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**029 - Marine's Christmas Visit
Marine's Christmas Visit
It was Christmas and Brad was home again, this time possibly for good. I didn't know how he could've possibly looked any better, but he did. Maybe it was because he was so tanned from the desert sun. Maybe it was the way the soft light of dusk framed his manly countenance. I just blurted out, softly, "Fuucckkk!" when I opened the door and saw him standing there. He laughed, his even teeth almost sparkling against his tanned face. He knew how much I appreciated his body. There was no reason for pretenses; he knew I was hot for him. He came inside and closed the door behind him. I reached out to help him off with his heavy jacket but he took it as something different and pulled in tight for a hard, passionate kiss. Then he let me have his jacket. I hung it up as he went into the living room.
He went up to the Christmas tree and said he would like to look around; the house looked so beautiful with all the decorations.
"It's good you're home for Christmas," I said.
"Yeah, I missed a couple," he said.
After a cursory look around I turned off the lights and switched on the Christmas tree. It was perfect with the all-white lights casting a soft glow over the room
"Man, this is really nice."
I gave him plenty of time to take it all in. Then I said, "You wanta follow me into the kitchen, I'll make us some drinks."
He laughed. "Your kitchen should be posted a danger zone."
He stood back while I poured us each a bourbon.
"Not beer this time," he said as I handed him his glass.
"Special occasion."
"Okay. But is it okay if I get comfortable first to savor my drink?"
"Where are my manners? Of course."
We went back into the living room; I took his drink and watched him undress. I knew what he meant by getting comfortable; he was naked in no time.
"You take my breath away," I said as I motioned for him to sit down beside him on the couch. He was started getting hard. I got hot watching him get hard, and I set my drink down and reached for his cock and stroked him while he sipped his drink. He surprised the shit out of me when he suddenly reached over and groped my crotch. I didn't know whether it meant anything for real, or if he was just urging me to get on with things, but he told me I needed to get out of my clothes. I wondered if it was a sign of things to come, or if he was just anxious for my ass.
He took my drink and I stood and started stripping down. I noticed he was watching me rather intently.
"I shouldn't be admitting this but you leave me a little breathless, too," he said.
"Not me; it's what you're gonna get that leaves you breathless," I said. When I was down to my shorts I remembered the gift I'd bought for him. I went over to the tree and got it.
"You shouldn't have done this. I didn't bring anything for you."
"Yeah you did," I said with a grin.
He opened the package and removed the lid. I'd wrapped the three items in layers, with tissue paper between them. On top was an off white lace-up jockstrap. His eyes lit up. "This is neat!" he said excitedly. "I never saw a lace-up before."
"Check under the tissue paper."
He lifted the tissue paper and picked up the Marine-green thong. He held it up with a screwy smile. ""It's got no back," he said. "And not much of a front. I don't think I'm going to fit into this."
"It'll conform to fit," I said. "There's one more."
He lifted the next layer of tissue paper and his eyes popped out.
"Oh, Wow!" he exclaimed when lifted out the deep green jockstrap with the red Marine emblem on the pouch. "This is awesome! I'll wear this around the barracks."
"Do you think it'll be safe?" I joked.
I watched him pull on the jockstrap then he rubbed his hand down over the bulging pouch.
"That looks incredible," I said.
"Okay, do you wanta take it off of me, or me do it?"
"Dumb question," I said as I knelt down in front of him.
I pressed my face into the soft material, feeling his body heat through it. I mouthed it, soaking it with my spit as his cock pulsated in appreciation. He stood looking down at himself, and me, kneeling there practically worshipping him. I eased him back down on the couch. He slouched down and spread his legs out as I moved between them, still on my knees and buried my face in his jock. I ran my hands over his thighs, they were like slightly rough stone with the hair on them. I saw him absently rubbing his chest with one hand, back and forth across his nipple.
"Do those need some attention?" I rose up and began sucking on his tit. He let out a low gasp and clamped his hand around the back of my head. I worked on his chest for several minutes, till his tits were standing at attention. "Anything else that needs attention, just let me know," I said as I licked my way down his abs to his jock. I still rubbed and flicked his nipples with my fingertips.
"That needs attention in the worst way," he said, humping his bulging jock up into my face.
I mauled the meaty bulge with my hand. "Is it feeling neglected?" I kidded him and began mouthing the bulge. "If I show it some attention, it's not going to get all bent out of shape and explode in my face, is it?" I asked, as I pulled the waistband of his jockstrap down and tucked it under his balls. The elastic band lifted his big, beautiful balls up proudly.
"It won't get bent out of shape, and I'll try to keep it from exploding, but it might get a little teary eyed," he said.
"It's already getting teary eyed," I said, as I licked up the precome that was bubbling up out of the wide cum slit.
"Ohh, fuck, nobody ever wiped away my tears like that," he groaned.
"You've got such big, beautiful balls," I said as I leaned down and licked them then sucked one into my mouth.
He laid his head back with a soft moan, then said. "I know, you like my balls and my thighs and my chest and my tits and my whole body, but please, I wanta get sucked so bad!"
I couldn't help but laugh at his desperation. "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to tease you, stud, I was only trying to build you up."
"Fuck, I was built up just walking in the door."
"Well, then let's get to it and help relieve your misery." With that I started sucking his cock. He sank into a state of mild-frenzied contentment. I knew it was impossible for him to understand that I was getting even more pleasure out of it than he was. I sucked him for a good half hour, slowly, almost reverently, deep-throating him a lot, breaking from his cock only to give due attention to his heavy balls. He loved that, but he always guided me back to his cock. And once in a while he would put both hands on my head to urge me all the way down on him, but he never forced me. I was amazed at the never ending flow of precum, and it tasted wonderful.
At one point I looked up at him and said, "I know you're quick to reload, so why don't you fire off a few of those rounds that I remember so well, then we can move on to the good stuff I know you're wanting."
He smiled....Godd, a smile that could make you melt...and said, "Okay, I can do that."
Fuck, did he ever!! I swear the guy was a walking WMD waiting to explode. He really emptied the cum-tanks. I'm a huge cummer and I am always impressed with guys who can deliver a big load. I like the feel of all that stuff being jettisoned into my mouth, I usually like the taste of it, and I like the feeling of the power behind it; it's like the guy's manhood is being proven. Brad didn't even have to try.
He unloaded magnificently. I wondered, like the times before, how long he had been saving it....although it tasted wonderfully fresh. Maybe that was due to his healthy diet. I held his warm, thick load in my mouth till he settled his butt back in the cushions then I wallowed it around the head of his cock for a moment then gulped it down.
"Fuck, I love it when you do that."
"Do what, swallow it?"
"Yeah, man that is such a turn on for some reason."
I continued mouthing his cock and working my hand up and down the shaft till I was sure I had him drained then I nuzzled his balls. He moaned softly.
"You really like my balls, don't you," he said.
"You know it. I like everything about you. I like your ass too," I said as I lifted his balls and nuzzled under them. I licked the beginning of his ass crack and he hunkered down lower on the couch till his butt was hanging off the cushion, and I lifted his legs and shoved his thighs toward his chest. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled his legs tight against his chest, spreading his ass perfectly.
"Ah, Yeah, the perfect feast," I said, and began licking his ass.
"Aww, Fuucckkkk!" he moaned as I began licking his ass. "Shit, I feel sorry for all the guys who don't know how good this feels."
I told him, "If you know anybody who you think would like to find out, send them around." I feasted on his gorgeous ass for at least twenty minutes, till I had him relaxed and opened up for my finger, and even squirming around for it. I gave him two fingers at the same time. He groaned and winced a little but didn't try to stop me this time. I shoved both fingers in as far as I could go and found his prostate.
"Oh, My Godd! Awww, fuck, I knew you were gonna do this to me," he whined.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! Godd, No! Ohhh....awwhhhh, shit......Ohhh, fuck, man, nothing else in the world feels like this."
"Do you want me to make you come?" I asked.
"No, I wanta fuck you," he said.
I kept him on the edge for another twenty minutes, licking his ass while I fingered it, and slurping up the precum that was flowing out of his cock. I didn't know if it was because he was a Marine or what, but he had the most delicious precum I'd ever tasted. When I'd taken him too close to the edge too many times he begged me to stop with the finger. I did, but I spent a few more minutes with my tongue up inside his ass.
I got the lube from under the couch and lubed up his cock. There was something about being fucked by this guy, a fighting man who put his life on the line.....I needed to endure the pain of his cock plowing through my hole.....in some perverted way I thought he deserved that, to inflict pain on me, as sort of repayment for all he had done for me, wearing that uniform. He stood up, his big cock standing up with that slight sexy curve, throbbing anxiously. I took one of the cushions from the couch and laid it on the coffee table then straddled the table and laid back.
"I didn't ask if you wanted a condom," I said.
He shook his head no. He crouched and hunkered over me, aiming his cock. He set the head of his cock against my clenching hole and I braced myself. He shoved through and in me in one steady shove, burying his cock and grinding his loins against my spread butt.
"Ohhh, Godddd!" I cried out as he impaled me on his big, hot cock. "Whew! I forgot how deep you go in."
"I forgot how tight and hot your ass is." He tilted his head back, fully absorbing the ecstasy of the moment. "Awww, Mann, this is gonna be one hot, wild fuck."
And it was. Putting it mildly, he fucked me royally. There were moments when I wasn't sure he even knew who he was fucking, or cared; he was simply doing what his body demanded of him. I didn't mind. Whatever pleasure he got from fucking me, however he got it, was fine with me. I was there to service him. He fucked me hard. He tilted me up and bent me in half and straddled my butt and fucked straight down into my ass, like he was trying to nail me to the coffee table. I couldn't help the tiny gasps and moans and whimpering with the sheer pleasure of his cock ravaging my insides. He turned me onto my side and pulled my right leg straight up against his body and fucked me sideways. The angle was wonderful, and I loved the new pleasure he was giving me. He seemed to like it too. Later he turned me over again and urged me up on my hands and knees and fucked me dog-fashion, turning me into his eager bitch. Then he turned me back onto my back.
Brad was strong as a draft horse. I was a hundred and eighty pounds, and he held me up off the coffee table with one arm around my waist with my head and shoulders on the table and my legs wrapped around his lean hips, and more or less fucked me like I was a rag doll. I loved watching his muscles bulge and ripple, and the sweat forming on his forehead and his chest.
"Fuck, I don't know what it is about fucking your ass, but it is so different from fucking a girl."
"I think you would say that about fucking a knothole, after being without for so long," I joked.
"No," he said as he continued to drive his cock in and out of me. "This is so different. You're more alive, and the way you move with me. Fuck, it's incredible."
"It would be pretty hard not move with you, this is like being prodded deep with an electrical probe; you send little shocks through me with every stroke.
"Man, I'm glad, cause I love fucking you."
I reached up and wrapped both my hands around his bicep that was holding me up off the coffee table. Both of them wouldn't quite reach around the muscle. "Isn't your arm getting tired?" I asked.
"Not at all. Do you wanta change positions?"
"Any position you want is okay with me," I said.
He held me there for a moment longer, looking down at the juncture of his cock going through my hole. "Fuck, that's an awesome sight, the way your ass stretches and grips my cock."
"Feels pretty awesome, too," I said.
"Look, after I cum once, I can last forever, so if you get tired and wanta take a rest, just let me know."
"I don't need a rest," I assured him
He let me back down on the table and leaned over me with his hands on either side of my head. The way he smiled down at me made me shiver, and he saw it.
"What?" he asked.
"You are so fuckin' good looking; it sends chills through me when you smile like that."
He laughed, embarrassed. "Nobody ever told me that before."
"That you're good looking?"
"No, that I made them have chills," he said, and he kept smiling. His head had slowly dropped and his face was right over mine.
"I think you wanta kiss me," I said with a soft chuckle.
"Yeah, I was remembering how hot that was," he said.
"You wanta refresh your memory?" With that, I put my hands on the back of his head and neck and closed the space between us. His lips pressed against mine gently at first, then suddenly harder as he groaned and began fucking me harder. It was a long, tongue-lashing, deep-stroke kiss before he suddenly broke away with a gasp.
"Godd! That was hot! Felt like my cock got twice as hard when our tongues touched. Felt like we short circuited."
"You were sure driving it twice as hard," I said.
"Was I too rough?" he asked with a look of concern.
"No. It was great. This is about you, Stud, fuck me as hard as you want."
"Why is it about me?"
"Because of where you've been, and you're a Marine," I said.
"It's that simple? I'm a Marine and I've been in Iraq?" he said, laughing.
"It's that simple," I said.
"Damn, I wish everybody thought like you do, my cock would never go down the whole time I'm home."
After a few more minutes of steady fucking, he pulled out, saying he wanted to change positions. He rose up and stepped beside the table and pulled me to my feet. Then he shoved the coffee table out of the way and tossed the couch cushion on the floor and told me to get on my hands on knees, leaning over the couch. He knelt behind me and entered me in one easy stroke.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" I gasped, tossing my head back. "Ohhh, fuck, that feels good this way."
"Yeah, I wanta try every way possible," he said. He fucked me hard for a few minutes, like a pile driver, then he slowed down and laid on top of me and eased his cock in out of me slowly and gently. "If there's any particular way you want this, just say so," he said huskily in my ear.
I didn't reply; he knew I wanted it any way he wanted to give it to me. After a while longer, he told me, "I could cum if I half tried."
"Don't hold off on my account. You know you're good for another one."
"Where do you want my load?"
"Doesn't matter, if you don't want to pull out, shoot it in me."
"I think you sorta like my cum," he said.
"I love your cum."
"Then I'll pull out and give it to you," he said.
"Just say when."
He wasn't as close as he thought. He fucked me for a good twenty minutes before he eased out, and told me in a husky voice to turn around. I turned around and slid down off the couch, leaning back against it with my mouth open as Brad straddled me with a tight grip on his cock. He aimed it right at my mouth and jacked it about three times and exploded.
It was like he hadn't cum in months. The stuff splattered around inside my mouth, sliding over my tongue so I could get the full taste of him before it slid down my gaping throat. I was so hot I grabbed my own cock and started jacking myself. As Brad was finishing up, he laid a couple of ropes of semen across my lower lip and chin before he shoved himself up straight from the couch.
"Godd....Damn!" he swore.
I didn't say anything; I was busy with my own cock, and still swallowing his cum. Brad stood looking down, watching me jack off.
"Yeah....do it....shoot it," he said.
I shot it. The stuff shot straight up, hitting his ass, then his balls, and between his thighs, then all over the inside of his thighs, and he just stood there and watched and let me cum all over him.
"Damn, dude, that's not a cock, that's a power hose," he said.
I was still savoring the taste of his cum, and swallowing. I don't know what it is about him, but his hot, thick, Marine cum tastes so wonderful that it made me shiver with excitement.
"What?" he asked laughing.
"Watching your muscles ripple and seeing you cum like that, and tasting it, sends chills through me."
He laughed. "I never had anybody tell me that before."
I reached up and smeared the cum over his thighs and around his ass so it wouldn't run. "You need a shower," I said.
"Looks like you could use one too," he said as he pulled me to my feet.
We went into the bathroom where I turned on the shower. "Do you want it by yourself?" I asked as I adjusted the water.
"Not necessarily, looks like there's plenty of room."
So I stepped under the shower and he joined me. I washed him. I ran my soapy hands over his muscular body again, and again, and again. I gave special attention to soaping up the crack of his ass.
"You know I was clean about five minutes ago," he said, laughing.
"I like to feel your muscles, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all, but you're giving me another hardon."
"Is that a problem?"
"Not if you can take care of it again," he said.
"Watch me." I went to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, drinking down the water that was running from it. He wrapped his big hands around my head and began fucking my face. When his cock was throbbing hard I let it go and nuzzled under it to such on his balls. Then he turned around and bent over, offering his ass, and I buried my face between his muscular buns. He flattened his hands against the end of the shower and jutted his butt back into my face and I pulled his hole open and drove my tongue up inside him. The shower still sprayed down on us, the water gushing down the deep crevice of his ass and splashing out around my nose.
"Awwwhh...fuck, I love it when you do that," he moaned softly.
I shifted his hips to one side to avoid the stream of water and reached up to punch the soap dispenser for some liquid soap to use as lube. Then I worked a finger into his ass. He twisted around on it and bore back on it. I fingered him for a moment then gave him two fingers, and found his prostate.
"Awwwwwh, Yeahhhhh, I love it when you do that, too," he said.
"Do you wanta try something bigger?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so," he replied quickly.
But I had to wonder; it wasn't an emphatic NO. I massaged his love nut till he was thrashing his butt around in circles.
"Ohh, fuck.....Awwhhh.....Ohhh, shit, you could make me cum doing that," he gasped.
"Do you want me to?" I asked.
"No, I don't wanta cum again so soon," he said. "Unless you wanta call it a day," he added.
"My day ends when yours does," I said.
Moments later, he reached back and took hold of my wrist to stop me and gently guided my fingers free of his ass. Then he straightened up, but still leaning against the shower wall. "Fuck, you've got my legs shaking."
"Let's dry off and go in on the couch," I said. He turned off the shower and I pulled the curtain back and grabbed a towel. I held it out for him and wrapped it around him, but he took it to dry off. I think the idea of me drying him off was a bit too intimate for a Marine.
Back in the living room, he lay on the couch on his side, pressed back against the back of the couch to make room for me. I lay with him, spooned back against him and he wrapped his muscular arm round my waist.
"Ahh, this is nice," he said as he snuggled tightly against me.
"Yes it is."
"I wish I could take you back with me," he said.
"I would go if they would let me, but I'm afraid I'm a little rusty with a rifle," I said.
"You wouldn't need a rifle. I would have your back," he said.
"In more ways than one I suspect," I joked.
"I would just like to have you there for times like this, at night, after I come in off a mission. Man, that would be something to look forward to."
"I expect the other guys might look forward to it too," I said.
Suddenly, his hand was moving down my stomach to my cock. His big, rough hand encircled it, squeezing the meaty flesh and it finished coming alive.
"You're starting something.,......."
"I could've taken care of this for you while I was fucking you. I should have," he said huskily.
"You don't have to, Brad," I said.
"I know, it's all about me. But you're giving so much, and I'm just taking. Does that sound sappy?"
"No. But you're not just taking. Trust me; you are giving, big time. You don't realize how much," I said.
He was slowly jacking my cock, pressing his fist hard against my balls on the backstroke, and running his finger over the head, slick with precum. His cock was pressing hot and hard against my butt.
"You're really lubing up," he said.
"Feels like you're really boning up," I said.
"I'm in a constant state of excitement when I'm with you," he said.
"Do you want to fuck me again?" I asked.
"Are you up for it?"
"Sure. Or I'll suck you, or all of the above," I said. I reached under the couch for the lube and handed it to him.
"On your back?" he said.
We both rose up and he moved to the end of the couch while I stretched out on my back, one leg laid up over the back of the couch.
Brad uncapped the lube. "You're still tight as a virgin," he said as he worked the lube inside my ass.
"I'm sure you'll remedy that," I said.
He wiped his fingers off on his cock and I thought he was getting into position to fuck me, but instead, he crouched between my legs and took my cock in his slightly slick fist.
"I'm going to do it right this time," he said as he worked his fist up and down on my cock.
It felt good and I told him so. "Your hand feels good.
Suddenly, he started to bend down, licking his lips. I put my hands on his shoulder to stop him. Bent over, he looked at me.
"You never ask anything of me. I wanta try this."
"Not because you think you owe me," I said.
"Partly, yeah. But I've thought about and I decided I would try it next time we got together."
"Are you sure?" I asked, my hands still on his shoulders. "Because there are no do-overs; you can't take it back once you've done it."
"If I've thought it, I might as well do it," he said. "If I don't like it, I won't do it again."
"Okay." I let go of his shoulders and watched as he hunkered over me, wetting his lips again, then he took my cock in his mouth. He wasn't at all bashful about it; no tentative licks, he just took it in his mouth and started sucking and slathering his tongue around the head.
I think I froze in shock for a moment. I couldn't believe this handsome, rugged Marine was sucking my cock. And he was good at it. He didn't suck me very long. After a couple of minutes, he raised, up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling.
"Would it hurt your feelings if I said I don't like it?"
"No. I can't believe you even tried it; and you were so good at it."
"I don't wanta get any better," he said. "But I still would like to fuck you. I think I'm pretty good at that too."
He fucked me again. I think my ass remembered his cock. It was a long, languid fuck. Very long. We started out with me on my back, he turned me over onto my hands and knees for a while, then we lay in our original position, spooned together on the couch and he fucked me and jacked my cock at the same time. I think the tree lights had something to do with it being such a quiet, casual fuck.
Afterwards, we showered again and I thought we would get dressed but instead, Brad lay back down on the couch and motioned for me to join him. We lay as before, on our sides with him spooning me, and looked at the Christmas tree.
"It just gets better all the time," he remarked as he laid his arm around me.
"I'm glad."
"I don't want this to sound sappy, but this is what I look forward to the most, getting back home."
"Why are you so afraid of sounding sappy?"
"I don't know, I guess I don't want it to sound like more than it is."
"What is it?"
"I don't want to hurt your feeling by saying it's just sex.....it's more than that....but it can't be more than what it is. I mean, I'm straight, and when I get back for good and probably get out of the Marines, I'll take up with a girl and eventually get married. I just don't want to hold anything out there that can't be."
"I do a lot of married guys," I said with a smile. "It doesn't make them anything but straight married guys who like some variety in their sex life."
He put his arm tighter around me and pulled me roughly against him, pressing his warm manhood against me. I cocked my head around with a smile and knew he was going to kiss me. I met his kiss, full and head on. It was a long, hard, full-tongue, passionate kiss that caused my cock to come to life again. I felt his pulsating gently against my butt. I kissed him till he broke away with a heaved sigh.
"Fuck!" he gasped.
I eased away from him and onto the floor on my knees. He grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me into another kiss as I reached down for his cock.
"One more for the road," I murmured. I was thankful just to have him in this position one more time. I gobbled his cock hungrily and he slung one leg over the edge of the couch to give me fuller access to his manhood. I devoured him, knowing that he would leave after this and I didn't know when I would see him again. We didn't try to hold off, and he suddenly gasped, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" and the next instant he was spurting cum in my mouth. I relished it, savored the fresh taste that I knew I would not be getting again anytime soon. Maybe never again. I laid my head on his thigh as we took a moment to get our breath, until he flexed his thigh muscles and I knew his time was upon us.
Ende
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**030 - The Marine, Getting Married
The Marine, Getting Married
I was surprised to get a call from Brad. After his last visit over Christmas we emailed a couple of times when he went back to Iraq but then he dropped off the radar. I used the number he'd given me to call his parents to make sure he was okay.
I never did get another email from him but I finally got the anticipated call. I was happy to hear from him but I gave him some shit.
"Hey, soldier, you were supposed to call me when you got back."
"Don't call me soldier, I'm a Marine," he said.
"I'll call you any fuckin' think I want, why didn't you call me?"
"I'm calling you now, to see if you wanta come have a beer. I'm at the corner bar."
"I just got out of the shower, I'll be there in a half hour," I said.
"I'll nurse this beer till you get here."
I was excited for reasons way beyond what we had between us sexually. I was just so damned glad to know he was home and okay. Well, I assumed he was okay. I sort of psyched myself up and braced myself for the possibility that he might be missing an arm or a leg. If he was he wouldn't say it, he would just let me walk in and find out for myself.
He was seated at the far end of the bar. He broke out in a huge smile and slid off the bar stool when I approached and we moved quite naturally into a tight hug. Damn, he was still solid as a rock.
"What're you're drinking?" he asked.
"Whatever you're drinking, `cause you're buying," I said.
He ordered two beers and when they were set on the bar he picked them both up in one hand and said, "Let's grab a booth."
I followed him to a booth near the back of the bar where it wasn't very well lit. He slid in facing the front of the bar, I took the other side.
"So, you've got about five minutes to explain why you didn't call me, then I wanta hear what you've been doing with your life since you got out."
"I'm sorry about the delay but life got in the way. In a nutshell, I've been working up to getting married."
"No shit! Congratulations. Who's the lucky girl?"
It was a girl he knew but it started getting more serious. He said he was marrying above his station in life; she had her degree and a good job where she traveled a lot, sometimes even overseas.
"What the hell did she see in you?" I joked.
"Hey, there's more than meets the eye," he said.
"And how is that going to work out, do you think, with her traveling so much?"
He laughed. "You sound like my Dad. I don't know, we talked about it and we don't see it as a problem. We figured we won't bore each other and it'll be just that much better when we do see each other. And it's not for any long periods of time. Like a week here and there."
I shook my head, laughing. "I still don't know how you landed her. Hell, you said she already knew you; that should've been a big red flag for her."
"Hey, I'm not such a bad catch. I'm working two jobs. The two of them together don't bring in as much as she makes, but we talked about that took and it's not a problem for us. It's not important who brings in the most money."
"I'm shittin' you. I know you're not a bad catch; I just hope she doesn't wise up and throw you back," I joked.
"Hey, do you wanta see my apartment? I got that assignment before she left, to find us a place to live and start looking for furniture."
"Before she left?" I asked.
"She's gone to London."
"And she's trusting you to buy furniture?"
"Not buy, just look," he said. "Right now, the place is furnished in early American junk. But it's just me living there for a while."
"So she's not moving in."
"That's undecided. She's considering what her parents will think."
"Nice that she's considering them. That's rare this day and age."
I followed him to his apartment. It was in a decent section of town but I wondered if his fiancé might be expecting something nicer, considering her job. But I didn't say anything; it was none of my business. It was a second floor apartment, more like a loft arrangement, wide-open floor plan, L-shaped, with the bedroom situated in the lower, smaller part of the L. The rest of it was the living room, dining area and kitchen, all one big space. It reminded me of a typical bachelor pad. The furniture wasn't junk, but it wasn't what I thought a woman would want to live with.
He got two beers and brought one to me where I sat in the oversized chair. He took the couch. We talked about everything; his impending marriage, the changes he saw in the city when he came back, how he was dealing with being out, and we told war stories. He had some good ones to tell. I didn't. All the while, there was one thought lingering in the back of my mind. But he had said nothing that would prompt me to pose the question. Meanwhile, he was looking damned hot, and the situation--us alone in his apartment, both with a slight buzz, girlfriend out of the country--only made him hotter. Finally, I decided I wouldn't wait on him; I simply came out with it.
"Listen, we know each other too well to beat around the bush so I'm just going to ask.....is this a generic visit?"
He smiled over his beer that he'd just taken a sip from. "Doesn't have to be," he said.
"Good. I was hoping you would say that. I wasn't sure, since you're getting married. And you took your time calling me after you got back."
"The operative word is getting married. I'm not married yet."
"Well, I guess we could call this your first bachelor party then," I said.
"I guess we could do that."
I got up and went over to stand in front of him between his splayed legs. He looked up at me with that lop sided grin that I was taking to be his trademark. I smiled down at him.
"What?" he asked.
"You still have no fuckin' clue, do you?"
"About what?" He laughed softly. He didn't have a clue.
"About the effect you have on people."
"Well, I do, sort of, in a way, but I don't know exactly what you mean." Suddenly he sounded like a little boy. "Maybe you could show me." Now he sounded cocky.
"You're walking down the mall," I said as I went to my knees and put my forearms on his thighs. "If this was a totally free and open society, with no hang-ups, no inhibitions, you couldn't get a dozen yards without people tearing your clothes off and raping you."
"Find me a mall where that can happen," he said, laughing. "Man, it wouldn't have to be rape."
"Well, there is a place where that can happen."
"Where? No shit!"
"I'll tell you some time. Right now......." I reached up and clasped my hands around his lean, tight waist and lowered my head to his crotch. He moaned softly and slouched down, bringing his crotch to my face. I pressed my face into the well packed denim and he laid a hand on my head.
I spent a good ten minutes mouthing his crotch, till his jeans were wet with my spit.
"I hope you're not planning on going out any time soon," I said, rubbing his wet crotch.
"Not any time soon," he said huskily, still with his hand rubbing the back of my head.
I started undoing his jeans. He laid his arms out to the side, like he was offering himself. I unbuttoned his jeans, pausing a few seconds between each button. I love button down jeans; they were designed for anticipation. I pulled his fly open and reached in to lift his bulging pouch out and put it in the V of his fly. Then I went down on that pouch, open mouth, drooling. I had his shorts wet in no time, and I could feel his cock coming to life.
"It's taking its time waking up," I said, squeezing the warm, meaty bulge.
He smiled. "It's the mood you've set. It knows it doesn't have to be in any hurry."
I lowered my mouth back over his bulge. We played like that for a short time, me making love to his briefs, and him writhing and pushing himself into my face. I took hold of his jeans at the waist and tugged on them. He lifted his butt up off the couch so I could pull them down. I did, slowly, peeling them down his thick thighs, then pulling them off completely. They fit him pretty snug, and they came off wrong side out. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face between his legs that he splayed out wider. I didn't linger. I began the journey to explore his body above the waist. I began kissing just above the waistband of his shorts and made my way up the slope of his solid abs, crisscrossing over the lumps of tight muscle, and licking my tongue in the ridges in between.
He slouched down further on the couch and pulled his shirt up for me. I kissed my way up the slope till I could lick the under edge of his thick pec muscles. After a moment of going back and forth he eased up from the back of the couch and pulled his shirt up behind his head. I love it when guys do that; it seems so boyish-macho.
I explored the broad expanse of his chest, marveling at how thick and very solid the muscles were. I had been there before, but I wanted to get reacquainted with those powerful muscles, and especially his big nipples that were now hard and standing up like two pencil erasers. I licked them. They were rubbery to the touch. I sucked on them. He moaned softly. I nibbled on them and he moaned out loud.
I went back to work on his tits. He loved it when I chewed on them like that. I could feel his cock hard now, throbbing against my lower chest. I moved back and forth across his broad chest, sucking and nibbling on his tits and thrilling at the way his cock bucked when I did that. I started to move back down his torso but changed my mind and moved up to his armpit instead.
I couldn't remember if I'd done this to his armpits before because he didn't raise his arm right away till I nuzzled in harder then he lifted his arm and gave me free access to hairy cave. He still smelled of soap and deodorant and male musk. It was intoxicating. He groaned and said "oh fuck" a lot as I wet the dark hairs and licked them and plastered them against his skin. Then I moved to the other side, teasing his tits along the way.
When I had thoroughly tongue-bathed that armpit I spent some more time on his chest. I love his chest. There is so much room to play and his turgid nipples were so much to play with. Finally I made my way down his stomach again, this time following the narrow treasure trail straight down the middle of his abs.
I kissed the bulge of his shorts briefly then moved on, into his crotch, then down the inside of his thigh. Halfway to his knee I stopped cold. "What the fuck is this!"
There was a scar high inside on his left thigh.
"I had an unfortunate encounter."
I reared back. "Unfortunate encounter, my ass! What happened?" He had been wounded, and his casual attitude suddenly pissed me off.
"It's a long story. No, it's a short story. I took a round in my leg."
"Goddamnit!" I swore angrily. "I take it very personal when I see or read about another one of our guys getting killed or wounded over there, so don't do this to me. Don't give me the macho crap. What the fuck happened?"
He sort of recoiled with a confused scowl, surprised at my outburst.
"There aren't too many ways to say it. It really is no big deal." He laughed. "It was at the time, but hey, I'm thankful I got it where I did. I could be dead. Or worse," he said, cupping the bulge of his shorts.
I suddenly realized that it wasn't macho bravado; he was handling it the only way he could, the way all of them handled things, and I calmed down.
"I'm sorry for the outburst."
"That's okay. I know you support the troops but I guess I didn't realize how strongly you feel about it."
"Every one of those guys over there is like my own. Will you carry the scar?" I asked, more calmly.
"Maybe a little one. It's not near as bad as it was. I don't even limp. Does it bother you?"
"Hell no, it doesn't bother me. Does it bother your girl?"
"No, actually, she thinks is sexy."
"It is, very sexy." I leaned down and kissed the scar and was suddenly swept with unexpected emotions. I stayed down there with my face hidden till I brought them under control. But he saw my eyes when I rose up.
"What's the matter?"
"You guys....." I was shaking my head. "You do this on purpose. You are so fuckin' hot anyway, and you cop this attitude...no big deal....and it makes you even hotter. And you don't have a clue about any of that."
"Well, that didn't exactly make any sense, but I had the attitude before I got shot."
"Well, at least you said it," I said.
"Said what?"
"That you got shot."
"Well hell yeah. I took a bullet in the leg. Not too many ways to say that either."
"Unfortunate encounter....?"
"Look, I would be embarrassed to have anyone make any kind of deal out of it at all. I know guys who came home with NO legs, NO arms. So, I'm sorry, but you're making way too much of a little scar."
"Yes, I suppose I am. I'm sorry."
"By the way, if you see Mom, don't mention the leg. She doesn't know I got hurt."
"All right, but didn't she see your Purple Heart?"
"I didn't get one."
"What!"
"Actually, I.....refused it," he said, casting his eyes away. He put up his hand. "Before you say anything....there's no way I'm going to wear a Purple Heart for this, after seeing what other guys went through. Like I said, I don't even limp, and I've still got my balls. And I don't want to talk about it anymore. We were just getting into something good......"
"I didn't know you could refuse a Purple Heart," I said.
"Well, actually you can't. I just don't have it."
"But it's on your record," I said.
"Yeah. And I said I don't want to talk about it."
I pushed his arm up and kissed his bicep. He tightened it into a big ball.
"MMMmnnnn," he moaned softly.
I licked all over the big ball of muscle then made my way to his armpit again.
"OOOhhhhh, man, I like that," he moaned again.
I wet every hair again and breathed in his aroma, then dragged my lips and tongue cross his chest to his other arm.
"I love your body. Even though it's damaged," I added.
He smiled.
I couldn't get enough of him. I went back down his torso, following the sexy treasure trail, making it wet with my tongue, to where it plunged into the waist of his shorts. I pulled the waistband down to expose the root of his cock where his treasure trail burst into a furry bush. His cock by this time was tenting his shorts, throbbing to be free. I mouthed the head through the material of his shorts.
"Godd, you are a master of torture," he moaned.
"No, I'm a master at building anticipation. If it was torture I would get up and leave about now and leave you hanging."
"I know ways to hurt you," he said.
"I know ways to hurt you back." I squeezed his balls.
Suddenly that little exchange seemed awkward, as if we were challenging each other, and we shouldn't have been. I tugged on his shorts and he lifted his hips to let me take them off. His cock sprung free of the waistband and slapped hard and loud against his stomach. I tossed his shorts aside, admiring his long, thick cock. He pushed it up from his stomach with his thumb at the base.
"Anticipation is painful," he said.
I laughed. "A bullet in your leg is no big deal, but you can't handle a stiff cock? Suck it up, man."
"I was hoping you would do that for me."
I didn't. I started at the base and began licking my way up the shaft, lashing my tongue back and forth. Ball juice was oozing and running down to meet my tongue half way up the thick shaft. I lapped it up and moved up to lick it off the head. He tasted good. I squeezed his cock and more came out and I lapped that up. I looked up at him and he was smiling.
"You like that stuff."
"Yes. Give me some more," I said.
He caused his cock to throb and more juice came out.
"Wow! You sure produce a lot."
"Man, you've got me so hot I'm practically cummin' now."
I pulled his cock straight up and took it in my mouth.
"OOOohhhhh," he moaned with deep satisfaction. "Ohh, Godd, I forgot how good that feels."
I gave him a curious scowl. "Your girlfriend doesn't do this for you?"
"She tries, but it's nothing like what you do."
I did more than suck his cock. It was more like phallic worship. It was body worship, and more than that, I was worshipping this young Marine for what he was and who he was. I gave him pleasure every way I knew how; pleasure he so richly deserved. As my drool ran down his cock and over his balls I used it to massage his asshole. He was more than receptive, his legs already spread and his butt right on the edge of the couch. I took my time. In the back of my mind I was thinking this might well be the last time I had the privilege of coming to this alter of male flesh. When he got married........
I paused and stroked his slick cock with one fist while I continued to rub his asshole. I could feel him relaxing there.
"How am I doing?" I asked.
"You got a Webster? I'll try to find the words," he said.
I smiled at his answer then hunkered down to work on his ass.
He moaned loudly, his tone quivery. "Now THAT is anticipation, waiting for you to do this," he said.
"I didn't know you were so anxious for me to do this. You should have told me, I could've gotten right to it," I joked.
(I wrote this out more as a narrative, but after reading it over I changed it to read more like a story in parts. The dialogue isn't verbatim, but it is the general idea, and it reads better).
He offered me his ass willingly, laying back and drawing his legs up. I took it eagerly. He was soon so relaxed that I was able to tongue deep inside him. Brad had leaned a little to one side--I thought to keep from sliding off the couch--and I was still a surprised when I felt him reaching for my cock. I felt his rough, strong fingers encircle it and at the same he stopped me and said he didn't want to cum yet. We paused for a moment for him to rest. I rose up and hunkered closer and he held my cock tightly in his fist. Well, it wasn't a complete pause; I was still massaging his asshole. Then he gave me the surprise of my life. I think he was using the pause to work up his courage, and maybe he had drawn some of that needed courage from touching my cock.
"Okay, look....I gotta be up front with you....there was another reason I called you to come and have a beer with me, and why I wanted to show you the apartment while my woman was away." He paused with a screwy look on his face, like he couldn't finish saying it.
I waited for a brief moment then said, "Alright."
"I want to see what it's like to be fucked."
I was stunned speechless. I just looked at him and my fingers stopped massaging his hole. I was so shocked and overwhelmed that I didn't know what to say. Our eyes locked for a moment. His never wavered and there was so much that I was reading into his steely-eyed gaze. He was serious. He was a little frightened at himself, but he was dead-on serious.
"Are you....sure?" I asked.
His answer was simple and direct. "Yes. I want you to fuck me."
We kept looking at each other. Neither of us had moved out of our zones of seriousness and shock.
"Godd!" I whispered in disbelief.
"I've thought about it a lot," he went on, as if to explain his position, or convince me. "The times I've fucked you, you obviously liked it. And the way it feels when you work on my ass....well, I wanta see what I'm missing. I probably won't ever do it again, but I wanta do it while I'm still single."
I had dropped my hands to my sides, his legs were still spread apart and I could see his exposed ass in my line of vision. I still just looked at him. I couldn't quite grasp that this incredibly studly, macho Marine was saying this. And I wasn't at all sure that he'd thought it through as much as he said. In my mind, there were reservations in HIS mind, because he wanted to do it before he got married. Why? Why now? If he liked it, would he not get married?
Our eyes met again and I found myself looking into his soul.
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to tell me that again, just to make sure I heard you right."
He did, without hesitation. "I want you to fuck me. Don't worry, I'm ready. I took care of everything." He smiled. "I told you I thought it through." When I still didn't say anything, he said, "You don't want to?"
I choked on my laughter. "Hell YES, I wanta fuck you! What a dumb-ass question."
"It'll probably be the first, last and only time it ever happens, but I wanta try it, and if I don't try it with you, it won't EVER happen then I'll always wonder."
"Alright." I nodded. "You know it's probably going to hurt some at first. Have you thought about that? Maybe a lot, I don't know."
"You're talking to a Marine, dude. Fuck, I took a bullet in the leg; it can't hurt any worse than that."
"No. No, it can't. All right. Yes, I will fuck you."
"Let's go in on the bed," he said.
"No," I said. He looked at me funny. "This is going to be a onetime thing. You don't know if you're going to like it or not. If you don't like it, you don't want to have that bad experience in your head when you're in there with your wife. And if it's a good experience for you, well you don't want to go to bed with your wife with that good experience in your head either. Let's leave it right here, on the couch, or the floor."
He looked at me funny then said okay. Then he said, "I need to get the lube. Do you want a condom?"
"That's your call," I said.
"I took care of everything, I would like to see what it feels like to have you cum in inside me; you cum like a horse, I know I would probably feel it."
"Okay."
I was still in a mild state of shock as I watched his gorgeous ass flexing as he walked away from me, taking off his T-shirt on the way. He came back with the lube and a light blanket.
"You said on the floor; I don't have carpet like you do."
"Good, it'll make it easier to nail your ass to the floor," I joked.
"And you're going to do just that. I can tell you're going to enjoy nailing my ass to the floor."
"Actually, it might be better if you get on top, starting out, and ride me. You're in total control that way."
"No, but I would sorta like to start out on my stomach so I would have some control with my butt muscles."
"This is your fuck, we do it any way you want it. Just know, you can't back out on me. Once I penetrate, you're mine."
"Once you bust my cherry, I won't have much choice, will I?" He stood at the couch. "Can we sixty nine first?"
Another huge surprise. "Uhhh....no. I don't want you sucking my cock. man." The split second serious look on his face made me laugh. "Fuck, yes, we can sixty nine, but you tried that once, you said you didn't like doing it."
"I wanta try it again. I gotta get this all out of my system."
I wasn't sure what that meant but I didn't pursue it. His words still rang in my ears. I took his arm and motioned for him to lie on the couch. He stretched out on his back. I crawled over the arm of the couch to get to his cock and presented him with mine, suspended out over his face. I could feel his hot breath as he took it in both of his hands.
"Fuck, I can't believe how big this thing is."
"You gotta deep throat me," I said.
"No fuckin' way," he said, laughing.
"If you don't, you'll never know if you could've," I said.
We got down to business. I did deep throat him--the position we were in was perfect for taking the slight curvature of his cock all the way in my throat--but I didn't expect him to return the favor. Being in the dominant position, I did push the envelope. I was careful not to impale him but I purposely bore down hard now and then and did force the head of my cock into his throat several times. But he always checked my entry. I crooked my neck and moved to suck his balls, then lifted them out of the way to lick under them. He hunkered his butt and spread his legs out to offer me his ass. I took it with my tongue. I wrapped my arms around his legs and pulled his butt open and rimmed him. I soon had him practically turned upside down. He started sucking my balls as well but I didn't know if he would go for my ass. I didn't think so. I finally wrapped my hands around his butt and turned it straight up where I could feast on it and use my fingers more freely. I gradually worked three fingers in and probed deep inside to find his prostate. He made a lot of noise when I did that. I added one and began probing and twisting all four fingers around inside him while using my thumb on his perineum. He was really hard there. He liked it too when I kissed him there and licked all around his asshole. I got a little rough, causing him to cry out.
"Ohh, Goddamn! I can't take this!" he gasped.
"Yes you can." I kept probing and twisting and really playing hell with his prostate and his asshole, and he was choking on my cock and trying to stifle his outcries. I alternated between fingering and tonguing his asshole. He had hold of my butt and he suddenly dug his fingers into the tight muscles and with a loud, muffled groan, he pulled me down, forcing my cock down his throat. All the way down, with his face buried in my crotch.
"Awww, Fuck!" I blurted around his cock.
He held me there for a few seconds and milked my cock with his throat muscles then he shoved up on my hips. I lifted up but he pulled me back down, his fingers dug so hard in my butt muscles they hurt. I dared to take my cue and I lifted up slightly and bore back down into his throat. He let me do it again and I force fed him my cock for a good, long two or three minutes.
Suddenly he shoved me up and my cock popped free of his mouth with a lout suctioning sound. I heard him swallowing over and over again as he tried to get his breath.
"Okay, that's done; I don't have to wonder about that anymore," he said matter-of-factly.
When I started to use my fingers again he blurted out, "Ohh, Godd! I can't stand that! You've got me so hot! Just fuck me!"
Again, his words were music to my ears. I would have thought the words foreign to his mouth. I rose up and stepped off the couch. He started to get up, and when he rolled off the couch, I told him, "That's fine, right there," and he stayed on the floor on his knees and leaned across the couch. I got the lube and drizzled some on my cock and in the crack of his ass. I knelt behind him and set the head of my cock between his butt muscles. He had one fine butt, nice and round and smooth and solid. He instinctively squeezed his butt against the intruder but when I pushed between them he relaxed and my cock found his hole. I clasped my hands around his hip bones and nudged my cock against the spongy tight entrance.
"Listen, Brad, if you change your mind and want to back out, just say so," I told him.
"That ain't gonna happen," he said.
I gripped the shaft of my cock in one hand and clinched my butt to apply pressure. He sort of hunkered away from me but then there was nowhere for him to go; his head was against the back of the couch. I pushed and felt his asshole begin to give. I held onto his hips with both hands now, tight, and shoved harder. I could feel his hole stretching apart and I shoved through.
He wasn't tensed up but when I penetrated him, his body turned to stone, the muscles in his shoulders and back and arms bulging. He didn't say anything; he barely made any sound at all. I knew he was sucking it up, taking it like a Marine. I went in slow. Part way in I could feel my cock rearranging his insides, plowing through the virgin territory. I watched my thick cock disappear inside his body, inch by inch, and I half expected him to tell me to stop. Even though I'd told him once I was in, he was mine, if he did tell me to stop, I would. This wasn't going to be rape. I had six or seven inches in him when he reached back with his hand on my hip and I paused.
"Is that enough?"
"No, I want it all; just give me a minute," he said in a gasp. "How much more have we got to go?"
I reached down and wrapped my hand on what was exposed and showed him my hand. "About a fistful."
"Geezusss!"
"But this is far enough for you to feel what it's like to get fucked," I told him.
"No, I don't want just a feel. I want it all. I wanta get fucked, for real."
I held still and knelt there with my hands on my hips. Brad squeezed his ass around my cock--I could tell he winced by the way the muscles in his shoulders and necked tightened--then he twisted around on it a little. Then he eased back on me. He rotated his butt and shoved back some more. His next move he shoved all the way back on it.
"Fuck!" He pressed his butt hard against me and squeezed harder. "Fuck!" he said again, louder.
I asked him if he was okay.
"Is anybody ever okay again after taking this big horse cock of yours?"
"Sometimes they walk funny for a couple of days," I joked.
"They're lucky to be able to walk at all. Damnn!"
"Do you wanta just hold it like this? Do you want me to pull out and ......"
"I want you to fuck me!" he cut in.
I fucked him. I started out slow....pulling back almost completely and shoving back in....I went real slow and easy. As I picked up speed I shortened my thrusts, using about half of my cock, but I used it deep.
"How's that feeling?" I asked.
"Feels good. I like it. I don't think I'm supposed to like it, but I do."
I smiled. I never dreamed I would hear those words coming out of his mouth. I fucked him, using a steady pace that picked up speed little by little till I was fucking him like a jack hammer. He was moaning and gasping and whimpering and clawing at the couch.
I stopped and buried my cock and put one arm around his tight waist. "Move back with me, we're going to lie back on the floor, you on top."
We made a smooth transition from the couch, me on my back and Brad on his back on top of me, supporting himself on his arms.
"Okay, fuck yourself silly," I said. I thought he was going to do just that. He meant it when he said he liked getting fucked and he didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he liked it, at least for now while he was doing it.
I concentrated on Brad in order to hold off myself. He rode up and down on my cock. He got a little wild, throwing is hips around. His arms began to tremble and I gripped his triceps to give him support. He rose up then and leaned forward and clamped his hands onto my thighs and rode up and down. It was hot as hell just watching his muscle butt bouncing up and down and it boggled my mind that he was actually doing it.
"Hey, do you want to be on bottom for a while?" I asked.
"Yeah, let you do all the work," he said.
We separated and his hole gaped open wide and juicy when he lifted his butt up off my cock. It was a mouthwatering sight and I longed to drive my tongue up into the gaping cavern.
"Back up over my face," I told him.
He reared back so his butt was suspended over my face, his beautiful and glorious hole just out of reach but beckoning. I took hold of his butt and guided him down and drove my stiffened tongue up inside him as far as I could reach. He fairly whinnied with pleasure as I tongue bathed the inside of his ass. I made a lot of noises myself. He started riding up and down on my tongue like he did my cock.
"Godd, this is so fuckin' good!" he cried softly.
I was almost beside myself in my own pleasure and raw lust for his ass. It was such a treat to be able to feel the satiny texture of the lining of his ass.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, doing this," he gasped as he lifted his butt up from my face. I kept the connection till the last second then he tumbled off the couch and lay on his back and cocked his knees up with an expectant look on his handsome face. I still couldn't believe this was happening.
"Fuck, I gotta tell you, this is fun," he said as I moved into position.
I lifted his legs up and he rested them on my shoulders and I aimed at his hole that was clinching anxiously. I paused with my cock right at his hole and just watched it.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Your ass is acting like it's fun, too," I said.
"Serious, I had no idea it would feel like this," he said.
"I'll go in deeper in this position," I warned.
"That's okay, I'm anxious to feel it."
The deeper penetration was indeed okay. Brad showed no sign of any discomfort. He just closed his eyes and sighed and told me to fuck him. I fucked him. I gradually advanced to pile driving him, fucking straight down--I was really nailing his ass to the floor--and it caused him to open his eyes and groan loud with each thrust.
"Is that too rough?"
"No, I like it that way, hard and deep."
"Do you hear yourself?" I asked with a smile.
He smiled back and said, "Yeah. I don't believe what I'm hearing, but it sounds like me talking."
When he smiled back I sort of melted inside, and suddenly I wanted to take it to the next level. I slowed my pace to a gentler one and leaned down over him.
"Do you mind if I kiss you?" I asked.
"No, I don't mind. I might even kiss you back."
I kissed him and he kissed me back and in that moment it was like the connection of our two bodies took on a whole new meaning. It was almost spiritual. We both felt it, for Brad said, "Fuck, man, kissing makes me almost wanta cum."
"Go ahead and cum. I'll try to cum with you."
"Okay, but let's don't rush it. Let's just let it happen."
For the next several minutes we worked each other, we gauged each other, he asked me if I was close....yeah, you?....yeah, getting close, just keep fucking me and kissing me....I'll keep fucking you....ohhh, yeah...,like that....fuck me....ohhhh, damn, fuck me, I'm gonna cum!
He wasn't kidding. He shot a load that landed thick ropes of steamy cum clear up across one side of his face and in his hair and he didn't even try to dodge it. It was like he was celebrating his cumming.
I was several seconds behind him; the powerful contractions of his climax pulling mine out of me. I could feel it being suctioned up out of me and then I was cumming too. I slid in deep as the first one hit and I dumped my load. He said he could feel it. I hoped he would. I wanted him to experience his first fuck to the fullest.
"Oohhh, Shit! I can feel you cummin'!....Ohh, God....Ohh, fuck, that is awesome!"
We were soon drained and throbbing empty. Brad's ass still squeezed my cock and I could feel his heartbeat in his ass. He said he could feel my heartbeat in my cock. I thought it was neat that our hearts were communicating down there like that.
After a couple of minutes, my cock still inside him, I asked him, "So, how do you like getting fucked? Was it what you expected?"
"I didn't really know what to expect, but I like it. I understand now."
I didn't go down completely and I started fucking him again, using very gentle, long strokes. It was more like I was massaging the inside of his ass with my cock.
"Do you think you've got it all out of your system?" I asked.
"I don't know. Right now, sorta makes me think I should rethink getting married," he said, laughing nervously.
He said it laughing, but I was afraid there might be a grain of truth in his words. I pushed myself up and smacked him on the butt.
"Don't let one good fuck screw up the rest of your life," I said. We pulled apart. Cum drained out of his open hole and I grabbed a towel. "We've got a flood down here."
He said we should shower and said I should join him.
"First, there's something else...." I paused, hesitant to say it.
"What?" he asked.
"I don't know if you've ever been curious about but....well, let me show you and you can decide if you wanta try it." With that I shoved his legs up and hunkered down and clamped my mouth tightly over his still gaping hole. He squealed when I drove my tongue in deep. I lathered my tongue around, licking up the cum still clinging to the sides of his chute. It was good and I wanted more. I formed a suction and drew more of the warm stuff that was deeper inside him. There was a lot and I quickly had a mouthful. He was still moaning when I broke the suction. I could see the fearful bewilderment in his eyes as I rose up over him. He knew what I was about to do and I wasn't sure he was going to allow it. But when I brushed my lips across his mouth he let my tongue part his lips and I formed another lip lock over his mouth. He gave another little whimpering moan when I let my cum slide down my tongue into his mouth. I fully expected him to recoil but instead he seemed to suddenly suck it up, as he would say, and finalized the kiss.
It was a long, hard and passionate kiss as he sucked my cum out of my mouth. I swallowed and broke the connection.
"I'll take it back," I said.
He shook his head and began to swallow. I kissed him again and rode the wave with him. We held it tight for a long moment then eased apart.
"Whew!" he whispered.
"I didn't know if you would let me do that," I said.
"I didn't know if I would either."
"Why did you?"
"You were showing me something, I didn't want to waste the opportunity." Then he asked me, "Getting fucked hasn't screwed up your life, has it? I mean, you've been fucked a lot, by your own admission."
"No, I can't say that being bi has screwed up my life at all, but it would make life a lot less complicated if I didn't like getting fucked so much," I said, smiling. "Why, are you afraid getting fucked might mess up your life?"
"I wonder if....if I might be bi. I mean, I really liked it," he said.
"I don't know, that's something only you can decide."
"How do I tell?" he asked.
"I really don't know how to answer that. I don't know what the straight to gay ratio is that determines whether you're bi."
"When did you decide you were bi, or gay?"
"I think I always knew but I hadn't faced it. It was a long time before I came to grips with it."
"But you're okay with it now."
"Yes. Have to be, `cause that's the way it is. Life was less complicated after I faced it."
"So the demons don't come in the middle of the night?"
"Have you got demons?" I asked with a concerned frown. "How do you feel right now about what we've done?"
"All mixed up inside," he said.
I laughed. "All mixed up inside your head or inside your ass?"
"Inside my ass, for sure. It feels like everything's trying to find its way back where it belongs."
"What about your head?"
"I don't know. I wanted it, I know that for sure. And I liked it. But I'm just surprised I did it, that's all."
"What about guilt? Remorse?" I asked.
He shrugged. "No. Maybe later, but I don't feel any of that right now."
"I gotta ask you something, Brad. Not for me, for you, `cause you're going to be faced with it.....did you like it well enough to wanta do it again?"
He took a long breath and let it out slowly. "Right this minute, basking in the aftermath, I'd have to say yes." He smiled and went on. "You know what I was thinking when you were fucking me? I was thinking three-way with my girlfriend....you fucking me while I fuck her. What does that say about me?"
"I think it says you're pretty normal. I think every guy fantasizes about a three way, although maybe not in that configuration. Most guys I think fantasize about having two women at the same time. It would take a very open-minded woman to go for your fantasy."
"I doubt she would go for it," he said.
"If she doesn't, we could probably find a third guy and make it an all-male three-way," I offered.
"Fuck, you just kick started my curiosity," he joked. "I guess it'll be a battle between my head and my ass, whether I get fucked again," he said, laughing.
I was thinking I should go and leave Brad with his thoughts to sort out but he offered me another beer.
"If you've got time," he said.
"I've got all the time in the world."
"Good, `cause I think my ass is winning out." He laughed. "I think with a little convincing, I could do that again."
"I'm good if you are," I said.
"The first time was so awesome but it was like, what the fuck is happening?....what the fuck am I doing?" he said.
"And you wanta do it again and find out if it was really as good as you thought?"
"Maybe, something like that."
We talked for a while and drank our beer. At one point I asked him how he was feeling. He said "ready" and laughed.
"I don't believe I'm saying this, turning down such a fine ass, but I think you ought to think it over....let it soak in what happened. Maybe wait till your girl gets back and see how things are with her."
"You mean make a comparison," he said.
"Not necessarily. I mean get totally involved with her, and see where this ranks in your thoughts and the scheme of things."
"You mean make a comparison," he said again.
"Okay, if that's how you see it. Just keep in mind, you can be bi and be happily married. You can also be happily married and also have sex with guys. It all depends on your mindset. Like me, I don't consider it cheating if I have sex with guys, but I have never and would never have sex with another woman. You have to decide where your mind is on that. But I will tell you, I think you would be smarter to make that decision beforehand instead of years into your marriage."
"Thanks for the advice." He gave me his mischievous grin. "Does that mean you're not going to fuck me again if I ask you to?"
"Hell, no. Do you really think I'm that noble?" I said, laughing.
"Well, I'm not going to ask you to. My ass is screaming, you idiot, but I'm going to take your advice," he said.
I did plant the seeds, though. I said, "Depending on your decision, I'm just a phone call away."
Maybe I shouldn't have, but I planted other seeds as well. I mentioned the gay club in Indianapolis. I told him if he ever wanted to live out his fantasy three-way, or a full-fledged orgy, there would be plenty of guys there. He didn't say yes or no, but he smiled that mischievous smile of his. I don't know if we ever will, but I know he's not plagued with curiosity anymore about being fucked.
When I left, I was at the door, and I said, "Look, we didn't talk about the shoe being on the other foot. I'm also a phone call away if you need a tight ass to fuck."
He laughed and smacked my butt and squeezed it, and said, "That's good to know."
That was about three months ago, and I haven't gotten a phone call.
End for now