Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2021 22:04:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: My New Friend Craig, Part 4  Gay--Adult Friends

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Gay--Adult Friends

My New Friend Craig, Part 4


I don't think I have to say it out loud, but God damn I loved sex with
Craig.

It wasn't just the fantastic sensations we got from fucking each other.
My masculine ego was stroked as much as my rock-hard dick, and I had a
noticeable spring in my step, an extra bout of confidence. The guys at
work noticed it. My girl noticed it, and strangely enough our sex life
improved, too. We had only gotten together a handful of times, but each
round was better than the last... and made me hungrier for more.

But that was the problem. The only thing that sucked in our arrangement
was the fact that it had been incredibly difficult for us to find
mutually-agreeable times to get together. I rolled my eyes at the irony
of it all. We had started fooling around because we weren't getting
enough relief at home and were sex-starved for action. Well, now we were
*still* sex-starved--desperately wanting more not just from our women,
but from each other, too.

Maybe we were just a pair of degenerate horndogs.

But whatever. His wife and twin girls rightfully took pride of place in
his life, leaving him with only bits and pieces of free time along the
edges. And while I loved each and every one of our encounters together,
there was always an implied sense of "hurry up and get it done" to our
sex that was not indicative just of our passion, but reflected the fact
that we were watching the clock.

That was about to change.

It had been a couple weeks after our last get-together, and the memory of
Craig giving me a tongue bath the last time he was here still brought my
dick to full attention. So when I saw his phone number pop up on mine, my
cock started stirring of its own accord, before he said a word.

"Hey man, how's it hanging?" Craig said.

"Not hanging at all at the moment, pretty much standing straight up! You
know what you do to me!" I growled in response.

"I take that as a sign you're free to talk. Good! Andy my man, I think
I have a proposal you're going to approve of. What are you doing the
weekend of the 18th?"

"Whatever the next five words are to come out of your mouth."

Craig burst out laughing. "The trusting type, huh?  Ok, listen up. I've
got a cabin for the weekend, all to myself.  Don't ask... it's a long
and uninteresting story. It's about 90 minutes away, on a lake and
pretty secluded. I was thinking about heading out Friday, coming back
Sunday morning. Care for a get-away?"

I was seriously rock-hard just thinking about the possibilities. "Holy
shit, are you serious? Oh man... yeah, I'm almost positive I'm free, but
should check in with Carrie to be sure. This is going to fucking *rock!*
What... what are you telling the Mrs.?"

"I'm calling it a "guy's weekend." I'm just being vague about how
many guys there will be. My wife *hates* camping, so it is of no interest
to her whatsoever, not tagging along, not any of the details.  Plus,
I'll promise to swap her out later so she can do a shopping weekend with
her sister or something. Not a problem."

"Oh man.  This is so fucking *awesome.*" I was fucking dancing around
the room like kid at a birthday party. After a meaningful pause, I added
"Just going to say it out loud... I am *really* to having some quality
time with you, bud."

"Me too, Andy. You have no idea. And... no jerking off beforehand. I want
you primed, fresh, and ready."

"Agreed."

Those next few days passed with agonizing slowness, and I think a blood
tox screening would have showed dangerously high levels of testosterone
in my system. Time with Craig. Uninterrupted time.

Fuck I was horny.

We agreed to leave separately from our homes, and would meet up for
dinner at a place along the way. I had stuffed my SUV with all the
expected trappings needed for a guy's weekend, knowing full well we
probably wouldn't need even one change of clothes. Despite a false start
on his end, we made it to dinner, at a pizza bar near where we got off
the highway.  We excitedly talked as we wolfed down our food, both of us
in high spirits and looking forward to the weekend ahead. I must have
been radiating sexuality--the waitress and I got into some shared,
over-the-top flirting, to Craig's unending amusement.

As we made our way over the last half hour or so, the woods got deeper...
and the weather got nastier. We were warned that rain was likely the
whole weekend, which didn't bother us in the least being our plans were
to pretty stay inside. We pulled up to the cabin just as the rain started
flying, and we scrambled mightily to haul everything we needed inside
before the sky truly opened up.

We had just managed to pull everything inside and shut the door when the
storm burst in earnest. A few flashes of lighting, and the downpour
began. As the cracks of thunder boomed around us, we stood there panting,
laughing, and looking at each other.

God almighty. Looking at Craig, slightly tousled from our frenzied
unpacking... my body reacted in so many ways. Unbelievably handsome
already, Craig really came alive when he was active. The masculine grace
as he just stood there, weight on one leg. The hint of arm pit hairs
poking out of his T-shirt as he lazily rubbed the back of his neck. His
tight frame, slightly heaving in time with his breaths. His breathing
through opened lips in the slight curve of a smile. A couple of beads of
sweat on his forehead and temples, wicking into his sideburns. His
gorgeous features occasionally thrown into sharp relief by the flashes of
lightning.

Fuck.

I never thought of Craig as being a "Greek Adonis" in his looks--there
was far too much American red blood in him, in both in mannerisms and his
look. Casual masculinity. Craig was too scruffy to be a god; he was
instead the perfect *guy.* The perfect embodiment of manliness.

And at the moment, my perfect guy was making my heart race, and my dick
as hard as a railroad spike.

Craig looked at me... just *looked* at me. Then smiled slightly, looked
down and shuffled one of his feet. He looked up again, and crossed the
distance to us, reaching out with his hands, which came to grip my
shoulders right at the base of my neck, massaging me. Then, one hand slid
upwards, his palm cradling my jaw and fingers reaching behind my ear. The
other slid down, resting between my pecs. Instinctively I wrapped my arms
around him. After a particularly loud rumble of thunder rang out, and we
laughed lightly. As the thunder finally subsided, Craig murmured, "You
are the fucking sexiest, most masculine guy I've ever met. You have *no
idea* what you do to me, just standing there."

"We can do more than stand," I replied. A sharp crack of lighting
roared outside, and we locked lips.

We were going to fuck the fuck out of each other.

Our kissing was always rough and violent, a testament to our animal
passions. But this was particularly intense. No wives or girlfriends to
consider. No downstairs neighbors. No ticking clocks. Just the masculine
need for sexual release, or to die trying. In truth, Craig and I were
going after each other so hard it was like we were sexual *rivals,*
fighting each other for the last chance to mate. Our hands were
everywhere, clutching hard, trying to brace for better leverage. Craig's
stubble sheered across my skin almost like a weapon, leaving me raw and
exposed. Our mouths pummeled each other, kissing, sucking, grinding. We
could barely breathe, with each breath coming in an explosive gasp.
Thunder blasted around us, a perfect counterpoint to our savagery.

We were finally free to be ourselves. Our *true* selves.

Craig and I had sometimes indulged in a bit of teasing foreplay, but not
tonight. Craig forcefully backed me against the wall, pinning me there
with the driving force of his kiss.  He quickly kneeled, and wrenched
down my shorts and underwear to expose my raging cock. God, I was
throbbing in anticipation. He took me into his mouth, and drove down as
hard and fast as he could go.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I howled in animal fury--a cry nearly
obliterated by the thunder from outside. Craig was sucking me *hard*,
taking no prisoners as he throat-fucked me again and again. My right hand
slammed against the wall for balance, while my left grabbed his head in
encouragement. "FUCKING TAKE MY COCK! SUCK ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Even in his berserker fury, Craig knew enough to vary his assault. He
pulled back, sucking desperately just around my cock head, sending his
tongue against the rim, the tip, and tip of my underside. God, he knew
*exactly* how to play me. He pulled back and went after my balls, taking
each one inside his steaming mouth, rolling it against his tongue while
he breathed in my bush scent through his nose. He kept shifting,
shifting, making my dick all but scream in joy. Sucking, suckling,
swallowing. I had never had a blow job like this.

Finally, Craig stood up again and leaned into me in another passionate
kiss. It was sloppy and raw--I could feel the saliva smeared on his face.
My musk clinging to his stubble. We moaned together as we made out,
feeling each other's rumbling roars in our chests.

I needed Craig's dick. Now.

I pushed back from the fall and dropped to my knees in front of him. I
similarly hauled down his shorts... and just the sight of his towering
monster sent a fresh wave of hormones flooding through me. I was no more
gentle with Craig than he was with me; there would be time enough for
romance later. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked him as if it was the
last chance to save my life. God he was big. My mouth was everywhere,
tasting the precum that was liberally flowing from him, rolling around
his mighty girth. I used my hands together with my mouth, extending the
depth of my thrusts and providing additional sensations. As I worked his
cock head, I was able to position my nose into his bush, and take in his
scent--raw and masculine. I worshiped his balls, rolling and mashing
them. The thunder made it hard to hear anything Craig said, but the
tremors ripping through his body and his deep ragged breathing tole me
all I needed to know about how he was enjoying himself. I saw him hoist
his shirt over his head, flashing his hairy pits as he did so. I stood up
and did the same; we were standing naked, dick-to-dick as we grabbed each
other and made out again.

Animal passion drove us on. Craig wrenched me back around, so I was
facing the wall. My ass started shivering in anticipation. Sure as shit,
seconds later he pulled open my ass and drove his face in.
"UNNNNNNNNGH!" was all I could scream, my mouth partially muffled
against my arm. God Almighty I loved it. Craig went crazy on my ass, his
mouth everywhere. It was as if he was continuing the violent make out
session with my hungry asshole. He drove his tongue in, Made huge swipes
the length of my trench. Sucked my hole.  Made hard circles with his
mouth. My ass hair was drenched with his spit. While bracing myself
against the wall with one hand, I reached around and pushed his face as
deep as it would go into my ass. I was alive, and my butt was the center
of my universe.

He pulled away for a second, and I heard him rummage through one of the
pockets in his discarded shorts. I knew what was coming and my whole body
surged with need. I needed Craig's cock. And I needed him to give it to
me hard. *Hard.*

No courtesy this time. Craig was too far gone. He splattered some lube
onto his cock, positioned his dickhead against my pucker, and rammed it
home. I could feel his flared head push all the way through me as he
drove deep inside me. I howled. The sting. The heat. The expansion. And
the scratch of his bush. In the final moments before he hit bottom, a
flash of lighting lit up the entire room followed by thunder so loud it
shook the walls. The storm sensed our need, and roared with us to share
in the primal glory of it all.

My howl modulated into a thundering roar of my own as Craig fucked the
living shit out of me.

Craig hooked his arms under my chest, holding us tighter than tight and
giving himself the leverage to pound my ass like a team of men laying
railroad ties. Now, his pounding always awoke incredible sensations in
me... but I swear, it was like the lighting outside awoke lighting inside
me, and my body exploded in fire in response. As Craig fucked me, I felt
like I was already cumming. The hairs on my arms were standing on end,
and my mind was roaring like a jetliner. The wild sexual energy ripping
through me, ripping apart every other thought, but against the whirlwind
I could still savor some details. The feel his scruff on my neck. The
clutching muscles as he braced against me. His grunts of passion. His
sweat against mine. Again and again he pounded into me, desperate for
leverage. Desperate for release. Again and again. Each thrust sparking
new lightning to rip through me. I was almost terrified by the intensity
of it, but exhilarated to a level I had never thought possible. It was so
intense it was like finding... clarity. Clarity in raw sexual pleasure.

And then the intensity sparked further... my balls boiled over and I could
feel my release building. It was like I was going to be ripped apart.
Pressure building with each thrust of his cock inside me.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGH!" I screamed as five massive volleys of cum exploded
out of my cock. I jerked wildly... totally off my bearings, and feeling
like I was falling off a cliff. Behind me I could feel Craig's entire
body tense and convulse, as with an ear-splitting scream of his own he
erupted deep inside me, filling my guts with spunk. Thunder crashed
around us, roaring the storm's approval.

If Craig hadn't been so strong, I think the aftershocks of our release
would have sent us tumbling backwards to land sprawling on the floor. As
it was, we staggered back some, his cock still spasming inside my ass,
and he stabilized me until I got my footing back. We stood there, heaving
together, and I reached up a hand to brace myself against the wall.
Craig's hands rolled all over me, smearing my sweat. He couldn't help
himself, and ran his hands down to my crotch, massaging my balls and
lightly stoking my dick as it deflated. His dick finally slid out of me
with a wet sloop. Still tingling all over, I turned around and met his
mouth with mine, in a kiss of deep gratitude. We kissed hard, neither of
us wanting the let the moment go, as we slowly crashed down onto the
floor, hairy limbs intertwined.

Finally, Craig pulled back to look at me, and said the most romantic
words a guy can say: "You are one hot motherfucker, you know?"

"Always the romantic!" I said as I gave him a shove, so that he rolled
flat on his back, laughing. "God, I love your cock." Craig looked at my
impishly, locked his mouth on mine and rolled us over, ending up so that
he was squatting over my chest. He threw his head back and gave a
theatrical, wolf-like howl, amplified by another crack of thunder.

"God almighty," I laughed. "I'm fucking the God of Thunder!"

Craig leaned down and gave me a massive, wet kiss. "And don't you
forget it!" We kissed some more, as our heart rates finally slowed back
to normal. "C'mon... let's put our stuff away so we can kick back and
relax."

I grabbed a pair of washcloths from the bathroom and we cleaned ourselves
up a bit. Good enough. We then checked out the rest of the cabin. Craig
mentioned that he had called in a favor to stay here. It was a pretty
sweet set-up; there was a master bedroom and a loft, along with a great
room connected to an open kitchen. There was a massive fireplace, a
gorgeously cabin-like fireplace that radiated rugged charm. There was a
back door, which I gathered opened on a path that wound its way to the
lake, somewhere out in the storm. Well satisfied, we put everything away.
It only took a few minutes to stow the food, and we dropped the rest of
our gear in the bedroom. Craig offered to make a fire, and I did my part
by pulling out a special bottle of scotch I had saved just for such an
occasion and pouring each of us a man-sized draught.  Now fully settled,
we sat our naked butts down on the rug in front of the fire, our backs to
the sofa behind us. We each threw back a hard swallow, and took
everything in.

We were quiet for some time; we didn't need words. The worst of the
storm had passed, but the low rumble of thunder continued on around us.
After a while, the heat of the fire, the smokey scent of the wood, and
the smoothness of the scotch began getting to me. I could feel the
beginning of an all-encompassing emotion that I couldn't quite put a
finger on, and couldn't quite name. I leaned into Craig, and let the
moment seep into me. Craig returned the gesture, and reached down to
lazily run his hands across my hairy thigh. God this was good.

I don't know how quite it started again. We were close, reveling in the
feel of each other. I ran my chin across his shoulders, finally reaching
his neck. Once there, I slowly kissed him, and then let my tongue roll
over his skin. He moaned softly, and leaned into me. I loved breathing in
his scent there right below the ear... just the normal male, Craig scent.
He took a huge gulp of his drink, set it down and turned to me. We
kissed. Hard. Intense. The hard sex we had had earlier took *a bit* of
the sexual urgency away, but in the end we were a pair of hungry leopards
ready to feast on our fresh kill. We had tasted blood, and there was no
stopping us.

I pulled away from his lips and turned to his hairy chest, working him
over, relishing the slight taste of salt from his still-drying sweat. I
worked his hairy nipples, teasing him slightly with my teeth, and driving
him crazy with the alternating smoothness of my lips and the bristle of
my stubble. I lifted his arm and nuzzled his hairy pit, tasting him in
his glory. His scent filling my nose.

Craig was not going to be left out of the fun. He rolled me down and
started in on me... going after my own pits, each in turn, and then
driving down my chest and torso with his tongue, working his mouth toward
my navel. He teased me, tongued me, tasted me, while I swore expletives
in encouragement. Hunger drove him on, and he went after my hairy
crotch... again breathing me in, but running his mouth everywhere. He took
in my balls, giving them all the attention they deserved. I had gotten
louder in my cries, words giving way to guttural sounds. Like I was
channeling the storm. He surprised me by sticking out his tongue and
giving me an obscene lick from the base of my balls to the tip of my
cock, and then raised his face and started making out with me again.

Hunger drove our kiss, but hunger also drove us apart. I needed Craig's
body the way he had needed mine. And most of all, I needed his dick.

I returned the favor and licked my way down him. His hairy balls, rapidly
refilling with spunk, had an amazing scent that got my pulse racing. I
had less control than he did... I decided to go down on him as hard as I
could. It was so fucking *hot.* The knowledge he had been inside me not
so long ago added to my fire. I worked his cock as hard as I could, as
fast as I could, knowing that having shot already he probably had the
stamina to take it. I mouth-fucked him, driving down as hard and as fast
as I could, and using my tongue to heighten the sensation. Again and
again I drove down on him, and soon my spit was running down his shaft
and around his hairy balls. All the while, Craig gave animal cries of
pleasure, not needing to cheer me on. I sucked that fucking cock like my
life depended on it. The distant thunder encouraged me.

But Craig needed my cock as much as I needed his. He grabbed me, shifted
his weight around and positioned himself so he was kneeling on top of me,
so that he could drive down on me at the same time. Part of me loved when
we were working on each other separately, either so I could concentrate
on experiencing his fantastic oral skills, or I could savor his man meat
without distraction. But there was something so fucking hot about sharing
each other, too.... Not just the incredible sensations, but a connection.

But it wasn't only Craig's dick that got me going... I needed his ass. I
shifted positions slightly, so I could suckle his balls, hanging so
tantalizingly in front of my face. Then I sent my tongue up his taint
towards his hairy pucker. GOD I loved getting my face inside his trench.
His masculine scent flared my nostrils, and I dove mouth-first to make
out with his hole. With him working my cock, I was a man
possessed--driving my tongue in as deep as I could, rolling it around
him, lapping up and down his crack. Driving hard, making vulgar sloppy
sounds as I went. We were both moaning *loud,* letting each other know
how much we loved what the other was doing. Testosterone boiled in my
veins, and I was rapidly losing whatever control I had left.

Craig hit his boiling point, too.

Craig roughly peeled himself off of me, turning around. He kissed me
hard, like he was throwing a punch. He snarled out, "Fucking BREED me!"

I shifted slightly so I was sitting on the floor--my back against the
couch, and my legs out in front of me. Craig straddled me, and lined up
his hungry hole with my dickhead. As he rocked his butt against me, I
could feel my flared head stretch his hole, and with a slight *pop!*... I
was in.

He hissed out sharply, his eyes a grimace that somehow managed to show a
touch of pain wrapped in *overwhelming* sexual pleasure. Craig rocked a
few times, swirling his hips around to get used to my furious cock, then
began a slow relentless drive down my cock. All the way he undulated like
a snake dancing for a snake charmer. His whole body was into it, his
chest heaving as his hips circled. He threw his head back and gurgled out
a barely understandable "OH GAWWWWWWWD!" as he sat down on me, only
stopping when his hairy hole was resting on my hairy balls.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" we said in unison as he hit rock bottom.

He started bucking up and down *hard,* driving my cock in as deep as it
would go. Pounding me, as hard as he had been pounding my ass earlier
against the wall. His eyes were nothing but white slits as his head
rolled wildly from side to side. He was moaning desperately.

My cock inside him was blazing away like a supernova. The wet pressure of
him. The way his ass gripped me, sucking my cock as hard as his mouth had
been doing before. Unlike any other sex I had had. Driving *me* to rise
to his level. My passion was burning me all over, every part of me
blazing to life.

I leaned into him and kissed him. Hard and messy. Needing to share my
fire with him, and feel the heat of his own blaze. It was rough and
physical, our lips grinding against each other, heedless of anything but
need. Fire. My arms wrapped around him, feeling his sweaty body slide,
shudder, and spasm as my dick sent lighting bolts through his body. Our
shared heat was overwhelming, and sweat poured down our bodies. Ran down
his face. Making our kiss taste like salt.

Craig stopped with his violent thrusts and went back to wild circles with
his hips, then rocking forward and back as our mouths ground against each
other. HOLY FUCK. His movements opened new feelings in my dick, the
torque and bending and shaping it as his ass rolled against my hairy
crotch. We ground together like ocean waves churning in a storm. There
was nothing else but our passion. For me, my dick led the way, but my
entire body was roiling along with it.

Hungry for him, hungry for *all* of him, I broke away from the kiss and
drove my mouth across any part of him I could reach. Stimulating him, I
hoped, but mostly feeding my hunger. At one point I was able to wrench
his arm over his head and dive into his pit, the hair matted with his
sweat. I feasted, as he threw back his head and howled like a wolf.

Finally he grabbed onto my head with both hands, his fingers behind my
ears. Driven into sexual fury, he slightly shifted his weight and then
resumed pounding, and I mean *pounding* himself up and down my cock, as
if the friction on my cock was the last thing keeping us alive. He
fucking *rode* me with an intensity I had never experienced, dropping his
head for a moment and then throwing it back with a mighty *scream*... and
without even touching himself his cock began exploding cum *everywhere*
splashing my sweaty chest, hitting both our faces... exploding. Wave after
wave of white-hot cum. He continued driving himself up and down my cock
as long as he spewed, and for a long time thereafter.

But there was no way in hell I was done with him yet.

As his thrusts slowly became more ragged and less forceful, I made my
move and crash-rolled him onto his back, my hard cock still balls-deep
inside him. I kissed him hard. And then I *fucked* him. However hard he
had been thrusting himself into me moments ago, I pounded him *harder.*
Fire took over me. I kissed him, then threw my head back. Somehow, I
heard myself growling out a loud, steady roar that I could barely
recognize. Craig, still reeling from his orgasm, barely knew wat to do.
Soon his wailing roar matched my own as he started bucking wildly on the
floor, his hands gripping the rug so hard I thought he would rip it
apart. I didn't care. There was only my dick and his ass. Finally I felt
my balls roaring up. The blazing fire inside me coming into focus. I
drove on, and on and on. And at last the boiling rage inside me released,
with sexual fury enough to shatter the sky. I screamed to the heavens as
my cum blasted deep inside him... flooding him. Marking him as mine, just
as he had done to me.

We lay there in each other's arms, kissing wildly and deeply... not
stopping, for nearly a half hour. Like the storm outside, we had
unleashed our full fury. Now well-satiated, we continued to passionately
make out and explore each other as the thunder gave way to a steady rain.
I could tell we were covered in cum, but given the violence of our
coupling I almost thought we'd be covered in battle scars.

There was *nothing* like sex with Craig.

As we laid there, spent and supremely happy, I could do nothing but
smile. "You know, man, this is *exactly* what I was hoping for. This
weekend is fucking *perfect!*"

Craig laughed. "Don't jinx it! We only just got here!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I fired back as I punched his arm. "I'm taking
*nothing* for granted." I found myself getting serious, and went on.
"I'm just going to say it. You... you bring sex to a whole new level.
It's more than just being creative in bed. It's more than just
discovering new positions. You... sex with you brings out whole new worlds
of what it means to be a man, and experience things as a man."

Craig rested his hand on my chest. "I could say the same about you, bud.
It's not just sex, it is *man* sex. Sharing something only guys could
experience. And experience with other guys. And it's always a surprise.
Like finding out something you didn't even know you were missing, is now
something that you can't live without. And man! I don't know if I could
live without your cock. I mean, I don't know what it is--the size, the
length, the shape? But whatever, it like *perfectly* connects with me.
Just feeling you slide in feels like I'm half-way to cumming. And it
only gets better the longer we go at it. I mean like that last round, I
had *just* shot my load and I swear I shot out another one. I think I was
dry cumming!"

My grin was a mile wide. "Your ass is the most amazing thing. And I
never thought I'd get into it... I mean, a guy's hairy, smelly ass was
always like the worst thing in the world. But with you.... God, it drives
me crazy. And the hair, your scent aren't just *good*, they aren't
things you put up with... they are what make it so hot! They make me
fucking *hard.* But here's the thing, as hot as it is plowing your ass...
in some ways, it's even better having you balls deep in mine. I know
just what you were saying just now. Your cock sets me on fire from the
inside out. There is nothing like it."

"You are So. Fucking. Right." Craig responded, lightly thumping my
chest with his fist for emphasis. "I could never choose which is better,
getting fucked or doing the fucking. I love it all with you. And holy
shit, I would have never thought of my armpits as being a hot spot.  You
turn me on in ways, in places, I never could dream about."

I got thoughtful... maybe needlessly so. "That's what's so incredible
being with you. It's like... Surround Sound Sex. 3D Sex. I don't know.
Like Multi-Dimensional Sex."

Craig chuckled and groaned at the same time. "Aw, man... are you making
up words *again*?" He stretched out his arm to retrieve our drinks, and
handed me mine. We both took a hard swallow.

"No!" I responded with mock outrage. "It's just that... sure, there
are a bunch of things you can do in bed with a woman. All good, some
variety. But they're all just kind of on a narrow band. With you... there
are just so many different ways we're able to sex ourselves up. Getting
fucked opens up a whole new universe of sex. And you fucking hit all my
senses... *all* of them! But best of all, you... you actually *love*
everything we do. Love *doing* everything we do. It doesn't take a week
of me whining and begging and agreeing to do the dishes for the rest of
the week. You're ready to go again the second you shoot!"

"Yes, sir! One horny bastard, at your service!" Craig responded. We
laughed, and continued downing our scotch. "And you know what? Having
someone who matches my sex drive, matches my excitement? Who doesn't
just match me blow for blow, but fucking pushes *me* to bring me A game?
It's fucking rare. It's a fucking *gift.*"

"Having someone push me like that is so freeing," I agreed. "So
exciting, but so *freeing.* I don't have to think, I can just be. And
just *do.*"

Craig nodded. We grew quiet, both in our own way reveling in our good
fortune. "Andy, I will say again. You are the hottest motherfucker I
know." His free hand ran across my chest, idly playing with my chest
hair.

"Fuck, man. *You're* hottest motherfucker in *the world.* I love
everything about you... never change!"

We started kissing, our bodies tangled together. Everything about that
moment was locked in my mind, the crackle of the fire, the splatter of
the rain against the windows, the heat from Craig's body, the taste of
scotch on his lips, the scruff of his hair... the scent of two sexual, and
sexually *satisfied* males. The way his semi-hard cock rolled around next
to mine.

I don't know what else was in store for us, but this was shaping up to
be the best fucking weekend of my life.



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