Just Another Day
"Oh my God!" she screamed past his ear as he laid on top of her driving his raging cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy. "I'm gonna cum again!" He felt her fingers dig deeper into his sweat-covered back and her heels pushed harder into the back of his legs. He slammed his body into hers, taking her further and deeper into her pleasure.
Paul watched her face twist and tighten as her body exploded under him. It almost seemed like it was in slow motion as he watched her breasts swing and her hair jump with every thrust. He could see the sweat from his face drop to her chest in little splashes. Finally, she threw her head back, her mouth snapping wide open, as she screamed like some primal animal. Her head swung wildly from side to side, her blonde hair whipped back and forth, wet and stringy with sweat. He felt her spasm all around him, her arms and legs banging against him, as her pussy grasped and squeezed his aching cock.
Dana lay there and shuddered, then twitched as the electricity sparked through her body. She struggled to catch her breath and looked at him with pure love and unbridled lust. He thought she was going to swallow him whole at any moment. She reached for his hips and started to push him back out of her. "I want to taste myself on your cock. Bring it to me...please." She breathed out heavily.
Her cum was still wet on his face from her first two orgasms as he stepped out from between her legs and walked on his knees up to her head. She immediately gripped his legs with both arms and pulled his dripping cock into her warm soft mouth. He caught his breath hard as he sank into the depths of her throat. He could feel his cock harden even more as she worked him in and out, sucking hard on the head, grinding the tip of her tongue against the sensitive spot under the ridge.
"Oh God, Paul. I want to taste your cum." Dana slobbered around the head of his cock. "I want you to fill my mouth with it...please. Cum for me." She released his legs and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and pumped it in and out of her sloshing mouth. The other hand, she pushed deep into the crack of his ass and massaged his opening. She could feel him twitch hard at the contact and his groans grew deeper and louder. She knew he was getting close now, and couldn't wait to feel that first release.
"That's it, Dana." Paul rasped out of his throat as he felt his coming climax edging closer. "God you suck my cock so good...Mmmmm..." Paul felt himself getting pulled deeper and deeper into Dana's wanting mouth. The wet sounds of the rhythmic squishing and the heat of her mouth almost made him feel like he was being swallowed whole. Her hand, now rubbing hard against his ass was driving him wild and ratcheting him up like a giant roller coaster getting ready to crest that first big hill. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. "I'm getting close, babe," he sputtered out in the middle of a long aching moan.
At that, she pulled him hard into her mouth and pushed her finger deep into his ass.
"OH MY GOD!!!" he cried out. His hand reached out for the headboard to stop from falling over. His cock felt like a hot burning lit fuse, and the finger in his ass was pushing the final button. "I'm gonna cum!" was all he could manage as his body started to lock and buck with his coming orgasm.
Dana worked her finger in and out of Paul's ass, pulled his cock free of her mouth and jacked it hard, aiming for her extended tongue. She could feel her buried finger gripped tightly as Paul cried out and the first thick shot of cum sprayed into her open mouth. Pulse after pulse filled her mouth and began to run down her chin and onto her chest, splattering there like an abstract painting in white.
Paul spasmed and twitched as he unloaded into her mouth. He tried to watch, but his eyes kept clamping shut with every wave of his orgasm, the finger in his ass electrifying his whole body. She'd never done that before and caught him by surprise, but he hoped she'd do it a lot from now on. He could see the cum running down her body as his body began to settle down. The finger pulled from his ass and he watched his cock sink back into her cum-covered mouth.
She finally took him out of her mouth and continued to stroke him as he lifted her up to her knees.
"God, she is so beautiful," he thought as he looked at her kneeling there, naked and covered in his cum. He gently gripped both sides of her head with his large hands and pulled her face to his. He kissed her hard, and was surprised as she unexpectedly pushed half the cum she had kept in her mouth into his as their mouths opened and their tongues caressed each other. He accepted the gift and kissed her even more passionately as he tasted his own cum for the first time, the wetness of their sweat and his cum sliding between them as they embraced.
Paul Kowalski opened his eyes and looked at the pattern of cum across his chest and stomach. He finally let go of his subsiding cock and set aside his girlfriend's vibrator. That actually felt really good in his ass. He never tried anything like that before, and this time it helped him to a powerful cum. He licked at his lips. The first burst of cum had hit him square in the mouth. He was moaning hard and had his mouth open, and that first shot had just the right momentum. He'd never considered tasting his own cum before, but now that he had, he couldn't understand why his wife made such a big deal about the "bad taste." He licked his lips and drew another taste in.
"Not bad," he mentioned out loud.
Paul proceeded to clean himself off and hop in the shower. Dana had left for work a half-hour earlier. He had about an hour before he had to be at the cube farm. That meant a quick shower and grabbing some food for the half-hour drive to work. His body still tingled as he washed himself. His spent dick even twitched a little, as he made sure he washed his ass well. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about the new sensations he'd discovered this morning, and what he might try tomorrow.
He and Dana had sex about once a week or so. It always felt good, and was usually passionate, but somehow seemed a bit ordinary. Dana wasn't exactly a prude, but she was definitely not the adventurous type. Every time Paul tried to introduce something new, and somewhat daring, to their lovemaking, it would usually end up being a brief detour back to their usual formula. He loved her desperately, but just wished there more variety in their sex.
Oh well...
Paul arrived at work on time, as usual, ready for another exciting day of paper cuts and cauliflower ear from hours on the phone. He started pouring through the usual barrage of emails and returning phone calls for a couple hours. There was always the occasional chitchat with his coworkers, but that was usually inane and brief.
"What am I doing here?" He thought for the third time that hour.
During his drive to work, he had listened to an interview with an elderly man who sounded like he'd lived all his dreams and had no regrets. "Some people have all the luck, long-lived and happy," he'd muttered while swerving from the blue Ford pickup drifting over into his lane. When asked what his philosophy was, the old man replied "If you don't like something about your life, change it."
"Sure, it sounds so simple when you take it out of the context of real life," he half-mumbled at the traffic around him. "It's just not that simple. Life has layers and layers and layers..."
That one line, spoken by an old man with a raspy, slightly accented voice, bounced around in his head with a little 'blip' sound like the seemingly ancient game of Pong. "...change it." Maybe...
Paul started to think about lunch and the slow deep rumbling starting in his empty stomach. He reached for his cell phone to check for any messages, when he realized that he didn't have it. "Damn," he thought. "Must have left it charging in the car." He figured on heading out to grab a sandwich or something else quick and heading back with his cellular lifeline strapped safely on his hip where it belonged.
While he rode the second slowest elevator in the free world down from the sixth floor, he realized how badly he needed to visit the facilities and take care of some urgent business. Too much coffee and too many distractions will do that to you. Fortunately, the first floor had restrooms off the lobby. It was a small office building with only a few relatively small business tenants. His company had only been there a few months, taking a full half of the sixth floor, filling it with people, cubes, and God knows how many metric tons of paper.
The painfully slow descent finally ended with a 'ding' and the opening of the elevator doors. Paul tried to walk nonchalantly towards the bathroom, while his bladder felt like the size of a grapefruit and nearly screamed for release.
He pushed the laminated fake oak door open with a tiny squeak and looked at the four urinals and four stalls opposite the four sinks with their four automatic sensors. "How symmetrical," he thought, smirking. He was not, however, amused by the 'Out of Order' signs on all the urinals. First, he looked at the sinks. "Nah, I'm not drunk and in college anymore," he smiled. He moved towards the last stall that wasn't handicap accessible, and spun around, shutting the door hard. He fumbled for what seemed like three days trying to get his pants undone and finally just pulled them down and dropped onto the seat with so much pressure built up, he didn't know what was going to come out, maybe his shoes or something!
"No more coffee today," he chastised himself. The torrent of pee finally tapered off. He couldn't help remembering the scene in the movie "A League of Their Own" when Tom Hanks' character walks drunk through the ladies' locker room and pees for what seems like forever.
For the first time, Paul looked down and noticed that there was a pair of shoes in the handicap stall next to him. He tried to think if he'd done anything or said anything out loud that might be embarrassing. Nope. He was just ready to get up when his next-door neighbor starting rhythmically tapping his feet. Strange, but amusing. Paul tapped his feet a little, getting into the groove. Then, finally, his neighbor clearly signaled...'tap tap t-tap tap.' Paul couldn't resist. He responded with the traditional 'tap tap!'
The response from the next stall was almost immediate. Paul heard the rustling of clothes and the distinct 'chink' of keys and loose change hitting the floor in pants pockets. Curiously looking under the partition, he was surprised to see bare knees shuffling quickly towards him until suddenly a large hard cock pushed under the edge and into his stall. For a moment, Paul just stared, stunned.
"What, the hell?!" he wondered what was going on. But he knew exactly what was going on. He'd heard and read all about this situation, except that it was supposed to only be at lonely highway rest stops and department store basements. He didn't know what the signals were when guys were cruising for sex in restrooms, but he knew now. With those two taps of his foot, he told the poor guy with his pants around his ankles and his nice-sized, and very good looking, cock to 'bring it on!'
"C'mon...don't leave me hanging here." His new friend whispered, the soft sound of it still echoing on the hard bare surfaces of the room. Then it was like Paul was watching someone else's hand reach down for the bobbing offering and lightly grip it around the middle. A single quiet sigh told him the guy was relieved that he hadn't made a terrible mistake. The flesh felt hard, but the covering of skin had a slight softness to it. It felt warm against his palm and fingers.
Paul looked between his own legs to see his cock bobbing there at full hardness. His hand began to move back and forth. As soon as he moved, he saw this faceless body move as if he were fucking Paul's hand. Never having done this to another guy, Paul just improvised using what he knew made him feel good when he was masturbating or being worked over by Dana. He reached down with his other hand and began rubbing the head of this nice hard cock. He heard heavy breathing and light moans. Obviously, he was doing something right.
Paul pulled his hand from the tip and reached for the hanging balls below, but found he couldn't comfortably reach them. He slid off the toilet to kneeling and began seriously stroking the cock in his hand as he watched wetness form at the tip. The other hand cradled the low-hanging balls and caressed them, his fingers reaching all around.
Suddenly, Paul was overwhelmed with the desire to make this man cum, and cum hard. Pulling his hand back, he began two-fisting his strokes and pulling hard and fast on this beautiful hard and very hot cock. He could hear grunts and moans with each stroke.
"That's it...God..." moaned the voice behind the partition. "Don't stop," it whispered. "Please."
Paul's hands became a blur, stroking hard and fast along the length of flesh. He moved one hand back up to the head of his cock and stroked it separately, rubbing along the especially sensitive spot underneath.
"I'm cumming..." rasped the voice.
Paul had just covered the tip with his palm, when the cock in his hands erupted. The cum blasted into his palm, some of it deflecting and spraying on the stall wall. The voice grunted with each spasm and the lower body bucked as Paul continued to work the now sloppy and wet cock in his hands. As the jerking slowed to a stop and the flesh in his hands began to soften a bit, he slowly let go and reached for some toilet paper to wipe his hands. He stopped. The smell was intoxicating. He stared at his hands that were coated with a stranger's cum as he stood up.
Without even thinking, he gripped his own aching cock in both hands and began to stroke it hard. The feeling of his hands sliding along his own length of cock, lubricated with this stranger's cum, had him there quickly. With a soft grunt, he came hard against the stall wall, and it ran down to mix with the cum already there.
Now he reached for the paper and wiped his hands and cock dry of the wet sticky cum. Pulling his pants back up, he flushed the toilet and released the door latch and walked to the row of porcelain sinks. He filled one palm with the sweet-smelling soap and reached under the faucet to wash the smell of cum and sex from his hands. As the water shut off and pulled a paper towel free, he heard a soft voice.
"Thanks, man..." was all he heard.
"My pleasure," Paul whispered back.
As the heavy door bounced shut, he headed off for his car. Waiting to order his food at the drive-thru, it began to really hit him. He was realizing what had just happened, and how much it really turned him on.
The rest of that day, and all evening, he couldn't get his mind off what happened. He had jacked off another guy under a men's room stall. It sounded so seedy and deviant. To Paul, the setting was irrelevant. The bottom line for him was that he really got off on making another guy cum.
As he began the next workday, he sat at his desk blankly staring at his computer screen consumed by the thought that "he" might be back there around the same time today. Should he find out? Does he want another encounter? What did these feelings, this new obsession mean? Dana always told him that he didn't have to treat everything like it was the end of the world. Maybe it was just fun and exciting. What he really wanted was just someone to get off with sometimes. Finally, he decided.
As Paul stepped off the elevator, it was all he could do to keep one foot steadily moving in front of the other. One good deep breath and he pushed the door open. The first thing he noticed was the shoes under the same stall door, black penny loafers partially covered by dropped black cotton pants with a cherry red transparent pager on the belt. He tried to remember if he knew anyone in the building with a red pager, but came up empty. Still thinking, he stepped into the stall and latched the door behind him and sat down. A few hoped for foot taps later and Paul watched a beckoning finger under the wall. He knew what his new friend wanted, and after all, wasn't this what he'd come here for?
Paul stood up. Undoing his pants, he lowered them and his underwear to the floor and dropped to his knees near the wall. He had to spread his knees a bit to be able to push his surprisingly hard cock under the wall. He waited, breathing against the painted metal partition, and filled with an anxiety and excitement that threatened to overwhelm him and send him bolting any second.
"Wow," a voice whispered. "Nice..."
The first thing that Paul felt was a partially closed hand sliding from the tip of his aching cock, along it's length and gripping the base. The hand squeezed tighter, and Paul's eyes went wide as he felt a hot wet mouth envelope his entire length.
"Oh my God..." Paul breathed out, beginning to moan as the wet sounds echoed off the tile walls. The hand at the base of him began to move and twist slightly with the strokes of the burning mouth that was setting him on fire. He felt the tingle and wash of heat all over his skin as his body reacted to the pleasure he was receiving. "Oh shit, that's good..." he whispered hoarsely. His eyes clamped shut trying to hold back his orgasm just a little longer. It felt so good, so hot. He felt the deep burn of his climax begin far within his body. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum..." he whispered in warning.
Instead of pulling away, which Paul half expected, the mouth on the other side of the wall pulled him in deeper and harder. "He wants my cum," Paul thought, almost uncomprehendingly. The hand let go of his cock and two strong hands reached around and gripped his ass hard, pulling him tight against the wall. Paul felt the head of his burning cock break the barrier into the throat of his new best friend. The mouth moved hard and fast, lips pushing into the hair at the root of his hardness with each stroke.
Paul's entire body ignited and he groaned louder than he wanted to as his cum first sprayed into the willing mouth that fed on it like a starving animal. Paul's body bucked and jerked with each spasm of his orgasm. He could barely maintain his balance as his cum continued to pour into this stranger's mouth.
As the last of the cum was cleaned from his cock, the final sparks twitched Paul's neck and leg. Then his cock was free and untouched and he felt a bit abandoned. As he pulled back, he felt an unstoppable rush of lust fill him from head to toe. Now it was his turn and he couldn't wait.
As he started to reach under the wall, the bathroom door burst open and two loud voices entered discussing some heated business conference call. Paul scrambled to gather himself together and sit, waiting for them to leave. He was surprised when he heard the toilet next to him flush and the stall door unlatch. Paul listened and heard the water run, the soap dispenser pump, and the hand dryer run. Finally, he heard a quiet "thanks" as the bathroom door opened, and then softly bounced closed. He didn't get the chance to give what he had gotten; the rush of pleasure that he was still filled with.
Paul sat at his computer, trying to finish his half-eaten sandwich, and zoned out. He thought about what had just happened. For the first time, he knew what it felt like to get a blowjob from someone who really loved doing it. And it blew his mind. He could still feel the echo of that shattering orgasm, like the tiniest ripples from a splash that finally reach the shore. All the girls he'd gone out with would go down on him, but never with that overwhelming feeling of need and want, especially when he finally came. Dana, who almost never would take him in her mouth anymore, would always gag, spit it out, and make a big show of how bad it tasted, taking large mouthfuls of whatever she was drinking and rinsing her mouth out. You can imagine how that made him feel. Instead of being hot and sensual, he watched the disgust on her face and felt like he'd just pissed or done something just as bad to her. He always felt guilty and selfish. The other girls he'd been with would "manage" it, but never hunger for it. That was the word. The mouth that had given him such physical pleasure "hungered" for it.
The only problem he had with the whole thing was the bathroom. He didn't really have much of an appreciation for the setting and aesthetics of the uncomfortable environment. So he considered a plan of action. There were approximately 100 people in his office, and about another 300 in the building. All he had to do was find the red pager and black penny loafers. Once he figured out who it was, he could try to find a way to move things to more comfortable and private digs.
A short time later he received a central email informing him of an impromptu office meeting in half an hour. You can bet that in the large meeting room he'd be checking shoes and pagers.
Paul got to the meeting room a few minutes early and settled himself comfortably with a good view of the single entry door. As he watched the other employees file in, he began to dread the thought of scouring the entire building looking for a red pager and black penny loafers. Then he looked up from his coffee cup on the meeting table and felt like he got hit in the face with a shovel. Walking through the door was a red pager and black penny loafers. Or at least someone wearing them. At first he didn't register the person, just the items. He raised his gaze and sat stunned. Paul knew him.
Dean Blackwell was a group manager in another department. Paul had talked with him often and joked with him a lot. "At least he's a good looking guy," Paul thought. He watched Dean walk into the meeting room, deep in conversation with a girl from his group. Looking around the room for a seat, he noticed Paul staring at him and looked away quickly. "Oh my God, he knows..." Paul realized. "He knows it was me."
Paul returned his eyes to his coffee cup and tried to digest this little revelation. He had no idea what to do. Does he pretend nothing ever happened and get on with life in the office as usual? Does he try to broach the subject with Dean in private and attempt to talk to him about it? Does he confront him more directly? Or does he continue to play the bathroom game and milk the situation? He didn't want to go back to the bathroom. That wasn't a very practical or attractive option. But before making any real decision, Paul needed to examine his own feelings about the whole thing. This man had given him what was probably the single most intense sexual experience of his life. And while he felt himself getting hard again just thinking about it, he knew that he could never have any sort of romantic feelings for a man. He loved Dana. He already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He felt like missing pieces of himself were filled in when she was with him. The only thing missing was earth shattering sex, and more of it. With Dana, it was just "good."
Paul looked up from his contemplation and caught Dean watching him. As Dean quickly turned his eyes elsewhere, Paul realized that this man who'd just swallowed his cum a short time ago was afraid of him. "He looks scared of me. Why?" he wondered. Remembering that Dean had a wife and two kids gave him a clue as to one possibility. "I've got to talk to him and let him know that I'm no threat, let him know how I feel about what happened."
A short time after the meeting, Paul stood in the doorway of Dean's office watching him furiously typing at his computer with his back to the door.
"Ahem," Paul cleared his throat. He saw a flash of the same fear in Dean's eyes for a moment as he turned his head, then it was gone.
"Hey man, what's up?" Dean replied, a little less than casually.
"Just wondered if I could talk to you, if you've got a minute."
"Sure. Mi prison, su prison." Dean half-smiled.
Paul turned and closed the door behind him and sat down across the desk from Dean. "I know it was you."
"What was me?" he asked. "You'll have to be a little more specific about all of the horrible things I've done to people in this job." Dean clearly looked like he did not want an answer to his question.
Paul sighed out of the side of his mouth, pausing a few heartbeats. "I know it was you in the first floor bathroom. I know it was you because it was me in the next stall."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Other than that meeting, I've been stuck in this damn office all day. Listen, if some guy in the john didn't give you a courtesy flush or something, don't go looking for a scapegoat."
"Dean," Paul started. "C'mon. I wish the setting had been a little nicer. But that was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had."
Dean finally lowered his eyes to his desk and spoke slowly and quietly. "Please...please don't tell my wife. I've got kids. Please Paul."
"My God, Dean. Why would I tell anyone? What happened was between you and me. I could just as easily ask you not to tell Dana. I'm not here to accuse you of anything. I wanted to thank you for how you made me feel, and tell you that no one else will ever know. Ever."
"I've tried so hard to stop," Dean muttered. "Angela and I have great sex. But I just can't help wanting something with a guy. I don't know why I can't let it go. It's just some need I can't quite shake. The bathroom thing was definitely a low point for me."
"Dean, let me tell you a few things. First, Angela will never find out from me or through me. Second, sex between me and Dana is not great. It's good, but that's why I responded to you the way I did the last two days." Paul saw Dean start to speak. "Let me finish. Last, you gave me the most incredible blowjob of my life. I've never felt anything like that, ever. As far as I'm concerned, we were just two guys giving each other pleasure for a few moments, nothing more."
For the first time since Paul walked into his office, Dean Blackwell smiled. "Thanks man. I thought the jig was finally up for me. I feel like I've been playing Russian Roulette with my life, and was so hooked on the high, I couldn't stop. I really appreciate that you came here and told me all this. I finally feel like I can breathe again."
"I was waiting for you to grab your chest and keel over in that meeting trying to avoid eye contact with me."
"I know...I know. Listen, for what it's worth. I'm glad it was you. I like you a lot, Paul. And I'm glad it was a friend. And one more thing..."
"Yeah?" Paul asked.
"You've got a wicked cock that feels great in my mouth." Dean's eyes flashed and an evil grin spread across his face as he looked back up from the desk.
"Yeah, well, for what it's worth. That orgasm damn near killed me. I could hardly breathe and I didn't stop shaking for like fifteen minutes." Paul smiled back. "So, we're ok?"
"Yeah, we're ok," Dean replied. "Thanks man."
"No problem." Paul started to get up from the chair.
"Do you want to do it again sometime?" Dean's voice stopped him.
He only thought for a moment. "Yeah...yeah I do. Same deal, same understanding. Just a different location, if you don't mind."
"Fair enough," Dean smiled. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, and we keep it real casual. You got time for a break?"
It took a second for Paul to realize what he was being asked. "Umm, yeah. What'd you have in mind?"
"Let's just call it a little encore performance. My minivan is in the underground manager's parking. It's dark blue, with tinted windows, and it's in the far Northwest corner. Meet me there in about fifteen minutes." Dean was staring at Paul's crotch as he finished talking.
"See you in fifteen then," Paul replied his legs beginning to shake again. He couldn't believe the way this was working out. To call it bizarre would be an understatement. He walked like a zombie from the office and somehow found his way back to his cube. Without even thinking, ten minutes later he was up and making his way to the office elevators.
At the reception desk, Kathy looked up from her phone bank and cheap pulp romance novel. "See you later, Paul."
"No, I'll be back in a few." Stepping into the empty elevator, he turned and hit the basement button and the door closed on the office. Far too much time later, it opened on the underground parking lot. He looked around after passing through the glass door that enclosed the elevator bank. There was no one else here. In the far corner he could make out just the front end of a dark minivan that was mostly blocked from view by pillars and other vehicles. Paul rubbed his hands together, realizing they were cold. He was nervous as hell. He heard the glass door close again behind him. He turned to watch a very attractive blonde woman in a dark grey business suit walk in the opposite direction and drop into her Acura. After a brief, but very pleasant, sexual fantasy about her, he turned again towards the corner and began walking. He always enjoyed picturing someone's face when he made them cum. He could still see the blonde's tightened features and opened mouth cry as he drew close to the van.
The side sliding door of the minivan was slight ajar. He could almost hear that automated voice, "Your door is ajar." "No it's not, it's a door," was the expected response. He took the final steps to the side of the vehicle.
"Knock, knock," he spoke as he lightly tapped his knuckles on the window frame.
"Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly," Dean's voice replied.
"Very funny," Paul said as he pulled the door open enough to step in, and then closed it behind him. The van was dark inside due to the tinted windows. Behind the front bucket seats were four captain's chairs facing each other in two rows. Dean was sitting in the far back corner facing the door. He motioned for Paul to take the seat behind the passenger seat opposite him.
"Have a seat."
"Thanks," Paul grunted as he dropped into the offered seat. "I've never done this before. Do we talk first or...?"
"There's no set script for this. But it's probably best if we have an understanding and set some ground rules for...whatever."
Paul nodded.
"First of all, I'm not gay. I'm not leaving my wife. I don't want anybody to do anything they don't want to," Dean started. "Truth is...I haven't done this all that much myself. Contrary to what you might think, I've only done the bathroom thing a couple times, when I was really desperate. I've met a couple guys online and got together a few times. And that's it. In fact, I was probably just as nervous as you were this morning."
"I doubt it," Paul smiled, still nervous.
"Maybe," Dean smiled back. "Anyway, I've been fantasizing about guys for years and basically came to the conclusion that I'm bisexual. I definitely still prefer women, but giving a hot blowjob really turns me on. Finally, I had to do something about it and figured an anonymous guy from the Internet was the best way to 'get it out of my system.' Or so I thought."
"I take it that wasn't enough."
"Not by a long shot," Dean responded after sitting thoughtfully for a moment. "But what I really want, is what I hope I just found."
"What's that?"
"A good friend that I can trust, and I can share this with," Dean stated flatly. "So, here's what I'm asking; if you'll meet me from time to time, I can promise you pleasure with a trusted friend. No strings, no commitments. You won't ever have to do anything you don't want to, including reciprocating what I want to do. And... if you want to do this, I won't need anything else other than my wife, and I can stop risking myself out there. And that's the best part for me. So, what do you think?"
Paul sat for a minute, considering his words before starting. "That's a hell of an offer," he began. "First, I'll tell you, I'm not gay either. I have absolutely no intention of ever leaving Dana. I won't do anything unless I want to. But, I've got to tell you. I've never experienced anything like what's happened over the last couple days, and I want to experience more. I don't know if I'm bisexual, but at this point, I guess anything's possible. The thought of trying things out with a good friend I can trust, definitely appeals to me."
"So..." Dean droned.
"So, I guess my answer is yes," Paul answered. "I'd like to get together too."
"I'm glad," Dean smiled. He smiled wider as he looked down to see Paul's erection pushing hard against the fabric of his loose dress pants. "Then let's start things out on the right foot." Dean slipped off the front edge of his seat and knelt between Paul's feet, pushing his knees apart. Reaching to the side of the seat, he pulled a lever and the seatback dropped to recline. "Comfy?"
"Nervous as hell, but comfy," Paul smiled weakly.
"You can stop me anytime with a word. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
Dean reached out and ran one palm up the length of Paul's painfully hard cock. "Nice," he whispered almost to himself. At the top he closed his hand over the belt and undid it slowly, unsnapped and unzipped the pants, and noticed the damp spot in his underwear. "I can't wait to taste more of that."
Paul's eyes went wide as Dean grabbed his pants at the hips and started to pull down. As he lifted up to help, he realized how hard he was already breathing. He stared down as his cock snapped free and slapped against his belly. He lifted one foot as Dean pulled his shoe off and his pants and underwear followed. He could still smell the scent of sex from earlier as he felt Dean's hand close around the base of his cock. The hand felt like it burned. He didn't realize how much he wanted this. He watched Dean's tongue reach out and taste the drop of wetness at the tip of his cock. Pulling it in, he could see Dean's swirling the flavor all around his mouth.
"Mmmm. That's what I needed," Dean whispered. With that, he sank his mouth fully on Paul's cock, swallowing it down to the base.
"Oh shit!" Paul cried. "You're gonna have to show me that move. Oh...my...God..." Paul watched fascinated as Dean pulled it free of his mouth and ran his tongue down the length of the top ridge. Next he felt his balls being alternately sucked and caressed by Dean's mouth, and he dropped his head back on the headrest, losing himself in the sensations. "Oh, that feels good."
"I'm just using you for your cum," Dean smiled as he sank Paul's cock deep in his throat again.
"Oh God!" Paul moaned as he felt Dean's hand close around the base of his burning hard cock on the upstroke. Then his eyes snapped open as Dean's hand jacked the lower half of his cock at twice the pace of the rise and fall of his hot mouth up and down the other half. He felt like his entire body had been set of fire. He tried his best to hold his hips steady to not gag Dean, but the rest of his body shuddered and twitched like he was getting a good dose of electric shock therapy. Holding back was not an option and Paul just let go and rode the waves of pleasure and let it come. He then felt Dean's other hand close over his balls, caressing them. The hands and mouth on him were relentless as they drove him higher and higher. He felt the hand on his balls slide down until the fingertips were massaging his perineum. "Oh yeah...Oh God man, finger my ass." In a small corner of his mind, Paul realized that he had never been able to say something like that to Dana, and here he was, telling this guy exactly what he wanted. He rocked his hips forward and spread his legs further apart as he felt Dean's fingertip slide down and massage his opening. Paul looked down to watch as Dean's mouth pulled free and slid up and down the rigid length of his leaking cock, the wet sloshing sounds of the mouth that felt like it was everywhere at once had him moaning like a constant background sound.
To Dean, it was like music. He couldn't wait for the flood of cum into his eager mouth, but he wanted to make this as good for Paul as he could. He was pleased at the grunt and loud groan from Paul as he pushed his fingertip into his ass. He realized how turned on he was by what he was doing by the slightly cold wet spot in his own pants from his precum leaking from a very hard cock.
Paul nearly screamed as Dean's finger entered his ass. The sensations were overwhelming and he felt like his entire nervous system had gone haywire. "I'm gonna cum soon..." he managed to mumble. At that, Paul watched Dean stop completely, pull his hand away from his cock, and stare into his eyes. Before he could say anything, his cock was buried in Dean's throat as the finger pushed deep into his ass at the same time. His cock worked in and out of Dean's throat as the finger pulled and pushed in sync with this incredible mouth. That pushed it all over the edge and Paul felt the hot white burning at the base of his balls as the liquid fire rushed up the length of his cock. "...cumming..." he managed incoherently as the cum burst from the end of his cock into the waiting mouth.
Dean swallowed hard as the body thrashed beneath him. His finger was gripped hard with each spasm as the cum continued to flood his mouth. He couldn't believe how much there was for a guy who'd just cum a few hours earlier. He couldn't hold it all as he felt it leak from the corners of his mouth. Paul's series of grunts and moans as he came slowed, as Dean was able to catch up with the flow of his sweet salty reward. He cleaned Paul's cock of all the cum he could find, then used his finger to swipe the corners of his mouth, licking it clean as well. He finally pulled his finger free of Paul's ass as he watched him begin to settle down.
Paul struggled to get control back of his breathing. One final body-length twitch and he went limp from head to toe, every muscle in his body went to Jell-O as his mind raced behind closed eyes. "I've never felt anything like that," Paul whispered. He'd never felt anyone want to pleasure him as much as Dean just did. Paul realized that Dean wasn't just doing it for him; he was doing it for himself. He wanted it. Paul had only ever had girls do it because he wanted it. This had to make the difference. He was only guessing, but it sounded right. He finally opened his eyes and looked at Dean as he licked his finger clean and rubbed his own crotch with the palm of the other hand. The strength rushed back into his body as he felt a surge of lust and need that filled him to bursting.
Sitting up, he pushed Dean back into his seat, hitting the lever to recline him the same way. Quickly reaching up and undoing his belt and pants, Paul pulled his pants and underwear down together. The cock that sprang free was hard and bouncing with Dean's heartbeat, the head slick and wet with precum. After sliding the clothes free of one leg, Paul crawled between the opening legs and ran his hands along the length of his thighs until they both grasped the hard flesh.
"Mmmm..." Dean responded. "Your hands are a little cold. Feels nice." He slid further down in the seat as his cock was pulled to a vertical position.
Paul looked directly into Dean's eyes as he began to massage the swollen member with both hands. "I'm gonna make you cum." He wanted to make sure that Dean could see how much he wanted it...needed it. As he continued to work both hands up and down the length of the hot hard cock, Paul leaned forward and laid the flat of his tongue on the wet tip and began to grind it around in a circle, making sure to get good contact with the sensitive spot on the underside.
"Oh yeah, that feels so good," Dean hoarsely whispered. "Nice and slow, make it build. I wanna have a nice big one for you." His hips started moving in a small slow circle in time with the efforts applied to his burning aching cock.
Paul felt the soft flesh of the head at odds with the rock hard substance of the shaft in his hands as he gently twisted and pulled at the length of it. The warm taste of the precum leaking onto his tongue coated the inside of his mouth as he lowered one hand to caress the tightened balls and finally sank half the hard flesh into his soft wet willing mouth. He could feel the fingers slide across the back of his head as Dean stroked his hair, his mouth now moving up and down on the pulsing cock in his hand. The taste, feel, and smell filled his senses as the hard wet cock filled his mouth, running in and out across the surface of his lips. He reveled in the feel of the wet skin sliding back and forth across his lips, pushing hard into the surface of his tongue, deep in his mouth.
Paul listened to the sound of Dean's breathing change, becoming more ragged and labored. Raising his head, he spoke quietly and directly. "I want to taste your cum. I want you to cum for me." He watched Dean's eyes widen and his mouth go slack before lowering his mouth again and doubling his efforts, moving his mouth and hand in unison up and down, hard and fast.
A loud moan poured from Dean's mouth as he struggled maintain control over his own body. "A few more strokes and you're gonna get your wish...Oh God..." He felt the pumping of mouth and hands pulling the sensations from his body. His hands went to the armrests and his back arched hard as the first spasms hit him with the force of an electric shock. "Oh God!!! Here it cums!"
At the last word, Paul felt the first jerk of Dean's body and the first blast of hot wet cum fill his mouth. He struggled to swallow it, but it just came too fast and hard. It began to run from the corners of his mouth as the warm salty-sweet taste overwhelmed him. He licked and slurped and sucked at the fountain as he tried to consume all the offering. At last, the spasms slowed and he was able to clean all the white reward from his hand and the softening cock, still clutched in his fist.
Dean's breathing finally began to slow. He looked down to see his red and spent cock in Paul's hand and cum smeared on his face and in his close-cropped beard. "God, that felt incredible." He paused a few breaths then asked, "What do you think now?"
Paul looked up from the flesh in his hand that he was reluctant to release. His tongue reached up to swipe at some of the cum still stuck to his moustache as he considered his reply. With a broad smile and a final lick at a the last bead of cum at the tip of Dean's cock, he answered in a whisper. "I like it."
END
© 2002 Ethan Glass