Encounter In The Park

As the old saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt. If there was a person on the planet who knew the true meaning of this adage, it was Terence. Six months before, he made the biggest mistake of his life. In an Isaac Hayes version of a Bill Withers song, ‘Ain’t No Sunshine,’ there is an improvised line, ‘I lost the best thing I ever had.’ Terence had done that and Byron was his name.

Byron was the most giving and affectionate person one would ever meet. Terence, coming from an emotionally repressed background, never quite understood Byron’s uninhibited approach to people and life in general. To his shame, Terence was often rude and hurtful towards Byron.

The sadness in Byron’s beautiful eyes haunted Terence’s memories when they broke up, after having been together for a year. Byron simply left a note in Terence’s apartment explaining; that he had had enough and was moving on. Terence realized that he had been a fool and rued the torment he had put Byron though. After several warnings, Terence had become complacent and didn’t believe that Byron would actually go. After all, things had always been brilliant in the bedroom. Regrettably for Terence, however, sex only accounts for a very small portion of one’s daily life.

Byron covered his tracks exceptionally well in anticipation of the bust-up. A change of employment and phone number orchestrated his evaporation from Terence’s life. Byron simply disappeared without a trace. As all their friends had essentially been Terence’s friends, so there was no real problem in this regard. Thomas, Byron’s best friend, was not Terence’s favourite person and no channel of communication, therefore existed, with Thomas, effectively closing Terence’s the last avenue of inquiry.

Apart from having the most affable nature, Byron was a beacon of exquisiteness in a world of ordinary looking people. What made his magnificence even more incredible was that he seemed totally unaffected by his physical beauty. His shyness, at the mention of his looks, was always genuine and further enhanced everyone’s respect towards him.

With Byron gone, Terence’s sex life had become second rate and sexual encounters with other partners seemed meaningless. The passion that Terence had always enjoyed with Byron had completely vanished, and Terence often dwelled on the first night that he and Byron had made love.

Early one Sunday morning Terence again sat recalling how Byron’s lithe perfection had always blown him away. As his reverie commenced he recalled their former interactions.

***

“Terry, please make love to me,” Byron exclaimed.

“Jesus, you smell so good baby,” Terence replied, as he fondled and kissed Byron.

With their hands frantically caressing one another, Byron began moving downward before eventually resting on his knees. Terence then felt Byron’s warm breath as Byron’s moist lips began to suckle on Terence’s balls. Byron moved from one ball to the other, popping them in and out of his mouth in a leisurely manner, while his fingers stroked Terence’s thick shaft. When Byron began licking Terence’s dick head, Terence moved his hands from his sides and placed them on Byron’s head. The intensity of Terence’s grasps escalated, as more and more of his cock was consumed.

Pulling Byron’s head firmly onto his knob, Terence began to groan with pleasure as Byron revealed his oral skill. As the face-fucking got into a steady rhythm with the ins and outs, punctuated by holding and the allowing for air, their oral play ambled on. 

When Terence later announced that he was getting close, Byron signalled his desire by firmly clamping onto Terence’s backside. Terence was a gusher of note and when he sprayed his load Byron almost gagged on the abundance of spunk filling his mouth. Byron, however, remained calm and savoured the salty cream. Byron continued sucking and licking afterward as if in a religious trance. Terence was delighted by the ardent worshiped and sighed with unabashed pleasure.

Thereafter, as Terence pulled Byron’s body upward, Terence gently pushed Byron backward onto the bed before kneeling at the end of the bed in a reciprocal gesture. Terence now began blowing Byron. As Byron whimpered, Terence’s hands explored the beautiful torso before him. Byron’s writhing turned Terence on unbelievably and as he sucked on Byron’s cock, his own dick began to stiffen again. 

Not long after, Byron squealed with delight as his jizz began flowing in Terence’s mouth. 

‘Fuck me,’ thought Terence, ‘even his cum tastes sweat.’

When Terence looked upward into Byron’s lovely eyes, Byron implored, “I want you inside me, Terry.”

Turning Byron over and moving up on the bed, Byron’s opened legs invited Terence in a welcoming gesture. As Terence placed his hands on the most beautiful buns he had ever seen, he commenced parting them. Moving in, Terence immediately began to lick the object of wonder before his tongue began prodding. Byron’s body then trembled with delight as Terence orally speared Byron’s butt. 

The murmurs from Byron turned in to groans of satisfaction as Terence pushed his tongue ever deeper, with increasing urgency. 

“Please,” Byron began begging, “Please fuck me, Terry… please, Terry… I can’t wait any longer.”

Racing up Byron’s body Terence placed his cock head on Byron’s hole and started nudging, opening the entrance of the welcoming warren. There was no resistance, only the embracing warmth that hugged his rapacious knob. The intruding cock was clamped on greedily as Byron’s arse lips sheathed the conquering invader, frantically massaging Terence’s dick.

When Terence began to thrust rhythmically, groans turned to gasps of enchantment from Byron. Byron’s wriggled his hips, enhancing their dance of love as his sphincter began pulling and pushing on Terence’s knob. Byron’s skill was beyond imagination. Terence had never before experienced this level of sensuality from anyone. Terence’s body was literally shuddering when his second load buttered Byron’s manhole. 

*** 

Awaking from his reverie, Terence decided to take a Sunday drive to clear his mind. After a twenty minute drive, he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. He had never been in this suburb before. Driving past a neat park, he decided to stop his car and take a walk. As he strolled he observed a figure seated on a bench. The person he saw was reading a book.

As he neared the figure his heart almost skipped a beat. Fuck! It was Byron. When Terence was a few feet away from the bench, Byron looked up at him. There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence before Terence said, “Hi, Byron.”

Smiling, Byron replied, “How are you, Terry.”

“Fine… Do you mind… if I join you?” Terence stammered.

Byron momentarily glanced down at the space on the bench next to him, before looking up and awkwardly answering, “No, not at all… have a seat.”

Again, there was a short silence before they started chatting. For the next few minutes, their superficial chitchat encompassed the weather and a few more inconsequential topics. When another pause followed, Terence asked, “How are you enjoying your new job?”

Replying positively, Byron cleverly did not mention the name of the company that he worked for or the service the company offered.

Terence then cited that he still worked for the same company before saying, “I’ve really missed you, Byron.”

With a rueful smile, Byron replied, “We were great lovers but shit companions, Terence.”

“Yeah, I was a real arsehole,” Terence replied.

Byron smiled and shrugged, offering no reply. Looking at his watch, Byron then mentioned that he had better get on his way, explaining that his old buddy, Thomas had invited him for lunch.

“How is Thomas?” Terence asked.

With a wry smile, Byron replied, “Well.”

“Listen… before you go… can I take you out to dinner some time? … No strings attached.” Terence implored.

Byron observed him for a few moments, before saying, “Okay… that’ll be cool, but understand, it’s only dinner.”

“Great! … What’s your number? … I’ll give you a call next week,” Terence anxiously countered.

Byron recited his number after which his phone rang.

“Don’t answer, it’s just me making sure that I’m not dyslexic,” Terence affirmed.

As Byron began to walk away Terence called out, “send Thomas my regards.”

Terence remained seated on the bench, recalling the first weekend that he and Byron had gone away together after a few months into their relationship after a friend had gifted them the use of his log cabin that he owned in the mountains.

***

“This place is awesome,” Byron enthused excitedly.

The cabin was fantastic. In front of a huge and well-stocked fireplace, there was an enormous thick woollen rug. Terence had a premonition that they would be spending most of the weekend on that rug and he was correct. After a quick lunch, Terence and Byron were soon romping naked on the mat. 

“Please fuck me, Terence,” Byron softly implored.

Byron pulled his legs back in an inviting gesture with his eyes alive with lust. In horny overload and with the beautiful sight before him, Terence dispensed with his normal gentle approach to entry and slammed his cock into Byron, who yelped like a bitch in heat. 

“Yes… yesss… fuck yes, Terence, fuck the hell out of me.” 

Terence could not believe how animalistic his behaviour was, as he literally thumped into Byron like a jackhammer. Amazingly, Byron loved it and kept begging Terence to up the ante. When Terence was about to cum, Byron was tugging on his own dick with such ferocity that they were able to coordinate their thunderous spunk spewing climax.

Maybe it was something in the mountain air because their libidos were taken to an extreme new level, during their stay. Before they left, they had a hard time cleaning all their jizz off the lovely woollen carpet. 

*** 

Terence waited until Thursday before phoning Byron. Terence could sense a slight reluctance in Byron’s demeanour, but Byron finally agreed to meet at one of their former favourite restaurants the following evening.

Terence was excited and hopeful but kept telling himself to play it cool. The dinner went well and conversation flowed fairly easily. Over dessert, Terence decided to up the stakes and brace the subject they had both skirted around. Terence launched into a litany of how he had fucked-up and poured out his soul about how he missed Byron.

Byron observed him quietly and finally spoke after coffee was served. “It won’t work Terry, it never did.”

“Hear me out Byron,” Terence said smiling bashfully.

“Please... I’m not asking you to move back in with me again, I’ve already put you through enough shit.” Terence declared, before continuing, “But you are the hottest lover I ever had and I cannot live without your passion. Fuck, bro, I cannot make love anymore. Please help me, for fuck’s sake!”

Byron started laughing. “So… are you suggesting we should become fuck-buddies?” ,he asked quizzically, still chuckling.

“Sure, and the best part is that before the rude monster appears, you can leave me in my misery.” Terence replied with an impish grin. Mockingly, he then added, “Unless… unbeknownst to me, I’m actually a shit lover.”

Giggling Byron answered with a wry smile, “Actually… the bedroom was the one place where you were totally exceptional.”

“So… let’s improvise. Why allow my personality disorder to get in the way of a good fuck?” Both men then broke out in raucous laughter.

Arriving at Terence’s home later Byron took a look around. “Looks like nothing has changed,” he announced with a lifted eyebrow.

“Actually… if you look carefully… you will notice that there’s one thing missing from the bedroom,” Terence answered with a repentant smile.

After entering the bedroom Byron looked around bewildered before asking, “What’s missing?”

With a remorseful chuckle, Terence answered, “My beautiful ex-lover… naked and ready for me on the bed.”