Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2011 10:29:54 -0400
From: Damon Ellison Ellison <damon9888@hotmail.com>
Subject: Exploring Adam: The Sequel 1

Hi again, everyone. I just want to say thanks for the amazing feedback and
comments on "Exploring Adam." I'm delighted people enjoyed it, both for the
story and for the arousing parts, heh. And as promised, here is the sequel
... part one here is a little long, but the story--as with other
things--grew in the telling. As always, I love hearing from you all.
Please let me know what you think.

*****



The year that followed my magical three days with Adam was decidedly
odd. On one hand, I got really busy with school, spending insanely long
days in the lab. And when I wasn't in the lab, I was writing up my
results. The upshot was that, a little more than a year after the Adam
interlude, I defended my dissertation and emerged with a PhD in
biochemistry. But more on that later.

The year was odd in part because I was so busy, but also because it took me
some time to figure out how I felt about the whole experience with Adam. I
had no regrets, but I found myself wondering if I had crossed some unseen
threshold. I found myself checking out men--not unconsciously, as I would
with women, but deliberately, looking them over and searching for some
quiver of desire or want. I could appreciate a man's good looks, but never
did I experience what a lesbian friend of mine once called the oomph factor
... the instinctive, immediate thrill that courses through you when you see
someone you find attractive.

I kept at it, by which I mean I kept looking for men that had that oomph
... because it seemed weird to me that I should have been so caught up with
Adam, and suffer the continuing desire to suck cock, without there being a
more fundamental attraction to men. But for all I looked, it simply wasn't
there. Oh, sure--there were any number of men I looked at with the
knowledge that, under the right circumstances, I would happily have sex
with them. But never did I experience the near-whiplash I sometimes got
when a beautiful woman walked into the room. Even when the men were
genuinely hot ... I began to think of them in the same way I did those kind
of frosty, model-beautiful women, whose beauty I appreciated, but who never
stirred anything in me. Perhaps it was like that. I still can't say one way
or the other, and now just chalk it up to the capricious nature of sexual
desire.

The other odd thing about that year came in the form of the one woman I
hooked up with, my friend Petra, the aforementioned lesbian. Except that
she wasn't a lesbian, exactly. She was bi, as it turned out, but had been
in a serious relationship with a woman for as long as I'd known her. They
broke up not long before my encounter with Adam, and later that summer
after a few too many drinks I suddenly found her kissing me. Which, I must
say, shocked me to no end--and as she teased me later, was a good lesson
in not assuming what someone's sexual tendencies were based on who you see
them with. Petra was extremely attractive--petite, nice body, short hair,
and someone I'd always been attracted to ... but whom I never thought about
that way because, well, she was a lesbian. Except not entirely. She liked
men, on occasion. Or, as she put it:

"I would never want to be in a relationship with a man. I just like cock on
occasion."

"I know what you mean," I said, and must have said it a little too
emphatically, for she arched an eyebrow and spent the next hour teasing out
what I meant. Well, at that point it all came out ... I told her all about
Adam. And here's the thing: she totally got off on hearing about it.  She
loved to hear me describe in detail the sex we'd had. And, truth be told, I
got off on telling her about it, and recounting it all while we fucked
became our standard thing.

Like I said: an odd year. Petra's utter disinterest in a relationship
suited me perfectly, and when she started dating a new woman around the
time I was submitting my dissertation, we parted on amicable terms ... and
have, indeed, hooked up a few times since then. She still remains one of
the only people who know the full story about me and Adam.

At any rate, as I said before, I completed my doctorate in biochem, and
started looking for work. At first I assumed I would end up in either a
corporate lab, or else get an academic job. As it happened, neither was the
case. Many of you have flattered me in your emails about the quality of my
writing, which is at once a good ego boost but also serves to stoke my
vanity. I have always loved writing and reading, which as it turns out is
not all that common among lab rats. Pretty soon I discovered that I was a
hot commodity for pharmaceutical companies--someone who understood the
science, but also had a facility for language and communication. So while
the ink on my PhD was still wet, I got hired by a big drug company to act
as a liaison between research and corporate--someone, essentially, to act
as a translator between the scientists and the moneymen. It was nothing I'd
ever seen myself doing, but I loved it. And the pay was (and is)
unreal--well beyond anything I ever expected to make so soon out of
school.

My student loans were gone within a year, and I was actually able to buy a
condo. I moved to the city in which the company was based, a big urban
center in the east, and settled into what soon became a rather lavish
bachelor lifestyle. And what was even better? I had to travel all the
time. My company has offices all over North America, so I quickly got used
to business class and nice hotels. And suddenly my bi-curious tendencies
had a fabulous outlet. In the evenings, I would find my way into local
bi-curious chatrooms and see if there was anyone up for a brief
encounter. It didn't always work out well ... it was about one in three
trips that I met someone online I was willing to indulge with, and on more
than a few of those occasions the man in question pretty much lied
egregiously about his looks. I always asked for a picture, and you'd be
surprised how many people will send you an image of a hot, cut young guy
and turn out to be fiftysomething and shlubby.

Or maybe you wouldn't. I was still pretty naïve about all this. But more
than once I closed the door in the face of a paunchy, grubby older man in
disgust. My favourite was the guy who cried out, as the door clicked shut,
"But I once looked like that!"

It made me wary, to be certain, but I could not quite resist the siren-song
of cock in these anonymous cities and towns. And enough men turned out to
be sincere, and sincerely interested in a quick exchange of blowjobs that I
never turned away from the habit. Indeed, if anything, I occasionally
weirded some of them out by moving beyond simple sucking. One guy had a
massive cock--something like nine inches--and it was a little much for
me. But I really liked the feel of him in my hand, so to help him along I
pulled up his shirt as I jerked him and started licking his nipple.  For a
moment, I thought that was it right there ... he stopped me, a little
freaked out, saying "I thought we were just doing blowjobs?" I calmed him
down as best I could, and assured him that I wasn't about to attempt
anything further. He relaxed, and ended up having a bit of a revelation.
What I was doing to his nipples felt amazing! I shook my head after he
left, wondering how a decent-looking guy like him got to this point in his
life without having his nipples teased. But then, it always still amazes me
how clueless some people are about sex.

Some guys wanted me to cum in their mouths, and I always obliged, as I kept
myself well tested and knew I was clean. Often they wanted me to
reciprocate and swallow them, but I never did. Some guys got pissy; but
without an affidavit avowing a clean bill of health dated recently, I
wasn't about to take that chance.

The encounters were always quick and businesslike, and though they
obviously could not compare with Adam, they did satisfy a certain
impulse. The only time anything more elaborate happened was a time I was in
Seattle, and chatted online for a time with a guy who claimed to be 21. I
was skeptical, of course, but gave him the benefit of the doubt; his
picture showed a handsome, blond young man with a nice body, which made me
even more skeptical, but then there didn't seem to be any other likely
prospects online. So I rolled the dice and told him my hotel and room
number.

Turns out he was even better looking than his photo. He was a little shy,
and when I seemed a little shocked by his appearance, he asked nervously,
"Is everything OK?"

"Y-yes," I stammered. "It's just that I didn't expect you to actually be
this good looking."

He grinned. "Same here." Stepping through my door, he closed it behind him,
and kissed me.

You have to understand: this never happened.  And usually, I was just as
happy it didn't. Not to flatter myself, but in these encounters, I was
ALWAYS the better-looking one. Sometimes it was close, but normally the men
in question were older, a little paunchy, and often unpleasantly
hairy. Which, unless they were genuinely raunchy, I didn't care much about
... it was just about the cock. Usually, they were married. And they were
just as happy not to kiss me as I was not to kiss them.

Dan--which is the name he gave me--was really attractive. Hot, really,
with a nice slim body, a few inches shorter than me. When he kissed me, I
was momentarily transported back to my first kiss with Adam.  This was
clumsier, more awkward, but had elements of Adam's innocent sweetness.  I
immediately intuited something Dan would later confirm--he was gay, but
still struggling with his sexuality, and was tentatively sending out
feelers among bi-curious men to confirm things for himself. I was the first
hookup he'd had--out of five so far--where he'd found the other man
even remotely attractive.  So when he entered my room, he couldn't help
himself.

As soon as he kissed me I knew this wasn't going to be a simple BJ swap
... Dan was looking for more, and he was the first person in these
encounters I was willing to do more with. But, figuring we should start
with what we had arranged, I asked, a little breathlessly, "Do you want to
go first or second?"

He paused. "I don't know. Do you mean, do I want to suck you first or be
sucked first?"

"Whatever you prefer."

He paused for a moment. "I think I want to suck you first."

I nodded in agreement, and led him to the couch. "Do you want to take my
pants off," I asked, "or do you want me to do it?"

Again he paused, thinking. "Take off your pants," he said slowly. "Leave on
your underwear."

Again, I had a vivid flash to the first time I sucked Adam, when I slowly
pulled down his underwear. If I hadn't already been hard, that would have
done it. So I slipped off my pants and draped them over the back of a
chair. Dan stood there watching, and asked hesitantly, "Your shirt too? If
you want," he added hastily.

I smiled and unbuttoned my shirt and rested it on top of my pants. "Sitting
or standing?" I asked.

"Standing," he said at once. "At first." And he dropped to his knees in
front of me, running his hand slowly up the hard bulge in my boxer
briefs. After massaging my cock through my underwear for a few minutes, he
reached up and pulled them down. I could hear his breathing get ragged as
my cock was revealed, and he wrapped his hand around my shaft. I moaned,
closing my eyes briefly in pleasure.

"You have a nice one," he said in a hushed voice, and I felt his tongue
tentatively run up my shaft. He licked the head briefly, and then slowly
slid his mouth down over me.

He was inexperienced, but better than many of the men who had sucked me on
such occasions. Certainly, he was hungry for it.  After a few minutes of
him eagerly sucking me, I murmured, "I'm going to sit now. OK?" He nodded,
moaning affirmatively around my cock, and followed me on his knees as I
felt my way back to the couch. He never stopped sucking, as if unwilling to
break contact, something that aroused me even further. Sitting, I spread my
legs to let him crawl in closer, and he renewed the tempo of his hungry
sucking. He did not break up his routine, did not pause to stroke me or
lick the outside of my shaft ... he just sucked me with increasing fervor,
gagging every so often when he took my cock too deeply in his mouth, but
moaning as he went. It did not take long before I was getting close ... his
steady, single-minded attention was intoxicating, and I started to writhe
and moan in spite of myself. "Oh, yeah," I whispered encouragingly. "That's
good. Right there." He responded eagerly to my words with increased pace,
sucking me harder and faster, and soon I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Oh, fuck," I whimpered. "I'm cumming."

He had the presence of mind to take his mouth off my cock, and he gave it a
few good strokes as my legs stiffened and I cried out, "Oh, fuck." In spite
of my own ecstasy, I saw him watch the cum arc out of my cock and land on
my belly as if mesmerized. I lay panting for a few minutes as he lovingly
stroked my still-hard shaft. "I like your dick," he said shyly. "I like
sucking it."

"By which you mean, it's not too big?" I asked playfully, and laughed when
he blushed. I stood and walked to the bathroom to clean the cum off my
belly, thinking all the while that Adam would have licked it off with his
tongue. Returning to where Dan crouched uncertainly by the couch, I said,
"Your turn." I very deliberately did not dress again, but stayed
naked. "You want to take your pants off, or do you want me to do it?"

Without answering, he quickly removed his shirt, revealing a nicely muscled
torso, and undid his pants and slipped them down. I was pleased that he
kept his underwear on. "Standing or sitting?" I asked. Again without
speaking, he sat.

He looked both excited and terrified, and incredibly sexy. He was slim,
with a patch of almost translucent chest hair and a small trail from his
navel into his underwear. His legs were skinny, almost a little too much,
but the rest of him was beautiful enough to make up for that.  And most
important, he looked to have an impressive cock, already hard, pressing
against his underwear.

I took a chance and kissed him. He was hesitant for a moment, but then
responded, his hand going to the back of my head and his lips parting as I
slid my tongue into his mouth. I ran my hand down his chest and belly and
caressed the bulge in his underwear. I squeezed him, feeling with
satisfaction the precum leaking through the material, and lowered my head
to his chest. Slowly, teasingly, I ran my tongue over one nipple and then
the other.  He had lovely nipples--wide and dark, despite his coloring,
and they stood out like pencil erasers once I had them hard. He obviously
liked what I was doing, gasping and moaning, squirming on the couch and
pressing his hips up so that his hard cock pressed into the palm of my
hand. I paused, and breathed in his ear, "You like that?" He could not
speak, but nodded helplessly.

If I wasn't sure that he was up for more than mere swapped blowjobs before
then, that confirmed it for me. The guys who hooked up in the bi-curious
rooms online were too leery of anything more than businesslike fellatio
... I knew, I was like that too. But Dan was beautiful, and whatever he
wanted to do I was up for.

But first, what we had agreed on.

I kept up my assault on his nipples until it seemed he could not take any
more, and then slowly kissed and sucked down his flat belly. When I came to
the elastic band of his underwear, I paused, and gently kissed the bulge of
his cockhead. Then I slowly, slowly drew down his waistband until the head
was revealed. I kissed it again, rewarded with a moan from Dan, and swirled
my tongue around it. I've always been incredibly turned on when someone
sucks and licks my cock while it's still partially hidden by my pants or
underwear. I don't know why--the thrill of it being revealed only slowly,
the contrast of feeling the material against most of my cock while I feel a
mouth on the head and upper part of the shaft ... One way or another, it
was one of my favorite things in the world, and I could tell young Dan was
enjoying the sensation as well.

Perhaps a little too much. I was only about halfway down his cock when he
suddenly gasped, "Stop! Stop! Slow down! I'm close!" If it had been Adam
sitting there, I would have ruthlessly ignored his plea, but I decided that
in this case, courtesy was the better part of valor. I paused, running my
fingertips over the exposed shaft and up through his precum, caressing his
glans and making the head nice and slick. Even with his underwear still
mostly on, I could tell he was big ... longer than me by about an inch, and
thick ... about an inch and a half, widening toward the base.

He pushed my hand away and quickly slid his underwear off. I knelt there in
front of him for a moment, admiring the hard cock that sprang up before my
face ... He was big, all right, and I wondered if I was going to be able to
manage him with my mouth. I stroked him with my hand as he looked at me
through heavy-lidded eyes. Suddenly, he reached down and pulled me up for a
long, hard kiss, his tongue probing insistently in my mouth. When he broke
the kiss, I leaned into his ear and asked, "Can I suck you again?"

"Yes. Yes. Please," he whimpered.

I didn't need any more encouragement, and returned to running my tongue and
lips up and down his shaft while he squirmed and moaned. Finally, I took
him in my mouth. After a few long, slow sucks, I became curious to see if I
could deepthroat him. My mouth already felt stretched, but I took him as
deep as I could. When I felt his cockhead pressing against the back of my
mouth, I opened my throat as best I could. It took three tries, but I
finally felt him slide deeper, and was rewarded with his long, shuddering
gasp. I continued to suck him, fondling his heavy balls, and started to
feel the telltale signs that he was getting close. His breathing started
getting shallow and rapid, and his cock seemed to swell in my mouth. I was
momentarily tempted to let him cum in my mouth, but thought better of
it. When he finally gasped out that he was close, I took him out of my
mouth and started to jerk him hard and fast. I lifted myself up on him to
lick and nibble his nipple again. As soon as he felt my tongue on his
chest, he gave a strangled cry, and I felt his cock spurt in my hand.

I sat back on my heels, gently stroking his softening cock as he lay back
catching his breath, his eyes blissfully closed.  When he opened them and
looked at me, he said, "That was amazing."

I smiled. "Thanks. So were you."

"No, I mean it. I've ... only really done this a few times. It's never been
that good."

In spite of myself, I could feel myself blushing slightly. Normally at this
point, the other guy would be cleaning himself off and bustling awkwardly
out of the room, and I would be happy to see him go. But Dan didn't seem
inclined to move, and I was enjoying the feel of his cock in my hand too
much to get up. My gentle caresses had arrested its softening, and while it
was no longer at full salute (as it were), it was still plump and mostly
erect. It took a lot to resist leaning forward and nuzzling the head and
that patch of skin just below. I suspected Dan was up for more, but did not
want to scare him off.

Finally he sighed, resignedly, and said, "Well, I suppose I should get
going."

I did not reply at first, but gave his cock a gentle squeeze. "You don't
have to."

At that, he looked at me with surprise, and I smiled. His cock twitched in
my hand.

"You ... want me to stay?" he asked cautiously.

"If you want," I replied. "If you don't, that's cool. But I'm up for more
if you are."

He paused for a moment, and a moan escaped him as I squeezed his shaft
again. "Really?"

"Really."

He cocked his head and smiled crookedly. "Are you really just bi-curious?"

"I suppose I left the curious behind a while ago," I admitted. "I'm just
straight up bi now. So to speak."

He laughed. "Then why ..."

"Am I in the bi-curious chatrooms?" I finished.  When he nodded, I
continued, "When I'm traveling, I like brief encounters. And I'm usually
unwilling to do more that swap sucks. Bi-curious types fit that bill
nicely."

He didn't respond for a time, just closed his eyes again and looked as
though he was enjoying my caresses. Finally, he said, "But you'd like to do
more with me?"

"Very much," I said honestly, and I could hear the desire in my voice.

"Why?"

"Because you're quite beautiful," I replied, and he blushed. "And you
obviously would like to do more too."

"Really?" he asked, chagrined. "It's that obvious?"

"A little. If I had to guess, I'd say you're gay but are still just testing
the waters. Bi-curious men have their own advantages for you."

He laughed, his breath catching as I swirled my thumb over his
glans. "Oh. Fuck. That's good." He paused for a moment, and replied, "Yes,
that's pretty much right." He opened his eyes. "So ... what do we do now?"

"Whatever you want."

"Really? Anything?"

"Well ..." Unable to resist any longer, I leaned forward and slid my mouth
over his cock again, bobbing slowly up and down on him for a few minutes
while he moaned. "We'll see. This beautiful cock of yours is a little big
for me, so if you're wanting to fuck me, that might not happen." I took him
in my mouth again.

"Fuck," he moaned running his hands through my hair. "But will you fuck
me?"

In answer, I slid my index finger up his crack and slowly eased it into his
asshole. A deep shudder ran through him and I increased the tempo of my
sucking as I slid my finger in and out of his tight sphincter.

After a few minutes, he finally pulled me off his cock and held my face
between his hands. "OK," he said thickly. "I'll stay.  And I want you to
fuck me." He paused a moment, almost shyly. "But ... can we move to the
bed?"

"Of course," I said with a smile, and stood. I pulled him up and kissed him
deeply. He kissed me back hungrily, almost desperately. It was such an odd
feeling, to know that I was the experienced one here, the one to tutor Dan
in gay sex ... I almost wanted to tell him he should go find a bona fide
gay man, not some secret pretender like me.

Well. I say that, but of course I didn't really think it. It was more of an
ironic reflection after the fact. At the time, I was simply eager to get
Dan between the sheets.

It was really lovely. We made out for nearly half an hour before touching
each other's cocks again. We ground our hips together, to be certain, but
our hands were busy elsewhere. Dan seemed to want to touch every part of
me, and so I happily reciprocated, all the while kissing hungrily. The feel
of his cock pressing urgently against me made me almost delirious,
especially considering how big he was. Finally, after writhing against each
other for a half hour, I pushed him onto his back and started working down
his neck and chest with my mouth. I spent a long time on his nipples, and
then licked and kissed down his belly. I knew I should tease him, leave his
cock alone while working on his hips and thighs with my mouth, but really,
I just wanted that thing in my mouth again. If possible, it seemed even
bigger than before. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, teasing the
head, playing with his balls with my hand, and then, as I slid him into my
throat, again sticking my finger into his tight, hot hole.

I realized then what I missed most about Adam--besides, of course, Adam
himself. Though the occasional trysts with bicurious men satisfied a
simplistic desire for cock, I missed making a man helpless as I went down
on him. Which is, weirdly, utterly unlike making a woman helpless in the
same situation. I've done both ... it's entirely different.  Or perhaps
not. I think what is most intoxicating about making a man helpless with
pleasure is the empathy--I know precisely what he's feeling, and how to
make him feel that way. I have often envied women's orgasms--they seem so
much more profound and powerful than ours, and make ours seem almost
mechanically straightforward by comparison. Some men are hair triggers and
some take forever to get off, but the upshot always seems the same. And yet
there is something delicious about making a man dissolve into
moans. Perhaps it's a masculine thing ... we're not supposed to lose
ourselves, and so having a man at my mercy like that feels like real
power. I don't know, really. What I do know is that having Dan writhing
beneath me as I sucked him and fucked his ass with my finger made me the
most aroused I had been since my three-day trust with Adam.

After a time, I could feel his balls tighten and his cock swelling in my
mouth. I had very nearly decided to let him cum in my mouth then, when
suddenly he pulled me off, gasping.

"No," he said. "Not yet. Fuck me."

I was never a Boy Scout, but I always did come prepared, and so had condoms
and lube in my suitcase. What followed was charmingly shy: I retrieved the
KY and Trojan from my bag and returned to the bed to find Dan looking a
little lost and scared. The effect was to make me feel shy as well, and a
little nervous. "We don't have to, you know," I said.

"No, no ... I want to," he replied, not meeting my eyes. "I'm just ... I
don't know, I've wanted it for so long, it's a little scary."

"Perhaps you should wait and do it with someone who isn't an anonymous
stranger you met online."

He smiled at that. "No, I'm done waiting. I like you. You're different from
the others I've met up with. Just ... go slow, OK?"

"Of course." I looked down at myself. "I'll need a little encouragement,
though." My erection had wilted somewhat, and Dan smiled wickedly. "I can
help with that," he said, and crawled across the bed to where I stood, and,
taking my softening cock between his fingers, slid his mouth over me. He
sucked me slowly, pausing at the top of his strokes to twist his mouth
around the head. His hand rose to caress my balls.

It didn't take long for me to be fully hard again, but he wasn't in any
hurry. He swiveled his hips around to sit on the edge of the bed, his legs
on either side of me. He stroked my cock with his hand while swirling his
tongue over my scrotum, kissing my belly, the sensitive skin on my
hips. "OK," I said finally in a strangled voice, "keep that up and you're
going to make me cum again."

Without answering, Dan took the condom from my hand and tore it
open. Slowly and carefully, he unrolled it down my now-throbbing cock as
far as it would go. He took the lube from my hand and dribbled some on the
head, slicking it down the length of my shaft with a few strokes. Even
through the insulation of the condom, the feeling was exquisite, and a moan
escaped my lips. Standing, he kissed me, and handed back the lube. "By the
way," he murmured, "my name is really William." Then he turned and crawled
onto the bed, presenting his smooth, shapely ass to me.

I poured a little lube on my fingers and massaged his hole while he
moaned. "Oh, that's nice," he breathed. I inserted one finger, and then a
second, encouraged at the way he pressed back against my hand. Placing the
head of my cock against his hole, I asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"OK." Using my hand to guide myself, I slowly pressed the head of my cock
into him. Dan-who-was-actually-William hissed in pain, and I paused. "No,"
he said raggedly, "keep going." I obliged, but more slowly. Finally my
cockhead popped through his sphincter, and he let out a long breath. I
continued to ease myself inside him, little by little, until I was finally
up to my hilt. William was breathing shallowly. "You OK?" I whispered.

"Yes," he moaned in reply. I withdrew slightly, easing myself back, and
then back into him. His breaths became less pained as I slowly started to
fuck him in long strokes, and became instead more urgent.  "Oh," he said
after a moment, as if in pleasant surprise, and I knew he was feeling what
I did the first time Adam had fucked me--that moment when the initial
pain and discomfort starts to give way to pleasure, when your nerves come
alive to the feel of your partner's cock. It was a shame we were separated
by the barrier of latex, but it was still incredibly pleasurable for both
of us. William was very obviously a virgin, he was so tight ... I was
grateful I had to go slow, as that initial penetration had nearly made my
eyes roll back in my head in ecstasy.

"Oh," he said again. "Oh. Oh. Ah. Fuck. Yes."  Each utterance came as I
slid my cock home, not as arousing as Adam's profane importunings, but
still encouraging, and enough for me to start feeling my orgasm starting to
slowly build. I leaned down across his back, kissing the nape of his neck,
running my hand down his chest. "You like that?" I whispered throatily in
his ear, and he moaned.

"Oh. Yes," he whimpered back. "Oh yes. So.  Good."

I continued to nuzzle his neck while my hand slid lower, finding him hard
and leaking. He moaned louder as my hand circled his shaft and I started to
stroke him. If possible, his cock felt even bigger than before. "Oh, god,"
I murmured in his ear. "God, you feel so good. So tight." He moaned in
response, and I started stroking faster. "Your cock is so fucking big. I
want to feel it cum in my hand again."

"Oh fuck," he gasped. "Yes. Yes. That feels good. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ..." This
last moan came as I fucked him hard and held my cock deep inside him. I
could feel him swelling in my hand. I was getting close myself.

"O god," I gasped in his ear. "I'm getting close."

"Fuck yes," he whimpered. "I want you to cum.  Fuuuuuuuuuck!'

His cock twitched suddenly in my hand and he came, his semen trickling hot
and thick down over my fingers as he ground his ass back on my cock. That
was all I needed and I came into the condom, my cock pulsing as I did.

For a moment we stay frozen, and then he collapsed on his belly, trapping
my sticky hand, still clasping his cock, beneath him. I fell on top of him,
and my softening cock popped out. I don't know how long we lay like that
until he rolled me over onto my side so he could face me and kissed me
hard. "Holy shit," he said breathlessly. "I didn't know it would feel that
good."

I didn't reply, but kissed him back.

"I could FEEL you cum," he continued in wonder.  "I felt your dick get
bigger and spurt." He shook his head. "Wow."

"Well," I said with a small smile. "I hope your first time was worth it."

He grabbed my face when I said that and kissed me deeply. "So worth it," he
said, nodding.

"Good." I felt momentarily awkward, uncertain of what I wanted to do
next. William must have sensed it, as he said hesitantly, "Well ... I
suppose I should get going."

I paused for a moment. It was late, almost midnight, and I had an early
round of meetings the next day. I really should let him leave--this
encounter had now lasted well longer than my usual businesslike
trysts--but I didn't want to kick him out like that. And, I realized with
something like surprise, I wanted more. This was the first time in the five
years since Adam that I felt anything remotely close to the desire I'd felt
then. It wasn't the same--it could never be the same--but I knew I
wasn't ready for the evening to end then.

Fuck it. I could go to my meetings tired.

"Don't go on my account," I said. "If you need to go, or want to go, that's
fine. But I'm just as happy to draw this out longer."

He hesitated. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"OK. I, uh ... can't spend the whole night."

"That's fine."

"But ..." he dropped his eyes shyly. "I could stay a little longer."

"Good." I kissed him, and got out of bed. "I'm having a shower. Want to
join me?"

He didn't take any convincing. Under the cascade of hot water, we made out
slowly and languorously, soaping each other up, spending much more time
than was really necessary cleaning each other's cocks. When we finally
turned off the water and pulled back the curtain, we both sported raging
hardons. As we toweled each other off, William gave in first and dropped to
his knees on the bath mat. He sucked me back into his mouth with an audible
slurp and started bobbing up and down on my cock with eager abandon. I
stood there, naked and still damp, my hands twined in his wet hair. When I
saw that he was jerking himself off with his free hand, I pulled him to his
feet and dragged him out of the bathroom to the king-sized bed.

I lay down with his cock at my face and mine at his. Again I ran my hand
wonderingly over it, loving its size, and the way it thickened toward the
base. Already William was going to town on me again, and I started running
my tongue up and down his shaft, pausing at the top of my strokes to tease
the head. After a few minutes of licking him like a huge lollipop, I slid
my mouth down over his rubbery, velvety cock sucking him deeply. As William
increased the pace of his sucking, I slowed mine down, and was rewarded by
feeling his cock swell even larger.

I'm not sure how it happened, as we started out lying on our sides, but
soon I found myself on top of him, straddling his face with my legs,
staring straight down at his cock. I continued to suck him slowly. His own
sucking became ragged and erratic as I brought him closer. He paused
frequently to gasp and moan; I didn't care, taking huge pleasure as I was
in edging him gradually toward cumming again. I swallowed him whole,
feeling his cockhead slid past the top of my throat, burying my nose in his
scrotum.

"Fuck. Fuck, I'm close," he whimpered, and I took my mouth off him. With my
tongue teasing his cockhead, I started to stroke him hard and fast while he
gasped and writhed beneath me. Suddenly his legs stiffened and his cock
twitched in my hand. I jerked my mouth back just in time as he started to
cum--not spurts, not after cumming twice already, but dribbles that were
almost as lovely to watch as they oozed down the side of his cock over my
hand.

He lay gasping and I rolled off him, still playing with his softening cock,
rubbing his semen up and down the shaft. He turned his head and I felt him
tentatively tonguing my cock. His exhausted, languorous licking was oddly
arousing, and I lay there with my eyes closed enjoying the random flutters
of his tongue along my shaft. After a few minutes he paused and asked,
"Want to fuck me again?"

I answered by getting up and retrieving the lube and a new condom.
"Missionary this time?" he asked with an adorable blush.  "I want to see
your face."

I smiled and kissed him, and let him put the condom on again and slick it
up. He raised his legs for me, and I kissed him again as I pressed my
cockhead against his hole. He grimaced as I slid inside him, but the pain
did not last as long this time and soon I was fucking him with longer,
surer strokes than before and he was clutching my as in his hands, urging
me deeper, as he threw his head back, biting his lip in pleasure.

God, he was lovely. But I missed Adam's liking for dirty talk; perhaps
William could use a little tutoring. I slowed my tempo down a little, and
slid myself from his ass. He whimpered and tried to pull me back into him,
but when I didn't move and he opened his eyes I whispered, "You like that?"

"Yes. Yes. Why did you stop?"

"What do you want me to do?" I reached down and rubbed by cockhead up and
down his crack.

He moaned. "Oh. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

"Say it again."

"Fuck me."

"Again."

"FUCK ME."

At that I thrust into him hard and he cried out, wrapping his legs around
my hips as if afraid I might pull out again.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," he whimpered. "Oh god yes. Fuck me."

"You like that?"

"Yes. So much."

"What do you like?"

"Your cock in my ass. Your hard cock."

"You have a sweet ass," I whispered in his ear.  "So fucking tight."

He moaned. "It feels so good when you fuck it."

Now he was getting the hang of it. We continued in that vein, as I played a
more dominant role. Twice more I paused, both times because I felt myself
getting close, but made him beg for me to fuck him more.

"Oh fuck," I said thickly, "Fuck. I'm getting close."

"Yes. Yes. Cum. I want you to cum."

I let myself get right to the edge, slowing down, whispering, "I'm right
there. Right at the edge. Tell me when you want me to cum."

He chuckled throatily and moaned, letting my fuck him slowly, twisting my
hips, for a few minutes more. Finally his eyes fluttered open and he said,
his voice commanding despite being a mere whisper, "Cum in me. Now."

And that did it. I cried out, thrusting deep in him, feeling my cock pulse
and spurt into the condom. He chuckled again in satisfaction as my orgasm
turned the tables and I became the one helpless with pleasure. We lay
without moving for a time, just breathing heavily and occasionally laughing
in that breathless way you sometimes laugh after the exhaustion of ecstasy.

"First AND second time," he said happily. "How much longer are you here?"

"Only until tomorrow afternoon," I said regretfully. "My plane heads home
tomorrow evening"

"That's too bad. How often are you in Seattle?"

"A few times a year," I said, rolling off him.  I fumbled off the condom
and threw it onto the floor beside the bed, making a mental note not to
step on it in the morning.

"So ..." He traced his fingertips up my chest.  "Would you want to do this
again when you're next in town?"

In reply, I kissed him and dropped my hand to his half-soft cock. It gave a
little twitch when I touched it. "Absolutely. And maybe by then I'll have
the nerve to let you fuck me with this monster."

"I'd like that," he said, and kissed me back.

We made out for awhile, but both of us were too spent for anything more
serious. I woke up before dawn the next morning to find that William had
left some time in the night, but had left behind a little note on hotel
stationary with his phone number and email. I smiled. I would certainly be
calling him again the next time I was in town.

I was exhausted but energized throughout the next day's meetings, but had
nothing left when I got on the plane. Thank god for business class ... I
ordered a scotch and water and had taken all of two sips when I fell
asleep. The next thing I knew was the flight attendant shaking me gently
awake to let me know we were landing.

Because of the time difference, it was almost four in the morning when I
walked through the door of my condo. I saw the light flashing on my phone
indicating messages, and I almost ignored it until the next morning. But
then habit prevailed, and I picked up the phone.

The third message was from Adam. "Hey there!  It's Adam ... been a while
since we've talked and stuff, but ... well, my boyfriend Evan and I will be
in town next week, and I was wondering if we could crash with you? If not,
I understand ... but I want to see you one way or another, so call me back
and let me know."

I stood looking at the phone in my dark condo for a long time. "Well," I
said out loud to no one. "This could be interesting."

*****

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