Sex in the Sky

There really was a Lac du Miel in Lac du Miel. Once it had been wild and scenic and outside the city limits, but over the last couple of decades, what with the whole state sinking and the town expanding, town and lake had met and your view and access to it were obscured by a development called Honey Lake Estates. Houses started in the $120s and went up to McMansions.

This was not where Terry was heading. He skirted the subdivision and took the road that led southward out of the town limits and ran parallel to the bayou. At this point it stopped being a blacktop road and was paved with pebble and shell. On the right side of the road were the houses, casual-looking buildings made of cinder block below and wood above. Apparently, people lived above and stored things below. The houses were close enough to the water so that you could sit on your deck and cast into the bayou. Bayou Row looked like an idyllic place for a water rat to live, but the unstated cost of living out here was expressed in the form of water marks—some marked, with dates, in paint—on the sides of some of the buildings.

Terry was itching and sweating with nervous excitement and was a little sorry he hadn’t stopped at home to take another shower, but he’d wanted to get away as soon as possible. He told Victoria that Brent had invited him to supper and if they got into drinking during the evening he wouldn’t try to drive home. Victoria looked at him obliquely and told him to have fun, and try to see his dad sometime during the next day, if he could. Terry said he would.

On the way out of town he stopped at the liquor store and bought a mid-price bottle of Petite Syrah, which just about cleaned them out of that commodity. In his kit he had a tube of lube. He was very glad he’d bought it in New Orleans along with the probe; in Lac du Miel, if he was seen buying lube they’d figure out what he was up to at once and might work out the who-with part before the day was over.

He’d dropped out of Boy Scouts before he got beyond Cub, but had never forgotten the Scout motto.

The sun was backlighting a big bank of cumulonimbus clouds with a glowing, translucent edge, shooting rays out from behind them that were so intense that the sky between them looked like dark rays. Terry hoped that he was getting the right signals from Brent; that he’d be there the night and that Brent wasn’t the kind who expected his friends to go home afterwards. He did not look forward to making his way out of Brent’s neighborhood in the dark, if it was going to storm.

Brent’s house was the last one on the road. Terry could tell it was his because one of his trucks was parked in front of it. To his surprise, the grounds were attractively landscaped—the old saw about the shoemaker’s children going barefoot did not apply here. Brent seemed to be into containers when it came to his house. Maybe they were easier to maintain when it was flooding all the time. The upper part of the house was made of cypress, already weathered silvery though the houses didn’t look old. Terry didn’t remember this area being built on before he left Lac du Miel.

He parked behind Brent’s truck and got out. There was a staircase leading to the door. Terry walked up it and knocked.

“Hey, Terry! You made it.” Brent was dressed much like he had been the previous afternoon, except he was wearing a snug gray t-shirt with his cutoffs and he was barefoot. Westering light filtered through the windows of his house and attractive odors filled the air. “What you got there?” Terry was holding, rather awkwardly, both his kit and the bottle of wine in his left hand, needing one hand to knock on the door. Brent smiled as he relieved Terry of the Petite Syrah. Terry shook the other man’s proffered hand. If Brent had been a girl, he’d have felt it natural to greet him with an embrace and a kiss, in light of what they’d done the previous day, but here he didn’t know what the rules were. “Thanks for the wine. You want to drink it with dinner?”

“Sure. We can do that.”

Brent put the bottle of wine on the dining table, and the two men stood there looking at each other for what seemed to Terry like forever. Brent stepped up close to him. “Terry, Terry,” he said, “It’s me, remember? The one you were doing “soixante-neuf” with yesterday afternoon? I won’t bite…” He waggled his eyebrows like Groucho Marx. “…unless I am carried away by passion—or you want me to.”

Once again they were in a full-press embrace, kissing voraciously. Terry grabbed Brent’s ass and pulled him close. Their cocks sawed and rubbed against each other through their clothes. Terry’s had hardened immediately, and he was so aroused it hurt.

“Do we have to bother with dinner?”

Brent disengaged himself. “We sure as hell do, young’un. You think I bought these shrimp to burn? I need my strength even if you don’t.” He turned away and stepped back to the stove, where he had been sautéing the shrimp in some butter and garlic. He had just put them in the pan when Terry arrived.

Terry laughed and came up behind Brent as he stood in front of the stove. As if given the go-ahead by the kiss, he started doing his best to distract him, nuzzling the back of his neck, pulling at the neck of his shirt so he could nip and suck on the skin over his beautiful hard deltoid muscles, bringing his hands around to flick Brent’s nipples into little hard points through the cloth, then down to caress the slight convexity of his belly, rubbing the bulge in his pants against Brent’s denim-covered ass.

Brent turned off the burner under the shrimp. When he bent to get a pot out of a lower cabinet, Terry slid his fingers up the leg of his cutoffs and tickled everything he could find; Brent was commando under them. “For God’s sake, Terry, stop a minute so I can fill this up,” Brent said, laughing. He filled the pot up with water and put it on the stove to heat. “What am I gon’ do with you anyway? I can see I won’t get anything done with you acting like this…” Using Terry’s erection to steer him by, he backed Terry a couple of steps to the dinette table. “Lean on that,” he said, and brought a chair around to sit on himself. He quickly undid Terry’s belt and unzipped his trousers. “Boxers “and” briefs?” he queried, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were that conservative.”

The old Terry, who had burned with embarrassment and nerves while the eyes of a Texas artist raked over all his particulars, woke to life briefly. He felt a blush pass over his face like fire. “You know I had to be at work,” he said. “I couldn’t stop thinking about…yesterday afternoon. When Mom was there, it didn’t…it wasn’t a problem, but when she wasn’t…I couldn’t go to the bathroom to jack off, but sometimes I had to come out from behind the counter!”

“”Mon pauvre p’tit,” Brent murmured. “Let me fix that for you. Up—” He hauled down Terry’s trousers and underwear and Terry’s cock sprang up, hard, its head shining with precum. Terry closed his eyes and gripped the edges of the table as he felt Brent’s mouth cover him. When he opened his eyes, Brent, grinning, was holding his cock and flicking his tongue around its head. He closed his mouth firmly around it and stroked down—once, twice, a half dozen times, and then Terry lost it. He heard his breath rasping in and out of his lungs with each spasm that sent his seed boiling and spurting out of him.

“Sweet. That was a fine protein snack,” Brent said, swallowing and licking his lips. “I could go on the Atkins diet.” As he stood up, Terry noticed that the end of his stiff cock extended below his cutoffs, secreting a short dribble of precum, but he seemed unself-conscious about it. “I’ll bet you’re feeling a lot better now. Why don’t you help me get dinner set up so we can eat and have fun afterward? Or you can go look at the radio and pick us out some music.”

Half the wall on one side of Brent’s open-plan house was taken up with an étagère containing an entertainment system that looked as if it cost as much as the house. Terry, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping them up, wandered over to it. Once he had switched on the power button, he began twirling the dial without bothering to listen to what was initially coming out of the radio. “None of that Top 40 crap,” Brent added. Terry found a station that played the kind of classic rock that he and Sidonie had sometimes listened to in the warehouse, and Brent seemed happy with it. At least he said nothing about it. He appeared to be preparing salads. Terry drifted around the room. On a low square table next to the futon was a photograph of a child: a girl with curly dark hair and green eyes. She did not appear to be old enough to be in kindergarten, but she already projected an air of catlike, potentially fatal loveliness.

“Who’s the kid?”

“My daughter,” Brent answered from the kitchen area.

“You’ve got a daughter? Get out! I didn’t know you had any kids!”

“How would you know, when you’ve been away for so long? Yeah, I have a daughter. Her mama lives in town, and if you stay around for long enough, you’re bound to meet her sometime.”

Terry didn’t doubt that. Nobody didn’t buy hardware. He wandered around the front part of the house, somehow shy about looking into the bedroom, although he fully anticipated being there later, and had to pass through it to get to the bathroom. A couple of built-in bookcases flanked the windows. The books were a wild and uncommunicative mix, “Analog” next to botany and practical horticulture texts from college next to Jorge Luis Borges next to “Flesh and the Word” next to, of all things, Nora Roberts writing as J.D. Robb. He wondered if the child’s mother came here.

“Dinner is served,” Brent announced. “Come and get it or I’ll throw it to the gators.”

At that point, a gust of rain-smelling air rattled the window shades and a clap of thunder shook the house. Brent lit the two candles in the center of the table. “I’m not trying to be romantic and shit,” he explained, “but the power will probably crap out before the evening is over.”

They sat down to the small table and ate the salad and shrimp fettuccine Brent had prepared, and had a glass each of the wine. They talked about the sort of thing new friends talked about, although Terry felt that he was telling Brent a lot more about his life than Brent was sharing about his. Terry supposed this was due to the difference in their ages. He felt excited and nervous, looking across the table at Brent, watching him eat. It began to storm. Brent got up and closed all the windows on the west side of the house to a crack, and in the middle of dinner, the electric went out, just as he had predicted. “They probably have a special folder for me at LP&L,” he said. “I’m all the time complaining about it. This never happens to me in town.”

Terry couldn’t stop looking at Brent, thinking that he’d never thought of a man as beautiful before; thinking at the same time that most people looked good by candlelight and wondering if the other man saw him the same way. He watched the end of a piece of pasta flick between Brent’s lips and disappear, and wished he was sitting next to him so he could lean over and lick or bite them. The meal tasted as good as it had smelled in the preparation; Terry found he was hungrier than he’d thought he was. The single glass of wine was relaxing whatever residual inhibitions he might have had. He surreptitiously kicked off his shoes and socks and caressed Brent’s feet and legs with his toes. As his toes were so long as to be almost prehensile, this was something he considered himself to be good at. Brent looked at him in astonishment, and began to laugh immoderately.

“Jesus, Brent, are you that ticklish?”

“Almost,” Brent managed, “but that’s not the only reason I’m laughing. It reminds me of a story involving my cousin. I’ll tell you about it one day.”

“Do you want me to quit?”

“No.” Brent relaxed in his chair. However, once Terry got past his knee, he bumped his own knee smartly against the bottom of the table, due to the length of his legs.

“I knew there was some reason this wasn’t going to work,” he said.

“That’s all right. C’mon, let’s clear the table.” They got up. They cleared the few dishes away and put them in the sink to soak.

“Is there anything for dessert?”

Brent picked the bottle and the two glasses up from the table. “I think you know the answer to that, “cher,” he said.

The power was still out, so they carried the lights from the table with them. Brent padded sure-footedly across his own living room, carrying a candle in one hand and the bottle and glasses in the other, and Terry followed, hoping he would not bump into anything.

The bed was of the size misleadingly called a “full” bed; a single man’s bed if ever there was one, Terry had one like it at home. No bigger bed would have fit in the small bedroom. It was flanked by a pair of distressed bedside cabinets. Each little table held a perilous-looking arrangement of candles and reading material. Brent lit all the candles and the room became filled with soft attractive light.

Terry began to laugh. “What’s so funny?” Brent asked, putting the wine and glasses down.

“This setup,” Terry said as he plopped down on the bed. “Wine. Candlelight. Rain. I don’t think I had this much picture-book romance shit when I was with a “girl.” Where are the roses?”

“Damn! I knew I forgot something. And I can get them at wholesale, too.” He sat down beside Terry on the bed and wrapping an arm around his neck, bore him back until they were both lying down, still laughing. Brent rolled on top of him, holding him down and kissing him. He tasted of wine. Terry gripped and kneaded the other man’s back and tasted his lips and tongue as if they were life itself. They mashed until they were squirming and humping, in danger of going off in their clothes. Brent rose off him to avoid this happening. “You’re wearing too much, boo,” he commented. Terry, still lying on his back, pulled his shirt off and let it drop off the edge of the bed. Brent was straddling him, close enough so Terry could reach up and undo his cutoffs without bothering to sit up. Then he rose up enough to winkle Brent’s swollen cock out and wrap his mouth around the end of it. He felt it twitch and leap. “Hold on a minute,” Brent said, and hastily took off the rest of his clothes. “You’re still wearing too much,” he said, and pulled Terry’s trousers and underwear off, licking his way down the sparse trail of hair that started just below Terry’s navel as he did so. Terry shivered with delight at the hot tongue sliding on his skin.

Terry sat up. “Did you mean what you said yesterday, that you’d like me to fuck you…?”

“What can I say? I do. I’ve wanted that long dick of yours inside me ever since I first laid eyes on it…since I first laid my hand on it, for that matter.”

“I haven’t done this much before…the backdoor thing, I mean.”

“Not even with a woman?”

“A few times, but not many of them have wanted me to. Truth is, I thought it was a lot of trouble to go to, with a perfectly good opening right there.”

“It’s not “that” much trouble. Look in that drawer there—I got some stuff we can use.”

“I brought some—”

“That’s all right.” Brent reached back into the bedside cabinet nearest him and brought out his lube. He handed it to Terry and lay back with one leg up so that he was accessible. It was too dark in the room to see his hole, but Terry felt through the thick growth of hair in his crack until he found it. Terry lubed up his fingers and inserted one. Brent gripped it tightly. “Oh. Oh God that feels…I like those nice long fingers, too. Now gimme two. Oh. That’s so good I can hardly stand it…no! Don’t quit.” Brent had his head pressed back into the pillow and he was clutching handfuls of the sheets. His cock was as big and hard as Terry had ever seen it, jumping with every movement of Terry’s fingers. “Gimme three, I think that’s gonna do it…oh, yeah, stroke it, that’s…no, don’t touch that spot. Just stop for a minute and don’t do anything.” Terry stopped. “Ok, take ‘em out.” Terry did so, glancing surreptitiously at his fingers. Brent saw this and grinned. “Don’t worry; I cleaned house before you got here.” He reached down and spread himself with his hands. “C’mon, “cher”,” he said. “Put it right there.”

Terry leaned forward, over Brent, and aimed his cock at Brent’s opening, there in the semi-dark. “Yeah, I’m really doing this,” he thought.

One inch. He felt the other man push to open for him. Two. Another thrust. Another.

He was in.

It was the tightest place he had ever been in, and it felt so good it frightened him. Brent’s strong legs wrapped around his body. He groped around in the bed with one hand.

“What’re you looking for?” Terry asked.

“The stuff.”

“Here it is,” Terry said, handing it to him. Brent flicked up the cap and poured a large dollop of it into his hand, which he wrapped around his cock. Terry backed out a few inches and thrust. Brent gasped and grimaced. “Are you OK?”

“Never better,” Brent said. His other hand came up to grasp Terry’s arm. “Ok, man. Do it. Show me what you’ve got.” Terry began to move within the hot tight ring of Brent’s grip and they got into a nice rhythm. Brent’s eyes, dark in the soft minimal light of the candles, now looked up into his, and occasionally, down at the action of his hand on his cock. “Ah, that’s good. A little harder, a little deeper…” Terry felt him tense, tighten his legs around his body, heard the quickening of his breath. “Oh, man, I’m getting there, I’m getting there—oh, “oh”—” His teeth gleamed in the candlelight. Terry felt a strong constriction around his cock. Looking down, he saw the first pearl-and-moonstone scatter of cum fanning out onto Brent’s stomach and chest. That and the look on the other man’s face and the rhythmic pressure from Brent’s contracting ass ring sent him over the edge. He thrust down strongly, letting the feeling take over, following it, following it in a frenzy of motion, and then it exploded inside of him and he slammed into Brent with a shout. He sagged down onto Brent’s body and they rolled to one side and came apart. He smelled candle wax, fresh sweat and semen. Shadows and light wavered on the ceiling.

Brent, lying beside him, raised himself on one elbow and looked down at him. “That was as good as I thought it would be,” he said, lightly running a finger down the center of Terry’s chest.

“Thanks,” Terry said. They lay there for a few more minutes, not saying anything. The rain was still falling fast and thick outside. Presently Terry got up, went to the bathroom and washed his dick. The few girls he had back-doored had placed such emphasis on the importance of doing this, it did not occur to him not to. He looked up to see Brent leaning in the doorway, smiling at him.

“I can see you’ve been trained,” he said. Terry shrugged and moved to the john. After they’d both used it, they went back into Brent’s room and lay down on the bed. “C’mere,” Brent said. “I feel like cuddling.” Terry lay down next to him with his head resting on Brent’s solid, muscular arm. It was cozy in the small room. Brent’s body was warm against his right side. “You doing OK, boo?”

“Mm,” Terry murmured, rubbing his nose against Brent’s cheek. It was softly scratchy. The two of them talked, desultorily. Brent was mildly curious about Houston, having been in no big city other than New Orleans, and Terry told him what he could. It came out that Brent’s cousin Russ whose coming had led to the Primeaux family breaking apart lived in Galveston; or Brent thought he did; he knew better than to expect that Terry would ever have met up with him. Terry was curious about the events of that summer, but wasn’t going to ask if Brent didn’t feel like bringing it up.

He lifted my jaw, and our eyes met again. Was this something more? Could it be that there was a romance developing between he and I? His expression said so much more… I could see the heartfelt need in his eyes. His longing for commitment.

“I never go all the way with any guys that come in here. I just give em’ a rubdown, and maybe jerk them off, but… you… you’re different.” he admitted.

With that, I stood to meet him. This was a moment that I would never forget. Our eyes remained locked together as we both thoughtfully held one another. There we stood, arm in arm, cock pressing cock, now unwavering in our endeavor to become one tonight.

“I felt it too when I kissed you.” I whispered.

He nodded his head slowly as his mouth swayed towards mine.

“Are we falling in Lo…?” I asked as he cut off my words with a needy kiss.

Hungrily, Gregory chewed at my mouth with an urgency I wasn’t expecting. His hands wandered across my back– to my ample, round ass. My hold gained as well as our rock hard cocks pressed against one another. Our kiss grew in urgency as he began moaning under his breath… I fell victim to his exhilarating masculine seduction, and devotedly accepted his craving for more.

Our kiss broke off as we pressed our foreheads together, catching our breath.

“I’m off in an hour. Say you’ll wait and go home with me.” Gregory said.

“Of course I will.” I replied, kissing him with assurance.

He looked up, and we came together again. It was becoming something we both didn’t expect.

We both got dressed, and shared another loving kiss as I told him I would wait. I was somewhat dejected, wondering if he was serious in his plea. But then again, a person’s eyes never lie.

Waiting in the main lobby, I ordered a drink as I anxiously watched the clock tick away. It was getting close to the time we both agreed on, and my mind soon began the doubting process. Then, it was 10 minutes after, and then 20… The delay only made me more upset. But then, as I was setting down my last beer, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I was met with that familiar handsome and attractive face… Gregory.

“Sorry, Bro. My last client was a real asshole. I hope you didn’t think I abandoned you.” he said with that glowing smile I was coming to love more and more.

“Nah, no way man. I mean, it crossed my mind. But I’m glad I stayed.” I said, standing next to him as we held hands.

“Me too.” He whispered as I felt his hand clutch mine lovingly.

We both shared a telling smile as we made our way out.

Opening the door, Gregory showed me inside his spacious home. Large vaulted ceilings and luscious carpet spread all about as I stood in awe.

“Man, this is some place you got here!” I said.

“My parents left it to me. You like?” Gregory said, kicking off his sandals as he effortlessly slid off his shirt.

I jokingly growled, “Uhh-humm” as he made he way to the back. I could tell he was very comfortable with his pad.

Walking back in, Gregory met me in an adjacent living room as we both locked lips once more. This time, there were no fear or worry of someone bothering us. He was dressed only in a pair of skimpy, slick work out shorts. I backed him up against the wall, chewing his tan neck with fervor. Our hands were all over one another as the same passion from earlier returned twice fold. Gregory clutched my button down, ripping it off me as we both smiled– finally feeling one another chest to chest. His hands swiftly undid my belt and zipper, sending my jeans and boxers to the carpet. Stepping out, our naked bodies met together in pure bliss as hands and arms held on to one another in dire hope. Our actions were a flood of rapid kisses and a flurry of arms and hands trying to hold as much man flesh as possible.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” I sighed as his mouth lapped away at my shoulder.

Gregory groaned in animalistic agreement. Lifting his mouth for a reply; “And I can’t get enough of you. This… pure body… pure heart.”

Another kiss, and without warning, Gregory swooped me into his bulky arms. Taken off guard, I grabbed onto him, laughing at the unusual situation.

“Isn’t this for a bride?” I asked.

“Maybe you are my bride.” He said with a serious look.

My smile faded as we shared a long, moist kiss.

“Let’s go to bed… together.” Gregory whispered.

I nodded in complete agreement. It was a little odd, yet I felt so safe in his arms. I never expected such an event to unfold. I was merely hoping for a slight touch, or maybe a kiss with another man. Yet here I was, being swept away to a hunky stud’s bedroom… in his arms, and being adored. It was absolute ecstasy.

We made our way through the hallway, and finally into his beautiful bedroom. Gregory laid me upon my back on his plush king sized bed. The sheets were satin, and felt good against my sensitive skin. I spread out as he crawled upon the bed, coming down atop of me comfortably. Our arms held each other as we hungrily made out for a blissful eternity. Skin against skin, mouth upon mouth… we were on fire for one another. I finally had the chance to touch his Herculean chest… admire the bursting, deeply carved pecks that were incredible to touch. My mouth suckled from his right peck, slowly taking in his nipple that was welcomed into my starving mouth. At the same time, we rolled onto my back again as he straddled my now sweaty flesh. My hands were like feathers– striding down his sculpted back, feeling the beautiful valley of his rigid spine as I traced its perfect contours. Moans of utter euphoria echoed in his room as I felt another man’s mouth-watering ass for the first time. Soft… supple.

I decided to give Gregory something in return for the wonderful feast on my ass. Crawling beneath his musky flesh, his cock soon brushed against my face. His legs straddled my head as I embraced the entire homosexual act of lovemaking. This was my destiny… my definitive fate. And I wanted to prove to Gregory that my intentions were sincere.

I gazed at the wide lump of cock in front of me before offered him my eager tongue. With finesse, my tongue slid up the fragile underside of his organ, meticulously running up until I motioned my head across to take in the first four inches into my mouth. God, I would have cumm there just feeling another man’s hard cock inside my mouth. Gathering all the drool I could, I bathed his precious organ as my lips quietly sealed themselves around his cock. Recalling what I so loved about those unforgettable blowjobs from my past, I set out to give one to Gregory that he would never forget. Likewise, only a man truly knows what another craves. Men know what exact flutters and strokes cause their sperm to flow freely from their organ. It was my destiny to empty Gregory”s spicy testicles of succulent sperm.

I wanted to do this blowjob without the use of my hands, so I soon stroked his fleshy ass in long, loving caresses. Its hard to put to words exactly what its like to suck another man, but this I can tell you… it is the most amazing act of passion you will ever feel. To actually know you are tasting another man’s beloved organ. To feel him tremble and shudder, and then to realize its because of you he’s reaching an orgasm. Looking up to a man and seeing his face twisted and contorted in wild, uncontrollable ecstasy… and realizing its all because of you doing this… My beloved man.

I slid my tongue beneath his shaft, sliding it sideways slowly. This set off a string of jolts– rocking Gregory’s browned flesh. He buckled as I motioned him on his back. Now I could fully consume his sperm filled organ. We shared a brief glance before I inhaled the cock. Head leaned back, Gregory’s body stiffened as every muscle summoned his life giving seed deep within the darkest alcoves of his ripened testicles. I was torn. I wanted to watch him experience this, yet I also wanted to take all of his cock into my mouth. I choose the latter, now twitching my lips as I parted my jaw as wide as I could to take him in. I gagged a little, but soon, his beautiful cock found itself resting inside my throat… where it belonged. The wide tip, now safely pressed against the back of my throat as my hands ran all over his sweaty chest. His legs twitched… his abdomen hurled. Chest heaving in deep, violent gasps for air. My nose, resting amidst the smooth naked flesh of his groin– chin resting upon his sack. Again I slid my tongue side to side… Gregory’s arms swung wildly as he grabbed the sides of his head in sheer awe.

“Fuck… Oh fuck!” he shouted.

I knew he loved that. I did it again and again until I tasted his warm liquid oozing from his cock. It must of been precumm. It didn’t matter. I swallowed it anyway.

Misty eyed, Gregory looked down at me with his entire stalk vanished inside my mouth. Our eyes met as I began bobbing up and down. Loud popping noises and wet gurgles of cock sucking echoed throughout his bedroom as fierce shudders sent his flesh into utter euphoria. His eye balls rolled back in his head as he was swept away in the loving current of my first blow job.

“Feels so… so fucking good.” He managed to utter. “Your first… cock… so much cock” Gregory whimpered as the swell of orgasm was heard in his uneven voice.

He sounded like a hopeful, little boy. I swear he was almost crying from the pleasure.

I moaned in agreement, and in realization that he was right. He was my first cock. My first man… My moans set him off. His upper body arched up as he clutched my face as it bobbed up and down. His powerful hands set me in motion as I lovingly complied to his pace. I was lost in the moment. Too consumed by an undying cause to make this man liberate his beloved seed. Nothing else mattered to me at this point. I wanted him to cumm.

He collapsed back again. I quickly set back my pace, taking time to feel the throbbing vein underlying the cock. It was pulsing with early signs of orgasm. I knew that at any moment, hot delicious cumm would be quickly surging into my mouth. I silently decided to swallow Gregory’s seed. I had to… it was just the way it had to be.

My lips lazily dragged themselves atop his glossy bulb, letting out a suction pop as several thick lines of precumm joined my lips to his cock. I saw the cock twitch uncontrollably as it fell back inside my mouth. With an intense fervor, my head pistoned upon his organ, combining my sideways motions of my tongue… His body lunged to one side, as if every muscle in his body connected. He locked up… eyes bulging up in wonderful anguish. Breath seized inside his lungs… I didn’t stop. I then felt the first gush of succulent sperm hit the back of my throat. Gregory simply went spastic… like a untamed beast. His bellowing cries filled the bedroom as I savored his salted broth before swallowing it into my empty stomach. His hand grasped mine as another powerful volley of intoxicating sperm filled my mouth. He must have been cumming gallon upon gallon of sperm. I couldn’t swallow him fast enough. I moaned in fulfillment as his body rocked in the mighty distress of orgasm. My mouth didn’t leave his cock once… not once.

His body swayed as the overwhelming orgasm subsided. Sweat covered his attractive face as his tresses were soaked in mannish perspiration. With my mouth still stuffed with cock, our needful gazes met again. This time, we remained motionless as the final twitches of orgasm faded away. My stomach was filled with his essence… his depleted seed. I was now complete. And the look in my eyes said it all.

Slowly, my mouth slipped off his semi-erect organ. A loud pop was heard as I licked my lips, noticing his saliva-sperm covered penis. He motioned me for a kiss… and I happily complied. Together, the two of us laid in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep. My head rested safely against his chest, listening to his manly heartbeat… I was home… truly home.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Looking up, I heard a shower running nearby. Sitting up, I made my way down the hallway as steam bellowed out from his lavish bathroom. Nudging the door open, I saw the divine sight of Gregory’s sculpted physique in the shower. I walked in, and decided to share this bath with him. A smile welcomed me in as we shared the first of many kisses of the day. The balmy, soothing waters coated our flesh as I relished the velvety feel of his skin mixing with the water.

I broke off our kiss as I looked him in the eye…

“I want you inside me.” I whispered.

He slowly nodded in one of those intense moments lovers share as the realization of what their about to do hits them. I was ready for this… craved it… Needed it.

I made my way around so that my back was to him. Nuzzling my neck, Gregory’s tongue glazed my neck and shoulder as he pressed his hardness upon my ass. Cooing my support for his actions, Gregory leaned back and guided his tool between my willing cheeks. Spitting in his hand, he coated his cock for lubrication as I leaned over in the stall… I knew what had to be done since I had experienced anal sex with women before… I relaxed myself… an open sign of my willingness for him.

“God, you’re ass… look at this gorgeous ass.” He said under his breath.

“Its for you… all for you.” I replied, arching my back further.

With that, I felt his wide bulb pressing against my asshole. Biting my lower lip, I felt his strong manly hands grip my waist… Ever so slowly, Gregory tucked his penis inside my humid bowels… I winced slightly in slight pain as his width demanded my unconditional acceptance. I shivered in surreal prospect, realizing that I was about to allow a stunningly handsome man to have full blown sex with me… Me, a lifelong straight man who never once gave in to his natural desires. Once his marvelous thick cock passed my ring, his luscious girth managed to tuck itself in soothingly.

Soft, gentle words of support were said as Gregory understood my dilemma.

“Oh, Brian… so warm. So pure. I”m inside you now. Can you feel me?” He softly said as more and more of his penis gliding inside.

I was stunned at that moment… so amazed that a man was actually mating with me. Every susceptible nerve in my gorged ass tingled as I relaxed more for his continuing plunge inside… I wanted to ensure his happiness with my ass. I wanted him to cumm again.

Leaning over, Gregory was soon kissing and lapping the back of my neck as he struggled to get himself all the way in. I balked by the intensity of him, surging inside my bowels… I knew then what a woman must feel. To be fully taken by a man, and to give complete pleasure for the sake of their partner. It was uneasy at first, but then the pain subsided… I then felt the hot water upon me… mighty hands clutching at my hips… rock hard cock now all the way inside me, balls deep– all nine powerful inches. I gasped, realizing that just hours before, the same cock that was in my mouth was now surging within the deepest nooks of my ass. That one thought sent shivers through me as I gasped for air… Gregory held me as his groin now pressed fully against my drenched ass. We were two men joined in the most sacred of ways…

I heard Gregory sigh with his lust for me. Looking back, I saw his eyes gazing at my round hips in amazement.

“So deep… inside. God, Brian… I can feel you.” He managed to utter while clutching my sweaty cheeks.

My reply was clinching my ass muscles around his delightful cock. I wanted every anal fiber to lovingly caress that penis so that it would give me it”s warm reward. Gregory felt it, and buckled immediately. His frame fell atop my back, still holding onto my bountiful ass.

“God, what are you doing to me? I feel you…” he mumbled with his tongue splayed across my neck.

His effortless thrusting picked up as his length pistoned in and out… in and out. Overwhelmed by the feeling of cock, I collapsed. This was too much to take. Yet I wanted more… I wanted his entire body inside me. That hunky, glossy body hurling itself at me with unbridled hope. Hands holding onto me as if it meant his life… the deep hope inside his heart as he was intent on getting as deep as humanly possible.

“Oh, Brian… so deep.” He murmured.

“Just where you belong.” I replied as droplets of water cascaded across our bodies.

“You’re gonna be a real man now… a real gay man.” he said, skillfully pounding against my trembling ass.

“Oh, Gregory… I’m gay… so gay… You made me gay.” I replied with a whisper.

“Tell me your ass was made for a man.” He demanded.

“Only for a man… only for cock and sperm.” I said.

He suddenly cried out, digging his fingernails into my ass flesh with an urgency I’ve never seen. As if my words triggered a deeper need inside him.

“You’ve… always been gay.” he tried to say between grunts of intense power and exertion.

I smiled, knowing that speech rendered him completely helpless. A handsome strapping man. Powerful and strong, yet weakened by the thought of another man.

“Talk about my ass, Gregory. Tell me what you”re doing to it.” I begged.

“So fucking hot. I”m…” he uttered as his manly voice trailed off to the hopeful tone he had beforehand. That high pitched tone of faith and desire. He chanted my name as the sound of our flesh slapping echoed throughout the shower stall.

He breathlessly continued. “… mating with you. Fucking this ass. This ass.”

“It was made for cock” I said, absorbing the mighty plunges of his cock.

“Oh God yes…” He breathlessly replied.

“Or your hot tongue.” I added.

Gregory’s entire body trembled again. I couldn’t believe how much he loved talking during sex. Yet another beautiful layer to our growing romance. His efforts grew, as did his persistent thrusts. The sensation of his relentless cock inside me sent thousands of refreshing bolts of electricity through my sensitive asshole… “I’m being fucked by this gorgeous man.” I thought to myself. “Its really happening… I am now a complete homosexual man.”

Gregory’s penis slipped out from the moist grasp of my ass. Confused, I turned to see him motion me onto the floor of the shower stall. Laying on my back, his mighty hands clutched my legs as his chest lowered upon the back of my legs. I knew he wanted to fuck me differently now… and that was fine because now I could watch his expressions as he mounted me.

Our eyes watched the other”s expressions in dire need. Seeing him lose all control and composure as every muscle in his body moved in perfect unison. My quivering palms caressed his broad shoulders as he shoved himself balls deep– meeting my mouth with his. With his tongue being suckled, I could feel his penis start to quake in orgasm. His moans turned into muffled squeals as I felt the first wave of sperm saturate my ass. I grasped his frame as orgasm traumatized his body. I too squealed in delight, feeling the flowing sperm wash throughout my bowels. It felt utterly amazing… warm, fertile sperm gracefully gushing inside my anal cavity… my fingers clawing his muscular back in hope to get him even more deeper. My first man, and he was blessing me with abundant amounts of his vigorous semen. As the blistering wave of orgasm carried us away, thousands of bolts of electricity thoroughly raped me. We were forever joined now as Gregory”s semen was inside me… his seed flowing through me, taken in by my willingness to have him completely.

We arose to finish our bath, sharing plentiful kisses and long stares. Gregory let me massage baby oil across his entire body, a ritual he had been doing for years. It was such a loving end to our first act of complete, intense intercourse. I memorized every muscle my Herculean lover had… long, lengthy caresses across his shoulders. Relaxing strokes down his back, kneading the polished globes of ass. My fingernails dug into the hairless cheeks, claiming my hold upon his flesh. This was my man… my lover. My gay lover.

We spent the day getting to know one another. We shared a light lunch as he asked me to go swimming with him in his indoor pool. Thrilled by the erotic edge of water, I happily took him up on his offer.

I swam nude, but Gregory dressed in a stunning black thong that highlighted his scrumptious ass cheeks. After a few laps, Gregory saw that all I was doing was looking at his splendid ass. A long, loving kiss followed as he affectionately stroked my jaw.

“Do you want to be inside my ass, Brian?” He silently asked.

I nodded yes, returning his kiss. His reply was taking my hand, and guiding me to the edge of the pool where the steps were. On his knees, Gregory came out of the water as I eagerly followed. Hungrily rising from the water, my hands stroked for his smooth, hairless thighs. Moaning his name aloud, I dropped my face to his lower back– biting the thong between my teeth. We both sighed in pleasure as my eyes looked at the lucky material of the thong that was tucked between his mouth-watering cheeks. I quickly yanked off the thong, smothering my face in his ass so I could taste the asshole I was about to fuck. Gregory”s tan and glossy flesh quivered as my tongue soothingly slipped itself inside his balmy ass.

With his ass now lubricated, I mounted his silky flesh. With my left hand gingerly patting his cheek, I impatiently guided my rock hard cock between the folds of backside. All you could hear in the steamy pool was the lapping of the water upon our bodies, and the occasional murmur or sigh from us. The setting was so incredibly enthralling.

The wide bulb of my seven inch cock slowly pleaded Gregory”s ass for it”s dearest acceptence. The scorching warmth of another man”s ass consumed my penis as both of my hands now rested on his rounded globes. I slowly pushed, and gradually– naturally, his asshole graciously welcomed my virgin cock into the insides of his being. I cried out in shock at first, feeling myself gradually sinking all the way in.

“Your first ass, Brian. Think about it.” cooed Gregory in his loving voice.

“Oh my God, Gregory. I… I”m inside you. I”m really… doing this.” I faintly replied, overwhelmed by the warmth and reality of the intense moment.

My eyes bulged in surreal hope, thinking about my cock sliding inside a man”s ass. Could this really be happening to me? How lucky am I to be fucking such masculine splendor? I buckled, collapsing atop his back with my fingernails digging into Gregory”s glistening shoulders. I nervously tried to find an inborn, uninhibited pace for our mating rite. My scalding breath fell over his brawny skin as Gregory turned his head to listen to my pants of ecstasy. The dire hope in my mind made me weak… I had become complete. I was now truly a man. Our flesh found it”s instinctive tempo as his ass muscles delicately caressed my entire stalk. It felt like a million dripping fingers were cascading across my cock. This was unlike any other woman I”ve pounded before… all of them were a waste. A shallow deed that paled in comparision to the unquestionable glory of ass fucking a man. Each thrust, forward and back, sent me into complete fulfillment. I tried to get my cock as deep into him as possible… I wanted nothing more than to brand him with my sperm.

“Oh my Brian.” panted Gregory. “Your cock is where it belongs.”

I cried out, causing me to strenghen my thrusts.

“You”ve waited for this all your life, haven”t you?” he asked as my groin slapped against his ass.

I grunted yes the best I could as I rose again, this time taking my command of him. I found my confidence as the gurgling sounds of my fucking him was heard. I gazed down to see the broad shoulders, tapering down to his thin waist… two men fucking like undomesticated animals bent on joining together at whatever the cost. I felt the first signs of orgasm, and slowed my pace to shake off the tickle. Gregory looked behind at me, dizzy with sheer lust. I hurled my entire weight into him, sending ripples of manly fucking across his tan ass. I took my right hand, and scooped up a handful of water as I splashed it over his ass and back. God, he was so fucking sexy. A pure, muscle bound man. The valley in his spine, decorated with immeasurable muscles. And here I was fucking him… pounding him… making him mine.

“Think about my ass, Brian…” He groaned. “Your cock tucked inside…”

I replied with another gasp of amazement.

“And you”re gonna cumm inside me, aren”t you? Aren”t you, Brian?” He demanded.

“Fuck yea I am…” I yelled as I watched my rigid cock vanish inside his picturesque ass.

“You better cumm inside me you gorgeous fucking stud… you better.” he grunted as he now heaved his backside against my trembling body.

The waters beside our bodies sloshed about as the strength of our fucking grew out of control. Each lunge I made was met with a powerful smack of our bodies. My hands clutched at his hips, almost lifting his ass from the water… My loud grunts bellowed out as I violently pounded my gay lover.

“Your sperm smearing my bowels… claiming me as your man.” He cried out.

I vehemently shuddered, imagining the tip of my cock blasting my hot broth inside him. Swarming all the way through his most private, and secret parts of his body. My seed would forever be with him… carrying me with him each and every day. That mere thought caused my sperm to begin its exquisite passage from my testicles… I could feel the pressure of my seed start its timeless voyage, this time going inside an awe inspiring male. The sounds of the lapping waters, our panting and cries, along with the boiling warmth of Gregory”s delicious asshole was all too much. Every thought, muscle, act, and word became focused on one thing… cumming inside Gregory. Shooting my sperm as deep as humanly possible.

“Oh Gregory, its happening! You”re making me… me… cumm.” I shouted, biting my teeth in powerful need.

“Deeper, Brian… make it happen. Hold me…” chanted Gregory as I almost blacked out from the pleasure.

The splendor of my throbbing cock now set in. I just knew I would saturate him with at least a gallon of pent up seed. Rearing back, I looked down once more to see his ass. That ripened, full ass… Those two rounded, bronzed cheeks that called to me. That thought made it happen. His ass… I screamed as I felt the pulse of sperm shoot… My flesh locked up, bringing his body to mine as I continued to wail in unbelievable bliss.

“I feel the cumm! Oooohh, Brian… you”re doing it!” Gregory screamed.

“Cumming… Greg–” I replied, still thrusting and volleying scorching seed into his ass.

I took one last powerful lunge inside, making sure that not one drop would escape him. Convulsions robbed me of my composure as I thought about his ass… and the truth that I had finally become the man I knew I was meant to be.

Afterwards, Gregory and I lied together on the steps of the pool, sharing several kisses and basking in the afterglow of sex. Nestled in the comfort of his arms, my head rest upon his brawny chest. Long, meaningful kisses that lasted what seemed like an eternity. I didn”t want this to ever end.

I sighed, lifting my head to express my true feelings.

“I”m in love with you, Gregory.”

A long pause followed as all he could do was stare in my eyes. He brought both hands to my face and drew me close.

“I”m in love with you too. I want you to be my man… forever.” He replied, blessing me with a kiss of all kisses.

The end…or two men”s beginning.