This is the continuing story of the utterly beautiful Terry.
I was going through some old boxes of things and found some adult magazines I used to have. I hadn't seen them in years. As I went through them I saw a wrapped package and there were a few more in there. But these were covered in plastic. The guy in the cover of them, I had actually met a few times. Before I knew who he was of course. But I always thought he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.
As I mentioned, I had actually met him a few times. It turns that we had worked in the same building. And it wasn't until sometime later that I found he was the guy in my magazines. This story is for him. A kind of 'What if' story about a guy I wanted for many years, but fate never made that fantasy come true.
This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.
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All for Terry (Chapter 49) A Mistake Made
... "Ughnn" I moaned as I felt him on me
I lay there in my bed. The bed that was mine and Terry's bed. The bed of my greatest love making. The greatest love with the most perfect man in creation. But now I was not here with my beloved Terry. I was here with the sweet and generous Serge. That man that had for the last 4 years been basically taking care of me. And I was here in my back. The hot Serge down at my crotch and he was giving ng me a blow job. Yes Serge was sucking my dick. Something that I had not felt since Terry. And some one new was doing it. And it was exciting and new. I was actually enjoying it. Feeling this man's mouth in me. Feeling him suck on my dick.
"Ohh God. Yess!" I shouted out "Yess Serge. Yess!"
I reached for his head as I held him there. And Serge just continued to give me pleasure. And I was glad for it. I was glad for this release. Pushing out the pain that had been tearing up my soul for all these years.
"Yes baby. Yess!" I moaned again "Do it Serge. Keep going" "Your mouth is wonderful baby. Soo wonderful"
And Serge just started on me like this. Giving me what I needed. And I loved him for it. But after a bit longer I needed more. I wanted him too. So I told him to turn around and '69' me. Yes I wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave me. Serge did as I requested and turned around on top of me. But first he pulled off his briefs. Then he crawled back on top and turned into that most famous position. I looked up above me as he spread his thighs to each side of my head. And above me was his semi erect dick. I reached for it and held it in my hand. Then pulled my face up to give him the returned pleasure he had been giving me. And he did the same.
"Hmm" he hummed as I took him in my mouth
And there I was with Serge. Someone I adored for always being there for me. This guy that was delivering stuff to my office daily. A handsome hairy man that I became friends with after a short time. This man that had taken upon himself to take care of me when all in my life was in tatters. Being there at my side when no one else would. Yet I never expected an intimate relationship with him. Something friend like yes. As he was an ever so dear friend. And more so as of late. But something sexual. That was something entirely different. Yet here I was with him in my bed. We sucked on one another for a bit longer. And with him here and now I felt save and secure and loved. Something I haven't felt in a long while.
"Kiss me" I then said as I pulled from his dick "Come here and kiss me"
He turned, leaving my rigid dick and then he lay on me. He lowered his lips to mine and we were licked in the passion our this new love. This new romance I never expected to find. I felt the hairs in his meaty chest as they raked across my nipples. The sensations if them stirring my loins all the more. Then I pulled from his lips. Looking at Serge's sweet handsome face. I stroked it for a moment. Letting my fingers move through the beard on his jaw.
"Make love to me" I said to him
He nodded and then he moved up and off my chest. Then he knelt there as he grabbed at one of my legs. Then Serge pulled it up and then bent it forward. He then spit in his hand. Serge then brought it back down and rubbed the lubricant on my hole. I felt it against my ass. Wet and warm. It would be but members now as he quickly moved in to get into position for sex. I sighed and looked at his face as he then grabbed his dick and pushed it to my ass. I felt the head if his cock as it touched at my entrance. His eyes then met mine. He nodded as if to ask permission to enter me. I nodded back. And then Serge thrust his hard penis into me.
"Ughnn" I groaned as I felt him "Ohh God. Ohh God. Serge" "Hmm. Fuck. Oh yes baby. Yess" he chimed back
And he was inside me now. The first man in years to be in me other than my beloved Terry. And the first penetration since the loss of my Terry. I was tight because of the lack of sex for so long. So it hurt initially. But I quickly acclimated to his size. Serge was smaller than Terry. Only about 6 inches and not as thick either. So my body took to his dick quickly. But I loved it. I loved the feel if him inside me. I had been in such need of love, of passion, if this deep intimacy that I had lost when Terry left me. And it was a deep passion that Serge gave me. His thrusts hard and with purpose. So I had assumed he had been waiting for this for a while.
"Ughn, ughn, ughn, ughn, ughn" he grunted as he stabbed at me
His cock was so hard and the jabs were almost rough. But his hot hairy body moving over mine was the best part of it. I loved his meaty hairy body. Almost as much as I loved Terry's body.
"More Serge. More" I called at him "Give it to my baby. Do it"
And he did. He accelerated his assault in my bowels as his grunts became louder. His thrusts digging in the deepest he could go. His small balls hitting against me over and over as he moved on to the incoming orgasm. And Serge just continued to take the hole that was currently his to have. Thumping and pushing himself all in to give both of us this much needed pleasure. And then I heard a deep almost gutteral moan escape Serge. He was going to burst. I know he was. So I told him to pull out. To blow in my body. So he did. He fucked until just the last moment and then his body pulled from mine. Then he yanked his dick out just as the first blast was released. It hit my own dick as he shit. The another and another flew out of his dick. His big chest heaved as he wanted in the eruption that shit a good 7 volleys onto my body. Serge's beautiful chest rose and fell in his heavy breaths.
"Ughn. Ohh God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck" he grunted out
I looked at the spray he had left behind. It ran from my crotch and up to my neck. One of the shots just missing my chin.
"Oh God baby. Oh God" he huffed "That was Soo nice. So nice" "Mm hmm" I hummed back
Then he bent down and grabbed my cock. Then he swallowed me down again. Then sucked me off until I was ready to burst. And when I told him I was. He pulled from me and then yanked on my dick a few times. I didn't see that I shit as well. My eyes rolling up in my orgasm as he stroked me to fruition. I was left a semen covered mess. He sat up again between my legs. Looking down at my face. I opened my eyes to see this beautiful bear of a man. His big chest still heaving as he sat there. He was a much need delight in this time. I reached for his meaty arm and grabbed him. Then I pulled him down and we kissed some more. And covering his chest in the semen that was in my body.
"I love you" he then said to me "I am soo happy that you live me too"
My eyes shot opened as I heard him say those words. For I just put this together as a declaration of his love for me. Serge was in love with me. That was obvious by his passion and the longing looks in his eyes. And as I looked at his awesome chest. A chest that for me in any other day would be spectacular to behold. Covered in the mixtures of both our eruptions. A chest I would have moved up and liked, had it been someone else. But it was not 'that' someone else.
"Oh my God. No!" My head shouted "I love him. Yes. But not as he loves me" "Fuckk!"
I pieced it all there and knew what we had just done. Something I had told myself before if him and us. I cared deeply for Serge. This was beyond true. And I did love him. But. I was now laying there with this man who lived me, but I could not live him back the same way. My heart was still in someone else's hands. Terry's hands. And I could not be with Serge as I had been with Terry. So I just lay there and smiled at him. It was an awkward smile to a man that I had not realized until now that I had lead down a path that would not end well for his heart. I then touched his hand and said I was going to shower, and then go back to bed. That 'i needed skeep'. He smiled and then leaned in and kissed me again. Then he got up and said he was hungry. That he would make himself a snack or something. Then he would come to bed and just lay there with me. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Stepping under the waterfall of it. I looked at the wall, then the glass door to the opened bathroom door. I could hear Serge in the other room. He was whistling a happy tune.
"Oh my God" I then said to myself under the water "I fucked up" "I should have not done this" "He deserves better. Better than me"
Yes I had indeed made a grave mistake with this sex with Serge. I just ruined whatever it was we had by falling to my needs. I really fucked up. Then I started to cry again....
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More to come