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Kyle
Preston's place was small, but I couldn't believe how neat and clean it was. The furniture was nice, there were no dirty dishes on the kitchen counter, no dirty clothes thrown around on the living room
or
the bedroom floor. He had a really nice wooden four-poster bed and matching dresser, and classy artistic prints of male nudes in expensive frames hanging on the walls.
I felt a little uncomfortable and out of place. The guys I dated were all my own age, and either lived at home with their parents, or in run-down ghetto apartments with roommates, like I did. We slept on mattresses on the floor and kept our clothes in large Glad bags. Our “artwork” consisted of cheap posters thumbtacked onto bare walls. And we had dirty dishes and dirty clothes lying around. That's just the way it was.
But Preston's place was different. When he lit a candle on the nightstand next to his bed and pulled me in to kiss him, I instantly felt comfortable and relaxed.
His kisses were like heaven in my mouth. I love a guy who knows how to kiss, and who likes doing it. It didn't usually happen with the guys I went out with. He undressed me and laid me on the bed, and then undressed himself. I watched him in the candlelight and couldn't believe what I saw. Yeah, sure, he was quite a bit older than me. I knew that going into the whole thing, and he looked older than me. He still looked hot, but definitely older. But his body was incredible. He was a couple of inches shorter than me, but his muscles were big and toned and bulging in all the right places. Even in the candlelight I saw thick veins running along his legs and arms. I couldn't take my eyes off of his naked body.
I broke out of my trance when he walked toward me, and I held my breath. Suddenly I wasn't comfortable being naked. I wasn't fat by any means, but I certainly wasn't anywhere near this guy's league when it came to having a nice body. The only time I ever spent in a gym was a year in high school when I took gymnastics class. But that had been a few years back. I never ate healthy ... it was always the cheapest and fastest takeout available. So I felt a little self-conscious when he lay next to me in bed and leaned in to kiss me.
His kiss forced me to breathe, and when I did, I relaxed a little. Apparently Preston didn't mind my body. He scooted next to me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips, and I instantly sprung a boner. He moved his kisses from my lips, to my ears, and then down my neck, and I moaned and wriggled beneath him. This guy was fucking driving me crazy just with his kisses.
He crawled on top of my chest and pinned my arms to the mattress on either side of my head, then licked down my neck and to my chest. He slid his body down so that his ass rubbed up against my hard cock, and licked and nibbled on my nipples. I moaned louder, and tried to squirm under him, but he was strong and kept me pinned beneath him.
“Oh God, that feels good,” I whispered.
“You like it?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he said, then let go of my arms as he slipped between my legs and forced them apart.
I grabbed the sheets on either side of me and closed my eyes as he licked the lower part of my belly, around my bellybutton, and down to my cock. I hadn't had sex in over a week, and I thought I was gonna shoot right then and there, so I tried to think of anything sad or bad or ugly to keep from cumming.
He licked the head of my cock for a couple of minutes, then licked my shaft for a little bit, and I squirmed like a little kid being tickled. When his mouth wrapped around my cock and sucked me deep inside, I stopped moving and breathing all together. It took every ounce of strength and concentration I had not to cum. This guy sucked cock like no one I'd ever been with. There was no clumsiness or awkwardness to it at all. This was a mouth that had sucked some cock before and knew what it was doing. He swallowed me deep into his throat, and his throat muscles squeezed my cock. I lay there motionless, afraid to move in fear that I'd cum and it'd be over. Then, with my cock still buried in his throat, he licked around the head and the first couple of inches of my dick.
Well, that was it. I grabbed the sheets tighter in my fists, my body stiffened, and I let out some primal grunt that sounded like it came from one of the Jurassic Park creatures, and I shot my load down his throat. It wasn't my usual two- or three-shot loads, but six or seven bolts of lightning speared my body as I tightened every muscle and released myself into his throat. Preston didn't choke or gag or try to come up for air at all. He just kept sucking and kept swallowing until I'd drained myself into him, and then he sucked some more. It seemed like he didn't want to miss a drop.
“I'm soooo sorry,” I said. “I didn't think ...”
“It's okay,” Preston said. “It was kinda sexy, actually. It's been a while since I've made someone cum that quickly and that easily.”
“I'm not usually that easy,” I said, and hoped he didn't see how red my face was. “But that was fucking incredible.”
“Thanks,” he said. “But I hope that doesn't mean we're done. Can you stay hard?”
“Umm, I'm twenty-three,” I said in cocky voice that I'd practiced many hours and that normally pissed guys off. Something told me Preston wouldn't get pissed off, and might even like it. “What do you think?” I said, and looked down at my cock. It was not only still hard, but throbbing as if it hadn't cum in a week.
Preston grinned. “Good.”
He leaned over and grabbed a condom and slid it down my cock in what seemed like one effortless move. I usually had to wrestle with a condom packet for what seemed like minutes, and usually ended up tearing it open with my teeth and slapping it on clumsily. But Preston never used his teeth and had it opened and rolled down my cock in less than a couple of seconds. Then he poured some lube onto the head of my cock, and slathered some on his ass. All of this happened in a nanosecond, and before I could really register what was happening.
“Just relax,” Preston said as he positioned his ass at the head of my cock and leaned down to kiss me.
That sounded strange to me, since it was usually what the guy fucking would say to the guy who was getting fucked. But when he kissed me, I felt myself relax all over, and realized I'd been as tight and tense as a guitar string.
When my muscles relaxed and I returned his kiss, Preston slid down onto my cock until I was buried inside him all the way to my balls. I sucked in a breath as I kissed him, and pulled him closer to me. When he moaned and squeezed his ass muscles tight against my cock, I felt like I was being poked with thousands of acupuncture needles. My entire body felt more alive than it had in years. His ass was tight and warm and made me feel at home.
This was not something I was used to. Other than my first encounter with my roommate in college, I'd really only had a handful of real sexual experiences. Mostly I'd made out and fooled around a little with several guys. There were a few that I went all the way with, but they felt nothing like this. After getting fucked by Tony a few years earlier, I'd only been fucked a couple of times. I'd found early on that I much preferred being a top. But that wasn't always convenient, because, as I'd been told on more than one occasion, I come across as a little effeminate, and apparently I have a very nice, meaty, and fuckable booty that attracts mostly tops. But I like topping better, and usually end up debating the whole position thing, and when it finally comes down to either of us getting fucked, it's always awkward and clumsy and not really that great.
But with Preston, there was none of that. No debate, no discussion, no question. He wanted me inside him and he wasn't about to waste any time getting me there. And he definitely knew what to do with a cock up his ass. He continued to kiss me ... gently and passionately, and then playfully biting my lower lip ... as he slid his ass up and down my cock, and squeezed it tightly.
I wrapped him in my arms and returned his kisses, and licked his lips and kissed his neck. As he moaned and writhed on top of me, I began to fuck him. I wanted to go slow and make it last, but he'd already done enough of that, and now I had to fuck him—and fuck him hard. I rammed into him until our heads hit the headboard. I rolled him onto his back, and lifted his legs onto my shoulders and slid myself even deeper inside him. I smiled when he moaned louder and squeezed my cock with his ass to let me know he appreciated my effort.
I looked down into his eyes as I fucked him, and saw him smiling at me.
This is right
, I thought as I gazed into his eyes. He reached up and caressed my face in both hands, then brought my face down so he could kiss me. I fucked him some more, hard and fast at first, then slow and gentle, never breaking the kiss. When he finally did break the kiss, he smiled at me and winked.
This is home
, I thought with more clarity than I'd ever known.
Preston
Kyle's kisses alone filled a void in my heart and in my life that I'd almost given up hope of ever filling. The way he laughed and smiled and stared into my eyes made me feel complete again.
I'd had plenty of sex in the two years since my last relationship. Much more than any of my friends, as they never hesitated to point out. But it was always just recreational sex and nothing more. It was good sex, most of the time, at least. But it never left me wanting anything more with the guy. Which was a very good thing because, though I got lots of hookups online, and took home a few guys from the bars, and had at least a couple of booty calls a week . . . I never got a call from anyone asking if I wanted to go out for coffee or go to dinner or go see a movie.
That had been getting old for a couple of months at this point, and just when I was about to give up on finding something more meaningful, here was Kyle. I know it was our first night, it was our first sex, it was a bar pickup from an Internet connection, it was with someone half my age. But none of that mattered. None of it.
His kisses alone were good enough to write a book about. But it was more than that. Now, as he raised my legs and slung them over his shoulders and buried himself inside me, there was magic. I know it sounds corny, but to call it anything else would be doing it injustice—and it would be a lie. I'm not one of those people who believe there is one true love in your life and that's it. I'd already experienced real and true and complete love twice in my life, so I knew that wasn't true. I knew what it felt like, and I recognized it here.
As Kyle shoved his cock deep into my ass, he stared intently into my eyes, and his never left mine. Not for a second. Everyone has a gauge as to what makes something real and true and right for him, and that is mine. I've been told I have very expressive and intimidating eyes; they can't lie, and they are too intense. So I've grown accustomed to people looking at me for a few seconds and then looking away. Even in casual conversation this is the case, so you can imagine how little eye contact I have had while in the throes of sex. But Kyle gazed into my eyes, and I into his, and I could tell we were reading one another as he fucked my ass like it hadn't been fucked in a very long time.
I'm a good judge of people most of the time, and am very perceptive. It comes with the Gemini territory. I knew as he slid into my ass and stared into my eyes that he was thinking the same thing I was:
This is right. This is magical
. When I winked at him, he smiled, and then leaned down to kiss me again.
“Am I doing okay?” he asked between kisses.
“Oh, baby, you're doing much better than okay.”
“Then why aren't you touching yourself?”
“Because if I do, I'll cum, and I don't wanna cum yet.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“I want you to cum first,” I said, and kissed him again.
“I did.”
“No, I mean I want you to cum first while you're fucking me. I want you to cum inside me. I want to make you feel good,”
“Oh, you do make me feel good,” Kyle said, and smiled. “Very good. I already came inside you while I was fucking you.”
“What?” I asked, astounded.
“Just a minute ago was the second time.”
“No fucking way.” I just stared at him.
He nodded. “And if you don't cum soon, I'm afraid I'm gonna go soft. I've never cum three times in one night. I'm not sure I can keep going much longer.”
I rolled him onto his back and straddled his cock, squeezing with my ass as tightly as possible. “You came inside my ass twice?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I couldn't help it.”
“Don't be sorry. It's fucking hot! I just didn't hear anything. I had no idea.”
“Yeah, I don't make much noise.”
“Well, I do,” I said, and began riding his cock hard and fast. My moans grew in intensity as his cock grew harder and slid deeper inside me.
He grabbed my cock and pumped it as he fucked me from underneath. The bed was squeaking, and I was moaning like a cat in heat. I was sure the neighbors were calling 911.
I felt the buildup deep in my balls, and knew it would only be another couple of seconds. “I'm cumming, baby,” I said loud enough for my elderly neighbor to hear.
“I want you all over me,” Kyle said, and pumped my cock harder.
I didn't disappoint. My load sprayed all across his chest and face, and a couple of spurts even hit the headboard. Kyle gasped, and let go of my cock to wipe my cum from his eyes, but that didn't stop me from shooting even more onto him.
When I finished showering him with cum, I took a couple of seconds to catch my breath, and then I fell on top of him and began laughing. Because that's what I do when I am nervous. I laugh.
“What's so funny?” Kyle asked as he finished wiping his eyes and leaned in to kiss me.
I rolled off him and lay next to him on the bed. “Nothing's funny. I'm sorry. I just laugh when I'm nervous.”
“And just why are you nervous?”
I stared into his eyes, and didn't answer.
“Preston?”
I felt the tears building in my eyes, but was determined not to let them fall.
Kyle kissed me passionately on the lips, and I tasted my own cum and felt my cock start to harden again. He squeezed my dick lovingly, and kissed me gently on the eyelids. He licked his lips, and I knew he had tasted my tears.
“You'd better not have any fucking plans for the rest of your life, mister,” he said. “Or if you do, they'd better fucking include me. Because I'm not letting you go.”
I laughed, because that's what I do when I'm nervous. And then I hugged him tight to my body and fell asleep in his arms.
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