Sex in the Sky

I was in a real hurry to get to the library: I needed the textbooks. I was a student at the local college and my summer assignment had got way laid and forgotten about in the heady season of long summer nights. When you are 19 years old, schoolwork doesn’t hold your interest for very long.

If I didn’t start work today, I wouldn’t have a prayer of finishing the project in time. I arrived at the library and went inside. The cool and refreshing air-conditioned interior was a godsend. I made my way along down the aisles. I reached the biology section and began searching the racks. There was no one else about which made a nice contrast from the hustle and bustle outside.

The books on the top shelves caught my eye. A whole row of books about gender studies and sexuality and stuff like that. They were of absolutely no relevance to my project but I’d always been quite interested in the subject, issues like ‘what makes people gay’ and ‘what percentage of the population were gay’.

I remember having a discussion with a friend - well not really a friend, more of an acquaintance, about what percentage of people were gay. He had insisted that it was 1 in 10. I thought this was just a made-up figure. I’d been sad enough to look the answer up on the Internet. It said around six percent of people were gay or bi. When I mentioned this to the acquaintance he just dismissed my research with ‘most fags won’t admit it’. He was a complete idiot - as were a lot of boys around my age. It was kind of depressing and I sometimes longed for more sensible minds to mingle with.

It was dead quiet in the library. I looked at my watch: - 11.12am. It would take me 25 minutes to get back to my digs so a few minutes leisure browsing wouldn’t upset my schedule too much. I reached up and picked up an interesting sounding book about ‘the gay gene’. I began flicking through the pages looking for chapters that would interest me.

Just then, out of nowhere, a man appeared at the end of the aisle and began walking towards me. I pretended not to notice him as he got closer and closer. I focused my attention on the book but began to feel mildly embarrassed about what was in my hands. ‘What if he thinks I’m gay?’ I thought. Thankfully, he passed by me without breaking stride. He stopped just a few feet up the aisle and started browsing the shelf where all the biology textbooks were. ‘He looks a bit old to be a student’ I noted to myself.

I browsed ‘the gay gene’ for a few minutes more then glanced round to make sure he wasn’t watching before I slipping it back onto the shelf. I edged towards the man, keeping my eyes on the bookshelf. It was awkward: he was standing right in front of the books that I wanted to look at. I edged closer trying to eye up the books in front of him, whilst pretending to look at the books directly in front of me. I could just see the textbook that I wanted out the corner of my eye. ‘I’m in luck’ I thought - it was the last one on the shelf.

Right at that moment, the man plucked that very book from off the shelf and made off with it down the aisle. ‘Oh-no!’ I panicked. My project would be impossible without that book, but I was unsure about what to do. ‘Umm, err’ I hesitated for a moment. I decided I’d have to ask him for the book and set off after him, jogging down the aisle, hoping to stop him before he got to the front desk.

I called after him: “Excuse me.” He stopped and looked at me.

“Yes?” he asked in a confident assured tone.

“Err, yeah, sorry.” I said, a little unsure. “It’s just that book, I’m really stuck with a project I have to do and that book would be a great help to me. I noticed that it’s the last one on the shelf and I’d really like to take it out.”

“Oh” said the man, “I see. Are you a student up at the college then?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t suppose it would hurt me to let you have it” he replied. “It’s just a bit of a hobby for me, go on you take it, I can see that you really need it.” He said, handing it to me.

“Thank you so much.” I smiled. “Thank you.”

“Perhaps I’ll look up that book that you were reading.” I blushed, a little embarrassed, but smiled at the man. He made his way back down the aisle and I thanked him for the book again.

I checked the book out with the librarian and made my way back out the library into the baking hot sunlight. It felt doubly hot after coming from the air-conditioned haven of the library. The streets and shops swarmed with people. I needed to get some groceries and made my way to the local ‘cheap mart’. I did my shopping and got out a.s.a.p.

I made my way along the streets laden with two heavy bags of shopping and a textbook as thick a brick. Ok, I was plenty fit enough but still struggling in the heat. I’m the slim, toned, tall, good looking type, with dark hair and eyes - the cute, boyish type, usually being mistaken for younger than I actually am. I stopped walking, put the bags down on the baking hot ground and wiped my brow.

Just then, a car pulled up alongside me. “Hello” I heard the driver call - It was the man from the library. “Can I give you a lift, laden down with those heavy textbooks?”

He seemed like a nice man and past the age where he’d be a serial killer, plus, I needed to get out of the sun, get back and start on my project - so, ‘yes’ I decided to get in the car with him.

“Thank you, that would be great.”

He pulled over and swung the passenger door open. I climbed in and sat on the plush leather seats. “Oh!” I exclaimed in relief, “you have air-con.” It felt so refreshing.

“So where do you live?” He asked. I told him. He looked across and smiled, then said “And where do you want me to take you?” He had a cheeky grin and glint in his eye.

I was a bit taken a back but smiled at the man’s joke. I decided to play along for a little while and said: ‘Take me somewhere to cool down,’ half-thinking he would just drive me home. He put the car in gear and drove on.

He asked me about the project I was doing and I told him about it. He seemed quite clued up on the subject and revealed that he’d done a similar project on an adult learning course about 10 years ago. He introduced himself as ‘Peter’, then asked me about the ‘gay gene’ book I’d been reading. I told him that I was just curious about the subject, issues like ‘what makes people gay’ and ‘what percentage of the population were gay’. He listened to what I said and I spoke a bit about what I’d researched on the subject. The atmosphere in the car seemed surprisingly relaxed.

“Of course when I was your age, people simply didn’t talk about it, they knew it was about but nobody ever talked about it.” I listened: interested in what he had to say.

The conversation flowed and he began to reveal things about himself. He told me that he’d been married earlier in life, that he’d had kids. He told me that he was now definitely sure he was gay and how he took an interest in the research coming out. After we made it out the congestion of the town roads, he suggested that we go back to his house and he’d be able to find out his old project for me to have a look through.

“You’ll be cool enough there,” he quipped.

I felt ok in this man’s company, but wasn’t sure if agreeing to go back with him was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to feel like I was ‘leading him on’ in any way, after all, I was strictly heterosexual - or so I kept on telling myself. My interest in gay issues was strictly academic. I did like the idea of spending time with this older man: he seemed relaxed and easy to talk to, confident without the arrogance and bullshit of people my own age. I also liked the idea of having an older admirer. He sensed I wasn’t totally at ease with the idea of going back to his house and offered me a get out.

“It’s ok, I could drop you off at your accommodation then bring my project round later - if I can find it.” This gesture made my mind up that there it would be ‘ok’ so I suggested the alternative.

“No it’s ok, let’s go back and take a look at it now.” I said smiling.

We reached his house and got out of the car. Without air-conditioning, the outside can be really really hot. He showed me into his house where it was a little cooler. I sat down in his living room and he brought me an ice-cold beer. I hadn’t asked for a beer, but accepted anyway: at that age alcohol was still an exciting new thing to me. ‘Perhaps he was trying to get me drunk and feel me up.’ I thought to myself, but immediately dismissed this idea as childish on my part: he seemed like a nice guy. I sipped the beer as he talked about the decorating work he’d done since moving in. I listened along as he talked of powertools and filler, smiling politely. We chatted for a while, and then he went off to look for the biology project he’d done years ago. He seemed to be gone a long time before he came back.

He told me that he’d been unable to find the actual document but he had a copy on an old floppy disc. He’d been to look for the disc, had found it and was now printing me out a copy.

“Thank you for that. It will be interesting to look through.” I said, secretly hoping it might just save me hours of work.

He sat down on the sofa and handed me another beer. We talked for a while about news and sports that we both liked. We shared quite a lot of views, although he poked fun at my choice of football team.

I wondered if he chatted like this much: “Do you live alone?” I asked. He said that he did and preferred it that way. “Don’t you have a partner or someone?” I asked.

“No” he said. I felt slightly sorry for him at this point and wondered if he was lonely, but he seemed a very friendly man, easy to talk to, so I assumed he would have lots of friends to keep himself entertained with.

He asked about my life. “Are you single young man?” He asked. “You’re a very good-looking guy. The girls must be queuing up for you?”

I blushed slightly but underneath I was hoping he meant the compliment sincerely and wasn’t just trying it on - I hated insincere compliments. ‘Not that it matters’, I checked myself inside my head. I didn’t quite know how to reply to his question, and blurted out in my teenage way that I didn’t have a girlfriend ‘at the moment’. He nodded with a slight knowing grin on his face.

“So tell me,” he continued. “You’re an intelligent young man. Have you come up with any grand theories about the mysterious of sexuality? You seemed quite fascinated with the issue.”

“I’m not sure really,” I was hesitant about answering as I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “From what you said back in the car it sounds like you would know more about it then me.”

He smiled again and admitted that this was probably true. “But I’d be interested to hear your opinion. Have you found out anything really interesting?” He asked.

“Well…” I said. ” He nodded for me to continue. “I read that in tribal like societies, it’s acceptable for men to have sexual relationship with other men - and most of the men do. Then as a society becomes more industrialised then attitudes change and people become more homophobic.”

“That’s interesting”, replied Peter. “Do you think that this means men in industrialised societies are less likely to have those sexual tendencies or do you think they’re just hiding them?”

“Ermmm…I don’t know really”.

“Well,” remarked Peter, “let’s look at a case study…yourself for example. Do you define yourself as gay, bi, heterosexual or what?” I was a little perplexed with the question.

“Err…Heterosexual.” Came my answer.

“So you’ve never had any sexual contact with men.” He asked rather formally.

“No.”

“What about fantasies for sexual contact?” I paused before answering which kind of gave my thoughts away. “Well, I’ve thought about - I guess, a little bit.”

“When you say thought about it; do you mean had fantasies?”

“Yeah, I suppose so. But there is a difference between fantasising about something and actually wanting to do it.” I blurted - getting in my disclaimer.

“So going back to the original question: We could say that you have some small tendency - not one that you’d act on, perhaps - but some small tendency?”

“Err…Yeah. I guess.” I said, blushing slightly but enjoying the risqué nature of the conversation.

“So what type of fantasies do you have?” He asked obviously intrigued. “I mean, how far do they go?”

I finished off my bottle of beer. “Oh, quite far” I answered rather cheekily.

“Really!?” His interest was definitely sparked. “Do you have ideas about men in general or about a specific person? Is there a boy at college or somewhere that you fancy?”

“I didn’t. I mean, er, I don’t have anyone in mind - just a man in general.”

“And what kind of men do you think about?”

“Errm, I kind of like older men” I said, not thinking about the current situation until after the words had left my mouth.

My mind was beginning to race and thoughts about the fantasies popped into my head. I was looking across at Peter, wondering how far he’d go in asking me about my secret man-on-man sex fantasies - the stuff that I had never told anyone about before. It felt good to be talking about it with someone. I wondered about the experiences Peter had had - wondering if he’d actually done all the things I’d only thought about.

“So what kind of things…happen, in these fantasies that you have?” He asked.

I hesitated in answering, although I was actually thinking about what did happen in my fantasies. Imagining a thrusting naked body and hard cock. My fantasies were never romantic. ‘Could this be it?’ I wondered, alone with a gay man? I felt my own cock begin to stir. I was sitting in the chair desperately trying to look relaxed, even though I could feel myself swelling up with embarrassment.

I tried to remain composed in front of him, trying to pretend the conversation wasn’t affecting me in anyway, but I could tell that my face was turning bright red. My penis seemed to be unaware of this embarrassment and was having ideas of it’s own. I carried on trying to look relaxed and didn’t want to move or put my hand in my pocket and drag my cock down, as this might give the game away - if he hadn’t noticed it already.

It was strange how I was getting turned on just from the conversation, but his questions had really set my mind flying. I looked across at him and could tell he was looking at my crotch. I felt my dick harden more. There was no hiding my erection now. I tried to stay relaxed but knew the game was ‘up’. Peter just sat there, not saying anything, almost as if he was letting me stew in my own emotions. I wanted him to say something to break the tension, but he didn’t. I looked down at the shaft propping up my pants, then across at him. He looked back at me. I could see his eyes glazed with excitement. I felt my cock harden to it’s fullest. The sensitive head rubbed against the fabric of my underwear.

Even though several minutes had passed since his question, and still hopelessly trying to ignore my stiffening, I tried to gather my composure and traced my thoughts back to his original question.

“Ermmm, well.” I stuttered, my voice breaking with nervousness. He got up from his seat and sat on the arm of my chair, resting his arm around my shoulder. “Sometimes…” I continued.

“Yes…” He asked kindly, trying to relax me. He could see that I was a ball of nerves. I was surprised at my reaction to his question. “You can tell me about your fantasies, it’s ok.” Peter said gently. “Do they involve further than getting naked together…say for example?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, “usually.”

“Do you think about using your hands on someone?”

“Sometimes.” I answered.

“I see,” said Peter, “what about sucking on another man’s cock? Has that ever entered your thoughts?”

“Err, sometimes” I answered.

“It’s a very nice feeling.” He said. I smiled nervously and thought that maybe he would boldly take out his dick and hold it in front of my face for me to suck. If he did, then I knew I would fall on it open mouthed and suck it to completion, even though I’d never sucked cock before. I did sometimes wonder what it would be like to suck cock, what it would be like to lick the head and then engorge on the shaft. But, I held a deeper curiosity and desire for something else.

“I do think about it sometimes,” I clarified, “but I have a thing about something different.”

“And what is that?” He asked. I looked up at Peter. My heart was pounding and I was as nervous as hell, but somehow I decided to say it. I told him my deep dark fantasy. “I have this thing about anal”.

“Anal?” said Peter.

“Yeah, butt-fucking, up the arse. I think it’d be really great to be fucked up the ass.” He smiled and nodded, seeming totally at ease with what I’d just said, even though it had been a big confession for me.

He squeezed my shoulder. “I’m glad you told me that.” He said, although he seemed a little nervous now. “Tell me, have you done it before?” He asked. I shook my head.

I wanted him to take charge but didn’t know how to offer up my ass to him. I was on the verge of having years of surpressed, pent-up fantasies forfilled, but still, questions raced through my mind; ‘Would he do it to me?’ ‘Did he even like doing it?’ ‘Was he turned off by what I’d just said?’ I was nervous and didn’t know what to do next, but I couldn’t bare sitting here with a cock ready to explode and just wanted something, anything, to happen. I reached up to touch him.

Laying my hand on his thigh, I could feel his cock inside his pants, running down it like a truncheon under the fabric. Knowing that he was getting turned on also turned me on. I thought about the cock inside his pants. Thought about it railing me. Thought about impaling myself on it and being bounced up and down on it. I could feel a wet patch in my pants where the pre-cum was leaking out. I expected him to ask more questions but he just sat as I touched his cock through the fabric.

He looked me straight in the eye and said: “Wow, I’d really love to fuck you now. I mean it may feel a little strange if you’ve never done it before but…”

“Oh, yes. Please. Do it to me.” I interrupted.

He quickly got off the chair-arm and knelt down in front of me. He reached forward and helped me take off my T-shirt. It was all happening at last.

I could now see the bulge in his trousers right in front of me. He undid my belt and pulled my trousers and underwear down. “Pull them right off!” I insisted.

I could feel my cock glowing and humming with excitement. It stood hard and ready. My underwear was pulled away from my feet. I leaned forward and grabbed at Peter’s belt buckle. He pulled off his top as I pulled down his trousers. His dick was causing a massive bulb in his pants. I pulled those down, eager to see his cock.

It was all happening so fast, a few moments ago we were two people sitting in a room talking. Now we were both naked and hard ready to fuck. I felt so young and vulnerable like that, naked on the chair in front of this wonderful mature man with his lusting mind and hard cock. I looked down at it, more eager than ever that I’d feel it being shoved up inside me.

“You like that?” He asked, looking at me looking at his dick.

“Yes” I said, leaning back in the chair to admire him as a whole. He obviously kept himself in decent shape, a little rotund but still very manly. I placed my hands on his torso and complimented him on his body.

He smiled and began running his large hands over my tender student body. He smoothed them down my torso, down my legs, back up. It felt amazing to be touched like that. He knelt down in front of me, then held me by my hips with his hands. It almost felt like he’d be able to grab all the way around my slim waist with his grip.

I sank back in the seat as he started licking at the tip of my cock. Just with the tip of his tongue at first, but then more and more he slobbered all over it. Taking big licks up the shaft and down the shaft. He let go of my hips and grabbed my thighs just above the knees. He pushed my legs right up, now I was lying back in the seat with him holding my knees up by my shoulders. He licked and sucked on my hairless balls, then took his tongue down a little more, tickling my ass with it. I let out a groan to say ‘that felt nice’.

“Kiss me.” I told him. He didn’t need asking twice. He lifted my apron and it wasn’t long before my erection joined his. Although his was bare and mine was confined to my boxers. I stopped him before we got carried away.

“Breakfast Sam. What do you like? I’ve made everything.” I just wanted to impress him. Make him think I was worth being with.

He looked at the breakfast and said he would have it all and he had to keep his energy up for later. I laughed. Well maybe later. I just had cereal and he had the full fry up. I know he looked at me strangely but didn’t say anything. ‘God I hope he doesn’t think I made it just for him,’ I thought. Although I did.

We ate in silence, just glancing at each other occasionally. He was gorgeous. Even first thing in the morning, with his hair stuck up and a limp in his step from where his leg has been stiff all night. I wondered if he would be with me for the whole day, or whether he wanted to go back home. Would that be too much for him already? Is it too soon for that? Am I just being stupid? Yes!

I decided to go for it. “Would you want to spend the day with me?” I asked, not looking up at him. He paused and it felt like an hour had passed before he answered, but it was only a few seconds.

“What do you have in mind?” He asked. I looked at him, but his face didn’t register anything.

I couldn’t think. If I suggested something stupid or something that didn’t interest him, then he would just get dressed quickly and run out the door and that would be the last I saw of him. ‘Keep calm Jake, he won’t run off.’ I shrugged instead. ‘Oh now he’s gonna think you’re a right dumb-ass Jake. You can’t ask him to stay with you for the day and not think of a way to actually keep him here. Say something, anything.’ I thought to myself.

“Maybe we could take a ride out of town somewhere, you know, have a change of scenery.” I suggested. Well that could work.

I looked up at him. He seemed to be in thought. ‘Please Jake, don’t mess this one up.’ Yeah so I talked to myself a lot when I’m nervous. Who doesn’t?

He smiled. Was that a good sign? I hoped so.

“Yeah okay, why not? It should be fun, out on the open road.” He laughed and I smiled. Relief washed over me. “Although, I do need to go back home to get changed first. Maybe we could spend the night in a hotel and make it even better?”

Oh yeah! Now why didn’t I think of that? But I remembered it was Monday the next day and I had work. “Okay yeah I like the idea and everything, but I have work tomorrow.” I said.

“Phone in sick Jake. Have you had a day off since you started?” I shook my head ‘no’. “Well then, one day won’t matter so much. Leave a message on the work’s answering machine today saying you don’t feel well today, and don’t think you will be in tomorrow.”

I agreed, even though I didn’t like it. I was awfully honest and didn’t like lying. I had a feeling he’d done it on more than one occasion in the past. Hmm. I’ve got a feeling this guy will be a bad influence.

We finished up and I asked him if his breakfast was alright. I know it sounded stupid, but I wanted things to be good so he would stay again. I know he sighed before he answered ‘yes’, although he tried to hide it. I wondered if that was a good sigh or a bad one. Why was I so nervous? I was quiet as we washed and dried together. I managed to get a few kisses in here and there. It was just impossible not to touch him.

Before we went into the bathroom to take our shower, he stopped me and I turned around. “You’re perfect just the way you are Jake. I’m already in love and I’m not going anywhere, so stop trying too hard okay?” He kissed me on the lips.

I blushed. Blushed? Fuck! “You noticed?”

He chuckled. “Oh baby, it was impossible not to. You were a nervous wreck. Stop being so paranoid, I’m here to stay. Now get that cute little butt in that shower so I can ravish it.”

I laughed and grabbed his semi-erect cock before turning on the shower. As we soaped each other up and got ourselves extremely excited, I thought about what he said. I realised that maybe I was being paranoid about our relationship. I figured that we should just take each day as it comes.

“Stop day dreaming and turn around.” He said, interrupting my thoughts. I turned to face the wall while he soaped up my back and ran his fingers between my cheeks. He ran his tongue down and felt it lick my crack. I moaned and placed my hands on the cold tile wall as he spread them apart. I was achingly hard and throbbing. “Nice. Very nice.” He commented as his tongue circled around my hole. My body started trembling and shivers went right through my body as I felt him dart his tongue in and out of my relaxed pucker. I moaned out loud as he slowly teased me with his tongue whilst kneading my cheeks. He pulled my hips out a little more as he opened me up wider to get his tongue in deeper. He moved it faster in and out. I couldn’t help but moan and groan as his tongue did wonders for my nervous system. He moaned and pulled out.

“You taste so good babe. You’re so tight up there. It’s gonna be so hard keeping my cock away; you don’t know how badly I want this ass.”

He dived straight back in and I looked down to see my own cock jump and leak buckets of juice. I grabbed it and started stroking hard and fast.

“Oh…umm…yeah…keep going…don’t fuckin stop…yeah…so fuckin good babe…love it…mmmm…ohhh….gonna cum….yeah.” I mumbled as I pounded my meat harder.

He entered two fingers inside straight away. I screamed out in both pain and pleasure as I felt his tongue invade my hole as well. He touched my prostate and I unloaded myself onto the tiled wall. My body shook as my prostate was hit time after time as my orgasm took over.

I was weak after that but managed to take him into my arms and kiss him hard. I didn’t care if I could taste myself on his lips. I pushed him against the wall, knelt down, and took him into my mouth in one go. I only managed to suck on him for ten seconds before he emptied down my throat. It didn’t matter how long it took right then. We had all the time in the world to take our time and pleasure each other.

“I needed that.” He said breathless. I chuckled and agreed.

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After dressing and packing some of my essentials, such as toiletries, lube, condoms (just in case), fresh underwear, smart shirt and shoes we left for Sam’s house. We got there and packed his overnight bag. We decided to take my car, as he shouldn’t really drive long distances with his leg still not 100% healed. The insurance just wouldn’t cover it, and we didn’t want to take any risks. I had no idea where we would end up, but neither did he. We agreed we would just go with the flow, and see what happens.

As it turned out, we stopped at the lakes, about 100 or so miles from home. There were plenty of hotels and bed and breakfast’s to choose from, so we had a look around. As we drove up the steep hillside, I noticed that there was one that stood out from the rest of them. It appeared to be slightly more ‘away’ from the others and looked rather inviting. It looked more like a large extended cottage than a hotel. The gardens were well tended to and the conservatory on the side appeared very warm and comfortable, as if it were more a home than a B&B. The ‘vacancy’ sign on the door told us there were beds available.

I looked at Sam and he had the same expression on his face. We both agreed that this was the place. I said I would pay for the room and he agreed to pay for the evening meal and any other extras we would need or take part in. I parked up and as we walked up to the door I wondered what the owners would think if we asked for a double room, instead of a twin or separate.

As if he could read my mind Sam spoke up. “You know fuck ‘em babe. If they don’t like it, we’ll just leave. It’s gonna be their loss not ours.”

We walked in and I smiled as I looked around. The place was beautiful, almost romantic. I figured that if the entrance was this good, then the rooms would be even better. Sam squeezed my hand. The lady at the desk smiled and asked if she could help.

“We’d like a double room for the night please.” I asked. I was surprisingly confident.

“Certainly Sir. If I could take your name and address, plus payment details, we will have you settled in shortly.” I handed her the relevant details plus my credit card and she gave us the key for room number 6 and pointed us in the right direction. She explained that the room was en suite and we should drop the key off at reception when we went out so we couldn’t accidentally lose it outside. She also explained when the evening meal and breakfast was and where it was held, if we wanted to attend.

We got to our room and after a quick look around to check it was suitable, which it was, we sank on the bed. “Well babe, either she really didn’t give a shit that we were gay, or she was just plain clueless that she put us in a room with a double bed.”

“Well, she was blond.” Sam said laughing. I rolled him over and lifted his sweater up to his neck and bit his nipple. He yelped and laughed again.

“You know most of my family is blond. I was blond as a kid. Watch what you say.” I replied teasing.

He rolled me back over and kissed me. “So that explains it then.” He said laughing before getting up again and going into the small shower room and toilet to escape.

“I’ll get you back for that Johnson. You just wait and see.”

“Promises promises.” He replied chuckling.

I could hear the sound of him pissing and my cock thickened a little. I tried to ignore it. “So are we staying here or going out for food?” I asked. He washed his hands and came out. He shrugged and said we might as well stay and stop in the bar downstairs until last orders then get an early night.

A little later on, after checking out the bedroom in more detail, we got ready for the meal. We managed to freshen up a little, and put on a clean smart shirt and some shoes to go down to dinner in. I figured that the jeans we were wearing were smart enough. We made sure we were suitable before making our way to the conservatory for dinner.

As we sat down, a good looking guy came over and introduced himself.

“Hello gentleman. My name is Steven Powell. I’m the owner of this establishment and wish to welcome you in person. I hope you enjoy your stay with us tonight. Here is your menu. I will be back in ten minutes to take your order.”

He left us alone. I smiled at Sam. “If my gaydar is working correctly, which it sometimes does, I’d say that he’s the reason why the receptionist didn’t give a shit that we’re sharing a room.”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah?” I nodded. “So how come you didn’t figure me out then?”

I shrugged. “Bi-guys are a little harder.”

“Well it looks like we can make all the noise we want then tonight.” He said smiling.

I punched him gently on the arm. “Trust you to think of sex before we eat.”

He laughed again. “I don’t always think of sex, just most of the time. Plus you just get me so horned up I can’t help myself.” He smiled and leaned forward. “If I told you I was rock hard and throbbing right now, what would you do about it?”

I leaned forward to meet his gaze. I smiled and raised my eyebrows. “Probably slide under the table, unzip your jeans, pull out your cock and suck you dry.” I said looking at him in the eyes and licking my lips. Sam’s eyes went wide open. I heard a cough. I looked up and Steven was there again. How embarrassing!

“Although I’m sure it would make great entertainment gentlemen, I would be grateful if you could refrain from doing it in the restaurant please. People have to eat.” He smiled.

We both blushed and Steven chuckled. “I forgot to ask if you both would like a drink.”

I smiled, suddenly forgetting my embarrassment and asked for a bottle of wine. We ordered at the same time and he left us alone.

Sam kept grinning at me and did so throughout the meal, along with the odd suggestive wink or remark. Let’s just say that I was extremely hard and horny throughout. After the meal, I had to will myself to go soft as we sat drinking at the bar. There were only a few people in, and I figured they were either people who were staying in the hotel, or regulars. I didn’t really pay much attention to them. Sam was the only guy I wanted and needed to be with. After the bar closed, we asked for a bottle to take up with us to the room. I was a little tipsy, and hoped he wouldn’t take advantage of me. Or would that be such a bad idea?

Back in our room, we poured the wine and settled in the bed, in just our underwear. I was thinking about how far I wanted to go with him that night. I knew that I wanted him more than anything, and to feel him inside me was what I had dreamt about for months. I decided to just do it and hoped it was what he wanted as well. He asked me if anything was wrong and why I was so quiet. I said I was thinking, but instead of telling him what about, I would show him instead. He got this curious look in his eyes.

I put our glasses on the bed side table and pulled him on top of me as I wiggled down the bed a little. He didn’t waste any time pressing his lips against mine and joining our tongues together in a passionate kiss. I moaned as his kiss became urgent and needy. He started humping against me. His hardening cock brushed against mine and it wasn’t long before he was throbbing and pulsing within the thin material. He pulled back and took of his boxers, then pulled mine off. He landed on me again and continued rubbing whilst we kissed. I grabbed his buttocks and squeezed, forcing him to go faster. I was so close. His cock felt so good against mine. I could feel his balls banging away alongside my balls. His leaking tip began mixing with my own. Kisses traveled to my cheek then my ear, where he nipped and nibbled at my lobe. I shivered at this and felt my cock pulse a little more. He warned me he was going to cum and speeded up I loved the feel of our cocks together. My hands continued to feel the smoothness of his back and ass.

“Oh fuck!” He called out before unloading himself between us. Just the feel of his shooting hot liquid made me cum myself shortly afterwards.

Once our breathing returned to normal, he slid down to my chest and abs to lick off our mixed cum which had settled there. I flipped him over and returned the favour. We shared another kiss and relaxed back under the covers on our sides, face to face, with our arms around each other, kissing and touching.

He smiled at me. “I’ve enjoyed today. I’m glad you didn’t decide to give up on me. I meant it when I said I love you and want to be with you.”

I kissed his cheek. “I know, I was being stupid really. I should’ve listened to you at the start, but I was hurt and pissed off with what I saw. I’m sorry too. Now let’s just forget about that and concentrate on tonight. It isn’t over yet.”

I moved my way over the top of him and turned around to face his soft member, so my ass was near his face. He moaned and I felt his hands pull my ass closer to himself. I fondled his growing cock, pulling on the foreskin. I loved the way it eased back the harder it became. I started to take my time, just nibbling on the skin and licking around the head. I loved feeling it grow in between my lips. He must have liked it as his mouth started to chew at my hole. It wasn’t long before we were both standing to full attention and plagued by lust. His mouth went to my balls, so I copied him in every step. We went at it for a few minutes before I turned back around again.

I sat on top of his chest, straddling him and waving my cock in his face. He tried lifting his head up to lick at it, but he couldn’t and I laughed, telling him to try harder. I moved down a little and kissed his nose, moving to his ears, whispering things that I wanted to do to him. He growled and pushed me up off him, then flipped me over, so I ended up face down on the bed. I could feel his rock hard cock sticking into my lower back and I rubbed myself onto it. I knew that I wanted him to be inside me, and by the way I was lifting myself nearer to it, I think he guessed that as well.

“You want it babe?” He whispered to me, sending little soft kisses down my back and buttocks. It drove me wild. I could feel my whole body responding to his gentle touch.

“More than anything babe, I want to feel you inside me. I’m aching for you, I want you so much.”

“Okay lie down on your back. I want to watch your face and look into your eyes as make love to you.”

I did as I was told and he lifted my knees up to my chest, exposing my hole to him. He looked me in the eyes and grinned before heading straight for my ass hole again. I felt his warm tongue rimming my ass, circling it and making me shiver with anticipation. He did this a while, then poked his tongue at my hole. I relaxed and felt him going inside. He pushed and pulled like that, lubing me up well and opening my hole. Somehow I figured he loved doing this. He couldn’t get enough of my ass.

“Baby that feels so nice….more..gimme more.”

He pulled his tongue out and replaced it with a finger. It made me jump but I didn’t feel any pain, only pleasure. He entered another one, which felt even better.

“Mmmmmmmmm baby more.”

Another finger went in, fucking my hole so well, in and out, making me want more each time. I looked at his cock and the foreskin was right back, the head bright red and dripping with desire. I needed it inside me. I reached in the draw where I put the condoms. He stopped me.

“Do we need to use them?”

“Well, I tested clean after my ex.”

“Good, ’cause I asked to be tested in hospital and everything was fine and I haven’t been with anyone since then, so forget that rubber crap and let me feel you properly.”

I smiled and before I had an opportunity to reply, my legs were over his shoulders, and his was cock pointing at my hole. I pushed myself towards him, and he lubed his cock, using his pre cum as well. He slowly slid it in, inch by inch, and I could feel every bit of it.

“Oh fuck!” We both said together.

He was fully inside me, and stopped to rest while I got used to the feeling of a cock again. I felt so full. There was some pain, but I soon forgot about it. I pushed back and he took the hint, pulling out, then back in again, slowly. I felt him stop just at the rim of my hole, then force its way back inside. He felt wonderful. I looked into his eyes as he stared into mine. I saw the lust, desire, need and love in them as he moved himself in and out of me. I hoped he could se the same in mine. He smiled that gorgeous smile that I fell in love with and leaned in for a kiss. I happily obliged, letting my tongue join his as he speeded up the pace a little. I let out a little groan as he touched my prostate, sending shock waves throughout my body. I heard him giggle against my ear and he did it again.

We made love like this for a while. Slow and sensual. My hands caressed his back and sides. We seemed to click together well. I told him I loved him and he responded that he loved me too, and he loved being inside me. I couldn’t keep track of the time, but I was sure half an hour past, before I wanted to take it up a level.

I moved my hands to his ass. I loved feeling the movement of his thrusts. Pushing him closer to me, he speeded up a little more. He lifted himself away from my body so he could pick up the pace. He started thrusting in and out faster and harder, letting me feel his hot cock fill my hole completely each time.

I watched his slick, muscular chest shine with newly acquired sweat. “Oh baby…..you feel so good…..give it me harder and faster….fuck me.”

“Jake your ass is so fuckin tight. I don’t know how long I can last.”

He didn’t waste any time and fucked me raw. I could feel every inch of his length pounding me harder. I pushed back into him and we got a steady rhythm going. I grabbed my cock and started jerking it while he fucked me. He grabbed hold of it instead so I started to pinch and squeeze his nipples. He screamed out my name over and over. I was so turned on; I worked my ass around his cock, milking him, making him growl with lust.