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"TAYLOR'S MOMENT": Chapter 4
By: Foster Mr. Denton
I felt the first coolness of dusk in the breeze on my back as I laid my body against the warmth of Taylor's chest. My cum felt liquid and still warm on our skin as I listened to the rising and falling of this young man's breath. Gently, Taylor storked my back as we both came down from, what was for me, an earth-shattering orgasm. Judging from the way his cock spasmed inside me, Taylor had a huge orgasm as well, shooting a huge load into the condom.
I could not believe this turn of events... my fantasy had been both realized and surpassed. But, now what? No.. I would not focus on those thoughts right now. I just wanted to enjoy this moment; I would worry about the possible ramifications later.
Finally, after a time, I sat up, easing Taylor's still firm cock from my ass as we both rolled over on to our sides facing each other. Time resumed its forward march as I grabbed a towel from the floor near the bed and began to gently clean my copious load off Taylor's torso. Taylor reached down, eased off the full condom, tied it and laid in the trash can by the bedside table. As I then lay back on the bed, swiping the the towel down my own front, Taylor spoke for the first time since our orgasm.
"Mr. Denton... That was fucking awesome.... I can't believe we just did that..."
"Yeah Taylor," I said, "It was....incredible"
Simultaneously, we reached out and stroked each other's chests. Surprisingly, there was no post-coital awkwardness. Instead, I looked down to find both his cock and my own engorging with blood, promising the potential of a second round.
Coach [Justin] Terry
Justin walked in the door of his small apartment and pushed the door shut with a frustrated bang. "FUCK! What am I doing?", he thought. "Why did I get into this job with all the tight Speedos and hunky guys?" "And Jon...Oh Lord...Why did he have to bump into me today?" He looked down at his erection which pressed obscenely against the fabric of his soft, increasingly threadbare, denim jeans. The head of his cock pressed forcefully into the worn fabric which had faded into a likeness of his now throbbing meat. Reaching down into his jeans, he readjusted himself, trying to get a comfortable place for his balls to ride. Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed himself a drink from the fridge and paced back out into the front room and over to the couch. As he sat down, he grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV.
What greeted his eyes did not help his hopelessly aroused situation.... the adult gay channel... his only outlet of sexual release as of late... was still in place where he had watched porn flicks the night before. His eyes beheld a scene straight out of his most sordid fantasies. He watched intently as the young player in the onscreen locker room was in the shower with someone, obviously a coach or a trainer who was wearing nothing but his whistle and a smile. Justin's cock pulsed painfully as he recalled Jon's firm schlong sandwiched lengthwise between his firm ass cheeks. He remembered the feel of Jon's firm torso against his back, his nipples stiff against the skin of his back. Justin reached down and gave his own nipple a playful tug through his T-shirt. Rubbing his cock, he thought about how long it had been since he and his partner, Mathias, had had sex. After four years, he was still attracted to his partner, but he had serious doubt about Mathias' continued sexual attraction to him. Lately it seemed less and less a partnership and more an arrangement of convenience... Mathias' convenience that is.
When they first met, Justin allowed his heart to be completely taken by Mathias {Matt, sometimes, for short...}. They did everything together. Having waited a while before having sex, something fairly unusual these days, he had felt fairly safe in the relationship. However, the relationship had seemingly cooled; Matt seemed to have little or no interest in him, although he could often comment on other men he saw out and about. Further, when or if they ever did have sex, it was usually only after a round of drinking, so, sometimes, it seemed that their sex-life just was not "all that" for Mathias anymore. The heavy smoking which usually accompanied the heavy drinking made Justin feel lethargic after being exposed to it, even if only for a while, and his sinuses invariably would close up, making his job the next day in the pool even more difficult. But for now, all this was moot.
Now, in this moment his body was demanding the first release after a long, horn-dogged day of looking at tight, tanned, muscular male bodies. Justin felt the material of his T-shirt brush against his pecs as his eased his T-shirt over his head. He unsnapped the top button of his pants and eased out his burning cock, which flexed as the cool air hit it. Justin then reached down a bit deeped and released his balls from their secure moorings in his jeans. Sitting down on the sofa, Justin eased himself back into the cushions and too matters into his own hands. Forcing his jeans below his knees, and speading his legs into a diamond-shaped pair of wings, Justin felt his abs tense as the pressure in his balls rapidly built. Thinking back, he could still feel the heat of Jon's cock, its hardness pressing into his crack.
"God...", Justin thought,"...Jon's meat must be at least seven or eight inches long..."
Justin's eyes flahed over to the TV screen where now both guys were nude in the showers, their cocks straining in the pixelated spray. Justin's throbbing meat arched into his hands. Letting one hand drift still lower, he carressed his balls and pressed a finger lightly against his firm puckered hole. Rubbing it in slow concentric circles, he felt a tingle in his straining cock. He felt the pearl of precum pulse from the tip of his cock and he was hot for the slickness it provided to his hand. He reached down, swiped another drop from the tip of his cock and eased that finger into his mouth. Reaching down again, Justin began to stroke his cock in earnest, the mental picture of Jon's cock firmly established in his head.
Suddenly, the front door pops open as Mathias pushes his way into the scene. Startled, Justin jerked up, cock still firmly in hand.
Rolling his eyes slightly, Mathias said, "Oh, hi... I'll just be a second..."
Hot and bothered, but not really expecting any response, Justin quipped, "How 'bout joining me?"
"Nah... I'm going downtown," replied Mathias as he grabbed his spare pack of smokes.
"Where are you going?" asked Justin, his cock starting to soften.
"To the bar!" snapped Mathias.
"Again?!?", Justin snapped back.
"What do you mean,'Again?!?', Justin?"
"Well Mathias, you're down there, if not every damn day, then just about every day..."
"Whatever...", muttered Mathias as he turned to the door. "Later... and how about cleaning this place up? Your shit is everywhere! Why do you think I have to go to the bar? If you kept a clean house, I would not have to go out!"
"You went to the bar before I had all this stuff in here. You'd become quite the town drunk by your own efforts long before you met me."
Justin, his cock now soft, surveyed the surroundings. Perhaps some of Justin's growing doubts were true. Perhaps it was true after all: Love is blind... and deaf... and dumb... and... sigh. It was also true that he did have a lot of stuff stacked about. Some of it was his, but much of it was from where his sister had to move from their childhood home and he just had not had a chance to go through it to either store the stuff or dispose of it at the Goodwill. Then his eyes were drawn to the clumsily hidden stash of Mathias' beer cans in the corner by the recliner where he had gotten drunk every night the past several weeks, and he felt his insides writhe in anger. He also took notice of the trash Mathias had begun to just drop here and there. All of the shit messing up the house was not his...
Pushing his growing anger down once again, Justin gritted through his teeth, "I'll try to work on it."
To which Mathias responded, "Yeah, I see what you're working on. You've said that before." Turning into the doorway, he continued, "Well, you don't want me to get into it; I'll throw it all away!"
Before he could respond in turn, the door shut firmly leaving Justin alone once again and overwhelmed with both his situation and his loneliness. ================================ ***Feel free to drop me a line at LF-SEX@excite.com and give me your feedback. Thanks.