Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2008 13:38:54 -0500
From: keybedder@aol.com
Subject: Catch-Up Weekend

CATCH-UP WEEKEND by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2008 by the author.

He wanted to surprise me, and he did. I'd gone out on a Saturday morning to
run some errands. When I rounded the curve and my house came into view it
took me a moment to place the car that was in my driveway. Then I
remembered I didn't know anyone besides Bob who had a gray Prius.

I turned in and parked beside him. He was in the driver's seat with the
window open. He was grinning from ear to ear, not only because he knew he
had taken me by surprise but, I realized with a pang, because he was
overjoyed to see me.

I rolled the passenger side window of my car down.

"Surprise," Bob said.

"You're telling me. What are you doing here?"

"My wife and kids are with her parents at Disney World this weekend," he
said. "I told her I couldn't get away from work. They're coming back
Monday, so I'll have to head back tomorrow morning. Drove all night and I'm
beat."

"How long have you been planning this?"

"Are we going to sit here for the rest of the day and talk, or are you
going to invite me in?"

I closed the window and got out. He did the same. A small bag was in his
hand. He followed me through the garage to the door at the back, which led
into my kitchen. I felt my heart thudding in my chest as I unlocked it.

As soon as we were inside I heard a thump as he dropped his stuff onto the
floor. The next moment he had spun me around and planted his lips onto
mine. His kiss had its usual effect. My cock instantly stiffened inside my
pants as our tongues wrestled. He let me go, groped my crotch and grinned.

"So I guess you're glad to see me?"

It was a little more complicated than that, but now wasn't the time.

"What do you think?"

"I'm thinking I want your cock in my mouth. Right now." He dropped to his
knees, and quicker than I knew my rod was jutting out of my fly. Bob
grinned up at me and took it into his mouth. I sucked in my breath, closed
my eyes and threw my head back. It had been a long time.

For a few moments there was no sound except Bob's slurpy noises of
satisfaction as he worked me over. All too soon I felt the cum rise in my
balls and quickly pulled back.

"Hey, what'd you do that for?" he protested.

My thighs were trembling from the barely avoided orgasm.

"I didn't want to cum too soon."

He smirked. "You're right. That load needs to be up my ass." With that he
turned and dropped his pants, planting his hands against the
refrigerator. "Come and get it, fucker."

My own shorts hit the linoleum. Here I was, admiring his slim hips and
shapely ass, ready to fuck him in my spotless kitchen. As much as I didn't
want to admit it Bob always had this effect on me. The chemistry between us
had lasted years, and survived my move to another city hundreds of miles
away.

My cock was slick with his spit. I moved into position behind him and
pushed it in. Bob's head snapped up and he cried out with delight.

"Oh yeah!"

I sank into him until my balls were pressed against his ass and then stayed
very still, dangerously close to cumming. I felt the heat of his body,
smelled the musk of his arousal, heard his rapid breathing as I leaned my
forehead against the back of his neck. The hot, tight tube of his back
passage squeezed and caressed my shaft. When I felt a little more in
control I began to thrust into him. On each slow upstroke a moan welled up
from Bob's throat, cut off by a grunt as I rammed my cock back in, hitting
his butt with my pelvis.

"Fuck yeah, do it baby. It's been so long."

He turned his head and I gave him a quick sidelong kiss before I stepped up
the tempo, getting his vocal encouragement. "Fuck yeah!" Bob shouted as I
grabbed his hips and drilled his ass. I stopped after a few seconds,
panting.

"What're you waiting for?" His voice was thick with lust. "Fill up my hole
with your cream." He gave my cock another quick squeeze with his ass
muscles. "C'mon, give it to me, fucker."

"You asked for it." With that I began to pound him as hard as I could,
plastering his body against the refrigerator door, sending papers and
fridge magnets flying. I looked down at my cock, the shaft a slick blur of
hard flesh sliding in and out of his stretched, violated hole. The sight
sent me over the edge. A strangled cry rose from my throat as I squeezed my
eyes shut, abandoning myself to the storm ripping through my body. Hoarse
grunts echoed through the kitchen as I erupted into Bob's innards. My cock
popped out of him for an instant, depositing a spurt or two on his thighs
before I pushed it back in, thrusting like a machine, fucking hot jets of
cum into the walls of his bowel over and over.

Finally I was finished. I collapsed against his back as I stayed buried
inside him, my spent cock still twitching.

"That was worth driving five hundred miles for," Bob said, his voice
somewhat muffled from his face being mashed against the refrigerator door.

Ragged laughter bubbled up from my chest. "I'm a lousy host."

He turned his head and winked at me. "Yeah. Don't think you're getting away
with one measly load. We've got all weekend."

I pulled out of him, reluctantly. As I stepped back Bob turned and fell to
his knees. I gasped as his mouth surrounded my softening, still sensitive
cock, cleaning it off. I'd been the one who'd originally coaxed him into
mansex, but Bob had taken it and run. The things he was willing to do still
floored me.

As we stood there in the kitchen I made up my mind. I was going to give him
a weekend to remember.

That was for later. Right now I pulled away after I'd endured his
attentions as long as I could-my cock was still ticklish from cumming. Bob
understood. He put his arms around my thighs and leaned his head against my
thigh, closing his eyes and letting out a little sigh of contentment.

"It's so nice to be with you, Len."

I ruffled his hair, as if he was a pet dog.

"Go put your stuff in the bedroom. Don't you want to freshen up?"

He looked up at me and grinned. "Yeah, I'm nasty and sweaty. Mind if I take
a shower?"

"Of course you can."

Bob rose, pulling up his pants but not buckling his belt. He looked back
over his shoulder as walked away. "Come join me if you want."

Actually that wasn't a bad idea. Our scene in the kitchen had left me
grungy too. I sat in the living room until I heard the shower go on, then
headed into the bedroom. I pulled off my clothes before I opened the
bathroom door.

Through the frosted glass pane surrounding the shower stall I could see
Bob, naked underneath the spray. He looked up and smiled as I slid the door
aside and stepped in. He caught me in a wet, soapy embrace.

"Mm, this is nice," Bob said. We kissed again and I felt myself begin to
get hard again. I reached down and took his stiffening cock in my hand as I
leaned down and sucked one of Bob's nipples into my mouth. Through the
sound of the rushing water I heard him gasp, then begin to moan as I
continued to lick and chew at his sensitive tit. I switched to the other
one for a while, then bent my knees, kissing his chest and stomach as I
worked my way down. I got a mouthful of warm water before I engulfed his
organ.

"Oh yeah," Bob breathed, as he thrust his hips against my face. The rushing
water covered both of us, blocking all sound and sensation except the feel
of his hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth, the smoothness of his skin
and the heat of his eager body. One of my hands crept up to his nipple
again, the other down to my own stiff prick. Then I took hold of his loose,
hanging ball sack as I stepped up the pace of my sucking. Above me I heard
his moans grow louder.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum," he shouted.

"Mm hmm," was all I could say as I slid back and forth even faster, urging
him on to his reward. Suddenly, salty thick liquid filled my mouth. Bob's
body jerked and spasmed in my grip as he cried "Ah! Ah!"

I swallowed his load, keeping his softening cock in my mouth, nursing it
until I was sure his balls were drained. I stood then and clamped my mouth
to his, letting him taste what remained of his sperm. Then, completely
exhausted, we clung to each other under the warm spray.

Finally I raised my head and looked into his eyes. "Did you get clean?" I
asked.

Bob chuckled. "Oh yeah. Both sets of pipes flushed out."

I reached past him and shut off the water. We stepped out and dried each
other slowly, smiling into each other's eyes, our cocks still half hard.

"You look like you could go another round," I observed.

He grinned and shook his head. "Right now I need a nap. Then dinner with
you. After that, one of your famous massages. It's been so long."

We went to a little Italian place that evening, a five-minute drive from
the house. Over fresh-baked pizzas and glasses of wine we caught up. It had
been more than a year since I'd seen Bob. I told him he looked good, and it
was the truth. I'd thought so from the first moment he'd walked into the
small house I'd been sharing back in Texas with Rollie, my then partner.

He'd seen my ad online. Back then I did massage as a sideline and kind of
hobby, in the evenings and weekends. My managerial job didn't give me much
other time. You might ask why I'd fill up my free time doing something
else, but I've always been the kind of guy who likes to keep busy. Besides,
I'll admit it. After ten years Rollie and I had gotten too comfortable
together. We were bored with each other, though neither of us wanted to
admit it. Keeping my massage license gave me another kind of license-to lay
my hands on other men's bodies without cheating on my partner.

I thought it was going to be that way with Bob too, even though his even
features, his blue eyes, dark hair flecked with silver, and lean, toned
body took my breath away the second he walked in the door of our little
house. After all, there was the gold band on his left hand.

I'll say this for Rollie, he wasn't the jealous type. He shook Bob's hand
and told him to have a good massage before he disappeared into the study
and closed the door.

I took Bob into the master bedroom where I kept my massage table. I told
him to undress and lie down on this stomach. "The towel is to drape
yourself," I told him.

"Do I have to?" he asked.

I was surprised. "Well, it's required by law," I said. "But to be honest, I
give a better massage without it. Whatever's comfortable for you. I'll be
back in a minute."

When I came back in he was on his stomach, nude, no draping towel. He
looked up as I entered. "Is this all right?" he asked, then smiled. "I want
the best massage you can give."

"Fine," I said, smiling back. I lowered my voice. "It'll be our secret."

I knew that men who wanted to be undraped during a massage were usually
trying to send me a signal. In Bob's case I was happy to oblige-after all,
he was damn hot.

I only gave him a standard happy ending that first time, marveling at the
quantity of pearly fluid that flew from the purple head of his swollen
organ, splashing across his heaving chest and stomach as he tried to stifle
his moans. Both of us were very aware that Rollie was in the house. He
opened his eyes as he came down from his orgasmic high and smiled at me,
still breathing hard. "Thanks," he whispered.

"Don't mention it," I replied, wiping cum off with the draping towel he
hadn't used, very aware that my own cock was tenting the front of the
shorts I was wearing.

He reached out and patted my thigh. "You're a great masseur. I'll be back."

He did come back, several times, and we crossed further and further over
the line. It started with my thrusting a finger up his asshole as I jacked
him off. This drove him crazy. I couldn't resist asking, "You'd like to get
fucked, wouldn't you?"

He nodded eagerly, a drop of his cum hanging on his chin.

"Has it been a while?" He wouldn't have been doing <i>that</i> with his
wife.

"I've never done it," he said, shaking his head. "Always wanted to. I've
experimented. Put things up there. I think I could take a cock now."

I actually didn't say I was going to fuck him then, and it didn't happen
for a couple more massages. Then one Saturday afternoon Bob came for a
session when Rollie wasn't home. That was the day when I left him on his
back on the table, his cock hard as steel after my usual prostate work, and
went to the bathroom to get a condom out of a box I kept hidden in the back
of the bottom drawer of the vanity.

I went back in. Bob's eyes never left me as I slipped off my t-shirt,
shorts and briefs, tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled it over my
hard cock. I smiled at him as I lubed myself with the massage cream.

"Sorry I'm not bigger," I said. "On the other hand, it'll make it a little
easier the first time."

He grinned. "You're plenty big enough."

I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me, so that his butt was at the
edge of the table and he had to lift his legs. I got each of his calves
onto my shoulders and found his asshole, already slick and tender from my
greased fingers, with my dick.

"Ready?"

He smiled, looking just a little nervous as he focused on what was going on
between his legs. I pushed gently and felt him yield. The head of my cock
slid in and his sphincter closed behind it. Bob's head fell back onto the
table. His mouth opened and he let out a long sigh.

"You okay?"

"Oh, Len." His voice was dreamy. "It's perfect. I've dreamed of this for
years. Damn."

I looked down to where my latex-covered shaft was disappearing inside of
him, and pushed my hips forward until I was all the way inside, my balls
hitting his cheeks. I pulled my hips back and watched my prick slide out,
then rammed it home. Bob grunted. I did it again, and again.

"Yeah, fuck me, Len."

I pulled out and pushed his body back on the table before I climbed on with
him. Seconds later I was fucking him again with long, driving
strokes. Bob's arms went around me and he drew my face to his. I felt a
fleeting pang of guilt as our lips met, but it was soon lost in the heat
and sweat and joy of our coupling.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum."

"Do it," Bob urged. I pressed his knees to his chest and stepped up the
pace until my hips were drumming against his ass at a frantic rate. A low
growl started in my throat and swelled to a string of hoarse, barely
stifled grunts. My eyes screwed shut as I lunged forward, my cock exploding
into the rubber inside him.

As I came down from my climax I opened my eyes and looked into his
face. His eyes were deep pools, completely vulnerable. A slight smile
played on his lips. I looked lower and caught sight of his cock, slightly
softened, leaking clear fluid onto his stomach. I grasped it with my slick
right hand and began to jack it. Bob's eyes closed and his mouth
opened. Only a few seconds later I felt his ass muscles begin to pulse
around my cock. Long jets of cum shot from his organ and splattered across
his body. A faint, drawn-out moan welled up from his throat. He tossed his
head from side to side, his fine features twisted in mixed agony and
delight.

Guilt began to penetrate my consciousness. I pulled out of him and got rid
of the condom, got the towel and wiped him down in silence. At that point I
guess we were still pretending that he was my client-he paid me for that
afternoon.

Things went downhill fast with my partner after that, even though I'm sure
he never suspected what had happened. At any rate within a few months we
were officially broken up and Rollie had moved into an apartment.

I probably shouldn't have let things progress so far between Bob and me,
but with Rollie out of the house there didn't seem any reason to hold
back. I was lonely in the aftermath of our breakup, and Bob was eager to
learn all he could about his bisexual tendencies.

Whenever he could find an hour free after work or on the weekend he'd be at
my place. The funny thing is, until almost the end we never just jumped
into bed-we always started with my massaging him, as if our relationship
were still professional. After a while I told him not to pay me any more.

That was probably around the time we stopped using protection. I was clean
and I knew Bob, being married, would be careful. It took our relationship
to another level, of course. Looking back I know I treated Bob badly. I
knew he had feelings for me that I didn't return, and although I never lied
to him, there were things I didn't say that I should have said.

I'd never been crazy about my job and when something opened up here in
Albuquerque, where I'd lived before, I jumped at the chance to apply. Now
that Rollie and I were no longer together I felt a world of possibilities
opening up for me. Bob, as fun and hot as our times together were, couldn't
be a part of my new life.

He cried when I told him I was leaving town. I still regret that.

"What the fuck am I going to do without you?"

"You can come visit any time."

A snort of bitter laughter. "Oh yeah, like I'll ever get the chance."

"We'll keep in touch. My door'll always be open for you."

He looked up with brimming, sorrowful eyes. "Len, you're a nice guy. And a
hot fuck. You'll get to town and have a new boyfriend in a month. Don't
pretend it's not going to happen."

But it hadn't happened. I went back to visit a couple of times, still
single. Bob and I met in motels for hurried trysts that were as hot as
ever. Finally he'd found a way to get out here and visit me. Obviously the
electricity between us was still there. How could it all come to an end?

When we got back to the house that evening he turned to me smiling as soon
as we were in the door. "I was serious about the massage. Could you do one
for old times' sake?" he asked.

 "Absolutely. The table's set up in the upstairs guest room. Why don't you
go up there and get ready, and I'll meet you there in a few?"

When I walked into the guest room a few minutes later, after I'd warmed up
the massage oil in the microwave, he was face down on the table, his head
in the face cradle, naked except for a white swimmer jockstrap. My cock
jumped at the sight.

Bob looked up and smiled. "I am so ready for this."

I smiled back as I dimmed the lights and turned on the CD player, just as
if we were back in Texas. His rangy body had changed very little over the
years, the back still lean and rippled, tapering down in a V-shape to a
waist now just barely padded with a hint of love handles, his butt cheeks
still as firm, smooth and youthful as ever. His long legs were corded with
muscle and sinew from years of running.

A few quick motions and I was naked, my erection jutting up as I stood by
the massage table, greasing my hands with the oil. I laid my hands on his
back and he let out a long sigh of contentment.

"Worth waiting for," he said.

I worked on his shoulders and back, mostly in silence except for the soft
music playing. Occasionally Bob grunted when I pushed hard to get a knot
out of a particular spot.

"Too hard?" I asked once.

He lifted his head and smiled. "Never." He reached out and squeezed my
dick.

I shook my finger at him in mock reproach. "Behave."

I gradually worked my way down his body. When I got to the waistband of his
jockstrap I pushed my fingers underneath, gradually working it
downward. Bob had once told me that he loved being undressed, so we'd made
this part of his massages.

He lifted his body off the table as I drew the skimpy garment slowly past
his swollen but still soft cock, pointed downward. I massaged his glutes
for a few moments, leaving the strap halfway down his thighs. Finally I
pulled it all the way off, lifting each of Bob's feet to get it past until
it was free. I brushed the used jock lightly against his back before
dropping it on the floor nearby. I might need it later.

I kneaded his hard calves, then rubbed the backs of his thighs with long
strokes, making sure to brush his butt cheeks and the hair in the cleft
between them. Occasionally I made light contact with the head of his cock
and ball sack, pressed underneath his body. After a while I took the bottle
of oil and poured a thin stream directly into the crack of his ass. As I
worked it into the tight opening Bob shifted, sighing with pleasure.

I probed inside him with my index finger until I found the firm mass of his
prostate. I began to massage it, and Bob's sighs became soft groans. He
raised his head, eyes closed, and opened his mouth. "Oh yeah," he breathed.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Mm hmm."

I thrust a second digit in, drawing a gasp. I began to finger-fuck him in a
regular rhythm, twisting my hand, loosening him up. With my other hand I
reached underneath and grabbed his hard cock, mixing his leaking precum
with the oil coating my hand. By now Bob was writhing and moaning on the
table.

"Oh Len, fuck me."

"Oh I will, don't you worry," I said, grinning at his enjoyment. "Got to
get you ready first."

"More ready than I am now? C'mon," he pleaded.

"Oh, okay," I said, with mock annoyance, pulling out of him and greasing my
erection with the oil in my hand that had been jacking his cock. When I was
done I reached under the table and pulled out what I'd hidden underneath
sometime ago, a thin brown leather shoelace. Bob had turned his head to
watch me. I saw his eyes widen at the sight of what I held.

"You devil. You thought of everything."

I nodded. "Uh-huh. Hands behind your back."

He obeyed with alacrity. I bound his wrists together with the cord, not
tying it too tight, just enough for him to feel it. Bob strained
experimentally at his bonds. They held.

"Now we're ready." I climbed onto the massage table and lowered myself over
his prone body, letting my cock drag up and down his ass crack. Bob moaned
in anticipation.

"Yes, oh yes. Let me have it."

I chuckled. "So impatient. How bad do you want it? Bad enough to beg?"

"Yes. Please. Please fuck me, Len."

The thick desire in his voice was driving me into a frenzy of lust. I
grabbed my cock and guided it to his tight hole. I pushed gently until I
felt his ring just begin to give, then let my entire body fall onto his, so
that I sank all the way in with one huge thrust. Bob let out a roar, half
pain, half delight.

"Too rough?" I murmured in his ear. He shook his head and turned toward me,
smiling. I kissed my bound and impaled captive for long moments, our
tongues and lips clicking and squeaking as they came together and parted,
again and again. His warm breath bathed my face. My nostrils were filled
with the musk of his arousal.

I felt his ass muscles squeeze my cock. "C'mon, fuck me," Bob said.

"You got it." I began to thrust into him, at first slowly and gently so as
not to push myself over the edge too soon. When I felt a little more under
control I stepped up the pace and force of my thrusts. Soon my dick was
sliding almost out of his ass on every upstroke, followed by a thud as my
pubic bone slammed against his butt.

"Ugh. Yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me."

His arm and shoulder muscles bulged as he strained uselessly against the
leather strip binding his hands. He tossed his head from side to side as he
moaned, letting out a shout of delight when I reached under his chest and
tweaked his nipples.

"C'mon, Len. I want your cum in me. Finish me off."

Truth to tell I was dangerously close to shooting my load. I slowed my
thrusts and stopped for a minute, panting against his neck, resting my
weight on his helpless body, still buried inside him.

"Why'd you stop?"

"This is just part one," I told him. "It's time for part two."

"What?" Bob said. "Hey!" he cried as I suddenly pulled out of him and got
up off the table. I went to a chest of drawers that stood in the guest room
we were in and pulled a dark blue bandanna from the top drawer. I took it
back to the table, my glistening erection swinging in front. My prisoner
looked on with rapt attention as I folded it into a triangle, then twisted
it into a narrow strip. When it was ready I placed it over his eyes and
tied it snugly around his head.

"Oh fuck," Bob breathed, then fell silent. I looked at him, blindfolded and
bound on the massage table, at my mercy. My hard-on, which had shrunk at
bit, swelled again to rock hardness at the sight. I tugged at one of his
arms. "Come on. We're going for a walk."

Bob slid gingerly off the table and stood, a bit shaky. I knew he was
nervous and wrapped my arms around him from behind. "Don't worry. I'll
guide you. Trust me."

"Yes sir," he whispered.

"Door's in front of you." I gave him a gentle push and we were off, not
before I picked up the jockstrap I'd peeled off of him. Bob took slow but
steady steps, his cock jutting out stiff and straight. Keeping a firm grip
on his arm, I guided him slowly down the stairs to the living room, then
through the house to the back deck. I slid open a glass door and the cool
evening air hit our faces.

"You're taking me outside?"

"Uh-huh. For the whole world to see." Actually there was a high adobe fence
around my entire back yard that would keep us safe from prying eyes.

We walked slowly out onto the concrete deck. A gentle New Mexico evening
breeze was blowing, cooling our overheated skins. Above shone a bright
moon, lighting the peaks of the mountain range miles away, a spectacular
sight.

I'd planned all of this earlier today. While he napped before dinner in my
bed I'd slipped downstairs and made a few preparations. I'd taken the pads
off two chaise longues and laid them on the picnic table standing
nearby. Another leather shoelace and an extra bottle of lube sat on the
deck near the door where I'd put them this afternoon.

Everything was ready. I took Bob's arm and guided him to the picnic table,
dropping his jock by the lube.

"I'm going to untie you. When I do, climb up on this table and get on your
back. Grab your ankles and get those legs up," I commanded him. He obeyed
without a word. I stood a moment, enjoying the sight of him blindfolded and
naked, his genitals and asshole exposed and vulnerable. Then I reached down
and got the other leather shoelace to go with the one I'd already used on
him. In another moment both his wrists and ankles were lashed together. He
was mine for the taking.

A quick hit of lube on my shaft and I was ready. Bob's butt was not quite
at the table's edge so I pulled him roughly toward me. "Get ready for the
fuck of your life, buddy," I said to him, as I found his greasy hole with
my cock. One hard shove and I was back inside him up to the hilt. He yelled
with surprise, and I gave his butt a whack.

"Quiet," I told him, "Or I'll have to gag you."

Bob nodded, though I suspect he wouldn't have minded the gag. His cock lay
stiff and straight on his belly. Truth to tell, I was almost as turned on
as he must have been. The setting was perfect: the two of us naked
outdoors, joined together, the moonlight reflecting off our bodies, the
twinkling lights from our oblivious neighbors' houses nearby, and, in the
distance, the majestic, snow-covered peaks of the Sandia mountains.

Holding his ankles I fucked him slowly for a long time, partly so as not to
cum too quickly but also to drink in the sight of my cock porking his
hole. My glistening shaft slowly emerged, held and kissed by the edges of
Bob's swollen anal opening, until the ridge of my cock head was
visible. Then, one thrust and everything disappeared inside, my pubic bone
mashing against his balls, my entire length held in a tight grip by the
unbelievable smooth warmth of his love canal.

Bob was mostly silent, except for an occasional soft gasp when I gave it to
him unexpectedly hard. When I changed pace and swiveled my hips in a circle
he laughed softly and said, "Oh yeah."

Every so often I leaned down to tickle his erect nipples with my tongue, or
to tangle my lips and tongue with his in a languid kiss, our hot breath
bathing each other's faces.

"I wish your cock could stay in my ass forever," Bob whispered to me, as
our lips parted, reluctantly.

"Mm hmm. My cock loves your ass, baby," I said, giving a few staccato
thrusts with my hips for emphasis.

"Oh yeah. You going to shoot your load inside me, Len?"

"If you beg hard enough for it, maybe," I said, smiling.

"Oh Len. Please make me take your load. Please fill me up with that hot
cum. Breed my hungry hole. Please."

His dirty talk dissolved my self-control. "You asked for it, fucker," I
said, beginning to pound into him as hard as I could. We grunted in unison
as I rushed toward completion. I'd held back so long it took less than a
minute for all the pent-up bodily fluids in my testicles and prostate to
come gushing up through my urethra. I felt my cock swell inside him and the
first jet of cum explode out of me. I threw my head back, eyes upturned to
the sky, able to muffle my shouts of ecstasy only by clamping my jaws
together. They emerged as hoarse, strangled groans, synchronized with each
massive spurt of juice that flooded his ravaged insides. From somewhere far
away I heard Bob's voice urging me on.

Finally I began to come down from the orgasm. My body sagged, my head
dropped as I drew great lungfuls of cool New Mexico air. My pelvis gave a
few more mechanical thrusts, slowed and stopped.

But we weren't finished, not by a long shot. I pulled out of Bob's body and
dropped to one knee on the deck, my face directly in front of his tender
hole. The swollen, freshly fucked opening below his balls glistened with
lube and cum in the moonlight. I gave it a few flicks with my tongue. Bob
cried out-I knew he must be unbearably sensitive in the aftermath.

"Push out," I said. I saw his asshole twitch and swell in response, then a
stream of the cum I had just deposited inside him emerge and trickle down
his butt. I caught it in my hand, stood and brought it up to his mouth.

"Eat it."

Bob eagerly complied, nursing and suckling the sperm that had been up his
ass off my fingers that I thrust into his mouth. I made him take one more
mouthful of my load out of his ass, then picked up his jockstrap that I'd
brought downstairs. The next trickle of cum from his hole went into its
pouch, which I stuffed into his mouth.

"Suck on that while I finish you off," I told him. For the coup de grace I
knew he'd have to be muffled.

I took his balls with one hand and pulled down while I began to jack his
cock hard and fast with the other. Bob began to thrash around on the table,
his muffled groans and moans rapidly increasing in volume. In a few moments
I heard him shout, "Mmh cummmph!"

"Do it, guy," I said, standing up. I let go of his cock and inhaled it down
to the root. I only had to slide up and down on it a few times with my
mouth before I heard Bob let loose an all-out scream into his makeshift
gag. Then the first spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat. It caught
me by surprise and I swallowed it, but let the rest fill my mouth as he
shot again and again, his obscene rantings fortunately unintelligible to
our neighbors.

I climbed onto the picnic table, sidling between his lashed-together limbs
until my face was over his. I pulled the jockstrap out of Bob's mouth, and
the blindfold off his face. As our eyes met and locked Bob's mouth
opened. I let his load that I'd been carrying in my mouth drop onto his
tongue, then grabbed his head and pushed the clot of sperm in with my
lips. For the next few moments there was no sound except the clicks and
squeaks of our clashing mouths glued together by his seed, punctuated by
our ecstatic whimpers.

Finally we broke apart. Bob's breath was still coming in short gasps, and
he could barely talk. "Oh God. Oh fuck," he kept saying.

I reached up and quickly untied his limbs. In a flash his legs and arms
were around me. Our mouths met again, our tongues seeking out the rest of
his cum. When we had shared and swallowed what remained he hugged me so
tightly to him I had to fight for air.

"You're amazing," Bob whispered in my ear.

My heart caught in my throat. "You're the amazing one," I said. "Are you
cold?"

The night breeze had picked up and was chilly against my back and butt. He
shook his head and smiled. "Not as long as you're with me. Stay with
me. Forever."

I couldn't let this go any further. "Let's get you warmed up," I said,
extricating myself from his grip. I got up off the table, pulling him up
with me. I knew he'd be stiff and sore after our long session if I didn't
get him into a hot shower.

We took a long one, soaping and rinsing each other off slowly and tenderly
now that the fire of our mutual lust had been extinguished for the time
being. Bob didn't say much. Every so often he would catch my eye with a
gaze so open, so vulnerable that a lump rose in my throat.

We dried our bodies and our hair, then got under the covers of my bed,
holding each other.

"I wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow," Bob said.

I ruffled his hair, just as I had when he had arrived this morning. "I
know. We should go to sleep."

His arms tightened around me. "Len, you're my lifeline. You know that,
don't you?"

I stayed silent.

"I know this might be the last time for us."

I stared at him, surprised. His gaze was clear and direct.

"There's someone else, isn't there?"

I hesitated, then nodded. "Not exactly. We've only been together
once. But-"

"But?"

I had to go on. "We met online. Talked for months, back and forth. Then I
went out to California to visit for a weekend last month, and-"

"You really hit it off."

The words stuck in my throat. "We're talking about his moving out
here. It's not a sure thing, yet."

He lay silent on his back, gazing at the ceiling. "I could tell. Always
before when we were together I could tell you were holding something
back. Today was different. You were so open, so free. Giving me everything
you had left to give.

"It was a going-away present, wasn't it?"

Suddenly tears filled my eyes. "I'm sorry, Bob."

Bob shook his head, dry-eyed. "Why should you be? You deserve someone
steady, who'll be there for you. Not someone like me."

He reached out and hugged me to his chest. "You've helped me more than you
know. I won't forget that." He smiled. "We really ought to get to sleep. I
do believe this is the first time I actually get to sleep with you,
Leonard."

I swallowed hard and smiled back. "I snore, you know."

He grinned. "So does my wife."

We turned out the lights. Within a minute Bob was asleep. I on the other
hand lay awake for a long time, gazing at his moonlit profile and listening
to his deep, even breathing.

I must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next thing I felt was his
lips on mine. I opened my eyes. The dim light of early morning was
filtering into the bedroom.

"Good morning," Bob said.

I yawned and stretched. "Nice way to wake up. What time is it?"

"Six."

"Ugh. Too early. Want some breakfast?"

"Nope." I felt his hand grasp my cock, which was semi-hard. "Just this."

I chuckled. "Don't you ever get enough?"

"Not when it's you." He kissed me again, harder, and I gave in. We made out
for a while, then I worked my way under the covers and down his body,
paying lots of attention to his nipples, before finding his cock. Bob
sighed with pleasure and grabbed my head as I sucked him, using lots of
spit.

I had an idea. Going-away present, he'd said.

I let go of his dick and spit into my hand, bringing it down and behind
me. I threw the covers back and straddled his body. Bob's eyes widened.

"What are you doing?"

His erect penis was nudging my spit-slickened hole. Before I could change
my mind I thrust my hips downward, letting out a yell of pain as his rod
broke through and surged into me.

"Jesus, Len!"

I didn't stop until I was pressed against his pubic bone and his entire
length was inside me. I'd always been a top by inclination. Despite the
fact that Bob was the bigger of the two of us, I'd never let him fuck
me. Now he had everything I had to give him.

I squatted on his erection, feeling like I'd stabbed myself with a flaming
sword, drawing great gasps of air and willing the pain to go away.

Seeing Bob's ear-to-ear grin made it all worth it.

"You devil," he said, not for the first time that weekend.

"So," I said, "You always wanted my ass. Now you've got it. What are you
going to do with it?"

In reply he thrust upward, drawing a grunt from me. The pain was going away
and pleasure was taking its place. I pushed my butt down and gasped as his
cock found new places inside me.

"Yeah, fuck me."

I rode him on top for a little while before Bob sat up. "Oh Len," was all
he said as he put his mouth on mine. We kissed with lips bruised and tender
from the day before, our mouths, his cock and my asshole completing a magic
circle.

Then he pushed me onto my back and began to drive into me hard and long,
paying me back for all the times I'd given it to him. I egged him on with
whispered dirty talk, smiling into his eyes as I challenged him to give it
all to me, fuck me harder. Soon the air began to hiss through Bob's gritted
teeth. His eyes closed and his face twisted in a snarl of lust.

"Oh God I'm cumming!"

"Fill me up, man!" I commanded as my hand became a blur on my purple,
engorged organ and it began to pulsate, discharging a few drops of semen
onto my stomach. We shouted and gasped in unison, until Bob's head
collapsed onto my chest.

"I think I'm drained," he said.

"I know I am," I replied.

He raised his head and smiled. "You sure know how to give a guy a
send-off."

I shrugged. "I thought about what you said last night. You were wrong--I
hadn't given you everything. Now I have."

His face filled with such tenderness I could hardly breathe. "I love you,
Leonard."

We clasped each other, his softening cock still inside me, as tightly
joined together as two men could be.

"You don't have to say anything," Bob whispered. "You already have."

Half an hour later I watched him get into his car with his bag. He waved as
he backed his car out of my driveway. I waved back, smiling, my heart like
a lump of lead in my chest. Would I see him again? Was I really going to
turn my back forever on my Texas lover, and start fresh with my California
man?

For the moment I had no answer. I stood until his car disappeared from
view, then turned to face a long, lonely Sunday.

END