Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2019 21:42:35 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: "Connecting"

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*****


As he rode the subway down the West Side, Seb's left knee was jiggling. He
couldn't help it; it always happened when he was nervous, or keyed-up. He
wasn't sure which he was feeling more right now – a combination of the
two, in shifting ratio, pretty much since he'd gotten in the car to head to
the airport this morning, hours back. A whole lifetime ago, it almost
seemed like.

His knee had started jiggling a couple hours into the flight, the crummy
economy breakfast sitting heavy in his stomach, a boring movie on the
little screen in front of him. His mind had wandered, thinking about his
next destination. The promise he'd kind of made. In truth, it had been on
his mind nearly constantly the past couple of weeks, alternately making him
wish the chilly Christmas days would hurry up and go by, and then thinking
about it again, and wishing he could slow down time. Either way, he'd
usually wind up jerking off, unable to stop thinking about everything that
had happened. Everything that might still happen, too.

He'd looked out the window, staring mindlessly at the clouds going by
below, and his knee had started jiggling as he thought about it all. About
him. Eric. The way his abs had clutched beneath their dusting of dark brown
fur, as the man's breath hitched right before he came. The press of his
lips and the ghosting flick of his tongue against the back of Seb's
neck. How big and strong his hands had felt, clutching the meat of Seb's
ass. The husky, lusty growl that had accompanied it, sending a twitch
through Seb's cock and his hole at the same time.

Seb had felt that twitch again, cooped up in the plane seat, his knee
jiggling, his cock thickening along with it, starting to push down the
thigh of his jeans. He was grateful he'd managed to score an empty row, way
in the back of the plane, as he reached down to grope himself, telling
himself he was trying to make it go down, when he knew full well that
wasn't what he was doing at all. Smiling to himself, as he thought about
the way the muscles under Eric's warm skin had felt as the man plugged him,
and groped the rapidly growing length of his cock, his knee jiggling all
the while.

*Please don't get hard,* he thought to himself now in the subway car,
resettling his backpack in his lap to cover himself anyway. *Not here. Not
now.*

His knee kept on jiggling, his jeans leg scratching against his duffel bag
now. Across the way, an older woman in the seats facing his looked up from
her book, over her glasses, fixing first his jiggling knee, then his face
with a long look. Seb found himself blushing, and clenched the muscles of
his thighs and calves tight in an effort to stop himself, or at least tone
it down. Well, there went the risk of a subway boner, at least. Probably.

He looked at the Maps app on his phone screen again. One more stop, and
then a two-block walk. No time at all, really. All those hours on the plane
over the Atlantic. All those days leading up to today, almost two week's
worth, since Eric had caught his eye in the TSA line at the airport that
first time, and he'd caught Eric's too. Not much time left at all for him
to reconsider, if he wanted to.

Seemingly as soon as he started to think that, he felt the train slowing,
lights appearing in the darkness of the tunnel outside. Then the brightly
lit tile of the station, the Christopher St sign on the wall. He gathered
up his duffel and shouldered his backpack, shooting a polite smile at the
woman across the way, who'd already gone back to ignoring him. Seb wasn't
sure he'd ever really get New Yorkers, but it didn't matter – he
wouldn't be here all that long.

On the platform, he looked around for a minute as he hoisted his duffel
over his shoulder. The Uptown trains were on the other side. It'd be easy
enough to hop one back up towards Penn Station, see if he could get a train
back to Pennsylvania tonight. Easier than fulfilling the kind-of promise
he'd made at the start of this journey, maybe. Pussing out was always the
easier option, in the short run, at least.

Seb hadn't pussed out on the other side of this trip, though. He'd stepped
up, in ways that had surprised him more than a little. And shit, had it
ever been worth it. Hadn't he spent the past couple weeks thinking about
what else could happen if he stepped up like that again?

As he climbed the stairs up to the street two at a time, Seb could feel
himself smiling, even letting out a soft half-chuckle as he went, up
towards the chilly night of New York City above, and all the things it
held. All the things he'd been waiting for.


* * * * *


"Good to see you," Eric said with a smile, standing in the open door to his
apartment.

"You too," Seb replied, feeling a sudden warmth in his cheeks. But he meant
it; Eric looked damn good, tan from his Vietnam vacation, a henley skimming
the solid muscles of his chest and shoulders and arms. Seb tried not to
check the guy out too obviously, but he didn't miss the way Eric's eyes did
a quick sweep down his frame and then back up again, meeting his gaze with
that smile.

*Dude, his tongue's been up your ass,* Seb thought, the heat in his cheeks
intensifying. *I think you can look.* So he did, down Eric's athletic frame
and back up again, Eric letting out a low chuckle when Seb looked back up
to his face, nodding slightly like he approved.

"Come on in, bud," Eric said, stepping to one side so Seb could haul
himself and his bag inside.

It was a nice apartment, an older building, exposed brick on one wall,
modern, masculine-looking leather furniture set in front of a wall of
well-stocked bookshelves and a big TV. Seb heard the door close and the
click of the lock behind him, and all his nerves came back again as he
stood there in the middle of the living room, unsure what to do next.

"You can put your stuff down over there," Eric said, coming around his
side, nodding at the floor in front of the bookshelves. "Take a load
off. I'll get us a beer."

Seb unshouldered his bags and took off his coat, looking around at the art
prints on the wall as Eric retrieved a couple of beers from the kitchen. It
wasn't a big place, but that was New York, Seb figured. Definitely bigger
than the room in the ramshackle old house he shared with a couple of dudes
near the Drake campus, though, and classier for sure. The kind of place he
could see himself living in, neat and masculine, but comfortable too. He
could smell traces of cologne in the air, a scent he remembered all of a
sudden from Eric's throat and the deep cleft between his pecs, that night
at the hotel, and recalling that made him remember all the other things
too, and now he could feel his cock starting to hum in his jeans.

Eric came back in, gave him an easy smile, and gestured towards the couch
with one of the beers, handing the other to Seb. Seb positioned himself at
one end, watching Eric move to the other end of the couch partly for a cue
about how comfortable to get, and partly because he just liked watching the
guy move. He had a kind of confident ease, and there was something athletic
about the way his body moved that Seb really dug. Not like a jock,
necessarily, but a fit guy who was real in tune with his body, and used it
well. Not showy, but... 'competent' wasn't the word Seb wanted. Maybe
'proficient.' Yeah, that sounded better.

*He sure was plenty proficient with it back in that hotel...* he thought to
himself, feeling his cheeks flush a little warmer and his cock hum a little
stronger now. He took a sip of his beer to distract himself, and his knee
started to jiggle up and down again.

They made a little small talk for a few minutes, talking about the trips
they'd each taken after they'd parted ways back at Heathrow. Seb found
himself relaxing a little more – not as relaxed as Eric, who had turned
his body to face Seb, one knee pulled up onto the seat, his arm resting
along the back of the couch, but a little less uptight inside himself,
maybe. He tried not to look at Eric's resting knee, and the length of
athletic thigh above it, and especially not at the mound in the fork of
Eric's crotch. But it was an effort, reminding himself not to stare, not to
be obvious, not to be too open about who he was and what he wanted and how
much he liked what he was trying not to see. He sipped on his beer and
listened to Eric talk, the guy's easy, open, masculine manner easing him a
little more.

"So... you hungry?" Eric said after a brief lull in the conversation.

"I could eat, I guess," Seb said. It had been awhile since the last meal on
the plane, and that hadn't been anything to write home about. But he had
other things on his mind, too.

"But we don't have to eat now," he added after a moment. Eric fixed him
with a smile and an assessing kind of look.

"Fine by me," the man said. "This is a nighttime kinda town. We can go out
whenever."

Another long moment passed by, Eric sipping on his beer, his gaze on Seb
both cool and warm at once. Interested.

"Anything else you wanna do?" Eric asked eventually. It was a deceptively
easy kind of question, could've been taken any number of ways, but all of a
sudden, Seb felt something rising up inside of him. Something he didn't
want to question, or overthink.

"Actually, yeah," he said, and before he could hesitate any further, his
ass was shifting sideways across to the middle of the couch, his hand
setting his beer bottle down on the coffee table, and he was reaching for
Eric.

"Good," Eric murmured, grinning, right before Seb got to him, leaning in to
meet him partway, and just like that, easy as can be, Seb was kissing him.

Seb's cock flared into full hardness inside his jeans as his lips pressed
to Eric's, the man letting him take the lead, and amongst everything else
he was feeling, he was particularly glad for that. As their lips moved
together, Eric responding to him, Seb brought his hand up. It hung there in
the air for a moment before he cupped the back of Eric's skull, tentative
at first, then settling in more firmly as Eric murmured against him and
slid his hand up the outside of Seb's thigh, squeezing lightly. Seb grunted
back at that, let the tip of his tongue graze Eric's soft, yet strong lips,
and they were away.

Fuck, Seb had been thinking about this almost more than anything else he
and Eric had done together, the past couple weeks. Yeah, everything else
had been hot, beyond hot – but especially this, the easy, intimate,
masculine connection between their lips, the way Eric met Seb's tongue with
his own enthusiastically. The few times he'd hooked up with somebody back
at school, it was more furtive, and this kind of intimacy was never a sure
thing. For all the excitement of sex with another guy, this part was the
one Seb maybe liked the most.

Eric shifted his arm from the back of the couch and slipped his forearm
around the back of Seb's neck, drawing him in tighter as their kiss
deepened and intensified. Seb responded with a strong thrust of his tongue,
feeling his cock pulsing inside the prison of his jeans, letting out a
hungry little growl that Eric replied to with a chuckle deep in the back of
his throat. The man's hand squeezed Seb's thigh more deeply, digging into
the thickness of the muscle, and Seb remembered well how much the dude had
liked his big, long, strong legs. How much Eric had apparently liked all of
him, and that just made his cock throb even harder, made him kiss the guy
even more hungrily, leaning into him more, rising up a little as he pressed
Eric back against the side of the couch and feasted on his lips and tongue.

Eric's hand slid up his thigh, over the big, rounded swell of his ass,
squeezing it appreciatively before pulling him in even more. Seb felt
Eric's thigh shift beneath them, making room, opening up for him, and now
he had room to press his body up against Eric's more fully. They both
moaned into each other when Seb's cockbulge ground up against Eric's, and
Seb was thrilled to find the guy was just as hard as he was. Fuck, he
didn't think he'd ever been able to kiss another guy this passionately
before, not including the last time him and Eric had made out. It was wild,
and hot, and deep, and he was totally addicted to it now. There was no way
he was going to just leave this kind of thing here in New York. He
couldn't. He wanted this every time, from now on, with every guy.

"Guess you're hungry after all," Eric said with a grin when they came up
for air a few minutes later, and Seb couldn't help but blush. Eric just
squeezed his ass in response, and when Seb's hips rocked instinctively,
driving his cockbulge up and down against Eric's, the man let out another
low grunt and just nodded his approval.

"I guess I am," Seb said. "Missed this."

"Me too, big guy," Eric said, and Seb took the initiative to lean in and
kiss him again, deep and thick with tongue.

When Eric's hand slipped around his waist and found his belt, Seb faltered
a little, withdrawing from the kiss reluctantly.

"I haven't showered in... shit, I don't even know how long it is now," he
said apologetically. "This morning, anyway, but it's been a long day..."

"Don't worry, bud," Eric said, tugging his belt undone and reaching down to
caress his throbbing bulge, before finding the tab of his zipper. "We're
not going for the whole show just yet. But I bet you're ready to take some
of the edge off..."

*Just yet,* Seb thought with a kind of awe, excited and thrilled that he
wasn't the only one who'd been hoping for a whole night full of... whatever
they wound up doing together. He had a hunch it was going to be a lot. And
no matter what the naysaying part of his brain said, he was ready.

Eric pressed his other hand to Seb's chest and pushed back as he opened his
fly, Seb grinning as they changed positions, Eric now the one looming over
him. Fuck, the guy was handsome, a hungry gleam in his eye as he winked at
Seb, trailing his hand down Seb's front to join the other one opening his
jeans.

The way Eric's eyes lit up when he got Seb's jeans open and saw what was
inside made Seb grin.

"So you brought them back to me," Eric said, looking up at him with a lusty
smile, reaching inside the wide open fly, running his hand over the hard
length of Seb's cock, throbbing inside the sexy designer trunks Eric had
loaned him a couple weeks back. Seb let out a soft moan as Eric's hand
stroked over his bulge, the other tugging on the waistband of his jeans,
cueing him to lift his hips so the guy could peel more of them off of him.

"A little worn in," Seb said, blushing a little.

"That's what they're for," Eric replied, something deep and husky and manly
in his voice that made Seb's balls tingle and his nips perk up.

Eric worked his jeans down his thighs with surprising quickness, but then
Seb guessed he probably had a fair amount of experience at it. He liked
that notion. He liked the hungry way Eric ran his hands up his thighs even
more, and he was glad he'd taken the stairs up here to the third floor
instead of the elevator. Seb remembered the way Eric had handled him in the
airport hotel, the parts of him Eric had seemed to like the best – it
had been on his mind almost continuously ever since – and he tensed his
thighs up some as Eric stroked his hands up them. Not trying to be showy,
but proud of himself, and knowing what the guy liked.

"Fuck yeah," Eric growled, running his hands over the long, strong muscles
avidly, shooting Seb a quick, hungrily appreciative grin, then turning his
attention back to Seb's frame.

He ran his hands over the fabric of the trunks, the expensive soft stretch
of the fabric clinging to the tops of Seb's thighs, up to his hips and then
down to the deep indents on the sides of his ass. Already Seb could feel
himself starting to leak a little inside Eric's fancy undies, but he was
pretty sure that didn't matter. Not like he could stop it, anyway, not with
the way Eric was handling him and admiring him.

Eric dipped his head in close and sniffed along the length of Seb's
cockbulge with a satisfied sound. Seb grunted at that – it was such a
masculine kind of thing to do, not something anybody else had ever done to
him before. Sure, every guy sniffed himself, he was pretty sure. But to
breathe in another guy like that, get the scent of his cock and balls in
your nose that way... fuck, he wanted to get on this guy's level so bad.

"Knew you'd wear `em well, stud," Eric said, winking at him as he reached
for the waistband. Seb wondered if he should stop him, slow his roll, but
really, why? They were two men, they had a connection already, things were
happening – why fuck with the flow? Instead, he lifted his hips and went
with it, letting the handsome dude strip his undies – Eric's undies –
down off his hips, baring the hard, wet-tipped stretch of his cock. Eric
let out a low rumble of approval that buzzed his balls, and took his length
in hand, giving him a slow stroke, getting reacquainted with him, making
Seb moan and grab at the couch cushions beneath him.

"That's what I'm talkin' about," Eric said, focusing his attention on Seb's
cock in his hand as he tugged the trunks down. They joined Seb's jeans,
pooled around his ankles, and then Eric used his other hand to push Seb's
thigh open wider, making room for him to move in closer.

"Oh fuck," Seb moaned, the leather of the couch cushions groaning as he
clutched tighter at them, watching Eric's full lips stretch around the head
of his cock. He knew he was probably pretty musky from his long day of
travel, but Eric didn't seem to mind one bit. The guy grunted to himself as
his tongue joined his lips, sliding down the salty flesh of Seb's hard
young piece. He looked back up at Seb, eyes and the corners of his mouth
smiling as he worked his way down, Seb biting his lip and trying not to
moan too loud as he watched and felt him go.

The first time Eric had blown him, back before Christmas, had been like the
Year Zero of head for Seb. Before that, his few experiences – both
giving and receiving it – had been fumbling, unskilled, mostly other
young, nervous dudes like himself. Eric's skills had been a revelation, and
had made him cum just from oral for the first time in his life. Now,
sprawled on his couch, watching the handsome dude work his way up and down
his length, already feeling like he could cum real soon, it was like
another revelation. Eric wasn't just good at this, he liked doing it, loved
the taste and feel of Seb's cock in his mouth, and knew just how to make it
spark and hum, from tip to root. Seb liked sucking cock, too – and shit,
what a thing it was to admit that to himself. He might not be as good as
Eric was, yet, but he knew now he was going to work on getting better at
it. Much better, and he decided he was going to try and make Eric his
practice partner as much as he could, in the time they had together. Take
his skills back to school with him, and see if he could put them to good
use.

Eric did more than just suck his cock – it was a full experience, one of
his hands reaching into the humid space between his thighs to cup and
caress his balls, the other sliding up past his hip, up under his hoodie
and the T-shirt beneath it, pushing them up so he was basically naked from
his pecs to his calves. Eric's fingers found the buds of his nips and
teased them, something else nobody else had really done for him before,
sending sizzling tingles all through him, all the way down to his balls,
where Eric's other caressing hand just amplified the deep-core vibes inside
of him. All of it concentrated in the humming shaft of his cock, slick now
with Eric's spit as the man worked his skilled, eager tongue and lips up
and down the length.

"You're so fuckin' good, bro," Seb half-moaned, awed, and Eric chuckled
deep in his throat in response and gave him a wink, locking eyes on his as
he got really into it, sucking on him like a porn star might. Seb brought
one hand up from the couch to stroke over Eric's head, a little tentative,
not wanting to mess up the dude's hair, which looked like he put some
effort into it. He didn't want to seem pushy or anything, he was enjoying
all this way too much, but his hand found the back of Eric's head
instinctively, cupping it like he had when he'd kissed him earlier, moving
with it as it moved up and down on his shaft.

The sensation of Eric's skilled lips and tongue, the combination of sucking
and savoring the guy was doing on his flesh, the stimulation on his nips
and his balls, the gleam of Eric's spit on the flesh of his cock every time
the dude worked his way back up to the head to twirl his tongue around it,
then slide back down hungrily... it was all doing a number on Seb,
bigtime. That, and having spent the past several hours – hell, almost
the past two weeks – anticipating this, meant his orgasm was upon him
quicker than he'd expected, faster than he wanted. He tried to hold back,
but it was no good – some combination of Eric's tongue lapping around
the circumference of his cockhead, the electric hum in his right nipple as
the dude worked it over, his palm lovingly cupping his balls and the stroke
of his fingers along Seb's taint, all of it conspired to put him on the
road of no return.

"Shit, gonna cum, dude," Seb moaned. "You're gonna make me cum, man,
fuckkkkk..."

Eric growled lustily, encouragingly at that, fixing his gaze on Seb as he
worked faster, deeper, quick up-down suckstrokes, his fingers rubbing Seb's
taint more purposefully, and he was so fuckin' handsome and so fuckin'
good, there was no way...

"Oh fuck!" Seb gasped, his voice half-choked, his hips coming up off the
couch as his hand tightened on the back of Eric's head, and then he was
coming, coming hard, pumping thick shots of his pent-up young seed into
Eric's growling, sucking, swallowing mouth.

There was something incredibly lewd and insanely hot in the experienced way
Eric backed off a little, laving his cockhead with his tongue as Seb
painted thick streaks of cum across it, and then the hungry, noisy way he
swallowed what Seb was feeding him. The whole time, Eric kept stimulating
his nip, his taint and his balls, encouraging every last hot drop of him
out, making him buzz with even more orgasmic pleasure as they rode his load
out together.

"My fuckin' godddd," Seb moaned, falling back on the couch, feeling his
exposed skin prickling with sweat and the heat of his post-orgasmic
flush. Eric knew just how to nurse on his cock as it spurted its last
staccato shots, his tongue circling that special spot just on the underside
of his head, just this side of too much stimulation. Seb barely had to
tighten his fingers in Eric's hair and the guy was already backing off,
swallowing again as he released his cock, letting it bob in the air between
them, sticky and wet, still hard. Eric gave it a quick lick along its
length, then smiled up at Seb, squeezing his thighs as he sat back.

Eric's lips were red and plump and glossy as he smiled up at him, stroking
slowly up and down Seb's thick thighs, and all of a sudden, Seb couldn't
help but think of that British expression his mother had always used –
like the cat that got the cream – and had to stifle a little giggle.

"I think you needed that," Eric said, voice thick with spit and cum, as Seb
grinned back at him.

"Like you wouldn't believe, bro," Seb said, curling up slowly to reach for
him. He could see the traces of his cum still glazing his handsome lips,
and he hesitated internally for a second, some old remnant programming,
before drawing him closer. This kiss was slower, one of appreciation and
satiation, salty and tangy and sticky with his seed, even more so when
Eric's tongue slid into his mouth, and Seb loved every fucking bit of it.

"Thank you," Seb murmured to him when they parted.

"My pleasure, bro," Eric said. "Really."

Eric stood slowly, reaching one hand down to help Seb up, and he couldn't
help but notice how big and hard the guy was in his jeans. Seb reached for
the man's bulge, loving the slow, husky rumble from deep in his chest as he
palmed it, felt him throbbing behind the designer denim. He was frankly
surprised at himself that he had the balls to be so bold, but he was
glad. The way Eric's cock pulsed under his palm, the dude seemed pretty
glad too.

"Can I..." Seb asked a little tentatively.

"You will," Eric grinned, squeezing Seb's bare ass with one hand, adding a
hungry little noise as he did that made Seb tingle inside all over
again. "For now, why don't you get a shower, and we'll get something to
eat. I don't know about you, but I'm fuckin' starving."

"I could tell," Seb grinned, not even knowing where that came from. Eric's
eyes flared with something like surprise, then gleamed as he grinned,
giving Seb's powerful ass a solid slap.

"Go get this sexy ass cleaned up, and you'll find out more," he growled,
and Seb practically shivered with anticipation.


* * * * *


"You into trying new things?" Eric said as they walked down the street, and
Seb paused, not sure how to read the question. Truthfully, he was still a
little bit spacey after the fantastic blowjob Eric had given him, and that
plus the long, hot shower and the long day's traveling had left him feeling
a little bit spent. He supposed his body clock was still on English time,
too. Still, the cold night air was helping revive him a little, at least.

"I mean foodwise," Eric smirked at him, as Seb hurried to catch up with his
athletic stride. New Yorkers tended to walk fast, purposefully, he'd
noticed, and even though he had long legs and played a running sport, it
was definitely an adjustment.

"Oh, uh, sure," Seb replied, blushing a little, and then a little more at
the friendly way Eric studied his face. This guy could get him to try just
about anything, he thought, and there was that deep-set tingle in his guts
again at just what kinds of things they might be.

What Eric meant was Cambodian food, a slightly dingy-looking place in
Chinatown with all kinds of glossy roasted birds hanging in the window,
plastic chairs and tablecloths, white tile and bright fluorescent lights
and groups of Asian people hunched over their bowls, slurping on noodles in
a way which would have mortified his mother.

"The country duck here is killer," Eric said, glancing at the menu. "And I
think maybe the fish ball soup, some dry noodles..."

Seb picked a couple of likely-looking things and let Eric handle the
rest. He sat back in his chair and just marveled at everything, the way his
day had turned out. Here in a strange foreign restaurant in New York City,
about to eat a kind of food he'd never even thought about, the air full of
interesting smells, a handsome and thoroughly sexy guy across the table
from him with Seb's load in his stomach. A guy who he was pretty sure was
gonna take him to bed tonight and rock his fucking world. Again. For like
the fourth or fifth time, by now. All this from a couple of casual glances
in the TSA security line at the airport a couple weeks ago. Strange, the
way life moved, sometimes.

But he liked it, a lot. He felt like a real grown-up, like a man, making
his own decisions, taking the opportunities life offered up, if you knew
how to look. This morning he'd woken up in the guest bed at his mother and
stepfather's house in Wembley, dreading a long flight and the trudge back
to school, the start of classes next week, the dreary hard cold of winter
in upstate Pennsylvania... and now here he was, living a completely
different experience. A whole other life, one that Eric seemed to be living
pretty easily. Seb had a year and a half left of school, and lately had
been wondering about what would come next. Maybe it could be something a
lot like this.

The food was good, really good, spicy and interesting and flavorful. That
and the conversation helped revive him a little more from his earlier
fogginess, and the way Eric's knee kept brushing against his under the
table helped keep the warm undercurrent between them flowing. It was
casual, easy, but intimate too. Seb had never really experienced anything
like it, and when he decided to brush his own knee back against Eric's,
even moving it up and down a little, the way Eric smiled at him and rubbed
back made Seb's cock start to thicken all over again.

He started getting a little nervous again as they made their way back up to
the Canal Street station. Heading back to Eric's place, and... whatever
awaited them both there tonight. Based on experience, he had a pretty good
idea, and he was excited for it, sure. But he couldn't help feel a little
bit anxious, still. Even more so because he was starting to get some real
clear ideas about what he wanted to try tonight, and he didn't know how
Eric might feel, or even if he'd be any good at what he had in mind.

As soon as Eric slid into the seat on the train car beside him, Seb's knee
started to jiggle up and down again. As the train pulled away from the
platform, Eric rested his hand on it. Seb felt a jolt of panic, wondering
if anyone was looking, what they might think, what they might do. He looked
around furtively, but all he saw was Eric, casting him a sidelong look and
that smile, his hand squeezing Seb's knee, giving it a subtle little
rub. And just like that, it stopped. Seb felt a little of the tension in
his guts unknot, and his cock tingle and hum some more, and he knew how he
wanted the rest of tonight to go.

They didn't say much on the walk from the Metro to the apartment. Seb just
took in the city, the sights and sounds, the easy, warm vibe between him
and the handsome man he was going home with. Inside the lobby, Eric headed
for the stairs, treating Seb to the sight of his athletic ass flexing in
his jeans as he took them two at a time. He could feel the fire kindling
low down in his stomach now, the same way it had on the couch with Eric
earlier. As they reached the landing before the last flight to the third
floor, he caught up to Eric.

"Hey," he said, and before he could second-guess himself, reached for
Eric's back pocket, slipping his fingertips inside it, pulling back a
little. Eric looked over his shoulder at him as he stopped, a little
surprised, then grinned as Seb drew in close to him. He opened his mouth
like he was going to say something, but Seb took the initiative and covered
his handsome lips with his own instead.

"Mmmm," Eric murmured into his mouth as Seb slipped his arms around his
waist, pressing up against his body. Seb's cock flared hard immediately in
his jeans, and he was pleased to feel Eric's doing the same as he eased him
back against the wall and kissed him deeper. Eric's hands came to his
flanks and rubbed as he responded, a light tingle of chili on his tongue as
it moved with Seb's, the sound of their softly smacking lips filling the
chilly air of the stairwell. One of Eric's hands found its way down to the
thick swell of Seb's ass and squeezed, the man growling appreciatively into
his mouth, and in response, Seb pressed the hard length of his cockbulge up
against Eric's and humped against him.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm glad to be here," Seb said when they
eventually pulled back.

"I sure am too," Eric grinned, giving his ass an affectionate squeeze. "I
take it you don't need me to make up the couch for you tonight?"

It was a thrilling question, with exciting implications, and Seb found
himself grinning. He hesitated for a second – none of this stuff was
quite natural to him just yet, but he was learning, and learning fast –
then leaned in and grazed his lips up the side of Eric's neck, smelling the
traces of his cologne, and his natural, masculine scent beneath it. Eric
arched his back a little, driving his hips forward against Seb's again, and
Seb took note of the response as he drew his lips up to the man's ear.

"I wanna be wherever you are, bro," he murmured there, feeling the light
shiver and grunt from the man, pleasing him even more. Yeah, he could do
this, alright.

"Come the fuck on, then," Eric growled huskily, reaching for Seb's chin,
pulling it around so he could kiss him, hard and hungry and urgent. Then he
took Seb's hand in his – and fuck, somehow that was even more exciting
– and the two of them sprinted up the last set of stairs, grinning all
the way.

The door was barely closed, and Seb was on him, hungry, urgent, Eric
greeting his hands and lips and tongue just as eagerly. They worked each
other's coats off, letting them fall to the floor so they could focus on
the rest, hands working in a furious tangle to push sweaters up, tackling
each other's belts, kicking their boots off, barely breaking away from the
ravenous, grunting kissing they were sharing. Seb got Eric's jeans open
first, sliding his hand inside their warm confines, Eric's lusty chuckle
into his mouth turning into a grunt as Seb's hand clumsily found the hard,
throbbing shape of his cock, and then a deep moan that seemed to echo all
the way down inside Seb's throat as he palmed along the length of it. Seb
moaned right back, feeling all of it swelling up inside of him, a dam ready
to burst. He'd never been like this with anyone before – so
unrestrained, so powerfully hungry, so open about who he was and what he
wanted and what he was ready for.

"God you feel so fuckin' good," Seb gasped against Eric's panting mouth, as
the guy got his jeans open, grinding his cockbulge against Seb's squeezing,
rubbing palm.

"So do you, big guy," Eric grunted, his hands slipping into Seb's jeans,
sliding over his hips to clutch both halves of his ass, his fingers digging
deep into the thick flesh of it. He kissed Seb with lusty hunger,
tongue-forward, and Seb met him with just as much eagerness.

Eric's jeans were slimmer-cut than Seb's, more tailored to his athletic
physique, so they took a little more focused work to get him out of
them. But it was work Seb was real happy to do, crouching to tug them down,
staying hunkered down there for a moment to just take in the sight of the
guy before him. Seb was a big, strong young dude, with plenty of natural,
powerful muscle that was well suited to the rugby pitch. He liked his body,
even more so lately, since Eric had spent so much time appreciating it in
that hotel a couple weeks back. Eric was strongly built too, but more
athletic, a leaner frame overlaid with well-defined muscles. He'd mentioned
something about CrossFit, and Seb could really see the results in the
beautifully carved definition of his legs, strong tight calves and long,
lithe, powerful thighs that were kind of making his mouth water. He ran his
hands up over them, savoring their surprisingly dense covering of brown
fur, all the way up over the sexy designer trunks the guy wore so well to
his tight hips, thumbs stroking along the lines of his Adonis belt rising
diagonally from the low-cut waistband of his trim little undies.

"You look fuckin'... amazing," Seb breathed, looking up at him, Eric
smiling back down at him with a mix of heat and indulgent warmth. He
reached down to tug on the neck of Seb's T-shirt, pulling him up, his hands
moving immediately to Seb's half-mast jeans, pushing them down in one
quick, easy, strong sweep.

"You too, sexy," Eric said, eyes trained on the long, thick muscles of
Seb's rugby-player thighs, covered in creamy skin and a light dusting of
dark hairs. "Jesus, look at these fucking things," he said in a low growl
as he squeezed them, and sure, maybe Seb was tensing them up a little for
effect, but they both seemed to like it, so where was the harm in that?

Eric's hands found their way to the tops of Seb's thighs, then slid around
to grab the meat of his ass again. Seb let out a throaty half-laugh. He'd
never met anyone who liked his ass as much as this dude, and for sure he'd
never had anybody handle it the way Eric did. Eric met his eyes and let out
a rumbling sound a lot like a growl, and Seb couldn't stop himself from
moaning a little, flexing his ass in Eric's groping hands. He thought for a
moment about how nervous he'd been about this, in spite of everything that
had gone down between the two of them last time. How surprised he was
tonight to find himself confidently moving on this handsome dude. It seemed
silly now, the two of them down to their underwear, boned as fuck as they
felt each other up, to be scared about all this. Scared of himself, and
what he wanted.

Seb pressed up closer to Eric, brushing his lips against the guy's as his
own hands found the firm, round muscles of Eric's ass, encased in his tight
little trunks. Eric let out an approving kind of noise, flexing up a little
for Seb, encouraging Seb to feel him up more, it seemed like. So Seb went
with it, loving the freedom he had with him, the freedom to be
himself. Just be a man, with another man, and not have to worry about
anything else but what might feel good.

"Can I..." he started, lips brushing Eric's, their breath mingling. "I'd
like to... if you..."

"What, buddy?" Eric growled, the tip of his tongue flicking Seb's
lips. "You don't have to be shy. I'm not."

He emphasized that by pulling Seb's ass in, grinning at Seb's husky grunt
as their bulges connected again, Eric adding a little move of his hips that
ground them against each other, slow and delicious. Seb's fingers tightened
on the hardness of Eric's ass, which didn't have quite the fleshy give of
his own, but felt damn fuckin' fine all the same.

"Yeah, I know," Seb said with a grin of his own. He fixed Eric with a look,
summoning up all the resolve he could.

"If it's something you like to do," he said, hesitantly at first and then
the next words coming in a rush. "I'd really like to fuck you."

Eric's brow twitched a little along with his grin, but otherwise he gave
nothing away for a moment. Then he flexed his very fine ass in Seb's hands
again, and grinned wider.

"Yeah, bud?" he said. "Maybe that can be arranged..."

"Yeah," Seb nodded, feeling his cheeks flush a little as he said the next
part. "I've never... done that."

This time, Eric didn't mask his surprised look. "For real? Never?"

"Not with a guy, at least," Seb muttered. "Well... I never fucked a girl in
the ass, either, I guess..."

"Well shit, dude," Eric grinned. "In that case... yeah, I think that can
definitely be arranged."

Eric leaned in tight and kissed him, a seductive kind of one at first, lots
of slow swipes of his tongue as Seb let him inside, then with increasing
hunger, hunger that Seb found himself matching. Shit, this was really gonna
happen. He'd been thinking about this for a long time, not sure how to make
it happen with the limited set of dudes he'd fooled around with before
Eric. But he didn't have to think about that, now. Not tonight. Not with
this incredibly sexy guy, who'd already showed him so much about
himself. Now, it was Seb's turn to do some of the showing, and that just
made it even more exciting.

Seb barely registered the details of Eric's bedroom, but he'd have time to
take all that in later. All he needed to know was that there was a bed in
there, and Eric, and that was pretty much all that mattered. He had much
more important things to look at right now, specifically the athletic flex
of Eric's beautifully honed torso as Seb peeled his henley up and off. He
remembered the stripe of brown hair that ran up the guy's centerline,
broadening out into a masculine fan across the square plates of his pecs,
and just like that night a couple weeks back, his hand found its way to the
man's fur almost of its own accord. Seb stroked over it, feeling its warmth
tickling his palm, and his cock throbbed inside his boxer briefs for the
millionth time tonight.

For his part, Eric just stood there, shoulders pulled back a little,
presenting himself to Seb in an unshowy way, an indulgent grin on his
face. He was a good-looking guy, with a hell of a body, and he knew it, but
it wasn't an obnoxious kind of thing. Just the attitude of a guy who worked
hard to look good, and liked being looked at. A guy with some practice at
being admired by another man with his clothes off, and Seb could feel that
rising tide inside of him again, something he couldn't put a name too, a
mix of need and want, admiration and inspiration.

Eric took a long swallow from the bottle of beer he'd retrieved from the
fridge along the way, then handed it to Seb.

"Think I'm OK, man," Seb said, barely able to pull his eyes away from his
hands as they roamed over Eric's firm, warm muscles.

"We just ate a bunch of chili, dude," Eric grinned, pressing the bottle
into his hand more firmly. "I'm about to get my mouth all over you, and
you're about to do the same to me. Trust me, you're gonna want
this. Nothing kills a party like chili burns on your cock..."

Seb couldn't help but grin at the confident, sexy presumption, the sheer
lustiness behind what Eric was saying, and felt himself throb even
harder. *Fuck yeah, I wanna get my mouth all over you, bro,* he thought as
he took the beer and drank. He set the bottle down on the nightstand and
Eric was on him again, pulling at his T-shirt, as eager and urgent as Seb
had been with him, but with more finesse, too.

"Fuck yeah, look at you," the man murmured as he took in first the sight,
then the feel of Seb's creamy, winter-pale flesh. Seb had felt a little bit
self-conscious at first, because he was in nice shape right now, but
nowhere near as trim and cut and powerful-looking as Eric was. He was built
to be a pretty big guy, just like his Dad, always had been, and especially
in the winter it got real easy to get a little thick. But Eric didn't seem
to mind – if anything, he seemed even lustier, clutching Seb's bare
flanks and leaning in to nuzzle at one of his big, stiff pinkish
nipples. Seb gasped softly and bit his lip. Like a lot of things Eric did
to him, nobody else had done this to him before, and he savored the intense
hum building inside his body as Eric helped him find yet another of his own
pleasure spots.

While Eric worked first one, nip, then the other over with his lips and
tongue and, gently, his teeth, his hands were just as busy, stroking Seb's
strong, tapered flanks, down over his hips, then back to squeeze the twin
mounds of his ass again, before steering one back around his hip to stroke
along the thick length of Seb's bulge in his underwear.

"God, you're fuckin' killing me, dude," Seb grunted, and then moaned as
Eric pushed his arm up and burrowed his face into Seb's pit. This made Seb
feel a little self-conscious again, more unfamiliar ground to cover, and
he'd neglected to put deodorant on after using Eric's shower earlier. But
he was clean, at least, and fuck, he'd never expected having a dude lick
his armpit could be so goddamn sexy...

"Likewise, bro, likewise," Eric growled when he came up for air, pulling
Seb's head in to kiss him again. Seb could taste his own faint musk on
Eric's lips and tongue, and somehow it just made him hungrier for all of
this. His grabbed hold of Eric's trim waist and pulled the man into him
with a strength that kind of surprised him. Eric grunted and chuckled into
his mouth, and slowly ground the bulge of his big hardon against Seb's.

"Big guy," he muttered against Seb's lips, giving him another slow grind,
and Seb couldn't help his ingrained modesty when he replied.

"Not as big as you, bro," he said, feeling the thick throb of Eric's piece
against his, remembering how it had tasted the last time, how it had felt
in his hand, how it had felt inside of him...

"Big enough," Eric replied, reaching between them to run a slow-handed
stroke along the shape of him, making Seb leak some more inside his
shorts. "And nice and wet, too. Bet it's gonna feel real good inside me,
bro."

Hearing him say that out loud brought a moan out of Seb's depths, and he
felt himself a little overcome by something real big and powerful inside
himself. Eric's unapologetically lusty grin, the way his eyes gleamed,
almost like a challenge, just made it feel even bigger. In all kinds of
ways.

He clutched Eric's hips tighter and moved him backwards towards his bed.

"Let's find out, bro," he said, his mouth reaching for Eric's again as the
man chuckled once more, moving smoothly with him as Seb guided him onto the
mattress.


* * * * *


Seb had never eaten ass before. The kinds of encounters he'd had up until
now – up until Eric – hadn't really offered that kind of
opportunity. They were usually quick, furtive, often a lot of alcohol
involved. Even kissing wasn't a given, the times he'd hooked up with
another dude before. He'd always known there was more two men could do,
thought about it when he jacked off, stared enviously at what the men on
his screen did to each other when he watched porn. Now here was his
opportunity, the twin globes of Eric's surprisingly furry ass shifting in
his hands, the man himself looking back over his well-muscled shoulder at
him with a lazy grin, an eyebrow arched a little to underline the
invitation the rest of his body was giving him.

Seb just nodded at him and returned his attention to the guy's ass. Fuck,
it was a nice one, really nice, toned and taut, not as big as Seb's, but
just as powerful in its own way. He bet it would look great in uniform,
like a singlet or baseball pants or...

*Fuck that,* he thought. *It's here, naked, for you, now. What are you
gonna do, dream about how it could look all night?*

He clutched the two halves of Eric's tail a little tighter and spread him
open a little, and the soft grunt that the guy let out set off a twinge of
hunger deep inside him. Before he could waste any more time overthinking
it, he leaned in close, the warmth of the man's flesh hitting his cheeks
and lips, lips he was licking without thinking about it, and went for
it. There was the cautious part of his brain that worried about smell and
taste and all that kind of stuff, but the horny, hungry part of him was
firmly in control now.

Seb licked up the inner slope of Eric's left cheek, grunting to himself as
he did, processing the taste and the sensation of it as he turned his
attention to the other side, up the inside right. Eric tasted clean, sure,
cleaner than Seb had expected, but there was something animal to it too,
something locked deep down below the hair. Something elemental and male
that tripped some unknown trigger in deep in the lizard part of Seb's
brain, and he found himself growling again, huskier now, digging his
fingers into Eric's handsome flesh as he pushed his face in closer, deeper.

"Yeah, that's it, bro," Eric said from above, and Seb just grunted in
response as he set to work licking him, deep and long and wet. Savory –
that's what the guy was, a little salty and a little musky and a little
tangy all at once. He got richer, the deeper Seb's tongue went, and he
found himself wanting more of that taste, wanting to lick his way through
the layers to find the guy's tasty core.

Seb had eaten pussy before, had liked it more than he expected to, and he'd
thought this might be similar, but really, it wasn't at all. The smell and
the taste were different, stronger in their own way, that animal richness
buried below the smell of rosemary and mint from the bodywash he'd found in
Eric's shower earlier. The hair was denser, too, the texture of the flesh
more muscular, and... oh fuck, that was his hole, he was licking another
man's asshole now, a tight little knot of muscle puckered at the base of
that thicket of hair, and how in the hell did a little hole like that take
another man's cock?

But of course it did, he'd seen it in porn plenty of times, and much bigger
cocks than his, too. He thought about some of that porn, the ways the guys
in it had eaten another dude out, and he tried to carry a little of that
with him while he left the rest up to his instincts. He nuzzled and lapped
and licked and bathed Eric's depths with his tongue and increasingly slick
lips, hot jets of spit replenishing his mouth as he grunted huskier,
clutched the man's handsome ass even tighter, and licked more intently at
that tight little ring, while Eric grunted deeper above him and bucked his
ass back at him even more.

It took Seb a minute to realize it, but the low, rumbling noises
surrounding them were mostly coming from him, his chest buzzing a little as
he rumbled deep inside of it, a noise of satisfaction and hunger and
pleasure as he fastened his lips around Eric's ring and started to work his
tongue into him, licking and pressing, probing, pushing...

*Sharp,* he thought as Eric's true taste hit his tongue, and it was the
perfect word for it. There was a kind of sweetness there too, echoes of the
bodywash, but the rest of it was sharpness and tang, clean but fundamental
at the same time. It was fucking intoxicating, and randomly Seb thought
about the first time he'd eaten truffles, some restaurant in France back
when he was still in high school – a strange taste, rich and unusual and
thrillingly complex. Eric's ass tasted nothing like truffles, of course,
but it was the closest experience Seb could think of, as his tongue found
its groove and licked up inside the man, and he knew he'd be doing a lot
more of this from now on.

"Oh fuck yes, dude," Eric moaned, reaching back to cup the back of Seb's
head, pulling him closer, his nose full of close, humid air now, drawing in
more of Eric's scent with every musky hothouse breath. He thought again,
briefly, about what it was like to lick up inside of a woman, then wiped
that from his mind as he lost himself in the thoroughly different tastes
and sensations of working his way up inside this man instead, really his
first true man, this sexy funny friendly hot dude who'd already showed him
so much about himself. The dude who was going to be Seb's first true fuck,
offering up his ass for Seb to take and pleasure. It just made Seb even
more focused now, determined to give them both a good time, to live up to
the honor this guy had given him.

Seb was dimly aware of the intense throbbing down below, in the tangled,
constricted, precum-sticky mess of his underwear, his cock pulsating as his
hips ground it unthinkingly against the bed beneath him. But he didn't let
that distract him from the more important work he was doing, all the
discoveries he was making, as he gripped Eric's handsome ass tighter,
spread it wider, and worked his hole deeper with his tongue, finding his
groove now. He closed his eyes and listened to Eric's moans, felt the
movements of his body, and paid attention to the instincts he'd never known
he had as they told him what to do, and pressed on.

"Holy shit, you sure you've never done that before?" Eric panted a little
while later, when Seb finally came up for air. His jaw was aching some now,
his tongue throbbing, but he grinned as he rubbed one hand over his musky
lips.

"Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head a little. "Do you like it?"

Eric chuckled, reached down under himself and pushed his hard cock down
between his legs, showing it to Seb from behind. Fuck, he'd never seen a
guy do that in real life, and it looked amazing, hard and handsomely thick,
framed between his strong, hairy thighs, below the spread cleft of his ass,
the dark fur there swirled against his skin with Seb's spit.

"That enough of an answer for you, bro?" he said, grinning over his
shoulder, and all Seb could do was grope his own achingly hard, wet
cockbulge and grunt in reply.

His other hand reached up to Eric's ass, tracing his fingers tenderly over
his puffy hole, the hole he'd just devoured, and apparently pretty
well. Then the idea hit him, and he leaned forward a little, pursed his
lips and let a thick wad of spit fall down onto his stroking fingers,
keeping his eyes on Eric's as he rubbed his spit over the guy's puffy hole,
then pressed slowly inside of him.

"Fuck," Eric grunted, biting his lip and pushing his ass back again as Seb
pressed more of his finger inside of him, stroking rubbing, exploring. He'd
fingered his own hole often enough to know where to look, where to probe,
and when he found the throb of Eric's prostate, he stroked it slowly as the
man let out a low, deep-chested moan and bucked his hips.

"That good, man?" Seb asked, his voice coming out thick and husky in a way
it hadn't ever done before, and fuck, he was so into all of this. So into
being a man, with another man, showing Eric and himself what he could do.

Eric growled in reply, clutching the comforter tighter in his hands, and
pushed that handsome, hairy ass back, looking for more of Seb's stroking
touch inside of him.

"Lube's in the bedside drawer there," Eric said huskily, nodding his head
at the table nearest to Seb. "Rubbers too. We're gonna need both."

"Fuck yeah," Seb growled, keeping his stroking finger planted inside the
man as he reached over for the drawer and found what he needed, within easy
reach and ready to go. That made him smile, and he felt a kind of joyful
envy at the way Eric's life was set up – masculine, squared away, ready
for pleasure whenever it might happen. If he took nothing else away from
these paired encounters with this incredibly hot guy this Christmas –
and he was already taking plenty, with more still to come – that might
be the defining lesson for him. Life as a man didn't have to be any one
prescribed thing. If you worked for it, set your mind to it and followed
through, you could live any way you damn well pleased. Responsibility *and*
pleasure. Yeah. That was exactly what Seb knew he wanted from the next
stage of his life, the one coming up soon, and sooner all the time.

The lube let him add a second finger to Eric's tight, hot, welcoming hole,
and once he'd carefully slipped it inside to settle in alongside its
brother, stroking and circling and exploring, Seb leaned up Eric's muscular
back to kiss him. They murmured into each other's mouths as Eric let him
take the lead, leaning up and back a little to reach Seb more, opening up
his front and giving Seb room to stroke down it, over the furred definition
of his abs, down into the warm thickness of his bush, along the thick
sticky throb of his cockshaft. Eric broke the kiss to spit down on his own
cock, and Seb immediately set to work stroking it in as Eric's mouth
returned to his, the two of them grunting and kissing even more hungrily
now, as Seb worked both sides of him over with his hands.

He shifted up alongside Eric's flank and pressed his own straining cock
against the guy's athletic hip, wishing he'd taken the time to get naked
first. Eric slipped one arm around him and squeezed his ass, pulling him in
tight, tugging at the fabric stretched over Seb's big glutes. After a
second, Seb's lust-fogged brain caught on. The guy was practically reading
his mind, and while it was a little clumsy contorting his long legs around
to do it, the two of them managed to get Seb's boxer briefs down and most
of the way off, Seb barely missing a beat on Eric's cock and inside his
hole. He looked down at his cock, and he was sure it had grown, sure he'd
never seen or felt it this big before. He'd never had any complaints about
how well he was endowed, but right now he was damn proud of himself,
throwing a strong hard cock, painting thick smears of precum over Eric's
furred warm skin as the two of them tangled in another hungry deep kiss.

"You ready to lose that cherry, sexy?" Eric panted a couple minutes later
when they came up for air, his eyes sparkling, smiling with puffy lips at
Seb, who felt the lust thudding even deeper in his loins now. A twinge of
nervousness too, sure, but right now, for the most part, he felt ready,
ready and manly and good to fucking go.

"Yeah," he panted back. "Fuck yeah, bro."

"Then let's do it, bud," Eric said huskily, reaching for his jaw to pull
Seb's mouth to his again.

*God, he's so fucking tight!* Seb thought to himself, moaning as he slid
slowly up inside Eric. He discovered he'd been holding his breath, and let
it out in a long, slow rolling gasp that had traces of a husky moan in it,
matching the one Eric let out as Seb filled him.

"Yeah, nice and easy, just like that," Eric grunted. "It's been a minute,
and you're bigger than you think you are, dude."

"Fuck," Seb moaned, struggling to hold his hips back from just fucking
pounding his way up inside the guy. Eric's compliment made him smile,
though. It made Seb want to make him smile, too.

Seb's eyes roved over the shifting terrain of Eric's well-built back, down
to the two muscular globes of his furry ass, and his own cock spearing up
in between them. He watched his cock sliding in, all shiny with lube and
the rubber he wore, the hair of Eric's ass tickling along the edges of his
shaft as his tight hole embraced Seb's cockhead, then each inch of the
flesh he fed it. So fucking tight, so unlike even the tightest of the few
girls' pussies Seb had fucked in his fairly short sexual career up `til
now.

In some respects, this wasn't so different from fucking a girl's pussy. But
then again, it was different in every way that mattered. The deep-chested
groans Eric was making – not over-the-top ones like in porn, but the
sounds of a man experiencing real pleasure, and the effort that went along
with that. The way the powerful muscles articulated beneath the skin of his
back, drawing Seb's eye and then one of his hands, the muscle responding to
his touch as Eric arched his back a little more to him. The feeling of
manly hair under his other hand as it clutched Eric's athletic hip and the
side of his handsome ass. Most of all, the knowledge that he was finally
fucking another man, after all these years of daydreaming and fantasizing
about it.

The two of them found a natural rhythm together. Eric arched his back a
little more and pushed his ass up and back, an invitation for Seb to push
himself inside him a little deeper, and then a little more, and then the
full length of his cock was encased in the deep heat of Eric's core, the
guy's insides wrapped tight around him, making Seb throb even harder.

"Oh my god, dude," he moaned, his fingers sinking into the taut flesh of
Eric's hip and flank. "I'm fucking inside you..."

"Hell yeah you are," Eric murmured over his shoulder. "You feel good in
there, bro. How do I feel to you?"

With that, he milked the length of Seb's cock inside of him. Seb let out a
deep-chested moan, bit his lip and clutched his body even tighter in his
grasp, feeling his orgasm welling up dangerously inside him already.

*Not yet, not yet!* he thought to himself with a rising sense of panic,
forcing himself to breathe deeply, every muscle inside him clenched tight
to ward off the possibility of shooting too soon. He'd only just gotten
here, for the first time, after all. He wanted to savor this incredible
feeling just a little bit longer. He wanted to fuck, not just slide on
inside and shoot.

Seb lowered his chest over Eric's back and slid his arms around the man's
torso, savoring all the feelings of muscles, flesh and fur against him.

"You feel fuckin' incredible, bro," he murmured against his ear, and when
Eric turned his head to the side, Seb was ready to meet his mouth with a
deep, tongue-plunging kiss. And then he set to work.

It took real effort not to give in to the feelings coursing through his
belly and his loins, not to just pump a few quick, short strokes inside
Eric's tight, velvety insides and blow his load. He made himself move
deliberately, raising up off Eric's back, taking his hips in his hands and
slowly drawing his cock back a little, almost experimentally, then pushing
it back in. He started to build a rhythm, listening to Eric's breathing,
the sounds he was making, husky and soft and masculine sounds of pleasure,
watching and feeling his body respond to Seb's cock inside of him. Each
backstroke got a little longer, each thrust inside a little deeper, and
once he was pretty confident he wasn't going to pop off, Seb started to
thread his strokes together a little more, finding that rhythm every man
knew instinctually, his hips starting to roll more smoothly.

"God, fuck, yes, that's it," Eric grunted, arching his back again, giving
Seb even more access to his insides, giving him a man's permission to
fuck. "Fuck me, bro."

Seb had no idea he'd been waiting so long just to hear those three
words. He heard them and felt them, and let them blaze through him, nodding
even though Eric couldn't see it, and started to really fuck him.

Once he hit his stride, Seb felt an amazing level of command over his
body. He no longer felt like he was going to shoot at any second; that
intense impending-orgasmic pleasure had subsided a whole lot, morphing into
something deeper, more durable, the fire powering the machinery of his hips
and thighs and glutes and core. He'd felt little flashes of this when he'd
fucked girls, but never this strongly or consistently, a continual tide of
pleasure deep inside that built and built the deeper he fucked, the further
he stroked his cock up inside of this incredible guy. He wasn't just
focused on his own pleasure either; he kept trying to read Eric's body, the
way the man moved beneath and back against him, looking for new ways to
make the guy moan and shiver and flex the beautifully rippling muscles of
his back, to make him push that furry, handsome ass of his back to engulf
Seb's cock even more.

Seb tried different movements of his hips, different angles of attack with
his cock, looking for more ways to hit Eric's insides and inspire even more
response. Or maybe his body was doing all that on its own, following some
ancient inborn programming, and Seb was just a passenger along for the
ride. Didn't matter – either way, it was one hell of a ride, and he was
loving every sweating, thrusting, grunting, panting second of it, as his
hips pumped smoothly and his cock sang to his balls, and the two men moaned
and grunted and gasped together.

Eric's back was starting to glow with sweat as Seb hit a stretch of
fast-striding fuckstrokes, his hips hitting the muscular meat of Eric's
fine furry ass with a series of rhythmic slap-slap-slaps. Seb could feel
the sweat on his own forehead too, the prickling of it on his chest, and he
wondered how he must look right now, in the full glow of his first fuck,
holding fast to Eric's trim hips and fucking him like he was born to it. He
never could have expected his first time doing this to be going so well, at
least as far as he could tell. But the way Eric moaned and growled and
grunted with him, arching his back and fuckign back agaisnt him, that had
to mean it was good. It sure was for Seb. As much physical pleasure as he
was getting from thrusting his cock up into Eric's tight, welcoming depths,
there was like a second, separate track of pleasure he was experiencing too
– the pleasure of giving another man pleasure. Two complementary things,
each amplifying the other, making the whole experience even more intense
and satisfying.

All of a sudden, Seb felt that onrush inside of him again, that rising tide
of his orgasm, here as sudden as a tsunami. He was torn inside – try to
keep this amazing ride going, or follow his hips and his cock to the
inevitable, explosive end right now?

*You're a man now,* he thought. *Fuck him like one.*

So he thrust his full length deep inside Eric, savoring the husky moan that
drove from the man, and planted himself there. He leaned over his back, his
lips finding a glistening patch of sweat centered almost perfectly in the
diamond of skin between the handsomely developed bulges of his traps. God,
he tasted good, so good, as Seb slid both arms around the man's athletic
torso and held him warmly, his tongue lazily collecting Eric's sweat,
before nuzzling up to his ear. His cock pulsed deep inside Eric as his
hands slid over the guy's chest and stomach, through warm fur moist with
energetic sweat, one hand following the trail down into the rich thickness
of his bush, then sliding along the throbbing, precum-leaking length of his
cock. Eric moaned again, rocking his ass back against Seb's pelvis, bearing
down on him inside with a delicious, teasing pressure that nearly brought
Seb off all on its own.

"I wanna see you, bro," Seb murmured to him. A part of him was vaguely
surprised at himself, how he'd been all evening, especially this second
part of it. Almost like that other part of himself, the lustier, deeper
side of him, had finally come out in full and taken him over bodily. He
liked it. He liked it a lot.

"You got me so fuckin' close, dude," Eric murmured back.

"Fuck yeah," Seb grinned, kissing the sweaty skin of his neck, giving his
hips a slow, rocking thrust, in and out, one-two, making Eric moan and
squeeze all along the length of him again. "Show me, man."

His cock really hated pulling all the way out of the tight, warm clutches
of Eric's ass, but the sight of the man rolling over onto his back, the way
the muscles of his thighs and ass and back and torso all shifted together,
was a pretty good consolation. Even better was the grin on his handsome
face, the spark in his eyes as they roved over Seb's big young frame and
fixed on his cock, throbbing and gleaming in its latex casing as Seb
kneeled above him. Seb couldn't resist sliding his hands up the hard
muscles of Eric's hairy calves, along the insides of his knees, over the
long, strong muscles of his thighs. His own eyes zeroed in on the sight of
Eric's big cock, hard and curved up towards the furred musculature of his
stomach, the head glossy with precum. He was licking his lips before he
even knew he was doing it, and Eric chuckled at his reaction, giving
himself a slow, showy stroke.

"This what you wanted to see?" he said.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Seb murmured, crawling up closer, Eric
spreading his thighs obligingly to him, leaning up to meet him in another
ready, hungry kiss as Seb lowered himself over him.

Seb was ready to slide right back up inside of him, but Eric had other
ideas. His hands clasped the flesh of Seb's ass and steered him up a little
so their cocks slid along each other while they kissed, and fuck, that was
a whole other awesome feeling. Seb's hips picked up that instinctual rhythm
again, Eric growling his approval into his mouth and thrusting back against
him, making Seb pant in response. Their hips rocked together, cocks sliding
against each other, their kissing growing deeper, hungrier, lustier, Eric's
grip on his ass tightening, and Seb thought he could happily end this whole
amazing ride just like this. But Eric took the lead again.

"Love getting off like this with a buddy," he said as they rocked
together. "But I want you inside me again, bro. Gotta end this the right
way."

"Fuck," Seb moaned, unable to think of anything more coherent to say to
that. "Next time, though..."

"Yeah," Eric grinned, nodding, curling back up a little to flick the tip of
his tongue playfully against Seb's lips. "Next time, for sure, sexy."

*Next time,* Seb thought with a grin, feeling the rush of those words roll
through him as he kissed Eric, hard, and reached down, taking his cock in
hand for a slow stroke as their tongues danced. He slid his palm down over
Eric's big balls, then lower, into the denser fur beneath, the skin under
it slick with overflowed lube. He could feel Eric moving around a little,
then the man's hand on his wrist, pulling it back up, squirting a fresh
load of lube onto his fingers, before guiding his hand back down between
his thighs. Seb grunted at that and began to stroke it in, painting Eric's
hot, sticky hole with it, then swirling his fingers around the rim before
pressing them inside, savoring the way Eric gasped and then moaned as Seb
worked them inside of him. Then it was his turn to gasp as Eric reached
between them and wrapped his own hand around the rubbered throb of his
cock, stroking a fresh coat of lube all along its length with practiced
ease.

"Come on, bro," Eric murmured against his lips. "Finish what you started,
big guy."

"Yeah bro," Seb moaned, kissing him again with slow, hungry heat as he
moved his hips back between Eric's thighs and began to slide his cock back
inside of him again.

Fuck, this was even better, doing it face to face. Sure, the other way had
given him that awesome view of the terrain of Eric's muscled back, of his
gleaming cock disappearing up between the cheeks of his ass, inside of
him. But this way, Eric could wrap himself around him, bring their bodies
even closer, their mouths connected now in near-continuous exploration as
their tongues danced and Seb's cock sank home inside of him. He could feel
the throb of Eric's cock against his belly, even more when Eric wrapped his
muscled legs around his trunk and drew him in close and tight, body to
body.

*Man to man,* Seb thought, and if his lips weren't so busy entwining with
Eric's, he would have smiled the biggest smile of his life.

Once he'd sunk his full length inside him, Seb took a moment to savor all
the sensations, his cock and his tongue inside Eric at the same time. Then
he let his body take over, propping himself up on his elbows to draw his
hips back, then drive his cock home again, as Eric's hands stroked and
clutched at the muscles of his upper arm, athletic thighs tightening around
him. Those hands worked up to the bunched muscles of Seb's shoulders, over
his traps and down his flanks, caressing his sweaty skin as his hips worked
that ancient rhythm, so new to him and yet programmed deep into him as
well.

Seb slipped one arm under Eric's back to lever him up a little more, give
himself some more room to work, at the same time faintly marveling to
himself at how naturally all this seemed to come to him. Eric stretched a
little to reach his hands further down Seb's back, over the rolling muscle,
finding the thrusting grind of his hips and the slopes of his ass. Eric
grunted into his mouth when he found it, squeezing the thick, fleshy
muscles tighter, feeling them flex, making Seb grunt lustily in
response. He remembered very well how much Eric had loved his ass, which
Seb had always faintly worried was too big, too prominent. He wasn't
worried about that at all now – he was glad, damn glad, because that's
what had drawn this guy's eyes his way that first time, back at the airport
a couple weeks ago. That's what had gotten them where they were now, two
men connecting in the deepest way, the way Seb had always wanted to be with
another man. Every time he did squats from now on, he'd think about that
and smile, and try not to throw a huge hardon right there in the gym.

Right now, he had more to do with his huge hardon as he brought them both
home. He did his best to vary up the speed and tempo of his thrusts, his
hips working fast and hard, then slow and deep, as Eric grunted and groped
at his flesh and spurred him on. They were both deep into the home stretch
now, and his hips worked faster, finding a steady, powerful rhythm, sweat
starting to bead in earnest on his skin as he felt that glowing heat
building inexorably deep inside him again. Like an old steam train, the
fire tended and stoked and fed, the engine powering along to its
destination, almost unstoppable, even if either of them wanted to.

He pushed up on one hand, really aware now of the power and pump in his
muscles as he worked, knowing he was getting that kind of fuck-pump he
loved to see in a really good top in porn. But he focused his gaze on
Eric's, using his free hand to stroke over the guy's beautifully defined
pecs, stroking through the sweaty fur, over the solid muscles of his core,
finding Eric's hand stroking his own cock now in time with his thrusts, and
joining it there.

"You gonna cum for me, bro?" he said, his voice strained and husky.

"Damn fuckin' right I am," Eric grunted, grinning, his hand falling away
from his cock, letting Seb pleasure him there too. "You're gonna make me
cum, bro."

"Oh fuck yeah," Seb moaned, fucking a little faster. No stopping now. "You
and me both."

"Let's fuckin' do it, buddy," Eric said. "Let's fuckin' cum, man."

"Yeah, let's fuckin' cummmmmm..." Seb gasped, and with that his hips went
into overdrive, his cock pistoning in and out of Eric's tight, slick, hot
insides, the bed shaking now, Eric's cock flowing precum into his grip as
Eric reached up to tweak both his nipples, and fuck, fuck, here it came,
here he came...

"Awwwww fuck!" Eric growled, his cock pulsating in Seb's slick grasp, and
he was shooting, hard, ropes of cum spurting up in the air between them,
landing in streaks up the sweaty, furred shapes of his flexing core and
chest. His hole clutched around the thrusting circumference of Seb's cock
in time with the pulses of his own, and Seb couldn't hold out any more. As
Eric's shooting seed started to falter, Seb unloaded his with a
deep-chested growl that built into a near-roar, surprising even him, as he
thrust up inside Eric once more, planting himself deep in there, and
started to shoot and shoot and shoot.

The two of them moaned and writhed through their orgasms together, Eric's
hands stroking over Seb's arms and chest as he shot his last inside of him,
Seb letting go of Eric's cock to steady himself on the bed, hands planted
either side of Eric's shoulders. He felt kind of faint, but powerful too,
implanted deep inside this incredibly sexy dude, his cock spurting its last
shots, his last cherry taken care of in fine style.

Eventually he slipped from Eric's well-fucked hole, and collapsed beside
him on the bed, still breathing heavily, sweat cooling on his skin along
with stray spots of Eric's cum. Eric chuckled beside him, and soon Seb
joined in, slipping his arm under the guy's neck to draw him close as they
laughed deep and low together, Eric's hand moving up to stroke over his
sweaty torso as their breathing eased. Seb turned his head to look at him,
then leaned in to kiss him, slower this time, more languid, Eric rolling
onto his side as they enjoyed the slow, warm, easy exchange of tongues.

"Well then," Eric said a little while later. "For a first-timer, that was a
hell of a ride, my friend."

Seb smiled modestly at that, squeezing his arm around Eric in gratitude.

"Thanks for, uh, letting me, man," he said, and Eric just laughed again.

"Wasn't exactly a hardship," he smiled. "Least I could do to return the
favor from the hotel."

"I'm glad we got to do it," Seb said. "All of it. Thank you, For real,
bro."

Eric's teeth gleamed white in the low light of the room as he smiled at
him, one hand stroking Seb's stomach slowly, up to his chest.

"My pleasure, bro, truly," he said. "Best Christmas present ever."

Seb laughed out loud at that, because he'd been thinking the exact same
thing, ever since the Intercontinental. It felt so damn good to lay here
with another guy, fuck sweat still cooling, still slightly dazed with good
post-sex vibes, and just laugh and be easy, no rush to get dressed and get
out. No furtive glances, no looking away, no sense of shame. Something he'd
wanted ever since he'd started to understand who he was. Something Eric had
already given him once, and was giving him again now, free and easy, no
complications. Just two men, connected, the way Seb had always wanted to
be.

"So... you wanna sleep in here with me tonight, then?" Eric asked, and for
the first time, Seb noticed he didn't sound quite as confident as usual. "I
can make up the couch for..."

Without even thinking about it, Seb rolled onto his side and pressed his
mouth to Eric's, feeding him a slow, deep, intimate kiss, running his hand
up and down the guy's finely-honed flank. Eric moaned a little into his
mouth as their tongues danced a little while, and when Seb finally pulled
back, the guy's eyes were smiling along with his lips.

"No disrespect, but fuck your couch," Seb said. "And anyway, you promised
next time, we could..."

He surprised himself again by rolling his hips, grinding his soft cock
against Eric's hip, feeling the faint stirrings again deep inside. Eric
laughed, reaching over to grab his hip and pull him in tighter.

"I did indeed," he said, lips brushing Seb's as he spoke. "And I'm a man of
my word. Count on it."

"So am I, bro," Seb murmured back. "I'm looking forward to making you cum
again. Looking forward to all of it."

Eric didn't say anything else, just slid his arm around him kissed him. Seb
slipped one thigh over the top of Eric's and leaned into the kiss, feeling
that languid, slow-rising heat inside him, coming through in the easy way
his lips and tongue met Eric's. A man's heat, and a man's kiss. It was who
he was now. Who he was going to be, from now on. This was just the
beginning of something for Seb, and it was one hell of a way to start.

For now, though, they still had the night, and each other. Seb stroked his
hand up Eric's arm to cup his jaw, and as he slowly rolled on top of him
and kissed him deeper, all he could think, the words imprinted bright and
clear in the front of his brain, was *Thank you.*


The End