Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 01:42:47 -0400
From: Allan B <allanbinnj@gmail.com>
Subject: Touchdown! 2

[This is my second story here. I fibbed about the first and said it was
fiction told to me by my husband about someone else.  Of course, many of
you who have written to me saw through my ruse and figured out it was about
me.  I even said in my intro to Touchdown that my name was Bill.  It's not
– it's Allan, which is obvious from my email address, which those who
wrote me undoubtedly knew.  I did fictionalize my name in the story, as I
have here, as well as the names of the other men in the stories and even my
dog, for the sake of their privacy, though admittedly that dog has now
passed on to the great dog park in the sky and probably doesn't give a damn
about privacy, if he ever actually did!  But back to the point.  I hope you
enjoy Touchdown 2, and that if you do, you'll write me and tell me.  And
also, please make a donation to nifty.org if you are able to, in
recognition of the site's convenience and entertainment value. –Al]

"Text to Duane," I said into my earbud line mic, holding it close to my
mouth.  I heard the beeps and saw the window open for the text.  "God I
must really reek of it.  My local dirty gym slut just came up to me and
when he got close enough he took a long deep inhale of me and said, `Come
by my place after the gym and I'll make whatever you did earlier that I
smell on you seem like foreplay!' with a dirty leer.'  As soon as Siri
finished processing the text, I hit SEND.

And that's when I saw it went to Wayne, not to Duane!
"Goddamnfuckingbitchslutwhore Siri!!!!!" I yelled, and four or ten people
around me in the gym turned my way, some with ugly-face, some curious and
some clearly sympathetic.  If they only knew!

Wayne is one of my employees.  Duane is one of my fuckbuds.  One of the
dirtier ones, as a matter of fact.  Sadly he's not local.  Even more sadly,
Wayne is a married, straight arrow sort of guy, who, though he knows I'm
gay and single, doesn't exactly cotton to the dirtier details . . . or any
details.

"FUCK!" I shouted again before I could catch myself.  At least one girl and
two guys smiled at me in a way that made me wonder if that was acceptance
in the event mine had been a solicitation.  Another day I would have taken
up either of the guys.  Today I had some clarification to do.

"Text to Wayne," I said quietly, again holding my earbud cord's mic in
front of my mouth.  This time I watched the window.  Of course, Siri, that
miserably incompetent bitch, had a text window open . . . to Duane!
"CANCEL!!!" I roared.  I imagined Siri's quick response as contrition,
knowing it was just fantasy born of frustration.

I stepped off the treadmill onto the sides and keyed in to Wayne: Overheard
at my gym LOL.  Maybe I shouldn't have changed gyms afterall!!! and hoped
that would do it.

Then I thumbed the display over my originally mis-sent message and pressed
COPY when it appeared.  I thumbed to Duane's messages and copied it in and
hit SEND.  If it made him jealous, I hoped his husband Mal (Malcolm, which
was so much cooler and always made me wonder why he allowed himself to be
called Mal) would be the beneficiary of however it stoked Duane's fire.

Wayne's text back: I'll say this – ur gyms r a lot more interesting than
mine!

I texted back, via Siri, who seemed to be able to stay on Wayne, "That's
what you get for building your gym in your big new house," and added the
exclamation mark and hit SEND.

Wayne back: LOL

In the middle of covering with some work texts I came up with, back on the
treadmill belt, huffing to Siri, Duane texted back: Dirty fucker!!!

That's my boy!  I made sure I was dictating to Duane again and said into
the mic, "Wishing it was you, but alas you're all the way on the other side
of the country so guess I'll have to go with my gym dirty slut," checked
it, as usual wondering why Siri didn't do punctuation, and hit SEND.

Duane back: ME TOO

Me back, via Siri, "Go do it with Mal" and added the period then continued.
"How you keep your hands off that slab of beef cake I'll never know," added
another period and hit SEND.

Wayne back: 145 since BOY.

I was confused for a moment, then remembered the text convo with Wayne.  I
hit the Siri button and said, "Interesting," and hit SEND.

Duane back: As you well know it's not my choice :(

After Duane and I had hooked up the first time, he had continued the email
dialogue we'd started before we hooked up, after he hit me on adam4adam.  I
was flattered that he was interested.  Not that our sex hookup hadn't been
hot; in fact, it was stellar, like two sex-starved men going at it for the
first time in months.  It hadn't been that long for me, and I didn't know
at that point how long for him, or anything near it, but he was a hottie of
epic proportions, and I took full advantage.

In fact, that was true; I did take FULL advantage, despite my intentions.
At one point he had me on top of him, him face down, my cock teasing his
hole and crack, him obviously LOVING it and teasing my cock right back, and
one misaimed move and he'd impaled himself on my cock . . . bare and deep.
He was so fucking tight, and he clenched my rod like a hose clamp.

I went stock still, and so did he.  I can't remember which of us said it,
but one of us said, "Uhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm," me, probably.  I'm not the
most verbally articulate guy when I'm cock-deep in another guy.

Duane growled, "Dirty fucker!  Good thing I'm totally clean and disease
free.  You better fucking be too!" that I remember.

I knew I was, but did I believe him?  But then he clenched on my cock and
moved back even farther, grinding his hairy crack into my pelvis, and
that's all she wrote.

I drove that dirty slut practically through the headboard and into the next
hotel room before first he and then I dumped our nutloads.  His was big and
messy and all over the bedspread and pillows.  Mine was DEEP inside him.
In my defense I started to pull out when I was about to cum, but Duane had
growled, "You've gone this far, GIVE IT TO ME YOU DIRTY FUCKER!" and I lost
control and filled him.

When we'd collapsed in a sweaty heap after that first time, him on his
stomach, and me, thoughtfully, having rolled off him and on my side next to
him, I ran my hand up his sweaty inner thigh and over his sweaty balls.
His growl of pleasure emboldened me, and I continued up and fingered his
cummy butthole.  He wiggled his ass until my finger was inside him, and I
added another and then pulled them out.  I ventured a look and they were
creamy and otherwise clean as a whistle.  I put my cummy fingers to my
nose.  Sweat and cum, nothing else.

Duane had turned his head and was watching me, his eyes glazed.  "Dirty
fucker," he whispered huskily.  I licked our sex off my fingers, further
confirming that he was surely right when he said he was clean.  And then he
launched himself on me, sucking my face and sharing the taste of our sex,
licking, nuzzling, pressing, grinding and, ultimately, shoving his
cum-slicked butt down on my ready-again hardon and riding me like a
champion bronco rider as I bucked him for a studly-enough time that I told
several of my buddies about it when I got home!

Duane's first idiosyncrasy reared its head after I blasted my second load
into him.  I was ready to collapse in a nap.  Check that; I was collapsed
and on the verge of drifting off.  But Duane jumped up and said, "Shower
time!"  Turns out he has a BIT of a cleanliness phobia.  I later learned
that the calm collapsed moment after our first fuck was a huge compliment
to how well I had fucked him, he told me.  It seems he HAS TO shower
immediately after anything that has him sweating or has cum on him or most
any other activity.

I had no idea but I'd done almost four miles as I reminisced in my mind
about Duane's and my first time.  That was the good part.  The bad part was
I was HARD as a light pole, and my jock strap and gym shorts were not
hiding anything from anyone out there on the cardio floor!

I yanked my sweat-soaked t-shirt out of my gym shorts in an attempt to have
it hang in front and cover, but it was already sweaty and just clung to my
protruding crotch and made it even more obscene a visual to my fellow
runners and striders.

One of the two guys whose smiles had possibly been invitations before was
grinning at me and alternating his eyes between mine and my crotch.  At the
angle to him I had I couldn't be certain, but it looked like he might be
equally aroused.

He was tall, built, dark and hairy, four excellent qualities in a man,
IMHO.  And his ass looked like perfection – a short-stop's or
first-baseman's ass for sure – ready for a workout of its own.  I gave
it one more moment's thought then raised my shirt as if to wipe sweat off
my face, flashing my hard-earned eight-pack at him.  When I let my shirt
fall, I saw his eyes stuck and his tongue licking his lip.

I slammed STOP and jumped off the treadmill almost before the belt's
immediate stop mechanism had stopped it.  I walked right up to him.  "I
live about ten minutes away," I said, my gaze boring into his eyes.

He hit stop.  "I'm closer," he said, as he headed toward the locker room.

I followed, my cock throbbing painfully in my jock strap, homing on his
amazing ass.  I was imagining how furry and warm it would be as I pulled
those cheeks apart and entered him.

My phone buzzed, interrupting my intention for him.  I hadn't opened the
messages, was just reading the message on my lock screen, so whoever it was
wouldn't know I'd read it yet.  Duane: At least one of us is getting off.

Man, did I intend to do just that!

When we got to the lockers, it turned out the guy I was going to fuck was
in another row from me.  There wasn't anyone else in the locker room
apparently.  We hadn't talked at all on the way downstairs.  "I'm Tony," he
called from over the top of the back-to-back rows of lockers separating us.
"I know who you are," he said quickly afterward.  "But that's not why
. . . "  He didn't finish.

I was deciding what to say to that when he emerged around the end of the
lockers into my row, his gym backpack over one shoulder, a light pullover
over his sweat-soaked muscle shirt he'd been wearing.  I could still see
the electric yellow color in the v of his electric blue pullover at his
neck.  His black hair and deep olive coloring was stunning against either
the yellow or the blue.  And I now confirmed that his eyes were a brilliant
golden-brown color.  STUNNING!  And mine . . . soon.

"What I meant was," he said, without the slightest bashfulness, staring
straight into my eyes but also occasionally running his eyes up and down my
bare chest and still-tented shorts, "It's not because you're a football
all-star that I, uh," and then he did look a little embarrassed and looked
down at his own tented crotch.

I grinned and laughed.  "Hall-of-Famer, actually," I corrected and put out
my hand.  "Todd Dreesen, just to make it official.

Tony grasped my hand very firmly with his own big hand, and he shook
decisively.  "Tony Spinoza," he said.  "And I guess that would be a
congratulations handshake there, TeeDee," he grinned, using my erstwhile
nickname, TD for touchdown and for my initials.  "Now how about we get out
of here and get onto the playing field so you can add another goal to your
playing stats?" he suggested.

I did a quick recon to make sure we were still alone, and then I reached
down and grabbed his ass with one hand and my cock with the other.  "Looks
like our playing gear is ready!" I mugged.

Tony gave a feigned look of surprise.  "OH, so you think I'm going to be
the receiver, just because you're the famous quarterback?"  But before I
had a chance to say something he waggled his ass against my grip.  He also
took a step in to me and added in a quiet growl, "Well, then, let's get to
it so we can get that completion added to those stats!"

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

His ass waggling again snapped me out of my momentary testosterone
paralysis, and I whipped my own dry t-shirt over my head and shrugged into
my wind breaker and had my gym bag and was MOVING!

I followed Tony's Impala to one of the old, small bungalows in the numbered
streets.  He was a block above San Vicente, and that tiny old post-war
bungalow and the postage stamp it sat on was probably worth well over a
million.

I'm no snob, but let's face it; gay men tend to either be affluent
achievers or stunning under-achievers who live commensurately.  It's always
nice to find a guy who seems like he has the potential to be an equal, even
if it's just a hookup.  As my gay mentor had told me when I was very young,
"Gay couples usually start as quickie hookups, so keep your wits about you
for when the one comes."

It had actually happened to me twice, I mused, as I parked at the curb and
jogged up to the open garage, where Tony was getting out of his spotlessly
clean Chevy.  The hookup that led to a five-year relationship when I came
out was one; a bar hookup that led to almost two years was the other.
Guess technically neither had been "the one", or we'd still be together.

WHAT THE FUCK was I thinking about that for?  This was a hookup, for
Chrissake, not a first date!  But you never knew . . .

We barely made it through his front door . . . mostly because when he was
unlocking it he reached back and took firm hold of my half-hard cock and my
very full balls.  I reciprocated by planting both my hands on his bubble
butt cheeks and pressing my thumbs hard into his crack against his
hot-through-his-running-shorts butthole.

"FUCK!" he exclaimed and somehow staggered against the door while at the
same time driving his ass back into my hands harder.

I got my fingers up into the legs of his shorts and inside the liner and
had my thumbs against his sweaty hairy hole.  My cock was instantly
lead-hard again, and I WANTED this stud NOW!  "I suggest you get that door
open, or your neighbors, despite their liberal tolerances, will get a show
they're not ready for," I growled against his ear.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" he replied and went back to work on the lock and got us
inside pronto.

I didn't notice anything as we raced through the little house back to his
very neat, almost austere bedroom.  It wasn't neat for long.

Tony turned as we breached the doorway and grabbed my cock and pulled me
with him across the small bit of floor to his smallish bed (for a big guy).
We both toppled back, me happily on top of his very firm body.

He was pulling my shirt off over my head, and my windbreaker with it.  They
all flew in a heap where he chucked them, right before his pullover and
sweaty shirt joined them when I'd got them free of his head and arms.  His
face was in my neck, biting, licking, inhaling, and he was moaning and
growling like a crazed beast.  My cock was throbbing in response, grinding
down into his thigh as I grappled to get my cock against his.

I had one hand under Tony groping his hot furry bubble butt, and my other
hand was clamped on the back of his head as he nuzzled, licked and chewed
on my neck.  He smelled and tasted of mansweat; in other words, FUCKING
AWESOME!  And GOD his ass felt hot and HARD.  I couldn't wait to get my
cock between those hairy cheeks and into that sweaty hole!!!

That thought stoked me, and I wrestled him and got him on his stomach and
got my hands in the waistband of his sweaty running shorts and virtually
ripped them off him.  "AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" he yelled as I did it.  I'm
thinking it was a good thing!

I immediately buried my face in his crack, inhaling his mansweat and
tasting it with my tongue as I tickled his tight rosebud.  "OH FUCK
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he shouted, and he shoved his ass up and harder
against my face.

I penetrated him with my tongue and rolled my tongue around his rim, just
inside, and slurped the taste of this stud I was about to fuck within an
inch of his life, growling loud as I lasciviously savored the taste and
smell of him.

"GODDAMN that's GOOOOOOOOOOOD!" he moaned as I continued eating him.  I had
one hand on each of his cheeks, pulling them apart to the point I thought
he might complain I was too rough, but Tony seemed to be loving every bit
of it.  I was chewing his assring between deep spears with my tongue and
then swirling it inside his hole, which was twitching and clenching on my
tongue as he was grinding his ass HARD up into my face all the while.

"If you fuck a tenth as well as you eat ass, Todd . . . " he growled,
pounding the mattress with his fist and letting out a long, loud,
"OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk
YESSSSS!"

I gave up one of Tony's amazing buttglobes so that I could work my own
shorts and jock strap down over my own rather well-developed buttcheecks
and down my legs and kick them off.  It wasn't easy or graceful, but I
managed to keep up the tonguework on Tony's inviting hole enough that he
kept squirming and moaning and growling.

When I finally did manage to get them to kicking point, Tony raised his
head and turned around and ordered, panting, "Give me your jock strap!"

I stopped and looked up, along his beautiful lean-muscled back and broad
shoulders, muscular, twisted neck to his handsome strong-chinned profile.
His look was intense, demanding.

"I want your sweaty jock strap, stud!" he growled.  "And I want you IN me!"
he added.  When I didn't move immediately, Tony waived his ass from side to
side.

For some reason it struck me as funny.  "You're not a patient man, are you
Tony?" I asked inanely, giving his buttcrack a long, quick swipe with my
tongue, following with a maniacal laugh.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned, and his head dropped.  "GOD that's GOOD!" he
growled.

I did it again, and then he hissed long and loud when I came back this time
and shoved my tongue in his hole and then nipped his ring with my teeth and
then tongued him deep again.  God his taste and texture and muscle control
was amazing.  Which led me to thinking how fucking awesome my raging hard
throbbing cock would feel STRETCHING his hole and FILLING
him. "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," I growled involuntarily.

"JOCK STRAP!" Tony suddenly shouted.

I guessed he really WANTED my jock strap!  Problem was, I had to get OFF
Tony to GET the jockstrap because I'd flung it off the bed.  Fuck it, if he
wanted it . . .

I bounded up off him, and Tony moaned plaintively when I disengaged.  I
jumped off the bed and bent down and swiped up my still-sweaty jock strap
and turned to pitch it to Tony as I bounded back onto the bed.  I topped in
mid-toss when I saw Tony on his back now, his beautiful big cock proudly
jutting toward the ceiling over big, hairy balls.

As far as Tony, he was staring, looking transfixed . . . at my cock.  I
looked down and confirmed I was standing proud.  I returned my gaze to
Tony's face, and he came up to meet mine.  "Goddamn, you're a beautiful
man," he said, slowly and hoarsely.

I flushed, a bit embarrassed, and a lot stoked.  My jock strap was hanging
from my hand, and I flung it to Tony, as my only response.

Tony snatched the jock strap out of the air deftly with his big hand and
then covered his face with the pouch, inhaling loudly, his eyes closed.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkinnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
HOT!" he exclaimed, opening his eyes and staring at my cock again.  "I want
you!" he added, and he leaned back and pulled his legs back, his knees at
his chest and grabbed his ankles, his beautiful wet hole winking at me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmggggggggggggggggggggggmmmmmmmmmmgggggggggggggggg," I
moaned, and I vaguely felt my cock throbbing.

My trance miraculously broke, and I was ON him.  I had my hands on his
ankles now, his knees shoved back into his chest, and I had my
precum-slicked cockhead shoved against his hole.  Tony was pushing against
me and gyrating his ass HARD against my hardon.  I was one thrust away from
entering him when I caught myself and THREW myself off him.  "OH GOD!" I
yelled.

Tony took a huge breath and threw his forearm over his face.  "Drawer," he
rasped, pointing across the bed with his other hand.

I pounced, knowing exactly what he meant.  Ripping open the drawer to where
it came out completely and eliciting a laugh from Tony, I clamored, almost
falling off the bed as I tried to snatch the foiled packets and the squeeze
bottle which I hoped to hell was lube.  Fortunately a sports career had
given me damn good manual dexterity skills and balance, and I had both and
also maintained my position on the edge of the bed.

I came back up and over him and tossed him the lube bottle, but he tossed
it back.  "You lube; I'll wrap!" he said.

So we exchanged, me catching the lube he tossed back, and him catching the
condom pack and immediately tearing it open with his teeth and shaking out
a rather large condom, which I was glad to see.  "High standards, I see," I
said, laughing.

"Good luck, more like it!" he countered.  "Actually they're mine.
Conceited much?" he taunted.

I looked down at his beautiful big cock and realized he was right.  I
blushed.

"Oh, don't get all sensitive on me now, stud!" Tony said with a laugh.  He
crunched up, making his abs ripple and making me take a sharp breath in
appreciation, and then he rolled the condom down over my throbbing, raging
fuckrod.  It was a tight fit, even the large size, and I admit my chest
puffed out a little.  "OK, big boy, enough admiration for that massive
member of yours.  How about you show me how you can use that X-X-L
equipment you've got there?"  And with that, he leaned back and pulled his
legs up and back and grinned at me.

I was ON him instantly, going in low and smearing his hole with lube while
I chewed on one of his ankles, making Tony yelp and giggle.  And when he
squirmed, my gooey finger went inside him, and he threw his head back and
pushed his ass forward onto me and gyrated around on it.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he
growled or moaned, I wasn't sure which and didn't care because it was what
he said after that got me.  "Want you!"

I felt a flame ignite and flare through me, and I gave his hole one more
good swirl with my finger and then got down to it.  I got my cock in
position, pushing against his slicked-up hole, and I PUSHED against it.
Tony threw his head back and growled and pushed into me HARD.
"GRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" was what it actually sounded like.  But
as hard as I pushed in and he pushed back onto me, that tight ring of his
wasn't giving.  "It's.  Been.  A.  While." he huffed, and he started
gyrating his hips and straining to push back.

"Maybe we should—" I started, but he cut me off.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he shouted.  "I." GRUNT "WANT." GRUNT And then,
miraculously, I felt his spinchter give, and my big, engorged head went IN.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he shouted.

At the same time I shouted, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" because
his hole felt like it was on fire around my cock, and he was sooooooooo
tight I couldn't imagine how I'd get the other seven or eight inches inside
him!

I was still, feeling his heat and tightness clamped around my cockhead,
feeling like he was squeezing it from plum-size to pea size in his
sphincter-clench!  But Tony was having none of it.  "C'mon, Todd-stud, FUCK
ME!" he prompted, and with that he GRUNTED loud and PUSHED back onto me,
impossibly forcing some of my rigid shaft inside him.
"MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"OH FUCK YEAH!" I said, loving the burning heat enveloping my cock, and I
pushed in a few more inches.

"OHFUCKOHFUCK!" he yowled but immediately added, "DON'TFUCKINGSTOP!"  So I
didn't.

I scraped my groin into his ass and ground in for good measure, to his
continued long moan, which I hoped was pleasure, but I could see from his
screwed up face grimace that it wasn't.  At that point I really didn't
care, because I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to.  But I did take a
beat while he huffed and hissed like a woman in labor.

OOOPS, bad image when you're fucking a hot gymstud!

When Tony gave a smile and a curt shake of his head, I went for it.  I
pulled out, feeling like I almost couldn't for the squeeze of his
assmuscles, and stopped the long pull only when I felt my flared head bump
his ring.

Tony gasped when I hit that ring from the inside, probably thinking I'd
STRETCH him open and pull out completely.  But I didn't, and I immediately
plunged back in balls-deep, eliciting a loud, long
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" from
Tony.  When I stopped with my groin ground into his hairy ass again, Tony
completed the thought.  "ME!"

I immediately repeated the process, though this time without stopping
between the out-pull and the thrust.  I also didn't stop when I slammed my
groin into his ass again. Instead I began pumping him, powerfully and
rhythmically, and Tony gasped and moaned in time to my thrusts, which just
made me all the hotter.

I pounded Tony harder and faster and still harder and faster still until he
was finally shouting "OH FUCKING HELL YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

All I had to do was to listen to his shouts and watch his muscular body
ripple, and my hips were on autopilot, slam-fucking him with all the
intensity of my roiling, boiling and aching balls.

When I was young, a HOT older gay mentor of mine told me, "When you're
topping, if your balls aren't aching from slamming into your bottom, you're
not fucking him hard enough."  I'd always remembered that, though
occasionally with some of the "passionate bottoms", which is basically code
for "pussy who doesn't like to be FUCKED like a man but prefers to be
gently entered and barely made love to" IMHO, you understand!  My fucking
nuts were SCREAMING by the point that thought flew through my spinning
head, it was joined with the thought that my balls were beginning to spark.

"FUCK I'm CLOSE, Tony!" I hissed through clenched teeth, using all my might
to keep going longer.  But that was not to be, because the moment I'd got
the words out, Tony started writhing and throwing his head side-to-side,
and his cock erupted in a long, thick rope of cum spurting up his furry
torso and splatting against his neck.  That was all it took for my balls to
explode.

It started in my balls, but a fireball blasted through me, causing me to
shout out, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" as I
felt my entire body pumping out my load through the almost nine inches I
had inside him.

"OH HELL FUCKING YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, STUD.  FILLLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
he yelled as my entire body blasted into him.

I was braced up, my elbows locked, my hands gripping the top of Tony's
headboard, his ankles on my shoulders and my head hanging down slack as we
both came down from the acme of our ecstasy.  Both of us were panting, and
both of us were soaked with sweat.  And of course Tony's impressive
cumropes decorated his sweat-soaked pelt over his beautiful abs, pecs neck
and even his chin.  It was a beautiful sight, and I guess I was grinning
because Tony was looking at my mouth and broke into a grin himself.

"Fucking awesome," I proclaimed.

"Awesome fuck," he countered and winked.

I bent my head forward, feeling bold, and was going to lick the cum off his
neck and cheek, but when I moved toward Tony, he closed his eyes, and I
knew he thought I was going to kiss him.  Kissing wasn't something I did
much, at least not on the lips!  But I was suddenly hungry for his lips,
and I went for it.  I bent my elbows and lowered my sweat-slick groin and
chest to his sweat-and-cum-soaked groin and chest, our heat and the feel of
our wet skin and his wet fur igniting my passion all over again.  I took
one quick swipe at this beautifully chiseled chin, capturing his cum there
and moaning my approval as I smacked my lips, and then, just when he'd
opened his eyes again thinking that was it, I pressed my lips against his
and went all in.

My arms snaked around under Tony's sweaty back, and his did the same to me
as my tongue slipped along the crease between his lips.  He opened
immediately and let me in, and I tasted him and shared the taste of his cum
with him as our kiss went to blazing immediately.  We were humping against
each other and sucking face as hard as we'd fucked before, both of us
holding each other in our strong arms, and I hoped he was enjoying the feel
of my muscled torso and back and shoulders as much as I was enjoying his,
though minus the extra zing his fur gave me!  I was pretty sure, by the way
he was hugging me tight enough to challenge breathing and groping at me
like I was him, that we were sharing the high.

I can't say I remember ever kissing a man for as long as we kissed.  And I
know I've never enjoyed it.  When people have described a kiss as electric
or as feeling skyrockets go off or any of the things I've heard like that,
I've figured it was all self-enhanced memory because they were really into
the other person. Well, I can now say that it felt electric and that I felt
like skyrockets were going off in my heart as I kissed him.

Maybe that's what finally caused me to be the one to pull away, which
caused Tony to emit a throaty pouty moan.  I was already saying, "Whoa!"
when he did, and hanging my head so our foreheads were together.

"Don't take this the wrong way, stud, but that was very nearly as good as
the fuck," he said breathily.

"Yeah," was all I could say because my head was a jumble of crap and it was
spiraling and swirling and basically way beyond what this was.

I eased myself off Tony, but I only rolled onto my side, and I pulled him
onto his side with me, facing me, which I really hadn't thought I was going
to do, but my arms had a different idea.  He was smiling.  And he was
gorgeous.  Movie star handsome, actually.

What's the post-fuck equivalent of beer goggles?  Was this it,
endorphin-enhanced eyesight?

"Let me take a crack at this, Todd," he offered quietly, and when I just
kept smiling at him he went on.  "First, I bet you're not the type who is
used to any connection with the guys you fuck," he supposed.  I guess my
inner dismay played out on my face, because he immediately added, "It's
okay, Todd, I'm not saying it's bad, just that's what's usual for you, like
it is with me."  I relaxed some at that.  "So we'll call that one a goal,"
he declared, with a little smirk.

"I've got your goal," I started.

"No, stud, I've got the goal," he said, lifting one of his beautiful, long,
muscular legs skyward, and we both laughed.  "What you've got," he started,
and then he reached around and obviously massaged his ass and winced, "Is,
well, it's a weapon of ass destruction, that's what THAT monster is!"  He
was grinning and wincing at the same time, which was cute.

"I prefer to think of it as a welCUM challenge," I retorted with an
exaggerated sniff of indignity, which dissolved into a laugh quicker than
I'd intended.

Tony's laugh was beautiful.  Most perfectly chiseled men's faces, when they
laugh, their faces contort and look less than perfect and anything but
chiseled.  But Tony was as devastatingly handsome when he was laughing, and
twice as endearing.

ENDEARING, DREESEN?  WHAT THE ---

"So to continue," Tony broke in on my self-reproach for the sentimentality
I was experiencing, "And, of lesser significance for the difficulty of
deduction on my part, I'm going to venture with a strong level of
confidence that you don't generally kiss and you never lay around and talk
to a trick after your nuts are empty.  How am I doing?" he asked with a
confident smirk.

Of course, he was crossing the goal line with every play.  Strangely I
didn't care much, mostly because he didn't seem to be critical or upset by
it, rather he seemed interested in me.  And I was suddenly very interested
in Tony being interested in me.

"In conclusion," he started again, surprising me, "I'll venture that either
A, you're so out of your element that you don't know whether to get the
fuck out of my house or grab me and hold onto me forever," and with that he
paused with his eyes dancing playfully.

"For the sake of completion, what's B?" I asked, matching my tone in
playfulness to his look at me.  It got me a grin, and I realized when I saw
it that if his face had fallen in disappointment I'd have felt terrible.

Another WHAT THE FUCK, DREESEN?! flashed through my mind, and Tony seemed
to know it because he held his grin and let me fully dismiss the thought as
irrelevant before he replied.

"B is you're not such a dumb jock after all, and you're still here because
you want at LEAST one more helping of what you've already had!"

"Is there a C?" I inquired dryly.

This seemed to throw him.  It wasn't disappointment, more like a moment of
confusion which then went to an intense interest as his gaze normalized.
"I don't know.  What's your C?" he asked, his gaze still intense.

I took a deep breath and then answered honestly, blurting out my words.  "C
would be both of the above."  I let the breath out after I'd blurted it
out.

That caught Tony a little off-guard, and he seemed momentarily to have no
earthly clue how to reply.  And then, suddenly, his grin returned.  "Well,"
he commented through his grin.

"Well?" I asked.

"Yeah, well.  As in when you think about it, it's not my first choice, but
it's not my last either."

My turn to look confused.

"Well, it's not entirely B, which I was thinking was the optimum.  But upon
reflection, A was half great in and of itself, because it had half that you
wanted to hold onto me forever.  So C makes it seventy-five percent great,
if you really think about it."

"Are you a math whiz, Tony?" I asked?


"FUCK NO!" he almost spat in response.  But I do know you jocks love your
stats!" he said with a devilish grin, which caused me to laugh.

When we both stopped laughing, he was gazing at me intently, just a hint of
a smile curving his beautiful, tasty, excellent-kissing lips upward at the
corners.  I found my hand, which I recognized visually but not by what it
was doing, reaching out and rubbing gently along the side of his face,
tracing his jawline and then lightly rubbing along his lips.  I liked the
feel of him and the feeling of touching him.

Tony had shyly closed his eyes as I touched him, and I didn't want to stop,
but I really didn't know what to do next.  Fortunately somewhere inside me
something sparked, and I leaned in and very gently kissed him again.  No
tongue, just our warm lips pressed together, and my hand on the side of his
face.  The electricity was even stronger than during the red-hot kiss
before.  And I surprised myself when I pulled back without pressing for
more.

"OK," he said, lazily opening his beautiful eyes.  "I'm at eighty-five
percent good and shooting north of ninety," he finished with a gorgeous
smile.

"I'm going to press for the two-pointer here and go for the pass, Tony," I
said, tracing his hairline with my fingers and enjoying the living fuck out
of it despite something somewhere inside me screaming WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT
HAVE YOU DONE WITH TODD DREESEN?!

"And I'm going to make another slam-dunk deduction here and say your
chances are almost certain that you'll make it," Tony's low voice responded
dreamily, his smile broadening to that grin I was getting hooked on.

"I want you to come to my house," I blurted.

Tony's eyes snapped wide, and his look was confusion.  I don't know what
he'd been expecting – well, maybe I did – but this obviously wasn't
enough.

"Wait, let me say this differently.  I have to get home to let my dog out.
I've been gone about as long as he's ever been left alone, and he's
probably whining and crossing his legs right now!"  That got my smile back!
"And I only live about twelve blocks from here – up on San Vicente, a
couple of blocks over, so we could be there, have Hamish taken care of and
happy again, and be in my bed in about fifteen minutes.  What do you say?"

Tony's eyes danced.  "Can we take a shower when we get there before the
next round?  I hate to admit it, but as much as I love the smell of
mansweat and sex, if I have to put clothes on over it, then I HAVE to
shower.  Something about the clothes over it, I don't know."  He was
talking fast, like he was embarrassed.  But inherent in there had been a
yes, and I was grinning from ear to ear.  "You think I'm weird, don't you?
I promise you can have me as stinky from sex and sweat, which I know are
two things you pro-ballers LOVE, for the rest of the weekend, if you want
as long as you keep me naked."

"Did you just offer to spend the entire weekend with me naked?" I asked,
grinning even bigger than before.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to presume or anything."

"Tony, if that's the way you presume, then PRESUME AWAY!" I yelled and
threw my arms up awkwardly pumped my fists in the air like I'd just run the
game-winning touchdown.

And Tony was up and throwing on his heaped gym clothes again with careless
abandon!  Guess I was looking forward to – at LEAST – an awesome
weekend!

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