The Gift Pt. 02

The Gift Pt. 2

By YodaandLumiere

I reread Luke's note for the thousandth time.

Taylor --

Tonight was incredible. You are a very special young man. Best of luck at school in the fall.

Luke

P.S. I've enclosed my card. It has my cell and private office number on the back. I'll be in Chicago, alone, in two weeks for a visit with my sister and her family. I want to see you again. I need to be with you again. I hope to hear from you.

Every moment of every day since that Thursday night, I've thought about being inside of Luke again. Then I'd think about the thousand dollars he'd given me and the shame would rear its ugly head. It had been eleven days and I still felt completely mixed up about what we'd done. What I had done.

Now I was running out of time. If I really wanted to see Luke, I needed to decide in the next twenty four hours, or it would probably be too late. I wanted to fuck him but I feared facing him. I wanted to just be near him, to smell him and taste him but that wasn't a good idea at all.

It was late afternoon and I was home alone. I'd already swam all my laps and taken a shower. I wanted to work tonight, but I was so fucking distracted. I need to make a decision and then just stick to it, whatever it was. I pulled up the text app on my phone and stared at the blank screen and the blinking cursor.

"Hey Luke. It's Taylor." I hit send. I was going to reach out and see what he said, I had finally decided. I hoped he'd be happy to hear from me. I wanted his heart to race like mine did.

I was an eighteen year old kid and he was a 44 year old married man, with real life responsibilities. He just wanted a fuck. He loved riding my massive dick and that was all he was after. Right?

Five minutes passed and finally my phone buzzed with a text alert. I nearly had a heart attack. I opened the app and read the text.

"I'm so glad to hear from you Taylor. I've been thinking about you." Luke replied.

Fuck! My whole body felt like jello at his reply. What should I say back? Before I could decide, my phone buzzed again.

"I'm with a client, but I'll be alone in my office in twenty minutes. I'll text you then."

The thought of that beautiful, sexy man, thinking about me, while working out one of his clients, made me hard. I stroked myself while I imagined him sweaty and distracted.

"Send me a picture." I texted him. Then I took a picture of my hand down my pants, fisting my hard-on in my thin shorts. I sent the picture.

That escalated quickly, I thought and laughed to myself. My heart was thumping as if I'd run two miles and my brain felt fuzzy. My body buzzed and I felt euphoric. I couldn't stop smiling. He had been happy to hear from me and now I was floating.

A few minutes passed and then the phone buzzed again. "Damn, baby." He replied to my picture. I should have let him focus on his client, but I couldn't help myself. I shouldn't reply. I should wait for him to text me in twenty minutes.

Buzz. I looked at the phone again. Luke had sent a picture. He was wearing shorts and shoes and nothing else. He was standing in front of a mirrored wall in the gym he owned. In the reflection behind him, I could see his tight ass in his shorts and his female client sitting cross legged and drinking from a water bottle.

He looked so hot. I hadn't seen him in eleven days and his gorgeous face made my whole body throb and ache. He was even more beautiful than I remembered. And now I had a picture of him on my phone! I knew I'd be jerking off to it, often, going forward.

Luke stood an inch over six feet. He had dark brown hair and sparkly dark eyes. He wore the perfect dark scruff on his sharp, defined jawline. He looked like he had Mediterranean or maybe middle eastern in his family tree. His dark lashes were lush and they framed his eyes perfectly. He looked like he was wearing eyeliner even though he wasn't.

He was so buff and with his naturally tan skin, he looked like a literal god amongst men. He had a sprinkling of dark hair running down his lower abs, disappearing into his shorts. His thighs were flexed and they looked huge and smooth. I imagined him sitting in my lap again. I was so fucking hard.

Time dragged by until my phone finally alerted me to a new text. I fumbled the phone in my nervous hands as I tried to open it.

"Send me a picture of that huge cock. This time without your shorts." I read his words and I flushed from head to toe. I pulled my shorts down and fisted my massive erection while I took a few shots. I cropped the best one and sent it off.

"I need you inside me Taylor." Came his reply.

"I need that too." I knew it was the truth.

"I'll be in Chicago on Friday. I'll be in my hotel room by nine. Meet me there."

"Same hotel as last time?" I felt much more mature than normal as I sent it. I was setting up a hook-up, like it was something I did all the time. This was crazy.

"No, I'm staying closer to my sister." He sent me all his hotel info. He told me he'd leave a key card for me at the desk. I could get there whenever and let myself in. I agreed.

He explained that he couldn't text over the next few days, it was too risky. Andy was already acting weird about him coming to Chicago alone, so soon after our first encounter, even though he hadn't said those words exactly.

He had assured Andy he was visiting his sister, as planned. This was his nieces' birthday party weekend. It had always been the weekend after the 4^th of July, for the past six years. Nothing was different this year. He promised Andy all that while telling me how badly he wanted me to fuck him.

I felt guilty and excited and nervous and horny all the time over the next two days. I swam tons of extra laps trying to exhaust my brain and body for a while.

On Friday morning I told my parents that I was crashing with my friends for the night. I promised to text them in the morning. I paced around the house. I changed my clothes several times. I finally decided on a pair of green shorts and a grey t-shirt. The shorts showed off my package and the shirt clung to my smooth swimmers muscles.

At six o'clock I left my house and made my way to the bus stop. I transferred to the train and then walked the rest of the way to the hotel that Luke was staying at. It was just before seven when I walked up to the front desk and gave them my name and Luke's. They passed an envelope over to me, politely. Inside was his key card and a Post-It with the room number. 308.

This was a long, sprawling hotel, different from the highrise hotel I'd met him in before. It was only three stories tall and far less fancy, while still being very nice. Luke clearly wasn't one to stay in average hotels.

I found 308 and I knocked. He probably wasn't here yet, but I was going to knock first anyway. There was no answer, so I finally let myself in. Luke's bag was sitting on the dresser and a pair of his shoes were in the hall by the door.

I sat in one of the chairs by the television and scrolled through my phone nervously, not really looking at anything. I eventually turned on the TV and found a music channel and I tried to relax. It was 7:30.

I heard the sound of the door being unlocked and I stood up in a shot, rigid and nervous as fuck. I forced myself to breath and relax my shoulders as the door swung inward. He stepped inside and he saw me. His smile was immense and immediate.

The door closed behind him as he strode over to me. He hugged me tightly and I hugged him back. He smelled like heaven and his big strong arms made my body react in all sorts of ways. I melted into him.

He finally pulled away and looked into my eyes. He looked at me in a way I had only dreamed about. He looked tender and caring and lustful all at the same time. It was intoxicating. I leaned into him, hoping he'd kiss me. And he did kiss me. Hard and deep.

His lips met mine with unbridled passion and his arms tightened around me again. I felt his whole body pressed against mine as our tongues danced together. I heard him groan as he pressed even closer to me.

"Fuck, Taylor, I missed you. I couldn't stop thinking about you." He said it near my ear as he held me. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his ass and pulled his hips tighter to mine.

"I missed you, Luke. You smell so good." I mumbled my thoughts into his neck. I felt him chuckle before he finally released me and stepped back. His smile was so incredible, my brain nearly shorted out.

"Are you hungry, Taylor?" Luke asked as he walked to the dresser to empty his pockets of his phone, wallet and keys.

"Not really, I ate before I left home. I thought you were at your sister's for dinner." I said, sounding less nervous than I felt.

"I was. We had a barbeque. But I wasn't going to just assume you had eaten. I want to make sure you have everything you want." His words turned hot and his eyes looked dilated with his need. He wasn't talking about food anymore.

I guess this was it. We were going to just get right down to the fucking. What did I expect? We're not dating. He's married, for fucks sake. He just wants my big dick. Keep it together Taylor, seriously.

"You know what I want." I said back to him once I was able to swallow my nerves. I sounded confident, which really helped me feel confident. His eyes bored into mine and I felt like I was in a trance.

"Yes, Taylor, I know exactly what you want, baby. Take off your clothes. I want to look at that perfect body." He said it as he slowly stalked back to me.

As I maintained eye contact, I pulled my shirt off over my head. I heard him hiss "yes" between his teeth as I exposed my chest and abs to him. His fingers lightly trailed over me as I dropped the shirt.

He looked down and moved his hands to the waistband of my shorts. He unbuttoned and then unzipped my fly. I pushed my shorts down so that they fell to my ankles. I carefully stepped out of them, while watching his face. He was watching my crotch as I moved about in my pink ergowear briefs.

He looked at the bulge in my thin underwear and he licked his lips, like he'd done the first time we'd fucked. It made my cock twitch with the thought. He reached out and stroked the front of my briefs.

"Take them off, now." He said calmly, but sternly, leaving no question about obeying him. I pulled my briefs down and dropped them to the ground. I stood in front of him, fully naked and becoming more aroused by the second.

"What now, Luke?" I asked, trying to sound seductive.

His eyes raised and met mine. He dropped to his knees while looking into my eyes. Before I could even react, his hot, wet mouth was wrapped around me. He sucked my cock down his throat like no one ever had before.

He had deep throated me when I came after fucking him during our first encounter. I had been delirious with my massive orgasm but I remembered him sucking me dry. But this time, I could really savor how it looked to have my giant dick completely buried, with his lips pressing against my body at the base of my thick meat. He looked incredible and it felt otherworldly.

He sucked me until my toes nearly curled. I had to pull back. "I need to fuck you, Luke. You're going to make me cum with that incredible mouth. Get undressed." I ordered him. He quickly got up and stripped himself naked.

His body was so impressive. His perfect muscles and his smooth skin. The perfect amount of body hair and a thick boner between his swollen thighs. He topped Andy, I remembered. But he wanted me to fuck his perfect ass with my huge cock.

He climbed onto the bed. "How do you want me?" He said as he settled back into the pillows.

"I'll give it to you however you want, Luke." I said honestly. I wanted to be inside him. And I'd take it any way he wanted to give it to me. I stood next to the bed and stroked my erection.

"Any way I want it, huh?" He raised one eyebrow, looking wicked and unbearably sexy. When I nodded, he continued. "What if I want it raw, Taylor? I want you to breed me. Will you do that for me?" He asked bluntly, looking serious now.

I had only been with him, Andy and the guy from the swim meets. I had used condoms every single time. I was as clean as could be. Luke had been married and only with Andy for over a decade other than our hot fuck two weeks ago. This was low risk. And high reward, my mind tossed in there.

"I'll breed that ass. That makes it mine, you know." I said boldly and then wished I could take it back. I would gladly breed him, but he wasn't mine in any way, no matter what we did.

"Fuck yes it is, baby. My ass is all yours. Once I had your cock, I could never go back to anything inferior. My raw hole is yours only, Taylor." He purred it and I throbbed with need.

"I need to fuck you, now. Tell me what to do, Luke!" I said it, nearly yelled it, as I climbed onto the bed. He laid back further and grinned at me.

"Take me just like this. I want to watch you fuck me. Your muscles are so beautiful. I want to see them flex as you pound me hard, missionary style." His legs fell open further. His erection laying against his abs. His face was a clear invitation to take him.

I grabbed the lube from the side table and slicked up my rod and I rubbed my slippery fingers down his taint to his tight hole. I dragged my fingers over his pucker, massaging until my finger tips pushed inside.

I looked at his face and he was watching me intently. He looked fascinated, in awe of what he was watching. It almost made me nervous, so I turned back to focus on what I was doing between his legs and put it out of my mind for now.

I pushed his legs open even further as I climbed over him. I supported myself on my long, lean muscled arms and kissed him deeply. I rubbed my body over him, our cocks touching, sending shockwaves through my whole body. I sucked on his tongue as I ground my erection against him harder.

Breathless, I pulled back and grabbed my thick rod. I pressed it to his winking entrance. I pushed inside him, feeling his heat surround me as I sunk deeper and deeper. Slowly, his body took every single inch.

He gasped at the fullness. His body relaxed and his head fell back into the pillows, his eyes closed in pleasure. I surged against him, pushing harder, even though I was already embedded within him completely. He groaned as I pressed his body into the mattress with my dick in his guts.

I pulled back and slid completely out. I watched his eyes pop open and his mouth opened in protest. Before he could get half of the word 'please' out of his mouth, I slammed into him, fully impaling him until my pelvic bone pressed into his balls.

He yelled out, a sound of pleasure, without a doubt. It broke my control and I started fucking him faster, deeper, harder. I roughly used his tight hole like a man possessed. It felt amazing being inside him raw.

His perfect body writhed beneath me. He was yelling out in time with my hard thrusts, begging for more and more even as I pounded him so hard, the slapping sounds bounced around the room.

The smell of our bodies and our sex made me wild. I heard myself claiming him, screaming that he was mine, as my body pushed forward at a frantic pace.

"You're mine, Luke! This ass is mine!" I kept thrusting and thrusting.

"Yes, baby, yes! My ass belongs to you, Taylor!" He screamed as his climax started to build. I watched his balls pull tight on either side of his rock hard cock. I continued pounding his hole as hard as I could. My thighs burned, like I'd swam three hundred laps.

His body exploded and his dick bobbed with each spurt of cum that covered his chest and ran down his sides, onto the bed. He moaned a long, low sound as his body pumped his seed out in a torrent.

"I'm close, Luke!" I forced it out through gritted teeth. My chest glistened with my sweat, my face was red from the exertion, but I couldn't stop. I was going to cum. I needed to breed Luke. I needed it like I'd never needed anything in my life.

He held onto his knees, pulling his legs wide and high over his torso as my nine granite hard inches slammed into him as deeply as possible. He was making incredibly sexy sounds as I fucked him like a feral animal in heat.

After several more hard, deep thrusts, my hips locked tight and my whole body clenched as my orgasm crested and crashed over us both. "FUCK!" I screamed it out as my body started pumping my seed deep inside of Luke. My hips twitched as my head throbbed within him. I came and came until I collapsed onto Luke's chest.

My breathing was ragged as I gasped for air. My chest rose and fell as I felt Luke's arms wrap around my waist, hugging me closer to his body. My dick was still inside him. I felt connected in more ways than just with our physical bodies. I tried not to think about it.

Eventually, our breathing returned to normal and I rolled off of him, laying next to him. He laid there with his eyes closed, breathing steadily. I wondered what he was thinking, but I didn't have any right to ask.

In that moment it felt complicated and that scared me. I knew that this had to be the last time I saw him. It was too fucking good. It felt like everything I wanted, even though it wasn't. I was going to school in six weeks. He was fucking married! What was I even doing here? Jesus christ.

I sat up and swung my legs off the bed. I stood and headed to the bathroom. "Luke, do you need anything? Water? A towel?" I asked as I watched his prone form.

"I just need you to come back to bed ASAP." He said without opening his eyes at all.

That isn't what I'd expected. I kind of felt like I should leave. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and pissed while I debated leaving.

When I came out of the bathroom, Luke was standing there. He looked so hot, covered in his cum and our sweat. He looked freshly fucked and it made me want him again. He grinned at me.

"I had to go, too." He said as he stepped past me into the bathroom. He walked up to the toilet and started to pee as I walked back towards the bed.

I stood and looked at the bed. I wanted to crawl in it and lay next to Luke all night, fucking and kissing and sleeping. It was such a stupid, dangerous fantasy. This man was married and two years older than my dad. I jumped when he stepped up behind me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Come lay down with me." He said it like he could tell what I was thinking.

I nodded and I went to the other side of the bed. We both pulled the blankets back and climbed in. He pulled me close and kissed me tenderly and held me to his hard body. It felt so perfect.

"I'm so glad you reached out to me, Taylor. I was starting to think you wouldn't." He said as he stroked my hair, my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm glad I reached out, too." I said, thinking of a million ways to elaborate on how I felt, really. Glad was not really the right word for how I felt.

"I've thought about you constantly the last two weeks." He said quietly.

"When was the last time you bottomed?" I thought that must be what he'd thought about. He thought about taking my dick. He hadn't really thought about me, Taylor, the teenager from the elevator.

"Oh, it's been a long time. Andy tried when we started dating, but he isn't good at it. He's a certified bottom, I'm sad to say." His hand ran along my arm under the blanket. It felt so nice.

"You said Andy was suspicious. Do you think he'll figure out that you saw me?" I asked.

"Probably not. He doesn't pay attention to me as much anymore. I could probably fuck you in my office at the gym and he'd still be oblivious. He's............. distracted a lot lately." He left that hanging in the air.

"Lately? Like in the last two weeks?" I queried, afraid that Luke's first hook up with me had caused issues in their marriage.

"No, Taylor. Our problems have been ongoing. We separated twice in the last few years. Being lovers and business partners is hard on most relationships. Our marriage is no exception." He kissed the crown of my head, further working to assure me.