Me and my Man

Reconciliation

We fought.  And fought.  And fought more.  Almost from the time we split in October we found reason to fight about something.  Sometimes it was something the other said, sometimes an action one of us did. Other men were involved.  There were many angry words, there were tears, there were cries for what we used to have.  There were phone calls filled with back-and-forth accusations and cleverly crafted barbs meant to hurt the other. 

We had planned that he would come to see me in January, his first trip to my new hometown.  Untold times I would cancel on him, he would claim he would be fine on his own.  After each fight we would grit our teeth and agree to meet, only to go through the cycle again.  It got so bad that a week before he was scheduled to be in town, I said more mean things, and he really cancelled his travel arrangements.  Our outlook was bleak and neither of us knew what to do.  He could not recreate his cancelled plans, and even though we slapped a temporary fix on our problems, we had no solution to get together and figure things out.  The next time we were both available was months away, too long to survive.  We were stuck, wanting each other but with no solution to fix our fighting.   

At times I was filled with anger, but mostly with sadness and disappointment.  I longed for what we had in the past.  I knew he was worth sacrifice, that our relationship was worth the work needed to figure things out.  The weekend of our reconnection trip was looming, his original plan was to come to me Friday to Monday.  The Tuesday before I gave in, willing my pride to stand aside.  I decided to go to him, as he could no longer come to me.  He meant so much to me I was not willing to give up yet, that I wanted to see what we could do with each other in person.   It meant some personal sacrifices on my end, but it was the only solution available, the only was to make sure our spark was still between us. 

Everything led to this moment, each of us standing in front of the other, alone in the hotel room.  He looked as handsome, strong, and sexy as ever.  I was a little disheveled from my flight, but he didn’t seem to care.  Here, in this instant, there was no awkwardness, there were no mean words.  The other stupid men who got in the way didn’t matter.  The differences we had over the past two months did not exist anymore.  There were just two men, connected as we always have been, simply wanting the other as a friend, as a lover, as a man just the way he was. 

We soon found familiar ground.  We kissed, the same spark there as always has been.  As we hungrily groped at each other’s bodies, I lifted up his sweatshirt to reveal his massive chest, covered in dark hair.  He pulled mine off and instantly bent his head down to gently bite my pink nipples.  He always claims that my nipples were what first drew him to me.  I thank whoever is responsible for these that I have them, their size and color drive him wild.  As we kissed and embraced, running our hands all over each other’s bodies, I was struck by some of the little things I had missed.  His intoxicating smell, from the faintly scent of his soap as I cuddle into his neck, to the spicier aroma of his armpits that made my groin stir and reminded me that he would soon be inside me.  I was reminded of his playful smile, seeing it brought joy to me and made me smile back at him.

I could feel that he was getting hard through his jeans, I touched the edge of his cockhead through the coarse fabric.  He pulled the waistband of my sweats down, taking my briefs with them, exposing my dick and allowing my low balls to hang.  I worked to get his belt off, springing open his jeans when I did.  I reached behind him to pull his jeans and boxer briefs down, his cock immediately springing out.  I was reminded of why his cock is so beautiful, its slight upward curve and large mushroom head.  His dick is heavy, like it is about to do serious business and knows that it will bring pleasure to those who play with it.  It fits him perfectly. 

Later that night he was standing over me as I lay on my back, perched at the edge of the bed.  My legs were in the air, exposing a pink hole nestled between furry cheeks.  He stood above me, fiercely handsome like some warrior from a bygone era, his eyes bright against his dark features.  The lone source of light came from the lamp beside the bed, it was enough to show the lust written on his face.  He moved ever so slightly, and I felt the pressure of his cock against my hole.  His eyes met mine as I told myself to relax, knowing that once he was inside, he would take the pleasure that he wanted.  I felt him push in and let out a shallow breath, willing myself to relax for what came next.  As he continued sliding inside of me, I felt him press the inner ring, his engorged head making itself known through a quick flash of pain.  I held his thigh, signaling him to take it slower.  He did not heed my touch but continued in, knowing that what we both really wanted was for his entire length to be inside me.

Once he was there, he let out a groan, a sign that he had achieved something he had waited so long for.  I relaxed once he was all the way in, it was a familiar and welcome feeling, the hair on his legs meeting my skin, feeling just right.  He bent down, encasing me in his body, meeting my lips in a short but passionate kiss.  As he lifted off me, he held my legs in the position he wanted, starting to buck in and out of me as he did.  He quickly reached his normal pulse, uttering little sounds of pleasure as he did. 

I watched him as he fucked me, like a Greek god who had come to life, his every move full of passion and sex.  His broad chest covered in dark wavy hair starting to glisten with a light layer of sweat, his shoulders fixed as he pumped away, those muscled arms holding my legs to position me just as he wanted.  His eyes were hard and faraway, I knew they were focused on the feeling of his raging cock inside my hole, he had told me as much before.  He was beautiful to behold, a man in control, pounding away at me to give us both pleasure.

He took me this way for a while, giving my legs support when they got tired.  Doing what he calls “teasing the head” when he pushes and pulls his cockhead in an out of the tightest part of my hole.  He looks down at my hole as he does this, his handsome face filled with a mix of concentration and joy.  When he had taken his fill, he pulled out of me, releasing my legs to the side.

“Lay on your tummy.” He growled.

I gingerly rolled over and scooted to the center of the bed, knowing what he wanted and what was coming.  As he crawled over my body, I could feel the heat from his skin so close to mine.  When he was close to covering me completely, he stopped, lowering his head and giving me a firm bite on my shoulders.

“Aaaagggghh” I gasped as he dug his teeth in, leaving a red mark.  He stopped and kissed me where he had just marked his territory.  Immediately he moved a few inches down and bit me again, I gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure, wanted to be his, to do whatever he wanted, being his servant.  I could feel his hard cock nestled in between my ass-cheeks as he continued his onslaught, placing six bites total, three on each shoulder.  These red marks joined ones he had left earlier that night, making sure all knew that I belonged solely to him. 

He moved into position, and I reached back, guiding his stiff rod to my waiting hole.  I felt him enter and grabbed a quick sniff of poppers to open up for him.  He always fucks roughly in this position, and I wanted to be as ready as possible for what was coming.  As he pierced all the way into me, I started to feel a warmth coming from just below my hole.  I knew what was coming and if I stayed relaxed while he continued to fuck, I was in for something I had missed for a long time. 

The warmth started to spread, along with an intensity that caught my breath and made my feet start to tingle.  He prides himself on his ability to give me a prostate orgasm, as well he should.  I felt like a bystander watching as I lost control of my body and became a quivering mass only able to make small grunts and whines.  He caught what was happening and pounded me harder, which only heightened the intense feeling that had taken over my body. 

The feeling began to subside, the orgasm over.  It left me feeling weak and powerless.  He continued to fuck me, but the rhythm and position had changed, he was laying on top of me, covering me with his larger frame.  The feeling of his chest hair against my back, of his sweat against my skin, his glorious thighs against my ass all echoed intimacy we shared and how I had longed for this moment. He slowed down his rhythm, eventually stopping altogether, holding his cock inside me as we were pressed together, as close to being one person as possible. 

As he rolled off me, I moved to place my head on his shoulder, one of our familiar positions.  It was not time for him to cum, we had a whole weekend together and he had to pace himself.  We lay there for a while, relaxing, breathing each other in, talking about everything and nothing.  After a bit we got up and prepped for bed.  We lay together for a spell, play fighting, talking, trying to figure out what our future would look like.  He was different that the tall, dark, sex machine of earlier.  Now he was playful, smiling, and lighthearted.  I drifted off to sleep next to him, exulting in this time spent with him.

I woke while it was still dark, the room quiet and still.  My back was to him, the only sound his soft breathing.  I heard it stop and hoped for what was to come.  My heart skipped when I felt it, his hand on the curve of my thigh.  I knew what he wanted and what this meant.  I rolled over, meeting his lips with mine, instantly wrapped in a passionate kiss.  This did not last long; he was on a mission.

“Doggie-style, edge of the bed.” He said, no room for negotiation.

He rolled off the bed and I got into position, grabbing the lube and poppers as I did.  Once I was ready, he was on like a man possessed.  He fucked me hard, grabbing my shoulders to keep me pushed into his hard rod.  He bent me down and grabbed my wrists, forcing my head and shoulders into the bed, taking his pleasure while obliging me to do his will.  He let go of my wrists only to start spanking me, he says every time he hits me it makes his cock harder.  All of this is my pleasure to serve him, to be given this privilege.

“Move to the middle of the bed.” Another command.

As I moved, he got himself into position behind me, I was squatting just above his cock.  He was hard, full and engorged, his cock-head huge.  He pushed right into me and started a full-on assault of my hole.  I leaned forward, knowing what he was doing.  He was focused on the feeling, using it to bring him to climax, giving us what we both wanted.  He tore up my ass, my pain of no concern to him, he had given me my pleasure earlier, it was time for his now.  His fucking because more intense, the bed started to make squeaking noises, you could hear the slap of his thighs against my ass as he went harder and harder into me.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH” He gasped as he unloaded his cum into me, breeding me for the first time this visit.  He pushed down on my ass, as he always does, to hold himself up as the waves of pleasure overtook him with the cum leaving his body.  I welcomed every pulse as it entered my body, the ultimate gift he gives me, justifying my role through it. 

Afterwards he laid on top of me, keeping his cock in me as long as he could, driving the cum deep inside me.  He wiped his sweat over me, claiming me to be his as I submitted to his power, his masculinity, his person.  We cleaned off and went back to bed, the difference now was that I had part of him inside me and I smiled as fell asleep with this thought.

We had sex on and off throughout the weekend, he bred me a total of three times, allowed me to swallow his cum once, and once painted my ass crack with his white juice.  Each time I reveled in it, his orgasm being the end goal but with a lot of pleasure along the way.  On the last day, before his final breeding we were fucking with him standing on the floor, me squatting at the edge of the bed. 

“I have to pee.” He said, stopping the thrusting of my hole.

“Ok” I made moves to pull off of his cock.  He stopped me.

“I thought you had to pee.” I said

“Can I pee in you?” He asked.

I had been peed on by him many times, I had drank his pee and even shared it with others.  We had talked about this before but the situation had never worked out quite right.  I was surprised by the question but knew I had to make up my mind quickly. 

“Go ahead.” I answered.

I was perched on the edge of the bed, my shoulders down at the sheets, my ass pointed up to where he was joined to me through his cock.  For a moment he just held there, then I felt it, a warmth and fullness inside me.  He was filling me with his own urine, sharing part of himself with me in a new way.  I could feel his steam leaving his body and entering mine.  It was surreal, amazing, and bonding at the same time.  He stopped and I grabbed a nearby towel, handing it to him.

“Hold it around your dick.” I said.  As he pulled out, I tried to hold closed as I hustled to the bathroom, so full of liquid I knew it wouldn’t stay long.  I took my time cleaning everything up, man, he was full of a lot of piss.  He had more in him but finished peeing in the sink, giving me my private bathroom time. 

He told me afterwards that is felt great, a little like cumming without the intensity.  He kept talking about it all day afterwards, like he was in shock that he did it, and that I let him.  I viewed the whole thing with a measure of amusement.  Here was I, introverted, conventional, responsible, having been bred, spanked, bitten, peed in, and cum on in just a short time.  It reminded me that anything is possible with him and I am thrilled to be on this ride as his guy.

Overall we re-bonded our relationship and proved to each other that we belong together.  We never fought while together, though we discussed a lot.  We focused on what we want in the future and forged an agreement that gives us rules to play by.  He gave me a gift, something he had spent time searching out, making sure it had the right meaning.  He had one too and said we could always remember the other through it.  I was very moved; it was unexpected and his thoughtfulness and commitment caught me by surprise.  On my way home I couldn’t help but hold it, thinking of him, remembering this awesome man who gives me the freedom to be myself in the most wonderful way possible.