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The Morning After
My mind was cloudy when I woke but the weight of Barry s hand on my hip brought the previous night clearly into focus. I laid still listening to his breathing his hand on my hip his relaxed cock pressed against my ass. It didn t take long for my head to fill with questions and thoughts of quickly getting out of bed dressing and asking this guy to leave. But instead I slipped from beneath his hand and quietly got out of bed. Walking to the kitchen I started the coffee.
Back in the bedroom Barry was still sleeping the sheets covering him from just above the waist. I went into the bathroom switched on the light and pushed the door half closed. Opening the glass shower door I turned on both showerheads. Dual showerheads I thought to myself must be man s greatest invention. The warm water felt great. I stood in the middle of the shower. The water from the front hitting me mid-chest while the stream from behind struck me on the head and neck. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out what happened last night. I felt tired. There as a soreness in my ass that was uncomfortable and yet somehow pleasurable. I just stood there letting the water run over my body.
The squeak of the shower door startled me. Opening my eyes I saw Barry stepping into the shower. Another Rubicon moment presented itself but this one I crossed quickly. As he stepped toward me I opened my arms. We stood beneath the running water in a gentle hug. It actually felt very peaceful. When Barry broke the contact he picked up my sponge and without saying a word lathered it with liquid soap and began to wash me.
He began on my chest with gentle strokes the sponge in his left hand his right wandering behind in a gentle caress. I closed my eyes as he moved from my chest to my stomach. His touch was magic soft and sensual. I felt myself getting hard. From my stomach he pasted down to my semi-hard and hardening cock. Here he took more time his right hand catching up with the left so he could wash and stroke simultaneously. I heard a low moan emanate from my throat. Then as my cock stood erect he moved to my left thigh and continued washing me.
His hands moved slowly down and around my thigh brushing my scrotum has they did. He moved down my left leg and then back up my right. Soon he was back at my waiting cock. But instead of giving it the attention it clearly wanted he placed his hands on my hips and guided me to turn around. He was standing now and washing my back. Just as before he used a circular motion working from my shoulders he moved down to the small of my back. My arms hung limp at my sides. I don t believe I could have been more relaxed. Then he was washing my ass. Both his hands were gently rubbing and massaging. His right moved between my legs seeking that area between my balls and asshole. Once there he tenderly massaged it letting his fingers drift to my asshole the soreness I had felt was replaced by pleasure. Again my cock stood looking for attention. This time it would not be denied.
Barry moved closer to me his cock pressed against my ass. He put down the sponge reached around me and with his right hand began stroking my cock. I responded by thrusting my hips forward to meet his strokes. As I fucked his hand each backward thrust pushed my ass against his hard cock. His left hand now reached around me and began rubbing my chest and nipples. My eyes were still closed my moans were becoming louder. His hand and my hips were in rhythm as both moved faster. My head fell back on Barry s shoulder. My moans turned to short gasps for breath as I felt the pleasure overwhelm my body. My thrust became slower as I came shooting cum toward the back of the shower some oozing on to Barry s hand. He continued to stoke my cock. Then when he was sure I was finished he brought both arms and hand up to my chest and pulled me close to him. The feeling was fantastic if he hadn t been holding me so tight I might have collapsed. I just stood there Barry holding me the water running over me trying to regain my senses.
I moved my arms up and held Barry s tightly. When I finally came back to earth I gently pulled away from him. Picking up the sponge I turned to him to return the favor. I started slowly at his shoulders and worked my way to his chest. Holding the sponge in one hand I actually used both hands to wash him. Using slow circular strokes I caressed his chest letting my fingers tangle in the hair and massage his nipples. It didn t take long to reach his stomach. Slowly I worked my way down his body. I purposely brushed over his semi-hard cock and proceeded down his left leg. I took my time letting my fingers brush his cock and balls drifting softly between his legs toward his ass. As I washed the backs of his thighs I let my hands caress the cheeks of his ass. I could tell he was beginning to enjoy his sponge bath. Then I knelt in front of him and continued washing his legs. Finishing his left I began the right moving slowly up the calf to the knee and then to his thigh. Reaching his groin I let the sponge drop. Still on my knees in front of him I looked up into his face. Barry smiled and closed his eyes. I took his semi-hard cock in my mouth.
As I slowly worked my tongue over Barry s member I felt it grow. Soon I was sucking on a throbbing hard dick. My movements became quick as my head bobbed over his cock. With one hand I caressed his balls with the other I reached around and gently massaged his ass cheeks. While I continued to work his cock with my mouth and tongue I began to explore his ass letting my fingers slip between the cheeks and massage his asshole and along the flesh behind his hanging balls. Barry rested his hands softly on my head. He made no effort to control my efforts but rather ran his fingers through my hair and caressed my ears. I took more of him into my mouth and moved my other hand to his ass. Now with both hands working his ass I felt him meeting my mouth thrusting his hips forward as I dove down on his cock. Suddenly I heard him groan loudly as his ass cheeks tightened. He came. Hot cum shot into my mouth. He continued to shot has I pulled my head back keeping my mouth open. I brought a hand around from his ass and grabbed his cock aiming toward my mouth and face. His hot cum landed on my tongue and lips dripping down my chin. Barry s moans subsided and he started taking deep breaths. I stood up and with his cum still on my tongue and lips kissed him deeply.
We hugged each other under the warm running water for a couple of more minutes. Then I used the sponge to clean us both off again. Turning off the water we stepped out and dried each other off. We still hadn t spoken.
While Barry started to dress I went out to the kitchen and came back with two cups of coffee. Barry s first word to me was thanks. We both smiled I knew it wasn t just for the coffee. He took a sip and continued dressing. Still nude I stretched out on the bed with mine. We started a conversation about our plans for the day. Neither of us brought up what had just happened or what happened last night. When he finished dressing I got up and retrieved his coat from the closet when I put it last night. Then we walked to the kitchen as he finished his coffee. He put the empty cup in the sink and I moved close behind him. I hope you ll drop by for a drink again sometime. I said smiling. He turned and put his arms around me. Soon very very soon was his reply. With that I walked him to the door.
I stood in the picture window as watched as he brushed the snow off his car. When he finished he turned and waved to me. I smiled and waved back realizing I was standing naked in front of my window and in plain view. I finished my coffee and turned back toward the kitchen. It was going to take a couple of more cups to help piece last night and this morning together.
Young gay boy is undertaking a deep anal penetration in the deep forest
Disclosure
My arms are splayed out on the table fingers curled over to grip the sides. The skin of my torso and cheek rub abrasively against the tabletop back and forth.
Oh fuck I manage between grunts.
Take it bitchboy pants my neighbor his balls slapping mine. One hand is on the back of my neck pinning me to the table.
I am taking it asshole I respond. He punches my ass hard with the hand that was holding my neck. Motherfucker. I m about to come in his fist.
His thrusts increase in speed. I know he s going to blow soon. He s more excited than usual today for some reason or another. I don t mind at all.
Ah shit he groans tensing up behind me. The movement of his hips becomes erratic as he comes inside me. My vocabulary decreases to small variations on oh fuck. His hand speeds up on my cock and soon I m gripping the table hard enough to leave dents spurting into his hand.
He collapses onto me breathing heavily. As always I am temporarily paralyzed by the afterglow of orgasm and for a moment I m okay that there s a body on top of me in the same state.
Not for long. Get off me I grunt.
In a minute.
Now I say standing on shaky legs. My neighbor pulls out of me and throws the condom away beneath my sink. That s one for every day of the week a new record.
He s pulling up his slacks when he peers out the window. Shit he says swiftly buckling his belt. Jilly s home. Give me a cup of milk or something.
I can t keep a small smile from my face. A cup of milk?
He shoots me a glare while he buttons his shirt. Or some eggs.
I open the refrigerator and pull out a carton with three eggs in it. He s gargling water. I wouldn t want to kiss my girlfriend with cum in my mouth either. He spits it out takes the eggs from me and gives me a hard kiss before heading out the door. I fold my arms.
Hey I say. He turns around. What have I got that she doesn t?
He opens his mouth but doesn t answer. I watch him hop over the shrubs I planted and sail into the back door of his house. He greets Jilly with a passionate kiss the kind that begins foreplay I can tell by the way she drops her purse and wraps her arms around him. He s looking at me through the window while he kisses her and raises his middle finger at me. I probably have a smug look on my face knowing the bastard is going to have a hard time covering his tracks unless he stops showing up every damn afternoon.
I go upstairs to do some more typing my article is due tomorrow and I m only halfway finished. My ass is sore.
My fuckbuddy in town gets upset because I don t stop by anymore but that s his own damn fault for thinking he s the only guy to waggle a dick at me. Plus even my ass has its limits.
It s Saturday before he shows up again. I m still asleep because uncharacteristically I went out the night before with my old fuckbuddyвЂâ€I did feel bad for the guy after all. My head is pounding and my ass is sore. Did I get spanked last night? He waltzes into my bedroom like he owns the place and stands over me.
Jilly s running errands he says as way of greeting.
Fuck Jilly s runs I mumble into the pillow. I m really hung over and I m trying to remember if I got tied up last night. It would explain the marks on my wrists.
He lodges a hand under my shoulder and flips me over then pulls my head to his crotch. Cocky bastard already has his pants down. I need a blowjob.
Get a hooker you fuckhole.
You re better he says tapping my lips with his dick. My tongue shoots out I can t help it. He s already leaking precum. My eyes flutter open.
Open those gorgeous lips he coaxes rolling his hips a little.
Got fuck yourself I say but I open my mouth as he pushes his pelvis forward.
His dick is magnificent thick veined it doesn t taper save for the glans at its crown. It s smooth against my lips wet under my tongue hard in my hand. His head is thrown back his hands fisted in my hair as he guides me up and down his cock. I love the taste of it the constant drip on my tongue.
I pull my head off his cock and pull his hips forward until I m nuzzling his balls. I take one in my mouth rolling it around tasting it while my hand works his shaft. I wait until I hear him say Oh fuck that s good to transfer my lips to the other testis.
He pushes my head away and throws the sheets back climbing onto the bed as he rolls on a condom.
I have a hangover I whine.
I don t fucking care. Put a pillow behind your head he says curtly. He pulls my legs onto his shoulders and quickly lubes me up. I curse the day I ever showed him what was in my nightstand.
He withdraws his fingers and leans over me brushing his cock against my opening. Do it yourself he orders. My hands fumble for that god among dicks and position it at my hole.
Hurry the fuck up I say. He leans into me letting my legs go as the head of his cock pops past my sphincter. I groan.
Fuck you feel so good he exhales kissing me.
I begin to roll my hips up since he s not moving he s just tangling his tongue with mine.
Quit being so fucking domestic I snap.
He starts moving long strokes that hit me in all the right places. You re like a bitch in heat you know that?
You re such a charmer I say sarcastically but gasping in between ruins the effect dammit.
He puts a pillow behind my head and I hang on to his shoulders. He s driving into me now desperate as if he doesn t fuck me hard enough to break my bones then he won t come.
I can t speak. I feel like his cock is going to come out my throat. Every time I open my mouth that rampaging dick forces a groan from my lips. I sound like something from a bad porno. I m struggling to breathe and with every push my head bangs into the headboard cushioned slightly by the pillow. His sweat is dripping on my face.
Fuck he says over me muscles bunching. Fuck yeah.
I can feel his buttock clenching under my heels. I push back against him my fingers clamped to his nipples. His body is pressed fully against mine rubbing my cock without either of our hands on itвЂâ€I send out a silent thanks to my Pilates instructor. The friction is nearly becoming unbearable.
He kisses me again and it feels different for some reason so for once I respond. His hips never stop moving he shifts his angle so that his thrusts are hitting that sweet spot perfectly.
Oh god I say my eyes rolling to the back of my head. And then I was coming coming so hard making our bellies slick and slippery with jism. He starts fucking me even harder his cock is like a fucking battering ram. He comes almost as soon as my fingers had stopped digging into his shoulders his voice loud in my ear. He s biting into my shoulder which hurts but it s good.
You re a fucking warhorse I tell him when my breathing slows. That almost took forever.
Fuck is his only reply. His teeth are still imbedded in my shoulder and he probably drew blood. Fucking vampire.
I have a hangover I remind him. I m in desperate need of some aspirin. And to go back to sleep. He kisses me again that different kiss and slips out of me.
I ll see you then he says amused. Jilly s home now anyways.
If I didn t know better I would think he was trying to get caught.
I don t wait till he s off the bed to turn over. Fuck off I say to my pillow. He throws the covers over me and leaves.
I get a rest on the Sabbath but Monday rolls around again and it s back to the afternoon fuck. I can be anywhereвЂâ€in bed at my computer in the kitchen once even in the back yardвЂâ€and he ll show up bend me one way or the other and fuck the fight out of me.
My back is against the far wall in my den legs hooked over my neighbor s elbows as he fucks me at a brutal pace. His forehead is pressed to my neck my arm is wedged between us jacking myself furiously. I could do this forever.
My eyes open to slits and I see Jilly her mouth open staring out her den window into mine. I forgot to close my own damn drapes. I m too close to climax to care.
Later that day the doorbell rings. I open the door to see my neighbor there that shit-eating grin on his face.
What? I say testily.
Jilly kicked me out he says nonchalant.
She technically can t kick him out because it s his house. I m immediately suspicious. And?
I m moving in until she finds another place.
No you re not.
I already put Angus in the back yard. I ll bring some stuff over later.
Fuck that.
Come on don t be such a hardass he says shuffling his feet. It s kind of cute but I don t want him around all the time. I d never get any work done.
I m fucking a guy who is cheating on his girlfriend for no good reason. I can t trust you.
Your ass is a very good reason. He lifts a brow. It s not as though you ve been exclusive.
So he d noticed. I fold my arms and lean against the doorframe.
It ll work he cajoles.
It won t I shake my head.
At least until Jilly moves out.
I roll my eyes. You re a fucking idiot and you re going to get labeled as a fag I tell him. He grins and pushes me back into my house shutting the door behind him.
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A Bird in Winter
It was a cold December evening and wind whistled through the branches of the linden tree in Dan s back yard. Dense clouds the color of steel wool were rolling in from the west. Dan took a swallow of beer and listened for birds but the only sound he heard was a freight train blowing its whistle somewhere in the distance — probably heading south like the birds thought Dan. He put his beer down on the porch near the three empties and rubbed his hands together.
Dan hated holidays. On holidays he and Ann used to go to their favorite restaurant for dinner and then to see a movie or play but that was a lifetime ago. Now he preferred to stay at the office and work the later the better. Today however everyone had gone home early and the building manager had turned the heat off at five o clock so Dan had little choice but to lock up his office and go home. He stopped at the Seven-Eleven and bought a couple of six packs deciding quite deliberately to get wasted that night. One of the six packs was almost finished.
All the other houses on Dan s street were decorated with colorful Christmas lights but you would never know it was a holiday In Dan s house. He had briefly considered getting a small Christmas tree to put on his dining room table but the idea of going to the mall and wading through crowds of shoppers made him drop the idea. Who would see it anyway? He avoided the Christmas party at the office as well telling his co-workers that he had a migraine headache. Everyone tried to be nice of course but they didn t really understand. Ann had been gone four months and Dan was just going through the motions. His days passed as if he were sitting alone in a theater watching an old black-and-white movie run over and over and over again. Sometimes he wished he he d been the one to die.
Dan was thirty-six years old well-educated a smart and successful architect. He was fit and handsome as well standing a little over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a washboard stomach that he inspected with a critical eye each morning when he dressed. He had a taste for expensive clothes and wore them well. Seeing his dark curly hair framing a boyish face some of his clients found it hard to believe he was old enough to be the managing partner of his firm. But there were other things they d never believe about him. Such as the fact that he was sitting alone at home getting drunk on Christmas Eve. But what else could he do? He didn t know any single women to ask out on a date and he detested going to singles bars where all the losers with painted-on smiles searched the room desperately for someone to go home to bed with. He would rather drink himself to oblivion than subject himself to that kind of torture.
The darkness was descending now and the wind was kicking up in frigid piercing gusts. In the fading light tiny snowflakes began to swirl and form a thin coating on the deck. Dan got up and stumbled into the house.
The kitchen with its sleek white cabinets and stainless steel appliances – it was one of Dan s pet projects at one time — seemed as cold and sterile as an operating room. He began to pace aimlessly walking into the dining room then into the living room and back to the kitchen like an animal in a cage. He stopped at the refrigerator and was reaching for another beer when he heard a loud knock on the back door.
Hey Dan you in there? a muffled voice called.
What the –? Who would come to visit on a night like this?
Dan opened the door and peered out with surprise to see his young neighbor Tim standing in the swirling snow. He had no hat or coat he was standing in jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt shivering. His cheeks were red and his hair was matted with glistening snow.
C mon in! said Dan shoving the screen door open.
Tim wiped his feet and quickly stepped inside slapping his sides. Damn it s cold! How s it going man? He sputtered and grinned.
Tim was almost ten years younger than Dan and somewhat smaller in stature with reddish-blond hair and freckles on his cheeks that gave him the fresh-scrubbed look of a schoolboy. He was a newcomer to the neighborhood having moved into the small framed cottage at the end of the block the previous summer. In realtor s parlance his place was a fixer-upper meaning that it needed some serious rehab work to escape the wrecking ball. Tim had picked it up for a song and was working on it in his spare time.
Tim was also gay but Dan didn t mind that. Dan had never been troubled by homosexuals as long as they didn t talk with a lisp or wear studs in their tongues. And Tim was a pretty regular guy as far as gay men were concerned. He worked for a construction company and didn t have any feminine mannerisms. In some ways he reminded Dan of the guys in his high school who didn t bother going to college. After graduation they bought pickup trucks and watched Monday night football and tossed down beers when they finished their shift at the steel mill. And most surprising of all they always seemed happy. There were times when Dan wanted to be a regular guy like that.
The first time the two met Dan disclosed that he was an architect and it wasn t long before Tim started dropping by asking for tips about remodeling his house. Dan didn t mind because the younger man had an easygoing personality and a wicked sense of humor. After they had gotten to know each other they developed a sort of running joke between them. Tim would tease Dan about being straight-laced and uptight and Dan would pretend to be shocked by Tim s licentious gay lifestyle. Sometimes they would say outrageous things to each other and it led to some entertaining conversations. And then when Ann died Tim sent a flower arrangement to the funeral home and stopped by the house with a big box of delicious baked goods. Dan was touched. It was a kindness he wouldn t soon forget.
Have a beer Dan ordered pointing to a chair.
Thanks don t mind if I do. The young man wiped his brow and sat down at the kitchen table. He popped open the can and looked at the falling snow through the kitchen window. I was out on the ladder doing some caulking and it got too dark to see so I thought I d come over and say hey.
Are you nuts? It s crazy to be up on a ladder working in weather like this.
Yeah I know. Hell of a way to spend Christmas Eve. But I didn t have anything better to do. So how are you doing Danny? Still hangin in there?
Oh everything s peachy said Dan drumming his fingers on the table. Then he had second thoughts about being so sarcastic. Actually it s been a lousy day he admitted. Not in the mood for Christmas.
Sorry to hear that.
It sucks to be alone on a holiday.
Yeah. Well maybe it s a good night to get hammered.
Dan was well on his way to meeting that goal and nodded. He looked across the table at Tim s freckles and grinned. So tell me what do fairies do on Christmas Eve for fun? Party with Santa s elves?
Tim grunted. Caulk holes.
C mon seriously. What does a gay man like you do for fun at Christmas?
We do the same thing straight guys do. We just have more fun at it.
Such as?
Tim shrugged. Go out to eat. Go to Clubs. Dancing.
Dan shook his head. No offense but I gotta laugh when I think of you out on the dance floor prancing around with another guy. What about the baths houses? Perverted sex orgies?
Tim s left eyebrow arched. Well yeah there might be a few activities like that. I can show you if you re interested.
You never know one more beer and I might said Dan smirking.
Yeah right. You re so straight they probably used you in geometry class to draw lines on the black board.
The two men looked awkwardly at each other for a moment and before Tim stared down at the tabletop. He wiped his hand over his mouth and leaned back in his chair. So you must be feeling pretty lonely. Horned up huh?
Horny doesn t capture it. I haven t been laid in six months dude. I could hump a reindeer.
You need some distraction man. Maybe it s time you found yourself a girlfriend.
Dan s eyes darkened. I don t think I want a girlfriend dude. My last one left me high and dry.
I know Dan I m sorry.
So am I damn it.
In the midst of the awkward silence that followed a sudden blast of wind rattled the window and there was an awful splintering noise followed by a crash that made both men jump in their seats. The kitchen lights flickered off and on and then went dark.
What the fuck was that!?
The two men went to the window and looked out. At the back of the yard a large tree branch was lying on the ground. It had taken a power line down with it.
Shit! Another one like that and I might have to change my underwear said Tim.
It was pitch dark in the kitchen now and the two men sat listening to the wind. It almost seemed as though the storm s energy was gathering itself up for another violent release.
Better find a light mumbled Dan and made his way unsteadily to a drawer by the stove. He fumbled around until he found a candle and matches. Then he lit the candle and placed it on the counter where it cast a weak wavering light against the walls. Tim came over and the two men stared at the candle like boys sitting around a campfire.
Is there anything I can do for you man? I m serious said Tim.
No worries said Dan slurring his words slightly. Still have plenty of beer.
I didn t mean that kind of help.
Well you can fix the fucking lights he said laughing.
Another gust of wind rattled the windows. Hesitantly for he seemed unsure of himself Tim reached over and put a hand on the small of Dan s back.
Dan started. Huh?
Tim started to draw his hand away. You re so stressed I thought maybe you could use a little massage or somethin he said.
Dan stood motionless staring at the candle s flame. When he finally spoke his voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. It s okay. I don t mind.
Tim paused. Sure?
Dan silently nodded.
Carefully as if walking on eggshells Tim stood behind Dan and put his hands on his shoulders. He pressed his fingers against the base of Dan s neck and began to give him a gentle massage kneading the muscles with his strong fingertips and thunmbs. Dan tensed and shuddered. He took a long deep breath then leaned against the counter and closed his eyes as Tim massaged him. That feels pretty good he whispered.
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It had been so long since anyone had touched him! It felt strange to have a man s hands rubbing his shoulders but the simple act of having physical contact with another human being made Dan want to cry out in gratitude. Before Ann died and left him all alone he didn t realize how much he needed to be touched. Tim s hands were large and strong but they moved with such gentleness that it was impossible to think of them as the hands of a laborer. Tim s fingers moved up and down in gentle arcs along his back and shoulder blades applying pressure in a soothing sensual rhythm. It was a reassuring feeling.
You re very tense. Try to relax said Tim.
Dan knew he shouldn t let Tim touch him like this but he couldn t bring himself to tell his young neighbor to stop either. Strange thoughts began to flood into his head — old memories that took him by surprise. As he listened to the wind Dan remembered how jealous he was as a small child when he learned that some of his friends had brothers to play with. Dan was an only child and much of his youth was spent alone in his room reading and drawing pictures making up stories and wishing he had someone to share secrets with. It wasn t fair that other boys had brothers — sometimes more than one — while he didn t have any at all! One year his parents gave him a puppy for Christmas but it wasn t the same thing as having a real brother. It seemed like he was always so lonely!
And Dan remembered the night when a schoolmate came to spend the night at his house and they went to his bedroom after dinner. They began to wrestle on the floor and took turns pinning each other on the carpet testing their muscles and pressing their bodies together. It was fun and exhilarating! But Dan s stepfather a cold and distant man had heard the commotion and told them to stop. Boys your age shouldn‘t play like that his stepfather said. People could get the wrong idea. Dan wasn t sure what was wrong since he had seen grown men wrestling on TV but he gathered that there must be something unhealthy or unacceptable about it. After that he d been wary of letting other boys get too close. Now with Tim standing so near that he could feel his warm breath Dan wondered what his step-father would say.
Was it really so wrong to do this? he wondered. Was it wrong for two men to enjoy each other s company and show affection in a physical way? If the lights came back on should he and Tim pretend that nothing happened?
After several minutes Tim stopped massaging Dan s shoulders and the two men stood looking at each other by the kitchen counter. Half of Tim s face was in shadow but the flame of the candle reflected in his eyes and looked like liquid fire. Dan s head was spinning. Tim s lips moved but Dan couldn t quite tell what he was saying.
If you want to. . . Tim was saying. . . . help you relax . . . don t be embarrassed. Dan couldn t make out all the words.
Then Tim was touching him. The young man was getting down on his knees tugging on Dan s belt. Dan tried to brush him away but Tim was insistent. As Dan watched in befuddled amazement Tim unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor and then eased Dan s boxer shorts down over his hips and thighs. Dan felt cool air on his legs and Tim leaned forward. What was he going to do?
Tim bent down and took Dan s penis in his mouth.
Ooogh! Dan moaned.
He could hardly believe it! As he peered down Tim s mouth engulfed his fat penis pulling and stretching it out with gentle suction. His mouth felt deliciously warm. As the stimulation continued his penis began to rise like a soldier coming to attention and Tim took it down his throat.
Oh God! said Dan Oh Jeezus that feels good!
In fact Dan had never felt anything like it before. Ann had kissed him down there a few times but she didn t like to take him into her mouth. Now a man was doing it and the sensation was indescribable better than anything he d imagined. It felt like his penis was being engulfed in warm liquid velvet.
Dan clutched at the counter. He swayed and stumbled as his ankles caught in his undershorts. Tim took him by the arm. C mon let s go here into the living room he directed.
With his erection bobbing stiffly in front of him Dan kicked off his shorts and trousers and followed Tim into the living room and sat on the couch by the fireplace. It was chilly and Tim lit the gas logs in the fireplace. Then Tim got down on the floor to resume what he was doing in the kitchen but first he pulled off Dan s shoes and socks and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he directed Dan to lean back in the couch and spread his legs. Dan s buttocks stuck to the cold leather seat as he parted his knees but he obeyed. Then Tim put his face down to Dan s lap and took his penis into his mouth again sucking gently at first and then moving his head up and down in long rhythmic strokes. Dan s organ was long and thick but Tim took the whole thing into his throat down to the base. And while he sucked he reached between Dan s legs and cupped his scrotum in his hand rolling the hairy balls gently back and forth in their soft sac.
Dan moaned and closed his eyes. Sexual pleasure rolled over him like ocean waves. It roiled below his belly where the root of his manhood grew from his body and washed over his naked thighs in swells. His crotch was bathed in soothing warmth and wetness and in his reverie he dreamed of a beautiful young girl straddling his body riding gently on his organ. But then he opened his eyes and saw his young neighbor with his lips intimately compressed around the head of his penis and he gasped aloud at the sight. Oh Jeezus Tim! he exclaimed pushing his fingers through the young man s soft curls. Let me see you he whispered. Take off your clothes.
Compliantly Tim unbuttoned his plaid shirt and stripped it off. Then he stood up and stripped off his jeans and pushed his white cotton briefs over his hips. In the dim light Dan could see his pale thighs and his manly erection bobbing up at a 45 degree angle from a tangle of dark hair between his legs.
I never touched a man before whispered Dan.
It s no problem said Tim. You don t have to do anything.
But Dan found the young man s body strangely enticing and wanted to touch it. He reached out and stroked one finger along Tim s thigh and when Tim came a little closer Dan placed a hand on one of Tim s ass cheeks and squeezed it. It felt warm and firm. The two men looked at each other. No words were spoken. Then slowly Dan brought his other hand up between Tim s legs and circled his fingers around the shaft of his penis. He tightened his fingers around the warm hairy shaft and sighed. So this is what it s like he murmured.
At Dan s urging Tim sat on the couch and the two men began to caress each other between the legs stroking each other s erections and fondling each other s balls. Once he got over the strangeeness and embarrassment Dan found this very comforting and pleasurable. I never knew it could be this way he whispered pulling on Tim s cock.
I tried to tell you said the younger man grinning. You were too fucking uptight to listen.
As they comforted and pleasured each other with mutual fondling Dan felt Tim s caressing fingers on other places on his body. He felt Tim s fingers run over his stomach and play gently with his nipples which were very sensitive to touch. He felt a growing hunger inside. And then the hunger became an urgent need for release and his hips moved involuntarily in rhythm to Tim s stroking fist. Tim saw that Dan was getting close to a climax.
Let me finish you whispered Tim and slid off the couch onto his knees between Dan s legs. He leaned down to Dan s crotch and began to suck him again.
Dan s legs trembled and his stomach muscles contracted in a knot. His penis felt like a hard pole and he wanted to thrust it into Tim s mouth. As the alternate waves of pleasure and tension began to roll over him again he silently ran his tongue over his lips. Suddenly his pelvis rose off the couch and with a loud groan he began shooting a heavy load of semen into Tim s mouth thrusting his body as the liquid was expelled. His testicles were bursting with sperm and they slapped heavily against Tim s chin as his body jerked. Each contraction brought another forceful jet and a feeling of intense relief as it left his body. And Tim tasting the hot jets in his mouth emitted a deep growl of satisfaction for he loved drinking seed and he rarely got such a flood as Dan was giving him. He gripped the base of Dan s penis in one hand and swallowed as much of the warm liquid as he could milking it out of the big round head. Some of it dribbled down the shaft and when the pulsing finally stopped he licked the shaft and the balls savoring the musky taste until Dan went limp. After that he used his tongue to clean the sticky fluid from Dan s pubic hair as well and Dan completely spent collapsed back into the couch.
The room was starting to get chilly. Tim got dressed and went into the bedroom to get a pillow and a blanket. He slid the pillow under Dan s head and tucked the blanket around Dan s legs. Then he went into the kitchen and found a pencil and a piece of paper and started to write a note. Merry Christmas Dan he wrote. many thanks for the nice present you gave me. Call me if you want I ll be at home. He placed the note near the coffee maker where Dan would be sure to see it in the morning then extinguished the candle. The house was quiet except for the sound of Dan s deep steady breathing on the living room couch.
Tim opened the back door and let himself out. The ground crunched with snow and the air was frigid but Tim had a smile on his face because he could still taste Dan s delicious semen. He knew it had been a long time for Dan because the seed left a thick coating in his mouth and had a strong musky flavor that Tim loved. As he walked home he noticed that the wind had died down and a pale moon was peeking though the misty clouds. Somewhere off in the distance he heard a lonely bird calling.