More Intensity Before Going Home
Was I ready? I decided I was. I nodded and ran my hand down his chest. He wrapped his arms around my torso and said, “Well, since you're on top, you get to set the speed. I'm just going to follow you.”
It made sense and I could feel the care behind it. I leaned in and we kissed with lots of tongue. I settled my body around his cock which was starting to feel like a telephone pole in my ass, but in a good way. I was sweating a little and all I could smell was heat, and wetness and the tang of our turned on state that seemed to be everywhere. It made me dizzy.
Then we kissed some more, our tongues starting to really battle it out, the feel of his mouth sending shivers all over my body. At the same time I pulled myself up, feeling his cock massage my insides, his length sliding out a bit, then I let myself drop down again, his dick stretching me, the feel of his prick filling me with flesh. So far so good. It was intense as if I was riding the edge of pain but it not actually becoming painful. I did it again. I felt a bit like I was being split in two or that his cock was about a metre long. But it wasn't actually unpleasant. It wasn't completely pleasant either, but I figured that would come.
We kept that up for a few minutes and I managed to go a little faster and Sergio started to match my movements with his, fucking up into me as I pushed down. That actually felt better. It felt amazing that he was participating, that the force I brought down met his thrusts up and it was as if I couldn't tell whose cock was fucking and whose ass was being fucked. First times are like that, aren't they? I kissed him even more urgently and I mirrored him by encircling him with my arms. We were snug together, all entwined. Our sweat was starting to take on a stronger, wild smell that filled my head and made me move faster.
As the energy increased, I felt myself – and my asshole - start to loosen up. I felt his dick move more easily so that instead of friction, it started to feel like a kind of electric caress from the inside. I couldn't help myself and I threw my head back and gasped. He laughed and kissed my neck. I was into it. I started to fuck myself down onto him even harder and he met me with a little growl, or swearing softly under his breath. I loved the feel of him exhaling into my face. Our bodies started to meet with more force, with impact. I wanted suddenly to feel like we were letting go, becoming just creatures who fuck. I leaned down and bit his neck and he moaned and slapped my ass, and fucked me harder, smacking into me with his body.
I imagined his cock drilling into me. I wanted it. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard. I said, feeling almost desperate, “Sergio....” and the rest of my sentence was me falling backwards, pulling him with me so he was on top again. I managed to say, “Just go for it. I want you to totally use me as hard as you can. I want it.”
He looked at me with almost disbelief, but when I kissed him almost violently and I grabbed both his ass cheeks, hard, he seemed to get it. He seemed to understand that I had found my inner bottom – at least that's what I decided later – and wanted to be fucked so it was actually overwhelming. I wanted to be overmastered, taken, pummelled. I stopped questioning why or how this was possible. I slid my hand into the crack of his ass as it moved, digging my fingers into his hole, imagining my own cum still there. I pulled my fingers out and brought them to his mouth and he sucked them hungrily, adjusting his hips, getting ready.
So he went for it. He pushed my legs further back so my knees were somewhere around my ears and he went into a higher gear. He started to drive his cock in and fast. I watched as he shut his eyes and concentrated, like he was trying to work out the size of the fucking universe and I could tell he was completely losing himself. I recognized it because I had done that with women. Now I was the one being fucked and it was more than a novelty. The feel of his cock thrusting into me, filling me and the smell of our bodies, almost rank and swampy, the feel or our sweat mixing together was almost unbelievable. I reached around and grabbed his gorgeous ass again, holding that meaty flesh I had fucked myself. I wanted to pull him into me as if we would become one person.
It started to hurt a little. My back, my hole, my insides, they were not used to all this energy. But at some point I had decided it didn't matter. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to own me. Like I had with him, balancing the score. I wished I could reach my cock but given our positions, I knew it was impossible. But I soon realized that the force of his body was massaging my dick between us. I could feel precum oozing out of me and it felt almost cold as if drooled onto the superheated skin of my stomach. I started to make some noise. He started to make some noise. He opened his eyes and looked right into me. Like he was hungry to see into my fucking soul. The power of his cock, and of his body, was breathtaking. I had the crazy thought that I wanted him to fuck my ass and my face at the same time. I wanted everything.
Each time he drove into me I was pushed into the bed and I gasped. The bed was thudding against the wall and I actually wanted the people in the next room to hear us, I actually wanted the people – let's say two guys – to come into our room and watch, maybe even jerk off into our faces. I wanted this to be a spectacle. I wanted so many things I couldn't keep up with them all. My knees were practically knocking into my face and my ass was on fire, but in the best possible way. I knew I would pay for this later, but at the moment I didn't care at all.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and I knew he was there. He almost yelled and I felt his body tremble and his thrusts became almost supersonic. I gasped and said, “Fuck, Sergio! Give it to me!”
And he did. I imagined a fire hose of cum filling my ass and he kept thrusting. My own cock was probably glowing. He crashed into me and I could feel his hold body trembling, imaging cum pouring deep inside me. But soon he began to slow down until he finally stopped, almost gasping for breath. I was still on top of the mountain, and he seemed to realize it. He flipped over and said, “Fuck me, Stan. Fuck me as hard as you want.”
I didn't need a written invitation. I channeled him in that moment. I reached behind me and collected as much of his cum that was oozing out of my ass as I could, digging in deep with my fingers and used it as lube.
Once my cock was coated in his cum, I sucked on my fingers. The smell of his cum was in my head, the taste of it sharp, cranking up the power of that moment. Then I wasn't gentle. I jammed myself into him and he gasped and swore but the way he pushed back I could tell it was the right thing to do. I just went with it. I fucked hard and fast with short thrusts, using his hips for stability. I ran one hand up his smooth, strong back and looked down at my cock driving into him, his beautiful, firm cheeks enveloping my prick that was shiny with his cum.
It didn't take long. No way. I was so excited I could hardly think. I slammed into him a few more times and then I was there. I felt my cock swell, then explode and I could feel my cum hosing his insides, as wave after wave of the most amazing pleasure I had felt in years took over my body. I shut my eyes tight and let it take me over. It felt like my cock shot about ten times and I couldn't breathe as if it pulled all the oxygen out of my body.
And then, suddenly, I was done. I was spent. I stopped, trying to remember how to breathe and then I fell backward onto the bed, my cock slipping out of him. He turned immediately and did something else that surprised me. He got down and started to suck my cock clean, using lots of suction and tongue. It almost felt too much, but I let him because I could tell he was into it. I was learning his little interests and I was happy to oblige them.
But then he was done as well. He pulled himself up and put his head on my chest, breathing heavily. We were sweaty and hot. The aroma in the air was complicated and delicious. We were exhausted and spent. I kissed his head and he turned up and we kissed more, then more again. I felt like I could kiss him for the next hour. But I think the intensity was taking a toll. I lay back and stared at the ceiling, letting the energy slowly drain from my body. My ass was sore and wet, and my cock was almost aching from all the powerful feelings it had just been through. My lips were raw.
I wasn't sleepy so much as empty and not in a bad way. We must have lain there for quite some time. I realized I had dozed for a while because when I opened my eyes, the light had dimmed and I could tell the afternoon was waning. Sergio was asleep, his head still on my chest. There was the slightest bit of drool coming from his mouth onto my chest. Adorable.
I shifted and pulled my arm out from under him since it had gone to sleep. He moaned and opened his eyes. He looked at me for a second, then slowly a grin appeared on his face. He kissed my chest then said, “That was fantastic.”
I smiled and said, “Yeah. It was. But my ass hurts.”
He looked guilty but said, “It'll pass. It won't always hurt like that.”
I looked at him with mock surprise, “So there's going to be a next time?”
His answer was to kiss me. What else could he say?
But it was getting close to dinnertime, so we dragged ourselves to the shower and spent some time washing off all the sweat and cum. I love showering with people I've just fucked. It's amazing. We kissed some more, but our cocks were resolutely soft as if we had burned away all our sexual energy.
He dressed while I went to my room and found some clothes. Tonight was another dinner, but no fancy clothes were required. Apparently there was to be some karaoke. I wondered what a bunch of drunken guys would be like singing cheap pop music.
I got out of my room and went to his. He looked great, as usual. He had tight jeans and a really silky shirt. I had always liked Sergio's clothes sense. I could learn a thing or two. We kissed again since apparently we hadn't had enough yet, then went left the room. Where we ran into Frank and his boyfriend.
I was a bit nervous, but Sergio seemed all serene and friendly. They even hugged. The boy's name was James and he was an accountant of all things. I wouldn't have guessed that in a million years. We chatted and I relaxed and I could tell Frank was checking me out. As if he was seeing if I was worthy or some shit like that. I wanted to say, I have an ass full of your ex-boyfriend's cum, so too fucking bad for you. Idiot.
But we got in the elevator and managed some civil small talk. I was glad for Sergio that he seemed so relaxed and was not bothered at all. I couldn't have cared less about Frank.
At dinner, Sergio didn't hold back. He kept stroking my back and holding my hand. It was really nice. I couldn't help but compare this with Natalie. She had done similar things, but again, this felt different. Like we were truly equals. So I did it back. I even kissed him in front of everyone at one point when he was looking particularly adorable.
Like I said, it's not like Sergio actually looked different than he had for the last decade. No way. It was the fact that I was seeing him differently. As someone I was totally into. That feeling I knew. I was falling for him, there was no mistake about it. Falling for a guy I already liked and respected. Falling for a guy I had never once imagined being attracted to. There you go. Life is fucking amazing, isn't it?
So I got up and did some karaoke. It's not like I had a choice and everyone cheered. Then Sergio and I did a duet. I can't even remember what it was. Yeah and by that point I was a little drunk. But it was fun. And everyone could see that what at first had been just a joke – the part where we were boyfriends – was actually not a joke at all. And Sergei's family just went with it. It's not like I was a stranger to them so this change didn't really make any difference to them. I was still part of the family only now Sergio and I were...I don't know...becoming a unit?
At one point Carlos came up to me and gave me a big hug. More than just a bro hug, a real hug. He whispered in my ear. “Stan, I'm so fucking happy for you two. I've been watching and you two are – I don't know – beautiful together. I'm still really surprised, but I'm also really happy. I want only the best things for you two.”
So I pretty much started to cry at that point. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I imagined that Sergio would say even nicer things soon, but at that point it was the nicest. I kissed his cheek and said, “Thanks Carlos. That means the earth to me. I guess I'm really part of the family now.”
He pushed me back and looked me straight in the eye. “No, idiot. You've been part of the family for years. This is just icing. We all love you.”
Whether or not it was the alcohol or the post-sex glow I was in, I really did cry a little. Carlos looked pretty moved himself and we stood there just looking at each other, amazed at our friendship that had in that moment gotten even deeper.
We went back to our table and sat down. Sergio could tell we had just had an intense moment and he very sweetly didn't say a word. He was even more attractive in that moment, if that was possible.
At around one in the morning, Sergio was clearly fading, so I took him back to my room and we dumped our clothes on the floor and crawled into bed. No sex. Just lying there, holding each other. I slept better than I had in ages.
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Manchester was cool and rainy. Big surprise. At the airport Sergio and I stood with our bags and suddenly I felt unsure. Like what was supposed to happen now? He saw my distress and said, “Stan, get a grip. You go home and sleep and I'll do the same. When we've recovered from – I have to say it – the worst jet lag I have ever had, we'll go out for dinner. Simple. You'll come to my place afterward and I'll fuck you silly. Or we'll go to yours and do the same. Make sense?”
I looked at him gratefully. Nothing was going to change. I guess that's what I was afraid of. That we would get home and I would discover that this had all been a dream and now reality would set in. But no. It was a new reality.
So I went home to my flat and put some laundry on, made some tea, drank half a cup and fell into bed.
That was Wednesday, April 29. The date is somehow burned into my head. It felt like my life really started on that date. I had to be back at the school on Friday to teach teenagers how to kick a ball. Then teach a math class I hadn't prepared for. But I knew it would be fine. On Saturday morning Sergio called me as I was slurping down a big coffee. The jet lag was still sucking away my brain, but hearing his voice cheered me up. I immediately said, “I miss you!”
I heard him laugh and he said, “Me, too. Why don't we go to La Ronde at six.”
I knew the restaurant. It was popular with the Manchester Arenas's and I had been there many times with various combinations of them. Also with Natalie, but we won't talk about that. She, according to Carlos, did not want to hear from me. Ever. Fair enough. I still felt guilty and I knew that I should. I hurt her and even though I wouldn't change a thing about what happened afterward, I would also have to accept that I caused her pain.
I finished my laundry, had a nap, showered and then made my way to the restaurant. I walked in and he was the first thing I saw in the room of people: all neat and groomed and gorgeous. He stood up and it was as if I hadn't seen him in months. I was suddenly so happy. I threw my arms around him and held him for a moment, smelling his Sergio smell. He kissed me and we sat down. He said, “See? That wasn't so hard now was it?”
I knew what he meant. It wasn't hard to be with him out in the real world, not just in a South Pacific paradise. I realized I would have to get used to people I knew seeing us together. In fact, I suddenly thought, I had a list of people who needed to know that my life was different now than it was before I got on that plane to Vanuatu. Quite different.
We had a nice meal and talked easily. As we always did. That was the other thing. Nothing really had changed. We could still talk the way we had been for years. The only difference was we would be sleeping together. More and more, I hoped.
So yeah, after dinner we went to his place. A place I had been countless times before. A place that already was comfortable to be in. We were already entwined in each other's lives. Only now we were also entwined in other ways.
On that note, when we got into his flat we didn't bother with pouring drinks or putting on music. We started kissing the second we got in the door. He managed to pull me into his bedroom and we quickly tossed our clothes to the floor. But once in bed it felt more relaxed, less frantic than before.
He kissed my chest a bunch, licking my nipples, stuck his tongue in my navel, running his hands over my stomach as he licked the head of my cock. He slowly worked his tongue down the shaft and then back up, fondling my balls the whole time. He ran his tongue over them before taking my whole cock in to his throat and let me jam it into him a few times. He lifted his head off and squeezed the shaft from bottom to top until big, luscious blobs of precum gushed out which he collected on his tongue and brought to my mouth in a big, wet kiss. He went back to my cock and did it again, his warm mouth caressing, his tongue running all over the place on the shaft. I ran my hand through his thick hair and put my legs around his back.
We switched positions and he straddled my face and I let him fuck my mouth again, something I was really learning to enjoy. I squeezed his cock after he had jammed in my throat a few times, and watched a big stream of precum ooze out. He's a very runny boy when it comes to precum. I let it drool out and dribble onto my tongue and said, “You want this?” He leaned down and sucked my tongue, then we kissed for a while, tasting our juices between us.
But I wanted more. I push my way up and he fell onto his back. Then I kissed his chest and bit his nipples really gently, loving the sounds he was making and feeling his hips buck every time my teeth pressed into his taut flesh. He smelled like soap and sex and Sergio all mixed together. I kissed his neck and then our lips met again more fiercely, our teeth hitting each other, followed by our tongues.
I leaned back and looked at his amazing handsome face. I said, “I want you to fuck me really slowly this time. Take as long as you need. I want it to last.”
So he did. He lubed everything up and this time got behind me while I was lying on my side, but twisted my torso backward so we could kiss at the same time. It was the best kind of yoga. He pushed his hips forward and guided his cock to my hole and very slowly, very firmly, pushed himself into me. It hurt a little, but like he said, not as much. Once he was fully in he wrapped his arms around my chest and began to fuck me. Gently but insistently. And it did seem to take hours and I loved it.
We kissed, although it was not as easy at that angle, but he licked my neck, he twisted my nipples, he helped my jerk my cock in time with his movements and maybe it was an hour or ten minutes, but at one point, out of nowhere, I felt a ridiculous blast of pleasure go through my cock while he was stroking me, and my whole body caught fire and like a little hose, long spurts of cum sailed out of my cock and all over the bed. I started laughing it felt so good.
And right after, he whispered in my ear, “I want my cum in your mouth...is that ok?”
My answer was to pull away from him, feeling his dick slide out of me and he got up and straddled my face again, jerking fast. He threw his head back suddenly and leaned forward, pushing his cock into my mouth just as some big dollops of cum burst out onto my tongue and then I closed my mouth around his cock and it kept coming, gush after gush which I swallowed, moaning around his cock. He tasted like the most amazingly unknowable thing: sharp and salty and sweet and about ten other things. I swallowed happily.
He slid down and we held each other, our soft, wet cocks all entwined, our faces really close. His breath on my face felt like the nicest thing I had ever felt. We slept and fucked again in the early hours of the morning, this time me pounding him from behind, filling his ass with what felt like a gallon. We slept some more, then he let me suck his cock at around nine the next morning, and I managed to swallow a surprising amount of cum. Our bodies must have been completely dehydrated by then, but it was so amazingly fun. How could we stop? We stayed in bed most of the day, only getting up to go out for fish and chips, then back to bed for round two.
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I got home early Monday morning to find some clothes before I went to work, imagining standing there teaching a roomful of boys while thinking only about Sergio. I called him at lunchtime and said, “My ass is still sore.”
He laughed and said, “Don't blame me. But I'm glad. That way all you'll be able to think about it me fucking you, Stan.”
I almost pulled my cock out right there in my empty classroom. Obviously I didn't. But we made a plan to get together later in the week. Making plans with the person you want to see all the time feels so good, doesn't it?
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