Shot Through the Heart

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Shot Through The Heart

The day had finally come. I'd soon be moving into my newly refurbished house, according to the contractor, Mr. Gorton. Well, hopefully it really would be done this time. Mr. Gorton or Marty the malefactor as I sometime referred to him, had promised that everything was finished and done exactly according to my specifications. According to him, all that was left was my final inspection and approval.

I'd found a great piece of beach front property with a decent house on it. The house itself had been something of a wreck, but it had a great view, lots of space and definite potential.

After six months of planning and a whole year of work I was finally happy with the results. Marty's reputation for excellent workmanship only slightly surpassed his reputation for being a reprobate. I had fired his ass several times over the past eighteen months, but somehow we'd always managed to work things out.

I pulled into the driveway and saw a workman's truck. I just assumed that it was one of Marty's.

As I stepped inside, I looked around. Everything seemed to be in order.

"Hey! Marty?" I yelled.

No answer. I walked in looking around to make sure that everything was as clean as I had specified.

We'd gone around and around about the fact that the finished product be immaculate. After all I was paying him top dollar so I expected a certain level of excellence. That included cleaning up after his workmen were done.

After a few seconds I saw a head pop up from behind the newly installed wet bar.

"Where's Gorton?" I demanded angrily.

"Well, I don't actually know where he is at the moment, but"

"What?" I interrupted, very irritated.

This wasn't the first time that Marty had stood me up, but it would surely be the last.

"But", The guy insisted, "He called me not long ago and said that he would be here any minute."

"Well, why the hell didn't he call me to say that he'd be late?"

"Hmmm, I really couldn't say." He said, politely. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

I didn't respond. I just walked around the house inspecting every little detail. Trying to find some fault that I could complain about. The workman simply went back to his task, which was cleaning out the cabinets that he'd just recently finished installing.

After I'd cooled down a bit, I went back into living room where the guy was finishing up. In all honesty, after walking around my newly reconditioned house, I was really quite pleased.

It finally struck me that I had been unduly rude to this workman. He was a really shabby looking guy with almost shoulder length dark curly hair and a three day old beard. His baggy assed work clothes only added to his unkempt look. But that was certainly no excuse for my behavior.

His eyeglasses were the old fashioned Buddy Holly kind which had probably made him even more invisible to me. He didn't look any different than the rest of the guys who'd worked here before.

There was certainly nothing remarkable about this guy, except the fact that I had been unnecessarily rude to him and that just wasn't me. For most of my life I'd made it a point to try to treat everyone with the same degree of respect I would expect. This was especially important now that I had quite a bit of money.

I slowly ambled back over to where he was working.

"Listen I'm sorry about all that. I'm Craig." I said, offering him my hand.

"Yes, I know who you are Mr. Brooks." He said accepting my hand with a smile and shaking it firmly. "And don't worry about it."

"Yeah, well, I really feel I should apologize to you for being so nasty earlier." I told him.

"Oh no, its no problem." He waved it off as unimportant. "Mr. Gorton has a way of pissing off all of his clients sooner or later."

As we gazed at each other, he removed his glasses. I finally noticed the color of his eyes and I was quite amazed. At first they seemed to be an almost liquid color of pale brown. Like the color of raw honey reflecting the early morning sun. They were the brilliantly luminescent.

In fact, upon closer inspection I discovered that his eyes weren't exactly brown. Well, not entirely brown I should say. There were flecks of green radiating out from the pupil, which blended and balanced the color.

I just stood staring at him like an idiot. I was immobilized by his eyes.

The stark contrast of his beautifully luminescent eyes and thick, black hair simply astounded me. In my entire life, I don't believe that I had ever seen eyes quite that color. Especially on a dark haired man.

Suddenly I realized that I was still holding his hand firmly in my grip. I relaxed my hand intending to break the handshake, but it was he who held onto my hand now.

I tried to stop staring. I backed my focus off his eyes and sort of looked past him, gazing around at the room. When I returned my eyes to him, I quickly took his full measure, looking him up and down. He just stood silently, kind of grinning at me.

Once again I tried to relinquish the handshake. But he only smiled and used his other hand to grasp mine more firmly and give it a few more pumps.

"I'm Jake Bauer by the way." He said in a low deep tone.

Not knowing what else to say I indicated to the job he'd just finished. "Well, you've certainly done a fine job on the bar Jake."

He continued to stared into my eyes, still holding my hand in his and smiling.

Finally I pulled my hand out his, trying not to use too much force. He looked me up and down, exactly as I'd done to him a moment ago, only he was far more obvious about it.

"The next move is up to you." His expression seem to say.

What the hell was going on here? I'd been able to resisted the flirtatious attempts of most other men before. And women too for that matter. What made him so special?

I really had no idea what to do next. I knew what I wanted to do, which was thank him for his work and walk away, but I was glued to the spot. I hate when I feel awkward and tense like this.

Who the fuck is this guy? More importantly why am I so attracted to him?

Suddenly, as if I were watching the actions of someone else, I saw my own hands reach out and start to unbutton his shirt. His eyes followed the movements of my hands, then he looked back up at me. He sort of cocked his head to the side and raised one eyebrow quizzically, as if silently asking, "What the hell are you doing?" I froze.

He saw the panic register on my face as I stopped all motion. And then a mischievous little grin played across his sensuously full lips. This fucker was toying with me.

I couldn't help thinking what a bad idea this was as he quickly reached out and unbuckled my belt. Still fixing me with his gaze, Jake leaned in and kissed me.

Within second we were both naked from the waist up and quickly had our pants down around our ankles. Just as quickly I had him bent over my new bar counter.

His furry little round ass was quite a sight. I knew it wasn't going to be very easy for me to fit my oversized cock into his tight fuck hole.

Before I knew what was happening, I was half way up his tight hole. It took a mouthful of saliva and quite a bit of effort to force the first half of my long thick dick up inside this man. I was rushing this fuck at an insane pace, but I didn't care. I was relentless and brutal.

Somehow he'd managed to get one of his work boot clad feet out of the tangled trousers around his ankles. This gave me more room to spread his well muscled and hairy legs even further apart.

All I heard was a lot of "Motherfuck!" and "Damn That Hurts!" for the first few minutes. Finally I settled into a good fucking rhythm with him. He was taking my big thick dick like a champ now. I could see his tight ass ring cling to my rod on the out strokes.

It hadn't been easy getting my cock inside this man. Even after plowing the first half of my dick into him, his asshole was still like a vise. Thankfully, he was quiet now, just little grunts and groans. I paid no attention to it as I drove my manhood up inside his little round butt.

I pushed his head down further onto the faux marble counter top and roughly grabbed his waist as I tried to get my cock even deeper into his sexy body.

I figured that this was just a quick fuck with a guy that I'd never see again after today, so why not fuck the hell out of him. His asshole resisted every stroke and that just fueled my fire. I couldn't stop this action even if I wanted to. My lust had taken me over and it was very clear at that moment that this is what I was born to do.

I noticed the small patch of black hair at the base of his spine that crept right down into the crack of ass. I was falling more in love with this guy with every thrust.

Before I had so roughly and carelessly spun him around, I'd noticed how well defined his body was. Especially his torso which was dusted with a smooth layer of dark hair that seemed to lay down against his skin.

I couldn't have known how good he would look beneath those ratty construction clothes he wore. The combination of his muscular body and tight round butt just made me more horny, so I worked his ass extra hard.

This man was as tight as I've ever felt. There were moments when I thought the skin would rip right off my dick or that it would break in half trying to get back inside him.

His strong and calloused hand on my thigh told me that he couldn't take much more. His hand kept alternately squeezing and then trying to push me backward. But I wasn't about to abandon this prize. I was in way too deep to think about anything other than a full fledged fuck.

I could only imagine the pain he must have been in. However, at that moment, I couldn't have cared less. Actually I did care, I just couldn't stop.

He wasn't making much noise at all, but I could see the contortions of his face as he turned his head from side to side. Again, this only fueled my fire.

I drove my lust engorged cock in and out of him with little regard for his feelings or needs. I could feel him jerk and tense under me but I was only concerned with my impending orgasm which was fast approaching. My balls were already pulled up tightly against my body and ready to explode.

At moments like these I get very philosophical. How could any man ever deprive himself of such a sweet piece of nirvana like his buddy's asshole? It's one of the sweetest pleasure imaginable.

At the same time, we both heard the footfalls outside the door. They were coming up the stone stairs. We both froze in mid stroke. His hand on his cock and my dick halfway in, halfway out of his tight asshole.

From that moment forward, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Sort of like time-lapsed photography, where you don't catch every second, just momentary glimpses of things just before time moves forward again and then stops.

The door knob began to turn slowly and before I could even blink Jake had pulled his ass off my dick and was trying desperately to get his pants back on while simultaneously running to the far corner of the bar. It would have been quite comical under almost any other circumstance.

The door flung open and there stood Marty. I could only watch as his eyes came up to meet mine. We looked at each other for just a second, then his eyes dropped right down my body to my still pulsing hardon. I was mortified.

I stood there naked before this man whom I'd insisted for so long, take me seriously over these past months. I was thoroughly humiliated. I was a deer caught in the headlights. I couldn't move. He just stood there, staring at my throbbing cock for a long moment.

Finally his eyes ran back up my taut body to meet my wide open and staring eyes. But by then I was staring back at Jake who had finally gotten his trousers up and was still buttoning them. I could see him pleading silently with me not to look in his direction, but by then it was too late. Marty had followed my gaze and seen him in the far corner.

Then suddenly everything snapped back into perspective. "After all this is my fucking house!" I thought to myself.

"Can I have a moment of privacy please, Mr. Gorton!" I said with a great deal of authority in my voice.

It was all I could think to say as I fix my eyes back on Marty. He briefly cast a disdainful look in Jake's general direction and then back at me.

"Of course Mr. Brooks."

As Marty backed out of the house, all I could do was take a deep breath and sigh. Jake laughed right out loud.

"Hmm, this could be trouble." He said in a tone that mocked the seriousness of the situation. He finished dressing and gathering up his tools.

"Will he fire you?" I asked, pulling up my pants and finding my shirt.

"Who Marty?" Jake asked, laughing. "He can't fire me. I've already finished the job. Besides, I'm a subcontractor, not one of his permanent employees."

"Oh! Alright. But here look, you haven't exactly finished the job here have you?" I said, pointing to my still bulging crotch.

Jake just smiled at me as I fondled my crotch. We found ourselves again just staring at each other.

"Well, we'll just have to schedule a time for me to come back so the job can be finished properly." He said, winking at me.

"Here's my number. Give me a call and we'll see what we can set up." I told him.

I couldn't help thinking what a grubby looking unshaven mess he was with his clothes back on. He ran his hand through his long locks. But regardless of how he was dressed, he was definitely a good fuck.

I also couldn't help thinking how uncharacteristically I was behaving. Like a horny fucking dog. I smiled at that thought.

"Alright," Jake said, taking the piece of paper with my number on it.

"And don't worry about Marty. I've caught him in one or two compromising situations before. He wouldn't dare say anything."

"Okay."

"Well, I'd better get going." Jake said, flashing his stunning smile.

Marty came back inside a short while later. This time he knocked. We went over every single detail in the house. Since the living quarters actually start on the second level, we went down to the ground floor which is separated into two parts. The front half of the ground floor is actually the garage and back half is sort of like a basement.

We continued on up to the living quarters on the second floor and then the loft which overlooks the living room. Finally, out onto the deck which had to be completely rebuilt. I was very satisfied, so I paid him.

Early Friday morning I got things rolling. It took me no time at all to get moved in. The movers I hired had everything in place by noon. I had been buying new furnishings since the day I found the place. All of it had gone into storage until moving day. I hadn't brought anything with me from back east except my most personal possessions.

By mid Sunday morning I was all but done. The last thing I had do was set up all of my computers and audio-video equipment. Certainly the most grueling task, but also the most satisfying. I love my computers only slightly more than I love my stereo system and my CD collection.

Early Sunday evening, I got an unexpected phone call.

"Hello?" I answered.

"How's the new place?"

"Just great." I said, not recognizing the voice. "Who is this?"

"Its Jake."

"Oh hey, what's up man?" I was genuinely surprised to hear his voice.

"Look, I thought I'd drop by if you weren't too busy. You know, just to hang out for a while, or whatever."

"No, I'm not busy. Come on by."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No, not yet." I answered.

"I thought as much. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

"Not to worry, I'll be there in a flash." He hung up.

Honestly, I'd been so busy that I'd forgotten about Jake. Well, not entirely. I certainly did remembered our little unfinished fuck session.

Less than ten minutes later he was ringing the buzzer. Obviously, he'd called from his cell phone on the road.

"Come on up." I said into the intercom and buzzed the gate open for him.

When he stepped inside, I was immediately shocked and dismayed. For a second I thought that I had let the wrong person inside.

"Dinner." He held out the pizza and beer.

"And a house warming present." He handed me a bottle of wine.

"Thanks." I mumbled, absentmindedly staring at him.

God, he was stunning. The only recognizable thing about him was the color of his eyes. That very unique color was again staring back at me and I was utterly dumbfounded. Otherwise, he looked completely different.

"Something wrong?" He asked innocently, looking puzzled.

Somehow his eyebrows seemed thicker and his eyes were deeper set in his face, but that was the least of what seemed different about him. I wasn't at all convinced that this was indeed the same guy. This guy standing in my kitchen was fucking gorgeous and extremely well groomed.

"No, nothing's wrong. Come on in." I stuttered.

Jake was absolutely clean shaven. He had on a nice sweater over a plain white tee shirt and jeans. But the biggest change in him was that he'd gotten his hair cut really short. It was more like a buzz cut and it suited him extremely well. "Man, this guy cleaned up real nice." I thought to myself.

My heart started to pound furiously in my chest. I could feel my cock stretching down my pant leg.

"Oh, the haircut." He said, realizing why I was staring. He rubbed his head. "You like?"

"Yeah, absolutely. You look, uh..." I wanted to say that he looked beautiful but that wasn't quite right. He looked, well delicious. I had a brief fantasy of having my way with him right here, right now.

"Different?" He suggested.

"You look good." I said, as my mouth watered and my dick twitch in my pants. "Really good!"

"Well, thanks! That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all day." Jake said, clapping me on the shoulder.

He was no longer the workman mutt that I'd seen him as before. He had transformed himself into a fine looking specimen of a man. My God, was I sweating?

"Yeah, I thought it was time for a change." He said, nodding and looking around absently. Then he looked directly at me. "Did you just call me a mutt?"

"Fuck, did I say that out loud?" I wondered. I was quite sure that I hadn't.

"What? No!" I answered, still looking at him.

"Oh, I could have sworn you said..." He shook his head. "Never mind."

"Come on, let's go in here." I said, as I started to walk past him into the other room.

As soon as I was close enough to him, he grabbed my arm and spun me back towards him. He stared into my face for a brief moment, then we kissed.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck and stuck his tongue inside my mouth very insistently. My arms instinctively went around his muscular torso, caressing his strong back. I felt a flash of heat sweep over me. It was pure lust.

I was out of my mind with desire for this new look on Jake. He reminded me of this male porn star that I'd once met. Only Jake was better looking and had fresher breath.

Jake had brought hot pizza, beer and wine. And not just any wine but a really nice Cabernet. I was very impressed. This guy was a little more complex than I'd given him credit for.

As we walked into the living room he said, "Wow, I see someone has been quite busy."

"Yeah, I figure its best to get it all done right away, otherwise it could take forever. I'm a habitual procrastinator."

"Looks great." He said looking around. "You must've been working around the clock the get all this done so quickly."

"Something like that."

"What? No hot tub?"

"I'm not a hot tub kinda guy."

"I don't see any of that retro crap either, good for you."

We took a couple of beers and made ourselves comfortable in front of the television. Him on the sofa, me in my obscenely expensive, new recliner.

All evidence to the contrary, I'm never comfortable around people that I don't know well. Oh, I can put up a good front, but the plain truth is, unless I'm extremely close to a person, I'm constantly on edge. And I am not close with very many people.

Conversely, Jake seemed absolutely at ease. He appeared completely relaxed and calm, even when neither of us was speaking.

I made idle conversation about the house and how happy I was with it. He made no such effort, staring openly at times and then smiling seductively. Every time I looked at him, his eyes seemed glued to me.

The tension in my neck and back started to gather into knots. I put my hand on the back of my neck to massage it and perhaps relieve a little of the tightness building there.

"Are you tense?"

"No, not really." I lied. "Just a little sore from moving in."

"Come on, lie down the floor." Jake instructed.

I lay down on the floor face up. I'm not exactly sure know why. Jake straddled me and kneeled down grinning broadly at me.

"On your stomach genius." He laughed.

"Oh, right!" I smiled, quickly turning over.

Immediately, I felt his strong hands working on my shoulders and back. Jake really seemed to know what he was doing.

He worked the kinks out of my back and shoulders for more than ten minutes in complete silence. The whole time, all I could think about our was first encounter.

"So, what do you do with yourself all day?" He asked, interrupting my train of thought. "I mean for a living."

"Right now, I don't really don't do much of anything, besides getting settled into this new place."

"I see." He whispered into my ear. "You know I'm digging this whole mysterious vibe you got going." Then he kissed my neck.

His strong, calloused hands felt really good on my body.

"Turn over." He said.

I did and he just stared at me for a while, smiling again. I don't know when he did it, but he was now shirtless. I let my eyes roam over every part of him. His beautiful eyes, great lips, big strong hands and a perfect body. The hair on his chest and stomach was just icing on the cake. Jake was a wet dream come to life.

"Alright, well," I said, breaking the silence and trying to ignore the hardon rising in my pants, "I worked for a while as a computer programmer. Then I teamed up this other guy and we developed some business software that turned out to be quite a big industry hit. Eventually we sold it to the highest bidder, a large company that paid us quite well for the rights to it."

"So what brings you out here?" Jake asked. "Cause I know you aren't a native."

"Oh yeah? And just how do you know that?"

"Cause I'm not either and I can just tell."

"It's kind of a long story."

"Okay." He said. "Maybe later."

"Damn, that massage felt good. You're quite the smooth operator." I told him. "Do all of your customers get this treatment?"

"Not many." He laughed. "In fact, not any. I just felt you needed some special attention."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah." Jake said, leaning forward and placing his hands on the floor on either side of my head, bringing his face close to mine, staring and smiling. "You just didn't know it."

"So I'm guessing that either you hadn't been laid in a while or you've been in prison for a long time. You were pretty savage when you had your way with me the other day. I felt like I was on an episode of 'Oz'. But you don't seem like a guy who's ever been in prison."

"Yeah, I don't know what the hell I was thinking." I told him.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, it was fun. Hell, I even kind of liked it, but I'm not typically a bottom guy."

"Shit man, I'm sorry. I didn't know." I apologized.

"Don't be, I told you I enjoyed it, but I was a little sore for the next few days." He smiled again.

"Still, I'm sorry."

"Forget about it." Jake said undoing my pants. "But this time I get to set the pace."

"Anything you say."

"Got any lube?" He asked, undressing me and then himself.

"Uh yeah, there's some lotion in the bathroom." I told him.

"Sit tight, I'll be right back."

I watched his fuzzy little butt run off to the bathroom.

He warmed the lotion in his palms before coating my already hard dick with it. Again he straddle my waist and leaned forward to kiss me while he lubed his own ass.

He leaned forward and grabbed my dick behind his back.

"You've got a huge dick, so I'd appreciate it if you'd try not to kill me with it this time. Alright?"

I nodded my agreement.

He slowly worked the head inside himself while staring into my eyes. It didn't take long before his breathing became erratic. His little butt hole was extremely tight around the tip of my dick. And I was pretty sure that I wouldn't last long enough to get fully inside him.

I used every bit of my will power not to force myself up into him. I just lay there stroking his stomach and then his flanks. This was beyond hot. Jake is the man that fills everyone's hot dreams.

His resolve seemed to coalesce as he leaned forward and began rock furiously until more and more of my cock slid into him. His tiny hole seemed to be opening to me at a furious pace.

He stopped and breathed loudly when a good deal of the head of my cock was inside him. He just lay forward resting his head on my chest and his asshole stretched around the top of my dick. His breath came in short rasps like he could hardly breathe. I fully expected him to pull off and say forget it.

Then he did pull off and breathed a big sigh. I was all ready to tell him that it was okay. That we didn't have to do this. But he grabbed the lotion and put more lube on both of us. Before I had a chance to get the words out, he plunged himself down again, this time the head slipped in and stopped for a second. He redoubled his efforts and I felt something snap open inside him. Then he slid almost halfway down my cock.

He just grunted quietly, holding the remaining shaft of my cock in one hand and balancing himself with his other hand on my stomach. He gritted his teeth, groaned and threw his head back. His face was twisted in a terrible grimace of pain.

The heat from his hole around my cock made it flex involuntarily, but I resisted the urge to push my hips up into him. After all I had promised him that I wouldn't.

Jake took a deep breath, then suddenly he let out a beast-like growl and plunged his ass down further onto my pole. He was almost fully impaled on my dick.

Sweating pouring down his face, he lay his head down on my chest again. I stroked his head and back to comfort him but I wanted desperately to push myself the rest of the way into him.

"Damn, it feels like I've got a two liter bottle of Coke shoved up inside me." He grunted between breaths.

Soon he was working his ass muscles and moving himself up and down my cock. This drove me crazy and I couldn't help but thrust my hips up into him. He sucked in a sharp breath.

He put his tongue in my mouth and kissed me frantically. Jake was riding my dick now and I was pushing back.

Now we were fucking. Or more precisely he was fucking himself with my hard cock. It didn't take long before he was sitting upright again and sliding himself up and down on my dick.

The look on his face was completely different now. He looked like he was off in a dream world. I saw his hand stroking his own dick as it grew quite large in his hand.

I grabbed his hips and pulled him down as I pumped upward. He yelped, then he gave me a disapproving look, but didn't say a word. I understood him, so I let him continue with own rhythm.

He worked his ass on my dick and worked his own dick with his hand. My dick was hard as its ever been and I was getting very close. Watching him jerk off and fuck himself at the same time was so hot. I could see beads of cum oozing out of his cock head. He was excited and ready to blow. Just the sight of him pushed me right over the edge.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum dude!" I growled.

He began stroking his dick harder and faster. I felt his asshole tighten up a notch around my cock. It was more than I could take. Then he let go of his cock and put his hands down on my chest while he worked himself back and forth on my cock. He moved his ass really fast with his head down. His dick leaving trails of clear fluid across my stomach.

I was ready to pop at any moment. Then his asshole constricted tightly around my cock as his body convulsed. He squeezed my sides extremely tight with his knees.

I looked up at him as I shoved my hips up. I couldn't help it. As soon as I looked at him I felt a hot, liquid jet of his cum fly into my chin. That was all I could take, my body involuntarily shuddered. I felt my balls fire their first shot. The first volley always takes me by surprise, even when I know its coming. Then the next one shot out of me and the next and the next.

Holding on to his sides, my body jerked and flexed with each shot flying out onto my chest. I couldn't help myself, I tried desperately to get every inch of my dick up inside Jake. I reached and grabbed at him as if he were going to disappear. He pulled his cock like a mad man with one hand and held onto my stomach muscles with the other.

God help me, I do love a man's orgasm. I love everything about it and nothing short of a crashing wave at sunset is quite as beautiful.

When it was done, he lay down fully on my chest and gripped me with his strong arms. I could feel his dick digging into my belly as he continued to work his ass on my dick. I gripped his back just as tightly while still unloading up his butt. I couldn't tell how many shots I fired into him because I was lost in the moment. The next thing I remember is Jake wiping my chest and stomach with a warm wet towel.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Never better." I smile.

I always feel a little guilty and uncomfortable after really great sex. I usually just want to be alone afterward, just to get my bearings or whatever.

"Mind if I take a shower?" Jake asked.

"No, of course I don't mind." I said. "Make yourself at home."

"Cool, thanks." He smiled and kissed me again.

After a few minutes in bathroom letting the water get warm, Jake came back out asked me to join him.

"You see, there's this spot on my back that I can never quite get to. Think you can help me out?" He asked.

We showered together until all of the hot water was gone. The wet and slippery fun that we had was amazing. He kept splashing water in my face and tickling me. By the time we got out we both had hardons again.

After he finished drying me, he ran his hand through his hair and shook the water all over me again.

"What am I, your slave?" He said laughing.

"You want some clean shorts and a tee shirt to sleep in?" I asked.

"Oh, dude, I would like to stay, but that would cause a lot of problems." He told me. "I hadn't planned for any problems tonight."

"Problems?" I asked, looking at him quizzically.

"Yeah, well, you know how girlfriends can be." He said, shrugging. "I'll get enough grief for staying out this late, but I'm prepared for that.

"Oh, alright. Cool." I said, as the realization of what he was trying to tell me sank in.

I knew all too well what he meant. I'd made the same move many times myself before I'd moved here.

He stroked my chest and stared at me for a moment then looked away. For the first time in the evening he seemed uncomfortable. I found it amusing because not long ago, I was him and I already knew everything he was going to do and say.

"Dude", he said, finally looking back at me, "I really wish I could stay."

This was getting really boring. "Stay or go, I don't care which. Just make up your mind already." I thought to myself.

"Jake, its cool man. I totally understand." I reassured him. "If you have to go, you have to go. Don't sweat it."

And in fact, I really did understand. And by now, I truly did want him to go and he just wouldn't move fast enough.

"Cool." He said, clapping me on the shoulder and smiling again.

Over the next few months I got settled into my new house and met a few of my new neighbors. I got a job at the local university teaching computer programming classes. Once in a while, as a sideline, I did some consulting for a few of the major computer programming companies in the city.

Actually, I didn't really need to work since I was still pretty well off from the sale of our software. And knowing the computer industry as well as I do, it had been relatively easy to make some solid investments and build up pretty nice stock portfolio. Financially, things couldn't be better for me. I just needed to get out and do something with myself, something besides constantly calling my broker.

I hadn't heard from Jake in quite a while which was just as well.

My house was finally in great shape and I loved living on the beach.

I became friends with one of the professors at the university. Jorge was a linguistics and history professor, originally from Lima, Peru, but he'd lived here most of his adult life.

Being in my late twenties, I guessed that he was somewhere around his mid-thirties to late. Awfully young to be a full professor, so I figured him for some sort of academic whiz kid. I picked up a couple of his published volumes and read them cover to cover, in order to get a better handle on his intellectual prowess. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they write.

I liked him immediately. Not only because of his superior intellect or the fact that he was a big handsome stud. The truth is, he's a very charming guy. And not in that glossy, insincere way which always seems so contrived to me. He possessed a natural sort of charisma.

Almost all of the female staff and students drooled over him. Some of the guys too.

Jorge was very easy going and laid back. He was extremely easy to talk to and made me feel comfortable around him right from the very start. Which is kind of odd because that almost never happens with me.

Sometimes I tried to speak Spanish to him, which always got a laugh out of him because I'm so bad at it. He spoke perfect English, without a trace of an accent of any sort. In fact, he spoke English better than I do and was fluent in five other languages as well.

This guy was gorgeous, with classic good looks and a square jaw. Extremely rugged and masculine. Apparently he'd been a print model back in his college years. Eventually, the photo shoots started to conflict with studies, so he quit. And coming from a rich family, he certainly didn't need the money.

He was six foot one, about an inch taller than me. And somewhere around one hundred ninety pounds. His eyes were kind of a coppery brown, sort of a chestnut color. And short black, well coiffed hair.

He wore a very close cropped goatee that gave him the look of a younger man, but he was still a very distinguished looking and always well dressed guy. Certainly one of the most meticulously groomed men I've ever met.

When I first met him I had no idea that he was Latino, because he introduced himself as George and that's what everyone else called him. But as soon as he told me where he was from originally, I could absolutely see it. And that made me all the more hot for him.

I had no intention of making that fact known to him. Under no circumstance would I compromise our friendship for the sake of lust. He was my first real friend since I moved here and as I've said, I don't warm up to people easily.

Anyway, as far as I knew, I was the only one who called him Jorge and secretly I think he kind of like it, because he'd always smile when I did it. To everyone else he was George or Professor Aleman.

We spent a lot of time together. Between my outside contract programming jobs and teaching, I was pretty busy, but Jorge was constantly dragging me out and making sure that I was having fun, since he knew I was still relatively new to the area.

Being a huge baseball fan, I was thrilled to find out that Jorge had season tickets and I was more than persuasive in getting him to take me to almost every game.

I kept on the lookout for a sign of interest on his part. He never showed anything except good old fashioned male companionship which was just fine with me cause I really liked hanging out him.

Working out with him was especially excruciating because he still had a model's physique. And while spotting me on the heavier weights, he always found a way to touch me that made me horny, all the while encouraging me to go for a few more reps. He never failed to slap me on the butt when our work out was done. "Good job", he would say. And still, it all seemed very innocent to me.

Jorge convinced me to plan a cookout at my new house for some of the key members of the faculty and other friends. He told me that it would be a smart move politically, should I ever want to be more than an instructor at the university. I had no such designs, but I could see that it made him happy to think that I did.

"Besides, a little networking never hurt anyone." He said.

"But I hate cooking." I protested.

"Its settled then." Jorge laughed, clapping me on the back.

Early on the Saturday morning of the party, I received a call from Jake. Jorge had just arrived to help me get things ready.

"Hey, how's it going?" Jake asked, cheerfully.

"Not bad. How are you?" I inquired, surprised to hear his voice.

"Quien es?" Jorge inquired smiling, not really wanting to know who it was, but trying to help me improve my Spanish.

"Un amigo." I replied, smiling. "Por que?"

He just shrugged and smiled. I watched his nice butt as he walked out onto the deck with the extra hibachi and charcoals that he'd brought along for the party.

"Oh, you have company." Jake said rather abruptly. "I'll call you later."

"No, that's not necessary." I assured him. "Hey, listen I'm having sort of little get together at the house later today. You're welcome to come by if you want."

"Oh yeah? Sounds cool." He said. "What time?"

"Well, I'm just getting things set up right now, but you can come by anytime. Bring your girlfriend if you want. The more the merrier."

After the words were out, I wanted to take them back. That was classic passive aggressive behavior and Jake didn't deserve that.

"Sure, maybe." He said, quietly. "What time did you say?"

"Anytime you want." I told him. "Just bring your appetite."

"Alright, later."

"Later."

I sat at my desk staring at the phone for a while before Jorge came back in from the deck.

"Hey, I've got to run to store for some other ingredients to make the authentic Spanish entremeses." He informed me. "I'll be back in a few."

"Bueno!" I replied, not at all sure if that was the proper response. It sounded right.

Jorge just laughed as he went out to the door.

Not ten minutes later, buzzer rang. I knew it couldn't be Jorge because I'd given him a key a while back when I had to go out of town and needed someone to keep an eye on my place.

I opened the door and looked down the stairs to see Jake standing outside the gate. I was very surprised.

"You must've called on your way here." I said, opening the gate to let him in.

"Actually I was parked on the street when I called." He confessed, following me up the stairs.

That seemed a bit bizarre, but I didn't comment on it. I was happy to see him.

"The party won't start for a while, but I'm glad you're here. You can give me a hand."

He didn't answer. He just looked sad and dejected.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him.

"No, nothing." He lied.

"Well, help yourself to anything. The bar's fully stocked and there's a keg on the deck."

"Okay." Jake answered, sitting down at my desk.

"There's coffee too, if you want."

"Is he your lover?" Jake asked quietly and matter-of-factly, looking down at my desk.

"What?!" I asked, a little stunned.

Then I was irritated. Since Jake and I hadn't spoken in quite a while I found the question just a bit too personal. But I decided to give him a little latitude. So, I put my angry face away.

"That handsome guy who just left?" He prompted very calmly.

"No, I work with Jorge. He's just a good friend." I said. "Don't tell me you're jealous? We haven't even spoken in, like months."

"Doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about you."

Apparently, I pulled a face which indicated that I was either indifferent or didn't believe him.

"Its true." Jake said. "Whether you believe it or not."

"Whatever." I shrugged.

I didn't want to have that conversation. Truth be told, I was indifferent to entire situation. The last thing I wanted was to get into any of that with him right now.

"Why don't you grab yourself a drink and then give me a hand."

I turned my back to him and went toward the kitchen. Turning around I found Jake right behind me. He grabbed me and kissed me. Not only was I unresponsive, but I pushed him off me. Granted it was rather slowly, but I think I made my point.

"I thought you said he wasn't your lover?"

"He's not." I said, raising an eyebrow in all earnestness. "Jesus man, back up!"

I continued with the preparations for the party, avoiding eye contact with Jake because I knew that would weaken my resolve.

"Craig?" Jake said. "You didn't miss me?"

No answer.

"Come on." He pleaded, snuggling up behind me.

I turned around and there were those beautiful honey brown eyes, looking back at me. I grabbed him and kissed him. What can I say? Sometimes I'm a slut.

And of course, Jorge walked in precisely at that moment. It figures.

"Pardon me." He said, and took the bags right out onto the deck.

"Damn, isn't that door ever locked?" Jake asked.

"Fuck!" I said.

I went over to the bar and poured myself a shot of bourbon even though it was only ten in the morning. Jake followed me.

"Just sit down and be quiet please." I instructed him evenly.

He did. I poured another shot and drank it down. Jake sat quietly while I gathered up the courage to go out onto the deck and face Jorge.

As I went out the sliding doors, I had no idea what I was going to say to him.

"There're some items that need to go in the refrigerator, you should put them away." He said, as he prepared the grill and the hibachi.

"Okay." I said. "I'll take care of it in a minute."

He showed no emotion, so I had no idea what he must be thinking.

"Look, that's Jake in there. He's a friend of mine." I said just as he walked out.

"Yes, it would seem so." Jorge laughed humorlessly.

"Howdy." Jake said, coming out onto the deck with us and extending his hand.

"Pleased to meet you." Jorge said, giving him a brief nod of acknowledgement.

And that was that. The party went off without a hitch and before I knew it, I was the most popular guy, not only with the faculty, but with my neighbors as well, thanks to Jorge.

Everybody loved Jorge, so anything or anyone that he endorsed was alright with them. I think that my neighbors wished that he lived here rather than me though. And of course he played me up as a stellar citizen and told them how lucky they were to have a man like me living here.

Thankfully, Jake was too busy socializing and drumming up business to bother me much. There was a point when I saw him and Jorge talking to each other, but they were laughing and seemed to be getting along rather well.

I was in the bathroom taking a piss when Jorge walked in.

"Oh, I beg your pardon." He said.

For some reason, I still always marveled at his good breeding and impeccable manners.

"No, I'm done. You can use it." I said as I went to the sink to wash my hands.

He locked the door behind himself.

"Listen Jorge, I want to explain about earlier today."

"You do?" He asked, as I watched him pull the foreskin back on his tremendous cock.

He saw me watching him in the mirror. Then he let loose a blasting stream of piss.

His dick is quite huge and I could hardly take my eyes of it. I wondered if he'd ever seen me stealing glances at it when we were at the gym together.

"Honestly, I don't know what to say." I said, still staring at his piss stream. "Well, you know what you saw."

"Are you getting excited right now?" He asked, smiling.

I just smiled back at him. I was getting excited, but I certainly wasn't going to admit it. Not right now anyway.

He put his dick back in his pants and turned to look at me. As he walked over to me, I turned to face him. He stepped past me and washed his hands. And after drying his them, he turned to face me again, this time he folded his big strong arms over his chest and stood with his feet apart. This posture gave him an air of authority. It also made me quite nervous.

The look on his handsome face only told me that he had something important to say. He looked neither glad nor disappointed.

"So, you have an ongoing sexual relationship with this man? Jake?" He asked.

"No, not really." I answered honestly. "We had sex twice, but that was some time ago. There isn't any sort of relationship between us. It was really just a sex thing."

He looked pensive. Nodding his head as he listened. Suddenly I felt as though I were being analyzed by a therapist.

"And do you plan to continue having sex with him?"

"I really hadn't given it much thought." I answered. "Today was the first time I've even talked to him in months."

"And now that you've had time to give it some thought?" Jorge asked, raising one of his bushy eyebrows.

"I honestly don't know." I confessed.

Jorge rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes as he stood before me, just staring at me. I felt like a little kid confessing to his father. I don't know why all of this coming out so freely. I've never been one to share secrets with anyone.

My eyes held his for as long as I could, then I looked down at the floor. Suddenly, I felt very ashamed and very exposed. I wanted to take it all back. But it was way too late for that.

"It makes no difference to me who you choose to sleep with Craig." Jorge said, placing one hand on my shoulder and looking very serious. "That's your business, not mine. So we both learned something about each other today, no?"

"Man, I just don't want this to change things between us."

"This changes nothing between us. Except that perhaps we can be a little more honest with each other from this point forward. You've been nothing but a good friend to me. And I hope that won't change."

He moved his hand from my shoulder and patted the side of my face. He smiled, then pulled me close and hugged me.

"Thanks man." I said, hugging him back.

"For what?" He asked rhetorically. "Now get off me before you become too excited."

We both burst into laughter.

I went out through the door that connected the bathroom to my bedroom to avoid any questions of why we'd both been in the there together for so long. I don't think the thought even crossed his mind. He simply went out through the other door which lead to the living room.

God what a relief. Jorge was the first guy that I hadn't had sex with who knew my little secret and still he remained my friend.

Mercifully, the party was winding down. And Jorge was bidding the last of the guests farewell.

Finally, there was only Jorge and Jake left. Jorge was busy clearing up the mess out on the deck and Jake was sitting at the bar.

"Nice party." Jake said to me as I came back from taking out a bag of trash.

"So you had a good time?" I smiled.

"Yeah, it was great. Pretty nice group of people."

Jorge walked in from the deck. "I think that should do it for now. I'll swing by tomorrow to pick up the hibachi."

"Oh hey, I need to discuss something with you before you go." I said to Jorge.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Jake you don't mind do you?" I looked directly at him.

"No, not at all. Its time I got going anyway." He sat his drink down and dug around in his wallet for a minute.

"My new cell phone number." Jake said, brandishing a business card then tossing it on my desk.

"Cool, I'll see you later." I said, leading him toward the door.

"It was nice to meet you Jorge." He said shaking his hand on the way out.

"And you as well." Jorge smiled graciously.

After Jake left Jorge sat himself down behind my desk and lounged in my comfortable, high-backed office chair. For some reason everybody seems to love sitting at my desk, in that chair.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" He asked.

I walked behind the bar and fixed myself a drink.

"Can I fix you something?" I asked.

"Sure, whatever you're having is fine."

I came back around the bar and handed him a bourbon and ice, then I sat on a bar stool just a few feet from him. I sat quietly staring out of the sliding doors into the dark night.

"So?" Jorge prompted, after taking another sip. "What's going on?"

"Nothing really. I just wanted Jake to leave but I didn't want to be rude." I confessed. "It was clear to me what was on his mind."

"Not very horny this evening?" Jorge laughed.

"I'm always horny." I said, still looking out into the night. "That's the problem."

Jorge sat quietly, sipping his drink as if contemplating something.

"Do mind if I ask you something?" He inquired.

I looked at him. "What?"

"How did all of this start?"

"What do you mean, with Jake or all of it?"

"Both."

I chuckled a little and took another sip. Then I told him about how I'd met Jake and how we'd been caught in flagrante delicto. Jorge roared with laughter until he started choking.

"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard." Jorge said after he calmed down.

"Yeah, hilarious."

"So what now? Are you going to seduce me?" He asked, still smiling.

"Well, I certainly hadn't planned to." I said, completely taken aback by his question. "Would it do any good?"

"Perhaps."

I've never been any good at the art of seduction, my sex partners usually choose me. If I like them, I accept. If I don't, I politely decline. So I just got up and poured us another round of drinks. "Was he serious or just joking around with me?" I wondered.

"Well, one thing's for sure, I can't, in good conscience, let you drive home tonight in this condition." I said, testing the waters. "You have your choice, you can sleep up in the loft on the futon or on the sofa. I sleep there a lot."

Jorge took the drink from me and downed it in two swallows. He got up from my desk, gazing at me, then walked slowly to my bedroom. After I finally snapped out of my stupor and closed my mouth, I went in behind him.

When I got there Jorge was stripping out of his clothes. I started to tremble at the sight his body, clad only in boxers. I took another swallow of my drink then went over and stood in front of him. We just stood there, looking intently at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

As he raised his hand toward me, it appeared to be moving in slow motion and for a second I thought my head might spin right off my shoulders, I was so excited. He pulled me closer and we kissed.

He quickly removed my shirt, bent down and kissed my chest. My heart was beating terribly fast and my breathing was so quick and shallow that I began to hyperventilate. I didn't care. I finished undressing and we climbed onto the bed.

His enormous cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts, so I sought the freedom that it so urgently needed. I remove his boxers and grabbed his dick in my hand. I couldn't resist stroking it while I watched the foreskin run back and forth over the head. He moaned and grabbed my hand, indicating that he wanted me to stop.

Pulling me close to him, he kissed all over my face and licked my lips. I caught his tongue and pull it into my mouth. I ran my hands all over his incredibly muscled body as we kissed deeply. His body felt extremely hot to the touch.

While I was lick his neck and ears, he began to make this deep grumbling sound in his chest. I pulled back and looked at him. He opened his eyes and smiled, I smiled back and continued on my down his body. When I got to his massive pectorals and began flicking his nipples with my tongue he pulled my hand up to his face and starting sucking and licking on my fingers. I had to interrupt his finger sucking technique as I made my way down to his six-pack abs. He still kept one of my hands entwined in his own. No matter, I was mostly using my tongue and teeth as I bathed his beautiful body.

As I ran my tongue and hot breath through his thick pubic patch, I couldn't wait to investigate his large uncut piece of meat. It was my first uncircumcised cock and I intended to investigate it thoroughly. I ran my tongue around the base of it, while lapping at his balls and sniffing at his crotch like a dog in heat. The smell was quite pleasing, pure male. Very clean, with just a hint of sweat.

As I took his fat slab of meat in my palm, I licked my way up the thick tube on the underside. All of this had him quivering and making moaning. It was clear that he was enjoying every bit of this. The head of his cock had long ago cleared the end of his foreskin when his hardon had reached its full length. It was neatly wrapped around the base of the head.

Suddenly, he bade me move into a position where he could have some fun too. I lay my body down next his in a side by side sixty-nine arrangement.

Neither of wasting anytime, we went right to work on each other's cocks. It felt incredible to have his fat cock sliding across my tongue while he did the same to me. My hands found his ass and I began to pull on his hard muscled cheeks, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. When it hit the back of throat, his hips took on a life of their own. Now I had to make sure that I didn't choke to death on his dick.

I was torturing him in a similar fashion. As soon as my cock head hit the back of his throat, for some reason, I felt compelled to push deeper. Soon my fingers found his tight hairy asshole. As my fingers played around the rim I could feel his body tense and relax while his moaning around my cock sent great vibration into my crotch and scrotum.

Pulling off his cock for a moment, I ran my tongue over his balls and down between his legs just behind his ball sac. I felt his hands clutching hard at me as I teased the area just between his ass and balls with my tongue. This was driving him into a frenzy. He seemed to almost be vibrating.

I ran my tongue across his tight little rosebud and he froze. I thought for sure that he was about to cum. Then he let out a huge sigh.

Wetting my fingers with a ton of spit I slowly pushed one in, penetrating him. He put my dick back in his mouth and just suckled the head while I my fingers explored his ass.

Soon I had his cock back in mouth and three fingers embedded in his ass. I worked them slowly and gently so as not to overload him with sensation. I didn't want him to shoot his load just yet.

Somehow I maneuvered him over onto his belly and kneeled between his legs. I massaged his two beautiful globes with my hands then pull his cheeks apart. Quickly I drove my face into his crack and ran my tongue back and forth over the opening. He buck a couple of times and gripped the pillows in front of him with both hands. Leaving a huge gob of spit there I was soon lying on top of him with my cock sliding up and down his crack.

I had dreamed of doing this from the first time that I'd seen him in a pair of workout shorts. The way the material stretched over his protruding butt muscles always drove me crazy with desire. Now it was my crotch pressed tightly against this perfect ass. Soon I was trying to position my cock head at his entrance.

"Craig?"

"Yeah?"

"Take it easy back there. I mean go slow." Jorge said over his shoulder. "I haven't done this in a very long time."

"No problem."

Then he reached back with one and pointed my cock to its destination. He buried his head in the pillow. I pushed forward ever- so-gently. Slowly I began rocking back and forth in an effort to gain entry, pushing a little hard each time. Soon I felt his ass ring muscle start to give way and this drove my excitement level up about ten notches. I could feel the warmth begin to enfold the head of my cock. As soon as I felt that my hips took over and began trying to push deeper faster.

"Ahhggg!" Jorge roared, as he violently pushed himself up from the mattress, in the process, bucking me off his back.

I just lay there a little stunned. He got up on his knees and just glared at me.

"I said SLOW!!!" He growled.

"Okay, I'm sorry man. I promise I'll go slower."

For a second I thought he was going to punch me. Then he looked around the room and spotted the lotion on the dresser. He got up and grabbed it. Returning to the bed he tossed it at me.

"This is your last chance, buddy. Better make it count." He warned me.

Then he got down on all fours beside me on the bed. I took my position behind him and lubed up his hole really well. Then I lubed my dick and went back at it. This time I kneel down between his legs pulled his hips back until my cock pointed at his hole. I urged him to push back and he did, reaching back to guide me inside him. Again he had his face buried in the pillows and now he had more control.

Jorge slowly rocked himself back and forth on the tip of my cock and I could feel him opening himself for me. I could hear some muffled word coming from him but I couldn't tell what they were. Suddenly he raised his head and backed himself onto my cock really fast. Half my cock slid up inside him as breathed out really loudly. His grip on my thigh was like a vise. Then he leaned forward again and in an effort not to loose any ground, I moved forward with him. Once again he was face down in the pillows with his butt stuck up in the air, only this time I was halfway home. I remained perfectly still, except for stroking his back and the cheeks of his butt.

In a few minutes he began moving his ass around and pulling at my thigh. This let me know that it was okay to move again. I began to move in and out of hole while gripping his waist. It was a few more minutes before I could get fully inside him. His tight, gripping hole was so hot that I knew it only be a matter of minutes before I exploded deep inside him. Fucking a large framed guy is definitely one of life's greatest pleasures.

He stroked his cock slowly as I rode his ass. His velvety tight and strong ass muscles were stroking my cock so well that I soon lost my battle with control. I began humping him wildly and pulled at his hips. I could feel my orgasm mounting. I never know precisely when its going to hit, I just know that once I loose control, it won't be long. Driving myself relentless into him, I felt a desperate need to be closer to him. I pounded and pounded into him. I pulled him upright so that I could feel as much of his body as possible against my own.

Wrapping my arms around him, I continued to crash my hips into him. Digging my dick as deeply into as possible. He grunts with each pound. As my body tenses I feel my first shot fire out of the end of my dick. I force Jorge back down and I lay over his back as my hips buck wildly with shot. My hand grasping and gripping at him as though I thought he might get away. Still I feel like I just can't get close enough to him. Shot after shot of boiling hot cum fire inside him. It feel like it won't ever stop and I don't want it to either.

For the first time since I was a teenager, I can hear myself whining and moaning as my body is wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. Whomever said that its never as good as the first time, was dead wrong.

When I finally came down, I was completely spent. I could barely move, so Jorge slowly disengaged himself from me and rolled over beneath me. He calmly comforted me as though I'd been the one on the receiving end of that fuck. I was exhausted.

I must have dosed off because the next I knew all I feel was this tremendous weight on my chest.

"How you doing?" Jorge said, laying on top of me.

He had apparently cleaned up both up while I napped.

"Good. Just great in fact." I replied.

"That's good, cause its your turn now." He said with a wicked grin on his face.

A wave of panic quickly swept over me as I realized what he meant by those words. We kissed furiously for a while and just relaxed and settled down. Before I knew it my legs were wrapped around his waist and I could feel his big thick rod sliding over my own.

Soon he was lubing us both up and he was between my legs pointing fat cock at my hole. He held my legs wide while positioned his monster at my hole. I convinced myself that if he could take it, so could I.

After a few gentle nudges, which felt like gentle kiss on my hole, there was more pressure. Then more pressure. Jorge takes his time, which I certainly appreciate.

His eyes are locked onto mine as he rocks back and forth. Then he pulls me toward him by my thighs which jams his cock into my unsuspecting hole before I'd had a chance to tense up. With a blinding flash of pain bolting up my spine all I do was grip the bed with both hands. No one could have convinced me that I wasn't being ripped apart.

I just gritted my teeth and waited for the pain calm down. It took a while, but soon I was okay again. There was certainly still pain, but not nearly as bad as before. Jorge started to inch himself into me slowly. As he did, I managed to get my legs wrapped around his hips. He hauled himself over me and started to fuck that big dick inside me.

None of it was as painful as that initial breach, however it seemed like my hole was being stretched wider and wider with every forward thrust. And there seemed to be no end to the length of it. It felt like he was rearranging my internal organs with that giant rod of his.

The burning in my ass was soon forgotten when I felt wild sort of pressure that made me think I was on the verge of shooting my second load. The sensation was just too much. I asked him to stop, then almost immediately I was begging him to go again. Clearly he'd found my prostate and it was making me crazy. Soon I had my ankles locked behind his back and was reaching for his ass to urge him on.

It was amazing how good it felt now. To be stuffed so full of him. And he was still adding inches as he pumped my ass. Deeper and deeper he drove until finally he was resting fully on top of me. I could only assume that meant that he was all the way in. Because there was a sort of numbness at my asshole. All I could really feel was that huge dick throbbing inside me.

Then came the real fucking. He wrapped his arms around me and began kissing me as he pummeled my ass. Each withdrawal of that monster cock was like loosing something really good, then he'd squeeze it back into me. This was most extraordinary. He was now in charge of the sensations that were driving me wild. Back and forth he pounded constantly and I found myself holding on tightly to him, hoping desperately that he wouldn't stop.

Having a fat cock up inside you certainly turns the whole sexual experience around for you. I couldn't believe how incredible this felt. My rock hard cock was jerking wildly on my belly and I longed to reach down and stroke it, but Jorge kept my hands at bay. All I could do was grind my hips into his with each stroke.

Then it happened, suddenly I couldn't catch my breath. Bang! My cock fired all on its own. This was more than I could take. I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly and humped him furiously. I could still feel his cock sliding in and out of me and I could see it in my mind's eye. Then I felt him tense up as well. He started ramming me full speed and I could feel that huge flesh column pulsing and jerking inside me. By now my orgasm was subsiding, but he was still going strong. Nailing my ass to the bed and gripping me as tightly as I'd been gripping him.

Finally we both calmed down and suddenly I couldn't bear to have him inside me any longer. Jorge's cock wasn't shrinking and it was causing me a great deal of pain now. I pushed him back from me and he took the hint. With one final flex of his cock muscle he withdrew it quickly. Yet it still felt like I had a gapping hole down there.

I had to get up to see if I could still walk. Just barely. My legs were weak and my ass burned like crazy. I got some warm towels to clean us up. Soon we were all cuddled up together again and before I knew it Jorge was snoring in my arms. I drift off shortly after that.

The next morning when I awoke, I felt a sudden sense of doom. I opened my eyes but just lay there motionless for a long while thinking. It rarely ever turns out well when you get drunk with a friend and then have sex.

Had I let my lust ruin a good friendship? Would things be different between me and Jorge now? Well, its certainly too late to worry about that now. What's done is done. I went to move and suddenly realized that I actually couldn't. Jorge had me pinned down under his arm and shoulder. Thankfully, he was still asleep.

I eased myself out from under, trying not to wake him. As I got up and put on some shorts, I heard him stir. I ignoring it and headed off to the bathroom. As I stood there taking a whiz, I knew I should be happy about last night. It had been great, but now I was filled with anxiety. And my ass still burned.

When I came back into the room, Jorge had propped himself up on his elbows and was looking directly at me.

"Good morning." He smiled.

"Morning." I said, not looking back at him. I reached for a tee shirt to put on.

"Hey?" He probed.

"Yeah?"

"Something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong." I answered, shaking my head and still not looking at him.

"Then come over here."

I went over to the bed where he pulled me down on top of him. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and drew me into his arms. Clearly things were alright between us, so I just relaxed and lay my head down on his chest. He gently stroked the side of my head and back.

"You alright this morning?" He asked.

"Yeah, just a little hung over." I told him. "I was going to make some coffee. You want to take a shower while I go do that?"

"Maybe in a little while. I just want to lay here with you for a bit." He said, hugging me closer. "Is that alright?"

I nodded my head and stroked his chest. Now this was definitely a good sign. Everything was still cool between us despite last night's activities. I could actually feel the tension in my body evaporate. He breathed deeply and I soon settled into his breathing rhythm.

We didn't wake up again until about noon. He stayed all day and helped me clean up after yesterday's party. Everything seemed back to normal between us, except for one small detail. We couldn't seem to keep our hands off each other.

That evening as we reclined on the sofa, me between his legs and laying back onto his chest, I started to wonder what had brought about this sudden change in him.

As it turns out, his ex-wife had been one of monogamy's biggest enemies. He told me jokingly that her middle name was "infidelity". And I told him about my controlling and difficult to get along with ex- girlfriend. I told him that her middle name was "bitch".

"So, you're saying your wife's infidelity made you start having sex with men?" I asked.

"Are you being deliberately obtuse?" He laughed. "Of course not. I had sex with both men and women long before I ever met my wife. However you are the first person since the divorce."

"So, why me?"

"I suppose the simplest answer is that I am attracted to you. And not just physically. You became my friend and then I became attracted to you. But there was no way of knowing what your opinions were on the matter, until I saw you with Jake."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that."

"Yes, and then there was your very moving confession in the bathroom. It really touched me that you felt compelled to share your most intimate secret with me. That must have been very difficult for you."

"So you had no idea that I was attracted to you before then?"

"Men are attracted to each other all the time. Each of them sees within the other something that they like or admire. That's why they become friends, but it doesn't necessarily mean they're interested in having sex with each other." Jorge told me. "And you never made your attraction plain to me. It would have been remiss of me to make any presumptions on the matter.

"Wow! You are such a grown up." I said. "But I get your point."

Over the following weeks Jorge and I behaved pretty much as we had before. Except that now we slept together most nights. We even discussed living together, but decided that perhaps it wasn't a good idea. Not just yet anyway. So we had a lot of sleepovers.

The curious thing is that, even though neither of us spoke the words, we were definitely faithful to each other. However, we never referred to ourselves as a couple or anything of that nature. Not even in private.

There's a weird phenomenon that has always amazed me. It seems that whenever you are really happy with someone, suddenly everyone around you seems to find you irresistible.

All of sudden, everywhere I turned opportunities for sex were presenting themselves. I was even propositioned by two students. Jorge dealt with this sort of thing all the time so he was able to advise me on the most tactful way to handle situations like that.

"How could you not have seen this coming?" He chuckled. "Lots students will sleep with you for a grade. However, in the case of a man as good looking as you, well, its very likely that some of them have genuine crushes. It's inevitable."

"I don't know, I guess I just never really paid much attention." I told him. "I'm just so busy with all of this outside work."

"It's the faculty members that you should be worried about." He teased. "As I understand it, several of them are very interested in you."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Who? And how do you know?"

"Many of them have asked me personally." He chuckled. "You know, with us being such good friends and all."

"And just what do you tell them?" I inquired.

"Well, Carol Briar seems to be leading the pack right now, but Bruce Jamison in the math department has been asking a lot of questions lately as well."

"Stop kidding." I told him.

"I'm dead serious." Jorge said. "You seem to have developed quite a little cult following."

"And this amuses you why?"

"Oh, don't worry so much. Jamison's under the impression that you're some sort of religious zealot, although that may not stop him trying. And the ladies all believe you're a shy, introverted workaholic. Unfortunately, most of them find that adorable."

"Jesus, enough already. I can't believe you told them all that." I grumbled. "Stop helping, please."

Apparently, this was hilariously funny to him.

"Ah, the tragic curse of sex appeal." He chided me. "My God, you should be flattered."

"What department did you say Bruce was in?" I teased him now.

"Alright, now that's really not funny! I'm certain that Bruce would not like to find out what I do to poachers."

"Ah, vague threats. Perplexing, but sweet. Now I am flattered." I laughed. "Poachers? What's that about? What am I, a Siberian tiger?"

"Oh, I think you take my meaning well enough." He smiled.

Even Jake's been calling me up lately. He's even stopped by unannounced a few times. It wasn't too difficult to keep things on a strictly friendly basis with him. More than anything though, Jake just liked to talk.

He finally confessed what had happened to him all those months ago. It seems that late evening he'd spent with me had caused him no end of trouble with his girlfriend. Apparently, she's not very stable. Neither emotionally nor mentally. According to Jake, she freaked out when he got home that night. Eventually she went into full meltdown mode.

Jake had finally had to admit her to a hospital and then some other things happened that I really didn't pay much attention to, but the important thing is that I gave the appearance of listening. I felt sort of sorry for him.

"Dude, why don't you just leave her?" I asked him.

"I don't know, I just feel so sorry for her sometimes. Besides she only came out here to be with me. If I just leave her, no one else is going to take care of her." He said. "I just don't have it in me to be that heartless."

"Well, send her back home?"

"Home? Hell, her parents were glad to finally be rid of her."

"Is she violent?"

"Sometimes. But there's mood leveling medication to keep that in check."

"I gotta tell you man, this sounds bad."

"You're telling me?" He retorted. "Can we change the subject?"

We talked for a while longer and drank a few beers before he decided that he'd better get back and check on her.

Evidently, as he was leaving he passed Jorge in the drive.

"I passed Jake on the way in." He said evenly. "How's he doing?"

"Hmmm, not so good I'm afraid."

I told him what Jake had relayed me about his girlfriend. His reaction was apathetic at best. And although I had yet to see him pissed off or even in a bad mood thus far, I could tell something was not quite right with him. I was pretty sure what it was.

"Something on your mind?" I asked.

He just shrugged his shoulders and went out onto the deck. I poured up both a scotch, then followed him out there.

Offering him the drink, I said, "Listen Jorge, Jake and I are just friends now. I've made it clear to him how things are between you and I. He seems to just need someone to talk to now and then."

"Uh huh." He said, not even bothering to look in my direction.

His uncharacteristically petulant response ticked me off.

I had no intention of apologizing or making any excuses for some alleged, yet unspoken transgression. Nor for anything that I might actually have done. Those days are over. I am done with trying to live up to other people's expectations and dealing with their insecurities and delusions. Life's too fucking short.

"Well, I'll tell you what, you can believe what I tell you or don't. That's your prerogative." I said, suppressing my hostility. "I've been honest with you thus far and that's all I can offer. If that's not sufficient, well then do what you have to do."

With that, I turned and went back inside. I sat down at my desk and focused my attention on the computer screen. Jorge came in a seconds later. He sat on the bar stool nearest my desk.

"I trust you." Was all he said.

A few seconds later I looked over at him and gave him a quick wink and a smile. That was the last time we ever had to speak about issues of trust.

That evening's fuck session was exceptionally good. Jorge had mastered the art of deep-throating, however I wasn't sure that I'd ever be able to reciprocate. He was simply too large. Our cocks are about the same length, but his has more girth.

We fucked and sucked for hours in almost every position imaginable. I think some of the stuff we did is still illegal in most states.

For some people, getting fucked by a really big dick can become rather addictive. Especially if that dick is owned by a cocksman who is as good as Jorge. Anything less tends to be, well, a bit disappointing.

Personally, I could do without it altogether. I really don't care to get fucked by any sized dick. However, Jorge seems to dig it and I can never get enough of fucking his ass. And well, fair is fair, so we trade ass fucks. I really doubt that I will ever give it up to anyone else but Jorge.

A few days later Jorge informed me that he had to attend some sort seminar or conference in New York. He tried to convince me to come along, but there was no way I could do it with the fast approaching deadline on my current project. Besides, there wasn't enough time to find anyone to cover my class. Him, being a full professor, he had access to quite a few associate and assistant professors who were more than willing to cover his classes. Brown nosing bastards, the lot of them.

"How long you gone for?"

"Two weeks."

"I could maybe fly out for a weekend." I told him.

So I did. We had a really good time together. We decided that over the next break we'd have to go somewhere more tropical, like one of the Caribbean Islands, or maybe Hawaii.

Anyway, when I got home on Sunday afternoon, I didn't even bother to unpack. I just crashed on the sofa. I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, its Jake."

"What's up Jake?"

"Uh, I'm in kind of jam. Can you come down to the police station and bail me out?"

On the way back Jake told me the whole sordid story. Seems he'd finally had enough of his girlfriend's erratic behavior and was packing to leave when she attacked him. While he was trying to fend her off she got a few bumps and bruises, then called the police and had him charged with domestic violence.

"Well, obviously you can't go back there."

"No."

"Alright, you'll stay at my place until you can get this all straighten out. Sound good?"

"Yeah." He said quietly. "And Craig, thanks."

We got Jake all set up in the loft that overlooks the living room. There wasn't much up there besides a futon, so I went out the next day to buy a privacy screen and some other stuff to make it into a more comfortable living space. I'd been planning to do that anyway, I just hadn't gotten around to it. Now it was done and Jake was most appreciative.

Eventually Jake was going to have to go over to his old place to pick up his things. For that he needed a police escort. I went along with him to lend a hand and provide moral support. Besides, I was curious to see this psychotic girlfriend.

Unfortunately she wasn't there when we arrived. Or maybe that was a good thing. She had done a great deal of damage to most of his clothes and many of his personal items.

Jake was crestfallen. He looked utterly humiliated and defeated. We gathered up what was salvageable and got the hell out of there.

I consoled Jake as best I could, while wondering how I would explain this all to Jorge. Well, he wasn't due back for another few days. I'd cross that bridge when I got to it.

Meanwhile, Jake was very depressed. He moped around the house like a sad old dog. I did my best to pick up his spirits, which meant getting him out of the house. We went out to lunch together and walked on the beach. I even got him out to a few clubs. Anything to help him shake off the malaise that was plaguing him.

Late one evening, just as I was drifting off to sleep, I glance over and saw Jake standing in my bedroom doorway.

"What's wrong dude?"

He didn't say anything. I turned on the bedside light and went over to him. He had his head down, but I could tell that he'd been crying.

"Mind if I sleep with you tonight?" He asked softly.

"Oh boy, that's really not a good idea." I thought to myself. But he was obviously in pain and I am such an easy mark when it comes to tears. They get to me every time.

"Sure."

The next day was Saturday and Jake didn't seem in any better shape than the night before. We ate breakfast out on the deck looking at the ocean. We didn't say much, just ate and watched the waves lap at the shore.

Jorge was due back any day now and I was thinking about what was going to happen when he returned.

Just then the front gate buzzer rang. I got up to go see who it was.

"You expecting company?" Jake asked.

"Its probably Jorge." I said, then I remember that he had a key.

Why would he be ringing the buzzer. Unless he'd forgotten them. But clearly the bigger issue here was that I was going to have to deal with the whole 'Jake staying here' situation right this minute.

Whatever.

I opened the door and looked down the stairs. It was a woman that I'd never seen before.

"Can I help you?" I called down the steps.

"Is Jake here? I see his truck in the drive."

Then it occurred to me who this must be. It must be Jake's girlfriend.

"How the hell did she know where I lived?" I wondered.

"Just a second." I called down to her.

I wasn't about to just let some psychopath into my house.

"I heard", Jake said coming up behind me. "This won't take long. I'll get rid of her."

As I went back out onto the deck, I didn't have a good feeling about this. I was almost certain there was going to be an ugly scene.

The next thing I heard was a series of loud popping sound. I raced back inside toward door. I could see Jake laying face down at the top of the stairs with his eyes half closed.

I ran toward him and then heard another popping sound. It startled me but still I kept reaching for him. I started to freak out when I saw the blood running from his temple.

When I got to him I saw that his eyes had closed. And I saw her running out the gate.

"Oh shit, dude!" I yelled, reaching down to him.

I ran back inside and dialed 911.

"My friend's been shot, I need an ambulance!"

I didn't know what else to do, so I went back out to Jake. If nothing else, I didn't want him to die with face on the cold stone stairs, so I propped him up in my lap.

"Alright man, you're going to be alright. The ambulance will be here soon." I said as I held on to him.

"Oh my God, please don't let him die", was all I kept thinking.

He was still breathing so I knew he wasn't gone yet. But I was still terrified that he might be soon.

"Oh man!" I said. "Come on dude, wake up. You're gonna be alright. Come on, please!"

"Oh shit, what happened?" He said, groggily rolling his head in my lap.

"Good! Alright!" I said nervously, "Just be still, everything's alright."

"Fuck! That crazy bitch shot me didn't she?" He asked. "How did you get here? You shouldn't be here."

"I've always been here." I told him, not really understanding what he was asking, but at least I could keep him talking.

His eyes started to droop again. I was scared as hell.

"Hey, hey, focus on me okay? I've called the ambulance, they'll be here soon." I told him.

"Can you be still please? This pain is stellar." He said.

Apparently, I was shaking wildly. I forced myself to be still as best I could.

"Yeah, anything, just don't..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

"I'm not going anywhere." He said.

I held him in my lap quietly. Then I noticed the blood stains on his shirt. Damn, he'd been hit in a couple of other place besides the one that grazed his head.

"Hey, are you still with me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He assured me.

I could hear the sirens getting closer. My eyes blurred with water again and again as I tried to blink it away. I held onto my friend. I never wanted anything more in my life than for him to be alright.

"Dude, you're moving again." Jake choked on the words.

"I'm sorry man." I told him, looking down at him. "I won't do it again. I swear!"

The sirens, the sounds all crashing in on me. Paramedics, police, running, everybody talking all at once. Sirens still wailing, lights flashing. My senses were reeling, I felt sick. It was all just too much.

As they took him away from me I told him once again that he'd be alright.

"Yeah, I know man. Its okay."

Then I was sitting in a cold brightly lit hospital hallway. I had blood all over me. I was very cold. And I didn't even remember driving here.

There were so many questions from the police. I hadn't been much help to them I'm afraid.

"Where the hell is that doctor? How long have I been here? Is Jake alright?" All these questions swirling around in my head.

I put my head down in my hands, mostly because I was very tired but still all wound up. And also because I didn't want anyone to see my tears of frustration and anger.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I must have jumped about a mile out of my seat.

"Craig, what happened? Are you alright?"

It was Jorge. I grabbed him and held on tight. I was never so glad to see anyone as I was to see him at that moment.

"I stopped at your house and there were police everywhere. They told me that you were here." He said, holding me. "Are you alright?"

I could only nod because the tears were coming too fast now for me to be able to speak. I put my head on his shoulder.

"Okay, okay. Its alright. Here, let's sit down." He said.

When I was able to speak, I told him the whole fucked up story.

From the corner of my eye I saw the doctor approaching. His body language told me that he didn't have good news.

Epilogue:

"So I understand that you've been having that dream again?" Dr. Bennett said.

"Yeah."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"No, not really." I said with tears welling up in my eyes as I turned away from him.

How many times could I tell him about that fucking dream? How many more times would I have it?

How many times would he have to remind me that Jake died in my arms. That he was probably dead not long after I picked him up. He couldn't have survived more than a few minutes with a wound like that.

"But I heard him speak." I insisted. "I know I heard him."

"That's not very like Craig. The paramedics couldn't have done any good anyway. Jake was shot through the heart and no amount of curbside assistance could have saved him." Dr. Bennett had told me.

Those words kept echoing in my head.

"You know its perfectly natural that you are experiencing... blah, blah, blah..." Dr. Bennett droned on.

I think that this'll be my last visit with Dr. Repetitive Rhetoric.

Jorge seems to be the only source of comfort in my life these days. Especially at Jake's funeral and then during the trial, where I had to testify.

All I had wanted to do was retreat into my own little world. In some respects, I felt responsible for Jake's demise. I know it wasn't rational, but its difficult to come to terms with having a friend die right before your eyes, in your arms.

It was Jorge who had pushed, cajoled, patronized, criticized and whatever else it took to guide me through that dark period. He remained steadfast and undaunted even when I was a jackass to him. The man has a truly altruistic soul.

He even suggested that perhaps I should write it all down, you know, as a way of exorcizing my demons. I'll probably do just that. I've already got a title, "A Requiem For Jake". No, that sounds too sad. I'll come up with something.