Date: Wed, 08 Aug 2001 18:00:27 -0400
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: When-love-comes-4

This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual
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Authors Note: Thanks again to everyone who has written to say that they've
enjoyed the story.  There seems to be a lot of concern about whether or not
Matt and Gary will get back together.  I don't want to give away the plot,
but please keep reading!

                        *******

WHEN LOVE COMES - Part 4

     It appeared that the sleet storm was one of winter's last gasps.  The
next morning dawned bright, clear, and much warmer.  I did my jog and then
took a mug of coffee out onto the deck to enjoy the weather and the morning
paper.
     After reading the paper I showered but didn't shave.  I figured I'd
shave that afternoon before going to the health club to meet Ron.  As I
often did on the weekends, I didn't bother to put on any clothes after my
shower so I moved around the house cleaning and dusting in the nude.  I did
some laundry, including Ron's warm up suit.
     By early afternoon it was almost sixty degrees and the sun was warm.
I made a sandwich for lunch and went out and sat in the hot tub to eat.
The water and the sun put me in a very mellow mood.
     I'd just finished my sandwich when I heard the phone ring.  Normally I
carried a portable phone out on to the deck if I was going to spend any
time out there, but I'd forgotten it this time.  I debated about letting
the answering machine take the call but then decided to answer it so I
pulled myself out of the hot tub and dashed naked and wet into the house to
get the phone.

     It was Ron.  He asked what I was doing, and I told him that at that
moment I was naked and dripping all over the floor.

     He laughed and said, "Well, I wish I was there.  I'll bet that's a
sight!"

     We chatted for a while and then he said that he'd finished a house
drawing earlier than planned and wondered if we could meet at the health
club at three thirty instead of five like we'd planned.  "That way we can
work out, get cleaned up and have a drink before going out."

     I thought that sounded like a great idea, and so we agreed to meet at
three thirty.

                        *******

     I showered again and shaved before going in to town to meet Ron.  I
got out of my 4Runner just as he was pulling into the parking lot of the
health club.

     I walked over to his car, and just as he closed the door I asked,
"Where are your keys?"

     "Right here in my hand, Smart Ass," he laughed and punched me
playfully on the shoulder.  "If I lock those things in the car again
anytime soon, I'll need to keep them on a chain around my wrist."

                        *******

     We went through our respective workouts.  Our routines were different
so we were never at the same area or using the same piece of equipment at
the same time.  I found my self looking over where he was a number of
times.  A few times when I looked at him, he was looking over at me.  He
would nod his head a little and smile when our eyes made contact.
     When we'd finished our work outs I followed him over to his house.
  After parking my car, I grabbed my bag with his warm up suit and my
change of clothes and followed him into the kitchen.

     He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter near the phone and asked
me if I wanted a beer, a scotch, or some bourbon.  I usually stuck with
beer or wine, but the scotch sounded really good that day.

     "I'll take a scotch," I said.

     "Good man!  Scotch it is.  What do you want in it?"

     "Just some ice," was my reply.

     "Ah, a man after my own heart.  I like scotch, but can't stand scotch
and soda, and I don't like it too watered done at first.  The ice cubes
melt, and that's enough water."

     He pulled a bottle of really fine single malt out of the liquor
cabinet and poured two generous glasses for us.  We clinked our glasses
together and then sipped the scotch.  It slid down my throat and left a
warm feeling all the way to the pit of my stomach.

     He smiled and winked.  "I really needed that today!  And I really need
a shower!  Come on bring your drink upstairs with you.  There's nothing
like a good scotch and a shower to soothe the muscles."

     We went upstairs.  I put my bag on the bed and turned around.  He was
already stripping off his clothes.  In a moment he was standing buck naked
by the bathroom door.  I knew from the gym that he had a nice body, but it
looked even nicer in the raw.  His well formed pectorals were capped with
large dark nipples.  His chest hair almost ended just below the nipple line
and then continued as a thin line running down the middle of his six pack
abs and past his belly button.  The hair flared out to form almost a
diamond pattern of pubic hair around a respectable four inch cut cock.  The
hair was thicker on his legs and ass than on his chest, and his ass was
nicely rounded.

     "Come on in the shower.  There's plenty of room," he said as he
disappeared into the bathroom.

     I didn't need a second invitation to spend some quality time in the
same shower with this naked hunk, even if I didn't think it would lead
anywhere.  At least I could enjoy the view.
     We got into the shower area.  Ron adjusted the shower sprays and
showed me where to set my glass of scotch so that it didn't get either
water or soap in it.  Both of us took long gulps of the scotch before
ducking under the shower sprays.
     I stood under the shower head and got completely wet.  Then I picked
up a bar of soap and started slowly lathering up.  I usually shampoo my
hair first and rinse, but I skipped that step this time.  Everyone has
their own routine in the shower.  Mine was to start using the soap on my
arms first, move to my underarms, torso, pubic region, legs, and then my
back.  My face is normally the last thing lathered before rising off.  I'm
fairly fast in the shower, so I deliberately slowed down so I'd be able to
look at Ron's naked body for a longer time.
     He wasn't moving very fast in the shower either.  We talked a little
as we lathered ourselves.  He would soap up one part of his body and then
rinse before moving on to put soap on another part.  In between latherings,
he would take a sip from his scotch which meant that he turned away from
me, bent over and picked his glass up off the floor at the edge of the
shower area.  That gave me a wonderful view of his ass each time.  I
couldn't help looking, but the constant display of hairy rear end was
starting to affect my cock.

     I'd finished soaping my entire body except for my back.  Then I rinsed
off my hands and turned away from Ron to take another drink of my scotch.
I'd just put my glass back down and straightened up when I felt his hands
on my shoulders.

     "Let me get your back for you," he said almost in my ear.

     He began using his hands to spread the soap round on my back and
gently kneeding the muscles as he worked.  He started at my shoulders and
worked down my back to my waist and the top of my butt.  I was definitely
having a problem with my hardening cock.  Just then I looked out of the
shower area into the bathroom and noticed that we were positioned so that
Ron could see the entire front of my body and my growing erection in the
mirror above the sink.  Our eyes met in the mirror and he gave me a wink.

     He turned me around so I was facing him, looked down at my growing
cock, and said, "Me too."

     I glanced down and saw that his own member had significantly increased
in length and girth.  He pulled me into his body and kissed me.  I put my
arms around him and returned the kiss.  Our tongues played with each other
inside our mouths and our soapy hands roamed up and down each others
bodies.  Our cocks ground against each other, and we began a slow side to
side movement that stimulated our dicks even more.

     We broke the kiss, and he whispered, "Let's get rinsed off and into
bed."

     I agreed.  We both rinse off, turned off the showers, took another
swig from our drinks, and quickly dried off.  He led the way back into the
bedroom and we came together again in the middle of his king sized bed.
Our mouths and hands were everywhere on each others' bodies.  We kissed
again and ground our dicks against one another.  I moved my mouth down from
his chin to his throat and then on to each of his hair-covered nipples.
From there I continued down his body and engulfed his throbbing cock in my
mouth using my tongue to slid around the head while I cupped his heavy ball
sack with my left hand.  He began to moan.  I moved my hand from his balls
and ran the end of my thumb back from his balls toward his asshole.  When I
touched his hole, he gasped.

     "Fuck me!," he almost shouted.  "There's lube and rubbers in the
drawer!"

     I reached into the bedside table, found the rubbers and KY, and
proceeded to open a condom package using my teeth and right hand while
continuing to play with his asshole with the fingers of my left hand.
After the condom was securely in place on my dick, I took a large wad of KY
and began to work it into his hole with my finger.
     He began to writhe around on the bed as soon as my lubricated finger
entered him.

     "Oh yeah.  That's so good," he moaned.

     I added another finger into his asshole and began to massage his
prostate as I moved my fingers around inside him.  That sent him into
another plane of pleasure.

     "Now!  Put it in now!" he begged.

     I was happy to oblige and lined my hard dick up against his waiting
hole and began to slowly enter him.

     "Now!" he said as he reached around and grabbed my hips with both
hands and pulled me into him.

     That buried my dick completely in his ass.  I felt my pubic hair
against the skin of his perineum.  I looked down at him.  His eyes were
closed, his head thrown back, and his mouth open.

     "Oh yeah, oh yeah.  Fuck me!"

     I began to move slowly in and out of him making sure to move the head
of my dick over the rounded form of his prostate with each stroke.  He
grabbed his knees with his hands and spread his legs even farther apart.
He moaned with pleasure each time my dick moved over his prostate.
     I wrapped my right hand around his hard cock and began to move up and
down on the shaft in rhythm with the strokes of my dick moving in and out
of his ass.  His breathing became harder and his eyes rolled back in his
head.
  He began to arch his back, and I knew he was getting close so I increased
the speed of my own strokes.
     I came first sending about five volleys of cum into the condom.  I
felt his rectum tighten around my dick and then he came.  The first surge
of cum hit the spot in his chest right between his pecs.  The second landed
near his navel and the third on the skin just above his pubic hair.

     We both held absolutely motionless.  All we could do was breathe at
that point.  When I had recovered enough I began to pull out of him.  He
grabbed my hips again and drove my dick back into his ass.

     "Not yet.  Leave it in if you can."

     I complied, but my dick gradually softened and slowly slipped out of
him on its own.  I rolled over on my back, pulled the cum filled condom off
my dick, and tied a knot in the end.

     "Man, I needed that," he said.  "Thanks."

     "My pleasure.  We could do that again sometime, but not for a few
minutes," was my reply as I slipped out of the bed and went to retrieve our
drinks.

     The ice in the scotch had almost completely melted.  We clinked our
glasses together, smiled, and drank down the last of our drinks.

     We stayed in his bed for another half hour or so before deciding that
we were both hungry.  We quickly took another shower, dressed, and went out
to one of the Chinese restaurants in town.  I usually have a hard time
eating all the food at a Chinese place, but this time I cleared every bit
of my order.  We returned to Ron's house after dinner and had another
scotch.  We ended up back in his bed where I fucked him a second time
before falling asleep for the night.

                        ********

     The next morning we had breakfast at his house and then he followed me
out to my place.  It turned out that he was the one who had designed my
house for the previous owners.  He wandered around checking out the
construction.
  He asked me how much I'd paid, and I figured he was asking for a
professional reason and not to be nosy, so I told him.  He said he thought
I'd gotten a good deal.  He was interested in the hot tub on the deck so we
stripped and got in.
     We spent the rest of that day either in the hot tub, fucking in my
bed, or recovering from fucking.  I cooked some dinner for us and we went
back into the hot tub afterwards.  Both of us were spent from the
afternoon.  I don't think I could have gotten an erection at that point if
my life had depended on it.
     Around midnight I told him that I had class the next day, and that
he'd better be going back into town.  I knew that if he spent the night,
I'd never get up in time for class.

                        *******

     We got together again for dinner at my house the next night which was
Monday.  After dinner I fucked him twice before he went home.  We repeated
that scenario each night that week until his wife came back home the
following Sunday.

     Basically, what Ron wanted out of sex was to be fucked.  We became
fuck buddies with him being the bottom and me the top.  He never showed any
interest at all in fucking me so I was still a virgin as far as that aspect
of gay sex was concerned.  Most of the time he would call me at home or at
school when he knew he had enough free time.  Then he would come out to my
house and we would go at it like minks.

                        *******

     Sex was fun with Ron, and I didn't have to jack off nearly as much,
but there wasn't much emotional involvement.  Our get togethers lasted
through that spring and summer but gradually tapered off in the late fall.
After that, I'd run into him in town on occasion, and we would talk like
old friends, but he didn't call any more.  I assumed that he'd found
someone else with either a bigger dick or a better fucking technique than
me.


(To be continued)