James and an Adventure
In October I moved to Toronto. Even though it was the plan, Owen seemed kind of amazed, but it still made sense to me. Besides being convenient it was just obvious to me that it was the best thing to do. For us. Because – and this is the part that maybe surprised me as well – I realized that Owen was someone I wanted to hold on to. I had never felt that way before and for a long time didn't think it was even possible or philosophically reasonable. But philosophy – despite what Sam might say – is not reality.
So I moved into his condo. Yes, so, remember the unlimited resources of those boys? He lives in this three bedroom penthouse. It's not really a condo. It's an experience. Anyway, I digress.
Once I had settled in and we had fucked in his bed a few times, things took on a nice rhythm. We would go to classes and then come home and find ourselves very domestic. It was really nice. It surprised me how nice it was.
But you remember our agreement, of course? I am allowed to go have little adventures of my own now and then and after I had moved in, I could feel one coming on, so to speak, so I thought about the possibilities and decided I wanted something a little rough around the edges. I'm sure that doesn't surprise you.
I had heard about a little ravine that was surprisingly close to downtown where men go for various kinds of fun. That sounded like exactly what I wanted.
I waited until an evening when I knew Owen would be busy and I said to him that I was invoking our rule.
“Oh yeah...what are you going to do?”
I checked his face for signs of discomfort but he actually looked interested. “Well, I'm not sure yet.”
He smiled at me and gave me a big kiss, while sliding his hand in my pants at the same time. “Then you get to tell me all about it when you come home.”
I wanted to get on my knees right then, but I restrained myself. I realized how lucky I was to be with someone like Owen.
I waited until it was dark and headed for my destination which was a narrow ravine with a path that was lit with lights but had plenty of dark clumps of trees and bushes. I could smell the approach of winter, but there were still leaves on the trees and it was surprisingly warm.
Moving off the path, I found a tree and leaned against it. I decided to be a little risqué, and undid my pants. It was all very exciting and my cock was hard as rock. Such places do not exist in K. There are attempts, of course, but not to this degree. I stroked my cock very slowly and waited.
A few guys passed me and gave me a look, one coming over to check me out, but I was waiting for a particular kind of guy, so I sent them all packing. Finally I saw a hunky guy in a leather jacket give me a look and I nodded to him. He came over and checked me out, undoing his pants. He unceremoniously put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down which is exactly what I wanted.
His cock was big. I mean, big. And thick. I really had to work to get it in my mouth, but I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. He let me tongue the length of him, and suck on his balls, but soon his pushed my face down and I had a mouthful, a throatful, and I almost choked. He tasted a little sweaty and manly and the hair around his cock tickled my nose. He started to fuck my face and his balls were slapping my chin and he was swearing really softly above me.
I was aware of someone walking around us and, just as I'd hoped, I felt someone behind me inspecting my ass, pulled my pants down and sliding some fingers into my already lubed hole. It pays to be prepared, don't you think?
I pulled off the big dick that had been in my face and turned to see a tall, slim guy behind me, his pants already open and he gave me a grin and pushed his cock into me. I almost sighed with happiness and went back to sucking the amazing tool of the first guy. He was getting really hot and started to thrust into my face and I was gagging, but I had learned to just let it all happen, and it felt amazing. Without warning, I felt his cock begin to spew into my throat. I pulled back and let it flow over my tongue. He pulled out my mouth and finished on my face. There was a long stream of his cum dripping from my lips.
The guy fucking me was going faster and he gripped my hips really tight, his breathing getting raw. I swallowed some of the first guy's cum and looked down at my own cock which was dribbling into the leaves below me. Then I felt hands on my head and another cock pushed into my mouth. In fact there were two cocks trying to get in. I looked up and could see in the dim light, two guys who were clearly together because they were kissing while they tried to fuck my face with both cocks. The guy behind me bent down and joined my on their cocks and soon both of us were choking on dick, but he still kept driving himself deeper into me.
Finally the guy fucking me leaned back and thrust really hard, fucking me fast a few times and I could tell he was filling my asshole with cum. He stopped and I pulled my face off the big cock and turned and we kissed, then he disappeared. I turned back and the two guys were jacking their cocks really fast and soon I had cum all over my lips and tongue and they took turns sliding into my face, spurting more cum into my mouth. They finished and disappeared into the dark.
I took a breath and sat back on my heels, still feeling excited. I had wanted to start jacking myself but I had a though as I was sucking the two guys off. What if I held off until I got home? What if I got home and let Owen have his way with me and then I cum? That got me really excited.
I didn't have long to wait before I had another cock in my mouth. Soon followed by another one pushing into my already slippery hole. This one was big, and as I sucked the new cock, I concentrated on letting this guy in. He was respectful and worked slowly, letting the cum from the first guy lube his way in until I felt our bodies make contact. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I'm going to fuckin' plough you. Is that what you want?”
I spat the cock out of my mouth and said, “As hard as you want.”
And so he did and he wasn't joking. I swallowed the first cock and felt myself being taken over by him, by his whole body. I had to grunt every time he fucked, and even as the cock in my mouth exploded, cum pouring over my tongue, I barely noticed because the sensation from that cock filling me were so intense. When he came it was with a series of low growls and I could feel his cum dripping out of my hole. He surprised me by pulling out and sticking his tongue in me, slurping the two loads that were overflowing. But then he was gone, and then there was another cock in my ass. I spat out some of the cum from the last guy, which, as you may know, is because not all cum tastes the same. Some is better than others. Fun fact.
When the third guy dropped his load, I had to stand up and stretch, so I pulled my pants up and took a walk, still jacking myself slowly. I watched some of the activities around me, mostly of guys getting sucked off and then I saw a gorgeous older guy, maybe in his forties, leaning against a tree, jacking a really long cock. I went up to him and knelt. He looked down at me with a little smile on his face. This was a cock I wanted to pay attention to.
It was long and not too slender and smooth with a lovely, uncut head that was bulbous and red, hot and a little slimy. His balls were big and shaved and I couldn't help but suck on them for a while, tasting a nice masculine saltiness. He pulled my head up and spat on my face, just how I like it, as if he knew it would turn me on. I opened my mouth and he leaned down and we kissed for a while, but then he took hold of my jaw and slid his whole cock in past my tongue and I had to use all my deep-throat techniques to take him.
He put his hands on the back of my head and started to fuck my face really slowly, sliding in until the head of his dick touched the back of my throat, then slowly pulled completely out, rubbing the head on my face, smearing me with spit and precum. All I could smell was a lovely, swampy scent. He bottomed out again, and then I felt another pair of hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and someone's tongue digging into me. I turned back and it was the first tall guy again, back for more.
He finished mashing his face in me and then stood up and slid his cock in and I felt him start to fuck. I wondered where he got the energy for another go, but I didn't question it because the massive tool in my mouth was moving faster and I had to concentrate in order to take it, because I wanted to take it, I wanted to be taken, I wanted to give myself over to cock. It felt like a celebration of some kind, a celebration that would end with Owen.
The guy in my mouth was getting more vocal and he was swearing and grunting like a bad porn movie, but I loved it. I looked up in the dim light to his face and he was starting at me as his hips moved, his length bottoming out in my face. It was so primal and basic and when he finally choked and filled my throat with cum, filling my mouth with salty, slippery cum, I almost came myself. But I held back and swallowed. The guy behind me was close and he leaned down and licked the back of my neck saying, “I'm going fuckin' fill you up...” and then I felt him cum and his body was trembling. The words that guys say to each other in the midst of getting off are kind of funny, but at the same time, really turn me on.
He pulled out of me and got around to the front of me and fed me his cock with a sigh. When I stood up he pulled me to him and we kissed for a while and I was struck by his gentleness after so much testosterone. He did up his pants and said, “Give me your phone.” I knew what he was doing and I was into it.
I said, “Only if you want to fuck my partner as well.”
“Fuck yeah!” He smiled as he gave me my phone back. Derek.
“Well, Derek. I'll be seeing you.”
He kissed me and disappeared.
I did up my pants and brushed off the leaves and twigs, adjusted my shirt and wiped off as much cum from my face as I could. But I knew I was damp and must smell like a bathhouse, but that's exactly what I wanted.
When I got home, Owen was on the sofa – the big sofa: you know, like a small ship – and he was in his underwear which was perfect. I got in the door and pulled my clothes off right there. I said, “Owen...I want you to fuck me. I've been having some adventures, but I've been saving my cum for you.”
“Get over here then.”
He was smiling and he slid his briefs off and threw them on the floor. His cock was getting bigger and I sat on it, stuffing it into me. “Do you feel all the cum?”
He laughed, and said, “Yeah, I do, you slut. Who has been fucking you?”
“A few people. A tall guy fucked me twice, and then two others. I'm full of cum, Owen. You're fucking cum into me.”
His eyes widened and he pulled my face to his, and when our lips met, he moaned and pulled back. “And you taste like cum, Owen. You've had mouthfuls of cum.”
“Yes. Lost of it. These two guys came in my mouth together and then this gorgeous older guy with the biggest uncut cock reamed my face.” We kept kissing and he was fucking me harder and his hands were gripping my ass as he fucked up into me. I could feel cum oozing out of me. I pulled my mouth away and said, “Owen, can I fuck you?”
His smiled got even broader. He liked it when I changed things up. He pushed me off him and got on his back. I stuck my hand in my ass and collected some cum and smeared it in his hole, and then pushed myself into him. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I fucked a few times, gripping his knees really hard and my whole body seemed to levitate and it was like I was becoming liquid and pouring into Owen's body, the body I loved, the body that was really the only body, all the others being just place-holders. Owen was the only one and I filled him with my cum. I came and came and I realized I was almost crying. He held me tightly as I poured into him, kissing my neck and jaw, licking my tears.
But then he flipped me over and did what I had wanted him to do. He slid his dick back in me and found an aggression that I loved and like some kind of machine, drove his cock into me, past all the cum, past everything, just into me, into my deepest depths. I could feel the whole length of his dick measuring me, over and over, harder and harder. I felt him bite the back of my neck and hold on, like a dog, and he moaned into me and I felt him choke and fuck even faster, pulling his cock completely out of me before driving it back in, spraying his cum all over my ass and then continuing to cum in me. He finally stopped and his teeth let go of my neck, replaced by his lips kissing me softly.
I pushed back so we rolled over and I got on top of him, our soft dicks sliding together, and I looked into his eyes which seemed dark and peaceful. He slid out from under me and picked me up and took me to bed as if I was an invalid or like a new wife from a previous century. We lay in the dark, just breathing. Just feeling the heat of our bodies as they cooled. He slid his dick into me, into all that cum, and we fell asleep, connected.
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A few weeks later, I remembered Derek. Well, it's not like I had completely forgotten about him, but the fact that I had his contact details had slipped my mind. I certainly remembered him fucking me. How could I forget?
I remembered it when Owen's cock was deep in my ass which makes sense. Owen was on top of me, ploughing me really deeply and I said, “There was this guy...you know, when I had all that cum in me...his name was Derek. Maybe we should have him over. He gave me is phone number.”
Owen laughed, and fucked me a little deeper. “You made a friend. That's so nice...”
“Fuck you!” But I pulled Owen's face to me and our tongues fought it out while his cock pushed even deeper and faster. I love it when he goes like a machine into me. I caught my breath and said, “So what do you think?”
“If you think he's hot, then I'm sure I will. Let's have him over.”
When Owen had finally filled me with cum, when we lay back on the bed and got ready to sleep, I texted Derek and we set up a date. I was getting excited just thinking about him and his long, athletic dick and what I might do with it...
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The following Friday Derek rang up from the lobby and I let him in. I opened the door and Owen and I waited on the sofa for him to come up. I was wearing really tight jeans and Owen had shorts on. Then Derek was standing at the door, looking surprised. “Hey, James...this is some place.”
I stood up and went and hugged him really tight to make him feel welcome. I said into his ear, “Yes, my boyfriend has too much money. But his cock is almost as big as yours.”
Derek laughed and we turned and came in. Owen stood up and took Derek's outstretched hand and to my amazement, kissed it. Derek laughed and bowed. I was struck by how young he seemed, even though I knew he was more or less our age. But he had an almost adolescent feel to him.
I got him a drink and we all sat on the giant sofa. I was nervous, I realized. That never happens to me, but it does happen when I'm really excited. And I was. Finally, I decided to take charge. “So, Derek. You and I had some fun the other night...I was hoping we could do it all again.”
Derek looked happy and said, “That would be awesome...I liked fucking you. A lot.”
“Well the feeling is mutual. Why don't you take those pants off and show us what you're offering?”
He stood up as if he did it all the time. He undid his jeans and slid them down. He was wearing really skimpy briefs that didn't even come close to holding his cock which was already distending the fabric. His balls were almost hanging out.
Owen said, “Very nice, Derek. Come over here so I can get a taste.”
Derek moved over to Owen who pulled his crotch to his face and drove his nose into his briefs, sliding them off at the back and massaging his muscular glutes. I decided to watch for a while since I wanted to see what Owen might want to do with this guy.
Owen pulled Derek's briefs all the down and Derek stepped out of them. He had a really lovely body with nice restrained muscles everywhere, and trimmed reddish pubic hair that Owen was exploring with his mouth. His dick was big. Almost out of proportion with his body. It reminded me of Mark's which made me happy because I loved Mark's cock and had always wished I could see more of it.
I pulled off my jeans and shirt and got down beside Owen and we took turns sucking this amazing tool, sucking on his beautiful nuts and when he pushed his cock deep in our throats, we tried to take it.
Then Owen got up and stood beside Derek and they fed me the end of their cocks while they kissed. I was getting a little crazy and I wanted to get a load or two to get this party started, so I started to jack them both while my mouth alternated on the heads. I looked up and their kisses were deep with lots of tongue and Owen was making little grunting noises which I knew meant he was getting close, and sooner than I would have thought. This was turning him on as much as it was me.
When he came it was sudden and explosive and he leaned his head back and cum spurted in my mouth. Derek watched as his dick emptied into me, slowly jacking his own. He said, “Now I get to fuck you, right?” He was looking at me.
I got us and extended my hand to both of them. “You can fuck both of us.”
I led them into the bedroom and Derek pushed us down onto our backs. He got in between my legs and pushed that lovely instrument into my ass and he went for it. No hesitations. He thrust really deep and kept going, his strong hips pounding me. Then he pulled out and moved over to Owen and did the same thing, this time bending down for a moment and meeting Owen's mouth and tongue with his own.
He alternated between us, getting faster and harder each time he switched. At one point, pulling out of Owen he leaned down and licked Owen's chest and sucked on his nipple then looked up and said, “Fuck me with that cock of yours. I want to feel it, not just see it.”
He got on all fours with his ass facing Owen who, without hesitation, got up and fed his cock into Derek, sliding right in and, putting his hands on Derek's shoulders, started to slowly drive his cock deep. I love it when Owen goes slow and it was clear that Derek was into it. He started to moan really softly and I could tell his was fisting that beautiful dick of his. It was so beautiful, I wanted to taste it, so I got underneath him and he started to fuck my face in time with Owen.
As much as I loved the dirty, outdoor version of this guy, the indoor version of him making me choke on his length was even better. Owen's pace got a little faster and I could feel the impact of his body against Derek's.
As always, I wanted more, so I slid out from under Derek and kissed him as Owen fucked him, then I said, “I think it's my turn to fuck the new guy.”
Derek laughed and pulled himself away from Owen and got on his back, wrapped his legs around my torso and sliding his ass closer to me. His hole was gaping where Owen had been and I couldn't resist so I leaned down and had a taste before I sat up and drove my dick deep. I gripped Derek's legs and went decided to let him have all of me. I pulled almost out of him and then slammed in, and again, and I gripped his knees even harder and fucked even faster. I could feel my balls slapping the cheeks of his ass.
But Derek was distracted by a mouth full of Owen who was fucking his face almost as forcefully. I leaned over and bit Owen's bottom lip and tasted blood, mixing it together with his spit as I kissed him. Owen likes it when I get rough and I could tell he was getting a little crazy because he pulled out of Derek's mouth and started to jerk off in his face, and with a big gasp, he poured cum all over Derek's cheeks and mouth. I leaned down and licked as much as I could, but my own orgasm was almost there, so I sat back and thrust even harder, trying to reach the peak and just missing, then fucking even harder a few times and there I was, an amazing wave flowing over my body and I could feel myself emptying into him.
Derek was madly fisting his cock and he almost yelled as his cock exploded up to his open mouth, and splashing his chin, a final spurt landing his chest. I licked up a little and then fell on my side, exhausted. The three of us caught our breath for a while.
Then Derek pulled Owen to him and they kissed really softly and I joined them. It felt really nice and although this would be no Mark/Sam/Goran thing, the three of us – at least for the moment – felt really close and comfortable. In fact, I didn't want what Owen's brother had. I was a one guy guy, at least emotionally. I really didn't understand how the three of them worked, but it wasn't my problem.
We fell asleep after I got everyone some water, and Derek curled up around us like a little kid. Despite his age, he was a little kid, I realized. Naive and adventurous at the same time. I woke up a few hours later and Owen was fucking him, fucking him again in that slow intense way and I got behind Owen and fed him my cock and joined the slow boat. It felt really nice and we fucked for ages, occasionally changing places so that Derek fucked me and Owen fucked Derek and finally, after what seemed like hours, I came really intensely into Derek's ass and Owen filled me with cum. It seemed that way anyway because I could feel it leaking out of me for the rest of the night.
Derek pulled himself out of bed just after dawn and I said, “At this hour?”
He looked guilty. “Yeah. I gotta work.”
“Well let me send you off properly.”
I pulled him on top of me and his cock slid into my mouth and he seemed to know what I wanted, because he fucked my face hard and fast, holding my head for traction. I could feel his cock pushing into my throat, over and over and I could hardly breathe. His body smelled earthy and a little ripe but really sexy and I jerked off while he fucked my face until, with a sharp gasp, he filled my mouth with cum. I quickly sat up and shared it with him and I sent him off with a big, salty kiss.
He looked wistfully at the bed, put his clothes on and slipped out of the condo. I fell back and leaned against Owen. “That sounded fun.”
I laughed. “Yes, it was. He's a sweet guy. We'll have to do this again some time.”
“But not for a while. I want you all to myself for some time.” I had to agree. Having a third is really fun, but the two of us on our own was even better.
We got up a few hours later and had a lazy breakfast on the couch and watched a stupid movie. It was so nice to just be with Owen on the sofa, just in our underwear and not think about much. We didn't fuck, we didn't have conversations, we didn't even kiss all that much. Just lay there, my head on his chest, and were together.
At some point, unbidden, unexpected, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were true, I looked into his face and ran my hand over his jaw and said, “We should have kids.”
I know when Owen is surprised because he gets this look. His eyebrows raise, his forehead gets all wrinkled and his mouth opens a little. “What? What? You want kids...?”
“That's what I said.” I couldn't figure out why it was so startling. Well, that's not exactly true, but he knew that I was not the guy he always thought I was. I was not the guy I always thought I was. But nevertheless.
“How many?”
“What do you mean, how many?”
“I mean...like one? Six?”
“I don't know. I have't got that far. Maybe two?” I realized I hadn't thought any further than the fact of wanting kids. The rest was hazy.
He cleared his throat and sat up. “So you, James, the guy who has been carrying placards that say, 'I'm beholden to no one but myself' wants to devote his life to children? Did I get that right?”
I felt chastened. Changing is hard, isn't it? “Yes. That's right. I want kids, for fuck's sake. Is it that complicated.”
He pulled me in and embraced me with both arms tight around me, which he knows I love. “No, James. It's not complicated at all.” He kissed me very chastely then said, “So we're going to have kids. That's settled.”
I realized I was taken aback. Are decisions like these that easy? Is it really that possible? I looked into his eyes and all I saw was openness and clarity. There's something in their DNA because those brothers – Sam and Owen - are so...themselves. And open to themselves and to what the world brings them or offers them. It's really quite amazing.
After a moment, Owen said, “But just to be clear, we're not having kids like, tomorrow, or something? I mean it will be later, when we're more settled?”
I could hear the slight note of trepidation in his voice. “Of course, Owen, in a few years.”
But I was clear about this. For once and for reasons that eluded me, I felt very sure. It was a very nice feeling indeed.
