I'd fought the urge all morning, but just before my last class, I called Jeff. I had to find out more about his relationship with this Armand guy, but apparently he didn't even know him.
According to him, Julie had three-way sex with several guys, so he supposed Armand was just one of them. He didn't know how the guy knew his name or anything about us, unless Julie had told him and, as far as he knew, she didn't know anything to tell.
That didn't satisfy me at all. It only made it worse. After class, before going to work, I went by Julie's office. At first she seemed surprised to see me, but inviting me in, she closed the door so we could have some privacy. I wasted no time getting to the point.
"Oh," she immediately responded, sitting down behind her desk, "I knew you were upset. You left so suddenly and all. I'd meant to call you tonight and find out why. Was it because Armand was there? You didn't like him?" I looked at her for a moment and then away.
"Well, let's say I wasn't expecting another guy to join us," I replied.
"But Jeff . . . ," she started to say.
"Yes, I know," I interrupted. "Jeff has several times. But he's different." At that point, she smiled, leaning back in her chair.
"Yes, well, the whole scene was different, wasn't it, but with a difference I liked." Then looking at me, she asked, "But you didn't?"
"No," I exclaimed, puzzled by her reaction. "I didn't." She looked at me a moment, thinking.
"I didn't realize you were so attached to Jeff," she said finally. "When I met that Chance guy, I thought you were branching out and were tired of Jeff. In a way, I was too. I thought I was doing you a favor to get you and Armand together, but if you want it with just Jeff and me, then that's how it will be." I stared at her in disbelief as she went on.
"Personally, I thought it'd gone very well for both of us with Armand. He was certainly impressed with you. That's all he talked about you left. As for me, I felt a kind of chemistry between the two of you which really worked for my benefit, if you want my selfish point of view."
I shook my head in silence, partly embarrassed by what she said and partly from surprise at what coming out of her mouth. Apparently Julie knew intuitively more about what was going on with me than I did.
"Look," she said, as someone knocked on the door, "I've got to get some work done here. Think it over. I'm willing to play by whatever ground rules you want. Just let me know what you decide. But I've got to say I think you should give Armand another chance, maybe with just the two of you."
I left her office in a daze. That whole conversation had taken me completely by surprise. I never had any suspicion Julie knew what was going on, let alone be so comfortable talking about it. Sitting alone in my car, I thought over what she'd said. When my cell phone rang, I didn't even answer it right away.
"Rick?" I heard a voice ask on the other end. "You don't sound like yourself. This is Chance."
"Yeah, it's me," I replied. "What's up? I've been meaning to call you."
"I was just wondering," he said, "if you're free tonight, maybe we could catch the game together on television."
"Sure, yeah," I quickly responded. "I'd like that." We agreed to meet at my place after work, around seven.
Work at the gallery was much the same that afternoon. We were getting ready to mount a new exhibit of nude paintings and photographs by a local artist. I'd kept pretty busy taking down the old one, but still managed to get home a little before six.
I thought that'd give me plenty of time to get ready for Chance, but for some reason, I couldn't get organized. I jumped from one thing to another and couldn't stay focused on any one thing. I felt nervous, almost giddy.
Even after he got there, it took a little time before I really remember what we said or did. I do remember, however, how good he looked to me and how happy I was to see him. He seemed to feel the same and, before long, we were on the balcony talking our heads off, about nothing, really. Then he asked how my evening had gone with Julie. I had to think a moment.
"Oh, fine, I guess," I replied, "the same as always." He looked at me a moment, waiting for me to continue, but I didn't.
"Well, at least you got off," he said, bluntly. "Didn't you?"
"Oh, well," I started to reply, but hesitated, feeling my face begin to flush. "Yes, I guess I did, eventually."
He smiled, shaking his head from side to side, apparently amused that I didn't seem to know for sure. We both laughed. Then, letting the subject drop, he looked at his watch, asking if I wanted to go somewhere and eat or stay there and watch the game, then eat afterward.
"Let's do both," I suggested. "I've got stuff here to eat, so we can eat and watch the game at the same time. Of course, we'll have to get on the bed."
"That's fine with me," he replied, a smile crossing his face. "I think we've done it before, you know." We stared at each other, smiling in silence.
"Yes," I said, finally. "I remember."
Going back into the apartment, I went into the kitchen and started to put some things together for us to eat, thinking he'd stay out on the balcony. Then I felt his hands moving around my body, pulling me back into his as he nuzzled the inside my neck, squeezing my body against his.
Laying down whatever it was I had in my hand, I turned toward him and, putting my arms around him, held him tightly as we rubbed each other's back, neither of us saying anything. I remember how good this felt to me, so good, in fact, it seemed to eclipse everything else.
Unsure how long we stood like that, I relaxed my grip and, leaning back slightly, felt the pressure of his full lips against mine.
So ready for that, my body felt immediately weak from the sensation. I returned the pressure as we kissed for the first time, openly and with nothing held back. Looking down as we eventually separated, I told him to see if the game was on yet and I'd bring in some things to eat.
Watching the game, we feasted on baloney sandwiches and beer, lying up against each other in the middle of the bed, laughing and reacting noisily to the action of the game. At that point, his team was losing and mine winning.
Then, when the sandwiches were gone, we satisfied ourselves with fondling the other's body, loosening what few things we had on, but leaving them on. In time, both our bodies were readily available to the other, our dicks, both swollen, begging for attention.
"I thought you got off last night," Chance remarked, lifting my increasingly conspicuous dick up into his hand, squeezing it gently, small beads of precum immediately leaking from the head. "This seems to need attention, now." A little embarrassed, I pulled back slightly from the sensation of his hand massaging the leakage into its very sensitive surface.
"Yeah, well, I did," I replied, resting my hand over his to hinder its stimulation. "But I guess it wasn't satisfied with what it got . . . me either, for that matter."
Chance looked into my eyes until I looked away. Then, except for the sound of the game on the television, we lay in silence for a moment, watching it as he continued to fondle my dick.
"What do you mean?" he asked finally. "You've gotten off that way before. What was different about last night?" I hesitated to tell him the truth, so tried to talk around it.
"Well, Julie had invited another person to join us," I explained. "I tried to back out of it, but they pressured me into staying. So, I did."
"You mean another female," Chance asked, "or was it another guy?"
I nodded my head. "Another guy," I replied. Chance stopped feeling my dick, just holding it for a moment, saying nothing. I could tell he didn't like my response.
"But, I didn't know him," I added, defensively. I'll probably never even see him again. He was Julie's friend." Chance still said nothing, lowering his head on the pillow. I tried to change the subject.
"Have you ever heard of a guy with a wife and family," I blurted out, actually sucking off another guy and really enjoying it?" Chance starred up at me blankly.
"Yes, sure," he replied. "Are you saying that's what happened to you?"
"Well, in a way," I replied, reluctantly. "I mean, we were having sex with Julie, but he kept messing around with me and somehow managed to take my load when I'd pulled out of Julie, trying to hold it back."
"What do you mean, he managed to take your load?" he asked.
"I was on the verge of cuming when I pulled out. All he had to do was suck it a little and I flooded his mouth with cum, just about choking him."
"Oh," he exclaimed, pulling back from me. "So you let him suck you off and now you're telling me you didn't like it. Is that it?"
"No. What are you saying?" I responded. "I didn't just let him do it. And besides, he was supposed to be straight."
"Oh, yeah?" Chance exclaimed, trying to hide his anger. "Well, I hate to tell you, but people aren't that easy to fit into categories, at least where sex is concerned. You should have learned that by now, you know."
I stared at the television, sorry I'd ever brought this up. Chance was a little standoffish for a while, but eventually put his arm around me and pulled me up to him.
"We had an agreement, you know," he said quietly in my ear, "not to talk about sex but that I'd get you off, not Jeff or any other guy. That's what you said you wanted."
"Yes," I replied, looking at the television, "and I still do. I didn't ask for what happened last night, and I didn't want it." For a while neither of us said anything, pretending to watch the game.
"Okay, then," he suggested, gazing at my dick swell inside his hand, "what do you say I suck on this thing a little, now?"
"Yeah, sure," I replied, trying not to smile, "if that's what you want. But I was thinking, maybe this time, instead of just getting me off, you could stay all night. I'd like it to be the way it was last time, if you know what I mean." Chance smiled, his eyes revealing his enthusiasm.
"Sure. I know what you mean. That's fine with me," he exclaimed, pulling off his shirt and then his shorts, his swollen meat rolling back against his stomach as he lifted his legs, his shorts coming off over them. "The only problem is I didn't bring any pot with me this time."
"That's okay," I confessed, pushing my own shorts the rest of the way down over my legs. "Maybe then I'll be able to keep track of what's happening."
We both laughed, our naked bodies pressing against one another, his hands sliding down my back and over my butt, squeezing the cheeks in both hands. I leaned over him, turning off the lamp, feeling his lips lift up against mine as we locked into an embrace, our hard dicks pressing into the other's stomach as we rolled over the bed in one seemingly endless kiss.
We'd kissed before, but not quite like this. There was a kind of emotion in it I'd never felt before in both of us, a kind of desperation or longing for something just beyond our grasp.
So far he'd pretty well ignored my dick, usually his main interest, and focused instead on my butt. Moaning faintly with emotion, he moved his hands over the full, firm cheeks, gradually working his fingers between them, at times stroking my ass hole, sucking harder on my lips as he became more and more aroused.
It reminded me of the first time we'd been together that night with Jeff, except this time he was a lot more gentle as he played with my ass.
Pulling off my lips, he slid his mouth down inside my neck, breathing rapidly as he eased me onto my back. Then, working some spit over his finger, he pushed aside my heavy sack of nuts, sliding his finger in a slow circular motion around my sensitive anus, working it slowly inside me, but only enough to penetrate the tight opening. I was surprised how much I liked the strange sensation, even at first.
I couldn't believe how sensitive I was down there. What he was doing was very simple, but the sensation spread rapidly throughout my groin, even into my genitals. It felt so good, in fact, I found myself lifting my butt up into the motion of his hand, encouraging him to keep it up.
At first, Chance was more than willing to oblige me. Sliding his finger gently inside my tight, little anus, gradually spreading its lips as they clung to his finger, he kissed my mouth and inside my neck, sucking it up between his lips to absorb the intensity of his pleasure. But, then, his body beginning to tremble slightly, he stopped, resting his head on my stomach, his finger lingering just inside my butt.
"Oh, I've got to stop that," he suddenly exclaimed, his voice muffled almost inaudibly by my stomach. I didn't know what to say. Really enjoying it myself, I was confused by his behavior.
"But why?" I asked. "Go ahead, if you want to. I'm okay with it. You seem to be liking it."
"Oh, I am, I am," he replied, still focused on my asshole, seemingly fascinated by how tightly it clung to his finger. "But I'm getting carried away. This is something we have to work up to. You're not ready for it, yet."
Stroking my dick up even harder, he slid his mouth down over the head, sucking off the precum which had leaked over its surface. I started to ask what he was talking about, ready for what? Then I remembered the things he'd said that first night with Jeff about wanting to slide his dick inside me and massage my prostate so I'd cum more when he got me off.
I decided not to pursue it if that's what he had in mind. It wasn't that his dick was all that big, but it seemed quite a stretch to have it slid up inside my butt. That kind of scared me.
Instead, I put my hands around the back of his head, guiding his mouth down further on my dick, my body instantly responding to the increased coverage as he sucked its thickening mass with fierce pressure.
Closing my thighs against his head, slowing the intense sensation of his relentlessly sucking my dick, I felt him once again finger my ass hole, stretching its incredibly tight opening until he'd pull out his finger, only to begin again shortly after that until my body began to tremble uncontrollably from the combination of sensations in both my dick and groin.
The sensations confronting me were, at times, almost too much for me to handle. My body twisted and jerked as he sucked the hugely swollen head of my dick, but he remained focused, maintaining a constant pressure on the head of my dick and fingering my butt in short, rapid strokes.
I thought I was going to come unglued several times and made no secret of it but, intent on making me cum, Chance essentially paid no attention to my admittedly half hearted attempts to ease the demands he was placing on my body.
Then suddenly, with little warning, I felt a load of thick cum spurt with a slight stinging sensation from the slit in the head of my dick, instantly caught up by the swirling pressure of his tongue around its painfully sensitive head. Gasping for breath I felt a succession of smaller eruptions, my asshole contracting each time against his finger, eased only by the equally wonderful release of pressure in my groin.
Closing my eyes, I relaxed my thighs away from his body, totally spent by the extraordinarily exhausting orgasm. Then, feeling Chance pull up on his knees, one on each side of my body, I opened my eyes, realizing he was stroking his dick over my chest, looking down at me.
"You want it?" he asked, breathlessly, the head of his dick hugely swollen and leaking heavily as he stroked it toward my mouth.
Smiling up at him, my lips parted, I ran my hands up over his firm hips, pulling his groin up to my face, not the least bit surprised as he slid his dick between my lips, its sticky pungency at once blending with my saliva as I accepted it inside my mouth.
From the taste of his dick I thought he'd already cum, sucking it freely as he thrust its fat head slowly in my mouth. But squeezing his firmly contracted butt cheeks only a few moments, I was surprised by a flood of cum suddenly spreading its warm fullness against the sides of my mouth.
It happened so fast, I thought I was going to gag, but I managed to take his load and even more of its sweet fullness as he milked his dick up from the base, each time forcing yet another was of sperm onto my tongue as I watched his face, enjoying with him the obviously pleasure it was giving him.
"You're getting very good at that," he said softly, trying to cope with the obviously almost painful sensation as he struggled to free his dick from the tight hold of my mouth. "You'd better be careful. I might get to wanting it all the time."
Regaining control of his dick, he groaned dramatically, stretching his moist body over mine, kissing my face and inside my neck as we lay against each other for a time; my legs wrapped around his lower body. Neither of us anxious to let go of the other, our bodies lay motionless and in silence, except for our labored breathing.
We may have slept for a while. I'm not sure. But I was sure I'd never felt like that before, especially with another guy, and hoped I would again, during the rest of that night.
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Summer, 2008