My tires squealed as I rounded the corner. I was anxious to see my friend, Dave. This was my first chance to see him since my divorce. Like many other bisexual men, I had tried to live out the socially accepted role of marriage and family. I don't know who I was trying to please, really. I worried a little bit about how my parents felt. I always worried about what others thought about me. I had made up my mind that it was time that I was true to myself.
I pulled into Dave's driveway. Dave was sitting on his deck close to the driveway. His relaxed body was stretched out on a lounge chair. As I exited and locked my car, he walked towards me and greeted me with a strong kiss. I pulled back and looked around us. His home was pretty secluded. No one had seen us.
"How are you doing?" Dave asked me as he playfully grabbed the back of my neck.
"I'm okay. Well, I'll be okay," I answered.
Dave smiled. His smile gave me reassurance. Dave was a man of few words, but his actions and facial expressions spoke volumes.
"Come on," Dave beckoned me to follow him as he started walking across his yard.
We walked into the woods behind his home. The chorus of birds continued uninterrupted by our presence. The arcing boughs of the trees shielded us from the heat of the summer day. As a gentle wind danced between the trees, I noticed that it was remarkably cooler in the woods.
I walked slightly behind Dave. I didn't mind. It gave me a chance to watch him walk. He always looked good in his faded blue jeans and t-shirts. He always seemed so relaxed and comfortable. Confidence emanated from his self-esteem that seemed rooted in self-acceptance and solid comfort with himself.
"So, you've finally decided to stop living a lie," Dave said bluntly.
I was taken aback by his abrupt personal judgment. I froze. He looked back towards me and must have sensed my unpleasant interpretation of his statement.
"I'm only concerned about you. You can only live a lie for so long before it eats you up inside. I'm not putting you down for trying it. I'm proud of you for taking control of your life," Dave explained.
I relaxed and smiled at his encouragement. Despite the fact that we had not seen each other for some time, I really did care what he thought about me. Having been the best friend of my older brother, Dave was a prominent figure in my childhood. He had been like a second older brother to me. I remember the many summer days when Dave and my brother taught me how to play basketball and how to swim. When I entered puberty, I began to have an attraction towards boys my age, but Dave had not been immune to my young lust.
As we proceeded deeper into the woods, I worried about my exposed shins. If I had known we were going to go traipsing through the woods, I would have worn jeans instead of shorts. Dave stomped down a few strands of thorny brush to make a safe path for me. Sticks cracked under our feet as we walked up the wooded hill. The shadow-laced, rocky path led to a clearing in the woods. Dave sat in the grass and motioned for me to join him.
I sat down next to him. Dave put his arm around me and pulled me closer. It had been a long time since I felt his strong arms around me. Dave and I had a special kind of relationship. After a sexual encounter, we may go months without talking to each other. Once we reconnect, it's as if we were never a part.
The scruffiness of his face would look unclean on anyone else. He always exuded some sort of animalistic quality. His square facial features, gray eyes, and strong jaw-line alone never failed to arouse something within me.
"You're going to be fine. Don't think of it as a failed marriage. Think of it as a new beginning full of opportunity," Dave instructed.
I nodded in agreement with his counsel. I ran my fingers along his arm and across the top of his hand.
"I know I'll be okay, at least I feel good about being with you," I responded.
"I've missed you," Dave said.
"I've really missed you too. Even during my marriage, I thought about being with you. I always thought that we should be together," I admitted.
He pulled me close and kissed me. He sucked in my bottom lip as he pulled away.
"Let's make that happen. There's nothing in the way of our love and affection now," Dave said.
He took off his t-shirt. I quickly did the same. We kissed and teasingly touched each other under the summer sun. My mind raced with anticipation. I could not believe that the distance I had created between Dave and me was finally going to be corrected. Kissing his muscular chest and stomach heightened my arousal.
He lightly bit my nipples as he grabbed my waistband and opened my shorts. My stomach tightened in anticipation. I had longed for his touch for many months. With surprising force, he shoved my shorts downward, freeing my hard cock. He began stroking my cock and gently massaging my balls with his other hand. We knew this was more than a mere sexual encounter. It was a new beginning for both of us.
I took off my shorts and kneeled in the grass, naked in front of my lover and the surrounding nature. He leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around my cock. His head bobbing as he sucked, I couldn't help thrusting in unison. I felt the drive so deep. I wanted to give myself to him.
I felt that familiar, warm tightness in my balls. The rush of warmth was so intense. I continued to thrust through the hot spurts of semen. The pleasure spread from my pleased cock throughout my stomach, butt, and thighs. He swallowed the first spurt of hot cum. Then he pulled back, allowing the other streams of my seed to land across his face.
Impulsively, I licked my own cum off his face. Kissing him, I allowed him to sample more of my cum. He finished undressing while I got on my hands and knees. He knelt in front of me first, allowing me to suck on him and coat his cock with saliva. I loved the feeling of his cock getting harder in my mouth. I was happy to suck him enthusiastically to show him how much I had missed that. After several minutes, he slid behind me and I felt the head of his cock push on my ass. He inserted the head of his cock and teasingly withdrew several times. I was aching for him.
He inserted gently again only to thrust into me. I gasped. The feeling of him inside me felt like validation that I was going to be fine. My tightness gripped his hard cock. The sensation was amazing. Some of the longer weeds were tickling my thighs and my cock as Dave's thrusts sent pulses of pleasure through me. I caressed my cock which was already hard again. Dave pushed his cock harder and deeper into me now. I felt his balls slap against my butt. I couldn't take any more. I increased my strokes until I was panting and nearing release.
Dave grabbed my hips roughly and rapidly forced himself deeper inside me. I felt electrified throughout my ass, cock, stomach, and even into my thighs. The surge of my hot cum exploded onto my chest and neck. With an excited moan, Dave gave himself to me. His cock throbbed and jerked inside me.
We collapsed as sweaty masses on the grassy carpet of the clearing in the woods. Dave wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. Showing no fear, a small wren hopped close to us. It was as if our naked bodies were as natural as any other sight in the woods that day.