WARNING this story contains graphic descriptions of hot man 2 man sex. If you are offended or too young to read it go away. Otherwise enjoy. This story is based on real characters and real events. While creative license has been used to enhance the tale, and obviously the names have been changed, the general storyline is factual. The characters in this story were living in a place and time when diseases were not so common. Be responsible and don't make love without a "glove". Ciao Dante-
I started a fire in the sitting room and sloshed two fingers of C.V.'s bourbon he had kindly supplied the cottage with, in a glass of ice and settled in a chair in front of the fire. My thoughts wandered from the paintings progress to Joel, I could feel my dick swell at the very thought of him and at my age that was unusually refreshing. Careful, I told myself, there is nothing possible between us except sex, as though I could convince myself. The thought of his body brought my cock to full arousal and I shifted in the chair to accommodate it. A knock at the door brought me out of my daydreams.
I went to the door and opened it to find Joel standing in the pool of light from the sitting room. I reached out and put my hand on his firm shoulder and drew him into the house. As the door settled into the jam I leaned into him and pressed my lips firmly against his, as usual amazed at their softness compared to the rest of his body. We went into the bedroom and I kissed him again, this time opening my lips against him and pushing my tongue past his teeth and into his hot mouth. I could feel his hands squeezing my back pulling me closer, I was so turned on by the wait that I started pulling his shirt open. I heard a noise as a button skittered across the hardwood floor and I stopped and caught my breath. I looked into Joel's eyes and could see the lust there. He was as hot for this as I was. No more tender consideration, he had taken my cock up his ass last night, and tonight I was going to return the favor. My lips touched the hair on his pecs and I opened my mouth against the scratchiness of it. I could smell his scrubbed fragrance and the hint of the soap he had used. I pushed the thin cloth off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My mouth touched his hardened nipple and I could hear the faint intake of breath as my tongue played with it. My hands, with a life of their own, were first opening then pushing his jeans down, then wrapped around his rock hard dick and squeezed it. Joel moaned, but passively stood and let me have my way with his beautiful hard body. My cock ached but I wanted to feel him inside me. I knelt in front of him and took his dick into my mouth, the blond curls tickling my nose and the musky odor filling my senses until I thought I would explode. I buried my fingers in his tight buttocks and pulled him deeper into my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. My breath was coming in ragged gasps, I needed to slow down.
I pulled off him and he sat down on the end of the bed and started loosening my shirt, it was soon in a pile beside his and then I pulled his boots off then his jeans and boxers joined our shirts. He lay back and I stood up. He watched as I unbuttoned my slacks and lowered the zipper as slowly as I could, never once breaking eye contact. I could see his cock throbbing with anticipation as it lay tight against his belly. I kicked off my shoes and slowly lowered my slacks and boxers, my dripping cock flopping out and sticking straight out from its nest of dark brown hair. I knelt across his abdomen and bent down and kissed him again softly this time flicking my tongue against his. His hands were around my waist and then he put one hand on my cock and stroked it. I reached down and pulled his cock upright and slowly lowered myself until I could rub his shaft against my hole. My nuts lay on each side of his shaft as I slide back and forth along his tube. He started to flush and moaned again.
I leaned down and said, "I want you in me tonight, I want you to fuck me hard and fill me up. You're a hot; slut puppy and I need it really bad."
"Oh yeah, I want you bad. I want that tight hole, dude." He moaned.
I reached to the nightstand and got the lube and a condom. I trickled some lube onto his hard dick and stroked it, then opened the package and slowly rolled the latex down his slick cock. I trickled some more lube on the outside of the condom and then he took the lube from me and poured some on his fingers. I leaned down and started kissing him again harder this time, once again our mouths opened to each other. I felt his finger touch my pucker and saw stars as he slowly but insistently pushed in. I moaned in ecstasy as he added another finger and hit my fuck nut. He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered with the empty feeling but then I felt his helmet head at my now hot open hole and I simply leaned back and sank onto his love stick.
"Oh fuck!" he said, as I sank against him.
I started to slowly piston on him, searching for just the right angle. When his hard cock hit my nut I moaned again and sped up. He had his hands on my hips and then he was jacking my dripping dick. I was locked in the rhythm and could feel the surge as my orgasm built up. His hand kept stroking me on the outside and his cock was stroking me on the inside. I was taken out of time and suddenly I was rocked with the first spasm, as my cum shot up and landed on his face. I contracted around his cock and he yelled and moaned at the same time. Through the surging of my own orgasm I could feel his cock jerking deep inside me and I knew he was dumping his load in the latex. I collapsed against him and felt the last of his spasms.
My cum was slick between us and I licked it off his face. Then he opened his mouth and tasted my flavor on my tongue.
I sighed and he whispered in my ear, "Does it get any better than this?"
I chuckled and said, "Well not much, unless you're really in love with your lover than it becomes something a little more mellow. But this is pretty damn good."
"Dave, I think..." He said and I put my hand to his lips.
"Don't say anything, Joel. Let's just lie here and enjoy the warmth." I said quietly. I moved until I was lying on my side against him with my arm wrapped around his chest. I could feel his breathing and his heart as it slowed. I could see his face in the dimness and could tell he was lost in thought. Somewhere deep down I wanted him to finish that sentence but also was afraid that if he did we would loose something.
"What are you doing Thursday evening, Joel?' I said to break the moment and divert his thoughts.
"I don't know, why?" He said puzzled.
"I thought we could go out. I made a few inquiries and found a place I want to take you." I said. "I think you should experience more than just my rather jaded fumbling." I laughed
"I'm not sure what you mean by jaded, I thought it was great. Why do you keep putting us down like that?" He said quietly, "You think you're old and not sexy and keep telling me how hot and beautiful I am. Don't you believe me when I say that I think you are the hottest, sexiest man I have every met. When I'm around you I don't feel tongue tied and kinda dumb like I do around most guys. I know I'm just a hick from the country, but I think I'm a pretty good judge of what I find sexy." He said flatly. Then he propped himself on his elbow and looked down at me. "Just stop it, ok? I know that this Anne chick dumped you and made you feel bad, but you know she's history.
I wish I could make you see yourself through my eyes." Then he leaned down and kissed me.
I was stunned by his outburst, "I'm sorry, Joel. I hadn't realized that I was making you feel like that.
I guess I am trying to protect myself, from myself, if that makes any sense." I said after a pause, quietly to his back, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He went into the bathroom and I could hear as he let loose into the commode with his piss. I lay back and looked at the ceiling thinking about what he had said.
It gave me an insight into him I wouldn't have guessed. It also made me sad. I had warned him about getting too involved.
He threw me a towel as he lay back down. I wiped the remains of our session off my body and tossed the towel into a corner. I sat up, "Want to go sit in front of the fire?" I asked.
He looked down at me, turned pink and nodded. I pulled on a robe and Joel pulled on his jeans without his boxers. On the way through to the living room he paused at the studio. "Can I look at the painting?" He asked.
"Sure, just don't expect too much this early in the process." I laughed and went on into the living room.
When he emerged from the studio I was again sitting in the wingback chair with my neglected bourbon. I handed Joel one and he sat down.
"I can't believe it, it looks just like her." He said. "How do you do that?"
I stared into the fire and said, "You know I had a journalist ask me that very thing once and I told him that I pick up a brush and if everything is just right the magic happens and I don't really know how I do it.
He thought I was joking and got pretty pissed. I wasn't though and I tried to explain it to him. I studied hard in school and learned different techniques and theory about color and composition and I certainly use those things, but my greatest and best stuff just happens. Today, when I was painting out in the paddock, It simply started happening, and before I knew it the mare was staring back at me from the canvas. It is one way I judge a work. When I really can't explain how it happened then I know it is one of my best. Believe me they aren't all like that. Sometimes it's a struggle from the start and a long slog till it's finished, especially commission work."
Joel sipped from his glass and suddenly started coughing and spluttering. I went to the drinks cabinet and poured him a glass of water and handed it to him and patted him on the back as he tried to regain his breath. A second or two latter he sat the glass down, looked at me and said, "How do you drink that shit, it damn near took the hide off my throat."
I laughed until tears were running down my face and then leaned down and kissed him. "It's an acquired taste lover boy. Perhaps I should give it up. You have witnessed what it does to me."
He pulled me down into his lap and buried his face into my neck and said, "I guess for that I'll be thankful...you were so intimidating when you were drunk.
Then when you touched my cheek and called me beautiful I thought I would pop my load right there. I damn near floated back up to the bunkhouse that night."
I could feel his dick thickening under my weight. I pulled his face back out of my neck and whispered, "I'm glad I drank too much too. If I hadn't I would never have said that to you although I was thinking it."
"I think we need to go back to the bedroom." He said shyly and started kissing me deeply.
The grey light of the dawn was lighting the bedroom when Joel's weight shifting woke me. I looked over and he was sitting on the bedside pulling on his clothes. I touched his shoulder. "Good morning lover." I said sleepily "We must have drifted off to sleep."
"Yeah, I hope Carlo is still asleep, or I'm gonna have some explaining to do." Joel said and turned towards me. "Dave, I love you." He said firmly but quietly. Then stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
I threw back the duvet and ran after him naked. I caught up with him at the door and grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face me. "What did you say?" I asked rather stupidly.
"I said I love you. I know you don't want to hear that, but there it is I can't stand not telling you. Whether you love me or not, I wanted you to know." He said looking down at the floor.
I tilted his head up by the chin and looked into his blue eyes that were filled with fear. "Damn it Joel, I think I love you too." I leaned into him and kissed him tenderly.
"I got to get back up there." He said resigned and kissed me again.
To be continued....