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Authors: Sean Wolfe

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“Here it comes,” Harry said.
A couple of seconds later it did. His semen shot out of his dick and past his navel. He moaned loudly and took in a couple of deep breaths as a couple more shots landed on his lower belly and in his pubic hair.
“Oh, my God,” James whispered, “here comes mine.” His body grew rigid as he stretched from toe to head. The first couple of shots flew past his navel and landed on his neck and nipples.
Harry gasped in amazement as he watched the final three or four spurts land on James' ribs and tummy and across his pubes.
“That was incredible,” Harry said as he leaned over and kissed James on the lips.
“Yes, it was,” James said between kisses. “And it can only get better. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Harry Johnson.”
“And I with you.”
“You're not sleeping with Mrs. Rubio or any of the others, are you?” James asked as he hugged his lover to his chest. “There isn't going to be a big dramatic breakup scene to deal with, is there?”
Harry laughed, and tickled James in the ribs. “No dramatic breakup scene. I promise. I might not have too many days left on this earth, but what I have left are yours. If you want them.”
“I want them,” James said. “I want you. And there will be plenty of days left for both of us, and they will be filled with love and joy.”
“Promise?”
“I do.”
Rock, Paper, Scissors
N
either of us saw it coming. We'd gone to the county fair every year for the past ten, and not once did the psychic or fortuneteller inform us of this new development. We certainly didn't run an ad in the local rag, and neither of us had profiles in, or frequented, the Internet sites that inundated every nook and cranny of society. So as I say, neither of us saw it coming, and it was honestly the last thing either of us expected. But it happened, almost two years ago to the day, and when it did, it changed our lives forever.
I'm sixty-one years old, and a tenured professor of Philosophy at the local State University. From the time I was in high school I've never wanted for dates or affection or sex or love. I guess I've been blessed. The thick, jet black hair I'd always had is now trendily salt-and-peppered and fashionably styled. I have, by some miracle, been spared most of the wrinkles and loose skin that afflict most of my contemporaries. I work out three times a week and am as healthy as anyone I know half my age. My eyes are an unusual mix of green/blue/hazel and I've been told they sparkle with life. I'm not at all unaccustomed to being the object of crushes from both my male and female students, and even a few teachers. I'm not trying to be pompous or conceited here, just stating the facts for better clarification of this story.
Rodney and I have been together for eighteen years, and for the very vast majority of that time, we've been faithful and even monogamous to one another. There were a few times when we slipped; we're human, and gay men, after all. At fifty-three years old, Rodney is still a beautiful man, very much in demand for modeling and some small-time acting parts. He doesn't look or act a day over thirty-five. So, truth be told, there are very few men who tempt us to stray.
But Jeromy was an exception. He was one of my students-and not just any student, but one of my best. He was twenty-four, and as ambitious as they come. He was only a year away from getting his Master's degree in Psychology, with a minor in Philosophy. His mind and his pensive demeanor were definitely his most attractive qualities. But he wasn't bad on the eyes, either. Somehow, with all of his classes and extra study sessions, he still found time to workout several times a week, and his muscles were quite impressive. He was shorter than most guys I find attractive, about five feet eight or so. But with his copper-brown skin, dark brown with blond-tipped hair, and blue-as-ocean eyes, his physical beauty could not be ignored.
That day two years ago started out exactly like every other. I woke up, had a poached egg, dry toast, and a glass of orange juice for breakfast, and kissed Rodney goodbye as I left for work. I was very set in my ways, as Rodney frequently reminded me, and to tell you the truth, that never bothered me. It gave me comfort. My first class wasn't until ten o'clock, so I always showed up a couple of hours early to workout in the school gym before class. There weren't many people there at that time of the morning. That particular morning there were maybe ten or twelve ambitious persons working out with me. Jeromy was one of them, and I admired his bulging muscles as I went through my routine. I thought I'd noticed him watching me, too, but chalked it up to wishful thinking.
But when I was finished with my workout, and began showering, I knew I'd been right all along. Jeromy showed up only a couple minutes after I did. The showers in the gym were communal, with no stalls or walls to divide the naked men lathering up. I'd often lingered there longer than I needed to, watching and admiring the student athletes as they washed their sleek, muscular bodies. But I'd never messed around with anyone, or even stroked myself in front of anyone there. It was too risky.
But this day was different. From the moment Jeromy walked naked into the showers, I knew I was in trouble. His thick, uncut cock swung heavily in front of him and refused to be ignored, even when flaccid. I swallowed hard and tried to turn around and not look at him. But it was useless. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, and couldn't help but notice his eyes didn't leave my body either. When he lathered his cock, it hardened instantly, and stood out almost a foot in front of him. I felt my own cock begin to harden as I watched in amazement as Jeromy stroked himself boldly in front of me.
“Wanna help me out a little, Mr. Henry?” Jeromy asked as he pulled back his foreskin and pointed the hard red head of his cock right at me, and smiled mischievously.
I found myself taking a step toward him before I realized I was doing it. Then I stopped halfway, my own hard-on seemingly trying to stretch the last few feet to get to him. “I can't, Jeromy,” I said, finding it difficult to work up enough saliva to swallow. “I mean ... it'd be wrong. I could get ...”
“Only if we're caught.” He stroked his giant cock again. “But we won't. The door to the locker room is noisy as hell, and I put a chair in front of it so it'd make even more noise if someone opens it.” He leaned his back against the wall and used both hands to stroke himself, and moaned loudly. “So, come on. Come over here and help me out.”
I looked at the door and made sure the chair was there. Then I walked over to where Jeromy was leaning against the wall. I dropped to my knees and cupped his shaved balls in my hands as I opened my mouth and sucked the entirety of his big dick deep into my throat.
It'd been a couple of years since I'd had anyone's cock in my mouth other than Rodney's. And never had I had one this big or this thick. I sucked and lapped at it with everything I had, then massaged his balls as I took him as far as I could into my mouth. His big cock leaked a healthy amount of precum, and I swallowed it greedily.
“That's it, Mr. Henry,” Jeromy whispered in a deep and hoarse voice. “Swallow my cock.” He grabbed the back of my head and held it in front of his crotch as he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth.
As I sucked on his cock, I looked up into his face and fought to remain in control of my vital signs. My heart was beating at triple its normal rate, and I could barely breathe ... and it had nothing to do with the fact my mouth was filled with Jeromy's cock. This kid was beautiful beyond description. He hadn't shaved that day, and his dark stubble only added to his masculine beauty. His bright blue eyes had always commanded my attention before, but now I couldn't take my eyes off of his full, pink lips as he licked them and then winked at me as he slid another inch of his fat cock deeper into my throat.
I shouldn't have been attracted to him at all. He was almost young enough to be my grandson, for fuck's sake. And I'm not usually attracted to boys. I like
men
. Men who are strong and intelligent and have been around the block a couple of times and have a sense of adventure and a sense of their own sensuality. I don't normally look twice at someone under the age of forty. They just don't interest me.
But Jeromy was different, and I was defenseless in my attraction to him. Even in my classes he'd stood out. He asked smart questions and demanded smart and complex answers that required even more thought to comprehend. That alone made me notice and respect and admire ... and desire him. Around campus he was always the center of attention. People milled around him, and he was always laughing and smiling and making those around him do the same. He had a charisma like no other I'd ever seen. Yet he was very unassuming and undemanding. All of that with his clothes on.
Now, with him completely naked and wet under the shower spray and fully hard with his monstrous cock fucking my mouth, I was out of my mind with desire for him. There was no way I could get enough of him. I sucked on his cock and tried to swallow it all into my throat, until I gagged and came up choking.
“I'm so sorry, Mr. Henry,” Jeromy said, as he put his strong hands under my arms and lifted me up to standing position. His face was red, and I wasn't sure if it was from the hot water or from the intensity of the blowjob I was giving him. He blinked his long, thick eyelashes a couple of times, then looked away from me as his face reddened a little more. Suddenly I realized he wasn't hot from the shower or the blowjob, he was nervous with me. “I didn't mean to hurt you,” he said softly.
“You didn't hurt me, Jeromy,” I said, and leaned in to kiss those delectably soft lips. “I'm just not as talented as I once was. And I'm not used to working with such a fantastic tool.”
“Thank you,” he said, and shook the water from his hair. He looked me directly in the eyes, and his blush deepened another shade. “I really want to suck your dick,” he whispered as he wrapped his fist around it. “That's the reason I followed you in here. Can I?”
I nodded, and switched places with him, leaning against the shower wall as he knelt between my spread legs. He stuck out his tongue and licked very softly around the head of my cock, and that alone nearly sent me over the edge. The tip of his tongue tickled the sensitive skin that was tight around the head; it sent shivers up my body, even though warm steam swirled around me. Then his mouth closed around my cock head, and black dots floated in front of my eyes. His mouth was so warm and wet and tight; it felt as if one of those heated gel packs athletes use for sore muscles had been wrapped around my cock head. Jeromy barely gave me time to register that feeling before he swallowed my cock deep into his throat. Every inch of my cock was hot and wet and being massaged by his throat muscles, and I gasped as I clutched the wall behind me. I'm nowhere near as huge as Jeromy is, but in all the years my cock had been sucked, not a single guy had ever been able to swallow me completely like that without a considerable amount of work and patience.
But Jeromy swallowed my cock all the way to the base, until my pubic hairs pressed against his nose. Then he tightened his throat around my cock and playfully massaged it for a few moments. I wish I could say it was more than a few moments, but I can't. Before I could prepare myself for it, I felt my orgasm build in my balls and quickly work its way up my shaft.
“Oh, god,” I moaned loudly, and tried to pull my cock from Jeromy's mouth. “I'm gonna cum!”
Jeromy refused to let me pull him away, and instead squeezed my cock harder inside his throat.
Every muscle in my body tightened and my knees shook violently as I unloaded myself into his throat. My orgasm shook me to the core, and seemed to last several minutes. Spurt after spurt of jizz shot from my cock, and when I thought it was all over, another series of spasms rocked my body, and I felt more of my seed spill into his still warm and sucking mouth.
He finally stood up quickly. He was beating his own cock, and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were so full and soft that it made me to never want to stop kissing them. I tasted my own load on his lips and tongue, and sucked greedily as he kissed me. He moaned, and I felt his muscles tighten as his load sprayed across my stomach and legs.
When he finished, he let his body lean against mine. We moved under the showerhead and allowed the hot water to rinse his cum from our bodies. Neither of us said a word as we showered and dried off. My mind was racing with a million thoughts:
I have to have him again. I love Rodney. I can't live without sucking Jeromy's cock again and making love to him. I love Rodney. I'll never be able to get through a class with Jeromy again without stuttering and looking like a complete and utter fool. I love Rodney.
“I want to meet him,” Jeromy said as I was tying my shoes.
“What?”
“Your boyfriend. I want to meet him.”
“That's not a good idea, Jeromy,” I said, suddenly panicked. I'd seen
Fatal Attraction
and was not at all fond of the ending.
“Sure, it is,” Jeromy said, and kissed me on the mouth. “I've seen you two out on the town, at dinner several times, at the movies.”
“Yes. We've been together eighteen years. We're very established. We're boring and conventional. We cook lasagna at home and read in bed, for crying out loud. He'd not at all be pleased in anyway about this little rendezvous.”
“Once at the bathhouse,” Jeromy said quietly, looking me directly in the eyes. “He was in a sling with your cock up his ass.”
I just stood there with a very dumb look on my face, my eyes wide and my mouth dropped completely open. Rodney and I sometimes played at the bathhouse to spice up our sex life. More often than not we played together alone, but sometimes we'd have some fun with another guy there. We didn't frequent the bathhouse that often, and I knew exactly the visit of which Jeromy spoke. It had happened three weeks before. We'd gone out dancing, and Rodney had had a little more to drink than usual, and was particularly horny. At the bathhouse he demanded to be restrained in the sling and fucked mercilessly. I'd been a little hesitant, because the sling area was open and we were drawing quite a crowd. But that only heightened Rodney's excitement, and we fucked like a pair of wild rabbits.
“He didn't seem boring or conventional at all,” Jeromy said slyly, and smiled. “Neither of you did. It fuckin' turned me on like crazy.”
“Jeromy ...”
“Invite me to dinner. This week sometime.”
“That's not a good ...”
“Please,” he begged, and kissed me again, very softly and gently on the lips. “I don't want to cause any problems, I promise. I'm not that kind of guy. I just wanna have some fun with the two of you. You're both very hot separately, and together you're smokin'.”

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