Men Seeking Men

I was afraid I had done something to displease him. I looked up apprehensively from my work on his testicles and I saw him smile. "You have to keep it wet, silly." He scooped a gob of saliva from his mouth with his fingers and ladled it onto his penis. "Now" he said. "Nice and slippery."

It was. I made a mental note. I stroked him with more urgency. My erection waved between my knees. When it brushed the bed it gave me an electric shock. He gripped my shoulders, trying to bring me up on the bed next to him but I shook my head against his genitals. I wanted him to come first and I knew that I would climax with embarrassing speed.

He relented and stroked my shoulders instead. I felt him stroke my hair and I could hear him moan in delight and feel him tense, coming near, and then he shuddered and my fingers and hand were coated with his ejaculation and spurts of ropy white jetted over his belly.

I slowed my rhythm as he softened, continuing to nuzzle his testicles, taking them both softly into my mouth. Then I traced my forefinger through his jism. Then I caressed his belly with my palm, rubbing it in. I kissed his balls in farewell and rose to my feet.

"I need to be going" I said. "I don't want to be late for work." I needed to think about what I had just done, and the electricity that was sparking though my brain.

I glanced at the clock, trying to correct it's erroneous message to the actual time. It was disorienting. I felt giddy, still aroused. My erection arced up and away from my body. I could taste the essence of him on my lips.

"Not so fast. Come here." He smiled and gripped my hand and pulled me to the bed. I lay down as he scrunched up beside me. I tensed, uncertain what he wanted. He surprised me by rolling on top of me. I spread my legs to accept him in the Missionary position, wrapping my legs around his powerful midsection.

I think I giggled, thinking that no real traveling preacher would countenance such an embrace between two men. Our groins came together, him soft now and me still hard as a timber. He kissed me with urgency and I opened my mouth to welcome him as far as he desired to go. He pressed his tongue deep into my mouth. His weight was all on me and he pinned me to the mattress, leaving me helpless and delighted. I hugged him hard against me. I began to move my hips in the primeval way, and my cock slid through the sticky residue of his cum, imprisoned between our bellies. I felt myself rising and bucked frantically against him until I too erupted, flooding the skin between us with warm semen. I clutched him in the afterglow of my climax.

"My God" I whispered.

"Yes indeed," he whispered back in my ear. "Yes, indeed."

After a time, he pried himself from my embrace and rose. I dragged an index finger through the slime on my belly, and pensively lifted it to my lips and licked it clean in wonder, savoring the taste of our lust on my tongue. I thought that it would have been nice to have had him deposit his gift direct to my mouth, damn the risk. My softening cock twitched at the thought.

Rick walked out of the bedroom and opened a closet next to the bathroom door. He pulled out a towel and tossed it to me on the bed. I was paralyzed in the glow of what we had done, and the intensity of my climax and could not move. "Blue for boys" he said with a grin. I think I blushed.

I don't recall much about dressing. When suitably attired once more, we descended the stairs that had only an hour before seemed so ominous. His hand rested comfortably on the small of my back, an intimacy that was small but profound on this new morning. When we were once more in the foyer I kissed him chastely on the cheek. "Can I see you tomorrow morning?" I asked.

"Tomorrow isn't good. Wednesday?"

"Same time?"

"That would be fine."

Walking down the brick walk to the sidewalk and around the corner to the car to continue on to work, I thought that I would have the taste of semen on my tongue in the morning meeting. God, this had not what I had expected but it was absolutely compelling, and it left me giddy- and I would be able to do it again, and soon.

I had crossed some sort of Rubicon, and the house on Ridge Road became a regular stopping place for the next five years. In that time, Rick opened up a whole new world of pleasure for us both that took me places I could only have imagined.

Two days later, he ejaculated in my mouth, as I had craved. Sitting on the side of the bed, looking at the sun rising, I felt him put his arms around me, and rest his head on my shoulder. He straddled my back, and I felt the mass of his sex against me, asking a primeval question.

I wondered what it was going to feel like when he was thrusting it in me.

I did not have long to wait to find out.

Even as the years have rolled by, and the men have come and gone, I will never forget Rick, and I will always be grateful for that first time- and the many later ones- when he placed his hardness in my mouth, and used me as he would.