I was in bed with a man! And I was sleeping with this idol, this god, this surfer that I had been having fantasies about for the last week or so. I couldn't go to sleep, even as tired as I was. I lay there and listened to his breathing as it settled to a calm rhythm, and then just a soft snore.
I smiled, and wondered if today had all been a dream? Sometime, hours later it seemed, I drifted off to sleep listening to Paul's sounds of sleep.
I woke to Paul's hand on my stomach. He was just resting it there. The warmth from it was amazing. It seemed so gentle, but the strength was still palpable. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to wake him.
My mind replayed the events of the previous day and, at first, wondered if it had all been a dream. But I was in bed with him and, as I clenched my ass, I knew it had really happened.
Once again, I was mortified at what I had done and the pictures that had been taken of me. I was getting more and more depressed. But his hand moved and a thrill ran through my body.
He rose up on his elbows and looked me in the face. He saw the wetness in my eyes and asked, "What's wrong, Dean?" He leaned onto one elbow and used the other hand to stroke my chest.
I shook my head; I couldn't articulate it at that moment. I would really begin bawling if I tried to say something.
"Now, don't do that. You are going to make me really feel bad!" he said with seriousness. He scooted up the bed and leaned in. He kissed the tears from my eyes and then lowered his mouth to mine.
The first one was a peck, but the second one lingered a bit more, and the third caused me to respond like I never had with a man. I kissed him back with passion, and soon our tongues were darting in and out of each other's mouths.
He finally broke the kiss, chuckled, and said, "Let me get a breath!" He ran one hand down my chest, across my stomach, and to my swelling dick.
He chuckled again and squeezed my dick. I groaned and he laughed a bit more. He leaned over me again and kissed my left nipple. Then he gave it a little nibble and I gasped. He chuckled as he moved to the other one and did the same. He continued to hold my dick, squeezing it now and then.
I was gasping as he worked down to my stomach and cleaned my navel with his tongue. My hips were bucking into his hand as I became filled with lust.
His muffled laugh in my lower stomach only added to my enhanced state. His tongue moved down to my balls. He licked each one and then took them one at a time into his mouth. I moaned and felt myself loosing losing it fast.
I moaned as he released his grip on my dick. I wanted his hand back! I felt his hot breath on my crotch and it sent shivers up my spine. He moved my balls up and I spread my legs, loving the warmth of his breath in that area. My mind, for some reason, was trying to search its memory to see if I had ever experience this before. My dick didn't care; it just wanted more of it and wanted attention.
He licked the area behind my balls and I bucked on the bed. His chuckle sent vibrations through my balls. I gripped the sheets with my fists and tensed my body.
"Oh, fuck!" I moaned out, as his tongue flicked around down there.
He moved his head up and circled the head of my cock with his tongue. My cock swelled. He worked his tongue into the piss slit, lapping up the precum there. He was driving me crazy! And I know he knew it.
As he covered the head of my cock with his mouth, he chuckled around it. The vibrations brought me closer and I felt the rush building.
His tongue was busy as he lowered his head onto my hard rod. I pushed up into him and he chuckled again. I screamed, "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" and began pumping hot cum first into his mouth and then into the air when he moved his mouth.
He gripped my dick and pumped more and more cum out of it, until my sensitive cock couldn't take any more. I released the sheet and reached down to grip his hand, crying out, "Please!"
He let go and moved up to lick the cum from my stomach. This sent more shivers up and down my spine. "Oh, fuck, Oh, Shit!, Oh man!" I chanted over and over as my heart beat returned to normal.
After he lapped up everything on my stomach, me he moved up and kissed me, feeding me my own cum. Our tongues became entwined and I brought my arms up to hug him tightly.
Finally, I had to gasp and break the kiss, but still held on to him tightly. "Dean! Why did you do that?"
"What, you didn't like that?" He said, pushing up against my embrace. He was looking down into my face with a huge grin.
"It was fucking amazing!" I said, as I gazed from one eye to the next. I liked his little laugh.
"I wanted you to feel better," he said, watching my reaction. I nodded, still getting back to normal. "I didn't like the hurt look in your eyes this morning and I am sorry, if I had something to do with that."
"You know, Paul, you came across as a real asshole. And this morning, I can't figure you out," I said, looking at him and taking a deep breath. "I thought you were sexy when I saw you on the beach, but a sex machine like this, I never imagined."
He rolled onto his back, laughing louder. "A sex machine! I don't know if I would call myself that." He rolled over, up onto one elbow, and said, "I don't usually give a guy a blow job on the first date!"
"You call that a fucking date?!" I exclaimed, mocking him now.
He started laughing again. "I have to go pee," he said, as he rolled off of the bed.
"Me, too," I said, but couldn't take my eyes off of his naked form.
"Well, get in here then," he said, looking back over his shoulder.
I jumped out of bed and followed him into the bathroom. He stood at the toilet, pointing his dick at the bowl. I knew I was piss shy and that this wasn't going to work.
He started going right away. He put his hand into the small of my back and said, "It's okay- just relax, close your eyes, and listen to the water."
He rubbed a small circle there as I closed my eyes, relaxed, and listened to the sound of him pissing. It still didn't help that I knew I was standing next to a naked man. He finished pissing and said, "Take your time," with mirth in his voice.
I opened my eyes, looked over my shoulder, and saw his retreating backside, and shook my head. I still couldn't believe it.
I took another deep breath and finally began to piss. When I was done, I shook my dick, washed my hands, and walked back into the bedroom. He was pulling on board shorts and a t-shirt.
I stood there with my hands over my crotch, feeling uncomfortable being the only one naked. He saw my discomfort and laughed. "What? You don't like to be ogled while you are naked?"
He walked over, hugged me, and said, "Just kidding!" He went to a drawer, pulled out a pair of shorts and, then, from another drawer, a t-shirt. I was enthralled, putting on his clothes. He noticed the reaction on my dick and smiled.
I blushed, and pulled the shorts on. They hung low on my hips. I turned to look over my shoulder to see if my crack was showing, and it was! I pulled on the t-shirt, hoping that it covered my crack.
I followed him through the house to the kitchen. There was no sign that there had been a wild party here last night. Either I had slept through all of it before he took me to bed, or someone had cleaned up for him.
He started coffee and poured orange juice for us. I felt a bit weird being alone with him in his house after wall that happened yesterday and today. I mean, I couldn't recall having breakfast with any woman I had ever been with.
He glanced at me when he handed me the orange juice. "You okay?"
I shrugged. I really didn't know what to think.
He walked over and put his hand on my upper arm, "What?"
I stumbled over words. "Yesterday, this morning, you being so wonderful; yesterday, you being so, well, terrible and sinister. And being with a man and liking what happened. I mean it is all so much to take in."
He smiled and hugged me once again. "After breakfast, I have a little outing planned. I think it will help a bit, and we can talk along the way. Okay?" He raised my chin and looked into my face. Again, I couldn't speak. I just nodded.
So he fixed me a bowl of granola with blueberries and skimmed milk. We sat at the table in the kitchen to eat. He gave me some of his background. How he had studied computer sciences in college. He was on the swim team in high school and college. He went surfing whenever he could. Income was from some freelance computer work that he did.
I looked around the house again, and wondered how much he made that he could afford all of this.
I was still reticent to tell him more about myself, but got through where I grew up, and high school, by the time we finished breakfast. He rinsed the bowls, cups, and spoons. "Okay, let's go for a ride."
I followed him through the house to the front door. He grabbed keys and a wallet from the tray by the door. He stopped for a moment and I thought, `oh, fuck, he is going to make me strip again.'
But he must have just been going through a mental check list, because he opened the door and indicated I should follow him. In the driveway was my car, as well as his jeep. We got in his bright, shiny jeep and that reminded me of having to wash it naked. My cock twitched and my mind shivered at the image.
He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Once he was on the road, he asked, "So how long have you known you were gay?"
"Huh?" I said, turning to look at him. "I'm not gay," it came out before I realized how stupid that sounded. "I mean, I wasn't, I hadn't, I mean," I stammered. He just laughed as he shifted gears.
"So let's try this another way," he chuckled, and said, "How long have you known you were bi-sexual?"
I swallowed and tried to form a coherent sentence. "Look Paul, until the first time I saw you, I don't think I had ever had many thoughts about a man sexually." That took a lot to get out.
"And now?" he said in a kinder tone.
"Yesterday took me to places I am not sure I ever want to visit again. But tasting a guy's dick, feeling him up my ass, sleeping with you, being with you and what you did this morning are all fucking with my mind."
I went on, "Until I saw you, I would have said I was the straightest guy in the word. Google "straight" and my picture would show up. I have been with girls, not a lot, but I thought I had my share." He laughed at that.
"Honestly, and I really don't know why I am being so candid with you, but after I saw you, I remembered a time another guy and I screwed chicks on the same bed and I kept looking at his dick going in and out of her. I hadn't thought about that until you woke up something in me."
He nodded his head, not wanting to interrupt my confession, I guessed. "Then when I saw your beautiful body, I became so enthralled with naked men, that I spent hours surfing the net for more and more pictures. Then I began to see pictures of gay sex and I kept wondering what it would be like to do those things with you." I blushed as I said the last.
I paused, he waited, and finally he started to say something, but I interrupted, "Let me finish, because I don't know if I can go through this again. And all the humiliation and embarrassment yesterday,"
He interrupted, "Dean, I said," but I shushed him.
"No, please let me finish," I said, and wanted to get through this. "Some of it, yes, was extremely humiliating and embarrassing. And doing those things in front of women, and the pictures; it was all so overwhelming. But," I paused, because, this was so difficult to say, "on one level I found it so demeaning and low. In some ways, it blew it my mind and, I don't know, turned me on?"
I wiped the moisture from my eyes. I had gotten emotional telling such a personal thing about myself.
He reached over and squeezed my thigh, "Again, I am sorry, but you came across as such a pervert there in the parking lot; like you were stalking me or something!"
He looked at me quickly and then back to the road before continuing on. "It was difficult for me to admit that I was getting a bit turned on being an exhibitionist for you." He laughed, "I mean it is pretty exhibitionistic to strip down in a public parking lot to change, but, really, I thought nothing of it. I have always been proud of my body, and I knew that it had an effect on some people." He turned to me and smiled.
"In high school, I had this friend on the football team. I can't remember exactly the first time, but I think he got some of his dad's porn and we were watching it, and one thing led to another and we jerked off together. After several sessions with him, I found myself watching him more than the porn."
When he looked at me, I thought there was a hint of blush there. "Anyway, we progressed to jerking each other off and then, finally, to the `I'll do you, if you do me' blow jobs. Only it wasn't just one time."
He looked at me again before continuing on. "My friend, Bobby, finally got the nerve to ask me if we could do it again. After that, it became a regular thing for us. We never let anyone on the team know, but somehow we got to know a couple of other guys."
He laughed, "Of course, we dated to keep up appearances. And I know several girls that said we had fucked when we never had. It was their way of bragging. But no matter how many different ways I tried it with girls, it never equaled what I felt when I was with a guy."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing; this hunk was saying that he preferred guys! I know he had given me a blow job, but I didn't think he meant he only liked guys.
"Bobby and I hung out all during college, but when we graduated, I thought we were going to be together, but he couldn't make that step. He said, `I just can't face my family and tell them that. I am sorry, Paul.' I was devastated. I wondered if he thought there was something wrong with me, or something else. I didn't know what to do."
This was difficult for him to relate, I could tell from his voice and the expression on his face. "I basically became a hermit, working on computer projects from home and surfing. I didn't talk to many people for a long time. Then some of the surfer guys broke thorough and got me back to talking, partying and living. But there wasn't anyone after Bobby."
He gave me a weak grin and said, "Not that I didn't try it a couple of times with guys, and even a couple of girls, but nothing did it for me like Bobby did."
I started to say something and this time he stopped me and continued on. "And I had gotten pretty cynical about guys who I figured were gay, looking at me like I was straight, with lust in their eyes." He looked at me.
"You thought I was gay?" I asked, stunned.
He laughed. "What would you think if some guy spent every lunch hour ogling your naked body?"
"And after bullshitting with some of my friends and telling them about the pervert, they came up with this great plan to get back at him." He paused, "I have to say that I never expected it to go as far as it did. I expected them to make you jerk off and maybe use a dildo on yourself."
He swallowed, but seeing you naked, hard and worked over; being fucked and sucking all those guys, you looked pretty hot!" He looked at me and smiled at me.
"Then when I found out that you weren't the pervert I thought...in fact, that you were a virgin in these matters, I really felt terrible and torn up." He looked at me and I saw the moisture in his eyes. "I felt like I was taking out all my revenge for Bobby on you."
He choked and swallowed - I heard noise the sound in his throat as he was having difficulty swallowing. "You made me care about someone again and that really bothered me. I don't know what it is about you; your vulnerability or what, but you get to me."
I tried to break the tension of the moment. "If you tell me I complete you, I'll jump out of the jeep!"
He laughed and wiped his eyes. "Thanks, I needed that."
He pulled into a parking lot then. I realized it was the one where I had observed him. He smiled at me as he parked the jeep. "Come on, this should be fun!"
I got out of the jeep and went around to the back of the jeep to meet him. He opened up the back. He handed me a speedo suit and laid out one for himself. I looked at the suit and then back to him. "We are going to change right here, just like I always do, and you always watch. Only this time we are going to do it together."
I looked around. "Don't look around! Just do it. Pretend we are at home changing in the bedroom."
He pulled off his t-shirt and I pulled off mine. He smiled at me and undid his shorts and pushed them down. I took a deep breath and did the same. "See, that's not so bad. We are just two guys standing naked in the middle of a public parking lot!" He looked down, "And one of us has a hard on growing!" He laughed.
I blushed and pulled on the speedo. As it was, it did little to hide the expanding bulge.
He laughed as he bent and pulled on his. I had to smile as his package was very much on display as well. He reached inside the suit and adjusted himself while I watched. That didn't help my own situation.
"So are we going surfing now?" I asked, looking around and out to the ocean.
"No, I just brought you here so I could watch you strip down in public. Again!" he laughed.
"Asshole!" I said, and tried to punch his arm.
He laughed. "Get in the jeep!" he said, moving back up to the front of the jeep.
I climbed in. Once he was in, he reached over and squeezed my swelling dick. I moaned and he chuckled. "I think we should go someplace where you can take care of that."
"Where's that?" I asked.
"Why, in center court of the mall!" he said, turning to look at the reaction on my face. My jaw just moved up and down.
"No, I know this adult bookstore where they let guys strip and fool around for anyone who wants to watch." I turned red and still couldn't get anything out.
"You keep not responding and I am going to have to take you to the high school's practice lawn and let you do it there for all the students!"
"Paul!" I said. I couldn't tell when he was joking and when he wasn't.
"What?" He started the jeep and pulled out on to the street. "You said that some of that turned you on!"
"But, I," and I couldn't finish. I didn't want to make any comments, afraid he would figure out something else to suggest. Instead, I rode in silence as he drove. My dick continued to swell, as images of what he described flashed through my mind.
As he drove, he would periodically reach over and squeeze my cock, causing me to moan and push up into his hand. He had me mesmerized, and I was going to do whatever he said. I figured I would regret it later, but, right now, Dean Junior was running the game.
He drove up a winding mountainous road. Thoughts of Paul naked, and this morning and everything else, flooded my mind, and I just got harder. His touching me only put me more on edge.
Finally, he pulled off the road and stopped the car. "Come on, follow me." I got out of the jeep. He grabbed a towel from the back. I was very self conscious, with my tented suit leading the way.
He put his hand on my back and led me along a trail. Soon we were in a little clearing that looked out along the coast and over the homes laid out below us. He put the towel on a rock and then turned to me. He gripped the sides of my suit and pulled it down, freeing my erection. The cool mountain breeze felt so good.
But I panicked. "Don't worry," he said, after he had me step out of the suit. He promptly pulled his down and his steadily rising dick greeted the air as well. He tossed the two suits down on the rocks and then pulled me down beside him.
He wrapped his arms around me and brought me into an embrace. The warmth of the sun, the warmth of him, the openness of our location, it all got to me. I was very happy and I just let everything go. I ran my hands all over his body as his explored mine.
I tasted every part of his face and neck. I made out with him as I had never done with a woman. There was more fire, more passion, more ... everything. I couldn't get enough of him.
It seemed like hours that this went on. My hands rubbed the crack of his ass, tweaked his nipples, and fondled his cock and balls. I wanted all of him. His dick radiated heat!
Finally, he broke the embrace and said, "Fuck me!" He rolled onto his back on the rock and presented his ass. I applied spit to his hole and he moaned. I worked my finger in, trying to lube him up. My dick was dripping and I smeared it all over the head of my cock.
I was so lost in lust. I took hold of his legs and lowered myself down and pressed against his hole. It struck me, as the head pushed through the restriction, what I was doing. I was fucking a man, a handsome masculine man, and a beautiful man - a man! It was as exhilarating as it was mind blowing.
There was no turning back now. I wanted this so badly, as I looked into his eyes; I saw that Paul wanted it as well. He moaned as I slowly pushed my way inside him. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life; the warmth, the tightness; it was so wild!
Paul used his heels to pull me into him. Then I took his legs and rested them on my shoulders. I kept myself all the way inside him for a moment, flexing my dick. Oh, Fuck! I never imagined anything could feel this good.
I looked into Paul's eyes and saw the warmth there, as well. This meant something special to him, too. As I moved out slowly, he groaned and tightened around my shaft, not wanting me to escape. It was so fucking mind blowing!
I began a slow rhythm of almost all the way out and then back in. On the second or third stroke, I saw him gasp as I hit that special spot in his ass; I felt his precum smear my stomach; I must have hit his prostate. I kept the head there and moved back and forth over it. He was gasping now, and said, "Yes! That's it! Fuck me!"
I had a quick image of the scene from "When Harry met Sally," but went back to the situation at hand, or at dick! I complied with his request. I would bend my head down and suck on his mouth while I picked up the speed in his ass.
He began to gasp after a while, and I felt his body tensing. Having experienced this yesterday, I figured he was going to cum from me fucking him. I didn't know that it happened often or not, but his thrashing and imminent release was pushing me to the edge.
"Oh, Dean!" he cried, and pulled me in tight to his chest, pinning his dick between us. He began to thrash and I began to pound, knowing I was soon going to follow.
He started gasping through clenched teeth as I increased the speed and friction in his ass. I felt it approaching; I knew it was coming - that moment when nothing could be better for a man.
I felt him spasm against me and felt the heat of his cum. I pushed deep in him and began to pump my own jizz up his ass. I was whimpering over and over, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
To shoot inside him was amazing. His ass clenched tightly around my dick, milking everything out of it.
I leaned close to his ear and said, "I love you," in a whisper, and then kissed him deeply.
Then I lay there gasping and, as reality came rushing back in, I realized what I had said and was worried that I had said the wrong thing.
I pushed up and looked into his eyes. His brow was furrowed and he was looking at me. "I'm sorry," I mumbled quickly.
"What, for saying you love me?" he asked, and followed it up with, "Did you mean it?"
Emotions overcame me. I stammered, "Paul, I never, I mean, a man, I mean....Fuck. I don't want to hurt you, but yeah, I guess I meant it." And my eyes welled up.
"Well, that's romantic, `I, uh, guess, I, uh, love, uh, you," he said in a tinny, whiney voice. He kept his face stern, and I thought he was mocking me, and then he broke into a grin and pulled me in tight.
"That's not something easy for me to say," he whispered into my ear. "You might have to do that a couple more times before I can say it." He smacked my ass hard, and laughed as I pushed into him.
I unstuck myself from him and said, "Asshole!" I was glad that he could joke about that, but it meant a great deal for me to say this to someone, especially a man.
"Don't be mad," he said, grabbing my hand. He got all serious. "You can't know what it means to me to hear you say that. Really. But it is something I have only said to one person and I got hurt with him. So give me a day or so, and two or three more of those!" His eyes lit up, "And I'll be shouting it from the roof tops!"
We untangled and then sat beside each other, just touching and holding. Finally, he pulled me up and, without allowing me to put on the skimpy suit, led me back to the jeep. As we were standing at the back of the jeep, a car drove by, the horn honked, and Paul just smiled and waved.
I didn't know if I would get used to that.
That weekend, I never left his side. We swam in the ocean, and fucked on the beach at night under the moon. We went to dinner, to the movies, for walks, fucked, sucked, slept, showered, fucked, sucked, had breakfast, went for rides, and did I say fucked and sucked?!
And by Sunday night, as we crawled into his bed and nestled into each others arms, he brushed the hair off of my face and said, "I love you, bossman!"
I smiled, felt the emotions sweep over me, and said, "Me, too, surfer dude!"
We both smiled.
Paul is now teaching me how to surf. I have changed jobs so I can have more time during the day. He blows me away with his knowledge of computers. I have taught him about cooking, and he continues to teach me about sex.
But at noon on most days, you can find us behind his jeep stripping out of our wet suits, to stand naked as we dry ourselves and then dress. And just yesterday, I thought I saw a guy sitting in his car watching us. I pointed him out to Paul and he said, "He can watch all he wants; I am not going down that road again!" He reached over and pulled on my dick. "Let's give him something to think about!"
I laughed.
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