Disclaimer: The folling story is a description of actual events. Names and places have been changed. If you are offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man relations, what in the hell are you doing here?
Safe sexual practices are NOT observed in this story. That is not reality. Don't take chances.
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Copyright c 1999 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
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THE WEEKEND
Rick had obviously gone home to change before coming over, and no doubt had packed extra clothes in the hopes that I would invite him to stay for the whole weekend.
No games, I chided myself. "You want to spend the weekend?" I asked.
"I was hoping you'd ask me to," he answered.
"Go get your stuff while I make us a drink," I said, smiling knowingly.
He returned with a big gym bag which he put in the bedroom, then sat down beside me.
He looked good in clothes, almost as good as he did without them. A polo shirt showed off his chest, but wasn't so tight as to be blatant. The chino pants displayed his narrow hips and tight butt to perfection. They showed a hint of the goodies in the front, but didn't flaunt. I liked the way he dressed. Hot!
"Wanna fuck now and eat later or eat now and fuck later?" I asked.
My direct approach made him choke on his drink. When he recovered, he said, laughing, "Let's take it slow and do both. Horny fucker aren't you!"
"Ain't had any since you were here a week ago," I drawled.
"Me either," he said.
I took him in my arms for the first kiss of the evening. I just brushed his lips then rested my chin on his shoulder. He felt good there.
When we broke the hug, he stood and moved across the room, out of reach. "You're not going to torture me again tonight," he said, starting to strip.
The shirt came off over his head, then looking me directly in the eyes, he undid his pants and slowly lowered them. Kicking off his shoes, then pulling off his socks. He picked up his clothes and tossed them onto a chair.
Before returning to sit with me, he carefully pointed his still soft dick upward inside his jockeys. Once he was seated, my hand was on it immediately, gently caressing the long tube through the fabric.
He didn't waste any time, and had his hand inside my shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear so he had my bare, hard dick in his hand.
White jockeys are sexy, and are fun to look at and dream about, but when my hands are on them, I don't want anything between me and what's under them. Rick raised up and I pulled them off. His cock, still not completely hard flopped over onto his thigh.
My fingers lightly danced up and down the shaft and down to his balls which he had shaved since he was here before. They felt soft and hung loosely, relaxed. While I played with him, he unzipped me and got my shorts off.
Sitting angled toward each other, both with a cock in our hands, we both lightly caressed the other, exploring, gently stimulating, giving pleasure.
Leaning over, he gave me a lingering kiss, and when he leaned back, said "I could do this all night, it feels so good."
"Mmmmm, me too," I said.
We moved closer, his arm went around me, and his leg went over my thigh. Our arms were entangled, getting at each others dicks. To an observer, the position must have looked very awkward, but to us, it was comfortable.
This was a part of Rick that I really liked. No rush, no urgency, taking our time to enjoy the sensuality of touch. Beads of precum would form, be gently removed by a finger that would then find its way to our respective mouths.
We enjoyed, occasionally moaning, or tingling when a particularly sensitive spot was touched.
The sun was going down and the setting was terribly romantic. I basked in it.
After it went down and darkness fell, Rick pushed me back and leaned down to lick my cock. Long strokes from the base to the tip, all around, pushed my level of arousal up fast, but making me want his cock in my mouth too.
I maneuvered around so I could get at him. Two cocks, two mouths and two tongues started making music. We licked, we sucked, we stroked saliva lubricated skin with our fingers, lingering, savoring. I took it slow as long as I could, but the dual stimulation of his hot dick in my mouth, and his wonderful manipulations of my own dick soon had me totally engrossed in some serious cock worship with my mouth.
I didn't tease, I didn't back off to give him a chance to slow down. I wanted his load as fast as I could get it. He bucked and fucked my face and I gave him everything I had. I felt him tense, then the flood began. As before, he was sweet and I backed off his dick enough so that I could enjoy the taste.
He barely let up on my cock while he was convulsing. Those sensations, which I could now concentrate on plus his still spasming dick in my mouth set me off too. It seemed like I kept cumming and kept on cumming forever.
Soft cocks slid out of cum filled mouths. Back in his arms, our kiss, mixing cum, made the descent so sweet.
After dinner, both still naked, we turned on the TV and channel surfed. We ended up watching an Australian Soccer game. Rick was following the game and I was following the tight butts of the gorgeous guys playing.
Rick's arm was around my shoulder, and I felt very content and secure, but frustrated. Here was a beautiful sexy man, a consummate lover, sitting next to me who I couldn't really have. He had someone else that he would soon return to. There was no future here, which hurt.
The mental tug-of-war was short, thankfully, and I concluded that the best thing to do was relax and enjoy. I wasn't ready to talk to him about my feelings - yet.
Might as well start enjoying, I thought, and reached for the long soft cock laying across his leg. I played with it gently, running my fingers up and down the length then under to gently massage his big balls. When he was fully hard, I leaned over to get a closer look. The shaft was veined but they weren't too prominent. The head was a perfect cap, flaring out over the shaft, tapering to the piss slit. I'd guess a little over eight inches. With effort, I restrained myself from taking him into my mouth. That would come later.
He wasn't ignoring me either. He licked his finger and massaged that hot spot on the back of my dick just under the head. Too much of that stimulation and I would be shooting all over both of us.
"Ready for bed?" he asked.
I nodded.
"I want to make love to you all night," he said.
"Mmmmmm," I murmured, "give me a minute, then come on in."
I turned back the bed covers, and lit a few candles. Might as well make the most of the situation, I thought. The drapes were open, and the lights of the city sparkled below.
As we lay side by side, he asked "Would you like to fuck me tonight?"
"Not particularly," I told him, "you do an awesome job."
"Actually, I was just being polite. I've only been fucked once, and didn't particularly enjoy it," he said. "But you sure seem to."
"Oh yes, with the right partner it can be wonderful," I said. "Where did you learn how to be so good?"
"I spent some time with an older guy before I got married, and he showed me how to please HIM. I learned that giving someone else real pleasure makes it a better experience for me. Selfish yes, but it works both ways," he said.
"Quit talking about it and fuck me, big boy," I said.
He took a long time getting me ready. By the time he got into position to enter me, I was begging. I NEEDED his cock in my ass.
His strokes were long and slow. My own cock would soften because of the intense sensations elsewhere, then harden again.
I was gasping as he would bring me to the edge, but then back off and we'd start the uphill climb all over again. I lost track of how many times this happened.
I'm afraid that I was so wrapped up in my own pleasure that I wasn't paying much attention to how close he was getting, so I asked.
"Anytime, just say the word," he said, smiling.
The next time he brought me to the edge, I mumbled "go for it."
He did, shifting into high gear. The race was on. Long hard fast strokes made the waves of intense sensation wash over me, and I lost control. The short strokes pushed both of us over.
I held him close to me as his dick spasmed out the final shots of cum.
We slept late.
After breakfast, we headed for the pool. Rick didn't seem to be concerned about being "seen" and I certainly didn't mind being in the company of such a hot stud.
We swam a little, but mostly just soaked up the sun and talked. There weren't many people around, so we had enough privacy to talk about anything.
Rick told me a lot about himself, particularly his sexuality. He considered himself bisexual, but, from what he said, I got the impression that he really preferred sex with men. His problem, he said, was opportunity.
He also made it clear that he "liked" being married, even though the sex wasn't that hot, and he intended to stay that way.
Having him admit this made our relationship clear to me. I would be the recipient of his favors when convenient. It was a total dead end, but felt pretty good to me when we were able to get together.
It was time for some ground rules.
"OK, Rick," I said, "let's be honest about what's going on here. I think we both enjoy having sex together, but you're married and I'm relationship oriented myself. What I'm looking for is a regular boyfriend, a lover, not an occasional fuck. You, I believe, are looking for sex and no more."
"I enjoy your company a lot, too," he said.
"Well and good, but there's no future for me. I don't want to be the "other man", at your beck and call whenever you feel horny and want to get off. So, I have to ask that you never call me and want to rush over and fuck. The only times we'll get together is when we make a "date" in advance."
"I can live with that," he said.
"Also," I continued, "at some point, either of us will get tired of the whole thing, or I might meet someone else. That'll be the end of it. We walk away, and no more contact. All I ask is that we let each other know when this happens."
"I can live with that too," he said. "Anything else?"
"Nope," I said.
The sun always makes me horny, so when we got back upstairs, I put it as delicately as I knew how. "Let's fuck," I said.
We were both ready and I, at least, knew what I wanted. I wanted him to pound the hell out of my ass.
I should have been a little sore after more than an hour of fucking the night before, but I wasn't. I was using him for my pleasure, but he was an eager participant.
I also think, after our talk, that he wanted to give me special pleasure so that I'd want more.
His long strokes had me panting, and every time the rim of his cock would slide past my prostate, I let out an involuntary gasp. Seeing my reaction, he concentrated on it. Gauging the depth, he found my gland and just rubbed the head of his cock back and forth on it. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until it felt like his dick was vibrating.
For me, the sensations were incredible. My arms were flailing, my whole body was twitching, and I was caught up in a high I had never experienced before. I was hovering on the edge of orgasm, seemingly unable to go forward to completion or back.
Usually, I could tiptoe along the edge for a few seconds, then fall over, but this was continuing. It felt wonderful, granted, but was fast becoming torture.
"Stop," I begged. Evidently he thought I was kidding because he continued.
"Fuck or pull out," I demanded. "Stop what you're doing, NOW!"
He saw I was serious and went back to longer strokes.
Nothing happened. I stayed on the brink. I was stuck there.
Seeing me still flailing, gasping and my whole body spasming, he said "Let it go. Go for it!"
Trying to help me, he sped up, fucking me really hard and fast.
Nothing changed.
"Pull out," I begged.
He did, but still, even without any stimulation, I teetered on the brink. I couldn't go anywhere and my body was totally out of control.
It wasn't pleasure any more, and that started scaring the hell out of me. Rick too.
I just lay there an twitched. Funny in retrospect, but definitely not at the time it was happening.
I was in total sensory overload. The line between pleasure and pain had been crossed and I wasn't enjoying it one damned bit.
Neither of us had any idea what to do, and real fear was beginning to show on Rick's face. I can only imagine how I looked, writhing there on the bed.
"Do you think a shower would help?" he asked.
"I can't move," I answered.
"I can help you, carry you if I have to," he said.
"We can try," I said.
After starting the shower, he came back to half carry, half drag me in. My body was still out of control and he had a hard time holding me up.
The water was warm at first, but he turned it down until it was straight cold water spraying on us.
A few minutes of this, and I started to relax. I got a little control over my body, and was able to stand by myself. Rick stepped out of the freezing spray but didn't let go of me.
My spasms turned to shivers, and I felt a little better, but these new sensations were still going through my body. It wasn't over yet, but I couldn't take any more of that cold water.
Rick helped me dry off and got me back to bed. The wild twitches and spasms had subsided with only occasional stabs that made me jerk.
The sensations I was feeling weren't coming from any particular place, they came from all over. No doubt mental.
Rick tried to be solicitous, but I could tell he was scared shitless and it was pretty obvious that he wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as he could. He put his street clothes on.
By now I was sufficiently coherent to think about what was happening. I felt like I had to cum, but didn't know how to make it happen. At least I had regained control over body movements except for the occasional spasm.
I sat up, then stood without assistance.
"Are you going to be OK?" Rick almost begged.
"I'll make it, I think," I answered.
"Maybe I'd better go," he said. "I'll call you later."
"Bye, Rick," I said, knowing I'd never hear from him again. The sonofabitch wasn't willing to stick around long enough to make sure I was going to be all right.
I got back in bed after I heard the front door close.
Somewhere along the line, I had heard about the Kundalini experience where the pleasure doesn't stop, sometimes for months, driving some people over the edge - mentally. I wasn't particularly eager to experience that!
I still felt like I was on the edge, just about to cum. Maybe, if I could have an orgasm from other stimulation, I could break the cycle. It was worth a try.
I knew one of my favorite videos was in the VCR, so I grabbed the remote and the lube. By concentrating, maybe I could do it.
My dick had shriveled, but pepped up a little when I grabbed it and lubed it up. The gorgeous dicks on the screen distracted me enough from the inner feelings to feel the manual stimulation on my dick.
I concentrated. And pounded. No playing around, and the objective neared, then happened.
By usual standards, it was not a very intense orgasm, but I was sure pleased.
I still felt kind of shaky inside, and that didn't go away for several days, but in the meantime, I slept. A lot.
Author's note: This was a true experience. I'm not qualified to explain what happened or offer advice on how to prevent it from happening to others. All I can say is: be careful and know your partner. There can be too much of a good thing.
As I continue in my profession, maybe there will be other, more pleasant, experiences to write about, OR, I could use my imagination.
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