Somewhere I Have Never Travelled

By Rufus Jones

Published on Apr 13, 2023

Gay

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 12

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Rob suggested they go have lunch on a patio that had just opened, even thought it wasn't really warm enough to be outside, everyone seemed desperate for it after being caged in all winter. They sat in sun, still wearing wool and heavy socks, but the light bathed them and they stopped several times in the course of the meal, turning their faces toward the sun and let it wash down upon them. Rob sighed.

"I'd almost forgotten how nice it is to sit in the sun."

James looked at him, admiring the muscles Rob's neck, the curve of his jaw, the glitter from the sun shining off his hair. He reached across and slid his hand across the stubble on Rob's jaw.

"I like the scruff."

"Yeah, don't think it's some kind of fashion statement. I was too lazy to shave this morning." But his face went a little pink with pleasure. They looked at each other a moment, then returned to their lunch. The air was getting a little warmer and there were more and more people on the sidewalk beside them: children and dogs, families walking slowly and laughing.

"Let's go for a walk," and he tilted his head toward the High Park across the street, a mass of trees as if it was the entrance to some ancient forest rather than just a large park. Rob swallowed and smiled.

"Sounds good."

They walked for some time, just talking, or just looking at the trees above them which were just beginning to show signs of budding. There were birds all over making a racket, and children running. James felt peaceful even though a part of him was annoyed by the evidence of straight lives around them, procreating and, he imagined, entitled. He felt Rob's hand slip into his and he looked down for second then into Rob's face.

They wandered into a quiet section of the park, the trees a little thicker and closer together. The sounds of children seemed distant. Rob leaned against an especially big tree, pulled a water bottle out of his shoulder bag and took a big gulp. He handed it to James who did the same, wiping his mouth.

James stepped a little closer to him and slipped the bottle back in the bag, moving forward a little more, stepped right against Rob, enclosing him in his arms. Their lips met softly, then a little more intensely, James finding Rob's tongue already meeting his. One hand slid down and began exploring between Rob's legs, feeling his growing cock, feeling his balls, rubbing insistently. Rob gasped in surprise.

"What are    you doing?"

"Oh nothing, just seeing how things are down there."

Rob was looking around, as if to check to see if they were being watched. The trees were still and, tucked against the huge trunk, they seemed to be alone and unseen. James began undoing Rob's pants, still kissing him, still tasting his tongue. Rob vaguely tried to grab his hands that were in his pants, rubbing his cock through the fabric. He moaned a little and squirmed, but James kept going, slipping his underwear over his now hard dick, exposing it to the air.

"Fuck, James..." and the words died as James knelt and took his cock in and began to slurp at it, his tongue going in circles around the head. He moaned and grabbed James' head as if to pull him up but James could tell there was not will, and he sucked a little harder, pulling the cock deeper so it almost closed off his throat. He could taste the liquid that began to flow from the end and he now moaned, grinding his own cock against Rob's leg. He reached down and undid his pants, releasing his cock and fisted it is as he continued to pull Rob in, his head moving in and out.

Rob began to whimper almost in protest, but his hips joined James' rhythm and pushed himself forward into his mouth and James jacked himself a little faster, matching the feeling of Rob's cock in his mouth that slid over his tongue. He could feel the force of Rob's need to fill him and his hand went even faster on his own dick. He looked up at Rob whose eyes were closed, his head a little thrown back, moans rising in intensity vibrating his body, his cheeks flushed and then his mouth opened almost in surprise and James felt a gush of cum flow into him, and his own cock erupted all over James' leg. He swallowed the mass from Rob, who now looked down at him, gasping.

"What the fuck..."

"Mmmm. That was awesome. You taste like...spring."

Rob laughed a little and pulled James' up, their lips meeting in a shaky kiss, almost clumsy. James pulled his pants up, wiping his hand on the messy spring grass. Rob pulled up his underwear, did up his pants and straightened his shirt. He looked at James' who was taking another sip of water.

"It turns you on to be a bit dangerous, huh? There are families everywhere and you decide to suck me off in the middle of it all...it was kinda hot, I'll say that, but..."

"But what? What's wrong with a little fun? No one got hurt. And if one of those families saw us, then maybe they learned something."

"Right. How to suck cock in the park?"

"Something like that," and he smiled, leaned in, and kissed Rob very firmly.

Rob picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "What now?"

"Do you want to see a movie?"

"Only if you stay out of my pants in the theatre. And I mean it!"

"Ok fine. Just know that you're repressing my queer sprit."

"And if you behave yourself, you can come to my place and you can really show off your spirit," and Rob grabbed James by the crotch and kissed him roughly, and they both laughed. James pulled out his phone and began looking for movies they could see. "It's mostly crap...what about something old? There's a Howard Hawkes film showing downtown."

"Howard who?"

"You've never seen one? Good. Let's go. Consider it an education."

They walked from the park in the seemingly newborn sun, talking easily, stopping for coffee, admiring the few early spring flowers that were appearing in a few gardens. James occasionally caught Rob looking at him with an almost inquisitive expression which made him feel a bit unsure as if he was being assessed and he wasn't sure if he was passing.

The film was fun and Rob seemed to enjoy himself. And he held his hand through most of it which felt comfortable but at the same time another part of him almost judged it, for both of them, as if it was embarrassing. Not because of other people, he realized. But because...it couldn't really mean anything, could it? It should't mean anything beyond a comfortable touch, a warm connection. He felt almost defiant.

They arrived at Rob's apartment, which was dark. James drew him onto the sofa, taking Rob's bag and putting it aside. He pushed Rob back and said "Just watch."

He looked down at Rob, who was sprawled, seemingly confused but with a little smile. As he looked down at him, he began undoing his shirt, one button at a time. He revealed his chest, then slid the shirt back, exposing his shoulders, then slid his arms out until his torso was bare. One hand glided up his stomach to his chest, then to his nipples, one at a time, which he circled with one finger, then put into his mouth, then back and rubbed them more. They grew hard, and he gasped a little, his eyes locked on Rob.

He undid his belt, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor, then undid the buttons of his jeans, one at a time, revealing red underwear. He spread the crotch of the pants wider, pushing out the growing bulge, then began to slide the pants down, moving his hips from side to side until they passed his thighs, then knees and then dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, then just in his crimson boxer briefs, the girth of him pushing out the front, a dark spot at the end where he was leaking into the fabric.

He took off one sock, then the other, tossing them to one side. He moved a little closer to Rob, massaging his cock through the red fabric, then he pulled the waist band out and over and lowered the underwear over his now exposed length, sliding them down his legs and stepped out of them, now fully naked, one hand sliding up and down his hardness, his eyes still locked on Rob, who lay there, rubbing himself through his pants.

"Take it out."

Rob didn't hesitate. He unzipped his pants and slid them down to his thighs. His cock was protruding from the opening in his boxers, which he pulled down, revealing him, thick and hungry looking, a shiny glob of liquid on the end.

"Nice...now give me that on your finger..."

Rob thought a moment, then looked at the end of his dick which now had a big drop that was running down. He caught it with his forefinger, then stood up and brought it to James mouth who sucked it hungrily. "Sit down again."

Rob sat back, pulling off his shirt, and pushing his pants down and kicking them off.

James continued to look him in the eyes as he stepped forward, his knees now on sofa, kneeling in front of Rob, still slowly jacking himself. His own cock was dripping and Rob leaned forward to catch some of it on his finger which he also brought to James' mouth.

James moved forward a little more then lowered himself on to Rob, the head of his cock just nestling in his ass as he continued to rub his hand up and down his hardness, still staring as Rob opened his mouth a little. They he said quietly, "Do we need protection...I meant to ask last time, but...things got out of hand."

James gave him big smile. "PrEP," was all he said.

"Right..."

James moved back and took Rob in for a moment, tasting him, wetting him with his mouth, making his cock slick with his spit. Then he stopped and leaned down to his pants, pulling a small bottle from his pocket. "I came prepared." He reached behind himself and smoothed lube all over, and in, his asshole, then drizzled a big glob on Rob, sliding a hand up and down a few times which Rob watched, an almost pained looked on his face.

Then he lowered himself down on to Rob, his cock sliding in slowly as his body lowered down on it. Rob made a quiet sound on an intake of breath and held James by the hips. Coming all the way down, he stopped and just gazed at Rob, still slowly pumping himself. He began to lift his ass up, then down and the motion caused Rob to close his eyes as if working out a difficult problem. James jacked himself a little faster as his hips picked up speed. Rob gasped a few times then, still holding James by the hips, lifted himself off the sofa and flipped James onto his back, pressing himself forward and deeper, while James' knees spread out to the sides, his fist still wrapped around himself, moving slowly. They began to kiss as Rob leaned forward, and the pace picked up and James' back arched a little and Rob leaned forward more, his thrusts more intense and determined, faster and smoother.

The speed of James' on his own cock increased and they both moaned a little into each other's mouths. Rob pressed forward a little harder, a little more insistently and James began to push back with each thrust and felt himself pushed into the sofa. Rob was becoming ragged in his breathing and he came off James mouth, his own mouth still open, breathing heavily and pushing, almost pounding, his hips driving ahead, and James could feel the whole length of him deeper and deeper inside him, and finally Rob's hips grew faster suddenly as he came in frantic burst into him, guttural sounds coming of out him, as James dam burst all over his chest, pools of white splashing over his nipples, hitting his neck. Rob had stopped pushing and was watching James empty himself. He leaned down and licked the cum off his neck, then kissed James slowly, their tongues entwined.

Rob leaned back and stretched, as if he had been asleep. "Wow," was all he said.

James laughed, scooping up his own cum from his chest and licking his fingers. "Yeah. Wow. We do good work," and he laughed.

Rob slid in beside James who turned on his side, and they entwined their arms around each other, Rob's softer cock nestled in his ass. "That thing in the park...was really hot. Well, as hot as this just was. But I gotta say...let's not do that again."

James turned toward him. "Why not. It was fun."

"Yeah, it was. But it wasn't just that. It felt too exposed, like I was on display...and I know, no one seemed to notice...but I felt...weird afterward. I'm not really into it."

"You shouldn't let what others think dictate what you do."

"Who said anything about others? I just mean me and what I want, or don't want."

"Yeah, but it's ultimately about what is acceptable and what isn't and fuck that, I say."

Rob was silent for a minute. "Ok, but this is what I say. It's clear you think I'm 'bowing to the forces of conformity' or something, but you have to respect what works for me, don't you think? Even if you don't agree?"

James was a bit shocked at the heat behind Rob's words and realized he had touched a nerve. "Yeah, ok. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell you what to do..."

"Right. Thanks," and Rob got off the sofa and walked to the bathroom. James lay there, feeling both frustrated and guilty and part of him still wanted to argue. Rob came back, a quiet look on his face. "Do you want to stay over?"

"I'd like to, if you're not too mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you, just feeling like you pushed a bit too hard. Let's get some sleep."

They curled up together in Rob's bed and James felt his body relax, the little buzz of frustration quieting down as he felt Rob breathe against his neck, slowly and evenly. Part of him had wanted to just leave in a cloud of self-righteous anger, but he also knew and in a way he was not used to, that he had bruised something in Rob, something he did not want to have done, or do again. The implications of that thought echoed in his mind as he fell into sleep.

Next: Chapter 13


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