A Second Chance
(Copyrighted by the author)
Editor: Radio Rancher

Re-write Editor: Gerry Young

This is a story of love between two men. As such there is some sex but it is really more about their relationship. If you're into romance, I hope this story pleases you.

The following story has to do with graphically explicit sexual descriptions of sexuality between consenting adults. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults, is entirely fictitious and is only intended to be a fantasy. The names are fictitious as well. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. If you are not at least 18 years old please do not read any further down in this story.

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Chapter 10

I looked at him standing there in the doorway, in all his gorgeous, masculine glory, knowing where this was going, or at least, where I hoped it was going. I stood up and walked over toward him saying, "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" I knew it was what I wanted, and for sure it was what I needed; but was it right? Was it lusting for his beee-u-tee-ful body? Whatever it was, my manhood was straining to be released from the confines of my clothing.

JC approached and said, "I'm sure; oh, God, I am so sure. My God, you are so fucking beautiful."

"I'm just an old man, JC. I can't say that I don't lust for your body, because I do." 'God, my mind is in a blur. Did I just say what I think I did? How will he take it?' "Sorry about how that came out, but you are so pleasing to the eye and desirable to the heart, JC." 'God, will he understand? I'm not sure I do.'

JC put his fingers across my lips, saying, "Shhhh." Then he started unbuttoning my shirt, removing it very slowly, revealing what he'd only imagined, `What a marvelous, well-defined, hairless chest, with beautiful milk-chocolate-colored nipples. His tummy, so nice and firm, not fat, not the well defined abs of a younger man, but nice. The cutest little inny bellybutton, with just a trace of a fur trail into the waistband of his trousers.'

Then he reached for my belt and unfastened it. He pulled down my trousers, to that point where they just fell to the floor in a pile. He stepped back to look at me standing there, in my boxers which didn't hide the throbbing manhood sticking out of my fly. My trousers were laying in a crumpled wad around my ankles. I was still wearing my shoes.

JC started smiling and said, "Thank you for those compliments, but you look so funny standing there in your boxers with that beauty sticking out, looking at me with its single eye, and that pile of clothes around your ankles."

My eyes were still transfixed on his gorgeous body. And his manhood was looking at me, too, so I said, "Well, you look funny, too, wearing those boots, hat and hard-on." My eyes were looking directly into his, and I thought, 'Oh, my God, they're the same color as James'. Stop it now, Charles; he's not James; love him as JC; not James.'

JC grinned and said, "Well, that can be fixed." He tossed his hat onto the couch, sat on the chair, and removed his boots. He stood there grinning at me, with only a pair of white socks, and the hard-on.

I gasped, saying; "Oh, God, there is something so sexy about those white socks and you. I had never noticed that before with James." I just discovered something new and exciting about JC. I was trembling with anticipation. I started to bend over to remove all the clutter that was around my ankles, but JC stopped me.

Still grinning, JC said, "I want to do that." He then got down on his hands and knees. He crawled up to me, first lifting one foot removing the shoe, then the other foot doing the same. Then he had me step out of my trousers. From his kneeling position he reached up and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled my boxers down, until I stepped out of them as well. There, in front of him, was my throbbing manhood, twitching with every heartbeat. He thought, 'He has the most gorgeous circumcised cock I've ever seen, not too big, but not too small, either. As Baby Bear might say, "Just right."' He couldn't wait any longer. He looked up at me and told me, "I love you." Then he reached up and ever so lightly, touched my balls, playing with them gently. He began to stand, and licked his way up, making sure not to touch my manhood on the way. First, he licked my bellybutton, then up the tummy, lightly and slowly nibbling on my soft skin. Then he moved up to my protruding nipples. He was thinking, `They're so nice and hard, I could suck'em all night; they feel so good on my tongue.' He bit them gently but firmly, flicking them with the tip of his tongue. First one, then the other. Each time he changed from one to the other, I would moan. He knew he was pleasing me. I knew within my very soul, that he wanted this to last forever. After several minutes, he worked his way up to my neck, first sucking on the skin, then nibbling on my ear; he stuck the tip of his tongue into it, washing it clean, and then he got to my mouth. He kissed me, and, oh, how we kissed! As we kissed, our cocks were grinding together.

But I wanted to work on that silky mouth of his. I was counting his teeth with the tip of my tongue, and he was fighting me for space in my mouth. We were one, joined at the mouth. We never wanted to pull apart. I slowly pulled JC to the floor, stretching him out so he lay on his back. I crawled on top of him, still kissing him. The weight of my body was resting on his. Our cocks were fighting for the same space. I whispered, "I want you JC; can we sixty-nine, love?" 'Oh God, I want to taste him. I want that love juice inside of me. It's been to many years, since I've had a cock in my mouth, and that one of JC's is looking so enticing, so beautiful and so long, with a cute circumcised mushroom tip, just waiting for my mouth to engulf it.'

JC muttered from our touching lips, "Sure, we can." His smile was so wide you could drive a truck through it. Then he continued to kiss me.

JC rolled off me, then, like he was doing a brake dance. He spun around on his butt, and then got onto his hands and knees just above my head. Then we kissed an upside down kiss; it was wild; it was so sexy. Then he started moving down my body, licking my nipples, as I licked his, holding my head up was hurting a bit so I reached out and grabbed a couch pillow, and put it under my head, thinking how much better that felt. By then he had worked his way to my bellybutton, and was flicking his tongue playing with it. I was licking his stomach and he shuttered, then he reached my manhood, and I his; we both started stroking each other, for only a few minutes.

He said, "It's so beautiful, Charlie, and so nice and hard. Take me now, please? I'm so close to coming."

"Me, too," I replied. Then I felt the warmth of his mouth on my manhood; oh, God, did it ever feel good; no; it felt great; no; wonderful, and I jerked with excitement. Then I sucked JC's manhood into my mouth, working my way onto it, sucking, flicking my tongue in and out of the pee slit. I could feel it. Every time JC jerked from pleasure, I felt it on my cock.

Then JC pulled off, saying "I'm gonna shoot soon, love." `Oh, God; Charlie's working my cock so nicely; I'm about to blow my load.'

My tongue was darting in and out of the pee slit, and my hands were pinching his nipples. The sensation was driving him wild with unbridled pleasure, I could tell; then he moaned "Charlieee don't stoppp, I can't holddd...." Then he began unloading his love juice into my eager mouth, shot after shot, until he wanted to just collapse on top of me, but he wanted to give me the pleasure I'd just given him.

Then I fought to say, "My God, that was the best tasting love juice I have ever tasted. Come here, love, and taste it. OH, no, I'm coming; don't stoppp; please don't stoppp," then I emptied my load of nectar into JC's waiting mouth, first one shot, then another, and another and then I was spent. JC, with a mouthful of my nectar, turned around and lay on top of me, head to head. Then we kissed, our tongues dancing and the love nectar mixing. Oh, what a taste it was. Like a rare wine, that was new and aged, mixed, we lay there on the living room floor, both naked, except for our white socks, holding each other, kissing, and hugging, our cocks pressed together, both flaccid, but neither of us caring, we both had just experienced heaven.

JC simply said, with a loving smile, "Let's take a shower together, Charlie!"

I grinned back, saying, "How about soaking in a Jacuzzi instead?"

JC smiled back, saying, "Sounds like a great idea." He was thinking to himself, `I know we're going to be together forever; or will we? God, I hope so.'

JC got to his feet, holding out his hand for me; I grabbed it and held it tight, and then he pulled me to my feet, and we headed to my bathroom. I turned on the water in the Jacuzzi.

JC bent over and pulled my socks off, then shed his own. Now, both totally naked, we got into the bath, facing each other. We rested our heads on the back of the tub. We were both tired, and spent; we relaxed for a bit.

"Want me to wash your back?"

"Thought you'd never ask," he replied.

Then he turned with his back to me; I began to soap his back, rubbing and stroking it. He was moaning at the wonderful feeling I was giving him; it was so relaxing. He lay back into my chest, and was about to fall asleep, when I said, "How about we change positions, cowboy?" 'My God, why did I say that?' Then I said, "Sorry, JC; God, I'm sorry for calling you that."

JC looked at me and said, "Don't be sorry, Charlie; there's nothing wrong with calling me that." We changed positions in the tub. He was thinking, `I'm sure he wasn't thinking of me as James; or was he? Either way, I don't care. If he loves me half as much as he did James, I'd be in heaven.'

I didn't say anything while we moved into reverse positions. When I was sitting with my back to JC, and he was lathering my back and rubbing it so softly and gently, I just wanted to lie-back and go to sleep. We stayed in the tub until we both looked like prunes, and then I asked, "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

Shocked, JC asked, "Are you kidding? Why did you even ask?" He had been thinking all the time, `How am I going to ask the same question.'

I blurted out, "Because I love you;" I hoped he felt the same way.

JC stood and stepped out of the tub, reached for a towel, and then for me. "Let me help you, my love," he said, reaching out to take my hand.

Once I was out, we each dried the other in the most loving and tender way. We moved into my bedroom, pulled back the covers, and crawled in, side by side.

JC looked at me and said, "Wanna make love again ... now?"

"I'd love to, but this old man needs some rest." Then I paused to think. 'Oh, how I wish he would've come to me when David kicked him out.' "After that wild romp we had in the living room, I'm afraid I'm rather tired." I hoped this wouldn't cause him to change his mind, because I was really falling in love with him.

With a loving smile, he said, "That's Ok, Charlie; I love you and can wait forever if I have to." He was thinking, `I hope this is the start of a lasting love.'

I rolled over close to JC, into a spoon position, with my arm over his side and resting on his stomach. I whispered into his ear, "Goodnight, Love; sleep well, and remember ... I love you."

JC replied, "It feels so nice with you lying there like that. Don't move; let's just lie like this forever." He thought, `I still want more of him, but I know in my heart, that it WILL happen, if I have anything to do with it.'

We fell asleep like that, for how long I don't know, but when I woke up, I found we were still spooned to each other, but my hand had gripped onto JC's manhood which was at attention again. I thought, 'Oh, how nice it would be to be young again.' I lightly squeezed it, then slowly started stroking it.. I ran my thumb over the tip, playing with the skin on the underside of the gland -- that little spot that is so tender and sensitive. It jerked each time I touched it. I could feel a drop of pre-come leaking from it; then he moaned, and I stopped, not wanting to wake him. I continued to lie there until I knew he was fully asleep again, and then, I began all over once more, loving it, and enjoying the feeling of holding his manhood in my hand. I guess I dozed off for a bit, 'cause the next time I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful pair of blue eyes staring back at me, and my hand was still holding his ever-so-hard manhood.

With a cute smile, JC said, "You seem to like that."

I grinned back saying, "You don't know the half of it. I woke up during the night and caressed and fondled it for a long time." I was about to start again!

JC said, "Why didn't you wake me?" I could tell he wished that I had.

I simply replied, "I wanted to let you sleep, and for my own selfish reasons of enjoying the feel of you, every part of you." Oh, how I loved the feel of him.

"Want to make love, Hon?" JC said as he thought, `Oh please, please say yes; oh, please.'

I started gripping his manhood tighter, and stroking it longer and slower, until JC started to moan again. Then I rolled over on top of him and said, "I wanna make love to you my way; may I?"

"I'm all yours. Do with me as you like, Charlie," he said. `I wondered what kind of treat I'm about to get, now?'

I asked, "Would you open that night stand drawer and get the KY jelly out please?"

JC rolled over slightly and retrieved the tube and handed it to me. Then I slid down his body until my mouth was about to engulf his manhood, telling him to spread his legs wide. I opened the KY and took my right index finger, and lubed it up, along with his rosebud. Then I started pushing my finger into him, ever so slowly, until I heard him groan. Then I started licking his balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time, switching them and working my finger into his ass. He was jerking with pure pleasure each time that I touched his prostate. I then began licking the underside of his cock like an ice cream cone, not wanting to let it melt. I could tell he was about to loose it, but I just kept it up; then I sucked the head into my mouth, still fingering his insides, which were so warm and tender. Then, with my free hand, I reached up and pinched one of his nipples, and he let out a loud groan of pure pleasure.

JC moaned, "Oh, God, Charlie, oh shiiiit!!! I'm about to loose it! You're driving me wild. I'm feeling the river of no return start to flow ... I'm cominggg; oh, love, I'm cominggg..." He shot, first one load then another, down my throat. I was working his manhood, and he could feel the unbelievable pleasure I was giving him, with two of my fingers in his ass. I slowly pulled them out, and slid up his body and began kissing him; letting him have a taste of his own love nectar. We just lay like that, kissing and snuggling, for what seemed like hours. Soon, we noticed it was getting daylight outside, so we both got up and headed for the shower.

I said "You wanna take one together, JC?"

JC thinking, `Oh what a wonderful night that was!' said, "Is there any other way, Love?"

We both got into the shower, got wet, moved out of the spray, and then, I once again lathered him until he looked like a snowman; when I finished, he did the same to me. We hugged, sliding against each other; the soap made us so slick, we horsed around, playing greased pig. I tried holding him, and he would break free; then he would try keeping me from getting away. I grabbed him by the cock, and it slipped away, too. So we stepped back into the spray and rinsed each other off. We took one towel and I first dried JC. Then he dried me with the same towel, taking longer to dry me, because the towel was so damp. We chuckled at how stupid that was. JC then went to the guestroom to get dressed, and I dressed in my own bedroom ... soon to be OUR bedroom ... or at least I hoped it would. After finishing, I went to the kitchen and found Clyde already preparing breakfast. I said, "Good morning, Clyde."

He smiled and said, "Good morning, Charlie; looks like the two of you made up."

"Well, I guess you could say that." I looked at him with a sheepish grin as my face flushed.

He must have been thinking, `Nice to see Charlie's happy again,' 'cause he said, "I'm glad to hear that. You two looked like the world was about to collapse on you last night."

JC came into the kitchen; "Good morning, Clyde; something sure smells good."

Clyde looked at JC and said, "How was your night JC? You look happy."

JC replied with a grin, "It was marvelous; just marvelous, is all I can say, and that old man..." he pointed to me, "... was out of this world."

I was blushing a deep shade of pink, and Clyde was looking at me with a smile on his face. I just KNEW that HE knew what had happened ... not ALL the details, of course, but in general ... he knew!

With a warm smile, Clyde said, "Well, like I just told Charlie ... I'm happy you two made up."

JC said, "We certainly did, and how." He looked at my bright red, blushing face, then asked, "What are you blushing for, Charlie?"

I said, sheepishly, "Well, Clyde has seen me with James, but that was a long, long time ago."

JC snickered, then trying to change the subject, asked, "What's for breakfast? I'm starving!"

Clyde replied, "Gonna have French waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, bacon, sausage, and coffee."

Breakfast was served on an as-needed or as-wanted basis, so JC was first with his, and he wolfed it down. Chuckling at him, I said, "Boy! You sure worked up an appetite last night."

JC snickered again and said, "Hell, yeah; it was a lot of work, and this flight attendant isn't use to those kinds of maneuvers!"

Clyde spoke next, saying; "Well, you both look like you need a few more hours of sleep." Then he laughed, trailing off to a chuckle.

I just smiled at them both, knowing we needed the rest. I asked JC, "What would you like to do today?" I was thinking to myself, that if I were JC, '... what would I enjoy doing today?'

JC just sat there for a few minutes, pondering, with a contemplating smile about him. Then he started snickering, with a sheepish grin, and said, "Well, I really hadn't thought that much about it, but maybe we could just drive around town and the surrounding area, so I can see the place. At least I could tell folks I've seen Casper."

I thought for a moment, and then said, "Let me get Carl on the line and set up a tour for us, if that's what you'd like?"

"That sounds great, Charlie."

Just then the phone rang, and Clyde answered it, "Hello ... Clyde speaking; may I help you?" After a moment's silence, he said, "Ok, Greg, here he is." Then he handed the phone to me and said, "For you, Charlie."

"Good morning, Greg, how are you today?"

Greg said, "Doing fine, but we have a small problem, and I think it'll need your attention."

"What is it?" I wondered where this was going, not wanting to ruin what JC and I had just come to understand about each other.

"Well, it seems we need to go back to Munich about the hotel, and both Carrie and I HAVE to be there. Also ... there's a short meeting in Honolulu about our holdings there, that has to be attended by one of us."

To be continued...


Author's note:

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