Me and Rick

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Picking up where I left off. Email me if you have comments or criticisms or whatever.

Parking the car in the motel lot, wondering as I always do if anyone might see my car there, I was replaying that kiss. I had been playing and replaying it on the drive over there. My phone buzzed. Text. The message, "314." I got out of the car, walked up the stairs and along the outside balcony walkway to room 314. The door was ajar. I walked in.

Since that first time in the car in the park, when he sucked me off, and when he kissed me in that way that seemed like I'd never been kissed before, Rick and I had gotten together maybe once every two months. We did the park one more time, but that just didn't work for me. That second time I went down on him again, after we had kissed and fondled each other and after he had sucked and licked my cock for a while. I ran my tongue around his foreskin and licked up and down his delicious shaft. I went after his balls but he pushed me off.

"Ohh, ohh, too sensitive, man..."

But he never seemed to get the idea that if I went after his balls it might be because I love the feeling of light fingers on my own sac and a light tongue and then the sense of them in his mouth. If I said,

"suck my balls." He did it, but it didn't exactly seem to be part of his repertoire. Which really for him was mostly about kissing, especially with me on top of him, sucking my dick, getting seriously fucked and getting me to pull out in time to taste my cum. But he was still open to variation, being somewhat new to the game.

Anyway that second time in the park, he pushed his trousers and briefs down and pulled his legs back.

"Fuck me."

I played with his sweet rosy hole, a dropped a load of spit in there and gently rubbed it around as he moaned. He pulled out the condom and lube. "No, man." I just couldn't do it in the car. "I want to have you the right way, in a bed, when we have time so we can really do it."

He was clearly disappointed, but I made it up to him by sucking his cock some more and playing with that pussy. He went back to my cock. I pushed him off and started working his dick with my mouth and hand. Now he was panting. He's gasping.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming." I really wanted to take that cock in my mouth and swallow his juice, like he'd done mine the week before, but I just couldn't quite do it. I've swallowed a few loads in my day but not for a long time. I'm pretty sure though that it's only a matter of time, assuming we manage to keep hooking up, that I take Rick's cream in my mouth.

With his body jerking, I put my hand behind his head and pull his mouth down on my cock. He's clearly very turned on, but also in the post-cum moment, but he goes for it and starts to suck me like a crazy man, up and down, his tongue and throat licking and squeezing. In seconds I'm shooting jets in his mouth and he hungrily swallows it all.

He lies back in the driver's seat, still panting. He looks down.

I say, "you've got your cum on your shirt."

He's not wearing a tie, but he's dressed for work in slacks and a nice pullover shift.

"Wow."

"How will you explain those stains?"

"Don't worry. I'll get them cleaned off. "

I gently rub his chest through the shirt and then run my fingers across his face. This is more than I can usually muster after I cum. If I'm with a guy after a couple of minutes of cumming I lose all my sex drive--might take 10 minutes to get some back. I always tell myself before hand that I'm going to gather the guy in my arms, I'm going to stroke him, I'm going to follow him into the shower and play with his cock and suck him again and maybe have another round of action, but all that really happens is that after I cum, I feel like I just want to get out of there. I find the room gross, the smell disgusting and I just want to get dressed and escape.

Back in his car, admiring his cum stains, I'm somehow less turned off than I am in a room.

"I really want to have sex with you. We need to find a place and do it right."

"I agree," he says. "I think I know a place."

And that's how we became fuck buddies.

By this time, back in the parking lot of the motel by the freeway, we've had sex, maybe I'd even say, made love, six or seven times--about once every two months. After the first couple of times, when he was set to retire, he decided to break it off. I said, "fine." It had been in one of those motel rooms and I was still in that down time after hot sex, so it didn't really bother me at all. He kissed me though. Next time I'm going to ask him what that was really about. A few weeks after he had called a halt and I had deleted his cell phone number and most of his emails, I recalled that I still had one of his emails. I sent him a message:

"This is crazy. You and I are perfectly suited for each other. You turn me on. I turn you on, at least I think I do. And we both have exactly the same limits and the same concern with discretion." And then I added some pretty graphic explanation of what I hoped to do with him if we met again. He emailed me back almost immediately.

"I'm sorry. I was being stupid. I want you. I want to feel your cock in me." Within a couple of days we were naked, in a bed in a cheap motel, clawing at each other's bodies.

I don't quite understand how his life is organized. My wife and I spend a lot of time together but we don't keep close track of each other. We've got our freedom. But of course we both work. Rick had been hoping to pick up another job after he retired, but it seems like it hasn't worked out. And apparently it's hard for him to get away without a detailed explanation. That day when we met in the motel by the freeway, his wife was out of town for a couple days. Of course for all I know his whole life story is made up and he's partnered up with another gay man. But it doesn't seem like it. His story stays consistent, and he did give me his business card. Any time I really put my mind to it I could track him down.

So there I was in the motel parking lot. The cell phone made the text message sound. And there it was on the screen, "314". And like I said, I climbed up to the third floor, walked along the balcony. At Room 314 the door was ajar and I pushed it open and walked in.

There he was. Standing off to the right, dressed in casual clothes, with the look he always has on his face when we first meet--like a bad boy about to do something naughty. I find this man impossibly sexy, but he's not really handsome. And he's showing his years. We're both in pretty good shape, but both of us have lines on our faces, and thinning hair, his dark and mine lighter. Both of us have some skin that's sagging. But still I find him incredibly hot.

"You are so fucking hot," putting my thoughts into words. "Did you miss me?"

"You have no fucking idea," is his reply. I'm masculine, but not really a guy's guy. I'm not into sports in a huge way, and I find it hard to trade guy small talk. Rick isn't like me. He fits right in or at least I get the sense that he does. I have never seen the slightest surface hint that he's gay, that he likes men. Except of course when I hear him panting out those magic words, "fuck me now." Or when he looks up at me with just a bit of my cum dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

I walk over to him and I take my hand and lightly run my fingers over the side of his face, and down his neck. He's breathing a little heavier. I keep on running my fingers around his neck, glancing across his ear, lightly over the hairs on the back of his neck. He shivers. I lightly move my thumb across his lips, edging closer to him. His tongue pushes out to lick my thumb.

"Oh God." Which one of thus said that? Both?

With my fingers on the back of his neck again, I pull him closer. I can feel the muscles in his back relax. I feel his hot breath on my face. He feels mine. I'm still just using my right hand. Fingers behind his neck, my thumb lightly rubbing back and forth on the top of his cheekbone.

"Oh baby, I've missed you," he whispers.

"You have no fucking idea," I repeat his thought.

I apply just a bit more pressure to the back of his neck and now our lips just slightly touch.

We groan, "ohhhhh." Together. Our tongues dart out and we lightly lick the tip of each other's tongue. Rough passion is rising. This tentative touching, this delicious, tantalizing teasing can't last much longer. My thumb presses in to the side of his face, my finger tighten on the back of his neck, and I reach out around his back with my left arm and pull him into me from the small of his back. His lower back muscles release and he pushes his crotch into mine at just the same time that our mouths meet. Now both my hands are on the sides of his face. I've lost any kind of sense of taking it slow. I kiss him hard, and deep and long, his arms wrapped around my back, grinding into me. We kiss and kiss, me pushing my tongue deep into his throat and then him pushing back. Then our tongues are licking and battling. And then for a while I relax the pressure, and hold the back of his head gently with my right hand and just let our lips meet

and kiss and kiss. I feel like I'm in another place entirely, the bland motel room disappears and its just our lips, and faces, and bodies locked together. We go on like that it seems like forever. Now and then I move from his lips to his eyes, to his ears, but of course the neck is off limits.

"No marks." My neck is also off limits. We are perfectly in agreement.

Usually our fuck sessions last about an hour. This one is going to be longer.

Eventually we pull apart and I begin to unbutton his shirt. I pull it out of his pants and reach under and rub my hands on his chest and back. He moans again. I lightly tweak his nipples.

Those magic words, "Oh God, Jim." I have come to realize that for me anyway, those few words, or a moan, raise my temperature. I read in Craigslist or in Nifty about anonymous sex. I don't get that. I don't have to really know the person, but I don't want them to be anonymous. I want them to respond and how me with words and actions how they are feeling and what they like. One time I arranged a Craigslist hook up in a local hotel, and the guy insisted on having the lights out. I think he didn't want to be reminded that I was a man. But I found it creapy. We finally compromised on a little light.

Rick and I haven't talked a lot about what we really like. It drives me wild to feel a man's fingers just lightly brushing across my chest, the inside of my thighs, my ass, my balls. Burying my face in Rick's armpit, if he hasn't applied too much deodorant, is enough to make my cock rock hard. With Rick, I need to give him instructions, but he's good about following them, at least until he gets so worked up that he needs more of my mouth or my cock.

He's unbuttoning my shirt now and I'm pulling his over his head. He starts to pull away to throw the rest of his clothes off. But I pull him back to me and lock his mouth on mine. We're both breathing heavily now and moaning into each other.

I turn him around and push him onto the bed. He's the guy's guy, but it's understood that I do the pushing. He's flat on his back with his feet on the floor and I'm on top of him, driving my tongue into his mouth.

"You are so hot."

"YOU're so hot."

"Have you been thinking about me?" Sometimes in an email I tell him about how in the shower, or lying in bed, I've imagined us together. And it's sort of true, but it's also a good way to get him crazy enough to find a way to get away from his wife. And also to introduce some small new twist to our love-making. A few months ago, he started writing about he would pull my cheeks open and bury his tongue in my ass. While I was driving over to the motel I was wondering if that was on the menu or if it was still a fantasy for him.

Enough of this foreplay. We both pull away and stand up, ripping our clothes off, eyes locked on each other.

"Fuck, I want you."

Rick is down on his knees with his mouth on my cock. He's licking the head and going down on me. My legs feel like jelly. I'm twitching. I need to sit down. I back on to the bed, with his mouth attached to my dick. I lie back on the sheets and spread by legs.

"Lick my balls."

Reluctantly he lets go of my cock with his mouth, but replaces it with his hand, and starts working his tongue on my sack. That's enough to drive me crazy.

"Jesus, don't stop. That feels so great. Baby, get your tongue under my balls."

And his tongue darts down to that sensitive point just below my balls. I clench my ass and without thinking thrust forward. He's back sucking my cock.

"Oh god, oh god. Do you like to taste that cock?"

He pulls up for a moment and fixes a stare into my eyes. "I love your cock."

My turn. I pull him up onto the bed and move into the middle. I get my arms around him, and launch into a deep kiss. He responds like a mad man, grinding his hard cock into me, licking my tongue, pushing his tongue into my mouth, clawing at me with his hands. I entwine my fingers in his and pin his hands over his head. I'm sitting on his chest. I go in for another long, deep, wet kiss. And then drag my tongue across his chest, back and forth from nipple to nipple, back and forth. He's moaning now. And then sliding my tongue down across his stomach and bury my face in his crotch and breathe deeply. Christ, how great he smells.

We go back and forth like that for a while, but it's mostly me touching and licking him from head to toe. When Rick gets too crazy he grabs my face and kisses me, or he gets his mouth on my cock and starts to suck like crazy.

I'm flat on my back now and he's kneeling next to me.

"Lick my balls baby," I smile at him.

He gets between my legs and starts to work on my balls. I'd like a lighter touch, and maybe his fingers lightly on the hairs on my sack and on the inside of my thighs. But I'm not complaining. His mouth feels really good.

I arch my back and spread my legs a bit. "mmmm, yes baby, that feels good."

Rick pushes my legs up and apart. His tongue laps under my balls. I grab onto my legs and pull them back toward my chest and his tongue drops down toward my asshole. He's pulling my cheeks apart and bury's his face there.

"Oh, God."

His tongue begin to lick my hairy hole. A sensation like a jolt runs through me. My cock has never been this hard. I'm twisting and writhing and arching my back. "oh yes baby, don't stop. Don't stop." Time stands still. I'm lost in a little world of sensation running through my body. My skin is tingling. "Yes baby, yes baby."

He comes up for air and I catch my breath. I roll over and move around until I'm straddling him, with my face in his crotch, licking and sucking his cock, his pubes, his balls. Rick is struggling to get my cock in his mouth, then he's licking it. Then my balls. Then he reach around and pulls my cheeks apart and begins to lick again.

I'm in a frenzy. I push his legs apart and bend his legs back, exposing his sweet hairless pussy with my hands. Without thinking I cross another bridge. I dive in with my mouth and tongue and begin to lick and suck on his hole. The smell and taste make me even crazier.

I hear from him some muffled "oh, oh, eh, ohs," as he whimpers and cries out as he continues to rim me. I'm beginning to feel this is almost too intense. "baby, baby."

We pull away and just lap on our cocks. "I want you in me," I hear him say. "I need your cock in my ass. I need you to fuck me."

The last time we fucked, he sat on my cock. Today I roll him on his stomach and tear open the condom packet. I roll it on to my dick and lube it up. On my knees I push his legs apart and start to massage his smooth ass. I lay down on top of him and turn his head and pull him in for a deep kiss. I begin to work my dick back and forth between his ass cheeks. I pull him up on hand and knees, and whisper, "you ready baby?"

"Give it to me."

But I know he's also a bit scared. He's got a tight ass, and when I push in it hurts him pretty bad.

I line up the head with his hole. I feel his body tense up. "I'll be gentle."

"Common Jim, just give it to me." He's drawing in little gasps of air.

It takes a little work to get inside him. Getting the right angle. Looking down I watch the head of my cock press up against his hole. He draws in breath. About half the head is in.

"Wait."

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"No. Just wait."

I wait, gently funning my fingers up and down his back. Listening to his breathing get easier and more even. And I'm pushing a bit. Most of the head is in now.

"Give it to me."

I press in now and I feel this unbelievable sensation running through my dock and balls and ass. I'm thinking I might come. I try to get control of my breathing. I pause. "Is it ok?" I ask him. I sound considerate, but it's really more about me not cumming. I used to have something of a problem in that area. An advantage of getting old and getting more experience is that I can make it last a bit. I press all the way in, feeling my body right up against his. I wrap my arms around him and massage his chest and play with his nipples. I drop one hand down to his cock as I begin a kind of corkscrew motion.

"Oh, oh," I hear him make these little sounds, that tell me he's feeling good. The little sounds the other guy makes are incredibly erotic to me. I real moan, or an "oh baby," sends shivers of ecstasy up and down my spine. Rick needs to be prompted, but he can get into it.

"Oh baby. Give it to me. Fuck me."

Rick isn't really looking for a long fuck. HE always has to be some place else and after a bit it starts to hurt a bit. So I take I slow. Pulling out and slowly pushing back in. We go on for a while like this, I feel like I'm in heaven. I roll a bit on my side and pull him with me. I move my cock in and out and with my hand rub right below his balls. Wish this room had a better placed mirror.

I pull out.

"Oh. What happened baby?"

"Nothing. Turn on your back." He does what he's told. Mister macho has never told me what to do, although he does sometimes climb on top of me so he can ride my cock. That's as close as he gets to directing the action.

I once asked him which way he liked it best. His first answer, "Which ever way you like it best baby."

"Fuck that shit," I say. I want to know what YOU like, so I can make YOU feel good. But I guess really his sense of what is really making me feel good IS what makes him feel good. I think he has a preference for riding me.

So I tell him, "I like it with you on your back, so I can kiss you, stroke your cock, rub your chest, and, this is the big thing, look into your eye while we're fucking."

Of course that could happen with him riding me, but I wouldn't be really in control. The sensation for me, those feelings running up and down my cock, are that much more intense when I've got Rick on his back.

And I've got him on his back right now. I lean in and grab his face and we begin to kiss, as I begin to pick up the pace. He's gasping and chewing on my lips and wrapping his arms around my back. Then I grab his hands and our fingers entwine and I hold them down and stare intently into his eyes. This is turning him on.

"Oh fuck, baby. Fuck me."

I do that. The trigger edge is gone and now I have to do some serious work for my orgasm. The room isn't hot, but I'm starting to sweat and my breathing is ragged. Our slimy chests rub against each other. This is it.

"Oh Jesus. God. Fuck. Rick." My cock is throbbing inside him. I'm pounding away. I can feel him clenching his muscles and tightening down no my dick. It's on the edge of being too intense. I flop down on top of him.

Before I know it, he pulled away from me, pushed me on my back, pulled off the rubber and swallowed my still hard cock in his mouth, swallowing and licking. With Rick it's always a hard choice. Do I cum inside his ass or in his mouth? Now he's trying to have it both ways. But when you've had a good 30 minutes of fucking and you've cum the way I have, your cock can be pretty sensitive. I'm still feeling horny, I haven't dropped off the cliff yet, but his mouth is driving me wild--not exactly in a good way, but it's something to remember that's for sure. I push him off me, pin him down, gaze hard into his eyes and kiss him with an intensity that shocks him I can see. And there's that taste of my cum again.

I flop back on my back. He's on his knees with his cock over my chest, jerking off like a bad man. I grab his balls with my hand and begin to rub and tickle with my fingers. In a few seconds he's spurting cum on my chest. And then he's up. I follow him into the bathroom and we begin to clean up. Although I'm not feeling horny any more, I kind of like that feeling of his cum on me.

He steps into the shower. Then I follow. This is a cheap motel, so there isn't that much room. We've always showered one after the other before, but Rick is game. He starts to soap my back and down to my ass. I turn around and grab his cock. I soap it up and start to give it a good wash. He's cleaning his ass. I spin him around and tell him to put his hands up against the wall. "Assume the position." This is kind of funny and we both laugh. He had been sort of a law enforcement guy.

But he does it, and spreads his feet as best he can in the small tub. I take the soap and lather up my hand and begin to wash between his cheeks. I let my fingers slip in a bit. He sucks in some air but lets me continue.

Rick turns around and starts wash my hairy chest. He works down to my cock and balls. They're still tender.

I go down on my knees in the tub and take his softening cock in my mouth. "Jesus, it's sensitive." But I continue gently sucking and licking. I can feel it getting a bit bigger. I stroke his balls as the water streams onto my head and down my face.

"Oh baby," he pulls me up. We lock in a wet, water soaked kiss. "You're incredible, but I have to go."

He steps out, I turn the shower off and follow him. I rest my hand on his bare ass and begin to massage it. He turns around and kisses me hard. "You drive me fucking crazy." We get dressed and leave separately.