Mike and Two Very Different Evenings
Jack was sucking my cock. Again. After fifteen years here he was again. I remembered his mouth, I remember how warm, how intense it had been and was now again. I remembered watching his russet coloured hair falling over his face while he sucked me, the same as it was now. The difference, of course, was now I had the taste of his cum in my mouth, my lips had the stretched feeling that taking his cock gave me. From his big, long, thick cock.
He seemed to remember how he had done it because it felt like his tongue was caressing my dick, that his mouth had just the right amount of suction, his lips the right amount of tension. He swallowed me and, yeah, he gagged a bit, but it felt amazing.
I ran my hand through the waves of his brown hair, messing it up. I massaged his neck and trailed my fingers over his face. I realized he had a bit of tan. I held the base of my cock and tried to jack it a bit in time with his mouth. I was so turned on I could hardly think. The past was here and the thing that never happened had happened, and now he was sucking me off in the way that I had thought about a lot over the years. I could feel an orgasm starting to build as his mouth worked on me. I took my hand away and said, “Let's slow down...I want to last longer.”
He pulled off my cock which was shiny with spit. He said, “Yeah. That's a good idea. Let's go to your bedroom.”
I smiled at him and got up. I pulled off my shirt and then reached for his and slid it off his toned abdomen, and tossed it on the floor. We were both naked and we were both hard. His body was...fucking awesome. Despite leaving tennis, he sure as hell kept himself in good shape. He had that Greek statue kind of body, except hairier.
I led him into my bedroom. I hoped he wouldn't mind how much of a mess it was. I imagined him in some steel and concrete condo that was cleaned from top to bottom every week. But then he pushed me on the bed and he said, “Got any lube?”
I raised my eyebrows and said, “You have plans”
“I always wanted to fuck you back then...” I nodded and pointed to the bedside table where the bottle was already out. He laughed and said, “Busy week?”
“Shut up and fuck me, will you?” But I smiled and pulled his face down and my lips battled with his again. But he was determined and got to work on my asshole with the lube, then on his dick. His big fucking dick. I suddenly realized he meant to shove that thing into me. I said, “Right. Go slow, ok? I'm still getting used to this, and your cock...is kind of large.”
He actually looked embarrassed and said, “Yeah, well. My wife would agree with you. And the few guys I've fucked would, too. I'll take it easy.”
And he did. I spread my legs and he tucked his arms underneath my thighs and rubbed the head of his cock on my hole, adding a bit of pressure every few seconds. The head gradually slid in and so far, so good. But then he kept pushing and the stretching that went on down there was intense. I was used to guys who were all a good size, but this? I took a deep breath and concentrated on opening myself, relaxing, being at one with that fucking big piece of muscle.
When he finally made it all the way in, he was looking down at me. He said, “I can't believe I'm about to fuck you, Mike.”
“I can't either. I wish we had done this back then...but truth to tell, I would have probably freaked if you had tried to fuck me. And now I think I still need a minute.”
He looked pained and I decided I wouldn't make any more comments about how big his dick was. It's not like he could do anything about it. Instead, I pulled his face down and kissed him as sweetly as I could. And as deeply. I wanted to get my tongue really deep. His lips were thick and meaty, just like his cock. I finally pushed him back and said, “OK. I'm ready. Fuck me, Jack.”
He seemed unsure so I put my hands on his amazing, smooth ass and pulled him further into me. Slowly and tentatively, he started to move, he started fuck, he started to measure me with that cock. It was intense and I rode the edge of too much for a while. A couple of times it was too much, but I didn't say anything, I just grit my teeth and took it. And took it.
He slowly sped up and I could tell he had certainly done this before. He seemed to know how to pace himself, and take care of me at the same time. Slowly he sped up, then his cock would slow, his hips pause, then he sped up again, a bit more, then a pause while his big balls rested on my ass which felt amazing. Then some more, and for longer. He leaned down a few times and gave me some tongue. He took my cock in his hand and stroked for a while, but then I pushed his hand away and took over. I wanted this part to be mine.
The pain – or almost pain – slowly died away. Or maybe I just got numb, but either way it started to feel fucking fantastic. Intense, but fantastic. He was fucking fast now and my body felt like it was being pummelled. Driven. I started to moan while I jerked off, the feelings getting incandescent. He was starting at me the whole time and that was intense, too. He big brown eyes were like dark places I was scared to go. His hair kept sliding over one eye.
But then I could tell he was almost there. He opened his mouth a little and as if he was writing an exam, his tongue sat at the corner of his mouth. I had to laugh, I just had to, but I said, “I'm so happy you're fucking me!”
He managed to grin but then his expression crumpled into something else, and his eyes squeezed shut and he suddenly froze and I could feel his cock pulsing in me, I could feel it. It must have been blasting cum deep into me, and then he took off, fucking me really hard and using the whole length of his cock. The intensity reached some kind of peak that was both pain and something great, and I stroked a massive pool of cum onto my chest and I felt like my whole body was on fire. Pain, pleasure, everything, all the things. I gasped and he covered my mouth with his and we came down to earth together.
His body stopped moving and he slowly slid out of me. My hole felt like it was gaping and it was fucking sore. But I kind of loved it. He moved onto his back beside me and I turned and looked at him, smiling. I said, “You all right?”
For a moment he didn't say anything, but then he turned to me and kissed me. “Yeah. I'm all right. Really good. Thanks for this.”
“For letting you fuck me?” I was being a shit.
“No, asshole. For being nice and sweet and sexy. Like I said before, I haven't had much of this with guys. With anyone. There was this dude a couple of years ago when I went to Atlanta for a conference. He and I fucked the whole weekend, and I wondered if there could be more. But then he kissed me and took off for wherever and never responded to me texts.” He stopped and looked at me for a moment, the brown of his eyes reflecting the light. Then he said, “But it started with you. As fucked up as it was for both of us. I kind of fell for you.”
I felt bad for him. He had felt trapped in his marriage and when he met someone he could have had something with, the guy just disappeared. But he was also saying something about us. That made me pause: he hadn't had much of 'this'. Whatever 'this' was. I wasn't sure what to say.
I think he got it because he said, “Anyway...I'm just glad you reached out. It's really nice to reconnect and...well, revise history a bit.”
He pulled me close and we were quiet for a while. Eventually I realized he was asleep, so I got up and turned off the light and pulled the blanket over us. I fell asleep finally with him wrapped around me. It was warm and we were both sweaty and smelled of a lot of sex, but that seemed just fine to me.
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He was going to drive back to New York at lunch the next day and when I woke up I found him in the kitchen making coffee. Or at least trying to. He couldn't find the coffee filters or the coffee. I slapped him on the ass – he was naked – and took over.
We had a simple breakfast because all I had to eat was bread. I felt like a poor university student which, in some ways, is exactly how I was living. I said, “You must be used to fresh squeezed orange juice and mountain grown coffee and free range bacon and...”
He put his hand over my mouth and said, “Yeah, fine. I make a lot of money. But I would rather be living your life right now.”
I chewed my toast and thought about that, but didn't say anything. We sat for a while talking about our lives. I told him about my latest tournament and how well I had done. He seemed happy for me. I wondered if he was also feeling bad about leaving tennis.
We fucked after breakfast – or at least he fucked me and it was just as intense as the last time – and we had a long shower together where he swallowed a load of my cum. Nice. I put him in his car and kissed him. I knew he was hoping I would say something about the future. But as I watched pull his strong legs into the car, I thought of Chris. When I thought about him in contrast to Jack...well it felt pretty clear. Chris, my beautiful pale-haired Chris, the tennis virtuoso, was the clear winner. That was both a lovely thought and one that made me feel bad for Jack.
After he left, I saw there were a bunch of texts on my phone from Chris. He had won the fucking tournament. I was so happy for him. I called him right away.
“You're a champ! Congratulations!”
“Fuck, I am, aren't I! It's so cool. I got a big cheque and everything. I think I might hit the top two hundred this year.”
“Holy shit. That's awesome! When are you coming back?”
“I'm flying back tomorrow...you want to celebrate?”
“Of course! Let me know when you get in.”
“Nice, Mike. I can't wait.”
I was so happy for him. I knew he was good, but he was clearly getting better. It wasn't a big tournament but it certainly moved him up the ranks. I really wanted to see him, I was yearning for him. It was really hitting me, especially after seeing Jack. I wanted Chris. Was I falling for the guy? Was that even possible so quickly? Then I thought about the evening I had just spent with Jack. That was totally different. I certainly hoped we could spend more time together, but I realized I would have to hurt Jack somewhere along the way.
Chris called me the next afternoon and we decided to go out to dinner. Something we had never done, I realized.
“My fucking treat, Mike. Choose a nice place for us.”
We went to this hip, pan-Asian place in Beacon Hill that Mr Google told me about. I met him at the door and he pulled me in for a long hug and some kissing, right there on the street. It felt amazing. I wanted to get in those pants. But I restrained myself and we went in for a meal that cost as much as I made in a week. Or in Chris's case, not very much compared to his prize money.
I had tried to dress up for the occasion and was wearing these tight pants and a white shirt and I dug a nice dark blue blazer out of the back of my closet I had bought the last time I placed in a tournament. Chris said, “Mike...you look awesome. Fuckable, mate.”
I laughed and took his hand when I sat down. I said, “I'm really happy to see you, Chris.”
He beamed at me and squeezed my hand. His face got a bit serious. “I'm glad you said that. I've been wondering how you felt...I mean, I'm totally into his, Mike. So I'm glad you're coming along for the ride.”
I was surprised at his candour. For someone relatively young, he was more mature than I was.
We had nice dinner and a martini and a bottle of wine. After a few glasses, and some idle conversation, I said, “So tell me who you beat.”
He put his glass down and thought a moment. “The last guy was really good. John Alfonzo.”
I widened my eyes. “You beat John! That's epic, Chris. He's fucking good.”
“I know, he is. But I beat him. It was a tight match, though.”
“I'm so happy! I'm fucking a champ.”
He laughed. Then he said, “It was the semifinal match that was really hard. Goran Sibo. I've never heard of him. Hot as fuck, by the way. I almost wanted to suggest I suck him off rather than play him. I got to see him in the change rooms. But fuck. I had to work for every point.”
I hadn't heard of him either and I started having fantasies of both of us sucking his cock. I could hardly recognize myself now that I was into guys. I said, “So who is he? Is he young?”
“Maybe my age?”
“So if we meet him at a tournament, we could distract him. I like the idea of both of us sucking cock together.”
Chris's eyes widened and he smiled a little demonically. “I like how you think, Mike.” He reached under the table and I felt him stroking the inside of my thigh.
I grabbed his hand and said, “You better stop that or I might have to get under the table.”
“Sounds good!” But he had to stop when the server brought our meals.
When we finally dragged ourselves out of the restaurant, we were pretty tipsy. We both live closer to Cambridge so we took a cab across the river and we went to his place.
As we got out of the elevator, I watched his ass ahead of me. His beautiful, muscular ass. I pushed him in the apartment and we kissed some more, but I slid my hands in his pants and gripped his butt. I felt crazy for him and my mouth was everywhere on his face and neck. I fumbled my way into his pants and he stepped out of them. I said, “I want to watch you get naked.”
He gave me a grin and unbuttoned his shirt, and he slid his beautiful white boxer briefs off really slowly until he was naked except for his socks. He looked gorgeous. His cock, surrounded by all this magic pale hair, was big and throbbing, but I still wanted his ass. I got down behind him and pulled his cheeks apart and drove my mouth in, exploring him, tonguing my way deep, slurping at his hole, tasting that Chris taste that turned me the fuck on.
I got up and shed my clothes in a pile on the floor. I pulled him to the bed and pushed him down, straddling his face and feeding him my dick. I was a little aggressive, but he seemed to be into it. He swallowed me, and pulled my cock deep with his hands on my ass. I fucked his face for a while until I said, “Chris...I love your mouth, but I want to fuck you so bad.”
He spat my cock out and said, “Yeah...I want this cock in me. You get to fuck the winner.”
He grabbed some lube and got me ready and I watched him slick up his hole for me. He said, “How do you want me, Mike. Fuck me however you want.”
Where did I want him? But then I saw it. I lay down on the bed and said, “Fuck yourself on me, Chris. I want to watch that cock of yours.”
He looked happy and got up and slid my dick into him nice and slow. He had this look of concentration on his face as my cock went deep. He took his big tool in his hand and started to pump it as we both moved together: me fucking up and him pushing down. I had fucked women this way, which was fun, but this felt even better. I was totally focused on him jacking his cock, watching his balls squish down onto me, watching his really powerful thighs, and the taut steel of his calves – the ones that just won a tournament – work as he fucked himself down onto me.
I reached up and gripped his hips for traction and started to thrust harder upward, smacking his ass each time with my body. He was looking right into my face with those cool mountain-stream coloured eyes the whole time with a little grin. He jacked himself faster and then I said, “Let me...”
I moved my hand to his cock and started to stroke it in time with our fucking. His cock was hot and slippery and hard as fuck. He groaned and shut his eyes as I continued to take his ass. But it was a lot of work and I was tired. I imagined he was tired. I said, “Let's flip over.”
I pushed up and managed to flip us over with my cock still deep in him. With a little adjustment and him spreading his legs, I managed to start fucking again and kissed him at the same time. He was so limber and flexible that it all seemed to work. We could trade tongues and I could fuck as hard as I wanted and that really sent me.
I went fast, and hard and finally I had to prop myself up on my hands so I could get a better angle and that started to work, started to send me into space. My hips were like some kind of machine and I could feel his ass loosen for me, open to me and he said, “Fuck, Mike. I love it when you're like this...fuck!”
I grinned at him, but my body was taking over my brain and all I could be aware of was the feeling of his ass massaging my cock and I went faster, chasing the crest of it which, when I did, made me almost yell and I just went faster but my body was on fire and cum started to blast out of me. I could feel each shot go into him and I shut my eyes and gasped a few times until Chris pulled me down and filled my mouth with his tongue.
But being Chris, he wasn't done by any means. He pushed me off him and got up in my face and jammed his cock in my mouth, pumping it furiously and right away I felt a big pool of cum on my tongue, then some more shots that hit the back of my throat. I choked and swallowed, then he pulled out of my mouth and we shared some really sticky kisses before he collapsed on top of me.
We were sweaty and hot, but we lay there for a while, trying to breath. He lifted his head up finally and said, “I think I'm falling for you, mate. I hope that's all right.”
I laughed and kissed him. “Yeah, me too.”
But then I wanted to check something. Well, I wanted to tell him about Jack, anyway. I said, “So I spent the night with Jack. It was wild.”
I said it to tell him, but I also said it to see how he reacted. I should have known. His face lit up and he said, “Mike, that's awesome. How was it?”
He sat up and propped his head up on one elbow. I said, “It was strange but really nice. We fucked, to be honest, and I don't think he lets himself do that very often. I told you...he's married to a women and has a kid.”
“Yeah, that's complicated, right? Poor guy. But you two...recreated history? Too sweet. Is he sexy”
I felt a little embarrassed, but I said, “Yeah. He's pretty hot.”
Grinning, he said, “As hot as me?”
I looked at him, trying to see if he was jealous, but I realized he was just being a brat. “Yeah, he's as sexy as you. And he has this big fucking dick. It's almost too big.”
Chris looked interested. “How big?”
“I have no idea. Bigger than any dick I've seen. Even yours.”
“Mate, I'm no champ in that department. But I want to see this thing.”
I laughed and kissed him. “Maybe some day. He's got a long way to go before that happens.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“No idea. It's up to him. I'm not the one married to a woman.”
“True. He has some things to figure out.” Chris paused, then said, “But Mike. Whatever happens I want to make sure that this,” and he indicated the room and us, “Is still...I don't know...important? I don't want to lose you.”
He looked very serious when he said this and I took his face in my hands and moved closer so our noses were almost touching. “I'm not going anywhere, Chris. Whatever happens I'll make sure you are in the middle of it.”
He laughed and looked relieved, and then he said, “That sounds really fucking hot. I can't wait to be in the middle.”
I gave him a big smile, but then I got a little serious again. I took his hand and said, “And when you're at a tournament, or even if you're here, I hope you don't hesitate if there's someone you want to fuck...”
He grinned at me, his face taking on that demonic angel look I was really starting to love. “Mike! Of course. And you can join if you're around. It's more fun that way. But it won't be the same as this, yeah? Us?” He paused and took a deep breath, his pale face getting some colour, the colour of a lot of feeling. “That you and I are the most important thing?” Then he kissed me, and I could tell that the blue of his eyes was a bit more blue from the light reflecting off his tears.
Holy fuck. I said, “Chris...you are the most important person in my life. What we're doing? That's my priority.” I gave him a bunch of kisses on his face and mouth and we snuggled together and neither one of us had to said anything more.
