Body Heat

I stared out the window at the light snow falling outside, glad that the projected blizzard wasn’t due until the evening. The drive from Milwaukee would have been a nightmare under the veil of an estimated 2 feet of snow, but it did feel good to help dad out like this.

Our cabin, whose front room window I was looking out right now, needed its annual mid-winter tune up. Which basically entailed turning on all the power, heating, running all of the plumbing, making sure nothing had been damaged in a winter storm, and making sure no pests had found a way in. The whole process took an hour, but to make sure the heating was working would usually take about a day. Especially when it was no more than 30 degrees outside.

I typically avoided the mid-winter visits, ever since middle school. The cabin’s location lent itself to more to summer activities. And even then, it was more of a tranquil retreat than a fun-filled getaway. So, dad usually made the trip alone and stayed the weekend in the cabin’s isolation.

However, I needed a peaceful quiet spot for the weekend. Or at least somewhere to reflect on my life. My girlfriend Heather had recently gotten a promotion which would require her to move to Chicago, something I was very willing to do. She wanted this to be a fresh start, and had taken to purging most of her old possessions from our apartment. That, unfortunately, included me.

What hurt the most was we had begun discussing getting engaged. We were a few weeks out from looking at rings, when she broke the news. When I asked what the sudden change of heart was, she told me that this was actually a long time coming, and she had only placated me to delay this uncoupling until she was certain about her new job.

I felt so patronized, so used, and just plain dumb.

So, the question was: where do we go from here?

I hoped that a couple days of peace and quiet in the snowbound cabin would provide a mental clarity to best answer that oh so broad question.

Until that peace was unexpectedly broken.

Over the soft hum of the heater’s attempt to raise the indoor temp from 40ish to 60ish, I thought I heard an animal crying out.

Was it a deer? Or maybe a cougar? Are the even around here in the middle of the winter?

I focused my thousand-yard-stare in the gaps between trees and over drifts of snow. The sounds continued, strange and oddly rhythmic, repeating in a way. It wasn’t an animal sound I recognized. With nothing in sight, I moved to the kitchen window which had a better view of the lake, guessing it may be coming from that direction.

 Sure enough, there was something moving towards the cabin, but it wasn’t an animal. It was… orange? As it got a little closer, I could see it was a person, without arms? Oh no, he or she had arms but they were wrapped over the figure’s chest.

Great, there’s some crazy person out here, in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin, trudging directly towards my cabin, shouting like a lunatic.

I grabbed the shotgun we had in the bedroom closet. There weren’t any shells around, and I definitely wasn’t planning on shooting anyone, but it would be a valuable prop in my upcoming ‘Y’all best get off my property’ performance.

The second I stepped out onto the porch; the figure began dashing closer. Well, more flailing.

I was starting to regret that there wasn’t any viable ammunition in the house until I heard what this psychopath was actually saying.

“Help! Help please! Please! I need help!”

Though somewhat frantic, his words were measured enough to indicate he was mentally stable.

 “What’s wrong?” I barked, trying to sound as no-nonsense as I could. I raised the shotgun a bit so it was visible to the stranger without me actually pointing it at him.

“Please, please, I need… to get… warm.”

By now, the man (I could tell it was a man at this point) was only about 50 feet away, and he was visibly shaking.

“What?” I demanded.

“I was… hiking… near lake… I fell in… I am very wet… and it is very cold…” He stammered through his near convulsions.

I couldn’t tell if it was the stilted nature of his speech, but this guy sounded like he had some kind of accent, but that wasn’t important now. If he had fallen into the lake and been walking around in the snow he would probably die.

“Jesus!” I yelled, throwing the thankfully empty shotgun onto the porch floor.

The realization spurred a new haste within me. However, I did pause for a moment on the porch steps to see if this was some sort of set up, but the dude looked absolutely pathetic and I could now see the water dripping of his coat.

“Let’s get inside,” I said taking him by the shoulders and practically pushing him into the house. After a stiff ascent into the cabin, I closed the door and turned around to look at him just standing in the middle of the living room area.

“We should get you out of those wet clothes,” I instructed.

His response was to slow separate his arms from his shaking body and hold them out at his sides.

“I… I don’t think I can…” He stammered through clenched teeth. “Please… Can you help me?”

“Um… Ok…” I said with a hint of discomfort.

I ripped of his gloves and paused assuming he might take over here, but when he made no move to disrobe further, I pulled down his hood, snatched off his hat and started unzipping his coat.

“I’ve uh… Never undressed a guy before,” I chuckled hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

He made no response so I looked up from his coat zipper to make sure he wasn’t going into shock. He was still alert luckily, but now I had a chance to see what this dude actually looked like. He was definitely not Caucasian, so I was probably right about the accent. Maybe Spanish, or Italian, or Portuguese? He had short, thick, nearly-black hair with matching facial stubble. A strong wide jaw and deep brown eyes that were so dark and shiny they looked like obsidian. He was definitely an attractive guy.

That’s a weird thought to be having at a time like this…

His response to me gazing into his eyes for a bit too long was another ‘Please!’.

With the zipper undone I pulled the shoulders of his jacket down over his arms. Realizing how thick and muscular they were. His shirt was damp from mid chest down and clung to his body like a second skin, showing his bulging, rippling muscles. I pulled it up over his head, he raising his arms in compliance.

Now, I honestly was trying to stay focused on the task and get this guy warm, but I became obviously distracted when I saw this man’s exposed chest. I think the best ‘kind’ of body he had would be either a rugby player or a wrestler. He was rather thick but in a muscular solid way, not a flabby fat kind. I thought of myself as pretty in-shape, I went to the gym at least 5 times a week, but this guy could definitely take me, even though I was like 2 or 3 inches taller than him. He was a real stud.

Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me?

“Should I take off your pants?” I asked, feeling that I needed some kind of consent to do so.

“When I fell. Water… Past waist… Up to chest… I’m so cold,” he explained.

I interpreted that as him consenting and knelt down to undo the fastener on the waist of his pants.

Out of no where I suddenly felt a stir in my pants, and realized that I was kneeling in front of another man removing his trousers. Face no more than 2 feet from his groin. Circumstances aside this was not something I had ever imagined doing to another man.

And what the hell is going on with me? Am I going into shock from all this? It’s another guy for fuck’s sake!

I pulled down the pants and thermal underwear he was wearing, revealing a pair of thighs and calves so thick they looked like tree trunks. In my haste I had forgotten to take of his boots, and the pants were now tangled at his feet.

“Oh, shit, fuck, sorry,” I stammered. “Here, uh, let me help you to sit down for a sec.”

I gripped him under his sinuous arms as he squatted down to the floor. And felt another pang between my legs.

Once he hit the floor, he kind of… gave up… and just laid down. I frantically pulled at the knots on his boots and tried to push these weird sexual thoughts I was having out of my head. After finally jerking both off and spilling a concerning amount of water onto the floor, I resumed my efforts to emancipate this guy from his pants. I stood up and pulled but they had unfortunately gotten caught on his ankles.

“You’re going to need to give me a little help here,” I admitted.

He looked up at me with his raven-like eyes. And began yanking his legs in towards his body. In doing so he clenched his abs and groin which made the mound in his lap apparent. Realizing there was only the thin layer of fabric of his boxer briefs separating me from his manhood, caused another surge in my own.

What the actual fuck is going on?! Ok, Ok… Let’s just focus on getting this guy warm so he doesn’t literally die.

With a rough jerk I finally got the pants over his feet, ripping his socks off in the process. As I started getting up my foot slipped on the puddle of water that had formed on the floor and I only just barely caught myself before face planting into his stomach. My arm brushed against his exposed thing and the feeling of his skin on mine caused me to bite my lip as a form of suppression. I quickly scrambled off of him.

I thought that would be it, and this total stranger wouldn’t want to reveal any more of himself to me. However, he instead found the power within him to help in the undressing effort and peeled his underwear down over his legs. Sticking his round smooth ass in the air as he brought his feet up. I quickly looked away only getting a slight glimpse. Which was still enough to continue the churning in my loins.

As I looked away, I heard the man try to get to his feet but fall back onto his butt.

Ok, we need to get serious now. His condition is bad, and if he stays this cold, the blood rushing back from his extremities could stop his heart if he isn’t warmed up.

“Alright let’s get you to the bedroom,” I said scooping him up off the floor. As I bent down to pick him up, I stopped in shock.

Now, I haven’t seen many dicks in my day (besides my own). And I have seen even fewer uncut dicks. So, at first, I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. He was very… girthy. And the extreme cold had made him rather… compact.

Once I recalled seeing The Statue of David, I realized what was going on and the moment of confusion passed. Only to be replaced by a curiosity of what he looked like with a hard on.

FOCUS! Get him in bed! Wait, what!? No, not like that, just get him under some blankets to warm him up.

Amidst my inner turmoil I managed to pick this guy up from behind under his armpits and walk him to the bedroom. Just before releasing him onto the bed, I realized he was still wet and soaking through my sweater. Not remembering exactly where the towels were, and with my sweater already moist, I made the guy stand on his own, took off my sweater, and began using it to wipe as much water as I could off of his body. The sweater knit wasn’t thick enough to prevent the definition of his muscles from telegraphing through the fabric. Feeling the jiggle as I passed my hand over his ass, I became aware of my quickening heartbeat. Fearing that my excitement was showing I only made a lazy pass over his junk and tried not to look.

After tossing my now saturated sweater onto the floor I peeled back the quilt on the bed and motioned for him to crawl in. He did so, albeit stiffly, and I quickly laid the cover back down over him.

The air in the room was still cold, and the bed itself not much warmer. Just being in the bed alone wasn’t going to be enough to get him warm fast enough, even if I piled all the other blankets in the house over him.

“I think… I think I need you… your body heat,” he said, revealing what I already knew but didn’t want to admit.

There wasn’t any other choice now. I tore off my shirt and dropped my pants, again forgetting about shoes, causing me to rip off yet another knot of pants and socks. In just my underwear I joined this strange naked man in my bed.

I pressed my body into his, the chill of his skin causing me to shudder. I wrapped my arm over his chest and intertwined my legs with his. His skin was so smooth and cold it felt like I was hugging a statue. My ‘excitement’ was somewhat quelled by the feeling that I was cradling a corpse, and the worry that he may suddenly have a seizure and die.

Please don’t die. Please don’t die. Please don’t die.

I gripped him harder, trying to force the heat in my body into his. I felt him grip my arm a bit tighter in response. After a few minutes, I could feel that his back had warmed slightly but his chest and arms were still pretty cold.

“Here, turn over,” I instructed.

He obeyed with slight difficulty and now I was face to face with him, closest I had been so far, staring into his deep bottomless eyes.

“I need to warm your front too,” I explained breaking my gaze. I scooted up slightly so that his head could rest on my chest under my chin. He rewound our legs together and wrapped his thick arms around my body as I wrapped mine around his. He nuzzled his face into my chest hair.

I’m just going to assume that’s him trying to get as much warmth out of me as he can… 

After a slight shift of his legs, I felt his dick roll onto my thigh. It was still cold and with a bit of panic, I leaned into it pressing it against me. Hoping that would help heat transfer.

And maybe so that I can feel his manhood on me…

“Is this working? Are you starting to feel better?” I whispered.

He nodded and tightened his grip on me.

Over the next half hour, the shivering subsided and the temperature difference between our bodies began to lessen. He started feeling more like a person and less like a statue. I strategically changed my hold on him every few minutes to warm, or perhaps feel, another part of his body. With a bit of my warmth injected into him, I could now appreciate his rippling physique pressed against mine. How firm his body was, how soft and smooth his nearly hairless skin was.

As I shifted, he would respond in kind, reacting to my touch. I could feel his hand slowly pass up and down my back, almost imperceptibly, maybe imagined? Ever so often he would move his head slightly and his short beard would catch in my chest hair slightly. The feeling was oddly… sensual.

I noticed I could now feel his pulse against my chest and his somewhat warm breaths onto my neck. I assumed it was a response to the heat, but I also could feel his dick grow slightly against my leg. I was losing the fight against my boner. I angled my pelvis so that it wouldn’t touch his abs, I really didn’t want him to think that I was getting sexual satisfaction out of this.

But I am! Why am I? It’s another guy! I’m not into guys! Just stay still and once he’s warm enough he will let go.

Only, he didn’t let go. After almost an hour of us wrapped up in each other, he had definitely returned to a normal temperature and was no longer at risk of hypothermia, or frostbite, or anything. We continued shifting every few minutes, but his head remained nestled under my chin and his cock against my leg. I doubted this was a normal part in treating potential hypothermia or shock, but I was very comfortable, and no one else was around, so what did it matter. I let my eyes close and enjoyed the moment.

“You saved me.”

“What!?” I cried out in surprise.

He chuckled a little and repeated, “You saved me.”

“Oh, I uh… Am glad you’re feeling better,” I laughed awkwardly.

His head stayed resting on my chest as he spoke.

“I was very scared. I thought I would die. Thank you for taking me into your home.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” I replied. “I wasn’t just going to let you freeze to death out there.”

“I owe you, my life.”

“That’s not necessary.”

He chuckled a little again, his body bouncing slightly against mine.

“Ok, but, I do… appreciate you. You are… my hero.”

I realized it was probably a slight mistranslation from his native tongue, but hearing him call me his ‘hero’. Stirred something inside me, deeper than what I was feeling between my legs. I resisted the urge to grip him tighter.

“Any reasonable person would have done it. I’m just glad you’re ok,” I said.

“Yes, but… please… you saved my life. I am… I am so happy I found you.”

He lifted himself off me and looked me in the eyes. I stared back, transfixed by his statuesque appearance and his deep voice. He seemed to be considering me to, as he looked over my features, examining me. I smiled dumbly to break the tension. He smiled back revealing brilliantly white teeth.

“You do have a very heroic face,” he concluded.

I blushed so hard I could feel it.

“And you are so big too,” he added.

“What?” I scoffed. As much as I liked to hear it, it seemed wrong coming from this utterly stacked dude.

And what did he mean by big? Oh, shit did I poke him with my boner?

“You are very tall,” he elaborated.

“Oh,” I sighed. “We’ll you’re very, very muscular. I’m honestly really impressed by your body. You look amazing dude. I wish I was that ripped”

Was that too much?

“You are muscular too,” he shot back.

“Oh well yeah, thanks, but not as much as you,” I said.

“I do want to do something. Something to show my thanks,” he said untangling his legs and positioning himself over me. He was now hovering less than an inch above my throbbing cock. I could see in the gap between us the spot of precum that had blossomed at the tip of my very obvious erection. A situation further aggravated by the sight of his thick man meat hanging above me.

“Uh, you can just buy me a beer sometime,” I suggested trying not to show my panic.

“No, no something more than that.”

“Maybe a coffee too?” I offered.

Jesus, dude, can we discuss this not in bed together? Why are we even still in bed together? You clearly feel fine now!

“No, not just drinks.”

“Ok, food too then.”

He laughed at this, obviously a bit annoyed. He did a bit of a facepalm and in doing so bent his torso down so that my hard-on basically stabbed into him. He tilted his head down to investigate what had prodded him. And now we both saw the tent I was pitching, that was slowly getting wetter at its peak.

Oh. Fuck.

“You are… excited,” he said, eyes still on my crotch.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to. I haven’t been in bed with someone in a while. Not that this is like that. What I mean is I haven’t felt another person in a while. I don’t even like men!” I rambled.

“It looks like you like this,” he said as he turned back up to face me, a knowing grin painted across his face.

“Look, dude, I didn’t bring you in to this bed for any sexual reason, I did it to insulate us while I tried to warm you up,” I explained. “Having our bodies pressed together was a bit… stimulating. But only because I haven’t felt anyone’s body against mine in a while. I’ve never done anything with another guy before.”

I could tell that he understood my words, but he seemed to ignore them anyway.

“It is ok if you like this,” he said softly. “I am not mad. I also think you are very handsome.”

Come again?

“Thank you…” I replied with obvious hesitation.

“Can I…?” he whispered nodding down to my obvious boner.

It wasn’t clear what he intended to do. What was clear, is that, whatever he intended to do, it probably shouldn’t be done. But most apparent was that I wanted it. Desperately.

“Yes,” I said in a near silent whisper.

With him still crouched over me he ran his left hand over my abs down to my underwear until his hand was over my pulsing cock. He began gently rubbing his palm up and down my shaft.

I let out a small unvoluntary moan, then slapped my right hand over my mouth.

He looked up smiling and asked, “Is it ok? Do you like this?”

I just nodded leaving my hand over my mouth.

 “You do not have to be scared,” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” I said lowering my hand to my chest. “I’ve never done this before.”

His smile grew, it wasn’t devilish or smug. He looked genuinely glad to be introducing this to me.

After a moment he raised his hand closer to my navel only to then slip his fingertips below the front of my waistband. His fingers traced over the length of my shaft until he had my manhood in the palm of his hand. He began stroking slowly, thrusting his body towards me slightly with the rhythm of his strokes.

I let out an audible breath. I had never been touched by another man like this. Feeling his strong meaty fingers around my engorged cock was much different than the hand jobs I received from women. His intentional strokes and slight kneading of his palm elicited a continuous groan from me that rose and fell with my breaths. My heart was beating so fast now, I was sure even he could hear it.

The feeling of pleasure was so immense and all encompassing that I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes and tilted my head backwards until the motion stopped. Breaking from my haze, I tilted my head back down to see him looking back at me. The previously innocent smile was now twinged with an expression of guilt.

Seeing my inquisitory expression he admitted before looking down, “You have made me… excited also…”

I tilted my head to the right slightly and saw his swollen dick staring back at me. In fashion with the rest of his body, he had a very girthy cock. A complete 180 from what I had first seen. Now the veins were protruding along his shaft and the head of his dick had swollen so that it peeked out past his foreskin. For someone who has a penis, which he sees every day, the sight was unexpected and extremely arousing.

I did that to him? I aroused him too?

“Oh…” was all I could manage to mutter.

He looked back up at me. With his eyes being the only thing, I would rather look at than his erect member, I stared back at him.

“Can I… kiss you?” he asked sheepishly.

“If you want to,” I replied cautiously.

Slowly, he leaned his body against me, his broad chest against mine. Our noses we just a few inches apart. I felt him bring his hand behind my head fingertips combing into my hair. He smiled blissfully and lowered his face to mine. I parted my lips just slightly, unsure of how intimate this kiss was going to be.

Even his lips felt strong as the met mine. After the initial contact he redoubled his efforts and slipped his bottom lip between mine. He pulled out slowly allowing me to savor the feeling of his mouth. As he pressed in again, I could feel the tip of his tongue trace across my upper lip. Wanting to feel it inside my mouth I spread my lips further which he took as a sign to press his tongue past my teeth and onto mine. Upon contact, I pressed my tongue back onto his, allowing the two to twist and wind over one another between our comingled mouths.

As our lips folded and tongues danced, I noticed the feeling of his throbbing cock press against mine. He had begun thrusting against me, barely noticeable at first, but now with enough effort so that his lower abs stroked against my shaft enough to cause that prickle of stimulation. The feeling of the head of his dick bumping into mine was foreign and exciting.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

He raked his fingers deeper into my hair pulling at the roots and pressing my face harder into his.

This is wrong.

He released the back of my head and traced his fingers down my chin and onto my chest where he began thumbing at my nipple.

But this feels so good.

His hand continued to descend caressing my back until it found its was to my ass, where he then firmly gripped a cheek in his hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

This feels… right.

Having resolved that I needed this, I grabbed his pronounced rump with both hands and pulled him into me. He responded by grinding harder against me and shifting his legs so that his cock pressed next to mine, so that we could both really feel each other.

After what felt like both an eternity and an instant, he pulled his face away. I opened my eyes slowly, hesitantly, not really sure what would come next, or more importantly what I should do next.

I must have looked foolish, because I could hear his deep chuckle before my eyes could fully open and focus on him.

“You have never been with a man before?” he asked through his laughter.

“No,” I said, embarrassed now for some reason. “I’m sorry, if I’m bad. I just… I’m not sure what to do exactly.”

“No, no, you are a very good kisser.”

“I think you did most of the work.”

“Do you want to do more?”

YES! Dear god yes!

“Uh… Yeah… If you want to.”

His jovial smile shrank into a devious smirk before he ducked under the quilt we were under. I wasn’t sure what was coming next, but I could have hazarded a guess.

I felt his big strong hand rub down my stomach over my navel until he found the base of my shaft. He tightened his fore finger and thumb in a ring around it, raising it to be perpendicular to the bed’s surface. I expected him to start stroking me, but was surprised when I felt his hot breath cast down my member and his tongue begin to slide down the underside of my shaft.

I moaned loudly again, feeling my eyes roll back in my skull. I made no effort to stifle my cries, I wanted him to hear the effect he had on me. I wanted him to know that I liked it.

His head descended as he took inch after inch of my cock into his throat. His tongue slithering down until I could tell that his lips touched down onto his two fingers.

Now please, trust me when I say, I am not a ‘small’ man. I was pretty sure that I was a little longer than this stranger, and even he had an above average phallus.

This is probably not his first time with a man…

Without missing a beat, he raised his head and repeated the motion. The inside of his mouth was so soft and warm. For some reason, based on his rugged appearance, and my general perception of men, I imagined him to be rough and harsh. Instead, he managed to be more delicate while simultaneously more aggressive than I had ever felt before. He began stroking and slightly twisting with his hand in synch with his mouth. No one had ever touched me like this before and though it still felt amazing, so amazing I though I was going to climax at any moment, my entire cock started to go slightly numb. I couldn’t tell where the skin of my dick ended and the inside of his mouth began.

It was a blessing that no one was around for miles because my moans had grown into a continuous yell.

He retracted his hand and dropped his mouth so low I could feel his lip muscle against my pubic bone. He had taken the whole shaft into his mouth and I was pretty the tip had collided with the back of his throat. The thought of my entire manhood inside of him- No, the thought that he had very willingly taken my entire manhood inside of him stirred that deep feeling within me.

I was getting close, my body starting to shudder, I reached down and managed to grip the wrist he was using to support himself and clung on. I wanted to hold at least part of him, somehow, if I was going to crest that peak.

I must have been too violent, as his reaction was to suddenly uncouple and allow my pulsing dick, that was now leaking a threatening amount of pre cum, to slap back onto my stomach. He poked his head out from the edge of the blanket and asked, “Are you ok?”

It was actual a rather adorable gesture; one, because it was just a cute sight, seeing his masculine face poke out from the covers like a child would; and two, because he looked very concerned, which I thought was really sweet.

Oh come on, he’s the first guy you’ve done this with, don’t fall in love with him!

After a couple of deep breaths, I replied, “I’m… I’m fine. That was… really, really good. It’s just that… I was… about to cum.”

His mouth warped back into that big goofy smile, and he crawled back over me so that his face was just below mine. As he did so I felt his erection poke between my now spread legs into my ass crack.

Hmm… now that’s interesting…

With his nose nearly touching mine, he softly whispered, “It is ok if you did.”

“Well, I didn’t mean to stop you,” I explained. “My hand just kind of shot out.”

“Oh, I am sorry that I stopped,” he said bringing his hand back up the side of my head and reburying his fingers in my hair.

“No, it’s my fault,” I sighed, bringing my hand up to rub his hulking back. “But, I’m glad to have you back up here.”

Was that too cutesy to say?

His brilliant smile grew, he crawled up to again be face to face, before he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. It was a bit tamer than before, but I held his lip between mine for longer, to savor the taste of his mouth.

And maybe even the taste of me on his mouth…

Eventually we parted again and relocked eyes. I couldn’t think of anything to say, and wasn’t sure what to do next so I resigned myself to the contented moment between us. Looking into each other, really seeing one another.

“You are a very amazing person,” he finally said. “To have saved me… like that.”

“Again, I’m just happy that you’re ok,” I said sliding my hand under his arm and back up onto his chest where I gripped his protruding pec, feeling his heart beat.

“I am very lucky. Very lucky to have such a nice handsome rescuer,” he added.

As I blushed again, he lowered his body so that his hole bumped into the head of my dick. The contact did not go unnoticed between us.

I wonder what fucking this guy would be like…

As if he read my mind, he suggested, “This is… something I have not done in a… long time… but… do you want to… have sex?”

I laughed nervously. I didn’t know if he expected to be inside of me or me inside of him. Was I supposed to have given him some kind of signal of what I was into? Had I already accidentally given him a signal?

“We’ll I’ve never uh… been with a man before…” I stuttered. “I don’t think I could handle you… being inside of me…”

“No, I know. You said that before,” he laughed. “You are very cute and funny. I meant…”

He paused trying to find the words, his eyes darted off to the side and back at me as he formulated the sentence.

“Do you… want to… fuck me?” he clarified.

I opened my mouth to respond but only managed to giggle nervously as I looked away biting my lip. I definitely wanted to. I didn’t know why I was being so bashful. Well, only hours ago, the most contact I had ever had with another man was a hug, so that was probably part of it.

But god, did I want him.

My stupid grin must have been answer enough because he suddenly spat into his hand and then reached back behind himself to… prepare himself? My heart started racing.

Is this it? Is this really happening? What do I do? Is it like regular sex? I mean “vaginal intercourse”? I’ve only done anal twice, and not with great success. Oh fuck, what if I’m bad? I don’t want to be bad for him.

The panic must have been obvious in my expression, because he leaned in a little closer and whispered, “Relax. Do not worry. I know it is your first time. Allow me to… get it started.”

He gave me a quick peck before sliding down my body, his chest ever so slightly brushing mine. Again, I felt the head of my dick press into the crevice between his muscular ass cheeks, followed by his hand grabbing me by the base of my shaft and holding me upright. After straightening up a bit he began leaning down onto me. I felt the tip of my cock catch on his moist hole. Despite my dick also being wet from the earlier blowjob, it didn’t feel like grip of his hole was going to accept me.

He took in an audible breath and readjusted, now applying a bit more force. The entire time I just laid there like a log, a log with a very conspicuous ‘branch’, but a log nonetheless. We had come so far, and I really, really, wanted this. With my lack of experience, I felt like anything I did would only complicate the task at hand. I stayed as still as possible, I even held my breath, though that was more out of nervous anticipation.

Suddenly I felt him give a little and he took a breath in sharply through his clenched teeth, eyes tightly shut. I had only just barely entered him and could tell he was very tight. At least the tightest I had ever had. We stayed paused there for a moment before he again took in another deep breath through his nose.

After all this time I started feeling useless just lying there, so I brought my arms up to his sides and held him. I didn’t think it would actually help, but it seemed like a measure of good faith at least.

As he released his breath long and slowly through his nose, he sank down onto me. The warm embrace of his hole gripped me tightly and I couldn’t help but let out a small cry of pleasure. He dropped lower and lower taking each inch of me slowly, the sensation almost becoming too much to handle. Until he finally touched down onto my lap his ass landing on my thighs.

We stayed like that for a moment him breathing deeply and me gently caressing his sides. After about half a minute he opened his eyes and said, “Sorry, you are just… very big… and… I haven’t had… practice.”

“No, it’s ok,” I said trying not to sound giddy. “It already feels amazing.”

“You like this?” he asked.

“Yes, very much,” I confessed.

“It has only just started…” he said slyly as he leaned in for a kiss.

As soon as his lips touched mine, he rose off my thighs. The feeling of his tight hole passing back over me, eliciting as much pleasure as it had on the descent. And again, he pressed back down onto me. He twisted his body rhythmically as he ground himself into my pelvis. His strong hands gripping at my back. For a while, I let him control the movement, letting him become more comfortable with it.

Not after long, my instincts finally kicked in, I let my hands lower to the top of his ample buttocks and clutched it in my hands, then drove myself up into him. He broke away from our kiss as I did so, letting out a low moan of pleasure.

His grinding slowed and I took it as a sign that it was my turn to generate the motion. I pulled my hands forward and gripped him tightly by his thick powerful waist, and began burying myself into him. With each thrust I grew more and more aggressive, trying to go deeper, to explore his body further, to become one with him.

He abruptly sat up leaning further onto my dick and putting one of his large hands on my chest. Head tilted back with his mouth open in a frozen silent moan. His body writhing as he tried to take me deeper into him. I watched as his muscles clenched and relaxed in sync with his movements. Mesmerized by the machine that was this man as he moved and twisted like a banner in the wind.

After a few slaps on my stomach, I noticed his thick cock staring up at me. Seeing how aroused he was only further excited me. I was entranced by watching his manhood bounce against my body. Feeling the weight of it ram against me as he moved. I didn’t have many examples in my memory to draw from but I thought his member was enormous, so thick and powerful. I had never seen another man like this before, never felt another man like this before. The simple fact that I was with a man now, fucking another man right now, thrilled me in ways I still can’t describe.

He grabbed himself and began stroking. I couldn’t help but watch as the head of his dick poked out of his foreskin as he pulled the skin back, only to be near completely wrapped in it again as it was pushed forward.

I could have watched the sight before me for hours, but was interrupted when he broke his grasp and leaned back down onto me. I noticed that he had positioned his arms and legs so that he was fully supporting himself on the bed allowing me to move more freely, though still deep inside of him.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

I didn’t need any more direction than that. I pulled my legs in for better leverage and rammed the near entire length of myself into him. He let out a surprised moan followed by a slight chuckle. I continued to extract myself nearly entirely only to force the full length of me into him again. As his moans grew louder, I fucked harder until I began to feel that pang within me again that I was nearing climax. The churning rising from my balls climbing up my shaft.

“I think… I think I’m gonna cum,” I gasped as I slowed my thrusts. As forward and gracious as he had been, I doubted he wanted me to blow my load inside of him, but his response was to resume grinding into me to make up for my hesitation and to beat at his meat with increased vigor.

Okay, well I guess he’s ok with that then…

Despite any reservation I had, his motion was going to pull the cum out of me whether I liked it or not. I relented, and pushed myself into him with ever ounce of strength I had. I cried out again as I could feel the cum rising in me.

And then, like the flick of a lighter, or rather, the burst of a firework, it came rushing out of me. I think I screamed? I couldn’t tell. For a moment all of my senses failed me, except for the feeling radiating from between my legs. Gush and gush of cum I shot into this stranger I had only met a few hours ago sent convulsions up and down my body like the waves of a tsunami. My back arched sharply and my hands clutched at the bedsheet as I planted my seed deep, deep inside of him. With legs still trembling I regained my sight not able to recall if I had actually closed my eyes or not. Simultaneously, I became aware of his grunting, that was twisting higher and higher into a panting whine. I looked down just in time to see rope after rope of thick white cum erupt from his pulsing cock onto my chest. Aftershocks still rocked my body and this sight was so stimulating that as I seized with pleasure, I could feel more of me spilling into him as if I had just started climaxing all over again.

Once I felt like I had poured my entire fabric of my soul into him, I took some deep breaths to slow my racing heart. He remained seated on me. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, and his broad chest heaving. I let myself slip back into my recently formed habit, and simply watched his body respond to the stimulation around it. Not after long though I noticed his breaths become calmer and more measured.

“You are very good,” he said opening his eyes and grinning. “For someone who has never been with a man before.”

“It wasn’t radically different than what I’m used to, honestly,” I admitted.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Though you are a lot different than who I’m normally with,” I recovered.

His expression twisted a bit with added skepticism.

“But like… in a good way,” I explained. “I… really… enjoyed that.”

“I did too,” he chuckled. “It is not something I normally do so fast, but I guess you saving my life was a good… uh… aphrodisiac.”

He leaned back down onto me and kissed me again, briefly but tenderly. Then carefully rolled off me, releasing me from his “grasp”.

“Today definitely hasn’t gone as I expected,” I said turning to look at him next to me, careful not to move my body and spill his cum onto my bed.

“You are not the one who almost died,” he replied.

I laughed a bit but stopped abruptly as I felt the motion sending the ejaculate down my side.

He noticed and said, “Oh, we should clean up.”

He pulled the quilt back and I awkwardly scooted out of the bed, then walked with a defined tilt to the bathroom.

When I returned, I saw him standing at the window looking out at the sky.

“I am sorry, but I should go back before the snow storm gets bad,” he said sadly, not turning away from the window.

I was surprised by how much his statement upset me, and how much I wanted him to stay. But I didn’t really know him all that well, and I didn’t know what else he was planning on doing before his accident.

I really don’t want this to be the last time I see him…

“Do you need some spare clothes?” I asked pushing my feelings to the back of my mind.

“Actually, yes, please.”

We spent the next few minutes getting him dressed and getting his old clothes into a garbage bag. The entire time I was thinking of ways to ask if I could see him again. I spent so much time thinking about it rather than doing that before I realized, we were at the door and he had placed his hand on the knob.

“Thank you again for your help today,” he said.

“Of course,” I replied.

“Well… I guess this is goodbye,” he said with a little shrug before pulling the door open.

“Wait!” I shouted, actually holding my hand up in a stopping motion.

He looked back with a mixture of surprise and relief.

“Yes?” he said pushing the door closed again.

“I didn’t get your name,” I said dumbly, while lowering my hand even more dumbly.

He looked down as a large embarrassed smile grew on his face.

“I was not sure you wanted to know names. I would have asked if I thought you wanted to,” he explained.

“Ian,” I said firmly. “My name is Ian.”

He looked back up and into my eyes and responded, “My name is Dario, but some of my colleagues here call me Dare.”

“I really am happy that you’re ok, Dario.”

“I am too. I am really happy that I found you. You are a very good man. And you are also sweet and… handsome.”

“Will I see you again?” I asked. “So that I can get my clothes back? And also, because I’d like to see you again?”

Wow, smooth…

“Yes,” he laughed. “I can give you my phone number, but my phone broke in the water so I do not know when I can respond.”

“Well, I can give you mine and you can call or text me when you’re able?” I suggested.

“Yes, I can do that,” he replied. “I will be leaving the U.S. next week, but I will be coming back here two weeks after that.”

“Well, lets plan to see each other again then?” I half said, half asked.

“Yes, that would be good,” he responded with a smile. “Goodbye Ian.”

“Stay safe,” I said with a small wave as he opened the door.

He responded by looking back and winking, before shutting the door behind him.

I watched *** through the falling snow as he trudged back in the direction he originally came from. Without a doubt today had not gone as expected at all, but it was successful? Heather was the furthest thing from my mind and I saved some random guy’s life!

Who I ended up having sex with…

There was something deep inside of me that was peaking through the general lust I typically experienced from hook ups. This was different for obvious reasons, but there was something more. Something in the way Dario looked at me, in the way he touched me, in the way he responded to my touch…

The way he made me feel…

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do now, but I was sure that I wanted to see him again.