The weather didn't help. Either with the inability to sleep or being able to feel the heat of our two bodies as we ambitiously shared a bed for the first time in three years. Boxer shorts had stayed on; matey, near naked bear hugs had been exchanged and good nights had been said. All perfectly okay. Nothing wrong with him staying over. Both single now but it was past midnight and why complicate things? He couldn't drive after that much wine. We were both adults. Me 31, him 26. We'd been catching up, exchanging stories of lost love and lust, work, play and sex. `Time to sleep' I muttered stupidly and rolled away from him onto my side. But the heat. The awareness of each others bodies. Mine short, broad chested, stocky. Fair Irish skin, shaved balding head and short beard. His tall and olive skinned, slim with just the beginnings of a small belly. Both bodies with a healthy number of tattoos, on arms, chests, backs, shoulders, legs. Both chests reasonably hairy, as well as noticeably heaving in the uncharacteristic warmth of a sticky August night in Manchester, northern England.
`Gonna have to take the boxers off-too warm', came the simple statement. That was it. As if an invisible psychological barrier had been broken as well as a real, cotton one. I breathed in, my heart almost hurting my chest as I did so. There was a russle as my boxer shorts came off too. I hooked them with my left foot and kicked them out of bed. Both naked now. Oh jeez. His face, chest, his legs, his warmth, his smell, his nakedness. All inches away from me. Just like old times.
For a second nothing happened. Then I roughly pushed myself backwards into him. His chest hair scrunched against my back. His skin was so warm. Nothing, nothing else', I stuttered, just shag me. I've got to..got to...' I felt his penis, hot and straining, gently pushing against my bare buttocks. Then slipping, gently, sliding in. So easy. Like a glove' he muttered with a smile in his voice. I reached backwards and grabbed his hips, pushing him deeper into me. No condom, no lubricant, just a long standing knowledge that his precum and our comfort with each other would be fine. That's..Just..fine' I breathed as he gently started to thrust. Slightly awkwardly he rolled onto his back and I turned myself round and sat up looking down at him, straddling him, his cock buried in me as deep as could be. I pawed at his skin, rubbing his belly, chest, shoulders and face. Enjoying the tattoos, the soft skin, the manly hair and the boyish grin whilst I did it. He roughly did the same to me, raking my tummy with his fingers, stroking my back, squeezing my arms and shoulders, pulling at my nipples and caressing my chest hair. This carried on for a few moments, just basking in each others nakedness whilst I rode him, squeezing my cheeks together to fully appreciate his cock being so fully connected to me.
The sweat beaded on both our chests in the curls of hair. I leant down and inhaled him, the smell of him, sweat and good aftershave on his chest. I pushed myself deeper into him, feeling his bare cock as deep inside me as it would go. This is what I'd been missing. The olive skin of his shoulders moved as he lifted himself up from the bed. I embraced him, the contrast between the fair skin of my arms and the darker tone of his smooth back suddenly noticeable. I held onto him for dear life, wrapping my legs tightly around his hips. I felt his hands slip down my back, which was slick with sweat now, as was his forehead, I'd noticed. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and I watched him above me, hips moving faster now as he just fucked and fucked, mouth slightly open, liquid brown eyes glaring into my blue ones with a look of glassy concentration. 'Fuckin' hell' he breathed huskily. His mouth opened wider and the look of concentration increased. I grabbed the warm skin of his hips, he gripped my arms and then pawed at my chest, all the time pushing his cock into me again and again. I grabbed my own cock with my left hand, fat and solid, and began to tug at it furiously. My pale, hairy chest heaved and I gritted my teeth. The hot intensity of his bare penis banging away inside me was too much. With a strangled groan I came. My sperm flew onto my chest and right shoulder. Again and again. My first sex since the break up. He suddenly gasped and pushed himself once more into me. I felt the hot gush of his cum pouring out of his unsheathed cock into my body. He collapsed on my sweaty chest and giggled into it. I kissed his damp, shining forehead. We lay like that, still connected, for a heartbeat. Then he pulled out. Time to sleep' I muttered. That's just fine' he replied. We laughed.