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Brian and Jeff Part 8
It was Saturday evening and the last night for Jeff and I to be together. We had really enjoyed the day and neither one of us mentioned the fact the time was running out. It was as if we didn't want to say or do anything that would ruin our last few hours together. After breakfast we had left the cabin and toured the country side just enjoying the moments we were sharing together. We didn't even want to think about the coming of next week, and the fact we would not be together.
Around the middle of the afternoon we returned to the cabin, both of us ready for some close intimate time. It didn't take us long to get naked and be in bed together. I pulled Jeff close to me, feeling his body next to mine.
"God, I love you," I breathed.
"I love you, too, Bri."
Jeff's mouth found mine, and he kissed me, slowly, gently at first, then gradually more intensely. I returned his kiss, tasting the sweetness of his mouth as his tongue made its way inside searching for my own tongue.
"I need you," Jeff said. "I want you so much."
"Then take me," I ordered. "Fuck my ass," I told him.
Neither one of us said another word. Silently and quickly, Jeff lubed his hard and already leaking cock while I lay on my back, my legs spread apart. I watched as he slid between my legs and slid inside my hole. I shivered from the pleasure I felt when he was buried deep inside me. I could feel the thick black forest around his cock rubbing against me as he started working my ass over. He fucked me with such intensity that it wasn't long before I felt his lot steamy man juice fill me. He kept on thrusting and the cum kept spewing each time he rubbed the walls of my ass. Jeff fucked me so hard that when the last of his cum hit my prostate I felt my own dick swell up, and on its own, covered the matted curls on my chest.
With his dick still inside me, Jeff leaned over on my stomach. We both felt my cum between us, mixing in our chest hair, as he lay on my stomach and gave me a kiss. He smiled and said,
"You are one hot fuck."
I grinned. "You've just been limited in your man to man sex," I told him.
"That is true," he agreed. "There hasn't been anyone else except you."
I looked at him for a moment, something running through my brain. Then I said, "Speaking of that, have you ever given thought to maybe us playing with someone else? Just for a new experience," I added.
A surprised look came on Jeff's face. "Are you serious?" he asked.
I nodded and said, "I've thought about it. It wouldn't take anything away from us, but I think it might be hot to play with another person."
"Together or apart?" he asked.
"Normally I would say it would be better to play together only, but with us living so far away, well, tell me, what do you think?"
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable playing by ourselves, but it might work out," Jeff decided.
"I won't change how we feel about each other," I hastened to assure him. "We will always have our love. Anything else would just be a little icing on the cake, so to speak."
"I think that if we do play with others, we should always be safe," Jeff said.
"Oh, I agree. We have to be careful. Neither one of us want to get anything, let alone, bring it home with us."
We talked for quite a while that evening about the possibilities of playing, both apart and together. For each other, our main area of concentration was going to be working out a plan for us to able to spend more time together. At this point in the game, neither one of us knew just yet, how that was all going to play out.
With it being our last night together, needless to say, we never left the bed room at all, with the exception of grabbing a quick bite to eat later in the evening. Other than that, we never left each other, and for the most part, slept very little that night. We did a lot of talking and even more fucking than talking. Jeff would fuck me, and I'd fuck him. Then we took turns cleaning each other's cocks until all the cum was gone. We took turns filling each other up with our cum, then sucking it back out and giving it to the other to taste. There was lots and lots of holding, hugging, kissing, and lots of shared feelings and emotions.
The next morning neither one of us were ready to crawl out of bed. We both knew that once the day was started, it would soon be time to leave, and we weren't ready for that just yet. So, instead, we lay in bed next to each other enjoying the feel of each other's body. It was definitely going to be a challenge after we parted ways.
I looked over at Jeff and asked, "So, are you going to be okay?"
"I'm working on it," he assured me. "It's going to be hell, but just knowing that one day we will be together for good, well, that helps."
"And we will be together," I declared. "It will just take time to get everything worked out, but it will."
"It's funny how things work out, isn't it?" Jeff asked.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning our lives and how we traveled the path we have over the years," Jeff finished.
"Well, we both did what was expected of us," I said. "Back then it was just expected to do things a certain way, and that's what we did."
"I don't regret any of it," Jeff said. "I have three great kids out of the deal, and that's worth everything to me. Although," he added, "I'm sure when everything comes out they will push me to the side."
"Perhaps not," I tried to encourage him. "You've raised your kids well, and they love and respect you. Just give them a little credit."
"Hopefully you are right," Jeff said.
I leaned over and pulled Jeff to me. "Now, hush," I ordered. "We've talked enough, and it's time for some fuck action. I want to feel your bone in my ass. I want to feel that hot sexy bush of yours grind against me as you fuck my hole."
Hearing my words made Jeff instantly hard, and I felt his cock rubbing between us. He pressed harder into me, and I felt his dick digging into my stomach. I reached down and ran my fingers through his thick curly bush. I loved playing in the black forest that surrounded his dick. His cock hair always made me so fucking horny every time I saw it. My fingers walked through the tight curls and went on down to find his hairy balls. I started tugging and playing with them, enjoying the fuzzy feel they gave off.
I got on my knees with my ass up in the air. I wiggled it in front of Jeff, causing him to moan with desire. I reached back with my hands and pulled my cheeks apart, showing my crack. I knew the dark brown hairs that lined my crack made Jeff crazy, and I was ready for him to get crazy and plow my fuck hole with his tool.
"Fuck me," I ordered. "Slam my ass with that cock of yours," I said.
He didn't need any more words of encouragement. There was still cum in my ass left over from a middle of the night fuck, so he had no trouble at all sliding inside my wet slippery hole. I felt him go all the way in until my ass was buried in his crotch hair. I leaned hard into him, rubbing into the black forest.
"God, your ass feels so fucking good," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck you like crazy," he told me.
"Do it," I moaned. "Work my ass good with that thick hard dick of yours," I cried.
Jeff worked his cock in and out my hole, driving me out of my mind with each fuck thrust. It was like he couldn't get enough of my hot ass, and I certainly enjoyed every inch of his hard cock. Each time he pushed inside me, I could feel his hairy balls slamming against my skin, and I could feel his precum leaking from my hole and down onto my ball sac. Each time he slammed into my ass, I returned the motion just as fiercely, using his cock as a rod to sit on. I was in the right position to allow him to hit my prostate directly, and even though I tried to keep it from happening just yet, I failed, and suddenly I shot a huge load of male juice into the air. It fell to the bed landing in the sheets. My orgasm was so intense I thought for a moment I was going to pass out from sheer pleasure.
Jeff continued fucking me long and hard and finally after I recovered from the powerful climax I'd just experienced, I forced my ass muscles to clamp down hard on his cock. I clamped down and released it three times, and that was enough to take him over the edge. His cock swelled up inside my wet hairy ass, and I felt the first spurt of hot liquid hit my ass wall.
"Oh, God," he cried, and slammed me even harder.
"That's right, Babe, fill my ass with that hot cum of yours," I told him. "Oh, yeah, that feels so fucking good."
I used my ass to milk out the last of Jeff's cum, causing him to moan with pleasure.
Completely spent, Jeff, his cock still inside my cum filled hole, leaned over against my back. I could feel this chest hair against my skin, and it felt so good. In fact, just having him inside me made me feel whole, made me feel complete.
Later he pulled out of me, and we fell to the bed, our arms wrapped around each other. I smiled at him and said, "It's going to be all right. We're going to make this work," I added.
"Yes, we are," he nodded. "Now that we're reconnected, I am not going to lose you again."
"You won't have to," I assured him.
We lay there another hour, had one more fuck, and then decided, like it or not, we had to get things moving. We showered, packed, put the cabin back to rights and then carried our bags to our cars.
"Do you have time for a cup of coffee for the road?" Jeff asked.
I told him I did, and we got into our cars with me following him down the road a ways to the little coffee shop I had become so familiar with during my stay here at his cabin.
Over coffee we talked for about half an hour longer, enjoying the company of being together, with both of us trying hard as hell to keep things on the upside.
"So, how long you think we should wait before trying to get together again?" Jeff wanted to know.
Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "I have no idea. I think we'll both know when the time's right. A lot will depend on how things are going at home. And, a lot will depend on what all may be going on," I added.
"That's true," he agreed.
Half an hour later we both felt we had no choice, that we needed to be hitting the road, and we left the coffee shop. I stopped in front of Jeff's car and gave him a smile. I reached out and hugged him. I didn't give a fuck if anyone saw me do it. I just needed to feel him close one more time.
"I love you," I whispered into his ear.
"I love you, too," he said quietly.
"I'll call you every day," I assured him.
"You'd better, or else I will," he warned, forcing a small smile.
I looked at my watch. "I guess I'd better hit the road," I said. "Call me when you get home."
"I will. Goodbye, Bri."
"Bye, Jeff," I said, heading for my car."
Jeff drove off first, and I sat in my car watching as his vehicle slowly disappeared out of sight. Then giving a sigh, I started my engine and headed down the road in the opposite direction. This was going to be the hardest thing I have ever done, I thought as I drove down the highway. I loved Jeff so much that I felt as if a part of my body was being ripped a part as the distance between us grew greater. God, it was going to be hard, but I knew it was something I had to do. Something both of us had to do, I decided. It would work out in time, we both knew that. And when it did happen, it was going to be such a mixture of joy and sadness that I wondered if we would be able to stand it.
Then realizing I would be spending the rest of my life with the man that I loved with all my heart, I knew I could do it. We both could do it.