As a closeted gay student at a very conservative college in Minnesota, I had gone without sex for several years. Now though, out of the blue, Steve, the pilot who had taken my virginity back in high school had reappeared in my life and we were lying together in bed basking in the afterglow of our orgasms together.
We lay still in bed for a while, but soon he suggested we take a shower together before round two. Just like the first time during the blizzard in Montana, I enjoyed running my fingers over every inch of Steve's tight muscular body. I gazed into his handsome face with those piercing blue eyes and the little cleft in the center of his chin that I remembered so well in my fantasies. I lathered soap into his golden chest hair, feeling his pecs and perfect abs. I made him groan when I rubbed my soapy thumbs gently over his nipples. My hands roamed south down the treasure trail and I ran the soap through the darker blonde pubes before gently grasping his softened cock. I love the feeling of a soft cock, and I traced around his cockhead with my soapy fingers before cupping his balls. He leaned down toward me and our lips touched, then his tongue flicked out into my welcoming mouth. I reached around to grasp his firm ass in my hand, and soon I had my soapy finger up his asshole massaging his prostate, Steve groaned and said "That is what I miss being married. My wife won't play with my ass, and I have been dreaming of having your cock up there again." "With pleasure," I replied, and started working to slowly open his hole so he could take my fat cock more easily.
Steve turned around and bent over to give me easier access. Using the soap as lube, I ran my fingers around the rim, sliding first one, then two fingers in and massaging his prostate. "Use your tongue" he commanded. In my inexperience I had never even thought of this, but I rinsed off the soap and tentatively stuck out my tongue. As soon as my tongue made contact Steve started quivering. "You have no idea how good that feels" he gasped, urging me on. I held his cheeks apart and dove in with gusto. I flicked his rosebud with my tongue, then licked down toward his balls. It turned me on to give him such obvious pleasure, lapping his perineum with my tongue. I could feel his heavy balls resting on my chin as I probed around him, but eventually he got back up saying "Your turn now!"
He didn't need to ask me twice. I had never experienced feelings like this, being so vulnerable with another man. The forbidden nature of what we were doing only added to the excitement and soon my thick uncut cock was again dripping with precum.
After a while, we got out and dried each other off. I could not keep my hands off him, and I think he wanted to touch me just as much. Steve led me over to the bed and pushed me down on my back, before reaching over for the condoms and lube on the nightstand.
I loved the snug feel of the rubber as he unrolled it onto my dick and slathered it with lube. "I haven't done this since we were last together, so we will have to go slow," he told me. He straddled my body, and looked into my eyes as he lowered himself slowly onto my throbbing cock. I felt my dickhead pressing at his sphincter, and heard him gasp as it popped in. As he held still to become accustomed to the intrusion, I reached up again to feel his magnificent chest. "Pinch my tits" he commanded, and as I did he gave a moan and slid a bit further down my shaft. I loved the feeling of his hot tight hole, and he slowly added pressure and slid down on top of me. We stayed just like that for a while, and I could feel him all the way down, resting on my pubic bone. The warm wetness was almost too much for me, and I slowly started to grind my hips up against him. This made his eyes roll back and he gave another groan. "That's what I wanted" he told me as he raised himself so my engorged head was just barely still inside him. Then he dropped himself back down, meeting my thrusting hips. Steve was fully in charge this time, grinding around on me to hit that magic spot inside him. His cock jutted out in front of him, bouncing on my abs as he rocked up and down on my throbbing rod. I reached to the nightstand and got some lube, and soon I was jerking him to the same rhythm as he impaled himself on me. I held his cock in my hand, and with my lubed up thumb I rubbed little circles around the underside of his cockhead.
Steve leaned down and kissed me as he rode my cock, his hard dick pressed between us. Little by little, we moved together increasing the tempo and soon he was plunging up and down on me as I pistoned his cock back and forth. I watched him, fascinated, as his head and shoulders flushed red and his cock thickened and got even harder in my hand. His first jet of come hit me on the chin the same time as I exploded inside of him. I watched the ecstasy written on Steve's face as we both pumped gush after gush of come.
"God that was good" we both said at the same time and then burst out laughing together. He made a move to get off of me, but I held him down. "I want to stay inside you for a while. It feels great." "OK," he replied, leaning down to kiss me again. I raised my knees a bit so I wouldn't slip out, and we just stayed there, chest to chest, hearts beating together as I softened inside him and we came down from our highs.
Later on it felt so good to spoon together with my back against his chest after we had turned out the lights. I could feel the warmth of his muscular body behind me, his softened cock nestled against my ass and his arm draped over me. I felt so secure with Steve at my back as we nodded off to sleep together.
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