By the time I'd finished my coffee Jimmy came out of the bathroom. He was dressed and had his gym bag in one hand. I could feel him watching me but I was too freaked out to meet his eyes. I felt heartbroken and tired, not up to dealing with anything. I looked into my empty cup and sighed.
"I'm sorry, Tony." His voice startled me. I had just been working up my courage to say the same thing. The gym bag dropped to the ground and he moved through the kitchen to my side. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged the tension there. I couldn't help turning around to look at him.
"It wasn't all a lie, man. But I have to tell you that I really enjoy hanging out with you. You're smart and funny. Shit, if you hadn't been around for me I probably would have killed my parents by now." He paused and smiled when he saw my lip curl up in a half smile. "I love Jen. I thought I was one hundred percent straight, but... maybe not. I like what I have with you. You should know, though, if I have to pick I'd pick a woman every time."
"That's fair, I guess." It was crushing to hear him say that, but it also made me feel better to have some definitive idea into what we were doing.
"Jen'll be home in two weeks. You think we can just enjoy ourselves until then?" He leaned down to kiss my ear.
"I can handle that." And I really was ready to enjoy the time we had left.
"Sorry about earlier. You okay?"
"I'm fine. Nothing a shower won't cure." He was still rubbing my back and shoulders and all the tension had drained from my body.
"I practically raped you. I've never done something like that before; angry sex, I mean. I feel like a piece of shit, Tony. I really didn't hurt you?" He pulled me back and leaned over me as he spoke. He wanted to see my expression.
"Nah, Jimmy, I'm good. Better now that we've talked. Whatever that was earlier? I wanted it too. I shouldn't have waited so long to talk to you about all that. I guess it just sort of spewed out. I'm sorry too."
"You still want me to go to the barbeque at your sister's place this afternoon?" I could tell that things were back to normal between us and I was ready for whatever might come.
"Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks, Jimmy." I put one of my hands over his and he leaned over further to place a small kiss on my mouth. Barely pulling back he said, "Think we can have angry sex and make-up sex all in the same morning?" I chuckled against his lips as he kissed me again. It became more passionate as I pushed my fingers into his hair and cupped his jaw. He finally pulled away to breathe and ran his thumb along my cheek.
"God, you smell like sex and cum, dude. Wanna make-up now?" He flashed that sexy little grin, the one that always got to me, so confidently.
"Yeah, let's do that." I pulled myself off the stool and as I stood Jimmy pulled me against himself.
"You know what would make it up to me?" He kissed me again before taking my hand and pulling me behind him towards the bedroom.
"What's that?" It was nice to have this playful banter going between us.
"A nice long blow-job while I play with your ass. Then I fuck the shit out of you until you cum. How does that sound?"
"You're such a sweet-talker. That sounds about perfect."
"Aww, it's only `cause I like you. And maybe because you can deep throat me." He winked at me and I busted up laughing.
"Hey, I'm serious." The look of outraged shock on his face only made me laugh harder. "It takes serious talent to swallow my cock. I'm trying to pay you a compliment." I could tell by the curl of his lips that he was trying to hide a smile, trying to make me think he was serious.
"Well...," in my most serious tone I continued. "Maybe I like you, but I really like how you can fuck me so I don't remember my own name." By this time we were in the bedroom. He laughed and pulled me up against him to kiss me. He grabbed my hard cock and squeezed it.
"Get the lube and get on the bed, Tony," he whispered against my lips.
I rubbed my hand over his own hard-on and nodded before stepping away to do what he said. As he undressed I grabbed the bottle of lube, I gave myself a reminder that we'd need more soon, and laid back on the unmade bed. I could smell both of us on the sheets and pillows. When he was fully naked he laid next to me and used my hair to pull my face to his. We kissed for long minutes, his tongue and lips making me groan.
"Turn around and get on your hands and knees over me, like a sixty-nine." I followed orders and scrambled around until my knees were on either side of his broad chest and his big cock was in my face. I took in his clean, soapy scent before sucking both of his big balls into my mouth. I tongued and rolled them as I sucked. He groaned and his hands landed on my ass cheeks.
"Fuck, you're a mess back here." I moaned in agreement around his sack, I could just imagine. I felt him spread my cheeks with his hands. "Fuck, Tony. I did hurt you. You're asshole is all swollen and red." I felt him run a finger over it and shivered. "I can't believe I hurt you." I could hear the recrimination and guilt in his voice. I let his balls pop out of my mouth.
"It's just well-used. I bet that's how it always looks after you fuck me." I pulled his cock up by the base so it was standing before me and let my lips encircle the head, my tongue running over the smooth skin.
"I don't know, man. Are you sure?"
"Jesus, Jimmy," I was loathe to let go of his cock for even a second. "It's fine. You've got a really big dick and you fucked me hard. It's no worse than usual and I want some more of it." I took his wet cock back into my mouth and started working my way down the shaft, making Jimmy groan.
"So, my dick is really big, huh?" He eased a lubed finger into me as he spoke.
"Christ. You want your ego stroked right now, or something else?"
"I just like hearing you say it." He sounded perfectly innocent but let another finger slip into me beside the first. I let his dick fall from my lips and rested my forehead against his thigh.
"Fine, you have a gigantic cock. You're hung like a horse. When you fuck me it feels like you're going to rip me in two. When you cum, I can feel it shooting in my throat." I said it as deadpan as I could, shuddering as he rubbed over my kill-spot and I stroked his cock with my one hand.
"Okay, I get it. Get back on my `gigantic' cock." He chuckled a little then sucked air in through his teeth as I took him all the way into my throat.
I'd had lots of practice over the past couple of months and I swallowed him over and over with skill. This position made it even easier. He started fingering me more deliberately. It made it harder to concentrate when I felt him pour the lube across my hole and push three fingers into me. I almost gagged but fought it. I was a little sore but it only made the pleasure shaper as he spread and worked his fingers inside me.
He attacked my prostate and rubbed it insistently. The intense pleasure only encouraged me to suck his cock with more enthusiasm until his hips were bucking up. I let him fuck my face and moaned around the thick shaft each time my nose met his hairy balls. Sucking in air on each upstroke, I'd also pull hard on his head and tongue the slit. I was so into sucking his cock and the sensations in my ass that I hardly noticed as he worked four fingers into me.
Suddenly I was way too close to cumming. I pulled off his dick with an audible pop and grabbed his wrist. I realized he'd worked about half of his hand into me, only his thumb kept him from fisting me. "Stop! You're going to make me cum." He froze then slowly let his hand be squeezed from my hole. When the bridge of his knuckles passed I gasped and pulled off. He held my hips to keep me from going far.
"Holy shit, you should see your ass. It's so loose and my cum is leaking out from earlier. Fuck, how much did I put in you?"
I was just on the verge of begging Jimmy to fuck me, I needed it really bad, when he pushed me onto my side then he reversed position and rolled me the rest of the way onto my back. When we were face to face he sat up on his knees and reached behind him to grab the bottle of lube. In quick efficient moves he slicked his cock.
Throwing the lube over the side of the bed he gritted out, "Gotta fuck you now. You ready?" I could barely nod my head as he grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. He pressed down onto me and aligned his cock at the same time. As he pressed forward I was bent in two and my ass rose into the air as his cock slammed into me. We both cried out in pleasure.
This was no time for gentle loving, we came together hard. It was the most brutal make-up sex I'd ever had, almost more than the hard fuck he'd given me after our fight. His big dick moved in and out of me in long, hard thrusts that left me gasping. I ran my hands over his shoulders and back, unable to hold still. I dug into his muscles, urging him on. If I'd had nails he would have been raked with bitch-marks. His mouth found mine for a second, our lips barely connecting and our tongues reaching out to flick together.
My hole burned around his shaft as I squeezed and worked his cock. The big head and shaft rubbing in all the right places and each time he surged forward he popped into my colon where the most intense pleasure swelled. I fell completely open to him, submitting wholly. He ran one of his hands down my thigh to cup my ass for a second before he moved the fingers into my crack to feel our joining. Without warning he forced a finger in beside his cock. The extra stretch burned and I whimpered, my eyes flying open to meet his.
His thrusts slowed but came harder and deeper. He curled his finger against my ring as he pitilessly fucked me. Our eyes locked with clear intent, the fucker and the fucked. I couldn't help my legs straining against him to straighten; the feel of him fucking me took away conscious control of my body. He gripped my shoulder with his other hand and used his weight to hold me in place. It forced my legs closer together along the length of his body and around his neck. It made my ass clench and tighten which made me cum.
It boiled out of my dick onto the insides of my thighs and stomach, down into my crotch. As it happened it seemed endless, waves of pleasure slicing through me with each deep plunge of his cock. My eyelids fluttered shut and every muscle in my body contracted, my breathe wheezing out of me in a high pitched sigh.
When Jimmy joined me my cock was still dribbling cum, my hole convulsively constricting around him. He held himself deep, shooting into my guts, before he moved and finished cumming shallowly in my chute. The backwash flowed out over his embedded finger. He grunted and pushed deep again. Holding himself there he pulled his finger from me then let my legs fall to either side of him. The puddle of my cum was a sticky mess squished between us. His head fell alongside mine and we rested together.
Finally he got too heavy and I made a halfhearted attempt to roll him off. He helped me along and his cock fell out of my ass with a loud squelching sound. He pushed his arm under my head and pulled me over to lay against him.
"Now that's what I call making up." He grinned down at me and rubbed my shoulder. My eyes were already falling shut. "Don't worry. I'll wake you up in time to get ready, babe." I passed out, thoroughly fucked.
We made it to the barbeque at my sister's. My niece loved Jimmy. I spent most of my time there dodging questions about who Jimmy was. He spent the night at my house where I treated him to an all out blow-job for being such a good sport with my family. After he'd cum we actually cuddled a little before his battery was recharged and he fucked me silly.
As our last two weeks flew by Jimmy spent almost all his time at my house. I asked him once if he wasn't afraid that he'd be all fucked out when Jen got home. He just laughed and shook his head. I don't know what he'd told his parents but the last week he spent every night at my house. On that Monday he told me that he and a couple of the other interns were getting together to celebrate at a bar downtown and invited me along. I declined but by Wednesday he'd talked me into it.
On Friday I left work and headed for the bar where Jimmy told me to meet him. I left my coat and tie in the car, unbuttoning the top few buttons of my shirt as I made my inside. The bar was dark inside and I had to let my eyes adjust before I spotted Jimmy with a big group around some tables at the back. He was standing, looking hot as always, obviously keeping an eye out for me. He saw me at the same time I found him and made his way over to me.
He gave me that sexy little grin, the one I loved, and said hi before taking my hand. I was so used to our easy physical contact I didn't even realize what he was doing as he led me toward the group. He stepped right up and pulled me next to him. Everyone had gone quiet at our arrival. Jimmy rested his arm over my shoulders and pulled me close to him as he said, "Hey everyone, this is my boyfriend Tony." He glanced at me, smiling and said, "Tony this is everyone." He kissed me on the cheek and let his hand slide down my back to goose me.
My cheeks heated and I jumped a little as he pinched my ass. My eyes cast down to the floor I heard a few easy chuckles and tried to relax. The hairs at the base of my neck rose and I looked up right into Mike's glare. Oh shit, I thought. I looked around and recognized a few other people, friends of Mikes'.
Jimmy joined the conversation, laughing along with everyone. I was at a loss and just watched, avoiding even looking towards Mike. I couldn't believe Jimmy had the balls to set this up. I whispered in Jimmy's ear that I was going to get a drink and asked if he wanted anything. He asked for a beer, on tap, and I headed over to the bar. With a stiff drink I rejoined the party and felt better, more at ease.
After a little while people drifted apart. Jimmy and a couple of guys went to play darts and I followed along to watch. Jimmy gave me their names and took special care introducing a guy named Stan. They were obviously close and I'd heard Jimmy talk about him frequently. I knew he was the general foreman at the construction site. I knew he didn't get along with Mike. And I knew he'd helped Jimmy out more than once with practical advice.
What I hadn't known was that he was fucking gorgeous. About my age, I'd find out later he was two years older, he had all my attention. He was tall, about six and half feet, with a shaved head and a dark goatee. He had the physique of a laborer with broad shoulders and thick arms. His legs, encased in worn denim, were thick with muscle. I couldn't help noticing the dark hairs curling out of the neck of his shirt. He was dark, some kind of Mediterranean lineage, and had the kind of dark brown eyes that looked black. When he shook my hand I felt heavy calluses on the palm and fingers of his big paw and noticed the dark hairs curling on the back. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and I saw his right arm was sleeved with tattoos under the dark hair.
Stan and I were teamed up when the others said it was no fun to let me and Jimmy be on a team. I apologized in advance to Stan, telling him through a suddenly dry mouth that I wasn't very good at darts. He put his hand on my shoulder and told me it wasn't a big deal. He let the contact linger a second too long before letting his hand fall.
As the game progressed we were all laughing and getting steadily more drunk. When our turn had passed I went to the bar to order another round. This bar didn't have any wait-staff. As I waited Stan joined me.
"So you're with Jimmy, huh?" His voice was deep and scratchy, like he'd smoked too much.
"Well, not really. He was just doing me a favor, sort of." He smiled and nodded.
"I've heard him talk about you, but I've heard a lot more about a girl named Jen." I returned his smile.
"Yeah, Jen is his girlfriend. We're just friends. My ex is that guy," I gestured over my shoulder, "Mike. Jimmy just thinks he's helping me get back at him."
"Yeah, I know that douche bag. You still not over him?" The bartender had set our drinks on the bar and Stan helped me carry them back to the group by the dart boards.
"No, I'm over him. It's just Jimmy's way of making things up to me, I guess." He looked confused.
"What's Jimmy got to make up to you for?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Just him being a good friend."
"Yeah? How good of friends are you?" I was momentarily shocked and he could see it plainly on my face. I tried to find the right words. "Hey, it's okay. Jimmy's let a few things slip, I figured he was stepping out on his girl. Then he introduced you tonight and..." he held up his drink filled hands, "it doesn't take a mathematician to put two and two together." He smiled disarmingly and motioned towards our group. He set off and I followed behind him.
Later, when we were done playing, he cornered me. Stepping in front of me he blocked my view of the rest of the bar. He put one hand against the wall and leaned into my space as he said, "So, Tony... You never answered my question." I raised my eyebrows and he continued, "You know, how good of friends are you and the kid?"
I twisted my lips, trying to come up with some way to explain it. "He's just a friend I happen to fuck around with. I guess."
"You have feelings for him?" His words were hard and his look intense.
"No, well, kind of. But not like you mean. He helped me get over what happened with Mike and that means a lot. We've spent a lot of time together, and now he's leaving. I'm sad, but it's not like a break-up. It's more like..." I held my hands up between us. "Like I'm losing a friend. You know? Like we'll never be as close as we are now and that's sad."
"I get it. So when does he leave town?"
"Monday."
"Then you don't have any plans for Monday night?" Until he'd cornered me I figured Stan was straight. Now I knew for sure.
"Why, are you asking me out on a date or something?" If Jimmy had a cute, cocky grin then Stan's was sexy self-confidence personified. His other hand landed on my hip as he leaned in to speak low against my ear, "How about a date and something, both." My toes practically curled in my shoes as his warm breath brushed over the skin of my neck and ear.
He leaned back and pulled out his cell. He asked me for my number and I gave it to him. When he was done programming it in he met my eyes and smirked. "I'll see you Monday at six. I'll call and get your address before I get there. Make me dinner? I gotta check out this yard Jimmy keeps talking about." I laughed, saying, "Sure. I'll surprise you."
"Fuck, I want to kiss you, but I guess that would look bad with your ex over there and your `boyfriend' over there. See you Monday." He stepped away and went to say goodbye to the others. I watched as he gave Jimmy a big hug and whispered something in his ear. Jimmy laughed and glanced over at me, nodding. I smiled back at him then watched Stan leave, maintaining eye contact until he opened the door to leave.
Jimmy spent Friday night with me then spent all day Saturday packing. I offered to come over and help but he said it would be faster if he did it himself. I went grocery shopping, trying to figure out what to make for Stan on Monday. I was excited about our date, and the `something' he'd mentioned, so it took away some of the sting from Jimmy's imminent departure.
When Jimmy showed up with his packed car on Saturday night it was obvious he was worn out. He surprised me by telling me that he'd said goodbye to his parents and would leave from my house early Monday morning. We had two nights and one more day. We ate dinner and Jimmy told me our plans for Sunday. He wanted to have a sex marathon.
"We're not allowed to get dressed. We're not allowed to leave the bed except for food, drink and bathroom breaks. If one of us wants to fuck then we have to fuck. The rules are easy, I can't wait." He rubbed his hands together as he spoke.
"I'm down if you're down." He gave me his cocky little grin.
"I'm gonna fuck you so you can't walk straight Monday."
"Yeah, we'll see. I'm not sure you're man enough." I tried for my own cocky grin.
"I'll show you who's man enough right now."
Jimmy fucked me on the kitchen table. Of course he used that damn oil. No way was I going to bed with that dripping out of my ass so we showered before bed, which led to more fucking in the shower then in bed.
Sunday morning I woke up early and prepared some breakfast in bed for me and Jimmy. When I brought it into the bedroom Jimmy was still asleep. I pulled the covers off him and watched him sleeping. He was beautiful with the light behind the shades slanting over his perfect ass. He must have smelled the coffee because he woke up shortly with a huge hard-on.
And that's how it began. I gave Jimmy his coffee and got to work blowing him as he sipped it. It wasn't long before he had to put it down. I laid out on the bed with my head hanging over the side and asked him to fuck my face. Of course, he was more than happy to oblige.
We spent all day in bed. To be certain we spent a lot of time fucking but the majority of our time we spent talking or cuddled up watching tv. It was one of the best days of my life. We talked about stuff we had done when we were kids, the kind of stuff that changed our life. Jimmy told me about the time a bird had crashed into his living room window when he was nine and died, he explained how it scared him so much he'd had nightmares for years. In turn I told Jimmy how I'd always known I was gay and about my coming out experience.
By lunch time Jimmy had fucked me twice. The first time he made me lay curled up on my shoulders with my ass pointed straight into the air. I balanced my knees in my hands as he stood on the bed and sank his cock down into me. It was rough and wild, he pulled out and stood over my head as he fucked me some more. The second time he fucked me standing in the bathroom, my arms braced against the wall with our side-view in the big mirror over the sinks. It was hot to watch ourselves and it didn't take long for either of us to cum.
We had cold pizza for lunch, in the kitchen, naked and eating over the sink to catch our crumbs. When we were through Jimmy led me to the bathroom where we showered and washed each other until the need was too much and Jimmy fucked me against the tile. When the water turned cold we separated and moved into the bedroom where Jimmy fucked me in his favorite position, doggy-style.
After that we took a short nap. I was awakened by Jimmy's hard, lubed cock prodding into my ass as I lay on my side. He was behind me and fucked me like that for awhile. Wanting more leverage he straddled one of my legs and held the other up across his chest. It took my breath away as he rode me side-saddle. I couldn't help grabbing my cock and I came long before he did. By the time he did cum my ass was sore and my dick was hard again. Jimmy let me lie between his thighs and rub my cock against his belly and wet, limp cock. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and kissed me until I spurted all over both of us.
We watched a movie, half a movie anyway, before we became too distracted by our nakedness. We were watching the first Terminator, barely an hour into, when Jimmy ran his hand down my side to my ass. I pretended to ignore him as he pushed a finger into my hole, which was still wet with cum and lube. As I studiously ignored him he pushed another finger in deep and massaged my prostate until I cried enough. He laughed as I took the lube and slicked his cock. I climbed on and rode him until I came first and him ten minutes later.
Later, he watched me make spaghetti in the nude until he was distracted and fucked me on the tile counter again. We finished preparing dinner and ate in the kitchen. We went back to bed where I gave Jimmy a full massage. He returned the favor, although he spent way more time on my ass. Fully horned up we fucked again. This time Jimmy went for the gold medal and fucked me in every position he could think of. We didn't spend more than a couple minutes in each but by the time we both came my body was sore.
Around ten we each had a beer. I think we both knew it would be our last time together and we wanted to mellow out. We made out for about an hour, touching each other everywhere. When we moved into fucking I was on my back. Jimmy held my legs spread wide as he entered me for the final time. He went for the marathon fuck to end our marathon sex. He'd fuck hard until we were both close then stop and go slow. He made me promise not to cum until he was ready. It lasted for a little more than an hour, I kept track. When he finally was ready it was so intense I might have blacked out for a few seconds.
The alarm went off at four in the morning. Jimmy had to leave early to be back in time to set up their new place before Jen got home. He left me in bed as I pretended I was asleep. He wasn't in the shower for more than a few minutes before he came out and shook me.
"Wake up, Tony. I want one more fuck."
He led me to the bathroom and fucked me in the shower. He told me how much he was going to miss my ass, how tight my hole was, as he hammered me into the tile wall. He came suddenly and I was right behind him, jerking my cock.
He dressed and packed the few things he kept at my house. I walked him out to the car, the end of summer heat lingered in the early morning air. He pulled me into a rough hug and kissed me passionately. We said goodbye and I watched him climb into his car and drive away. It sucked.
I went back inside and got ready for work since I was already up. I went into work early and caught up on some paperwork. My cell rang at noon and it was Stan. I'd almost forgotten about our plans for that night. When he asked for directions to my house I almost begged off, but I didn't want to be alone so I told him how to get there.
I left work a little early and ran home to straighten up, change the sheets, and get dinner started. Stan showed up just before six. He smelled the lasagna in the oven as he came in, telling me how good it smelled. He'd brought flowers and a bag. I put the sunflowers in water as he pulled a bottle of wine from the big paper bag. Next he pulled out a new bottle of lube, a brand I'd never tried, and a box of extra large condoms.
"I guess you think you're getting lucky tonight?"
"I'm already lucky, just being here. I'm hoping I'll maybe get luckier, though."
"You're a funny man, Stan."
"I try. When is the food going to be ready?" He was wearing another pair of worn jeans and a white t-shirt that pronounced his dark complexion.
"About ten minutes." I pulled the lasagna out to cool as I added, "How'd you know I would need extra large condoms?" The look on his face was shocked and surprised. I laughed out loud.
"Very funny. I have it from a very reliable source that you're a total bottom boy." He advanced toward me where I was pulling plates from a cabinet. I set them down a little shakily, he was like a giant predator with a feral grin on his face. He didn't stop until he had me pinned to the counter with his big body pressed against mine. He grabbed my ass and pulled our crotches together. He leaned down and I thought he'd kiss me when he whispered, "Do I have my facts wrong?" I growled in frustration.
"Maybe not. Jimmy's got a big mouth." I grabbed his face and pulled him into a hot kiss. He overpowered me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I sucked at it, he tasted so good. He smelled good too, like grass and the outside. We kissed until I had to push him away to get some air. He bit my lower lip and pulled gently as we separated.
"Time for dinner?" I nodded, still reeling. "Good, let's eat outside. It's time to see this yard that I've heard so much about." I grinned in response and handed him a plate.
We ate on the patio and talked for a couple hours. Stan was smart and funny, the conversation flowed easily and we had a lot in common. We finished the bottle of wine, the sun had long since set, and sat in companionable silence as we listened to the crickets. A moment later Stan stood and went out to investigate the gazebo. I turned on the small twinkling lights in the ceiling and followed him. He took my hand and pulled me up into the gazebo beside him. He kissed me long and hard, the passion building between us. He pressed closer and I felt his hard cock pressed against mine.
"You okay with this?" He rumbled against my lips. I could only nod yes. After yesterday I thought I was too sore for more fucking but I wasn't so sure now. We kissed some more before he led me back into the house. He grabbed the condoms and lube off the counter. I led him back to the bedroom.
I started to take off my shirt but he stopped me and had me lay down on the bed. He sat beside me and leaned over to kiss me sweetly. Moving confidently and easy he took off all my clothes before letting me do the same for him.
He was hairy, was the first thing I noticed. He had a big body, padded with muscle everywhere. He didn't have the abs Jimmy or I had but his stomach was firm and flat beneath his pelt of hair. His arms were huge, powerful looking. His thighs were as thick and hairy as I'd expected. His cock was big, gnarled looking and thick. Jimmy had him beat by an inch, though, in length. The head was big and purple, just like a plum. We kissed and ground our hard cocks together.
"You're fucking beautiful, Tony."
"You're not so bad yourself." He ran his hands over my chest and toyed with my nipples until I moaned. I pushed him onto his back and licked my way down his body until I reached his cock. He was already leaking and I lapped it up before taking the swollen head into my mouth. He was so thick I had to stretch my jaw wide. It took some practice and a few gagging attempts before I worked his dick into my throat. As I became more accustomed I fingered and rolled his balls. I worked his cock, getting more into it, as he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair to hold my head in place with gentle pressure.
When he was getting close he pulled me off his cock and dragged me up to kiss me. He stroked my cock and I bucked and writhed against him. He brought his hand up and stuck two fingers in my mouth. I moaned and soaked them in saliva. He drew them out and used his wet fingers to stroke over my hole before sliding one in. My lips were swollen from his plundering kisses.
He worked a second finger into me and spread my whole wide. I ground my ass back onto his hand then forward to rub my cock against his. Caught in between was torture so I begged, "I'm ready. Fuck me." He laughed and kissed me some more before reaching for the lube and condoms. He handed me the bottle as he opened the box and pulled one out. I slicked my own fingers and reached back to lube my hole. He rolled the condom on and I spread more lube onto it.
He pushed me onto my back and got between my legs. Pulling my legs up to hook my knees over the inside of his elbows he stared down at me. "Guide me in." I reached down and back to hold his cock. I lined us up as he eased his cock forward.
It was a lot to take but he went slowly until he was buried to the hilt, his big cock head just reached passed the second ring of muscles in my ass and split me wide. I groaned with those final few inches and pulled my own ass cheeks apart to get him deeper. He rested there, letting me get used to the massive intrusion. His cock was thicker at the base, almost as wide as the head, and it stretched me until my hole felt paper thin, taxed.
I had thought Jimmy was a good fuck, hell I'd thought Mike was the best before that. Stan put them and every man before him to shame. He rode me hard and possessively. He fucked me like he owned me and I loved every second of it. It was like someone had given him a guidebook on the perfect way to fuck me. He hammered into me with a nice even rhythm until I was completely opened to him. He felt the transition in my body and smiled down at me. His eyes never left mine, even while we kissed.
There was no build-up to my climax, I was just suddenly there and cum shot out of my cock between us. I yelled and spasmed, my hole clenching around his thick shaft as he fucked me through it. He continued to fuck me until I felt him shudder and he grunted, the warmth inside the condom ballooning deep inside me.
He eased his dick out and took off the condom. He carried it to the bathroom and I heard him pissing. I fought to stay awake until he returned. When he did I asked him to spend the night. His "hell yes" was the last thing I heard.
On Wednesday Stan took me out to dinner then back to his place to fuck the hell out of me on his bed. It was like an epiphany. At dinner he kept me close, touching me the whole time. On Friday I took him out to dinner then back to my place. Between kisses on the couch he whispered, "I guess I'm putting out tonight, since you bought dinner?" He wanted me to fuck him, it was mind blowing. Even when I was inside his muscled ass he was still in charge, and I got off on that. After I came I sucked his cock until he exploded down my throat. His cum was spicy and bitter. He spent the weekend.
When I'd planned for life after Jimmy I'd figured I'd go out and live it up, slut around for awhile. I had vowed not to make the same mistakes, but the connection between Stan and I was undeniable. I fought it at first and Stan was gentle and patient with me, letting me take my own time.
Jimmy and Jen came home for Thanksgiving, Stan had moved in with me two weeks before. I was blissfully happy with my new man. He was kind of domineering but it only turned me on. We'd just gotten our tests back and were both clean. We had used our last condom and had special plans for Thanksgiving night. Stan fucked me bareback for the first time and it was amazing.
Jimmy and Jen stopped by the next day and stayed for lunch. Jen was nice, pretty and wholesome looking just like her pictures. We chatted and Stan made some margaritas. I set out chips and salsa. As Stan and Jen were engaged in a heated discussion about landlord/tenant laws, of all things, Jimmy nodded toward the back yard. I nodded back and followed him into the kitchen and out onto the patio.
"Wow, it looks sad out here, Tony."
"Everything's dead for the winter." He turned to look at me and drew me into a long hug.
"I've missed you."
"I missed you too, Jimmy." He released me and stepped away, looking into the windows to see if we'd been noticed, but we hadn't.
"Jen knows about us." I was shocked and couldn't speak for a moment. He let me gather my wits before continuing, "I felt guilty about it so I told her. We had a huge fight, it was crazy. After a couple weeks she settled down. I apologized over and over. The crazy thing is: she had an affair with some crazy lesbian in her women studies course over there."
"Whoa, that is crazy."
"Yeah, the whole thing came out. We forgave each other. I'm going to propose at Christmas."
"Whoa, again." I had no idea what to say.
"Yeah. I really love her. It made me realize that I love, loved you too. Just differently, you know?"
"I know." We weren't looking at each other, but staring off into the sad back yard.
"You're happy with Stan?" I nodded, still not sure of what to say. "Yeah, I figured. He's a really good guy. You deserve someone like him."
"I'm lucky. I love him."
"That's good. We're both good." He turned to face me, his last statement almost came out as a question.
"Yeah, we're good." I faced him, trying to read his expression. His smile was sad as humor and confusion flitted through his eyes. For a second he looked so young, I was reminded of him as the boy who'd delivered my paper not so long ago. Finally he nodded and looked down, mumbling, "You wanna know something else crazy?"
"What's that?" My mind was racing with this conversation and what wasn't being said.
"Jen wanted to watch us together. You know: you and me." A startled laugh escaped me. "Yeah, I told her it was crazy. I guess Stan wouldn't like that."
"Stan would probably kill you first."
"That's about what I figured. Fuck, it's cold out here. Let's go see if they're still arguing."
We went inside, Stan and Jen smiled at us. They wore almost identical fake smiles, the lips tight and white around the edges with the effort they were making. We talked for a few more minutes and Jen said they better get going. I thanked them both for stopping by. At the door Jimmy hugged me again and brushed a kiss over my cheek as Stan helped Jen into her jacket.
When the door closed Stan pressed me up against it and his lips found mine in a bruising kiss. He pulled one of my legs up against his thigh and I curled my ankle behind his calf. He held me tight to the door and shoved his tongue into my mouth to wrestle with my tongue. He grabbed my ass and pulled me up until I had to wrap my other leg around him. Hoisting me higher I wrapped both legs around his waist. He held me and carried me towards the bedroom. He threw me on the bed as he started to undress.
"Take `em off, Tony." He pulled his shirt over his head as I followed suit. "He make a pass at you?" He looked up from the button of his jeans to catch my eye.
"No... maybe, I guess sort of."
"I'm gonna go over there and kill him." He kicked out of his pants and boxers, grinning at me. "After I fuck you."
"Okay, caveman. I'm already yours, you don't have to go prove it." He grabbed the lube and slid onto the bed beside me.
"Where's the fun in that? Can I just go fuck him up a little?" I groaned like I was in pain, smiling.
"No. And you don't have to nail me to bed to prove it either. I love you, Stan." He grinned sheepishly at me.
"I love you too, Tony. God, knowing you were alone with him made me so mad. All I wanted to do was go out there and wring his neck." The shaft of his cock was an angry red, the head swollen and purple.
"No need, you're the only man I want to be with."
"Good, then can I nail you to the bed just because I want to?"
He did just that.
The End