After the Divorce 2
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He went back to his cottage after breakfast. We didn't kiss or anything, and he just said, "I'll see you later."
I wasn't sure what later meant and part of me didn't want a later. I realized I was feeling guilty, as if I'd corrupted a perfectly innocent straight guy. But that wasn't true, was it? He was more than willing.
I cleaned the sofa as best I could of the various cum stains on it. Nick and I had got up to all kinds of things, but we had never managed to get cum all over the sofa. I decided to throw a quilt on it, since the stains weren't going anywhere.
I spent the rest of the day reading and napping in the lounge chair. There was a big cedar tree by the deck and it made for a lovely, cool, place in the afternoon. It felt so peaceful and again it was nice to realize that I didn't have to do anything: no more lawyers, angry phone calls, stress about who would get what. Just a restful afternoon under a tree, listening to the cicadas. I ate dinner and read for a while more, then went and collapsed on my bed.
I woke up, not sure what time it was and the air still and quiet and I lay there for quite a while, just appreciating peace. I was just sliding out of bed when I heard the screen door. I knew who it was, of course. He was certainly eager.
Rick came to the bedroom door and just stood there.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course."
"Uh...earlier...was that...weird? I mean, for you? I'm a married man, after all, so I don't want to put you in a weird position."
"It's a bit late to be thinking about that, don't you think?"
"Yeah, you're right. But still...I don't want it to be awkward."
"Why would it be awkward? Unless you mean you wife and your kid." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I was just as willing as he was. I could have stopped it at any point. I didn't. He looked pained. I finally said, "Hey, sorry. I shouldn't have said that. We were both into it and I certainly let it happen. So if it's going to be awkward, it's going to be more awkward for you, I guess."
"You're right. It already feels awkward."
"What are you going to do about it?"
He thought a moment, rubbing the side of his face. "Do? I have no idea. It's not like I want to end my marriage...I don't think. But what we did yesterday...was amazing. I can't deny it and I want more."
"It was pretty good. But this is your dilemma, my friend. I don't know how to solve this for you."
"I know, I know." He looked pained again. He came and sat on the bed. I thought he was going to cry he looked so sad. I put my arm around his shoulder at the same time I realized I was naked. I decided not to care.
He sat there, his head hanging down. I felt for the poor guy. Some part of him woke up and in some ways, I was responsible. I guess responsible in the sense that I just happened to be there. Not because I did anything to lure him in. I rubbed his back, not knowing what to say. After a few minutes of us sitting like this, he seemed to calm down. He turned to me.
"Thanks, Tom. Thanks for listening."
"No problem."
He looked at me for a second, then his eyes travelled down and looked in my crotch where my cock lay, all innocent and soft. He looked up at me, a little smile on his face. Then he surprised me again.
"Lie down, without the sheet. I want to look at you."
So I did. What the heck? He was a very, very lovely man and who was I to say no to that?
He stood there and took me in, his eyes moving around my body. He very slowly pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it aside. Then he undid his shorts and slid them off. Again, no underwear. He was hard as a rock again. In turn, I looked at him. His lovely chest with a touch of grey in the hair, just like me, his appealingly not perfect stomach and his rigid cock all meaty and thick. This guy was something. His wife was not going to be pleased...but I pushed the thought out of my mind.
He slowly got on the bed with me and slid himself forward on his belly until his face was centimetres from my balls and the base of my cock. He seemed to be just looking, then I could feel him get closer and he was inhaling as if he had never smelled another man's junk before. I knew what he was smelling and I knew it could be intoxicating. He began to lick my balls, then suck on them, one at a time. He seemed hungry, and his tongue was exploring under my balls. I just lay there, watching him. He seemed so intent. He licked his way up to the base of my cock, grabbing it with one hand as he sucked the sides of it, all the way to the end, which was streaming. With his lips, he slurped up the precum that flowed out, then took the end my dick in, his tongue exploring the hole.
I moaned, despite myself, and ran my hands through his hair. He looked up at me.
"I love how you taste," was all he said.
"I'm glad. If you keep that up there will be more."
"I know. That's what really turns me on. I have a...fantasy. About this." He looked down at my cock, where a big gob of shiny liquid gushed out of the head. He moaned and sucked it off the tip. "I fantasize about...cum. All the time. Is that weird?"
I was confession time again. "Why is that weird. We all fantasize."
"I guess. But...what I imagine...is if a guy...I mean, you, if you like, fucked my mouth." He looked really uncomfortable.
"Yeah. That's hot. You want me to?"
"Yes." He looked almost pleading. I thought for a moment.
"So you've not been with any guys since university? But you have a fantasy about sucking guys off?"
"Well, yeah. I fantasize about it. Even when I have sex with Susan I catch myself thinking about it. I watch porn like everyone, aajd that is the theme that I, like, gravitate towards."
"So why has it taken you so long to...well...try it out?"
"I was scared. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I mean Susan. We have a good life. But turning forty, I found I wanted it even more. And then you were here and some kind of switch inside me just went. Is that strange?"
"You can stop asking that question. Nothing about this is weird and it's also fucking sexy, if you don't mind me saying." I settled myself into the bed some more. My cock was aching it was so hard. I decided to take him at his word. I shifted myself and got on my knees. "Slide back and rest your head where I was." He did and just watched me, his own cock rigid and desperate looking.
I pushed myself forward so I was straddling his chest so that my cock was almost touching his face, my balls resting on his chest. I moved forward a little, adjusting the distance. He seemed to understand and pulled my dick in his mouth. I slid forward so that I was all the way in. I felt a little strange about all this, this guy who hadn't been with a guy in twenty-odd years and here I was with my dick halfway down his throat. But he seemed into it in a way that surprised me. And I was losing my ability to think I was so turned on.
I leant forward and I did what he wanted. I began to slide in and out of his mouth. At first slowly, just feeling the amazing sensation of my cock moving over his tongue all the way to his throat. He almost gagged a few times, but he tried to hide it. I decided not to care. It felt so intense. My hips pushed forward, then back, slowly and the sensation went through my whole body from my asshole to my toes and all around. I could feel him moaning into me, and I could tell by the movement of the bed that he was jerking his own dick. This was a little crazy. This morning it was the last thing I thought would be happening in my cottage, with this guy who I thought was straight.
I found I was getting a little faster, my hips seemed to have decided to push a little more. I watched my length disappear in his mouth. He looked up at me a few times, but mostly he just seemed to be hypnotized by what was happening in his mouth. I pulled out for a second and he gasped. I reached back and jerked myself a few time, juices running from the end into his mouth, then I slid back in. I wasn't going to last very long.
I decided to pull out of him again, and slid forward so my balls were over his mouth, which he began to suck. I leaned against the wall as we worked. He seemed so eager and almost hungry that I was surprised. Some part of him had really woken up.
I moved back, and fed him the end of my cock again, which was drooling. He lapped up the clear liquid, then I slid further so I was all the way in. I looked down at his eager face as I slid out and in, a little more forcefully. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, so I grabbed his head in my hands and pushed a bit harder still.
My breath was getting a little ragged, and I could feel a little desperate energy in my hips and I could feel an explosion thinking about happening as I continued thrusting into his mouth. I started making sounds of my own, little moans as my speed increased. I briefly worried I might choke him. "Let me know if this is too much."
He just kept taking me in. I could feel him jerking himself faster behind me, his arm hitting my thigh. My hips were getting into it and I was pushing him into the headboard each time I pumped what felt like my whole body into his mouth. I was feeling a bit crazed, like I could run a marathon in a minute, and a constellation I had never seen in the sky before appeared in the back of my head and my dick at the same time, and like an eruption I thrust deep in his mouth, then back again, then forward, and I could feel pulse after pulse go into his mouth as I gasped and said "Fuck!". He was moaning each time and I could see his throat working. I suddenly felt cool splashes on my ass and my back as he came like a geyser on to me.
I pulled out, afraid I would choke him, a long dribble of my cum following me which he licked off. I leaned back and pumped a few times, a few more gobs of cum dripping down the sides of my dick, which he leaned forward and caught on his tongue. He was so into this. I was a little stunned.
I decided to surprise him. I slid back so my ass was over his cock, then I leaned down and kissed him, tongue included, to see what he thought of me tasting myself in his mouth. He froze for a second, then joined me and we traded spit and tongue for a while.
I leaned back, then flopped on the bed beside him. He was staring at the ceiling, licking his lips in a kind of wonderment. I looked at him, thinking about what might be going on in his head. I asked,
"Are you all right?"
He didn't answer for a minute. He swallowed, and wiped his face which was a bit slimy with spit and cum. He chuckled.
"Yeah. I feel really good. That was intense, but it was...exactly what I wanted. What I've wanted for years. Why did I wait so long?"
"Only you can answer that one."
"You're right." He stopped for a moment, just looking at me. "I've never...slept with a guy before. I think I want to."
At this point I was feeling uncomfortable. I thought about his wife and his kid and I started feeling guilty. What was I doing? What was he doing? I got up on one elbow and looked at him.
"You know, I'm starting to feel a little strange about this. I mean I'm glad you're expressing yourself and all that, but I don't want to be the cause of your marriage ending or anything."
"Yeah, I get that. You know my marriage is mostly all right and we do still have a sex life, but not very often. But it's not just that...I don't know how to explain this. I guess I wonder how I will feel not expressing this part of myself when I'm older. I'm afraid I will regret it. I don't want that."
I thought about what he said. It's an existential crisis if I've ever heard one. I liked him, I realized. I thought he was a lovely, sexy guy. If things were different, I would date him in a second. But things weren't different. That was the problem. I decided to say my piece.
"Look Rick. You're a cool dude. You just swallowed my jizz and all and that was really fun. But I have to say I don't want to be part of wrecking the lives of your family. I don't care how into me you are, you need to take care of your life. If you need to end your marriage then end it, I don't want to feel responsible for that. Only you can."
He looked a bit shocked. He looked to one side and I thought he was going to cry. I put my arm around his shoulders. He looked at me, and almost pleading, he asked,
"Can I just stay. I mean, can I sleep here...with you? Just tonight?"
I sighed. I thought a moment. Was this a good idea? Who knows?
"Sure. Why not. But just tonight. You've got to sort out your life." I stopped and looked at him a moment. He was like a little kid. I sighed. "In any case, let's have a shower first."
He looked relieved and leaned his head against my shoulder. I pushed him off me, getting to my feet. I extended a hand and pulled him out of the bed. I took his head in my hands and kissed him very simply, no tongue, no lust. Just a kiss. He looked at me a moment, then I led him to the bathroom.
We got back in bed and I turned out the light. He said in my ear, "Thanks." He pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms around me and tucking his dick in the crack of my ass which felt really nice. I hadn't slept with someone for ages and I missed it.
We slept for a while and I woke up and realized, out of the haze of sleep, that he was sucking me again. I lay there, caught between feeling amazing and being half asleep, but soon the rhythm got to me and I put my hands on his head and pushed up with my hips. He moaned and started going at me even faster. It didn't take long, and I gasped as my cock burst into him. I could feel that he couldn't take it all and the feeling of cum sliding down out his mouth was kind of amazing. He licked it all up anyway, still moaning. I decided to return the favour and pulled him up so he was straddling my face. I got all dominant, and said,
"Jerk off in my mouth."
He did and he was so far gone that it only took a few strokes and I could feel splashes of cum across my tongue. There was something about this guy that brought out the very dirty in me. Tom had never wanted this kind of thing, but Rick...well he was another story.
But in the back of my mind I held to what I said to him. There would be no more of this until he had sorted his life out. I swallowed and he lay down beside me, still breathing heavily. He kissed me and we fell asleep again.