Justin - A University Professor's Crush On His Student

[mustang72]

Eagerly awaiting the next installment!

 

[Uctopper]

Eagerly awaiting the next installment!

Me too. I have ESBU. Excessive sperm back up.

 

[matt60606]

Part 45 - Justin (and Brett)

As Justin drove me to his parents' house, I could tell he was nervous. I wasn't sure if it was the stifled sexual energy between us manifesting itself as nervous energy, or if he was a little apprehensive about me meeting his parents. I wanted him to know I was OK with it.

"I'm looking forward to meeting your parents," I said, as I rested my left hand on his thigh. "You described them so well that I feel like I already know them."

Justin glanced over briefly, "Yeah," he said before focusing on driving again, "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I sensed he was the one who was a little uncomfortable. "Don't worry about me," I said. "I won't embarrass you in front of your parents, and I won't mention what you wrote about them."

This seemed to put Justin at ease, and I added, "And, just like everyone else, they won't know about, you know, us."

Justin nodded. I was glad I had found a way to bring this up casually because it reminded him, and assured me, that we were on the same page.

Justin turned onto a street of modest but well-maintained ranch homes. The city where Justin lived had lost most of its manufacturing jobs over the decades, but this street was obviously a middle-class enclave that had persisted through the city's problems. About halfway down the street, he pulled into the driveway of one of those homes.

"Well, here goes," Justin said as he parked his truck. We walked to the front door and he opened it, ushering me in. I was overwhelmed by the aroma of savory and baked foods. Before Justin could announce our arrival, a cheerful lady who looked to be about my wife's age introduced herself as Justin's mother and took my hand in both of her hands. She told me to have a seat and asked me if I would like anything to drink. Shortly after that, I met Justin's father. He was only a year older than me, but the years of what had most likely been long days of work in the hot summer sun and cold winter winds had aged him. Nevertheless, he was a fit, healthy-looking man.

It was apparent Justin had grown up in a home surrounded by the love of two parents who had provided everything they could for him. Both of them seemed grateful for the interest I had taken in Justin's education. If they only knew. I enjoyed hearing the stories they had to tell about Justin, but I didn't want him to be embarrassed. Any time it seemed they were going in that direction, I would gently change the subject and mention what a good student Justin was, something one of my sons had done, or an experience I had with another student.

As we enjoyed desserts and coffee, Justin excused himself to grab his books from his bedroom. When he was out of sight, his mom grabbed my hand and said, "We are so grateful for everything you have done for Justin."

I wasn't sure what to say. "Thank you, but he's an outstanding student and person, and those are reflections on how well both of you have raised him."

They both smiled, and his father said, "We were concerned after his first year off at school."

"That's understandable," I said. "Many students have a tough freshman year. It's a big adjustment."

Justin's father motioned at his wife and said, "We never went to college, but we wanted Justin to get an education, and..." He hesitated, and there were a few seconds of awkward silence.

"We wanted him to be able to get out of here," Justin's mom continued. "Justin could take over the family business, and he'd be good at it." Then she went on, "But there's not much of a future here, at least not the type we want for our son. When he didn't do well his first year, we were afraid he would end up back here."

I gave them an understanding nod as Justin returned to the dining room. I had heard stories like this many times before from students, but it was the first time I had heard it from parents. Justin's short story had only given me a small glimpse into how much his parents loved him and wanted the best for him. Meeting them confirmed that. I wondered if they sensed what I felt for their son...how excited I was to see him again. What if a man, or woman, more than twice the age of one of my sons came to our house, and I was able to sense the feelings they had for him? How would that make me feel?

Before I could think about this too much, Justin said we should leave so I could meet his instructor before class started. I thanked his parents for dinner and their warm welcome, and they thanked me for looking after Justin.

Justin and I walked back out to his truck, and I could tell he was more relaxed than he had been before dinner.

"Thanks Matt," he said as we got into the truck.

"Why are you thanking me?" I asked.

He smiled as he backed out of the driveway and said, "I know you enjoyed hearing their stories, and I appreciate you changing the subject."

"They're proud of you Justin, and I know what it's like to be a proud parent." I said, "But I wanted to make sure it didn't get too uncomfortable for you."

Justin nodded as he turned onto a main road. We drove past a couple of strip malls that had as many "FOR LEASE" signs as they had functioning storefronts. He pointed to an abandoned mammoth building and explained it was one of the largest employers in the area until it closed about five years earlier. Not long after that, we turned into the campus of the community college, which was more a group of two-story buildings than a campus. Justin steered into a parking lot and stopped the truck.

As we walked toward one of the buildings, Justin explained that the college had been a ticket out of the city for generations of high school graduates and, lately, had provided new skills for local laborers after they lost their jobs. We walked into the building, down a hall, and then into a classroom. Almost immediately after we arrived, a tall woman in a pantsuit walked in and introduced herself. She was attractive and projected confidence, the type of person perfectly-suited for working in public relations or corporate communications. She thanked me for coming to the class, and we chatted as more students joined us.

My presentation went smoothly. Discussing technical writing was something I could do in my sleep, and I was pleasantly surprised by the questions from students. I tried to avoid making too much eye contact with Justin. I was afraid someone in the room might sense that there was a connection between us. But every now and then, I would catch a glimpse of him, and I would get excited thinking about what was going to happen after his class was over. The anticipation was building, and I felt like it was somehow making me a more effective presenter.

When my presentation was over and I answered all the questions from the students, Justin's teacher thanked me and excused the class for a break. I talked to her some more while Justin went to the restroom. She told me that she was impressed by Justin and would have offered him an internship at her company if he weren't one of her students. I told her that I was equally impressed and that he had been offered internships by two different companies, and I felt confident about his prospects after graduation. I had never discussed Justin's performance in class with any of my colleagues, so it was good to know that others had positive impressions as well. Before we could continue our discussion, Justin returned, grabbed his books, and walked over to us.

"Are you ready to go to dinner, Doc," he said as he looked at me with a slight smile.

I wasn't sure what he was talking about; we had already eaten, and class was not over.

"But you have the rest of class," I said, giving him a "What's going on here?" look.

"He's excused," his instructor responded before Justin could say anything. "We're discussing the fundamentals of technical writing in class tonight," she continued, and then lowered her voice in case any of the other students might be listening, "and I'm satisfied that there's nothing I am discussing tonight that he didn't already learn from you."

She thanked me again for speaking to the class, and we exchanged business cards. Then she told Justin she would see him next Monday. He thanked her for excusing him, put his hand on my back, and escorted me out of the room into the hall. I was still a little confused about what was going on.

"Are you sure this is OK?" I asked as he ushered me through the hallway..

"Trust me," he said as we walked out the door toward his truck. "I don't want to waste another minute of our time together."

Hearing him say this, not only the words but the way he said it, made me want him even more. We got into the truck and looked into each other's eyes. I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. Even through the khakis, I could feel his cock getting hard. I rubbed it slightly, and Justin smiled.

"We better get going," he said as he started the truck. "Otherwise I'm going to be too distracted to drive."

During the short drive to my hotel, I could feel the sexual energy building between us again. He parked, and I noticed the bar next to the hotel. I asked Justin if he would like to grab a beer, and he suggested we get a six-pack and take it back to the room. I was perfectly fine with this suggestion and got a six-pack to go. We walked into the hotel, walked past the front desk clerk who welcomed us back, and took the elevator to my floor.

The walk from the elevator to my room seemed to last forever. We were both silent, and that silence continued as we walked into the room. I put down the six-pack and hugged Justin, just as I had done a few hours earlier. I felt our beards rubbing together, and I buried my face into his neck. I wanted time to stand still with him in my arms. I felt his hand on the back of my head, and that made me feel even more connected to him. As his hand moved down my back, I moved my face toward his, rubbing our beards together again, until our lips met. We stood there for I don't know how long, kissing and enjoying the intimacy between us.

Eventually, our lips parted and I looked at him. As attracted as I had always been to Justin, I don't think he had ever been as handsome as he was at that moment. I told him how good he looked in his dress shirt and khakis.

"You look pretty good yourself, Matt," Justin said, "But we need to get you out of this." He took my sports coat by the lapels and pushed them toward my shoulders. I finished taking it off, then walked to the closet to hang it up.

I took two beers from the six-pack and put the others in the mini fridge. I handed one to Justin, and we each took a gulp. I put mine on the desk, and then I did the same with his. I kissed him again lightly before unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his hairy chest and then his entire torso. He looked as though he had not trimmed since the last time I saw him. My hands explored his fuzzy chest, occasionally teasing his nipples. While I was enjoying his fur, Justin pulled his shirttail out from the waist of his pants and finished unbuttoning it before unbuttoning my shirt. As he did, I would feel his fingers grazing the hairs of my chest and then my belly before pulling out my shirttail. He didn't stop there; he took off my shirt and carefully placed it over the back of the desk chair. Then he put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

"Sometimes when I was in your class," he said, "I would imagine what you looked like without a shirt on." Hearing him say this while we looked into each other's eyes was unbelievably arousing. "And I remember when I saw you shirtless in the locker room," he continued, "I could barely contain my excitement."

I knew Justin was speaking his mind, and that made me want to do the same.

"I fantasized about you," I said, rather sheepishly. "I fantasized about you giving me a massage, both of us nude, our bodies rubbing together."

"I never realized," Justin said. "Never."

As much as I had longed for moments like these, I was about to suggest to Justin that we talk a bit. But before I could say anything, Justin's actions reminded me that he was a sex-hungry 24-year old, and that was perfectly fine with me. He undid my belt and then my pants before unzipping them and letting them slip down my legs. He slowly moved me back and sat me on the sofa. As I kicked off my shoes, Justin finished taking off his shirt and then stripped to his briefs...a tight white pair similar to the ones I saw him wearing in the changing room the first time I saw him shirtless. His body was tan and furred, and his abdomen was beefier than I remembered. I guessed that was from six weeks of eating his mom's cooking, but the extra padding looked sexy on him.

Justin took off his briefs and knelt on the floor between my legs. He looked at me as he rubbed the bulge in my red trunks. "You'll never have to fantasize about me again, Matt," Justin said seductively. "I will do anything you want," he continued. "Anything." He gently rose from his knees and gave me a deep kiss before getting back on his knees.

Seeing him naked and on his knees between my legs was hotter than any fantasies I had about him. His handsome face looked at me, and I saw need in his eyes. Raw passion, and it was mine to enjoy. I reached out my right hand and stroked the left side of his face with it before placing it against his hairy cheek. My thumb rubbed itself against his beard before tracing the outline of his lips, and then parting his lips. I felt his tongue lapping slightly against my thumb as it moved around in his mouth. He looked at me again, and I saw the need in his eyes was stronger.

I felt euphoric as I sat there looking down at him. "You want my cock, don't you Justin?" I asked.

"Yes," he said excitedly. "I want to suck your cock, Matt."

"It's all yours, Justin," I said. "But I want to hear you call me boss."

Justin's eyes grew wider, and a playful smile came to his face as he said, "I want to suck your cock, boss."

I reached over to the table and grabbed my beer and settled back onto the sofa. I took a gulp of beer as I looked at Justin. "You are so fucking sexy. Please, say that to me again."

"I want to suck your cock, boss."

The hungry look in his eyes said even more than his words. I raised up slightly and pulled down my trunks and Justin finished taking them off for me. My eyes were fixed on his as he looked at my hard cock. Before I could tell him to suck it, his tongue was already licking it, and then he took it in his mouth. The first time we were together, I was so overwhelmed by the experience that I didn't even have a chance to watch him suck my cock. This time, I was even more aware of how sexy he looked while he sucked me. He was the same Justin who had been my student and who had trained me in the gym. Now he was worshiping my cock. I could feel a passion in him that made it clear this was something he was enjoying as much as I did, if not more. My hands rubbed his buzzed head, his shoulders, and his muscular arms.

He started jacking himself while my hands caressed his body. The more eagerly he sucked me and more frantically he jacked himself, the more I longed to hold him in my arms and feel him next to me. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, and I didn't want that feeling to end. I wanted to prolong this as long as I could. I leaned forward a little, put my right hand under his chin and gently stopped him.

"Is everything OK?" he asked.

"It couldn't be better," I said. "I just want this feeling to last."

Justin nodded, and I stood up and helped him to his feet. We embraced again.

"I wish I could hold you like this and never let you go," I said.

"We have the whole night together," he said. "That is, if it's OK with you?"

"There's nothing in the world I want more, Justin," I said as I kissed him. "But what will your parents think about you spending the night with me?"

Justin smiled at me. "They're usually asleep when I get out of class. But, just to be safe, I'll text Mom around 11 and say something like, "We stopped for a couple of beers after class, and now Matt won't let me drive. There's a couch in his room so I'm going to crash here. I'll be home tomorrow morning to change."

"Sounds like you've got this all figured out," I said approvingly, "except for one thing."

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's probably best if you don't refer to me as Matt in your text," I said.

"Good point!"

"And, that reminds me," I said as I took out my phone, "I should text my wife and let her know that I will text her when class is over." I typed out the words and sent the text.

"I wish we didn't have to take all these steps to be together," Justin said.

"I know," I said, "but you're worth it."

Justin walked over to the table, handed me my beer, and drank the rest of his. I finished mine and grabbed two more from the fridge. I walked over and sat on the bed and motioned to Justin to do the same. He took a beer from me and opened it. I held up my can and he clinked it with his.

"To our first night together," I said, and took a sip from the can.

Justin did the same and said, "To more nights together," and held his can up for me to clink. "So, what should we do until class is over?" he asked with a smile.

"I have a few ideas," I said as I put my beer on the bedside table and positioned myself so we were in a 69 position.

I had looked forward to this more than anything else: feeling our bodies pressed together, my cock in his mouth, and his in mine. I knew Justin had been nervous about me meeting his parents, and I wanted to make sure our night together would be special for both of us.

Before long, we were moving in harmony with each other, as we had during our first time together at his apartment. But this time it was not new to us, and I wanted to see where our feelings would take us. The taste of his cock and musty smell of his balls were intoxicating. My hands reached around and grabbed his fuzzy buns and massaged them. I felt no resistance from him, so I gradually pulled his cheeks apart. I tried to do this as imperceptibly as possible to keep from startling him in case he was not into having his ass played with, but there was still no resistance. I felt myself getting more excited, and my mouth moved from his cock to his balls, at first licking and then sucking them. They were fuzzy like most of the rest of him, and they tasted like they smelled, nice and manly. His only responses were an occasional shiver when my chin rubbed against the base of his cock and the more frequent moans.

I took those as invitations to go a little farther. One of my fingers moved toward his hole, stopping short to get him accustomed to the feeling. When I was confident that he was comfortable with me doing this, my finger found the edge of his hole and then rubbed the length of it. When he didn't resist, I didn't hesitate. I repositioned my face so I could see his hole. It was slightly shrouded by a reddish brown fur, but I could see it was pink and clenched, I had to taste it. I moved my face closer and lightly touched the tip of my tongue against it. I felt a jolt go through him, and that made me want to go deeper.

His hole was tight, so I put my finger in my mouth, got it good and wet, and then massaged the hole. I could feel the effect this was having on him sucking me, and I touched my tongue against his hole again, this time with a little more force, and I kept it there. Being relatively new to all this myself, I could tell by his reaction that he did not have much experience with having someone play with his ass. This was something we had not discussed, and I decided it was best to wait until we had a chance to talk about fucking or deep rimming until after we had.

I returned to sucking his cock while he sucked mine. We had plenty of time to discuss this, and I didn't want to do anything that might make him uncomfortable. But I had had a taste of his ass, and I wanted more.

 

[william1]

Blimey that was so worth the wait, yet another brilliant instalment !x

 

[Uctopper]

Thanks for another great installment! Made my undies all sticky and I don’t even care. How does Matt hide his wet spots from his wife? Asking for a friend.

 

[Adam-reborn]

Part 42 - Justin (and Brett)

We reached his door, and he opened it and went in. I followed, closing the door and locking it behind me. He turned around and shoved me against the door, giving me a deep kiss while our chests pressed together.

After we kissed a while, he moved his mouth away from mine and said, "It was all I could do not to kiss you in the park or on the walk here."

"Same here," I said before I grabbed his face and kissed him again. I was holding his face forcefully and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I felt him moan with pleasure which made me moan as well. I pushed him down onto the couch. In all our times together, we had never sat on the couch together, or done anything else there. It was time to change that. I lay him back on the couch, pulled off his shorts, and then took off mine and threw them all in the direction of where he had dropped my shirt. I lay down on top of him and kissed him, pressing his body farther down into the leatherette couch. His moist skin stuck to the couch, adding another level of eroticism to the moment as we kissed.

In a sudden motion, I grabbed his wrists and put his arms over his head, holding his wrists back. His armpits were exposed. I had enjoyed licking Justin's pits, and the animal passion I was feeling now with Brett wanted to explore this with him too. I kissed him again as I held him down, and then moved my face down to the pit closer to the back of the couch. He smelled clean, suggesting he had showered earlier in the morning, and musky, indicating he had not used deodorant and had worked up a sweat since his shower. The smell was intoxicating, and I eased my face into his pit, taking in the manly aroma. As my face went deeper into his pit, I felt him flinch and then jerk. Then he started laughing and I realized that I had discovered something about Brett I had not known.

"You're ticklish!" I said in a voice that was a combination of surprise and sinister intention. I rubbed my beard against his pit.

"Please don't," he said as he laughed and gasped for breath. His body wriggled under me as my tongue licked his pit. The taste of his pit made me feel even more attracted to him, but I wasn't sure if this was enjoyable for him, so I stopped.

"Are you OK?" I asked. I could see his face was flushed, more flushed than it had been by the sun.

"Yeah," he said. "You just surprised me, and that's kind of a tender spot of mine."

I decided to lay off his pits. I kissed him and then said, "It's OK," and, after a couple of seconds, I whispered in his ear in a nefarious voice, "But now I know what I am going to do to you when I take you to my dungeon," before rubbing the tip of my tongue along his ear before inserting it into his ear. This elicited a similar, but less violent response from Brett.

After we kissed some more, I stood up and pulled Brett off the couch. We walked into his bedroom, and I lay back on his bed. Brett joined me in a 69 position. He started sucking me first while I massaged his ass. Then I started sucking him too, moving his hips up and down so his cock was going in and out of my mouth. He continued to suck my cock as my mouth moved to his balls. I sucked one, and then the other, as my beard rubbed against the underside of his cock. I remembered what it did to me when he sucked my ball into his mouth and knew this was walking the line between pleasure and pain. He responded better to it than I did.

Eventually, my tongue found its way to his hole. It was sweaty and delicious. I slowly tongued his hole for a while before opening it slightly with the tip of my tongue. I was so focused on his hole that it would have been easy to overlook what his mouth was doing to my cock...if he had not been doing it so passionately. The more passionately he sucked my cock, the more passionately I forced my tongue into his hole. His hole seemed to be inviting me in as it would tense and then relax. I took some time to admire his hole. It was wet with sweat and my saliva, and it was throbbing. I couldn't tell if the movements of tensing and relaxing were intentional or involuntary, but it didn't matter. I wanted his hole, and I could tell he wanted me in there.

I began to finger his hole. The squishy sound of the first joint of my finger working around excited me and him as well. He had been sucking me the whole time, but then he stopped and turned his head to say something.

"Tease my hole with the head of your cock, daddy. Please."

Before I could respond, he moved his ass away from my face and positioned himself ass up on the bed. I moved myself so I was on my knees on the bed and held on to his hips. I guided my cock against his silky ass cheeks. My cock approached his hole, and my head pressed against it. As it did, I felt him tremble, and I felt a rush of euphoria shoot through my body. Instinctively, I pursed my lips and released some saliva toward his hole. The sensation of the saliva hitting his hole as my cock head moved against it made him tremble again. I heard the squishing sound again, but this time it was my cock, not my finger, moving against his hole. I could feel his hole relax, and I didn't realize until I looked down that my head had penetrated him.

I could feel my heart pounding. This was nothing like the sensation of fucking him with a condom. His ass was warm and moist. It felt a little too good, and I eased myself out. Almost instantly, Brett reached back to pull me closer, and my cock was pressing against his hole again.

"Please daddy, don't stop," he said, almost in a voice of desperation.

Hearing him say this was hypnotic. My cock's head disappeared inside him again, and he started moving his ass around. I could feel his hole tighten and relax. Every time it tightened, I felt like my cock was going deeper. It felt too good to stop. I wanted to go deeper, but I wanted to make sure it was what he wanted too.

"Are you sure, Brett?" I asked.

Brett turned his head around again so I could see his eyes, "Matt, I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Please don't stop."

I knew what I was doing. I knew why I shouldn't do it, but I wanted it too much to stop. Seeing the look in his eyes told me how much he wanted it, and that made me want it even more. I grabbed him by the hips and moved his ass to the edge of the bed while I stood at the edge. I tongued his ass some more, lubricating it with as much saliva as I could muster, before I pressed my cock head against his hole again. This time the head went right in, and his hole caressed the head and then the shaft. I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided my cock a little deeper, before pulling out slightly. The back and forth action felt incredible. This was more intense than what I had felt when I was inside him with a condom. This was primal. There was nothing between him and me. We were one. It was as if I could feel all of his sensations and reactions. I wondered if he could feel mine. I massaged his shoulders and moved in and out, more forcefully until I felt him tense up and heard him moan.

Everything was perfect, except I wanted to see his face and eyes. I moved in and out of him a few more times before gently pulling myself out completely and turning him over. I leaned in and kissed him, and he put his arms around my neck.

"I want you, Matt," he said as he looked into my eyes.

"I want you too, Brett," I said before kissing him again and standing up. I pulled his hips up slightly as he arched himself and grabbed a pillow to put under his hips. His ass was now just below my cock level, making it easier for me to lift him a little and slide my head into his hole. I slowly acclimated his hole to my cock again before going deeper. As I did, I stared into his eyes, and he stared back into mine. I could feel him start to jack himself with his right hand, and I could feel his hole tighten as he did. My cock went deeper, and he jacked more feverishly. The intensity level increased, and, at some point, our bodies were overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. My thrusts grew deeper and more powerful, and his jacking got faster.

Brett's moans turned into whimpers, and then, between whimpers, he looked at me and said, "I want you in me while I cum, Matt," while he jacked himself. I pulled his hips closer to me so I was in as far as I could go, and after a few more strokes, the first stream of cum left his cock. But I could feel him tighten inside before he shot, and then he tightened again and again. I could feel my cock tense and knew what was happening.

"I'm going to shoot, Brett!" I yelled as I began to pull out.

Before I could pull out of him, Brett said, "Don't pull out, Matt, I want you. Give me your load."

It was too strong to hold back. I felt myself shoot, and Brett moaned with pleasure before I was able to let out a grunt. I pumped my cock inside him a few more times, grunting with each thrust, before I fell on top of him, my cock still inside, as we kissed. My cock was still pulsing, as was his ass. I could feel his cock between us, along with his cum and our sweat. It was a clumsy position, but the most erotic one I had ever been in.

I had not planned to fuck him without a condom, and I certainly had not planned to cum inside him. It all happened so quickly, and now I felt the warmth of Brett's body, his arms around me and mine around him. I slowly pulled out of him and fell on the bed next to him. We embraced again. My feelings for him were so strong and so raw that I started to speak and didn't realize what I was saying until I heard myself say the words:

"I love...." I caught myself.

"What?" Brett asked as he looked at me.

"I...I loved being inside you like that," I said, somewhat shakily. "I hadn't planned for that to happen."

"I hadn't planned it either," he said. "But sometimes you just have to go with the feeling." Brett looked in my eyes before continuing, "You know? Don't hold back."

Looking in his eyes, I sensed that he knew what I was really thinking. I felt awkward, and then it hit me that it would be a while before I would see him again. I didn't want this moment to end, and I certainly did not want it to end awkwardly. I kissed Brett and told him I should get cleaned up. I walked to the bathroom to take a piss. As I began my pee, I heard Brett walk into the bathroom and start the shower. Then he walked up behind me and I felt his arms wrap around me as I finished peeing. He kissed my shoulder and led me to the shower.

I always enjoyed showering with Brett. The bittersweet thing about today's shower was that it would be the end of our time together for at least a few weeks.

As Brett lathered up my chest, he commented on what happened a few minutes earlier. "My heart is still pounding," he said as he took my hand and held it to his chest.

I felt his heart's flutter. I didn't know what to say, so I decided not to say anything. I allowed my hand to wander over his muscular pec and up to his face. I leaned in for another kiss.

"I've wanted you to fuck me bare, but I didn't think it would happen this quickly," he said.

"I guess you were right," I replied. "Sometimes you have to go with the feeling and not hold back. I just wanted to make sure it was what you wanted."

"It was," he said. "And when I felt your cock penetrate my hole, I knew I wanted to take your load."

He looked into my eyes and kissed me again. "It was special for me too," he said.

My feelings overwhelmed me. I took Brett in my arms, but before I could say anything, he continued:

"I know you have a lot of feelings running through your mind right now," he said. "So do I. We have some time to sort those out before we see each other again."

I held Brett tight. "I'm going to miss you," I said.

Brett chuckled as he turned off the shower and he grabbed a towel and handed it to me, "We're only talking about a few weeks. I'm going to be busy and you will be off with your family. The time will fly by."

"I know that," I said. "But the tough part will be finding a time we can be together after then."

Brett took a break from drying himself off and hugged me. "We will figure out something," he said. "You know we will," and he kissed me before toweling himself off some more.

"I know," I said, "You're right." The moment was too thrilling to harp on us not seeing each other for a few weeks or possibly longer.

I walked out of the bathroom and gathered up my shirt, shorts, and underwear among the clothes on the floor. We made small talk while I got dressed. Brett remained naked, but I was focused on his face and those beautiful eyes. And then I gave him a strong hug that he returned with equal strength.

"I look forward to seeing you again," I said.

"So do I," he said, and we kissed.

With that, I opened the door, looked back and Brett, and walked out. As I made the walk to the car, I looked across to the park. It brought back memories of earlier in the morning, and I took out my phone to look at the picture I had taken earlier. We had just shared the most intimate experience two men could possibly share. There would always be that bond between us, even if I could not say the words I felt at the moment.

I was still admiring the picture as I reached my car, and then, as if it were on cue, a notification flashed on the screen. It was a text from Brett:

Brett: i know what u were trying to say earlier and its ok. i feel the same way.

He was right. We would need to sort out these feelings, but it was good to know we were feeling the same way.

Because I used words to make a living, I was not the type to use emojis in texts. But, for my reply, an emoji said more about how I felt than any words could have.

Me:

Fantastic!!

 

[Adam-reborn]

Part 43 - Justin (and Brett)

Our annual trip to the lake was a relaxing getaway that allowed us to retreat from our lives. The thing I always loved most was having the family together with no work, no school, and no distractions. We didn't know how many more of these summer trips there would be, especially with Dalton just a couple of years away from graduating from college. I realized the dynamic was different than it was when our sons were younger; they had lives and probably would have rather spent these three weeks with friends or doing something else. However, they knew how much these trips meant to their mom and to me. If they did not want to be here with us, they certainly didn't show it. Having their cell phones and WiFi at the cabin probably made the time away from civilization a lot more bearable for them.

Having WiFi and my cell phone made it possible for me to keep in touch with Brett and Justin, as well. I couldn't get either one of them out of my mind. The memories of feeling Brett's sweet ass caressing my bare cock were still fresh, but even stronger than that was what I felt for him. I had only known this guy for about two months. How could I be developing these feelings for him so quickly? It was a silly question to ask. I had developed feelings for Justin based on having him as a student and seeing him occasionally at the gym. I never imagined that he would share those feelings and that, one day, we would passionately express those feelings for each other.

While we were away, I tried to restrict my thoughts about Brett and Justin to early mornings before everyone else was awake and other times when everyone else was involved with something else. I especially enjoyed the early mornings when the only sounds were the birds chirping and the water lapping against the shore. It was the most productive time for my writing, but I always allowed my thoughts to drift to Brett and Justin. Each morning, I would check my other email to see what was going on with them. Brett was getting back into his classes and his clinical work and feeling the stress of it. I told him I wished I could hold him in my arms and kiss him softly. I thought about feeling his smooth, toned body against mine.

I also thought about Justin and his beefy, lightly-furred body. The feelings I had for him were wrong for multiple reasons, even before Justin and I spent the day together kissing, tasting, pleasuring, and draining each other. Having been with him made me want him even more, and I thought about that fuzzy ass of his, tasting his hole, and being inside him. I was getting ahead of myself. I didn't even know when I would see him again, or even if he was interested in having his ass played with and possibly fucked. I would be happy just to see him, suck him, and have him suck me again. The idea of touching him and being intimate with him again got me excited.

One morning, Justin's email told me that he had just started his business communication course at the community college near his family's home. He said the instructor worked in the public information office of a company in the town, and she had some interesting experiences from her work. He also asked where the picture I promised him was. I realized I had not taken the picture of the lake, so I took one of myself with the lake in the background. It was a little after sunrise, and I liked the way the light of the golden hour made my face look softer, contrasting nicely with my beard and my "just woke up" hair. It was also a nice contrast with the gray henley I was wearing. I wanted to make sure a few chest hairs were sticking out for him from the unbuttoned neck of the henley.

Dalton was usually the next member of the family to wake up. I was thankful for this time with him. He knew that things would be different with Noah in college, even though he would be living at home for the first year. Who knew if Dalton's schedule would allow three weeks next summer? Nothing was certain, so being able to slow down and enjoy this time together was a gift.

I made tremendous progress on my writing during the time at the lake. While early mornings were my most inspired times, one of the best things about being at the lake was the ability to take long walks when the words just weren't coming. Sometimes the walks were alone, but sometimes they were with one or both of my sons. These walks, whether alone or with someone else, were the reset mechanism I needed to get myself back into writing mode. My wife rarely took the longer walks, but she would occasionally join me on shorter ones. After the stress of the party planning, along with her responsibilities at work, she really needed this time to disconnect and be away from everything. The trips to this cabin were a constant in her life; they had been part of every summer since long before she met me. These summers had now been part of my life for over 20 years, and I had grown to look forward to them as much as she did.

Near the midpoint of our time at the lake, I checked my other email account early one morning. After reading and replying to Brett's email, I opened the one from Justin and saw there was a picture attached. He had sent a selfie, apparently from his bed. It was a shoulders-up, shirtless picture, but what I noticed the most was his huge smile and the innocent-in-a-sexy-way look in his eyes. In the text of the email, he explained that he had talked to the instructor in his business communication course and told her about the technical writing and short story classes he had taken with me. He also told her about my experiences working as a technical writer in the financial services industry. She seemed interested and asked if I might be able and willing to talk to their class sometime. He continued:

"I know it might not be possible, but if you could do it, we could see each other. I don't think the college would pay for the trip, but it's not a bad drive, and I would be willing to chip in on the hotel if you are able to do it."

Reading this made me excited. It was an intriguing idea. I didn't have a fixed routine during the summer, and it wasn't that unusual for professors to be invited to speak to classes at other institutions. It might even help me in the service to my discipline part of the tenure application. I don't think my wife or Noah would be terribly upset if I were away for a night or two on business, especially after a few weeks of being together at the lake.

It made me smile that Justin was offering to help pay for the hotel. I would be able to cover it, and I still had a stash of hotel points from when I traveled for a lot for work and the occasional stay when attending an academic conference. This wouldn't be a glamorous destination by any means, so I don't think I would be accused of going on a junket. I knew the class met on Monday and Wednesday evenings. Maybe I could drive over on a Monday and go home Tuesday...or Wednesday.

As usual, I was getting ahead of myself, but I couldn't help it. I wasn't sure how to reply, so I just typed what came to my mind:

"Dear Justin,
Thank you for that beautiful picture. That's great news about the invitation. Of course I would be happy to speak to your class. I could be available to do it as early as two weeks from now for a Wednesday night, but any time after that should be fine. And don't worry about the hotel. I still have lots of hotel points I can use. It would be great to see you again, so I hope we can make this happen.
Matt"

Before sending, I took a picture of the shadow I was casting on the lake and inserted it into the email.

The rest of our time at the lake was peaceful, and it flew quickly. I was conflicted because I didn't want our time with Dalton to come to an end, but I was excited about the prospect of speaking to Justin's class...and doing more with him. I felt badly that there was this little part of me that wanted the family time to come to an end so I could spend time with Justin, Brett, or both. It was selfish, and it could cause problems if I weren't careful.

Our last Thursday morning at the lake, I checked my email and there was one from Justin from the night before. He said that the following Wednesday evening would work if it worked for me. I felt a surge of energy go through me.

"Dear Justin:
Excellent! I will check on hotels when I get a chance. What day should I drive over? Tuesday? Wednesday? Depending on what I find looking for hotels, I could drive over one of those days and spend one or two nights. That would allow us more time together. Would we have any time together those evenings?
Matt"

I was pretty sure I knew what the answer was, but I didn't want to take anything for granted.

It was tough for me to get into my writing routine this morning. I was going to see Justin again in less than a week. I checked my email again, on the off chance that he might already be awake. Nothing. I decided to send a picture of myself at the lake and send it to Brett. I had not sent him any pictures to him. I took one similar to the one I had sent Justin the prior week, except the sun had been up a little longer, and I was wearing a pink polo shirt. Within a minute of sending it, I received a text:

Brett: ur looking good
Me: Thank you. How are you this morning?
Brett: doing ok. glad the weekend almost here
Brett: when r u coming back?
Me: We're driving home on Saturday.
Brett: so just two more days
Brett: i know u will miss it there
Me: Yeah, but I am ready to get home.

I didn't tell him why I was suddenly more excited to get home. His next reply was a picture. His hair was out of place, and his five-o-clock shadow had turned into a short beard.

Me: I like the beard...and the hair.
Brett: im headed into the shower
Brett: think i should keep the beard?
Me: Yeah, for sure! But I like you with or without it.
Brett: its itchy as fuck!
Me: It will be for a few more days.
Brett: i better shower and get dressed
Brett: i look forward to seeing u again
Me: Me too. Have a great day!

Should I tell Brett about seeing Justin again next week? I had been open with him about seeing Justin, and it might be more of a problem if I didn't tell him. I still had some time before deciding. I checked my email one more time, and there was a reply from Justin:

"Dear Matt,
It's up to you. I just want you here and to be with you! If you drive over on Wednesday, I might be able to get Thursday off. That way, we can have the whole day together if you're able to stay another night. Let me know as soon as you decide!
Brett"

This development helped me decide I should drive over on Wednesday and drive back Friday morning. I just needed to check hotels. I searched using the Hilton app, and there was a Hampton Inn less than three miles from the community college. The rates were reasonable whether I paid or used points, so I replied to Justin and told him I would be there on Wednesday afternoon and stay until Friday. I also sent a picture of myself smiling.

Justin sent a one-word reply: "Yay!"

It summed up my feelings, too.

This is so well written!!

 

[matt60606]

This is so well written!!

Thank you. I love my readers!

Next part will be ready by Friday or Saturday at the latest.

 

[matt60606]

Part 46 - Justin (and Brett)

Every now and then, I had to remind myself that the body pressed next to mine was Justin's, the cock in my mouth was Justin's, and the mouth sucking my cock was Justin's. The first time he and I were together was wonderful, but it seemed as though something was missing. It's not that I didn't enjoy it; it was something I had wanted for so long that I had probably created unreasonable expectations. Maybe I had been unfair expecting sex with Justin that first time to be better than sex with Brett. In no way was it disappointing, or worse than sex with Brett. It was different, but so were the situations. Sex with Brett had evolved into attraction to him; attraction to Justin had evolved into sex with him.

So this time, I had no expectations...just a desire to feel my skin next to Justin's, to take in his manly, musky smell, and to make love to him. I had fallen in love with Justin before I even had any clue that he might be attracted to me, much less to men in general. The process with Brett had been more gradual, but what I felt for him was love. Was I going to fall in love with every man I had sex with?

There was no way I could answer that question, but my feelings for Justin had grown even stronger on this day, and I sensed those feelings were mutual. As we sucked each other, I would sense when he was getting close, and I would back off a little so we could enjoy this feeling longer. He did the same when I got close, and as we pleasured each other, I longed to kiss him. It was difficult to end the 69 session, but it was even more difficult to resist enjoying the feeling of his lips pressed against mine. The need to kiss him was so strong that I pushed Justin's mouth off my cock as I stopped sucking his, and in one motion flipped myself around so we were lying next to each other, face to face. My left hand caressed his arm as I moved in for a kiss, and he met me with his lips. Our tongues entered each other's mouths, not in an aggressive way, but gently. We shared the kiss for a while, before stopping to look in each other's eyes.

"I love tasting my cock on your lips and tongue," Justin said to me.

"I never imagined I would suck your cock, kiss you, or have you suck me," I said, "And now that we are doing it, again; it seems so natural."

We kissed once more, but this time we were interrupted by his phone beeping. He moved away. "Time to text mom," he said.

"Is it already 11?" I asked.

"Almost," he said.

"I guess I should text my wife too," I said. "She might want to talk."

"I understand," he said. "I'll be very quiet if she does."

I texted my wife, telling her I had just returned to the hotel and was exhausted. I saw Justin texting his mom, and said, "Don't slip up and call me Matt in the text, OK?"

Justin finished the text and said, "You know, when I was planning this, I wasn't sure you would be OK with me spending the night."

"I never really thought about the possibility because I thought you'd need to go home," I said, "But when I saw you this afternoon, and when we got back here after class, I knew I wouldn't want you to leave. Not tonight." I reached over and rubbed his chest and looked at him as he finished the text.

He put his phone aside and asked, "Have you ever spent the night with another man?"

I wasn't expecting this question. My mind raced; I couldn't lie to Justin.

"Yes," I said. "Once. How about you?"

"No," he said. "Did you enjoy it?"

"I did. It wasn't planned," I said, "We just fell asleep after, and the next thing I knew it was morning."

"Fuck!" he said, "Did you get in trouble with your wife?"

"No, she was away with our son for the weekend," I said.

Justin took a few seconds before replying. "So this was pretty recent?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "How did you know?"

"I figured it was after your older son went away for school if only one son was with your wife," he said. "Am I right?" he asked with a satisfied look on his face.

"Yep," I said, and Justin made a triumphant punch in the air. He was so cute that I almost forgot what we were talking about. Thankfully Justin didn't ask me any more questions about my previous sleepover, but there was something I still wanted to ask him. I wanted to find the best way to get there.

"I hope you didn't mind me playing with your hole earlier," I said.

"Oh hell no!" he said, "I loved it. Why would you think I would mind?"

"You seemed very sensitive there," I replied. "I wanted to make sure I wasn't forcing anything."

"Oh Matt," he said as he cuddled up next to me, "You remember earlier tonight when I said I would do anything for you? I meant it. If it makes you feel good, it makes me feel good too."

My mind flashed back to earlier in the evening when he was naked and on his knees, looking up at me with those hungry eyes. Before I could reply to him, my phone rang.

"Perfect timing," I said sarcastically as Justin smiled. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom while I mouthed "Thank you" to him and answered the phone.

My wife told me she had been getting ready for bed when I texted earlier and had just settled in under the covers. I told her I had done the same. She asked me how the presentation went, and I told her about the class, the topics I had covered, and other things I knew would bore her. Then she asked what the schedule was for the next day, and I told her it was pretty flexible, and that I would probably head to campus around 10. I changed the subject by asking about Noah's job search, and she said he had found a few possible leads. After that, we just made the usual small talk and eventually ended the conversation.

"I'm done," I yelled, and I heard the bathroom door open.

Justin playfully peeked around the corner before joining me back on the bed and cozying up next to me. I put my right arm around him and pulled him closer to me. He looked up at me and I caressed his buzzed head.

"Does it feel weird?" he asked. "I mean, talking to your wife while I am in the other room."

I thought briefly before replying: "I'm not sure. I know I should feel guilty, but I don't."

Justin put his hand on my belly and rubbed it. "I was just asking," he said, "because I felt weird lying to my mom in the text. I wish I could just be honest with her and my dad about my feelings for men."

I kissed the top of Justin's head and said, "I wish you could be honest with them, too. I wish I could be honest, but I can't risk losing my wife and sons."

"I know how much they mean to you, Matt," he said. "The way you talked about them in class, I could feel that." Justin shifted himself up in the bed so we were lying next to each other.

He continued, "I remember at the beginning of last semester, you were talking about your older son, Dalton, right?"

I nodded, and Justin continued, "You talked about having Dalton home for the holidays, and how good it was to spend time with him. I saw this look in your eye, and it made me feel like I wanted to..." He hesitated.

"Do what?" I said.

"To do this," Justin said. "To be here like this with you."

"I think I wanted to be here like this with you every time I saw you," I said as I leaned over and kissed him.

"I always felt a connection to you," he said as he stroked my beard as my head rested on his shoulder, "But I didn't have any idea you were into guys."

"Good," I chuckled, "because I was afraid I was being obvious with the way I looked at you in class and at the fitness center."

"It took me a while to pick up on that," he said.

"I'm glad you did," I said, "I honestly had no idea you were attracted to men. Or that you would be attracted to me too."

Justin kissed me before I could say anything else. Then he moved his face down my torso, kissing my pecs and belly before taking my cock in his mouth. As he did, he climbed on top of me so his ass was in my face. He was presenting that big, beautiful, fuzzy ass to me, and I didn't hold back. I caressed those hairy cheeks with my hands. By the way his sucking became more eager, I could tell my touch was exciting him, and that made me more hungry for his ass. I spread his cheeks apart and felt him tremble as I did. I leaned my head forward and licked his hole from bottom to top, then again, and again, getting a little more forceful each time. Each lick elicited a more pronounced reaction from Justin.

I shifted my hands back so they were cupping his cheeks again, and I massaged them. My thumbs moved closer and closer to his hole, until they were massaging it. After they massaged it for a while, they spread his hole apart slightly, just enough for the tip and a little more of my tongue to penetrate him. I could tell he was tight, incredibly tight, and his reaction to my tongue suggested this was a new sensation for him.

He had given me his hole, and as much as I wanted to fuck him, I also didn't want to hurt him. There was no way that tight hole was going to take more than an index finger, much less a hard cock, without some serious pain being involved. Besides, I couldn't imagine anything more overwhelming than what I was feeling now. As my tongue gradually got deeper inside Justin's hole, all of the other sensations became more intense. I felt his hairy chest rubbing against my hairy belly, his lips around the shaft of my cock, his throat struggling to take the head of my cock without gagging, and his occasional moan as my tongue toyed with his hole.

We were totally consumed by each other. I felt the energy surging from me to him and back to me. I wanted to cum, but I didn't want this to end. At the same time, I was anticipating what was about to happen, and I didn't want to stop it.

"I'm really close," I said as I pulled my face out of his ass.

His dedicated moan spoke to my subconscious. I rammed my tongue as far as I could into his hole. I heard him moan deeper as his sucking quickened. His cock pushed hard against my chest, and as I felt myself at the edge, I reached forward and grabbed Justin's head with both hands as I began to shoot. His tongue caressed my cock after the first shot and milked out more. His mouth kept milking me when there was nothing left to milk, and my cock was too sensitive for that. But by now, his weight had shifted totally on me, and I was unable to stop him. His body and cock rubbed against mine as I struggled, and he held down my hands. Before I realized what was happening, Justin's moans grew even deeper and his cock exploded. Our torsos smeared the load on each other as our movements slowly came to a stop.

Justin hesitated a bit before lifting himself off me and turning around to face me. He had a smile on his face as he got off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I heard the water running and could barely hear the sound of him pissing, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing. Shortly after that, the water stopped and he returned with a wet hand towel. He had wiped himself off and then did the same to me, gently cleaning my cum-sticky belly with the warm towel.

When he finished, he put the towel aside and kissed me before putting his head on my shoulder. Feeling him next to me, the warmth of his body, and his breath on my chest was relaxing and arousing at the same time. I stroked the side of his face as I looked at the top of his head and his sexy body. I still had a hard time believing this was happening. I couldn't understand why he was as much into me as I was into him.

"What do you see in me, Justin?" I asked.

Justin kissed my cheek gently, before asking, "What do you mean?"

"You're handsome, sexy, smart," I said. "You could probably have any man you wanted. Or woman. What can you possibly see in a married man who is more than twice your age?"

Justin rolled on top of me. His face was inches from mine as our chests pressed together.

"You make me feel like I really am all those things," he said before kissing me. Then he continued, "When I got to college, I felt stupid and began to think I wasn't good enough to make it. I felt like I didn't belong, and my grades showed it."

I embraced him while he was on top of me. "Oh Justin, you are all those things," I said as I rubbed his back, "but what does that have to do with me?"

"You didn't make me feel stupid," he said, "and you always had time for me when I had a question or I wanted to talk."

Before I could say anything, he continued.

"And you mentioned that first time we saw each other at the fitness center," he said. "I remember that cold afternoon too. I remember how you knew my name. That meant a lot to me."

"You looked so sexy in that tight white tank top," I said.

Justin smiled. "I had no idea you even noticed it," he said. "All I knew was that you knew my name, and that made me want to go to your class. I felt a connection to you, and I didn't know what it was."

"I felt connected to you, Justin," I said. "And even though I didn't know you that well, I missed you while you were away. It's like there was something missing, and when I got that email about writing a recommendation for you to come back, I got so excited."

"I didn't even think you would remember me," Justin said.

"I never forgot about you," I said.

"I never forgot you either," he said before kissing me softly on the lips. "Like I said, I felt a connection to you."

Justin slid to my left and I rolled in that direction; we were on our sides, facing each other.

"I hope this doesn't sound creepy," he said, "I felt such a strong connection to you that I thought maybe." He hesitated, "I thought maybe you were my birth father."

I didn't know what to say.

"I kind of hoped you were," he continued.

I'm not sure what my expression was. Whatever it was, it must have concerned Justin.

"I'm sorry, Matt," he said, his voice cracking. "I shouldn't have said that."

I pulled him closer to me, "No Justin," I said as my eyes got a little misty, "Don't apologize. It's OK, I just wasn't expecting that." I held him as tight as I could.

He embraced me tightly in return. "This is what I wanted," he said, "for you to hold me like this and tell me everything was going to be OK."

"Everything is going to be OK, Justin," I said softly.

"You were the smartest person I'd ever known," he said, "Still are, and I thought if you were my birth father, I'd have your brains, that I'd be as smart as you. That way, I would be able to be a good student."

"You ARE a good student," I said as I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

"I know I am now," I heard him say from the bed while I pissed. "Wait, maybe you ARE my birth dad," he said in an excited voice.

"Don't even joke about that," I yelled as I washed my hands. I knew it wasn't possible because he would have been conceived in 1991, maybe 1992. I got married to my wife in 1991 and had not had sex with anyone besides her for at least a year before that. And I'm pretty sure I would have noticed if she had been pregnant while we were together.

I walked back into the bedroom and saw him already under the covers. I quickly joined him and kissed him before scooting him over on his side so I could spoon him. As I embraced him with his back against my torso, his ass was teasing my cock. My hands roamed across his torso, and I kissed his neck and ear.

I briefly turned away from Justin to turn off the bedside light. We were alone in the dark room, under the covers, with my body wrapped around his. I kissed him again before whispering in his ear, "I can't wait to wake up next to you tomorrow morning."

 

[william1]

Fabulous writing, you can feel the love emanating between them !

 

[matt60606]

Part 47 - Justin and Brett

I awoke briefly during the night, feeling Justin's body next to mine, wondering if this was a dream or real. I think the reason I fell back to sleep so quickly was because I didn't want it to end, if it was a dream.

The next time I awoke, the sun was up. Justin was still asleep. He had turned onto his side so he was facing me. He looked so peaceful. It was an expression I had never seen on his face. I couldn't resist touching him. I lightly stroked his beard, and looked at him. It brought back memories from a few months earlier when I woke up next to Brett and how protective I felt of him. I felt the same way about Justin, especially after what he told me the night before. At first it was kind of weird when he told me he had imagined I was his birth father, but after sleeping on it, I realized what a compliment it was. Even more than the idea that he had imagined it, the fact that he felt comfortable enough to tell me about it demonstrated a level of comfort with me, a level of trust in me that made me feel even more protective of him.

I lay there next to Justin for I don't know how long, watching him sleep and listening to him breathe. When he turned onto his back, I saw him stir to life and his eyes slowly begin to open. I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead and cupped his face with my hand.

"Good morning," I said as I looked into his light brown eyes.

Justin didn't say anything; he just smiled. I smiled in return, and our mouths moved close to each other. Before we could kiss, I turned my head away slightly.

"Um, if you've never kissed anyone after you just woke up," I said, "this might not be as pleasant as you think it's going to be."

Justin laughed, and he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to his. As we kissed, I moved on top of him. Somehow, I had not noticed how hard I was until my cock dragged across his body. His cock was erect as well, and I could feel it throb under the weight of my body. The feelings we felt for each other the night before were back even stronger.

After we kissed, Justin asked, "How long have you been awake?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "I was watching you sleep, thinking about how nice it was to wake up next to you." I gave him a light kiss on the lips.

"You fell asleep before I did last night," Justin replied, "I felt so comfortable falling asleep in your arms. It was like nothing else in the world mattered. It was just the two of us." He reached up and rubbed my beard as we looked at each other.

"I know the feeling," I said. "I woke up once during the night, a little disoriented, but when I realized where I was, and who I was with, I was happy. I'm glad you were able to sleep over; it was an unexpected pleasure."

Justin put his arms behind his head, exposing his armpits. I slowly inhaled his scent, the one I first enjoyed from the hand towel he used as bait at the fitness center. It still excited me as much as it did when I first inhaled it from that towel. My face slowly moved to the pit that was farther away from me, and I took a deep breath. I loved the way Justin smelled. There was nothing nasty or raunchy about it; it was just natural. The pheromones or whatever always made me want him more, just like that towel in the changing room did. That musky aroma was the reason my face ended up completely planted in the pit, eagerly inhaling and licking it.

"Don't get me too excited before I have to go home to shower and change," he said.

I had forgotten that Justin needed to go home after falling asleep on "my sofa." I didn't want to let him go, even for the time it would take him to shower and change, but I knew he would probably have questions to answer. I didn't want to complicate that even more.

"Make sure your parents know that I insisted you stay because of the beers," I said, "and that you slept over there," pointing at the sofa.

Justin smiled, "I've got that covered," he said. Then he nodded toward the sofa. "See how I bundled up my shirt and pants last night? I'll tell them I slept in my clothes in case they ask, but I don't think they will. As far as I know, they don't suspect anything about me, and they sure as hell don't suspect anything about you."

"Good," I said with a smile. "Maybe you can figure out a way to spend tonight here too."

"I'm already working on it," he said with a sly look on his face. He kissed me and nudged me off the top of him so he could go to the bathroom. As he walked away, I looked at my phone. It still wasn't 7 a.m. so my wife probably wasn't awake yet.

Justin walked back into the room and started to dress himself. My eyes were fixed on him. I hated seeing him get dressed again, but I was looking forward to him coming back to me.

"So what do you have planned for me after you get back?" I asked.

"You know," he said as he tucked his shirt tails into the waist of his khahis, "I really haven't thought about much other than coming back here and picking up where we left off last night."

"I'm fine with that," I said, stating what was obvious to both of us, "But I told my wife I would be touring the facilities at the community college."

Justin chuckled, "I think you saw everything, but I could show you around some other parts of town. There's not much to see, so it won't take long."

"At least it will get us out of the room long enough for housekeeping," I said, "and we can grab breakfast when you get back."

Justin finished putting on his shoes, walked to the bed, and grasped my balls, "These are what I want to grab." He continued to hold them and slightly caress my throbbing cock as he leaned over to kiss me. "I'll be back soon."

"Before you leave," I said, "I have something else for you to grab."

Justin smiled and said, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," I replied as I pointed to the dresser, "take one of those key cards so you can let yourself back in...just in case I am in the shower when you get back."

Justin nodded, grabbed one of the cards, and walked out the door.

He had not even been gone for a minute, but all I could think about was seeing him again. I rolled over and smelled the spot in the bed where he had been. I felt comfortable in that spot. I was so comfortable that I was about to fall asleep again, until my phone rang. I grabbed it from the bedside table and saw it was my wife, so I composed myself.

"Good morning," I said.

"Hey," she replied, "I kept expecting a wake-up call from you."

"I decided I'd let you sleep past seven," I replied, and then added, "as usual."

She laughed and we talked about what I had planned for the day, what she had planned, and a little more about Noah's job search from the day before. After we ran out of small talk, she said she needed to get dressed. I told her I was going to go downstairs for coffee, which was true, and then get dressed. I told her I loved her and to give my love to Noah, and we hung up.

Justin's presence had faded from his spot on the bed, so I got up to use the bathroom and brush my teeth before throwing on yesterday's clothes and going downstairs for coffee. I was greeted sweetly by a lady in the breakfast room who was happy to show me what was in each of the chafing dishes. I thanked her and stopped at the coffee dispensers while she moved to the waffle iron and explained how it worked. I promised I would let her know if I needed anything and took my coffee back to my room.

When I got back to the room, I heard my phone ding. "Damn," I thought to myself, "did I live my phone in here?"

I put the coffee down and walked over to the bedside table. There were a few texts, all from Brett:

Brett: soooooo hows it going??
Brett: hmmm must b really good!!
Brett: r u ok?
Brett: i think i texted the wrong # sorry

The last one was our agreed text if I never answered, in case my wife ever got to my phone before I did. I wanted to make sure he knew I was OK:

Me: Hey!
Me: Sorry! I was downstairs getting coffee and forgot my phone.
Brett: whew! i was getting worried!!
Brett: i was wondering if justin was a serial killer or if u had a heart attack when u came
Me: Nope on neither, at least not yet!
Me: It does sound like you have the beginnings of an interesting short story, though.
Brett: i was just thinking about another scenario when u didnt answer.....
Brett: a married man has a heart attack while having sex with his male student.....
Brett: and while hes unconscious in the hospital his concerned wife sees texts from his other fuckbuddy
Me: Nah, nobody would ever believe it.
Brett: yeah who would believe a story like that??

This back and forth with Brett almost made me forget about where I was, what I was doing here, and who I had been doing it with. Maybe for a few seconds.

Me: Anyway, last night was great.

I felt weird talking to Brett about this, but he knew why I was here.

Brett: did u fuck him??
Me: I wanted to, but I could tell his ass was too tight.
Brett: too tight for ur skinny cock??
Me: You mean the one that made you cum without jacking yourself?

There was no instant comeback. This was uncharacteristic of Brett.

Me: Are you there?
Brett: i was thinking about u being deep inside me
Brett: that feeling when i knew u were about to shoot ur load
Brett: u remember how good that felt dont u?? my bare ass milking that load out of ur bare cock

Brett had done the impossible. He had made me forget about that Justin would be back soon.

Me: Careful. If you keep saying that, I might rape Justin when he gets back.
Brett: maybe i want u to rape him
Brett: u do want his ass dont u?
Me: Yes
Brett: then go for it unless he doesnt want it
Me: No, that's not it. I think he does want it.
Brett: then take it!!
Me: But he's so tight.
Brett: look matt
Brett: the keys to unlocking that ass are getting him to relax and getting him to trust u
Me: I tried to relax him by eating his ass.
Brett: when u do it again think about how ur tongue is gonna get that ass ready for ur cock
Brett: and how its gonna feel when that tight hole clenches ur cock once u get in there
Brett: and how hes gonna pull u in deeper and deeper

I was jacking my cock reading this, and thinking about how it would feel to be deep inside Justin, but I knew I needed to save it for Justin.

Me: OK, I think I'm going to have to take a cold shower now! LOL
Brett: take a hot one
Brett: dont kill this energy u have going
Me: You have a point there.
Me: Do you still think you will have a break sometime next week?
Brett: yep will let u know
Me: Please do. I miss you.
Brett: im glad u miss me while ur thinking about justins ass
Brett: lol!!!

Brett had a point, and I didn't know how to reply.

Brett: i miss u too matt

This made me feel better.

Me: I hope we can make it work. I better take that hot shower now.
Brett: go get dat ass!!!
Brett:

 

[bravenewgirl]

This is so hot! Can’t wait to read more.

 

[matt60606]

Part 48 - Justin (and Brett)

I turned on the water in the shower so it could get hot enough to keep my hormones raging until Justin returned. Not that I needed any more motivation than Justin himself, but my text exchange with Brett had gotten me so worked up that I couldn't wait for Justin to return.

I didn't know Justin's timetable for the morning. I just knew he said he would be back soon, but I wasn't sure what that meant. He could be back at any moment, or it could be later in the morning. I was so steamed up thinking about him that I had not noticed how steamy the bathroom had gotten. I stepped in and closed the shower door behind me. The water was a little hotter than I wanted, so I tried to regulate the temperature by turning the handle slightly to the right. Then it wasn't hot enough. It took some fiddling, but I finally managed to make the water hot enough but not so hot it burned my skin.

I stood there, head down, eyes closed as the water streamed down my body to the floor of the shower. Between the warmth of the water and the thoughts of Justin, my cock was totally erect. I played with it a little before continuing with and finishing my shower. I dried off and hung the towel on a hook on the door before walking into the room. Before my eyes could adjust from the bright light of the bathroom to the dim filtered light of the room, I saw Justin standing there.

"Hey boss," he said with a playful smile. "Look familiar?"

He was wearing the white tank top, the same one that had awakened feelings inside me a few years earlier. I smiled and nodded. I couldn't believe he had done this for me. His chest filled the tank top, and I could see his nipples through the stretchy polyester fabric. I walked over to him and softly touched my right hand against his left pec. I could feel his heart beating. I moved my hand across his chest, then to the arm opening and wandered through the furry flesh to his broad shoulder. My left hand did the same with the other shoulder. As my hands massaged Justin's shoulders, my eyes moved downward to the black mesh jock he was wearing.

"I hope you were wearing more than this when you came up to the room," I said as my left hand moved to the bulge in the jock.

Justin laughed, and, despite my efforts to keep a serious look on my face, I laughed too.

"Nah," Justin said after he finished his laugh. 'I wore these under my shirt and shorts. I was going to save this for later in the day, but when I heard the shower going I thought I would greet you like this when you finished.

"I'll never forget seeing you in this shirt at the fitness center," I said as my hand moved from his cock, up his torso, to the side of his face. "I felt things, things I didn't really understand."

Justin put his arms around me and pulled me close to him.

"I felt things too, Matt," Justin said softly. "I didn't understand them either, but I wanted to."

Even though we had been intimate twice before, hearing him say this was overwhelming. It wasn't really what he was saying, but the way he was saying it. And the way his arms caressed my back was almost hypnotic.

He continued, "Like I told you, I didn't think about you sexually because you were married, but I felt connected to you."

I moved my face into Justin's neck and kissed it. Then I moved my mouth to his left ear and whispered into it: "I felt connected to you, too, and I still do."

Justin tilted his head and kissed me. Then he took my face in his hands and said, "I want you to make love to me, Matt,"

Hearing him say this made my already-hard cock even harder. Before I could respond, he continued, "But I'm starving and I am sure you are too. Let's go get some breakfast!"

I was hungry, but not for breakfast. I was already horned past the point of no return. "Breakfast can wait," I said as I took the bottom of the tank top in my hands and started to pull it up. Justin gently grabbed my hands and shook his head.

"No," he said. "I've thought about how I want this to happen. I want us to spend today together and enjoy each other's company. Who knows when we will get this chance again?"

As eager as I was to make love to Justin, I also realized that this might be his first time as a bottom. It was important for him to be relaxed and comfortable with the situation. I nodded and released the shirt and he released my hands. He put his hands on my shoulders, kissed me, smiled, and said, "Thank you." Then he moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "You'll be glad we waited. Now get dressed!"

I dressed while he threw on a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. After I checked my hair and then decided to wear a baseball cap instead of fooling with it, we gave each other a strong embrace and kiss before heading off to breakfast.

Our first stop wasn't really a stop as much as a drive through the community college campus.

"Now you can say you've seen the whole thing," he said as we drove out the other entrance. He was right; I had seen most of it the night before. He continued driving, past a sign that marked the city limits, and then for another 10 minutes until we stopped at a place that looked like a combination truck stop and general store.

"Are you trying to drive far enough away so nobody will see us together?" I asked, in a joking but almost serious way.

"Nah," he said, "this place rules. Besides, it's not like I know everybody back there," as he nodded in the direction we had just come from.

We walked in and seated ourselves at a booth that overlooked the parking lot. The customers were an interesting mix of truckers, travelers, and couples having quiet conversations. A woman walked over to our booth and placed a couple of large plastic menus on the table with one hand as she held a carafe in the other.

"You fellas want some coffee?" she said as she held the carafe slightly higher and looked at us?

"Yes ma'am," Justin said as he turned over the cup to his right. I nodded and did the same.

"I'll give you boys a couple of minutes to decide what you want," she said as she walked away.

"So what do you recommend?" I asked Justin as I opened the menu.

"I dunno," he said. "It's my first time here."

"Wait!" I said, "I thought you said you had been here."

"No," he said with that cute smile of his, "I said the place rules, or so I hear."

I couldn't tell if he was being serious or just fucking with me. The look in his eyes could have been either, so I smirked at him and looked at the menu.

"I hear the biscuits and gravy are good," he said, "but I'm more in the mood for sausage. How about you?"

I felt his foot against mine. I decided to play along and motioned toward the display case on the bar and said, "I'd love a couple of buns."

He seemed pleased with my response, but before he could reply, the waitress was back.

"So what's it going to be?" she said as she smiled, first at me, then at Justin.

I ordered the country breakfast which seemed to be a little of everything, and Justin ordered the same. As the waitress walked away, I looked around at the other customers. While there were some truckers at the bar and a family at a table, most of the other booths were occupied by couples having quiet conversations, drinking coffee. Because it was what I did, my mind started composing stories subconsciously.

"What are you thinking about?" Justin said.

His question snapped me out of my thoughts. "That couple over there," I said softly as I looked over Justin's left shoulder. He discreetly looked over his shoulder in their general direction.

"You mean the guy in the sportcoat and the brown-haired lady?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"They're planning a surprise birthday party for her sister, his wife," he said, matter of factly.

My smile told him I was impressed by his imagination. "That's their story if anyone sees them," I said, "but there's something between them."

Justin glanced over his shoulder again, "Keeping it in the family," he said, "that could get complicated."

I took a sip of my coffee. "I don't think anything that could happen between them could be any more complicated than my life," I said.

Justin gave me a concerned look. "I know," he said. "I'm sorry I've done that to you."

"No Justin," I said. "Don't apologize. I don't regret anything you and I have done. Besides, things were complicated already. They were complicated before we did anything."

Before Justin could ask what I meant, the waitress came along with two huge plates of eggs, potatoes, and meats. After she set them down, she told us she would be back with toast and more coffee.

As soon as she walked away, Justin asked, "How were things already complicated...before...."

"It's a long story," I said.

Our waitress delivered plates of toast and topped off our coffee and asked if we needed any hot sauce, ketchup, or whatever before Justin thanked her and she left.

"I love long stories, especially yours," Justin said. Then he looked at our plates and continued, "Anyway, I don't think we're going anywhere soon."

"OK, but this one is true," I said.

"Even better," he said as he put a fork of food in his mouth.

"OK, remember that afternoon when we talked at the bar and grill, after the girls left?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course," he replied.

"That was the first time we talked, away from campus," I said. "I didn't want it to end."

"Neither did I," he said.

"That was the first time I thought that maybe there was something between us, that maybe you wanted the same thing I did," I said, choosing my words carefully, in case somebody might be able to hear us.

"Oh, I did," Justin said with a seductive look in his eyes.

"But I wasn't sure," I said, "and I knew it couldn't happen." Then I lowered my voice to something slightly above a whisper. "I ached for you."

Justin gave me a warm smile.

"My wife and Noah were away, so I planned to," again, lowering my voice, "pleasure myself while I fantasized about you."

"I like this story," Justin said. "Go on!"

"So I got started with some porn," I said, "but none of the guys were as hot as you." This brought a big smile to Justin's face. I continued, "I knew I couldn't have you, but my need was overwhelming, so I...." I hesitated.

"You what?" Justin asked.

"I needed someone, a hot younger man," I said sheepishly, "so I looked on Craigslist."

"Damn, you really must have been..." he said as he gave me a suggestive look.

"I was," I said, "and I was also a bit apprehensive, but I wanted to find out what it was like to be with a man, a younger man. Someone like you."

"So did you?" he asked.

"Yes." There was something exhilarating about telling Justin this. "I almost gave up," I said, "But just as I was about to leave Craigslist, I saw an ad for massage. He advertised himself as a young male masseur, and I contacted him."

"And?" Justin asked.

"He replied," I said, "We exchanged a few emails and I went to his place."

"Damn," he said. "So what happened after you got there? What was he like?"

"A couple of years older than you, dark hair, muscular body and smooth," I said, "He showed me to his massage room, told me to undress and get on the table."

"Was he naked too?" Justin asked in a voice loud enough to be heard a couple of tables over.

"Not at first," I replied.

"But he did?"

"Yes," I said. "At some point I realized he was, and after the massage was over, we moved to the bed."

"What happened then?" he asked as he smiled. I felt his leg rubbing against mine under the table.

"He sucked me, and then I sucked him," I said.

"Wow," he said, "That was your first time?"

"Yes."

"I wish it could have been me," he said as our eyes locked.

"Well," I said, and then hesitated before I continued, "My desire for you was the reason it happened."

"How did you feel afterward?" he asked.

"That was the weird part," I said. "It was the first time I had done anything with anyone besides my wife since before we got married, but I didn't feel guilty. And, on some level, it was a relief for these feelings I had been having to be validated."

Justin smiled in an understanding way and asked, "So have you been back for more massages?"

"Yes," I said, "and no."

Justin looked puzzled.

I explained to Justin that Brett and I exchanged a couple of emails and how I ended up at his place again the next night. I told him about the pizza, the pot, and the mutual oral session that followed.

"Sounds like a hot night," Justin said. "I really, REALLY wish it could have been me."

"It was, in a sense," I said.

"How so?" he asked.

"When I came while he was sucking me," I explained, "I, um, yelled your name."

A big smile came to his face. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope," I said. "I didn't realize it until Brett, that's his name, Brett, pointed it out after."

"Damn," Justin said, "How did he react to that?"

"He was cool about it," I said. "He wanted to know who Justin was, so I told him about how Justin was one of my students, and how attracted I was to him, and how I had all these feelings and desires for Justin, for you, that I would never be able to express."

Justin smiled and probably would have put his hand on mine had the waitress not come to our booth just as he began to reach over.

"Everything OK with your breakfast?" she said. I noticed that I had hardly touched mine, and Brett had barely made more progress on his.

"Yeah, fine," I said. "I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach. We're ready for the check when you get a chance."

Brett agreed, and she placed a piece of paper on the table and walked away.

"So how is this complicated?" Justin asked as I grabbed a couple of bills from my billfold to pay the check.

"How is it not?" I said.

Justin shrugged. "You tell me," he said.

"I love my wife and sons," I said, "and I don't want to lose them."

"I know that," he said.

"And I have strong feelings for you," I said. "I don't know what to call them."

Justin gave me a reassuring smile, "You don't have to call them anything," he said. "I have the same feelings for you, Matt."

"But," I said as I glanced away slightly, "I have feelings for Brett, too."

"I understand that, Matt," Justin said. "I know this is tough for you; it's confusing. I don't have a wife and kids, but it's confusing for me too."

This reminded me that I knew nothing about Justin's process of expressing his feelings for men. He had told me I was not his first, but I also knew his parents didn't know about those feelings.

Before I could say anything else, Justin continued, "I just want to spend as much time with you as I can. I don't have any expectations about where things will go or where they won't go."

I nodded, and before I could say anything, Justin began to slide out of the booth.

"Let's get out of here, OK?" he said. I put the money and check under the empty coffee mug and followed him.

"Bye boys," the waitress yelled as we walked away. "Have a good day!"

We acknowledged her with waves and walked out of the restaurant, through the lot, to Justin's truck. When we got inside, Justin took my hand in his.

"Thank you for telling me about Brett," he said.

"I hope it doesn't bother you," I said.

"No," he said. "I mean, I guess the only thing that bothers me is that I couldn't be there for you that night, or the next one, but that would have been awkward since I was still in your class."

Justin started his truck and pulled out of the parking lot onto the highway.

"Yeah, that," I said as Justin started the truck and pulled out of the parking spot and turned onto the highway. "I don't think either one of us was ready for it then. The way it happened...it gave us a chance to decide we really wanted it."

Justin nodded in agreement as he looked at the road and said, "I know you have enough on your mind, with your family and everything. I don't want you to feel like you ever have to explain anything to me."

"Thank you," I said as I put my hand on his bare knee. "So where are we headed now?" I asked.

"There's a national forest with some trails, streams, and even a waterfall," he said. "It gets crowded on weekends with hikers but should be pretty quiet right now."

"Sounds like a good place to work off the breakfast we didn't eat," I said.

"Yeah," he said with a laugh, "considering how greasy everything was, it's probably best we didn't finish everything."

"I thought you said you heard good things about that place," I said, joking with him.

"I have," he said, "but, come to think of it, the guy who told me about it said their breakfasts were a good hangover cure."

We both laughed. "I can see that," I said.

Justin reached over and held my hand. "I'm enjoying this, Matt."

"So am I, Justin," I said. "This day has been perfect...even the breakfast."

As if on cue, my phone rang. I dug it out of my shorts pocket and looked at the screen. "It's my wife," I said.

I answered the phone, "Hey, what's up?"

"Just calling to say hi," said the voice on the other end. "I'm headed to lunch. How's your day going?"

"It's been busy," I said. "I'm on my way to lunch, too."

"So what's on the agenda for this afternoon?" she asked.

"Getting a tour around the area and then dinner," I said. "How about yours?"

"Meetings with clients, you know, my typical afternoon," she said.

"Was Noah awake when you left?" I asked.

She laughed, "What do you think?" I chuckled in response. "He texted about half an hour ago to tell me we were out of bread, so I assume he woke up around then."

"I'll give him a call," I said.

"Good," she said. "OK, I'll talk to you later. Have fun. I love you."

"I love you too," I said. "Have fun with your meetings."

I hung up and looked at Justin, "I'm sorry about the interruption, and I need to call Noah now."

"It's OK," Justin said. "I would never consider a call from or to your family an interruption."

"Thank you," I said as I called Noah.

"Besides," he said as he glanced over with a sly smile, "I know you'll make it up to me."

Noah answered.

"Hey buddy," I said, "How are things?"

"Doing ok, dad," he said, "just showered and got dressed. Gonna go for a walk. How are things with you?"

"I'm good," I said, "Been pretty busy but heading to lunch. Hey, your mom told me you had a couple of promising leads on the job front."

"Yeah," he said, "I'd like to get something if I can."

"Just keep trying," I said, "You never know."

"I will dad," he said, and then asked, "When are you going to be home?"

"I should be there early afternoon tomorrow," I said. "I'll keep you posted and maybe I can get there in time to pick you up for lunch."

"Sounds good," he said.

"OK Noah, I love you," I said.

"I love you too, dad," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone and looked over at Justin. I had been so consumed on my phone calls that I didn't notice we had turned off the highway onto a side road that went into the forest.

"I hope this doesn't sound creepy," Justin said, "but I enjoyed listening to you talk to your son."

"Compared to the thoughts I had about you when you were my student," I said, "that's not creepy."

Justin smiled, turned into a nearly empty parking lot, and parked.

"Cell coverage is pretty spotty out here," he said as got out of the truck. "I was concerned the call might drop before you finished." He grabbed a bag from behind his seat and closed the door. I closed my door and followed him.

We walked through a gate and onto a dirt trail. Pretty soon we were deep into the forest.

"I hope you know where you're going," I said.

"I do," he replied, "to a special place I have never shared with anyone. A place I always dreamed I would share with you."

Justin took my hand in his, and we walked together.

 

[william1]

Wow, so worth the wait !

 

[bravenewgirl]

Beautiful chapter. I was curious to see how you would write about when Matt would tell Justin about Brett and you did it perfectly. I’m glad Justin knew everything before he and Matt went all the way. And Brett is so amazing with all this. I wonder what would happen if Justin and Brett met one day. That would be really interesting.

 

[Uctopper]

I love the talent this author has for painting a picture with words. Everything from hot, sweaty sex to simple things like adjusting the water temperature in the shower. He places his readers right there in the scene with Matt and his lovers. I find myself thinking and fantasizing about these scenes long after I’ve finished reading each chapter.

 

[Uctopper]

Beautiful chapter. I was curious to see how you would write about when Matt would tell Justin about Brett and you did it perfectly. I’m glad Justin knew everything before he and Matt went all the way. And Brett is so amazing with all this. I wonder what would happen if Justin and Brett met one day. That would be really interesting.

I agree that it would be interesting if the boys met each other. I’m relieved that everything between the three is in the open now and Matt’s honesty didn’t make anyone jealous. I wonder if Matt is practicing for the big reveal - - telling his family. He has a lot more to lose if that happens.

 

[Adam-reborn]

Can't wait for them to make love!!

 

[matt60606]

Part 49 - Justin (and Brett)

Justin and I continued walking hand-in-hand along the path. We encountered only one other person during our walk and had enough warning to release our hold on each other's hands before he saw us. A few minutes after we had passed the other hiker, Justin grabbed my hand again with almost no notice, and we veered to the left off the path.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I asked as I walked with him. Much of our walk on the path had been slightly uphill, not enough to be challenging, but uphill. This off-the-path walk was a bit steeper.

"Don't you trust me?" he asked as we picked our way through the underbrush.

"I'd trust you with my life," I said and then continued, "which is what I think I'm doing now."

Justin laughed and said, "We're almost there."

Between the incline and underbrush, our pace slowed considerably. Then we got to what appeared to be the crest of the hill. Justin pointed ahead and to our right at what appeared to be an outcropping of rock through the trees. As we got closer, I could see it was a less-forested area, apparently because of the bedrock that was occasionally exposed.

"Around that formation," Justin said as he pointed to the outcropping.

I couldn't see what he was talking about at first. As we got closer, I saw the formation he had pointed to earlier and another one with some smaller boulders between them. Justin stepped onto one of the boulders and gave me a hand as I followed him. It was then that I saw what he had been talking about: a flat area about the size of a small room, surrounded by the boulders and rock formations, but it was exposed on the other side and looked out onto an expanse of trees as far as I could see.

"So," he said as he stood there proudly and pointed in the distance, "what do you think?"

"This is beautiful!" I said as I walked over to him and took him in my arms.

"I thought you might like it," he said. "This is my favorite spot in the world, and sharing it with you makes it even more special."

I kissed him and pulled him tighter into my embrace before asking, "How the hell did you find this place?"

"When I was younger, my parents would bring me to the forest for picnics or hikes a couple of times a month when it was warm," he said with a smile. "We would come on weekends when it was more crowded, and we would usually be down there near the stream," he said as he stepped away from me slightly and pointed to a break in the forest below us, "or closer to the waterfall over there," pointing to our left.

"Listen carefully; do you hear the waterfall?" he asked.

"I think so," I said.

"Other than that and birds," he said, "there's no other sounds around here."

"It's incredibly peaceful," I said approvingly, "but seriously, how did you find this?" I asked, pointing around to the formations.

Justin had a faraway look in his eyes. "When we would be down there," he said, "I always looked up here at these rocks. They fascinated me, and I had no idea they were this big. I was so curious about them that I told my sixth-grade science teacher about them. He said it sounded like there was a rock subsurface that had been eroded away by the elements over the years. He showed me the term in a geology book he had. It was way over my head, but it fascinated me."

I loved listening to Justin explain his fascination with the geology of the area and how he still remembered something a teacher had told him 10 years earlier. He moved away slightly to take a blanket out of the bag and spread it on the ground. We sat down next to each other looking at the forest below us, and he continued his explanation.

"The summer after my freshman year, when my parents told me I was going to have to live at home and work for the business, I felt..." he hesitated and looked at the sky before continuing, "I felt like I had lost my future and the freedom I had in college."

Hearing him say this and knowing how it affected him to think about it brought out my parental instincts. I put my right arm around his shoulder.

"One day after work, I started driving. I'm not sure where I thought I was going, but I ended up here, and I thought about the rocks. It took me a few visits before I finally figured out how to get up here. After I found this spot, I started coming here every evening after work."

"This isn't a short drive, is it?" I asked. "What is it, at least 20 minutes?"

"Fifteen if I was driving 70," he said. "I couldn't wait to get here because this was my only escape. I was full of anger at my parents. The drive and hike would help me get to a better place mentally so I could sort out my thoughts while I was here. It took me a while, but sometime during that summer, I realized my anger was misplaced. I was the one I should have been angry at. I needed to figure that out before I could decide what I had to do to get back to college."

Justin was amazingly mature for a 22-year-old, but I already knew that.

"Did your parents know where you were?" I asked.

"No," he said. "Nobody did. Just me and my thoughts. And now you." Justin turned his head and kissed my cheek. I turned my head and my lips met his. As we kissed, we leaned back on the blanket.

"After my anger went away, I started to realize how much I would miss seeing you," he said as he leaned over me and looked into my eyes. "I respected you so much, and the idea of never seeing you again...that motivated me to work my way back, no matter what it took or how long it took. Being here with you, sharing this with you...this is more than I ever allowed myself to imagine."

"It's everything I imagined," I said as I pulled Justin's face to mine and kissed him.

"You're getting me heated up, Matt," Justin said as he raised up and took off his shirt. I had forgotten he had worn the tank top underneath. He leaned back into me and kissed my neck. My right arm reached around and pulled him closer. Feeling his athletic body under the tank top was everything I had wanted. It made the moment even more special.

After we kissed a while, Justin raised up again. This time, he just looked at me lying back on the blanket. I looked up at him, and with the just-after-midday sun behind his head, he almost looked angelic.

"You might not have realized it,' he said softly, "but you inspired me. I would check out a book of short stories from the library and bring it here to read. I started with the authors you had talked about. Mark Twain, Faulker, O'Henry. Then I moved to Hemingway and Flannery O'Connor."

I was incredibly impressed and flattered hearing Justin tell me this. As an educator and a writer, knowing that I had inspired someone, especially someone in a freshman writing class, to read was the highest possible compliment. But I couldn't help myself.

"Please don't tell me you thought Flannery O'Connor was a man, and you got excited when you saw the title 'A Good Man Is Hard to Find,'" I said jokingly.

"OK," he said with a cute smile, "I won't tell you that."

I laughed and then said, "I'm sure that was a total mindfuck."

Justin laughed, and we just looked at each other. Then he sat up and looked out into the distance again. "The view from up here in the autumn was incredible," he said, "but when it started getting dark earlier, I couldn't come after work. I started working out again."

I sat up so I could be next to Justin again as he continued.

"So one evening after I started going back to the gym, there was a guy who kept looking at me," he said, "And I looked back. I had never seen him there and didn't recognize him. I didn't think anything of it, but then, the next evening, he was there again. He kept looking at me like he knew me or something."

"Did he look familiar to you?" I asked.

"No," he said, "not at all. I mean, he was good-looking, kind of a scruffy ginger, but I didn't know why he kept looking at me. So near the end of my workout, I walked by the bench press while he was resting, and he asked me if I would spot him. I did, and then he offered to spot me after his set. He introduced himself as Kyle, and he said he was a lawyer working for the company that shut down that plant I showed you last night. There were a lot of lawsuits filed by the state, city, and the union after they sought bankruptcy protection. I told him my name was Justin, and I worked in my family's business."

"Did he know you were, what, 19? 20?" I asked.

"Almost 20," Justin said, "and, no, he didn't know until he asked me if I would like to meet for a drink after the gym. I had to tell him I was 19."

"Well," I said with a smile, "that's not nearly as creepy as a 49-year-old man fantasizing about a 22-year-old stud.

"Ew, yeah," Justin said as he made a fake shudder and laughed.

"So how did he react when you told him you were 19?" I asked.

"Well, at first he apologized," Justin said, "and I told him it was cool. Then he asked me if I would like to come over to his place for a beer," Justin said.

"What did you say?"

"I hesitated," Justin said, "and he told me he didn't have anybody to hang out with except other lawyers and they were a lot older than him. I told him I understood."

"Yeah," I interrupted, "who wants to hang out with old guys?"

Justin laughed and continued, "I mean, there was no one around here I wanted to hang out with, so I said I would. He told me where he was staying and the room number..."

"It wasn't the Hampton Inn, was it?" I asked.

"No," Justin said with a laugh, "Residence Inn."

Then he continued, "So I showered at the gym and changed. I got there and he answered the door in a dress shirt and jeans. He invited me in and gave me a beer. We talked a while and he asked me about my family's business. I decided to tell him about my freshman year and how my parents didn't send me back to college."

"How old was he?" I asked.

"He was 27, said he had graduated from law school a couple of years earlier," Justin said. "He said I seemed older than 19, that he could tell I was intelligent."

"That's obvious to anyone who gets to know you," I said.

Justin kissed me before continuing. "He asked me if I had a girlfriend, and I said 'no,' so then he asked if I had one back in college. I told him I didn't have one anywhere."

"Do you think he suspected you might be into guys?" I asked.

"I don't know," Justin said, "I asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he said he didn't. I told him that made sense with him being so busy with work. And then he said he couldn't believe I didn't have a girlfriend because I was so handsome."

"Well," I said, "once again, that's pretty obvious."

Justin smiled and continued, "I thanked him, and I said the same to him and finished my beer."

"It's pretty hot hearing you describe this interaction with Kyle," I said. "I know it was even hotter as it was happening. I can only imagine your nervous energy."

"It was really intense, Matt," Justin said. "Then Kyle went to the refrigerator to get more beers, and when he got back, he asked me if I had ever heard of a bro job. I told him I had not."

"You mean when two straight guys help each other out?" I asked with a smile as I put air quotes around "straight."

"Yeah," Justin said. "I had never heard of it and didn't think straight guys did that."

"They don't," I laughed, "Just straight guys like you and me."

Justin laughed too. "Yeah, I didn't realize that at the time. He explained it to me and asked how long it had been since I got my cock sucked. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. I lied and told him I had gotten sucked by a girl I dated in college, but I never had."

"You never got sucked by a girl?" I asked.

"No," he replied. "Never have. I dated girls in high school and some when I was in college. We made out and stuff but never went that far."

I nodded and caressed his face.

"So he asked me if I would like one, a bro job." Justin took a deep breath and continued. "I did, but I didn't want to seem too eager, so I took my time replying."

"That's understandable," I said.

"He told me that if we did, nobody would ever know," Justin said, "so I said 'OK' and asked him what I needed to do. He told me just to sit back and relax."

"God," I said, "I wish I could have done that for you."

"So do I," Justin said. "So anyway, he got up from the chair and moved over next to me on the sofa. I kind of got excited feeling him there. I was also nervous and full of anticipation knowing what was about to happen. He asked if I was OK, and I told him I was. He said I should unzip my pants and take out my cock. So I unzipped and when I did, I realized I was already hard."

"That's my Justin," I said.

"I didn't want him to think I was excited about it, but at that point it was too late," Justin said, "I took out my cock, and he gently took it in his hand. I moaned, and then he jacked it a little. Every time he moved his hand on it, my body reacted and he looked at me and smiled."

My body, at least the part between my legs, was also reacting to hearing Justin tell me this.

"Then he told me that I might be more comfortable if I took off my pants," Justin said as we both smiled. "Made sense to me, so I stood up, kicked off my shoes, and took off my jeans and briefs. Before I could sit down, he said 'why don't you take off your shirt too?' so I did."

"So he got you naked," I said with a smile. "Kyle sounds like a smooth operator."

"Yeah," Justin said, "He told me just to relax and enjoy myself, and he got on his knees and started sucking me. Being naked and having him suck my cock was a crazy feeling. I thought I was going to cum right away and I told him to stop. He asked me if everything was OK, and I told him I felt like I was about to cum. He told me that he could tell it was my first time and we could take it slow. I told him I was enjoying it, and he told me it was all about my enjoyment."

"Brett told me the same thing the first time we met," I said.

"He started playing with my nipples," he said, "and that's when I realized how sensitive they were."

I reached under the opening of Justin's tank top and teased his left nipple and said, "I know."

"His hands were all over me," he said. "It felt so good."

"I know that feeling," I said. "A man's touch can be very powerful. Especially that first time after years of repressed desire."

Justin nodded, "And then he asked if I would mind if he got naked too. Again, I didn't want to seem too eager, so I just told him it was OK with me if he did. So then he stood up and took off his shirt first, then his pants. He had a beefy but toned body and a chest covered with reddish blond fur. I could see his cock bulging in his underwear, and he suggested we go to the bedroom. He walked in that direction, and I followed him. He stood next to the bed and took off his underwear. His cock was huge, like bigger than anything I had seen in porn. I could tell he was proud of it."

"The way you describe it," I said, "who wouldn't be proud of it?"

"It was that big," Justin said. "And it was surrounded by red pubes. I'm sure he could see how fascinated I was by it because he said, 'I assume you've never touched another man's cock, have you?' and I told him I had not. He told me I could touch his if I wanted to. He lay back on the bed. I couldn't believe this was happening. I touched his cock and felt it throb in my hand, and I started jacking it slowly. It felt so good. And then he asked me if I had ever wanted to suck another guy's cock. I told him I hadn't, and he said it was OK, that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do."

"Had you?" I asked. "Ever thought about sucking a guy's cock, that is."

"No, never," Justin said. "But it felt good in my hand, and he told me that it felt good having me jack it. I didn't know what to do, but then he shifted his body around and started sucking me again. He took my hand and put it on his cock again and then he rubbed my torso. It was incredible. I just lay back and enjoyed it. When he started playing with my nipples again, my brain shut off."

I felt myself getting more aroused, and I moved my hand to Justin's crotch. I could feel that he was turned on too.

"My hand was jacking his cock beat for beat as he sucked mine," he said, "and I felt myself getting really close. I warned him that I was about to shoot and he kept sucking, and then it happened, the most intense orgasm I had ever had. And when he finished with my cock, he knelt next to me on the bed and started jacking himself until he came on my abs while I was still lying there."

My hold on Justin's cock had evolved into stroking through his shorts.

"I wish we could have shared that moment, that first time, with each other," I said.

"So do I, Matt," he said as he rubbed the side of my face, "But I wouldn't trade this moment for anything."

Our lips met, and we kissed passionately while we held each other closely under the sun. When our kiss ended, I shared with Justin how much I had missed him while he was away.

"I know this makes me sound like a stalker," I said, "but that fall, I kept hoping you were back. I would go to the fitness center, but I never saw you. I didn't see you anywhere on campus."

"Really?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, I even contacted the registrar's office to see if you had enrolled," I said. "I was sad when I found out you had not."

Justin reached down and caressed my forearm as my hand massaged his cock.

"I almost emailed you so many times," he said, "just to say 'hi' and wondering if you would remember me."

I put my arm around Justin's shoulder again, and I pulled him closer. "I can promise you that if you had never come back, even if you had never contacted me again," I said, "I still would have thought about you multiple times today."

"I, I don't know what to say," Justin said, and we shared another passionate kiss. After the kiss, we just looked in each other's eyes for a while before he spoke again.

"I wish we could stay here forever," Justin said. "Just the two of us, nobody else."

I wished we could, but I also understood what that meant. My family had been the most important thing to me. I didn't want to lose them. It was a reminder that, as compartmentalized as I thought the different parts of my life were, I could only keep my feelings for all the people I cared about separate from each other for so long.

"I'm sorry," Justin said as he caressed my face, "I shouldn't have said that."

Justin was incredibly perceptive. He could feel my conflicted feelings.

"Don't apologize," I said. I kissed him lightly on the lips before continuing. "It's a beautiful thought, and I would love that, but...."

"Reality," Justin said.

"Yes," I replied. "Reality. But this moment is our current reality. Let's enjoy it."

I took his face in my hands and kissed him. We looked out over the forest. In this place and time, the world was just the two of us and nobody else, and that was all I wanted.

 

[william1]

Wow that was yet another great instalment, almost felt every move Kyle and Justin were doing !