Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 17:20:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: married guy <bimwmep2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me and Rick 2

The usual rules apply.

Picking up where I left off.  Email me if you have comments or criticisms
or whatever.

Parking the car in the motel lot, wondering as I always do if anyone might
see my car there, I was replaying that kiss.  I had been playing and
replaying it on the drive over there.  My phone buzzed.  Text.  The
message, "314."  I got out of the car, walked up the stairs and along the
outside balcony walkway to room 314.  The door was ajar.  I walked in.

Since that first time in the car in the park, when he sucked me off, and
when he kissed me in that way that seemed like I'd never been kissed
before, Rick and I had gotten together maybe once every two months.  We did
the park one more time, but that just didn't work for me.  That second time
I went down on him again, after we had kissed and fondled each other and
after he had sucked and licked my cock for a while.  I ran my tongue around
his foreskin and licked up and down his delicious shaft.  I went after his
balls but he pushed me off.

"Ohh, ohh, too sensitive, man..."

But he never seemed to get the idea that if I went after his balls it might
be because I love the feeling of light fingers on my own sac and a light
tongue and then the sense of them in his mouth.  If I said,

"suck my balls."  He did it, but it didn't exactly seem to be part of his
repertoire.  Which really for him was mostly about kissing, especially with
me on top of him, sucking my dick, getting seriously fucked and getting me
to pull out in time to taste my cum.  But he was still open to variation,
being somewhat new to the game.

Anyway that second time in the park, he pushed his trousers and briefs down
and pulled his legs back.

"Fuck me."

I played with his sweet rosy hole, a dropped a load of spit in there and
gently rubbed it around as he moaned.  He pulled out the condom and lube.
"No, man." I just couldn't do it in the car.  "I want to have you the right
way, in a bed, when we have time so we can really do it."

He was clearly disappointed, but I made it up to him by sucking his cock
some more and playing with that pussy.  He went back to my cock.  I pushed
him off and started working his dick with my mouth and hand.  Now he was
panting.  He's gasping.

"I'm cumming.  I'm cumming."  I really wanted to take that cock in my mouth
and swallow his juice, like he'd done mine the week before, but I just
couldn't quite do it.  I've swallowed a few loads in my day but not for a
long time.  I'm pretty sure though that it's only a matter of time,
assuming we manage to keep hooking up, that I take Rick's cream in my
mouth.

With his body jerking, I put my hand behind his head and pull his mouth
down on my cock.  He's clearly very turned on, but also in the post-cum
moment, but he goes for it and starts to suck me like a crazy man, up and
down, his tongue and throat licking and squeezing.  In seconds I'm shooting
jets in his mouth and he hungrily swallows it all.

He lies back in the driver's seat, still panting.  He looks down.

I say, "you've got your cum on your shirt."

He's not wearing a tie, but he's dressed for work in slacks and a nice
pullover shift.

"Wow."

"How will you explain those stains?"

"Don't worry.  I'll get them cleaned off. "

I gently rub his chest through the shirt and then run my fingers across his
face.  This is more than I can usually muster after I cum.  If I'm with a
guy after a couple of minutes of cumming I lose all my sex drive--might
take 10 minutes to get some back. I always tell myself before hand that I'm
going to gather the guy in my arms, I'm going to stroke him, I'm going to
follow him into the shower and play with his cock and suck him again and
maybe have another round of action, but all that really happens is that
after I cum, I feel like I just want to get out of there.  I find the room
gross, the smell disgusting and I just want to get dressed and escape.

Back in his car, admiring his cum stains, I'm somehow less turned off than
I am in a room.

"I really want to have sex with you.  We need to find a place and do it
right."

"I agree," he says.  "I think I know a place."

And that's how we became fuck buddies.

By this time, back in the parking lot of the motel by the freeway, we've
had sex, maybe I'd even say, made love, six or seven times--about once
every two months.  After the first couple of times, when he was set to
retire, he decided to break it off.  I said, "fine." It had been in one of
those motel rooms and I was still in that down time after hot sex, so it
didn't really bother me at all.  He kissed me though.  Next time I'm going
to ask him what that was really about.  A few weeks after he had called a
halt and I had deleted his cell phone number and most of his emails, I
recalled that I still had one of his emails.  I sent him a message:

"This is crazy.  You and I are perfectly suited for each other.  You turn
me on.  I turn you on, at least I think I do.  And we both have exactly the
same limits and the same concern with discretion."  And then I added some
pretty graphic explanation of what I hoped to do with him if we met again.
He emailed me back almost immediately.

"I'm sorry.  I was being stupid.  I want you.  I want to feel your cock in
me."  Within a couple of days we were naked, in a bed in a cheap motel,
clawing at each other's bodies.

I don't quite understand how his life is organized.  My wife and I spend a
lot of time together but we don't keep close track of each other.  We've
got our freedom.  But of course we both work.  Rick had been hoping to pick
up another job after he retired, but it seems like it hasn't worked out.
And apparently it's hard for him to get away without a detailed
explanation.  That day when we met in the motel by the freeway, his wife
was out of town for a couple days.  Of course for all I know his whole life
story is made up and he's partnered up with another gay man.  But it
doesn't seem like it.  His story stays consistent, and he did give me his
business card.  Any time I really put my mind to it I could track him down.

So there I was in the motel parking lot.  The cell phone made the text
message sound.  And there it was on the screen, "314".  And like I said, I
climbed up to the third floor, walked along the balcony.  At Room 314 the
door was ajar and I pushed it open and walked in.

There he was.  Standing off to the right, dressed in casual clothes, with
the look he always has on his face when we first meet--like a bad boy about
to do something naughty.  I find this man impossibly sexy, but he's not
really handsome.  And he's showing his years.  We're both in pretty good
shape, but both of us have lines on our faces, and thinning hair, his dark
and mine lighter.  Both of us have some skin that's sagging.  But still I
find him incredibly hot.

"You are so fucking hot," putting my thoughts into words.  "Did you miss
me?"

"You have no fucking idea," is his reply.  I'm masculine, but not really a
guy's guy.  I'm not into sports in a huge way, and I find it hard to trade
guy small talk.  Rick isn't like me.  He fits right in or at least I get
the sense that he does.  I have never seen the slightest surface hint that
he's gay, that he likes men.  Except of course when I hear him panting out
those magic words, "fuck me now."  Or when he looks up at me with just a
bit of my cum dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

I walk over to him and I take my hand and lightly run my fingers over the
side of his face, and down his neck.  He's breathing a little heavier.  I
keep on running my fingers around his neck, glancing across his ear,
lightly over the hairs on the back of his neck.  He shivers.  I lightly
move my thumb across his lips, edging closer to him.  His tongue pushes out
to lick my thumb.

"Oh God."  Which one of thus said that? Both?

With my fingers on the back of his neck again, I pull him closer.  I can
feel the muscles in his back relax.  I feel his hot breath on my face.  He
feels mine.  I'm still just using my right hand.  Fingers behind his neck,
my thumb lightly rubbing back and forth on the top of his cheekbone.

"Oh baby, I've missed you," he whispers.

"You have no fucking idea," I repeat his thought.

I apply just a bit more pressure to the back of his neck and now our lips
just slightly touch.

We groan, "ohhhhh." Together.  Our tongues dart out and we lightly lick the
tip of each other's tongue.  Rough passion is rising.  This tentative
touching, this delicious, tantalizing teasing can't last much longer.  My
thumb presses in to the side of his face, my finger tighten on the back of
his neck, and I reach out around his back with my left arm and pull him
into me from the small of his back.  His lower back muscles release and he
pushes his crotch into mine at just the same time that our mouths meet.
Now both my hands are on the sides of his face.  I've lost any kind of
sense of taking it slow.  I kiss him hard, and deep and long, his arms
wrapped around my back, grinding into me.  We kiss and kiss, me pushing my
tongue deep into his throat and then him pushing back.  Then our tongues
are licking and battling.  And then for a while I relax the pressure, and
hold the back of his head gently with my right hand and just let our lips
meet
 and kiss and kiss.  I feel like I'm in another place entirely, the bland
motel room disappears and its just our lips, and faces, and bodies locked
together.  We go on like that it seems like forever.  Now and then I move
from his lips to his eyes, to his ears, but of course the neck is off
limits.

"No marks."  My neck is also off limits.  We are perfectly in agreement.

Usually our fuck sessions last about an hour.  This one is going to be
longer.

Eventually we pull apart and I begin to unbutton his shirt.  I pull it out
of his pants and reach under and rub my hands on his chest and back.  He
moans again.  I lightly tweak his nipples.

Those magic words, "Oh God, Jim."  I have come to realize that for me
anyway, those few words, or a moan, raise my temperature.  I read in
Craigslist or in Nifty about anonymous sex.  I don't get that.  I don't
have to really know the person, but I don't want them to be anonymous.  I
want them to respond and how me with words and actions how they are feeling
and what they like.  One time I arranged a Craigslist hook up in a local
hotel, and the guy insisted on having the lights out.  I think he didn't
want to be reminded that I was a man.  But I found it creapy.  We finally
compromised on a little light.

Rick and I haven't talked a lot about what we really like.  It drives me
wild to feel a man's fingers just lightly brushing across my chest, the
inside of my thighs, my ass, my balls.  Burying my face in Rick's armpit,
if he hasn't applied too much deodorant, is enough to make my cock rock
hard.  With Rick, I need to give him instructions, but he's good about
following them, at least until he gets so worked up that he needs more of
my mouth or my cock.

He's unbuttoning my shirt now and I'm pulling his over his head.  He starts
to pull away to throw the rest of his clothes off.  But I pull him back to
me and lock his mouth on mine.  We're both breathing heavily now and
moaning into each other.

I turn him around and push him onto the bed.  He's the guy's guy, but it's
understood that I do the pushing.  He's flat on his back with his feet on
the floor and I'm on top of him, driving my tongue into his mouth.

"You are so hot."

"YOU're so hot."

"Have you been thinking about me?"  Sometimes in an email I tell him about
how in the shower, or lying in bed, I've imagined us together.  And it's
sort of true, but it's also a good way to get him crazy enough to find a
way to get away from his wife.  And also to introduce some small new twist
to our love-making. A few months ago, he started writing about he would
pull my cheeks open and bury his tongue in my ass.  While I was driving
over to the motel I was wondering if that was on the menu or if it was
still a fantasy for him.

Enough of this foreplay.  We both pull away and stand up, ripping our
clothes off, eyes locked on each other.

"Fuck, I want you."

Rick is down on his knees with his mouth on my cock.  He's licking the head
and going down on me.  My legs feel like jelly.  I'm twitching.  I need to
sit down.  I back on to the bed, with his mouth attached to my dick.  I lie
back on the sheets and spread by legs.

"Lick my balls."

Reluctantly he lets go of my cock with his mouth, but replaces it with his
hand, and starts working his tongue on my sack.  That's enough to drive me
crazy.

"Jesus, don't stop.  That feels so great.  Baby, get your tongue under my
balls."

And his tongue darts down to that sensitive point just below my balls.  I
clench my ass and without thinking thrust forward.  He's back sucking my
cock.

"Oh god, oh god.  Do you like to taste that cock?"

He pulls up for a moment and fixes a stare into my eyes.  "I love your
cock."

My turn.  I pull him up onto the bed and move into the middle.  I get my
arms around him, and launch into a deep kiss.  He responds like a mad man,
grinding his hard cock into me, licking my tongue, pushing his tongue into
my mouth, clawing at me with his hands.  I entwine my fingers in his and
pin his hands over his head.  I'm sitting on his chest.  I go in for
another long, deep, wet kiss. And then drag my tongue across his chest,
back and forth from nipple to nipple, back and forth.  He's moaning now.
And then sliding my tongue down across his stomach and bury my face in his
crotch and breathe deeply.  Christ, how great he smells.

We go back and forth like that for a while, but it's mostly me touching and
licking him from head to toe.  When Rick gets too crazy he grabs my face
and kisses me, or he gets his mouth on my cock and starts to suck like
crazy.

I'm flat on my back now and he's kneeling next to me.

"Lick my balls baby," I smile at him.

He gets between my legs and starts to work on my balls.  I'd like a lighter
touch, and maybe his fingers lightly on the hairs on my sack and on the
inside of my thighs.  But I'm not complaining.  His mouth feels really
good.

I arch my back and spread my legs a bit.  "mmmm, yes baby, that feels
good."

Rick pushes my legs up and apart.  His tongue laps under my balls.  I grab
onto my legs and pull them back toward my chest and his tongue drops down
toward my asshole.  He's pulling my cheeks apart and bury's his face there.

"Oh, God."

His tongue begin to lick my hairy hole.  A sensation like a jolt runs
through me.  My cock has never been this hard.  I'm twisting and writhing
and arching my back.  "oh yes baby, don't stop.  Don't stop."  Time stands
still.  I'm lost in a little world of sensation running through my body.
My skin is tingling.  "Yes baby, yes baby."

He comes up for air and I catch my breath.  I roll over and move around
until I'm straddling him, with my face in his crotch, licking and sucking
his cock, his pubes, his balls.  Rick is struggling to get my cock in his
mouth, then he's licking it.  Then my balls.  Then he reach around and
pulls my cheeks apart and begins to lick again.

I'm in a frenzy.  I push his legs apart and bend his legs back, exposing
his sweet hairless pussy with my hands.  Without thinking I cross another
bridge.  I dive in with my mouth and tongue and begin to lick and suck on
his hole.  The smell and taste make me even crazier.

I hear from him some muffled "oh, oh, eh, ohs," as he whimpers and cries
out as he continues to rim me.  I'm beginning to feel this is almost too
intense. "baby, baby."

We pull away and just lap on our cocks.  "I want you in me," I hear him
say.  "I need your cock in my ass.  I need you to fuck me."

The last time we fucked, he sat on my cock.  Today I roll him on his
stomach and tear open the condom packet.  I roll it on to my dick and lube
it up.  On my knees I push his legs apart and start to massage his smooth
ass.  I lay down on top of him and turn his head and pull him in for a deep
kiss.  I begin to work my dick back and forth between his ass cheeks.  I
pull him up on hand and knees, and whisper, "you ready baby?"

"Give it to me."

But I know he's also a bit scared.  He's got a tight ass, and when I push
in it hurts him pretty bad.

I line up the head with his hole.  I feel his body tense up.  "I'll be
gentle."

"Common Jim, just give it to me." He's drawing in little gasps of air.

It takes a little work to get inside him.  Getting the right angle.
Looking down I watch the head of my cock press up against his hole.  He
draws in breath.  About half the head is in.

"Wait."

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"No.  Just wait."

I wait, gently funning my fingers up and down his back.  Listening to his
breathing get easier and more even.  And I'm pushing a bit.  Most of the
head is in now.

"Give it to me."

I press in now and I feel this unbelievable sensation running through my
dock and balls and ass.  I'm thinking I might come. I try to get control of
my breathing.  I pause.  "Is it ok?" I ask him.  I sound considerate, but
it's really more about me not cumming.  I used to have something of a
problem in that area.  An advantage of getting old and getting more
experience is that I can make it last a bit.  I press all the way in,
feeling my body right up against his.  I wrap my arms around him and
massage his chest and play with his nipples.  I drop one hand down to his
cock as I begin a kind of corkscrew motion.

"Oh, oh," I hear him make these little sounds, that tell me he's feeling
good.  The little sounds the other guy makes are incredibly erotic to me.
I real moan, or an "oh baby," sends shivers of ecstasy up and down my
spine.  Rick needs to be prompted, but he can get into it.

"Oh baby.  Give it to me.  Fuck me."

Rick isn't really looking for a long fuck.  HE always has to be some place
else and after a bit it starts to hurt a bit.  So I take I slow.  Pulling
out and slowly pushing back in.  We go on for a while like this, I feel
like I'm in heaven.  I roll a bit on my side and pull him with me.  I move
my cock in and out and with my hand rub right below his balls.  Wish this
room had a better placed mirror.

I pull out.

"Oh.  What happened baby?"

"Nothing.  Turn on your back." He does what he's told.  Mister macho has
never told me what to do, although he does sometimes climb on top of me so
he can ride my cock.  That's as close as he gets to directing the action.

I once asked him which way he liked it best.  His first answer, "Which ever
way you like it best baby."

"Fuck that shit," I say.  I want to know what YOU like, so I can make YOU
feel good.  But I guess really his sense of what is really making me feel
good IS what makes him feel good.  I think he has a preference for riding
me.

So I tell him, "I like it with you on your back, so I can kiss you, stroke
your cock, rub your chest, and, this is the big thing, look into your eye
while we're fucking."

Of course that could happen with him riding me, but I wouldn't be really in
control.  The sensation for me, those feelings running up and down my cock,
are that much more intense when I've got Rick on his back.

And I've got him on his back right now.  I lean in and grab his face and we
begin to kiss, as I begin to pick up the pace.  He's gasping and chewing on
my lips and wrapping his arms around my back.  Then I grab his hands and
our fingers entwine and I hold them down and stare intently into his eyes.
This is turning him on.

"Oh fuck, baby. Fuck me."

I do that.  The trigger edge is gone and now I have to do some serious work
for my orgasm.  The room isn't hot, but I'm starting to sweat and my
breathing is ragged.  Our slimy chests rub against each other.  This is it.

"Oh Jesus. God.  Fuck. Rick."  My cock is throbbing inside him.  I'm
pounding away.  I can feel him clenching his muscles and tightening down no
my dick.  It's on the edge of being too intense.  I flop down on top of
him.

Before I know it, he pulled away from me, pushed me on my back, pulled off
the rubber and swallowed my still hard cock in his mouth, swallowing and
licking.  With Rick it's always a hard choice.  Do I cum inside his ass or
in his mouth?  Now he's trying to have it both ways.  But when you've had a
good 30 minutes of fucking and you've cum the way I have, your cock can be
pretty sensitive.  I'm still feeling horny, I haven't dropped off the cliff
yet, but his mouth is driving me wild--not exactly in a good way, but it's
something to remember that's for sure.  I push him off me, pin him down,
gaze hard into his eyes and kiss him with an intensity that shocks him I
can see.  And there's that taste of my cum again.

I flop back on my back.  He's on his knees with his cock over my chest,
jerking off like a bad man.  I grab his balls with my hand and begin to rub
and tickle with my fingers.  In a few seconds he's spurting cum on my
chest.  And then he's up.  I follow him into the bathroom and we begin to
clean up.  Although I'm not feeling horny any more, I kind of like that
feeling of his cum on me.

He steps into the shower.  Then I follow.  This is a cheap motel, so there
isn't that much room.  We've always showered one after the other before,
but Rick is game.  He starts to soap my back and down to my ass.  I turn
around and grab his cock.  I soap it up and start to give it a good wash.
He's cleaning his ass.  I spin him around and tell him to put his hands up
against the wall.  "Assume the position."  This is kind of funny and we
both laugh.  He had been sort of a law enforcement guy.

But he does it, and spreads his feet as best he can in the small tub.  I
take the soap and lather up my hand and begin to wash between his cheeks.
I let my fingers slip in a bit.  He sucks in some air but lets me continue.

Rick turns around and starts wash my hairy chest.  He works down to my cock
and balls.  They're still tender.

I go down on my knees in the tub and take his softening cock in my mouth.
"Jesus, it's sensitive." But I continue gently sucking and licking.  I can
feel it getting a bit bigger.  I stroke his balls as the water streams onto
my head and down my face.

"Oh baby," he pulls me up.  We lock in a wet, water soaked kiss.  "You're
incredible, but I have to go."

He steps out, I turn the shower off and follow him.  I rest my hand on his
bare ass and begin to massage it.  He turns around and kisses me hard.
"You drive me fucking crazy." We get dressed and leave separately.