It's been a while since that fateful wedding and the not so cool actions of Jason's step mother. In fact, it's been quite a while since I've heard Cally even speak of Jason. After detailing the events of that day, maybe in a braggart fashion and to somehow give me notice as to his stud skills, Cally slipped into a mode of pensiveness.
The times we've hooked up since then have been measured, somewhat subdued. His usual zest seems to have taken leave and in place of it I get this problematic mindset. He seems to be down, at times confused, reluctant to spill any details on the whereabouts of his friend, Jason, although he does bring up Nathan occasionally. Since, I met them this past summer, I've never spent any time with either guy, alone. I think they may be on to Cally and I, but I'm not sure.
I met Cally during the summer also if my memory serves me well, just a couple months before that the August Wedding of Jason's sister and that hunk of a man that she married. I remember jason being very cautious in his assessment of the guy. To this day, I still don't even know if he likes his sister's new husband, but it's none of my business. I've got my own set of problems.
Where was I? Oh yeah, Cally was running through the deeply wooded trails which bordered my property. I'd often looked out through the thick mesh of pines
to see him running his usual course. The trails skirted a sinuous grove of fairly established evergreens and a deep wooded ravine, which dipped and eventually rose to level ground, only to extend further into a more expansive range of trails. I'd moved into the secluded area for just that reason: the beauty.
There were only a handful of homes at that time and it just so happened that this gorgeous man named Cally always ran within eyesight of my back patio. It got to a point where I deliberately set out to watch for him as he fastidiously ran the paths, each day. I so wanted to race out there and grab him, my hormones in disarray, but I was no runner, at least not compared to him.
With that in mind, and with all the skill of the lecher within me, I set out to corner this stud. How I intended to accomplish that, remained a mystery to me. The fact that I'm detailing a past event in the present, obviously means that something happened. As it turns out, that something was good, much better than I'd anticipated for a first run-in.
Did I call myself a lecher? Well, I am, but I happen to be a sophisticated, healthy well respected, well known, physically developed type of lecher. I'm no Couch Potato as the compliments from some of my patients attest.
I casually practice what I preach to my patients on the value of exercise and diet; however, no amount of physical agility was going to catch up with a twenty something guy who ran every day, rain or shine. I was on my own and it was that thought that let me loose on those imposing trails to somehow strike up a conversation with this guy. I was crazy, but I'd always taken risks.
I ran out there in a "tizzy'. I 'd just seen him running through the thick swath of pines moments before, and now I was about the duty of trying to either cut him off. when he came back around or at make myself known on the trail. That way I cut strike up a conversation with him. I even know where he stopped his jogs each day, having watched him meticulously for weeks.
It was my time to go after this beautiful guy. Who knows, maybe he was gay or bi, that might make it all the easier, but that wasn't any guarantee. Past experience has taught me that sometimes its easier to strike up a conversation with a straight dude. They don't expect the come on and usually it's after the fact that they realize your intentions. Sometimes they've softened enough to let you into their head and that's when you pizazz them. It could take months. I know all about that effort.
I huff and puffed my way through a grueling run: down the hill, up the Hill, through the ravine, sprint to my house. At this point I wanted to stop, but I kept on going, down another hill, through a long stretch of God knows what underbrush where the trail had been washed out by a heavy rain, back onto the trail, around a tortuous bend which had the audacity to curve upward. I found myself gasping for breath when I finally decided enough was enough. The whole time I hadn't seen that gorgeous guy who I now know as Cally.
I came out in a clearing, a short distance from my house. My eyes watered, my side ached and before I could feel better, I had to feel like shit from the exhaustion. Exercise does that and so I let it take its momentary course before the exhilaration came on. Funny thing, but around that same time, finally catching my breath and wiping the sweat from my eyes, I looked over and very near to me was the object of my desire, He sat there on that bench, water bottle in hand, sweat evaporating from his well conditioned physique. Screw it, I was walking up to this guy. My fatigue was a good excuse to plop down beside him.
He looked at me with those soft brown eyes, skin glowing from the robust application of workout and good health. His lips seemed to twitch slightly as the cooling breeze blew our way. I hoped he wouldn't stutter because I could see the intermittent twitch in his lips. It was a foolish thought; nevertheless, it was mine. I would hold on to it until he said more than one or two sentences, then I would know.
I felt demoted in my thinking when he greeted me with the most alluring, somewhat cosmopolitan smile. He moved to one side, allowing me berth next to him, in a simple but congenial act. I was delighted! All my masculine fag genes were turning on me and I was fast becoming a parasol flussy, effete, melting in my own disguise, weakened by the seeming innocence of a stranger who just happened to be my Lancelot.
By the way, as you probably know by now, I'm given to exaggeration at times. I am however, solvent in my thinking, enough to know that I was working my tail off in order to lure this guy into my clutches.
He smiled. I smiled. We both were smiling and for the moment it was somewhat awkward until he offered up his name.
"I'm Cally." he extended his hand to me.
"Perrin." I returned the greeting.
"Another unusual name." He said.
"Yeah, " I tried to act nonchalant about my baptismal name
"This is the first time, that I've seen you out here."
"I live over there." I lifted my hand, gestured over my shoulder without once loosing eye contact. I was being a prefect gentleman. "This is my first time." I paused, "Can you tell?"
" The outta breath thing?" he laughed.
"That and the 'hard to breathe thing." I added.
"You need to take it easy at first." He said, "this is a rough run with all the dips and climbs." He asked, "How far did you run?"
"How far?" I was finally catching my breath.
"Yeah," he offered, "These trails go on for miles."
"They do?" I was actually dumbfounded, but I felt ignorant, living within walking distance from the bench where we sat. I had that puzzled look on my face, but that was good because it hid the rapture in my mind as I gazed upon this hunky male next to me.
"Yeah,judging the way you're sweating and breathing hard, you must have run a hefty course."
" If you say so." I added, "I thought exercise was supposed to make you make you feel better. I feel like shit."
He laughed. "Fist time thing." He paused, "If you don't run you obviously work out."
"It shows?" I took the opportunity for a little self deprecating humor. Being who I am, and in my line of work, I'm always aware of this angle.
"You're in good shape."
I could have melted at that one. This beautiful thing beside me was complimenting me and I was old enough to be his daddy, at least I assumed so.
I changed the subject.
"You live close to here?"
"Not far."
For some reason at that moment, Cally reached down, casually adjusted his dick in those wonderful, baggy, silky shorts that hang loose and show the gift that keeps on giving. It was the first time I dared to glance down at him. When he adjusted himself, he looked away momentarily and I took advantage of the time to stare at his crotch.
It wasn't one of those simple adjustments. He seemed to prolong it, pressing the folds of his shorts together several times and thinking nothing of me sitting a foot or so away from him.
Maybe this was my mind, the mind of a lecher. Most guys probably aren't even concerned about that type of move. They most likely don't give another guy's presence a second thought. They just do it when the need arises. Makes sense; however, in this case, Cally was treading on dangerous ground. I wanted some of that and that type of thing made him all the more irresistible. I felt the slight rise in my shorts before I quickly willed the thought away.
"So you ready for a beer?" I chanced the move.
Cally didn't look at me at first. It was like he was weighing his options or just be a little cautious, but my chance pulled through.
"Sure." he said with that wonderful full of life smile, "I'm ready."
Somehow, I knew there was more to his answer, but I wasn't certain, It could have been my overactive want in high gear and I decided to leave it at that. I got up from the bench.
"This way." I offered.
It only took a few minutes for Cally and I to reach my house. Yes,I lived in that beautiful secluded, wooded area that we had just been running through. I've always loved nature and it was here that I chose to reside for a combination of factors, but mainly for the privacy. I also loved the trails which bore the look of regular maintenance along with that primitive aspect.
You actually feel like you are enmeshed deep within a forest s you walk or run the gamut. They seem to go on endlessly; the deliberate planning of a estate broken down into several tracts. There are only seven of us back here in this area, although unbeknownst to the public. There are no signs or visible barriers to keep people away. Anyone venturing back far enough off the road would run into this sort of remote, sort of off the beaten path community. The homes within it represent the individual tastes of the owners, of which mine is one.
I'm not going to get on to all the details about my property. That's too drawn out. Suffice it to say, that I've done quite well in my Endocrinology practice, having built up a considerable reputation and a slew of centers across the country. I've also developed several well known products used on the market today by millions of Americans, So yes, I am wealthy but so is everyone who lives back here.
"How did you find this place?" I asked Cally.
"I just drove back here one day. I'm sort of curious in general." Cally went on to explain." I thought that eventually I'd probably run upon some private property with the "No Trespassing" signs in plain view, but I never did.
"Surprised." I asked.
"Hell yeah!" Cally responded urgently, " this place is awesome!" He spoke with the energy and enthusiasm of a youngster. "I haven't told anybody about it."
"I'm glad you like our little homestead." I offered.
"Like it. I love it." Cally looked at me with those soft sensual eyes, "I took a chance one day, parked my bike and got out and just started to run. I guess I thought that if I ran across anyone they might just think that I belong here and not hassle me."
"Have you?" I asked
"What?" he looked at me,
"Run into anyone?"
"Nope." he responded, " And I've been running here for several months now."
"This is the first time I've seen anyone back here. I don't even see the neighbors that much."
"That's good." Cally responded, "I'm not much into crowds."
"How far do you live from here?"
"A few miles." He answered, giving more detail. "It's pretty quiet where I live, but not this secluded. My pop built our house in a wooded place, not far from the city, but I'm long gone outta there. For now, I live by myself, while I build up my business."
"And that would be?" I asked,
"Pest, bugs termites, you name it. I'm up to seven employees now. Not bad for three years."
"I guess not." I was duly impressed, "I guess there's a need."
"Yep." Some of Cally's answers were short, maybe even a little distancing. but I certainly didn't get the feel that he was hiding anything and I decided to press on.
We were approaching my house. Cally was silent as we came up to the entrance, crossed the threshold and entered the foyer.
"Wow," he said, "Nice place."
"Thank you." I offered, not wanting to get into specifics about my home, "I like it."
"How long have you lived here?" He asked,
"Eleven years."
We walked through the foyer with its seventeen foot ceilings and massive chandelier. We peered up at the balcony bordered with rich cherry, the winding staircase off to the left, the library leading to the den and a host of other rooms through which we passed before we finally came to the back room in my house which overlooked the sylvan depth of my homestead and the woods beyond.
"This is unbelievable." Cally was smiling, "simply awesome," he said.
"Please have a seat." I motioned Cally over to the plush sectional, "I'll grab a couple of beers."
Cally gave me that approving look. His eyes seemed to betray his coming ease. He sat back, sinking deep into the sofa, his well developed thighs accented by the sky blue
shorts which hung loose exposing the dark underside of his thighs.
I could see the dark fabric of hair that flowed in delicate waves up and down his legs, blending into the soft tufts which covered his thighs, gradually disappearing beneath his shorts where the imagination took over.
His legs were spread wide, inviting and yet I knew it for what it was-an unpretentious
exercise of the obvious. He was at ease. Returning, I glimpsed the weight of the day
take over as his eyes grew heavy. That sudden overwhelming relaxation had seduced him, if only momentarily, into a type of stupor. He sat back in the quiet comfort of an old friend. I thought to myself.."amazing".
A few minutes later he opened his eyes to find me watching him.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"No reason to be." I followed, "the beer's still cold."
Cally rubbed his eyes and forced himself forward. He had sank back comfortably, so his initial efforts sent him back against the sectional. His legs flew up slightly. I halfheartedly chuckled at his attempts to right himself. Frankly, it was all about the joy of seeing this wonderful male so completely relaxed in my presence. It gave me a feeling of warmth within that transcended my sexual motives. The daddy was there, the comforting center of my existence where I could connect with the pure physical beauty
of youth, as if a spawn of my own making.
He managed to correct himself and get to his beer. His legs were still spread, slightly less, but apart enough that I could see the glorious development between his thighs, hanging, slightly loose in those revealing shorts, nut sack dipping slightly below the fold at his crotch.
A definite bulge indicated the resting place for this dude's pouch. The pointed tip, a little above and laying slightly to the right indicated the lay of his cock. From a respectful distance, say two or three feet, which is where I sat( well, where did you expect me to sit? across the room form him?)
Hell no, I was right there upon that, but not to close for my interest to be obvious....anyway, as I was indicating, I could see the slight swell of the tip of his cock head through his shorts. It was driving me crazy. This part was always the sexiest.When you could imagine, be so close and yet not have full access to the source of your dreams. Half naked, under clad guys showing box, like in GQ had always turned me on. I let my imagination run free and I was certainly there at that moment so I had to contain myself.
Cally slurped his beer, seemingly ignorant of my fantasy. If he was aware of my admiration, he took it all in stride. Between gulps, which is the way he drank, he was simply gazing around at everything as if he were in a museum.
"It seems a bit overwhelming, doesn't it?" I asked.
"Where'd you get all this stuff?"
"I loved the simplicity of his question. There was no pretentiousness there, no attempt to intellectually curry any type of favor with me. There was implicit flattery in the statement, but not deliberate. It was one of those genuine curiousities. I could see it in his eyes as he looked around.
"This is some neat shit." he added. "Excuse me!" he caught himself, "need to watch my mouth. We both smiled at that, he, out of his embarrassment, me, for other reasons. You figure it out.
"Just some things from different countries." I added. "keepsakes. souvenirs." I really didn't' want to get into the story behind all my accumulated crap that others could find beauty in. Well yeah, I guess some of it was special or I wouldn't have carted it all the way home from the God fearing regions of the world, but here and now, I didn't want to talk about it. I merely wanted to sit there and stare at his beautiful thighs, marvel at the sculpture beneath the fabric, snug, pressed there against the warmth of his inner thigh, yearning to be free.
There I go again with my active imagination. In reality, his dick was there and I could see the head poke out beneath the cloth and so I knew what that was, and that his nuts had obviously dropped into that position, revealing a sturdy bulge. It was a simple choice and so I chose horniness over composure, but I wasn't about to let this guy slip from my hold by some premature advance. I'd bide my time.
Truthfully, since this was the first time I'd had the chance to hook up with Cally, the extent of his presence known only through his frequent forays onto the trials through the deep woods bordering my property, I couldn't very well gauge his reactions; however, as he looked around I did detect a bit of reserve the way he offered up his opinions.
Also, on more than one occasion, and understanding the male libido quite well, I could see an underlying mischief in the way he looked intently at me as he spoke. Our conversation was true, not strained, but relaxed as if to offer up the suggestion that any topic could be broached. As we sat there, both of us chugging one then another beer, feeling it go to our heads after a long day, it truly became an inspirational first meeting. I felt good and I could tell by Cally's banter back and forth with me that he felt the same.
Several times, he let his hands run down across his thighs, briefly lifting the fabric, exposing a swath of man fur that creeped up into his crotch, disappearing from sight. He rubbed his thighs gingerly, occasionally grabbing the tip of his dick with two fingers, rolling the head as to counteract an itch. He probably wasn't aware that I noticed each occurrence of said act, but it was on my mind.
My folly was in the unique lecher that I had become, clever and indeed treacherous. that's why I kept mind, body and spirit together. I needed to look good for my pleasure. A pretty picture with a broken frame would serve no use in my hunt, and the hunt was so much the better of my joy.
The second beer, and the timing was perfect. Twilight had just settled in and the balcony overlooking the wooded ravine was welcoming. We moved from the comforts
of the den to table side, where an inlay mosaic, framed in oak, supported by a sturdy
base of rosewood, served as the centerpiece for our beers.
Cally was initially hesitant to sit his beer on such a masterful table, but I saw the hesitation and handed him a coaster. I sat mine down without one. You couldn't hurt this mosaic. I had it shipped here from Peru and it seemed impervious to abuse. All the same, it was a beauty and being full of my collection, I valued his thoughtfulness.
The sun set full over the horizon and the mesh of tightly connected underbrush formed a foundation for the weave of stately pines, deeply embedded in the ravine, then rising to level off into a sinuous network of old and new growth which ran along the trails. We could look out from our view and capture the beauty of this place-this small area of the world, within the metropolis, where all seemed to be outside of worry as twilight moved to night. This was my home and I felt blessed to be so fortunate.
I guess that was the overall feeling because in a short span of time we had become comfortable with each other. The approach of night had taken us from rushed mode to the ease that flows with evening tide. For the longest moment Cally sat there sort of mesmerized by the view. I knew it to be one of the most beautiful in the county, but I wasn't willing to offer up my prejudiced angle on my home. I let it rest, let him enjoy that which was before him. I said nothing, keeping my distance from his thoughts so that he take it all in. I wanted the moment perfect and it was.
I don't think either of us wanted to admit how tired we were. The day had been full of events and the presence of Cally was emotionally draining for me. I wanted this guy to like me; to take me as a confidante, and of course to lead him into the throes of pure male to male comaraderie.
It existed, I had known bits of it at different points of my life with other males, but marriage and family had interrupted this cycle in my life. I, like most males had let go to conformity, ignored my own feelings in favor of accepted social norms. Truth be told, I had never been in love with the mother of my two children. Now, alone. my wife deceased of her own psychotic wanderings, my kids grown, successful, my time was finally my own, at last.
Cally was at that point, at least I felt that way about his driff into the ease of the evening. That release, made it easy for him to warm up to me. He looked at me with the special sentiment of an early friendship. I truly felt that truth could evolve from this and that our mutual bond could develop, unhindered.
I wanted to touch him so bad, to feel his maleness, savor the aroma of his masculating presence, maybe take a pinch of his flavor for memory. He was about me, near me and leisurely prolonging the moment. Even in my need, I recognized the unpredictable and so chose the safe company of distance. I wasn't sure, but that's always the case. I needed to feel the signs more deeply, to let them cross my path, feed more into my sensibilties about the moment. Then, I would feel more confident, free to explore.
Cally let his hand brush slightly against his thigh. For a moment it lingered there, a small pinch of his dick head between his fingers: the typical male scratch or stimulation. I couldn't tell, but I surmised that Cally might be throwing me conscious signals to act on, comfortable ways by which straight males make known their ease and willingness, but I still needed more.
"Wow, I'm tired." Cally said, "I hate to ruin the moment but I think if I don't get going, I won't make it home."
"Stay here tonight." I was forward. It was a deliberate, but measured in its intent. There was no indicator to give away my thoughts. In reality, I was tired also and the beers made rest imminent.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that." Cally said.
"This way." I motioned as I got up from the table. It was definitely hard to leave the moment, but sleep beckoned.
We slowly made our way to the bedroom where Cally would sleep. I could tell you about the slow revelations of a straight male, many fashioned from fatique, and the dreamy
concourse of expressions gradually spilling from his tongue, but that would ruin later moments. These were the tired times, the special times when guys let down their defenses.
On the way to the bedroom, he slipped off his shirt to reveal a beautifully sculpted torso. He was so carefree about the way he showed himself to me, and the closeness
of his approach made me feel wonderful. This guy was taking all the challenge, well at least some of it, out of my quest.
After indicating the whereabouts of bathroom and toiletry items, I moved to the door, unrepentent about my desires, but careful. I stood there and looked at him as he slipped his shoes off and with the casualness of an old friend, swiftly slid his briefs down and over his magnificent ass. He stood there naked, his stately, but relaxed man piece hanging, his balls falling slightly beneath. I salivated and hoped
he didn't notice.
"Goodnight." Those were his last words as he lay down on the bed, his beautiful spread accented by the depth of his tan against the white linen. The rest was up to me.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
"Cally's Move": An Erotic Novel in Progress
Prologue:
What I'm about to detail here, may seem strange to you. Indeed my experiences as a gay man have been quite different than other men that I've talked to over the years. While my conversations with other guys have revealed how much they would love to seduce straight men, very few do, or know how to truly get a bisexual or straight guy
as a friend and willing sex partner.
Put simply, I've had my share of experiences with guys
who identified themselves as gay. I’ve always enjoyed the pleasures of the straight male. Its not something new or an acquired taste, but rather, something I’ve experienced since I was young.
Yes, I’m older than you think and my sexual encounters are replete with illicit trysts. My masculine buddies have made sexual life one of complete fulfillment. When they’re not around, my imagination is
without bounds, and I can willingly borrow from my experiences to whip myself into a sexual frenzy in no time. I am a lover of masculine gay, bi and especially, straight men .
It is this fact alone which has led me down the road to having sex with more straight men . Oh, there is another reason,: All men love a good blow job and I’m no exception. Second to having a stupor inducing set of lips around one’s organ, wanking, or as they call it in the hood, ‘rubbing one out’ is the quickest way to euphoria, if only for a moment.
I don’t mean to undermine the pleasures of a good screw, but that takes planning. Blow jobs also require a willing participant., but masturbation is by far the quickest route to satisfaction and it here that I’ve generated the greatest pleasure,
Men love to pleasure themselves and will readily do so if a nice pair of lips, a tight pussy or willing bunghole is unavailable. Very few men reach total orgasm from a set of lips unless a guy has an unbelievable technique coupled with amazing endurance, The end result of getting your cock sucked is usually you or your partner finishing the job with your hand. The typical mouth simply can’t endure the rigors of bringing a guy to nut without help. That’s why they both work together well.
By the way, I know there’s that group of ya’ll that fancy yourselves as the greatest cock suckers in the world. You probably take offense at the suggestion that in the end, you need to jack your guy some to finish the job, but it’s true. Unless the dude’s incredibly horny and ready to blow the instant your lips surround his meat, you’ll need to help him along at the end. Cumming requires intensity and no let up. The average mouth can’t endure that long and you all know it. So, with that out of the way, lets get on with my story. It’s a good one.
What I'm about to detail here, may seem strange to you. Indeed my experiences as a gay man have been quite different than other men that I've talked to over the years. While my conversations with other guys have revealed how much they would love to seduce straight men, very few do, or know how to truly get a bisexual or straight guy
as a friend and willing sex partner.
Put simply, I've had my share of experiences with guys
who identified themselves as gay. I’ve always enjoyed the pleasures of the straight male. Its not something new or an acquired taste, but rather, something I’ve experienced since I was young.
Yes, I’m older than you think and my sexual encounters are replete with illicit trysts. My masculine buddies have made sexual life one of complete fulfillment. When they’re not around, my imagination is
without bounds, and I can willingly borrow from my experiences to whip myself into a sexual frenzy in no time. I am a lover of masculine gay, bi and especially, straight men .
It is this fact alone which has led me down the road to having sex with more straight men . Oh, there is another reason,: All men love a good blow job and I’m no exception. Second to having a stupor inducing set of lips around one’s organ, wanking, or as they call it in the hood, ‘rubbing one out’ is the quickest way to euphoria, if only for a moment.
I don’t mean to undermine the pleasures of a good screw, but that takes planning. Blow jobs also require a willing participant., but masturbation is by far the quickest route to satisfaction and it here that I’ve generated the greatest pleasure,
Men love to pleasure themselves and will readily do so if a nice pair of lips, a tight pussy or willing bunghole is unavailable. Very few men reach total orgasm from a set of lips unless a guy has an unbelievable technique coupled with amazing endurance, The end result of getting your cock sucked is usually you or your partner finishing the job with your hand. The typical mouth simply can’t endure the rigors of bringing a guy to nut without help. That’s why they both work together well.
By the way, I know there’s that group of ya’ll that fancy yourselves as the greatest cock suckers in the world. You probably take offense at the suggestion that in the end, you need to jack your guy some to finish the job, but it’s true. Unless the dude’s incredibly horny and ready to blow the instant your lips surround his meat, you’ll need to help him along at the end. Cumming requires intensity and no let up. The average mouth can’t endure that long and you all know it. So, with that out of the way, lets get on with my story. It’s a good one.
Cally's Move-Chapter 1
Chapter One: (1)
“Come here,” Cally motioned to me. He had stopped in the middle of working that beautiful piece over. His other two buddies briefly noticed the pause, but continued on. The moment was too right. At the back of their minds, they must have wondered why he’d stopped. A moment ago, he was lost in the fast stroke of his cock as he slid his left, then right hand down and up the shaft, intermittently pausing to use
both hands. He was proud of that and I could see it on his face. The once shy boy had now become confident.
Yes, there were two of his buddies there on that gorgeous spring day. It was a little after 11:AM, and with the workout over, they were willing and ready and so they had landed at my place.
No, it wasn't accidental, I had planned it in that way and could only hope for the best. Now as I made the effort to move toward Cally, I felt something akin to pure joy as I watched these three guys pump their willing cocks into a frenzy. I moved between the three. It was all about the camaraderie and the erotic nature of what was happening. Three fine males, all willing, and anxious to get a nut had chosen me as the token gay guy to watch them jack their dicks to orgasm. These boys were gonna cum for me and I wanted it all.
I could tell by the intensity in their eyes that each wanted to outdo the other and it was here that I found the eroticism unbelievable. Two of them were on the couch and Cally was seated on the love seat, his ample legs spread wide, his back hunched into the material so his ass was close to the edge of the seat. From this view, you could see the ample hair which wound its way from his inner thighs to the crack of his ass. It grouped there and it was a beautiful sight to behold. This was pure stud meat and Cally and his two buds were at their finest as they performed the ageless ritual of masturbation.
I got up o move to him, briefly letting go of my cock. I let my shorts fall down around my ankles. I started to hobble, but then impatiently kicked the shorts away. I was all too curious, in fact each move was grinding into my need, the desire to please each of them. This has been a long time coming, almost two years. With so many thoughts raging through my mind, it was hard to believe that this could be the start of something special. More than that, it was the culmination of something that I
knew possible, but which very few guys had experienced, Eroticism.
I didn't want to carry it too far but I also realized that these moments didn't come that often and the chance of getting these three studs to work a little more than their cocks was tempting, but I didn't want to push the envelope. So it wasn't strange that one of them, Nathan , had more than casually taken notice of me moving toward Cally.
Nathan, wow what a man. I'll get into the specifics later but here was a dude that at age 27, was the epitome of a sexy man. He was confident, in some ways, much more than Cally, and he had been with me since our first encounter, two years back. They all had, I basically met them together and our friendship had developed in that time, the four of us, slowly, deliberately moving toward this point, although they may have been unaware that any relationship with me would open them up to more than their young egos were ready for. Maybe, I say just maybe, because it occurred to me that I could be the pawn in a long sought after grouping. Who knows? It didn't matter. Any guy would cherish a moment like this, and I intended to do so.
I couldn't take my eyes off Cally's cock. Jason was too noticeable. Like Nathan, he stretched back on that couch, his legs, spread wide, barely allowing himself to touch Nathan. He was the competitor and he was damn proud of that meat between his legs. He slapped it back it back and forth. I knew he was doing it so that I would notice the muscled symmetry of his dick. It was proportionally perfect, cut, with thick veins which were accented in winding spirals as they wound their way up and down his shaft. A soft purple head, accented with a hue of pink blended into his piss-slit , which was wide, deep into the head, I remember thinking when I had first seen it that it was the deepest slit I'd ever seen on a guy, that his piss must be powerful, that his cum would explode from that momentous head in a seeking torrent. And, it had, on many occasions.
Then there was Nathan and the uncut smoothness of his cock, contrasted against the other two. Covering the head, Nate's dick was covered with a sheath of skin that gave way at the head, folding into a extended foreskin that hung away from his dick at least a half inch, or so it seemed. That sucker was a perfect docking place with another dude like him, but I knew he had never done that, at least I let myself believe that. I wanted it all for me and it was difficult for me to continue on with my prejudices against this uncut guy after seeing Nate's dick.
It was heavy, you know what I mean. When you took it in your hand you could feel the weight and it was smooth. Nathan didn't need any lube to jack his gift. An abundance of natural lubrication, precum and a natural sliding motion of his skin, made his masturbation a work of art.
It was erotic as hell to watch this stud, lay back and start his heavy handed wank on his dick. There was something about Nathan's dick that was ripe for every man's want. His shy, and yet aggressive way that he beat up on it could bring out the best in Cally and Jason.
I caught him fingering a strand of precum, lifting it from his head slowly so the others could see. He was a show off. They all were. He slowly pressed his foreskin together, letting the ample fluid seep from the head of his cock as he pulled back the skin to expose a very pink head, engorged, and seeming way too big to hide under that cloak. The he let the skin fold back over it, taking his time so the rest of them could see his manhood in its true beauty.
Cally had briefly looked over at the display. They were smiling and it was evident that each wanted to turn the other on. They were feeding off of one another. I approached Cally.. As I walked up to him, the dude looked at me, and I have to say it was one of most sensual moments that I had ever experienced with my friend. There was subtle, hidden allure in the way that he looked at me, his lips curving in gently to a small whisper as the throes of his ecstasy increased.
Blinded, by what was no ore than pure lust, my heart was racing. This wasn't the first, our times together had been countless in the past two years, but there was something about his look this time. Cally had something to prove, I could see it in his eyes.
He slowed his motion on his cock, temporarily gorging it at the base of his shaft, letting the veins surface prominently along its length. Holding his meat with his left hand, he slowly edged the head of his dick, encircling it with his fingers, touching it ever so lightly, caressing the the engorged head and circling it with his fingers. It was an open invitation and Cally had never before invited me in to his eroticism this way.
I knew Jason and Nathan were curious. I knew what to do, and unafraid of the others reaction, I bent down in front of him, all the while stroking my dick slowly. I wanted the moment to last. I watched Cally throw a quick glance down at my dick as I kept up the stroke, but focused more on what was before me.
He once again smiled at me as the words came in an almost forced whisper, I heard them, damn it! I heard them and it almost made me blow right there. But it was too early. Cally pressed the slit of his dick together. Early semen slipped through the opening as he watched my reaction. I was hungry and he knew it. This was the tease.
Then he did something I had never seen him do. He let it gather on his finger and brought it up to his mouth, pausing to look at the early release and then he stuck his finger in his mouth. He smiled again. I don't know if Nathan or Jason caught the action, but Cally was in his own world..
"Come on," he whispered, pointing to his cock, he moved his hand away, God,was it freaking beautiful. It took all of my control as I slowly bent down in front of him. Jason and Nathan were looking over at us. I could see the look of surprise and yet I felt that they somehow weren't even about to judge Cally. In fact, it was one of those looks that indicated that they could be willing.
When they saw the first bobb of my head, both went back to jacking, I could see with the eyes in the back of my head that they were excited. "Fuck," I heard one of them say. I wouldn't turn around. By this time I was immersed in the pleasure of Cally's cock.
I slid my mouth and down, gasping at times , slow and smooth on the next stroke as my hungry throat stole the thunder from his dick and waited for it to flood my gullet. I could taste his juices and I was in heaven as I tried to contain myself, keep some skill in my cock-sucking.
If I got too hungry, I could ruin his momentum, throw his build up off. So I slowed a bit, hoping to entice him even more. I took a quick look at Jason and Nathan. Just as I suspected, both had turned away from the porn DVD and were watching me suck Cally's cock.
There was a look of amazement in their eyes as Cally, for the first time, looked directly at them. He gave a thumbs up. One of those signs between straight boys. That was all the time he had before I skillfully engulfed his entire cock, head to base, in my mouth.
I held my head there for a moment, suckling at the base of his dick as I released and applied pressure with my lips. Cally moaned in delight. I could hear soft whispers coming from his mouth, dirty talk, that always turned me on and something that Cally was good at. I was his bitch in that pose, kneeled before him, jacking my cock as I sucked. I wanted nothing else.
Before I go on, I need to explain something, which is no more than my theory on the male libido. Put simply, males, and I'm no exception, wanna get off. They want you to do what gets them off and they're more concerned about busting a nut than your feelings.
In other words, they know that a great deal of your pleasure is derived from servicing them; therefore, they're not so hung up on you getting off because they know, especially straight guys, that after it's over, you'll love jacking to the experience over and over, long after its done. They know you'll hold it in your mind and in a way, your joy is so much more than there's.
Yours is lasting. That's the life of a fag. Some out there may disagree, but I believe this wholeheartedly. They're not selfish, but they know. They really do, and they're right.
Back to the sex. This shit doesn't come to mind when I'm sucking or fucking with some dude. I just thought I'd explain how I really feel. So I'm sucking this luscious cock, and Cally is loving it.
All of a sudden Jason stands up. and starts beating his cock furiously. He motions for Nathan to join him. The two of them leave the couch and move toward Cally and I. Well, I don't know what to say except that my adrenaline was going into overdrive. I was trying to control myself nut I saw coming what I'd dreamed about for a long time.
I had three stud guys within my grasp and each was turning the other on. I knew I was taking a chance when I initiated the mutual thing, but I really wasn't ready for them to be so willing.
Wow! As I sucked Cally's cock, I started drawing out the motion, carefully letting my lips gently cuff around his shaft as I moved slowly up and down. Cally's cock was perfect for this and I could see that he was enjoying the hell out of the this. I heard a few soft whispers escape his mouth and I knew he was into that euphoria thing. I could also feel him relaxing totally so that I could milk his shaft, long and deep. I felt his muscles tighten in his cock as I moved up and down..
At the end of an up and down motion with my lips, I stopped. I paused right at the tip of his cock head and began to ever so gently tease it with my tongue. then I covered half the head with my mouth while moving my tongue around the inside of his head.
Cally was breathing deeply at this point. What I hadn't noticed was that Jason had slowly eased himself slightly to the right of me. He was
moving his hand up and down that awesome meat.
His legs were slightly bent and his stance was strained,- a high intensity jacking stance. He moved his hand with a smooth agility along his shaft, intermittently titillating the shaft head with a finger, letting the precum coat the tip of his dick. he rubbed it around gently, as he jerked his head back in a gentle spasm of ecstasy.
Even with my mouth ensconced around Cally's shaft, I could see his slow and deliberate turn on, as he eagerly waxed heavy on his dick,, diligently stroking the entire length. He was showing off. He had some nice meat and he knew it. Cally had opened his eyes and was watching him.
Nathan was to the right of me. I was delirious with Cally's cock. It was almost as if I didn't want it to end. I mean, I had sucked this guy off so many times and each had been a journey into ecstasy. I couldn't get enough of him, but I'd also done the others.
Now, as if in an involuntary movement, my ass muscles began quivering, I shit you not! they began twitching. I know this because I work those muscles back there on a regular basis and I've gotten to know the twitching feel. It comes when I'm excited or have taken the quads to the limit.; lost like a lactic acid buildup that feels invigorating, intoxicating in its fullness. It sometimes seems like a faux
fuck when they start to twitch. It drives me crazy.
I saw Cally motion for Jason to come sit at his left side. For a moment, Cally disengaged his gorged cock from my needy moth and I was able to see it in all its
shiny magnificence. It gleamed in the filtered light which drifted into the rooms.
The sun was at that point where it cast shadows across the rooms. From our vantage point, we were outside of the rays as they streamed through the sheer drapes which spanned the large window. no one could see us but for that matter that was the last thing on our minds as we visited the stuff of dreams, at least my dreams .
Maybe they had known this would eventually happen. It was going fast. In a short period of time, Cally had moved the others, to come sit beside him. he motioned for Nathan to sit at his right as he moved to center. It was pure imagination, but it was real! they were there, these three stud guys before me, legs spread willingly and I in my missionary pose . I had waited for this moment and I intended to make the best of it.
"Slow down guys." the words escaped my mouth before I realized it. There was too much to do. I wasn't about to let them get over the edge before they feel the full pleasure of what I could offer them. And that's why they were there, after all.
Hell I know about these things with hetero guys. I know what their girlfriends aren't giving them. That's where I step in. More about that later. I had a choice now. Reluctantly, and torn between the torture of which beauty to cuff my lips around, I moved a bit to Nathan.
I was new to foreskin, but Nate's cock was, wow...it was so beautiful as his head tucked into the creased sheath which covered it slightly. As he stroked, he would take
he head, gently pushing it out so that you could see the wide piss slit of his dick. then he'd let is slip back, gripping the foreskin in his fingers and mussing it together.
His front load of early ejaculate was seeping from his head. I licked at it, let my tongue roll around the inside of his sheath, gathering up the sweet juice, salivating in its soothing pungency. I heard a slow, lamenting moan escape him as he wickedly thrust more of his dick into my mouth. He threw his head back and turned to Cally.
For a minute I thought that he was going to kiss him, but that thought was fleeting, as was the motion. He might have wanted to, because even a guy can get caught up in the eroticism of another dude. It was only the nature or better yet, the intensity of
the moment that had caused them to look at each other for that small fraction of
their wank.
There was definitely a glaze. I could see it in Nate's eyes and I knew I wasn't imagining it, but Cally seemed to be the same way or at least caught up in that time-that brief period of the erotic that has passed between them.
Jason was moving slowly over his cock, taking a second to follow the action of Nathan and Cally. If there was surprise in his eyes, it was hidden or absorbed in the timeliness of his stroke. He swallowed hard, that attempt for the mind to come to terms with the pure euphoria of the movement His strong lithe fingers gripped his cock, He was making love to his dick and it was pure man need.
He was centered and it was awesome to see him give in so freely to that need. as he slowly stroked. Jason was building in his lust. After a number of times, up and down the uncut shaft of Nathan, I moved quickly to Jason. I had something wicked in mind. Nathan was the darkest of the two, with an olive complexion and smooth as silk. He
looked to be a mixture of Indian and Polynesian.
His cock was the third in a trio of stud meat that was there, in front of me, towering like three obelisks to masculinity. You couldn't have pulled a more beautiful scene from any movie. It was just plain magic.
I got the feeling that amidst their delirium as the joy of manseed gradually made its way up their shafts, that they were in the moment and removed from any preconceived notions to their roles. Nathan didn't hesitate a second as I moved my wanting tongue to his source.
He let his hands fall way freely. He had cuffed one hand over the other. The head inched into view. It was real, bulging with blood, pulsing deeply within the head and ripe around the rim. It throbbed as I felt his pulse heighten in his dick.
I could feel the momentum as I increased my sucking. I wanted to taste this man, to salivate wildly as I tried my skill at moving him to orgasm without taking him over the
limit.
There were a couple more moves and he seemed a bit perplexed for that initial moment, when suddenly I stopped sucking his cock and drew away. But ti was only to be a minute and I knew that my next move might be controversial in the orchestrated ecstasy that I had engineered it.
I wasn't about to seek his approval or even solicit a moment of
curiosity. I had to make the move quickly and my actions needed to be so pronounced that he wouldn't have time to object.
With that, I took my mouth off his dick, lifted his hairy leg, and without aim, thrust my hungry mouth into his cherry. I found the soft center and dug deep, furrowing my tongue inward into his crack.
It tasted of man pungency, an intoxicating aroma of last bath and new sweat. He let out a surpassed moan that belied the newness. This was virgin territory. Once, a guy feels this, he's hooked. I also know that few hetero males have experience with this area of their bodies. its simply not done on a consistent basis by their female counterparts, as is true with males to females.
So back to where my tongue was: eating hungrily into that beautiful passion fruit. Nathan was overwhelmed .I know he didn't want to reveal the full extent of how this felt to him, but I could tell.
It's probably a first time male thing: he didn't allow Jason and Cally to know about the weakness that was the inexplicable ecstasy of getting rimmed. My face was buried in his crack and openly the momentary lapses for breath caught them jacking and looking down.
I saw Cally take his alternate hand and poke just beneath his balls with a single finger, just at the rim, searching, wondering about what Nathan was now experiencing. None of these guys had done this with me before.
I was burrowing so hard and yet trying to be gentle that I became lightheaded for a second and had to back off, but I wasn't taking my face out of this fine dude's ass. I was going to make him understand the sheer pleasure of getting his ass rimmed.
I stopped jacking my dick because it took two hands to handle his sculpted buns. When my tongue went deep, I could also feel the warmth of his bung channel, like a gentle mist that grouped in my nostrils.
My breath came back at me in the delight of that narrow confine. I could fall back on memories as pure male scent flooded my senses. But this could only last for so long. I had to stop and so it was with reluctance that I skillfully brought my tongue away from that tender confine. I was salivating the aroma of his ass juices had overtaken my senses and my face was wet, soaked with them.
I moved to Jason, who without any hesitation seemed to raise his legs for me. He had both of them up, whereas initially, I only had lifted one of Nathan;s. He was ready and he was damn well letting me know that if I wanted to eat his ass, he had no objection. There certainly wasn't any judgment there. I reveled in the ease with
which he welcomed me over.
My tongue went to work on him. Like Nathan, I couldn't get enough. Jason had slouched back deep into the couch by now. His legs were above my shoulders and his strong muscular thighs were covered with a deep pattern of dark fur, a weave of thick mass,
curling and intertwining, winding its way to the crack of his ass . It bunched there, tufts of splendid furry masculinity giving way to his center.
It pulsed as I hurriedly buried my mouth in his opening, creating a way for my excited tongue to slide deep, right past his crack, into the lining, where I rolled my tongue just inside, tasting the sweet inner membrane of his all so sweet anus. After a few minutes of pure heaven, my tongue tired, but best from the wear,
I was once again at my closest pal, While I was doing the other three, I was thinking about Cally. God, how I wanted for so long to broach the subject with him; to even get him to let me show him where I could take him sexually.
And now, it was there, waiting for me. Jason's and Nathan's willing acceptance of my overtures had all but solidified his acquiescence. I could tell, that what he'd said to me, almost two years ago, wouldn't ring true in this movement.
Back then he hadn't been into anal of any kind. In fact he even shied away from the
subject. It was sort of taboo. So I bid my time in the hope that I could bring him about. Recognize, that I didn't want to fuck him. Hell no, this was too much male substance to reduce my efforts to that. I wanted it and I wanted it badly.
So with much patience, I had endured our frequent gatherings, he and I. alone, sucking but no fucking. It had been fucking miserable, if not for the grace of his captivating tool which hung so wonderfully between those legs.
Cally's legs were like a stable horse, split and defined with sleek muscle that developed into solid thighs and formed the foundation for an exquisite ass. damn, how I had wanted to part those cheeks with my tongue, to let him feel, if only in a small way what it would be like to penetrate, to bury his weapon deep in my canal.
This time, I did lift both of his legs and unlike Jason, who was back to jacking his piece, he let them rise, but I could feel a slight resistance. I determined to ignore it and moved in somewhat forcefully, skillfully bringing both of them up, his ass directly in front of my face, and I slapped my face against his hole. Literally,
Jason and Nate's juices were still wet on my face as I made my way to his center: that parting, in his gorgeous development, the soft gratuitous cherry of a straight guy. This time, I lapped at his hole.
Although I couldn't see Cally's face, I could tell by the soft moans and once I heard him softly say "goddamn." I got an instant rush. from that. More than Jason or Nathan. It was important that Cally like what I was doing to him.
There had been so much between the sheets with us. The times when we'd known what we would be doing later and the girls with us didn't, yeah, we were the consummate fuck buddies.
Jason and Nathan had come after. More about them later. both of them have a story for me to tell and they fit well within the trio of my buds. Cally was prepped. He smelled like gym shorts. I don't how to put any other way, except he had that deep masculine smell that could drive me crazy. I could literally taste the sweat from his balls as a few drops of it settled down around my mouth as I licked at his sweet orifice. I
stopped my lapping and furrowed my tongue, sharply sending it into his hole.
Yeah. I could immediately taste that sweet flavor of the inner lining of his hole. I don't know if that was his sphincter or further into his rectum, but it did me good. My hard was throbbing and I couldn't touch it.
There was too much intensity at that moment and I needed to concentrate on my boys, in particular, this one. I forced myself, yes forced myself to pull my face from Cally's redolent hole. Jason and Nathan had gathered a sizable amount of pre cum seeping from their dicks. I could tell by the way they squeezed the slits together, forcing it out. They were watching me tongue Cally's hole and mixing with one another in their emotions. I could tell it was coming. I looked up from between Cally's magnificent thighs.
"Now," I asked him. he nodded his head with great reluctance and sort of rolled his eyes. The others got the clue. Nathan reached over, took the tip of his finger and I could tell Jason was just as surprised,- ran it around of Jason's dick head where a large visible bead of the glorious early release had slipped from between his
fingers.
He let it rest on the tip of his finger. Slowly, he brought it to his mouth . sticking his finger slightly in his mouth, he tasted his buddies ooze. He smiled. They released their cocks from their holds. We had agreed to play this game. The rest would have to wait. Man..! this was sheer torture. We all thought that as we gathered our clothes, dressed and walked out of the room. There would be another time.
“Come here,” Cally motioned to me. He had stopped in the middle of working that beautiful piece over. His other two buddies briefly noticed the pause, but continued on. The moment was too right. At the back of their minds, they must have wondered why he’d stopped. A moment ago, he was lost in the fast stroke of his cock as he slid his left, then right hand down and up the shaft, intermittently pausing to use
both hands. He was proud of that and I could see it on his face. The once shy boy had now become confident.
Yes, there were two of his buddies there on that gorgeous spring day. It was a little after 11:AM, and with the workout over, they were willing and ready and so they had landed at my place.
No, it wasn't accidental, I had planned it in that way and could only hope for the best. Now as I made the effort to move toward Cally, I felt something akin to pure joy as I watched these three guys pump their willing cocks into a frenzy. I moved between the three. It was all about the camaraderie and the erotic nature of what was happening. Three fine males, all willing, and anxious to get a nut had chosen me as the token gay guy to watch them jack their dicks to orgasm. These boys were gonna cum for me and I wanted it all.
I could tell by the intensity in their eyes that each wanted to outdo the other and it was here that I found the eroticism unbelievable. Two of them were on the couch and Cally was seated on the love seat, his ample legs spread wide, his back hunched into the material so his ass was close to the edge of the seat. From this view, you could see the ample hair which wound its way from his inner thighs to the crack of his ass. It grouped there and it was a beautiful sight to behold. This was pure stud meat and Cally and his two buds were at their finest as they performed the ageless ritual of masturbation.
I got up o move to him, briefly letting go of my cock. I let my shorts fall down around my ankles. I started to hobble, but then impatiently kicked the shorts away. I was all too curious, in fact each move was grinding into my need, the desire to please each of them. This has been a long time coming, almost two years. With so many thoughts raging through my mind, it was hard to believe that this could be the start of something special. More than that, it was the culmination of something that I
knew possible, but which very few guys had experienced, Eroticism.
I didn't want to carry it too far but I also realized that these moments didn't come that often and the chance of getting these three studs to work a little more than their cocks was tempting, but I didn't want to push the envelope. So it wasn't strange that one of them, Nathan , had more than casually taken notice of me moving toward Cally.
Nathan, wow what a man. I'll get into the specifics later but here was a dude that at age 27, was the epitome of a sexy man. He was confident, in some ways, much more than Cally, and he had been with me since our first encounter, two years back. They all had, I basically met them together and our friendship had developed in that time, the four of us, slowly, deliberately moving toward this point, although they may have been unaware that any relationship with me would open them up to more than their young egos were ready for. Maybe, I say just maybe, because it occurred to me that I could be the pawn in a long sought after grouping. Who knows? It didn't matter. Any guy would cherish a moment like this, and I intended to do so.
I couldn't take my eyes off Cally's cock. Jason was too noticeable. Like Nathan, he stretched back on that couch, his legs, spread wide, barely allowing himself to touch Nathan. He was the competitor and he was damn proud of that meat between his legs. He slapped it back it back and forth. I knew he was doing it so that I would notice the muscled symmetry of his dick. It was proportionally perfect, cut, with thick veins which were accented in winding spirals as they wound their way up and down his shaft. A soft purple head, accented with a hue of pink blended into his piss-slit , which was wide, deep into the head, I remember thinking when I had first seen it that it was the deepest slit I'd ever seen on a guy, that his piss must be powerful, that his cum would explode from that momentous head in a seeking torrent. And, it had, on many occasions.
Then there was Nathan and the uncut smoothness of his cock, contrasted against the other two. Covering the head, Nate's dick was covered with a sheath of skin that gave way at the head, folding into a extended foreskin that hung away from his dick at least a half inch, or so it seemed. That sucker was a perfect docking place with another dude like him, but I knew he had never done that, at least I let myself believe that. I wanted it all for me and it was difficult for me to continue on with my prejudices against this uncut guy after seeing Nate's dick.
It was heavy, you know what I mean. When you took it in your hand you could feel the weight and it was smooth. Nathan didn't need any lube to jack his gift. An abundance of natural lubrication, precum and a natural sliding motion of his skin, made his masturbation a work of art.
It was erotic as hell to watch this stud, lay back and start his heavy handed wank on his dick. There was something about Nathan's dick that was ripe for every man's want. His shy, and yet aggressive way that he beat up on it could bring out the best in Cally and Jason.
I caught him fingering a strand of precum, lifting it from his head slowly so the others could see. He was a show off. They all were. He slowly pressed his foreskin together, letting the ample fluid seep from the head of his cock as he pulled back the skin to expose a very pink head, engorged, and seeming way too big to hide under that cloak. The he let the skin fold back over it, taking his time so the rest of them could see his manhood in its true beauty.
Cally had briefly looked over at the display. They were smiling and it was evident that each wanted to turn the other on. They were feeding off of one another. I approached Cally.. As I walked up to him, the dude looked at me, and I have to say it was one of most sensual moments that I had ever experienced with my friend. There was subtle, hidden allure in the way that he looked at me, his lips curving in gently to a small whisper as the throes of his ecstasy increased.
Blinded, by what was no ore than pure lust, my heart was racing. This wasn't the first, our times together had been countless in the past two years, but there was something about his look this time. Cally had something to prove, I could see it in his eyes.
He slowed his motion on his cock, temporarily gorging it at the base of his shaft, letting the veins surface prominently along its length. Holding his meat with his left hand, he slowly edged the head of his dick, encircling it with his fingers, touching it ever so lightly, caressing the the engorged head and circling it with his fingers. It was an open invitation and Cally had never before invited me in to his eroticism this way.
I knew Jason and Nathan were curious. I knew what to do, and unafraid of the others reaction, I bent down in front of him, all the while stroking my dick slowly. I wanted the moment to last. I watched Cally throw a quick glance down at my dick as I kept up the stroke, but focused more on what was before me.
He once again smiled at me as the words came in an almost forced whisper, I heard them, damn it! I heard them and it almost made me blow right there. But it was too early. Cally pressed the slit of his dick together. Early semen slipped through the opening as he watched my reaction. I was hungry and he knew it. This was the tease.
Then he did something I had never seen him do. He let it gather on his finger and brought it up to his mouth, pausing to look at the early release and then he stuck his finger in his mouth. He smiled again. I don't know if Nathan or Jason caught the action, but Cally was in his own world..
"Come on," he whispered, pointing to his cock, he moved his hand away, God,was it freaking beautiful. It took all of my control as I slowly bent down in front of him. Jason and Nathan were looking over at us. I could see the look of surprise and yet I felt that they somehow weren't even about to judge Cally. In fact, it was one of those looks that indicated that they could be willing.
When they saw the first bobb of my head, both went back to jacking, I could see with the eyes in the back of my head that they were excited. "Fuck," I heard one of them say. I wouldn't turn around. By this time I was immersed in the pleasure of Cally's cock.
I slid my mouth and down, gasping at times , slow and smooth on the next stroke as my hungry throat stole the thunder from his dick and waited for it to flood my gullet. I could taste his juices and I was in heaven as I tried to contain myself, keep some skill in my cock-sucking.
If I got too hungry, I could ruin his momentum, throw his build up off. So I slowed a bit, hoping to entice him even more. I took a quick look at Jason and Nathan. Just as I suspected, both had turned away from the porn DVD and were watching me suck Cally's cock.
There was a look of amazement in their eyes as Cally, for the first time, looked directly at them. He gave a thumbs up. One of those signs between straight boys. That was all the time he had before I skillfully engulfed his entire cock, head to base, in my mouth.
I held my head there for a moment, suckling at the base of his dick as I released and applied pressure with my lips. Cally moaned in delight. I could hear soft whispers coming from his mouth, dirty talk, that always turned me on and something that Cally was good at. I was his bitch in that pose, kneeled before him, jacking my cock as I sucked. I wanted nothing else.
Before I go on, I need to explain something, which is no more than my theory on the male libido. Put simply, males, and I'm no exception, wanna get off. They want you to do what gets them off and they're more concerned about busting a nut than your feelings.
In other words, they know that a great deal of your pleasure is derived from servicing them; therefore, they're not so hung up on you getting off because they know, especially straight guys, that after it's over, you'll love jacking to the experience over and over, long after its done. They know you'll hold it in your mind and in a way, your joy is so much more than there's.
Yours is lasting. That's the life of a fag. Some out there may disagree, but I believe this wholeheartedly. They're not selfish, but they know. They really do, and they're right.
Back to the sex. This shit doesn't come to mind when I'm sucking or fucking with some dude. I just thought I'd explain how I really feel. So I'm sucking this luscious cock, and Cally is loving it.
All of a sudden Jason stands up. and starts beating his cock furiously. He motions for Nathan to join him. The two of them leave the couch and move toward Cally and I. Well, I don't know what to say except that my adrenaline was going into overdrive. I was trying to control myself nut I saw coming what I'd dreamed about for a long time.
I had three stud guys within my grasp and each was turning the other on. I knew I was taking a chance when I initiated the mutual thing, but I really wasn't ready for them to be so willing.
Wow! As I sucked Cally's cock, I started drawing out the motion, carefully letting my lips gently cuff around his shaft as I moved slowly up and down. Cally's cock was perfect for this and I could see that he was enjoying the hell out of the this. I heard a few soft whispers escape his mouth and I knew he was into that euphoria thing. I could also feel him relaxing totally so that I could milk his shaft, long and deep. I felt his muscles tighten in his cock as I moved up and down..
At the end of an up and down motion with my lips, I stopped. I paused right at the tip of his cock head and began to ever so gently tease it with my tongue. then I covered half the head with my mouth while moving my tongue around the inside of his head.
Cally was breathing deeply at this point. What I hadn't noticed was that Jason had slowly eased himself slightly to the right of me. He was
moving his hand up and down that awesome meat.
His legs were slightly bent and his stance was strained,- a high intensity jacking stance. He moved his hand with a smooth agility along his shaft, intermittently titillating the shaft head with a finger, letting the precum coat the tip of his dick. he rubbed it around gently, as he jerked his head back in a gentle spasm of ecstasy.
Even with my mouth ensconced around Cally's shaft, I could see his slow and deliberate turn on, as he eagerly waxed heavy on his dick,, diligently stroking the entire length. He was showing off. He had some nice meat and he knew it. Cally had opened his eyes and was watching him.
Nathan was to the right of me. I was delirious with Cally's cock. It was almost as if I didn't want it to end. I mean, I had sucked this guy off so many times and each had been a journey into ecstasy. I couldn't get enough of him, but I'd also done the others.
Now, as if in an involuntary movement, my ass muscles began quivering, I shit you not! they began twitching. I know this because I work those muscles back there on a regular basis and I've gotten to know the twitching feel. It comes when I'm excited or have taken the quads to the limit.; lost like a lactic acid buildup that feels invigorating, intoxicating in its fullness. It sometimes seems like a faux
fuck when they start to twitch. It drives me crazy.
I saw Cally motion for Jason to come sit at his left side. For a moment, Cally disengaged his gorged cock from my needy moth and I was able to see it in all its
shiny magnificence. It gleamed in the filtered light which drifted into the rooms.
The sun was at that point where it cast shadows across the rooms. From our vantage point, we were outside of the rays as they streamed through the sheer drapes which spanned the large window. no one could see us but for that matter that was the last thing on our minds as we visited the stuff of dreams, at least my dreams .
Maybe they had known this would eventually happen. It was going fast. In a short period of time, Cally had moved the others, to come sit beside him. he motioned for Nathan to sit at his right as he moved to center. It was pure imagination, but it was real! they were there, these three stud guys before me, legs spread willingly and I in my missionary pose . I had waited for this moment and I intended to make the best of it.
"Slow down guys." the words escaped my mouth before I realized it. There was too much to do. I wasn't about to let them get over the edge before they feel the full pleasure of what I could offer them. And that's why they were there, after all.
Hell I know about these things with hetero guys. I know what their girlfriends aren't giving them. That's where I step in. More about that later. I had a choice now. Reluctantly, and torn between the torture of which beauty to cuff my lips around, I moved a bit to Nathan.
I was new to foreskin, but Nate's cock was, wow...it was so beautiful as his head tucked into the creased sheath which covered it slightly. As he stroked, he would take
he head, gently pushing it out so that you could see the wide piss slit of his dick. then he'd let is slip back, gripping the foreskin in his fingers and mussing it together.
His front load of early ejaculate was seeping from his head. I licked at it, let my tongue roll around the inside of his sheath, gathering up the sweet juice, salivating in its soothing pungency. I heard a slow, lamenting moan escape him as he wickedly thrust more of his dick into my mouth. He threw his head back and turned to Cally.
For a minute I thought that he was going to kiss him, but that thought was fleeting, as was the motion. He might have wanted to, because even a guy can get caught up in the eroticism of another dude. It was only the nature or better yet, the intensity of
the moment that had caused them to look at each other for that small fraction of
their wank.
There was definitely a glaze. I could see it in Nate's eyes and I knew I wasn't imagining it, but Cally seemed to be the same way or at least caught up in that time-that brief period of the erotic that has passed between them.
Jason was moving slowly over his cock, taking a second to follow the action of Nathan and Cally. If there was surprise in his eyes, it was hidden or absorbed in the timeliness of his stroke. He swallowed hard, that attempt for the mind to come to terms with the pure euphoria of the movement His strong lithe fingers gripped his cock, He was making love to his dick and it was pure man need.
He was centered and it was awesome to see him give in so freely to that need. as he slowly stroked. Jason was building in his lust. After a number of times, up and down the uncut shaft of Nathan, I moved quickly to Jason. I had something wicked in mind. Nathan was the darkest of the two, with an olive complexion and smooth as silk. He
looked to be a mixture of Indian and Polynesian.
His cock was the third in a trio of stud meat that was there, in front of me, towering like three obelisks to masculinity. You couldn't have pulled a more beautiful scene from any movie. It was just plain magic.
I got the feeling that amidst their delirium as the joy of manseed gradually made its way up their shafts, that they were in the moment and removed from any preconceived notions to their roles. Nathan didn't hesitate a second as I moved my wanting tongue to his source.
He let his hands fall way freely. He had cuffed one hand over the other. The head inched into view. It was real, bulging with blood, pulsing deeply within the head and ripe around the rim. It throbbed as I felt his pulse heighten in his dick.
I could feel the momentum as I increased my sucking. I wanted to taste this man, to salivate wildly as I tried my skill at moving him to orgasm without taking him over the
limit.
There were a couple more moves and he seemed a bit perplexed for that initial moment, when suddenly I stopped sucking his cock and drew away. But ti was only to be a minute and I knew that my next move might be controversial in the orchestrated ecstasy that I had engineered it.
I wasn't about to seek his approval or even solicit a moment of
curiosity. I had to make the move quickly and my actions needed to be so pronounced that he wouldn't have time to object.
With that, I took my mouth off his dick, lifted his hairy leg, and without aim, thrust my hungry mouth into his cherry. I found the soft center and dug deep, furrowing my tongue inward into his crack.
It tasted of man pungency, an intoxicating aroma of last bath and new sweat. He let out a surpassed moan that belied the newness. This was virgin territory. Once, a guy feels this, he's hooked. I also know that few hetero males have experience with this area of their bodies. its simply not done on a consistent basis by their female counterparts, as is true with males to females.
So back to where my tongue was: eating hungrily into that beautiful passion fruit. Nathan was overwhelmed .I know he didn't want to reveal the full extent of how this felt to him, but I could tell.
It's probably a first time male thing: he didn't allow Jason and Cally to know about the weakness that was the inexplicable ecstasy of getting rimmed. My face was buried in his crack and openly the momentary lapses for breath caught them jacking and looking down.
I saw Cally take his alternate hand and poke just beneath his balls with a single finger, just at the rim, searching, wondering about what Nathan was now experiencing. None of these guys had done this with me before.
I was burrowing so hard and yet trying to be gentle that I became lightheaded for a second and had to back off, but I wasn't taking my face out of this fine dude's ass. I was going to make him understand the sheer pleasure of getting his ass rimmed.
I stopped jacking my dick because it took two hands to handle his sculpted buns. When my tongue went deep, I could also feel the warmth of his bung channel, like a gentle mist that grouped in my nostrils.
My breath came back at me in the delight of that narrow confine. I could fall back on memories as pure male scent flooded my senses. But this could only last for so long. I had to stop and so it was with reluctance that I skillfully brought my tongue away from that tender confine. I was salivating the aroma of his ass juices had overtaken my senses and my face was wet, soaked with them.
I moved to Jason, who without any hesitation seemed to raise his legs for me. He had both of them up, whereas initially, I only had lifted one of Nathan;s. He was ready and he was damn well letting me know that if I wanted to eat his ass, he had no objection. There certainly wasn't any judgment there. I reveled in the ease with
which he welcomed me over.
My tongue went to work on him. Like Nathan, I couldn't get enough. Jason had slouched back deep into the couch by now. His legs were above my shoulders and his strong muscular thighs were covered with a deep pattern of dark fur, a weave of thick mass,
curling and intertwining, winding its way to the crack of his ass . It bunched there, tufts of splendid furry masculinity giving way to his center.
It pulsed as I hurriedly buried my mouth in his opening, creating a way for my excited tongue to slide deep, right past his crack, into the lining, where I rolled my tongue just inside, tasting the sweet inner membrane of his all so sweet anus. After a few minutes of pure heaven, my tongue tired, but best from the wear,
I was once again at my closest pal, While I was doing the other three, I was thinking about Cally. God, how I wanted for so long to broach the subject with him; to even get him to let me show him where I could take him sexually.
And now, it was there, waiting for me. Jason's and Nathan's willing acceptance of my overtures had all but solidified his acquiescence. I could tell, that what he'd said to me, almost two years ago, wouldn't ring true in this movement.
Back then he hadn't been into anal of any kind. In fact he even shied away from the
subject. It was sort of taboo. So I bid my time in the hope that I could bring him about. Recognize, that I didn't want to fuck him. Hell no, this was too much male substance to reduce my efforts to that. I wanted it and I wanted it badly.
So with much patience, I had endured our frequent gatherings, he and I. alone, sucking but no fucking. It had been fucking miserable, if not for the grace of his captivating tool which hung so wonderfully between those legs.
Cally's legs were like a stable horse, split and defined with sleek muscle that developed into solid thighs and formed the foundation for an exquisite ass. damn, how I had wanted to part those cheeks with my tongue, to let him feel, if only in a small way what it would be like to penetrate, to bury his weapon deep in my canal.
This time, I did lift both of his legs and unlike Jason, who was back to jacking his piece, he let them rise, but I could feel a slight resistance. I determined to ignore it and moved in somewhat forcefully, skillfully bringing both of them up, his ass directly in front of my face, and I slapped my face against his hole. Literally,
Jason and Nate's juices were still wet on my face as I made my way to his center: that parting, in his gorgeous development, the soft gratuitous cherry of a straight guy. This time, I lapped at his hole.
Although I couldn't see Cally's face, I could tell by the soft moans and once I heard him softly say "goddamn." I got an instant rush. from that. More than Jason or Nathan. It was important that Cally like what I was doing to him.
There had been so much between the sheets with us. The times when we'd known what we would be doing later and the girls with us didn't, yeah, we were the consummate fuck buddies.
Jason and Nathan had come after. More about them later. both of them have a story for me to tell and they fit well within the trio of my buds. Cally was prepped. He smelled like gym shorts. I don't how to put any other way, except he had that deep masculine smell that could drive me crazy. I could literally taste the sweat from his balls as a few drops of it settled down around my mouth as I licked at his sweet orifice. I
stopped my lapping and furrowed my tongue, sharply sending it into his hole.
Yeah. I could immediately taste that sweet flavor of the inner lining of his hole. I don't know if that was his sphincter or further into his rectum, but it did me good. My hard was throbbing and I couldn't touch it.
There was too much intensity at that moment and I needed to concentrate on my boys, in particular, this one. I forced myself, yes forced myself to pull my face from Cally's redolent hole. Jason and Nathan had gathered a sizable amount of pre cum seeping from their dicks. I could tell by the way they squeezed the slits together, forcing it out. They were watching me tongue Cally's hole and mixing with one another in their emotions. I could tell it was coming. I looked up from between Cally's magnificent thighs.
"Now," I asked him. he nodded his head with great reluctance and sort of rolled his eyes. The others got the clue. Nathan reached over, took the tip of his finger and I could tell Jason was just as surprised,- ran it around of Jason's dick head where a large visible bead of the glorious early release had slipped from between his
fingers.
He let it rest on the tip of his finger. Slowly, he brought it to his mouth . sticking his finger slightly in his mouth, he tasted his buddies ooze. He smiled. They released their cocks from their holds. We had agreed to play this game. The rest would have to wait. Man..! this was sheer torture. We all thought that as we gathered our clothes, dressed and walked out of the room. There would be another time.
Friday, July 4, 2008
"Cally's Move"- Chapter 2
Chapter 2:
Two years ago Cally followed me into the house, locked the door behind him, walked over and turned the set on. Then he came to me. In the meantime, I had turned away from him and was sorting through my mail. He walked up to me, and playfully grabbed my ass, careful to squeeze each bun for maximum reaction, and then he began to laugh, softly. It was a teasing, lustful laugh and I knew what that meant.
Unfortunately, I was in no mood for that at the moment. I had undergone a rough week and all the attention from this straight guy, who had only recently become enlightened by my talents-none of it changing my demeanor, was unwanted. I loved the attention, but the day had been long with sorrow and my loins were unmoved. Burying my friend had taken its toll on me.
Cally sensed my sorrow as he had not known my long time friend. The grief was still consuming me and as much as I wanted to bury my head in the warmth of his arms, I resisted. So with grace of an idiot, or more like a hurt puppy, I pulled back from him, preferring the loneliness of my moment. It was stupid and I knew that. Any guy would have given his right nut to be with a stud like Cally.
I didn’t feel like I had any balls after what I’d just endured the last week and so I appropriately chose to dwell with my grief in that small part of my mind that could contain it. I didn’t feel like opening up because it would expose me and that what certainly ruin what I was all about.
I needed to cry. I hadn't cried for the longest and I somehow felt that Cally could sense the need. Yet, he wouldn’t be deterred when I had halfheartedly, wanting his touch but confused in my sorrow, attempted to push him away. He held me, pulling me closer to him. I saw that gleam in his eyes, and I alas understood that he was about me at that moment, that he did indeed understand my feelings. His advance was meant as a comforting move, a way to take my mind off the unplesantries of the week.
For the longest moment he just held me, surrounding me with the rugged masculinity of his developed body. Cally was an experience and the first among many who had been so open with his feelings and wasn’t afraid to touch me. He did do often. When he did, I felt the world would cease for that specific moment, because everything else certainly did, I thought of nothing during those times except the perfect heaven in his embrace.
This was one of those times and I let myself go. He nudged me or more like motioned me over to the couch, where we planted ourselves as I momentarily lay with my head against his shoulders. He didn’t move and for the longest moment, we sat there motionless, my eyes finally tearing. He let me cry and I knew that that this guy could really feel the agony within my heart, and I cried so hard. A week of crying that had been pinned up inside me let go.
Even in my grief, I found a change come over me. Perhaps it was knowing that he understood and that could somehow make it better. I prefer to say that even grief can’t hold back horniness, because it didn’’t take long, safely ensconced there in his arms, for me to react. It was impossible to deny or allay the feelings that came between us when we were this close.
That didn’t happen often, save the times when we had sex. Although that was real and acted upon at every moment that we had free, that was sex and there was no way of having sex without being close unless you did it mechanically. There was nothing about our prowess in the sack that was mechanical and so this was very special and I didn’t want to let go of it.
That lasted about about as much time as my initial efforts to repel him. I couldn’t. Cally could heat any guy’s loins and I willingly let him take me to that place of dreams. Everything stopped and I mean everything when we were ready, although I’d never mentioned it, learning early on that you don’t do a lot of talking with straight guys about sex. They just don't’ seem to be into it. A lot of that has to do with the denial involved. A denial that can’t overrule their loins and their choices at the time.
I told you earlier about Cally so I’m not going into every specific about his fine, developed body or the way he seemed to exist in some wonder in my mind, an angel come to life to greet me, take me under his arm and show me his way.
Finally, I stirred a little, the tears subsiding for a moment. The bottom of his chin rested on the top of my head. He kept it there, waiting for my move. He had said nothing and it was time to move into the fullness of this man who had come of age in such splendid manner and who now held me like the big brother I never knew,
My own father had never hugged or held me like this. I can’t recall any time, dating back to my earliest years when I felt a similar affection coming from him. He hadn’t been that type of man and so, maybe from him, maybe just from the way i grew up.
I didn't do a lot of hugging or embracing or kissing or any of those things that show real affection. Looking back, and even now I know that possibly I had wanted to, but the magic wasn’t there.
The distance between us had left me void of that particular and lacking in my ability to show affection. I carried my affection on my sleeve and today, still do although I’m definitely more open and sincerely enjoy the touch from a stud guy. I’m really not sure how I feel about touching in general. I guess I deal with it, okay, but find myself sometimes alarmed if I’m not expecting it.
That’s all crazy, I know, but it's the real me. Cally has somehow found a way to make me let go of that distraction. I feel full when I'm with him, none like my past partners. Looking back, it probably wasn’t all them, although their machismo caused them to keep a distance between us when we weren’t sexing it up, but it worked. I had found enough vitality in those encounters that I could substitute them for real feelings. That had carried me through and kept the loneliness at bay.
Cally let his arm fall down around my neck, softly moving past my ears, where he let the tips of his fingers softly brush against them. It sent shivers through me. I could sense his need, his own type of loneliness in the gentle but commanding way that he led me, moved me to lust. I could feel that his moves were left over from a displaced or never actualized feeling in his life. His touch wasn’t just for me and I knew that, but for all those he had wanted to touch and it never happened.
It might be carrying it to far to say that was a type of love in those moments. but maybe so. Perhaps, I was actually his real time substitute for a life of misplaced and unsaid feelings, for a life governed under society’s directive for males.
For males, there always existed that unwritten moral code, a code of conduct that was institutionalized at birth. I don’t fool myself into believing that I’m his only one, but I’m satisfied to just be the recipient of his affection. Maybe that shows an insecurity on my part, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s none of that and it’s pure fact that I’ve come to like the touch of a male. That comfort has made me more comfortable with male or female. I do like that.
Cally didn’t stop at my ears. He let the slow slip of his fingers move to my shoulders and down onto my arms, where he kneeded my skin with this undulating motion of his lithe fingers, so strong yet so compelling as he moved them agilely up and down my arm.
I could feel the reaction rapidly building in my loins and I wanted it so, in place of my misery. I think he knew that, and so he began to let go, to take me to that wonderland of bliss,to reach me through his control and to move me in ways untold as he slowly took my comfort into his hands . I was hard.
Two years ago Cally followed me into the house, locked the door behind him, walked over and turned the set on. Then he came to me. In the meantime, I had turned away from him and was sorting through my mail. He walked up to me, and playfully grabbed my ass, careful to squeeze each bun for maximum reaction, and then he began to laugh, softly. It was a teasing, lustful laugh and I knew what that meant.
Unfortunately, I was in no mood for that at the moment. I had undergone a rough week and all the attention from this straight guy, who had only recently become enlightened by my talents-none of it changing my demeanor, was unwanted. I loved the attention, but the day had been long with sorrow and my loins were unmoved. Burying my friend had taken its toll on me.
Cally sensed my sorrow as he had not known my long time friend. The grief was still consuming me and as much as I wanted to bury my head in the warmth of his arms, I resisted. So with grace of an idiot, or more like a hurt puppy, I pulled back from him, preferring the loneliness of my moment. It was stupid and I knew that. Any guy would have given his right nut to be with a stud like Cally.
I didn’t feel like I had any balls after what I’d just endured the last week and so I appropriately chose to dwell with my grief in that small part of my mind that could contain it. I didn’t feel like opening up because it would expose me and that what certainly ruin what I was all about.
I needed to cry. I hadn't cried for the longest and I somehow felt that Cally could sense the need. Yet, he wouldn’t be deterred when I had halfheartedly, wanting his touch but confused in my sorrow, attempted to push him away. He held me, pulling me closer to him. I saw that gleam in his eyes, and I alas understood that he was about me at that moment, that he did indeed understand my feelings. His advance was meant as a comforting move, a way to take my mind off the unplesantries of the week.
For the longest moment he just held me, surrounding me with the rugged masculinity of his developed body. Cally was an experience and the first among many who had been so open with his feelings and wasn’t afraid to touch me. He did do often. When he did, I felt the world would cease for that specific moment, because everything else certainly did, I thought of nothing during those times except the perfect heaven in his embrace.
This was one of those times and I let myself go. He nudged me or more like motioned me over to the couch, where we planted ourselves as I momentarily lay with my head against his shoulders. He didn’t move and for the longest moment, we sat there motionless, my eyes finally tearing. He let me cry and I knew that that this guy could really feel the agony within my heart, and I cried so hard. A week of crying that had been pinned up inside me let go.
Even in my grief, I found a change come over me. Perhaps it was knowing that he understood and that could somehow make it better. I prefer to say that even grief can’t hold back horniness, because it didn’’t take long, safely ensconced there in his arms, for me to react. It was impossible to deny or allay the feelings that came between us when we were this close.
That didn’t happen often, save the times when we had sex. Although that was real and acted upon at every moment that we had free, that was sex and there was no way of having sex without being close unless you did it mechanically. There was nothing about our prowess in the sack that was mechanical and so this was very special and I didn’t want to let go of it.
That lasted about about as much time as my initial efforts to repel him. I couldn’t. Cally could heat any guy’s loins and I willingly let him take me to that place of dreams. Everything stopped and I mean everything when we were ready, although I’d never mentioned it, learning early on that you don’t do a lot of talking with straight guys about sex. They just don't’ seem to be into it. A lot of that has to do with the denial involved. A denial that can’t overrule their loins and their choices at the time.
I told you earlier about Cally so I’m not going into every specific about his fine, developed body or the way he seemed to exist in some wonder in my mind, an angel come to life to greet me, take me under his arm and show me his way.
Finally, I stirred a little, the tears subsiding for a moment. The bottom of his chin rested on the top of my head. He kept it there, waiting for my move. He had said nothing and it was time to move into the fullness of this man who had come of age in such splendid manner and who now held me like the big brother I never knew,
My own father had never hugged or held me like this. I can’t recall any time, dating back to my earliest years when I felt a similar affection coming from him. He hadn’t been that type of man and so, maybe from him, maybe just from the way i grew up.
I didn't do a lot of hugging or embracing or kissing or any of those things that show real affection. Looking back, and even now I know that possibly I had wanted to, but the magic wasn’t there.
The distance between us had left me void of that particular and lacking in my ability to show affection. I carried my affection on my sleeve and today, still do although I’m definitely more open and sincerely enjoy the touch from a stud guy. I’m really not sure how I feel about touching in general. I guess I deal with it, okay, but find myself sometimes alarmed if I’m not expecting it.
That’s all crazy, I know, but it's the real me. Cally has somehow found a way to make me let go of that distraction. I feel full when I'm with him, none like my past partners. Looking back, it probably wasn’t all them, although their machismo caused them to keep a distance between us when we weren’t sexing it up, but it worked. I had found enough vitality in those encounters that I could substitute them for real feelings. That had carried me through and kept the loneliness at bay.
Cally let his arm fall down around my neck, softly moving past my ears, where he let the tips of his fingers softly brush against them. It sent shivers through me. I could sense his need, his own type of loneliness in the gentle but commanding way that he led me, moved me to lust. I could feel that his moves were left over from a displaced or never actualized feeling in his life. His touch wasn’t just for me and I knew that, but for all those he had wanted to touch and it never happened.
It might be carrying it to far to say that was a type of love in those moments. but maybe so. Perhaps, I was actually his real time substitute for a life of misplaced and unsaid feelings, for a life governed under society’s directive for males.
For males, there always existed that unwritten moral code, a code of conduct that was institutionalized at birth. I don’t fool myself into believing that I’m his only one, but I’m satisfied to just be the recipient of his affection. Maybe that shows an insecurity on my part, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s none of that and it’s pure fact that I’ve come to like the touch of a male. That comfort has made me more comfortable with male or female. I do like that.
Cally didn’t stop at my ears. He let the slow slip of his fingers move to my shoulders and down onto my arms, where he kneeded my skin with this undulating motion of his lithe fingers, so strong yet so compelling as he moved them agilely up and down my arm.
I could feel the reaction rapidly building in my loins and I wanted it so, in place of my misery. I think he knew that, and so he began to let go, to take me to that wonderland of bliss,to reach me through his control and to move me in ways untold as he slowly took my comfort into his hands . I was hard.
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