Soon after the glow of orgasmic pleasure had dissipated Jeff decided it was time for him to hit the sack, but not before letting his desire for another encounter be known.
"I think I'd like to go another round tomorrow, if that isn't too soon. I've been without for so long that it's like I want to make up for lost time. Even if that wasn't true, I think I'd want to do it any way. That is if you want to."
I looked at him and smiled. "I don't think you have to worry about whether I want to. I'll be perfectly honest you're just as close to my fantasy guy as I've ever found, the only fault I can find is that you're straight. But since helping straight guys out is one of my favorite things I doubt you'll have to worry about me saying no."
He laughed and a hint of a blush crossed his face. "Am I really like your fantasy guy? I didn't think I could ever be anybody's dream guy. I take that as a real compliment and if I was gay you're just the kind of guy I think I'd want to have."
"Well I consider myself lucky to have you pass through my life. Now get to bed, you look beat."
"Drained, is more like it. Totally and wonderfully drained," he said as he left my room.
I pulled back the covers of my bed and got between the sheets. I should have drifted off into a satisfied and peaceful slumber, but my mind was racing. According to Jeff it had been the best sex of his life, which after being married to a born again, missionary- position-only Christian wasn't really surprising, but it had also been one of the hottest experiences of my life as well and I'd had a hell of a lot of experiences. Granted he was a cutie, with a dynamite body, a perfect cock and with all the characteristics of my ideal man, but there was something more to it than just the physical. I didn't really want to think about it, but I knew that I had to be honest with myself and the fact was that in spite of knowing better, I was falling for the guy.
There is nothing quite so masochistic for a gay guy than falling in love with a straight man. I'd had a number of friends through the years who'd had that malady befall them. College buddies, work colleagues, neighbors, teachers, trade all were potential land mines for guys who liked guys. Though I'd had lots of straight buddies and serviced a lots of straight guys on a fairly regular basis throughout the years I'd always managed to keep things on a strictly no emotional strings basis. Now this: a quasi family member, living under my roof, sexually accessible, physically ideal, with a totally pleasing personality. I could almost feel the net closing around me. I tried not thinking about it, but I found myself just tossing and turning. The last time I remembered looking at glowing numbers of my clock radio they read 3:23. Thankfully exhaustion finally overtook me and I drifted off into a restless slumber.
It was 10:30 before I finally woke up. My cock was rock hard, more than my usual morning wood, so I assumed that Jeff had managed to entice me even as I slept. I drained my bladder, brushed my teeth, splashed some cold water on my face and still naked walked out to the living room. Jeff was sitting on the couch reading a magazine, wearing only a white tee-shirt. My eyes couldn't resist a quick look at his luscious cock resting over his large balls.
"Morning,"
He looked up with a wide grin. "Morning, sleepy head. I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever wake up."
I smiled at him. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"I'd like to take you out for breakfast this morning, but since you slept in it might have to be brunch."
"I think I'd like that."
"It's the least I can do after all you're doing for me and...uh after last night." He grinned sheepishly.
I chuckled. "It's been a while since a gentleman has taken me out to Sunday brunch, but I can't think of anyone I rather have ask me."
He seemed genuinely pleased at my response.
"Just give me a half hour to shower and pull myself together."
"Me too."
We had a lazy meal, eggs benedict for him, lox and bagel for me. We each managed to down a couple of Bloody Marys which seemed to mellow us both. Afterward we took a leisurely stroll as I showed him around the Hyde Park section of Tampa. We could have been easily mistaken for a gay couple out and about. At one point he pulled me to a stop in front of a gallery window.
"Look at that," he said pointing to a nest of blown glass baskets on display, "they're really beautiful."
"They should be they're Chihuly."
"Chi-who?"
I explained that Chihuly was a world famous glass blwoe from the state of Washington and that his pieces went for big buck. "Those three little bowls, which he calls baskets, probably go for around 5 grand."
"Holy shit! I thought they were maybe a couple of hundred."
He was staring at them intently and I looked at his profile. I had a sudden strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. A small voice rang in my mind. "You could be happy for the rest of your life with this man." It was so real that I almost feared that I'd spoken the words aloud, but when Jeff didn't react I knew I hadn't. Still I had a definite reaction, a sudden chill and my knees actually went weak. This wasn't a good thing; I had to snap out of it.
By the time we got back to the house it was going on 4:00 and I was beat, both physically and emotionally. I announce that I was going to take a short nap and asked Jeff if he'd wake me around 6:00 and we'd figure out what to do about dinner.
"Sure thing. Maybe we can send out for pizza and watch some TV and then if you're up for it maybe we can fool around a little."
"Sounds like a plan." I said, but inside I was more conflicted than turned on. Truth be told I didn't want to just fool around, I wanted to make passionate love to the guy. I knew I'd settle for just fooling around; given no other choice who wouldn't? Still I knew that I wanted more. Jeff was my ideal guy and while we both wanted great sex I wanted love as well.
He woke me at exactly 6:00 and after some discussion we decided on a pepperoni pizza. I phoned the local Pizza Hut and ordered a large pan pie for delivery. I put on a pair of gym shorts so as not to shock the delivery boy with my naked body and then we sat down in front of the television to await the pizza.
Though I tried not to think about things I was withdrawn and quite as we watched TV and polished off the pizza and a couple of beers each. We smoked a couple of bowls of marijuana which made me even quieter, while at the same time making me quite horny. Jeff didn't seem to notice and pretty much carried the small talk conversation by himself with me just responding in one or two words and an occasional phrase when I had to. Finally he got around to the topic of sex.
"Last night you promised to show me a few new tricks, a whole new experience. What did you have in mind? I'd settle for a replay, but the idea of something new really has me horny, as if I needed anything to get me hotter than I already am."
I was more than ready for something physical. "Why don't we take our showers then I'll meet you in my bedroom and I'll show you. I think a little mystery is always better than knowing what's going to happen. He didn't have to be persuaded. He was up and down the hall toward the bathroom before I'd gotten off the sofa.
I hadn't really thought about the kind of "whole new experience" I was going to give him, but as I was showering I decided. Now I'm usually a top, but occasionally, if I connect with a guy who really turns me on, or if I'm in a relationship I can really get into getting fucked. I'd never been fucked by a straight guy before, never really wanted to, sucking a straight cock was what I wanted from them, fucking for me is a far more intimate thing, a real connection both literally and figuratively. Standing there with the water spraying down on my body the idea of Jeff deep inside me had my cock pointing straight up at the shower stall ceiling. Looking back I suppose that subconsciously I wanted him to know that sex with a guy could offer as much variety as sex with a woman. At the time all I knew was that I wanted a hot fuck and that's what I was going to get if I could.
By the time I came out of the shower Jeff was stretched out on my bed slowly stroking his beautiful cock. I looked at him head to foot and realized that I was totally hooked. Straight or not, masochistic or not I was going to go on this ride for as long as it lasted.
"OK stud, stop playing with yourself; that's my job, I don't want you too primed, I want what's going to happen to last a while."
He grinned, reluctantly removed his hand from his stiff prick and said, "that's fine with me, I can't wait."
"Alright, take a pillow and put it at the foot of the bed, now turn around and put your head on the pillow and your feet toward the head board."
He gave me a quizzical look. I said, "just do it, you'll see the reason for it soon enough."
He still looked puzzled but he did as I asked. As he did I grabbed a couple of clean cum rags, placing them on the night stand, put another pillow between his feet, opened my night stand and removed a container of lube and a small bottle of poppers and placed them alongside the rags. Then I climbed on the bed, positioning myself between his legs. This time there were no preliminaries I dove down and swallowed his hard cock right down to his blond curls. I heard him gasp as I began to pump up and down on his meat.
Once I tasted his pre-cum flowing freely I pulled off his cock and moved down to his balls. I looked up at his face and saw him watching me, his eyes literally glazed over, a look of ecstasy on his face. He was ready and so was I.
I raised my head and said, "I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed. I have a surprise for you and I don't want you to watch until it happens."
He was about to say something, but then he stopped himself and closed his eyes tightly. I went back to giving his balls a tongue bath as I reached over and grabbed the lube and a rag. I carefully squeezed a good blob of the clear lube into my hand and then applied it to my hole. When I knew I had enough there to do the trick I squeezed out another daub and sat up. I immediately took Jeff's rock hard meat into my lube covered fist and whirling it around his shaft coated it with the cool, slippery substance.
"OH FUCK! That's incredible; can I open my eyes now?"
"Not yet, that's not the surprise." I jacked his cock up and down a few times, sending shivers through his body and making him moan loudly. "Now just hold still, don't move and keep your eyes closed."
I wiped my hands clean with the rag and then reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and took a long hit, first in my left nostril and then the right, then replaced the cap and put in down on the bed within easy reach. I then repositioned myself with one foot on either side of his hips. I reached down and held his hard cock straight up and then I slowly lowered myself on to him. I was so turned on, and with the help of the poppers so ready there was hardly any discomfort. I slid right down until his entire length was buried deeply within me.
I looked down at his face and I could tell he was trying to figure out what was happening. Then I saw recognition dawn. "Are you, oh my god, are you doing what I think you're doing?"
"OK." I said. "You can open your eyes."
His eyes popped open and he looked around. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! It is. I've always wanted to fuck someone up the ass, I can't believe it." He began pumping himself into me.
"Hold on big boy." I said with a smile. "Let me do the work for a few minutes. You just lay back and relax; there'll be time enough for you to do your thing."
He eased back and I started to move up and down on his shaft. Slow, then fast, then slow again. His breathing was raspy and he looked like he was in another place.
"Oh my God, you're so tight. This is so different than fucking cunt, so much tighter, so much better." It was music to my ears.
Once I was totally comfortable with him inside me I was ready to take it to the next level. I sat down completely on him, driving him deeper within me. I slowly unfolded my legs so that my feet were under his shoulders. "OK Jeff, sit up."
He did as I asked and our chests touched, with the top of his head level with my nose. I placed my arms around him and held him tight. "Now I'm going to rock backward and I want you to move with me, stay inside me and maneuver your legs so that they extend backward."
It was just a little awkward, but moments later I was on my back, my legs draped over his shoulders and we were face to face, only inches apart. "Now go for it, fuck me like I've never been fucked before."
I didn't have to ask him twice. It may have been his first time, but he knew exactly how to fuck ass. He was really giving me a pounding and it was wonderful. I reached out and grabbed the poppers with my right hand and with just my thumb managed to twirl the cap off. I raised the small bottle to my nose and inhaled deeply. "What's that?" He asked.
"Poppers, they give you a sexual rush. Want some?"
"Sure why not." He stopped his thrusting for a moment as I raised the bottle to his nose. I held it under each nostril and told him to breath deep. I place the bottle on the nightstand just as he resumed his fucking. I placed my hands on his hips and moved him closer as I thrust my ass up to meet his downward movements. The effects of the poppers kicked in and we both went wild holding nothing back in our copulation. I looked up into his eyes and knew this was it. I was in love, totally and completely. He looked down at me and our eyes met and locked. A strange look crossed his face replacing the sheer lust that had been there. Things seemed to move in slow motion as he lowered his face into mine. Our lips touched and instinctively my mouth opened. An instant later our tongues were entwined in a passionate duel. We made love. The fucking that had been fierce and filled with the singular drive toward orgasm became slow, deliberate and loving.
I'd been fucked before, with men who I'd loved and with men I'd found incredibly sexy, but this was different. It was as if something had taken hold of my soul and was merging mine with his. I wanted it to go on forever, fearing that when it was over it could never be repeated, that I would then have to go on with just half a soul, incomplete.
In the moment these fleeting thoughts could not take hold, I was too wrapped up in the feelings and passions of the now. He'd drive himself in and then hold himself deep within me as he kissed me, licked my lips, nibbled at my ear and whispered. "I don't know what's happening, but I've never felt like this before."
I couldn't respond. There was nothing I could say; I was feeling too much, dreading too much to be able to put words to my emotions. Then suddenly the physical intruded on the ethereal. I realized that I was building up to orgasm. Never before had I ever been able to cum while being fucked, never even close, but now I knew that's exactly what was going to happen. I tried fighting it off but I was overwhelmed. I could feel my prostate pulsing as waves of orgasmic pleasure rushed through my body. I cried out, more like a roar really, as I began to ejaculate between our bodies locked tight. The spasms that coursed through my body must have had their effect on him because just as my orgasm was peaking I felt his cock pulsing and he joined me with a roar of his own. By the time I was spent he too had drained himself, filling me with his liquid essence.
I expected him to pull himself free, but he remained buried within me while he continued to kiss me, gently now, with less urgency, just tender loving affection. At last we were totally, physically spent. His cock softened and slipped from me and I lowered my legs and still embraced we rolled on our sides to continue with our gentle love making.
Finally he stopped and pulled back slightly. "I can't believe what just happened. I don't understand what just happened, but I don't care. That was the most incredible experience of my life and I don't just mean the sex. Don't get me wrong it was great, the greatest, but there's something else. The only way I can explain it is that I love you. I don't get it. Am I gay? Did you turn me gay? I don't mind if you did, if this is what being gay means. I was never interested in guys, but no woman ever made me feel like this."
I leaned into him and kissed him on the lips and then pulled back. There was so much to say, but I really didn't know how to begin. "I'm not sure what happened. I don't know about the labels. Gay, straight, bi-sexual, whatever you are nobody has ever made love to me like you just did. I know that I don't have the power to turn anyone gay, you are what you are. All I'm certain of is that I love you as well. That's the only explanation. I don't think what just happened between us can be explained in any other way other than for whatever reason we've fallen in love with each other. I don't care what the reasons are, I love you and I want you to love me. The rest doesn't matter."
He smiled at me, took me in his arms and kissed me again, long and deep. I could feel his cock coming back to life between us. He pulled his head back and said, "I don't care what's happening as long as it continues to happen and make me feel like this. I arrived the most unhappy man on the planet and now I have to be one of the happiest. That can't be bad."
He gave me a lecherous grin and said, "How would you like to take a shower together? I think once we're cleaned up I'd like to try a few more new things. Straight, gay or bi, who cares, I just want to make love to you again." He pulled me off the bed and we headed toward the shower.
I'm going out of state for a couple of weeks, Part Four will follow when I return