Questions of Love

Robert was hesitant. He had met Jason in a gay bar two days ago. They had hit it off and spent a pleasant time together. Robert had been taken by Jason’s free attitude and his ability to be humorous without being offensive or vulgar like some other guys Robert had been with. It wasn’t that Robert was much into flirting in public places, but the atmosphere in the bar and the cuteness of Jason helped in loosening Robert’s reticence and shyness.

The problem was that Robert was not really that experienced in gay relationships. His only experiences had been a couple of night stands that had left him dissatisfied. His expectations were much higher. Both experiences had occurred in the park near his apartment, blowjobs out in the open, hidden by bushes. He had to keep an eye out as the guy slobbered on his cock. The second time, he didn’t even develop a full erection and he ejaculated through his semi-erection and was totally disappointed. That was not his idea of sex. He needed something more meaningful. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed a warm and wet mouth around his cock, but Robert needed some feelings, some connection, other than the animalistic pleasure of an anonymous blowjob by a stranger whose only objective was to fill his mouth with some man meat.

Perhaps Jason could offer something different?

At the bar, the two young men had not made any concrete passes at each other, but the chemistry had been there. They had somehow bonded as people instead of as sex objects. Jason looked very handsome in a trimmed beard and a crew cut. Even fully clothed, he exhibited an athletic body under his clothes without advertising muscles and such. Robert wasn’t bad looking either. He wore glasses and did not keep any facial hair. But he had masculine and well-defined features. The two men felt similar attraction to each other just by their body language.

Robert sipped his coffee and pondered how tonight was going to work out. As they left the bar the night before, they had agreed to stay in touch, exchanging phone numbers. This morning, Jason had called. They had chatted for a while, and then on the spur of the moment, Robert had asked if Jason would like to come over in the evening.

“Hey, man,” Jason said. “That would be nice. What should I get?”

Robert didn’t have any specific plans. He evaded the question.

“I will leave it up to you, Jason. Whatever suits you will be fine by me.”

But Robert needed to plan something. What was it that he really wanted? Not just a blowjob, that was for sure. Then, what? Was he ready for a more meaningful relationship? Was Jason the one? Should he prepare dinner? Or perhaps some pasta and salad? Or order something? Was he out to impress Jason and to drag him to bed? Or should he prepare the setting for a more meaningful evening based on more levels than sexual appeal? The arts, literature, politics? He had no real idea what Jason’s interests were, but he was ready for anything, wasn’t he?

However, would he grope Jason’s crotch at the door, haha? Or lean and kiss him on the lips, ummm? Questions, questions. Would he wait for Jason to make the first move? He would probably know from the handshake. Oh, man, Robert was totally beside himself, to impress, to attract, to lay back and let it happen.

Robert scratched his head, still pondering. He didn’t want them to go out to eat or to have a drink. He wanted them to stay in, in the hope that something might develop.

Robert was also inexperienced at how he should dress. Well, it had to be casual, of course, but how casual? Jeans or shorts? The weather was quite warm for shorts and t-shirt. But wouldn’t that be too forward? He knew that he had an attractive body, sexy legs with moderate hair. Maybe he should just wrap a towel around his waist, he mused laughingly. If he did that, it was as if he was inviting Jason to come fuck in bed. No. That wouldn’t do at all.

Robert wondered what Jason would wear as well. He immediately developed an erection. Jason was hot and Robert really needed to get closer to him, maybe to kiss him, or better yet to suck his dick! Haha. Maybe Jason’s attire would make it easier for Robert to react. If Jason was wearing tight pants with a bulge… ahhhh… Robert’s erection throbbed.

Still, Robert was hesitant. He couldn’t visualize what would happen this evening. How would the sex evolve, if any? Should he be aggressive and initiate things, or should he let Jason do so? It was pathetic, Robert thought. Gulping down the last of his coffee, he heaved and went for a shower and shave.

Two more hours, Robert thought as the hot water hit his naked body.

Robert studied his lathered face in the mirror as he prepared to shave. He liked what he saw. His green eyes, his chiseled cheekbones, his masculine lips and square chin, there was nothing not to like. Even his eyeglasses gave him that intellectual, smart look. Jason seemed to like him, he thought. He felt stirring in his balls as he carefully ran the blade over his upper lip, pressing his erecting bulge under the towel against the edge of the sink. Oh, man!

Damn it! Why should this be so difficult? Why was he being such a sissy? He was getting a boner just by thinking about this evening encounter, and he was sort of embarrassed about it. This was ridiculous. Why was he shy? He was sure that Jason liked him. Fuck it!

The towel around his waist tented visibly. He resisted the urge to touch himself. He had nice equipment. The two men that had sucked his dick in the park had moaned and groaned as they slobbered on his cock. It was big enough, some seven inches of thick cut meat when fully erect. Was Jason hung? Cut? Erecting upwards, sideways, lots of pubes or shaved? Smooth chest? Hairy ass crack? Oh God, Robert realized that if he just touched his dick he would shoot a bucket.

Sighing, he continued to shave, forcing himself to concentrate on that rather than on the rod pushing his towel out. Time enough for an erection later, he thought, he hoped. Keep it for Jason. He smiled.

He splashed cold water on his face, dried off, and considered the image in the mirror. Yes, Robert was very good-looking, if he might say so. He reached back and slid his hand onto his butt under the towel. Firm. Fuzzy. Bubbled. Was it going to be fucked tonight?

God! Was he going to get on his hands and knees and wait for Jason to ride him? Or maybe lie on the sofa on his back? His legs stretched out? Or maybe Jason preferred to spoon him sideways? Or perhaps all of the above?

Robert closed his eyes as images of porn flicks flashed inside his head. Did Jason have a fat dick that would tear his ass open? Would he scream when Jason entered him? Robert fingered his crack, rubbing his hole. Shit, it was very tight. How would it take a man cock? Jason’s cock? Maybe Jason’s dick is pencil-thin and the fucking wouldn’t hurt? Or would it? Oh, man, all those questions!

Picking up the aftershave bottle, he considered further. Should splash his face with some as he normally did? Or perhaps he could put on some Armani Code cologne? Would it be too much for Jason? Suffocating? Robert put down the aftershave, and dabbed a little Armani Code on his cheeks and neck.

Shaved, showered, dressed in sweatpants and polo shirt—Robert decided against the shorts—he set about preparing the place for Jason. Normally, Robert was a tidy person. Nevertheless, he made sure that everything was in good shape for his guest. He didn’t want to come across to Jason as a sloppy person. First impressions were very important, weren’t they?

He checked his nightstand. Yes, there were condoms and lubricant. Was he being too optimistic? Was he going to fuck ass? Was his ass going to be fucked? Would condoms be necessary? Or were they going to fuck bare? Were they going to fuck, period? Questions and more questions!

He tried to read something, but he couldn’t concentrate on the words. He brewed a fresh pot of coffee. This should put him at ease. He lit a cigarette, and then changed his mind, quickly put it off, and rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth vigorously. Jason hadn’t smoked when they were having their drinks, but the place was a non-smoking bar. Still, if Jason had been a smoker, he would have stepped outside for a cigarette, which he hadn’t done. So was he a smoker or wasn’t he? Would he be put off once he knew that Robert smoked? More fucking questions.

Robert needed to know more about the guy before he went any further with the relationship. Should he? Was it necessary? His balls and dick told a different story. Why not suck and fuck and then decide on the stupid relationship, his nether organs told him. Damn it, this was difficult.

And then, Jason arrived.

Robert took in a deep breath when he opened the door and saw his guest. Jason looked stunning. His facial beard was trimmed, adding to his masculine appeal. He was in jeans and a button-down shirt, with the two upper buttons left open to reveal the beginning of chest hair. He had a wide smile on his face that made Robert’s heart throb inside his chest. Robert even detected a faint smell of man perfume, Davidoff Cool Water, he guessed. The thought flashed in his mind: Yes, Jason could be the one. He congratulated himself on the Armani Code instead of the aftershave.

“I thought wine would be nice. You said I could decide. Red,” Jason greeted Robert, holding a bottle of Chianti.

Robert extended his right hand and they shook hands. A bit shocked, he watched, eyes wide, as Jason leaned and planted a kiss on his cheek. Oh, man! He felt the brush of Jason’s beard on his smoothly shaven cheek and he shivered at the touch of warm, sexy lips on his skin, which tingled. Jason pulled him closer. They were inches apart and their body heat emanated with force.

Robert reached for the bottle of wine.

“That’s great,” he managed to croak. “Thanks. Do we need to chill it?”

Jason stepped in, letting go of the bottle of wine but still holding Robert’s other hand. “Maybe for half an hour or so, I think.” Their bodies almost touched.

Instinctively, Robert, still holding the wine in his shaking hand, still holding onto Jason’s hand with the other, leaned and kissed Jason on the lips. Fleetingly. Not sensuously. But still a kiss on the lips. The lips of another man!

Robert surprised himself by doing so, but the bigger surprise was when Jason pulled him even closer, their bodies now pressing on each other, and returned the kiss with an open mouth and a probing tongue. Robert felt dizziness hit his body as Jason’s hand pressed on the back of his head.

God! That wasn’t expected at all. But it was sweet. It was more than sweet. It was heavenly. Faintly, Robert heard his own moans as their lips pressed on each other and their tongues flicked in and out of their open mouths. Jason’s crotch was pressed on his own. He almost dropped the bottle of wine when he felt the throbbing hardness pressing on his upper thigh.

With a sigh, the two young men broke the embrace. On shaky legs, Robert walked into the open kitchenette, opened the fridge and placed the wine inside. Jason was right behind him. He inhaled sharply as he felt Jason’s arms wrap around his waist and Jason’s body on his back, the crotch pressed onto his butt. He shivered as the warmth and wetness of Jason’s tongue touched the nape of his neck. The hardness prodding his butt cheeks sent waves and waves of erotic sensations throughout his hungry body.

“You are one hot guy, Rob,” Jason whispered into Robert’s ear as he nibbled on it and kept on grinding against Robert’s butt.

Robert could only moan. Jason pressed on him harder, grinding, pulling him closer, arms tightly wrapped around his waist, strong, male arms. Robert placed his hands on the hairy arms and squeezed, feeling the muscles. He felt his knees weaken. He couldn’t take this unexpected, very erotic embrace standing up.

As if in a dream, he turned around and the two men held each other, glued to each other, mouths and tongues seeking each other, finding them, glorifying in their kiss. Robert had to lean his butt against the counter for support as Jason pressed onto him with force, his arms wrapped around Robert’s waist, his hands groping Robert’s butt. It was intense. Robert was rock hard already, and he felt the throbbing of Jason’s tool insistent against his thigh.

He is the one, he is the one, he is the one, Robert kept repeating in his mind as Jason’s tongue probed ever so deeply inside his mouth and Jason’s hardness prodded ever so lustfully against his upper thigh.

“Oh, boy,” Jason exclaimed when they broke the kiss and embrace. “You are also one hot kisser, Rob,” he said, placing a hand on Robert’s cheek, his thumb running over Robert’s glistening lower lip. Robert was melting. Was this romance? Was this sweetness? Was he going to stop the questions?

Robert licked the thumb. “It’s because of the one I am kissing,” he said hoarsely.

Jason laughed. Oh, it was such a sexy, throaty laugh. This guy was way beyond handsome, Robert was thinking; this guy was a god.

The two men moved to the living area and sat on the couch facing the television set, leaning towards each other. Jason placed his hand on the back of Robert’s head and drew him to his mouth. They resumed the kissing. Robert put his hand on Jason’s chest, feeling the nipples hard under the shirt and then he slid his hand inside the shirt to fondle those nipples and feel the chest hair between them. Robert’s other hand grabbed his chin and started sucking on his lower lip, sucking, licking, nibbling, pulling gently with his teeth. Robert could feel Jason’s nipples harden between his squeezing fingers. He was dying to tear off the shirt, to get to the skin with his lips and tongue and mouth and nose and the entirety of his body.

They kissed with hunger.

Suddenly, Robert froze. Was it going to be like this? Kissing and then the inevitable cock sucking and then the fucking? Just like that? Just like a porn flick? Shouldn’t they get to know each other more before they became so intimate? Oh, my fucking god, the questions, Robert shivered.

Robert broke away with regret. Jason tasted so delicious, his body so sexy, that Robert hated himself for being such a hesitant fool, such a pussy. Rip his clothes off, you wimp, get him to bed, fuck together hour after hour, screamed inside Robert’s head, his engorged genitals chorusing, cock and balls and ass crazily on fire.

Actually, Jason was really looking forward to this moment, ever since they had met at the bar. He had been very attracted to Robert then. He had been without a partner for almost a year now, and he was not a man for short, passing relationships. He’d found in Robert a fantastic prospect. That was why he’d  called him this morning and had been elated at Robert’s invitation.

Jason hadn’t planned on the type of greeting they just had or on the lustful embrace in the kitchen. He’d thought that they would pass the evening with a nice dinner and then coffee, getting to know each other better. But the minute that Robert opened the door, Jason had felt that he wanted him sexually. He wanted to grab him and make love to him right there on the door step.

It had come so naturally. Robert exuded sexuality, and Jason could not resist the temptation of holding him, wrapping his arms around him, kissing him, grinding against him. Robert seemed to be hungry for the kissing and the embracing as well. His butt had ground against Jason’s hardness with vigor, promising a lust and passion that Jason was dying to experience.

Jason smiled at Robert. He sensed the hesitation in his new friend; he was anxious that Robert did not find him attractive enough. But the kiss told him different. The kitchen hug had emphasized Robert’s willingness. Oh, well, thought Jason. He would see how things evolved. First the kiss, then the embrace. A moment ago, Robert had been feeling his chest, his nipples, and that had excited him also. But why did Robert move away all of a sudden?

Robert, meanwhile, was fumbling for a cigarette. He had to have one. He was so nervous, so excited, so anxious that a nicotine dose felt a must. As he lit up, he glanced at Jason to see if he could detect any expression of distaste.

“Can I have one, too?” Jason said, reaching for the packet of Winston Lights.

“Yea, man, sure,” Robert said inhaling and blowing out the smoke thankfully. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Well, I do, every now and then, on special occasions,” Jason said lighting up.

“Ah. So this is a special occasion, then?” Robert smiled, dragging on the cigarette, starting to relax.

“Sure is,” Jason unabashedly grabbed Robert’s crotch, squeezing on the still-hard penis. “Very special.”

Somehow, the cigarette settled Robert’s nerves a little. He laid back and took off his shirt. Jason placed his hand on the exposed man chest, and he fondled the patch of hair, caressingly. Robert held Jason’s hand and brought it up and down his chest as the sensations of the caress took over his body. He stubbed out his cigarette, and leaned over for more kissing. Jason had his hand back on Robert’s crotch, kneading, rubbing on the hardness, as the two pairs of lips met.

Fumbling, urgent, the two young men took off each other’s clothes. Naked, they made out on the sofa, alternating between skin caresses and stroking each other’s cocks. Robert was cut; Jason had skin. Both were fairly hung, but Robert’s cock shaft was thicker and the pubic patch more pronounced. Their moans were full of passion as they naked bodies morphed into each other, their hardness rubbing and leaking on each other. Robert could feel Jason’s foreskin sliding up and down as he rubbed his own cock on it. It felt as if he was fucking Jason’s cock. He almost shot a load.

Greedily, they went down on each other, at first alternating, and then moving into a 69 position. Both men had fingers around the other’s hole. Both were moaning and slurping and swallowing. Both men were in heaven.

For Robert, this was much more different than the park blowjobs he had had. At those times, all he wanted had been to empty his nuts. Now, he craved for the love-making to last forever. His cock inside Jason’s mouth was the center of the world for him. Jason’s cock sliding in and out of his own mouth was even more intense. This wasn’t just sucking cocks. For Robert, this was making love to another man that he was starting to have very deep feelings for.

Lowering his cock into Jason’s mouth under him, he stroked Jason’s cock and kissed the head, pulling back the foreskin. His whole body shivered as he felt a finger probing his fuck hole. And then Jason started to lick up Robert’s hairy crack, finding Robert’s hole, licking around it, pressing insistently, the first finger digit already inside the rim muscle.

Robert gulped down on the cock under him, down to the base, the pubes tickling his nose, the head pushing at his throat. The sensations from his mouth and his rim muscle almost made him pass out.

How could another guy’s penis generate so many sensations in him? How could a flickering tongue at his ass make him melt? It was amazing.

Robert’s body shivered as he felt Jason’s finger probe his ass deeper. He instinctively puckered against the invading finger. What he felt now was too wet for just a finger, however, too warm, until he realized that it was both Jason’s finger and his tongue at his hole. He swallowed hard on the cock as Jason’s finger probed and twisted, the tongue working his hairy crack. Oh, yes, what a feeling! He knew that there would be a hard man cock up his ass soon and he quivered with anticipation. With fear? With hesitation? Questions… Fuck the questions. He was ready.

Robert got off Jason’s dick and tried to relax his ass muscle. Jason must have inserted another finger, stretching him.

“Aw, fuck, Jase,” Robert moaned, stroking his friend’s slick cock, watching the skin slide over the pink knob and then down the shaft. This was his first uncut cock. This was his first finger probe. His first tongue rim. It would be his first fuck. He shivered with both lust and trepidation.

Jason worked Robert’s hole, slowly, patiently, finger-fucking him, stretching the rim muscle, getting him ready. Robert’s reaction was to jerk off Jason’s cock wildly, sucking and licking the exposed knob, fisting the hard shaft.

“Fuck, shit, ahhh, fuck Robby, baby, God, work that cock.” Jason suddenly froze. “Cummingggg, oh fuck, eat my shit, Rob. Yesss. Fuck, eat my fucking cock!” Jason couldn’t hold back, as much as he wanted to. Robert’s ministrations on his cock and his own working at Robert’s sexy hole and crack took him over the edge.

As Robert quickly wrapped his lips around the throbbing cock, the squirts hit the back of his mouth with force. Pursing his lips around the engorged cock head, Robert tried his best to swallow the man juice, which kept shooting squirt after squirt. He tasted a mixture of saltiness and bitterness. Jason’s moans and grunts as he emptied his nuts were loud and breathless, his eyes closed shut, his neck muscles taut.

Robert swallowed hard, working his own cock fast, feeling the build-up of cum in his balls as he took his new lover’s semen. As soon as he swallowed the last squirt, he exploded onto Jason’s chest. If possible, he ejaculated with more force than Jason had. Jason still had his finger up his puckered ass, and he could feel the squeezing of his tight virgin hole around the probing finger with each squirt of cum.

It took a while for the two guys to settle. They were sweaty. Jason was covered with Robert’s semen. Robert still tasted Jason’s juice every time he swallowed. It was intense and sweet. Both guys kept their erections.

“Wild,” Jason managed to say, reaching for the Winstons. He lit two cigarettes and gave one to Robert.

“Wild?” Robert breathed, puffing on the cigarette. “Jase, like out of this world!”

Jason laughed and patted Robert’s butt, lovingly.

Robert and Jason lay back, inhaled smoke, and waited for their senses to return to normal. But their cocks throbbed with a need which neither of them had experienced before.

Robert ran his hand over Jason’s chest, covered with cum mixed with sweat. He fondled the center patch of hair where some of his juice had been caught. He licked his finger. Unlike the saltiness of Jason’s cum, his own tasted tangy. Jason smiled as he watched.

Heaving himself off the sofa, Jason said, “Let’s get rid of this spunk, baby. Shower?”

Robert nodded although he hated the idea of washing away all this manhood on their bodies.

They headed for the shower and got under the steaming water, embracing, kissing, unable to let go of each other. They soaped each other slowly, lovingly, basking in the glow of rubbing each other’s skin. And of course, they both sported huge erections.

When Jason got to Robert’s ass, he resumed the fingering he had started earlier on the sofa. Robert raised one leg to give him more access, and the soap took away part of the intruding pain. Robert tingled as he felt himself open up. With a deliberate move, Jason pulled out his finger and placed his pelvis under Robert’s ass, his cock hard and pointing upward towards the exposed hole. Holding Robert’s raised thigh, he pulled back the skin, placed his cockhead at the waiting hole, thrust up, and entered.

Robert inhaled. The probing cock stretched him, but the pain he had been expecting soon turned into pleasure. Jason’s cock slid into him easily, as far as anal penetration could be called easy. He wondered. How could that be? He should be screaming, begging for Jason to pull his fucker out. But, no! Robert wanted more, more manhood inside him, filling him, making him whole.

Incredible! This was incredible. Robert reeled as his new friend’s cock buried deep into him, pushing hard at his bowels. He moaned. Jason pulled out and thrust back in, out and in, fucking. Robert felt weakness in the knee of the leg supporting him. He grabbed for the shower stall wall to steady himself, the fire burning in his ass, the hardness plowing into him, harder, deeper. The wall was wet and slippery, and Robert felt himself losing balance.

As if in slow motion, Robert slid down to the wet floor, taking Jason with him. Jason was oblivious, pounding away, but Robert landed with his leg under him. He felt a searing pain and cried out. Jason pounded harder mistaking the scream for pleasure. Robert tried to push Jason away, clutching at Jason’s chest, pushing him back. But Jason kept fucking, going wilder, ramming into the tight ass. It took a couple of minutes for Jason to finally explode hard inside Robert’s body as Robert was losing consciousness.

“Baby?” Jason whispered, not realizing that Robert had passed out. “Robby? Baby, that was intense. I love you, baby.”

There was no response from the body slumped on the shower tiles. As Jason’s spent dick slid out of the hole, dripping creamy cum, Jason realized that there was something wrong. 

“Hey, Rob,” Jason shook his buddy frantically, lying limp on the tiled floor. “What the fuck, Robby. Hey, man. Wake up. Oh, my God, Robert. Oh, shit. Wake up, baby,” Jason slapped Robert on the face cheeks a couple of times.

Robert groaned as he came to.

“Robby, baby.” There were tears coursing down Jason’s face. “Did I hurt you, man? Oh, fuck. I hurt you! Fuck, fuck, Robby, please, baby, answer me.”

“My leg,” Robert moaned.

What? Jason thought. Leg? I wasn’t fucking the leg!

“What?” he asked as he helped Robert sit up, his back resting on the wall.

“Aw, fuck,” Robert grunted. “My fucking leg. I fell on it.”

Jason helped his buddy up. “Does it hurt much?” He was very concerned.

Robert tried to put some weight on his leg but couldn’t.

“I think it’s the ankle,” he moaned in pain as Jason helped him hop to the bedroom, Robert’s arm around his neck, his arm supporting Robert’s waist. They were both dripping water, but Robert seeped some of the cum filling his ass as well.

Jason laid Robert on the bed, naked and wet. He looked so delicious that Jason wished he could climb on top of him and fuck him again. But Robert seemed to be in a lot of pain, and the ankle looked like it was going to swell.

“Baby,” Jason said, touching Robert’s ankle. “You need to see a doctor.”

Robert nodded. “There’s a clinic a couple of blocks away, but you will have to drive. I don’t think I can walk.”

Back in the apartment, a couple of hours later, Robert rested on the sofa, his leg up on a cushion, after they returned from the clinic. He looked a bit pale, but they had given him some pain killer and he didn’t seem to be in much pain. There was no fracture, thank God. He had sprained his ankle. The doctor said that there would be some swelling and that he shouldn’t put much pressure on it, but he was going to be fine in a few days.

Jason kissed Robert lightly on the mouth.

“You kept on fucking me after I slipped, you bitch,” Robert opened his eyes and looked at Jason accusingly. Even after hours and a lot of ankle pain, Robert still felt soreness in his ass as he squeezed his rim muscle, remembering the ecstasy of Jason’s cock sliding in and out of his ass.

“I couldn’t let go of you once my dick was inside you, baby. You felt so tight around my cock that I had to keep on fucking. And you sounded like you were loving it.” Jason was not really apologetic. He had enjoyed fucking Robert and filling him with his seed immensely. His squirts lasted for ever, electrifying his whole body.

“But I had sprained my ankle, you fuck,” Robert said, the beginning of a smile on his face.

“I couldn’t have known. The way you moaned and groaned and squeezed on my cock, man, I thought you were going to shoot your load with my dick deep inside you.”

Robert slapped Jason lightly on his handsome cheek. “You think we can go at it again?”

“Baby, again and again and again,” Jason said, shedding off his clothes instantly and pulling off Robert’s. Both naked, with Robert’s hurt leg raised on a pillow as he rested on his back, and with Jason kneeling between his thighs, they fucked. It was sweet and slow and tender, unlike the shower fucking. But it was as intense, if not more. After Jason dumped his load inside Robert, he bent down and took him in his mouth and blew him to ejaculation.

Robert and Jason stayed together. They fell in love and they were content. They did make a beautiful couple. Questions? There would always be questions. But for the moment, the fucking was as sweet as ever.