Recap from previous chapters: Knowing Julian was leaving town for a business trip, Jack summoned Richard to meet him at The Junction the night he’d left. Only hours after Julian departed for Chicago, Richard found himself with Jack at the bar where Richard and Julian had met years before and where Julian had launched their ill-conceived three way.
Both tops, Richard and Jack sparred for control, but before long they were in Richard’s bed engaging in the most explosive coupling in either of their long sexual histories. Richard bottomed for Jack, knowing he would make it reciprocal. After what may have been the most meaningful sex of their lives, they drifted off to sleep experiencing something neither had in weeks: peace.
A Few Hours Later
Richard awoke feeling cum dripping from his hole and Jack holding him so tight in his sleep it was as if he were afraid Richard would escape. Laying there, Jack’s rigid cock was nestled in his sticky crack and smiled to himself. ‘I’m a top’ he thought, ‘that should be my cock up his ass.’ Nonetheless, it felt right.
Last night’s experimental bottoming session left Richard wanting more, MUCH more. As he was being fucked, Jack’s groans fueled Richard. The pleasure he was feeling was indescribable, but gratifying Jack took it to another level. He wanted more and he couldn’t wait. And this time, he’d show Jack the magic he had discovered just a few hours earlier. He pried himself loose and slid down Jack’s brawny torso so his cock was inches from his face. Under the blankets, he inhaled the headiness of what had transpired a few hours ago; the overwhelming scent of cum, spit, sweat, and his own funk was like ambrosia. It smelled like man-on-man sex, and even better, it was theirs. They’d created it; they owned it. And Richard couldn’t get enough.
He nestled between his legs and began with his Jack’s balls, long, slow, lingering licks. Jack attempted to feign sleep, but his soft moaning exhale gave him away. Knowing he was awake to enjoy it, Richard went in harder, swallowing him whole, with Jack responding by placing his hands on his head and guiding him slowly. Richard remained tucked between Jack’s legs, devouring his cock. His world had been turned upside down, and he’d never been more blissfully happy. “Good boy…” Jack whispered as he ran his fingers through his hair, guiding him gently, sending chills up and down Richard’s body. He’s never been in this position before, literally or figuratively, pleasuring another man like this and being rewarded by being called ‘good boy’. And coming from Jack, it was life-changing.
Things quickly escalated and Jack plunged himself deep down Richard’s throat. Richard quickly learned he had an aggressive gag reflex, but was resolved to taking Jack, so he powered through it. And it was worth it. Every time Jacks’s cock slid down his throat, Jack cried out, “Fuck…Richard…FUCK!!!” Losing control, Jack pulled Richard’s head even more deeply into his crotch and exploded down his gullet. Richard desperately wanted to hold him there, but he needed air, and didn’t want to miss the taste of Jack on his tongue. Jack blew a load that could’ve fed an army filling Richard’s mouth and covering his face. Loving every second of this, Richard suckled Jack’s softening cock until the very last pulse, making sure not a drop was lost. When the time came, Richard made sure he’d saved a bit of the reward in his mouth and climbed back up to deliver to Richard his still hot jizz. The kiss was romantic, fulfilling, and extraordinarily erotic.
“That was so fucking hot”, they both said at the same time and laughed.
But Richard hadn’t cum; his night was just beginning. “You’re not done…not by a long shot, Big Guy,” Richard said as he circled Jack’s hole with his cum-lubed fingers.
Without warning, he flipped Jack onto his stomach, slid down between his legs and lunged for his hole like a starving man. Jack instinctively arched his back to give Richard clear access to his hole. “Oh.. fuck…that feels so good…” Jack rasped and he hiked his knees up to even better expose his prize. By now, Richard was slobbering over Jack’s hole, remembering how Jack had prepped him a few hours earlier. He wanted Jack’s hole ready as his was to give him the same experience Richard had. Half fear, half anticipation, Jack asked, “Sexy man, are you prepping me?”
Richard momentarily pulled his tongue out of Jack’s hole to answer, “You showed me something last night I never knew existed. Now it’s your turn to learn. And I promise to be as gentle as you were.”
Jack took a deep breath and said, “Stop a minute, I have a confession”, Jack said, seeming to tremble. “I’ve never bottomed before.”
Richard wasn’t entirely shocked. but never? That was something altogether unexpected. He smiled and whispered, “So, I’m taking the Big Guy’s cherry?”
“Fuck you,” Jack growled.
“Sorry, Jack. It’s fuck you”, he smiled.
Richard slowly climbed up so to on top of Jack so his cock nestled, gently in his crack, resting on, but not in his hole, and whispered in his ear, “How does that feel?” he asked.
“Nice,” Jack exhaled.
“Stay with me now”, Richard purred. I promise I won’t hurt you.
He replied, “I trust you, man. But do I have a choice?”
“Not really Big Guy”, and slid his cock up and down Jack’s crack to let him know what was on its way.
And so it began. The lessons Jack had taught him earlier paid rich dividends. Richard had paid close attention to everything Jack did to make his nearly first time not only tolerable, but pure ecstasy.
Richard spit into his hand a number of times to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Jack and then raised himself into the plank position over Jack. “Raise your hips back up, just a bit.” He reached for the lube that was within reach (just to make sure) and squirt an ample amount on his cock and fingers and began to massage Jack’s hole. He hadn’t even entered him yet, and Jack was responding with soft, disbelieving moans. “And it gets even better, just wait…” Richard assured him.
“One finger” he warned before he slowly penetrated him. “Fuck….just leave it there…yeah, right there”, Jack moaned as he relaxed into the feeling. Richard took the opportunity to search for his g-spot inside him and found it quickly. Jack tightened up, “Of my fucking god…” he moaned.
“You like that, Big Guy?” he sneered.
“Fuck yeah….keep going, Sexy Man,” Jack replied and he started to pump into Richard’s finger. “I want to see what’s next.”
What was next was two fingers, slow, methodical, with plenty of time for his hole to stretch with the fingers. Then three, with Richard paying even more attention to Jack’s prostate. “Can we just do this for the rest of the night? It feels SO fucking good.” Jack whimpered.
“I’m just getting started”, Richard replied, and slowly withdrew his three fingers. “Ass in the air”, he reminded Jack.
Jack dutifully arched his back to expose his hole, knowing what was about to experience something he’d steadfastly avoided for 30+ years of sex. But he knew he was in good hands. He felt the hard tip of Richard’s cock at his point of entry and Richard put words to precisely what was going through Jack’s mind, ”Relax….relax….relax…”. Fortunately, Jack’s hole and Richard’s cock were covered in spit and lube, making the penetration less traumatic than Jack had expected. Once his dam was breached, Richard stopped there, just as Jack had. He was only about an inch in, but the sensation Jack felt was incredible.
“You OK down there, Big Guy?” Richard whispered.
“Fuck yeah, Sexy Man,” Jack smiled. “Gimme a minute to catch up and then show me what you got.”
Richard was tempted to take him up on his offer and ram it up his ass, but knew better. He wanted Jack’s experience to be as life-changing as his. He saw a future for the two of them and wanted to make sure tonight wasn’t a one-and-done.
He slid in further, Jack groaned, then relaxed his hole. Richard began to do what Jack had done so expertly earlier. And before long they had achieved the same rhythm they had when Jack was on top…push—pain—soul bearing surrender, push—pain—surrender, push—pain—surrender until Jack could feel the hair on Richard’s balls tickle his taint. Fully penetrated, Richard remained unmoved until he could feel Jack completely relax and unclench, Richard wrapped his hands around him even tighter from behind and whispered loudly in his ear, “You made it Big Guy. You’re a pro. I took your cherry. Now the fun really starts…”
“Bring it on, Sexy Man”, Jack egged him on.
Richard slowly withdrew his cock from his tight hole almost to the point of pulling out completely, every centimeter of friction sending electricity through Jack. “Oh…my….fucking…god…” he repeated over and over and over. “Did I feel this good inside you?” he asked with a smile.
“You sure did, Big Guy,” Richard replied. “This is merely payback.”
“Richard?” Jack asked as he was now pushing back into him, only slightly more quickly than when he withdrew. “Promise me something.”
“What’s that Big Guy?”
“Promise me you’ll never stop. I want your cock in me, just like it is right now, for the rest of time.”
“Interesting, coming from a guy who’s never bottomed before.” Richard gloated.
“You’re that good, Sexy Man.”
Something remarkable had been happened. Two men, both committed tops, had shown one another the extraordinary pleasure of submitting to another. Neither had any idea of the intense gratification of the sensation itself nor the surrender it represented. The trust it required, the courage it demanded, the vulnerability it exposed.
“Take me, NOW!”, Jack, ever in charge, commanded.
Richard said nothing. He pulled out faster than ever and then plunged in faster yet. Jack cried out, half in pain, half in unexpected exultation. “Fuck me man, fuck me even harder. Breed me, breed your boy,” he growled, unable to cope with the intensity of the moment.
Richard, who hadn’t cum since earlier, was already dangerously close. He had to slow it down. His instincts took over. He wanted more and wouldn’t deny himself. He aggressively pulled out, aggressively flipped Jack onto his back and threw his ankles over his shoulders. Like a madman, he grabbed his throat as if to choke him, pinched his jaw with his fist to force his mouth open, and spit into his mouth. Peering directly into his eyes, he sneered, “I own you, Big Guy”.
“Yes, you do, Sexy Man”, Jack croaked. “Fuckin’ take me. NOW.”
That was Richard’s permission—although he knew he didn’t need it—to ram his cock into Jack with such force it made the room shake. And unlike last time, he didn’t let Jack adjust, he pulled back and rammed him even harder. And harder. And even harder.
Their eyes never left one another’s so Richard, who was pure animal by this time, would’ve relented if Jack were being hurt. But the look in Jack’s eyes wordlessly conveyed, “Keep fucking me; we both need this.”
Jack wailed with every thrust, clearly having never experienced anything so feral. So animalistic. So humbling, yet so empowering. But when Richard knew it was time, he shrieked, “Ready for me, Big Man?”
Barely able to speak he choked out the words, “Breed me, sir. You own me.”.
Richard lost all control, roared like the lion he had become, and exploded, filling Jack’s stretched out cavity with a volcanic lava flow. Jack felt the heat reach up to his intestines, possibly beyond. Jack was right there too, jerking his own cock with such force that he shot past his face, despite having cum twice already that night.
They stayed there, panting. Sweating. Richard’s sweat dripping onto Jack’s face; Jack savoring every drop. Richard stayed inside Jack for as long as he could. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted to fulfill Jack’s plea from earlier to have his cock in him for the rest of time.
But the two rabid animals succumbed to biology and Richard finally collapsed down onto Jack. They reveled in the second round of sweat, spit, lube and cum. Richard rolled off Jack and scooped him in his arms, the way Jack had done earlier after fucking Richard.
It wasn’t a contest, but they were even. They each succumbed to bottoming for the first, or at least the first meaningful time, in their lives. They each experienced the extraordinary physicality of the experience, as well as the psychological reward of surrender. To say the experience was life changing wasn’t an exaggeration.
Richard pulled big, burly Jack into his arms like a rag doll and pushed his face into his neck as if to say, “We’re safe with each other.” And Jack didn’t hesitate to nuzzle into Richard, as if he understood, and agreed with Richard’s sentiment.
They fell asleep with remarkable speed. The consummation of their unrequited longing for one another had exhausted them.
They slept soundly until about 9 Saturday morning, still in each other’s arms, once again, afraid to let go of the other. The hardness of their cocks was difficult to ignore, and they were both seconds away from becoming the animals they were a few hours ago.
Having abandoned his ‘all-top-all-the-time’ mentality, Jack began to slide down Richard’s body to treat him to a morning blow job, but Richard stopped him and pulled him back up. “Wait. Last night was fucking amazing. I want to spend the week fucking, but before we do anything, we’ve gotta’ talk about Julian. He’ll be back in eight days and I’ll owe him an explanation.”
Jack looked up into his eyes, and, deadly serious, he responded, “I have every intention for your ‘explanation’ to include me.”
And without waiting for Richard to respond, he slid back down his body and began to give Richard the most extraordinary blow job of his life.
To be continued…
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