Chapter Four `Que Sera, Sera'
Two weeks Friday, after the Wednesday's phone call, Bob arrived in Chicago to apartment hunt. It was late in the afternoon. In the meantime, I had put together a list of possible apartments for him to look at. One of the possibilities happened to be a two bed room apartment in the building next to mine, an exact duplicate. Since the small complex wasn't too far from the U of C. He looked at that first and decided it suited him just fine. He signed the lease on the spot.
"What a relief!" he stated. "I had visions of spending days finding a decent and affordable one."
A celebration was needed! We duly solemnized the signing of the lease to his new apartment by going to dinner together. After a fair meal at a local eatery, we went to a bar that was a block away from my apartment and had a few drinks. The drinks coupled with the bottle of wine we had at dinner placed us in a decidedly jolly mood. Happily and maybe a bit tipsy, we walked back to my place chatting all the way. We decided to go straight to bed.
After getting undressed I slipped into bed reveling at the feel of the sheets on my body. Just as I was about to slip into sleep, I heard something. I opened my eyes and saw in the moonlight filtering through the window a form standing in the doorway. It was Bob.
"Something the matter?" I asked quietly.
"Can't get to sleep," he answered, and added, "Can we talk a little more?"
"Sure," I answered and was about to get up when Bob padded to my bed and slipped in under the covers. Quickly I moved over making room for him. I had a queen-sized bed, so there was more than ample space for the two of us. Bob moved over and snuggled up against me. I was a bit taken back, but the effects of the alcohol muted any real concern. His arm moved across my chest til his finger tips rested on my nipple where they began to gently rub it. Bob's face nestled on my shoulder and with electrical jolts, I felt his tongue lick the hollow of my neck.
"Mmmmm! Thought you wanted to talk."
"Yeah, but this is a better way to communicate."
Bob leaned over and I felt his warm, full lips on mine.
I never had the hots for Bob. But, then, I guess, I've never really had the hots for anyone. Oh, there were the isolated times--like when I saw him in his bed at Weston with a raging, morning hard on, or when he'd lounge around our room in his relaxed nudity, or that time in St. Croix -- when I wondered what it would be like really couple with him.
But, when his lips touched mine, I instantly reacted, like in a nanosecond and our tongues began a protracted, probing duel. My body shifted `til we were facing each other and I felt his warm torso pressing against mine. It was obvious to me that he had gained a different level of physical excitement as I perceived his hooded cock swelling against my lower belly. Mine responded in like manner. We broke our passionate first kiss, took a deep breath and kissed again. Our hands began their independent searching as they uninhibitedly explored each other's body--our backs, our ass cheeks, our shoulders, our sides, our heads--Brailling their way and sensually recording every feature.
My mind was in a whirl. But, suddenly there was a questioning clarity. I broke the kiss and quickly torqued my body until I was laying on top of Bob, bracketing his chest I rose up slightly and looked into his eyes and asked, "Why are we doing this?"
Bob's eyes widened at the sudden shift of passion. "Don't you want to?"
"That's not an answer! Are you doing this because you feel sorry for me . . . for what happened with Pete? This can't just be alcohol talking! Why are we doing this?"
"If I were doing this out of pity . . . shit . . . what kind of guy would I be?" he stated quietly. "I'm doing this because I want to . . . I've wanted to for a long time . . . ."
"But, . . . but, I thought . . . . "
"Jim, let me say something. Hear me out. I've dated a lot. Had my share of pussy too. Never have had any contact with another guy . . . except with you . . . that time in St. Croix. I was so scared `cause I thought you'd be mad at me. But ever since that time . . . I've had the need . . . I've wanted to see . . . to experience what it would be like to . . . make love with you." He stopped and looked at me. I was dumbfounded at his revelation.
Quietly I said, "Bob, I've had the same feelings too . . . for you, that is. But, frankly as much as I like you . . . as I admire you as a friend . . . I don't think that I want to participate . . . in a one-time-only thing. I want nothing to get in the way of our friendship, and, this might!"
"I understand," he said.
Suddenly we were both clear minded, almost sober . . . and . . . I was aware that our cocks had softened considerably. I rolled of the top of Bob and lay on my side regarding him.
Bob turned his head to me and asked, "Do you like me?"
"Of course I do!"
"You returned my kiss." he stated the obvious.
"Yes I did."
"Your . . . body . . . seemed to react to mine."
I smiled, "What do you expect?"
"Que sera, sera."
"What?"
"What will be, will be. It's an old . . . ."
"I know what it is," I said with a smile.
"Jim, do you trust me?"
"Of course I do."
"Then . . . I'm going to kiss you again." Saying that he purposefully turned towards me and kissed me gently on the lips.
"Humph," that unconscious, un-vocalized sound escaped from me and I surrendered to the inevitable.
As we kissed again with total abandon, our hands resumed their explorations. As if we were twin-wired, our hands reached for each other's hardening cocks simultaneously. We both groaned, broke our kiss and stared deep into each other's eyes. I snaked down so that my face was level with Bob's hard cock, still encased in my hand, gently moved my hand towards his curly bush, exposing the hooded cock head and took as much as I could into my mouth.
"Oh! My gawd," escaped from Bob's lips. "That's fantastic!"
I began to slowly bob on and off that hard, hot, monumental, mahogany shaft with deliberate motion, feeling its girth slide past my lips.
"Geese! Your mouth feels incredible on my cock!" he stated as he spread his legs involuntarily.
Pulling of that wondrous muscle with a wet pop and looking up at his face, I said, "Do you like me sucking you cock?"
"Oh, Yeah . . . I do!"
"You want me to continue?"
"Yeah. Suck my hard cock some more, Bob." And, I did!
I must say that the feel of Bob's cock in my mouth brought me untold pleasure. I had enjoyed Khalid's and Pete's cock, but nothing like Bob's. His groans and verbalizations as his obdurate member slipped in and out my lips drew countless waves of pleasure fro deep inside me. After a few minutes of that lascivious ministration, I felt his ball tighten up presaging his release. I drew off, wanting to prolong his delight.
"Oh! My gawd! Never thought that a sucking could feel so good!" he gasped.
Then Bob grasped my face and pulled me back up to his and administered another glorious kiss. He then tossed of the bed covers, manoeuvered me on my back and twisted around, grasping my cock. I watched as he regarded my cock for an instant or two before lowering his head and taking just the head into his mouth. I felt his warm. lush lips clamp over the corona and his tongue moving over that sensitized surface. The fact that Bob was a neophyte to this activity thrilled me. Besides, I may have been the first guy he ever sucked, but technique was more than adequate.
"Oh! That feels so good," I told him. He pulled off, looked up at me, grinning and went back down on me. This time he took nearly half of my quaking cock into his hot moist mouth. Slowly he mimicked my bobbing motion
"Ahhhh!" I gasped as I watched his full lips move up and down my shaft. As I watched him, he regarded me as well. I have always thought it was so damned erotic when I watched a guy's face as I sucked him as he watched mine. A wondrous way of communication.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped again. "You make me feel so good!" I said as I reached down to that kneeling form and grasped his upstanding cock. "Move around, so I can suck you too!"
Bob, without relinquishing his hold on my cock, moved `til his own throbbing dick was in front of my face. Laying in the classic soixante neuf position we both reveled in the feeling we were receiving as well as the sensation of the other's pulsing rod in our mouths.
We were both groaning, primordial sounds from deep in out being. Again Bob's balls tightened up and I knew he was close. I quickened my pace and suddenly my mouth was flooded with his cum.
"AARRGGHH!" issued from his open mouth. My cock was still half in. I pulled it out and allowed him to come down from his screaming, galvanic orgasm. He was breathless. "My gawd . . . Oh, my gawd . . . that was unbelievable!" he rasped.
He looked into my eyes. His eyes were blurred with passion but glowing, nonetheless.
"That was wonderful . . . truly wonderful," he gasped.
"Yes, it was," I admitted
"But, you didn't cum!" he noted and grasped my cock and tried to reinsert it into his mouth.
I quickly sat up, pulling myself out of his mouth, grasped his face and planted a soft kiss on his trembling lips.
"You didn't cum!" he repeated.
"It's not necessary," I said, then continued, "Watching you cum was more than enough for me." Maybe later, if there is a later, I would let him bring me to a climax. But, this was his first time, and I remember that after one's orgasm, it takes a concerted effort to bring your partner to climax.
Bob must have understood. He sat up and kissed me passionately. After that long probing kiss he pulled back, smiling, "I can taste myself in your mouth!" he admitted.
We wrapped our arms around each other and fell back onto the bed and rested. Actually, I rested, but Bob soon was sleeping, the sleep of a satisfied man. I reached down and pulled the bed covers over our sweaty, nude forms. Then, I too glided into an equally satisfied slumber.
The next morning, I was the first to wake up. Bob was sprawled on his back. I smiled. The Washington Monument was apparent. Quietly I got out of bed, padded to my bathroom and took a shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. When I went back into the bed room, Bob was just waking up.
"Morning."
"Morning," he answered sleepily.
"I'm going to make a pot of coffee. You can shower when you're ready," I stated with a chuckle.
"Why are you laughing?"
"The Washington Monument," I laughed and nodded towards his piss hard on.
"Hah!" he bellowed, threw off the covers and bounded out of the bed towards me. I roared with laughter, avoided him and ran to the kitchen.
Over my shoulders I shouted, "Not `til after a cup of coffee."
"Shit," came his gleeful response.
Fifteen minutes later, I was waiting for the coffee maker to finish its cycle when Bob quietly came up behind me and enfolded me in his arms. This morning, unlike the time he came for the interview, Bob was nude. I guess at the time of the interview, he felt he had to be proper. This morning was a different circumstance altogether. His warm naked body felt good against mine.
"Geese! Give me a warning!" I said a bit startled.
"Is the coffee ready yet?" he asked as his hand dropped down to my soft cock.
"Damn!" I uttered, then added, "Am I to assume that last night was not just a one-night-stand?"
"What do you think?" he asked as he drove his tongue into my ear and expertly manipulated my lengthening cock.
I spun around, facing him. "Oh! Bob," I uttered and we kissed.
Breaking off and stepping back, Bob mimicked, playfully, "Not until after a cup of coffee!"
"Yes, massa," I said, knowing how that phrase used to irk the hell out of him at Weston.
He gave me a playful, but solid slap on my bare ass and walked into the living room where he turned on the TV to the morning news and sat on the sofa, languidly.
We sat sipping our mug of coffee and quietly watched the news.
Finally Bob broke our silence. "Hope I didn't upset you last night."
"Up set? No. Surprised? Yeah. A little."
He smiled warmly and admitted, "Well it simply wouldn't have happened if I thought that you were the least averse to the situation."
"Situation? You mean my making love with a guy?"
"Yeah."
"Well, all I can say is I'm glad I told you about my . . . my situation."
"Me too."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Really." Saying that he reached over and tenderly ran the back of his fingers over my cheek. Unconsciously, uncharacteristically, tears welled up in my eyes at the gesture.
"What's the matter?"
"Just happy . . . and relieved." Saying that, I took his hand and kissed his fingers.
We finished a second mug of coffee in relaxed comfort and I took his cup along with mine and took them to the kitchen.
Standing in the entrance to the hallway, I said, "Come on sexy! I wanna destroy that `one-night-stand' myth." Grinning, Bob followed me into the bedroom. I threw the covers off the bed, turned and embraced him, kissing him passionately.
"Does this mean I get a replay?"
"Yeah. And more," I stated and drew him down onto the bed where we melded together and kissed again.
That morning was nearly a carbon copy of the night before. The exception being when Bob rose to the point of orgasm, he pulled out of my mouth and ravished my cock! I could feel myself raising to that cosmic release and I gobbled his hard, throbbing cock into my mouth again. It was less than a minute before we both shot out loads into each other's mouth.
"Damn!" Bob gasped. "That was better than last night!"
I smiled knowing that mutual orgasms with the one you are with, especially if there is a connection, are infinitely more rewarding than a solo cum! We relaxed with our heads on the other's thigh and gently ran our hands over each other's body. After a few minutes of that gentle caressing I saw Bob's languid cock began to snake over his thigh where it had been resting and swell in girth. I reach over and gently retracted his ample foreskin, revealing that glistening, pinkish purple cock head. I snaked my tongue out as swirled around that hardening knob.
"What are you doing?" he asked, lifting his head to observe my playful tongue. "Just playing with your toy!"
"What are you, some kind of maniac?"
"Never thought so! But then I have never been with such an awesomely sexy guy before!"
"Shit!"
One of the things I had always liked and admired about Bob was not only how laid back he was, but that he was truly without any overweening pride or conscious knowledge of his considerable intellectual talents and physical appearance. He had never considered himself `awesomely sexy' or even good looking. When we would walk across campus together and girls would stare at him, he would ask, "What are they staring at?" Never considering that they were smitten by his looks and demeanor. I would defuse the situation by answering, "Maybe your big bulge." To which he would invariably retort, "Shit!"
Within minutes his imposing, mahogany staff was at full mast, throbbing and lurching! I crawled between his legs, spread them apart, took his adamantine cock in my hand, lowered my mouth and again began to suck that glorious thing.
"Geese, Jim, you really know how to get a guy's attention."
I sucked his cock with alacrity and then I licked his balls!
"Ahhhh!" he groaned. "DAMN!" that feels fantastic.
During all this oral ministration a little rivulet of saliva flowed down over that most sensitive spot just behind his balls and around his tight pucker. As I concentrated on his throbbing dick, I traced my saliva stream downward and circled his puckered bud.
"Ahhhh!" he groaned again.
Then I applied a little pressure to the tightly closed gate.
Bob hissed then raised his head and said, "Bob, I don't think I'm into getting fucked just yet."
"Who said anything about fucking you? Just fingering your hole. If it's painful . . . just tell me, but I think you'll enjoy it." I returned to orally pleasuring his quivering cock and lightly ran my finger nail over his tightly clenched hole.
"Geese."
My finger had be thoroughly lubed with my saliva and I again applied a little pressure at that gate. Involuntarily, Bob flexed his spread legs, bring his feet toward his ass. That gave me unimpeded access to his hole. I sucked and pushed a little, sucked and pushed a little more. Finally that muscled gate relaxed a bit . . . at least enough for me to slip my finger in a bit.
"Ahhhh!" he groaned.
"Does that hurt?" I asked.
"No not really!"
I stopped my advancement and concentrated again on licking his hanging balls.
"Oh! Yeah," he said and then I slipped a bit more of my finger in.
Soon my finger was fully inserted into that glorious tunnel. I returned to his cock and started to bob up and down on it and in syncopation I began to finger fuck his ass.
"Oh! Geese! Oh! gawd," he gasped
Soon I was fingering his hole with the speed of my sucking. Then I pulled of his cock, sat back, regarded his face but continued to finger fuck his ass hole faster and deeper. In response, Bob drew his legs up further. I looked down and watched my finger's petit invasion in and out of that tight hole.
"You like this?"
"Yeah," he breathed, "At first it was a little . . . uncomfortable, but now . . . it feels good."
I reached in a little further and began to massage his G-spot.
"Oh! Geese! What are you doing?"
While I continued my fingering, I reached to the drawer in my bed side table and drew out a tube of K-Y. I manager to screw off the cap with one hand, squeeze a dollop onto my fingers. I anointed my ass, sliding a finger in. Then I pulled out of Bob's quaking hole and Squeezed some more into my hand and slathered it over Bob's hard, upstanding cock.
What's that?"
"K-Y."
"What are you going to do?" he asked in eroticized wonder.
"Why should you have all the fun?" I asked with a grin.
"What are you going to do?" he asked again, more insistently.
"I'm going to fuck your cock!" Saying that, I drew his legs down and straddled his hips.
"I'm not sure I want to. I'm pretty big!" he stated with true concern.
"Right now my sexy man, you don't have a choice!"
"Geese!"
Slowly I lowered myself `til I felt that hard cock head pushing against my lubed hole. I took a deep breath, fought to relax and lowered further until that ridged helmet POPPED past my sphincter.
"Ahhhh!" we both gasped in unison.
I held myself suspended until I became accustomed to his girth, then lowered down some more and stopped.
"Oh! Geese!" was all Bob could say.
Finally after a half minute I lowered myself until the whole length of his impressive fuck tool was buried in my love tunnel. Then I slowly began to lift off and plunge back down, lift off and plunge back down in measured and deliberate rhythm.
"Oh! My gawd! This is fantastic!" Bob rasped.
After about five minutes, my legs tired and started to cramp. I lifted nearly all the way off his cock, supported my self with my arms on either side of his chest, looked into his glazed eyes and said, "Fuck me, Bob. Fuck my ass!"
His hips flexed upwards on command, driving his cock deep into me and then relaxed. Soon he was fucking me as though it was second nature. All the time his eyes were locked on mine. I bent over and planted a long probing kiss on his half opened mouth.
"Your cock feels so good in me," I admitted.
"Oh, yeah. This is a phenomenal fuck!"
Then a few minutes later, I rolled of Bob and laid beside him. Taking a pillow, I folded it and stuffed it under my hips. I brought my knees nearly to my chest and said, "Fuck me this way, Bob."
He scooted between my upraised legs, took his thunderous cock, aimed it at my relaxed hole and entered me. I rested my legs on his broad shoulders.
"Oh! Yeah!" I breathed, "Fuck me good!"
And he did!
"Oh! Geese, I love this," he whispered.
What was really wonderful about this position was that his bulbous cock head continually passed over my G-spot. I lowered my legs and wrapped the around his waist urging him in further and faster. After some minutes, I reached that primordial plateau and shot a spontaneous load.
"ARGGHH!" I groaned deeply and anointed my belly with my own cum.
My spasming tunnel and tight sphincter almost immediately triggered Bob's thunderous orgasm.
"AARRGGHH!" he bellowed as I felt myself being flooded with his opalescent cum. His obdurate cock spasming deep in me as he unloaded.
Bob collapsed, breathlessly and wordlessly on me, fighting to regain his normal rhythm. After a few minutes he lifted up, pulling his detumescent cock softly out of its luxurious prison and fell beside me.
"I don't know what you've done to me!" he admitted. Glancing down at his cum anointed lower belly and then at mine, he said, in wonder, "You shot off too?"
"Yeah. All because of you," I whispered
We napped for maybe twenty minutes snuggled close to each other.
When we awoke, I suggested, "Let's take a shower . . . together."
"I'm not sure it's safe . . . together."
"I'll be good," I promised.
"Yeah? Maybe! But, not sure I will," he snorted
"Que sera, sera!"
We got up, stepped into my glass enclosed stall and took a long leisurely shower, merely kissing, lightly two or three times.
After drying off, Bob announced, "I'm thirsty."
We went into the kitchen and I retrieved a couple of beers from the fridge and we sat on the sofa, drinking them quietly.
"Can I say something . . . seriously?" Bob asked.
"Sure," I answered. His tone sounded ominous.
"What has happened between us in the past twenty four hours, I want you to know that it was nothing I had ever planned."
"OK."
"I also want you to know that our three times . . . together . . . has been . . . the best sex I have ever had!"
"Good. I take that as a compliment." I said that knowing that Bob had only had sex with women before last night.
"It was not a compliment, but a statement of fact."
I nodded my head.
"It was wonderful. But, I can't help being concerned."
"Concerned? About what?"
"Well, about my response to our love making, my response to you."
"To me?"
"Yeah. Bob, I can only say . . . I feel . . . smitten!"
"Smitten?"
"Yeah, you know . . . like . . . ."
"I know what smitten means. But, why should that concern you . . . just you?"
"Well ever since we became room mates at Weston and after we graduated, I have had a feeling for you I can only describe as one I might have for a brother. Now it's different, changed."
"So?"
"Well, if things don't work out between us on . . . this . . . physical level. I'd be devastated if I ever lost your friendship."
"I see. So what do you want to do? Cool it?"
"I don't know. My mind says `take it easy' but . . . my heart says something completely, absolutely different . . . the opposite."
"OK. Can I make a suggestion?"
"Sure. What?"
"Under the present circumstances, I don't think that our normal state of dress, or undress allows us to think clearly. Frankly and personally every time I see your naked body . . . I want to hump you or suck your weenie! Or something else. Maybe we should get dressed, get some clothes on. That might neutralized our heightened state . . . or desire . . . or passion."
"Mmmmm! Maybe it would for you, but I don't think it would for me."
"OK, then, let's make a deal! You're leaving tomorrow, so between now and then . . . no more hanky-panky! It'll be a month before you move down here . . . that should give us time to sort things out."
"Mmmm! Well, it might work out."
"Good! Then go and get dressed, you sexy guy, and don't wear anything tight! I don't want to see the hint of a cock bulge in your pants! Better wear briefs--tight ones. And no shorts or tank tops. I want you lookin like a nun!"
Bob guffawed. "OK, Jim. But the same goes for you."
"And I want you to know now something. I'm locking my bed room door when I go to bed. Don't want any dark apparitions coming into my room in the middle of the night. There will be no succubus here, tonight!"
"You mean: incubus?"
"Whatever."
We both dressed and spent the rest of the afternoon shopping at a discount furniture store for appropriate furnishings for Bob's new apartment. On the way back to my place we stopped at a local butcher and I picked out two, thick New York strips for our dinner that night.
"Think you can cook them without burning them?" Bob joked.
"Think so," I stated.
Actually, I did a credible job on the steaks. Along with the fresh green beans and French bread I had purchased, we had a nice dinner. Bob had purchased a bottle of California Shiraz to compliment the whole.
"Sorry man," I said, "no dessert!"
"I can think of a good dessert," Bob stated with a sly grin and a wink.
"Hah! No way! Remember our pact!" I said, understanding his inference.
"Mmmmm. Thought you might have forgotten that!"
"Not likely."
Bob's furniture arrived mid week and with the spare key he had given me, I oversaw the delivery. The weeks that we were apart were punctuated with near daily phone calls. They always ended with. "I miss you," and "I miss you too,"
A little over two weeks after Bob left, that fateful weekend, he pulled into the parking lot with a large U-haul trailer in tow. It was mostly his clothes, books, bedding and kitchen stuff. I helped him unload and then we went to my apartment. His was filled helter-skelter with boxes and bags. He took a shower, I did too and later I met him in the kitchen for a stiff drink. As he entered the kitchen, I noticed that he was happily naked. I had wrapped a bath sheet about my waist.
"Mmmm! You seem a bit overdressed," he observed.
"And you? The opposite, I see."
He giggled and went to sit on the sofa.
I ordered in a pizza and met the delivery guy in my bath sheet. That didn't seem to bother him But, when he glanced over my shoulder and spied Bob on the sofa in his glorious nakedness, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I snickered after paying the guy and brought the pizza to the coffee table.
"What?"
"Well, you sure gave the pizza delivery guy an eyeful. Thought for a moment he was going to shove me aside and have his way with you!"
"Yeah. Sure!" Bob snorted and added, "He wouldn't have gotten much! Too tired to stand at attention, much less twitch!"
"Oh! Poor boy," I stated as I dropped my towel and sat beside him.
"That won't even make it tonight," he stated referring to my nudity.
"Damn! Guess I'm loosing it!"
We quietly ate our pizza.
"Think I'm going to bed," Bob announced.
"OK."
"Jim, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure. What?"
"Can I sleep with you tonight . . . just sleep?"
"Of course. You go to bed, I'm going to clean up a little and I will be right with you."
After tidying up, I went to my room. Bob was on the far side of the bed, fast asleep. I switched off the light and quietly slipped in beside him. Carefully, I draped my arm across his chest. He moaned and snuggled closer to me. In moments I too, was in a deep sleep.
Late, then next morning I woke up, opened my eyes and focused on Bob, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me.
"What are you doing?" I asked sleepily.
"Just looking at you."
"Mmmm,"
"By the way, don't ever comment about my morning piss-hard again," he said with a lecherous smirk.
I glanced down and saw an obvious tent, crotch level.
"Happens to the best of us, I guess," I commented.
"Guess so."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"9:30," Bob answered, and continued, "I'm going over to my apartment and try to make some sense of that mess of boxes and stuff."
"Need some help?"
"Naw. Rather do it myself," he said, leaning over and giving me a quick peck on my cheek. He stood up and began to dress while I padded to the bathroom and relieved myself.
Bob spent most of the day getting his new apartment in order. I made some sandwiches and took them along with a couple of beers over to his place for lunch.
"Your a mess, but your apartment is looking pretty good!" I commented.
"Yeah. Thanks! Never knew a guy could accumulate so much stuff!"
"You a hoarder?"
"Don't think so . . . but most of these boxes are books."
"Why don't you stay at my place tonight and you can come her in the morning, fresh to finish up. Doesn't look like you have too much left to do."
"Sounds like a good idea to me. I should be about finished by 6:00."
"Good. See you then."
At 6:30 there was a knock on my door, peeking through the security hole, I saw Bob and carefully opened the door, masking my usual state of undress, to see a dishevelled Bob standing there.
"FINISHED!" he announced.
"Yeah! You look it too! In more ways than one. Come on, you need a good long shower." I led him back to my room and went to turn on and adjust the shower for him while he stripped.
"Shower's ready for you!"
"What service!" he said with a grin.
"Nothing but the best for you!"
"Yeah! I've experienced your best!" he snickered, fondling my cock as he walked past and into the shower stall.
Ten minutes later, I checked on him. He was leaning against the wall of the shower while the warm jets of water cascaded down his back.
"Need someone to wash your back?" I asked as I opened the glass door.
"Is that part of the service here?" he asked as he turned to me with a grin on his face.
"Sure is. And more, too, if you're willin."
His eyes riveted on mine as we stood there facing each other.
"I've missed you," he murmured, "Really missed you!"
"Ah! Bet you say that to all the guys!" I commented lightly and reached over to lightly grasp his wet, pendulous cock.
"No! You're the only one," he answered.
Then he stepped towards me, our eyes still locked together, he reached down, grasped my cock and sunk to his knees. Looking up at me, Bob gently sucked my soft cock past his glorious lips and started to tongue it in his mouth. In the twinkling of an eye my dick became stiff and rigid. We regarded each other as he ministered to my hard need.
"Does this mean that you've made up your mind about me?" I asked softly.
Bob pulled of me, nodded his head and answered simply, "Yes," then he returned to my lurching cock. As he sucked me, he reached between my legs and grasped my ass with his soapy hand. Then one of his fingers traced its way down the cleft towards my sphinctered bud. I spread my legs to facilitate his movement. Slowly he manipulated my bud, causing me to groan, then he slipped his probing, soapy finger in to me. I gasped, "Ahhhh!"
I don't know what it was, I usually have great staying power, but this totally impromptu coupling quickly sent me over the edge.
"I'm gonna CUM!" I gasped.
Bob suck harder, more frenetically and fingered me deeper.
"ARGGHHH!" and I shot two weeks worth of cum into his mouth.
Rather than pulling off, he swallowed my lustral load and held my cock, quietly in his mouth! The feeling was indescribable as his tongue softly slipped over the surface of my imprisoned cock. As I grew softer, I reached down, grasped his face, pulled it off my softening cock and up to give him a deep kiss.
Breaking the passionate kiss, I looked deep into his eyes and said quietly, "Robert Veneable Jefferson, I'm smitten with you."
He smiled broadly and answered, "James William Adams, I'm smitten with you too."
We kissed again, and during that long probing kiss my hand sought out his cock, growing and lengthening between us. As he was up against the wall, I reached over and deposited a copious amount of liquid shower soap into my hand and massaged it over and into my hole and then over his hardened, pinkish-purple, knobbed pole. I broke our kiss, quickly turned around, bent a bit, guided his hard cock to my relaxed hole and backed onto that obdurate thing.
This was all done so quickly that Bob barely had any time to react.
"What are you doing?"
"I just maneuvered my ass onto your hard fuck pole. Now it's up to you to finish the process. I think you know what to do!"
"Oh! Yeah, I sure do!" Bob grabbed my hips and shoved his cock all the way into me.
"That's it! Now fuck me, fuck me like you want me!"
I bent over half way and supported myself on the shower faucets as Bob began to slowly move in and out of me. I wish that I could have seen that great, brown cock sliding, purposefully in and out of my hole. But, Bob provided me with ample, delightful information.
"Ah! I love watching my hard cock sinking into your tight ass."
"Oh! Yes."
"It feels so good!"
"Yeah."
Then ever so slowly he pulled out. His wondrous helmeted cock head made a popping sound as it exited. Then immediately he reinserted the head only to pop it out again. He did this four or five times in a row, then slid that massive tool all the way into my depths.
"Oh! My gawd! That feels fantastic," I groaned.
After about five minutes of this slow and easy passage, punctuated by that popping in and out, Bob increased his fucking speed. Finally he was slamming in and out of me like some great high speed piston engine.
"Yeah! Fuck me!" I gasped.
"I'm fucking your tight ass, Jim!" he breathlessly stated.
"Do it!"
And, he did!
"Jim . . . I'm gooooing . . . to coooome!" he announced as he reached that plateau. Then he bellowed like some ancient bull, "AARRGGHH." and slammed deep into me.
I could feel his great cock lurch and spasm deep in my being. Depositing the evidence of his passion in ever lessening jets. I grabbed his hands and brought them around my torso while I slowly stood straight, his cock still imbedded in me.
His head was nestled against mine in the hollow of my neck. I turned my head and whispered, "That was fantastic!"
"Yeah! Phenomenal!"
We just stood there a few minutes `til his softened cock slipped out of me. We rinsed ourselves off in the shower, hugged and kissed lightly, towelled off and walked, arm in arm into the bedroom and laid on the bed--totally satiated.
We had Church's Fried Chicken, the best ever, returned to my apartment and sat on the sofa and talked.
"Can I ask you a question?" Bob said.
"Sure. What?"
"How many guys have you been with?"
"Really with? Just two, Khalid and Pete. The other's I wasn't really with . . . the glory hole guys, I guess I just used, and the one guy at that party . . . guess you can say, he used me. Why?"
"Well, I think you know how I feel about you."
"Yeah," I answered and added, "Smitten."
Bob smiled, "Yeah. maybe a little more."
"Me too."
"How do you feel about monogamy?"
Now that was a question I wasn't prepared for.
"I've never thought about it. The two guys I have been `with,' I had no desire to be with anybody else at the time. So I guess, I might be considered basically monogamous." Then I asked, "What about you?"
"When I was dating, I never played the field. I have dated some girls several months and never fooled around with another girl during that time. When it was finished, it was made clear."
"So, what about me? What about us?"
"Jim, what has transpired between us, especially the past month, has been a revelation to me. I had never considered myself gay or even bisexual, the letter of which, I guess, is closer to the truth. But, you must believe me when I state that I have no desire, whatsoever to be with another guy. Frankly the thought of making it with another guy repels me."
"Still, I don't understand. Are you suggesting a relationship between us?"
"Isn't that what we have? At least the beginnings of a relationship."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"You seem tentative."
"Not really tentative just . . . cautious, I guess. When Khalid left I knew it was going to happen, but I was lost and incredibly lonely. With Pete, it was different, but I was still devastated."
"So it's a matter of trust?"
"With you? No. I trust you implicitly. You, of all the people in the world, I trust!"
"So what is it, my friend?"
"I guess fear."
"Fear?"
"Yeah. Fear. I'm afraid . . . . If I . . . we make a commitment, and something happens, I would be devastated."
"Jim, forever doesn't exist! I think we're both intelligent enough to know that. But, if we make a commitment, we should do it taking into consideration all the possibilities. We've lived together as room mates for four years. We know each other's foibles, lived with them. Our friendship has been solid. If we decide to embark on a relationship, the hard stuff is over. We're already close friends. That's the major part of a relationship. And heaven knows this past month has shown us the physical part, the sexual chemistry is pretty awesome."
"Yeah. Guess you're right."
"If we make a commitment there will be good times and, for sure, some bad ones as well. But, then you know that."
"Yeah," I said, then added, "You know what? You should have been a lawyer."
"Lawyer?"
"Yep! You present a damned convincing argument!"
"So?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes!"
"Yes. What?"
"Yes! I want a relationship with you, you fuckin, sexy, intelligent incubus!"
Bob merely smiled and stated, "I'm going to bed!" and, got up and left me sitting there.
I turned off the lights and walked to my bedroom. Bob was already undressed, had taken the tube of K-Y out of the bedside table and was sprawled on the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Gettin prepared."
"Prepared for what?"
"Prepared for you"
"For me?"
"Yeah. You're going to fuck me tonight, and I want to ne prepared," he said as he moved his lubed fingers down, between his legs, lubed and fingered his hole.
"You're crazy," I stated.
"Yeah! For you."
I stripped and walked to the bed. Bob moved to the edge, raised up and took my cock into his mouth and started to suck me! I looked down and was instantly aware of his upstanding cock.
"Move over," I asked and he moved to the center of the bed.
I took the K-Y tube from his hand, crawled between his legs and went down on that beautiful cock. I've never considered myself a dyed-in-the-wool cocksucker, but where Bob is concerned I make an exception. I love the feel of his cock in my mouth. As my lips moved up and down over the velvety, throbbing cock, I anointed my finger and slipped it into his already prepared hole. I twisted my hand, torquing hi finger as it slipped in and out his amply lubed ass. After a minute or two, I added a second finger.
"Ahhhh!" Bob groaned.
"You feel alright?"
"Yeah, feels good."
In and out, I finger fucked his ass, spreading my fingers apart as I drew them outward. He began to groan and twitch. Then I added a third finger and I experienced a tightening of his sphincter. I held my three fingers in him til he relaxed, then continued the slow in and out movement. Finally he relaxed.
"Bob, in a minute, I'm going to draw my fingers out of your ass and lay on my back. I want you to straddle my hips, grab my cock, bring it to your hole and bear down til it enters. When the head goes in, there might be a little discomfort, a little pain. Just hold yourself there, take deep breaths and the try to relax. Concentrate on relaxing. Then, when you feel comfortable, bear down a little more and stop til you get used to it. Keep that up til you're all the way down on me. You're in charge here. Understand?"
"Yeah."
I withdrew my fingers laid beside Bob. Immediately, he straddled my hips, grasped my cock and lowered himself until my cock head popped in.
"You OK?"
"Yeah," he gasped, "Just a little pain . . . nothing bad."
I had prepared him well cause there was just some mild discomfort.
"Take deep breaths."
He did then lowered himself a bit more. My concern for him had a salutary effect in that my cock softened a little making the penetration easier on him.
After the third time, Bob declared, triumphantly, "I'm all the way down! Your big cock is all the way in me!"
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Stuffed!" he admitted with a satisfied grin.
I glanced down and noticed his previously adamantine cock was lolling down almost soft from his concentration on the new task. Then without even coaching him, Bob began to lift off and slide back down, very slowly at first, but picking up speed.
After three or four minutes, I knew his legs were tiring from all the exertion, I suggested, "Lift off a bit and bend over, place your hands on either side of my chest and support your body on your arms." He did and then I slowly flexed my hips, driving my cock back into his hot love tunnel.
"Oh! My gawd!" he gasped, "That feels good!"
Slow and steady I drove my hard cock up into him and drew it out only to plunge in again.
"Oh! Yeah, Jim. That feels great!"
I picked up speed and began to shove my cock way into him.
"You like that?"
"Oh! Yeah! Fuck me Jim. Fuck me."
And I did and at the same time grabbed his now hardening cock with my still lubed hand and started to jack it while my cock's plunged up into him.
"Oh! Gawd, Jim, that feels so good!" And he sat back up and plummeted down on my impaling cock, forcing it all the way into him. He bounced up and down on me forcefully while I furiously jacked his obdurate, mahogany cock.
"I'm going to cum," he announced and bounced even harder. "Aarrgghh!"
Bob's hard cock lurched in my fist and jets of opalescent jism shot forcefully forth and flooded my chest and belly, creating lustral pools of his man juice. At the same time his sphincter convulsed around my imprisoned cock which had begun the climb to ultimate release. The feel of his hot, velvety, pulsing love tunnel and his quaking bud propelled me over the edge.
"Aarrgghh!"
Bob's eyes widened as I ejaculated deep in him. "I can feel your cock cumming in me!" he announced joyfully. "I CAN FEEL YOU!" And, he collapsed onto my chest and sought out my panting mouth for a luscious kiss.
"You alright?" I asked quietly.
"Oh! Yes! that was wonderful."
I held him there for long minutes. He had given me a wondrous gift and I didn't want it to end. Then he shifted and my softening cock slipped out of him.
"Geese!" he gasped.
"What?" I asked.
"When you cock came out, it felt like I was dumping a load!"
I laughed, and said, "Better not have!"
We showered and climbed back into bed.
"Damn, that was awesome!"
"So you like getting fucked?"
"Yeah. Pretty wonderful. Now I know why you reacted the way you did when I fucked you."
"Yeah, with the right guy it can be pretty special."
"Does it get better and easier?"
"Yes to both. But until you can learn to relax, thorough preparation is necessary."
"Mmmm! Guess it will always be necessary with that big cock of yours!"
"Look who's talking," I said with a smirk and pinched his side playfully.
"Maybe I should get one of those . . . butt plugs!"
"What do you know about butt plugs?"
"I've seen them in the adult book stores."
"You've been in an adult book store?"
"Hell, yeah! I'm not some hick from the Wisconsin outback!" he said with a smirk!
I pinched him again, harder.
"Ouch! So you're in to S & M, are you?"
"Not really, just a little B & D," I lied.
"Mmmm, B & D? So what would you say if I tied you up and had my way with you?"
"Love it!"
He pinched me that time. Epilogue
Three months after Bob moved to Chicago, we were talking one night at my apartment.
"So, how do you think it's goin?"
"What?" I asked. I had gotten used to these unexpected questions from Bob, springing out of the blue.
"Our relationship."
"Mmmm. Pretty good, and you?"
"It sucks!"
"WHAT?"
"Well, it's so damned inconvenient. Either I drag my crap over here, or you drag your crap over to my apartment. Damned inconvenient!"
After the initial shock, I smiled and asked, "What do you suggest?" I knew where this was going.
"Why don't we share an apartment?"
"You mean: live together?
"Yeah."
"Yours or mine, apartment, I mean?"
"Neither. They're too small for the two of us. There's a three bedroom coming available in my building. It would suit us fine. One of the bedrooms we could use as an office and computer room."
"And, one bedroom for you and the other for me?"
"Nooo! The large bedroom for US and the other as a guest room."
In a month Bob and I moved into OUR apartment. It was an easy move and the night we got everything in and settled we had a minor celebration. I handed Bob a small, gift wrapped box.
"For you, my love, in celebration for our apartment."
"What's this?" he asked and began to unwrap it.
It was not really a gift, but we had surprised each other from time to time with funny gifts ore the like.
He opened the box. "Shit!" he laughed and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs I had purchased at a novelty shop.
"Mmmm! Thought you would like them." I said in mock innocence.
"Hah! Next thing will be a whip!" he answered with a chuckle.
"Maybe they won't fit! Let's see,"
I took the cuffs and opened them. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
Laughing, Bob complied. Quickly I snapped him over his wrists.
"Seem to fit," I said.
"See if you can get free."
Bob twisted his wrists. "Nope. They seem to do the trick."
"Good," I said and turned him around, facing me and went for his belt. Unbuckling it, I unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants and pulled them along with his briefs down to his ankles.
"What the hell?" he said.
"Well, what do we have here?" I stated and gently hefted his cock and balls. I grasped his hooded cock in one hand and gently pushed the velvety foreskin back exposing his pinkish-purple, satin, flared head. Doing that his cock began to perceptibly lengthen.
"Damn!" Bob exploded then chuckled.
"Mmmm, seems that this toy need some attention!" Saying that, I bent over and licked the tip of Bob's cockhead. It lurched at my tongue's touch! Then I ran the tip of my finger over it and down under the retracted foreskin. By that time, his cock was nearly at full attention. I lightly tickled his hanging balls and they retracted upward.
"Damn you!" Bob breathed.
"You don't like the attention I'm paying to you great, mahogany cock?" Saying that I dropped to my knees and began to lick his balls, sucking one then the other into my mouth. Bob's balls were erotically sensitive and he squirmed to free himself from my ministration. I reached between his legs and grasped an ass cheek to stabilize him and licked his upstanding cock from its base to the glistening hooded knob.
"Geese Jim, you're driving me crazy!"
I smiled and took the whole length of his cock into my mouth. With considerable practice over the months I had learned to deep throat his majestic cock. I began to suck that magnificent love muscle with all the passion and technique I possessed.
"Oh! Gawd!" he gasped.
I drew a finger of my ass clutching hand down that deep cleft til I felt his quaking bud.
"Ahhh!"
Bob had come to love me fingering his ass as well as fucking it. I deposited a dollop of saliva on my finger and returned it to his sphinctered hole. Bob, involuntarily spread his legs. That facilitated me slipping my finger into his quivering love tunnel. All this I did while bobbing up and down on his mouth imprisoned cock. Normally when I did this in bed, Bob would squirm around til we were in a soixante-neuf position and return the erotic favor. But this night he was unable to do that. It drove him crazy! I slid my penetrating finger all the way in his tight ass til I felt his G-spot. Sucking and massaging, I soon brought Bob to the pinnacle.
"I'm gonna cum! he announced.
I doubled my efforts. Then I felt his sphincter convulse and his great cock expand.
"AARRGGHH!" He bellowed in a primal yell and shot copious amounts of cum into my mouth which I swallowed, lest I choke!
I pulled my finger out of his ass, let loose of his quivering cock, stood up and planted a passionate kiss on his half opened mouth. Our tongues spun around in each other's mouth. He tasted the residue of his cum and moaned.
I released him and stood back.
"I'm gonna get you!" he said breathlessly, but not without a smile.
I turned him around and released him from the cuffs.
Bob spun around and hugged me.
"Wait til later," he whispered in my ear.
"Ooooo! What are you going to do? Have your way with me?" I snickered
"You better believe it."
And, he did. And, I loved it!
Bob and I still roamed around our apartment nude. Not because of any erotic reason, we were simply more comfortable that way. If any unannounced visitor knocked on our door we would scamper to get dressed so that one of us could answer the door. But we made one accommodation, of sorts. So, we bought two long robes, one for Bob and one for me and hung them in the entrance way closet. That solved that problem.
One night, years later as we relaxed in bed, still coupled together after a particularly robust session, I commented, "You know, when we first connected . . . I couldn't get enough of you! I wanted to jump your bod or have you jump me . . . all the time."
"Mmmmm, Are you tiring of me now?"
I tried to twitch my softening cock still deep in Bob's tunnel and said, "You know that's not true. But remember at first we'd make it almost twice a day and I still wanted more."
"Me too," Bob snickered. "I guess in those days we had sex all the time as a way of insuring our connection and strengthening our bond . . . our trust."
"So you trust me?" I asked.
"Implicitly, as I know you trust me."
I smiled. Bob knew me just as I knew him. Just his presence comforted me. If he walked past me in the kitchen he always touched me . . . maybe a light kiss on the neck, a pat on the shoulder or ass . . . a sign of connection. In the years we have been together and the thousands of times we have made love, we have catalogued hundreds of ways to stimulate each other. I know every inch of Bob's body as he knows mine. Still he surprises me! like the time he used honey on his cock as a lubricant. It was awesome.
I remember too, the time I used a soft feather on his big cock and pendulous balls. I nearly had him screaming there.
They say necessity is the mother of invention. That may be. But, I also think that a passionate love can be equally inventive.
Finally, I've come to realize that I not only want Bob, I need him for the love, passion and stability he brings to me and my life.