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Part 19
Darren:
After we had delightful oral sex that Saturday morning, Art and I snuggled together for another quarter hour. Despite the problems with Neil's calls the night before and that morning, I felt closer to Art than I ever had. I felt as though we'd reached a new level of understanding.
"Art, babe, are we okay?" I asked.
"I think so," Art said. "I must admit I don't understand why anyone would want to stalk somebody like he did to you and Dave, but I trust you, man." I whispered into his ear as we cuddled.
"Promise me that you'll always trust me. You know that I love you, don't you?"
"Yeah, I think I've got that clear." Art mumbled into my shoulder. Then he pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes.
"I love you too. And as long as you promise to always be honest with me, I'll promise to trust you. Okay? If you're not happy or there's a problem with something I say or do, you'll tell me, right?"
"Of course," I answered. "Both of us have to be honest." We both grew quiet for several minutes.
"Art, right now, I feel like I don't ever want to be with anybody else but you. We've learned to know and trust each other and I think we've got a very good basis for a relationship."
"I agree," Art said. "I couldn't help myself last night. I've never been jealous of another person in my life, but when I heard that message and thought someone else had been with you that way, it just tore me up. I mean, I love you and here was some guy saying he'd been intimate with you."
"No more of that," I said. "It didn't happen. Let's put it behind us."
After a bit more cuddling, we got up and got the day going. I was just finishing dressing when the phone rang. Art looked at me and gave me a little smile. I walked over to check the caller ID. It was Dennis.
"Morning, buddy," I said into the phone in greeting.
"How's everything this morning. Did you get back to Art last night?
"Yeah, and he's here right now."
"Good. Or should I say Good?" Dennis answered.
"Very good," I said, "We're doing fine now."
The purpose of his call was to invite us to dinner that night. I checked with Art, a sure sign of how serious I felt about him, I later reflected.
"Sure, but let's make it an early one, okay?" Art said. I conveyed the response to Dennis and we promised to be at their house at six o'clock.
Art and I ran Saturday errands, had a quick lunch on the road and were back home with everything put away by four o'clock. I was sitting at the end of the sofa and Art walked over and sat down next to me.
"I wanna cuddle," he whispered. I turned sideways and he moved between my legs, his back against my chest.
"I love holding you like this, babe," I said, nuzzling my chin against the back of his neck.
"It's like you and I belong together, don't you think?" He mumbled assent and pushed back against my body with his.
"If you keep that up, you're gonna wake somebody up, you know." He mumbled again and continued rubbing back against me.
"You get me so hot," he whispered, turning his head and moving to the side so we could kiss. He slipped his tongue between my lips and we kissed like that for many minutes. I slid my hands down his body and with my right hand found the very stiff bulge in the front of his pants.
"Hmmmm," I said, the only noise I could make with his tongue deep in my mouth. I stroked his stiff dick some more until he started squirming around.
"You're gonna get me off in my shorts, if you keep that up," he said, finally breaking the kiss.
"And that would be bad because?" I asked.
"Only because I don't want it to end that quickly. Besides, it'll make a mess in my clothes." That made me chuckle.
"You started this, big guy," I whispered in his ear. "So let's go into the bedroom and we can finish it in comfort."
"No," he said, now turning around so he was lying on the sofa with his head just above my lap.
"Put your hands behind your head," he whispered. I complied, unsure where this was going. Then I felt his hand pulling open the zipper on my khakis.
"Art," I whined. He laughed and proceeded to pull my erect cock out through the opening in my shorts. He blew his hot breath on the head of my dick and that was a total turn-on.
"I want you, man," he whispered, before swallowing about half the length of my cock into his mouth. We both moaned in pleasure. It wasn't the best position in which to get a blow job (let's face it, there is no bad position), but sitting there watching him move up and down on my dick was really getting to me emotionally.
"Come up here again, babe," I said, trying to pull him up by his arms.
"Naah," he mumbled with his mouth full. I let me continue several more minutes and then pulled harder on his arms.
He backed off my dick and smiled at me. His eyes were sparkling and he winked at me.
"I'm just trying to satisfy my man," he said quietly, "Is there something wrong with that?"
"Of course not, but your man would like to satisfy you too."
"Later," he said before going down on my dick again. In the face of such determination I relented and relaxed, enjoying the superb sensations. I tousled his hair with my hand as he sucked and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
I pushed myself further down the sofa. That gave him greater access and he sucked as deeply as he could without gagging.
Art was really very good at what he was doing and the situation was so intimate and intense that I knew I wasn't going to last long.
But Art had other ideas. It was as if he could sense when I was getting close and would slow down, a couple of times taking his mouth off my cock and just licking it. Then, after a few minutes, he'd go back to sucking gently. Gradually he'd build up the speed until he would sense I was getting close and back off again.
The last time he did that, he didn't wait quite long enough before resuming and I knew the end was close, even if he didn't.
"Oh God, babe, I'm gonna cum soon. I can't help myself."
He was even more determined then and he finished me off very hotly, swallowing repeatedly as my juice flooded his mouth. I gasped as my orgasm hit and went on and on until I was spent.
"Oh," I said when he'd pulled off my cock, nursing it for the last drops.
"Hmmmm, I liked that," Art murmured quietly. "Did you?"
"How can you ask that, babe," I asked. "It was fantastic. The best!"
"Good, that's what I wanted it to be," he said. "I want you to want me in your life always." I'm afraid I flinched at that remark but I kept myself in check.
"I already do, babe," I answered quietly, taking his chin in my hand, "I want you with me forever."
What a great way to spend an afternoon!
Part 20
"What brought that on?" I asked finally.
"I've been with you all day. Just watching you walk around at the grocery store, I got a hard on. I got hard again when you walked into the dry cleaners. Then it would go down a bit and then you'd turn to me and smile and I was rock hard again. You just make me horny as Hell."
What a great compliment, I thought. I was tempted to lay my head in his lap and return the favor but thought maybe I had a better plan for later on that evening.
"I also wanted that to be just about you. Me loving you and proving how much I want you." Now, doesn't that deserve a kiss or twenty?
Half an hour later, we again showered together, but this time we just soaped and rinsed with only a bit of kissing.
"Honey, if we play again, we'll never make it to Dennis' house."
"I almost don't care," Art said. Now isn't that the sweetest thing to say.
We did make it to Dennis and George's house, just a few minutes late. They served us drinks and we all sat down to visit on their deck.
"You two okay now?" Dennis asked once we were seated.
"Oh yeah," Art said. "Better than ever as a matter of fact." George laughed.
"I guess the make-up time was worth it, huh?" he said. I could feel myself blushing, but Art blushed far more than I did.
We had a pleasant evening with the guys. I was a bit surprised when Dennis asked me a very blunt question while Art was using the bathroom.
"So, are you going to marry this guy or what?" It startled me, but it made me chuckle as well.
"All I'll say is that I find myself liking him better than anyone else I've ever known - not counting you, of course!" He laughed, but I went on.
"I think I'm in love with him. I've never been close to making that kind of commitment before."
"Go for it, pal," Dennis said. "He seems a great guy and it's obvious that he's in love with you. You don't see the way he looks at you or you'd know that for yourself."
Art returned just then and the subject was dropped.
As we planned, we didn't stay too late and got home a little before ten o'clock. Art asked if I wanted a night cap but I declined.
"Come here with me, my man," I said, pulling him up off the sofa where he was sitting. "I've got an another idea."
I led him into the bedroom and proceeded to undress him slowly. I've always thought that when it's done right, undressing someone can be tremendously sexy. He certainly seemed to enjoy it that evening. When I slipped his shorts down his long cock was standing at almost full attention.
"Lie down, babe," I said, moving him toward the bed. I pulled off my clothes and went into the bathroom for a few minutes.
"What are you doing?" Art called from the bedroom. I finished my 'prep' and walked back into the bedroom, holding a couple of things behind my back.
"What have you got?" he asked. "What are you going to do to me?" I put the items on the nightstand and crawled between his legs.
"Well, first I'm going to do this," I answered, lying down on top of him and kissing him deeply. He responded perfectly and we were soon squirming against each other attached at the lips.
After many minutes of this, I moved south and started working on his nipples, one with my lips and tongue and the other with my fingers. In ten seconds he was moaning softly. Obviously I'd found another hot button area. I changed positions, sucking on his other nipple while I massaged the one I'd been sucking. His moaning continued. Then I moved further south again, this time taking his fully erect cock into my hand and guiding it to my mouth. I knew I couldn't take its considerable length in that position, but that wasn't the plan anyway.
After sucking him for a few minutes, I moved up on the bed and kissed him tenderly again. The kissing got a lot hotter and more passionate and I could feel his cock pulsing against my leg.
Finally I pulled myself up so I was sitting astride his waist.
"You ready to try something different?" I asked quietly, keeping my gaze focused on his sparkling eyes. He smiled and nodded.
"I'm a little scared about this," Art said, "You're really thick."
"Silly," I said with a grin. "I'm not going to violate you; you're going to violate me. Carefully, I trust."
Yes, I used that word deliberately. We'd been through the whole trust thing that morning, but preparing to do what we were going to do required a lot of trust too. This time I was the one who was going to do the trusting.
Having already prepared myself with lots of lube, I opened a condom package and squirted some of the lube into my other hand. I moistened his cock with some lube and then rolled the condom down its impressive length. I then lubed the condom.
"It's been quite a long time since I did this, babe," I said, "So let me take it at my own speed, huh?" He nodded and smiled again.
"You don't have to do this you know," he said quietly. I smiled at him and winked.
"Yes I do, babe, I want you in me and I want to feel you making love to me this way."
I leaned down and kissed him again. God, I love kissing this man. It's almost like his feelings come out through his lips. He was getting hot and he let me know that by the way he kissed.
Once I moved into position, I got the head of his dick positioned at my opening and pushed down slightly. There was a quick moment of pain as the head passed through my sphincter and I stopped, forcing myself to relax as best I could.
It took several more minutes, with minimal pain, to get the first half of his cock into my ass. It had been over a year since I'd been in that position, and not that often at that, but being in control made me more confident and in time, I'd managed to slide down his whole pole and had it buried inside me. It was an incredible feeling that washed over me.
I stayed in that position, moving slowly up and down until I felt completely comfortable with having him in me. I knew his eight and a half inch dick was the longest I'd ever had inside me, but the feeling was incredibly good and there was now no pain at all.
"Okay?" he asked quietly. I winked at him again.
"Oh yeah, it's gonna be good," I said. "Trust me, babe." He smiled.
After a few minutes, I felt comfortable enough to suggest another position.
"Roll over with me," I whispered, gesturing to the right, and the two of us rolled onto our sides so that his legs were between mine.
"You okay?" he asked and as he moved, his cock stroked across my prostate.
"Oh God, yeah," I groaned. He suddenly realized what had happened.
"Found it, huh?" he asked with a grin.
"You bet," I answered, "Now let's see if you can find it some more."
Thus began what I will always remember as the most perfect lovemaking I'd ever known. He stroked slowly, letting the passion build and picking up speed as he stroked. Soon we were both groaning and moaning without words.
"Move one more time," I said, rolling onto my back. Something instinctive clicked with Art and he raised my legs to his arms as he resumed stroking into me, first slowly and tenderly and then with rising passion. The feeling was amazingly pleasurable touching close to my very core and sending thrills through my whole body.
"Oh God," I whimpered, "That's so good. So good." He was hitting my sweet spot with almost every plunge and it sent the most incredible sensations throughout my body. Every nerve in my body was centered right there where his cock was exploring my insides.
"It's almost too good," Art murmured. "I don't think I can last very long."
"Let it go, babe," I answered. "Give it to me."
He fucked me beautifully and then, as he neared climax, instead of speeding up, he slowed down, stroking to his full depth every time. It felt incredibly good to me. It was so much more sensual than being rammed as some guys always want to do.
Then he reached the finish line himself with a passionate deep dicking session that had me literally shaking. He took my stiff cock in his hand and stroked in rhythm with his own movements.
Then I felt his cock get even harder and, it seemed, even longer.
"Oh God yes," he cried, delivering his deepest stroke ever and holding completely still as I felt him throb deep, deep inside me. I could actually feel his cock shooting into the condom and his cock throbbing against my prostate.
"Yes," I cried. "Oh yes."
That did it for me and I started shooting my third load of the day all over my belly and chest. It was an incredible orgasm and I felt my ass ring clamp down repeatedly on his cock. I'd closed my eyes when I started to come and when I opened them again my gaze met Art's eyes.
"Oh yes, my love," he said, lowering my legs and bringing his lips to mine. "You are so wonderful." We kissed repeatedly, in gentle, tender kisses that told of our love for each other. It was Heaven.
"Where did you learn to fuck like that?" I asked finally. He laughed.
"Mostly just instinct," he answered, "But I did read some pretty detailed stuff on the 'Net about man-to-man sex, and some of it was about anal."
"You're one hell of a student, babe," I said with a satisfied smile. I could tell he was pleased by the compliment.
Ten minutes later, we were still cuddling when I felt Art's softened cock start to slip from my ass. Neither of us could help it but I couldn't help chuckling. He grinned at me.
Art got up and disposed of the condom, cleaned himself up and then brought a warm, wet towel and helped me clean up as well. Then he laid down and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me. "Wow," he said, "You're really something. Thank you for letting me make love to you that way."
"No, babe," he said quietly. "Thank you for loving me. Sex has never been as good for me as it is with you. I mean that."
Lying there in each other's arms, I knew I'd never felt closer to another human being than I did to Art.
"I want you to do that to me sometime soon," Art said quietly. "I've never done it before but I want to do everything with you. With my man."
"I like the sound of that," I answered, as we snuggled together, relaxed and happy.