cDate: Tue, 19 Jun 2018 03:04:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Nicky Male Subject: Motorcycle Trip The following is a work of fact. Ha, you're probably used to seeing "a work of fiction," but you won't get that here. This is a narration of real events, prose which I hope conveys the passion and lust between two married men who desperately need our time together. You might have enjoyed my other stories here on Nifty, "The Quickie," and "The Evening." Although Dave and I are both married [yes, to women] and have families, we're also both quite happily gay, and neither he nor I can live happily without the unique friendship, closeness, and intimacy only two men can give each other. We are best friends, pals, confidants, buddies; we would do anything for each other, and for each others' families. But Dave and I are also madly in love with each other, and when we're alone, the clothes come off quickly, and wild, uninhibited sex follows. As gay lovers, my boyfriend and I are partnered, devoted, and clean, and we've been together for many years. We enjoy the commitment, the intimacy, and undiluted pleasures of bareback anal sex; it's right for us, and we are comfortable and confident in the trust we have for each other. But please, dear reader, if you don't know your partner, or are just getting acquainted with a new partner, practice safe sex! When Dave and I were getting to know each other many years ago, we certainly did! I hope you enjoy reading this – I enjoyed writing it, and I certainly enjoyed experiencing it! Your comments, criticisms, thoughts, fantasies, and/or experiences are more than welcome, if you'd like to share! My email is bi_nicky7 (at) yahoo dot com. And I'm always especially happy to hear from you married men who are seriously contemplating or who are currently enjoying an affair with another married man! – We got a late start, later than we'd wanted, and we knew we would be on the road well after dark. We were on our motorcycles, and we looked forward to getting out of the city and up into the mountains for a few days of riding. And of course, we needed the time to be with each other, to relax, to enjoy "letting go," to love being gay men for a long weekend. And that meant having plenty of sex. Yes, after the motorcycle riding ended and we were back in our cabin, there would be a very different – and far more exciting - kind of "riding" going on! But we weren't there yet. Long hours of riding, and into the night, I remained on high alert for any wildlife in the road. Dave was behind me on his bike, and I made sure not to get too far away from his headlight. After one last stop at a bit after 10 o'clock, I set my navigation system to guide us to our cabin for the weekend. We were getting close. We pulled in front of our cabin at a quarter to eleven, unloaded our gear, and began to unwind after the nearly 400-mile ride. Once inside, and with our bikes secure, we quickly stripped nude, enjoying the freedom and comfort in being with each other after many months of not having any time together. For those that need an introduction, I'm Nick, and five-foot-eleven and a muscular 195 pounds – 44 inch chest, 34 inch waist, and 41 inch hips and ass. Plenty of light brown-to-silver chest hair, and nicely furry legs and buttocks. Dave is my boyfriend, and he's six-foot-one and 210 pounds, with delightful chest hair that trails in a line down his stomach to a delicious nest of tangled pubes. For a couple of guys in our 50's, we both work out religiously, and we're fit, quite virile, and in good shape. Dave is incredibly handsome and wonderfully hung, and I absolutely love that he's all-man, assertive, and unapologetic about it. For his part, Dave loves my undeniably masculine appearance - "a beautiful man," as he kindly calls me – because, well, he's gay, but he also knows quite well how deeply feminine my sexual nature is; he adores the contrast, the dichotomy. He's a bold, aggressive, dominant, 100% masculine alpha top, and I'm his shy, eager, submissive, feminine bottom. He's Yang, and I'm Yin, if you're familiar with the Chinese philosophy of nature, of the masculine/feminine, the active/passive. And yes, the penetrating and receiving. Our opposing sexual natures meet at a very bright and quite comfortable line that defines our relationship. When we go to bed, there's never any doubt or question as to whose penis is going into whose rectum – Dave's cock will be up my ass, every time, and repeatedly! And we wouldn't have things any other way! And speaking of cocks, I'm quite happy with my smooth, cut penis. At almost seven inches in length and a bit more than five inches around, I'm comfortably and confidently above average, and in keeping with my feminine sexual psyche, I keep my cock, balls, crack, and hole shaved. Dave's magnificent member, easily eight inches long and two inches thick, is handsome, veiny, cut, and obviously much bigger than mine. No jealousy or insecurity here, though – he's a top and I'm his bottom, so of course he should have the bigger cock, and I'm so glad that he does! And one other thing: yes, I'm a man, and I have a fully-functioning cock and balls, thank you very much, but I also have a pussy. I know it's often frowned on in gay circles, but my boyfriend and I love the name, and we don't care; both he and I refer to my anus, anal canal, and rectum (and beyond – he's swinging eight inches!) as my "pussy." Yes, I have a pussy, and I'm delighted! It can't be wrong to call my ass my pussy - after all, if a "pussy" is a warm, tight, wet, caressing tunnel of muscular, silky folds of flesh made to accept and to give pleasure to a man's penis, what else should we call it? An attraction of this particular cabin we'd booked was a two-person corner Jacuzzi tub, and we quickly made use of it. The hot water, the pulsing jets, and the close company as we sat together made the exhausting miles of the day melt away. After enjoying a good half-hour soak followed by a shower, my boyfriend stood nude and expectantly at the side of the tub as he toweled dry. I was still soaking in the warm water, but I didn't any instruction or invitation; I got to my knees, still in the tub, and took Dave's wet cock into my mouth. I sucked my boyfriend's dick like I hadn't been with him in months, because I hadn't! He grew hard quickly, and in only a very few minutes, his soft cockhead was nuzzling its way down my throat. "Yeah, suck my cock," Dave breathed above me. "Mmmm," I moaned on him, sucking him hungrily. He took my head in his hands and fucked my mouth and throat for a moment. I was loving every bit simply because it had been so long since I'd had his dick in my mouth. "Probably won't get an orgasm out of me, babe," he said, almost apologetically. "It's just been a long and exhausting day." "Mmmph-hmmph," I mumbled on his cock. He pulled away and finished drying off. "We'll see about that," I challenged. Dave left me alone in the bathroom, offering me a bit of privacy as I cleaned out. Yes, I rinse out with a warm-water enema three or four times before I bottom for him, so that we're both confident and comfortable, and also because I'm a bit of a clean freak (Dave would laugh out loud at that one: "A bit?!?"). As an added bonus, I find enemas quite pleasurable and arousing. After douching, I always replace the natural lubrication the enemas wash out of my muscular love tunnel with lubricating gel: using a child's medicine dosage syringe, I draw a tablespoon of water-based Astroglide into the syringe, slip the plastic syringe up my hole and press the plunger, pumping the generous amount of gel into me. That lubricant gets my insides slick and silky, ready to give pleasure to every inch of my boyfriend's big cock. I finished cleaning up, slipped on "a little something," and joined him on the king bed fifteen minutes later. Yeah, the cabin only had a single king bed, and when I'd made the reservation for the cabin with the very nice woman who answered the phone, she asked me if the weekend getaway was a romantic couple's retreat. "Indeed it is," I had told her. She probably didn't think the couple on that romantic getaway would be two gay men, but she found out once we got there! It was nearly one in the morning. Even though Dave had told me he didn't think he could muster an orgasm, I was going to show him a good time, to stroke and stoke his masculinity; the "little something" I slipped on was a powder-pink all-lace cami and panty set, and I wanted anal sex. I crawled into bed between Dave's legs, resumed the blowjob I'd begun in the bathroom, and had him rock-hard again quickly. "Mmmm, what do you want, babe?" he asked me. "I want you to fuck me in the ass," I told him. "You do?" "You know I do! Don't you miss my pussy?" Dave spoke with action. He pulled me up to his chest and quickly flipped me over, taking a position kneeling over me. He then moved up my body quickly until he had both knees planted astride my shoulders, grabbed my wrists and held them together above my head, and force-fed me his big cock. I took him down my throat again and again as he fucked my mouth, as his balls slapped my chin and his delightfully manly bush ticked my nose with each thrust. "Fuck, yes, I miss that pussy! But before I fuck your pussy, I'm going to fuck your mouth!" "Unngghh," I grunted, playfully gagging on his thick penis. I could take him to the balls easily without gagging; I had my gag reflex fully and completely controlled. But I would often gag on him for fun, because it appealed to his masculine drive, and it turned him on enormously! He fucked my mouth and throat for a few minutes, reaching behind and roughly groping my hard cock and balls through my lace panties, before pulling away. "Are you ready?" Dave asked me. "I'm clean and lubed, babe," I answered, "but I haven't dilated. I want you to open me." I wasn't really ready. As I'd related earlier, our busy family lives and work schedules had conspired to keep us apart for quite a while. We hadn't had any time together in months, and the thought of taking Dave's six and three quarter inches of girth after not having him in me in so long had me more than a little nervous. Dave is a magnificent lover, and yes, he's a dominant, aggressive, bold top, but when he senses or knows I need it, he's gentle, loving, and patient. He sensed it. He pulled me with him to the foot of the bed until my butt was right at the edge and my legs were spread for him. I rested my ankles on his shoulders as he stood at the end of the bed, and suddenly I was in heaven as he tugged my lace panties aside and slowly pushed a finger up my ass. "Ohhhh..." I gasped, loving the deeply sensual pleasure of being penetrated after so long without. "That's a tight pussy, babe," Dave said, feeling my snug rings gripping his finger. "And I know you love my tight pussy!" I breathed as his finger burrowed deeper into me. He finger-fucked me for a moment, deliciously, and I could feel his finger curl and twist inside my hot channel as he worked me over, pleasuring me, relaxing me, limbering me up, dilating me, loosening me. Getting me ready for his thick cock. One finger became two, and a moment later, three thick fingers burrowed deep into me, squeezing a groan from deep in my guts as he pried my tight hole open. He held those fingers up my butt for several seconds, then began fucking me with all three, plunging them into me as deep as he could, until after another minute or so, he knew I was ready. I still had my ankles on his shoulders as I watched him lube up his big penis. I adore the psychology of sex, and I'm so happy and grateful that I was born a bottom; because of both those things, there is almost nothing more arousing and exciting for me than to watch the man I love standing poised over me, lubing up his hard, bare cock, that hard cock he's about to sodomize me with! Dave smiled down at me as he smoothed the slick gel all over his length – he knew full well what that view did to me! I reached down and held my panties out of the way for him as he took aim at my entrance. I had worried that it had been so long since we'd last enjoyed anal sex, but I needn't have. Dave's marvelous cock slipped into me easily, effortlessly, for both of us, and he quickly sank balls-deep in my pussy, filling me perfectly, warmly, wonderfully, as though he belonged there, like I was made for him. Still, he's big, and I felt every bit of him! He slowly drew his length out of me, all the way, until his cockhead slipped from me and nuzzled against my opening. He was helping me become accustomed to penetration again. "Fuuuuuck," I growled, "that's a big fucking dick, babe!" "And that's a tight pussy," he growled right back at me as he leaned into me again, pushing eight inches of two-inch-thick penis back up my tight butt. "Oh my god," I whimpered as he stuffed my ass absolutely full. "You like that cock, baby?" he asked playfully, knowing full well the answer. "You know I love your fucking cock!" He held my ankles on his shoulders and began to fuck me, slowly at first. It had been a long time since he'd last made love to me in a missionary or butterfly position, and I was loving every moment. A few times, he would push into me to the hilt, pause, and lean low over me to kiss me. Our lips met, mouths open, and our tongues explored and caressed each other for a moment before he would push away again and resume fucking my pussy. Dave would vary the speed and intensity depending on how he was feeling and what he needed, at times pounding me with hard, fast, ball-slapping strokes, then taking a break, slowing down and staying still inside me to stall his pending orgasm. Three or four times during our fuck, he "long-stroked" me for a minute or two, plunging his dick all the way in me, only to slowly withdraw until only his cockhead remained in me, leaving me empty and begging for his dick as my snug rings grasped at his flare. He would push back into me, balls-deep, only to repeat, again and again. A few times, he actually pulled all the way out, leaving my opening gaping and lusting for him, wanting him to fill me again. And of course, he would shove his thick penis back in my entrance and into my caressing, groping insides. Such delicious ecstasy! Typically during a long, lusty anal fuck, we would change positions two or three times, but this night Dave was content to plow my hole in this delightful butterfly position while holding my ankles on his shoulders. Often, he would reach down and grope my cock and balls through my panties, or caress, pinch, and tweak my nipples through the lace of my cami top. Yes, he knows my nipples are hot-wired to my dick, and both nipples were by this time hard and jutting out proudly. Dave fucked me for what must have been twenty or more minutes – he has wonderfully delightful stamina and control – before wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me harder onto his cock. "I'm gonna cum, babe," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Cum, baby," I purred back at him. "Pump your load up my pussy!" He began slamming his dick into me hard and fast, driving so deep I could feel that warm stretch inside me with every stroke as he hit bottom. Quickly enough, he arched forward, lifting my ass off the bed, while at the same time yanking me hard against his loins, driving his big dick so deep it made me gasp out loud. A lusty, guttural grunt - a shout, really – followed by regular, deep growls of triumph with each orgasmic contraction, erupted from Dave as he pumped his semen into me. Had anyone been staying in the adjoining cabin that night, they would have been awakened by those sounds of sexual release! Yes, the male animal inseminated his mate - I'd brought my boyfriend that orgasm he didn't think he could have! Some people might think taking cock is a purely passive role, but we accomplished bottoms have skills, and we know how to pour on the pleasure for our tops! Slowly, Dave began to come down from his sexual high, and he resumed fucking me in the ass, but now with slow, lazy strokes. His cock was still fully hard and big inside me, and he spread his semen thoroughly in my hot channel with it as he fucked me. He loves the warm, slick feeling inside me after he cums in me, and I'm always able to keep him aroused and hard during these delicious post-orgasm fucks. Each time he pushed into me, I forcefully clamped my tight rings around his penis, and each time my action elicited a full-body shudder out of him. "Ooh, I love that pussy, babe!" he gasped. "And I love your dick!" I growled. He was playfully fondling my cock and balls through my panties while still fucking me. "What do you want, babe? Do you want to cum?" "Maybe," I replied. "But I want to sit on you!" Dave reached down and began to gather me into his arms, again showing his skill as a top as his thick cock stayed buried in me. "Careful, babe," I said as he lifted me off the bed, "don't screw up your back. We still have a lot of motorcycle riding to do!" He thought about that for just a moment and prudently changed his plan. He leaned forward, laying on me fully, as I wrapped my legs around his hips. He then deftly rolled both of us over until he was comfortably on his back and I was mounted on him, still impaled on his dick. I repositioned my legs, folding them astride his hips until I was in a comfortable cowgirl. After a moment settling into this new position, I began to ride his penis, rolling to and fro on his loins as he slipped back and forth in my love tunnel. I rode him slowly and gently at first, just lazily enjoying having his big cock inside me. He had his big hands on my hips, encouraging my movements, and after several minutes, began to thrust upward into me. Cowgirl was one of our very favorite positions, and he was clearly getting into it. It was already past 1:30 AM, but I rode on. After some time, a determined and very familiar expression settled on Dave's face. "I don't know what it is," he said, his jaw set, "but there's something about this position where your insides just caress and press against me just right..." "That's my pancreas," I joked. He didn't respond, but continued humping up into me and holding my hips tightly in his grip. "I'm going to cum again," he gasped. "Cum in me, babe," I told him. "C'mon and pump another load up my pussy!" I pulled my cock from my panties and began to stroke myself furiously, hoping for an orgasm of my own. "Cum with me, baby," Dave encouraged me. I wanted to. There's not much I love more than enjoying an intense orgasm and spurting my load all over his stomach and chest while he has his big dick buried up my butt. Especially when he and I are able to get to that magical simultaneous orgasm. But it just wasn't going to happen that night. And that's completely okay with me – his pleasure, and his orgasms, are far more meaningful to me and fulfilling for me than my own. I'm his, totally – his bottom, his "woman" - and that's where I get my pleasure and fulfillment. "Don't worry about me, babe," I told him, sincerely. "Fuck me and fill my pussy up!" Just a couple of minutes later, he did exactly that. He arched up into me, lifting his ass – and me – a good foot off the bed, surging up into me so deep I thought his cock was coming up my throat! With a mighty, primal bellow, he emptied his balls into me. Again. As he cooled down, I gently wiggled my ass on him, enjoying what I knew would be the last few minutes of having him inside me that night. I knew after two orgasms in what had to have been a forty-minute fuck, he would soften and slip from me. I fondled my own cock and balls as I sat on him. "Mmm, did you enjoy that, babe?" I asked him. "Fuck, you're just the most amazing lover!" he replied breathlessly, answering my question in a rather roundabout way, but in a way that made me feel wonderfully and profoundly feminine. "And you're the best and most incredible top, babe!" We were quiet for a moment, just sharing ourselves with each other, until... "Mmmm," I purred quietly as his soft cock finally slipped from my pussy. "Awww," Dave muttered as his cock was no longer embraced by the heavenly confines of my warm, tight ass. I felt my snug rings quickly close after him, trapping his sweet, warm semen inside my body. I rolled off my lover, and he hopped up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. I wiped the excess lube from my cleft and my entrance, and pulled my panties up, tucking my cock and balls back into place. I heard the sink running and I knew Dave was washing his cock and balls with soap and water. Good to know in case I woke up first in the morning and wanted to suck some dick. Dave returned to bed, nude, and crawled next to me. We kissed. "Sure do love you, babe," I whispered. "That was some amazing sex!" "Sure do love you too, baby," he whispered back. "Sex with you is always amazing!" He rolled over until his back was to me, and I curled up against him in a spoons position. I caressed his chest with my left hand as I playfully humped my panty-covered cock against his bare ass. "Mmmm," I purred lustily. "If you fall asleep before I do, I'll get that top experience I've wanted!" "Yeah, babe," he laughed. "Uhh, THAT'S not gonna happen!" "If you stay asleep, it might!" I shot back. "If I stay asleep, it means you're a lousy top!" "There is that," I admitted. "Just as well, anyway. You know I adore being a bottom, babe! Especially being YOUR bottom!" "Baby, you were BORN to bottom!" my boyfriend said, ratifying that thought that I've always had about myself. "And you are a fantastic bottom!" "Thanks, babe," I whispered as I kissed his neck. I snuck a peek at my watch – it was two in the morning, and we had a lot of riding in front of us tomorrow! But we had just finished nearly an hour of riding – a different kind of riding – and, both exhausted and satisfied, we floated off to sleep. I awoke, but only halfway, as the bed tossed a bit. I heard Dave's footsteps as he made his way across the wood floor to the bathroom, followed by those familiar sounds of a man taking a leak. A couple moments later, and the bed is shifting again as he crawled back in next to me. A very faint golden glow from the front porch lamp filtered past the drawn shades of the cabin. "You okay, babe?" I asked, reaching out a hand and caressing him in the dim light. Just my luck that my innocent gesture found his cock and balls, but I couldn't resist giving him a playful fondle and stroke. "I'm good," he mumbled, pulling me closer until he was spooning me. Dave didn't fall asleep right away, and I began to feel something swelling, something very familiar, nudging into the cleft between my cheeks. The only thing between us, the only thing protecting me from sexual molestation and sodomy was the thin, sheer lace of my panties. And that wouldn't be enough. Abruptly, my boyfriend threw away the covers. "Since you're up..." He was on me. In mere seconds, he was straddling my shoulders, practically sitting on me, and pulling my head and face into his loins. I wriggled underneath him until I was on my back and face up, as he forcibly ground his crotch against my face. He mashed his balls into my cheek, nose, and mouth, rubbing his furry sack up and down my face as he thrust into the air above me, his big and very hard cock only inches above my eyes - perhaps in his mind penetrating some fantasy lover, or maybe, responding to the primal male animal deep within, he was marking my face with his scent so no one would mistake me for the dominant one - as he roughly teabagged me in the dim light. This was a completely different man than my gentle, caring boyfriend who had made love to me only three hours ago. He was indulging his primal nature, his dominance, signaling to me that there only ONE male animal in this bed, that HE was the only one with the cock and balls that would be used for the purpose nature intended – penetration and insemination. And I absolutely LOVED it! "Mmmm," I purred into his hairy, manly crotch, inhaling deeply and often, taking him all in, as he rubbed and rolled his nutsack all over my face. I was pinned, helplessly trapped under him and at his mercy, just the place I longed to be. He paused occasionally to rub his dick along my nose and to slap my cheek. Dave was bold, aggressive, dominant, a hung top, and was simply doing what came naturally to him, but there wasn't much more he could have done to stroke my own submissive nature, to get my sexual juices churning. My own cock was rock-hard in my panties – even though I was very hard, in our relationship my penis would never be used for penetration – and in this moment, in this night, I wanted everything he was giving me. And would be giving me. I should add here that, had he wished, and signaled by shifting further up my face, I would have been delighted – even ecstatic - to explore his furry crack and backside with my lips and tongue. Thoroughly, and deeply. But my boyfriend is at his very core a pure top, and while unfortunately that will never happen, I'm perfectly fine with the man he is. Apparently satisfied that his mate was well-marked with his scent, Dave slipped down just a bit, and rubbed his cockhead expectantly across my lips. I dutifully opened my mouth, and he shoved his cock inside. My position was such that his cock pushed across the roof of my mouth until he was lodged against the upper back of my throat, so I couldn't deepthroat him, but I sucked his dick the best I could, until after a moment or two he decided to move onto other things. THE other thing. "Get up," he commanded as he pulled away and climbed off me. I knew perfectly well that meant "ass up, head down," and I quickly complied; I heard the lube cap snap open as I rolled up on my knees. I tugged my pillow under my head as I leaned forward, putting my chest flat against the mattress and presenting my ass to him. I felt the thump of the lube tube landing on the bed beside me, and seconds later, Dave pushed my panties down just enough to get to my prize. One hand was on my left hip – I could picture what he must be seeing in my mind – as he used his other to guide his big cock to its target. In one quick motion he plunged into me, all the way, and again my pussy was filled to the very brim with penis. "Uunngghh," I groaned, having been so suddenly and completely violated. I took him easily, though, since he had been up my ass for more than a half hour just earlier that night. This fuck was different from that one. This fuck was raw, powerful, animal. He pounded his big dick up me, going fast, hard, deep, never letting up, never slowing down, nary a pause to ask, "Babe, you doing okay?" This middle-of-the-night fuck wasn't tender or gentle, this was a slam-fuck; it was all about getting his cock up my butt, plowing me hard, and emptying his balls in me. And I adored it! No words were said. And it was quick. After several minutes of unrelenting hammering, he yanked my hips back and let out a yell as he pumped another load of his semen deep into me. I thought at that moment that I wished a couple had been in the cabin next door; it would have been incredibly fun and arousing to see their knowing glances when they saw my boyfriend and I in the morning! After his orgasm, he collapsed on me, spent. Exhausted. Moments later, he was softly snoring, still laying on me, when his penis slipped from my ass. I twisted under him, pulling up my panties, and he rolled off me, still asleep. "I hope you enjoyed that, babe," I thought as I reflected on how madly in love I was with this man in my bed, "because I sure did!" Fucked and left wet, and with still no orgasm, I fell asleep next to him. I awoke in the morning, glanced at my watch, and saw that it was nearly 8. I heard the shower running; Dave was an early riser, so I wasn't surprised at all. I stretched, kicking away the thin sheet, and just lounged in bed. I was still in my lace cami and panty set, and, like many men first thing in the morning, very hard. I giggled at a thought that crossed my mind at that moment, that perhaps we could just stay in bed all day and have a lot of sex – I hadn't yet had an orgasm, and I was ready! But I knew we had some fun motorcycle riding ahead of us, so even though that sounded like great fun, it wasn't going to happen. But I knew we would have some morning sex. I was still stroking my hard cock when Dave emerged from the bathroom, still toweling off. "Morning, babe," I greeted him, playfully waving my cock in the air. "Hey, hon," he replied. "You were awesome last night, I just wanted to say!" "Thanks, baby! You were beyond amazing yourself! I know how much you love middle-of-the-night pussy!" Dave flopped into bed next to me, laying on his back. I climbed onto him quickly, took his cock into my mouth, and began sucking him. "Mmm, yeah, I love it when you suck my dick!" His hands were on my head and his cock got hard quickly. I would have happily sucked him until he rewarded me with a nice load, but I knew that was next to impossible. My boyfriend needed prolonged, intense, and tightly-focused stimulation to achieve orgasm – which is why he possessed such remarkable stamina when fucking me in the ass – and I knew a blowjob wouldn't get it done. In our nearly eight years together, I'd only managed sucking him to orgasm a handful of times, and I'm a very skilled and accomplished fellator. Besides... "That feels so good," he breathed, "but there's no way I'm going to cum. Not after last night." "That's okay, babe," I told him, coming off his cock just briefly enough to talk. "I just adore sucking your dick!" "Then you just keep doing that, baby!" I kept sucking his big penis for another few moments anyway, because, truly, I love sucking his dick. Finally, though, I let him slip from my mouth, and I straddled his thighs. I tucked my panties under my cock and balls, and began stroking our cocks together. With my right hand holding our two hard cocks, I slowly fondled and stroked them, pressing them together, rubbing them together. It suddenly struck me as odd that I'd never done this before - frotting, or frottage, as it's called. As I looked down, the scene was incredibly arousing: my boyfriend's big dick, much bigger than mine, and my cock laying against it, as I stroked them both together. "Fuck, babe," I said, amazed. "This is really hot!" "Mmm, feels really nice, too," he replied. "Baby, you can sit on me if you want." "Babe, I'm okay. I feel like I'd need to clean out first. But I'm having too much fun doing this!" "Then you keep doing that, babe!" As I stroked our dicks together, loving the sensual cock-to-cock contact, and enormously aroused by the sensual scene of two erect male penises in my grip – though my right hand was not even near closing around our combined girths – I was reminded of a friendship I'd made with another bisexual man on a sex site. D – we'll call him D – had often said that frotting was his very favorite sexual act with another male, and now, stroking both our cocks, I was starting to get it! Five minutes of deeply sensual frotting stretched to ten, and I was building to that delightful ecstasy of orgasm. "Fuck, babe," I moaned, "I'm going to cum..." "Do it, babe. Cum for me." Sitting on my boyfriend's thighs as he lay under me, relaxed, and holding and stroking our two hard cocks together was far more arousing and exciting than I'd ever thought it could be. I am very much a gay bottom who adores and needs the bond, the connection, the deep intimacy of penetrative sex; I dearly love, I need, oral and anal sex. But I was discovering this new act was fulfilling in a completely different way, and no less exciting. A breathless, "Oh, yeah..." escaped my lips as orgasm overtook me. I held our dicks together tightly as I spurted my big load of semen all over his stomach and chest. Surrendering myself to orgasm when I haven't a care about where my semen goes is especially delightful and liberating. Most often, when I cum when we have sex, my semen fills my panties, soaks the bedsheets, fills my boyfriend's mouth, or, when we're in a cowgirl position, goes all over his belly. Though this particular morning we weren't in a traditional cowgirl inasmuch as I wasn't sitting on his cock, still, my load was sprayed all over him. "I came a little," I mumbled apologetically as the fog of sexual bliss began to clear from my brain. "You think??" he replied, looking at the milky-white semen and matted hair on his chest and belly. "I'm sorry, babe," I offered. "And you just showered." And I really was. Not sorry for the orgasm, but sorry I emptied my balls all over him. He wasn't sorry at all. "Mmmm," he growled as he rubbed my semen into his chest hair and skin, all over, like I'd just sprayed him with a rich, expensive moisturizing cream. A quick aside – I absolutely LOVE the male's semen, and everything about it. The taste, its warmth, the feeling and headiness of semen in my mouth and up my backside, and the symbolism and very nature of what it is: the product of his virility, the essence of his maleness, the prize of his sexual ecstasy. Particularly, though, I love a man's semen IN me, not ON me. I want him to cum in my mouth, and to feel his warm wad of semen slip down my throat into my belly; I want him to cum in my ass, and to know he freely pumps his seed inside me unrestrained by a condom. I have that same love of my own: when my boyfriend sucks me to orgasm, he typically snowballs me with my large load, and I love sharing that open-mouthed kiss with him as he locks his lips on mine and our tongues dance and swim in my warm semen until he gives it all back to me and I eagerly, gratefully swallow every bit of my own load. My boyfriend, though, loves my semen on him. I think he was quite happy that he had already showered, and as he rubbed my semen into his skin like a prized cream, he was genuinely thrilled that I'd cum all over him. I sat there on him for a few more minutes, but we needed to get our day started. I leaned forward and we shared a kiss, and yes, our mouths reflexively opened and our tongues greeted each other. After a moment, I reluctantly pushed away. "I'm going to grab a shower, babe," I told him. "You do that, babe, and I'm going to check in on my office." I took care of my personal things, showered, and joined him again twenty minutes later. He was still nude. I put on a royal blue all-lace bra and matching panty, and asked him teasingly how I looked. Good enough to fuck was his answer, and that's the answer I wanted. I'd bought these lovely, sexy lace things – the cami and panty set I'd worn the previous night and this bra and panty set - from a website that caters to men who enjoy wearing feminine things for themselves and their partners, and they all fit me perfectly. I pulled a t-shirt on over the bra, and stepped into my riding pants. "If you wind up in a get-off, babe," Dave commented, "you're going to have some explaining to do about your choice of underwear to the hospital staff!" "So, I just won't have a get-off," I snapped back. "Anyway, you'd be with me, and I'm quite sure you'd be more than happy to explain to the doctors and nurses why I have a bra and panties on under my riding gear! "But you'll be riding with me all day," I continued, "and I know you won't be able to get my underwear out of your mind! You'll be ready to fuck my brains out by the time we get back here tonight!" "Babe, I'll be ready to fuck your brains out tonight regardless of what you're wearing!" He embraced me, pulling me close to his naked body with both his big hands on my ass, gripping my cheeks through the lace. We kissed. I could still detect the lingering scent of my semen on him. "But I do love this," he said sweetly. "Thanks, baby," I whispered back, "and you know how I adore wearing my lacy, sexy, feminine things!" We finished suiting up and rode into town for breakfast. From there, the next ten hours were filled with fun and spirited riding, sightseeing, and being together. And, of course, stops for gas, lunch, and dinner. We got back to our cabin at a bit after 9 PM after dodging a few pop-up thunderstorms. We made use of the relaxing Jacuzzi tub, soothing muscles made sore from the miles of riding. Shortly after that rejuvenating soak, we were back in the king bed, and his big cock was again buried up my butt. True to his word, he was indeed ready to fuck my brains out!