My life has been pretty normal all things considered. I've always done what I was told. Conformist, some might say, but I prefer the old doctrine, "always chose the path of least resistance".
Over my relatively short life, I've enjoyed a few indiscretions. In fact, I'm smiling right now, just thinking about some of the things I've done. Over the years, I've been told that I was good looking and as most of us know, the better you look, the easier things are for you. That's not a rule, just an observation.
Here and there I've had a few guys come on to me. Ironically, most of that happened during my years in the military. Don't ask, don't tell. So, I won't deny that on occasion, things sometimes happened. Most advances I turned down, because that really wasn't my scene at the time. But there were a select few that I felt somewhat compelled to "be with", in the biblical sense, if you know what I mean. I did a lot of growing up in the military. Most of the knowledge that I gained was through experience rather than through the expertise of my military superiors. Those guys taught me how to kiss ass and how to shoot a rifle, but nothing more.
I made some great friends and had some hot sex. One thing I'd never expected was how good sex could be with someone of my own sex.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like those things happened often, but in my case I have stories to tell of male bonding that got way out of control. And there's no way I would trade those experiences for anything. Guys often talk about their experiences in college, well clearly they've never been with a young man who's straight off the farm and never been with anyone else.
But, alas, I knew that the military life was not for me, just no future in it.
After leaving the military I obtained the perfect education and got the perfect job. My life was finally on the track that I'd always wanted.
My new job was very demanding. It required me to go on a few business trips.
The week in New Orleans went pretty quickly, considering the fact that I'd missed most of the convention sessions due to my late nights on Bourbon Street.
I did a lot of things that I would normally not have done. Over that week, I danced and drank heavily. I even had sex with a male co-worker who was married. At least at that time he was a coworker. But the old rule of travel that whatever happens on the road, stays in on road was strictly enforced.
Anyway, my behavior in New Orleans was way out of character for me. I was like a wild young teen, overindulging and partying like it was my last week on Earth. The year before, I was pretty much sedate, attending every session of the conference and behaving like I had some sense of decorum. But this year I wasn't going to spend a week in New Orleans without having a little fun.
I thought, maybe I should get a new tattoo. That might be cool. Or maybe get pierced. Last night, I'd seen a muscle guy in a bar with no a shirt on, who had his left nipple pierced. What the fuck, I thought. I was drunk as hell and right then it seemed like the coolest thing that I've ever seen. After chatting the guy up a bit about his piercing I'd made my decision.
Next morning and last day full day, in New Orleans. I'd already decided that I would not be attending any sessions at the convention center. My next appearance with my colleagues would be on the plane ride home.
I headed towards the French Quarter with all the fortitude that I needed. My shades and my credit card. Walking down Decatur Street, I noticed a shop called "Rings of Desire" and thus my piercing fate was sealed. In and out, left nipple pierced. It cost me about $60. No big deal, but it was painful as hell.
Afterward, just walking made it hurt. But to my surprise, the erratic and sometimes excruciating pain kind made my cock semi-erect. It got me thinking about the sex stories that I'd read concerning pain and pleasure.
Every time the wind blew my t-shirt against it, it hurt like hell, but as the pain faded, the sensation was very cool. The pain never completely went away, but at the height of the pain, I was somehow getting off. Eventually, I got used to it, or was it the drinks that I had later that caused me not to think about it? Whatever..., I was totally proud of myself.
In my sweat soaked pain daze I walk into a record store. Ah yes... air- conditioning. I decide to look around.
"Beautiful Thing", a movie that I'd rented recently came to mind. I'd loved the music in that movie. It was all 60's music, The Mamas and The Papas.
After a brief search, I located the soundtrack for the movie. Just as I reach for it I saw another hand going for the same CD.
"Sorry! Were you ...".
"No, you go ahead, you were here first.", I said.
"Thanks." He said with a bright smile.
As he check out the CD, the only copy on the shelf, I checked him out.
Tall, about my height and very good looking. Dark hair, bright green eyes and little tufts of hair showing over the top of his t-shirt. Very handsome by anyone's standards. Very masculine, nice round ass too. I couldn't help noticing that about him. I found myself checking out his body surreptitiously as I pretended to look through the rest of the selections on the shelf. I was trying not to be too obvious, but I'm sure that he noticed my interest in his physical attributes.
As if reading my mind, he offered the CD to me and asked, "Did you want to buy this one, it's really good?"
"Is it? I've seen the movie and thought the soundtrack was really good.", I said.
He handed me the CD and we chatted there as I looked over the songs.
"You want to go get a drink?" he said.
"Yeah, I don't have anything else planned for the day.", I told him.
After introductions, I found out his name was Dan. So, I paid for my CD and off we went. As we walked and talked, I found out that he was in New Orleans with friends who were attending the same conference as me. Turns out that he's just along for the ride and not attending the conference in any way.
As we approach Bourbon Street from the far end, near Esplanade, he indicated a place that we could sit and have drink. It was open and looked very cool so I thought, what the hell.
A few drinks later I found out that he's on sort of a holiday. He's just called it quits with his ex-girlfriend and just wanted to get away.
I excused myself and went to the restroom. After taking care of business and grooming myself in the mirror, I was on my way out, when Dan walked in and right up to me staring directly into my eyes he kissed me full on the lips. As much as I thought that this was inappropriate, my hands went right around his waist. He caressed the back of my neck and stuck his tongue into my mouth. Alright, so I'm buzzed and I figure, this is New Orleans, why fight it!
I totally hadn't got the fact that this is a gay bar. All I knew at that moment was that I wanted to kiss him too. Man, he was hot! His big strong body, hot breath, great ass. It occurred to me that men hold your body to theirs a lot stronger than women do, and its not because of strength, it's the lust they feel.
I felt it too and I pulled him to me like I thought some tidal wave was going to sweep him away. He did the same to me. I'd had dreams like this, where some really hot guy finally kissed me, or I'd gotten up the nerve to kiss him. I usually wake up at that point feeling a little depressed. This was no dream though, it was real. I knew this because none of my dreams involved the guy reaching down and groping my dick through my shorts. This was for real alright. He was very suave and seemed to know what he wanted. I was very awkward and just stumbled away afterward as smiled at me.
When I returned to my seat at the bar, I asked, "What's the deal here?".
He proceeded to tell me about all the hints and clues that I'd laid down since we'd met.
"Come on, you can't tell me that you weren't checking me out in the record store!" He said.
I was a little angry about his presumptions, but I had to admit he was right. I wasn't giving in that easily though.
"Oh, so I was putting out signals was I?" I asked indignantly.
"No, not obvious signals and since you haven't even so much as looked at any other person since you've been with me, I thought I'd take a chance." Dan said.
I softened at his response, then I smiled.
"All part of my plan to seduce you." I bluffed, not feeling really sure of myself.
"Well, you're doing a very good job. I wasn't at all sure about you until we kissed. I was ready to let things be and move along."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't have made the first move, I'm not at all sure that I would have made a move at all. You caught me totally off guard." I told him.
"Oh, do you often guard against just such things?" Dan asked.
"Well, yes, most times, don't you? I mean as good as you look, you must have a hard time fighting off women and some men too I'd bet."
He didn't answer. We just continued to talked about ourselves, getting to know each other and later decided to go to my hotel room. He and his friends were staying in adjoining rooms in their hotel, so my place seemed the best idea. I had a suite in the most opulent hotel in town, the Windsor Court Hotel. I think that my suite was supposed to go to a more senior member of the staff, because I'd seen their rooms and that's just what they were, rooms. I never let anyone on the staff know about my suite.
I had a huge bedroom, a living room, a kitchenette and a bathroom with one of those little toilets that spray water up onto your ass. I was living in luxury.
Its not that I have no class, but this room was fit for a king or some other dignitary. So I was glad that I'd done so well.
I invited him in and as soon as the door was closed we fell into each other's arms and kissed. We wasted no time getting out of our clothes. It was like a porno film in progress. No words, no hang ups. We both knew that time was precious.
Our naked bodies entwined as we kissed. His incredibly muscled torso, that hadn't been obvious to me through his loose fitting t-shirt, was so beautiful to me. I felt a little ashamed that I'd not been to the gym in over a week. I'm no slouch, but, Dan's body is what one speaks of when one thinks of male models. Very taut stomach muscles and a huge, wide muscled back. He looks so good that I could weep at his beauty.
Both our clothes laying in a heap on the floor, I led Dan to the bedroom.
"Wow, this is very nice suite. I'm staying in cruddy little place in the Quarter." Dan mentioned.
"Yes, it is. I don't usually live this high on the hog. I just got lucky, my company is paying for it. I think someone else was supposed to get this room, but I won't tell if you won't!" I told him.
Underwear still at our ankles, he forced me back onto the huge bed.
"Look man, two things! I have to go early in the morning and the second thing is that you will not fuck me!" I told him.
"You're leaving tomorrow?" Dan asked.
"Yea, I have to go back to Cleveland first thing in the AM." I told him.
"Tomorrow though? I was hoping we could spend a little more time together."
"Yes! Tomorrow, I'm on a plane and back home."
Dan seemed a little distracted at this point. No clue what he was thinking. That was the problem with Dan. He seemed to always know what I was thinking, but I could never tell what he was really thinking.
He started licking my nipple, then the other one, the one that isn't pierced. I held his head as pleasured me and pulled him closer to me. Then we crawled upon the bed proper. "What made you do that?" He asked.
"It was a spur of the moment thing. I was walking down Decatur Street yesterday and saw the sign, so I went in. I wasn't sure what I would do, but I knew I had to do something." I told him.
"You are dangerous aren't you?" He asked.
"No, just impulsive, I think." I said.
"I could tell that about you right away!" Dan told me.
"Oh yea, what else could you tell about me right away?" I asked.
Dan just smiled and went to work on me.
He embraced me, in that way that can only be described as "I love you, let's fuck!" without the words being said.
We wrestled around on the bed for a while, playfully, until I pinned him down. I suspected he gave up a little too easily.
"Well, now that I have you pinned, I can do anything that I want to you." I said looking down at his beautiful face.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked.
"Well, I could make you say 'Uncle', but I think I want a little more from you." I told him.
"Yea, what is that?" He smiled at me.
I leaned down kissed him on the mouth. "I want all of you!" I whispered to him.
Then I jumped up and grabbed a condom from my bag in the closet.
As I approached the bed, Dan was just laying there looking very sexy. I couldn't take my eyes off his massive hairy chest. I looked into his eyes and said, "I'm going to fuck your ass!"
"Yes, I know. You'll take it easy though, right?" He said.
"Sure I will. Have you ever been fucked before?" I asked him.
He never answered that question. "Do you have any lube?" He asked me.
"There's lotion on the nightstand." I told him.
Dan lubed himself up as I crawled on top of him.
Dan's hole was very tight and he moaned a lot as I slid myself into him. His hole was very tight and warm. As I slowly slid myself into his body, I could see his erection growing stronger. It seemed to me that he'd done this before. I found out later that I was his first. He took my big cock like a champ.
As I thrust and thrust myself into him again and again I couldn't believe how hot and tight his hole was. His big muscular body and hairy chest beneath me only served to engorge my already raging hard-on and provoked a feeling of power that I'd never felt before. I stared into his eyes as I fucked him. He tried to look me in the eye as well, but every time I slid into him as deep as I could, he'd close his eyes tightly. I could tell that I was hurting him, so I eased up. I loved the look on his face as I made love to him. My hands gripped his upper body and licked and tasted his neck while I slid back and forth in his hole. At first his legs were upon my shoulders, then he eased them down around my lower back.
A man this big and strong beneath me!? I could hardly believe it. As I caressed his face and head, my sweat pouring off me onto him, mixing with his own, I felt so close to him. We tasted each other's tongues as I made love to this man, this guy, now my Dan. This guy that I'd just met hours ago, but felt so close to. Later, I would realize that, that was the exact moment that I fell in love with him. He held me very tightly and moaned that he'd wanted me all of his life.
When I finally came inside him, inside the condom, I'd lost myself to his passion. Dan's own passion had driven him and me over the edge too. I could feel his huge, hard cock spurting between our bellies as I thrust myself into him. His asshole contracting with every spurt of his cum. His hole gripping my prick as if he would take it with him, into him, turning my orgasm into a celebration of bliss.
I was so fucking turned on at the fact that he came at the same time as I did, that I yelled out, "I love you!" as his legs enveloped me and his arms almost strangled my neck. There was genuine love and trust happening here. I knew it as surely as anything I've ever known in my life. I was in love with Dan.
We made love several more times that night, each time almost as intense as the time before.
After about three rings I picked up the phone, "This is you're wake up call!" I heard from the voice on the phone.
Dan and I showed together, washing each other gently and really exploring each Other. In the bright light of the huge shower, I could see how beautiful he really was, I was in awe. Drying each other off, we paid special attention to each other's erections. I am usually a little ashamed of myself when I sleep with guys. The next day I tend wallow in a bit of self loathing and regret, but not with Dan. I was really glad that he was here and wanted him even more.
I ordered room service and while he ate I finished packing my things.
"So, you have to go today right?" Dan asks.
"Yes, for the third time, I'm sorry, but the company won't pay for another night at the best hotel in New Orleans and I have to be at work on Monday.
That came out a little harsher than I really meant. I immediately wanted to take the words back and be a little kinder.
Dan looked so fucking sad as I sat down across from him. He hadn't eaten anything from the breakfast cart and I didn't feel much like eating either. I felt just as sad a he did after looking at his face.
For the first time I knew exactly what he was thinking. But, I wondered why such a handsome guy would be so bothered by a casual sex encounter. Then I got. It wasn't just a casual thing for either of us. I wished I could make him smile at that moment.
We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses.
"Dude, we'll talk!" I told him.
"Yea, but when will I see you again?" Dan asked.
"Man, I feel the same way, but I don't know, I don't even know if this conference will be held here again next year. Even if it is, you live in Los Angeles and I live way on the other side of the country."
Dan gave a sad little smile at that and got up and hugged me.
"Call me as soon as you get home, okay?" He said.
Ironically, a very touching song was playing on the radio at the time. Some song called "Truly Madly Deeply". It brought me right down. I almost had tears in my eyes as I looked at Dan.
"I will, I promise." I said. I really meant it when I said it.
Dan hugged me close and sighed out loud as squeezed my back with his strong arms.
Dan walked out and my heart sank. But I had a plane to catch, so off I went.
I did call Dan a day or two later after I was home. I had to wait until my roommate wasn't around. Dan and I had a great conversation. We talked about lots of stuff, things that were going on in our lives etc.
To my surprise, Dan mailed a package to me. It was the CD with the song that we'd heard on the radio that morning. "Truly Madly Deeply" and another song he'd pointed out. A song called "Santa Monica". He insisted that that song was simply about the beauty of southern California. I knew better.
We started an almost daily email correspondence. He kept urging me to take a week's vacation and come out to Los Angeles for a visit. Even though I explained that I could never get away with it, he insisted that I could.
Eventually, I did. I booked myself on a flight to LA for a week.
Dan greeted me with a great big hug and a crazy smile as I entered the terminal from the jet way. "Welcome to LA!" he said.
We drove to his place in Malibu with the top down on his Jeep Wrangler. I commented on the fact that I had a Wrangler at home, but only had the top down in summer. He laughed and said, "I'm so glad that you're here."
His place was magnificent. Huge house, right on the beach. I'd already known that he was a lawyer. Entertainment law he'd told me, but I'd never expected anything like this. This place was fantastic! I could only dream of such a place. Later, I learned that his parents were rich and his dad was the senior partner at the law firm where they both worked.
After I got settled into the guest room, Dan made me feel right at home. We bellied up to the wet bar in his living room and had a drink. We talked and hugged and said how much we missed each other. After a few drinks Dan went into his whole history. Looking at him, both our histories faded away as he talked. I could only focus on the fact that he was the most handsome man that I've ever been this close to.
My whole life, I'd tried to deny my feelings for men. A guy like Dan was a concept that I'd never even considered. I'd never envisioned myself with a guy like him or any other guy for that matter. He was certainly unlike my concept of gay men. If fact, just looking at him, I would never believe that was. He showed no outward signs of my preconceived notions of what a gay man was. Don't get me wrong, I've been in the Marine Corps and sometimes you can just never tell who has secrets. But since I'd been out of the Marines, I've come across quite a few fairies and openly gay men. But that's never been my style. I am very deeply in the closet and probably will always feel that way. Hell it took me a long time to come to grips with the way I felt about Dan. I kept telling myself that we were just friends who had a little secret.
Looking at this handsome man I was thinking, what the hell am I doing here? This guy, with his intrinsic good looks and massive amounts of money. What could he possibly see in me?
He told me all about his ex-girlfriend. How she had cheated on him with a good friend of his and how he never really liked her anyway. That their parents had thrown them together, etc.
Looking at Dan now, he seemed so much more comfortable and even better looking in his own environment. I love the way he looks. At that moment, I noticed the fact that he has the thickest eyebrows that I've ever seen. He's Irish I thought. But not necessarily. In fact, I don't care one whit what is heritage is. I love him, but I can't let him know that. Not yet!
Deep set eyes and an ever present smile. Slight dimples and a most amiable face. He seems to smile even when he doesn't intend to. I'd noticed that from the first moment I'd seen him.
As if by telepathy or more likely, just coincidence, he came from around the bar and hugged me close to him.
As we parted he stared into my eyes. "Whoa, what's all this?" I asked.
"I'm just so glad that you came! I didn't really think you would." Dan said.
"Yea, well, I did, so back up..." I said with a great big smile.
Dan laughed and said "Sorry, I just don't really believe you're here."
"Believe it dude!"
Just then the phone rang. Dan answered and was very short with whomever it was. Just a quick "okay" and he was done.
"There're some friends coming over in a few. They're cool. Hope you don't mind. They won't be here long." He told me.
"No, no, I don't mind at all." I said.
Sally and Rick blew into the house in blur. They we so much what I'd expected of people from LA. This being my first time here, I'd only had impressions from television, books and the like, but they fit the mold exactly. Very superficial and speaking in very short and clich sentences.
They were, oh so happy to meet me, but very cautious. Rick and Dan went off to the kitchen to speak privately, while Sally and I got better acquainted. She seemed to warm up to me while we sat there.
"Well, you're a very handsome man, from where do you hail?" Sally asked.
"From where do I hail? Well, I hail from the Midwest. Cleveland, Ohio, exactly." I told her.
"Well, I've always said that the best beef is from the Midwest!" She giggled.
"Yes, I've always felt that my beef was well bred." I told her.
Sally roared with laughter. "I like you, you're very clever."
"Well, I like you too. I don't know many people who can appreciate a good piece of beef." She told me.
I meant it sarcastically, but Sally just thought it was the funniest thing she's heard in a long time. She moved closer to me.
"Be a dear and get me a vodka martini, would you?" Sally asked.
"I'd be happy to." I replied.
After I'd fixed up Sally's drink, Dan and Rick emerged from the kitchen. Dan pulled me aside and dragged me into the kitchen.
"Excuse me please..." I said as I was towed into the kitchen by Dan.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked you if you minded meeting my friends before I just sprang them on you like that. Here's a little treat for all of your patients."
"Dude, relax, I don't mind, besides, they seem okay."
We both snorted up a couple of very fat lines of coke.
As my head started to spin Dan leaned into me and gave me a big kiss. So I pulled him into me and made sure that he knew that I was on his side. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and grabbed his perfectly round buns. I held the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to me. Our tongues danced over each others' like we were long time lovers.
"Craig...?", Sally called.
"You'd better watch out for Sally, she's bit of a nymphomaniac, but relatively harmless." Dan said quietly.
"So, they don't know about any of this?" I ask, meaning him and I, together.
"No, not at all, in fact I wasn't sure about it myself until I met you!." Dan said with a wink and smile. I smiled back.
"Yes Sally, coming...", I said.
"Dan, its very rude to leave your guests unattended. Craig, can you come show me how to fix this drink you make? Its very dirty, it's the dirtiest Martini I've ever had." Sally said from behind the bar.
"I'm sorry, did you like it?" I asked.
"I adored it dear, now get over here and let's mix a few more." She begged.
Rick is now very sociable, he seems lot more at ease with my presence.
After throwing back a few cocktails, we all sit back a chat easily.
Sally decides that we all need to go somewhere else. So we all went out and partied until the wee hours of the morning. Sally stuck close to me and Dan all night, while Rick disappeared into the crowd. Finally, Dan was able to tear me away from Sally so he and I could head back to Malibu.
Along the way back I said "You sure have a lot of friends."
"None of those people are friends, just people that I know. You're my only friend." Dan said as he smiled at me with his hair blowing in the wind.
I was silently grateful that his sports car had only two seats. Sally had tried to opt for a ride back, but there was no room. I just stared at Dan's handsome features as he drove us up the coast. He kept glancing over and smiling at me as he casually caressed my thigh.
Back at Dan's house, he asked me, "So, did you have a good time tonight?"
"Yea, it was great! First night in LA and I'm having a blast!"
"Good, I'm glad you like it, but the night's not over yet."
Dan led me to his bedroom where he began to undress me. My shirt was the first thing to go. Dan kneaded my shoulders while kissing my neck and chest, which made me incredibly hot. I loved the feel of his hands on me. I stared into his eyes as he removed the rest of my clothing. I can't help thinking, what a beautiful man Dan is. He looks even better once he's naked. For a moment we just stood there nude, staring into each other eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked him.
"About how glad I am that you came and how much I want to make love to you right now!" He said.
With that said, Dan embraced me and kissed me long and hard. Our hands roamed over each other's naked bodies, touching, caressing, feeling. Both our cocks hard as steel and pressed between our bodies. We lay down on the cool sheets of his king sized bed.
"Guess I won't be sleeping in the guest bed tonight eh?" I said with a slight smile.
"Nor any other night while you're here, not if I have anything to say about it!"
We kiss, we fondle, we lick each other and taste each other's cocks. There's no hurry. Dan is slow and very, very passionate.
"I want to be inside you." Dan whispers into my ear.
"I don't know, I've never done that before."
"Its okay, I'll be as gentle with you as you were with me on my first time."
I was shocked. "That was the first time you'd ever..?"
"Surprised? Me too. Until you, I'd only ever had girlfriends but I'd had thoughts about it. But yes, you were my first."
That was all that was said. I gave myself to Dan, willingly. He was very gentle and took his time.
As he lay atop of me pulling my legs up to his hips I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. I was very excited, but also a little worried. Dan reached into the nightstand for some lube and a condom. He lubed up my ass and then his cock.
He placed his big, hard cock at my virgin entrance. I put my hand down on his and guided him to my hole. I relaxed myself under this big strong man. As he pushed forward with his hard cock, he pressed his lips to mine. My asshole was a lot more receptive than I thought it would be. After few tries and quite a bit of pain, the head of his cock slid in.
I wanted him inside me, but I wasn't sure if I could take it. I only had the head in and it was huge. As he shoved more of himself into me, I thought that I wouldn't be able to take anymore, but he pushed forward and I just let him in. It felt like someone was shoving a very hot, very large tree trunk up my ass. It seemed unbearable. But just then, I felt my hole give way and Dan's enormous rod just began to slide into me. I finally exhaled and knew at that point that I had no control over what was about to happen to me. My body had opened itself to him. I knew he felt it too because he put his hand behind my neck and kissed me hard, and slid himself as far into me as possible. My virginity was gone, non-existent.
Dan lay on top of me, very still for a while and I my wrapped legs around his waist and relaxed into him. I felt stuffed. I had to control my breathing. At that moment I realized that he must have felt this way too, when I was fucking him, but he never let me know it. I felt full, full of Dan and that made me smile. His cock felt huge inside me. I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me for a moment, then it passed. I just held onto his broad shoulders and tried to breath normally.
"Are you alright?" Dan asked.
With him lodged deep inside me, I was alright. I said, "Yea, I love you!" He hugged my body tightly and I hugged him right back. I wanted him badly.
"I love you too." he said.
We kissed for a while and then started to pull his big dick out of me. I felt so fucking hot at that moment. When he shoved it back in I let out a loud sigh. He shoved his dick into me with such force that I could only relax myself and take it. He was in charge now and I quickly learned not to tighten up as pulled out. As he pushed and pulled his huge cock in and out of me, he was staring into my eyes. He looked ravenous. The look in his eyes made me so fucking hot that I realized my own dick started to grow.
My asshole was on fire as he thrust in and out of me. But I also had a deeper sensation. His massive cock was driving me wild. As he drove that monster dick into my body, I was getting such pleasure, I can only describe it as ecstasy.
Dan fucked me like there was no tomorrow. His fat cock stuffing my asshole. I thought I was in heaven. I just held on to his big masculine body.
His sweat and the smell of him driving me crazy. His thrust and his contracting muscles flying over my submissive body gave me chills. All at once my body contracted, I felt my asshole clamp down on his steel hard cock. I had no idea that I was about to cum until my dick started to jump on my belly. I was cumming hard and I had no control over it. His dick slammed into me and I was shooting all over us both. Just then I felt his dick grow harder and he shoved it deep into me and humped his hips wildly. I knew he was cumming too. My dick jumped and spurted as I grabbed his ass, trying to pull him further into me. It was almost like the first orgasm I'd ever had. I couldn't stop and I hoped that he wouldn't either.
As his cock pulsed and jerked inside me, I knew that I would never be same again. My arms grabbed and groped at him. I felt like I couldn't get him close enough to me. As I pulled at him, he gripped me and thrust a few more times into me.
His fat cock was still throbbing in me as the sweat poured off his brow and his body spasmed and shook in my arms. I never knew it felt this good. Maybe it never would again, but right now I knew only one thing. Dan is the only man who will ever do this to me.
Once we'd both calmed down. His dick, still way up inside me. He said, "Man your ass is tight, that felt great!" I was so fucking satisfied that all I could say was, "Yea!!" Dan hugged my body close to his and kissed me.
I slept late, really late. By the time I awoke Dan had already been up and out to get breakfast. As we ate, I felt a little uneasy and very conscious of the fact that I'd been fucked. This whole relationship had taken on a new dynamic. Dan maintained this crazy looking smile, which made me feel a little more at ease. I couldn't help smiling back at him.
"So what do you want to do today? I thought I'd take you around the city, you know a little sight seeing. That sound cool?" He asked.
"Yea, that sounds good to me." I told him.
Just then the phone rang, so I took this opportunity to grab a shower and get dressed. I felt a lot better afterwards. When I returned Dan's whole mood seemed to have changed.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"That was the ex on the phone, she called to inform me that she was on her way here to pick up the rest of her belongings."
"How long have you two been broken up? If you don't mind me asking."
"We broke up the week before I met you in New Orleans. When I got back, I told her that I wanted her to move out. Only she hasn't quite finished moving her things yet."
Dan went on to explain how he'd caught her with one of his closest friends and that she was manipulative and seditious. He said that she could be, quite possibly, the biggest snob he'd ever met.
Later, when she arrived, she let herself in. Obviously, she still has a key.
"Kate, this is Craig, he's visiting from back east." Dan said.
"Yes..." she said as she eyed me with some disdain and said, "Dan be sweetie and go open the back of my Suburban."
"Well, its nice to meet you." I said with as civility as I could muster.
Dan explained to her that he'd had all the rest of her stuff packed professionally and that it was all in the garage. I helped Dan load her stuff and she was off, but not before Dan retrieved his house and car keys from her.
The rest of the week went great. I had a blast going to all the places that I'd only ever heard of or seen on television, in LA.
He drove me down Hollywood Boulevard and then up Santa Monica Boulevard. I made him stop at the pier and we walked around for a while.
We laughed and talked as we or should I say I, saw all of the sights. He joked about taking me down to Muscle Beach on the Venice boardwalk. He told me all about the history of Venice California. How some guy had decided that this should be the Venice of the west. That they'd even dug out canals to make it look like the real Venice. Most were filled in now, but there is still a small community that has that old world charm and how the people who live there love it.
We even had dinner with Dan's parents. He lied and told them that we'd been college roommates for a little while when he was attending Ohio State. Well at least the part about him attending my school wasn't a lie, but we'd never been there at the same times. When he was there, I was in the Marine Corps and by the time I was there he was in law school. His parents were good people and so its true, the seed never falls far from the tree. I could see a lot of Dan in his father.
We took lunch with Dan's dad in Santa Monica one day. After we dined and were on our way back Dan said to me, in a very matter of fact way, that he'd told his dad the truth about us.
"What does that mean? The truth about us?" I asked in a very panicked and way out of character way. I'm usually very calm, but this had thrown me and I was very anxious to know exactly what they'd said to each other.
"Relax, my dad's very cool." He said very quietly. "So now your dad thinks I'm some sort of big fruity fag and ..."
"Listen, my dad thinks you're great. He really likes you and wants whatever is best for me. And besides, he feels a sort of kinship with you both having the same first name Craig" Dan told me.
It took me quite a while to settle down. I just sat there thinking about how betrayed I felt. But Dan grabbed my hand and said, " It's okay, don't worry, my dad is cool."
Later, I found out from Dan that his dad had a little liaison with a guy that he'd known before he got married to Dan's mom.
That made me feel a little better, I still wasn't quite comfortable with being outted like that. But I was relatively sure that no one, other that me and Dan and his dad, knew our little secret. Besides Dan's dad was glad he was done with that little gold digger girlfriend he'd had.
To look at either of us, no one would ever have guessed at our little secret relationship. Neither of us ever showing any public displays of affections, we just had a good time together. I liked most of his friends and I guessed that they all like me. Dan had a singular way of charming most people that he came into contact with. I liked that about him.
On the day before I was to go back, things sort of changed. Dan seemed in funk. Finally, he admitted that he didn't want me to go.
"I have to go, I have to get back to my life and work at home, such as it is." I told him.
"But that's just it, you could move out here and live with me."
"Oh, whoa, what a minute. I couldn't just pick up and leave. What about my job, what about my life?"
"That's the beauty of it, there's plenty of work out here for what you do and as for your life, well, couldn't it be better spent with me? I love you Craig and I'd do anything to get you to stay here, with me." Dan told me.
"I feel the same way, but I have a life back east. I'll tell you what, I'll think about it, okay?" I said.
"That's all I ask, my offer is wide open..." Dan told me as he hugged me.
"Okay." I said.
That night I woke up in the middle of the night to find Dan was out of bed, standing at the window in the moonlight. He had tears streaming down his face. My heart sank. I went to him.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm never going to see you again am I?"
"Of course you will, you know how I feel about you. I have more vacation time, I promise that I'll spend it all with you."
"Yea, sure, but what then? Things will fade, you'll move on. And eventually I'll have to move on."
That thought shook me down to my very foundation. The thought of him with someone else made me very angry.
"Okay, I'll do it, whatever it takes, we'll work this out." I told him.
I took him in my arms and held him. I wanted so much for him to feel better at that moment. I would do anything for this guy. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel bad.
I'd never seen him as a vulnerable human being until this moment. You can bet that if I can fix it, I will. I loved him with all of my heart now. Even that little bit of myself I'd kept in reserve. I've been hurt before. Until now I wasn't willing to give all of myself to one person. But seeing Dan is this state made me realize that there is nothing else. Who was I holding myself in reserve for if not him?
Dan looked at me and I looked at him. This was insane, but it was something we both wanted and needed. We slept the rest of the night in each other's arms.
The next day we came up a viable plan. I'd go back to work and give my two weeks notice.
I took a flight back home and followed through with the plan. I went to my dad's house and told him the whole story. Of course I left out the part about Dan and I being lovers, but I was as straight as I could be with him. Then I went to my mom's house and told her good bye as well. Time was growing short and Dan was anxious to get me back out to LA.
Finally after I'd finished most of my packing and moved a great deal of my furniture into my dad's basement and garage.
A few days later I was driving myself and most of my things westward. The rest of my stuff could be shipped later by my dad.
The trip across country was pretty uneventful. Although I did stop off in Utah to visit some friends, but that's another story.
As I drove up to Dan's place, he greeted me with arms wide open. I thought to myself, I'll never get tired of that smile.
We clicked immediately, things were perfect for long time. I got a job in no time at all and we made the perfect couple. We were extremely happy together.
For some reason Dan thought that I would do well in commercials, so he took me to get head shots. Photos of my face and he passed them around to most of his connections. Nothing ever came of that.
I got a job right away and Dan was not really happy with that. But I told him that I was not going to be sitting around his luxurious place all day doing nothing. He assured me that he had enough money for us both to just sit around and do whatever we wanted.
Dan spent a lot time buying things for me and taking me places. I felt like a kept man, but Dan was more than willing to assuage that feeling in me. We went everywhere together. We often took trips to London, Cancun and Toronto. He was a big sports fan so we got a of tickets to Lakers' games.
My favorite thing to do was go walking down the beach. He told me how this reminded him of F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Last Tycoon" I read the book later and wholly agreed with him. After that, I really cherished the moments we spent walking alone on the beach.
God, I was totally in love with this man. I constantly thought about the dichotomy of man to man love and how much society frowns upon it. But, looking at him, I can see that I've never felt a purer love or felt more at ease with one individual. Dan makes my heart go hippity-hop!
At dinner one night with his parents, his mom told me about a young lady who was single and wanted to go out with me. "She told me that she was quite taken with you at the party in Burbank. I told her you were single, I hope you don't mind." She said.
Dan and his dad looked at each other and then at me. I hadn't realized that Dan's dad hadn't divulged our little secret to his wife.
"Well ma'am, as flattered as I am by that, I have to say that I'm involved with someone at the moment." I told her.
"Oh no, I'm sure Wendy will be disappointed, but you must bring her round to dinner one night." Dan's mom said.
I looked at Dan and then at his father. "Listen mom, Craig's..."
Just then I felt Dan's father kick him under the table.
"Craig's not interested in going out with any of those elitist, snobby daughters of your friends." Dan corrected himself.
"You shouldn't be trying to fix him up any of them. Some of us have simple tastes." Craig said.
"Yes dear, stop interfering with people's lives, lord knows, you haven't been a successful match maker in the past." Dan's dad said.
"Well, I just thought..." Dan's mom stopped short and drank from her wine glass.
Later Dan told me that his dad had kept our little secret and that he also thought that his wife had big plans for me.
"What kind of plans?" I asked.
"Mom thinks that you are prime marriage material. You have a great head on your shoulders and you are single." Dan told me.
"I do have big plans, but they involve your crotch!" I said secretly to Dan.
Dan's dad and I enjoyed a great friendship after that evening. He taught me to play golf and I taught him everything I knew about on line trading. We were great friends. But sworn to secrecy about me and Dan's real relationship. His mom never found out.
Dan was my man. We loved each other!
Until the day our fate was interrupted. Dan had to fly out of the country on a business trip. The day he was due back, I came to pick him up at the airport.
When I got there, the arrival scheduled said "Delayed", then later it said "Cancelled". Dan's flight had crashed en route to LAX. I cried for weeks and weeks. I must have listened to the song "Fire and Rain" a million times while thinking how lonely and afraid Dan must have been. Something of me died along with Dan. I miss you Dan!
Dan's dad was more than generous with me. He gave me the Malibu house and took me on as his son.
I couldn't stand to live there without Dan. As I walked along the beach I'd often thought of leaping off one of the higher rock formations and ending it all.
After the funeral, Dan's dad kind of took me on as sort of his special project. I told him that we should rent out the beach house but his mom wanted to gut it and rebuild.
Dan's dad complied with my wishes and I moved into an apartment in West Hollywood.
With Dan's dad's help I have written this story and will probably continue to write many stories from now on. Dan's dad has many publisher friends.
I dedicate this story in memory of Dan.
You will remain in my heart forever after Dan...