Martin's History 4
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We spent the next couple of days either in bed, or exploring the city and having nice meals, checking out the museums and generally not thinking about work, or our lives back home. Sex with Marek was a revelation to me. I had never been with someone so open and free with his excitement and free with expressing pleasure and giving it. It had never felt this way with Linda. I always felt I needed to be careful, or I needed permission.
On Friday we lay in bed all morning. We were so lazy we used the coffee maker in the room since we didn't even want to get dressed to call room service, despite a little fantasy of mine that was sitting in the back of my mind about what this might look like. Those porn narratives die hard.
We were lying in bed, dozing, and I realized I was getting hungry, and a little restless. I was lying with my head on Marek's chest and I was just looking at his cock lying there looking so innocent. I remembered where it had been the night before and a little zing of energy went right to my balls. I slid down and started licking his soft cock, liking his balls, sucking them in one at a time. With a moan, he shifted position, turning over so his dick, which was now hard, was pointing down toward my mouth and he pulled me closer and he just took me down in his mouth with a moan.
I liked the feeling of the weight of him above me, and the wet intensity of him on my cock. I swallowed as much of him as I could, pulling him toward me, my hands on his ass and he began to push with his hips, driving his cock a little deeper, then out. It was a position I had never experienced, just feeling the weight of him, feeling the flow of his cock in my mouth. I grabbed his ass more tightly and pushed a little harder as his mouth stayed busy on me, now licking the underside of my balls, licking down to my asshole, although it wasn't my favourite thing, but I knew he liked it.
His balls were squashing on my nose every time he thrust forward, and his dick hit the back of my throat and I was a little lost in all the feelings, as if my body was waking up in way it never had before. There was an intensity to this and I new I couldn't hold out much longer, and, judging by how hard he was pumping into my mouth and the sounds he was trying to make around my cock, I knew he wasn't either. A few more thrusts downward, almost too much for me, and then one more really deep and I felt his cock harden and then spurt into my throat, and my mouth when he pulled back and I could feel him moan into my cock.
My body practically lit on fire and I came in a big burst into his mouth. I could feel my juices run down my cock and out of his mouth while I struggled to swallow amid all the pleasure, and his girth still filling my mouth. It was like a summer storm: fast, intense and when it was done, him leaning back and gasping, cum dribbling from his mouth, me just lying there, his cock still in my mouth, my tongue exploring the head, and we were still.
He slid himself out of my mouth and turned himself around, his head on my chest. "That never gets old, does it?"
I laughed and leaned in to kiss him. "Nope. It gets better." And I sighed, feeling a contentment that I didn't think was possible. And his smell...that cologne that at first I thought was too much. I wanted to smell it forever.
We lay for a while, dozing again. I wasn't so restless, but still feeling like an adolescent, I could feel I still had reserves of energy, as if some switch had gone off in me that had been waiting for decades. I sat up and reached for the card that was still on the table by the bed.
"What if...?"
"Really?"
"I know, it's a bit radical given how new all this is for me. But I'm...I don't know...curious. Am I a freak?"
Marek laughed, rubbing my back. "No. You're not a freak. But you sure are making up for lost time. Are you sure?" He took the card from me. I could see the wheels turning in his head. I was starting to see how he worked and I liked that I was getting to know him.
"I don't know...maybe not sure. But I really like the idea of us sharing this with someone..." and I indicated the mess of the bed. "Sharing you with someone. You sharing me. Whatever. It's more than just a turn on. Well it is a turn on, that's true. But it's like you said, the idea of being with while you explore someone else, feeling pleasure with someone else, it feels so...I don't know. Intimate, I guess. I don't think I would want it very often, but right now, I want to try, with you. And maybe this guy. What do you think?"
Marek looked thoughtful for a few moments. He was lying there just looking at me. Then he reached up and pulled me down to him and kissed me a few times. After looking into my eyes for a moment, he said "I'm all for it. I'm a little surprised you are, but not because I think you shouldn't but this is all so...new to you."
"I know. It's weird. Linda and I once had the chance to be with another couple. It was kind of strange. We were all a bit drunk. This was before Sadie came along. I haven't thought about this in years...anyway...but the two of them had clearly thought about this before coming over to our house, because they seemed to know what they were doing. The wife was sitting right beside me on the sofa and she kind of leaned into me. I remember looking at Linda and she looked kind of mad...and I was feeling...I don't even know. But I just got up and went to the bathroom. That was it. They left not long after and Linda and I never talked about it." I leaned in and kissed Marek's neck, tasting his skin. "If it had been the husband...I wonder if things might have turned out differently. I could taste Marek in my mouth still.
"I wonder what would have happened if you had both gone along for the ride. Your marriage sounds like it wasn't that great, if you don't mind me saying."
"No. Your right. It wasn't. It took me...well, meeting you to really realize it." I kissed his shoulder and his chin. Marek put his hands on both sides of my face and just looked at me, he kissed each cheek, then my forehead, then my lips. It was so gentle and so intense.
"Why don't you call that guy? See what he's up for?" "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I think it will be fun...that's a dumb word. You know what I mean."
"I do." I grabbed my phone from the beside the bed and made the call.
Tim suggested we go to his apartment which was not that far from our hotel. Walking in the nighttime streets, warm and quiet, we didn't say much, but I was excited and nervous in equal measure.
He buzzed us up, and we found ourselves sitting on a sofa in a small, but lovely apartment. Tim was in an armchair opposite us. By this point, I was quite nervous, but Marek seemed to take over, making small talk, admiring the place. Finally I found my voice.
"Tell us about yourself. Are you from Ottawa?"
"Oh gosh no. I'm from a little town in British Columbia that no one has ever heard of." He almost looked embarrassed. He had big blue eyes and curly brown hair. He was wearing tight jeans that I realized were a little distracting. He was...very handsome. Again, a thought I was not used to having.
"How long have you two been together?"
I was not prepared for the question. Before I could find some words, Marek said, "Oh, not too long. Long enough to know what we like." Oh, so this is when things start getting playful, I thought.
Tim smiled. "So what do you two like?"
I found my voice. "I think we're just figuring that out." I stopped and swallowed. "I guess that's why we're here...to find out." I stopped and just looked into his blue eyes.
Marek's voice beside me almost startled me. "Why don't you come over here and join us?"
Tim's smile broadened and he got up and sat beside me on the sofa. I realized I had a lovely guy on either side of me. "Can I..." and I reached out and ran my hand through Tim's hair, his curls feeling soft in my hand. He just looked at me, still smiling.
Marek spoke this time. "I want to see you two kiss."
I looked at Tim and a little shock of electricity went through my body and settled in my groin. I liked it when Marek took charge. I really did. I leaned in to Tim and our lips met, at first quite softly. He tasted different than Marek, his tongue, when it met mine, was longer and seemed more mobile as it explored my mouth, entwining with mine. I felt Tim's arm go around my shoulders and he pulled me in. I realized I was getting a bit nervous, suddenly feeling like I wasn't sure what to do next. I pulled back and looked into those blue eyes.
"Everything ok?"
"I think so...why don't you and Marek..." and I got up and moved to the other side of him. Marek slid over and he took Tim's face in his hands and leaned in. What they did was far more intense, and I could hear them moan into each other's mouths. As I watched, Tim somehow found my hand and put it in his lap and I realized that I could be doing something while they explored each other's mouths. I managed to undo those tight jeans and, with Tim's help, I pulled them down and his underwear came with them. His cock was a little smaller than ours, but fatter and it was hard. I just looked at it for a second while they continued to kiss, Marek I noticed kissing him behind his ear, and rubbing his nipple under his shirt.
I was getting uncomfortable in my pants, so I undid them and unzipped the fly and as I did so I leaned down and took this new cock in my mouth, still feeling awkward, but this only lasted a minute as the taste of
Tim took all my attention. He had a light, musky scent that was like a drug and he tasted like...I don't even know what. Not like Marek, that's for sure. Above me they continued kissing, but Tim was moaning a little louder. I looked up and saw Marek pulling Tim's shirt off and throwing it across the room, leaving him naked on the sofa, his pants around his ankles.
I could feel Marek sliding down to join me on Tim, and he began to suck his balls, one by one, and lick the bottom of his cock, while I explored the head. Whatever nervousness I had was gone and my mouth, my head, my whole body wanted to explore. A few times we kissed around Tim's dick, our tongues wild, then sharing the hardness between us, sharing the taste of another guy. Almost breathless, I got us and ripped off my shirt, then my pants. I wanted to be naked and I felt like I couldn't stand my clothes any more.
Tom slid on to the floor, which felt like an invitation, so I stepped forward and he took my cock in his hand and stroked it a few times, then brought it to his mouth, swallowing me whole. I threw my head back and moaned. I heard Marek's voice behind me.
"Lube?"
Tim, without stopping what he was doing, pointed down the hall. I looked down at him, his head bobbing on me, his fist on his own hardness, slowly jacking himself. I felt Marek behind me again, and I knew what was happening. I wanted it to happen, as his hand began to slick up my ass, his fingers exploring inside me for a moment, then he pushed himself forward and in, putting his arms around my chest. "Is this good?" I heard in my ear.
"This is good." There was a little part of my brain that wondered what I was doing, as if this much pleasure might be wrong in some way, but mostly I began to get lost in the sensations, the feeling of Tim's mouth taking me down to the root, the feeling of Marek inside me, so familiar even though it was still kinda new for anyone to be inside me like that. It felt amazing, and that's what seemed to be important.
Marek started to thrust a bit faster, his hands tightening around me chest, his cock driving forward deeper and Tim seemed to follow suit, sucking me deeper, and holding the base my streaming dick with one hand, sliding up and down while his mouth worked on the end. I was gasping a little, and I could feel Marek's breath on the back of my neck, and this whole giant train of intensity starting quietly to burn in the tip of my dick, getting hotter with each of Marek's thrusts, each time Tim pumped my dick in his mouth and I could feel myself slip off the edge and I threw my head back with a gasp and began to unload into Tim who kept sliding on my pulsing dick, dribbles of my cum slipping out of his mouth. Marek's arms grasped me even more tightly and with a little gasp he began driving even harder, almost pushing me over, then froze and I knew he was over the edge, filling me and I could feel the wetness of him when he began to fuck me again, more slowly, almost gently. Tim pulled off my still dripping cock and threw himself on the sofa, his cock hard and red. His hand was pumping it with determination. I turned and looked at Marek, gave him a kiss then got on the sofa so that my mouth was over Tim's streaming dick. Marek followed me and we both took turned sucking the head of his cock as Tim's hand worked a little faster until he almost cried out and cum erupted out of it into my mouth, both of our mouths.
I felt almost overwhelmed by all the sensations and tastes. I licked my lips and swallowed and Marek, watching me, leaned in and kissed me. "You all right?"
"I'm just fine." And I kissed him back. I looked up at Tim and smiled. He ruffled my hair and I watched as Marek kissed him softly. Tim laughed.
"You two are something else. That was fantastic!"
I laughed, although I felt like I couldn't think very clearly. I sat back on the sofa and closed my eyes. So much had just happened and I felt both amazing and a little confused. Tim got up and went to the kitchen where I heard water running. He came back with glasses of water for us, which was a very good idea.
The water seemed to help clear my head and something was clear to me all of a sudden. "Well Tim, that was amazing, but I think I need to get outside and clear my head. How about you Marek?"
I could tell he understood me somehow. "Yeah. Thanks for an amazing time. But we should get back to our hotel."
Tim seemed a little confused. "You guys don't want to stay? We can take a rest and see what else happens...?"
"Nah. Thanks, but I think that was enough for one night." I said it and it felt true. We sorted out our clothes and slowly got dressed. I knew Tim wasn't sure why we were leaving, but I couldn't explain it to him, since I wasn't completely sure I had the words myself, but Marek seemed to get it. We kissed Tim and I couldn't help but squeeze his ass, and we left.
We walked along the quiet streets holding hands, not speaking. The air was cool and I could feel my ability to think coming back. I looked up at the stars, which were spread out and seemed to be telling us something. I found my voice.
"You know Marek," and I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "That was amazing and I was so glad to be there with you and all, but it was...too much. Too much information or something. I'm not sure I want that to happen again, or at least any time soon. What about you?"
"Well...I guess you should know it's not the first time I've done that...I mean with three...but with you it felt different. I really just wanted it to be you. Tim's a sweet guy, I guess, but I was more interested in you and me. Like, I guess I feel maybe there is a you and me...I'm really into you, Martin. I don't think I want to share you just yet." He leaned in and kissed me. "I know, I know, we barely know each other, but I'm usually right about these things."
I felt my face getting hot, with pleasure and a crazy, nice feeling in my belly. "A 'you and me'...that's it...that's what I've been tripping over since...well since we all got off. And you're right, we barely know each other but I really want to find out about you and me. It's been so long since I felt like there was something different than what I've lived with for...fuck...fifteen odd years...I really want to find out."
We just looked at each other, then, still holding hands, walked back to the hotel.
Without a word, we took off our clothes and got into bed, sleep coming quickly.
I woke several hours later and could hear Marek's breathing beside me. I slid my hand down his belly to his cock which was hard as rock, I was surprised to feel.
"I was waiting for you to wake up." He laughed in my ear.
With a rush of energy, I jumped up and grabbed the lube from beside the bed. I took his cock in my mouth while I opened it up and smeared some on my cock, then lifted his legs and got him all slippery, exploring his ass with my fingers, then slicking up my cock again. I positioned myself over him, looking into his eyes in the dim, urban light, and pushed my dick slowly, achingly, into him. I pushed his back even further as I thrust into him a bit more forcefully, and I was close enough then to kiss him, so that our lips were in contact as I felt a burst of energy and with silent permission from him, really began a more intense rhythm, our tongues dancing together.
It didn't take long since for some reason I was primed and after only a few minutes I was at the brink and I managed to say "I'm going to fill you up..." and I did, with a less intense, but somehow more powerful few thrusts of my hips and when my body stopped twitching, I felt very peaceful. I slid out of Marek, who was jerking his cock and I leaned down just as he came and took the head of his dick in my mouth, tasting his now familiar cum, swallowing and licking, sucking the last few drops as they ran down the side of his cock.
I lay back beside him and we both sighed at the same time, and we laughed into each other's mouths. I leaned back and whispered in his ear, "That felt better, that felt like what I want."
"Yeah. It was. Let's just keep this between us. Maybe some other time if we're still together we can find someone to share with, but right now I don't want to share you with anyone. Sound good."
My reply was to kiss him, then we both slept.