I woke up this morning to sunlight streaming in my window and shining in my heart. A yawn and full stretch revealed happy pains and tenderness. Boy, I can certainly tell I got rode hard and put away wet last night.

I feel the weight of an arm gently cast across me, and the warmth of a body spooned to my back. Carefully, I turn over to face my lover, George. He looks so sweet in the morning light. Makes me want to lick him all over to remember how sweet his skin tasted. He stirs in response to my motions, and rolls over onto his back. A tent pole gradually builds under the warmth of the covers.

I am intimately familiar with that tent pole. I don't think there is a part of my body that was not ravaged by that red giant last night. I remember the feel of it sliding between my lips, the warm silkiness of the skin and the faint smell of a man entering my nostrils as his dick slid further into my mouth and into the tightness of my throat. I had been practicing for a week with a dildo and Good Head throat lube. I wanted to set a World record in swallowing him deeper than any other man has ever been swallowed. I wonder if Guiness would put that in their record book. For after all, last night was a special night long anticipated.

George and I had meet a couple of months ago at a Gay Pride Parade in a neighboring town. I wasn't usually so public about my sexual orientation, but some friends had chided me that I could not live my life in a closet. I'm glad I went. George was the type who would lead a group into a straight bar yelling "We're queer, we're here! Get use to it!" He had an in-charge aura to him, definitely a top. I was more of a follower, willing to take orders including "bend over". Unlike the story book romances, it wasn't love at first sight. I actually felt he was pushy and obnoxious. However, there was a sparkle to his deep blue eyes that showed a beautiful soul.

My friends pulled a fast one on me. After the Parade, they left for home without me. Here I was stuck, thirty miles from home. I didn't know a soul around there. As I said, I was kind of shy about my sexual orientation. George saw me running around in a panic trying to find my friends. He calmed me down. He commandeered a microphone and asked if anyone was going my way. I started to hyper-ventilate when there was no response. George calmed me down again, and assured me that I would get home safely.

After the crowd had disbursed, George said he would give me a ride home. I knew this was a big imposition as he lived where the parade was. He just asked if we could stop by his place. He needed a quick shower and change of clothes after being in that hot sun all day. I wasn't sure if this was a setup, but he seemed to be known and liked by everybody. I figured it would be safe.

When we got to his place, he went into his bedroom to disrobe and shower. I was left in the living room. It was a very nice place. Not prissy as I figured an openly gay guy would decorate. There were shelves of books along one wall that I looked through. He was into some serious reading. The books were worn, not neglected but the wear that comes with the love of reading. I was beginning to form a newer appreciation for my host.

I heard the shower water stop. George said something from the bathroom, but I couldn't make it out. I walked over to the door, and asked what he had said. He opened the door, startled that I was standing right up against it. He had a large towel wrapped around his waist. His skin had a bronze look overall, reminded me of Adonis of Greek lore.

He said "Want to grab a bite before we head back? I already prepared a chef salad for tonight. There's more than enough for two." His smile melted my resistance. I nodded, and he closed the door.

When he came out, I realized that I too had been in the sun all day. I feared that now that he had showered and changed, he would notice my smell. I asked if he minded if I grabbed a quick shower before dinner. He said go ahead, and even offered to throw my clothes in for a quick rinse and dry. He said it so calmly that I felt no apprehension at all.

When I came out of the shower, my clothes were just going into the dryer and the table was set. I opted to sit at the dinner table in just a towel. He served the best chef salad I ever had, fresh and crisp. He popped some bread into the oven to warm it. He apologized as all he had to offer for drink was flavored spring water. He wasn't a drinker, and didn't have any beer or wine. It was perfect.

Dinner conversation was friendly and intelligent. No bawdy stories of endless sexual conquests, or raunchy tales. I was beginning to really warm up to him. Sometimes, the body knows what you want before your mind. He snickered, and I asked what was so funny. He said, "I know I made a great salad, but I didn't know it was an exciting salad." As he said this, he nodded toward my lap. My independent boner was sticking straight out from under the towel. I blushed. He looked me in the eye and said "Don't be embarrassed, mine's doing the same thing." I looked at the tent in his crotch.

Feelings of lust swept over me. I fell to my knees in front of him, eye level with the object of my desire. I mouthed his hard cock through his pants. My senses detected a smell of man lust starting to rise from his crotch as I worked over it. Without a word, he rose. Just as he gripped his zipper, he paused. Looking into my eyes, he said "You know you don't have to do this. I've enjoyed your company, and I'll give you a ride home right now if you want. You have no obligations." This did nothing but further my desire for this man.

I reached up and pulled his zipper down. As I unfastened the belt, his pants fell to the floor. His underwear showed a spot of moisture where I had already coxed out some pre-cum. I pulled them down also as his dick jumped up to smack me in the cheek. He laughed as he said "It likes you." The feeling was mutual. He had 8" of manhood sticking out of his fine body. The head was bright red and almost three inches around. The shaft felt silky under my touch, and the skin rippled with pulsating veins charging up his erection. His ball sac hung low, but the orbs within it were sizeable. I ducked under his dick and playfully sucked first one then the other ball. His moans of approval encouraged me. I withdrew to the top of his cock. I closed my lips over the head, holding them just behind the bulb. I lathered up that head with spit and tongue until he was squirming. Only then did I slowly slid my lips down the shaft. When I reached the capacity limit of my mouth, I slowly pulled my tightly clamped lips back up his shaft as I rubbed my tongue along the underside of his dick. I paused again with just the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around its head. Then I slid my lips back down as far as I could go. I continued to repeat this with a tad faster pace each pass. Soon I was bobbing my head on his dick as fast as possible. His cock swelled in anticipation of climax.

Just then he pulled me up and kissed me. His tongue lovingly sought out the inner reaches of my mouth where his dick had so recently caressed. His strong arms encircled me in a hug. As I had stood up, the towel had disappeared. We were now pressed tightly together, hot flesh on hot flesh. My own dick was rock hard sticking between his legs to rub on his ball sac.

He pulled back and whispered "I want to be inside you." I responded " I want you inside of me."

He lead me into the bed room and gently pushed me back onto the bed. He rolled me over to my stomach. As he knealt behind me, he grabbed my ass cheeks in each hand and parted them. Next I felt his hot breath blow across my skin. It was like a fire storm heating my body. Then came the first gentle swipe of his sloppy wet tongue up the crack of my ass. He didn't touch the tender pucker, just swiped up. The next passage of his tongue started deeper in my crack, nearer the hole. He was intentionally driving me crazy. Nothing could compare when he finally made contact with my ass ring. I jumped as the swipe was followed by a small jab with the rolled tip of his tongue. He teased my rosebud to bloom for him.

He reached into the night stand. I felt a cooling moisture as he applied a generous glob of lube to my sphincter. He rubbed it around the outside as it began to grow warm. Soon his finger slipped through the ring to rub the lube inside. A warm numbness spread though my ass. A second finger easily slide in beside its brother. Now, I was the one squirming and leaking fluid. There would be tell tale pecker tracks on these sheets tonight.

As he lifted his weight and shifted his position, I arched my ass up to welcome the new invader coming its way. I heard the condom package rip open, and glanced back to see him rolling the rubber down his shaft. He lovingly advised "I know I'm safe, and feel you are to; but it will be easier to enjoy this, if neither of us has to wonder about catching anything." I nodded, impressed by his common sense in the heat of the moment.

He returned his weight upon me with his dick lined up against my ass ring. He pushed slowly and firmly forward. My tortured rosebud opened in welcome. He paused as my muscle closed around the back of the bulbous head, snapping tight to his shaft. Then he slowly sank his shaft inward inch by inch until I grunted in slight pain. Slowly he withdrew until just the head remained inside. He again pushed forward slowly, and withdrew. I realized he was fucking my ass the same way I had been sucking his dick. The timing quickened with each thrust, and the depth into my bowels increased until his balls slapped against my balls. He was fully in me, fucking me to ecstasy. Even when he was balls deep in me, I pushed back to capture as much of that cock as I could. I wanted to split my ass open so he could crawl right up into me. I have no idea how long this lasted. However, all good things must come to an end. The constant friction rubbing my prostate forced a gusher of cum out of my dick onto the bed. My ass contracted around his shaft, and milked it. In response, his cock swelled spewing cum into the tip of the rubber. He withdrew and collapsed beside me.

The ding of the dryer announced my clothes were ready. We laughed at its timeliness. We went into the bathroom and cleaned each other up. After getting dressed, he stopped me before we went out the door. "I don't know what to call it," he said " but I don't want this to be just a one night stand between us." I didn't know what to say, so I gave him a peck on the cheek and opened the door. We were strangely quiet on the road to my town, just barely speaking directions. When we got there, I reached for the door handle. He stopped me. "Would you please give me your number? I don't want to lose you." I quickly wrote down my number, and he offered his.

When I got inside, I practically kicked myself in the ass. He was the perfect companion, and I had just let him slip away. I laid down on my bed and cried in my confusion. About half an hour later, my self pity was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. My heart surged when his voice responded to my "Hello." He confessed "I couldn't just leave. I really want you in my life." We talked for awhile. I finally said "I should have never let you go home without saying something, but I'm happy you called me when you got home."

There was a pause on the other end. He sheepishly replied, "I never left the parking lot." I jumped out of bed, racing to the window. There he was standing beside his car. I ran to the front door, and opened it. He must have broke the Olympic record in leaping up the stairs and into my arms. I stood in the doorway, hugging and kissing him. We were still there when I realized the elderly couple I knew next door were walking by staring at us. I broke apart from him in momentary shock about a public display of gay affection. His hurt look stabbed into my heart. I took him back into my arms unafraid of being seen. I glanced at the elderly couple as they passed. They both smiled at us, and she even threw me a knowing kiss. Now I felt like screaming it from the rooftops, but I settled for drawing him into my apartment to continue our tale of love.

That was months ago. Yesterday, we got back our test results. George always the cautious one. We had made a vow to be exclusive. Now that we had a mutual clean bill of health, we celebrated. Last night our lovemaking had started as usual, I sucked his dick to rock firmness in a hot 69 while he fondled my ass. But then, for the first time, he fucked me bareback. I got to feel the heat of his cum flood my bowels as his naked dick spit its contents into me. Although we had cleaned up after, his cum had flowed so deep into me that there was additional leakage during the night. My ass hole was sticky with the draining remains of his passion. It intensified the itch growing back there. As I looked at his morning wood, I began to wonder how good a lubricant that cum leaking out of my ass would be. As I shifted my position atop his crotch, I vowed to find out. He sleepishly opened his eyes as I grabbed his dick and positioned it for entry to my ass. The twinkle in his eye and the smile across his face as I slid down that pole was a joy I'll always remember in the dark of the night and in the sunshine the morning after.

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