Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2010 19:22:31 +0200
From: Egan e2 <egan44@gmail.com>
Subject: My Night with Joe - Part 9: "Leaving on a Jet Plane"

Hi again everyone.

This is the NINTH (And third last) installment in the series "My Night with
Joe" called "Leaving on a Jet Plane".

IMPORTANT: The story parts are in chronological order, so I suggest that
you read the first 8 in the series before jumping into this one (Just
search for "My Night with Joe").

This is an erotic gay story about two guys and involves themes of a sexual
nature, so if that offends you or you are not old enough to read this, then
hit the "back" button and please leave now!

Enjoy!
Egan Sheridan

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My Night with Joe - Part 9: "Leaving on a Jet Plane"

Joe only came home about 4 hours later from his workplace, looking quite
tired, his one bruised eye socket not making him look any better. As he
walked in, he really looked down. He looked over at Brad and me, where we
were having a game of Fifa 2010 on the XBox 360, while waiting for him to
come home.

"Hey, Joe!" I called, as I put the controller down and jumped up to greet
him.

"Bradley, pause that shit!," I said, as I turned my back to the TV and went
over to Joe, giving him a hug. He warmly returned and extended the hug.

"Hey, dude", said Bradley, from the couch, not breaking his concentration on
the game, shoes perched up on the coffee table.

"Hey, guys," replied Joe, sounding very tired.

"Welcome back. You look tired. Everything OK?" I asked, concerned.

"SCORE!!! I win!" shouted Bradley.

"Nice one Bradley, nice... Thanks for pausing," I complained, but focusing
on Joe. Just him walking into the room, lit up my afternoon.

"Yeah, I'm damn tired. What a fuck up at work!" he moaned, shaking his head.

I led him to the couch and offered to make him some coffee, but he declined
and sat down with a sigh. Apparently, he was only given half the story on
the phone. The truck had driven through the window into THEIR office
building, not the one next door. And Joe had to call everyone in to make
sure that they got as much of it sorted as possible, before Monday.

Brad finally paused the game, after scoring 3 illegal goals against my team,
and put the controller down on the couch. Joe told us all about what
happened. At least it sounded like they had managed to sort out most of it.

"You should have called if you needed help, dude. We could have come to
help, as we did very little here today," I said, keeping my promise to Brad,
and not telling Joe about what had happened earlier in the day.

"Speak for yourself! I beat you in a host of football matches!" laughed
Brad.

"I'll kick your ass later," said Joe, smiling, continuing "But, No... Thanks
for the offer, but there was not much you guys could have done. Most of the
office staff had to come in and sort out their shit, so it was cool. More
than enough people to help out. Besides, you are on holiday!"

"I am just glad you are back now," I smiled.

"Just in time for us to go party! The guys are picking me up in just over an
hour," said Brad, looking awkwardly over his shoulder at the clock in the
kitchen.

Joe shook his head. "No thanks. You guys can go. I am going to have an early
one tonight. Don't think I can drink anymore a second night in a row. Even
thinking about alcohol now makes me weak at the knees."

"Then I am going to stay in with you. Maybe we can get movies or something,"
I said.

"I'd like that very much. Like we used to," Joe smiled, as I smiled back at
him.

"Oh, my God! You would swear you two are sixty years old! One hard party,
and you are done for the weekend!"

"You will get there, too, Brad. Someday," I joked.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe when I am one hundred! It was one fuck of a party,
though! The stuff of legends!" he laughed.

"Talk to me in ten years time," Joe smiled back.

"You two just want to get it on tonight... I know how your dirty 'old minds
work," he said, pointing at us alternately, grinning.

"I'll leave you two love birds... or is that two sex kittens... to it then.
Excuse me while I go get ready."

Brad left the room, ruffling my hair on the way past, as I playfully swiped
a fist at him, which he skillfully dodged, and laughed, "Bradley, one! Jason
zero!"

"I hope he wasn't too much of a handful today," said Joe.

"Not at all. On the contrary; we actually had some time to get to know each
other. He is not such a bad guy after all."

"I suppose he hounded you for a fuck, right?"

"Actually, no. We bathed together, but nothing happened."

"God, miracles still do happen!" laughed Joe. "I thought he would have
fucked your brains out by now!"

We laughed, and then, after a pause, Joe took my left hand, staring at it.
"I am so sorry I had to go this morning. We only have two full days
together, and I have to go to work for shit like that. It pisses me off!"

"Hey, it wasn't your fault."

"Still. . . . What time is your plane leaving tomorrow?"

"3pm."

He sighed.

I could see he was feeling depressed that we only had tonight together, and
then I had to leave. I put my right hand on his, and squeezed it.

"You know what? To hell with movies. Once Brad is gone, let's just go to the
room and spend time together. I just want to be intimate with you."

"I could not have said it better myself," I smiled.

Joe picked up the XBox controller and looked at me. "How about I kick your
ass?"

"Like that is going to happen," I said, grabbing the other control.

About an hour and a half later, Bradley left, after a few Loudspeaker
announcements about our ongoing game match, of course. We nodded him off,
and chirped quick goodbye's, trying to maintain our concentration on winning
the game.

After a 2-1 victory to Joe, I realized that I needed more practice.

Joe put the control down, and laid down on my lap, looking up at me. I put
my left hand on his chest, and stroked his hair lightly.

"I can't believe you are here. This is how I pictured us being forever," he
said, staring lovingly into my eyes.

I nodded, thinking about everything Bradley had said to me. And the promise
I had made to him. Still, I did not have an answer. I did not know if I was
ready to make the drastic life-changing decision that I knew I surely had to
consider now.

I took the easy way out for the time being, and cowardly changed the
subject. "Do you know it is Bradley's twenty first birthday in three week's
time?"

"What? Are you serious? Why didn't the little asshole tell me? I thought he
was twenty one already!"

I shrugged my shoulders, and continued, "We think we need to organize a
party for him that he won't forget."

"Won't he go back home for it to be with the family?"

"No... apparently he is writing exams here, too close to his birthday to go
back home in time for it," I said, almost telling the full truth. I felt
sadness for Bradley's sake again.

"Shame... Poor Brad," he said. If only he knew!

"And what do you mean, WE need to organize a party for him? You're leaving
tomorrow," he continued, changing his tone of voice, and frowning slightly.

I smiled, "Yeah, thats just the thing... It looks like I am coming back in
three week's time for the party."

"WHAT!" shouted Joe, as he jumped up. "Are you fucking serious!?"

"Yeah," I grinned.

"Fucker! for not telling me!" he said loudly. "Here I am all depressed,
thinking that tomorrow is the last time I am going to see you, for months!"

"Sorry, I should have said something earlier."

"Yes, you should have!" he said, smiling from ear to ear. "Come here you!"

He grabbed me by both hands and pulled me up to my feet, flung his arms
around my torso, and kissed me, with deep tongue, like there was no
tomorrow. As we started to get hard, we began to undress each other, and by
the time we reached the bedroom, we were naked. A trail of clothes, leading
from the lounge, served as evidence of where the action, that was about to
happen, all began.

Joe asked if we could have a quick shower first, and I was all too keen to
oblige him. We worked each other up nicely in the shower, washing and
cleaning every portion of each other's bodies. After stepping out, we dried
each other off a little, but the intensity and smell of pending sex was too
much for us, so we headed to the bed, our bodies still glistening from
dampness.

We got onto the bed, kneeling and kissing, our tongues dancing around in
each other's moist mouths, running our hands over each other's tingling
bodies, while burning with desire. I felt an insatiable need to have Joe
inside me, and I leaned forward, taking his wanting penis into my mouth. As
it throbbed to the sensations of my wet tongue wrapping itself around the
shaft, Joe moaned with pleasure. The musky smell of his crotch was filling
my nostrils, as I sucked the warm man meat as hard as I could. After a few
seconds, Joe pulled me off his cock and kissed me. He then pushed me onto my
back, and held me down, with his left hand on my stomach, as his right hand
grabbed my penis at the base. He leaned forward and gave me a blowjob that
made my entire body tingle with electricity. I looked up at him while he was
sucking me off, and stared into his beautiful brown eyes. He stared backed
at me, his mouth full of my pulsating warm flesh. Then he worked his tongue
around and under my foreskin, making me crazy wild with sexual, animal lust.
I grabbed the sheets on either side of me, and tried hard not to scream out
at the top of my voice, in ecstasy.  After releasing my cock from his mouth,
and from the almost unbearable pleasure he was showering me with, he lifted
my legs and pushed them into the air, exposing my asshole to his waiting
hard cock. I waited in anticipation for him to enter me, but, instead, he
leaned back down and started to lick my balls. I grabbed behind my knees,
holding my legs in the air, and allowed him to continue working on me. He
then moved lower, down towards my asshole, and I realized that I was about
to experience something that I had never before had. The excitement and
tension running throughout my body was tangible. It felt like a buzzing
electricity field was engulfing my entire body, setting it alight with
passion.

I did not think it could get any more electrifying, but I was wrong. As Joe
started to rim my asshole with his warm, soft tongue, I lost all ability to
control myself. My body started to shake uncontrollably. My asshole, still
damp from the shower,  was soon even wetter with Joe's saliva, as he worked
his tongue around it, and in and out. I moaned and groaned, seeing stars
above me, as my back arched without me doing anything. My neck, as if being
controlled by someone else, stretched back into the pillow as far as it
could go. I had seen porn with people being rimmed before, and had
fantasized what it would be like if I ever had it done to me. But even in my
wildest fantasies, I never expected it to be like this. It was not possible
to described how I felt at that moment. The more Joe worked my asshole, the
more it loosened up. I could literally feel myself opening up to him. Joe
seemed to be enjoying what he was doing, as he would every now and then work
the hole with his thumbs, opening it up even more, and then delving deeper
in with his tongue dildo. Finally, he stuck two fingers in and twisted them
around easily, something that would normally have caused me some pain.

Joe then sat up on his haunches, his cock pointing up at his chin, and
leaned over towards the bedside table. I realized that he was going to get a
condom, but I would have none of it. I released my elevated legs, and
quickly wrapped them around his damp, manly torso, and held him in place, my
arms falling down on either side of me. He looked at me with lust-filled
eyes, as I simply shook my head. I then tightened my grip around his waist
and pulled him towards me, so that he ended up having his hanging balls rest
against my wanting anus, his cock standing tall, right below my penis and
balls. I looked down at the scene, and precum was glistening on the end of
Joe's penis. My stomach, that had my throbbing cock laying against it, had a
few congregated drops of my own precum on it, as well as a thin trail of
precum running from that, to the opening of my penis. As I looked at it, a
new drop slowly ran down the string, and also came to rest on my stomach.
too.

Joe stared at me, his chest expanding and contracting in conjunction with
his heavy breathing. I was also panting, arms stretched out on either side
of me, sheets still crumpled around me. This was different to any sex we had
ever had in the past. There was animalistic and primal urges and forces at
work. Urges that I never knew existed before now, but knew I wanted more of.
Joe looked at my penis, and the puddle of my precum, and slowly ran his warm
fingers over it. He then dipped his fingers into the puddle, and caressed my
stomach with it for a few seconds. He then took his now wet fingers and
rubbed it onto his own cock head, mixing it with his precum, and lubricating
his penis even more than it already was. Without saying anything, Joe
grabbed the base of his hard cock and leaned back a little, as I loosened my
grip around him slightly. He pushed the fat head against my saliva wet
opening, and pushed forward slowly, his spit and our precum being the only
lubricant. And it was more than sufficient, as his cock glided into me,
starting to fill the void that I needed filling so badly by him. Joe opened
his mouth, as he bent his head back, but the only sound he made was a large
exhale, seeming to finally be satisfied that he was inside me. He had worked
my asshole up so well, that I hardly felt any pain; only the pleasure of his
bare warm penis filling me. Once he was fully inside me, he grabbed the back
of my knees, as I loosened my grip around him, and he held my legs up, feet
in the air, and started to fuck me in and out. Feeling his bare skin rubbing
in and out of me was amazing! After a few moments of staring at Joe's manly
chest, panting as he jerked forward and backward, his arms lifted in front
of him, framing his handsome male figure with my raised legs and feet, I
closed my eyes and grabbed the sheets on either side of me again, as he
fucked me like never before.

After . . . I don't know how long, he must have been getting tired, because
he put my feet on his chest, one hand on each, and leaned forward against
them, not slowing the rhythm of his movement. I opened my eyes and stared at
him again. I was expressionless, unable to say anything; the only movement
and sound was my lower jaw that was trembling slightly, allowing small moans
to occasionally escape. His brown eyes looked almost black with lust and
intensity. After a few more minutes, he finally moved my legs apart,
allowing them to fall on either side of him, as he leaned a little forward
and started to tremble; then he placed his hands on either side of my waist.
His movement slowed, and I again wrapped my legs around his waist, making
sure that he was going to let all his man juice fill me. I had never before
smelled such a strong scent of sex in the air. The room seemed to be full of
male sex odor, and it was driving me wild. As Joe's stomach muscles started
to contract, he started to moan loudly, and I felt my insides being coated
with his wonderfully warm sperm. He shouted at the ceiling, as he shot his
head back and lifted me up slightly by my waist. He trembled and shook
violently, with me still locked around him tightly. As his glorious manly
climax started to subside, he leaned forward, grabbed me by the neck and
back, and lifted me up, so that I was straddling him, as he sat back on his
legs. I loosened my legs and allowed my feet to fall behind him, onto his
soles. Sweat ran down my back, chest, and stomach, as he placed a strong
left hand on my back, fingers stretched open, placing his right hand on my
left inside thigh, and pulling me towards him, kissing me forcefully. I was
all too happy to give my entire body over to Joe to do with what he pleased.
Seeing this wilder side of him was surprising and exciting, all at once. My
hard throbbing penis was pressed tightly against Joe's stomach, as he held
me close and tight against him, and  I gripped my hands around his sweaty
back. His penis still inside me, I moved up and down over the slightly
softening shaft, using his warm semen as more lubricant, as I just enjoyed
feeling him naked inside me.

I could not take it anymore, so I pushed him backwards, allowing him to
swing his legs out from under him, and I pushed him down onto his back, at
the bottom of the bed. I was now straddling him, finding it a little harder
to keep his penis inside me. I moved to adjust and compensate, as I grabbed
my penis and started to work it with my right hand, staring at him in
anticipation for one of the greatest orgasms I would ever experience.

"Give it to me!" he suddenly said, in a low, sexual tone. "Cum on me... do
it... make me wet!"

His talking like that made me extremely hot, and I could not take it much
longer. I lifted up a little, allowing his penis to come out of my ass, and
moved in between his legs, still working my cock hard, panting like a
racehorse. Joe pulled his feet towards him, and placed them on either side
of me, his knees in the air. I looked at his softening cock, full of it's
own sperm that my ass rubbed all over it. As the warm white substance
glistened, Joe grabbed it with his left hand, and slowly felt it up and
down, allowing his fingers to glide over the sperm lube. He never once broke
his gaze from my eyes, while he slowly caressed his cock head.

Feeling my unstoppable climax coming at me faster than I could breathe, I
grabbed Joe's thigh with my left hand and started to spray loads of cum onto
his penis, stomach, and chest. The sight of Joe, who started to rub his
chest and stomach up and down with my sperm, with using his right hand,
while playing with his cock in his left, made my orgasm even more enjoyable.
I felt my toes curling up behind me, as I sat on my haunches, spraying Joe
with my wet, warm cum, now coating his arms as well.

"Oh, yeah!" he moaned, rubbing himself full, as I continued cumming. I
couldn't hold myself up anymore, as I fell forward onto Joe, burying my head
into the bedding next to him and had my last few convulsions on top of him.
I could feel my warm sperm between us, as he placed his hands on my back and
embraced me tightly. I wrapped my right hand around the side of his face and
head, as my left just lay down the side of me, unable to move.

Joe finally whispered softly into my ear, "Love you."

I returned it with a whimper. "Love you, too."

The last thing I remember before falling asleep, was Joe's apple scented
hair, from the shampoo that I had lathered into it earlier, as we showered
together.

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I had not heard Bradley come back that night, even though, according to him,
he made one "hell of a noise" in his drunken state. Not wanting to bother
us, he slept (meaning, he passed out) in the spare bedroom.

After we woke up, I again showered with Joe, as we cleaned up from the
action the night before. It was becoming common place for us to showering
together, and it was something that I really enjoyed. It felt like it was
our male bonding time - intimate and fun, as we helped clean each other
thoroughly. And seeing Joe's naked body glisten under the water was always a
welcome treat so early in the morning.

When Bradley finally woke up, it was quite late already, but it was OK, as
we had decided that we would spend the day at the house, until I had to go.
It was a very quiet day, Bradley being more relaxed, too, due to his
hangover induced "shyness". We joked about it, as he took some more headache
pills, while standing in the kitchen in nothing but his sexy boxers. He
simply looked at us, and gave us the middle finger, while half sarcastically
smiling at us, obviously not feeling his best.

He sat with us, as we just chatted the whole morning. His twenty first
birthday party was quite a topic of discussion, since we only had three
weeks until it was upon us. Bradley had become quiet, and, on closer
inspection, we saw that he had fallen asleep on the couch, obviously not
recovered from the hard partying the previous night. I felt sorry for him
and the state he was in, but was very happy that I was not in the same boat.
Eventually Brad woke up, and went to get dressed, too. Although I told him
he didn't have to, he insisted he was going with us to see me off at the
airport. I thought it was cute that he wanted to see me off, even though he
was in a near alcohol-induced coma.

We drove in Joe's car to the airport, having to stop once for Brad, whose
fragile insides did not take kindly to the bumps in the road. The goodbye at
the airport, although sad, was made easier by the fact that I was going to
see the boys again in three weeks time. We made plans for the party, that
Joe and Brad would organize, and do what needed to be done for the party,
and Joe and I would share the expenses. (The majority, thereof, would be
alcohol, no doubt, knowing Brad and his fellow students.)

I hugged Brad, as he smiled and thanked me for "you know what".

Joe looked a little puzzled, but said nothing, as he hugged me tightly, and
I gave him one just as tight.

"You guys look after each other. And I'll see you both in three weeks," I
said, as we finally broke our embrace.

"Cheers, bitch," Brad smiled.

"I'll miss you, Jason," Joe said. Joe

"I'll miss you, too, Joe," I said, and hugged him again, for good measure.
"And you, Brad," I said, giving him a wave.

"Don't worry about Joe. I'll keep his bed warm while you are gone. At least
I don't have to share him anymore with you!" Brad laughed jokingly. I
laughed back, and then he stepped back to give Joe some alone time with me,
mouthing the words "thank you", looking very sincerely at me, without
allowing Joe to see. I nodded and smiled.

"Thanks again for coming out here and visiting. You do not know how much it
means to me," Joe said, looking into my eyes. I did, as it meant the same to
me. We did not kiss each other, as Joe respected the fact that I was not out
of the closet. It was the small things like that, that made Joe the special
person he was. To everyone else, we could have been good friends or brothers
saying goodbye at the airport.

As I waved the last wave before going through the metal detectors, I looked
back at Joe, the love of my life, my "soul mate", and our sexy, hungover
friend, Bradley. He was a special guy, too. Just a little fucked up, due to
a few unfortunate curve balls that life had thrown his way. I smiled at the
image, still in my head, of them standing there, as I turned the corner -
Joe with his still slightly black eye, and Brad, a bit shorter than Joe,
with the two new plasters on his face. It was a great weekend. Just too
short.

As the plane took to the air, I felt disconnected with Joe again, instantly
alone. The entire plane trip home, I thought about it, and I dreaded the
coming three weeks in an empty house. It was going to be lonely, but at
least I would have time to think; some alone time. Time that I had not
really had since Becca left me, and I had surprised Joe with my visit. Maybe
it was just what I needed. I had a big decision to make. One that I still
did not know the answer to, and wasn't sure if I would be able to answer.

But I had promised Bradley, wiser than his years Bradley, that I would
consider it. And I had three weeks to do so.

It was possibly the three most important weeks of my entire life.



To be continued...

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End of the Part 9, "Leaving on a Jet Plane".

Look out for Part 10, the second last chapter of Jason's story, coming soon,
called: "Party People"

***
As always, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. I would like what you
guys think of this chapter and story so far,
so don't be shy to drop me some comments (egan44@gmail.com), as feedback is
always welcome and appreciated!
Thank you all so much for the feedback so far. It is very inspiring!

Until the next chapter, Peace!
Egan Sheridan