Single

SINGLE By Russell S. res1961@airmail.net

This story contains depictions of sex between consenting men. If you don't like that kind of thing, find something else to do. Some depictions may not portray the characters behaving in a sexually safe manner, but it's only a story. Always play safe in the real world, and have fun.

SINGLE

The place was noisy, just like all the other bars in all the other cities Jamie had been in. But this was his city, and his favorite bar, so it all seemed more comfortable and a lot less imposing. He recognized a lot of the faces, guys he'd never taken the time to talk to simply because he wasn't interested in them, but they still felt a little like friends all meeting in a familiar place to socialize. He hated to admit that he actually liked the bar, so he usually had a snide comment for anyone asking questions. God forbid he'd come across like just another tired bar fly. "I can't be tired yet," he thought, "I'm too young." But he was tired. Tired of looking for companionship to cover the next two or three hours, but also tired of not finding it. He hated the paradox of not thinking he wanted anyone in his life, but still wanting somebody in his bed. He'd spent many hours self-analyzing, working on ideas of how he'd gotten to this place in his short life. Lots of ideas came to him, but they only lasted until the next time he began to think, then he'd start over with a whole new set of ideas and theories. Tonight, however, he wasn't thinking much. He was talking to a cute guy sitting next to him at the bar.

The conversation started out like most all of them in bars, almost by accident. Jamie had been sitting on one of the few stools near the corner of the bar when the cute guy walked up. He didn't look in Jamie's direction right away, he was more interested in buying a drink. Jaime saw him, however, and sized him up.

"Cute face, nice legs, dark hair, toned arms and chest," Jamie said to him self. "Just my type." He couldn't see too much else under the loose shorts the guy wore, but guessing from his waist size he probably had a cute, little ass, too. Jamie loved a nice ass and the immediate spark in his mind of what this guy looked like naked made his dick begin to lengthen. He continued to look at the cutie while the bartender mixed a drink and took the money for it. The hard part now was what to do next. Jamie hated this part of going out and sitting around, waiting to see if anything went further than a few looks. He hated having to make the first move or try to start a conversation. He'd had discussions with his friends about how they met guys, but they all seemed to have the same feelings that it was awkward to make the first move. Jamie wondered how many other guys in the room felt exactly the same way as he did, caught between wanting to be open and talkative, but not able to get the first word out of their mouths. As fate would have it, the cute guy saved Jamie the trouble.

Looking around the bar and sipping his drink, the guy glanced over at Jamie a couple of times, then a few seconds later took a longer look. Jamie knew that look. It was the same look he'd given the guy when he'd first approached the bar. With a slight smile on his face, the cute guy turned away again, but only for a minute. He seemed to be looking for someone, but was it a nervous ploy before he decided if it was safe to try to talk to Jamie, or was he really looking for somebody he'd recognize? Jamie wasn't too concerned. After all, he'd been to the bar plenty of times before, seen plenty of good looking guys, then watched them walk away and disappear into the crowd. More likely than not, it would happen with this guy, too. Turning back towards the bar, Jamie took a swallow of his drink and slumped down a little bit on the barstool.

"Is anyone sitting here?" Jamie heard from his right. Looking up from his drink he saw it was the cute guy asking the question. "Do you mind?" the guy asked motioning toward the barstool next to Jamie.

"Oh. Uh, no, please go right ahead, have a seat," Jamie answered. He was caught off guard having to speak after assuming the guy was only passing by. He was glad his assumption had been wrong, but he wished his answer had sounded a little less surprised. The door was now open to saying more which gave Jamie a small boost in confidence, so he decided to run with it. After all, the guy looked really good.

The young man seemed pretty friendly and they begin talking. After the obligatory, "Where are you from," "Are you here with friends," and "How's your evening going," they got into a regular conversation, almost like a first date. Jamie began filling in the blanks as he listened, first of all the guy's name, Allen. As they traded questions and answers back and forth, they learned they were the same age, 25, with birthdays only six weeks apart. Jamie learned that Allen was in town for his job, had arrived early that evening, and was to spend time traveling between the various offices of customers. It was his first real job after college. Allen liked it ok, but it got kind of lonely sometimes in unfamiliar cities. The last time he'd been to Jamie's city he'd not even gone out of the hotel except for meeting customers. This trip he'd been determined he wasn't going to stay cooped up, especially over the weekend. His first meeting wasn't until early Monday morning, but it had been cheaper to fly in Friday night and put him in a hotel, so his company sent him early. He had two days to kill before having anything to do with work.

It didn't take very long before all of the standard questions had been asked. Jamie felt himself tensing a little as he wondered how long they'd keep talking and what would materialize, if anything. In some ways, Jamie wished there was a polite way to let everybody know he was cruising for sex without actually making it seem that blatant. A lot of guys he knew wished for the same kind of arrangement, appearing to be nice and wholesome and good boyfriend material, but inside all they wanted for now was a hot guy naked in their bed. Jamie's predicament was how to direct the conversation toward something more sexual, but not making it seem like he slept around. An awkward silence took over for about half a minute, then Allen saved the day once more.

"So, are you single?" he asked.

"Yeah, for about six months now," Jamie returned. "Do you have a boyfriend back home?"

"I did for a while, but he didn't handle my traveling very well. We tried making things work, but being apart was too hard. And he's pretty young, wanting everything to happen all at once. Luckily, we weren't living together, so breaking up wasn't too big a deal. It lasted about six months," Allen explained.

"I can relate," Jamie added. "I had a boyfriend in college, a year older than me, who only took two weeks after he graduated to decide things wouldn't work since he was out of school and I still had another year. We had a lot of fun and shared a lot of time together and it hurt like hell when he told me what he thought. He was right, of course. You can't sit around thinking about someone you want to be with all the time when they can't be there anymore. At least I had the summer back home to work it all out."

"Did you see anyone else while you finished your last year?" Allen asked.

"Yeah, actually a couple of guys. One of them wasn't a student, he worked in a restaurant close to campus, we dated for a few weeks, but I was growing and he wasn't. I had one more relationship before I graduated, but it didn't really go any further than the bedroom. We had a lot in common, including a love for sex, so I think it was more just an extended sexual encounter instead of a true relationship." Jamie realized after saying it that he'd suddenly made sex a topic of discussion. In a way he was relieved, now he could find out how open Allen was to hooking up.

"Sometimes you just need that kind of engagement," Allen responded. "I had a closeted fuck buddy or two during college." Jamie was encouraged by Allen's frankness. At least he wasn't shy about letting Jamie know he'd bedded a few guys. Jamie again felt his dick swell slightly as he drew a mental picture of Allen fucking, or getting fucked.

"So, what happened to the last guy, six months ago?" Allen inquired as he moved his barstool slightly closer to Jamie. Their bare knees were almost touching now and Jamie swore Allen was very lightly brushing the hair on his legs against Jamie deliberately. The tiny sensations felt good and began to fuel the thoughts in his mind about what kind of sexual partner Allen might be.

"To be totally honest," Jamie began, "I decided I didn't want a boyfriend any longer. At least not for a while. Looking back, it seemed like I'd had one relationship after another after I came out in college. There was always somebody with me, or wanting to be with me. They were all different, and a couple of them were great guys, but I wanted to be on my own, with nobody's help for once. I wanted to be single."

Allen swallowed the last of his drink, then turned to the bartender for another. "I came out after I left college, so it hasn't been a long time for me. I couldn't get my act together and be myself back then. It was too scary and I was too unsure. The guy I broke up with just recently was my first real attempt to have what anyone would call a boyfriend. Until my job settles down a little and I'm in one place most of the time I'm not going to look too hard for another. If it happens, if happens." Allen paid for the drink and repositioned himself on the barstool so he could see a little more of the crowd, but remained close to Jamie.

Pointing toward a corner of the room, Allen leaned toward Jamie and said in a slightly lower tone, "What do you think about the guy in the navy t-shirt and jeans?"

Jamie took a look and had a flash of memory, but couldn't immediately place the face. "He's pretty hot. I've seen him before, but I can't remember where." His expression suddenly changed and his eyes darted away from the guy. "Now I remember."

"Where was it," Allen asked, "a party or something?"

Jamie hesitated to answer, wondering what Allen would think of him if he told the truth about where he'd seen the guy in the corner. He thought to him self, "It's not time to start lying," so he answered Allen's question. "I saw him at one of the bathhouses in town."

Allen grinned and looked right into Jamie's eyes. "So you're that kind of boy," he teased, letting out a little laugh.

Jamie looked away feeling pretty cheap. He knew some guys' attitude toward the baths was pretty bad. They assumed all the worst things happened there, that everybody barebacked everybody else, and the only guys that went were the ones who couldn't find anybody at the bars or in the chat rooms, the guys desperate for cock. Jamie had never felt desperate when he'd been to the baths, just super horny. "I've not been in a couple of months. It's not a habit I picked up or anything," he explained.

"Hey," Allen came back, "it's ok with me. I mean, what's the difference with picking up a guy in a bar and taking him home for a fuck and going to a bathhouse for a fuck? You were safe, at least, I hope."

"Oh, yeah, always," Jamie quickly answered. He felt a little relief that Allen wasn't suddenly looking down his nose at him. "You're pretty open about it. I'm glad to hear that."

Allen lifted his drink to his mouth and swallowed. "I'm pretty open about most everything. Other peoples' lives and habits don't bother me. I'm only trying to take care of myself, not save the world."

Jamie thought about Allen's comment and realized how much he was enjoying his laid back attitude. So far during the whole conversation nothing had come up that seemed to rattle him or piss him off. He had an air of stability about him, and a definite aura of confidence. It all gave Jamie a sense of security.

Allen broke the silence with another question. "What was the wildest thing you ever did at the bathhouse?" Jamie looked at him and started to blush. "Come on, don't get shy with me. I want to know." Allen was smiling again as he coaxed Jamie into revealing a secret or two.

Jamie stifled his blush as best he could, telling him self it was ok to talk. He'd never really discussed any of this with his friends, but they had never asked. He wasn't even sure if any of them knew he'd been to the baths. It was almost an unwritten rule you didn't talk about it. Lot's of guys did it, but heaven forbid they'd acknowledge running around in a towel, chasing dick.

"I know you've got to have a good, hot story for me, Jamie," Allen prodded. "I want to hear it."

"Let me think a minute," Jamie said. He wanted to be sure he'd start a story that wouldn't make him look too slutty, if that was possible. "Let me get another drink right quick and I'll see what I can come up with."

"Cool," said Allen, smiling again.

A couple of minutes passed while Jamie waited on his drink. That gave him enough time to think about what he'd tell Allen. He could actually think of a lot of things, but nothing that he considered to be wild or outlandish. Jamie had always been pretty vanilla, even at the baths. As he paid for his drink he decided on the story he'd tell. It wasn't very wild, but it was one of his best times at the bathhouse, an event from only three months earlier.

Allen sat and looked at Jamie as the story began, appearing eager to hear every word. Jamie wondered if Allen got a charge out of hearing about other peoples' sex lives or if he was just making conversation. Or maybe it was something else. Putting all his ideas about Allen's motivation on the back burner, Jamie began his story.

"This happened about three months ago, on a Friday night," Jamie began. "I'd been here at the bar for about an hour and a half watching the crowd, looking around, seeing one hot guy after another give me a two second glance and walk away. That can be hell on your ego if you're not used to it, but I've been around enough so it didn't bother me. I was horny as hell, and had been all day. I hadn't planned on going to the baths, but I usually end up going on the spur of the moment, anyway. It got to be around 11:30, maybe midnight, and it was getting a little frustrating wondering if anybody was going to fall into my lap. I'd had enough alcohol to finally decide I'd make something happen somewhere else, at the bathhouse. So I took off and headed that way.

"You may already know, but one of them is pretty close to here. It's the nicer of the two in town, so I usually go there. The crowd is a little younger, too, maybe a little more clean cut, and little more pretty. It's too bad a lot of them don't check their attitudes at the door when they check their clothes, but that's another story. I'd paid for my room and gone on in, didn't waste any time before stripping down and wrapping my towel around my waist. I always try to get it kind of low on my hips. It shows more skin that way. There were lots of guys running around, some in towels, some in shorts, one or two just carrying their towels and showing everything right up front. You're not supposed to do that outside of the rooms or the wet areas, but it happens anyway and nobody seems to care much. After the bar I was feeling a little smoky and sticky, so I walked down to the showers. There's always a good parade of naked guys down there, walking between the sauna and the steam room, or getting in the hot tub, or taking a shower. If you like to just look the showers are great for that since they are totally open. After looking at guys at the bar, watching naked men all wet and soapy just made me want it more. I don't usually jump right into things, and that night wasn't any different. I figure if I'm going to be there five or six hours I ought to pace myself. And there's always the idea that an even better looking group of guys may come in later, so why rush into anything ten minutes after you get there.

"I took my shower, taking my time as I looked around. Sometimes I like to see if anybody is actually watching me, so I'll soap up all over, then start pulling on my cock. I'll get about half hard then look around to see who's staring. It's usually the trolls, but not always. I did see one or two guys who looked pretty good, but they were talking to each other. They did look my direction a couple of times, but the noise from the running water drown out everything they were saying. I rinsed off and grabbed my towel. I was going to check out the sauna and the steam room, so there wasn't much reason to dry off.

"As I opened the door to the sauna I immediately knew something was going on. A couple of guys were almost blocking the door as they stood in the way trying to watch somebody else. As it turned out, three guys were right in the middle of the sauna, two of them standing, the third on his knees sucking their cocks. They both had huge cocks, at least eight or nine inches each, and thick. The guy on his knees was having a hard time sucking them in very far, but he was trying. He'd suck on one, then turn to the other. Another guy tried to get into the action, but when he realized none of them were going to pay any attention to him he backed off and just watched, stroking his cock. Almost the whole crowd was stroking as they watched the guy suck the other two. All three of them were pretty hot. The guy sucking cock looked really cute, even cuter with a dick in his mouth. As horny as I was it didn't take but half a minute and I was hard under my towel. I don't think anybody else had on a towel, so I took mine off. About two seconds later I felt a hand reach over and feel me up, stroking me a few times. It felt good, but the guy doing it wasn't my type at all. Since he wasn't being pushy I let him keep his hand on me. He kept squeezing and lightly pulling on my cock as the sweat began to build up on me. As horny as I was it didn't take much longer before I was dripping precum, too. I tend to make a lot when I'm really horny or when I'm in bed with a guy. Since my purpose was to hookup with someone instead of just watch I moved away from where I'd been standing after pushing the guy's hand away. The room is pretty dark so it's hard to really tell who's good looking until you get pretty close. Even then it can be a little iffy. I looked around the sauna as best I could, but part of it was still blocked by all the guys watching the cocksucker. I put my towel back on and walked out."

Jamie stopped long enough to take a drink, then continued. "I walked over to the steam room and cruised a couple of guys sitting in the hot tub, but I couldn't really see much. They were cute in the face, but the rest of them was under water. I went on to the door of the steam room and just as I reached for it this guy walks out. Dripping with sweat, his dark blond hair slicked back, well built body, and a cock that looked perfect for sucking on, he held the door open as I moved forward. I looked back at him before the door shut and hated I'd not come in here first and been able to see what he was doing. As the door closed I saw him walking toward the showers to rinse off.

"Inside the steam room I immediately heard sex sounds coming from the corner. It's impossible to see anything unless you're standing close to the action, so I moved toward the noise. Two or three guys were sitting on the upper bench, one of them stroking his dick, the other two just sitting. A little closer to the far corner I found the guys making all the noise. It was another group of three, one guy on his back on the tile bench leaning his head back sucking an attractive guy bent down over his face, the third guy sucking the cock of the one laying down. He was fingering his ass pretty good, too. The one on his back was making most of the noise as he moaned and groaned from the ass play. The only time you didn't hear him out loud was when his mouth was full of cock. It wasn't the best three-way I'd ever seen, but I was getting hard again watching them and thinking how much I like to 69. I guess I'm pretty oral. Anyway, the guys kept going at it as I leaned against the wall and watched for a few minutes. I was already feeling sweat running off of me. I have to be careful or I end up staying in the steam room too long. I end up dehydrated and with a headache, which I hate. I stroked my dick totally hard as I enjoyed the way the sweat and steam makes my hand slide over it. I was getting too warm, though, and decided to go stand under the shower again. I'd still only been there about half an hour. About the time I started toward the door the guy who'd been fingering the other one's ass had moved up closer and was stroking his cock. I'm sure he was getting ready to fuck him, but I didn't stick around to watch.

"One of the same guys was still in the hot tub and I gave him another look, but he didn't seem interested in returning it. Sometimes I don't know if a guy is shy or just not interested. He was standing up in the water this time and I got to see his chest, which was pretty nice, but I couldn't see his dick. I walked the little way on to the showerheads and had a little surprise waiting for me. The hot guy who'd opened the steam room door for me was standing just to the side of the showers drying off. He wasn't hard, but his cock was a little more full than I'd noticed a few minutes earlier. I'm sure he'd given it a few squeezes under the shower spray. I threw my towel over a bar and stepped up to a showerhead a couple away from him. I'd had about enough subtle maneuvering by then so I looked him right in the eye. I was glad when he didn't instantly look away. In fact, he smiled a little. I stood under the water, running my hands over my chest and stomach, down my legs, finally across my dick and balls. I wasn't hard then, but I wanted to see if the hot guy was paying attention. He kept watching me off and on, smiling now and then. I wondered just what he was thinking. I knew what I was thinking by that point, wanting to hookup with this guy and see what he was like in private. Before I realized it my cock was sticking straight up in front of me. For some reason it embarrassed me a little to think I was being that blatant in front of this guy, but it didn't stop me. As he kept looking at me he wrapped his towel around his waist and took a couple of steps away. I'm terrible at picking up on signals and I thought maybe he'd seen all he wanted. I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, drying off this time. The guy had walked off around the corner, but about twenty seconds later I saw him come back just far enough to look at me one more time. He smiled at me again, then disappeared around the corner headed back to where the rooms are. You can bet I dried off fast and headed that way, too.

"His room was near the back of the hallway, but I found it without much trouble. Luckily, he'd left his door open, maybe hoping I was looking for him. His towel was still around his waist, but as I stopped at his door he pulled it off, showing me his muscular ass and nice cock and balls. He started to get hard, and I still was. I just stood there watching as he got totally hard in front of me. There wasn't any doubt in my mind by then about hooking up with him. We both wanted the same thing, each other's cock. A couple of other guys had walked by and looked in, but I was in the way for them to see much. He finally motioned for me to come in, so I took a couple of steps forward, trying not to feel too nervous. I felt his hand on my shoulder as I heard the door close behind me.

"After that, his hands were all over me. Across my chest and stomach, around my sides, then back up along my shoulders and neck, then running his fingers through my hair. He was looking at me, too, like he was doing an examination, but it was anything but clinical. My hands were on him, too, mostly feeling the hard smoothness of his chest. He wasn't overly muscular, but his whole body was toned to the max, feeling like flesh covered stone. His cock was the same way, totally hard, but soft to the touch. I've felt lots of dicks, but that first touch is always a thrill for me. His hands had moved down to my butt, squeezing and kneading both cheeks like he was making bread or something. We'd moved close enough our chests and cocks were pressed together. The next thing I felt was his mouth along my neck, licking, kissing, and sucking from my collarbone to my ear. That's always a turn-on for me. Both of us were really clicking. But then he kissed me." Jamie paused to sip his drink and catch his breath.

"Was he a good kisser?" Allen asked, looking into Jamie's eyes as if he'd see the answer in them.

"Yeah," Jamie answered, "he was. And kissing only makes me hornier. Like I could have been any more horny than I was already."

Allen sat back on his barstool, leaned against the rail, and listened as Jamie continued. He was keeping mental notes about things Jamie said, especially what turned him on. He didn't know what was going on in Jamie's mind, but Allen was certainly thinking about more than the story.

Jamie went on. "He kissed me hard on the mouth at first, his arms around my shoulders pulling us together. Not quite ending that first kiss, he started again, but this time began to slowly add his tongue to the mixture of lips and wetness. And I did, too, sliding my tongue against his teeth, into his mouth, feeling him pushing back at me from inside. The whole experience was intense as we hung onto each other tightly, mashing our bodies together, feeling our cocks rub between us, swapping spit as we wrestled for dominance with our tongues, seeing who could fight his way into the other one's mouth. Somehow we'd managed to get to the edge of the small mattress there in his room. He was gently pushing me backwards against it, my knees bending at the edge of the platform. We broke our kiss just long enough for me to lay down and him to move along beside me. Ten seconds later we were right back at it, almost sucking each other's face off. I could feel myself starting to leak precum from being so turned on. He must have felt it against him or something, because without even looking he took my cock in his hand and began to rub the goo around the head. That only made me leak more and tense up. It felt really good and he could tell it was getting to me as I started making sounds deep in my chest.

"He slid down my chest and stomach, finally reaching my cock with his mouth. There wasn't any pretense about what he'd do, he swallowed my cock whole and started sucking. He was one great cocksucker, too. Lots of tongue, no teeth, and very wet. I couldn't help but buck up into his mouth a few times as he kept sucking me. By then my mouth was watering to taste him, too, so I gently began to pull on him to move around over me. Like I said, I love to 69. As soon as his cock was hanging over my face I took it in my mouth, trying to suck him as good as he was doing me, swirling my tongue over the head, lots of spit. We got a good rhythm started, totally getting into each other, as if our cocks were molded to fit each other's mouth. When it's good like that it's almost as if you're sucking your own cock, doing it just how you know you want it. As good as it was, though, I didn't want to cum right then. This guy was too hot for a ten minute blowjob, then out the door. I wanted to see what else he might be up for.

"I finally pulled my face away from his cock and balls long enough to breathe a little, so he did the same. I guess he'd had enough because he turned back around face to face and we started kissing again. We were still sucking each other, but now it was our tongues again, back and forth between our lips and teeth, wanting to taste everything we could of each other. I could taste some of my precum still in his mouth, too. We were both catching deep breaths now and then as we went at each other almost frantically. He moved away just far enough to look into my eyes. He looked as deeply as he could, like he was trying to find something inside my head. We'd not said a single word to each other so far, just enjoying the lustful feelings, but he broke the pattern of slurping and sucking noises when he said, 'Do you like to fuck?'

"I've always wondered why guys ask that. I've heard of guys who don't like to fuck, but I've never met any. The only real question is who's top and who's bottom. I told him I loved to fuck, but still didn't know if I'd be getting his ass or taking his dick up mine. Before I could ask, he decided for us. 'Fuck me,' was all he said.

"I glanced around and saw lube and condoms on the ledge by the bed. I handed him the lube and grabbed a rubber. He didn't waste any time at all pushing a finger up his hole, working it open and getting things lubed up. The rubber was lubed, but it's never enough, so I motioned for some more. He squirted a little onto the head of my cock and rubbed it up and down the shaft. I'm glad he didn't prolong it or I'd have shot right there. I wanted his ass bad so I did what I could to hold off. I've always heard if you squeeze your balls kind of tight it stops you from cumming, so I tried it. I don't know if it helped much, but maybe it slowed things down some. He'd dropped the lube and was scooting up over my stomach letting me know he was ready to take it. He wasn't any more subtle about taking my cock in his ass than he was about sucking on it, he went the whole way down in one move. About three seconds later he moved back up, almost sliding off, but reversed at the last second, driving my dick all the way back in. He let out this loud moan making me wonder if it hurt that bad or hurt that good. His eyes were closed as he rode me, his hands on my chest, rubbing my skin and tormenting my nipples. I was holding his legs in my hands feeling the muscles tense and relax as he moved up and down. He held his position a little higher over me so I took advantage of it to raise my ass off the bed and pump into him a few strokes. Just then he moved way up and out of reach, pulling off my cock. He stepped over and off to the side of bed, then leaned down and kissed me deep again, at the same time pulling me upwards. I stood up beside him, but he quickly took my place on the mattress. Laying on his back, he pulled his legs up and open, then repeated his earlier request. 'Fuck me.'

I got on my knees between his legs, holding his ankles high and wide, looking down at his hard cock, his shaved balls tensed up tight against the base of his meat, a couple of inches below them a glistening, wet hole waiting for my cock. He pushed my cock down into place and I moved forward, sliding in pretty easy, although he was still pretty tight. From the way he sounded and reacted I think he was a total bottom boy, loved to get fucked. All I wanted to do was fuck him some more, so things were working out great. I pushed in deep and held it a little just to feel the inside of his ass squeeze around my cock. He was ready for more action, I guess, because as I tried to hold still he started to move. He was getting a little more noisy, too, but that only made me hotter. There's something about knowing a guy is getting off on what I'm doing that just makes me want to do it more. So I started to fuck him again, this time going at my own pace.

"I speeded things up a little, pumping faster and a little harder. I wanted to cum by then, as if my mind and body had that one goal. Even if he'd asked me I don't think I could have stopped. My whole being was geared toward fucking, just for the sake of an orgasm. I could feel myself going even faster, the muscles in my legs and back doing the work he'd started earlier. They burned a little bit from the stress and speed, but I didn't even consider slowing down. The guy was moaning like crazy by then, his eyes closed and his screwed up. Every so often he'd stroke his cock a few times, then let go. I think he was ready to cum, too, but wanted to meet me there. I could feel myself getting closer, that familiar tightening inside, your whole body becoming a little more rigid, your cock swelling and getting that last little bit harder before you blow. I think he could sense it in me, and he started to talk. 'Fuck me, man. Come on, fuck my ass. Harder, give it to me. Blow your fucking load up my hole. FUCK ME HARD!' He was almost yelling, but it worked, I fucked him harder and harder, pounding against his ass, trying to keep the pace going for both of us. There was no other emotion in the room except total lust, sexual energy burning like a wild fire, slamming our bodies together, feeling the heat, smelling the sweat, hearing the sounds, then that slightest of moments when you know it's going to happen and you can't stop it any longer, that little trigger trips and you're cumming. I think I heard myself yell, 'Fucking god,' then seeing him grabbing his cock, stroking two or three quick times, and both of us shooting our loads, mine deep in his ass and his flying out across his chest and stomach. I remember straining to get as deep inside him as I could, wanting to feel every drop of my sperm shoot in him, my orgasm lingering on and on.

"Everything comes to a stop, of course, and a few short minutes later I was pulling out of him, trying to keep the condom from pulling off too soon. I'd left a big load in the end of it, at least as much as he'd squirted onto his chest. The guy still had his eyes closed and I wondered if he was falling asleep or something. I know I was worn out after a fuck like that. Everything about it just seemed to fall into place. One of those sexual fantasy type things, I guess. He opened his eyes as he heard me rummaging around for my towel. I needed another shower to rinse off the sweat and lube. My dick was already getting that sticky feeling as the remnants of lube and cum dried on it. I looked at his face one last time to make a mental note about him. I didn't want to forget him too fast, but I knew as good as it turned out it was still just a bathhouse fuck. There wasn't much chance of repeating it with him again. He was still lying there, stretched out the full length of the bed now, very hot to look at. I didn't know what to say, so I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the mouth. 'Thanks, man,' I told him, and smiled. He smiled back, 'You bet.'

Allen sat and stared at Jamie for at least a minute, neither saying anything. Jamie wondered again what was going through Allen's head, was he still interested or about to get up and walk away. Allen finally spoke. "You tell a hell of a story."

He couldn't tell if Allen's comment was a compliment or not, so Jamie asked. "You liked it?"

"You could say that, yeah," Allen answered as his eyes moved toward his lap. Jamie followed Allen's eyes downward and immediately saw the outline in his shorts, the unmistakable length and width of a hard dick. "Fucking hot story, Jamie."

Jamie smiled as he enjoyed the slight feeling of control that came with knowing he'd got Allen hard. Allen adjusted his shorts a little to make room for his cock, but it still wasn't totally comfortable. He knew that was impossible unless he was naked, something he was very determined to become as soon as possible. Both guys sat quietly now, drinking the last few drops of alcohol as it trickled out from between the ice cubes in their upturned glasses. Allen finally spoke. "Did you come out just to have a drink tonight? I know I didn't."

"No, I didn't, either," said Jamie, feeling more and more aroused, his own dick now straining uncomfortably in his clothes. He was past the point of shyness, it was time to see where things were actually going. "Where did you say your hotel was?"

"Not far, about a mile, just across the highway. Wanna follow me and have another drink there?" Allen asked tentatively.

"Yeah, that'd be great." Jamie felt his mouth getting dry as he thought of Allen naked in bed, knowing how much they both wanted the other, if only for an hour. All his thoughts seemed to mix with the alcohol giving him a very pleasant, relaxed sense of what was going to happen. "Let's go."

PART TWO

Their cars had been parked coincidentally close together, and the drive was short, so fifteen minutes later they walked into Allen's hotel room. It was a decent hotel, nice room, clean, with a king size bed. A large picture window overlooked part of the city from where they were on the fifteenth floor, the drapes wide open showing the view. Jamie looked around as Allen dropped his keys and wallet on the dresser. "You ready for that drink?" he asked Jamie.

"Great idea. Fix me one while I use the bathroom?" Jamie asked.

"No problem," replied Allen. He began to pour rum and coke from two bottles he'd bought earlier in the day. Ice he'd scooped from the machine late that afternoon was a little slushy in the container, but usable. Finishing the drinks, he waited for Jamie. "Ready when you are, Hot Stuff," he called to Jamie.

Jamie answered from behind the door, "Just a sec." He'd taken time to wash his face, check his hair and breath, and decided everything was good. Allen was more than hot enough to hold his interest and Jamie felt almost lucky to have met him. He hoped Allen felt the same. As he opened the door and walked back into the room he saw Allen pulling off his shoes and socks, dropping them next to a chair by the window. "Are you going to get naked in front of the whole city?" Jamie teased, smiling as he said it. He wanted nothing more than to see Allen naked.

Allen smiled back at him. "I may. That ok with you?"

"It's more than ok," said Jamie, his voice lower than before as it responded to all the emotions and hormones building inside him. "Let me help you." He walked toward Allen, stopping long enough to turn out one lamp, leaving a second one furthest from the window on. The dimmed light changed the mood of the room dramatically. Everything was softer, less defined, but still easy to make out. When he reached Allen he immediately took the hem of his shirt and lifted it just enough to see Allen's stomach. Slightly tanned skin and a small amount of soft, dark hair trailing off into his pants came into view, much to Jamie's delight. "Let's get this off, I want to see you." His voice was even more subdued, almost too low for Allen to hear, but he understood from Jamie's lifting of his shirt what was to happen. Raising his arms over his head, Allen allowed Jamie to uncover his torso. Jamie had been correct back at the bar when he'd first laid eyes on Allen, his chest was toned nicely, but not overly muscular. His nipples sat perfectly on the plane of his chest, the tips already slightly hard, just begging for attention, a little more hair spread around his upper chest. "God, Allen, you're hot."

Allen reached for the buttons on Jamie's shirt as a pair of hands began to touch his chest and stomach. Allen loved the soft caresses and slight tickle, especially as Jamie's fingers circled closer and closer to his ever-hardening nipples. Taking one between his thumb and finger, Jamie pinched. Electric jolts of sexual desire shot right to Allen's cock. All he could manage was a soft, "Mmmmmmmm."

Jamie pinched again, then let go. "I think I found your on button," he said, smiling at Allen's reaction. "What's this one do?" he asked, pinching the other nipple just like the first.

"Uhhhh, mmmmmm," was all Allen got out of his mouth until Jamie let go. "That's my other on button." Even though he hadn't been able to speak, his hands had continued with Jamie's shirt buttons. Pushing back at the shoulders, Allen removed Jamie's shirt exposing a chest similar to his own, but with no hair at all. "Beautiful."

Allen pulled Jamie to him so their chests touched, their arms now around each other. Warm breath drifted between their faces, the slight smell of alcohol still there, but not unpleasant. Very slowly they came together in a kiss. It was soft and delicate, an exploration of each other, a first taste. Allen took a deep breath, exhaled slowly as he reveled in the feelings of holding a man's body against his own, then began to move across Jamie's face toward his ear and neck, frequently planting small kisses along the way. Jamie was quickly letting his emotions take over, losing control to his lust and want of the half naked man holding him. He was perfectly content to let Allen do as he wished, go wherever he wanted, do whatever he wanted. Allen's lips and tongue at his ear was a major assault on his senses, but the feelings were exquisitely erotic. Jamie could feel his whole body pulse with every heartbeat, every firm throb of his straining cock. Just then a new sensation began as Allen's hands moved to Jamie's shorts, working open the button and zipper. Pulling open the shorts Allen moved his hands along the elastic of the boxers underneath, hooking his thumbs over the top and pushing down slowly. As the clothing yielded to the pressure, Allen lifted the material out and away from Jamie's stomach releasing a cock standing hard and almost straight up. Allen looked down as it came into view. Involuntarily, his mouth watered. He wanted to taste it, lick its entire length, nurse on it, make love to it, but most importantly he wanted Jamie to enjoy it, too. Allen looked back to Jamie's face to find his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, a look of total sexual abandon. Putting his mouth to Jamie once again, he kissed him, but this time more solidly, more forcefully. Jamie instantly kissed him back with the same pressure. As their tastes began to mix Allen probed lightly with his tongue. Slipping in between Jamie's lips he tasted more and more. But more wasn't enough and he pressed in deeper. Feeling Jamie's tongue moving against his own spurred on Allen's lust. He could feel the wetness of precum spreading out around the head of his cock, still encased in his shorts. With one arm still around Jamie, Allen reached down with the other and flicked open the snap on his shorts, then swiftly pulled down the zipper. Undone, the shorts fell to the floor in a crumpled pile around his feet. He then felt Jamie's hands moving toward the waistband of his briefs, slowly removing them as he'd done Jamie's moments earlier. The release felt like total freedom. He loved being naked and unencumbered.

Two cocks now sparred between their bodies, the heads rubbing together as the two young men pressed against each other. The warmth of their bodies was building, bringing on a slight damp feeling as sweat began to spread across them. The sensations caused Allen to moan a little more as he continued to grind his chest, stomach, and cock against his lover. Jamie felt Allen's hands continue to roam, moving lower down his back, finally reaching the twin mounds of his ass. The muscle contracted as Allen squeezed and plied the flesh. It was easy to tell Jamie took pains to keep in good shape. Allen continued to manipulate Jamie's butt, pulling the smooth cheeks apart, pressing them back together, lifting them up. Allen loved the feel of a great ass in his hands and this one was definitely igniting his lust further. Although versatile, Allen was quickly aware of how bad he wanted Jamie's ass sliding down over his cock, fantasizing about how tight and warm it would be. Neither one of them had so far expressed a desire to be top or bottom, or both, but Allen knew there would be time to sort it out in a little while. As the thoughts continued to swirl in Allen's head his mouth moved back along Jamie's neck as he licked and sucked and kissed the soft skin under his lips.

Jamie was having ideas of his own, but they centered at his mouth. The pressure and pulsing of Allen's cock was getting to him. His penchant for almost anything oral made his mouth water as he desperately wanted to taste Allen's meat. Taking the initiative he began to slowly change the situation, pulling back a little and breaking the contact of their bodies. Looking into Allen's eyes for a second, then down at his cock, Jamie hoped his wishes had been subtly transmitted to Allen. Allen looked into Jamie's eyes and watched them move down to take in the view of his cock. Running one hand along the side of Jamie's head and through his hair, rubbing the back of his head, as his other hand moved down his back and hip, Allen spoke his agreement for what he believed Jamie wanted. "Yeah, baby, suck my dick." Pushing a little on Jamie's shoulder, Allen signaled Jamie to move downward. He responded immediately, slowly moving to his knees. Allen's hardness was directly in front of his face now, right where Jamie wanted it.

Jamie loved sucking cock. He'd never been able to figure out why, but anything in his mouth made him more horny. He didn't think of himself as submissive at all, but there was a degree of submissiveness, he thought, in letting another guy put his cock in his mouth. Jamie loved the feel of the cylindrical hardness and rounded head sliding over his tongue, his lips wet with spit moving up and down the shaft, trying to get as much in his mouth as he could. He hoped Allen would like his mouth as much as Jamie knew he'd like Allen's cock. Jamie looked at the swollen organ three inches from his face, so hard it was shiny in the low light, the head wet with precum as it bubbled out of the tiny hole. Jamie wondered if he liked sucking too much, but he usually gave in to his desire without much debate. He gave in this time, as well, opening his mouth and taking the head of Allen's dripping cock between his lips. He swirled his tongue around it, licking off Allen's drops, relishing the slick texture and slightly salty taste. He heard Allen make a noise of approval and felt a hand running through his hair again. Allen wasn't pulling him onto his cock, but if he had Jamie would have obliged without question. As it was, Jamie did it, anyway, slowly moving further down on Allen, then pulling back some, going further, pulling back again, working up a good layer of saliva to make things go smoothly. After about three preliminary plunges, Jamie had things ready for what he wanted, a nice, slow blowjob. All Allen could do was stand there and enjoy it, which he did eagerly.

Jamie moved rhythmically, slowly sliding his tongue and mouth around Allen's cock. Every three or four strokes would bring another smear of precum to Jamie's tastebuds, mixing with the wetness of his mouth. Allen had both hands in Jamie's hair now, slightly guiding him as he continued to suck. Allen was holding back, not wanting to push too hard or deep for Jamie, secretly wanting to push all the way in, deep to the back of his throat. An ex of his once told him most guys don't like that, if they want to deep throat you they'll do it on their own. The fastest way to end a hot blowjob was to try and force it, he'd said. Allen had taken that to heart, never thrusting into a guy's mouth unless it was clear that's what the guy wanted. Jamie's mouth was too good, however, to just stand there. Ever so slowly he began to make small thrusts toward Jamie's face as his mouth moved down Allen's cock. Allen was breathing harder now, tensing the muscles in his legs and chest as he moved with Jamie. "God, Jamie, you suck so good. Fuck."

Allen continued to enjoy the attention he was getting as his gaze moved to the window. It simultaneously gave him a great view of the city below and a mirror effect of Jamie going down on him. For a second he wondered if anyone out there could see them having sex, but it wasn't anything that worried him. He knew there were plenty of other people, gay and straight, having sex at the very same time. Allen had wondered once how many simultaneous orgasms occurred all over the world every minute, but hundreds or thousands of miles apart. His mind didn't wander too far right now, though, Jamie's hot, wet mouth kept him focused on what was going on between them. Jamie was sucking a little faster and cupping Allen's balls in one hand. With his other hand, Jamie slowly stroked his own cock. As great as the blowjob was, Allen was getting tired of standing. Besides, he thought, I want to get some good out of this huge bed. Bending at the waste, which caused him to pull completely out of Jamie's mouth, he whispered, "Let's move to the bed, babe. Ok?"

Jamie looked up at him as he wiped some of the spit from around his mouth. "Yeah, that's great." Standing up, Jamie moved to the bed with Allen. Moving toward the middle, they got comfortable, Allen on his back with Jamie laying along side him. Taking just a minute to catch their breath and relax, they laid together, Jamie's arm across Allen's chest, and Allen's arm around Jamie's shoulders.

Being unable to resist more contact, Jamie moved on top of Allen, again pressing their cocks together. All the saliva from Jamie's sucking made them slide against each other. Jamie humped against Allen's stomach, loving the feel of his cock moving through Allen's pubic hair. He kept it trimmed which only made the sensations along Jamie's cock that much more intense. Their faces came together again, also. Mouths opened and tongues explored as they kissed deeply over and over. Jamie again felt Allen's hands moving along his back and down to his ass, the strong fingers kneading and rolling his butt as he'd done earlier. The activity was slowly pushing Jamie in one direction, wanting to feel Allen inside him. Allen wanted something else first, however, and gave Jamie some direction. "Suck my cock some more." Jamie moved quickly, sliding down past Allen's chest and stomach, stopping long enough to nuzzle his navel and tickle the hairs around it, then going further to his cock. Jamie took it in his hand and stroked a couple of times, loving how it felt in his grip. The shape and size were perfect and beautiful, he thought. Doing as Allen requested, Jamie began to suck again in the same slow manner as before. Allen moaned and thrust upward about two inches into Jamie's mouth. This position gave him more ideas and he conveyed them to Jamie. "Turn around, Jamie, put your cock over my face. I want to suck you, too."

Needing no further encouragement, Jamie moved to his knees and straddled Allen's head. They matched up perfectly, cocks to mouths, and by bending his neck back slightly Allen found Jamie's cock hanging right in front of him. Jamie's shaved balls hung between his cock and his ass and Allen couldn't help but take a lick or two at them. He liked the smooth feel. Allen didn't shave, but he kept well trimmed. Pressing his face upwards he let Jamie's cock and balls rub across his face from his eyes to his chin in an almost primitive maneuver to get Jamie's scent on himself. Allen liked the smell, clean, but masculine from the little bit of sweat that always accumulates from wearing clothes. Moving a little more, Allen opened his mouth to let Jamie's cock find it's way inside. He started to suck, trying to match Jamie's rhythm. Alternate sounds of slurps and moans generated from them as they moved together, finding pleasure with each other. Jamie loved to 69 as it almost felt as if he was sucking his own cock. He'd tried that a few times, even getting to the point of cumming in his own mouth, but it still ended up mostly just jacking off. He couldn't really ever suck his own dick, but it felt good to try. Before he'd ever actually sucked another guy's cock, he knew from trying to suck his own that he wanted a mouth full, not just the tip.

Continuing to suck, Allen's hands had moved back to Jamie's ass, feeling and squeezing the flesh. From this angle he could now pull Jamie's cheeks apart and see the almost smooth hole. A few light colored hairs surrounded it, making it sort of cute, Allen thought. Wetting a finger, he wanted a reaction from Jamie, a test of what might happen next. Lightly touching the puckered opening and circling his finger, Allen got a good reaction from his partner. Jamie moaned loudly from around the cock in his mouth, his asshole squeezing tightly closed, then opening again as Allen continued. Still sucking, Allen kept up the pressure at Jamie's ass. With each new touch and push against the opening Jamie would moan again. Allen had a definite idea of what he wanted and had enough experience to know how to get it. Pulling back from the cock in his mouth, he pressed Jamie forward enough to get his ass closer to Allen's face. Stuffing a pillow under his head for support, Allen leaned up. With no reluctance he licked across Jamie's ass, teasing the hole he wanted. Caught slightly off guard, Jamie moved away from Allen's tongue, suddenly pulling his mouth off Allen's cock and taking a deep breath. "Are you ok?" Allen asked, worried that he may have done something wrong.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting that," Jamie answered. "Rimming is just really intense for me."

Allen smiled, but Jamie couldn't see it. "Sit back and enjoy it." Pulling at Jamie's hips Allen moved him slowly back to his face. Jamie stroked Allen's cock and went back to sucking him. This time was different, he had to concentrate on not biting Allen as he tensed over and over from the tongue moving around his hole. Allen loved the effect it was having.

As Allen worked his wet, warm tongue slowly around the outside edge of Jamie's asshole he'd feel his lover breathe and tense, then relax again. Just as relaxation occurred, Allen would lick again. If Jamie was this turned on by his tongue, Allen wondered, what would happen when I fuck him? Wanting to find out, Allen kept going, but this time deeper, pushing his tongue in a little at a time, wiggling and probing, enjoying the clean, tight hole as it spasmed around his tongue. Jamie kept making noise as the assault continued. Allen pulled hard against Jamie's legs as he pushed in further and further, tongue fucking Jamie's ass. Jamie pulled off of Allen's cock again, sitting up and grinding his ass onto Allen's face. "OH, FUCK," he said loudly, feeling Allen's tongue go in deeper still. It was driving Jamie wild and Allen knew it. He kept going, licking and pushing inside over and over until he had to have a breath of air. Pushing Jamie up just far enough, Allen took a couple of deep breaths. Jamie took the opportunity to breathe, as well, but also spoke. "I want you to fuck me. Please, Allen, I need your cock." It was exactly what Allen wanted to hear. Just to make double sure, he jerked Jamie back against his face and quickly drove his tongue deep into the opening. Jamie visibly shuddered and tensed his whole body as he felt the invasion. Once more, Allen pushed in as far as he could, prying Jamie open to make room for his substantial erection. Breathing hard as if he'd just run a marathon, Jamie stated his demand once again. "You have to fuck me."

Without comment Allen pushed Jamie's body up and over to the side, watching him roll onto his back, his head near Allen's feet. He looked at the young man naked, shiny with sweat, taking deep breaths. Just under the smooth skin Allen could see Jamie's musculature, very well toned and taught, giving him a simultaneous look of both soft and hard. Allen was quickly sliding into total lust, his thoughts focusing on giving Jamie what he'd asked for, but fully aware of his own desire to feel himself pushing into Jamie's body, fucking him for the pleasure of it. It was one of those rare moments, Allen thought, where both partners were in sync. Mutual satisfaction made the sex better, he felt, and they both wanted what was going to happen next.

Moving to the side of the bed Allen reached down into a small bag on the floor. Rising up, he placed a bottle of lube and some condoms on the night table. With the necessary supplies at hand, he moved back to Jamie. Jamie had been watching Allen as he'd retrieved the lube and rubbers, enjoying how his body looked. He'd noticed Allen hadn't lost any of his hardness, his cock standing at the same angle as before. He got a good look at Allen's ass, too, the light sprinkle of hair on the cheeks, a little thicker towards the crack of his ass. Jamie's mind flashed with a vision of what it might be like to fuck Allen. He wasn't about to change his mind now, the sensations in his saliva slick hole still fresh in his head. After feeling Allen's tongue dancing inside him he could barely wait for the fullness of a hard cock.

Allen moved again, this time on his knees between Jaime's legs. Jaime's head was at the foot of the bed, but he didn't figure it made any difference. He hoped they'd end up in different positions all over it before they were finished. Allen's cock was beautiful as it began to shine from the lube he dribbled over it. His hand stroked seductively as he looked Jamie in the eye. Jamie glanced from Allen's face to his cock, then back, and licked his mouth. He felt a little dry after sucking Allen's cock for so long, but couldn't break the mood to get a drink of water. With a small rip Allen tore the square package open and removed the rolled latex. Jamie watched as he placed it at the end of his cock and began to unroll the thin material. Allen squeezed some more lube onto the rubber and stroked himself again. Once more he looked at Jamie. "Your turn."

Jamie knew what to do, pulling his legs back, his knees now touching his chest. Allen caressed both thighs and calves, in between rubbing the palm of his hand against Jamie's smooth balls and cock. He moved his hand lower and felt the wetness from the earlier action. Rubbing a finger slowly around the opening he watched Jamie's reaction. This time he got to see his eyes close and his head tilt back, the muscles in his arms and chest clench as he pulled harder on his legs, making his hole even more accessible to Allen. Cool drops of lube added to the intensity as Allen began to work a finger inside. Jamie was wanting it bad enough that he forced himself to relax, although that didn't stop him from tightening against Allen's finger a couple of times. Sliding in as far as he could reach Allen worked Jamie's ass. He wanted to be very sure once he got started with his cock they wouldn't have to stop. Another finger joined the first one, more lube was added, and Jamie was now turning his head from side to side with his eyes tightly shut as if he couldn't stand it much longer.

"Are you ok?" Allen asked.

At first he only moaned a little, but then Jamie answered. "God, yes."

Allen smiled contentedly, ready to move forward. "Here we go, babe." Leaning forward, Allen lined up his cock, then moved slowly on his knees closer to Jamie's waiting ass. He wanted to savor the first push inside, but also had a strong urge to bury his cock balls deep in one hard thrust. Hanging on to his last thread of gentlemanly concern for his partner, he pushed slowly to make sure Jamie didn't get hurt. The initial resistance was minor as the continued pressure from Allen's body forced Jamie to yield and open. Steadily, Allen pushed, adjusting his weight on his knees and hands, holding himself up with an arm on either side of Jamie's legs, a foot to each side of his head. It was delicious torture as he began to feel Jamie's flesh creep around the hardness of his cock. Jamie was pushing back toward Allen at the same time as he let his body give itself up to the man above him. Anyone watching would have had a difficult time trying to determine which one was enjoying it more, Jamie getting fucked, or Allen just beginning to fuck him.

A long thirty seconds ticked by until Allen was fully inserted, then he stopped. He could feel the ripples and contractions inside Jamie as his body became used to being filled so well. Jamie moved slightly, squirming around under Allen, trying to feel every millimeter of Allen's length and width. As Jamie took his measure, Allen slowly began to pull out, but stopped after only an inch or so, then reversed direction and slid back in deep. Jamie moaned audibly as he became accustomed to Allen's meat. Once more Allen pulled back, this time about half way out, then inside slow. He wanted Jamie to be comfortable, but it was getting harder to restrain his movements. Allen's mind was concentrated almost solely on the physical pleasure he was feeling and knowing it would only get better if he'd fuck harder. One more slide half way out, then back in until his hair was tickling Jamie's balls and Allen was barely containing himself. Jamie seemed willing for more, too. "Yeah, man, fuck me. Use my ass. You feel so fucking hot," Jamie encouraged. Allen took the cue and began to move in rhythm.

Moving at a steady pace, but not too fast, Allen began to fuck his partner. Strong clenches of muscle alternated with silky pressure as his cock moved in and out. Allen watched Jamie's face for any signs of discomfort, but if he wasn't enjoying what Allen was doing it didn't show. Tiny noises began low in Jamie's throat as each push and pull excited the nerves inside his body. To Jamie it felt like Allen was hitting every hot spot perfectly. Jamie's cock was hard between them and starting to drip precum from the pressure of Allen's fucking. As the sex continued Jamie became more vocal.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. God, Allen, you feel so good. So fucking good."

Allen liked hearing Jamie's talk, it encouraged him to go a little faster and a little harder. As lustful as he was, he still felt playful, as well. "You like that, Jamie? Like my cock in your ass? Tell me what you want," he teased.

Jamie was more than ready to play harder. "Give me your cock, man. Deep inside. Give it to me." Both of them were panting and sweating again, but it only added to the sensations of their bodies rubbing together. Jamie was lying with his arms above his head now, letting Allen hold his legs back. A faint smell of sweat coming off of Jamie's body sent shocks into Allen's brain, increasing his drive to fuck. He took two or three deep breaths, then began to move even faster.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me!" Jamie moaned loudly, obviously liking the added effort from Allen. The sound of wet skin slapping between bodies filled the hotel room as the pace continued.

Taking one of Jamie's ankles in each hand Allen pulled his legs apart further and pushed back, rolling Jamie up a little higher. He was taking longer, fuller strokes now, pulling almost all the way out, then back in deep. Jamie would occasionally squeeze his ass tight, causing Allen to have to push in harder. As good as it was Allen wanted to move to expand the whole encounter. Slowing down he directed Jamie, "Get on your knees for me."

Reluctantly, Jamie let them separate, but only long enough to change positions. No sooner was he on his knees in the center of the bed when he felt Allen behind him realigning his cock and pushing in. The temporary void when Allen had pulled out was gone, much to Jamie's continued delight. He loved Allen's cock and what it was doing to him. His own cock was showing the effects of a hot fuck, bouncing with each stroke, dripping precum, and needing some attention. Holding himself up with one arm, Jamie began to stroke himself lightly, spreading the slick, clear drops across the head of his hardon, as Allen worked back up to his previous rhythm.

Regaining his speed quickly, Allen fucked the hot ass in front of him with deep, strong, penetrating thrusts. He knew if this pace continued he'd cum sooner than he wanted. Bending down onto Jamie's back, he reached around with one arm and pulled them into an upright position, both of them on their knees. Allen reached around Jamie now with both arms pulling them tightly together, his chest slick against Jamie's sweaty back, the fleshy slapping sound of sex as his abdomen contacted Jamie's rounded ass cheeks with each stroke. Jamie's cock stood proudly in front of him, curving up at a very slight angle, totally swollen due to the pressure against his prostate. Within easy reach now, Jamie began to jerk off in concert to Allen's fucking. Every time he felt the head of Allen's cock tap his prostate he'd feel a growing tingle. He knew it wouldn't take much more to reach orgasm. Without knowing Allen's intentions, Jamie let go of his cock to make sure he didn't cum by accident. By now his whole body was for Allen's pleasure, which, in turn, gave Jamie pleasure, as well.

Allen's mouth was kissing, licking, and sometimes biting, along Jamie's neck and shoulders as he held them together and continued his interior assault. It wasn't just his ass, however, that had its hold on Allen. He loved the way Jamie's whole body felt against him, how they seemed to mold together, enjoying each other totally. Jamie reached back with one hand and ran his fingers through Allen's hair and down the side of his face, tenderly stroking his cheek. As the fingers came in reach of his mouth, Allen sucked the tips, getting a taste of Jamie's precum from his earlier handwork. Almost breathlessly, Allen spoke between pants. "I want...to see...your face. Turn over."

Once more Jamie felt empty as Allen pulled completely out. He turned onto his back again expecting Allen to be right there, but as he raised his legs Allen grabbed both feet and swiveled Jamie around, then pulled him down to the edge of the bed. Jamie's ass was now right at the edge of the mattress, the bedcovers waded beneath and around him, and Allen standing with his hard cock ready to fuck him some more. Taking aim, Allen pushed in all the way and began to fuck. This position put even more pressure on Jamie's prostate, driving him crazy. Allen held Jamie's legs up and open, giving him total access to his ass, but also more room for Jamie to stroke himself as they fucked.

"I'm getting really close, babe," Allen announced. "Stroke your cock, try to cum with me."

Jamie didn't answer, he just started stroking. Plenty of precum continued flowing which made his cock nice and slippery, his hand gliding over the head and shaft as he worked himself toward orgasm. As Allen watched and fucked, Jamie's body began to tighten. His stomach and chest muscles, along with his arms and legs, were tensing. Allen sensed something was about to happen, so he tried to fuck faster. He wanted to make Jamie cum, wanted to see his load fire out of his cock and splatter across his chest. Allen was closing in on his own orgasm, too. Letting his body take over, he fucked with abandon, wanting to cum. With little warning other than his ass closing like a vise around Allen's cock and a short, gasping, "OH, FUCK!" Jamie began to cum. A hard thrust from Allen drove the first wad of cum out of Jamie's cock like a fountain, leaving a long, stringy, white ribbon across his neck and half way down his chest. The sight of it pushed Allen over the edge, as his body melted into orgasm. His whole being felt as if it was going to shoot out the end of his cock and into Jamie as he rammed as deep as he could, the intensity almost unbearable. Jamie spurted four or five more times, each shot slightly more diminished than the last. Allen's juices filled the condom, making it feel squishy around his cock head, but still totally hard inside Jamie's ass. He continued to make small pumps as they came down.

Lowering himself onto Jamie's chest as he tried to catch his breath, Allen could feel the jizz spread between them, warm and thick. His cock was still hard and buried inside Jamie. He could feel tiny squeezes as Jamie's natural reflexes tried pushing him out. Allen looked at Jamie's face only inches from his own, felt his breath on his face, then slowly moved closer and kissed Jamie tenderly on the mouth. Jamie moved one hand slowly to the back of Allen's head and pulled him tighter, probing his tongue into Allen's mouth.

Parting from his lover Jamie said, "That was wonderful, totally wonderful. Thank you."

"I should be the one to thank you," Allen replied. "I was so glad when you didn't get up and walk off after I got the courage to talk to you. Guys like you usually don't even look at me twice."

"What are you talking about?" asked Jamie. "You're a totally hot guy. I'm the one who usually gets brushed off."

Allen looked into Jamie's eyes for a few seconds. "Let's just call it fate that got us together tonight. I'm happy with that scenario."

Whatever force had caused them to meet, Jamie was happy with it, too. "I like that idea." Suddenly, he felt Allen's now less-than-hard dick slide out.

Allen raised up on his hands, then moved back, pulling totally away from Jamie. "I better take care of this," he said, holding the full condom to stop it from falling off and splatting on the carpet. As he walked toward the bathroom, Jamie watched the body of the man who had just made love to him. Once again he thought how handsome Allen was, and how hot. Thoughts were already creeping in about fucking Allen and what it might be like. He wanted to do to Allen what he'd just had done to himself. Jamie's cock twitched slightly, but didn't get hard. Sitting up on the bed, then quickly standing to keep lube off the sheets, Jamie heard Allen call from the bathroom.

"I'm getting in the shower. Want to join me?"

There was no way Jamie was going to pass up a chance to spend some more time with this guy, especially in the afterglow of a great fuck.

As the hot water splashed them and little clouds of steam floated around their heads, they washed each other slowly, soaping each other and rinsing off the products of their sex. They playfully teased one another, taking their time after the soap was gone, continuing to enjoy the warmth of the shower. Their arms began to encircle their bodies, pulling them together again. Embracing under the spray, Jamie and Allen began to kiss, slow at first, tenderly and lightly. Feelings stirred as the kisses deepened, tongues moving in sync, tasting each other again and again, bodies melded into one. Their cocks hardened again, as well, but it had been enough for one night. Reluctantly, the water was turned off and they dried each other.

Not much was said as Jamie dressed and Allen pulled on a pair of shorts. "You know, Jamie, you can stay if you want. I'd love to actually sleep with you."

"I'd like that, too," Jamie agreed, "but it's late and I've got a dog at my apartment who's probably dying to get outside for a few minutes."

Jamie pulled on his shoes and they walked together to the door. "I had a really great time. I know it was just a hookup, but it was more than that, too. Thanks again."

For the first time in a long while Allen felt more than usual after a casual encounter. He wanted Jamie to stay, or come back, but he knew what reality was, he might never see him again. He made one more offer. "I'm going to be here all week, you know. Can we get together again for dinner or something?"

Jamie smiled, then leaned over and kissed Allen. "Yeah, I'd like that," he answered, then playfully slapped Allen's butt. "Especially the something."

Allen smiled broadly. "It's all yours next time, babe."

They exchanged numbers, kissed one last time at the door, and let each other go. As Jamie walked down the hallway to the elevators he heard the door close behind him, then the deadbolt lock. He smiled to himself as thoughts of their next meeting took shape in his mind. He couldn't help but let his thoughts leap ahead, fantasizing about seeing Allen over and over, even dating, being a couple. In the back of his head he knew it had only been sex, but too many emotions had gone with it. Relationships all start somewhere, and who was to say it couldn't be with a hot guy he'd met in a bar. "After all," he said to himself as he walked out the lobby doors and into the night air, "I don't want to be single forever."

THE END

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