The pick up

Steve held Johnny and their bodies blended together. They touched skin on skin and each could feel the other’s heartbeat. Johnny loved the feel of this man.

“Are we going for the shower or will you fuck me first?”

“You want me to?”

“You know I do… I thought I made that plain all that time ago on the tube.”

Johnny returned the kiss and let his tongue play on Steve’s lips. Steve sucked it into his mouth. He lifted him up and laid him back on the bed, Johnny’s legs welcomed him then he raised them onto Steve’s shoulders, tilting his pelvis and exposing his too long neglected pucker. He felt the soft sticky cockhead stroke his hole lubricating him with precum. Steve’s shaft was like iron again. As the dripping mushroom slowly pushed its way past the entry and into the grip of his sphincter, the pain made him gasp and cry out.

“You want me to stop.”

“No!!... No. Fuck me you sweet bastard… I want your fuck so fucking much….but go slow, it’s been a long time.”

Johnny felt that hard pole slowly drive up into him little by little and then the pain gave way and as the progress continued he was aware of unadulterated pleasure. He could feel the frill where once Steve’s foreskin had been and Steve’s free flowing precum was lubricating him as it progressed. He relaxed all his chute muscles and allowed this welcome stranger ever deeper access till he felt Steve’s balls virtually crushed against his ass

“Ooooooh yeessss! Fuck me… Fill me up!” Johnny hadn’t felt such passion, such want, such wet-dream urgency for a long long time. As Steve pumped his cock in deep, slow, sweet, sweeping thrusts up into him, to Johnny it was as though his whole body had been plugged into an electrical circuit, he was so turned on and he moaned his appreciation..

Steve was aware that he was making Johnny fly and he smiled and he fucked harder and deeper. He lowered his head and gently bit the left nipple which, like its right partner, was standing proud and inviting. He ploughed his cock harder and quicker. He knew he was almost cumming and also that Johnny was at this moment totally in his power. He bit down on the right nipple harder and Johnny cried out. He felt Johnny’s cock spasm between them,  though there was less cum as he’d already had two orgasms in less than an hour, but some sticky sperm flowed down to where Steve’s cock was buried in him

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Steve felt his second cumming force its way up and spurt of wriggling baby-makers shot deep into Johnny. Johnny tightened all his anal muscles and drew a further series of ejaculations to coat his chute and make the fucking even smoother.

“Don’t come out yet… please.” Johnny knew exactly how Steve had felt earlier, “Keep fucking me.”

Steve moved inside the passage that loved his cock and tried to reverse the detumescence which was naturally happening. His cock-head was highly sensitised and whether by natural or psychological forces he felt the blood flow back into his shaft. Johnny whimpered as he felt the growth begin.

“Yes, yeeessss…”

And Steve grunted and growled as he forced his hardening cock back up inside his new lover. He felt as though his dick was on fire and he probed deeper and deeper in the hope of finding a cooling relief. He was suddenly fucking wildly revelling in the pleasure-pain he was causing them both and Johnny was taking it and calling out for more, his own rod was painfully stiff again and being squeezed and battered between their bodies.

As Steve climaxed again so Johnny did too and noisily they clung to each other as they fell through space into their own special sex-pit. Neither moved for a long, long moment as their breathing and heartbeats calmed down.

“Sheeeeit man!” Johnny whispered, “I’ve never had sex like this, where’ve you been all my life?”

“Looking for you.”

“Don’t say too much… Not yet… not yet.”

Steve held him, smiled and spoke softly “Hey, let’s shower then eat something.” Steve took him by the hand, raised him off the bed and took him to the mirrored doors. He opened them and Johnny was amazed to see they lead to a dressing room with a bathroom off it.

“Wow! And I thought that this was just a closet”

“When I kidnap a guy, I want him to be comfortable and get to the ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ quickly, and not want to leave.”

Johnny pulled him into a kiss. “It’s working.”

Steve turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and drew Johnny into it with him. They soaped each other and kissed. They rinsed each other and kissed. They douched each other and when they both felt they were clean, they stepped out of the shower and towelled each other and kissed again.

 “It’s chow time, sweet man. I must feed you. You have to keep your strength up and to recharge those special batteries. We have time on our side. The whole weekend is just for you and me and sex….. I want you so much.”

Steve took him through into the kitchen and started to prepare a salad and risotto, He was on auto pilot and he knew they both needed something which should be forked thoughtlessly but still be delicious, and for him this was easy.

Johnny watched him and laughed. “You are good at this: just throwing things together and cooking stuff.”

Steve looked across “I love preparing food, especially for a very special guy”

And then Johnny suddenly asked, “Why did you stalk me?”

“Firstly you have the sweetest butt and you wisely wear pants which though they may not over-emphasise the fact, at least show it off to advantage. Then there was your mouth, God, I wanted to kiss you and taste and feel those lips. And thirdly I am a sexual predator and I couldn’t wait to get you into my bed. Or if not that at least have my cock up into your ass or have it feeding my cum in your mouth.

Johnny put his hands on Steve’s chest and pushed him back. “I want all those things too. But I hear you asking the unspoken questions which I want to avoid.”

“Oh yes. I want to know everything and I know you won’t want to tell me. But my sweet sexy friend,  here we are caught together for a beautiful fucking (in every sense of the word) weekend. We can say anything and everything – or everything that matters …. Hell, man, I know I want you and I suspect you want me just as much.

As Johnny listened, he found his tears came uninvited they ran down his cheeks and fell on his hands. Steve kissed his hands. “Tell me,” he said..

“It’s the oldest story. We were a couple. No question I loved him. But out of nowhere he goes. Two months later we meet and he just laughs. “Water under the bridge, baby” he said. That was two years ago. It had to change and you groped me on the tube and made me notice you.”

“I wanted you. I wanted you to be, not mine exactly but just there, for me.”

 “Why?”

“Because I felt I could trust you. And when I first saw you, I wanted you, but more than that I just knew that you could give me something that I lost when Daddy died. He was my mentor, seducer, lover and master. He left me this place and all its contents. He had no family or rather he never spoke of one and when he died his solicitors put the notices in all the papers but no one appeared. He had set up a trust which I am allowed to appeal to for funds when I am desperate but other wise is used to care for damaged kids – of which I was never one.”

Steve served up the simple meal and for a time they just ate and watched each other.

They shared the rest of the wine, toasting each other.  When they’d finished and tidied everything away, Steve said, “Shall we go back to the ‘playroom’?

Johnny took Steve’s face between his hands and after kissing his lips and eyes, whispered, “I can’t give you all that he did. But you know that. I don’t want to even promise you anything; not yet. But yes; take me there but not for just sex, -  Let’s go back and make love.”…………… And they did.