down at the bottom of the stairs, for the sole purpose of getting a few licks in of that lily-white Irish-German ass.
Turning around at the top of the stairs, Daan says, "I love it when you do that."
"But oh, how I long to do so much more!"
Truthfully, all these years, Duncan thought it 'icky' whenever he saw a guy burying his nose in another guy's ass, stretching his tongue out deep to fuck him between the cheeks. Having it done to himself, it was heaven, but thinking of what it took to deliver that ecstasy, it wasn't for him.
Now, "it's funny how life changes," Duncan says, sitting on the closed toilet seat to strip off his socks.
Standing in the shower, curtain slightly ajar, Daan says, "how so?"
"Ten years ago, no, not even that long, a year ago, I would never have pictured myself being here, like this."
"Like how," Daan toys with his man-friend's mind.
Not the first time Daan has sprung this on him, "you know what I'm talking about."
"Oh yeah. Your tongue up my ass. What else?"
With only his briefs to shuck, Duncan drops them to the floor and enters the shower, "this, for instance."
Daan gets the hint, Duncan's arms around him and even though he's proclaimed himself as the 'top' in the relationship, allows Duncan to slip a finger in, behind his back.
"You know, I was thinking about something," Daan says as Duncan sweetly kisses him, from head to nips and back.
"What's that?"
"I think we should get married."
Sex, or thoughts of it, moved to the back burner, Duncan saying, "you're serious?"
Dropping hands to his sides, Daan says, "but you're not."
"It's not that I'm not, it's just that...it never really entered my mind."
Picking his limbs up, placing hands on Duncan's sides, then massaging all the wet chest fur, Daan says, "can you think about it?"
"That I can do."
And that was it, the two getting it on with foreplay, which had Duncan slipping down onto his knees, holding Daan's balls in a hand and guiding his already hard spike to his mouth. It didn't end there though, after a quick dry off, the two headed to the bedroom.
"Um, you're still as wet as a wet rug, Dunc?"
"Yeah, lucky for you," Duncan still dries off, "when you're as smooth as a baby's butt!"
"Uh, speaking of my butt?" Daan hints as he shimmies himself up towards the head of the bed.
Hands under his thighs, Daan spreads them.
First time, Duncan took it slow, with caution, but now he is like a ravenous animal, having not eaten for days. Thinking the same as the first time, he faces reality, at his age, where is he going to get such a hot fox of a young male?
"Take your time, boss."
"Boss? I thought Sherman's your boss."
"Well yeah, at the gym, but at home, you're the boss."
It stymied Duncan, there on his knees, hands propping his bod up, placed on Daan's knees, "if that's the case, then why am I doing all the sucking and you, all the fucking?"
Collapsing his knees, Daan uprights his laidback bod. Moving forward he uses Duncan's neck to bring their lips together.
"I've decided."
Not getting it, Duncan says, "decided what?"
"Exactly," Daan throws Duncan another curve.
Throwing hands up was enough for Duncan to communicate, 'then what?'
"If we're going to get married and being you're the boss of the house, I think you should do me. Isn't that how it's supposed to go?"
"I knew we would get into trouble thinking of labels. A label for this, a label for that. Now, just because my name is on the deed of ownership for this house, doesn't mean I have to call the shots."
"I know," Daan says, "but if we are going to be a couple, I think we should share equally."
"Sexually, you're meaning?"
"Trust me," Daan sees the way Duncan is meaning this, "I'm barely into college, which means I'm not going to be able to afford mortgage payments. But I do think, once I start working at the gym, I should start paying you rent, based on my weekly salary?"
From the shower to the bedroom, Duncan's hormones were racing. With all this serious talk, the tingling in his balls began to subside, "uh, can we 'really' talk about this later?"
Seeing Duncan cup his balls with one hand, stroke with the other, "yeah. Sorry 'bout that."
It kicking in, Daan's auto-response, "okay, come on."
"What?"
Doubling over, Daan moves on all fours, crawling to where he is next to his lover.
"Kids, do they ever make up their minds?" Duncan says, moving up towards the head of the bed, doing an even swap.
Even though submitting to Duncan's bottom role, Daan takes the alpha lead, coercing him into a position of sitting with his butt up against the pillows, sliding down, spreading legs and exposing his recently-shaved hole.
In a power swap, Daan places himself in a position of lying flat on his abs, legs out from under him as if ankles were tied to the two corners of the foot of the bed.
Signals Duncan is getting, makes his eyebrows flutter, like, 'yum', gazing down that bod, from blond hair to where it gives way to Daan's back, then butt. He settles in for a hot blow job, whereas this would lead to penetrating that hot-boy ass!
Arms wrapped around Duncan's thighs, Daan is all ready, set, go, to go down on that thick piece of meat, already and primed to tickle his tonsils, when he suddenly pops up, "you know, I'm not like, hurrying it along to achieve a green card or be an inheritor of your fortune?"
Balls already churning, his shaft at maximum size, Duncan yearns, "I'd really rather talk about this later?"
Whole-heartedly giving in, Daan whines, "okay."
Really, it wasn't all that bad having to wait, Duncan a believer in 'good things come to those who wait', Daan having to bob his head up and down only three to four times, who counts in times like these?
"Oh yeah...on yeah...oh yeah," Duncan drops his head back, bucking hips forward.
With a tirade of each giving in to their own emotional sing-song, all hell breaking loose, which would have Duncan apologizing to Daan later for clogging his windpipe, a result of shooting his spunk down the gullet!
This doesn't go without Daan getting his 'due', grabbing Duncan's thighs and hefting his bod down the bed, placing those meaty legs up on top of his shoulders and without hesitation, shove himself right into the cave before him.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no," Duncan wails, knowing the impending action.
Talking dirty to each other during sex began when first meeting, coinciding with both men losing out to that first time of penetration.
"You had your turn bitch, now it's mind turn!"
Like his lover, Daan had to get his digs in and immediately, pent up emotion driving him on, driving him in, up to the hilt where one thrust could not deliver more, driving his spike clear up Duncan's butthole.
Back and forth they bicker, Duncan on the defensive, until it's obvious Daan is in and not evacuating until after his forthcoming eruption.
Then, in a matter of about a minute, Duncan's legs slide to the side of Daan's knees.
Daan caves in and as a full frontal assault, his bod tumbles forward, soft, spent cock sliding out.
First time, Duncan had to question everything, like how hard Daan drilled his ass, but now, at least five-fucks-forward, all the thirty-eight year old can think of, is both getting their due.
"Oh man, that was so, so good, baby."
Yeah, to the older man, Daan was a baby and in father-son type of relationship, "I know daddy-Duncan."
Nice pet names for what seems like a budding relationship, with already talks of permanance!
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"I'm bored."
They had followed pretty much the same routine, Randy and Nick on the homefront, stripping about the same time they've gotten inside the apartment. Clothing like stepping stone, forming a pathway to the bedroom. If anyone had been a distance behind them, they would know where they were headed.
"Bored of me, Rand, or just bored?"
Both knew the routine now, two guys, a little past college prime, always aching for some action, even though Randy had humped Nick, both excreting their fluids.
Always truthful to each other, Randy leans over, kissing Nick, "a little of each?"
Nick would always take it in a joking way, "okay. So, who do you know doesn't have any plans for Friday night?"
They hear an apartment door slam shut.
Randy says, "um, like Elton's has always wanted to get it on with us?"
"Mm, would love to get my lips on those hot pecs!"
"You and your nipple fetish! Okay Nick, go get him."
Rolling over, off of Randy, Nick says, "me? It's you El has a crush on?"
Ever-horny, Randy sways legs to the side of the bed, wet cock dangling down, "you sure are getting an alpha-attitude for a submissive bitch?"
"Hey, we all have to do what we gotta do to get what we want?"
"Fuck you," Randy says, putting on the same pair of skimpy briefs he took off.
"You're not going out like that, are you?"
Brave, daring, Randy rebukes, "it's dark out, why not?"
So, out the front door, down the short flight of six steps Randy goes, out the small gate, inside the gate of the apartment next door, up six steps, buzzing the bell to El's apartment. He waits.
"Ahem," a dude clears his throat, "you know it's a misdemeanor and a fine from fifty to a thousand dollars, with a possibility of stiffer fines, possible jail time, for indecent exposure in public?"
Randy knew a pick up line when he heard it, retracing the route he took to get to El's pad, "I'm not naked, besides."
Leaning on the fence post holding the iron gate, "close enough, I'd say."
Also a good judge of 'gay' character, "well, I'd guess you were qualified to call the shots, but if you're up on your quoting the law, there's one little detail you left out, officer?"
"Oh?" the uniform sets his bike against the fence, "and how would that go?"
"You are on public property, whereas I'm on private property?"
New to police-hood, the rookie couldn't recall, and with the offender looking so hot, the smell of sex emanating from him, that aphrodisiac clogging his senses, "I suppose you've got me on that one."
Reaching a hand over the gate, "I'm Randy and I take it you live around here?"
Taking Randy's hand, "Kyle Harrison. Yeah, I just moved in. I live about ten apartments down."
Randy wasted no time, being he sensed Kyle's eyes having canvassed him from head to navel, "then we should celebrate. Come in and have a drink with my partner and I?"
"That's nice, but I haven't had any dinner and it would go straight to my head."
Kyle was really making excuse for the 'other' hot guy he met today, having the dude hadn't picked up after his dog!
"Okay, well then how about dinner with drinks?"
Already mulling it over, whether the dog-walker was cuter than this half-naked blond in front of him, with such a willing attitude, "truth is, I served a guy a ticket today for not picking up after his dog and a conversation ensued, much like I'm having now with you and, you know how that can go?"
Rather in a dictating manner, Randy says, "well, you must've got his number. Call him. Invite him over. Nick and I love on the spur of the moment company."
It was all too good to be true, Kyle saying as he goes to move his bike, "I'll do that soon as I get home."
Not wanting an ideal incident to get away from him, Randy grabs the seat, "why not now?"
Like hell did Kyle want to give in, but then thoughts rushed in, how he was trying to develop a more stronger personality, having invested in books to help pave that direction. Only, his mind was a little cloudy right now, looking upon that six feet of dominance, "I suppose I could do that."
Just then, with towel wrapped around his waist, Elton comes out to collect the mail.
"Oh, Elton, you live right here?" Kyle says.
"Kyle?" Elton returns. Then shouts, "oh shit!"
Kyle smiles, saying, "oh wow, two indecent citations in one day. I don't know if I can take it!"
Randy just stood there, gazing back and forth, until reality sets in, "you two know each other?"
"Would you believe I begged him to arrest me?" Elton laughs.
"I didn't even know you had a dog, El?"
"He's a good dog." Then, Elton, not wanting an opportunity to flee, "so, you're on your way home, Kyle?"
"I was, but being this is saving me a call and Randy having invited us to dinner?"
Their three-way conversation doesn't go unnoticed, unheard, Nick popping his head out the door, "hey, what's up, guys?"
A little more conservative, Nick appears outdoors with shirt and shorts.
Liking even more what he sees, even though Nick has more coverup, Kyle says, "I was just about ready to issue your partner a summons."
"Oh, Randy and I aren't partners. Just friends. Close friends," he slowly steps down, "in fact, very close friends, especially on a Friday night with nothing else to do."
Randy says, "okay Nick, he gets the point!"
Nick, spotting Elton standing there, figures Randy has already popped the question and in disregard of how Kyle would feel about this, "so, are you taking Randy up on his offer, El?"
"Offer?" El questions, "like how would that go," addressing the source, "'Randy'?"
Now, with his eyes set on Kyle, Randy could condemn what Nick has just proposed, "um sure."
Kyle was still fitting pieces of the puzzle together, "oh. So you're busy tonight, Elton?"
No doubt in Elton's mind, Randy is drop dead, heaven scent gorgeous and a fixation to have him as a close friend, closer than walls between them, but mesmerized by Kyle earlier in the day, "how about dinner and we all get to know each other?"
Kyle, happy with this, "you know, they're always looking for people interested in becoming negotiators down at the department?"
Not true, but it fit the situation!
Right now, everything seemed discombobulated, Randy deciding to pull it all together and with a clap, rubbing of hands, he decisively says, "okay, well then Nick, looks like there will be two guests for dinner."
Nick says, "ah yeah, that's nice, but we haven't much in the kitchen to pull together a proper feast."
"No problem," Elton to the rescue, "I anticipated getting together with a friend, so shopped on the way home."
Kyle smiles, leans on his bike, sighs, "oh, that's so sweet of you, Elton."
"Yeah, sweet," Randy says, fidgity because his balls are on the up-churn.
Randy doesn't bother going home to dress, follows Elton right inside.
Nick passes through the gate of their apartment, connecting, "you can leave your bike in our yard, Kyle?"
"That would be good, if you don't mind?"
Sweetly, Nick says, "it'd be a pleasure. I mean," caught in a pre-dick-ament, "I mean."
"It's okay. I'm feeling it too."
However Kyle, after parking his bike, leans in and kisses Nick, massaging the perky nips poking through the tee shirt.
"Oh man, you know how to work a guy."
Forgetting where he is, Kyle says, "you can reciprocate is you want to?"
Grabbing both of Kyle's hands, Nick says, "um, I don't think the neighbors would approve!"
So mesmerized to a state of delusion, Kyle snaps out of it, "oh, right," he looks around to see if anyone is out and about, checking them out.
"Don't worry. Neighbors around here mind their own business," Nick says.
Smiling, Kyle says, "except me!"
Nick laughs, "like, do you see me complaining?"
As a gesture of cuteness, Kyle gives Nick a nip-tug, "just wondering if you are as crazy about nips as I am. I got kind of a fetish about'em?"
"How could I not tell? You wanna like, come inside and check out your fetish?"
"But I really don't want Elton to..."
Nick didn't allow Kyle to finish his last thought, reaching in between two buttons of his uniform and coaxing him up the steps, reassuring, "I think those two will be keeping themselves busy for a couple of hours. Why shouldn't we do the same!"
Top step, Kyle's foot fumbles, the trip causing him to pin Nick to the door.
"Oh my, aren't we the aggressive one?"
He knew he tripped, Kyle saying, "yeah, right, but I'd rather be agressive with these!"
There it was again, Nick with a hand behind his back, turning the door knob, Kyle with the insatiable desire to touch Nick's nips!
Once inside, roles reverse, Kyle backed up against the door, Nick busies himself with buttons.
Way ahead, Kyle has Nick's tee up and over the head, parked behind the neck and gazing upon the 'Grand Canyon' of bods, "magnificent, Nick!"
Having Kyle's uniform parted down the middle, Nick is overwhelmed by the hairy facade, "I'll say!"
Right there at the front door, whereas it opened into a spacious living space, the two were without the know how of lying down, removing shirts in the process and having a hands on experience, exploring each others furry forest.
Next door, soon as they were in Elton's apartment, behind closed door there became a war of warriors, each trying to subdue the other.
Elton was the one to try to rationalize, "hey look Randy, my apartment, I think I should get first dibs."
Probably his balls pulsing as much as Elton's, Randy says, "and what difference does that make?"
Randy stands there, smooth except for the tiger trail from navel to where his skimpy briefs prohibit further viewing.
A little more chunkier than Randy, Elton sports a more fuzzy chest, middle portion, hair around nips, a thin trail which opens wide over his navel. As a reult of the fracas the towel around his hips, has been lost somewhere in the scuffle.
In the pause, Randy gazes upon the stick, sticking out from thick, dark pubes, "well, that for sure isn't getting anywhere near my ass," he flicks a hand over the standout shaft.
"Ouch, you bully!"
"Oh shit!" Randy screams out, Elton having grabbed his balls.
Knowing how Nick feels when he does this, Randy grabs both of Elton's meaty pec spots.
"Ow-w-w, Randy!"
It did the trick, loosening up Elton's grip.
Then there it is, one trying to dominate the other, rolling around on the floor, each trying to topple the other over to gain some type of position of dominance, pushing armchairs back, tables almost falling over, a lamp crashing down.
The heavyweight, Elton finally comes to rest, pinning Randy to the floor, both arms snagged up at his side, knees keeping them in a bound prison.
"Okay. You win."
In his mind, as he gazes down on his prize, Elton didn't feel like a winner. Having been bullied in his lifetime, he realizes what he's turned into and in thinking it, discovers he's become one!
Both out of breath, Elton keels over to Randy's right, lying down next to him, "I'm feeling kind of a little stupid now."
Finding the same, Randy says as he breathes laboriously, "I guess I'm no angel myself."
Propping himself up on the left side, Elton says, "truce?"
Randy does the same, only right side, "yeah."
Except, neither one knew where this was going to go from here.
Not until Elton takes the lead, takes Randy by the chin and kisses him.
Randy thought he would feel repulsed, but with second thought, "not bad."
Showing his indifference, or rather making a difference, he cuddles with Elton, kissing him back.
Breaking for a breath of air, Elton says, "you know, one of us is going to have to give in?"
"Yeah, well, tell you up front, I'm not really keen on being that person."
"Me neither," Elton says.
Their differences act as a catalyst in bringing them together for another smooch, but this time around, hands fondle each other farther down.
Randy says, "feels like you've got quite a hard one coming on?"
"You too," Elton says as they connect eyes.
"I could wrestle you for it?"
Both knew what the stakes were.
Elton says, "no pun intended," he gives Randy's hard shaft a stroke, "but like gentlemen?"
After saying it, Randy realizes Elton's hefty bod could probably pin him to the floor in no time, "oh? Like, what's on your mind?"
"Would you be up for a little 6-9?"
They went to the bedroom with all intentions of pairing shoulders with legs, each looking between the others, spread wide, but before all that, they started to romanticize.
"Yeah, you are a good kisser," Randy leads the way, pressing a knee into the bed.
"You too," Elton follows.
More built frame, not which he was a world class gymnast, Elton feels up and down Randy's bod, "never thought I'd be attracted to a skinny guy."
"Same, I mean, you know what I mean?"
"Yep, but what is it that turns you on, about me, besides my long, fat cock?"
Randy bit a lip.
"You know, I think if you wanted to be, you could be a bottom?"
"Bottom?" Randy laughs, "don't even go there."
"You said you hiked cross country. You must've had to bend the rules?"
It did stir up something ugly inside Randy, suddenly losing energy, his face looking sad and sullen, "uh, yeah. I look at it as doing something which I didn't have a choice and if I didn't I'd probably die of starvation or exposure to the elements. Like they say, 'a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do'?"
And suddenly sex wasn't the most important thing, Elton seeing the glow drain from Randy's face. His upright postion, shoulders tall, drooped as he lamented about a secret encounter all life's pathways.
"Want to talk about it?"
They talked about that one time Randy, who was driven by the fact it was his life and he always guided himself in the direction he saw fit. Back home, whenever his friends went out to a bar, got in with fake id's, drank till they were almost not able to stand, he was home studying, trying to make a better life for himself.
"For sure I wasn't about to follow in my father's footsteps, as he planned I would."
"What did he do?"
"Not that there's anything wrong with being a farmer, but I had been sitting in the bus station waiting to give someone a ride and came across a magazine. I eagerly flipped through, then realized it was a magazine from a college. From then on, that's what I wanted to do. Go to college. Bringing it up to my father, he took it, tore it to pieces and told me I was working the farm."
"Oh, so that's why you ran away? I thought it might be because you were gay and they didn't accept it," Elton lays next to Randy, hand rubbing up and down his lithe, smooth bod.
Randy lay there with hands behind his head, flashing his golden pit hair, "uh, yeah, it was that, but other things. In that college magazine I had seen a picture of students at a gathering. There was this one guy who had these dreads, you know, hair and..."
"And let me guess," Elton takes one of those dreads from Randy's head, "that's how you got the idea to grow these?"
"A lot guys had long hair. I sometimes put mine in a pony tail. We all did. But after that incident with my dad, I tried braiding one. Satisfied with how that turned out, I braided another, then another. But then I felt like an moron."
Elton smiles, "how so?"
"All that work I put into the braiding, it all started to unravel, because I didn't think of securing the ends!"
A funny moment, Elton says, "you are a moron, Randy!"
"Yeah," he turns, one hand going over the side of Elton's bod, "I was. Anyhow, I could've used rubber bands I suppose, but I had this blue tee shirt that was ready for the rag bag, so I tore it up into small ribbons and tied each braid off. It was then I knew there was something weird about myself, other than I already knew I was attracted to men. I smiled at myself in the mirror, holding some of the braids and told myself I was beautiful. Dumb, huh?"
"Not at all," Elton says. "I think there's a lot of beauty about you, Randy."
In particularly, Elton was holding part of that beauty in his hand and stroking it!
With wishful thinking, Randy says, "does that mean..."
"Because I'm firming it up, Randy, doesn't mean I'm going to wrap my lips around it!"
It was a stalemate before they hit the sheets, Randy realizing this, but with new vigor, "how about, I'll do you, if you do me?"
"Oh, so you are interested in doing a 6-9?"
"I never have. You?"
"I have," Elton says.
"So, how do we go about it?"
It didn't take a rocket scientist to formulate a plan, but Randy was stalling.
Elton knew this. At this particular moment in time he was madly attracted to Randy and giving in a bit, "how about I start us off and you follow?"
"Okay."
"I'll get down here between your legs and then when the time arrives, I'll swing around and drop my cock in your mouth?"
"Got a question though."
"What?"
"If you're going to swing around, that means you'll be on top of me, so, wouldn't all your hairy pubes kind of like, smother me?"
Elton smiles, "are you backing out of it, Randy?"
"No, no, no, I'm trying to be serious, El. I just want us to come out of this with not choking each other to death!"
"Okay. I'll try, when I swing around to turn you sideways, so we're both lying on our sides while we're sucking. Happy?"
"I guess."
Elton could tell Randy was nervous. However it was either him or himself, one of them had to give in and get the ball rolling.
Down between Randys legs, Elton says, "okay, I'm going to start."
Randy, propped up on both elbows, looks down to his pubes, "I guess."
Elton looks upon Randy's hardness, deciding how to start out. He fondled what appears to be a one-sac set of balls, which he takes in one hand.
Randy ellicits a low moan, "oh man."
"My tongue isn't even on your dick yet, Randy!"
"I know, but your hand, it's so warm, and gentle."
Elton smiles. It came upon him, Randy was enjoying even the smallest of touches. He wondered, when his mouth touches his cock, what kind of reaction he's going to get?
"Oh-h-h-h-h, damn, El!"
Yup, El smiles, even though his lips are pinned to the tip of Randy's shaft, that did the trick, "how's that?"
With an insatiable desire to feel more, "uh, you think you can warm me up a little more before you swing into that 6-9 position?"
Easy about it, Elton says, "sure. Just lay back and take it all in."
Randy lays back, not knowing what to expect and how long it's going to take Elton to 'warm him up'.
As he had felt another guy 'warming him up', Elton felt pleasure to the point of almost a sweet torturing, hearing Randy gasp, moan and groan. Unlike his own shaft, Randy had a thin covering of blond pubes, which didn't tickle his nose when he went all the way down, till the narrow shaft pierced his throat. He knew how it felt to have a guy suck his rather wide cock, but doing Randy, it wasn't stretching his lips and that felt kind of cool. He pursed them, traveling up and down the tender meat, popping off with a spitty sound. It almost felt comical to him, that he was the one creating the force behind the power of Randy's rantings and ravings.
Randy did have one concern, "um, you better go easy or else you're going to have a mouthful, before you swing around for the 6-9."
"I'll worry about that."
What Elton wondered, would Randy's cream be as sweet as is!
However, the 6-9 was slowly fading, Elton rather enjoying licking Randy's stick. His hands got in the action, one helping to keep him stiff, the other feeling up Randy's ball-bag.
A fast-comer, not a choice a guy can make when he's in a fit of want, Randy lost his edge, calling out wildly as he bucks his hips.
The fartest thing from Elton's mind, was their bond of agreement and he worked Randy's shaft with a fervor, hand stroking while he worried his mouth about catching whatever was to come out of the slit.
From that first moment, Randy lost it, and doing what a top does, the most important thing to come to mind, as if he were plowing an ass, he presses Elton's head into his crotch!
Feeling the tip of Randy's shaft pierce his tonsils, Elton fought to keep from choking, forcefully removing the catalyst that was keeping his head in place. It did reckon, afterwards, he had just experienced what he put other guys through, when shooting his wad down some guys throat. Though, being he had a fat cock, Elton felt more sympathetic for the swallower.
"That was like, so, so awesome, El!"
"Yeah, well don't get used to it Randy."
Shortly after, both caught their breaths and as they had started out, side by side, Randy turns his head, "I guess it's like, my turn?"
From the very beginning, Elton acted more like the take charge guy and in reflection of that, "you don't have to suck me off tonight. Another time?"
Running through Randy's head, he didn't deem it fair, "oh no, then you'll be telling everyone that I reneged on the deal!"
"Tell who?" Elton turns, parking his elbow in the mattress, pivoting his head on the palm, "I thought what we're doing is a secret?"
That made Randy stop and think, "uh, yeah. Like, I'm not going to go blabbing it all around that you sucked me off?"
Not knowing his neighbor that well, Elton says, "are you sure about that?"
Randy wasn't so sure himself. In the past he's had trouble trying to keep secrets secret, "all I can do is my best."
Elton lay back on the bed, mulling it over, "hm, I don't know about that Randy."
Feeling like a heel, as if he allowed Elton to do something he wouldn't do, realizes his thinking is right on target.
"Okay, I think I know how to fix this."
"Fix what?"
"That I don't go and blab what we did all over the universe."
Next thing Elton knows, Randy has lifted his legs, grabbed his own ankles!
"What the fuck you doing, Randy?"
"Making things right?"
"You're supposed to be sucking me, not me fucking you?"
Randy wasn't sure about this, but sure that if he didn't do something to even things up, he'd be prone to a leak, in words, not semen!
Sitting up, Elton says, "you want me to fuck you?"
He didn't, but Randy felt he was vindicating himself, "um, yeah."
"You don't sound so sure about it?"
Randy wasn't, but right now, whichever position he was putting himself into, it sure was making his cock twitch, ass muscles convulse, which sent the message he needed something and now.
"Just do it!"
Elton slowly worked his way towards kneeling in front of Randy, who was holding both legs up by his knees, "you're sure about this?"
In a meek, little voice, Randy says, "yup."
Other than Randy's small ass entry point, he could tell Randy's excitement, the shaft he just lip-locked with, had grown back to full potential!
Not immune to 'want', Elton slowly crept up to Randy's ass, "okay, if you want it?"
Last ditch effort, suddenly it came over Randy, "yeah, I want it."
Randy's answer still sounded a little shaky to Elton, but his hormones were racing, which helped in his efforts to move forward, till the tip of his shaft was ready to make contact, "okay, if you're sure."
Right now, Elton was feeling like, it didn't matter what Randy wanted, but impelled to take matters into his own hands. With that moral, he grabs his shaft and after a few strokes, "um, you got a condom?"
Randy had a whole drawer full, right next to his bed, his bed at home. Being he was half-naked when making contact, "I didn't have a spare pocket."
"Right now," Elton was hot on the trail, "top draw of the night table."
Randy opens the draw, Elton instructing him to pick whatever package is on top.
"I suppose you want me to put it on you?"
"Don't be absurd," Elton grabs it away, tears into it, and unravels it over his shaft.
First touch of Elton's pistol to the entryway, Randy gasps!
"Damn, I'm not even a quater of an inch in, Randy?"
"I know. I'm just sensitive."
He was also sensitive on the road, when a father allowed his teenaged son take him to his room. Five minutes after the teenager got off his cell, two other guys, looking to be the same age, showed up. After two hours of being stuffed at both ends by the three, Randy ached like he had just been released from hell. The dad put him in his truck, took him up the road to the bus stop and stuffed a twenty dollar bill in his pocket. That was the first awakening for Randy, being worked, mouth and ass, over and over again, to please a guy, or guys.
But with Elton, "you're going to be gentle, right?"
Elton felt for Randy, "of course, but if you want, I don't have to do it at all?"
Instead of force facing Randy, he was being given a choice. Rolling up into a situp, he says, "come're."
Leaning both hands on the sides of Randy's bod, Elton says, "what?"
Randy kisses him, then says, "now do it."
Randy did gasp, sometimes louder, as Elton slips in, but it wasn't soley a fucking and quick evacuate, but a soothing in and out motion.
Elton at first thought this was going to go quick, but leaning forward he sensed kissing Randy would in a way act as calming what could be considered out of the ordinary.
He doesn't know how long he knelt there, working Randy's ass, ten minutes turning into fifteen, then twenty, with many interrupted moments of kissing, sharing some loving moments.
Then, suddenly, Elton delivers the ultimatum, "ready?"
Out of it, Randy sweat the sheets wet, "whenever you are, baby."
Elton smiles, then goes ahead with his business. Unlike some porn movie, instead of digging in, Elton pulls out, whips off the condom and soils Randy chest wall. He proceeds to fall forward, sliming his own hairy self with his warm spunk.
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