Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2023 22:39:50 -0400
From: AC <hryjknyk@gmail.com>
Subject: Antony and Sam - Old Friends Reunited - Part 7

Antony and Sam - Old Friends Reunited - Part 7 - Gay Adult Friends,
Urination


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"Can we get back to the fun part?" he asks with his devilish grin back
on his face, as he stares at me.

I smile warmly at him. I feel relief, not that we're moving on from the
heavy topics, but that he seems to feel better and lighter than before.

"Of course!" I say, leaning my forehead against his, "Unless there's
anything else you want to share."

He smiles, pecks me on the lips, and pulls away.

"Well there is one other little thing..."

"Oh?" I ask curiously.

"I sent you a message yesterday on Scruff."

I look at him confused and feel my body recoil from him for some reason.

"While I was waiting for you at the storage unit your profile came up. I
thought 'he's pretty hot and normal looking and not the usual trolls
from the area' so I said hey. That was before I realized who you were
when we were out of the car or remembered who you are when I saw the St.
Matthew's pennant. I mean the picture was only of your sexy furry body,"
he blushes and despite myself, I think his nervousness while explaining
this new layer is kind of cute.

I can only continue to stare at him as I wonder where this is going.

"Then when I put two and two together after you drove off, I reread your
profile and scrolled through your pics. I was turned on but decided it's
better to not shit where you eat so I didn't follow up or say anything."

I laugh to myself remembering thinking the same thing, but for different
reasons.

"So you already knew I was a kinky slut," I laugh, thinking about the
bold answers on the app's profile and the risky `thirst trap' type
photos I had posted.

"Well... I mean you're a hell of a lot raunchier than I thought," he
says with a blank face.

I feel my cheeks flush and suddenly, terrifyingly awkward, I try to slip
away from him but he holds me in place.

"Hey! Don't be embarrassed, I'm pretty sure you can tell I'm into
it... a lot," he smiles, grinding his hard cock against me for emphasis.

That is true, but something feels off. Like I was set up.

`Does it really matter?' I think to myself, trying to swallow down the
rising lump in my throat. Trying to convince my mind that it doesn't,
that I didn't care. But there is a growing, sinking feeling in my gut
that I had been played a fool of sorts. The rationale isn't there but the
instincts, the fight or flight reaction, are.

I feel like I'm going to be sick.

I muster a smile back and give him a quick peck.

"We need more beer," I say pushing away from him to swim to the ledge
and push myself out.

I make my way into the pool house, grab our beers from the mini fridge,
and take a deep, heavy breath. I know he wasn't doing any of this to
hurt me, how would he know that the intense desire and feelings of first
love came flooding back to me in our raunchy game of cat and mouse? I was
silly to think he was anything more than a curious straight dude. Or,
well, bi? I mean he just came out as something, right? Sure, we got on
well, but he was looking for a hookup anyway. He wanted to rip the
bandaid off it seems.

Was the connection all in my head? Was I just his first-time experiment?
Someone he doesn't find too scary to test the waters with?

`Get it together.' I whisper to myself as my eyes start to burn.
`Don't let your emotions and feelings from high school get in your way.
You still have him naked in the pool!' I remind myself, trying to look
on the increasingly dimming bright side.

I press the cold beer bottles to my eyes when I feel a warm, strong hand
on my shoulder. I turn to him and he laughs at me, still with bottles
hiding my eyes. He takes them from me and my eyes follow them down to the
counter. He gently lifts my chin and stares down at me with a warm
caring, concerned look.

"What's wrong baby?" he asks sweetly.

`Baby.' `Baby?' What was he trying to do? Even just 'babe' would've
been easier to hear.

I push away from him.

"Look, I get that you have a lot you're going through, and trust me... I
have dreamed of you naked since high school, so I'm down to clown, just
don't act like this is something that it isn't."

His look of concerned confusion turns into a goofy smile as he starts
laughing.

"It's not funny! Stop laughing at me!" I spit back confused and hurt,
feeling like the fat freshman I thought I had left behind.

"No... wait!" he gasps between laughs, "Just..."

He grabs my hand and holds it tenderly. Melting away some of my tense,
embarrassed, and icy demeanor.

"Down to clown," he laughs.

I start to smile at the absurdity of everything that has transpired and
the words I used in my defensive rant. He can't catch his breath. He's
not laughing at me, he's laughing at those silly words. I begin to laugh
too.

He calms down and pulls me closer.

"I'm sorry," he laughs and wipes his eyes.

"I wasn't laughing at you. Down to clown just hit me. Tickled me if you
will..." he bounces his thick eyebrows suggestively over the twinkling
green-blue orbs I keep getting lost in, "I didn't, I wasn't... I've
wanted you since I saw you get out of your car yesterday. Was it first
because you were a hot anonymous stranger on an app? Yes. Did I still
want you when we were in person and I hadn't yet figured out it was your
hairy headless torso I messaged? Yes. Did the memory of you doodling my
initials in little hearts warm my heart? Also, yes. Was I turned on
walking into the yard this morning finding you practically naked and
thinking we might get off together? Hell yeah! But is everything I
admitted to you and the connection I've felt growing with you since you
woke up and smiled up at me true? Hell fucking yes! I'm sorry if you
think I'm using you, but I want you Antony. All of you."

His face looked so soft and sweet, his eyes pleading for me to hear him.
I can tell he's being sincere. His words are true. The scared and hurt
inner child disappears and I confidently step toward the man I've
desired for so long and kiss him, gently pressing our lips together.

Our kissing grows in intensity as our tongues battle their way into each
other's mouths. His big strong arms wrap around me and mine cling to him
tight. Both of our cocks are back to their fully engorged state, dripping
as they grind into each other. He slips from my lips and I feel his
tongue snaking down my neck, trailing down my chest and abs before...

"Holy shit!" I gasp.

His mouth awkwardly takes a rigid cock into it for the first time. It
feels incredible, still. Warm and soft, my hands play with his soft,
thick, brown hair. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to start
forcing my shaft into his throat. He looks up at me with desire in his
eyes, working my length further into his mouth as he gags.

It's too much, I need to taste him - it's only fair, I've been so good,
so patient. I pull him up before pushing him back on the sofa. I take his
pulsating, leaking head between my fingers and kiss the spongy tip. I
snake my tongue into his gooey slit and lick up the delicious precum
flowing from it. My lips wrap around the hard veiny shaft that is
sticking straight out from his beautiful body and I swallow more and
more, desperate to get him as far inside me as I can. I can barely savor
the salty masculine taste of his cock, so eager for him. I swallow,
breathe through my nose, and am rewarded when I feel his damp, musky
pubes tickling my face.

"Oh fuck, baby!" he whimpers in bliss and this time I don't question his
use of the sweet pet name.

His body is writhing in pleasure, his breathing turns into heavy moaning
as his hips buck up toward my face. His hands gently hold my head, and
our eyes meet, gaze locked into each other. I can feel his big heavy
balls tighten against my chin when he pulls my mouth off him and up
toward his lips. Our mouths are hungry for one another.

The pool house is filled with our musky, masculine sweat
and testosterone. There is a passion in our actions, it feels more
intense than any of our other more depraved kinky acts as we kiss.

I grip his wet cock, dripping in precum and saliva, and direct it toward
my hungry hole while my cock glides between our slick bodies, leaving
trails of precum smeared across the dark trail on his taught abs. I break
our kiss for a brief second and my eyes meet his again.

"Can I?" I ask him.

My fist grips his cock firmly and I pulse my hole against his head to
make sure there is absolutely no confusion in what I am asking him to do.

"Oh god, please Antony!"

Our lips find each other's again. His spongy head presses against my
tight clenched muscle ring. His precum is flowing from the engorged tip -
making it just slippery enough to force its way in. I can feel the
initial burn of being spread open but Sam's deep groan in my mouth
encourages me. Flexing and pushing out my hole in rhythm as I lower my
weight, it slowly swallows the massive rod below it.

"Oh fuck!" We both moan deeply as I bottom out on his groin.

His thick bush is smashed against my furry cheeks and full balls as my
inner rings stretch around his girth. I hold myself in place, adjusting
to the cock attached to the first man I ever wanted, now inside me,
opening me for the first time in a long while.

We both hold mostly still while we kiss, he patiently follows my lead.
Gradually, I feel that great full feeling and the pain fades away.

I slowly start grinding.

"Are you, unghhh, ok?" Sam whispers between moans.

"Perfect, Sammy," I moan into his mouth, "Are you?"

"Oh, fuck, so good, baby."

We build up a rhythm. It's intense and passionate. Both our bodies get
slick with sweat. His big hands grip my waist, my arms wrap around his
neck, holding our mouths together. I start to slide up and down his
length, feeling my dick smushed between us. His fingers crawl from my
waist across my cheeks and feel around my tight ring, gripping his
thickness that is gently pumping in and out of me with chivalrous
restraint.

"Wow!" he moans into my mouth, feeling where I end and he begins.

We both increase our movements, a perfect rhythm of in and out but only
briefly. His thick meat sliding against my prostate, not to mention the
day-long edging session of our earlier antics, has my balls churning. Not
wanting it to end I try to slow it down, even though I can feel a
handsfree climax getting close. As if reading each other's minds our kiss
breaks, both of us panting. Staring into each other's eyes with our
sweaty foreheads pressed against one another.

"I'm gonna...I'm so close..." Sam whispers breathlessly - looking into
me, as deep as he is inside me.

A look of pleasure, desire, and panic is in his eyes. I smile, work my
inner muscles to take him over the edge, keeping his gaze, and all panic
turns over to lust and bliss as he crushes his lips against mine. He
grips my waist hard as I feel him start to pulse and shake and unload
deep inside of me. His flexing shaft sends me over the edge. I can feel
spurt after spurt of hot cum exploding between our slippery, furry
torsos, every spurt causing my hole to clench around his erupting shaft,
causing him to shout into my mouth. His body is quivering and shaking, I
can feel his cock pulsing inside me. It seems like it's never going to
end.

His dick stops twitching inside me but I hold still as his breathing and
grunting eventually calms.

"Wow," he pants as a giant smile creeps onto his face.

"Yeah," I agree with a smile as big as his.

"That was..."

"Yeah, it was," I say with a soft kiss.

I gently pull him from inside of me, feeling his load trickle out of my
well fucked hole onto my sack. His cum covered shaft, still hard and
beating against my round muscle. I lay on his chest, savoring the silence
and post-coital calm with the man I've wanted forever.

"Do you think you could get up..."

Fuck, his guilt is sinking in. I tense and push off him abruptly, but he
grabs my arm and looks me in the eye.

"Relax babe, my leg was cramping."

I smile sheepishly. His hand slips down my bicep to my hand.

I stand and look down along my outstretched arm, connected to his own by
our firm grip on one another's hands.

God, he is beautiful I think, smiling again.

"God you're beautiful," he says to me, reading my thoughts, making me
blush.

Overwhelmed, spent but still wanting more I look him up and down. I
admire his glistening cock, covered in his thick spent seed, my own heavy
load smeared across his beautiful body, shimmering in the almost
disappeared sunlight through the pool house windows.

Tempted to clean him off I lick my lips but opt against it. Ass to mouth
might be too much for him after all that on his first time and not
everyone is as insatiable as I am immediately after climax.

I'm about to open my mouth when I feel him tug at me. In one swift
movement, his tongue is lapping at my gooey head as his tongue tastes my
leftover cum.

I can't help it, feeling my dick swell to full firmness in his mouth.

"I like the way you taste," Sam says looking up at me.

I try to pull at his arm to get him to stand, but he shrugs me off.

"There's something else I want to try," he says with a devious grin as
his hands move to my waist.

With an unexpected burst of force, he shoves my hips until his tongue is
slipping around my cum filled hole, eagerly lapping at his own seed.

`I think I'm in love' I hear my mind yell with joy as I feel Sam's
tongue crawl deeper inside my dripping cunt.

"My turn," I moan, pulling my ass away from his face, spinning around,
and swallowing his softening cock into my mouth. Slobbering on his shaft
till it's hard again in my mouth, his cum is delicious. Maybe because
I'm obsessed with him or maybe it's his diet, but it's salty and sweet
and I wanted another fresh load filling my mouth.

I pull off him reluctantly, not wanting to overdo it just yet, and smile
at him sheepishly. He leans forward and kisses me hard, both our loads
swapping between our sloppy mouths.  Slowly our kiss softens and becomes
less urgent.

"So what do we do now?" he asks with a goofy grin.

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