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Meeting
No. 15 August 30
`Hi, I'm Lance. I'm an alcoholic."
"Hi Lance," the group responded.
"I suppose I could always look for things that went wrong in
my life. Can't everyone? I couldn't feel more grateful today though. My best
friend called me on the way back from seeing his parents. His father, after
walking away when meeting his boyfriend, tried to endanger his boyfriend's
career. It was over nothing, yet the unthinkable consequence of his wildly assumed
accusations never entered into his decision, completely causing my friend deep
pain. I felt for him. And his boyfriend. It made me sad."
Jakob didn't know. He was looking at me intently when I
spoke about Trent.
"And then my boyfriend ... his family severed their
relationship with him when he came out to them. Kicked him out at 17. How can
anyone do that? Thank goodness he reconnected with one family member recently.
But he still has to suffer rejection on a daily basis.
"I'm feeling lucky. My parents are pretty great. I have the
best dad. I'm very fortunate. I hurt because my friends feel pain, but ... I
really count my blessings in this regard.
"I drank to bury things. I'm not sure if I had to suffer
what they are suffering ... I might still be drinking. I held my friend in my
arms as he cried. I knew I couldn't fix what was wrong. One thing that helped
me find my way ... to a better me ... was a caring father. Dad was great. I ... I
love him. Even more so now that I'm sober. I can appreciate him even more.
"Thank you."
The group clapped.
I returned to my seat. I put my arm around Jakob.
A couple others shared. I looked for Tyler, but he wasn't
there. Jakob was the last share.
"Hi, I'm Jakob."
"With a K," the group responded. "Hi, Jakob."
He smiled.
"I guess you know that, huh. I'm an alcoholic."
He looked me in the eyes.
"I imagine you know that the boyfriend Lance talks about is
me. It's not really a secret. My family did kick me out at 17. The road after
that pretty much was a downhill path. Wrong people, wrong choices ... lots of
drinking. When I wake up in the shelter every day, I think about waking up in
my bed at home. Where I grew up. I wondered what happened to my bed after I ...
left. Did they throw it out too?
"I should have asked my sister. I've reconnected with her.
Lance mentioned that. What an amazing blessing that was. We text some now, and
occasionally I'll give her a call. It's sad because I don't have a lot to tell
her. She knows what my life is. But it is still nice to hear her voice. Really
nice. It's even nicer to know she misses me. She says Mom does too, but Mom
hasn't called. Or texted. But I still find reconnecting with my sister a gift.
I have to thank Lance for that.
"I'm blessed in another way. Living in the conditions I did,
I ..."
Jakob stopped. He stared at the podium. His eyes watered. A
woman I didn't know on the front row offered him a tissue.
"I'm sure counselors would call it abuse. I ... didn't know
better. I just knew I had to do it to have a roof over my head. I associated ...
sex, sorry ... with being told what to do. When to do it. I owed it to
them because they gave me a place to stay. I liked a boy in high school. We
were great for a while. After that, I learned to associate ... sex ... with
drinking, drugs, loud music ... and people yelling at me. They often mocked me."
I needed the tissue. A tear ran down my cheek. How did
someone so important in my life have to endure that? Jakob truly was raped over
and over in my opinion.
"I kind of liked one of the men. He was nice to me. He never
made fun of me. Sometimes he would let me sleep in his bed with him instead of
the couch. Or the futon. But he moved out on his own. A new roommate came in to
take his place. Someone who could pay the rent. I had been forced to ... be with
him once before.
"I never thought I could equate romance to anything but that
— that hell. I drank to forget all that. Once I got out on my own, I was afraid
to even attempt romance. But I've learned that I never had romance. It was sex.
Not even good sex. There was no romance. It was just me being used time after
time.
"I was really scared to try to care for someone. How could
it possibly work out? I didn't know how to be anything but what they showed me.
I would only get hurt. I wouldn't know what to do.
"Until I met someone who is literally an angel from heaven.
He has to be. He cares for me. He doesn't judge me. He accepts me. I never
believed in romance before. But I'd never seen it. I have now."
Tears poured from me. Cooper got up and grabbed a beverage
napkin from the coffee table for me. I nodded to thank him.
"So, Lance may be feeling grateful. But I am too. For him.
"Thank you."
The group clapped. Heavily.
We hugged and held each other when he returned to his seat.
As we put away seats, I asked Cooper how things were going.
He said it was good. His kid seemed to be accepting things. I asked if he had
seen Tyler recently. He had not.
I didn't see the gym bag. I asked Jakob if he was planning
on coming over.
"I do. We'll see if I should stay the night."
"What do you mean?" I asked as we started to walk to the
car.
"I'm looking forward to being fucked by you."
"I'm
looking forward to being fucked by you," Jason said, as I entered his house. It
was our third night to fool around.
Trent
and Mike had been over the night before. It was a hot night, but slightly
awkward. I'd never done sex in front of anyone before. Obviously, the three of
us had a fun time in the school shower, but Jason made everything a show last
night.
"Hungry,
sweetie?" he asked.
"I'm
good. I had a little to eat at the school cafeteria."
"I'm
sure it will be nice not to have to do that every day. Soon, right?"
"It's
not that bad. I don't have to do anything. It's cheap."
"Once
you make your own money, you will realize all the good food you've been
missing."
Jason
came back with two beers.
"Take
your shirt off for me, sweetie," he said, setting down my beverage.
I
did. I grabbed my drink and took a big gulp. Foam remained on my upper lip. I
licked it off with my tongue.
Jason
maneuvered me into a reclining position. He sat between my legs and leaned back
into my chest. He had a nice dress shirt on. He unbuttoned the front and let it
hang open. He then took a drink. I let my hand touch his chest. He liked that.
I could tell with a soft "hmm" coming from him. After a few more sips, he took
my hand and placed it on top of his crotch. He was hard underneath his jeans.
He took my hand and forced it to rub up and down his crotch.
Once
we finished our beers, he suggested we move to the bedroom.
"Want
a glass of wine?" he offered.
"No.
I'm good."
"Well,
I'm going to get one. Go on in. Be naked when I get there, okay handsome?"
I
entered the bedroom and pulled off all my clothes. I didn't want to just stand
there, so I got on the bed. I didn't know what to do. I felt awkward. Should I
pull back the sheets? Try to recline in a sexy pose? For a moment, I felt 15.
My dick was so hard on the couch. I was losing the firmness of my erection. He
came back with a glass of red wine and put it on the nightstand.
"Oooo,
look at the gigantic cock. Ever since I saw it at the gym, I knew I would
somehow find a way to get it in me. Having that beast inside me is going to be
wonderful."
I
had yet to fuck anyone. I'd been fucked a few times, but any attempt for me to
penetrate a guy's ass didn't work. Jason seemed to know what he was doing. I
was excited. He motioned me up to pull back the covers. He pulled off his jeans
and briefs. His erection aimed upward. Just looking at it got me hard again.
Jason's cock wasn't big, but it was really attractive. I was amazed that it
almost bend back to his abs. He still had his shirt on, but it hung open. It
was an incredibly sexy look. His bush was manscaped to perfection. I was going
to finally fuck a guy tonight. It was just having fun. But I wanted to try it.
"Any
favorite positions?" he asked, grabbing a beach towel and pulling a bottle of
lube out.
"Uh.
I've never fucked anyone before."
"Seriously?
Well, aren't I the belle of the ball?"
He
rolled out the beach towel across the bed. I moved off and then positioned
myself atop it. He used a remote to dim the lights. It wasn't dark, just ... dim.
We
kissed for a minute or two, all the while he was groping and pulling my cock.
The strokes made me fully hard. Harder. I wasn't nervous. I was going to fuck a
guy. I had thought about it a lot since Trent fucked me in that school shower. He
had a condom for me, probably purchased for tonight since I am bigger than him.
He rolled it onto my iron shaft.
He
squeezed lube on his hand and proceeded to make the entire length of my
sheathed cock totally slippery. With more on his fingers, he rubbed his hole,
making it ready for me to enter.
Jason
positioned himself above me. His ass hovered right above my hips. I held my
erection up, keeping it still like a sword. I waited for him to impale himself
on it. He spread his cheeks with his hands. I maneuvered the tip of my dick
right at this hole. He lowered himself. The head of my
cock went in. I inhaled.
He
called out. I could tell it didn't feel good. He lifted off.
"My,
you are a big one," he said.
He
lowered again. It did not go any better.
"Let's
try a different position. I know I want that in me."
Jason
laid on his belly. He spread his legs. I moved in behind his rear. He pulled
his cheeks apart. I placed the head of my cock at his entrance. Gently, I moved
inside him. I may have been a couple inches when his body lurched.
"Ow."
"I'm
sorry. I don't want it to hurt. Should I try again?"
"Okay."
His
body wrenched in pain. His face turned and winced. It was not good.
"You
know what, sweetie. Why don't we just have some fun jacking off, okay?"
I
felt horrible.
Jakob wanted this. I was terrified. I'd never been able to
pleasure a man in such a way before. It had ended poorly with both tries.
Things were so good between us. I didn't want anything to fuck it up.
Literally. My heart was beating too fast.
"Evan's away for the weekend?" he asked.
"Yes. I guess things are going well with this new
girlfriend."
As I drove us to the apartment, I recalled my phone call
with Trent before the meeting. I asked how he was feeling today. Even though he
wasn't much better, he appreciated my call.
He felt open to changing the subject. I told him about my
birthday sex with Jakob.
"Congratulations, I guess," he said.
"Did it go okay?"
"It was hot! I mean, it was pretty
simple stuff, but it was really good. No fucking, but everything else was
really great. He swallowed my whole cock! It was amazing."
"Okay, TMI."
"Ha. I guess I can still be blunt.
But you and I could always tell each other anything."
"True." Trent paused. "Lance, are
you being careful?"
"Meaning safe sex or the alcohol
thing."
"I suppose I should mean both. But ...
you're doing so great. I think Sober Lance is awesome. You aren't doing
anything risky to screw that up, are you?"
Guh. There was that warning again.
Newcomers weren't supposed to get into relationships, but I thought Jakob and I
were helping each other. I guess it is when things didn't work out that the
danger really comes into play.
"We are being strong for each other.
I think." I was scared to ask this question, but I did anyway. "Trent, do you
like Jakob?"
He was caught off guard. "Gosh,
Lance. I just met him the other night. He seemed nice enough, I suppose. I know
you are really taken with him, so I guess I am happy for you in that regard."
"Hm."
"But ... whether I like him or not
doesn't matter as much as how much I like you. You're my best friend. I love
you. So ... I just don't want anything bad to happen to you. You two are very
different, so I probably feel a little protective. But if you two feel you are
good for each other, then I can be supportive." He paused. "And I'm NOT saying
anything will happen, but if something does happen, promise me you will
call me. You will call me if you are ever tempted to take a drink, right?"
"Sure."
"PROMISE me."
"I promise, Trent. But I hate the
old me. I can't see me ever being tempted again. Thinking about Drunk Lance
makes me shudder. Thanks for caring though. I love you too. You know that,
right?"
"Of course. I'm here for you
always."
As we hung up, I thought about the
evening after our 5 o'clock meeting today. We were planning to fuck tonight. I
had to admit I was nervous. What if it all did fall apart tonight? I knew I
wouldn't want a drink, but would Jakob? He has said he wouldn't be tempted.
Will we ever know until we're in that position?
We weren't in the apartment more than two minutes before
Jakob grabbed my wrist. Gently, he pulled me into the bedroom. I wasn't used to
him being so "in charge." I pushed the bedroom door almost shut and drew the
curtains some to reduce the light.
Standing next to the bed, we kissed. As our lips caressed
one another, his hands gripped my shirt and moved it upward on my body. I
lifted my arms. We broke our kiss long enough for him to remove my shirt. We
kissed more. He unbuttoned my fly. I gripped the bottom of his T-shirt and
began pulling it off. Both of us shirtless, we rolled onto the bed. I put my
body on top of his and we kissed for several minutes. I loved the feel of my
lips on his. It meant more to me than any kisses with women. It was stronger
than the "friend" kisses Trent and I share.
I lied next to him.
"Your words really touched me today," I told him.
"I meant them. I only thought I knew passion, love,
romance ... all that stuff. I never did. It was strictly physical. Yes, there was
pleasure — it was sex after all — but it was nothing like what we have."
We had hardly done anything so far, but I was glad he
was pleased with our intimacy. Fuck. I was going to ruin it all tonight. I
didn't want to hurt him.
Jakob's hand reached into my briefs. He pulled down my pants
and groped my cock. It felt good. I managed to take off all my clothes without
him ever losing his grip on my anatomy.
I was scared. I knew I was going to destroy all the
closeness we had enjoyed. My dick was going to ruin this. I didn't want to hurt
Jakob. It had to hurt. Steve and Jason couldn't take it. Fuck! I was going to
fuck this up. I didn't want to hurt him.
"Should I get a towel?" he whispered.
I reached over to grab the lube and get a towel from the
drawer. I was so nervous. Like with Jason, I felt 15, but in a different way.
Jakob shimmied out of his clothes. We were naked. As he reached over my body to
take the bottle of lube, I took his dick in my hand. He was a lead pipe. He
squirted lube on his hand and coated my manhood with the tropical-scented
liquid.
"Mm. Nice," I said, inhaling the scent.
I looked him in the eyes. I was going to hurt him. I hated
that. My stupid, fucking huge dick was going to fuck this up. I couldn't do
this to him, could I? Should I stop? I realized I was suddenly trembling. I was
scared.
"Angel?" he asked.
"I'm ... I'm nervous."
"You've had sex so many times. Why now?"
"What if I mess it up for us?"
"It will be okay. Whatever happens, it will be okay."
I tried to stop shaking, but I didn't do a good job. My
heart was pounding.
He put some lube on his fingers and coated his hole. Jakob
laid on the towel with his buttocks facing me. I was terrified I would mess it
up. I reached for the bottle. I put lubricant on my fingers and slid one inside
him. He cooed. I worked my finger around. I let a second finger slide in. He
moaned.
"Please let me know if it's not comfortable," I softly said.
"I want you to feel good."
I tried three fingers and managed to get them in. Jakob
softly hummed as I massaged his hole. Nervously, I positioned my stiff organ
right at the entrance to Jakob's passage. Ever so slowly, I pushed the head in.
Jakob didn't move. I slid a couple more inches of my cock inside him. He
momentarily tensed, and I could tell it hurt. Damn. This wasn't going to work. Then
his body relaxed.
"More," he whispered.
I put my elbows aside his chest. I leaned down and kissed
the back of his neck. I moved in another inch. I kissed his ear. I moved in
another inch. I nibbled his ear. I moved in another inch.
"You okay?"
He nodded.
I pushed all the way in.
"Ohhhh, fuck yes," I breathed into his ear.
He moaned. He was okay. He was OKAY! I was over the moon.
I was inside him!
I withdrew my cock almost all the way out. Then I pushed
back in again. We both groaned. It felt good. We were in no rush. I developed a
smooth rhythm. My slippery eel worked in and out, and he moaned at each tender
thrust. This was so new. I just wanted to be good; I didn't want to mess it up.
I was fucking him! I was fucking a man!
"I love you inside me, Lance. Your cock fills me to the max."
"It feels so good inside you, baby. Thank you for letting me
fuck you."
"Fuck me harder."
I worked up a more forceful drive. Jakob continued to groan
in pleasure as my tool sawed his hole. It delivered new sensations that I
hadn't experienced before. I couldn't believe I was inside him and that it felt
so good — for both of us.
I was fucking him!
"Oh, angel. Yes! Keep fucking me. Keep pounding my ass."
My arms moved underneath his chest. I squeezed our upper
bodies tight as my groin thrust harder and harder into his internal depths.
"Jakob. Oh, Jakob. This feels so good. My cock feels
incredible inside you."
We continued to fuck and groan loudly. Our bodies were
screaming each other's names and obscene words. In my lust, I feared I was
about to come. I didn't want the pleasure to end just yet. I pulled out.
"Jakob. I don't want to come yet. I need to suck you. I want
your cock in my mouth."
I laid on my back. Jakob worked his body up mine, straddling
my shoulders. His dick was poised at my mouth. He moved his hips forward and
entered my face. My lips surrounded his shaft, and I hummed my approval as he
pushed his erection into my mouth. Jakob's length was not like mine. He was
easy to enjoy and taste and consume. His cock was wonderful in my mouth.
"Suck me. Oh yeah, Lance. Suck my cock!"
His stiff organ moved in and out. I enjoyed taking it,
sucking it, devouring it.
"Oh baby. That feels so good, angel. Your mouth feels
tremendous around my meat."
He groaned loudly. My moans around his flesh also increased.
Everything I was feeling was so electric. I slid a finger in his ass and
massaged his hole as he fucked my throat. After a few minutes, Jakob was close
to coming. He removed his cock from my mouth.
"I need you inside me again."
Jakob lowered onto my stiffened javelin. I reached over for
the lube.
"Slick me up," I said.
Jakob pulled off and squirted lubricant down all near-nine
inches of my engorged flesh. He tossed the bottle to the side and easily let my
erection penetrate his ass. I whined in pleasure as I felt every millimeter of my
cock move up inside him once again.
Moving up and down my pole, he rode me like riding a horse.
In his own private carousel ride we enjoyed each other's bodies for several
minutes. We moaned. We screamed. He screamed my name; I screamed his. We felt
euphoria as sexual pleasure reverberated through our bodies.
We were fucking! I was fucking. I was fucking him! Totally
fucking.
Jakob's dick bounced in front of me as he rode my hard-on. I
reached for it and started yanking it in hard strokes.
"Oh yeah! Oh, baby," he moaned to me.
"I'm close, Jakob. My cock is throbbing."
"Fuck yeah! Come inside me, angel. Shoot it deep in me."
"Ooooooohhh! Ohhhhhhh. Yeah!" I yelled to the world.
I shoved my dick as deep into Jakob as I could. He bounced
on my hips as if riding a bucking bronco. My cock exploded. I felt it pulse. I
knew streams of my thick cum were firing within him. I screamed louder than I
ever had in any orgasm.
I came inside a man. I fucking came in him!
Jakob stroked his dick fiercely.
"Keep fucking me, Lance."
I continued to shove my dick inside him, trying to keep it
stiff and erect. My face was still flush from my orgasm. My hips thrust into
his butt. He made me so happy. I had to stay hard for him. It still felt good.
I groaned.
Jakob growled like a bear.
He jerked his cock furiously above me. It made me feel
harder. I still couldn't believe I was inside him. I was still fucking him.
Fuck yes. His growl turned into a howl of intense pleasure. It elevated like a
siren. Jakob thrust his head back and arched his back.
"Lance! Angel! I'm going to come."
I felt his ass muscles grip my shaft. It made me want to
pulse more semen out of the spent organ. I moaned.
Jakob's erection was a fountain. He didn't send streams of
cum; he sprayed warm liquid all over my chest. One splash hit my chin.
"Fuck yeah," I screamed.
Each splattered drop was like fuel for my frenzied pleasure.
It was all over me. He kept coming, coating me in warm, pearly lust. He lunged
forward with one last jerk to get the final drip to escape.
We both moaned as he finished his climax.
Finally, we both gasped for air. We panted and tried to take
in oxygen. Jakob stayed on top of me. My cock was still inside him.
"That ... was ... intense," I calmly said.
"You enjoyed that?" he asked.
"It was fair," I mocked.
We both laughed.
He looked at me. I looked at him. Our smiles matched. Our
eyes moved toward my soaked chest. I had no desire to wipe it off me. Gently,
he lifted his ass so my penis could slowly pull out of his tunnel. He looked
down at me. Staring at his face, I thought only one thing.
I loved him.
"Jakob, I ... thought that was incredible. I'm going to grab
us some water."
I got up. Jakob's cum slightly dripped down my chest as I
opened the bedroom door. I moved into the living room.
"I'm home," Evan said, sitting on the couch.
"SHIT!!" I yelled, jumping a foot. "I didn't know you were
here."
"So I gathered." He smiled and winked.
I stood there with my shiny, red cock dangling between my
legs. Jakob's cum glistened on my chest. Embarrassment overwhelmed more with
each nanosecond.
"Umm. I'm ... just going to grab some water," I said, feeling
like being trapped in a huge scandal.
"That's fine. I'll just be in my room. I wanted you to know
I was here."
My posture slumped and I rolled my eyes. Even if Evan had
been in his room while Jakob and I made love, he would have easily heard that screamfest. I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge.
I headed back into the bedroom. I handed one to Jakob.
"Evan's here."
"I heard."
We chuckled to ourselves and rested our heads together as we
took swigs of chilled water. Jakob got a washcloth from the bathroom to wipe my
chest. He took a moment to touch up his ass. We finished wiping ourselves with
the towel.
"Hey, baby. How do you feel?" I asked.
"My brain or my ass?" he inquired.
"A little of both I guess."
"Well, I knew my butt wouldn't have a problem. I've had some
big things shoved in there. But, my heart, my head, my emotions ... they're
amazing, babe. I've never made love so passionately."
We moved back into the bed close to each other. I reached
over to my phone and held it up to take a selfie.
"What are you doing!?" he asked.
"Taking a picture of us."
"Naked??"
"It's not like our dicks are in it."
I wrapped my arm around him and held him close. I held the
phone up and we both smiled. You could tell we were shirtless, but that was
all. I looked at the photo.
"Your chest is so sexy," I told him.
"If you say so. Why the picture?"
"I just had the wildest sex of my life. It was worthy of a photo.
It's just for us."
I leaned over to put the phone back. I moved my body next to
his. I grabbed his hand, interlocked fingers and placed them on my hip.
"You make me feel very special," he said, looking at me.
"Ditto."
We enjoyed long, wet kisses for a minute. Then we laid still
for a few moments enjoying the quietness felt in each other's arms.
"I'd like to stay tonight. I'll wear my shorts again in the
morning. Can I borrow a pair of underwear and socks?"
"Absolutely. In fact, I'll add a few pair to your drawer."
"Should we go face the music with Evan?" he sheepishly asked
with a grin.
I groaned. "I guess we have to eventually."
I knocked on Evan's door.
"Evan? We're thinking of ordering some dinner. Want
anything? We're dressed, by the way."
Evan opened the door. "Well, thank heavens for that," he
said with a smile.
"We're ordering Chinese. Want some?"
"Actually, I would. Thank you. I was indecisive on what to
do for dinner."
After calling in our order, we sat in the living room.
"I didn't expect you home until much later. How was your
weekend with ...?" I attempted to ask.
"Kristy. Good. Really good. It was the ... first time we ...
well, shared a bed. Making love to her for the first time was pretty special."
"Nice," Jakob said.
"Well, until I walked in here!!"
I put a pillow in front of my face.
"It was clearly nothing like what you two had," Evan
stated.
Jakob was beet red. I couldn't even look at Evan. He tossed
a throw pillow at my head.
"Seriously, guys. How wild is your sex life?"
I took the pillow down.
"Well, that was the most intense. We didn't think you were
here and ..."
"Obviously."
"... we really let ourselves enjoy it. We've taken things
fairly slow, but tonight was ... hoo boy."
"I could have sold tickets to people just to sit in the
living room," he said.
I put the pillow back in front of my face.
"In all honesty, I could hear you guys as I was turning the
doorknob to come into the apartment. I'm sure the units next door were enjoying
— or were appalled — at the performance. You might keep that in mind for the
future."
Jakob and I looked at each other. We didn't even think of
people around us. Could they really have heard? How loud were we?
"I'm inviting Kristy over again Wednesday night. I assume
that's okay?" Evan asked.
"Sure. I'll try to keep this place looking neater a bit
longer."
"I'll touch up a bit before bed," Jakob offered.
Once our food was delivered, the evening was shared
recapping the weekend. Evan told us a little more about Kristy. He had left a
few hours early so that she could check on a sick friend. Jakob told Evan a
little about his sister Teresa.
We avoided any type of dessert to save ourselves the
calories. We were trying to get used to flavored teas in the evenings. Over
ice, they were refreshing "enough" to keep our willpower strong. As I shut the
refrigerator door, I noticed my one-month chip. I would be two months sober next
weekend.
Before going to bed, Jakob wrote down his schedule for the
week. It was sad that our time together was limited. His job typically asked
him to work the weekends. Wednesday night and one of the weekend nights was the
bulk of our time spent together. I wanted to be with him every day. I hadn't
felt this way since my lust for Trent in the spring made me think about him all
the time. Like Trent, part of my feelings was sexual, but Jakob had an
innocence, a tenderness, a sincerity that made him so attractive to me. He
often put himself down for not being handsome, but even if he wasn't model
caliber, he was adorable to me. I looked at him from across the room and simply
wanted to take him in my arms. I had certainly fallen in love with him. That
sounded like a good thing. But if something happened along the way, is love
dangerous for two alcoholics? We had pretty much committed to a full
relationship tonight.
As we turned out the lights, we kissed and told each other
"Good night." We worked our way into each other's embrace.
"It was quite an evening," I said.
"Indeed, it was," Jakob said, gently holding my cock.
"Are you still feeling okay with the sex thing?"
"Totally," he said, gently stroking my cock.
"I'm so glad you were the first person I fucked. It will
always be special to me."
"It makes me happy you feel that way. I know you make me
feel special. It's sweet that I can do that in some small way," he said groping
my cock.
"I can never forget it."
"Neither can Evan," Jakob said working my hard cock.
I chuckled. "Dear lord."
"I never thought I would enjoy sex ever again. Then along
comes you," he sighed, jerking my now-eight-inch cock. "But I never had sex
with someone I cared about. Not since high school. And that was more
experimentation than anything romantic."
"Did you kiss your friend?"
"A lot. Most nights," he said, leaning his head closer to my
enflamed, burning cock. "At the beginning at least."
His mouth slipped over my flesh and swallowed my erection.
He glided up and down my shaft in slow motion. It was heavenly. It strained to
reach nine inches.
"Um. Are we doing this again?"
He lifted his face up to mine and kissed me.
"I'm giving you options."
"Ohhhh, Jakob, you tempter. I'm totally fine. We just came
less than three hours ago. But I can't say I wouldn't enjoy it. Again. But Evan
is home. We don't need the pressure."
We chuckled.
"But thank you," I said, giving him a peck on the lips.
I reached down and held his stiff dick in my hand.
"Nights are so much better when you're here."
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