OK, guys, here's the second installment. Reminder: the people are real, the story is fiction. Also, these two guys engage in unsafe sex... not a good idea in the real world. Let me know if you want me to continue the saga.
The Visit - Part II
After getting out of the pool, we quickly headed up to your apartment. I liked walking behind you because the red Speedos hugged your ass nicely. What a view! When we were safely in the stairwell, I reached out and pinched your ass playfully.
You turned around and slapped my hand hard. "Not while we're in public....," you said, and after a brief hesitation, you added, "At least, not while it's broad daylight!"
We made it to your door and after opening it, you played the polite host and allowed me to enter in front of you. I looked around and was about to say that your place was nice, but my mouth was soon held captive by your lips and tongue. This was one of the hottest kisses I've ever had... even better than the one in the pool. You pushed me back against the door so that I was now pressed up against it. You were like one of those creatures that you study on the weekends... an animal in heat with only one goal on your mind: sexual conquest and satiation.
I broke our kiss because I needed to breathe. You had taken my breath away both because of the kiss itself and because I had no warning that it was coming. You stepped back one pace and just looked at me. I wasn't sure if I saw lust burning in your eyes or if you were really pissed off.
"What?" I said in a high-pitched tone that conveyed mock anger.
Not saying a word, you responded to my question by attacking my right nipple with your tongue. I generally am not a big fan of this kind of stimulation, mainly because too little pressure doesn't do anything for me and too much pressure makes me squirm in pain. I think that you sensed this, and you took your time to slowly increase the pressure of your nibbling. You sensuously ran your tongue all over my tit and grasped the nipple between your front teeth. Unfortunately, you quickly reached my pain threshold and I pushed you away.
"I don't really like a lot of nipple play," I said.
"Well, that makes one of us," you responded with a gleam in your eye.
Taking the obvious cue, I attacked your left nipple with an all-out assault. First, I brushed my upper lip against it, knowing that the stubble left from this morning's shave would be a bit rough on such a sensitive body part. But, you seemed to like it; that is, if I could use your quiet moan as an indication.
Next, I clamped my lips down on your nipple and applied suction. It was as if you were breast-feeding me, and I was the little bastard infant that sucked too hard. But again, you seemed to like it, even when I took the suction level up to my maximum.
I knew that I had to change strategies here to keep things interesting. Since you tolerated my intense attacks well, I decided to try the subtle approach. I pulled my mouth off of your nipple and you whimpered, thinking that I had finished with this part of your body. Promising not to disappoint you, I asked you to close your eyes for just a minute. You hesitated and I think I saw a brief moment of fear in your face.
"Don't worry, Don. I'm not into that S&M stuff. So, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to heighten your tactile senses by cutting off your vision. That way, you won't know what I'm going to do," I said.
You obliged and shut your eyes. I waited a moment or two, knowing that it was probably driving you crazy that you didn't know what I was going to do. I eyed your red and slightly swollen nipple, and I placed my mouth with an inch of it. Then, I gently stuck my tongue out and barely made contact between the tip of my tongue and your nipple. I slowly moved the tip of my tongue in small circles, never leaving the nipple. Because tongues are slightly rough (in a wet, slippery kind of way), this movement provided some excellent stimulation that was in sharp contrast to the assault that I had done a few minutes ago. Getting your nipple nice and wet, I removed my tongue and hesitated for about 15 seconds. Then, I pursed my lips together and blew a steady but gentle stream of air in the direction of your tit.
You moaned loudly due to the cooling effect. After about 10 seconds of blowing, you opened your eyes and pulled my face up to yours. Once again, you thrust your tongue into my mouth as if we were Siamese twins connected at the mouth.
This time, you broke the kiss, and I could tell from your expression that the wheels in your mind were turning. You were most likely trying to figure out a way to stimulate me in the sexy, sensual way that I had just done for you. But, I put a stop to your plans.
"No offense, but we both need a shower. You taste like chlorine and I'm sure that I do too," I said.
You looked at me with puppy dog eyes and said in a disappointing tone, "If you insist." Looking down at our Speedos, you said, "But I think we're going to have to take off our suits or they're going to rip at the seams... too much pressure from engorged cocks."
I laughed at your funny comment. That was the first time that anyone ever said my cock was "engorged." I replied, "If you say so, but you have to undo the strings with your teeth."
You relished the idea and started to direct your hands to finding the strings in the waistband of my Speedos. "Un uh. You can only use your teeth," I said as I pulled your hands away from my body.
You promptly sank to your knees and thrust your nose into the waistband to create enough space for your teeth to find the strings. It tickled a lot, and since my lower stomach is one of the most ticklish parts of my body, I started to giggle and squirm. You realized that you had found a weakness and you exploited it for all it was worth. You quickly wrapped your arms around my back so that I couldn't move, and you continued your quest to find my hidden strings.
Locating them, you pulled the end up from out of my waistband, and as it untied itself, you shouted "Victory." Without any further ceremonies, you promptly pulled my Speedos down to my ankles and my "engorged" cock popped out in all of its glory.
You were mesmerized at the sight of my cock. It stuck out straight from my body but curved slightly downward at the end. Unlike many other men's cocks, my dick does not flop up against my stomach when it is extremely hard. I think this fascinated you and you just stared at my cock as it twitched from the blood pulsing through my veins.
"All right. There will be plenty of time to worship my cock later," I said in an extremely sarcastic voice. "You can take close-up pictures of it later so that the sculptures and paintings can be made for the shrine."
You laughed. I had told you about my sarcastic nature and almost acidic wit, but I don't think you fully understood until that scathing comment. You simply said nothing and took my hand. You gently pulled me in the direction of the bathroom.
We got into the shower and you turned on the warm water. It cascaded down your body since you were standing directly under the shower head. I secretly wished that I could be some of those water drops... in direct contact with your skin, even for just a fleeting moment. You opened your eyes and pulled me into the water spray.
"Let's get clean, smelly," you said.
"Thanks a lot, ass hole," I replied in mock annoyance.
We of course added soap in the mix and I think we were on the same wavelength because you allowed me to start soaping up your body without ever saying a word between us. I ran the soap all over your hairy chest and gently washed the nipple that I had so forcefully and so gently attacked moments earlier. Spreading the soap all around, I moved down to your thighs and made large circular motions with my hands. I don't think that you were aware that a man's thighs are a sensitive area.
Next, I soaped up your pubic hair and started to caress your cock and balls with the soapy mixture. You closed your eyes and sighed audibly. I carefully washed all of your beautiful cock, paying extra special attention to the sensitive spot on the underside of your cockhead. You gasped at the slippery pleasure, and fearing that you were once again about to plummet over the edge of orgasm, I gently pushed you under the water spray so that you could rinse off.
I turned my back to you for a minute so that I could get the shampoo bottle. I wanted to wash your hair and give your scalp a sensual massage. You had other plans. Reaching for the soap, you began to work up a lather on my back. It felt so good to have your hands roaming all over my back. I visibly relaxed and let go of the tension that had built up from the anticipation of our first meeting. I was slowly becoming like a big lump of clay in your expert hands.
You started to move further south on my back and quickly began to soap up my ass cheeks. You kneaded and massaged them and slid your index finger slowly from my tail bone down into my ass crack. I moaned out loud as you began to run your finger over the sphincter muscles of my anus. After a few minutes of this intimate stimulation, you gently pressed your index finger past the muscular barrier and entered my colon. I barely noticed the invasion since I was so relaxed.
Since you index finger couldn't quite reach my prostate, you replaced it with your middle finger. It took you a little while, but your invading finger finally found the nub of my prostate gland. You slowly massaged it, and I felt as if tiny currents of electricity were passing through my body. My cock couldn't get any harder and it started to leak copious amounts of pre-cum even though there was no direct stimulation.
You backed off a bit on your massage because you sensed that I was going to decorate the tile in your shower with my load. You removed your finger and I suddenly felt unpleasantly empty. I was about to turn around but you stopped me.
"Close your eyes," you whispered in my ear. I obeyed and you stepped back.
I couldn't tell what you were doing but it involved soap. Honestly, I didn't have a care in the world or any fear. I knew whatever you had in mind would likely be extremely enjoyable. For one of the few times in my life, I did not let my mind anticipate what was going to happen next. I promised myself before I got on the plane to come to visit you that I was not going to anticipate or overanalyze anything during this four-day weekend, including what you and I were going to do sexually. I made a conscious effort to just live in the moment and not think about even one minute into the future.
In this state of mind, I was obviously surprised when I felt your hard cock running up and down the crack of my ass. I almost screamed in delight that you had remembered that one of my unfulfilled fantasies was to have sex in the shower. It was an unfulfilled fantasy because it involved unprotected sex, something that I had not let anyone in Ohio try because I did not fully trust them.
Somehow, I implicitly trusted that you had not lied to me about your recent HIV test and your sexual history. I knew that I was not at risk either, so I simply bent over and said, "Stick your dick up my ass RIGHT NOW, you big stud!"
In your best robotic voice, you replied, "I will comply, sir."
I laughed but my breath was quickly taken away when you entered me quickly.
I had not been fucked for a while and even though your dick was not the largest one that had ever been inserted into my ass, it was a bit painful when your first entered. You sensed this and immediately halted your forward progress. I caught my breath and relaxed, opening up my muscles wider so that you could enter more easily. Soon enough, your balls had reached my ass and you were fully inside me.
I don't know why, but it seemed as if your cock was the perfect fit. It wasn't too large or too small. It felt just right. No, on second thought, it felt incredible... infinitely better than the 4 or 5 other dicks that had been up my chute. You started to thrust in and out of my ass and it felt so good with the water from the shower flowing off of you and onto my back. I was in heaven.
But all good things must come to an end (no pun intended), and I knew that our first stab at anal sex was not going to last long. Anticipation and pent-up desire caused us to fuck like animals and after only a few minutes, I felt your dick get bigger inside of me, the tell-tale sign that you were about to explode. To help you along, I clamped my ass muscles down on your cock and that was enough to push you off the edge. I felt the first volley of cum fill my bowels, and it was rapidly followed by at least 4 or 5 more volleys. It seemed that you had saved an extra large load for me, and my ass was all too willing to accept your gift.
I didn't realize it but you were screaming my name as you were in the throes of orgasm, and that did it for me. Without even touching myself, I squirted out 5 big globs of cum onto the shower wall. You slumped against me as you came back down the stairway to heaven. I had to hold onto the sides of the tub to support us both because I, too, was weak in the knees. I couldn't have dreamed of a better first sex session!!!
TO BE CONTINUED...