Sex in the Sky

Fear had driven Rick away. Fear of the unknown of how his family would react. All his life his parents and siblings had been his rock, the solid foundation that made his life work. The thought of losing them left him feeling lost and alone.

That night, after making love with Dale that last time, he’d awoken shivering. Anxiety creeping over him, fear knifing into his gut. He rose quietly and seated himself in one of the oak chairs that Dale had kept in the bedroom. He watched Dale sleep, so innocently, so peacefully. He contemplated his future with Dale, wondering if he could really sacrifice his family for him. What if things didn’t work out? He’d find himself totally alone, no lover, no family, no friends. What if he ended up resenting Dale for his loss? Tears crept down his cheeks at the thought of this joyous love he felt, turn into something ugly and hurtful. Panic rose, twisting his guts, forcing him up and out. He ran.

Five days later, Rick was still punishing himself. He did every shit job he could find, just to keep himself occupied. At night he’d drive into Smiley’s, and drink with the regulars under the table. Everyday he woke with a hangover, puking his guts out. Pale and shaking, he’d return to work, sweating the remaining alcohol out of his system. And then again, he would return to Smiley’s for another round of poison each night.

He also ate little. Guilt and anger kept his stomach twisted when the alcohol wasn’t of sufficient quantity to make him forget.

He wore a brace on his left hand. Cursing himself for his cowardice, agonizing over Dale and what he must be going though. He was blinded by rage at himself and the situation. He punched a support beam in the barn, acquiring a hairline fracture. The six by six beam suffered no damage.

That night at Smiley’s, he sat alone in a booth, contemplating that magical night with Dale. His friends and those clinging women, knew better now than to disturb him. Rick had become surly and uncommunicative. He made it clear he wanted no company.

He sat and studied the pictures he’d pulled from his wallet. His parents, his siblings and their spouses, assorted nieces and nephews.

A picture of Dale filled his mind. Dale joking with him, teasing him. Dale fixing him coffee… that indulgent smile curving his sweet lips. Dale working with him, side by side, laboring through his exhaustion. Dale under him, their bodies joined, his words of love filling Rick’s ears and his heart.

Tears filled his eyes and rolled dolefully down his cheeks. Suddenly, he slid out of the booth, dashing the tears away. He staggered out of the bar leaving early, his alcohol buzzed brain seized with the notion to see Dale.

He had to see Dale. Had to be with Dale.

Rick drove slowly with exaggerated care. He had to get to Dale. He arrived to find the house pitch dark, not surprising as it was after one in the morning. He exited his truck and climbed the front porch steps. Hesitating only a moment, he began knocking at the door. He saw a light come on behind the concealing curtains. The fabric parted slightly, Dale’s face appeared. His expression was at first annoyed, then startled. Rick caught a fleeting glimpse of infinite pain that was suddenly blanked.

The front door opened. Dale kept the screen door locked, it stood between them.

“What are you doing here, Rick?” he question coldly.

“I had to see you, to tell you how sorry I am that I left.” he paused then blurted the words he couldn’t keep inside, “I had to tell you how much I love you.”

Dale blanched, drawing back as though struck, his voice quivered, “You’re drunk, go home.” He closed the door.

Rick heard the dead-bolt click. He turned away, shocked as his heart shattered. Sliding to his knees on the porch floor, wracking sobs shook his body. He thought he’d felt pain before. He realized it was nothing compared to this. Dale hated him. His life was over.

He didn’t hear the door open, didn’t see the figure that stood over him, until warm arms encircled him. Dale’s scent filled his nostrils, he fumbled his arms around that precious body, holding on for dear life.

Dale’s murmured words penetrated his consciousness, “It’s not fair. Where were you when I cried? Where were you? Where were you?”

Rick finally realized that Dale was crying too. “I’m sorry baby, so sorry, I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. I know I hurt you. I didn’t want to. I didn’t know what to do. I just didn’t know what to do.”

Dale pulled away, “You were scared? You didn’t know what to do? You should have talked to me. That’s what you should have done. You think I wasn’t scared too, after all the shit I’ve been through?”

Dale described in short pithy sentences, his failed relationship with Tony.

Rick stared at Dale, the realization of just how deeply he’d hurt him, seeping in. He rose on unsteady legs and turned away.

“Where are you going?” Dale demanded.

Head hanging, Rick explained, his voice a defeated mumble, “I know you can never forgive me

Dale. I want you to know, you were the best thing that ever happened to me. You deserve someone a hell lot better than me.”

He placed a foot forward, preparing to walk away one final time.

“I swear to God, Rick Hunter, if you walk away, I’m going to kick your fucking ass.” Dale growled out each word, his voice a fierce growl.

Rick turned, surprise giving him an almost comical expression. Hope filled his eyes.

“Do you love me?” Dale asked quietly.

Rick nodded.

“Do you promise from now on to share every problem with me? To talk to me? To give us a chance to find a solution together?”

Rick nodded again.

“Get your ass in the house.” Dale ordered.

A ghost of Rick’s patented grin made a fleeting appearance on his face as he was chastened. He entered the house.

Dale led him into the kitchen, indicating he should sit. Rick’s eyes followed him non-stop as Dale fixed a pot of coffee. He placed a steaming cup in front of Rick and sat next to him. He studied Rick with a critical air as he sipped his coffee.

Reaching out, he brushed Rick’s hair back from his face, “Looking a little rough there, farm boy.”

Rick closed his eyes momentarily, nodding his agreement. He shivered at Dale’s familiar yet fleeting touch. He opened his eyes, running a critical assessment of Dale

“You look a little haggard yourself.” he observed quietly.

“It’s been rough.” Dale admitted.

Rick broke eye contact, his gaze fastening on the table.

Dale sighed, “I didn’t say that to make you feel bad, Rick. I just figure we should be truthful with each other. I’m guessing you’ve made yourself feel almost as bad as I could.” He grazed his finger-tips over the brace on Rick’s hand. “What happened here?”

“Hairline fracture,” Rick admitted.

“How’d you manage that?” Dale asked.

Rick grimaced, a blush heating his cheeks.

Dale’s eyebrow raised.

“I was…uh…upset, I hit a support beam in the barn.” Rick confessed shamefacedly.

Dale tried to suppress a smile but was unsuccessful, “So you tried to beat up a barn. Gutsy. Real gutsy, Hunter.”

Eye contact resulted in unsuppressed chuckles. The laughter eased the tension.

Dale stood, “Come on, you look like you could use a shower and some sleep”

He led the way upstairs. As Rick stripped, Dale laid out fresh towels for him. While Rick showered, Dale splashed water on his face. He used the toilet and resisted the urge to flush it, just to hear Rick yell as the water got unexpectedly warm. He returned to the bedroom and stripped off his jeans, briefly considering whether he wanted to don briefs or sleep naked as usual. He opted for usual.

Rick made his appearance, hair damp, a towel wrapped around his waist.

He hesitantly approached the bed, “If you want, I can sleep on the couch, or in one of the other bedrooms. I don’t want to push you Dale. I want you to be comfortable, but…. I’d really like to hold you babe. Just hold you, nothing else.”

A soft smile graced Dale’s lips. He pulled back the covers, silently inviting Rick in. Rick smiled in return, dropped the towel and climbed in. The two of them snuggled together, Dale kissed Rick’s shoulder and sighed. Bodies relaxed. The effects of emotional and physical ravages took hold. The reunited lovers fell instantly asleep, locked securely in each other’s arms.

***

Dale woke slowly, stretching. His eyes blinked open. It was fully daylight, the sun well up. A thrill of panic clenched his stomach. He rolled forcefully, his elbow connecting with the hard abs of the man who lay next to him. Rick grunted, bending to protect his besieged mid-section.

“Damn, babe, are you going wake me up like this every morning? I was hoping for something a little sexier, if you know what I mean.” He gave his eyebrows a lascivious wiggle.

“Sorry,” Dale murmured, his breathing a bit rapid, “I wasn’t sure… I didn’t know…” He stopped, unsure of what to say without sounding accusing.

Rick rose up on his elbow, pushing Dale to his back, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you again.” He nuzzled Dale playfully, “Except for one thing. I really gotta piss. Bad.”

He clambered over Dale’s reclined form, his morning hard on poking Dale as he went. Dale reached out, delivering a resounding smack to Rick’s retreating ass. Rick yelped and halted, turning a frowning gaze on Dale’s innocent face.

“You will pay for that, my innocent, little angel, mark my words.” He continued on to the bathroom. “By the way, if you need to pee, you better get in here. That’s the only reason you get to leave that bed today.”

Dale grinned, eager to comply. He anticipated Rick’s lovemaking. He was disappointed that Rick kept him in bed all right, he made him rest and eat.

Last night, when Rick joined Dale in bed, he became vividly aware of the physical manifestations of Dale’s ordeal. The weight-loss was noticeable. Dale had dark circles under his eyes that had not been there before. Remorse weighed heavily on Rick as he held Dale close through the night. He was determined to erase all reminders of his mistake, both physical and emotional.

He began by bringing breakfast in bed. He brought enough for two and they spent a pleasant, and to Dale’s way of thinking, frustrating hour, feeding, teasing and arousing each other with no more release than that provided by a few long, hot kisses. Dale assured Rick that he was fine, to no avail, Rick just shoved another tidbit in his mouth, admonishing him to eat.

Between meals, they slept, or read, or watched movies. Rick stayed at Dale’s side the entire day, except when he goes down to prepare meals. Rick would be the last to admit it, but his own body needed replenishment as well. His meals had been sparse, his body inundated with too much alcohol. Rick felt somewhat jittery and tired that day, he gratefully took his naps alongside Dale.

He slept especially sound during the late afternoon hours before supper. He woke to an empty bed, Dale having disappeared. He checked the bathroom, then downstairs, finding Dale in the kitchen preparing supper. He frowned fiercely.

“Damn it, Dale, your supposed to be in bed!”

Dale jumped, flipping a handful of salad greens out of the colander and into the sink, “Shit! Did you have to scare me like that?”

Rick moved to the sink, relieving Dale of the colander. “Go back to bed,” he ordered.

“Rick.”

“Bed.”

“Damn it, Rick, I’m not the only one who needs to be in bed. You think I can’t see that you suffered too?” Dale admonished him. “You lost weight, angel, and you’re tired. You didn’t stir when I got out of bed.”

Rick’s anger was defused, “You’re too observant, you know. Am I ever going to be able to put anything over on you?”

“No,” Dale chuckled, “but you’re welcome to keep trying.”

“All right,” Rick conceded, “I propose a compromise. We fix supper together, then we both go to bed.”

“On one condition,” Dale agreed, “sometime, before this night is over, you have to touch me with improper intent.”

Rick looked at Dale, feigning shock, ” Why, Mr. Vaden, I’m surprised at you! Are you inviting me to take carnal liberties with your personality?”

“You damn well better believe I am.” Dale complained, “I’m horny.”

Rick snickered at Dale’s plaintive admission, “Come here, you.” He hooked an arm around Dale’s neck, pulling him close. “I promise to perform, sordid, lewd and lascivious acts on your body, later. You’ll be my soiled dove, my fallen angel, my deflowered virgin.”

Dale’s brows rose at the last moniker, “Um, I think it’s a little late for that last one.”

“You’re right,” Rick agreed with a shrug, “ah well. Hey, maybe I should introduce you to my favorite role playing fantasy. It’s called “Milking the Cow.”"

Dale frowned, his face was a study in confusion and disbelief. He looked at Rick from under lowered lashes, unsure if he was serious or not.

Rick lost his struggle to keep a straight face, he burst out laughing, “Lord, you should see your face!”

Dale grinned sheepishly, “I didn’t know if I should be jealous because you’ve been doing the cows, or drop to all fours and practice my moo.”

Rick howled with laughter as tears streaked down his face. Dale grabbed him as he staggered into his arms.

“You’re a nut.” he accused Rick fondly, “Must be why I feel I have to take pity on you and give you a little lovin’.”

“Bullshit,” Rick chuckled. “You know it’s because you find me sexy and irresistible.”

Dale solicitously patted Rick on the back, while pretending to humor him, “Oh yeah, that’s right, I forgot. Come on sweetie, let’s get supper started. You need to eat. I think you’re a little light headed.”

The two of them continued their banter as they fixed their supper. They fixed a simple meal, salad, toasted cheese sandwiches, and cream of tomato soup. Neither had the inclination to play gourmet. It was just too much trouble, they wanted a quick fix, simple food and a quicker cleanup. That accomplished they returned upstairs.

Rick declined sharing the shower with Dale, much to Dale’s disappointment. After performing his nightly bedtime rituals, he turned the bathroom over to Rick and jumped into bed, waiting impatiently. When Rick joined him in bed, he immediately became the aggressor. He kissed Rick with all his pent up passion, wringing moans from him. His hands wandered Rick’s body, massaging, arousing. Having taken enough, Rick went on the offensive. He rolled Dale over onto his stomach.

“I want you on your knees, baby.” he ordered.

Dale complied, groaning as Rick draped himself over his body. Rick reached around and took

Dale’s cock in hand, slowly stroking.

“Guess what I found.” Rick whispered in his ear.

“What?” Dale panted, totally unprepared for Rick’s next salvo.

“A teat.” Rick answered.

Dale growled a warning, “Rick, don’t start.” Irritated, Dale couldn’t help the laughter that began slowly bubbling inside.

Rick ignored him and continued to pull at Dale’s cock, “It’s a big one too, think I’ll milk it.” He increased the strength of his strokes. Dale groaned, torn between laughter and the indescribable pleasure he was getting from Rick’s touch.

“You sadistic bastard,” he gasped as the laughter bubbled closer to the surface.

Rick whispered seductively, “Moo for me, baby.”

Dale lost it completely. The laughter burst free as he collapsed to the bed. He lay there, shaking.

Rick’s equally laugh-racked frame draped partially over his own. The bed shook with their mirth, not exactly the way Dale had planned for it to be shaking, but pleasurable just the same, and healing.

Rick rolled slowly to his back with a groan and a long, contented, “Mmm.” as Dale followed, moving into his arms. Muscles relaxed and weakened by the laughter, they lay drowsy and acquiescent as sleep began to claim them.

Dale sleepily murmured a plaintive “I’m never gonna get laid” and drifted to sleep.

Rick joined him, a sleepy, yet devilish smile, curving his lips.

A couple of hours later, Dale woke to growing pleasure. His cock was engulfed in hot, wet, velvet heat that stroked and sucked. He groaned and reached down, finding the head of his lover bobbing rhythmically over his groin. He wrapped his fingers in soft, silky hair, petting, encouraging, and expressing his appreciation.

Rick hummed, acknowledging Dale’s awareness.

Dale’s body clenched at the vibration. His buttocks tightened as he mindlessly undulated a counter rhythm. Rick’s hand cupped his ball sack, gently massaging, drawing a guttural groan from Dale. When his fingers found that velvety length of skin between balls and pucker, pressing firmly, Dale cried out and released. Powerful spurts of hot, fertile cream flooded Rick’s mouth, which he swallowed with pleasure.

Dale finally calmed, his body melting, loose and relaxed. Rick moved up, covering him, finding his mouth, sharing a cum-flavored kiss.

“You didn’t get laid, but I hope that helped.” Rick whispered.

“Oh yeah, baby, just let me catch my breath and I’ll show you how good it feels.”

“Uh, uh, that was for you, lover. Just relax and sleep. We’ve got time, lots of time now, babe. Go to sleep.”

Dale’s heavy lids fluttered closed as Rick’s deep soothing rumble, washed over him. Rick hovered over him, softly stroking his hair. He was content to watch, to be part of the peace that filled his lover. He felt infinitely peaceful and satisfied himself, knowing he was correcting his mistake, heading in the right direction. No matter how much he loved his family, he knew now that Dale is his future. He was ready to accept the consequences, whatever they might be.

***

The next morning they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. Dale noticed that Rick seemed uncommonly subdued. At first he put it down to their continuing recovery, neither of them had coped very well with their separation.

Dale stood and began clearing the table while Rick finished his coffee. Dumping the dishes into hot soapy water, he returned to Rick. He walked behind him, placing his hands on Rick’s shoulders, he began a firm massage. Rick sighed and leaned back, his head against Dale’s mid-section. Smiling, Dale continued the massage, leaning down to place a kiss on the top of Rick’s head.

“You ok, baby?” he asked.

“Yeah, babe, just a little tired I guess.” He took one of Dale’s hands, kissing his knuckles, “Listen, I’m going to return the backhoe to mom and dad’s and have a talk with them, about us.”

Dale’s stomach lurched in sympathy. He knew Rick was dreading the upcoming confession and possible confrontation with his parents.

He squeezed Rick’s shoulder, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Rick nodded, “I don’t want to put it off. Waiting will just make it harder. Besides, they’re gonna wonder why I’m over here all the time.” He stood and took Dale’s hands in his, “Tell me you love me.”

Dale looked steadily into those beautiful, solemn, yet expectant, blue-green eyes, “I love you Rick Hunter. No doubts.”

Rick nodded decisively, curtly, as sheen of tears brightened his eyes. Dale dropped one of his hands but kept a firm hold of the other. He led him to the living room, leaving Rick in the center of the room with the admonition to stay put. He went to the stereo and pushing a button, selected a CD. He returned to Rick as the music began to flow from the speakers.

“I want you to listen to this song.” He held out his arms, “Dance with me”

Rick stepped forward and was enfolded in warmth and comfort. The music was soft and easy. The words telling of a lover’s fear of newly discovered love. And though the fear was there, so was the knowledge that everything would be all right as long as they were together.

They swayed slowly, as its mellow sweetness poured over them, the words knifing straight to his soul. He clung to Dale as tears threatened to pour. Dale’s arms tightened, holding his man in a warm, secure embrace. Their movements slowed and halted as the music ended.

It seems that when he was 18, Slut Boy’s parents were killed in a plane crash and he was sent to live with his kindly old uncle, some 32 years his senior. My age, in fact. Must be somethin’ about us 50-year-olds!

Anyway, uncle introduced him to the delights of going down on a nice length of cock, and also to the delights of being a sub to a dominant master. Whatta lovely uncle!

Then, after his trainin’, it seems uncle – bless his tender heart – passed Slut Boy on to a professional poker player.

One afternoon, before a big stakes tournament in some London gambling club, the poker player took Slut Boy along to Big Daddy’s hotel suite. There the two poker players played poker with the youngster – not with cards, if you get my meanin’ - and Big Daddy expressed a desire to enjoy Slut Boy’s submissive talents a bit more.

The English poker player said, words to the effect “Beat me in the tournament and you can have ‘im on loan for six months”. Big mistake.

The Limey and Big Daddy were the last two players standin’ and when the Englishman got a full house – jacks over 10s – he bet the lot. Big mistake. Big Daddy had a full house too – aces over queens. The next day, when Big Daddy walked into the first class section of his plane for the flight home to LAX, Slut Boy was with him.

That was a coupla weeks ago, and that’s when your’s truly came into the picture.

We sucked down the remains of our Buds and Slut Boy kissed me tenderly on the mouth.

“Master Lash,” he said, when we’d pulled apart, “I’ve got a confession to make.”

“Shoot,” I told him.

“When I said my cock was eight inches, I lied.”

I grinned. “Well, Slut Boy, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.”

He gave me one of his lovely smiles and asked: “What’s the good news?”

I said: “We’re goin’ back to that little ol’ torture chamber, Slut Boy.”

“Yummy, yummy, yummy,” he replied, fairly lickin’ the drool from his mouth. “And what’s the bad news, master?”

I kissed him slowly, then whispered in his ear: “This time, no fuckin’ Mr Nice Guy!”

“To be continued…”

Doug took a remote and adjusted the music volume.

“Anything you want to hear in particular?” he asked.

“No, jazz is fine; one of my favorites,” I responded.

Doug now touched a button on the big table and dimmed that airport landing light hanging above it to a more comfortable lumen level, and warming the ambiance of the room.

“I’ve been with lots of guys,” Doug said, as if our conversation hadn’t been interrupted. “Young, old, fat, bold, some egoists, some in it just for the money and cold as fish. I like mature men best because they’re settled and sure of themselves and enjoy just having sex for the sake of sex, taking their time, not for ‘until death us do part’ crap.”

“Even when I’m just making a porn flick, I enjoy the sex and my partner, and don’t just suck and fuck for the buck,” Doug said. “That’s why I’m called on a lot, I am enjoyed by the other actors, and my feelings are played out on the screen and the audience appreciates it.”

Doug was truly an artist, even if in a questionable form. He was definitely proud, professional, and quite sure of himself and his abilities, both art-wise and sexual. Weird as it seemed, I felt on an even plain with Doug as far as having pride in our work and selves. He was older than his years, but I suppose that comes from working in his chosen career in adult theater. Doug’s strong character was unquestionably attractive, as he was physically, and he was drawing me in.

“Since you haven’t been with a guy, have you ever watched gay male porn films?” Doug questioned.

“I’ll plead guilty to that,” I chuckled. “I’ve seen some scenes from gay guy pictures, but I never really got off on them or watched them enough to even get warm.” What I didn’t tell Doug was that they had gotten me hard.

“Well, we’ll just have to adjust that then,” Doug declared jovially, as he rose out of the chair and bounced over to the entertainment center where he riffled through some DVD boxes before choosing one. Doug shut off the jazz station and turned-on the TV and DVD player and dropped in the selection he had. After a moment the screen of the forty-eight inch behemoth television was illuminated with the logo and title of Sid’s movie company and backed by the customary canned music so common to porn flicks that the bands and musicians have now developed their own groupies and collectors.

The screen was brilliant with a sunlit tableau of a sparkling pool and setting that appeared to be somewhere in the islands of the Caribbean, until I recognized the set to be the very yard outside Doug’s door! The camera panned about, taking in all the ornamentation and water works and then it drifted over to a gazebo in the far corner where two individuals could be seen seated very close within it.

In the next scene, we were now right outside the gazebo entry with the occupants and there on the screen in living color was Doug and an equally young and gorgeous young lad, both of them naked and sporting huge erections, each of them stroking the other’s manhood tenderly as they leaned in and kissed each other passionately on the mouth.

Instantly my dick began to pump full of blood and swelled to stand at attention beneath the robe. The erotica of these boys kissing and handling each other’s pricks was arousing, whether the viewer was gay or not. It seemed they had also just left the pool because water droplets were glistening on each of their chests, dangling in the sparse twigs of hair trying to grow there. Their dark nipples were hard and puckered.

I felt precum begin to creep upward out of my nuts to the exit point at my cumhole. I wanted to grasp my own hardness and stroke it, but I looked down at Doug seated on the floor between me and the TV and worried over what else I might start spinning out of control by pleasuring myself. I leaned back into the couch’s welcoming crevasse and looked down my body over my rising cock tenting the robe, and over Doug’s head at the scene on TV.

“His name is Jimmy and he’s one of the best kissers I ever worked with,” Doug narrated. “This was his first film for Sid, or anyone, and after we were finished he told me he could never have done it with anyone but me the first time.”

Doug turned around to look at me and instantly saw that I had a full erection concealed beneath the heavy terry robe’s folds, and that I was reclined, which made my cock more pronounced, and which seemed an invitation to Doug.

As I watched Doug on the screen and Jimmy Newguy locked in a passionate embrace, their hands working over each other’s massive hardons, precum oozing copiously from each of their cumholes, I didn’t notice Doug shifting his position.

All of a sudden Doug’s head popped up in front of me, obscuring the TV screen a bit. He was back lighted so his facial features were a bit obscured. Without warning, he reached up under the robe and encircled my hard shaft with his hand and squeezed me firmly. I gushed some oil onto my belly and Doug did a slow stroke up and down my shaft, parallel to my lower belly, and then he pulled it toward him and vertical, which of course parted the sides of the robe and exposed my cock to view and illumination by the TV.

I didn’t move. Rather, I was now given over to letting qué çera çera happen to me. As I watched Doug in the movie on the TV with Jimmy, the Doug live was stroking and manipulating my manhood here in his house.

“Hmmm…I knew you’d have a nice cock, Paul. I can always tell a guy with a nice package,” Doug purred.

On the TV, Jimmy had stood up and Doug had moved on the bench of the gazebo to face at a right angle to the camera so that the image of Jimmy shoving his massive meat into Doug’s mouth could be exquisitely captured for the viewer’s enjoyment. I watched in awe as Jimmy’s cock glided deep into Doug’s throat and then withdrew, all shiny with Doug’s saliva, and then slowly sinking into Doug’s throat once again.

Doug was stroking my dick in precise time to the scene on the screen.

“Like what you’re seeing, Paul?” Doug asked.

All I could do was moan and gasp as a tremendous throb hit my loins and more precum boiled out of my cock head. I had never felt such a possession by someone, such a firm, positive grip on my manhood that made me feel terrific. I wanted this boy to ravish me in any manner he elected to. Was I being converted to being gay, bi? I didn’t know or care, I just wanted sex!

Doug now shifted his position and knelt up between my thighs. I could see his face now and he was smiling down at me with a look like one sees on the faces of Angels in books. We made eye contact and passion was ignited, lust expanded, and I felt almost a love for this boy who was grasping my tool in his strong hand. Doug reached up with his other hand and untied the robe tie and then he flipped it open, baring me head to toe, and to his will.

“There is nothing like being taken by another man, Paul,” Doug spoke. “Once you have been, it’s not easy to deny the need and desire to do it often, or to stay with men and forget women.”

As I was thinking to myself that there was no way I could ever forget being with women, Doug leaned forward and began to kiss and lick the head of my cock. Seeing this lad take my cock into his mouth nearly made me shoot right then. Doug firmly manipulated my cock skin up and down, jerking me off, and combined that with taking my cock into his mouth to suck on it and run his tongue all around and over the sensitive head, occasionally probing the cumhole with the tip of his tongue. Oh God I was in heaven! I gave myself up for Doug’s amusement.

Doug now removed his hand from my shaft and just swallowed me whole. I could feel my cock head hit the back of his throat and then slip into the tight opening and down his throat until his lips rested against my belly and balls. The pressure of tightness of his throat, and the heat in there, cause me to harden further and then I felt that undeniable feeling of impending eruption from my balls.

“Oh, God…Doug! I can’t take that, I’m gonna blow already…oh shit!” I almost yelled.

As if commanded, Doug began to bob his head up and down on my impaling cock even faster, suction and slurping noises periodically coming from the seal of his lips around my shaft. That was it for me.

“Ahhhh…..mmmmmm……oooooohhhhh ffuuuucccccckkkkkk!” I growled as I exploded in an orgasm more intense than any I could remember since my first youthful encounters with my first girlfriend. I shot spurt after spurt, and with almost painful force, down into Doug’s vacuuming throat. The room spun and rainbows of spots danced before my eyes as I almost passed-out from the intensity of the cum. It felt like I’d shot my balls down his throat!

Doug continued gently sucking on my deflating dick, cleaning up any escaped drops of my cum. When he was satisfied that was finished, he rose up and along my body to come face to face with me, a happy, dazzling smile upon his face, and then he locked his lips on mine and we kissed as only lovers can. Never in my wildest dreams or imaginings would I have been kissing a guy, yet…here we were. When we broke the kiss I could taste Doug and my own cum on my lips, and it was a heady concoction that tripped sensors within my being and made my cock begin to come alive almost at once…unheard of for me, especially these days in my middle age!

“I always want someone’s first time to be memorable,” Doug cooed. “Will this be memorable for you?”

“Holy fuck, Doug!” I said. “It’s gonna be so memorable that I think you erased all memories of any fucking I did before this!” I exclaimed, as I wrapped my arms around Doug’s upper back and hugged him to me and we kissed again, our tongues intertwining in their love dance.

Very stimulating and arousing, kissing Doug like this. Totally different than kissing a woman, because Doug’s skin was man skin…tougher, and he had a stubble growth of beard, which of course one wouldn’t expect around a woman’s mouth! And the mere knowledge that I was actually lip locking with a male youth amplified the whole thing.

As Doug and I cuddled, I suddenly detected movement against my groin on top of my right thigh and realized it was Doug’s own hardon throbbing against me! Another first! I’d never have anticipated an occasion where I’d have a guy pressing his rock hard prick against my belly. I felt a new surge of energy blast into my own cock as it began to return to full extension and hardness.

“I think someone’s looking for attention, ” I said, as I gazed into Doug’s sea blue eyes.

“Oh, you mean him,” Doug said, and he humped his hardness into my naked lower belly, the thin sateen material of his lounge pants seeming not to even be there, as I felt every square inch and detail of the sword being ground into me. It felt humongous! Far larger than my own moderately thick, seven-incher, which was grinding itself against Doug’s groin on his left side.

“Yeah…him,” I said, and reached down between us, searching for Doug’s grab iron as he hovered above me, watching me intently, a knowing smile upon his face. As I got close, Doug raised himself up slightly on his arms to make room for my hand to pass between us. I reached the waistband of his loungers and plunged right in, but didn’t have to travel far, as his rock monster was waiting right at the band for me, drooling from its cumhole. I slid my hand between Doug’s belly and cock, encircled the meat with my fingers and thumb, then closed them and squeezed. Damn! His prod filled my hand like a loaf of Italian bread! I tugged lightly on it a couple of times, bringing a closing of his eyes and moan from Doug, accompanied by slight hump motions.

“Oh that feels so nice,” Doug whispered. “Stroke me, get me hotter!” he commanded.

I did. I stroked Doug’s rod of steel from balls to tip and estimated it must be something in the neighborhood of ten inches and close to five around. On the upward tug I stopped at the top and put my thumb over the tip of Doug’s cock, like over the top of a pen, and I began to swirl the precum bubbling out all over the head of his member and then stroked my hand up into the oil and continued to stroke this pole of Doug’s like it was a piston in a cylinder. The feeling of his hard flesh running through my palm as I stroked gave me flutters in the gut and made my own erection throb all the more, with its own Vesuvius of love juice running down it.

Doug fucked my hand, jerking himself off for a few more moments, eyes closed and in a dream state. Then he suddenly leaned down and gave me another kiss and then raised himself up and stood between my legs, where he quickly pushed down his loungewear and stepped out of them. There, in all it’s tremendous circumcised glory, was Doug’s pulsing cock with its purple head and drooling like an big Mastiff dog. It was gorgeous, arousing in the extreme to view, and intimidating at the same time. I’d never had the occasion to look at another guy’s dick before, and now here I was staring down the business end of a veritable Howitzer! After staring at this spear for what seemed an hour, I looked up into Doug’s smiling face, his eyes twinkling knowing.

“You like what you see, Paul?”

“Damn, Doug!” I managed to say in wonder, “That is one monster piece of meat you’re swingin’ there! I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, nothing ever even near as long and fat, even in pornos and magazines!”

“That’s why I’m in ‘The Biz’,” Doug chuckled. “Once Sid got a gander at this tool of mine, he figured I was made for gay male porno and he recruited me immediately, and hasn’t regretted it once,” Doug proudly stated. “And the rest of me isn’t so bad to look at either,” he finished.

“Hell no!’ I said. “You’re one good looking kid and guys or girls would be attracted to you. And once they got a peek at this harpoon of yours, they’d be done, like me, and be unable to resist having some of it.”

“You want some of it, Paul?” Doug asked me, as he looked at me with a very horny and lascivious stare, stroking his own cock now with his right hand, making it stand even more ramrod straight and causing a thick and continuous flow of precum to drool from the tip and stretch to the floor. I could smell Doug’s musk now, mixed with the damp flesh of his rod. There was slick sound of friction as Doug’s hand passed to and fro along the distance of his dick, balls to pee hole.

“Yes,” was all I could manage to croak out, as I stared into Doug’s almost hypnotic eyes.

Doug stepped back a foot or so and reached out with his left hand, “Sit up, give me your hand,” he commanded.

I sat upright on the front edge of the couch, feeling a sudden coolness upon my back as the perspiration from our earlier lovemaking was evaporated in the air.

Doug stepped forward again and his cock was at the absolutely perfect level to be even with my lips. He moved in closer and, still stroking his meat, he began to rub the tip of his cock across my lips, coating them with his lube. He slid the head of his dick back and forth across my lips a few times, and then ran it all around and over my face, nose, and eyes. It was an amazing feeling to know this man was rubbing his sex glands all over my face, leaving his oils behind like a snail trail. He ended at my mouth and moved his dick head up and down against my lips and pushed forward slightly, and I opened my jaw wide to allow Doug to slide his monster over my bottom lip and into the heat and humidity of my mouth. I could feel the glands pass over my lip and then onto my tongue, the shape of the bottom of his mushroom head easily detected by my fully aroused nerve endings. His cock filled my mouth entirely, top to bottom, side to side. I felt as if someone had pushed their fist and forearm into my mouth! Doug eased himself forward, the length of his cock sliding deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat, like a spacecraft docking in its mother ship. I could feel the round tip of Doug’s rod push against the back of my throat and then continue on and into my throat, lubricated by my saliva and his copious lube oils. I was being impaled down the throat by this huge probe, and being more aroused than I could remember ever being before in my life. I wanted Doug to fully skewer me through my throat and out my ass! I wanted to consume this gorgeous young porn start and absorb his very essence. I leaned forward and into Doug as he moved forward and very quickly he was buried in my gullet to the hilt, his ball sack pressed firmly against my chin. I was thrilled and amazed that I could have taken the entire length and girth of this prick so far into my throat, and I didn’t even gag once! I felt the urge to, but I concentrated on relaxing my throat and neck muscles and denied the urge to regurgitate. I breathed through my nose, which was pressed firmly against Doug’s mons now, but like me, he shaved his pubic area, so there was no unpleasant tickling of my nostrils with hair. As I was concentrating on the fantastic feeling of being so completely filled with cock in my throat, Doug pulled back a few inches and then pushed in again and thus began a slow face fuck of me. My cock felt like it was being stood upon, it was so stiff, and pouring lube in a long, continuous strand from my hole to the floor. I had to reach down and pleasure myself to take the edge off. I looked up into Doug’s face as he fucked mine and saw that he was smiling down at me, and then he looked straight ahead and closed his eyes and put his left hand behind my head to steady it, and then he began long, steady strokes in and out of my throat. I used my tongue on the bottom of his shaft as best I could and ran it over the tip on the outstroke occasionally, but mostly Doug just maintained his in-out rhythm.

Doug began to pick up speed on his forward thrusts, pulling my head against him as he did so. I reached around Doug’s ass and grabbed onto his cheeks to steady him in his pistoning and to steady me as he increased his momentum fucking my face. It felt like on every in stroke his cock head was getting nearer the center of my abdomen, deep into my stomach, though of course I knew it was really only deep into my throat, perhaps approaching the esophagus top opening.

I could hear Doug’s breathing getting louder, faster, and then a big ragged. I knew what this signaled; I was about to get my very first bellyful of male cream! The mere thought had me almost pop my own load on the spot. I held onto Doug’s ass cheeks tighter now as he began to slam himself into my face, his cock feeling as if it would pop out of me between my tits.

“Ungh…ohhh…gasp! Oh God, Paul! I’m gonna let go any second, you better let me pull out!” Doug warned.

I looked up and into his eyes that were now watching my face and his own dick piercing it and gave him a look to let him know there was no way I was pulling off…I wanted his cum in my belly.

A pleased look came over Doug’s face. “Oh God, I want to cum in your throat, you handsome bastard cop!” Doug grunted. “You want it babe? Okay…I’m going to give…it…to…..youuuuuu!”

Doug growled and gasped, threw his head back, and yanked me onto him with his hand, his cock swelling, throbbing, and twitching, sliding deep down into my throat’s bottom and then letting loose with red hot sprays of man seed that I could feel travel up the entire length of Doug’s cock from his nuts and then blast forth from the cumhole to coat my esophageal opening. I could feel the area filling to the brim with shot after shot of his boiling cum. His cock felt like a long railroad spike nailed into me.

At last the eruptions came to an end and I could even detect a slight softening of the steel poker down my throat. Doug was now bent over with his belly on top of my head and arms down my back, panting. He slowly stood up and put his hands on either side of my head and then he pulled his meat out of my throat and mouth. I grabbed it as it exited my lips and stroked it, forcing the last pitiful pearls of cum up and out of the opening and leaned forward and gobbled the head of Doug’s penis again to suck him dry. He shuddered and nearly fell to the ground. I finally could taste his cum, now that I wasn’t so stuffed with his meat and my taste buds were in the clear. It was not an unpleasant flavor…sort of tart and thick, a hint of salty that made the sides of my tongue tingle.