Come To My Door
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He comes to my door at the appointed time. He. My 37-year-old paramour. A sharp forceful knock followed by two lighter taps followed again by a much stronger one. Four in total. It is the signal. Our signal. So. That I will know who is there. At my door. We had decided upon this a long time ago. It is the game we decided to play. The one we concocted. Years ago. Back when it was clandestine for us to do so. What some would say, without a doubt, is a secret. But not now. There is no secret. At least for me. That is over with. But we keep doing it. It still prods the fires that is our smoldering loins.
He walks straight in. I bring my fingers to the scruffy beard on his face. I run my fingers through it. This gets a racy smile on his face. A quirky grin. A coyness. This. Intoxicates me. Everything about him. Intoxicates me.
He pulls away and treads on his steady. Determined path to the room. Towards my bedroom. Or is it our bedroom? And more precisely. The spacious unmade bed. But that was some time ago. Now.
The bed is damp. Warm. Heated from our frolicking bodies. From the rolling about. From the foreplay. The coolness that had been there. Before us. Among these soft cotton sheets has dissipated. They had felt comfortable and soothing when our naked bodies first touched them as we collapsed onto to the unmade bed.
These Saturday night trysts are commonplace. For us. The hiding of our intimacy and my accepting of it. The world would not understand. But we all maintain something in a relationship that involves some degree of compromise. This is mine. And his. We do not live under the same roof. That is a mutual decision. I do not know what he always does nor does he of me. But on these nights. It is he. And I. This is our time.
The world knows him to be straight. Me, too. But I am not. That is something I choose to keep between us. What we do here in this bedroom is our business and no one else’s.
I love cock. I do. It is one of my most favorite things. And it is one of the privileges of being a male that I can enjoy because I am a man. Too. I love locker-rooms. And gyms. And the nudist colony I visit regularly out in the country.
I look forward to these nights between us when we can share this part of ourselves with the other. I think he does too. It is why we are together. Have been together. Will be together. I hope for a long time.
I can feel the shape of the muscles on his dark brown hairy leg as my hand rest lazily upon it. There is power, such masculine unbridled strength within this extremity. The hair is soft. It tickles my agile fingers ever so gently as I brush my hand upon it. And as I travel the length of it. I am reminded of those rugged stones you scale when you climb towards the highest peak as my hand roves over him.
I can feel him. Hear him. While he moans under my servile touch.
My temperate touch has excited him. Fueled him. I can feel his reaction to me. This is part of our foreplay. My part. As I tenderly caress, my man.
His cock is hardening. I can feel the wetness of him as he releases some of his pearly essence from the deep recesses of his full testes onto my lower back as his cock snakes along my rear. I know where he is going.
My body longs for it. Thirst. For it. I can feel more of it. The more I move my fingers across him. I can feel it in my soul what he wants me to do.
He moves me. Ever so slightly. Positioning me. Preparing me for him. For him. To be ready for him.
"I am leaking." He says.
"Yes." I say. "I know." And I do.
He did not have to tell me.
As he slides into me. I tense. Then relax. As inch after inch of him ever so slowly seeps into me. I gasp as I make room for him inside my dark hole.
I am filled. But my body cries out for more. It wants more. I do. Of him.
I let out a soft sigh. A muffled gasp. A groan. As he disappears. Into me. He is what I want. Have wanted ever since we first met. All those years ago.
He is swelled. Engorged. Undoubtably hard. All those adjectives you use to describe a man's erection when it is at its fullest inside of you. That manly power shared between each man that we all are happy to have when you are deep into an intimate moment.
He is gentle. Taking his time, as he slowly enters me. Time after time. The inches are devoured by my muscles as they enclose around him like a vice.
I take the nine inches of his masculine-perfection. With some trouble. Within me. But I do so willingly. If he had more, I would take them too.
I squeeze. I grasp him. In the grip of my ass. And squeeze him more within my walls.
He gasps. Quietly. Almost reminiscent of purring. In how he sounds.
"Nice." He whispers softly. He feels my every move. But I knew he would. I want him too.
I can feel his fullness. His swell. Of his cock deep inside me.
I am happily filled. We are one.
He eases himself in and out. A steady determined rhythm gyrating from his powerful hips. Keeping time with some unheard song. That I know is playing inside his head.
"Your ass is so damn tight. You feel so fucking good." He whispers into my ear. Saying so with such passion my cock throbs as it hovers in its hardness from my mid-section.
"You were the last one to fuck me. Last Saturday. You have been the only one to fuck me for quite a while."
"Good. I want to be the only one to slide his cock into your sweet little hole. I want mine to be the only one." He coos into my ear.
I do not know if his wish will be possible. I tell myself. I love cock and will welcome any man I find attractive to pleasure my ass with theirs. But I have stayed away from any men that may interest me because he has said this before. And so far, I have managed to stave off the desire for other men. Besides him.
I am enraptured. As his slow and methodical machinations are bringing me to a new height.
He kisses my neck. Tender passionate kisses. I know he tastes my salty-sweetness as I perspire from this heated romp.
My body temperature rises with each thrust of him inside me.
I can feel him as I flex the tender muscles of my interior. He lets out a sigh. Again. And again. He likes it. He really does by the breathe I feel whispering across my back.
I gently squeeze his stiffened muscle more. While still inside me. His sighs grow heavier and louder.
He roughly bites on my ear. Just a nibble. I work my inners around his hard cock even more. Milking him in my soft tender red.
Our bodies are mixed. Again. Melted into one.
"You feel good." He sighs. “Really. Damn good.”
"I know." I say. While I squeeze on him tighter. In the vice of my ass.
He eases out. Still gentle. I catch myself during a moan. I want him back into me. As soon as he departs. I never want him to leave.
His chest is snug against my back. I can feel his brown fur as he brushes against me. He is a man who has been richly blessed with a hard-earned muscled body earned through physical work. He feels wonderful. He excites me as he rakes his body passionately against mine. We are as close as two can be without being swallowed up totally by the other. And disappearing.
My cock is hard. Which I fondle. Myself. I, too, am leaking cum. As he hits those special spots within me with each jab of his cock. Just where I need it.
I let out bated yelps of pleasure. That are intense and wonderful. And traverse through me like lightning flashes of ecstasy.
I can feel the stubble on his rugged face. His scruffiness. Which I like.
"Why do I wait so long to fuck you?" He says. “I need more of you. I do.”
I do not answer. I am not sure if I should. But I do.
"I want you to fuck me. Every day. But I am not sure you if you can. Or even if you would." I say. But he does not respond to my words.
He eases his cock back into me. Over and over. I can feel his leaking pre-cum as it streams into me from his sperm-laden balls. I await the full release of this man’s potent man-juice into my clutching and clenching hole. I want all of him. I do.
He rams his steel-hard cock into me. Again. This time with more force and power than he ever has done so before on this night. My teeth rattle. And my head sways like a bobble-head toy as he rocks me with his cock.
I like it. I do. I really do.
"I like to be rough fucked! Really rough!” I say, almost yelling, in-between jabs of his cock into my pre-cum soaked hole.
The bed shakes. The headboard pounds hard against the wall with each forceful thrust from him. And into me. I am sure my neighbor can hear us. I want him to do it harder. Harder. I want her to hear us next door as he fucks me like a crazed animal.
"I know. I know." He says. "But I like it to be gentle sometimes. I like to have a slow steady fuck and have it go on for hours."
"Me too." I say as the sound of our fucking fills my tiny little apartment.
We have been fucking for a while now. Nearly two hours. I reckon.
He rams his cock back into me, non-stop, as we continue to lay on our sides. He has moved my leg, higher, to make my hole more accessible to him. His pre-cum is the only lube. I am puddling on the sheet as my erection bounces about in front of me. Slinging my seed in every direction. He is leaking like a faucet without a washer. Inside me. I can feel the wetness from him running down my leg and into the tiny hairs of my inner thigh.
"Your cock is magnificent." I say. It is. He is the best lover I have ever had. And I have had many. More than I could ever count on my two hands and feet.
"I am glad you like it. You can have it whenever you want. You know that." He says. "You say that whenever I fuck you."
"I mean it. It is true." I say.
He knows I have had a lot of guys fuck me. But no one like him.
“You are a man-hungry beast, one minute, and tearing my ass asunder with your hefty cock. The next. And then you are slow and gentle." I continue.
"Fucking should be enjoyable for both." He says, "Not just for the guy who is on top. But for the one receiving the load too.”
"Yes. You are right." I say. "You are one great lover. And one fucking hell of a boss."
“I would rather work with you than any of the other guys on the crew and the fucking is a great perk. Too. For me." My boss man says.
He kisses me on the cheek while he rams my ass once again with his cock. He fucks me harder. And harder.
He lifts my leg. His cock eases out of my hole. I miss it the moment it is gone. I want it back. I do. I do not like when it leaves me.
He pushes. Gently, but with some force, not violently, onto my stomach and gets atop me.
His cock grows harder whenever he does me in this position.
I am stomach-down onto the bed. I can feel the hairiness of his chest as we shift in our position along with his chiseled abs. His six-pack.
***
His hirsute chest is one of the best parts of him. Besides his cock. His chest is what first attracted my attention. As a twenty-year-old closeted man. Back then. He took off his shirt in that first minute once we got onto the jobsite. His chest tapered into an impressive ‘v’ to his waist. Your eyes go straight to his crotch. They are drawn there.
I was drowning in absolute lust for him. Every day seeing him shirtless.
I had to hide my hard cock. I did not want him to figure out that he was the reason for the woody so pronounced in my pants.
From that first day on the job. I lusted after him. Wanted him.
I could not tell him. Or anyone on the crew I am gay and hunger for cock like one would for food. The other guys on the job would castrate me. Literally. And figuratively. Were they to find out the secret that they did not need to know.
As a gay blue-collar guy, I know it scares the straight guys if they know a gay man is in their midst. I know this. Many like me do.
I have my cover story, every gay guy who does my type of manual work with straight guys has to cover up the hardness of their cocks when they are in the company of such men. When their cock rises. I had mine too.
My boss and I had seen each other naked numerous times on the job when we would share a hotel room when we did those out-of-town jobs. I had seen him naked and hard. Real throbbing hard. It was if he was tempting me. Or maybe that was my imagination. He had seen me too. It happened in the way most guys see other guys naked when you share a hotel room. Coming out of the shower. Or sleeping nude. Which many men do nowadays. My boss slept naked. He had told me so when he said I would be sharing a room with him. The other guys on the crew made a point to avoid the Boss when we made our way to the hotel.
I kept the attraction towards him. To myself. I worked beside him and had a great admiration of him when I was at home. I would jack-off to the countless fantasies I had of him in my head. The imagines of him were in no short supply when I touched my cock.
When I was so turned on. Horned up. When we shared a hotel room. I jacked-off and ate all my cum after I came quietly in my bed in the dark of the night. I hid the fact I stroked off to the sight of him when we were in that room. But I could not keep my hand off my cock when he was near.
It was difficult to room with him, but it was also a guilty filthy pleasure for me too.
We both are nude sleepers. But I have already told you about his.
There were many nights I would sit and watch him sleep when we were in that hotel room.
He would uncover himself from his sheets. When he got hot. And as he dreamed. I would be watching. Hoping. Anticipating a rise in his meaty cock as he snored away into the dark night. His cock would be resting lazily on his leg. I would stare. Wish. Wishing. Wishing. His cock would grow. And it did. Sometimes. It would slowly come to life. Growing bigger. And bigger. And fatter. As his dream excited him. As his cock manifested that dream into real life. It would rise and beckon me with its stiffness. And sometimes a pearl drop of his sweet cream would materialize atop his swelled cockhead. I wanted to drink it when he did this.
What would be happening in those dreams of his to cause his cock to stiffen to the epic proportions it had?
I wanted so much to take his cock into my mouth. Taste his seed. Taste him. But I did not.
I dare not.
I would dream. Myself. Fully wake. Of the day when we would finally hook-up. Fuck. Of him to fuck me. Often. I shot my load without even having to lay a single finger on my cock. As he slept on the double bed not too far from me.
My secret was all that was on my mind. Of. No one must know. No one.
I was a gay man on a job. A straight job. As perceived by those in the world around me.
I knew he would fuck me. If given the right motivation. And the chance. I only had to create the opportunity to make it happen. And I would.
I concocted a plan. Albeit. A simple one. Not a well-planned one, mind you, but the good ones usually are not. They just happen. Naturally, without any undo prompting. But sometimes a tiny push hurries the inevitable. Along.
He would catch me jacking-off while still in the shower. He would emerge and catch me doing it. Stroking. It is what I would do. And it worked. He joined me on his bed. Opposite me. And we both shot our loads. The first one onto our fur-laden stomachs. The cum a milky mess in our pubes and in our treasure trails. The next one. Which took a while longer. We shot those on the other. And then we fucked. Finally. And that third load he exploded deep into my hole. And mine went onto the sheets. And then later that night in the dark hotel room. He gave me another. A fourth load of his seed. Into my ass.
That was the start. Our start. The start.
***
He rams his cock in me. With all the strength a man of his size can muster. It pulls me back from my reminiscing of the first times to the realization that it is no longer a fantasy but a regular scheduled reality between us.
He is in the push-up position above me as he starts to pound into my ass.
His cock is swelled to it maximum, whenever he fucks me like this. In this position. He is bigger than ever.
"Your cock is huge." I tell him. In between gasps and moans. "But when you fuck me like you are working out. Doing push-ups. You are at your biggest."
"I know." He says in-between a frantic pant. "When I do push-ups at the gym. I get just as hard as I am now."
I can feel his large mushroom-shaped head with each plunge and the tiny veins that snake along as he fucks me with all his might.
He is panting. Exerting all his power through his cock as he continues with his workout-like fuck on my hole.
I squeeze my ass walls.
Which I know he likes.
Again. And again.
He bellows out as he screams.
He cums. And cums. And cums. Inside my ass. That last squeeze from me was all it took.
I can feel the wetness of the cum as it goes deep within me. I shoot my load into the sheets under me. I hate I waste my seed in this manner. But I have done so, many times.
We lay still for a moment. He is still atop me. While still inside me. We are caught up in the after-effects of a hours-long fuck.
He rolls off me and finds his way to the side of the bed. Next to me.
I turn face up from lying on my stomach.
"That was fucking nice!" I say. I am ready for more. I think.
"You always say that after I have pounded you with my cock." He says.
"Because it is." I say as I move over closer towards him in bed.
I act as if we are a couple, but I know we are not. I am always trying to snuggle and get closer to him, but I know my efforts are fruitless. He pulls back, distancing himself from me. After his load has been delivered.
He has someone. A girlfriend. I think. Or a wife. The same one he has had since I started working with him all those years ago.
He fondles himself. My Boss. His cum is a filmy residue covering his shrinking cock. But I know how to coax him back to life. We fuck more than one time when he comes over for his Saturday night visits. This was just the first one. It will only be a few minutes before he resumes his vigor on my ass. I am already squeezing my ass in preparation.
Tick-tock-tick-tock.