Brilliant, tender story, AG. Joey and Steve's friendship is blossoming into love. Very tender and moving. You have a natural touch, that I really admire. Keep up the great work. BC
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Aquatic Anxiety
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Now that the initial storm of uncertainty is winding down, it seems there are brighter new days in the forecast for "our" guys. Yeah, we're adopting them! 
Deftly written, with just the right touches, AG! Definitely hoping for More!
Thank You, bud!!
Chaz
Deftly written, with just the right touches, AG! Definitely hoping for More!
Thank You, bud!!
Chaz
Your knack for writing has my dick leaking pre...........gonna HAVE to finish what you started.......again....... 
What an awesome compliment, BC! Thank you so much! Yeah, I'm digging how close the two of them are becoming. They seem to have gotten past all their bad history back in high school, and just like the storm of the story has blown away, so has that bad history, leading to new chances for a happier future!
Now that the initial storm of uncertainty is winding down, it seems there are brighter new days in the forecast for "our" guys. Yeah, we're adopting them!
Deftly written, with just the right touches, AG! Definitely hoping for More!
Thank You, bud!!
Chaz
You're welcome, Chaz! Super glad you're enjoying the story! Yes, there is a bit less uncertainty, but the guys still have lots to discover about themselves. I'm glad you're a part of witnessing the story of their discovery unfolding! They've still got a ways to go...
Your knack for writing has my dick leaking pre...........gonna HAVE to finish what you started.......again.......
Hahah, mission accomplished again! Get ready, there's plenty more where that came from!
Part 17
Steve and I wake up to the sunlight pouring into his bedroom window. He turns around in bed to face me. “Morning, bud.”
I smile and muster the energy to reply. “Good morning, Steve.”
He reaches a hand up to my upper arm and caresses it. “How’d you sleep?”
I yawn and turn my head to exhale away from his face. “Pretty good, actually. How about you?”
“Fantastic. I always sleep better when I have someone nearby.”
I gently rub his cheek. “Well, I’m glad I could help you sleep better.”
He turns and rests on his back and yawns. “I guess we should get up.” He flips the sheets over and stands up, exposing his body. He’s got quite the morning wood going on, which my eyes are instantly magnetized to. He looks down and chuckles. “Well, looks like I’m already up.”
I nod. “Still got some horniness left over from last night, I see.” I can feel my own dick starting to harden. I push the sheets down and reveal my semi. “I’m not that far behind.” I wrap a hand around my shaft and jerk off a bit to get it really hard. “Perhaps we should take care of these.”
He makes an evil grin. “I like the way you think.” He reaches down and starts jerking himself off.
I push the bedsheets down further. “Sit down. I want to try something.” He does as I say, and I hoist myself up and straddle him. I bring our hard dicks together and start jerking them both off with one hand. He throws his head back in pleasure as I press and massage our shafts together. I look up at him and we make eye contact. “Like how that feels?” He nods, his mouth slightly agape. He starts lightly thrusting his shaft in and out of my hand, and the sensation of his dick rubbing against mine feels amazing. I follow his lead, and we both start simultaneously fucking my hand as I grip our meats together. His thrusting increases in speed and intensity as he nears orgasm and starts shooting cum all over his chest and abs. I release his dick and pound furiously at mine, wiping some of the cum off his chest to use as lube. Soon after, I shoot my own wad to mix with his. I run my hand up and down his thigh as he does the same. I lean forward and kiss him, being careful not to rest my cum-soaked hand on the bed.
I orient myself upright once again, and he looks down at the mess on his torso. “Shit, now I’m the one that needs a towel.”
“Want me to get you one from the bathroom?”
“Nah, I’ll just use the one we used last night.”
I stand up and bend over to pick it up off the floor, then hand it to him. He wipes off the mess, then stands up next to me. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Go right ahead; I won’t stop you. I just wish I had brought a change of clothes.”
He looks out the window. “Well, the weather has calmed down enough that we can head to your place if you want.” He walks over to the switch by the door and flips it, causing the light to come on. “And the power’s back!”
“That sounds fine. We can go to my place after you shower.”
“Cool; I’ll try to be quick.”
With that, he disappears around the corner and into the bathroom, and I hear the water turn on. I get dressed in the same clothes I was wearing yesterday and sit on the bed and wait for him to finish up. A few minutes later, I hear the water turn off, and he soon comes back to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He lets the towel fall to the floor as he gathers clean clothes and starts putting them on.
I lean back onto the bed and support myself with my hands. “Steve, you’ve got a really sexy body. You know that, right?”
He starts blushing. “Er, thanks bud. I’m glad you think so.” He pulls on a shirt. “You look really good, too.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. I can’t lie—once I saw you in your new Speedo for the first time, I couldn’t help but notice how good you looked in it. It felt weird to think about it or focus on it, but I couldn’t help it.”
“Well, I’m glad you like how it looks on me. It feels like hell on my balls.”
He laughs. “You’ll get used to it.”
He finishes getting dressed, and we walk to the kitchen and eat a quick breakfast. Soon after, he packs a change of clothes and we leave. I get in my car while he gets in his and we both drive to my place. Once we get there, he hangs out in the living room while I shower and put on a fresh set of clothes. I walk back out to the living room, and he looks up at me as he’s sitting on the couch. “Feel better?”
“Much better.”
“Awesome.” He stretches his arms. “Man, it feels so weird being off on a Saturday.”
I nod. “It does. Hopefully the next meet doesn’t get cancelled because of weather.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed that it doesn’t.” He turns his head and glances out the window. “Looks like the dark clouds are piling up again.”
I look out the window. “Yep. Here’s hoping this storm won’t be as bad as the one yesterday.”
And sure enough, it isn’t. The power doesn’t even get knocked out. I know I lost power here yesterday because I have to reset the clocks in the kitchen. We hang out and play games, watch a movie, and just sit and talk, taking breaks here and there to eat lunch and dinner. It’s so nice hanging out with him for the whole day, and it helps that he’s becoming more affectionate with me. I still don’t know what it all means for the long run, but I try not focusing on it, and try concentrating on the here and now instead.
The time comes for us to go to bed. We both head to the bedroom and I turn off all the lights save for the bedside lamp to create an intimate atmosphere. We take turns removing an article of clothing from each other. We finally get down to our underwear. He slips off my boxers and lets gravity take them the rest of the way to the floor. I step out of them, then hook a thumb under the waistband of his boxer briefs and do the same. Now naked again, we pull each other into a tight embrace, our semi-hard dicks pressed against one another. I’m still in total disbelief that the two of us are even doing this, but I try to forget all that and focus on what’s happening right in front of me, not trying to question it.
The temptation is strong with the two of us standing naked in front of one another, so I decide to give in to it. I kneel down and take his dick in my mouth once more. It’s not fully hard, so I play a lot with his foreskin, flicking it around with my tongue. His member soon extends to its full length and I go to town, giving him the best damn blowjob I’m capable of. After a while, he gently guides me onto the bed and starts pleasuring me with his mouth, and we continue the rest of the night like that, taking turns licking and sucking on each other’s manhood. We both get closer and closer to orgasm, and we help each other arrive there. Our mutual orgasms help to ease us into sleep, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
* * * * *
We wake up the next morning and he accepts my invitation to stay for breakfast. I’m glad he decides to this time!
After we eat, I talk him into taking a shower together. We’ve showered enough times after swim lessons that it’s nothing new for us, but this time is different as we take breaks to kiss each other and soap one another up, especially around the cock-and-balls area. As I’m helping him rinse the soap suds off his body, I gently run my hand behind his ballsack and lightly probe his ass with my finger. The obviously novel sensation seems off-putting to him at first, but he seems to be really getting into it. Perhaps this is something we’ll need to try later.
Unfortunately, the time has come for our fun weekend together to end. We both relate to each other just how much fun we had this weekend and how much it meant to the two of us. But, we both still have our own lives and our own duties to tend to.
He stands at my door and we pull each other into a tight embrace. Both not wanting this time between us to end, even if temporarily, but knowing it has to come to a pause for the time being, we hold each other tight, and finally break our hug after what seems like an eternity. I plant a kiss on his lips. “Thanks for spending the weekend with me, Steve.”
He takes a deep breath. “It was nice—so much nicer than I ever thought would be possible. I’ll see you on Tuesday, bud.”
“See you then.”
With that, I open the door and allow him to leave this now intimate space we have created for each other. I watch as he walks to his car, gets in, and drives off, and finally close the door once I can no longer see him after he’s driven off in the distance. An intense feeling of sadness and emptiness fills my inner being now that he’s not here, but I assure myself that this is not the end.
Steve and I wake up to the sunlight pouring into his bedroom window. He turns around in bed to face me. “Morning, bud.”
I smile and muster the energy to reply. “Good morning, Steve.”
He reaches a hand up to my upper arm and caresses it. “How’d you sleep?”
I yawn and turn my head to exhale away from his face. “Pretty good, actually. How about you?”
“Fantastic. I always sleep better when I have someone nearby.”
I gently rub his cheek. “Well, I’m glad I could help you sleep better.”
He turns and rests on his back and yawns. “I guess we should get up.” He flips the sheets over and stands up, exposing his body. He’s got quite the morning wood going on, which my eyes are instantly magnetized to. He looks down and chuckles. “Well, looks like I’m already up.”
I nod. “Still got some horniness left over from last night, I see.” I can feel my own dick starting to harden. I push the sheets down and reveal my semi. “I’m not that far behind.” I wrap a hand around my shaft and jerk off a bit to get it really hard. “Perhaps we should take care of these.”
He makes an evil grin. “I like the way you think.” He reaches down and starts jerking himself off.
I push the bedsheets down further. “Sit down. I want to try something.” He does as I say, and I hoist myself up and straddle him. I bring our hard dicks together and start jerking them both off with one hand. He throws his head back in pleasure as I press and massage our shafts together. I look up at him and we make eye contact. “Like how that feels?” He nods, his mouth slightly agape. He starts lightly thrusting his shaft in and out of my hand, and the sensation of his dick rubbing against mine feels amazing. I follow his lead, and we both start simultaneously fucking my hand as I grip our meats together. His thrusting increases in speed and intensity as he nears orgasm and starts shooting cum all over his chest and abs. I release his dick and pound furiously at mine, wiping some of the cum off his chest to use as lube. Soon after, I shoot my own wad to mix with his. I run my hand up and down his thigh as he does the same. I lean forward and kiss him, being careful not to rest my cum-soaked hand on the bed.
I orient myself upright once again, and he looks down at the mess on his torso. “Shit, now I’m the one that needs a towel.”
“Want me to get you one from the bathroom?”
“Nah, I’ll just use the one we used last night.”
I stand up and bend over to pick it up off the floor, then hand it to him. He wipes off the mess, then stands up next to me. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Go right ahead; I won’t stop you. I just wish I had brought a change of clothes.”
He looks out the window. “Well, the weather has calmed down enough that we can head to your place if you want.” He walks over to the switch by the door and flips it, causing the light to come on. “And the power’s back!”
“That sounds fine. We can go to my place after you shower.”
“Cool; I’ll try to be quick.”
With that, he disappears around the corner and into the bathroom, and I hear the water turn on. I get dressed in the same clothes I was wearing yesterday and sit on the bed and wait for him to finish up. A few minutes later, I hear the water turn off, and he soon comes back to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He lets the towel fall to the floor as he gathers clean clothes and starts putting them on.
I lean back onto the bed and support myself with my hands. “Steve, you’ve got a really sexy body. You know that, right?”
He starts blushing. “Er, thanks bud. I’m glad you think so.” He pulls on a shirt. “You look really good, too.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. I can’t lie—once I saw you in your new Speedo for the first time, I couldn’t help but notice how good you looked in it. It felt weird to think about it or focus on it, but I couldn’t help it.”
“Well, I’m glad you like how it looks on me. It feels like hell on my balls.”
He laughs. “You’ll get used to it.”
He finishes getting dressed, and we walk to the kitchen and eat a quick breakfast. Soon after, he packs a change of clothes and we leave. I get in my car while he gets in his and we both drive to my place. Once we get there, he hangs out in the living room while I shower and put on a fresh set of clothes. I walk back out to the living room, and he looks up at me as he’s sitting on the couch. “Feel better?”
“Much better.”
“Awesome.” He stretches his arms. “Man, it feels so weird being off on a Saturday.”
I nod. “It does. Hopefully the next meet doesn’t get cancelled because of weather.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed that it doesn’t.” He turns his head and glances out the window. “Looks like the dark clouds are piling up again.”
I look out the window. “Yep. Here’s hoping this storm won’t be as bad as the one yesterday.”
And sure enough, it isn’t. The power doesn’t even get knocked out. I know I lost power here yesterday because I have to reset the clocks in the kitchen. We hang out and play games, watch a movie, and just sit and talk, taking breaks here and there to eat lunch and dinner. It’s so nice hanging out with him for the whole day, and it helps that he’s becoming more affectionate with me. I still don’t know what it all means for the long run, but I try not focusing on it, and try concentrating on the here and now instead.
The time comes for us to go to bed. We both head to the bedroom and I turn off all the lights save for the bedside lamp to create an intimate atmosphere. We take turns removing an article of clothing from each other. We finally get down to our underwear. He slips off my boxers and lets gravity take them the rest of the way to the floor. I step out of them, then hook a thumb under the waistband of his boxer briefs and do the same. Now naked again, we pull each other into a tight embrace, our semi-hard dicks pressed against one another. I’m still in total disbelief that the two of us are even doing this, but I try to forget all that and focus on what’s happening right in front of me, not trying to question it.
The temptation is strong with the two of us standing naked in front of one another, so I decide to give in to it. I kneel down and take his dick in my mouth once more. It’s not fully hard, so I play a lot with his foreskin, flicking it around with my tongue. His member soon extends to its full length and I go to town, giving him the best damn blowjob I’m capable of. After a while, he gently guides me onto the bed and starts pleasuring me with his mouth, and we continue the rest of the night like that, taking turns licking and sucking on each other’s manhood. We both get closer and closer to orgasm, and we help each other arrive there. Our mutual orgasms help to ease us into sleep, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
* * * * *
We wake up the next morning and he accepts my invitation to stay for breakfast. I’m glad he decides to this time!
After we eat, I talk him into taking a shower together. We’ve showered enough times after swim lessons that it’s nothing new for us, but this time is different as we take breaks to kiss each other and soap one another up, especially around the cock-and-balls area. As I’m helping him rinse the soap suds off his body, I gently run my hand behind his ballsack and lightly probe his ass with my finger. The obviously novel sensation seems off-putting to him at first, but he seems to be really getting into it. Perhaps this is something we’ll need to try later.
Unfortunately, the time has come for our fun weekend together to end. We both relate to each other just how much fun we had this weekend and how much it meant to the two of us. But, we both still have our own lives and our own duties to tend to.
He stands at my door and we pull each other into a tight embrace. Both not wanting this time between us to end, even if temporarily, but knowing it has to come to a pause for the time being, we hold each other tight, and finally break our hug after what seems like an eternity. I plant a kiss on his lips. “Thanks for spending the weekend with me, Steve.”
He takes a deep breath. “It was nice—so much nicer than I ever thought would be possible. I’ll see you on Tuesday, bud.”
“See you then.”
With that, I open the door and allow him to leave this now intimate space we have created for each other. I watch as he walks to his car, gets in, and drives off, and finally close the door once I can no longer see him after he’s driven off in the distance. An intense feeling of sadness and emptiness fills my inner being now that he’s not here, but I assure myself that this is not the end.
Another great chapter, AG. The romance is budding into an intimate friendship. Steve is getting more comfortable with it all. It seems to be fulfilling a curious need he has for Joey. Seeing Joey in his Speedo for the first time affected him in some way. He was attracted to him then. Hopefully the feelings between the two will continue to grow and strengthen. Great work. Keep it up. BC
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I'm glad to hear this is not the end. Since Steve gave Joey swimming lessons, perhaps Joey can return that favor by giving Steve some lessons in other matters.
Thank You, bud!
Chaz
Thank You, bud!
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Parts 16 and 17 were well worth the wait, as if there was ever any doubt. The tension in the first half of 16 was masterfully conceived as well. Thank you for keeping us enthralled, AstareGod!
Steve does seem to be getting much more comfortable being with Joey and expressing his feelings as time goes on. It's still all very new for him, though. As the story unfolds, I'm sure we'll find out more about how Steve truly feels about Joey. It's going to be a long journey of discovery!
I'm glad to hear this is not the end. Since Steve gave Joey swimming lessons, perhaps Joey can return that favor by giving Steve some lessons in other matters.
Thank You, bud!
Chaz
Oh yeah, we're nowhere near the end! I usually like to keep the future of the story under wraps, but I will tell you that Steve and Joey will be spending a lot of time with each other, and not just in the pool. I want to make up for the first 14 parts where there was no sex!
Thank you for the nice comment, blanefan! There's much more of this story yet to come, so I appreciate your reading and waiting for each new part!
Awesome, thank you for your kind words! Yeah, with how new all this stuff is to Steve (and to Joey to some extent), I wanted to show how you can get lost in the thrill of the moment, but afterwards your mind catches up and there's some mental processing to do to figure out what it all means and where you want to go from there. Luckily Steve and Joey have an established rapport so they were able to resolve things quite easily. Who knows what would've happened if they had gotten intimate way in the beginning?
You're in luck, bs29697! Next part will be coming out momentarily! Thanks for reading and commenting!
Part 18
My next work day at the pool rolls around. I get there and greet Kathy as I walk in. After a couple hours pass, Steve comes behind the desk during his break. “Hey there, bud. Did you remember to bring your swimsuit for tonight’s lesson?”
I playfully punch his shoulder. “Of course I did. I wouldn’t forget that.”
He smiles. “Good. See you after the pool’s closed.” I watch him longingly as he walks away.
Kathy nudges my elbow. “You two seem to be getting along quite well.”
I try shaking off any expression or mannerism that may make it seem like I’m infatuated with Steve. “Yeah. Lessons have been going well.”
“That’s good to hear. He certainly seems to be in a better mood lately.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You think?”
She nods knowingly. “Yep. He was a wreck a couple months ago.”
“Oh, that’s probably because he had broken up with his girlfriend around that time.”
She sighs. “Ah, so that’s why.”
“You didn’t know?”
“I make it a point not to get into the personal lives of my staff. It’s none of my business, unless they want to make it my business, that is.”
I nod. It’s probably good that Steve and Kathy aren’t close in that way, otherwise word might soon get out about the tryst going on between him and me.
The end of the day gets here and the pool is closed, leaving Steve and me here alone once again. We both head to the changing room and get into our swimsuits. Now that the sexual ice is broken between us, so to speak, he’s a lot more obvious about checking me out as I pull on my swimsuit. “God damn, bud, you really do look good in that.”
I chuckle. “If you say so.”
“I mean it.” He walks closer and cups my ass. “It accentuates all the right places.”
“Careful there, or you might make my dick rip a hole in it.”
He laughs. “You’re telling me.” He playfully slaps my ass. “Come on, bud, let’s go.”
As we step out of the locker room, I turn to him. “So what’s going to be our lesson for today?”
“What did we do last time?” He taps a finger on his chin, then raises it up in realization. “Oh! I taught you the different strokes.”
I clear my throat. “Uh, I think I was the one teaching you strokes.”
He laughs. “Shut up! I didn’t mean it like that.” After he regains his composure, he continues, “Want to just practice some more of that?”
I shrug. “Sure.”
We hop in the water. After he gives me a quick reminder of how to do each stroke, we start swimming across the pool together to practice. After about a half hour of that, we head to the deep end so he can dive down and bring up lost items from the bottom. I sit by the edge of the pool with my legs spread out to give my junk as much room as possible in this teeny-ass swimsuit as Steve climbs up to the high-dive and gracefully jumps off and descends into the deep water, returning to the surface seconds later with all sorts of things people have lost at the bottom of the pool, handing them all to me.
He comes back up to the surface after his final diving expedition, handing me one last pair of goggles. After I take them from him, he reaches a hand up and starts massaging my upper thigh, dangerously close to the leg hole of my swimsuit. “You know, bud, I can’t get over how absolutely stunning you look in those.”
I start blushing. “I’m glad you think so. You look very sexy in yours, too. I still remember the first time I saw you in them for that first swim meet.” I can feel myself starting to fall for him, but I try to keep my expectations in check. He’s obviously enjoying what’s going on as much as I am, but he’s spent his entire life being straight, and this is all very new to him, so I can’t expect him to just up and switch sides this quickly, no matter how open he is to receiving my advances, and returning them.
His hand moves further up and starts fondling my junk. “There’s one more thing I want to take care of before we leave here tonight.”
I’m running out of room in this swimsuit as my dick starts hardening. Pretty soon, it’s so hard I have to reach down and adjust it to the side, making the end of it poke above the waistband. “Yeah, we’ll certainly have to take care of this.”
We hop out of the pool and go back to the changing room and choose two showers next to each other. We start up the water and get it up to temperate. My dick’s still hard and aching to be released from its nylon prison. Steve assists with its escape as he hooks his fingers under the waistband and pulls down. My dick springs up and away from my body. He squats down to pull the swimsuit completely off my legs, then moves his hand up and down my shaft a few times before engulfing it with his mouth. He reaches up and cups my ass with both hands, pulling me into his mouth as he delivers intense pleasure to my shaft with his tongue. The warmth of the water from the shower washes over me, but it doesn’t compare to the hotness being delivered by his mouth.
I look down and notice his own dick has escaped out of one of the leg holes of his swimsuit. I place my hands under his arms and gently lift him to his feet. Our lips meet and we kiss a few times, then I return the favor by bending down and gently peeling off his swimsuit. I flick my tongue against his balls and blow him for a bit, then I decide to take it just a bit further.
I spin him around so his ass is facing me, and I lean in and start lapping my tongue against his asshole. I can tell from his loud moans that this is the first time he’s ever experienced anything like this. He spreads his legs further apart and supports himself against the wall of the shower room. As the warm water runs down his back and washes over my tongue, I reach around and take his hard dick in my hand and jerk him off while continuing to rim him. I probe his hole with my tongue and try gently shoving it inside, getting a taste of his hot man ass. He takes a hand and reaches around, placing it behind my head, and presses me further into him. I probe my tongue further in his hole, pulling it out to circle it around every once in a while.
After some time, I’m craving to have his dick in my mouth again, and turn him around and bury my face in his crotch, trying to take all seven inches of him as the water from the shower continues washing over his body. I reach down and jerk myself off as I blow him. I open my eyes and look up, and we make eye contact. Soon his moans grow even louder as he puts a hand behind my head and forces all seven inches of himself down my throat as we maintain our gaze and his orgasm starts. I do my best to swallow his entire load as the warm substance shoots from his beautiful uncut cock and into my mouth.
After lapping up every last drop, I rise to my feet and plant a kiss on his lips. He squats down and takes me in his mouth once more. His orgasm got me so hot and bothered and close to the edge, it doesn’t take me long at all to reach my own orgasm. I shoot into his mouth and he swallows everything that comes out, clearly having gotten used to the sensation of the taste of cum.
He stands back up and kisses me once more. “We should probably get going.”
I take a deep breath, still coming down from the intense feeling of ecstasy from blowing my load. “Yeah, you’re right.”
We finish rinsing off, then shut off the water, dry off, and get dressed. Before we leave the locker room, we pull one another into a tight embrace and kiss each other. After we pull away, he looks into my eyes. “Joey, god dammit, I don’t know what it is about you, but lately I haven’t been able to keep you off my mind.”
I sigh. “I feel the same. I’ve been thinking a lot about you over these past few days. I’ve obviously been enjoying all the time we’ve spent together, and I certainly want to see that continue.”
He nods. “Me, too. I, er, don’t quite know what to call this—"
“—We don’t have to call it anything. As far as I’m concerned, we’re just two people enjoying each other’s company. Really enjoying each other’s company. Right?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess you could call it that. I don’t know what it all means, yet, but I just know I really like what’s going on between us.”
I smile. “Well, let’s keep that going.”
He pulls me into another hug. “See you Friday, then?”
We pull away from each other. I sigh. “I want to do more than just see you on Friday.”
He tilts his head. “What do you mean?”
I take a deep breath. “Can we spend the weekend together like we did last weekend? I want nothing more than to just be with you.”
He caresses my cheek. “That sounds wonderful, Joey. Let’s do it.”
We walk out to the parking lot and wave goodbye before walking to our respective cars and driving home. Once I get there, I can hardly function. As I make and eat dinner, I can’t help but think what has transpired between Steve and me over these past two weeks. The two of us aren’t too concerned with labels or placing any sort of meaning on what’s going on between us, but I almost want a concrete answer as to what our relationship really is. We’re obviously very much into each other and enjoy getting our rocks off together, but what does that mean in the long run? He’s spent his entire existence leading a straight life, and I’ve led a gay life, and yet here we are.
Is what we’ve got going on going to last? Can I even expect it to? How deep should I be getting into this? I’m certainly enjoying being sexual with him and showing him what it’s like to get a blowjob from another guy, give a blowjob to another guy, and even get rimmed, but are these things he’s going to continue wanting in the future? Will we even fuck? What’s that going to be like? There are just way too many questions and too much to think about that I start to feel overwhelmed. I finish eating dinner and knock back a couple of beers and watch some shows to try to relax and keep all these questions from my mind. Maybe it’ll be better to wait until this weekend when Steve and I will likely get a chance to talk more about this.
That is, if he’s willing to talk about it.
My next work day at the pool rolls around. I get there and greet Kathy as I walk in. After a couple hours pass, Steve comes behind the desk during his break. “Hey there, bud. Did you remember to bring your swimsuit for tonight’s lesson?”
I playfully punch his shoulder. “Of course I did. I wouldn’t forget that.”
He smiles. “Good. See you after the pool’s closed.” I watch him longingly as he walks away.
Kathy nudges my elbow. “You two seem to be getting along quite well.”
I try shaking off any expression or mannerism that may make it seem like I’m infatuated with Steve. “Yeah. Lessons have been going well.”
“That’s good to hear. He certainly seems to be in a better mood lately.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You think?”
She nods knowingly. “Yep. He was a wreck a couple months ago.”
“Oh, that’s probably because he had broken up with his girlfriend around that time.”
She sighs. “Ah, so that’s why.”
“You didn’t know?”
“I make it a point not to get into the personal lives of my staff. It’s none of my business, unless they want to make it my business, that is.”
I nod. It’s probably good that Steve and Kathy aren’t close in that way, otherwise word might soon get out about the tryst going on between him and me.
The end of the day gets here and the pool is closed, leaving Steve and me here alone once again. We both head to the changing room and get into our swimsuits. Now that the sexual ice is broken between us, so to speak, he’s a lot more obvious about checking me out as I pull on my swimsuit. “God damn, bud, you really do look good in that.”
I chuckle. “If you say so.”
“I mean it.” He walks closer and cups my ass. “It accentuates all the right places.”
“Careful there, or you might make my dick rip a hole in it.”
He laughs. “You’re telling me.” He playfully slaps my ass. “Come on, bud, let’s go.”
As we step out of the locker room, I turn to him. “So what’s going to be our lesson for today?”
“What did we do last time?” He taps a finger on his chin, then raises it up in realization. “Oh! I taught you the different strokes.”
I clear my throat. “Uh, I think I was the one teaching you strokes.”
He laughs. “Shut up! I didn’t mean it like that.” After he regains his composure, he continues, “Want to just practice some more of that?”
I shrug. “Sure.”
We hop in the water. After he gives me a quick reminder of how to do each stroke, we start swimming across the pool together to practice. After about a half hour of that, we head to the deep end so he can dive down and bring up lost items from the bottom. I sit by the edge of the pool with my legs spread out to give my junk as much room as possible in this teeny-ass swimsuit as Steve climbs up to the high-dive and gracefully jumps off and descends into the deep water, returning to the surface seconds later with all sorts of things people have lost at the bottom of the pool, handing them all to me.
He comes back up to the surface after his final diving expedition, handing me one last pair of goggles. After I take them from him, he reaches a hand up and starts massaging my upper thigh, dangerously close to the leg hole of my swimsuit. “You know, bud, I can’t get over how absolutely stunning you look in those.”
I start blushing. “I’m glad you think so. You look very sexy in yours, too. I still remember the first time I saw you in them for that first swim meet.” I can feel myself starting to fall for him, but I try to keep my expectations in check. He’s obviously enjoying what’s going on as much as I am, but he’s spent his entire life being straight, and this is all very new to him, so I can’t expect him to just up and switch sides this quickly, no matter how open he is to receiving my advances, and returning them.
His hand moves further up and starts fondling my junk. “There’s one more thing I want to take care of before we leave here tonight.”
I’m running out of room in this swimsuit as my dick starts hardening. Pretty soon, it’s so hard I have to reach down and adjust it to the side, making the end of it poke above the waistband. “Yeah, we’ll certainly have to take care of this.”
We hop out of the pool and go back to the changing room and choose two showers next to each other. We start up the water and get it up to temperate. My dick’s still hard and aching to be released from its nylon prison. Steve assists with its escape as he hooks his fingers under the waistband and pulls down. My dick springs up and away from my body. He squats down to pull the swimsuit completely off my legs, then moves his hand up and down my shaft a few times before engulfing it with his mouth. He reaches up and cups my ass with both hands, pulling me into his mouth as he delivers intense pleasure to my shaft with his tongue. The warmth of the water from the shower washes over me, but it doesn’t compare to the hotness being delivered by his mouth.
I look down and notice his own dick has escaped out of one of the leg holes of his swimsuit. I place my hands under his arms and gently lift him to his feet. Our lips meet and we kiss a few times, then I return the favor by bending down and gently peeling off his swimsuit. I flick my tongue against his balls and blow him for a bit, then I decide to take it just a bit further.
I spin him around so his ass is facing me, and I lean in and start lapping my tongue against his asshole. I can tell from his loud moans that this is the first time he’s ever experienced anything like this. He spreads his legs further apart and supports himself against the wall of the shower room. As the warm water runs down his back and washes over my tongue, I reach around and take his hard dick in my hand and jerk him off while continuing to rim him. I probe his hole with my tongue and try gently shoving it inside, getting a taste of his hot man ass. He takes a hand and reaches around, placing it behind my head, and presses me further into him. I probe my tongue further in his hole, pulling it out to circle it around every once in a while.
After some time, I’m craving to have his dick in my mouth again, and turn him around and bury my face in his crotch, trying to take all seven inches of him as the water from the shower continues washing over his body. I reach down and jerk myself off as I blow him. I open my eyes and look up, and we make eye contact. Soon his moans grow even louder as he puts a hand behind my head and forces all seven inches of himself down my throat as we maintain our gaze and his orgasm starts. I do my best to swallow his entire load as the warm substance shoots from his beautiful uncut cock and into my mouth.
After lapping up every last drop, I rise to my feet and plant a kiss on his lips. He squats down and takes me in his mouth once more. His orgasm got me so hot and bothered and close to the edge, it doesn’t take me long at all to reach my own orgasm. I shoot into his mouth and he swallows everything that comes out, clearly having gotten used to the sensation of the taste of cum.
He stands back up and kisses me once more. “We should probably get going.”
I take a deep breath, still coming down from the intense feeling of ecstasy from blowing my load. “Yeah, you’re right.”
We finish rinsing off, then shut off the water, dry off, and get dressed. Before we leave the locker room, we pull one another into a tight embrace and kiss each other. After we pull away, he looks into my eyes. “Joey, god dammit, I don’t know what it is about you, but lately I haven’t been able to keep you off my mind.”
I sigh. “I feel the same. I’ve been thinking a lot about you over these past few days. I’ve obviously been enjoying all the time we’ve spent together, and I certainly want to see that continue.”
He nods. “Me, too. I, er, don’t quite know what to call this—"
“—We don’t have to call it anything. As far as I’m concerned, we’re just two people enjoying each other’s company. Really enjoying each other’s company. Right?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess you could call it that. I don’t know what it all means, yet, but I just know I really like what’s going on between us.”
I smile. “Well, let’s keep that going.”
He pulls me into another hug. “See you Friday, then?”
We pull away from each other. I sigh. “I want to do more than just see you on Friday.”
He tilts his head. “What do you mean?”
I take a deep breath. “Can we spend the weekend together like we did last weekend? I want nothing more than to just be with you.”
He caresses my cheek. “That sounds wonderful, Joey. Let’s do it.”
We walk out to the parking lot and wave goodbye before walking to our respective cars and driving home. Once I get there, I can hardly function. As I make and eat dinner, I can’t help but think what has transpired between Steve and me over these past two weeks. The two of us aren’t too concerned with labels or placing any sort of meaning on what’s going on between us, but I almost want a concrete answer as to what our relationship really is. We’re obviously very much into each other and enjoy getting our rocks off together, but what does that mean in the long run? He’s spent his entire existence leading a straight life, and I’ve led a gay life, and yet here we are.
Is what we’ve got going on going to last? Can I even expect it to? How deep should I be getting into this? I’m certainly enjoying being sexual with him and showing him what it’s like to get a blowjob from another guy, give a blowjob to another guy, and even get rimmed, but are these things he’s going to continue wanting in the future? Will we even fuck? What’s that going to be like? There are just way too many questions and too much to think about that I start to feel overwhelmed. I finish eating dinner and knock back a couple of beers and watch some shows to try to relax and keep all these questions from my mind. Maybe it’ll be better to wait until this weekend when Steve and I will likely get a chance to talk more about this.
That is, if he’s willing to talk about it.
^ Fuck........I am SO boned.......A G A I N.........from your hot writing I may have to go for round 2 yet.......
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I'm looking forward to finding out how much talking they'll be doing, since that's not all that easy with a Hard throbbing dick down your throat. 
My bad! Butt, at least I didn't say anything about an ass engulfing your tongue.
Seriously, it'll be interesting where you take these two, and how you get them there along the way.
More, please!
Chaz
My bad! Butt, at least I didn't say anything about an ass engulfing your tongue.
Seriously, it'll be interesting where you take these two, and how you get them there along the way.
More, please!
Chaz
I'm looking forward to reading what Steve and Joey talk about the next time they meet. I'm very interested in how you develop their relationship and how they interact with each other as their relationship blossoms.
Brian
Brian
^ Fuck........I am SO boned.......A G A I N.........from your hot writing I may have to go for round 2 yet.......
Yes! Mission accomplished once again! I bet these next few parts are going to get you drained!
I'm looking forward to finding out how much talking they'll be doing, since that's not all that easy with a Hard throbbing dick down your throat.
My bad! Butt, at least I didn't say anything about an ass engulfing your tongue.
Seriously, it'll be interesting where you take these two, and how you get them there along the way.
More, please!
Chaz
I appreciate Chaz that you enjoy the dialogue/character development part of the story. I like giving some depth to my characters so I love that it is appreciated by readers like you! But yeah, with as much fun as they're having exploring each other sexually, that might leave little time for talking! I'm sure the guys will find time though.
Thanks, Brian! Like I told Chaz above, I love the fact that readers like you enjoy the dialogue and character-development part of the story. You can already tell from the parts I've posted that Joey and Steve's relationship thus far is quite complex, and has a history going all the way back to high school. Though the two weren't friends back then, their pasts have undoubtedly shaped how they're interacting now with each other, and there's still yet some things that neither are aware of. The more they talk and interact with each other, hopefully they'll be able to uncover them.
Thanks as always for reading!
Part 19
After Steve and the other lifeguards close the pool on Friday, I wrap up my work and drive straight to his place. I bring a change of clothes since we planned to stay at his place for the weekend.
Once I drive up and park at his apartment complex, I walk up to the door. He opens it before I can even knock. “Come on in.” I step inside and greet the poster of Michael Phelps by the door. He speaks up again, “I was thinking of cooking some chicken alfredo pasta. Up for that?”
I set my bag down by the couch. “That sounds delicious! But first, a kiss.”
He leans in and kisses me, then offers me a beer, and I gladly accept. We make conversation as he cooks dinner, and we eat as soon as it’s ready. We end up playing more video games to pass the time, then nestle up to one another in bed. We’re both pretty exhausted from work, but that doesn’t stop us from caressing and fondling each other a bit before going to sleep.
We wake up the next morning, shower, and get dressed. He makes breakfast, and after we’re done eating, we head outside since it’s such a beautiful day. He takes me to a nearby park and we walk around and sit on a bench to talk.
I turn to him. “So, I hate to get so introspective and everything, but I want to just make sure you’re all right with everything that’s happening between us.”
He takes a deep breath. “Sometimes, I don’t know what to think. I mean, I could never have imagined myself in this kind of situation. I mean, I love being with you, and love the moments we share together, but everything I’ve experienced and every person I’ve known up to this point has shown me that I belong with a woman, that I’m meant to have a family, that I’m meant to make something of myself, you know?”
I nod. “I get that. I felt that kind of pressure too, when I was younger. I guess I was just lucky enough to know myself at a young age, to know that I could never deliver on what society expected of me. I mean, sure, if I wanted kids, I can always adopt, but being gay, I can create any kind of life I want. Society’s expectations don’t really have a strong effect on me, I guess.”
He shakes his head. “I just wish things were that easy for me. I feel pressure from my parents, from my friends, from everyone, to marry a girl and have kids. Fuck, that’s likely why I stayed with Melissa as long as I did. I figure I ended up finding a girl, not a perfect one, but one nonetheless, and that I may as well settle down and have some kids. I mean, for crying out loud, I’m twenty-four years old. Ryan even has a wife and kids. I’m obviously doing something wrong if I don’t have that in my life.”
I gently shake his shoulder. “Steve, listen to me. Stop comparing yourself to other people, especially Ryan. I don’t give a fuck if he’s married and has ten kids, you are a much better person than he is. You’re accepting of others, you’re not ignorant of your feelings, and you’re not crazy and bigoted like him.”
He smiles. “Thanks. I guess those sorts of things aren’t as appreciated among the kinds of friends I’ve had in the past.”
“They fucking need to be. That’s the future this country is heading towards. And you’re on the right side of it.”
He tilts his head in understanding. “I’m glad you think that.” He thinks for a second. “You know, I have to thank you for something.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t know how, but somehow you’ve helped me to open up about what it is I truly feel. I mean, what I truly feel. Like how I feel about you. Everything I’ve learned up to this point, every person I’ve met has pushed me in one direction, but, and I have to be honest with you, I’ve thought a lot since meeting you for the first time again after all these years… I feel shitty as hell for not standing up for you in the past, and I don’t know if that’s why I’ve taken such a liking to you now, but, I just can’t help it, I like being around you. You’re so authentically, unapologetically you. That’s incredibly attractive.” I feel myself blushing. He continues, “I’m sorry, was that too much?”
I shake my head. “No, not at all. I’m enamored with how honest you’re being. It’s a breath of fresh air being around someone who’s so open and in touch with his feelings.”
He takes a deep breath. “At least I like to think I’m being in touch with my feelings. Sometimes I’m not even sure what I feel.”
I rub his arm. “And that’s OK. I’d be lying if I said I was sure what I’m feeling now. I kinda have no fucking clue—” We share a mutual glance of understanding, and I go on, “—But, something inside tells me that this is right, whatever I’m experiencing at this point in my life is right, and to pursue it like nothing I’ve ever pursued before.”
“Damn, you certainly have a way of putting things into words.”
I shrug. “Sometimes, at least.”
We go back to his place for lunch, spend the next few hours playing some video games, then head back to the bar on River Street. We return to his place and start retiring for the night. We go to his bedroom and he turns off all the lights save for the bedside lamp. We strip down to our underwear and sit on top of the bedsheets, caressing and kissing each other. We fondle each other through our underwear and both pitch equally-impressive tents. I can’t stand the feeling of restriction any longer and push my boxers down to the floor, and he soon follows suit.
At this point I’m so enamored with him that I want to give him the greatest amount of pleasure possible. With the both of us naked, I help guide him onto his back and I straddle him. I grab the bottle of lube I packed for the weekend, pump some onto my hand, and start slathering it on his cock. He holds his hand up. “I don’t need lube, remember?”
“You do if you’re going to penetrate me.”
He looks at me in bewilderment. “Penetrate you?”
I nod. “That’s right. You were worried about popping a lung fucking someone in the ass?”
He laughs out loud. “Yeah.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me. As long as things are slippery enough, I can take anything.”
He looks at me with a look of concern on his face. “Are you sure?”
I bend down and kiss him. “I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life. I want to make you feel good.” I straighten up my back again. “You want to know what an ass feels like?”
His breathing becomes more exasperated. “As long as you’re willing to show me, fuck, I’m willing to find out.”
After coating his dick with lube, I rub a healthy amount on and in my ass to make his eventual penetration easier to handle. Hell, if he’s seven inches hard, I’m going to need all the help I can get.
Still straddling him, I spread the cheeks of my ass and bear down on his hard dick. I grasp his dick with one hand and guide it toward my hole. Eventually we match up and I slowly push him all the way inside. His moans of pleasure indicate to me that I’m doing everything right. I slowly lift myself up and ride his dick for a few moments, trying to deliver back to him as much pleasure as I can. We remain like that for a while, with me straddling him and riding his dick, until he places his hands on my chest and gently maneuvers me onto my back.
During our rearrangement, he slips out of my ass, but as soon as he’s into position on top of me, he takes his dick in his hand and guides the head against my hole and pushes inside once more. He takes a few seconds to push himself all the way in, apparently being unable to do that with any of the sex partners he’s had in the past, and continues undulating his body, rhythmically pushing and pulling his dick in and out of my ass. I tighten my muscles periodically to try and deliver as much pleasure to him as I can. He’s obviously enjoying it as he rests his body on mine and our lips meet. He passionately kisses me as he rams his manhood deep into my hungry ass. His thrusts quicken in pace as his orgasm nears, and soon enough, he slams his body against mine as his dick delivers spurt after spurt of cum right into my ass. The sensation is so intense that it causes my own orgasm to start, my own dick unaided by any kind of stimulation from either me or him. I explode onto my torso as I feel his cock throbbing inside me after having delivered its load. We spend the next several moments in orgasmic bliss as his body collapses onto mine. His head rests against my shoulder, and we spend the next several moments like that, him laying on me, as we enjoy the sensation of absolute closeness. I mean, you can’t get much closer than how we are.
After a while, he gently pulls out of me and hops up onto his feet, goes to the bathroom to get a towel, and returns to clean up the mess I made on my torso. He wipes off his dick and tosses the towel onto the floor. He throws himself onto the bed and collapses right next to me. I tiredly place a hand onto his chest and tweak his nipples as he caresses my back and ass. I shift myself forward and onto my pillow, wrapping him in my arms, and we both fall asleep.
After Steve and the other lifeguards close the pool on Friday, I wrap up my work and drive straight to his place. I bring a change of clothes since we planned to stay at his place for the weekend.
Once I drive up and park at his apartment complex, I walk up to the door. He opens it before I can even knock. “Come on in.” I step inside and greet the poster of Michael Phelps by the door. He speaks up again, “I was thinking of cooking some chicken alfredo pasta. Up for that?”
I set my bag down by the couch. “That sounds delicious! But first, a kiss.”
He leans in and kisses me, then offers me a beer, and I gladly accept. We make conversation as he cooks dinner, and we eat as soon as it’s ready. We end up playing more video games to pass the time, then nestle up to one another in bed. We’re both pretty exhausted from work, but that doesn’t stop us from caressing and fondling each other a bit before going to sleep.
We wake up the next morning, shower, and get dressed. He makes breakfast, and after we’re done eating, we head outside since it’s such a beautiful day. He takes me to a nearby park and we walk around and sit on a bench to talk.
I turn to him. “So, I hate to get so introspective and everything, but I want to just make sure you’re all right with everything that’s happening between us.”
He takes a deep breath. “Sometimes, I don’t know what to think. I mean, I could never have imagined myself in this kind of situation. I mean, I love being with you, and love the moments we share together, but everything I’ve experienced and every person I’ve known up to this point has shown me that I belong with a woman, that I’m meant to have a family, that I’m meant to make something of myself, you know?”
I nod. “I get that. I felt that kind of pressure too, when I was younger. I guess I was just lucky enough to know myself at a young age, to know that I could never deliver on what society expected of me. I mean, sure, if I wanted kids, I can always adopt, but being gay, I can create any kind of life I want. Society’s expectations don’t really have a strong effect on me, I guess.”
He shakes his head. “I just wish things were that easy for me. I feel pressure from my parents, from my friends, from everyone, to marry a girl and have kids. Fuck, that’s likely why I stayed with Melissa as long as I did. I figure I ended up finding a girl, not a perfect one, but one nonetheless, and that I may as well settle down and have some kids. I mean, for crying out loud, I’m twenty-four years old. Ryan even has a wife and kids. I’m obviously doing something wrong if I don’t have that in my life.”
I gently shake his shoulder. “Steve, listen to me. Stop comparing yourself to other people, especially Ryan. I don’t give a fuck if he’s married and has ten kids, you are a much better person than he is. You’re accepting of others, you’re not ignorant of your feelings, and you’re not crazy and bigoted like him.”
He smiles. “Thanks. I guess those sorts of things aren’t as appreciated among the kinds of friends I’ve had in the past.”
“They fucking need to be. That’s the future this country is heading towards. And you’re on the right side of it.”
He tilts his head in understanding. “I’m glad you think that.” He thinks for a second. “You know, I have to thank you for something.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t know how, but somehow you’ve helped me to open up about what it is I truly feel. I mean, what I truly feel. Like how I feel about you. Everything I’ve learned up to this point, every person I’ve met has pushed me in one direction, but, and I have to be honest with you, I’ve thought a lot since meeting you for the first time again after all these years… I feel shitty as hell for not standing up for you in the past, and I don’t know if that’s why I’ve taken such a liking to you now, but, I just can’t help it, I like being around you. You’re so authentically, unapologetically you. That’s incredibly attractive.” I feel myself blushing. He continues, “I’m sorry, was that too much?”
I shake my head. “No, not at all. I’m enamored with how honest you’re being. It’s a breath of fresh air being around someone who’s so open and in touch with his feelings.”
He takes a deep breath. “At least I like to think I’m being in touch with my feelings. Sometimes I’m not even sure what I feel.”
I rub his arm. “And that’s OK. I’d be lying if I said I was sure what I’m feeling now. I kinda have no fucking clue—” We share a mutual glance of understanding, and I go on, “—But, something inside tells me that this is right, whatever I’m experiencing at this point in my life is right, and to pursue it like nothing I’ve ever pursued before.”
“Damn, you certainly have a way of putting things into words.”
I shrug. “Sometimes, at least.”
We go back to his place for lunch, spend the next few hours playing some video games, then head back to the bar on River Street. We return to his place and start retiring for the night. We go to his bedroom and he turns off all the lights save for the bedside lamp. We strip down to our underwear and sit on top of the bedsheets, caressing and kissing each other. We fondle each other through our underwear and both pitch equally-impressive tents. I can’t stand the feeling of restriction any longer and push my boxers down to the floor, and he soon follows suit.
At this point I’m so enamored with him that I want to give him the greatest amount of pleasure possible. With the both of us naked, I help guide him onto his back and I straddle him. I grab the bottle of lube I packed for the weekend, pump some onto my hand, and start slathering it on his cock. He holds his hand up. “I don’t need lube, remember?”
“You do if you’re going to penetrate me.”
He looks at me in bewilderment. “Penetrate you?”
I nod. “That’s right. You were worried about popping a lung fucking someone in the ass?”
He laughs out loud. “Yeah.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me. As long as things are slippery enough, I can take anything.”
He looks at me with a look of concern on his face. “Are you sure?”
I bend down and kiss him. “I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life. I want to make you feel good.” I straighten up my back again. “You want to know what an ass feels like?”
His breathing becomes more exasperated. “As long as you’re willing to show me, fuck, I’m willing to find out.”
After coating his dick with lube, I rub a healthy amount on and in my ass to make his eventual penetration easier to handle. Hell, if he’s seven inches hard, I’m going to need all the help I can get.
Still straddling him, I spread the cheeks of my ass and bear down on his hard dick. I grasp his dick with one hand and guide it toward my hole. Eventually we match up and I slowly push him all the way inside. His moans of pleasure indicate to me that I’m doing everything right. I slowly lift myself up and ride his dick for a few moments, trying to deliver back to him as much pleasure as I can. We remain like that for a while, with me straddling him and riding his dick, until he places his hands on my chest and gently maneuvers me onto my back.
During our rearrangement, he slips out of my ass, but as soon as he’s into position on top of me, he takes his dick in his hand and guides the head against my hole and pushes inside once more. He takes a few seconds to push himself all the way in, apparently being unable to do that with any of the sex partners he’s had in the past, and continues undulating his body, rhythmically pushing and pulling his dick in and out of my ass. I tighten my muscles periodically to try and deliver as much pleasure to him as I can. He’s obviously enjoying it as he rests his body on mine and our lips meet. He passionately kisses me as he rams his manhood deep into my hungry ass. His thrusts quicken in pace as his orgasm nears, and soon enough, he slams his body against mine as his dick delivers spurt after spurt of cum right into my ass. The sensation is so intense that it causes my own orgasm to start, my own dick unaided by any kind of stimulation from either me or him. I explode onto my torso as I feel his cock throbbing inside me after having delivered its load. We spend the next several moments in orgasmic bliss as his body collapses onto mine. His head rests against my shoulder, and we spend the next several moments like that, him laying on me, as we enjoy the sensation of absolute closeness. I mean, you can’t get much closer than how we are.
After a while, he gently pulls out of me and hops up onto his feet, goes to the bathroom to get a towel, and returns to clean up the mess I made on my torso. He wipes off his dick and tosses the towel onto the floor. He throws himself onto the bed and collapses right next to me. I tiredly place a hand onto his chest and tweak his nipples as he caresses my back and ass. I shift myself forward and onto my pillow, wrapping him in my arms, and we both fall asleep.
ChrisGibson
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Oh, your story is so wonderful, and its so full. I mean this is such a very real world. This is what storytelling is supposed to be about.
Thank you for the kind comment, Chris! A fair amount of the detail of this story comes from my own personal life and some of the interactions I've had with others, so that hopefully makes it more "real" and relatable. Plus I also try tying in real-life places into the story; anyone familiar with Savannah knows there's a real River Street and bars along it. I take some artistic license here and there, but overall these are fictional characters in a real, tangible universe. Just the way I like it, I guess. I'm glad you're enjoying it as well!
Awesome! These two keep getting closer, and closer, mentally and physically. That wasn't "just" sex. That was an adventure in the beginnings of making Love.
Chaz
Wow, that is quite the compliment, Chaz! Yeah, it's not just primal lust between these two; there's a fair bit of compassion and care, as well. Just speaks to the kind of people they are. Let's see where it is they go from here!
