Typical! The middle of summer, humidity at 90 percent, and my air conditioning isn't working. At least the apartment caretaker said he would try to get it fixed tomorrow. It meant that I would have to spend a sleepless night tossing and turning, trying to cool off. The portable fan he brought up helped somewhat, but recirculating hot, humid air doesn't really do much.
The buzzer rang, and when I answered the intercom, a familiar voice asked if he could come up for a few minutes. Gene had been a friend of mine for a few years. He was happily married, and I had never considered broaching the subject of my bi-sexuality with him. He probably would not have ditched me as a friend, but I never had any stirrings of arousal when he was around, so I avoided the subject entirely.
When I answered the knock at the door, I was surprised at the way he looked. Dusty and dirty, he walked in and asked if he could get a cold glass of water. I looked at him, somewhat perplexed, and asked what car he got thrown out of. He smiled, and said that he had just finished a pick up baseball game. His appearance was due to repeated dives into second and third base.
He remarked on how hot it was in the apartment. I glumly nodded, saying that the air conditioning would not be fixed until tomorrow. He went to sit down, but I stopped him before he spread half the baseball diamond's dirt on my off-white sofa. "Oh, yeah..sorry", he laughed. He said he needed to use the washroom, and went in, closing the door behind him. He and I were essentially the same size, and I asked him if he wanted to borrow a change of clothes so he could at least sit for awhile. "Sure, why not", he answered. I took a pair of shorts and t-shirt from my clothes drawer, and brought them to the bathroom. I knocked, and he opened it a fraction, then took both items. Evidently, he washed up a bit also, as I could hear the water running .
He came out looking much more civilized. I asked him brought him here, rather than just going home. He had forgotten his house key, he explained, and his wife wouldn't be home for a couple of more hours. He asked if he could hang around for a little while. No problem, I replied, and went to the kitchen, getting a couple of cold beer from the fridge.
He reached for the beer, and grimaced. "I am sore all over, especially my back and shoulders", he winced gingerly taking the beer from my hand. I nodded, saying he probably pulled a muscle or two with his overly aggressive play. "Did you want me to try and loosen your back and shoulders?", I asked. It was an innocent offer. I had frequently relieved his wife's chronic back pains spasms with a massage, having taking massage therapy in my youth.
He agreed, and turned over on the couch, lying face down. I partially straddled him, and began to work the kinks out of his shoulders and upper back. The muscles were very tight, and it took some very firm rubbing to get them to loosen up. It was difficult to continue through the thick cotton shirt, and I asked if he would remind removing it for the moment. He obliged, and I continued the massage..
I got off the couch, and asked him to turn over so I could properly get the front part of his shoulders. He did, and was now lying face up, stretched out on the couch. I was immediately struck by the fact that both of his nipples were fully erect. I felt flushed. I wanted to touch them, tease them, find out if they could get even more hard. I managed to compose myself, and continue with the massage. "Legs, too?", I asked, now feeling something I hadn't felt before with him. "They are really sore, especially the calves", he said.
I took his right leg, and lifted it, bending it at the knee. I started working the knots out of his calf muscle when another shock announced itself. The shorts I gave him were not tight at the leg, and they fell open at the leg hole, allowing me an unrestricted view underneath. Now I was really flushed, and aroused. My first instinct was to reach in, and touch him, but that would have no doubt caused some distress in both of us.
Instead, I resumed my massage, but in a softer manner. Around his chest, shoulders, legs, thighs, occasionally lightly brushing up against the front of his shorts. He didn't take notice..his eyes were closed. I continued a little longer, then very slowly brought my hand down to rest on the front of his shorts. It took him a few seconds to realize where my hand was, and his reaction was to bring his own hand over and gently push mine away. "Don't...", he said softly. I dutifully resumed my massage, using an even lighter touch.
Several minutes passed, and again my hand worked it's way to the front of his shorts. A few quick breaths escaped him, and my hand was there longer than the previous time. Again, his hand moved and pushed mine away, this time more hesitantly, and he said nothing. I started my massage again; this time, however, it was meant to arouse. I lightly touched his chest with my fingertips, gently circling his still swollen nipples. I teased his neck and ears with my fingers, a touch that made him squirm slightly. His breathing became shorter and quicker, the occasional light groan escaping him.
Finally, my hand came to rest for the third time. I could feel he had become somewhat harder than the previous times, and a very low moan came from him. I left my hand there for fifteen seconds or so, and seeing no resistance, began to lightly squeeze and his erection. He closed his eyes tightly, but did nothing. Very soon the squeezing became rubbing, and light back and forth motion which caused a few short gasps of air from him. It also hardened him measurably, to the point where he was almost fully erect.
I stopped rubbing, and moved my hand up to rest on his stomach. From there, I slid it underneath the shorts, partially lifting them as I did so. My hand gently took hold of his erection. "Oh, God", he moaned, "I..I don't know...", but his words trailed off as I began to lightly stroke him. I could feel the dampness of the sweat on his erection as I started to pull more firmly at him. He groaned as I teased the head with my thumb, his lower body twisting slightly away from me.
I was able to slide the shorts part way down, and see visually what my hand was doing. His erection was swollen and difficult to move. He groaned every third or fourth stroke, but that increased as my pace did. He began slowly writhing on the couch, his body turning and twisting as he got closer and closer.
His arms reached up and grabbed the arm of the couch, holding onto it firmly. I reached up with my free hand and moved his wrists together, gently pinning them above his head. "Trust me..", I whispered softly. I bent my head down, and began to work at his nipples with my tongue. Loud grunts escaped him as I teased each one in turn. He was so close; I could feel the throbbing in his erection.
I buried my head to his chest, and took one nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking furiously at it. My hand roughly groped and pulled at his erection. "Oh, my God", he wailed. His back arched slightly, hips thrusting upwards as the first spurt of cum landed on his stomach. Each successive spurt produced an equally arousing moan from him, his body finally collapsing back onto the couch, a sticky white mess coating his stomach.
I almost came just watching him. Needless to say, I was at the bursting point myself, and I disengaged myself from him to quickly remove my own shorts and shirt. He lay very still, panting and gasping for air after the intensity of it all. I lay down over him, my own stiff erection on his stomach where there was ample lubrication. I propped my upper body up, but my hips were pushed tightly against him. I was sure it would not take very long, and it did not.
Several quick thrusts brought me to the edge. I groaned, and noticed that he was watching me intently. Both of us were breathing shallow and rapidly, and I slowly lowered myself, our trembling lips getting closer. We kissed lightly, then more firmly, and finally our tight embrace was pushed our lips together, the sweat pouring off our foreheads. I felt myself letting go, and my hips thrust crazily as the cum began to pour out of me. I wanted to release the embrace, allowing unrestricted movement, but held me firmly in place, bringing about an excrutiatingly intense orgasm. I collapsed onto him, both of us panting heavily and sweating profusely. I continued thrusting my hips, eking every last drop out that I could.
We stayed that way for a good five minutes, and when our bodies finally came apart, it was a sticky mess everywhere. It was necessary to shower..there was no way to clean up properly without one. We spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning each other off. I found out that he was very profficient at using his hands, bringing me to an almost as intense orgasm as my first. I also found out how crazy he gets when someone goes down on him, my tongue circling his very sensitive head. I made him stand through a second orgasm, and he almost doubled over, it was so intense.
We have not gotten together since for this kind of rendez vous, although I have been to their house several times. No mention was made of it after that day. However, I do plan on finding out sometime soon if he is as ticklish as his wife says he is...hmmm, now there's a thought...
The End (perhaps)