Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2021 18:47:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: My New Friend Craig, Part 2

***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe
"inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and
I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details
have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send
feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com***

Gay--Beginnings

My New Friend Craig, Part 2


It wasn't full-blown *awkward* between Craig and I after our
get-together, but there was at least a degree of *awkwardness.*

We had been in regular communication since we met at my friend's party,
and his messages were always... playful, exuberant, expansive. Like him.
After our mind-blowing sexual encounter, I didn't hear from him for a
couple of days, and when I did the messages were... formal. Even polite.
He didn't give any indication that he was upset; on the contrary, he
thanked me for a great time, but the vibe seemed a bit... off.

Or maybe that was just me. I mean, I wasn't entirely sure what *I*
thought about what we'd done, and my own thoughts were scattered. I
mean, I'd always just assumed--based on much evidence, often
replicated--that I was a standard-issue straight guy who loved banging
women. I freely admit that I found Craig interesting in ways I didn't
expect... but I still can't believe how eagerly, how *decisively* I
jumped into bed with him. The first moment it came up. And it wasn't a
fluke; even the most casual thought about what we did got me harder than
a rock. And thinking about that guy's incredible ass... I mean, I could
*not* get that image of his incredible ass out of my mind.

But what the hell was I thinking? I mean this was crazy! I had a girl. He
had a fucking *wife*. With kids! No wonder he was skittish.

But on top of everything, I missed him. I missed the way that
silver-tongued, boisterous guy had come booming into my life and become a
real friend.

Ok, forget all this worrying and uncertainly... we were going to sit down
and clear the air. And I hoped that whatever else we could resume our
friendship. I mustered up my courage, and asked to meet face to face. I
promised it wasn't for sex, but just to talk. He agreed.

Of course, scheduling something just the two of us was easier said than
done. Mercifully I lived still alone, but I still had my girlfriend to
work around, and he had his own family obligations to contend with.
Things were not falling into place, until a couple of weeks later when
business brought him over to my side of town again. He had a critical
meeting, but promised to stop by as soon as it was done. I told my girl I
had a big project to ensure she'd leave me alone for the evening.
Finally, the day arrived and I nervously paced my apartment waiting for
him to show up.

I had thought through a hundred ways to greet him and break the ice... but
all my plans went out the window. Holy hell was he in a state when he
arrived. I had no idea what was up, but he stormed through my door,
seething.

"Hey Andy. Do you know what that sonofabitch Mike did?" I stared at
Craig in slack-jawed silence, with no idea who this "Mike" was or what
he might have done. Craig barreled on: "I'll fucking *tell* you what
Mike did! He decided to fucking play a game of `Let's fuck over
Craig,' is what he did. I've been fucking working on that goddamn offer
for months! What the fuck was he thinking?"

He launched into a seething tirade about some sort of offer, whose main
points I could barely understand, involving people I had never heard of.
Gesturing wildly, and jabbing a finger in the air or towards me to make
his points. And his language was *spectacularly* colorful... part of me
wanted to grab a pen and take notes for the next time I needed a really
epic insult. I had never seen him like this, and I had seen his best
buddies wipe the floor with him at the poker table. And all of this was
going on just in the entry of my apartment. Finally, the story came to a
truck crash of an ending, with me fully expecting him to swear a blood
oath of vengeance against this guy Mike who seemed to be the cause of
everything.

There was a moment of silence as he stood there, like the God of Wrath,
with his hands on his hips, trying to get his breath back to normal.  I
had been strangling myself not to burst out laughing, and finally gave up
the attempt. What started as a snicker finally burst into a guffaw as I
clasped his shoulders and blurted out, "Good to see you too, bud!"

He glared at me, but finally burst out laughing himself, and knocked my
hands away playfully. "Laugh it up! You're going on my shit list, too,
asshole!"

Well, so much for needing to break the ice.

"Peace, man. It *is* good to see you. Say, it sounds like you're going
to need a drink. A *good* drink. You in the mood for scotch?"

Craig immediately brightened. "I accept any and all attempts to get back
on my good side. Scotch is perfect!"

I turned to get my bottle, shouting over my shoulder, "The glasses are
in the cupboard over the sink. Pull a couple down while I get the bottle.
Given your day, I'm thinking we're drinking it neat."

It took me a couple of minutes to fish out the special bottle I was
looking for from a stash I had hidden in a closet.  When I walked back
into the room... well, Craig stopped me in my tracks.

The thing was, he wasn't even *doing* anything. This side of the kitchen
there was a counter that served as a bar, with a couple of bar stools.
Craig was just there, leaning against it. He wasn't being suggestive,
not provocative in his stance, but was simply standing there with his
weight on one leg, his other slightly bent. The stance was something like
Michelangelo's David. But mirroring the famous sculpture, Craig was the
absolute embodiment of masculinity. His frame radiated strength--a casual
strength ready to be unleashed. But what stopped my heart, and my breath,
was his ass. That magnificent ass I had been fantasizing about since he
was last here. It filled his work pants flawlessly... round, full,
muscular. Even though Craig was fully dressed, that ass was obscene.

I promised no sex. I had no design on sex. We were only going to talk.

Fuck that.

I walked behind him, placed the bottle on the bar, and then grabbed his
ass with raw desire. I rubbed it hard, but sensually. How could a guy
have an ass that amazing? It was powerfully muscular, yet yielding to my
probing fingers. Craig took in a sharp intake of breath, but in a second
his head rolled back and he let out his breath in a very satisfied growl.
I kept going. I dug my fingers into his muscles, as if I was giving him a
neck rub. Probing. Stimulating. Awakening. I dragged a finger up and down
his fabric-bound crack... playing. Suggesting. He continued a low groan,
and leaned back into me, wanting my touch.

As I teased his crack with my right hand, I moved my left around him, and
began rubbing his chest, expanding my points of contact. He reached over
and put his hand on top of mine, and our hands continued to pleasure his
chest.

I wanted more. I thought too long, and too hard about that ass... this was
no time for mere stimulation.

Somewhat to my surprise, and perhaps to his, I realized both my hands had
circled around him, and had made a beeline for his belt. I swear, this
was all instinct, without a conscious thought. It didn't matter; in a
few seconds I had released the buckle and unzipped his fly. The
light-fabric pants fell around his ankles and I wrenched down his
underwear, more aggressively than I had intended. But hunger had
overwhelmed me. God Damn I Needed This.

I knelt behind him, with his supercharged panting urging me on. I pulled
up his shirt tails, letting me see that fucking amazing ass I had so
desperately wanted, finally seeing up close and personal what I dreamed
about. Up close and in the light, it was even better than I remembered.
It wasn't smooth, but covered in a spray of fine hair that grew denser
and thicker nearer his hole. I kneaded his asscheeks in slow circles,
which pulled them apart and revealed his hairy trench, leading down to an
gorgeous rosebud of a hole that was winking at me with desire. Fuck. How
had I never realized how fucking sexy a man's hot hole was? I needed it.
Fucking NEEDED it. Somewhere above me, my god of a man actually whimpered
in anticipation.

Pulling his cheeks apart, I leaned in and brought my face to his hole.
His scent filled my nose, triggering a cascade of testosterone. It was so
fucking... hot. It was a deep earthy musk, powerful as Craig was. Slightly
sour.  Raw man. Unending maleness. The fucking smell of man sex.
"FUUUUUUUUCKK," I hissed.

In sexual overdrive, I rammed my face against his hole and fucking ate
his ass like it was my last fucking meal. Craig barely hung on. The
violence of my rimming drove him forward, and he had to brace himself. He
started bucking, grinding his hole to take in every part of my hungry
mouth. I sucked on that rosebud pucker like I was French kissing the love
of my life, driving my tongue in as far as I could go. I wildly shook my
head from side to side, and then drew long slashing laps the length of
his asscrack before diving in to make out with his hole again. I sucked
as much in, sucking hard, sucking deep... and went back to teasing him
with my tongue.

Based on the shouted string of vulgarities, I knew Craig was in The
Zone... very much right there with me. As much as he could, he drove his
hungry ass against my mouth, unwilling to miss a single sensation. His
thrusts we hard enough that he was nearly knocking me over.

Fuck, this was the most intense, masculine oral play I had ever done,
driving me even crazier than I was driving Craig. And I couldn't stop. I
kept driving my mouth into his ass again and again, until my jaw ached,
my kneeling legs screamed out, and my dick felt ready to explode.

I stood up, shaking life back into my legs. In deft movements I dropped
my own pants, and leaned in to slide my rock hard cock into his
spit-slick crack, giving him the first taste of my cock. My arms wrapped
around his torso, reached in under his shirt and began rubbing his hairy
pecs hard. At this Craig wrenched off his work shirt, and braced himself
with his hands against the bar. "Do it, Andy!  Do it! I want to feel
you! I want you!"

I followed his cue from our last encounter, spat into my hand and wrapped
it around my cock, hopefully giving me the lube I needed to make his
virgin hole mine. My dick was so hard it was painful. I lined myself up,
and started grinding my dick against his hole in slow circles... slow
circles... slow circles... and then pushed. And pushed hard. And pushed
hard again. Finally, his ring of fire gave way, and my cockhead was in.

"SHIT!" Craig bellowed. I knew enough to hold still.

"Relax... relax. Breathe. It gets better."

"It mostly surprised me. Just... give me a minute."

God... that minute was sooo fucking delicious. Craig's ass was So.
Fucking. Tight. It was unlike *anything* I had experienced. No pussy
could *ever* compete with that.

But it just kept getting better. Better than any sex I'd had. Once Craig
relaxed, I began the process of driving into him, and pulling back a bit,
and it was so fucking tight. And he clamped down and pushed out as I
moved inside him, making his chute feel more fucking *alive* than any
pussy I had fucked. It was multiple waves of stimulation, all new. Fuck!
And when I finally got all in, bottomed out in his ass it was like
something out of dream. It was so fucking *masculine,* all muscles and
aggression and primal sensations. Craig wanted it as much as I, and our
bodies fell into a mutual, sinuous rhythm as we collided again and again.
I was grabbing his hips and chest hard enough to leave marks, and he was
gripping the countertop hard enough to rip it off. And we were both loud
as hell, swearing oaths, howling like wolves, cursing like sailors.

It was all completely overwhelming, and I know for all the energy we were
releasing we could only last a few minutes. I hit the point of no return
first, with my thrusts growing wilder and wilder as I lost control. I
felt the familiar boil from my balls... boiling up like they never had
before. I shouted out a warning, and with one last thrust as deep as I
could go, I erupted what must have been a gallon of cum into my buddy's
ass.  The sound of me letting lose triggered Craig, who shot off his own
screaming volley of cum. Fuck it was hot. Better still, his ass clamped
*hard* on my cock as he did so, shooting off a whole new sensation that
about fried all my neurons. I swear I saw stars.

It was several minutes before the world came back into focus, and we were
both wobbly-legged enough that we more or less collapsed into a pile of
clothes and naked limbs on my carpeted floor. After a few minutes, Craig
mock-whined, "I thought you said no sex--we were just going to talk!"
We both laughed at that.

"We *did* talk.  You made several religious statements, and taught me
several vivid expressions. I learned a lot."

"Always the college boy!" he ribbed me.

"But we worked up an honest sweat, too... does that count as a good
day's work in your book?"

"Oh it was good. It was very good," Craig responded.

I got up, stepping out of my pants, which were still wrapped up around my
ankles. I rustled through the closet to find towels to wipe ourselves
off, and while Craig cleaned up, I poured our drinks. We threw them back
fast through gritted teeth and self-satisfied smiles, and I filled them
up again. Satiated for the moment, we moved over to my couch and dropped
ourselves down.

"Well," I ventured, "with that out of the way, it feels like we should
get down to business."

"*Now* we're getting down to business?" Craig asked with a
dramatically raised eyebrow.

I smirked. "Well, seriously... it wasn't my intent to ravage you. I
mean, I really just thought we should talk about what happened last
time."

"You should really buy a guy dinner before ravaging him," Craig
admonished.

"Seriously, and all kidding aside... I mean, are we ok? When we were
talking after our last go-around, I thought it felt... weird. And... well,
I mean, what are we doing? What the *hell* are we doing? I have a
girlfriend. You have a wife and kids for God's sake. Are we... gay?"

Craig's demeanor became more thoughtful. "Yeah, sorry to keep making
light. I think it's a defensive mechanism. I'm... first, I'm sorry if
things felt weird. Like you said, I wasn't sure what was going on. I
mean, I never *ever* considered myself gay. Hell, if you grew up like I
did, *no one* was gay. And if you suspected a guy *was* gay, you had to
shit all over him so no one thought *you* were gay. Homophobia was
stronger than the force of gravity. And then... for all that, the first
second it came up, I fucking went for it. I threw out years of thinking.
Years of prejudice. And totally led with my dick. I'm thinking I owe
several people from my past an apology for dumping on them. I just had no
idea. I think I've been feeling guilt, but a lot of it has been for just
been such a knucklehead and just not thinking."

I looked at him with open surprise.

He continued. "But the thing is, everything we did was... so incredibly
amazing. Like parts of me fell into place that I didn't know were out of
whack.  And for everyone dumping on gay guys because they aren't real
men... that was the most real, the most honest, the most incredible
feeling of what it meant to be a man. And it was... freeing. Like I was
finding out who I really was. And that there's a whole other side to me
that needs to be freed up. I don't care what society says. I don't care
what they teach us. Guys should be free to express this, to like
*experience* this. To find all this out, and blow past the rules of
`masculine' behavior to find their true selves."

I admit my surprise deepened. "Craig... you're a philosopher at heart.
You know that?"

"Naw, I'm just a horny guy who has discovered a whole new world of
sexual pleasure and most definitely wants to explore some more."

"Fair enough.  But what about the women in our lives?"

Craig lapsed into thought, and I didn't push until he was ready to talk.
"Here's the thing, Andy. Do you still like fucking your girl?"

I was again surprised, but thought about it. "Truth is, I do. I love
that female energy, the seduction and play. But, messing around with you
was... different. Like a completely different experience. Raw masculinity.
It was like being in a thunderstorm. If I tried anything like that with
her, she'd freak. But with you... it was like having an itch that she
couldn't scratch. but you *could* scratch it. And it's not like I'm
going after other guys. It's just you. You... you've sparked something in
me."

"Andy, I could say the same thing about you. It's like this is...
outside us. Outside our lives. I still love my wife. I love getting up in
her wet pussy. I love my kids. I wouldn't give them up for anything. But
with you.... With you...."

"I know."

There was a long thoughtful pause before Craig spoke up again. "Maybe
we're overthinking things. Just like you college guys, right?" I
smirked. "Maybe we should just let ourselves be. We're not the first
guys to have a little action on the side. Maybe *our* side action lets us
explore parts of us we'd never get to explore otherwise."

I took a deep breath, and said something I never thought I'd say. "The
stuff we did blew my mind. I didn't think sex could be that good.... Your
body. Your ass. Your hairy balls. That fucking incredible cock you
have..."

Craig leered at me. "This cock?" he said reaching down and giving it a
nice long stroke. My eyes couldn't leave it. Again, it was perfect. The
perfect size, the perfect head flaring like a mushroom. Nestled in a
tangle of hair and sitting on top of two perfectly-shaped balls that were
endlessly churning his man milk. A powerful weapon that his loudly
proclaimed his unparalleled masculinity. A weapon rapidly rising in fury,
itching to be used in battle.

I didn't even respond to Craig; there was no need. I leaned in, leaned
down, and made his masculinity mine. The battle was joined.

I first drove my face into his bush, and breathed him in. Fuck he smelled
good. His manly musk filled my nose, but there was more. Traces of cum
from when he shot his load were still there, and this plus the tang of
sex-sweat created a sharper scent that smelled even more strongly of sex
than before. God, I loved his man funk.

I moved to his cockhead, and without a word took him all in, sucking
hard. Craig groaned appreciatively and ran his fingers through my hair,
gently massaging me. He tasted fantastic--again, the traces of spent cum
added a saltiness. I sucked him clean, running my tongue roughly around
his cockhead, before tickling the tip, tasting a new rush of precum as it
bubbled out. Craig was vocal, growling out half-understood sounds in his
thick baritone voice.

I decided to concentrate first on his head, giving it a hard suck and
rapidly bobbing my head up and down all the while. I could feel the fast
friction getting to him, as he started squirming on his bare ass and his
cries got louder. Not wanting to go too far too fast, I popped my mouth
off, leading Craig to slouch back onto the couch with a sightly
disappointed sigh. To keep him on his toes, I went back down on him, this
time driving down as far as I could, slurring my tongue across his shaft
as I went. After holding for a second, I came back up, coming off his
dick entirely. A slurping pop rang out as he sprang free of my mouth.
 "SHHIIIIIIIIIIIT!" I repeated this deep suck two more times in rapid
succession and each time I got a similar response. He had pulled one of
his hands away from my head, and was roughly toying with one of his hairy
nipples as he continued a deep rumble of pleasure.

I pulled off his cock entirely, and taking his cue, began licking my way
up his chest to pay his nipple a visit of my own, while gently stroking
his hard cock all the time. As I suckled him, his hand shot up and he
began running it through his own hair, giving me a perfect view of his
hairy armpit. It was reflex on his part and not an invitation for me, but
I seized the moment to explore him as he had explored me.

His man musk was strong there, honest and masculine. It was so fucking...
HOT burying my face there, letting his essence fill me, and feeling the
rough tangle of hair against my tongue. He was gurgling in passion, his
whole body writhing in desire, and my hand ran against his hairy chest,
encouraging him. His head tipped back, and I could see his eyes roll back
as he savored the moment. From swirling my tongue, I moved to kissing his
hairy pit. Languidly. Sensually. I shifted around and was soon doing the
same across his pics, up toward his neck....

As I moved, I realized his mouth was right there in front of me, lips
slightly open from an endless moan of desire. His mouth. Right there. I
almost moved mine against his... but after a second thought better of it.
Was that too personal? Would he get weirded out? I held still. Finally,
he lifted his head back and stared straight into my soul. There was
hunger--a hunger I had awoken in him. We both knew what we wanted.

"Fuck me, Craig." It's all said. It's all that needed to be said.

In a flash we were in my bedroom, and Craig surprised me by nearly
throwing me on the bed, face down. He hauled me to the edge of the bed
and hosted my hips up so I was kneeling, with my bare ass waving in the
air. Exposed. Hungry. Ready for action.

Craig leaned in and began a violent oral assault on my butt. FUCK! I
hadn't forgotten for a second how good that felt, but the reality of
Craig's tongue was far, far better than any memory. FUCK! I shouted out
words of encouragement that slowly morphed into a long undulating cry of
raw pleasure, and of desperate need. FUCK! His mouth was everywhere. His
tongue drove inside my hole, which began spasming in anticipation. FUCK!
His tongue started wide circles around my pucker, moving into laps that
ran the length of my hairy trench. FUCK! He drove his face in deep,
desperate for more. FUCK! With one hand I reached around and desperately
tried to pull my ass open even more, giving him even more access to me.
FUCK!

I don't know how long he kept it up, but I know that somewhere along the
line my growls had given way to a repeated plea: "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!
FUCKME!"

And finally he did. Lubing himself up with spit, Craig leaned into me,
grinding his cock against me until it finally broke through. The pain was
sharp, and I know I yelped... but I knew it would only last a second,
replaced by pleasure of the purest, wildest, rawest, dirtiest kind. Craig
began slow, rocking thrusts as my hole stretched to accommodate his
massive dick. I could feel myself relax, giving in... surrendering, but at
the same time making his dick mine... part of me. I could feel each
delicious sensation as his cockhead brushed my magic spot, sending arcs
of electricity shooting through my body, setting my skin on fire. He
drove down, balls deep, and I could feel his bush ticking my tender hole.

God, I was so fucking *full.* Connected in such a primal way.

Fully in, he started making long sweeping circles with his hips, rolling
his dick around inside me, touching every part of me. The circles sparked
a different wave of energy, and I found myself rolling with him. God.
Damn. He felt good... so fucking good.

But he wanted more, and so did I. He shifted gears again, going to hard,
loud thrusts that slammed into me, his hairy balls slapping against me.
Each hammer blow built up the pleasure... the pressure of pleasure. The
power. The raw sexual power. It was so masculine, so raw. We both were
drenched in sweat, and our cries were starting to rattle the windows.
Again and again he pounded me. Again and again. There was no other
thought. Just the sexual overdrive.

At one point he pulled out far enough that he actually popped out of my
ass altogether. I gasped in shock, and expected him to pound it right
back in. But to my surprise, he decided to do something different. He
pushed my ass forward, then rolled me over roughly, so I was on my back.
Then he pushed my legs apart and moved on top of me, between my splayed
legs. His rock hard cock found my hole again, and he slid in deep. And
then went back to fucking the daylights out of me.

It was odd. With me on my knees, sex was raw piston-plunging power.
Volcanic. Raw. But with us face to face, it was... starkly intimate. Still
raw, still masculine, but sensual. I felt this sense of... love bubbling
up. Filling me. A raw desperate love.

"Kiss me, dammit!"

And he fucking kissed me. It was as passionate--as violent--as our
fucking. Hard, deep, desperate, and masculine. Like we were loving each
other, and sucking each other's soul out of our bodies at the same time.
My hands ran roughly though his sweaty hair, and his ran across my sweaty
body. It was... intense. Even better, he kept sliding into me, filling me
with this rock-hard dick, and the paired sensations of having Craig fuck
me and having him kiss me started to blur in my mind. It was just one
endless swirl of passion coming at me from all sides. All at once. I
couldn't think straight.

After a few minutes he returned to pummeling my hungry ass, driving in
hard and fast. Our lips broke apart as we both began panting like dogs in
heat. I could feel the passion building, getting hotter... like steam
pressure building inside me, ready to blow. I got closer and closer,
closer and closer... and finally exploded, with all my sexual energy going
off at once, just like a bomb. I have no idea how many volleys of cum I
shot, but my seed was *everywhere.* Craig exploded with me, screaming
"FUUUUUUUUUCK!" loud enough to wake the dead, and grabbing me hard
enough I thought I'd end up with bruises.

He kept fucking me slowly for several minutes, churning the cum inside me
and letting us both savor the feelings. He leaned in again, and we
kissed... with all the passion of before, if less of the desperate need.

Whatever trepidation I may have had before, whatever fears I may have had
about my self-identity, almost completely receded. They were all washed
away in gallons of shared cum.

I knew somehow, we would find a way to make this work.

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