Getting Deep Into Nate
My birthday was coming up, and my wife asked me what I wanted. I told her what she wanted to hear and decided to keep what I really wanted to myself. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t understand.
When I left the bathroom and Nate followed me, I almost let him veer off before I gave in, turned to him, and gave him an awkward smile. I don’t usually fess up, but this felt like one of those times when I should. For some reason I felt a little connection with Nate, like a kindred spirit, so I went with my gut and told him the truth.
“I was a bit scared and deleted your number, but later regretted it. I’m sorry,” I said.
He did this thing where he stroked his chin for a while, squinted his eyes almost shut, then fixed me with a cheesy grin. “Sounds to me like you need to make it up to me.”
I laughed. “Sure. I’ll happily suck your dick.”
He watched me with a secret in his eyes. “I was thinking more like fucking that hot, tight ass of yours actually.”
I laughed again. I knew he was serious, and we joked a little. Then he realized something.
“Wait, so I’d be your first?” he said, laughing.
By this point we had walked halfway through the park, and it’s a big park.
“I’m not sure it’s my thing,” I lied. I’d been watching a few videos that ended with fucking, and I wondered what it was like to do both, but the size of Nate’s dick scared me.
“I have an idea. No pressure, but how about you come to my place when my wife is away for the weekend in a couple of weeks. We can have a few drinks, relax a bit, and give it a shot?” he asked, waiting on my answer.
I liked the idea and told him I’d consider it. He gave me his number again and made me give him mine. When he promised he wouldn’t send me suggestive texts in the middle of the night and that he would be discreet, I agreed. Before I’d even gotten far from him, he sent me a text to confirm he had the right number.
As we rounded a bend to a section that overlooks a lake, we were surrounded by thick brush. He paused, and I assumed he was going his own way.
Instead of leaving, he walked into the brush where there was a worn path. I stood on the main trail and stared, not sure if he was going to pee or what.
Nate turned and watched me, as though waiting. When I took one step toward him, he disappeared into the bushes. I quickly checked around me, and nobody was there, so I ducked into the brush and followed him.
There was a spacious area hidden from the trail. It was like a little room covered in leaves. I looked around, shocked that such a spot even existed.
It didn’t surprise me that Nate knew about it.
As I stepped in, he stood there with a big grin, his dick hanging out through his zipper.
I started to smile, but he stepped forward, warm arms closing around me. His chest pressed against mine as he pulled me in, and I caught the clean scent of his skin as he tilted my face up to his. When his mouth found mine, heat spread through me and my dick went rocket hard.
We had both just jizzed in the bathroom, both emptied our balls into Raj, yet we were horny again, and I wasn’t surprised.
The grin never left his face as Nate dropped to his knees, one hand sliding up my thigh before his mouth closed over my dick.
I glanced around but already knew we weren’t being watched. Anyone coming would make noise, and we would have time to pull apart.
I didn’t need to worry because Nate sucked like he knew what he was doing, slow and steady, his other hand stroking me.
It got me off fast.
My dick wasn’t even in his mouth for a minute before I felt the urge to nut.
I came, and Nate let it spurt into his mouth. Even as I gave him all of it, he swallowed it and gagged a little on it.
When he came off, he smiled, and I could see he’d swallowed everything.
He had jizzed all over my sweatpants too.
We left the brush, and when we were back on the main path he turned around and grinned, holding up his phone before walking off.
He had my number now.
We had dinner and drinks with close friends for my birthday, but Raj had a stomach bug and sent his apologies. His wife came without him, apologizing and passing along his regards. That was odd because Raj normally just called or messaged me himself. I told her I understood, and I did, but I was still disappointed.
I figured that if I could get past it, maybe he could too. At some point I would need to corner him and have a conversation. Easier said than done.
Regardless, it was a great night. We all drank too much, made memories, and toasted to more.
It was a long weekend, and on Sunday night my wife went off to an overnight retreat with two of her girlfriends for massages, champagne, yoga, and meditation.
That wasn’t accidental. I had suggested it, found the discount voucher, bought it, and even suggested her friends go with her.
That left me alone on a Sunday with no wife until Monday, free to do as I pleased.
So I accepted Nate’s invitation.
With a bottle of good whiskey in hand, I drove to Nate’s place. His house was not far.
It was big, two and a half stories, a double garage, and a white picket fence.
I thought the guy was taking too much risk, but I kept that to myself.
He opened the door barefoot, in gray shorts and a baggy white tee, wearing that grin.
“Hey buddy, come in,” he said, probably more for the neighbors than for me, but I liked it anyway.
The inside matched the outside: tasteful and neat. He led me to a living room with a massive TV. On the screen was bisexual porn.
“Whoa,” I said, sitting down.
He looked concerned. “Not okay?”
“No, no,” I said quickly. “Just… it feels so out in the open. Aren’t you afraid that…”
“…my wife will come home?” he finished for me, smirking.
“Yeah,” I said, shrugging and glancing around like she might appear.
“She is on a three hour train, and I pick her up tomorrow night. She has a tracker in her suitcase. I checked. She is at the hotel.”
“You put a tracker on your wife?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Only way to make sure we won’t be interrupted. And for safety.”
I didn’t argue, even though it was weird.
I relaxed a little but still glanced at the doorway.
The girl on the screen was overdone, way too made up, and looked high. One of the guys, though, was hot, rugged and muscular, like Nate. The low moans from the speakers made the room feel heavy.
That guy was getting fucked by a Black guy with a dick just a bit smaller than Nate’s.
“Looks painful,” I said.
“Only for a few seconds,” Nate said, pouring drinks.
“What happens after a few seconds?” I asked, staring at the screen.
“Your ass relaxes, you stop feeling pain, and it turns into pleasure.”
“And if I don’t relax?”
“Then you bite the pillow and hope I cum soon,” he said, sipping his drink. My jaw dropped.
“Kidding,” he added. “If you don’t like it, you can fuck me.”
“Do you like it?”
“Sometimes,” he said, watching the screen.
We sipped whiskey, silent. The porn was not doing much for me.
A short time later, as the alcohol started to hit, Nate said, “You’re not hard. Nervous?” He was staring at the bulge in my shorts.
I shrugged. “It’s not really turning me on. Not sure if it’s the girl or what. She’s too…” I trailed off, but luckily Nate seemed to get it.
He nodded. “Yeah. Not really my type.” He switched the screen to gay porn on a different site.
A Doctor and a Builder were standing in an office.
“I have an itch deep inside me that I can’t seem to scratch,” the Builder complained to the Doctor.
I laughed, and pretty soon Nate did too.
It relaxed the atmosphere a little. The porn was a lot better, so it made a big difference.
He slid right next to me, thigh pressing against mine. His arm came around my shoulders and his hand found my bulge, slow and deliberate, pressing just enough to make me forget what was on the screen.
I kept my eyes on the porn for a few seconds, but then I looked down at his strong hand massaging my quickly growing boner.
“That’s better,” he said as my rock hard dick started fighting against my shorts.
His hand felt good and warmed me up fast. When I turned to look at him, he was watching me intently, with a gaze that made me a little uncomfortable.
He leaned in close, his lips right next to mine. I watched his face, felt the compulsion to turn away.
I kissed him instead.
Again, that first spark when our lips met shot straight through me, a ripple that echoed through my body and made my dick throb.
Apparently he felt it too, because he swung himself onto my lap, facing me, pressing his body into me. I could feel his huge dick against my belly as he leaned in and kissed me again.
It was warm and comfortable on that sofa, and somehow we went from sitting to lying down. Fingers pulled at fabric, peeling away shirts and shorts until there was nothing between us, and he pushed me down with a ferocity I hadn’t felt since my wedding day.
When he pulled my T-shirt off and saw my bare chest, his eyes lit up.
“You’ve been working out,” he said breathlessly, and kissed me again.
It was awkward in a way, because we hit a level of intimacy I wasn’t expecting.
An intimacy I hadn’t experienced with anyone except my wife.
But it didn’t bother Nate. His lips melted into mine with a deep, long, passionate kiss while his hands massaged the back of my neck, my ears, my head, my shoulders, and sometimes, as our dicks rubbed against each other, his tongue would trail along my neck and even into my ears.
Nobody had ever put a tongue in my ear, and it made me want to nut so bad.
His hot breath, as his dick moved tight against mine, pushed me close to jizz, but I held off.
He jumped up, grabbed my hand, and led me to his bedroom. I could tell right away it was not their main bedroom, but a spare room by the generic, sparse furniture and lack of personal items.
The bed was soft and comfortable, but the moment we lay on it naked and he was back on top kissing me, I forgot where I was.
The passion reached new levels with Nate. When his tongue filled my mouth and his dick rubbed against mine again, I drew back, so close, trying not to jizz.
Nate sensed it, because he trailed down, licking my chest and nipples, and then down my belly and around my balls. He buried his face there, breathing me in, slow and deep, before his tongue touched me.
Before I knew it, my dick disappeared into the heat of his mouth, the wet pull of him sucking deep and greedy, lips sealed tight as he took me all the way in.
Then he came up and kissed me while lifting me onto his lap, and I felt his cock rub against my hole.
I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t think I could do it, but he lifted me, twisted me around, grabbed my waist, pulled me up and toward him, and shoved his tongue into my ass.
Jesus Christ.
Doggy style was never on my birthday weekend to do list, but being naked with Nate in his bed had been on my mind for a long time.
On all fours with Nate eating my ass, my thoughts raced.
Would I let him? He was huge. I wasn’t sure I had it in me. Thinking about it was one thing, but he was very big. I started making a mental list of excuses before he even started.
It felt surreal, like a dream, as he flipped me, put a bottle of poppers under my nose, then kissed me while the tip of his dick pushed at my hole.
Whatever was in that bottle hit me like a slow wave, softening everything until the edges of the room blurred and my body went loose in his hands. He turned me over onto my back and lifted my legs up.
Smirking at me, he reached for lube, and then his dick tried to gently work its way in while I stared at him wondering what the hell poppers were.
“I don’t think I can,” I started, but Nate’s lips came down on mine as I felt him pushing in further.
“Okay, we won’t then,” he said, but kept sliding it in a little further..
I could feel him penetrating me, but I knew he was only in a little.
Instead of pulling out, he gave me more from the little bottle and then kissed me again.
My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt him sliding deeper into me. I don’t know how far he got, but the look on his face was pure ecstasy. He kept nodding, smiling, so damn cheeky, but grunted as he moved. He built a rhythm and looked like he was in heaven.
And then he was close. I could tell, and I was too. His dick seemed to be hitting that spot where my orgasms always start.
He was fucking that exact spot.
As I felt it start to erupt, I watched his face spasm, his eyes almost roll all the way back as he came with an explosive grunt, a half roar like I had heard in the bathrooms when he had fucked Raj, and his body tensed, even as his dick plunged all the way deep inside me.
My jizz sprayed in waves, slick between our chests and across our faces, so much of it that by the time I was spent we were both coated, the smell and heat of it thick in the air, more eruption than release.
And then he collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck, panting, drenched in sweat.
I don’t know how long we lay like that, but I didn’t have the energy to move a muscle.
At some point, Nate slid off me and rolled to my side, half draped across me, both of us slowly trying to catch our breath.
I didn’t know what to say. I opened my mouth a couple of times, but a huge wave of exhaustion hit me.
I fell asleep.
And woke up with sun streaming through the windows and Nate spooning me.
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