An infinite congestion of desire

Is that a gun in your pants? Or are you just happy to see me !?

Mae West

I had been waiting for him for fifteen years, fifteen years, and I didn't even suspect that he was very patient, too. By sheer coincidence, I recently met Jonathan again at a party. Suddenly, when we shook hands, I realized that my need for him had been piling up continuously for 180 months.

Maybe I should introduce myself first. My name is Cody, I'm an incredibly hot guy. Yes, yes, I already stop showing off. That's scary, isn't it?

So I don't look bad with my black hair, dark brown eyes and my figure modulated by endurance sports. I am now 35 years old. Jonathan was the roommate of a friend of mine back in college whom I dated. But soon I was longing for Jon. It was typical for me to pick up a straight guy who would never fuck another male.

I studied sociology and he law. I think I sent him more than enough signals, all of which he ignored, but we still became friends, albeit to my platonic displeasure. Grrrr!

It was a bit of a shock to see him again unexpectedly. He was still outrageously handsome. 180 centimeters of well-trained masculinity. Wow! We had stimulating small talk and we agreed to have breakfast together the next day in a diner.

In college I had plenty of opportunities to clandestinely admire Jonathan, to stare, to eat him with my eyes. Not seeing Jon for a day was a wasted day. Did Jon even know how fucking sexy he looked?

Not only was his physique perfect. He carried his soul in his angelic countenance. In my eyes he was so damn gorgeous, gifted with an unparalleled empathy and warmth of the heart. How could he be so perfect in all respects? With his devilishly sharp ass crack, he could open Brazil nuts and grate cheese with his cheeks. And I couldn't get close to him. Boo!

I fell for him so much that all he had to do was touch me, pat my shoulder or bend over and I wet my underwear. And by that I don't mean the waste product from the kidneys. Ooh, his nipples showing under his t-shirts ... Sigh!

When he bent down and I saw the beginning of his crease on the elongated back, that view aroused the wildest imaginations in my endlessly heated cerebrum.

I fevered as I imagined that my finger, moistened with my saliva, ran into this crevice and I came closer and closer to the desired goal. When it turned out that we were both at the urinals, I peeked at his cock. That couldn't be true! It was also perfect! Could such a guy even be real?

I then pictured myself in the most dazzling details of how this magnificent specimen squirted down my throat or soaked my ass. I always came out with quite a boner and often with semen on the linen.

Now, fifteen years later, he was still a wet dream. Divorced and single, ergo: unbound.

We exchanged many, many anecdotes over breakfast. I pricked my ears when he asked me if I would like to see his newly bought apartment that he had just moved into.

I got hot ears when he told me he was lonely and had been involuntarily celibate for a long time. I was taken aback but did not comment so as not to embarrass him.

His apartment was spacious, tastefully and exquisitely furnished. From the panorama window you had a sweeping view of the city. Jon wandered around proudly showing the details.

I meanwhile looked him over from head to toe, undressed him with my eyes and already nibbled him. In thought.

Hard sex. O yes! Mmmh! I got a tremendous erection that bulged my jeans blatantly. Oh! Oh! I blushed and squinted for a pillow to hold in front of my lap. And then I saw it. He turned to me and he was clearly stiff in his jeans. WOW!

Jon saw my horniness and smiled crookedly.

"I was hoping you would still want me!" he started. He stroked my chest as he came very close to me. My scepter raged like a madman. The heat of his hand threatened to burn a hole in my shirt.

I stared in disbelief, my face was fiery red. He grinned.

"I can understand that this throws you off course. At that time I saw all your signals very clearly, but I was still very unsure of my sexual identity, but now I know that I love men. Hence the divorce.

I also realized that I had actually always loved you. That's why I had investigated where you live and arranged that you would be invited to the party at which we then met 'by chance'!"

"You clever, sly fellow, you!" I laughed loudly and snorted. We staggered into a lascivious, wet kiss. Extremely deep and endlessly charged with eroticism. I thought the air was crackling.

Fifteen years and finally our wildest dreams came true. That was so - Aaahhh! - that he always wanted me just as much, even loved me!

"I love you too, Jon!" I breathed.

I inhaled Jon's scent, enjoying the taste of his skin, lips and mouth. We rubbed, still clothed, our cockstands lustful against each other. Jon undressed. He was naked under the jeans. Rrrrr! I was finally able to take a closer look at it in the best possible light. His body was still a dream and his upright baton looked very appetizing. And his testicles ... how I would like to lick, suck and "eat" them ...

My mouth was getting wetter and wetter. I was salivating like a Pavlovian dog. I licked my lips frantically. I stepped over to him and rubbed, rubbed him with relish. Then he turned away abruptly and leaned forward. He held up his rat-sharp ass invitingly. His hole promised blissful pleasure, this opening would be the gate to paradise. Jon gasped and said abruptly: “

"Go on! Take me! Take me hard! Fuck me! I want you to fill me up completely!"

I quickly undressed myself, but first I would take him with my tongue. His anus pulsed rhythmically in anticipation of my sledgehammer, but the tip of my tongue shot forward as I crouched down and opened his horny cheeks. I hit his sphincter. Fucked him in this incredible way. He groaned. How wet I made him with my endless stream of saliva. I sucked and licked his willing, twitching flesh.

I penetrated him with two fingers. A little scream came from Jon. I sank my tongue deep into him. He heated me up tremendously. I continued fucking him with my tongue, but then I had mercy on him.

My pulsating wand with the protruding veins and the thick, wet glans penetrated him. I slid deeper and deeper into him painfully slowly, straightening his torso so that I could claw one arm around his waist and the other around his chest.

I pulled back a little and then rammed my loins against him at lightning speed. He screamed with pleasure again. I drove in and out of him. His hot tightness was an almost ecstatic friction.

I pushed and thrusted him hard, showing no mercy. He wanted rough sex. Wish granted. My torture stake worked on him. He'd be sore tomorrow — no question about it, but it would be a sweet pain.

His insides kneaded my sthick. I felt really eaten up by him. Then I couldn't go on any longer. I jerked violently and shot my hot, wet ammunition into Jon's willingly greedy swallowing ass. The white delicious meal of my sperm ran viscously from his insides as I withdrew from his smacking gate.

I now devoted myself to his magnificent penis and received him kneeling down. I love it when they did deep throat on me, a cock completely hogged up in me. Now Jon could fuck my mouth and I was enjoying it.

It didn't take me long to suck when he was already cumming and screaming and discharging his sperm into me, which I drank eagerly. Then I let him slip out of my mouth and I licked semen from his glans. Now we were both hypersensitive and couldn't stand being touched on the penis any more.

We snuggled together on the carpet. What hot, uninhibited sex! Wow! We have been a couple since that day, because we discovered that we are compatible beyond bed. A dream that came true and will hopefully live a long time!