After Game Night

Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe "inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com

After Game Night -- Part 4

Usually after shooting out a load like that, I drift into "low-power" mode, and want to roll over and pass out.

But not with Nick.

Unlike my wife--or really, any of the girls I dated--Nick had no interest in pillow talk, winding down, or "cleaning up and going to bed." And neither did I. My dick softened somewhat, and slid out of him with a cummy blop, but I never really went limp. Nor did my hunger for the sexy guy I was tangled up with fade in any way.

And my man Nick wasn't ready to throw in the towel, either.

Nick slid out from under me so we were both on our sides, face to face. And then we fucking made out. Hard. Like we were winding ourselves up to have sex, not just finishing up. Time drifted by as the two of us--a pair of sweaty, hairy barbarians--lost ourselves in that slobbery kiss.

It still struck me again how different it was kissing a guy--again, we kissed hard. Like we were trying to suck the other guy's face off. The scruff of his face scoured me as made out, and our hands relentlessly clawed all over each other's bodies like we were climbing the Matterhorn. Nick, as a guy, was just so... solid. Not soft like a woman. His muscles still hard, yet pliable. His hair provided slight drag as my hands roamed across his chest, arms. And while a woman might perspire, he fucking sweat like a pig.

And... even his hands felt different as explored me. Rougher, stronger, firmer... and more decisive in their movements. He wasn't just playing me with me... he wanted to have me.

That idea of exploring took hold of me. I'd been dying for another chance, dying to really throw myself into this experience and see what was what. And so, I went after him with all the passionate intensity I could.

I rolled him onto his back and went after him with my mouth, making each flick of my tongue an aggressive sexual assault. I started gliding down his neck, loving the scratch of his early morning stubble on my lips--loving how the sensation roiled my already-boiling blood. Again... such a fucking masculine experience. I slurred my way down his chest, my saliva swirling with his sweat. His scent was strong... the smell of his sweat mixed with the natural smell of his body. Man. All man. And fuck, I loved coming up on his nipple--big and fat and surrounded by briar patch of hair.

Fucking. All. Man.

Nick growled above me with abandon, grabbed my head and held me as he slid my face across his hairy chest, using my mouth as a weird kind of sex toy to pleasure himself. I shifted to dig my stubbled chin across his flesh, and grinned inwardly as he arched his back and hissed out a sound that signaled both pain and raw stimulation. I shifted back to my lips to sooth his scraped nerve endings, and Nick squirmed sideways with an appreciative gurgle. Then I just enfolded his hairy nipple in my lips and sucked him hard, ticking him with my tongue as I did so. We were both in hormonal bliss, and most definitely firing on all cylinders.

I couldn't help myself, and slowly slid up his side toward his hairy pit, laying open and exposed in front of me. I nuzzled him roughly, burying my face in in his fur, tasting him as I breathed in his scent. Teasing him with rapid flicks of my tongue. Nick hissed loudly.

I went back to working his chest, increasing the speed that I moved across his skin, as well as the pressure of my mouth. And then I got a nice surprise. On one of my long tongue-drags I got up distinct taste... I splotch of cum from when he shot minutes ago.

That taste ratcheted me up to 11.

Fired by a new, open hunger, I started moving across his body, desperate to find more cum. To clean him up. To swallow down as much of his man juice as I could--the ultimate male sharing.

His cum stuck thickly to the hair around his bellybutton. Warm. Salty. His cum had a distinct smell and taste, like... well, kinda like mushrooms. Or like sea water... or maybe more like the taste of water splashed from a jacuzzi, warm and tinged with a chlorine-like scent. Whatever it was, I could get used to it. I slurped it all up hungrily, not wasting a drop. And fuck did I love sucking it out of his man bush, with the bitter smell of his cum mingling with the sweat-sex musk from his balls. His flared cockhead was still twitching from release, and he was breathing in short ragged gasps as I went. Finally, I flicked my tongue on his piss slit, sparking his body to shudder....

That apparently was too much for him, still sensitive from blasting out a load. He wrenched himself out from under me and rolled to the side. Then he crouched over me, straddling my hips and leaning in so we were face to face. And he planted a hard kiss across me parted lips. God, I loved making out with him. He pulled back, and bent over to return the favor of my attentions toward his chest. He explored every bit of my hairy chest with his tongue... rubbing me, kneading me with his hands. His tongue worked its way back up, and soon he was going after my ears--a hot spot if ever I had one.

By this time my spent cock was reared up and angry again, and as he moved it tickled up his hairy ass crack, which was still slick with my spit and cum. He felt it, and teased me. He slowly started rocking his hips up and down, his pucker kissing my dick as he did so. I looked up at Nick to see his eyes glaring with fire. Burrowing into my soul. My eyes narrowed. Challenging him.

For a minute, I thought he was going to sit on my cock again; my pulse quickened as my cock dragged through his hairy trench. But he had other plans afoot.

To my surprise, he pulled back and lithely slid between my legs. Before I could process what was happening, his hands gripped my legs behind the knees and pushed them back, pressing them against my torso. Leaving my hairy ass exposed to all the world.

With a lurid grin, Nick then bent down and locked his mouth around my puckered hole.

Oh, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I still can't get over how much of a hot spot my ass was. Nick made out hard with my hole, as hard as we had been making out face-to-face just a few minutes ago. There was a violence to his assault, as his tongue slid inside me. My breath came out is explosive gasps, and my back arched, entirely involuntarily. FUUUUUUUUCK this was good. Without thinking, I unleashed a torrent of obscenities, that started off as "FUCKING EAT MY ASS!" before devolving into guttural, incomprehensible sounds. Nick's tongue slid up and down my crack, before burrowing in like he was a wild animal ripping apart its prey. His stubble was just this side of painful on my sensitive skin... but balanced with the warmth of his tongue, he had me in a frenzy.

I have no idea how long he ate me out; my mind had shattered into a million pieces. We both rocked against each other, pushing each other as his tongue raped my hole again and again. But his tongue wasn't enough. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as he pulled his face back and rammed his finger deep inside me, causing me to yelp.

I had barely had time to react to this new assault, when he leaned forward at gulped down my rock-hard cock. My legs involuntarily kicked aside, and I grabbed his head as he blew me, shrieking out my pleasure as primal sensations consumed me. I gasped again as he suddenly pulled his finger out from my ass, and then jammed two fingers in.

The process continued, and soon there were three fingers inside me, as he slurped down my dick. I was in another dimension. I knew what was coming, but had no chance to prepare, either mentally or physically. I was just lost to intense sensations hitting my ass and cock. I writhed and bellowed like a bull, oblivious to anything else.

And then, he was inside me.

Oh. Fucking God.

There was a world of difference between in his fingers and his cock. And as his cockhead ripped into my hole I shuddered and let loose a primal cry... part pain, and part pleasure.

I trusted him, and he knew what to do. He stopped his assault with his mushroom head just barely inside me. He gyrated slowly, giving my ass muscles time to adjust to the rock-hard intruder inside me. Slowly, painfully slowly, he started sliding in deeper, and I could feel every part of his spit-slicked cockhead as it tore me apart.

As he went, he found me magic spot, and all bets were off. I grabbed him hard enough to bend steel, and bent my head forward into him... I swear I almost bit him. In response, his dick fucking slammed into me, again and again, no quarter asked for or given. And after a few thrusts, suddenly everything was washed away with waves of... feeling inside me, unlike anything else. It was like liquid light rolled and coursed through my entire body. And each thrust made the light burn hotter, brighter. Soon my entire body... my entire being was aflame.

It was so weird. Fucking Nick, it was like my whole body was focused forward. Focused externally. Like I was a grenade launcher blasting off shot after shot. But being fucked... was something else entirely. Like my whole body was focused inward. Like my body had somehow become sex. Every cell, every muscle, every nerve ending was singing together in perfect harmony.

I was fucking lost to the feel of it all.

But at the same time, right before me was the sexiest animal of all time. His arms grappling me, our hairy, sweaty chests grinding against each other with his face inches from mine. Along with the feeling of liquid light, along with the feeling of my body singing out together, I had a massive feeling of euphoria... a desperate connection with my man. I savagely kissed him, carried along on a sense of sexual power unlike anything I had ever experienced.

My fucking god. I felt like I was just on the verge of coming, but the fire of liquid light just kept building, burning hotter and hotter. Burning. Like I was going nuclear. In desperation, my body started fucking him back, desperate to keep that fire building. To fucking feel the explosion of release.

There was nothing else but that light inside me. A sexual supernova going off and burning me from the inside, wiping out every thought, every sensation. Like I had started cumming and would never stop. LIGHT. And yet... somewhere deep down, underneath everything else, I could still feel with exquisite detail the sense of his dick inside me, drilling in faster and faster... the feel of his cockead ripping my guts apart....

The sensations finally were too much for me. I could feel something building inside like a depth charge, as waves of pressure and light and tornadoes and lighting blew up from inside me and threatened to tear me apart. In a second, I could feel my whole body shudder as I unloaded fucking ropes of cum that exploded between us, like a wave crashing on shore.

It was the most intense physical sensation I ever had. Everything went white.

After a few minutes, I realized I was panting like a whore in church, and my ears were ringing. Nick had stopped thrusting, and had collapsed on top of me. We stayed that way for several minutes, our bodies still trying to make sense of what had happened.

Nick pulled his head back, and said with a huge, loopy grin, "Shiiiit, Buck. My wife never screams like that when I fuck her!"

I chuckled, dryly. Among the weird sensations flooding my mind, I realized that my throat felt... raw. Blasted somehow. Jesus. How long had I been screaming?

With a mixture of pride and embarrassment, I panted out, "Sometimes... it just... takes... a man to do...a man's work." I was too wiped out to bother with any other retort.

At last the panting subsided. We slid apart and took stock of each other. "Nick my man?" I started off. "I'm just gonna say it. That was the most amazing sex. Ever."

"Damn right. All of it. I mean, you just... fuck, you just drop-kicked me into a whole new universe of sex. I didn't know it could be like that. You were pushing buttons I didn't even know I had."

"Yeah. There were so many things. I had no idea I had those hot spots. I mean, I never dreamed my nasty ol' asshole could set me off so much. But fuck... your tongue, your fucking cock back there... and BAM! Before you came along, I didn't even know this kinda shit was an option, and now I know my butt is as big a hot spot as my cock or balls!"

"Fuck yeah, Buck... when I felt your tongue in me that first time, I almost shot my load right there. But... I never thought I'd say it, but I loved eating your ass as much as I loved you eating out mine. I could do that all fucking night."

"It showed. You, sir, are a master. And I know exactly what you mean. No surprise to learn I like getting pleasured, even if it was a guy doing the deed. But what amazes me is to find out that pleasuring all these parts of a guy could get me off. I'll say it again: I fucking love working you over. Every part of you."

We fell into companionable silence, basking in the memories for a moment. Finally, I started musing out loud. "I gotta say, though, that what has really surprised me about all this is how... well, different it was from being with a woman. I mean, yeah... obviously, some of the mechanics are different. But even when they were the same, like when I'm fucking your hole with us face to face like that? It was so... different. The feel of it. The sound, taste, intensity, pressure... everything. It could never be like that with a woman. It was totally guy sex. Hard driving, more direct, way way way more active. Athletic."

Nick contemplated. "I... know what you mean. It feels like with a woman it's more... there's more seduction, teasing, convincing. But with you I was much more... myself. Like I could be me, and you'd get it. I came in hard-charging, guns-a-blazing, and you met me there. The harder I pushed, the harder you pushed back. Like we were fucking gladiators or something. It was more... direct. Honest. And way more raw... primitive."

"Primitive. Yeah. I didn't realize how much I needed that. I didn't realize how... domesticated my life was. How domesticated my sex life was."

Nick's gaze drifted for a minute. "Yeah. I know what you mean." After a pause, he looked straight at me. "Do you like it... better... than being with a woman?"

Boy, that was a question. "I... don't know what to say." I paused, literally not sure what to say. "It feels like sex with a guy and sex with a woman are two very different kinds of heat. With a guy, it's a fire. A big-ass bonfire. With a woman, it's like being in a jacuzzi." That didn't quite capture it, but at the moment it was all I had. Nick nodded absently, not pursuing that thread. I continued, "What about you? You like guy sex better?

Nick let out a long breath. "Like you said, its... different. I don't know if it's 'better.' I've loved fucking women since I was teenager. These last few weeks, I've been at my normal porn, and tits still get me as hard as ever. I'm still pestering my wife, and still want her to put out. I don't think I could ever give up fucking pussy. But right now, being with you is so new, so.... God, I don't know what to say. When were in the middle of it, there's nothing else in the whole world. It's so fucking good. You are just blowing me away. I've never experienced anything like it."

"Yeah, buddy. I feel exactly the same. You've really worked a number on me."

Nick rolled over, stared up at the ceiling and went for the obvious question. "So... is this a thing between us?"

I chuckled. He stayed quiet, giving me space to answer.

Finally, I got my thoughts together to try and say something coherent. "I think that's part of the problem. I was half expecting we'd fool around a bit, satisfy our curiosity, and then go home... blaming the booze and nothing else. But...." I turned to look at him again. He met my gaze. "But the problem is this got me way too deep. I hate to inflate your oversized ego," at this, he smirked, "but you worked a number on me. You scratched an itch I didn't even know I had... and that my wife could never scratch. Not in a million years. But the thing is... I still love her. She fills out my life in so many ways, and I'd never want to hurt her."

Nick sighed, saying "I know. I don't think I could ever cheat on Sarah with a woman. But with you...? Maybe this is text book married guy rationalization, or even straight guy rationalization, but this feels 'separate' somehow. Like somehow this doesn't count." He paused. "Shit, I don't even know what I'm saying."

"No, I think I get it. I don't know that I could put it into words either... but I get it."

There was a pause, as we both contemplated things. Finally, Nick reached over and patted my chest, saying, "But speaking of Sarah, I suppose I'm gonna need to throw you out soon--gotta quick throw this bedspread into the wash and make sure it has time to dry before she gets back."

"Understood."

I helped him remove the well-used bed cover and put on my underwear while he ran it to the washer. Still naked, Nick popped his head into the bedroom and asked, "You need to hit the shower before you go?"

"Nah, I told Nan I was helping you move, so she's expecting me to be a bit ripe when I get back. She'll expect me to shower up at home before I make an official re-appearance." Nick chuckled.

"Well, I've worked up quite an appetite, want some grub before you head home?"

I perked up. "A man after my own heart!"

Nick rustled up some venison sausage--part of the spoils from last deer season--and we wolfed it down, standing around his kitchen. We fell into our easy banter, which I took as a very good sign. I mean, great sex, and great companionship, all wrapped up in one sexy package? Or more properly, a great guy with a great package?

After a while, I reluctantly decided I should go and leave the man in peace. Although as I started moving toward the bedroom, I could feel the crusty crackle of dried cum everywhere on my torso. After checking myself out, I raised my head and said, "You know, I may use your shower after all, maybe just to hose off some. With all the loads we spilled, I've got quite a crust going on."

Nick laughed. "If you can't do the time, don't do the crime!" I glowered. "Hahaha, c'mon. I'll show you how to work the faucet... it's a weird set-up."

We walked into the bathroom, Nick leading the way and still naked as a jaybird. And fuuuuuck, was his bare ass ever hot! It was so fucking masculine, muscled and covered with wiry hair. The memory of being up in there, and feeling the wet tightness of his love canal...

He reached in and turned the water on, and in doing so bent over enough to part his muscular ass cheeks and give me a glimpse of his hairy pucker. Fuuuuuuuck.

My body responded instinctively, and my dick began to stir again. Fuck, I thought... was this going to mean that every time I was working out at the gym, I was going to get a full-on hard-on in the locker room?

That was a bridge I could come to later. Right now I had the sexiest man in the world standing naked and alluring in front of me. Leading me into temptation.

Well, what's a sinner to do? My underwear hit the floor.

Nick was still focused on the shower, saying "Ok, the water is good to go, you should... mmmmmgh...." My hands reached around and pulled him close, massaging that incomparable hairy chest. My mouth found the back of his neck, and my tongue lapped obscenely against his skin. My rapidly hardening cock lodged in the cleft of his ass, and slowly shifted my weight to dry fuck his crack, up and down... up and down. Nick sighed out, "Oh, fuuuuuck. Yeah man, just like that."

I raised the temperature, shifting my right hand down through his hairy bush, cupping his balls and massaging them through my fingers. Nick groaned and rolled his head back, quickening with my touch. Fuck, he felt good. Soon I had worked my hand up and jacked him slowly, in time with my rhythmic thrusts up and down his crack.

Nick had teased me earlier, but this time I needed to be inside him, to feel the muscles of his ass as I well and truly fucked him. The hot water was slowly filling the room with steam, and beads of sweat were forming on Nick's skin--and mine too, I'm sure. The sweat made him slick... but then another idea came to me.

I looked over and by the sink, there was a thing of hand lotion. I smirked and decided to try something. Reaching over, I sploshed a gob of it into my hand, then smeared it on my rock-hard cock. It was cold, but quickly warmed... and the slickness felt amazing. I pulled Nick over so that he was standing facing the mirror on the back side of the bathroom door, which was fogging slightly as steam filled the room. Nick braced himself with his hands, and I got behind him and found his tight little asshole. I leaned forward, and with a surprising sloop I was in... all the way in.

We were both stunned at the speed of it all; Nick gasped out in surprise, and I in elation. Fucking-A, man, I was gonna have to buy us some lube!

I pulled out slowly, and quick rammed it in hard, with Nick growling out an "UNNNggh OhhhHHHH GAWWWWD!" as I did so. I fucking loved the sensation. Fucking Nick's ass was always amazing, but the extra slickness added to the sensation, creating a liquid fire and engulfed my dick. I started long-dicking him, every single thrust taking its own sweet time. Nearly coming all the way out, then going so far inside him my pubes ground against his hole. Each stroke was fucking incredible, opening up a wet wonderland of experience. His satiny-smooth love tunnel contrasted with his tough, hairy exterior as I ran my hands over his body and gripped him hard.

Nick was out of his mind. The force of my slow-mo thrusts overwhelmed him, and soon it wasn't just his arms against the fogging mirror, but his face was pressed against it as well, his rough cheek grinding against the smooth glass. His breath was fogging the mirror as much as the steam from the shower was.

Again and again I slid in deep, pulled nearly out, and slid in even deeper. Relentless in my moves, as Nick's body started roiling to match my movements. His ass milking me, sucking me deeper and deeper inside. It was so fucking sensual, beyond anything that I could have imagined.

Finally, my brain started boiling over from the sensation, and primal desperation kicked in. I left off the long-dicking and started just pounding him, as hard as I could, gripping him as tight as I could. The intensity was earth-shaking--I could feel his leg muscles quivering as I drilled him.

Sorry Nick, you're not gonna walk straight for the rest of the week.

I thrust hard again and again, and again, and againandagainandagainandagain.... We were both howling like motherfuckers. His ass muscles clamped down hard on my dick, and the tightness was more than I could take. I erupted, firing off wave after wave of spunk deep inside him. I came so hard it almost hurt.

Goddamn.

I never felt more alive. And at the same time... I never felt more in need of a nap.

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