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Do that 2 me 1 more time
Hey,
As 2010 comes to an end -- I thought it was time to dust this one off -- and share a story that I feel very close to. Not only because of the characters, but because of a dear friend who "planted the seed" that grew into this "date night".
I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
As 2010 comes to an end -- I thought it was time to dust this one off -- and share a story that I feel very close to. Not only because of the characters, but because of a dear friend who "planted the seed" that grew into this "date night".
I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A Night at the Movies
We had worked for the same company for around a year now. He was on a different floor, but I’d see him in the building, and always noticed his bright smile, sexy walk, nice ass. He’d always say hi in the elevator even before we were introduced. One day, I said, “Hi – I’m Matt, I work on the 4th Floor”, and tentatively outstretched my hand. He cracked that big smile and said – “Nice to meet you, finally, I’m Patrick – I’m in IT on 6.”
I got off on my floor, dying to look back. The guy really knew how to fill out a pair of jeans. I wondered if he’d like to go for coffee some time. Did I dare ask? Would he get upset at the prospect of a guy asking him “out” – or was he wondering the same thing.
He didn’t really hide the fact that he was looking me over – and he always tried to make small talk – but never about going on dates – or commenting on the hot women in the building.
He was so much like me, yet so different. Same 6 feet of height – same light coloring, a bit darker hair than me – and his brown eyes much more different than my blue ones. He was tall, but not too thin, a bit heavier than me, actually, with long arms and even longer legs, and the most awesome smile – just the kinda guy you see when you close your eyes at night.
I had first noticed him at the Summer Picnic -- Kinda hard to miss at tall, lean guy that knew how to carry himself, and such a nice smile, and wasn’t afraid to look a guy in the eye when he talked to you. Poolside was the perfect place -- I kept my eye on him and when he pulled off his tee shirt to take a dip, he showed me that everything I had imagined was true. His light brown hair, his sweet brown eyes, and a walk that called to me - he wasn’t to be overlooked. Nice muscular shoulders, long arms. lightly furred, just right pecs, and good sized nipples with swirls of hair around them. A nice patch of hair across his chest, a bit thicker in the middle, made the upper half just perfect - and the happy trail, wider and full just below his belly button disappeared into his stylish “baggies” – which showed off his muscular and hairy legs, almost has hairy as mine. His 6 foot frame got a lot of attention when the shirt came off and he hit the water. He must have been on the swim team in College, because to say he swam like a fish – would be an understatement. His size 12 feet and big hands must have made it easier for him. The chicks talked to him a lot - he seemed to like the attention, but he didn’t have a girlfriend, and he never had lunch with any of the girls in our building – at least not that I could tell.
Now that the Holidays were over, I decided that this was a good a time as any to go for it. I hadn’t been on a real date since Labor Day – and she gave a lousy blow job – and really had little experience, she said I was too big , so it wasn’t the best fuck I ever had and I figured I’d have a better time with Patrick. So after four months of small talk – I thought – what’s the worst he could say? No! When I ran into him in the Lunch Room on a Tuesday, I figured it was as good a time as any to ask about Friday night.
“Hey, have you seen that new movie that came out last week? I heard it’s pretty good.” “No I haven’t,” Patrick said, and quickly added – “but I really want to see it.” In my best “don’t really care” voices – I say- “Want to see it on Friday, or are you busy?” “Oh, Friday sounds great,” he answered quickly, and “no, I’m not busy, you silly boy.” Oh, silly boy, I thought, that’s a bit odd – but got me wondering whether he was thinking this could be more than just two guys catching a flick. Right then I could feel the pressure of my cock pressing against my zipper.
We made plans to meet at the theater – I knew he lived nearby – but I didn’t want to ask if I should pick him up – being our first meeting outside of work. Whatever, happened afterwards, we could always take two cars.
I left the office an hour early – so I could stop home – clean up and change - I’d be sitting close to him and wanted to be sure I made a good impression.
When I arrived at the front of the theater, he was already there. He had changed too, and he looked great. His now shiny brown wavy locks were gelled and looked good, his stonewashed Levi’s and his tan Polo shirt set off his coloring well, and his warm big eyes were as sparking as ever. I thought, hmmmm, he seems happy to be here!! I know I was.
The movie was really good, as we had heard, but I had a hard time concentrating on it – with the occasional brush of our forearms, and the two times our knees accidentally touched. The second time, he was real slow about moving his leg away. Not to mention, the hard time taking place in my pants. A couple of times, Patrick seemed a little squirmy. Twice, I caught him reaching down and “adjusting” things - the second time he seemed kinda uncomfortable, flexing his hips up outta the seat and tugging on his pants. I wondered whether he wanted me to see - it’s not like he could hide all that, with our eyes well adjusted to the darkness in the theater, and the occasional brighter flashes of light from the screen illuminating most of our row.
Before the movie ended – he turned, put his hand on my shoulder and said, this is really good, I’m glad you asked me to see it with you. I always love science fiction flicks, but having Patrick right next to me – made it really great.
As we walked out of the theater, he surprised me again. It’s early, he says; want to come over to my place for a bit? Ummm.. sure, I said – my heart pounding in my chest. I’ll follow you if you promise not to lose me in traffic. Oh, no way would I do that, he said. I’ll make damn sure you get there.
His roommate was out – He’s sleeping over his girlfriend’s house for the weekend, Patrick said. We can watch the TV in my room. Oh man, this was more than I hoped for – I could barely answer – okay – that’s good. I slipped off my shoes and sat on the bed, using the headboard for a back support – while Patrick popped in a DVD –he mumbled - “there’s not much on TV tonight – is a vid okay?” “Sure”, I said, whatever you want. Suddenly, the screen is filled with hot guys and hard cocks – and he says, “You don’t mind do you?” “Oh, no – I don’t mind – you watch this lot?” I barely get the words out. Yeah, says Patrick, I do.
With that he climbed onto the bed and sat very close to me – putting his hand on my thigh. “I know you date chicks, Matt, but I figured you enjoy a guy’s company too. I hope you’re not offended.” “Offended? No, no. I wouldn’t have asked you to the flick if…..” “Oh – okay, that’s great,” he finished my sentence for me. Hey, these guys are hot, eh? I like the blonde guy – how about you? They’re both nice, and I reached over, turned his head by the chin, and planted one right on his hot lips. He wrapped one arm around my neck - shoved his tongue down my throat and started rubbing my crotch with his free hand. This was going way better than I ever dreamed !!!
I returned the favor, and began rubbing his crotch but just over his jeans. He was fully hard and seemed uncomfortable. "Wait while I get these off"he said, and in a flash, the jeans were on the floor – The Polo whipped over his head and was sent half way across the room. Seeing his furry chest that close made my heart pound so fast, I thought I could not breathe. "You want to get comfortable?" He asked. 'Sure", I answered as I yanked my shirt over my head and flung it to the floor. I worked my jeans down and kicked them off toward the bottom of the bed while my hard throbbing cock tented my boxers.
I reached over and stuck my hand in his shorts while we kissed some more. He had an unbelievable amount of pre cum already – and I pulled his boxers down to see his big cut cock leaking more precum. As I rubbed it over his big cock head, he began to moan, kissing me even harder, and almost biting my lower lip. I took a detour down over his hefty ballsac - gently massaging his nuts and tugging down from the base of his cock – which caused him to flex his big pole and leak more pre-cum. Before moving back up his shaft – I pulled down at the base of his cock, putting pressure on the head – and I thought he was gonna shoot right then, he flexed his cock – dripping like a leaky faucet – and moaned don’t stop…. Thrusting his hips upward again like he was fucking my hand. I passed my hand, ever so lightly over the hair on his inner thigh – and watched his cock flexing with anticipation. He took my hand in his, and gestured with an up and down motion over his cock – and said - “right here babe” – so I knew he wanted more. I was glad he was cut like me – not that I would have minded otherwise – but he was everything I hoped for.
As much as I wanted to play with that cock, I wanted to suck it first, so I moved from kissing his lips to licking his nips – and flicked the distended nipples with my hot tongue. I had one hand on his cock while I tasted his entire torso - working my way south past his belly button while he thrust his hips upward - which seemed to be begging me to swallow his cock with my warm wet mouth. I moved slowly at first - but with his hand at the back of my head, and his hips lifting up off the bed. I went straight for the pole. Shortly after, the soft moans told me I was doing a good job. After a while, I’m dripping so much pre-cum myself – I didn’t think I was gonna last much longer when he said - stop a minute – I think you need some attention there.
He guided me by the shoulders - back against the pillows – and dove directly for my throbbing cock. His tongue sent me into space, the way he worked it over my cockhead before deep throating almost all of it. He may not have had much experience, but he knew what he was doing; now it was my hips jumping off the bed to meet his hot wet mouth as he pushed me closer and closer toward uncontrollable shivers and the impending gusher of man cream.
A man knows what a man wants – so I figured I’d do what feels good for me – and hope he likes it too – and I grabbed his big pole and made small circles and gentle up and down touches with my middle finger on the underside of his big cock head – and his reaction told me I was doing it right. His previously huge nut sack was now retracted quite a bit – and if his cock got any harder, I think it would have exploded. I told him to lay back – and I picked up the pace and he continued to moan until I could see his abdomen tighten up – his cock stiffen again, and heard the faint - “I’m gonna cum”….as he let got shot after shot of hot man cream – whitewashing his chest and abs, and most of the rest on his furry happy trial and the last bit over my hand - which I used to rub his cock head, and shaft while his panting slowed down and his body began to relax.
He gave me another kiss, whispered - oh fuck, man, that was great, and kinda half rolled me over on his side – while he “spooned” his body behind mine – his still hard cock pressing against my ass. He reached around and grabbed my hard and wet cock and planted little kisses on my neck and shoulder while he began slowly rubbing my cock. “Your turn, he whispered, you’ve been so patient.” It was all I could do to keep from coming – as soon as he touched me – but I was determined to “make it last” at least a while, as I had dreamed about this moment for a long time.
He intuitively knew how to make a man feel good. He threw his leg over my thigh as he reached over and jacked my cock. He stayed hard the whole time – and feeling his big cock against my ass -- made it all the better. You’re so big, he said -- You’ve got nice hands - I answered. And he worked my cock with slow, deliberate strokes, at first, sliding a finger over the head to spread some pre-cum over it – and back down the shaft - up and down - from slow to fast – until he knew I was on the edge. Don’t stop, I said, I can’t hold back – and as he grabbed my shaft with a full fist and jacked faster and faster. “Right there – I said – don’t stop now, I’m gonna blow” so I turned to get over on my back - and 6 strokes later I felt the twinge deep inside, knew that there was no more waiting, and like a fire hose under pressure --I shot wads of hot cum on my tummy, over my happy trail and the last of it trickled down over his long fingers on his big left hand.
We laid there for quite a while – he ran his fingers over my thigh and crotch, and I rolled toward him so that I could kiss him while our cocks touched, and I wrapped my leg over his. He completed the full body hug by wrapping his big arms around my shoulders and pulling me against him. Thanks, he whispered, that was great, and we kissed once again.
I gathered up my clothes and went into the bathroom to clean up. When I got back Pat was sitting on the bed with only his boxers on. ‘It’s pretty late,” I said, as I took in the sexy thighs, trimmed in blue plaid shorts, I caught a glimpse of the outline of his cock pressing against his shorts. “I should go, it’s getting late” – I didn’t want those words coming out of my mouth – but I had to say something. Patrick got up and walked with me towards the front door. “Thanks for asking me to the movie”, he said. “We should do that again”. I said. “We can find something new – or we could rent a flick – and stay in.” I added. I hoped he would agree. “Yeah, that’s good”, he said, “I’m always up for the new releases on DVD. That way, we can make our own popcorn.” With that he wrapped his big arms around my shoulders to give me a kiss goodnight. God, the feeling of his almost bear hug was amazing, his hot mouth locked with mine – his tongue, making mine all “tingly”, pressing against mine. As our bodies touched, I could feel his hard cock against mine. “You could stay the night, you know?” Pat practically whispered in my ear. “Come on, I’ll keep you warm”. With that, he turned my shoulder away from the door, took me by the hand and led me back to his bed. This time, he stayed on my side of the bed and began unbuckling my belt, pulled my zipper down, and tugged on my jeans as I pulled off my shirt again. The chill in the room made my nipples hard, and that wasn’t the only thing getting hard again tonight. This night was turning out to be way better than a night at the movies.
I got off on my floor, dying to look back. The guy really knew how to fill out a pair of jeans. I wondered if he’d like to go for coffee some time. Did I dare ask? Would he get upset at the prospect of a guy asking him “out” – or was he wondering the same thing.
He didn’t really hide the fact that he was looking me over – and he always tried to make small talk – but never about going on dates – or commenting on the hot women in the building.
He was so much like me, yet so different. Same 6 feet of height – same light coloring, a bit darker hair than me – and his brown eyes much more different than my blue ones. He was tall, but not too thin, a bit heavier than me, actually, with long arms and even longer legs, and the most awesome smile – just the kinda guy you see when you close your eyes at night.
I had first noticed him at the Summer Picnic -- Kinda hard to miss at tall, lean guy that knew how to carry himself, and such a nice smile, and wasn’t afraid to look a guy in the eye when he talked to you. Poolside was the perfect place -- I kept my eye on him and when he pulled off his tee shirt to take a dip, he showed me that everything I had imagined was true. His light brown hair, his sweet brown eyes, and a walk that called to me - he wasn’t to be overlooked. Nice muscular shoulders, long arms. lightly furred, just right pecs, and good sized nipples with swirls of hair around them. A nice patch of hair across his chest, a bit thicker in the middle, made the upper half just perfect - and the happy trail, wider and full just below his belly button disappeared into his stylish “baggies” – which showed off his muscular and hairy legs, almost has hairy as mine. His 6 foot frame got a lot of attention when the shirt came off and he hit the water. He must have been on the swim team in College, because to say he swam like a fish – would be an understatement. His size 12 feet and big hands must have made it easier for him. The chicks talked to him a lot - he seemed to like the attention, but he didn’t have a girlfriend, and he never had lunch with any of the girls in our building – at least not that I could tell.
Now that the Holidays were over, I decided that this was a good a time as any to go for it. I hadn’t been on a real date since Labor Day – and she gave a lousy blow job – and really had little experience, she said I was too big , so it wasn’t the best fuck I ever had and I figured I’d have a better time with Patrick. So after four months of small talk – I thought – what’s the worst he could say? No! When I ran into him in the Lunch Room on a Tuesday, I figured it was as good a time as any to ask about Friday night.
“Hey, have you seen that new movie that came out last week? I heard it’s pretty good.” “No I haven’t,” Patrick said, and quickly added – “but I really want to see it.” In my best “don’t really care” voices – I say- “Want to see it on Friday, or are you busy?” “Oh, Friday sounds great,” he answered quickly, and “no, I’m not busy, you silly boy.” Oh, silly boy, I thought, that’s a bit odd – but got me wondering whether he was thinking this could be more than just two guys catching a flick. Right then I could feel the pressure of my cock pressing against my zipper.
We made plans to meet at the theater – I knew he lived nearby – but I didn’t want to ask if I should pick him up – being our first meeting outside of work. Whatever, happened afterwards, we could always take two cars.
I left the office an hour early – so I could stop home – clean up and change - I’d be sitting close to him and wanted to be sure I made a good impression.
When I arrived at the front of the theater, he was already there. He had changed too, and he looked great. His now shiny brown wavy locks were gelled and looked good, his stonewashed Levi’s and his tan Polo shirt set off his coloring well, and his warm big eyes were as sparking as ever. I thought, hmmmm, he seems happy to be here!! I know I was.
The movie was really good, as we had heard, but I had a hard time concentrating on it – with the occasional brush of our forearms, and the two times our knees accidentally touched. The second time, he was real slow about moving his leg away. Not to mention, the hard time taking place in my pants. A couple of times, Patrick seemed a little squirmy. Twice, I caught him reaching down and “adjusting” things - the second time he seemed kinda uncomfortable, flexing his hips up outta the seat and tugging on his pants. I wondered whether he wanted me to see - it’s not like he could hide all that, with our eyes well adjusted to the darkness in the theater, and the occasional brighter flashes of light from the screen illuminating most of our row.
Before the movie ended – he turned, put his hand on my shoulder and said, this is really good, I’m glad you asked me to see it with you. I always love science fiction flicks, but having Patrick right next to me – made it really great.
As we walked out of the theater, he surprised me again. It’s early, he says; want to come over to my place for a bit? Ummm.. sure, I said – my heart pounding in my chest. I’ll follow you if you promise not to lose me in traffic. Oh, no way would I do that, he said. I’ll make damn sure you get there.
His roommate was out – He’s sleeping over his girlfriend’s house for the weekend, Patrick said. We can watch the TV in my room. Oh man, this was more than I hoped for – I could barely answer – okay – that’s good. I slipped off my shoes and sat on the bed, using the headboard for a back support – while Patrick popped in a DVD –he mumbled - “there’s not much on TV tonight – is a vid okay?” “Sure”, I said, whatever you want. Suddenly, the screen is filled with hot guys and hard cocks – and he says, “You don’t mind do you?” “Oh, no – I don’t mind – you watch this lot?” I barely get the words out. Yeah, says Patrick, I do.
With that he climbed onto the bed and sat very close to me – putting his hand on my thigh. “I know you date chicks, Matt, but I figured you enjoy a guy’s company too. I hope you’re not offended.” “Offended? No, no. I wouldn’t have asked you to the flick if…..” “Oh – okay, that’s great,” he finished my sentence for me. Hey, these guys are hot, eh? I like the blonde guy – how about you? They’re both nice, and I reached over, turned his head by the chin, and planted one right on his hot lips. He wrapped one arm around my neck - shoved his tongue down my throat and started rubbing my crotch with his free hand. This was going way better than I ever dreamed !!!
I returned the favor, and began rubbing his crotch but just over his jeans. He was fully hard and seemed uncomfortable. "Wait while I get these off"he said, and in a flash, the jeans were on the floor – The Polo whipped over his head and was sent half way across the room. Seeing his furry chest that close made my heart pound so fast, I thought I could not breathe. "You want to get comfortable?" He asked. 'Sure", I answered as I yanked my shirt over my head and flung it to the floor. I worked my jeans down and kicked them off toward the bottom of the bed while my hard throbbing cock tented my boxers.
I reached over and stuck my hand in his shorts while we kissed some more. He had an unbelievable amount of pre cum already – and I pulled his boxers down to see his big cut cock leaking more precum. As I rubbed it over his big cock head, he began to moan, kissing me even harder, and almost biting my lower lip. I took a detour down over his hefty ballsac - gently massaging his nuts and tugging down from the base of his cock – which caused him to flex his big pole and leak more pre-cum. Before moving back up his shaft – I pulled down at the base of his cock, putting pressure on the head – and I thought he was gonna shoot right then, he flexed his cock – dripping like a leaky faucet – and moaned don’t stop…. Thrusting his hips upward again like he was fucking my hand. I passed my hand, ever so lightly over the hair on his inner thigh – and watched his cock flexing with anticipation. He took my hand in his, and gestured with an up and down motion over his cock – and said - “right here babe” – so I knew he wanted more. I was glad he was cut like me – not that I would have minded otherwise – but he was everything I hoped for.
As much as I wanted to play with that cock, I wanted to suck it first, so I moved from kissing his lips to licking his nips – and flicked the distended nipples with my hot tongue. I had one hand on his cock while I tasted his entire torso - working my way south past his belly button while he thrust his hips upward - which seemed to be begging me to swallow his cock with my warm wet mouth. I moved slowly at first - but with his hand at the back of my head, and his hips lifting up off the bed. I went straight for the pole. Shortly after, the soft moans told me I was doing a good job. After a while, I’m dripping so much pre-cum myself – I didn’t think I was gonna last much longer when he said - stop a minute – I think you need some attention there.
He guided me by the shoulders - back against the pillows – and dove directly for my throbbing cock. His tongue sent me into space, the way he worked it over my cockhead before deep throating almost all of it. He may not have had much experience, but he knew what he was doing; now it was my hips jumping off the bed to meet his hot wet mouth as he pushed me closer and closer toward uncontrollable shivers and the impending gusher of man cream.
A man knows what a man wants – so I figured I’d do what feels good for me – and hope he likes it too – and I grabbed his big pole and made small circles and gentle up and down touches with my middle finger on the underside of his big cock head – and his reaction told me I was doing it right. His previously huge nut sack was now retracted quite a bit – and if his cock got any harder, I think it would have exploded. I told him to lay back – and I picked up the pace and he continued to moan until I could see his abdomen tighten up – his cock stiffen again, and heard the faint - “I’m gonna cum”….as he let got shot after shot of hot man cream – whitewashing his chest and abs, and most of the rest on his furry happy trial and the last bit over my hand - which I used to rub his cock head, and shaft while his panting slowed down and his body began to relax.
He gave me another kiss, whispered - oh fuck, man, that was great, and kinda half rolled me over on his side – while he “spooned” his body behind mine – his still hard cock pressing against my ass. He reached around and grabbed my hard and wet cock and planted little kisses on my neck and shoulder while he began slowly rubbing my cock. “Your turn, he whispered, you’ve been so patient.” It was all I could do to keep from coming – as soon as he touched me – but I was determined to “make it last” at least a while, as I had dreamed about this moment for a long time.
He intuitively knew how to make a man feel good. He threw his leg over my thigh as he reached over and jacked my cock. He stayed hard the whole time – and feeling his big cock against my ass -- made it all the better. You’re so big, he said -- You’ve got nice hands - I answered. And he worked my cock with slow, deliberate strokes, at first, sliding a finger over the head to spread some pre-cum over it – and back down the shaft - up and down - from slow to fast – until he knew I was on the edge. Don’t stop, I said, I can’t hold back – and as he grabbed my shaft with a full fist and jacked faster and faster. “Right there – I said – don’t stop now, I’m gonna blow” so I turned to get over on my back - and 6 strokes later I felt the twinge deep inside, knew that there was no more waiting, and like a fire hose under pressure --I shot wads of hot cum on my tummy, over my happy trail and the last of it trickled down over his long fingers on his big left hand.
We laid there for quite a while – he ran his fingers over my thigh and crotch, and I rolled toward him so that I could kiss him while our cocks touched, and I wrapped my leg over his. He completed the full body hug by wrapping his big arms around my shoulders and pulling me against him. Thanks, he whispered, that was great, and we kissed once again.
I gathered up my clothes and went into the bathroom to clean up. When I got back Pat was sitting on the bed with only his boxers on. ‘It’s pretty late,” I said, as I took in the sexy thighs, trimmed in blue plaid shorts, I caught a glimpse of the outline of his cock pressing against his shorts. “I should go, it’s getting late” – I didn’t want those words coming out of my mouth – but I had to say something. Patrick got up and walked with me towards the front door. “Thanks for asking me to the movie”, he said. “We should do that again”. I said. “We can find something new – or we could rent a flick – and stay in.” I added. I hoped he would agree. “Yeah, that’s good”, he said, “I’m always up for the new releases on DVD. That way, we can make our own popcorn.” With that he wrapped his big arms around my shoulders to give me a kiss goodnight. God, the feeling of his almost bear hug was amazing, his hot mouth locked with mine – his tongue, making mine all “tingly”, pressing against mine. As our bodies touched, I could feel his hard cock against mine. “You could stay the night, you know?” Pat practically whispered in my ear. “Come on, I’ll keep you warm”. With that, he turned my shoulder away from the door, took me by the hand and led me back to his bed. This time, he stayed on my side of the bed and began unbuckling my belt, pulled my zipper down, and tugged on my jeans as I pulled off my shirt again. The chill in the room made my nipples hard, and that wasn’t the only thing getting hard again tonight. This night was turning out to be way better than a night at the movies.
