Warm cum quickly soaked into my shirt and pressed against my skin. My body swelled and was wracked with bursts of sexual energy that washed over every part of me in waves. The closeness of Robert flooded my brain with the feelings of longing and loneliness I had been feeling for a long time. I couldn’t recall the last time I felt the warmth of any human contact—the feeling of a connection, and feeling desired by someone who wanted me, as much as I wanted them.
Was it wrong to feel this connection to a young man? To any man? Feeling Robert next to me didn’t feel bad at all. It felt more right in the moment than anything I had felt in a long time, if ever. Robert needed shelter from the cold and the storm, and I needed to feel something and be needed and desired in return.
My heart felt heavy as I started to comprehend how deep the pit of loneliness had been weighing on me. I couldn’t verbalize it to myself, and I had no one in my life I could share it with, and now Robert was here, and for a few moments, the weight of it was gone as if it never existed.
The cum became cold against my skin, and I needed to change my shirt, but I was afraid that if I pulled away from Robert, the painful feelings would flood me once again. I took a breath and slowly pulled myself up. “I need to change my shirt,” I said as I walked across the dark room. I carefully removed the cum coated shirt, then picked up the damp towel that Robert had left on the floor after his shower, and began to wipe clean what was clinging to my chest.
I found a clean shirt, then hesitantly returned to Robert and the sofa. Would he accept me back? Would he let me hold him again? I purposely sat closer to Robert, hoping he would make the move to nestle his body once more to me. Robert didn’t move, and the familiar pang of loneliness started to creep over me like a dark, cold blanket.
“Thank you,” I said, trying to break the silence, wanting it to relax Robert so that he would return to an embrace. Nothing. “My name is Paul. I’m sorry I lied to you,” he said. “Oh, ok. Nice to meet you, Paul,” I said as if we were meeting anew.
“Thanks for um….” I said, not able to verbalize the act. I felt a flush of awkwardness even trying to talk about it. “You felt really good, and you’re a really good kisser,” Robert said, and an embarrassed warmth flooded my body once more. “You are, too,” I said. I flashed on the feeling of his lips, of his kiss, of how soft and slow it started, and how it built up in intensity. It seemed to drive my passion and ultimately my orgasm.
“We should get sleep. I don’t think the power will be on anytime soon. If you want to take the bed, I can sleep here.” I offered. “Can we share the bed?” Paul asked, his voice trembling a bit. The thought had occurred to me, but I didn’t think I could find the nerve to ask it. “Ok,” I said softly, my heart beating in my chest. Deep inside, it was what I had been hoping for.
Robert stood up first and, without hesitation, removed the oversized pair of sweatpants and T-shirt I had lent him. The candlelight made his naked form glisten, and as he turned to face me, I could see the profile of his hard cock. I was a bit taken aback by his nakedness and quickly looked away.
Nervously, I removed my pants and T-shirt and made my way toward the bed. I could feel the excitement pulse in my body, directing its energy to my quickly hardening cock. Paul reached for my underwear and lowered them to the floor. My dick sprang free as a chill of awkwardness flooded my body.
Paul pulled back the covers and slid his naked form into the bed, moving closer to the wall. Holding the blankets back, he waited for me to climb in next to him. I took a deep breath and slid onto the bed, staying to the furthest edge. Paul lowered the blankets, and the room went deafly quiet.
I lay on my back, looking up at the flickering lights dancing across the ceiling. Excitement and nervousness tangled in my mind. Paul stirred in the bed, and I held my breath waiting to see what he was going to do. To my disappointment, he rolled onto his side, with his back to me.
My face flushed with heat; I felt stupid for thinking that he was interested in me. What happened earlier was a moment of regret for him, or maybe he felt like that was what he needed to do to pay me back for taking him in. I felt a surge of irritation for how stupid I felt, and I wanted to yell. As the weight of loneliness returned, the feelings of sadness and anger washed over me.
Wallowing in my self-pity was short-lived as Paul reached back and took my hand and pulled me to him. Reluctantly, I turned my body so that I was pressed against his. Paul wriggled back so that he was nestling tightly against me, my arm draped carelessly over him.
Just as fast as I allowed myself to wallow in the pain, the sense of relief and excitement flooded my body. Paul took my hand and brought it up to his chest, holding it close. His smaller frame was warm and fit like a puzzle piece against my larger body. Paul moved himself even closer to me, and my hard dick pressed against the center of his ass. The feeling caused my dick to pulse in response. “You feel good,” Paul said softly. Paul felt incredible, but I couldn’t manage to voice the words I wanted to say.
Paul took my hand and moved it slowly over his smooth body. Over his chest, and his lean, muscled abs, and down until it came to rest on the soft patch of pubic hair. My hand touched his cock, and instinctively, I pulled away, feeling embarrassed, but Paul held it in place. I relaxed, and Paul released my hand, giving me approval to touch him.
This was the first cock I ever touched other than my own. It felt strange, but good, and different. Paul’s cock was long and not as thick as mine, but it was hard like a pipe. The skin covering it was smooth, flawless, and warm as my fingers investigated every part of it. As I moved my hand getting to know the feeling, Paul moaned and pushed back into me even harder, driving his ass against my very hard cock.
Wet seemed to drip from Paul’s cockhead, and I started to run my thumb through it and slid it over the piss slit. This seemed to excite Paul as he began to moan and pant and slide his ass against my cock as he squirmed under the attention I was paying to his hardness.
Our bodies meshed while I took pleasure in playing with Paul’s cock. I couldn’t explain the feeling of excitement I felt as I observed Paul becoming so aroused. It was a type of control, of satisfaction that I didn’t know I needed, until this moment. Paul’s cock continued to ooze the wet slippery fluid, and I continued to run it over and around the head of his dick, then sliding it down the base on one side and up the other. The motion was alien to me and somehow familiar too. It just seemed to come naturally, and Paul’s moans told me I was doing it right.
Paul took a deep breath and then stopped my hand. He didn’t say anything, but I suspected that he was close. He turned to me in bed. Even in the room lit by only candles, I could make out the look on his face. His eyes relayed a sense of fear and loneliness that mirrored my own. There was a sense of innocence, and an even more profound sense of desire and temptation.
I found contentment just looking at him and just lying there in the dark, naked under the blankets, watching him. Silent communication passed between us. No words had to be spoken to convey the thoughts that passed between us. His grey eyes seemed to flicker from the candlelight as we watched each other.
Words unspoken, we moved closer, and our lips touched once more. Like before, it was a small peck. A guiltless touch. Then they touched again. I felt the warmth of his breath on my face, and his eyes closed as our lips connected fully. I didn’t close my eyes as I had a desire to watch him. To see his passion. There was something about Paul that just felt right, but that I couldn’t understand. It felt more right than anything I had felt in forever.
I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him closer to me. Our lips and tongues intertwined in the most personal of ways. I didn’t want it to stop, or end, I wanted to feel his lips and tongue for as long as he would grant me that right to them.
Without breaking our kiss, Paul slowly moved his body on top of mine. My body engulfed his, pulling him into the deepest embrace possible. Our dicks slid alongside each other as our bodies held them tight. My hands roamed down Paul’s back, feeling his firm body. His skin was smooth and warm as my hands moved down over his firm, round ass covered in soft hair.
Paul spread his legs slightly as my fingers ran down the crack of his ass, passing over his hole. Paul began to move, gyrating his cock against mine. Precum flowed between us, making our dicks slide easily from Paul’s natural lube. Paul began to moan, and his grinding became more deliberate. My dick throbbed from the feeling of him grinding into me, and soon both of our bodies were gyrating and meshing together.
“Oh fuck,” Paul hissed, pulling his mouth from mine. His body became rigid, then a trembling wave of energy rushed through him, and then I felt warmth flow between us. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Paul moaned on the verge of incoherence as the throes of the orgasm took control of his body.
Panting, Paul’s body began to relax, and he looked into my eyes, and there was a playful grin and a sense of pure pleasure on his face. Paul’s mouth found mine, and we kissed again.
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