Catch-Up Weekend

I probed inside him with my index finger until I found the firm mass of his prostate. I began to massage it, and Bob's sighs became soft groans. He raised his head, eyes closed, and opened his mouth. "Oh yeah," he breathed.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Mm hmm."

I thrust a second digit in, drawing a gasp. I began to finger-fuck him in a regular rhythm, twisting my hand, loosening him up. With my other hand I reached underneath and grabbed his hard cock, mixing his leaking precum with the oil coating my hand. By now Bob was writhing and moaning on the table.

"Oh Len, fuck me."

"Oh I will, don't you worry," I said, grinning at his enjoyment. "Got to get you ready first."

"More ready than I am now? C'mon," he pleaded.

"Oh, okay," I said, with mock annoyance, pulling out of him and greasing my erection with the oil in my hand that had been jacking his cock. When I was done I reached under the table and pulled out what I'd hidden underneath sometime ago, a thin brown leather shoelace. Bob had turned his head to watch me. I saw his eyes widen at the sight of what I held.

"You devil. You thought of everything."

I nodded. "Uh-huh. Hands behind your back."

He obeyed with alacrity. I bound his wrists together with the cord, not tying it too tight, just enough for him to feel it. Bob strained experimentally at his bonds. They held.

"Now we're ready." I climbed onto the massage table and lowered myself over his prone body, letting my cock drag up and down his ass crack. Bob moaned in anticipation.

"Yes, oh yes. Let me have it."

I chuckled. "So impatient. How bad do you want it? Bad enough to beg?"

"Yes. Please. Please fuck me, Len."

The thick desire in his voice was driving me into a frenzy of lust. I grabbed my cock and guided it to his tight hole. I pushed gently until I felt his ring just begin to give, then let my entire body fall onto his, so that I sank all the way in with one huge thrust. Bob let out a roar, half pain, half delight.

"Too rough?" I murmured in his ear. He shook his head and turned toward me, smiling. I kissed my bound and impaled captive for long moments, our tongues and lips clicking and squeaking as they came together and parted, again and again. His warm breath bathed my face. My nostrils were filled with the musk of his arousal.

I felt his ass muscles squeeze my cock. "C'mon, fuck me," Bob said.

"You got it." I began to thrust into him, at first slowly and gently so as not to push myself over the edge too soon. When I felt a little more under control I stepped up the pace and force of my thrusts. Soon my dick was sliding almost out of his ass on every upstroke, followed by a thud as my pubic bone slammed against his butt.

"Ugh. Yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me."

His arm and shoulder muscles bulged as he strained uselessly against the leather strip binding his hands. He tossed his head from side to side as he moaned, letting out a shout of delight when I reached under his chest and tweaked his nipples.

"C'mon, Len. I want your cum in me. Finish me off."

Truth to tell I was dangerously close to shooting my load. I slowed my thrusts and stopped for a minute, panting against his neck, resting my weight on his helpless body, still buried inside him.

"Why'd you stop?"

"This is just part one," I told him. "It's time for part two."

"What?" Bob said. "Hey!" he cried as I suddenly pulled out of him and got up off the table. I went to a chest of drawers that stood in the guest room we were in and pulled a dark blue bandanna from the top drawer. I took it back to the table, my glistening erection swinging in front. My prisoner looked on with rapt attention as I folded it into a triangle, then twisted it into a narrow strip. When it was ready I placed it over his eyes and tied it snugly around his head.

"Oh fuck," Bob breathed, then fell silent. I looked at him, blindfolded and bound on the massage table, at my mercy. My hard-on, which had shrunk at bit, swelled again to rock hardness at the sight. I tugged at one of his arms. "Come on. We're going for a walk."

Bob slid gingerly off the table and stood, a bit shaky. I knew he was nervous and wrapped my arms around him from behind. "Don't worry. I'll guide you. Trust me."

"Yes sir," he whispered.

"Door's in front of you." I gave him a gentle push and we were off, not before I picked up the jockstrap I'd peeled off of him. Bob took slow but steady steps, his cock jutting out stiff and straight. Keeping a firm grip on his arm, I guided him slowly down the stairs to the living room, then through the house to the back deck. I slid open a glass door and the cool evening air hit our faces.

"You're taking me outside?"

"Uh-huh. For the whole world to see." Actually there was a high adobe fence around my entire back yard that would keep us safe from prying eyes.

We walked slowly out onto the concrete deck. A gentle New Mexico evening breeze was blowing, cooling our overheated skins. Above shone a bright moon, lighting the peaks of the mountain range miles away, a spectacular sight.

I'd planned all of this earlier today. While he napped before dinner in my bed I'd slipped downstairs and made a few preparations. I'd taken the pads off two chaise longues and laid them on the picnic table standing nearby. Another leather shoelace and an extra bottle of lube sat on the deck near the door where I'd put them this afternoon.

Everything was ready. I took Bob's arm and guided him to the picnic table, dropping his jock by the lube.

"I'm going to untie you. When I do, climb up on this table and get on your back. Grab your ankles and get those legs up," I commanded him. He obeyed without a word. I stood a moment, enjoying the sight of him blindfolded and naked, his genitals and asshole exposed and vulnerable. Then I reached down and got the other leather shoelace to go with the one I'd already used on him. In another moment both his wrists and ankles were lashed together. He was mine for the taking.

A quick hit of lube on my shaft and I was ready. Bob's butt was not quite at the table's edge so I pulled him roughly toward me. "Get ready for the fuck of your life, buddy," I said to him, as I found his greasy hole with my cock. One hard shove and I was back inside him up to the hilt. He yelled with surprise, and I gave his butt a whack.

"Quiet," I told him, "Or I'll have to gag you."

Bob nodded, though I suspect he wouldn't have minded the gag. His cock lay stiff and straight on his belly. Truth to tell, I was almost as turned on as he must have been. The setting was perfect: the two of us naked outdoors, joined together, the moonlight reflecting off our bodies, the twinkling lights from our oblivious neighbors' houses nearby, and, in the distance, the majestic, snow-covered peaks of the Sandia mountains.

Holding his ankles I fucked him slowly for a long time, partly so as not to cum too quickly but also to drink in the sight of my cock porking his hole. My glistening shaft slowly emerged, held and kissed by the edges of Bob's swollen anal opening, until the ridge of my cock head was visible. Then, one thrust and everything disappeared inside, my pubic bone mashing against his balls, my entire length held in a tight grip by the unbelievable smooth warmth of his love canal.

Bob was mostly silent, except for an occasional soft gasp when I gave it to him unexpectedly hard. When I changed pace and swiveled my hips in a circle he laughed softly and said, "Oh yeah."

Every so often I leaned down to tickle his erect nipples with my tongue, or to tangle my lips and tongue with his in a languid kiss, our hot breath bathing each other's faces.

"I wish your cock could stay in my ass forever," Bob whispered to me, as our lips parted, reluctantly.

"Mm hmm. My cock loves your ass, baby," I said, giving a few staccato thrusts with my hips for emphasis.

"Oh yeah. You going to shoot your load inside me, Len?"

"If you beg hard enough for it, maybe," I said, smiling.

"Oh Len. Please make me take your load. Please fill me up with that hot cum. Breed my hungry hole. Please."

His dirty talk dissolved my self-control. "You asked for it, fucker," I said, beginning to pound into him as hard as I could. We grunted in unison as I rushed toward completion. I'd held back so long it took less than a minute for all the pent-up bodily fluids in my testicles and prostate to come gushing up through my urethra. I felt my cock swell inside him and the first jet of cum explode out of me. I threw my head back, eyes upturned to the sky, able to muffle my shouts of ecstasy only by clamping my jaws together. They emerged as hoarse, strangled groans, synchronized with each massive spurt of juice that flooded his ravaged insides. From somewhere far away I heard Bob's voice urging me on.

Finally I began to come down from the orgasm. My body sagged, my head dropped as I drew great lungfuls of cool New Mexico air. My pelvis gave a few more mechanical thrusts, slowed and stopped.

But we weren't finished, not by a long shot. I pulled out of Bob's body and dropped to one knee on the deck, my face directly in front of his tender hole. The swollen, freshly fucked opening below his balls glistened with lube and cum in the moonlight. I gave it a few flicks with my tongue. Bob cried out-I knew he must be unbearably sensitive in the aftermath.

"Push out," I said. I saw his asshole twitch and swell in response, then a stream of the cum I had just deposited inside him emerge and trickle down his butt. I caught it in my hand, stood and brought it up to his mouth.

"Eat it."

Bob eagerly complied, nursing and suckling the sperm that had been up his ass off my fingers that I thrust into his mouth. I made him take one more mouthful of my load out of his ass, then picked up his jockstrap that I'd brought downstairs. The next trickle of cum from his hole went into its pouch, which I stuffed into his mouth.

"Suck on that while I finish you off," I told him. For the coup de grace I knew he'd have to be muffled.

I took his balls with one hand and pulled down while I began to jack his cock hard and fast with the other. Bob began to thrash around on the table, his muffled groans and moans rapidly increasing in volume. In a few moments I heard him shout, "Mmh cummmph!"

"Do it, guy," I said, standing up. I let go of his cock and inhaled it down to the root. I only had to slide up and down on it a few times with my mouth before I heard Bob let loose an all-out scream into his makeshift gag. Then the first spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat. It caught me by surprise and I swallowed it, but let the rest fill my mouth as he shot again and again, his obscene rantings fortunately unintelligible to our neighbors.

I climbed onto the picnic table, sidling between his lashed-together limbs until my face was over his. I pulled the jockstrap out of Bob's mouth, and the blindfold off his face. As our eyes met and locked Bob's mouth opened. I let his load that I'd been carrying in my mouth drop onto his tongue, then grabbed his head and pushed the clot of sperm in with my lips. For the next few moments there was no sound except the clicks and squeaks of our clashing mouths glued together by his seed, punctuated by our ecstatic whimpers.

Finally we broke apart. Bob's breath was still coming in short gasps, and he could barely talk. "Oh God. Oh fuck," he kept saying.

I reached up and quickly untied his limbs. In a flash his legs and arms were around me. Our mouths met again, our tongues seeking out the rest of his cum. When we had shared and swallowed what remained he hugged me so tightly to him I had to fight for air.

"You're amazing," Bob whispered in my ear.

My heart caught in my throat. "You're the amazing one," I said. "Are you cold?"

The night breeze had picked up and was chilly against my back and butt. He shook his head and smiled. "Not as long as you're with me. Stay with me. Forever."

I couldn't let this go any further. "Let's get you warmed up," I said, extricating myself from his grip. I got up off the table, pulling him up with me. I knew he'd be stiff and sore after our long session if I didn't get him into a hot shower.

We took a long one, soaping and rinsing each other off slowly and tenderly now that the fire of our mutual lust had been extinguished for the time being. Bob didn't say much. Every so often he would catch my eye with a gaze so open, so vulnerable that a lump rose in my throat.

We dried our bodies and our hair, then got under the covers of my bed, holding each other.

"I wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow," Bob said.

I ruffled his hair, just as I had when he had arrived this morning. "I know. We should go to sleep."

His arms tightened around me. "Len, you're my lifeline. You know that, don't you?"

I stayed silent.

"I know this might be the last time for us."

I stared at him, surprised. His gaze was clear and direct.

"There's someone else, isn't there?"

I hesitated, then nodded. "Not exactly. We've only been together once. But-"

"But?"

I had to go on. "We met online. Talked for months, back and forth. Then I went out to California to visit for a weekend last month, and-"

"You really hit it off."

The words stuck in my throat. "We're talking about his moving out here. It's not a sure thing, yet."

He lay silent on his back, gazing at the ceiling. "I could tell. Always before when we were together I could tell you were holding something back. Today was different. You were so open, so free. Giving me everything you had left to give.

"It was a going-away present, wasn't it?"

Suddenly tears filled my eyes. "I'm sorry, Bob."

Bob shook his head, dry-eyed. "Why should you be? You deserve someone steady, who'll be there for you. Not someone like me."

He reached out and hugged me to his chest. "You've helped me more than you know. I won't forget that." He smiled. "We really ought to get to sleep. I do believe this is the first time I actually get to sleep with you, Leonard."

I swallowed hard and smiled back. "I snore, you know."

He grinned. "So does my wife."

We turned out the lights. Within a minute Bob was asleep. I on the other hand lay awake for a long time, gazing at his moonlit profile and listening to his deep, even breathing.

I must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next thing I felt was his lips on mine. I opened my eyes. The dim light of early morning was filtering into the bedroom.

"Good morning," Bob said.

I yawned and stretched. "Nice way to wake up. What time is it?"

"Six."

"Ugh. Too early. Want some breakfast?"

"Nope." I felt his hand grasp my cock, which was semi-hard. "Just this."

I chuckled. "Don't you ever get enough?"

"Not when it's you." He kissed me again, harder, and I gave in. We made out for a while, then I worked my way under the covers and down his body, paying lots of attention to his nipples, before finding his cock. Bob sighed with pleasure and grabbed my head as I sucked him, using lots of spit.

I had an idea. Going-away present, he'd said.

I let go of his dick and spit into my hand, bringing it down and behind me. I threw the covers back and straddled his body. Bob's eyes widened.

"What are you doing?"

His erect penis was nudging my spit-slickened hole. Before I could change my mind I thrust my hips downward, letting out a yell of pain as his rod broke through and surged into me.

"Jesus, Len!"

I didn't stop until I was pressed against his pubic bone and his entire length was inside me. I'd always been a top by inclination. Despite the fact that Bob was the bigger of the two of us, I'd never let him fuck me. Now he had everything I had to give him.

I squatted on his erection, feeling like I'd stabbed myself with a flaming sword, drawing great gasps of air and willing the pain to go away.

Seeing Bob's ear-to-ear grin made it all worth it.

"You devil," he said, not for the first time that weekend.

"So," I said, "You always wanted my ass. Now you've got it. What are you going to do with it?"

In reply he thrust upward, drawing a grunt from me. The pain was going away and pleasure was taking its place. I pushed my butt down and gasped as his cock found new places inside me.

"Yeah, fuck me."

I rode him on top for a little while before Bob sat up. "Oh Len," was all he said as he put his mouth on mine. We kissed with lips bruised and tender from the day before, our mouths, his cock and my asshole completing a magic circle.

Then he pushed me onto my back and began to drive into me hard and long, paying me back for all the times I'd given it to him. I egged him on with whispered dirty talk, smiling into his eyes as I challenged him to give it all to me, fuck me harder. Soon the air began to hiss through Bob's gritted teeth. His eyes closed and his face twisted in a snarl of lust.

"Oh God I'm cumming!"

"Fill me up, man!" I commanded as my hand became a blur on my purple, engorged organ and it began to pulsate, discharging a few drops of semen onto my stomach. We shouted and gasped in unison, until Bob's head collapsed onto my chest.

"I think I'm drained," he said.

"I know I am," I replied.

He raised his head and smiled. "You sure know how to give a guy a send-off."

I shrugged. "I thought about what you said last night. You were wrong--I hadn't given you everything. Now I have."

His face filled with such tenderness I could hardly breathe. "I love you, Leonard."

We clasped each other, his softening cock still inside me, as tightly joined together as two men could be.

"You don't have to say anything," Bob whispered. "You already have."

Half an hour later I watched him get into his car with his bag. He waved as he backed his car out of my driveway. I waved back, smiling, my heart like a lump of lead in my chest. Would I see him again? Was I really going to turn my back forever on my Texas lover, and start fresh with my California man?

For the moment I had no answer. I stood until his car disappeared from view, then turned to face a long, lonely Sunday.

END