Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2011 16:56:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: Paul Aka Reg <paulakareg@aol.co.uk>
Subject: Just Fine

The weather didn't help. Either with the inability to sleep or being able
to feel the heat of our two bodies as we ambitiously shared a bed for the
first time in three years.  Boxer shorts had stayed on; matey, near naked
bear hugs had been exchanged and good nights had been said.  All perfectly
okay.  Nothing wrong with him staying over. Both single now but it was past
midnight and why complicate things?  He couldn't drive after that much
wine.  We were both adults.  Me 31, him 26.  We'd been catching up,
exchanging stories of lost love and lust, work, play and sex.  `Time to
sleep' I muttered stupidly and rolled away from him onto my side.  But the
heat.  The awareness of each others bodies.  Mine short, broad chested,
stocky. Fair Irish skin, shaved balding head and short beard.  His tall and
olive skinned, slim with just the beginnings of a small belly.  Both bodies
with a healthy number of tattoos, on arms, chests, backs, shoulders, legs.
Both chests reasonably hairy, as well as noticeably heaving in the
uncharacteristic warmth of a sticky August night in Manchester, northern
England.

`Gonna have to take the boxers off-too warm', came the simple statement.
That was it.  As if an invisible psychological barrier had been broken as
well as a real, cotton one.  I breathed in, my heart almost hurting my
chest as I did so.  There was a russle as my boxer shorts came off too.  I
hooked them with my left foot and kicked them out of bed.  Both naked now.
Oh jeez.  His face, chest, his legs, his warmth, his smell, his nakedness.
All inches away from me.  Just like old times.

For a second nothing happened.  Then I roughly pushed myself backwards into
him.  His chest hair scrunched against my back.  His skin was so warm.
`Nothing, nothing else', I stuttered, `just shag me.  I've got to..got
to...'  I felt his penis, hot and straining, gently pushing against my bare
buttocks.  Then slipping, gently, sliding in.  So easy.  `Like a glove' he
muttered with a smile in his voice.  I reached backwards and grabbed his
hips, pushing him deeper into me.  No condom, no lubricant, just a long
standing knowledge that his precum and our comfort with each other would be
fine.  `That's..Just..fine' I breathed as he gently started to thrust.
Slightly awkwardly he rolled onto his back and I turned myself round and
sat up looking down at him, straddling him, his cock buried in me as deep
as could be.  I pawed at his skin, rubbing his belly, chest, shoulders and
face.  Enjoying the tattoos, the soft skin, the manly hair and the boyish
grin whilst I did it.  He roughly did the same to me, raking my tummy with
his fingers, stroking my back, squeezing my arms and shoulders, pulling at
my nipples and caressing my chest hair.  This carried on for a few moments,
just basking in each others nakedness whilst I rode him, squeezing my
cheeks together to fully appreciate his cock being so fully connected to
me.

The sweat beaded on both our chests in the curls of hair. I leant down and
inhaled him, the smell of him, sweat and good aftershave on his chest. I
pushed myself deeper into him, feeling his bare cock as deep inside me as
it would go. This is what I'd been missing. The olive skin of his shoulders
moved as he lifted himself up from the bed. I embraced him, the contrast
between the fair skin of my arms and the darker tone of his smooth back
suddenly noticeable. I held onto him for dear life, wrapping my legs
tightly around his hips. I felt his hands slip down my back, which was
slick with sweat now, as was his forehead, I'd noticed.  He pushed me
backwards onto the bed and I watched him above me, hips moving faster now
as he just fucked and fucked, mouth slightly open, liquid brown eyes
glaring into my blue ones with a look of glassy concentration. 'Fuckin'
hell' he breathed huskily. His mouth opened wider and the look of
concentration increased. I grabbed the warm skin of his hips, he gripped my
arms and then pawed at my chest, all the time pushing his cock into me
again and again. I grabbed my own cock with my left hand, fat and solid,
and began to tug at it furiously. My pale, hairy chest heaved and I gritted
my teeth. The hot intensity of his bare penis banging away inside me was
too much. With a strangled groan I came. My sperm flew onto my chest and
right shoulder.  Again and again.  My first sex since the break up. He
suddenly gasped and pushed himself once more into me. I felt the hot gush
of his cum pouring out of his unsheathed cock into my body. He collapsed on
my sweaty chest and giggled into it. I kissed his damp, shining forehead.
We lay like that, still connected, for a heartbeat.  Then he pulled out.
`Time to sleep' I muttered.  `That's just fine' he replied.  We laughed.