Thanks for being patient...I hope people are still interested. Here is what happened next.
SHE'S BEEN CHEATING ON ME. FUCKING CHEATING ON ME. I'M SO FINISHED
That is the message I woke up to. I was housesitting in a gorgeous house in the Beverly Hills area. A friend of mine and his husband were traveling and asked me if I wanted to house-sit for the summer and watch their dogs. Why wouldn't I? It was 3 stories and had a gorgeous swimming pool in the back. It was secluded with trees and plants surrounding the parameters. This was going to be my summer to kick back and relax. I hadn't seen Clay since our last hang out, though he would send me photos of rainbows and sunsets. I saw on his social media that he was still looking adorable--big black bushy hair, and a nice thick ass. He was looking boyishly delicious.
I had mixed feelings about his text. After all, he had been cheating on her as well...with me. And they were still pretty young...the kind of young couple that still was navigating how to be in a relationship. They argued a lot and they were both selfish and hurt each other. It was only a matter of time until it imploded.
I called him and we caught up. He was so angry and distraught. He was definitely breaking up with her. There was this slightly older guy...late 20's, who had befriended both of them--Josh--Josh was more of an Type A Personality--very full of himself--a commanding presence--and he was rumored to have a thick 8 inch cock. He was much more experienced in sex and life than Clay.
Of course i invited Clay over and told him about where I was staying. It took him a few hours but I swear he dressed in a sexy manner just to get to me--he wore cut off jeans that were so tightly hugging his ass...and a tank top that showed off his somewhat hairless chest but hairy pits. As usual, Clay didn't bring over any food or drinks...he just brought over his bag of party favors. He said that he felt he deserved a blow out night.
He walked around the house and was astonished--Clay grew up in a decent home but not in any type of wealth. He loved the dogs and immediately fell to the ground to play with them. At some point he looked up at me with a sad grin and said, "I'm hoping that you can cheer me up tonight".
I went to the kitchen and made a great pasta with all of the odds and ends I had in the kitchen. Clay loved when people cooked for him and I made a really great dinner. Before it was all ready he said he wanted to go for a swim in the pool. It was getting close to sunset at this point. He stripped off all his clothes and dove into the pool naked. Of course I joined him. I couldn't tell where this night would go--I was ready just to hear his story and comfort him. I was ALWAYS horny for my straight friend but I wanted to be mindful of how sad he might be feeling. He swam underwater and was playful..he swam between my legs, graving my crotch with his head. I wanted to grab him and hold him but he was never down for anything romantic. I just wanted to hold him and make Clay feel better. "You're so young," I told him, "You are going to have so many other partners."
We ate dinner on the terrace with the sunset and the bottle of wine that my hosts had left for me. i asked Clay what he wanted to do tonight. He got out his backpack and started pulling things out of it. "We could do acid, or mushrooms or Molly or DMT". I asked him if it was wise doing any drug since he was on this emotional roller coaster. He said he wanted to get his mind off of things. So we started with acid. It kicked in just as I was doing dishes--and i started to make a mess in the kitchen, spilling pasta between the grates on the stove--it came on strong. Clay was lounging on the bottom floor. The way the house was set up, you could look down and see what was going on at each floor. He got up and started playing the piano...a skill I didn't even know that he had. It was beautiful but also melancholy. If it were up to me we would have played, 'Ding Dong the Witch Is Dead', but I didn't want to seem petty.
I came downstairs and we realized we had a lot of electric energy from the acid. I don't remember who jumped on top of who first..but we started wrestling. I am bigger than he is but he had a lot of fun, playful energy. I got on top of him and held him down. I pressed down on him and he laughed. I was able to feel his dick through his shorts but he wasnt hard.As I've mentioned, his dick is on the smaller side when its flaccid. But it is still a very cute dick. We wrestled for a while and we put on some music and just lay on the floor in silence.
"The hardest thing is that I feel like a failure with her," he told me. "She didn't seem that into me...sometimes she'd say that she didn't find me attractive. And I also hardly ever got her to cum when we fucked. It really messed with my head." I told him that younger women don't often have O's through intercourse when they are younger. But he said that she had enjoyed orgasms with her previous boyfriend. And he was fucking sure that Josh was giving her a big old orgasm right now. He also told me that this gay stuff had fucked with his head a bit. I told him that he was extremely attractive....a 9...and that its possible that they just weren't sexually compatible.
It was getting later and I asked him what he wanted to do. There was a girl that he had been flirty with while he was with Obstacle. She had invited him over. But he wasn't sure if he was that into her. I told him that I had the massage table and I had nothing planned for the next day. He said that he wasn't sure he wanted to roll...he wasnt' sure if he was looking for that energy right now. I told Clay it was fine...we could just hang out. I went upstairs and he called up and asked me to bring him his backpack. When I brought it down he pulled out the Molly. "Fuck her," he said. "I'm going to have some fun and not feel guilty about it at all."
45 minutes later the room started to move around a bit. I had the flutters. I found some Christmas lights in a box in a closet and spread them around the room. I took out the massage table. I went upstairs to get us some water and when I looked down I saw Clay--so fucking adorable--having no idea at all how handsome he was--and he was grinding on a shag carpet. He didn't think that I could see....but I did...and seeing him being sexually playful with himself was such a turn on.
i put him on the massage table and he didn't get naked right away. But I'm feeling good and I start touching Clay--I spread oil all over his body. Then, I make a mistake and try to talk to him about sex. I told him that now that Obstacle was gone, we could be a little more open with each other and go further than we usually do. The sex could be even hotter. He sits up and says, "I don't want to be sexualized. I don't know that I want anything to happen--it's all confusing to me. I don't know what I want." I tell him that we will go according to his level of comfort, as always....I won't take advantage of him and if nothing happens..that's fine. I've learned that I have to take this at his pace, always. He pauses then he says that he baically agrees with me but he can't think about that now. So I just start massaging him. This calms him down and pretty soon he's in his happy place. Clay has great nipples...thick and pink and he loves having them touched and played with. I do it for a moment and when I stop, he tells me to keep doing it. His nipples get really hard. I flick them and it makes him laugh. He thanks me--and tells me that he's needed to have some fun. He feels like such a loser because of Obstacle not being into him.
At some point he wants to take a break. He gets up from the massage table and does some naked stretching. He just walks around the big house completely naked...I follow him because I like to watch his meaty ass when he walks. He does another line of molly and he puts me on the massage table for a bit. He puts on some music from a concert that we had seen together and I remember that even though he can get annoying, he has a sweet center. He climbs on the table, naked and sits on top of me. I know that its too early for sex--I'm not hard yet...but he sits on my dick and does some massage strokes on my chest and it feels so good. Things are getting more sensual.
After another break he gets back on the table. He is face down and his hot ass is just laying there. He asks me what I would rate his ass on a 1-10 scale (several straight guys have actually asked me the same question...they really want to know!). I tell him that it is a 9...really thick, just how I like them. He says he's never really seen his own ass, so I get my camera and take a few photos. I bring the camera to his face and show him the photos and he seems impressed. "Damn, that is a nice ass. I'd totally fuck myself," he laughs. Then I start moving with the music and I play bongos on his ass...I go off like Ricky Ricardo...and he's loving it. When I finish I put my hands on his ass and just keep them there. I feel a gravitational pull...he wants me to move my hands lower and lower--he spreads his legs open and I put out my thumb and reach down and put it inside of him. It glides in easily. He makes a sound...like it kind of hurts but kind of doesn't. I push my thumb in deeper and start fingering this straight boy ass. I ask him if anyone else has been in there--"Not yet," he says, "But I have been thinking about it more." I keep fingering him...adding another finger. He breathes and allows me in deeper. I just keep doing this for a while and I can tell Clay is getting turned on. He lets out an elongated, "Fuuuuuuuuuck". His voice is shaking . I put another finger inside of him and he just gobbles it up...they go way in him and he starts riding them. His moans are filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. In a low moan he whispered..."Why does it have to feel so good?" After a bit he asked for a break. He needed to stand up and stretch and get some water and hit a joint. It was so hot seeing my straight friend wondering around my living room completely, unabashedly naked. He seemed energized. He talked about how breaking up with (Obstacle) was the best thing ever for him--how much fun he was going to have without her--he approached me and I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. He just stared into my eyes (something he does from time to time)....and he said, "Thank you for making me feel in my body again. Thanks for making me feel desirable. I'm just sorry that I can't return that to you in the same way." Hearing him say that was sort of a kick in the gut. But he seemed sincere and sorry about it--so that helped a little. But there was also the way that he was responding...he seemed to be getting into it much more than he could admit. I t old him that I was getting something out of this as well...I had been connecting to my more dominant side..and there was something about taking charge of him really helped me make that connection. He said that he had noticed and that he liked it.
He got back on the table, face down again. I started massaging his back, slowly, moving slowly towards his big ass. As I moved inward, I pressed my crotch against the back of his head. He didn't respond but I kept doing it while I was doing these completely luxurious strokes. I could start feeling him respond--moving his head towards my crotch and I pushed in towards him. I started getting hard and my hard on was pushing into his neck. He put one of his hands on my leg and rubbed it..tenatively at first...then he moved his hand slowly and into the bottom of my underwear. He reached into my underwear and grabbed hold of my hard cock. He kept rubbing it, harder and harder. I moved to his side and he lifted his head up and put my cock in his mouth. He prompted me to face fuck him. He got so greedy with my cock...he was just gulping it and going crazy with it.
I turned him onto his back, I got onto the massage table and I lifted his legs in the air. He seemed surprised by my aggressiveness. All I can say is that I was feeling courage to really go there with Clay..to really show him what it can be like. To show him all my passion. So he was on his back, ready to get fucked and I just put the tip of my hard cock against his hole. But I didn't go inside. I hovered, teasing him. He told me to go ahead. But I told him that he had to agree to a few things first. He laughed nervously. I told him that I wanted him to be verbal...for us to be verbal during sex. He said he wasn't good at that, but he'd try. So I got my cock right up against my hole and I waited..."Do you want me to fuck you, Clay?" His reply was so quiet I wasn't even sure he said anything. "Do you want me to fuck you with my hard cock?" He said YES loudly. "Please fuck me with that hard cock of yours." "Do you like my cock?" "I fucking love your cock. Please put it in me." I went fully into him and he gasped. I slowed down but his ass was completely pulling me in. I started fucking him harder. He started moving with me..allowing me to thrust harder. "Are you my little cock slut?" I asked. He laughed. "That might be too much," he moaned. He waited a moment then said..."But yeah...I guess I am that for you." My aggressiveness was really in gear and I told him that I wanted to fuck him all over this house. "Just tell me where." I took him off of the massage table and put him on the shag carpet on the floor and fucked Clay on his all 4's as he went wild. I leaned him up against the pool table that he used to brace himself from my body pressure. I pulled his black bushy hair back and he moaned again. I was totally in charge of him--he had given himself over to me--other than kissing-.
The sun was coming up...we were both almost spent. Clay wanted to finish fucking outside by the pool with a view of sunrise. We set up some towels and brought out lube and I got him on his side and fucked him from behind...holding his chest. He was also jacking himself off. We got into perfect rhythm...and then, I heard something from a short distance. The Gardener came at this time on this day of the week. I had totally forgotten. I was sure that the Gardner saw what was happening. I told Clay to go inside the house. I put on a towel and went over to the Gardner and apologized, saying that I forgot about the time but he could go ahead and do his work. The Gardner didn't betray any look that told me he had seen anything or not. But at least he was willing to keep it cool for now, although he'd probably tell my friends when they returned.
I went back inside and Clay was on the massage table, face up. I get up on the table, lift his legs and go back inside of him. He instantly gets right back to the place he was before....he thrusts me in further and I fuck him while he furiously jacks his hard cock off. "I'm your little cock whore' he says loudly as he pushes me in deeper, faster. Finally, he starts cumming...he shoots his load up to his neck and onto his head. He cums a lot. His body is shaking. He was having a double--maybe triple orgasam. He just let the feelings run through him and he squirmed around a bit. I went over and licked up some of my straight friend's cum off his body. We were both done and he gave me a big hug and we both went to bed in different rooms of the house.
When I got up in the morning, with an MDMA hangover, I walked to the kitchen and found Clay sitting there, in just his underwear. He had a far off look...he was calm and maybe at peace with something. I hadn't seen him look this 'light' for a while. He was sipping coffee that he made. He got up, poured me some and handed me the mug. We sat together in silence. I was worried how we would feel about our crazy night....he had really put himself out there with me. I wondered if he had ever let himself go to this degree with any woman. Nothing was said for a while. I broke the silence and asked him how he was. "A little sore in some interesting places...but otherwise I feel great." "And how are you doing about what happened last night?" He paused. "I don't know how I feel about it yet. It's probably going to take me a while to process it. I'm not mad that I did it. I just don't know if it's me. I can't promise that will ever happen again. But I'll never forget it."
I had to accept the uncertainty. I knew that this must of been some of the best sex he'd ever had in his life--it certainly was for me. I knew that everything had to happen in Clay's time frame and that I'd just have to wait to hear from him again.
MORE TO COME
