Holiday heat 3
Holiday heat chapter 3
I didn't get back to the gym until the Tuesday after New Year's Day. School started bright and early Monday morning and nobody was in the mood to give up the holidays and face a long winter term. Tuesday was little better. I pulled into to parking lot about 4pm, ready for a quick workout and a relaxing steam. As soon as I parked, a car slid up next to me and the driver rolled down his window. It was Dan, with a charming grin and merriment in his eyes. "How's it goin', coach?" he asked. "Busy right now?" I gulped and smiled back. "I was going to hit the steam, but.... " I trailed off as he wriggled his eyebrows at me. Then he licked his lips. "I have the house to myself," he smirked. "Wanna?" My cock stirred in my pants and I caught my breath. Tuesday nights my wife was at her knitting group. They usually met from 5 to 9 or sometimes later. I often was on my own to run errands, hit the gym, eat out, or just enjoy some alone time at home watching TV. I was a free man for a at least three or four hours. "Yeh," I croaked. I cleared my throat. "Sure! What do you have in mind?" "Follow me," he said and drove off. I restarted my car and hurried to catch up with him as he left the parking lot and sped away. I kept up as best I could but he was a man on a mission and I raced behind, running a few yellow traffic lights, hoping the local cops weren't being too observant. He crossed the river and made a sharp right along the shore, then pulled into a wide driveway in a beautiful ranch style home on the riverbank. The garage door opened as he pulled in and he flagged me to follow him, parking alongside. He got out and the door closed behind us. As I stepped out of my car, he explained, "Nosy neighbors. They'd tell my folks I had visitors. Need to be discreet, ya know?" Then he loped into the house, signaling me to follow. My boner was almost painful. We kicked off our shoes and went straight through the house, through a well-equipped kitchen, a formal dining room and a massive living room overlooking the river, which slid by cold and uninviting. At the end of the hall was a short staircase leading to the second floor. We turned left and were at the end of the house. Dan's room. The bed unmade, the smell of him permeating everything. He turned and smiled. "I've wanted to bring you here forever," he said. "Even when I was in high school I used to jerk off so many nights thinking about you being here with me in my room." He blushed and gave a short laugh. I was stunned. I never had any idea that Dan ever had any interest in me -- or any man. I let out the breath I had been holding and groaned. "Oh, Dan. I never knew, never had any idea, never considered the possibility... " I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He stepped toward me and wrapped his strong sinewy arms around me. I slumped into him, shaking from the intensity of what I now knew, what the possibilities were then and now. Then he kissed me. Not a quick kiss, but a rather a long probing sensuous kiss unlike anything I had ever known. It was a chemical reaction. We could taste our lust, our need, our desire. I felt his rigid cock on my leg. And I was as hard as I had ever been. We slowly explored, touching, kissing, humping as we took off our clothes one piece at a time, like unwrapping a gift. Actually, it was unwrapping gifts for both of us. At last we were naked before each other, gently touching, holding, caressing, teasing, probing. He took my hand and led me to the bed, pulling me to him facing each other on our sides and we ground against each other. Wrapping his powerful long legs around mine he grabbed my bum and pulled my hardness into his. We kissed more and entwined ourselves for a while before I pulled away and simply looked at him. "What," he asked, a quizzical look in his eyes. "Something wrong?" "Oh, no, nothing is wrong, Dan. Nothing," I whispered as I gently touched his square jaw and ran my finger over his lips. "You're beautiful. Simply beautiful." I ran my fingers down his chin to his neck, stopping to explore his prominent Adam's apple, before running my fingers through the curly fur of his chest. I was breathless. So was he. I rubbed his hard left nipple. He drew in a quick breath and groaned, thrusting his boner into my leg. "Oh, coach," he whimpered. "You have no idea..." I rubbed his nipple with the palm of my hand in a circular motion as he humped my leg, his cock drooling sweet goo. I trailed down his smooth abs, quickly circled his belly button, causing him to flinch and giggle, then I found his bush. I slowly ran my fingers in his pubes, never touching his twitching cock, before swirling under his scrotum and holding both balls in the palm of my hand. The heat was intense and the pheromones pouring from his crotch were intoxicating. I lowered my face and took a deep breath, my head swirling with the heady mixture of sweat, funk and pheromones wafting. I could feel the heat from his cock as I buried my nose between his left thigh and his sack. I inhaled another deep draft then let the tip of my tongue to touch that sensitive spot where his sack became his inner thigh. Oh my God. How can words describe the mind-blowing fragrance of a young man in heat? I licked and chewed and munched on his sack, being careful not to cause pain but ensuring I captured every single molecule of his essence. He writhed on the bed as I turned him onto his back and explored his entire crotch, being careful not to touch his pulsing cock except to move it with my face as I moved from side to side. "Coach, you're killing me," he whimpered as my tongue moved under his sack toward his fragrant hot taint. He shifted his hips up and I slid my hands under his buns to allow more access to my mouth. He was clean but his funk was dazzling. I could eat him all day. I felt him shift again and realized he had grabbed his uncut cock and was slowly jerking. I sat up removed his hand and looked him in the eye. "That's mine, Hands off," I said. I grabbed his torrid cock and pulled it straight up from his sweaty torso. I scrutinized it for a moment. Watched as it twitched in my hand, burping out a glob of pure liquid which stayed on the tip. I pulled his foreskin up slowly, spreading the goo, then slowly pulled his skin back until it was tight. His cock jumped again and other blob burped out. This time I lowered my lips and engulfed his cock head, swirling my tongue around and under. He groaned and held my head, not forcing me but holding me steady as I began to suck him. I managed to get more than half of this seven and half inches into my mouth before I felt like gagging. I wanted more but didn't want to take a chance of getting sick and spoiling everything. I wrapped my hand around his cock as guide and held his balls in my other hand as I picked up the pace. I could feel his legs tightening and his sack became firm, as did his rod. Suddenly he pulled my head off and he whispered,"Not yet. Not yet." He spun around and swallowed my seeping cock all the way to my pubes. I cried out, momentarily paralyzed by the sensations as he began to fully impale his mouth and throat on my impossibly hard six and half inches. It felt so good. I went back down on him and we traded oral love for a long, long time, edging each other until we were almost there then, sensing the other was about to fire off, we'd pause and simply touch each other until we calmed down enough to resume. We had probably been there for almost an hour when we both reached the point of no return. Without any spoken agreement, we both kept going until we shot huge loads into each other's mouth. Breathless, we collapsed on the bed, our faces in each other's crotches. I hadn't been that satisfied in ages. He turned around and pulled me into an embrace, cradling me in his strong arms. "Oh coach, it was even better than I ever dreamed it could be," he said solemnly. I could smell my cum on his breath. I kissed him gently, probing his mouth as he probed mine, searching for our cum, completing our joining. We drifted off to sleep and it was dark when we both woke with a start. It was almost 7. His stomach growled with hunger and he laughed quickly. "Let's clean up and get something to eat," he said, jumping off the bed and striding into the ensuite bathroom with a walk-in shower. I followed, watching as he let loose a steady stream of piss into the toilet. I sidled up and pissed next to him, our streams blending and splashing. He shook off before me and adjusted the shower, then turned and took my hand, drawing me into the cascade. We held each other as the warmth surrounded us from the ceiling shower, gently touching and kissing. Then he grabbed a bottle of body wash and gently washed my entire body, paying special attention to my crotch and ass. I rinsed and returned the favor, watching in fascination as his beautiful cock got harder and harder. I couldn't help it. I bent over and sucked him in. My hand reached under his ass and I found myself fingering his crack and hole. He reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart to allow access and pushed his bottom into my hand. He groaned and writhed as I sucked and fingered him. Then I probed further and felt the hard knot of his prostate. He pushed down, wanting more, then rose up on his toes as his cock expanded in my mouth. I felt his gland swell and harden under my finger, then spasm as he unleashed a massive load into my mouth. I had to pull back, there was so much semen that it ran out of my mouth onto the shower floor. My own cock was so hard it hurt. I quickly spun him around, bent him over and simply rammed it up his chute, spewing my second load of the evening almost instantly. He pushed back onto me even as his own cock continued to jerk and twitch. "Holy fuck," I gasped. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I hope I didn't hurt..." He grabbed my face and plunged his tongue into my mouth, sucking my breath from my lungs as he squeezed me tight. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever done," he said, breaking the kiss. "You can have me any time you want. Just like that. Any. Time." The water suddenly got cold and we jumped to get out to the stream. He laughed. "I'm hungry," he stated. We dried and waked nude down to the kitchen to make sandwiches and drink beer. We chatted as friends, talking about what we had just done, but also about what could be. I left, exhausted, about 8:30 and headed home. Thoughts swirled around my head. But I had a smile a mile wide.
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