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: