Ed Chapter 3
by Jacob442011@yahoo.com
Dedication: I dedicate this to Mike, my inspiration for the story! [And Mike, please email me as I've lost your current email address - Thanks!]
I parted ways with Ed after exchanging contact information. It looked like it would be awhile, but we said we'd try to meet up again. My head was fuzzy from my time with Ed. It was really incredible. I never knew that a man could have that kind of time with another man. It's not that I am no longer into women. In fact, I still find the female body the most captivating object on earth. Only, now, the close second is being naked and feeling the touch of a man. Well, maybe close second is not even right, because both are amazing in their own way.
When I got home, I was able to shield my shaved pubic area from my wife for a bit, though she discovered it eventually. I did not tell her about Ed because I knew she would not understand. So, I told her I had shaved myself to try it out, and she bought it.
Time at home was good with my wife for the most part, and I enjoyed making love to her as I always had. But, I could not stop thinking of Ed, of his naked body, his hands on my cock. Ed never once asked me to get him off, yet he got me off multiple times in the most mind blowing ways. How could I forget him?
So, when it was time for a business trip to Charleston, I knew that I would not be able to see Ed, so I placed an ad on CL looking for a married guy to jack me off. I wanted someone like Ed, and I wanted someone who would take his time and jack me off, slow. I also wanted there to be an element of me submitting, too. I was a little nervous as I reflected on my first encounter with Ed. That was both super hot and super scary. Fortunately, I was able to delete the nude photos Ed took of me on my phone before anyone was able to see them. I admit, it was so hot how Ed took charge of me like he did, but I was not sure just anyone would have the same discretion.
So, I emailed with a few guys from CL who sounded interested. One guy pretended to be married but it turned out he was gay and he got impatient with me emailing, tipping his hand. Another guy really seemed to be married, but he figured I would come around to the idea of him fucking me and wanted me to agree to that. So, I let those guys go and hoped for more. After some more emails, I found the right guy.
We emailed back and forth about what we wanted to do. He said coming to my hotel was fine, that he would swing by after work. He wanted to jack a guy off while taking his time doing so, and that sounded great to me. Of course, I wanted him to be able to take his time like Ed had, and it sounded like his time would be limited. But, otherwise, he seemed great.
After a day of meetings and consultations, I could hardly wait. Tonight was the night. After a snack, I took a hot shower, butterflies in my belly. The knock came only slightly later than I expected. "Mike?" I heard someone say, and I gulped. As we had agreed, I was completely naked when I opened my hotel door. Bob smiled at me and took in my nakedness from top to bottom, standing in the doorway, dress shirt open at the collar, sport coat held under one arm. I gulped and smiled nervously. Would anyone else see me?
For what seemed like forever, I stood naked facing him, spreading my legs just a little. Bob seemed to enjoy the view, and I was both scared and turned on, being naked in that doorway. It's true, I had wanted to be naked and answer the door, to show that he would be in charge. Bob had not disappointed me, standing there and surveying me. Then, at the sound of voices approaching, he grinned wider and stepped forward, casually reaching out to gently palm my cock and balls. With a light yet directive touch, Bob's hand moved me into the room, and the door closed behind us. He nudged me toward the couch, and I lay back on the towell I had laid over it.
Nice to meet you Mike, he said with a grin and encircled his fingers around my stiffening cock.
Gah, I managed to reply, licking my lips and pulling up my knees. His other hand grabbed the lotion and pumped the top, aiming at my waiting cock and his hand.
Oooh, I said as the lotion was cold, and then Bob's fingers pulled slowly up in a rotation motion, then pulled slowly down and carefully circled the bottom of my cockhead before descending down my shaft.
Aaaah, I commented with delight. Bob stared into my eyes, and his hand slowly went up and down, up and down, in similar fashion.
Oh God, I gasped to him, trying to hold his gaze, but my eyes wanted to run back into my head. Slowly, he worked my cock and my whole body tingled.
I spread my legs as wide as I could. Bob's hand slowly stroked up and down, up and down.
After an indeterminable amount of time and from somewhere seemingly far away, I heard a phone ring. At first, it seemed like a dream, as I was in such a fog of pleasure. Then, I saw Bob smile and fish his cell phone out of his pocket with his other hand while still slowly, methodically stroking my cock.
With a wink, he answered.
"Hi hon, how are you doing?" Bob said, pulling down on my cock. "Oh good, " he said. "I'm great. Just taking care of something, then I'll be home. Sound good."
I barely stifled a moan as Bob switched his hand movement, palming the underside of my cockhead in a circular motion.
"Yeah, 20 minutes or so should fine. Love you, too."
He hung up, and started working my cock in earnest.
"Oh God, Oh Bob, Oh Jesus" I told him, staring into his eyes. What a fucken turn on, this guy steadily masturbating me and talking on the phone to his wife at the same time. I was totally naked, and he was totally dressed, talking to his wife, stroking my throbbing cock.
My eyes burned with lust as I looked into Bob's, and Bob stared right back at me. Then all of a sudden, he stopped and only stared, hand resting at the base of my cock.
What the fuck? I thought.
Well? Bob said.
Well? I replied, practically shrieking, wanting him to finish me, so close, almost there, turned on. What the fuck was he stopping for? He told his wife he had 20 minutes.... He would have to go soon, and I absolutely did not want to be left like this, nor did I want to finish myself. I had not come all this way to jerk myself off.
If you want it, show me. Beg for it. Bob said, matter-of-factly.
I could hardly think.
Please, paahl-eeeze, I began. His hand moved slightly.
Oh God, Bob, take me, stroke me, I'm yours, I begged. Bob's hand encircled my cock.
Oh Bob, you man, you studly man, oh I want you, finish me, you man, you. Bob's hand squeezed and slid upward. My hips trembled. I continued not knowing what I was saying.
Oh God, Bob, Oh Bob, you are driving me crazy, oh you are such a man, oh you stud, stroke me, take me, take me, oh oh!
Bob was smiling and his hand was in full motion.
Oh Bob, I cooed and caressed my nipples. Oooooh Bob, Bob, Bob!
The delightful lust fog swirled around me and my whole body became my cock in Bob's hand.
Oh Bob, oh Bob, oh Baaaaaaawwwwwb! I squealed with pleasure like a girl and arched my back and pinched my nipples.
Bob's hand firmly pumped, and without warning, my hips thrust and shook uncontrollably. Bob's hand was like steel and met my thrusts firmly while steadily pumping my cock. His other hand reached up, caressed and squeezed my breast, then pinched my nipple, as though I were a woman.
The dam burst.
Gaaaahhhhh, I shouted, lunging forward and flailing my hands and yelling with pleasure.
My cock squirted thick, warm cum, and Bob milked me dry.
I shuddered with delight and fell back onto the towel, in heaven.
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