Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2008 17:08:57 -0700
From: M Smith <jplmnman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Three Friends:Part 2:Desires and Fears

This is the second installment of fictional accounts loosely based on
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Three Friends - Part 2 - Desires and Fears

It had been over a month since I had the chance meeting with Sean.  It was
long enough that except when I was grocery shopping I didn't even remember
it.  I guessed the business card he'd given me then and I'd shoved in my
pant's pocket had long since gotten shredded when I did laundry, never even
finding a trace of it.  He hadn't called me nor tried any other way to
contact me.  It was over and I wasn't going to worry about it anymore.
Lesson learned, keep my guard up, this may be the upper Midwest but still a
bunch of crazies out there.

I was fitting in more, going to the Winter Carnival in St. Paul with my
work friend, Sue.  She'd shown me intricate ice sculptures in a downtown
park, and several things happening each night during the week long
Carnival.  I was impressed to find out this was the first year in many that
they had even built an ice palace above the banks of the Mississippi and we
walked through it in the bitter cold, along with hundreds of other people.
Yeah, it was corny, typical heartland Americana but it was new and
something to experience.

After dropping Sue off at her place I drove the thirty minutes back to
mine, reflecting this wasn't such a bad place, and like all the other
cities I'd lived in, it just took time to get comfortable.  Sue was right,
people here weren't really snobby, and you needed to understand they were
expecting you to be more open and direct than I was used to.  Ok and it
didn't hurt that the winter was finally getting over so it wasn't so damn
cold all the time!

After getting home, doing the ritual of unwrapping myself, first gloves,
then winter boots, then scarf, and finally polar fleece coat, the cell
rang.  This hadn't been the first time Sue had, after we'd gone somewhere,
waited until she knew I was home and then called to tell me again how she'd
had a great time.  She knew I was gay and in a way that made our friendship
all the better.  She wasn't looking for a relationship and knowing neither
of us had to do the dating thing made it great to pal around with her.
Without even looking at caller ID I flipped the phone open, "Hey there
good-looking!  I liked this evening too!"  What came back made me realize,
no, not her.

"Hi Jay!  This is Sean, you know, we met several times at my restaurant and
then at the store that one night?  Anyway, I've been waiting to see if
you'd give me a call but nothing!"  Then there was a small laugh and he
asked if he was interrupting and when I told him no, he launched into the
same very self-confident, animated, sultry voice I'd heard at the store.
"I realized; if I was new, sure, I'd be waiting for someone to give ME a
call back, sorry, I didn't think of that until today, so here's the local
yokel giving you the call!  How've you been?"

As he talked, not shooting it out, but relaxed and friendly, I was
searching through my mind trying to recall who, what, where?  Oh, yeah,
Sean, from the grocery store, that's right.  Both, "CRAP!" and "Huh, he did
call," were running through my mind while he talked.  I wasn't scared or
angry, now it really was more wondering, ok, just what's this guy like?
"Hey Sean!  Yeah, I WAS waiting for you to call! I didn't know when it
would have been best to get a hold of you! (A total lie, I'd almost
forgotten and long ago lost his card.)  So, what's going on this bitch cold
evening for you?"

"Well, I was thinking, ahhh, more hoping you'd want to come over for that
drink Jay.  I've got this really cool bar I want you to see and just me
here kicking around and sure could use some company and all.  Won't take
but a few minutes to get here and whatever you want, I'm sure I can make
it, use to bartend.  Plus tons of eats, don't forget where I work!  You
have a piece of paper and pencil handy?"

Wow, this guy was light years into self-confidence that I'd accept his
invite and be grabbing something to write directions down for his place.
Yet, heck, why not, tomorrow was Saturday and nothing planned.  Worst that
could happen is we didn't hit it off and maybe we would.  Again, despite my
street smart side going on alert, "Yeah, just got in the door and need to
drop some stuff, can you hold a second Sean?  Then I'll grab some paper and
you can give me directions.  Wow, didn't think you even remembered me, nice
to hear your voice!"  The thing was, it actually WAS nice to hear his
voice, so deep and sexy, he could do voice overs for commercials, that's
for sure.

I quickly dropped the coat and gloves on the floor and grabbed the pad and
pen I always kept on the table next to the door.  "Ok man, shoot, but take
it slow, not fast writing right now, hands are still really cold!"  He
proceeded to tell me, out to the road in front of my complex, turn right,
then right again at the light, head down the road about a half mile, then
right on Wellman and it was the third street, take a left and finally the
next right, Ring Court, a cul-de-sac, the dark brown house at the end, on
the right, only brown one there.  I repeated back the directions, him
telling me, "Yep, that's it!" and I told him I'd be there in a few...I
wasn't going to get all wrapped up to do just a ten minute drive.

After pulling on a lighter coat and grabbing the gloves, this time sliding
into some moccasins, I was out the door and in my still warm car in no
time.  I hadn't even closed the garage door so it was just pull out, creep
out on the couple inches of snow to the exit and make the right onto the
road.  Yep, there's the stop light, turn right, ok, about a half mile,
yeah, there's Wellman, another right.  Now its count streets and turn left
on the third, one, two, there wasn't a third!  Wellman ended up merging
with another road, just disappearing.  I was cussing to myself; I'd missed
the damn street, turned around and headed back down to where Wellman
started.  Again, ONE, TWO, DAMN IT, merge and gone!

On the second time back down, it had become more a mission than just to see
what this guy was like; I was looking at the street names, Third, Second,
intersection.  Wait a minute, shit, I'm gonna head back up and try Third
Street, go down it.  Yup, there's Ring Court, make the right, fuck, and
there's the only brown house in the thing, at the end on the right, even
has a light on.  I was grinning to myself as I went up the walk, getting
ready to tell this soooo self-confident guy, "Hey, not the third street,
but Third Street!" when the door opened just before I could hit the door
bell and there stood Sean, looking just like last time, grinning yet calm;
I actually was happy to see him.

After getting inside and telling him my little victory he apologized,
"Gees, I ALWAYS do that!  I forget; it's the street NAME! Gawd, sure glad
you didn't give up, heck, I would have thought you were just telling me to
get lost."  Then, without warning, he stepped totally into my space and
gave me the biggest hug I'd had in a LONG time.  All I could do was smile
back, returning his hug; somehow he knew exactly what I needed and that I
wouldn't refuse it.  Plus it instantly dropped the tension anyone would
feel when first meeting at another's home.

"So Jay, what's your pleasure?  I've got some spaghetti in clam sauce, I
remember you ordered that a few times when you ate there, or there's
meatloaf, heck, anything you want guy!  Also, what to drink?  Hope it's not
too complex, my bartending has been a couple of years ago," and on it went.
It was amazing, he didn't stop talking but it wasn't bothersome, like so
many people can be.  He was so polite and sophisticated, tossing off
comments as he walked around, looking at his guest, making me feel a part
of what was happening, asking me questions.  Within a few minutes I had sat
down on a stool, told him I wasn't hungry and vodka with tonic would be
great.  Just as fast there were two vodka tonics on the counter and company
sitting next to me, that same sensual cologne present as before, not
overpowering, not blocking out other scents in the room but enhancing his
personality and presence.  I really liked this guy but didn't really know
why; I was glad he'd called and I didn't blow him off.

After sipping our drinks I asked him, "This whole place is yours Sean?  I
mean, it's great but a single guy and this sized home?  Seems a bit
overkill if you ask me."  His warm smile was infectious and I could sense I
was returning it as we sat there just chatting and getting past the small
stuff and nerves.

"Well, here, grab your drink and I'll give you a tour of Tara, 'cause
frankly, I DO give a damn!" We both laughed and up the stairs we went; him
leading, damn he had a nice ass!  On the top level there were two bedrooms
and a master bath, nothing else.  Then back down to the entry level, a good
sized kitchen with center isle (huh, guess he liked what he did for work) a
formal dining room and a breakfast nook.  Down the next stairs he pointed
out an office containing a HUGE two sided desk with a leather top and next
to that was a den, full of books and comfortable furniture.  The home also
had another bathroom on this level.  "I can make the office into a bedroom
if I decide I want to rent it out to someone.  Done it before but right
now, just nice having the office there and no one to bother with."

Then it was down the last set of stairs into a good sized bar and lounge.
He hadn't been kidding, it was like a commercial lounge that would seat
about a dozen people besides four more at the bar...all done in green plaid
wallpaper and pencil sketches on the walls.  As he turned to me he said,
"This is were I like to have my parties, much nicer than having people all
over the place and we can watch TV, play video games, do tunes or just hang
out."  At that point he sat on a long white leather couch against one wall,
smiling up at me.  "Hey, why don't you join me?"

It didn't take either of us long to put our drinks down and soon his arm
was around my shoulder and I was kissing him gently on the cheek.  I wasn't
really sure where this was going but sure liked were it was at the moment!
"So Sean, do you treat ALL your guests like this or am I the special one?"
I wanted to see if he was having guys over all the time or was this
something more.

"Jay? I have to tell you something."  He looked so serious and it did stop
the action.  "I don't live alone; I have a partner, Adam."  Before I could
say anything he continued, "Right now Adam is in Iraq, he's in the reserves
and his unit was called up about two months ago, just about the time I met
you at the restaurant.  We've been a couple for almost fourteen years and
this is the first time I've ever had someone over here.  Sure, at times I
might be with another guy but it's always been somewhere else, never here,
I don't throw it in his face."  Then his eyes lowered in embarrassment, as
though he had just gotten done confessing his sins and was waiting for the
penance to be announced.

I reached over to his shoulder, trying to understand how he must feel.
"Sean, not sure what I'm supposed to say or do here.  All I do know is I
like being with you, I'm really sorry Adam is at war, he WILL be fine, and
I don't think you're doing anything wrong, ok?"  When he heard that the
sadness lifted some, a little smile on his face, for the first time looking
shy.

"You think so?  I mean, well, I miss him and god, I'm so SCARED he's not
coming back!  I don't know what I'd do if he never came back.  We call as
much as we can and send emails, but since he left I feel so alone and lost.
No one to talk to and it's so quiet when I get home, everything just where
I left it, not like when Adam's here."  Then in a very shy voice he added,
"I miss having someone touch me, just knowing I'm okay; that someone else
wants me."

That last bit really hit home, what I had been feeling, missing having
another touch me, knowing I was desirable, wanted, sensual.  "Sean? Got
some news for you, that's how I feel much of the time.  Since moving from
Washington DC, well..." and my voice broke, I could see he understood.  His
hand was on my knee and he started to lean back in and this time our lips
met.  Both of us were so alone and in a way, scared, yet for the moment, we
were with another who maybe didn't understand everything the other was
going through but we did understand what was happening that moment.

I could feel warmth growing in my stomach, feeling a man's lips on mine,
knowing I so wanted to be loved and held right now.  All the months, now
almost six, were showing how much I had stuffed that need deep inside.  I
parted my lips and slowly slid my tongue past his lips and into his mouth,
he didn't resist.  Soon we were embracing, lying on the couch, him on top
of me, as we continued what had to be one of the more passionate kisses I'd
experienced.  His tongue was exploring my mouth, lapping against my tongue,
him softly moaning as I began to feel his groin grinding into mine.  We
both not just wanted this, we needed this.

His dark brown eyes were so intense, just inches from mine, and then he
leaned up.  "Huh, you've got hazel eyes Jay, you're cute!"  Then he grinned
and smothered me with an even deeper kiss as his hands reached down, trying
to unbutton and unzip my pants while we were locked in a kiss I never
wanted to stop.  Feeling his hands trying their best to get me naked made
me laugh, I tried not to, but I couldn't help it...it seemed so much like
two kids in high school on a first date trying to get past first base.

"Here, let me help you there guy," and I pushed him slightly off me and
quickly undid my pants while he followed suit, soon him in his boxers and
me in my boxer-briefs.  "Well, looks like we're not matching there Sean!
Boxers, always thought they made a guy seem old but you know, on you?
Verrrry sexy!"

His reply was to look directly at me, grinning, as his hands pulled his
boxers down and off, tossing them across the room, spreading his legs,
displaying to me his package while he continued to gaze at me, the soft
smile had returned; he knew he was hot.  I responded by taking mine off,
releasing my thick cock, it springing out, feeling another man's meat
touching it for the first time in a LONG time.  It didn't take much until
we were both nude, laying there on his couch; me thinking how I almost had
told this guy no and now was glad I hadn't.

Then he straddled me, about halfway up my legs, his chest and stomach
totally smooth and very lean.  I had guessed right at the store, he was
probably only 140 or so pounds, a swimmer's build, and like me, he took
care of himself.  As I looked down I could see his bag hung well below his
cock, swinging a good four inches under his shaft, looking so manly, what I
called bull balls, my favorite!  His groin was lightly furred in the same
almost black color as his hair was, framing his package, almost like it was
on display, his sexy bag shaved, enhancing how hot it looked hanging below.
I could tell he was strutting his stuff for me and I LIKED what I saw.  His
cock wasn't thick but it was about the same length as mine, also cut.  But
what was the most sensual was his cock head; it was so big yet sleek, the
ridge running around the back very pronounced and flared, it had been
designed to penetrate (I hoped into me sometime) and pleasure; that was
obvious.  All this time Sean was getting a great view of me as well and we
both could tell we liked our views.  Our cocks were totally hard and mine
was naturally doing what many men so liked about me, leaking a steady
stream of clear precum down the side of my tip and onto my shaft.

While I continued to watch he leaned down until our cocks touched and then
he wrapped his hand around both shafts and began to jack us off with a
long, slow motion.  I was in heaven then, feeling him using my precum as
lube on both our tips as he kept our cocks hugged together; jacking us with
one hand, the other holding him up on the couch.  If anyone had told me
just an hour ago that some guy I'd thought was a bit off center would be
pleasuring me as expertly as he was now, I would have first laughed and
then told them, "Right, sure!"

The look of satisfaction on his face was just as apparent, I could tell he
and Adam must of done this many times before and he so needed to feel a
man's dick against his, so he could both feel another's cock and stroke his
against another's.  He never picked up speed nor shortened his stroke, they
remained long and slow; he knew what he was doing and how if felt, the
undersides of both tips slipping along the other, sending waves of sexual
pleasure deep inside each of us.  All I did was close my eyes so I could
concentrate on the attention he was paying to my manhood, and FINALLY,
relaxing and feeling so good with another man, it was about time!

I could feel his bull balls resting on mine, the warmth they gave off felt
so good, and once again, musky man scent was starting to arouse me even
more.  I could have laid there for hours, just feeling good while he
continued loving our cocks together, but then I felt a tap on my chest and
when I opened my eyes he asked, "What would you like Jay?"

"Let's just take it were it goes, ok?"  Within a minute he was laying face
up on the couch, head on the arm rest.  I began to kiss his body, learning
for the first time all the bends and turns it had.  He was muscled but not
muscle bound, and his thin, long frame looked so hot laying there as I
caressed him with my tongue here and there.  His nipples were very
responsive to being lightly bit and licked; his form moving under me as he
groaned proved that.

As I was exploring this new territory he hesitated then asked, "Jay, would
you rim me?  I really miss that."  Then he quickly added, giving me an out
if necessary, "But you don't have to, okay?"  I just smiled and told him to
scoot up further; he understood.

Without a word he lifted his legs, grabbed his ankles with his hands and
pulled them up and out, lifting and opening his tight butt for me to view.
His ball sac was hanging down into his butt crack, looking so sensual, and
I kneeled there for some time, admiring a man who was so handsome and
sexually inviting.  He must have known he was very attractive, especially
in that position, and he held still, not saying a word while I enjoyed
viewing him, something that was arousing me more and more with each passing
second...me caressing his butt cheeks with a hand while fingering his hole
with the other as I got even more boned; if that was possible.

I got on my stomach and slid up to his butt, grabbing his hips to guide
myself where I wanted to be.  His aroma was driving me crazy, and I hadn't
even touched him yet, but not for long.  With one quick, long lick along
the full length of his crack, ending with my tongue caressing his balls, I
sent shivers through his spine and he let out a soft moan, pulling his legs
even further up, his knees almost against his chest, inviting me to lick
his dark pink pucker.  As I began to draw circles around it with my tongue
he really began to groan, louder and louder.  With each pass his man hole
would contract then relax, glistening in my saliva as I pleasured him
faster, deeper.  Before long I had planted my lips around his man hole,
darting my tongue as best I could into his opening, enjoying how much he
responded each time my tongue pushed into his ring.  I could hear gasps as
I licked a finger and brought it into play, along with my tongue.  His
taste, smell and moans were intoxicating and I couldn't stop, rimming him
harder, deeper, and faster, now lapping over his pucker as his butt moved
up to meet my tongue, me tasting him sexually.

I reached up and wrapped a hand around his hard shaft, stroking just the
base of his cock, feeling his balls pulling up and then back down as I
pulled the loose skin up onto his shaft and then back down.  It wasn't long
until they tightened on their own and he shot; he was a leaker, not a
squirter.  It was so sexy to watch and feel his warm semen ooze out his tip
and spill down over my fist and then onto his handsome shaft; I could feel
his cock pulsing with each new load flowing out.  The perfume of his jizz
scenting the air with musky man aroma made me dive into his pucker the
deepest I could with my tongue.  While he gasped and moaned, I could feel
his body jerk as he pushed down against my face.  Yet due to just shooting
he was reaching overload, I could hear his breathes now almost raspy,
uncomfortable; so I pulled back to enjoy the view of his thick, white goo
still being pumped out and more flooding down over my fist, onto him and
then a stream sliding down beside his handsome bag.  I so wanted to taste
his cum and put my hand to my mouth, licking his seed off it while he
watched me swallowing deeply.  Then I bent down, nuzzling into his balls,
harvesting it there as well, savoring it for the first time, doing what I
always did, appreciating all the qualities of a man's unique cum, the
taste, warmth, thickness, consistency, and so much more.  I was enjoying a
man's load after all this time!  I could feel my boned meat almost ready to
split as precum kept leaking out the slit onto the now slick leather, I was
so primed.  I'd started to hump the couch, running my cock along it,
through the slime trail I had made, feeling so good being with Sean.

He didn't make a small load and it took me some time to lick his balls and
cock clean; me savoring his semen, enjoying his taste, swallowing, knowing
he was there feeling me licking his jizz, accepting him.  Once done I laid
my head on his thigh; he had lowered his legs and was laying there,
breathing deep, slow breaths, looking very relaxed and so sensual.  As I
lay there, enjoying being with him, I could feel him reaching down and
touching my face, caressing it, wanting me to cum as well.  Without saying
anything he slid out from under me, got off the couch and kneeled on the
floor next to me, laying his face right next to mine and kissed me with the
softest, sweetest kiss I'd felt in years.  As we kissed I felt his warm
hand first touching my leg, then up and cupping my balls and then finding
its way to my stiff cock, his fingers teasing my piss slit, smearing my pre
over the tip.

As he slowly jacked my cock, me now on my back, eyes closed, all the worry
and concerns left, it was great to be with a man who wasn't into doing it
quick, getting done, then leaving.  I'd spread my legs, one over the couch
back, the other resting on the floor.  He knew what I wanted and he was
massaging my hole as he continued to jack me, kissing me as I got ever
closer.  It didn't take long before I jetted my semen; clenching my butt as
I shot, not quite as thick as his but definitely some distance.  He laughed
a sexy laugh seeing how hard I squirted...arching my load onto my chest and
the side of his face; him not flinching, just enjoying the feeling of my
warm, fresh semen on him as we continued to kiss as I emptied.

Once I'd finished he began to give my chest long, wide licks, tasting my
cum.  He mentioned it looked like he would need to keep some towels handy.
When I heard that I knew he, like me, needed more than just this once.
This new place didn't seem so cold or lonely anymore; another man DID want
to be with me, sexually and otherwise.

As he finished licking my load off me he got back on the couch, lying on
his side, pulling my nude body against his.  We snuggled, knowing we had
another to be with and it wasn't so bad to be where we lived.  As he
reached up and pulled a throw off the back of the couch over our bare
bodies we both began to drift off to sleep, tired but content, our legs
intertwined, it felt so great to be with him!  Guess he wasn't so far off
center as I had thought!

Next time, Three Friends - Part 3 - Intense