Part 39 - Justin (and Brett)
I didn't have any further contact with Brett until I texted him on Wednesday morning after my wife left for work. He didn't respond immediately. Was he still sleeping after celebrating last night? Had he found someone else to celebrate with? Would it bother me if he had? After all, Brett didn't seem to have a problem with me spending a day in bed with Justin. Why should I expect him not to have fun with someone else? He was young, and he had needs. He had told me after we met that he could cum multiple times per day, so it was not fair for me to expect that he would not have fun with someone else between my infrequent visits with him.
"Jesus Christ, Matt," I thought to myself, "You're acting like a jealous school girl." I knew he would reply eventually, so why was I doing this to myself? I decided to take a shower while I waited for his text. The solitude of the shower was always a place for me to be alone with my thoughts, and that gave me even more of an opportunity to ask why I was doing this to myself. I craved Brett, the same way I craved Justin. I loved feeling his mouth on my cock and mine on his. I loved kissing him and feeling him next to me. I loved spending time with him. I loved the way he challenged me intellectually.
The word "love" kept popping into my mind. I certainly had feelings for him, strong feelings, but was it love? Did I even know how to love someone other than my wife and sons? I had to resist my tendency to overanalyze things. Why couldn't I just enjoy this while it lasted? Brett had made it clear that he wasn't looking for anything more for fun. He knew my situation, and he understood there was no long-term future with a married man. I also didn't want to lose my wife and sons. At some point, Brett would finish his doctoral studies, and he would move somewhere else. He would be out of my life.
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, but these thoughts followed me into the bedroom. The idea that Brett would someday be out of my life made me sad, but that didn't mean I loved him, did it? I started to get dressed, and then I heard my phone ding. I walked over to the bed and picked it up. There were two texts from Brett:
Brett: sorry was in the shower
Brett: u there??
He had texted a few minutes earlier while I was in the shower and was probably shocked that I didn't reply instantly.
Me: I was in the shower too.
Brett: nah im pretty sure i was alone in the shower
Brett:
Me: When should I come over?
Brett: oh did u want to cum over today??
Brett:
He seemed to be in a playful mood. That was good.
Me: Well, if you're not doing anything else....
Brett: cum over as soon as u can
Brett: ill leave the door unlocked
Hmm, I liked how this was shaping up.
Me: OK, I'll be over in about 30 minutes.
Brett: ill make sure my last trick is gone before u get here
Brett:
It was this kind of back-and-forth with Brett that made me enjoy being with him, but there was so much I didn't know about him. Why didn't he want to see his mother? Based on what Brett had told me, she had raised him by herself, and he said she helped him pay for college. What could have happened that made him not want to spend time with her?
"Mind your own business, Matt," I reminded myself as I finished getting dressed. I put on my shoes, grabbed my keys, and walked out the door, leaving Noah sleeping in the house until who knew when.
During my drive to Brett's, my thoughts turned to what waited for me behind his unlocked door. I hungered for his toned body. Thinking about it, and about him, made me hard. I had not cum since before Dalton came home on Friday, so I had about a six-day load. Just thinking about releasing that load, or having him release it for me, made my cock stir to life.
I parked across from Brett's apartment and walked to his door. It was unlocked, as he had said it would be, so I walked in and locked the door behind me. I could smell that he had smoked and was probably still smoking. I couldn't tell because the bedroom door was closed. I stripped before opening the door and found him there, face down. I walked over to the bed and caressed his beautifully smooth ass, moving my touch up his back to his head. I stroked his hair, running my fingers through it, and then grabbing it, pulling his head back a little. I loosened my grip, gently returning his head to the pillow. I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself on top of him. My cock was resting against his ass, getting harder by the second as it instinctively found its place between his cheeks. My hairy torso rested against his smooth back, and my face rubbed against the back of his neck.
Brett moaned, and then said, "I've been waiting for this."
"So have I," I said.
I repositioned myself at his side and turned him halfway over so he was facing me. I took him into my arms and pulled him as close as I could. His body seemed totally relaxed, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. It had only been 11 days since the last time I saw him, but it seemed longer than that. I knew these past few days had been stressful for him, and he wanted to forget about the end of his term and relax. I was more than willing to help, but I wanted to make sure Brett was doing OK.
"How did things go this week?" I asked.
"Good," he said. "I spent the weekend preparing for everything, and then it was over, just like that."
"Yeah, I remember that feeling," I said. "I spent three days working on comprehensive assignments after I finished my PhD coursework and didn't want to do anything else for days after."
"I'm amazed you can remember back that far," he said. Then he reached between us and grabbed my cock as we kissed. Looking into his beautiful eyes as I kissed him made the connection even stronger. I had always closed my eyes when my wife and I kissed, but I left them open when I kissed Brett. I did the same with Justin. And they both kept theirs open, too. With all the things I loved...that fucking word. With all the things I LIKED about Brett, I think the way we looked into each other's eyes when we would get lost in the passion was what I liked the most.
As I gazed deeper into his eyes, his grip on my cock grew more sensual and teasing. He was stoned, and I felt like I was a part of his buzz.
"Be careful," I warned him. "I haven't cum since last Thursday."
"No shit?" he asked as he stroked it some more.
"No shit," I whispered back.
Without saying a word, he released my cock and shifted himself so that his face was in my crotch. When he wrapped his lips around my cock, it went from semi-erect to rock hard, rhythmically pulsating to strongly throbbing. I eased over to the left so I was flat on my back, holding his head on my cock with my right hand so my cock wouldn't lose the sensation of his worshiping mouth. He kept sucking, and my hand continued to stroke his hair. One of the wonderful things about having Brett in this position was being able to admire his muscular back and that smooth ass. My hand moved from his head to his shoulders and then down the side of his torso, gently touching him as his mouth continued to massage my cock. I felt my cock getting harder and harder. I was on the edge of ecstasy, not wanting it to stop but wanting my cock to explode.
"You're getting me close, Brett," I purred.
He stopped sucking me and said, "Good." I expected him to return to sucking, but, instead, he moved his face to mine and kissed me.
"Stay here," he said. "I'll be right back."
He disappeared briefly and came back with a condom and a bottle of lube. I watched as he ripped the side off the wrapper and pulled out the condom. He moved closer and positioned the condom on the tip of my cock and slowly rolled it down over the shaft. I couldn't remember the last time I had a condom on my cock, but it sure as hell couldn't have felt as good as it did now.
Brett then poured a generous amount of lube in his hand and softly stroked my covered cock. Then he stroked his cock a little before rubbing the rest into his ass crack. He looked at me as he did this. I was completely lost in the moment. The first time he sucked me, the first time I sucked him, as well as him fucking me...these were all spontaneous acts. Fucking him was something I realized I wanted the last time I saw him, and it was about to happen.
"I know you have wanted to do this, Matt. I want you to lie back and enjoy as my hole milks that load out of you."
It was as if our minds were on the same wavelength. This would be something I would remember a long time, and I wanted it to be a visual memory as well as a sensory one. Brett crawled on top of me and rubbed his ass against my cock, occasionally lifting his ass slightly so the tip of my cock teased his hole. Then he leaned over and kissed me.
"I want to feel you inside me, daddy," Brett whispered as his mouth gently touched my ear.
"I want to be inside you, more than anything else," I said as my hands savored his flesh.
Brett raised up slightly, reached behind himself, used his hand to place the tip of my cock against his hole, and then eased himself down. I could feel my cock under the weight of his body, being pressed down before he raised up a little and started over. This time, I could feel the tip of my condom-covered cock find its way into his hole. Just a little bit, but we both shuddered. In addition, our eyes had met and would not let go of each other.
"Don't hold back, Matt," he said, "Just enjoy."
Brett moved up and down on the head of my cock. My hands gently moved up and down his muscular thighs, and I looked into his eyes. Each time he moved his body down, I felt my cock get deeper and deeper into his hole. I wasn't really sure I was going deeper, but it felt like it. His head leaned back, breaking the eye contact we had maintained for so long. I could see his face begin to contort. Somehow he was even more handsome like this. Seeing this beautiful, intelligent young man, and feeling my cock go further inside of him, made me wonder if this was really happening. It felt nothing like fucking my wife. This was different. It made me feel closer to him than I had felt during our previous times together. I wanted to take him in my arms and feel our bodies come together as one, but I didn't want him to move from where he was.
The more he lowered himself onto my cock, the more intense the sensation got. It felt like his ass was squeezing my cock. I wondered if he had felt a similar sensation when he fucked me. I looked at his face as he moved up and down. His expression was one I had never seen on another man. It was an expression of contentment, and seeing that expression on him as his hole tightened around my cock was getting me very close. Without even realizing I was about to, I moaned. It was a deep guttural moan.
Brett briefly stopped his movements as my cock was planted deep inside me. "Yeah daddy," he said, "You like how that feels, don't you?" Then he started rubbing my chest, teasing my already hard nipples.
I just looked at him and moaned. He knew I liked it. I wondered if he could tell how close to the edge he had me, the pure ecstasy I was experiencing every time he moved on my cock, every time his hole tightened around it. And then he started jacking his cock. The more he jacked himself, the more I could feel his hole grip my cock. My cock was feeling the pressure of his hole and the warmth of being inside him.
My hands moved up his thighs to his hips, and Brett started moving up and down on my cock again. He continued to jack his cock, and I felt my hips involuntarily thrusting up slightly. As his body moved up or down, my hips would follow. It was as if our bodies were connected, physically and spiritually. By now his cock was rock hard. I could feel it rub against my belly when he would let it go.
Eventually, I grabbed his cock and started jacking it, first slowly and then more rapidly. I could feel what my jacking was doing to his cock, what that was doing to his hole, and what his hole was doing to my cock. I could also feel him tightening around my cock, not just his hole, but farther inside. I felt myself losing control. My cock started throbbing frantically, and Brett's hole tightened as he moved it slightly up and down on me.
I stopped jacking his cock because the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. I was looking up at him, and my six-day load was ready to explode from my balls through my cock. He looked down at me and smiled. It was as if he knew that would be that catalyst that sent me over the edge. My cock exploded, and I groaned loudly. The groan was almost like that of an animal, or a person having a seizure, and my hips thrust up abruptly, going deeper inside him than I had been. He reacted with a sudden shout of "Fuck!" and his cock shot its load. Feeling his load hit my chin and splatter over my torso was a surprise because I had stopped jacking him and he wasn't jacking himself. He seemed surprised too. My cock throbbed inside of him as the last couple of spurts from my cock flooded the condom. His cock throbbed as he jacked the last couple of spurts from his cock.
We were both totally drained, but our cocks were still faintly pulsating. I could not have moved from the spot if I wanted to. Brett's body relaxed itself and he leaned over and kissed me while my cock was still inside him. Gradually, he pulled himself off my cock, positioned himself beside me, and took the condom off my cock. He held up the condom and inspected it.
"This doesn't look like a six-day load to me," he said.
The way the condom swung back and forth as he dangled it said otherwise.
"Then maybe you have some more work to do," I said as I pulled him close to me and we cuddled in the aftermath of our passion.
