Backseat Reunion

1 - Liam

Shit!

This can’t be happening, this can’t keep happening!

I hope Sarah doesn’t realize I know her husband. My brain is panicking, I don’t think it could come up with an explanation if she asked about it.

I knew this was a horrible idea, but Esther said that she finally had made a new friend in her class. She had been going to law school for a few months now, but struggled to make new friends, being the oldest there. She was 33, a clear outsider among all the recently graduated high-schoolers. But she didn’t care. She was following her dream! And it only got better when she met Sarah, a 30 year old blond who had just entered the university. She invited us to dinner at some hippie restaurant near her house. I wanted to stay home, but Esther convinced me otherwise. But when I saw him, I blamed myself for not fighting hard enough not to come.

So I played cool and hugged my wife’s friend. When I go to shake his hand he opens his arms and hugs me. I smelled his cologne, and for a moment it was just us two. The restaurant disappeared, our wives became nothing. It must have lasted only one second before he slightly pushed me away, but it felt…great? 

As we sat down, I tried to combat my emotions by thinking of Esther. She had left her studies to take care of our baby, after I knocked her up in college. I always admired her for what she’s done for our family. Esther gave up on her dream of being a prosecutor to care for our baby. I married her soon after she gave birth to Lily, and I have been so happy since! Esther was my best friend even before we hooked up, and then we became closer than ever. But for that moment I completely forgot my family, as Raff held me in his arms. 

Why the hell would he come back to my life after all these years? Even after almost 8 years, he still looked the same, apart from a golden-haired beard, and some wrinkles here and there. But he still had those piercing blue eyes, and still used that stupid haircut that he adored so much, his golden locks falling to his forehead.

He didn’t seem to recognize me. Either I looked like a totally different person than the one he’d known, or he was a way better actor than me. I hoped the first option would be right. Even as he hugged me, it felt like it was a stranger’s hug, just like the ones you’d receive at a funeral. Polite, yet distant. Was I over analyzing a hug? What’s wrong with me? I waved to the waiter and asked for some wine. Maybe if I was drunk, I would forget about my ex’s presence at the table.

Me and him were high school sweethearts, and continued dating even after we entered college. We shared many classes, so we got to know each other pretty well. We became best friends, and I really counted on him. One day, Raff declared himself to me, saying how he loved me and wanted to be my boyfriend. I knew about his homophobic parents, so I asked about when he’d come out of the closet to them. Raff said he’d do it eventually. 

In case you haven’t guessed, he never did. He broke up with me on our five year anniversary, saying how despite loving me, he couldn’t imagine a future without his parents’ support. He said he would marry a woman to appease them. And I was crushed. Because I really thought he was the one. I became depressed, and didn’t have the will to live anymore…until Esther showed up. We became friends, and this helped me forget him. And when Lily was born, I had almost completely forgotten him. Almost.

Raff and his wife tried to get me to engage in the conversation they were having, but since it was useless, and I only gave out one syllable answers, they turned their whole attention to my wife. I know I should interact, and I know how this is important to her, but I can’t pretend like everything is perfectly normal when the man that made me the happiest boy alive, and the most miserable man with just a few words is sitting right next to me. When our knees would touch, it felt like the contact sent shivers up my body. I could still smell his cologne. His favorite. I know because I was the one who gifted it to him. When, y’know, I was still special to him.

I continued to drink my wine, and stare at my plate, trying to avoid looking at Raff’s eyes. I was a married man, for fuck’s sake! I had a daughter! I can’t fall to the one man who made me want to die. The universe probably sent him here as a test. To say a final “Fuck off” to him. For my reconstruction to be finally over, and I finally move on. 

The waiters took our last plates away, and Esther and Sarah split the bill. The dinner was finally over. We all made our way to the exit. My wife kissed and hugged her friend, and Raff gave me a firm handshake. But there was something in his palm. I held it in my fist as they walked towards their car and drove away. My wife said she forgot her purse at the restaurant, so she went back to get it. When I was certain she couldn’t see me anymore, I opened my fist and looked at what Raff had given me. It was his business card from his engineering firm. His phone number was there. And, written in blue ink, there was a message: “I miss you” scribbled in big, bold letters.

2 - Raff

Fuck!

And when I thought the night couldn’t get any worse, I saw that my wife’s friend is married to the love of my life. He doesn’t seem to recognize me, which is a bummer. I don’t know, I always fantasized about this moment, about our reunion, and thought it would be different. When we would meet again, I'd ask for forgiveness, and assure him how I still loved his curly brown hair, his round glasses, and how I missed his big bubble butt. And now that it was really happening he had a poker face, like I was a complete stranger.

I guess I deserved it. I left him when he most needed me. And for dumb reasons. Both my parents are six feet under now. My mom died 3 years ago, from cancer and my dad accompanied her soon after. I guess that even death couldn’t do them part. And now I’m alone. Where is their support now? Where is the respect they had for me? 

Death is a really interesting phenomenon, it makes you see life differently, rearrange your priorities. And now I see how wrong I was. I swapped a lifetime of happiness with Liam by my side for 5 years with my parents' respect. I loved that man and that woman, they’d do anything for me. But I worried more about their happiness than my own. And I know for a fact that they would never want me to be unhappy.

I couldn’t control myself. When Liam comes to give me a handshake, I embrace him with my arms. He tenses up, but I’m happy I did it. I missed his touch. I missed his breath. I missed his smell. I keep him there for mere seconds, but I wish it lasted forever. He smiles and goes back to his seat next to…his wife.

That’s a problem. When we dated I knew he was bisexual, but I never thought he’d end up with a woman. I don’t know why, it’s just that he was such a great bottom. And he seemed to enjoy when I would pound his ass in missionary position. We loved it because of the intimacy it brought to our spicy fun. We would kiss, and bite and laugh and moan. Together. 

I let out a little smile as I felt my dick trying to break free from the restraint of my underwear. I’m used to seeing his face in my fantasies, I’m 100% gay so I had to find a way to get hard when Sarah wanted to get banged. I would close my eyes and pretend that she was Liam. I would get a stone dick in seconds! 

Don’t get me wrong, I love that woman. She is amazing. Sarah is truly my best friend, but I just don’t feel any attraction to her body. I know that she is conventionally beautiful, but I just…can’t. When I broke it off with Liam, I tried to straighten myself out with “normal” porn, but I would just lose interest when I’d see the woman. It’s just how it is.

And now I lost him. He’s bound with some woman, when he should be bound with me for eternity! I love Liam, I really do. He was my first love, and those 5 years we spent together were surely the best of my life. Just knowing that there is someone who cares about you, who knows you in full, it’s…it’s…magical.

I can’t tell everything in my life to Sarah, I can’t tell her my thoughts, my fears, my desires. But I could with Liam. I guess that, with him I could be myself, because he already knew about my deepest secret of liking men. But with her I have to keep this mask of a straight guy, of a perfect husband, of a man of God. But I’m neither of those things. And if she knew about it, she’d lose her shit and leave me.

I know I shouldn’t have married her. I brought my best friend into this mess, when she should be with someone who loves not only her soul, but also her body. I just don’t wanna be alone. It scares me. I slept around a lot after me and Liam broke up, always in secret, while I searched for a girlfriend. I stopped after we married, but continued 2 years ago. It’s not anyone’s fault, but I have certain needs that she, as a woman, can’t satisfy.

I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote that message in one of my business cards (I always have a few with me. You never know when the opportunity will arise). They were distracted with their food, so I was able to easily write “I miss you” without anyone noticing. I wanted to say so much more, but this is the summary. I do miss him. Badly. I think about him everyday, I almost cry when one of his favorite songs pops on the radio, and even when I’m making some coffee I remember him  (Liam was addicted to that shit).

I gave it to him during our handshake. I want to message him now, but I know it would be wise to wait. To see if he still wants to talk to me, even after all I did. And if he does, well, the skies would clear up, the birds would sing, and our love story would go back on track! He will come back to me, and I will be whole again. That’s all I ever wanted.

3 - Liam

I look around for him while sipping my drink. I’m at a bar, the most crowded one in the city, the “Le Rose”. It was his idea, but I find it really ironic. This was our favorite bar. One of our friends worked as a bartender here, so we would always pass by to hang out, sometimes when she was working. Even when she left her job, we continued to go there because it had become a tradition. We would talk for hours every Friday, each sip gradually diminishing our capacity to hide our true faces. 

Normally, that is when you stop liking someone. We hide so much inside, it’s like we are a whole different person from the one we present ourselves as. Alcohol is like a key, it unlocks your true self, even the darkest bits.

That’s what shocks me today. Even when Raff was almost passed out drunk, speaking way too loud, and laughing or crying (sometimes both at the same night) I loved everything. Even his worst pieces because they were part of him. And when he left, I didn’t lose one person, but all the little things that made me like him. And that hurt.

I stand up as I see him approaching my…i mean, our table. The one on the corner was the one we’d always get because it brought the most privacy and was relatively close to the drinks that kept on coming. He is beautiful. He wears just a normal T-shirt and some jeans, but when I look at his face I feel like a teenager all over again. His blonde locks are now gold, thanks to the well-illuminated bar. He lets out a smile, and his green eyes sparkle, and I’m so relieved he’s happy to miss me. Because the other option would be devastating, even after 8 years.

He stops in front of me and lets out a shy “Hi”, which I quickly respond. Then, there was awkward silence. Because we don’t know how to greet each other. It’s weird, I think, this is the man that took my virginity, that pounded my ass in so many places in so many ways, and now we are unsure whether to greet the other? Because if we hug, we forget about our shared trauma. If we handshake we might well just be complete strangers.

We kinda go in the middle. A handshake combined with a quick, unemotional hug. I guess it’s a good indication of my position on this. I’m divided, in the middle. He sits down, and we stay quiet for a while, not sure where to start. But It’s good to see him again. 

“Did you mean it?” - I ask him, breaking the silence

“What?” 

“The card. Did you really miss me?”

He looks so sad and takes my hand in his palm. He then places his other one on top of it.

“I did. Terribly. Leaving you was the worst decision I’ve ever made. I still love you. I couldn’t control myself in the restaurant, I wanted to hug you and feel you. It was just so nice seeing you. My parents aren’t here anymore, and it made me think about the importance of things. I wish I could go back and do things differently, but I can’t. What I can do is tell you how much I love you, and how much I want to be with you.

I immediately pull back my hand. And it’s awkward silence all over again. I take a deep breath, and prepare for what I’m about to say, the speech I prepped all day and almost cried when I realized what it was saying.

“No. You know I’m married. I’m sorry, but that’s the only reason I agreed to this reunion. I have a daughter, and I have a great job. My life was running smoothly until you came along. Now you want to go back to how we were 8 years ago?! Back then you made your choice to prioritize your family over me. Now I’m doing the same.”

You know what? Fuck him! And fuck my carefully designed script. I made it thinking on the best way to relay the news and not hurt his feelings, but why bother? He left me! He made me feel like shit for his own arrogant and selfish purposes. 

“You lost your chance, Raffael. I begged for you to reconsider, to make me yours, but you didn’t even worry about my feelings! I even lowered myself to the point of asking to be your mistress, but you said you wanted to be the man your parents thought you were. Now you are! Aren’t you happy?! Go be with your fucking wife, and your stupid pretend life.”

I was raging at that point. I could only see red, and I’m pretty sure I was crying. Raff looked just so sad, that it made me feel guilty..until I remembered what he had done and became enraged again.

“Do you still love me?”

All my anger vanished in a second as I was caught by surprise. When I started screaming I thought he would shout too, but he didn’t. Almost like our fights: I would be the crying mess, and he was the one calm and rational. I miss our fights, I miss our fucks, I miss him. But I can’t say that. Because if I tell him the truth, he might be able to convince me. He’s always been good at that.

“My feelings about you don’t matter. Look, the moment that I said my vows, I was bound to Esther, and I can’t change that. She isn’t at fault, no one is. Life is just not fair. It’s not fair that your parents couldn’t accept you, It’s not fair what you did to me, and it’s not fair to my wife to get cheated on. Regardless of how much I still love you, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

He was sobbing now, tears streaming down his perfect face. I looked down, I always hated to see him like that. I wish I could just hug him and tell it’ll be alright. But I just let him be.

“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry”. 

I get up from the table and go towards the exit. I start to walk faster and faster. I just want to get out of here, out of this place. It’s way too crowded, way too loud, I just want to be left alone with my tears and feelings and regrets.

I am out of the bar, going towards my car when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I stop, look around and see him. I tried to break free from his restraint, but he goes forward and our lips meet. I stop fighting. 

I just get lost in the sensations. He cups my face, and I hug him. Tight. I can’t let him go. Not again. Everything said before, and all my anger disappears, as we explore each other’s mouths and lips just like we did in college. I don’t know what he is tasting, maybe the drink I sipped earlier. I taste him, the familiar taste I felt every time he pounded my ass before. Because even in the weirdest positions we always found a way to conjoin our mouths together. 

I hug him tighter, my hands now slipping down to feel his ass. I missed it so much! He maintains one hand caressing my face, and with the other he grabs my dick, now hard as a rock. When I feel him in my crotch my mind goes blank. It forgets my vows, my daughter, my family, my honor. All it can think about is getting out of my clothes to feel even more of his body.

We continue kissing, as he leads me by the hand towards my car so we can be as far away as possible from here and as close as possible to each other.

4 - Raff

He parks in a desert parking lot on the other side of town. It’s late, the moon is well up in the sky and everyone is inside their beds. But I want to be inside Liam. I’m getting desperate, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for so long. And I know I need to act fast before his conscience goes back in.

I know he wants this too, but he is way too inserted into the “Love and Honor” narrative to admit it. He’ll have to deal with it later, right now I just want him to feel good, to cum like he hasn't since he married Esther.

We both get out of the car and go into the backseat. He is hesitant, but I can’t control myself and push forward so I can meet his lips once again. Liam hugs me tight and we stay like that for some moments, breathing hard into each other’s mouths, intertwined in a hug, just as if we were one. We don’t dare to move, all that is certain is the present, if we stay like that, nothing will ever separate us.

I started to kiss him tenderly, as I unbuttoned his shirt. When all buttons were off, I stopped kissing him to take his right nipple in my mouth. He moaned, as I gently bit on it and licked it, with up, down and circular movements. I sucked on it and he grabbed my hair. I guess that was a good job.

He took the rest of his shirt off, while I did the same with mine. We resumed kissing, our chests pressing into each other, me feeling the tingle of his hairs on mine. I started to go down on his bubble butt, feeling up and down on the muscle that I loved so much. He moaned, and I bit his ear, hugging him tighter.

We were fed up by all the preliminaries by this point. We wanted to really feel each other, to really be one again. So we unbutton our jeans, take out our underwear. Now we are fully nude. We stop, admiring the other's physique. I didn’t know it was possible, but Liam was way more handsome now. I could see he had been working out, by the size of his pecs. We were going to fuck once again, I couldn’t believe it! He was checking me out too, and by the sparkle in his beautiful brown eyes, and his sexy smile, it was obvious he liked what he saw.

My eyes dropped down to his hard cock, and it looked so tasty! I had to control myself not to dive head first into it. Liam’s 6 inch penis throbbed, a clear indication of his pure lust. I took it slowly in my mouth and he shouted from pleasure. 

He moaned and threw his head back against the car’s window. It was kinda awkward to give head in that position, but I couldn’t care less. All that mattered was his delicious dick, and the moans that would come out of his perfect mouth. 

I started to lick the head, and suck on it, while going up and down on the shaft with my fist. Liam’s cock had a mushroom top, and he dripped precum like water from a faucet. I’m a total top, so I had never given a blowjob  to anyone before I met Liam. I always thought it would be degrading, to allow another person to totally fuck your mouth. Because, according to what I thought, blowjobs were the perfect example of submission, you give it just to keep the top happy enough to milk your prostate with his big hard cock later.

But when I started experimenting with Liam, everything changed. Because sex stopped being just about you getting off, like it did when I would catch random twinks in gay bars and fuck their asses without caring if they enjoyed it. It was never the same with him. My mentality reversed, it wasn’t only about me anymore. It was about connection, and making him feel so good, he’d come back for seconds. It was about slowing down my pace so I wouldn’t cum before he had released his load too or just hugging naked on the sofa, breathing hard and hoping to stay embraced for eternity.

When you love someone, it’s like a mirror. When you give pleasure to them and hear their moans, their screams, their pleas for more, you feel so satisfied like it was actually done to you. That’s all I could think about, as I was overwhelmed with joy from hearing Liam’s moans as I sucked his hard rock dick. 

I increased my pace, while holding his nuts in my hands. I started to fidget with it, moving his testicles around, pressing into them and feeling the sack contracting upwards, a clear indication that he was getting close.

So, I stop and kiss him again, hoping he would be able to taste his own precum in my lips, and in my tongue. Liam took his hand and started to rub our dicks together in a rhythm. One of his hands was in my chest, fiddling with my hairs and caressing my nipples, while the other pleasured us both. I screamed as I felt his big head against mine, our frenula rubbing into each other and almost sending us over the edge. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I was going to cum soon if he didn’t, but I just wasn’t able to. A complete loss of words, as Liam increased his pace, frictioning the most sensible areas of both our cocks.

Then, he stopped frotting us and took his hand off our dicks. Liam put both his fists behind the headrest of the seat, crossed them and, while looking in my eyes, begged in a desperate, lustful and excited way:

“Please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside, Raff”

5 - Liam

Raff smiled, gave me a quick peck and went down to eat my asshole. I grunted as his warm lips pressed against my tight asshole, and his tongue tried to invade it. He licked my hole, the spit lubricating and making me ready. 

He penetrated me with his tongue, and I gasped. My asshole wasn’t prepared yet, because of years of neglect. I had tried to use dildos after my breakup, but none could fulfill me like Raff’s dick did. It was like drinking grocery shop wine when you had already drunk a french 1964’s wine. It was not the same. And now I was going to get penetrated by the thing that I most adored in this world.

He entered and exited my manhole with in-out movements. I was in pure heaven, having forgotten how great it was to have your asshole stimulated. But it wasn’t enough: I need more, more of Raff.

“Please, Raff, I need you inside”

He looked up, with lust and cupped my face. I met his lips with mine and sighed. I wrapped my legs around him to keep him closer, I needed him closer, intertwined with me, making me finally whole. It had been so long that I felt so submissive, since in my alone time with Esther I was biologically obligated to assume the dominant role. But with Raff it was different, it felt amazing to feel the weight of his muscles restraining me from above in this missionary position, restricting my movement, allowing me to instead focus on the pressure that his dick was inflicting on the entrance of my butthole, with nothing more than spit to diminish the burn. 

But it didn’t matter that it was our only lube. Because we were one again, I knew that he could tell if he needed to stop just from experience. We knew each other so well, and we moved as one.

He kissed me, and I screamed in his mouth as he slowly started to introduce his long 7 inch penis in my asshole. It burned, it hurt, and the feeling of being stretched was intense. I almost wanted to tell him to stop, but I focused on Raff’s mouth on mine, his pecks restraining me from above, his big butt until I felt his balls pressed to the hilt. I gasped and looked into Raff’s eyes and I saw that he was happy. Really happy.

“Are you ok? Do you want to stop?”

I smiled and said the words that I had blamed myself for thinking, the feelings that I felt so guilty to think. 

“I love you, Raff”

He gasped and was at a loss for words. I knew that my actions didn’t prove my love to him, but it is true. I loved him, I missed him so much when he broke up, and wanted to be with him. At that point Esther didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that mattered at that point was Raff’s lips and his dick, buried to the hilt in my hole.

Raff smiled and kissed me again, taking his time to distribute pecks at my lips, my neck and my curly hair. He started to draw back his cock until it was almost out of my hole, and then forcibly thrusted all his 7 inch meat to the hilt again. I screamed from the pain, It was clear the asshole wasn’t ready yet, but soon it would be.

He repeated the process six or seven times, each time introducing his penis with much more force. Although stronger, each time was easier to take than the last one, the pain diminishing with each thrust, and leaving pure lust in his place. 

Raff stopped, leaving his throbbing penis inside me. He kissed me tenderly, and I hugged him tighter. I finally felt full: Not only in my asshole, but also in my heart. Raff’s kisses and confessions filled a hole that I didn’t even know existed.

I was beyond lustful, wanting him to fully claim me, to pound my ass with force, with love, with lust. So I started to milk his cock with my hole, clenching to grip it and going up and down on his shaft, while he kissed me, and caressed my body from his position above me.

He started to slowly make in and out movements, making me moan every time he pushed and pulled. Each thrust increased his speed and the volume of my moans and screams. His cock was slightly angled upwards, which allowed it to press and caress my prostate every single time he jammed it in. It was a sensation I hadn’t felt in a long time, and it was amazing, it felt like I wanted to pee real bad, but in an unusual great way?

He increased his pace, now really banging me with all his might, desperate for the release of an orgasm. I was in full bliss, my hole being destroyed by the man I loved, so many new and old sensations washing over my body and making me see stars. He gripped my cock with his closed fist, and started to masturbate me, his up and down movements corresponding to the thrusts of his hips.

He grabbed my balls with his other hand, and pulled them upwards towards my cock. Now, every time that his fist goes down, in the endless pleasurable cycle of ups and downs, it hits my balls with his fingers, exerting a lot of force and pressure because of the speed of his movements. It hurt, but was amazing at the same time. I screamed as he increased his pace with his hand, absolutely destroying my balls, but somehow making me feel great.

Then he stopped. Completely, both with his hands and with his hips. I gave a confused look to him, and tried to continue by going up and down on his dick, but he held my shoulder, unabling me to move. I gave a helpless sigh, and Raff chucked. Then, he said in a deep and lustful voice:

“The night is beautiful today. Shall we go outside?”

6 - Raff

I opened the back seat door, and took my penis out of Liam’s hole. He gasped as he felt the air rushing in, and I chuckled. To see him again, this helpless, was immeasurably great. I got out of the car, now fully nude in the desert parking lot. I knew this place quite well, I actually used it for a lot of hookups in my college time. No one comes at this hour, or at any hour for that matter. It was just me and Liam, alone. And that’s how I wanted it to be.

I stretched out my hand towards Liam, just like if I was asking him for a dance at a ball. He chuckled and took my hand, giving him enough momentum to get out of his seat. He kinda tripped, clearly not used to the feelings of being pounded, but I held him in a tight embrace, kissing his forehead, and distributing kisses throughout his hair. 

“I won’t let you go. Not again, not ever. I promise that just like I’m holding you today, I will be holding you tomorrow, and next year, and forevermore. Because I love you, Liam. I really do.”

He buried his nose in my neck and started to play with our cocks, rubbing his hand on both, and rubbing both on each other.

“I love you too, Raffael. You make me whole. Every time I look at you, it’s like I’m a teenager all over again. My feelings for you never changed, and they never will”.

We embrace tighter, not wanting to let go. Our lips combined, but we didn’t move them. Just feeling the other’s breathing was enough.

Our cocks brought us back into the present, desperate to get stimuli. Sandwiched between us, they were red, throbbing, as the blood increased its circulation to make us hard as rocks. Liam broke our sensual hug, and drew back. He dropped down, standing on his hands and knees. Liam arched his back, and lifted his head up, showing me and teasing me his beautiful pink hole. 

I didn’t know if the concrete floor of the parking lot was hurting his uncovered knees, as they supported half of his weight, but I’m sure he wouldn’t even notice if it did. All Liam could think about was getting his asshole filled with my penis. I knew that, because all I could think about was getting my penis inside his hole and fucking his brains out.

I thrusted it in in one swift motion. Liam moaned and I did too, his hole was already loose, so it went in easily. I started to slowly push it inside, paying attention to the sensation on my penis. I couldn’t cum before Liam did, I needed him to feel the full pleasure that my 7 inch cock could offer.

I slapped his bubble but, and grabbed his hips for extra support. And then I started really pounding his ass. The sensations were just overwhelming, Liam would clench his pussy, making it so tight I had to exert extra force just to continue frictioning his insides. His penis was only semi-hard now, so it swung in a circular motion, slapping my lover’s stomach when I thrusted forward, and squirting precum everywhere.

Liam moaned like a bitch in heat, with quick breaths indicating his level of arousing as I absolutely destroyed his asshole. I let go of his hips to embrace him again, my arm going around his neck to keep us close. I kissed him again, with his head turned to the side. With my other arm, I explored his muscular chest, paying extra attention to his now hard nipples.

In this doggy style position, my cock could reach so much deeper inside Liam’s asshole. He was in pure bliss, screaming with pleasure as I stimulated his prostate. I hugged him tighter, and pressed my lips against his, wanting to feel him as I came - It was clear that we had reached the point of no return, the clenches of his pussy and the feeling of heat, as my own urethra was being opened up by the semen passing by, clearly indicating that we were going to cum soon.

I embraced him with my arm, but the other stooped caressing his nipples to jerk him off. Liam screamed as I started stimulating his dick with my fist, each up and down movement bringing him closer to cumming like he never had in 15 years. And I increased my pace in my hips, now jackhammering my lover’s pussy with my big cock. We were grunting into each other’s mouth, clearly ready to have the biggest orgasm of both our lives.

7 - Liam

My asshole felt like it was on fire. The friction from Raff’s girthy dick was so stimulating, I thought I would cum handsfree, without even touching myself. But then I felt his fist on my cock, and my mind went totally blank. I was being pleasured from both my erogenous regions, it was amazing! 

It really was Raff’s style to think of me getting off before he did, I really loved him for it. He always put me first, except the time he broke up with me. And I flipped out, totally wrong. I should have fought harder not to lose him, and made my best to support him through the homophobia of his parents. But I didn’t. It 's my fault. And I won’t let him go again.

He increased his pace, thrusting with all his might. I screamed and moaned into his mouth, feeling his dick pounding me hard and fast. He stopped jerking my cock to grab my balls. They stopped bouncing around, as he held them in his fist and started pressing and squeezing them with increasing force. Raff grabbed my hair and pulled it back. My head was jolted backwards, and my arms suddenly stopped supporting our weight. 

He pulled me into him, and I laid my head into his shoulder. He embraced me tight, his arms going around my hairy chest and keeping me close. We were both kneeling now, Raff behind me, still pounding my pussy. He met his lips with mine, grabbed my dick, and started pounding and jerking as hard and fast as he could. We couldn’t bear any more, we needed to cum, to release, to finally be one again. To finally reunite.

I felt a warm sensation on my asshole, and moaned in pleasure as I understood what it was: Raff’s cum. He shouted as he squirted, clearly in an orgasmic trance. The feeling of fullness was way too much to me, and I cummed too. Thick streams of semen were released from my throbbing cock as I felt a powerful wave of feelings and sensations wash over me, on a scale I had never felt before. 

I joined my love in his chant of pleasure, screaming to the skies and the moon, testifying to them the amount of joy we were feeling. Raff gently grabbed my face with his hand and started romantically making out with me. He was still somehow cumming in my hole, which only increased my post-orgasmic sensations. 

And there we were, exhausted, bathed in sweat and in cum, lost into the sensations and each other’s lips. Intertwined in a sensual hug, wanting for this moment to be eternal, to be forever! Raff’s dick was still in my hole, and was shrinking, but we didn’t make any effort to take it out of there. Because that’s where it belongs, inside me. In fact, that’s where I belong: with Raff, in his arms, feeling our heartbeats synchronizing as we came down from the orgasmic high. That’s where I wanted to be, and where I promised to Raff I would remain.

We didn’t need to speak anymore, as we were one. Our actions spoke more than our mouths, and my acts showed him my lust for his cock, my hunger for his lips, my desire for his chest and my love for him. He hugged me tighter, and I moaned as I now felt his shrunken dick slip out of my pussy.

We heard a phone ringing at the car, it was mine. Probably my wife, calling to see how long it would take for me to get home from “work”. I ignored it, the sounds of the device begging for my attention. All I could think about was the love of my life, who had finally come back to me. I kissed Raffael, and looked into his eyes, and felt my heart melt as I understood that he felt the same love for me as I did for him. We pressed our foreheads, closed our eyes and stayed like that,  locked with each other in a tight embrace. I knew the night would soon end, and that we would have to go to our respective wives, away from each other. But I also knew that there would be  many nights to come, and for Raff, I would wait any amount of time to have him embrace me again.

The End

Hey! Thanks for reading!

This story was so much fun to write, romance is really challenging because you kinda have to develop two main characters. But I really liked this style of each chapter showing a different perspective, I think I'll explore it more in the future. As always, feel completely free to write anything (especially criticism) in the comments below if you feel like helping me out. I'm an amateur writer, so they would really help me improve.

I hope you have an amazing week! 

- Tom