Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2021 01:46:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Explorations: Tommy and Jake- chapter 1     Adult Friends

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Tommy and Jake
Chapter One

Tommy's Mouth

The first time I fucked Tommy's mouth it awakened something in me. Who
doesn't love a wet blow job, eh? But at that point in my life, a blow job
was just the warm up, a way to get my fat cock wet enough to sink into a
nice, tight hole. Fucking was the main course.

That hadn't always been the case, though. It wasn't the case back in my
college days, when I was just starting to explore my sexuality. Living in
the dorms with a roommate cramped my style. So it was the ultimate thrill
that first time I looked down and watched the kneeling, frat-boy,
cocksucker worship my dick under the bleachers. He became a regular; but
after that I was always on the lookout for a fresh mouth. It would be my
senior year before I discovered the joys of fucking another guy. It was
months later that I dropped my straight/experimenting act and let a guy
ride my ass. Oh yeah! Fucking and getting fucked is what I was after.
Some sloppy head was just the appetizer.

College was a distant memory when I first met Tommy and his hubby in the
elevator. A job promotion had taken me to a new city. I found an
apartment in a great old building in the gay quarter of town.  I was
looking forward to checking out the bars and meeting some new friends.
They seemed like a nice couple. They were both fucking hot; but there was
something about the way Tommy looked at me. Looked at my crotch, to be
more precise. There was something about the way Tommy looked at my
crotch. His partner chatted amiably as we made our ascent; seemingly
unaware of Tommy's wandering eyes. I felt myself chub up from the
attention; and I'm sure I was blushing. We got off on the same floor.  As
we said our goodbyes, Tommy dug in his pocket for the key. My attention
was drawn to the sight of his round, plump butt in his khakis. I can't be
sure; but I think his husband saw me staring. As I continued down the
hall to my apartment, I promised myself I would behave. Being the new guy
in the building, I didn't want to cause trouble. I'd look for my fun a
little further from my doorstep.

That night in bed, Tommy crept into my thoughts again. I'm guessing he
was in his early 40's. He was a hunky, furry bear. It's odd because his
husband, a lean otter, was just as good looking. In fact, he was just my
type; but I can't even remember his name. I got the vibe that he was the
dominant one in the relationship. That would usually make me melt; and
yet it was Tommy I was thinking about while I jerked off that night. I
was making out with Tommy when, in my wanking fantasy, I looked up and
saw his partner watching us stealthily from around the corner. That's
when I blew my load all over my belly.

I didn't see them again for several weeks. I was busy settling in at the
new office and getting my apartment squared around. I was putting in long
hours. It was a Friday night. I'd worked late and stopped for a couple of
beers on the way home. When I got to the building, I ran into Tommy's
husband in the lobby.  I still didn't remember his name; but he
remembered mine and I didn't want to admit that, in my mind, he was just
Tommy's other half. We chatted on the elevator ride and when we got to
our floor, he invited me in for another beer. As he opened the door, he
called out a mock warning.

"Hey TJ, you'll have to put some clothes on. We have a guest."

A clothed Tommy was the last thing i wanted.

He was actually pretty modest. He was on the sofa with his legs stretched
out. He was wearing some baggy boxer shorts and an even baggier tee
shirt. He stood up to greet us. He looked even hotter than I remembered.

"Oh, hey. Good to see you again! I wasn't expecting company. I'll go grab
a robe."

"Not on my account, you won't. It's your place. You look comfortable."

There was an awkward fumble as I reached out to shake his hand and he
came in for a hug. Fuck, did he smell good. The neckline of his
threadbare tee shirt was stretched out and dark hair curled up toward his
neck. When the hug ended, he stepped back and glanced down at my crotch
like he had that first time in the elevator. I was already half-hard from
the hug and his smell. I looked over at the husband. He was watching
Tommy (TJ?) watching my crotch. Our eyes met and he just smiled.

"I promised our guest a beer. You want one, TJ?"

"That'd be great. Thanks, babe."

Tommy plopped back down on the sofa and patted the cushion next to him. I
sat where he had indicated, even though we were very close. I was unsure
if I was correctly reading all the signs.

"Sorry. Is it TJ or Tommy?"

"Everyone just calls me TJ. How did you know my first name?"

"I don't know. I thought that's what you said when we met. I just always
think of you as Tommy. Though to be honest, I don't remember your
husband's name from that first day."

"It's Jake. So how often do you think of me? You said you always think of
me as Tommy."

He had his hand on my arm and was gently rubbing it as he talked. I
looked toward the door to the kitchen. What was I getting into?

"Is this okay? Jake won't mind?"

"Jake's in the other room. He won't know, will he?"

"Okay. In that case, the answer to your question is "way too often". I
think about you way too often, Tommy."

He stopped rubbing my arm and placed his hand directly on my cock. Then
he leaned in and sniffed my neck before kissing it. I had no idea how
long before Jake would come back; but if he wasn't worried, I wasn't
either. I slid my hand under his shirt and felt the swell of his furry
belly. He moaned into the crook of my neck. Then he moved his hand from
my crotch, grabbed my hand from his belly and slid them both under the
waistband of his boxers. Tommy was a very big boy.

"I get hard every time I hear you say Tommy. No one has called me Tommy
since I was a kid. I'm glad we're going to be neighbors."

With that, we disentangled. He sat back and smiled as Jake came in with
the beer. We chatted as though nothing had happened. We talked about our
jobs and hobbies. They filled me in on the best bars and cafes in the
neighborhood. They warned me which tenants to avoid in the building.
Before long, we'd finished our beers and Jake got up and collected our
empty bottles.

"I'm going to shower and head to bed; but there's no need to rush off. TJ
always stays up half the night."

He took the bottles to the kitchen. I wasn't sure what to think. Tommy
just kept chatting. A few minutes later, Jake emerged from the kitchen
and started toward the hallway to the bedroom.

"It was good to meet you. Me and TJ are always on the lookout for new
friends. We'll all have to go out for dinner some night."

Tommy kept up our chat until we heard the shower come on. Then it was
like someone flicked a switch. He stood up and walked over to the middle
of the room; keeping his eyes locked on mine the whole way. He pulled his
tee shirt over his head revealing his fabulous furry body. He folded the
shirt, laid it on the hardwood floor to protect his knees and then slowly
knelt down. I couldn't get up fast enough. I unbuttoned my shirt as I
made my way over to him. He reached up and started to undo my belt.

"Uh, I haven't showered since early this morning. It's probably pretty
musky down there."

"Sounds fuckin' perfect!"

Before he swallowed me, he pressed his nose into my pubes and inhaled. I
saw his cock start to snake it's way out of the fly in his boxers as it
grew. He kissed the head of my cock; then looked up as he took me all the
way to the back of his throat. Jesus! Less than a minute in and my legs
were shaking. He pushed my pants and boxers down to my ankles and rubbed
his hands up and down my legs as he worked his magic mouth around my
shaft. He maintained eye contact as he varied the pace and depth of each
plunge. I was transported back to that first college blow job; looking
down and seeing my cock going in and out of a willing mouth.  Watching my
cocksucker look up into my eyes to gauge my reaction. Watching my
cocksucker worship me. The only difference is that the frat boy all those
years ago was just learning his craft. Tommy was a master.

He pulled back until just the tip of my cock was in his mouth and used
one hand to pull down on my nutsack. Applying steady pressure, he
increased the pace and depth as he worked me with his lips and tongue.
Then he relinquished his hold on my balls and reached around me to grab
my butt with both hands. He started to pull me toward his mouth. His
intent was clear. Tommy was up for some face fucking. I started with slow
but forceful strokes. Each time I hit bottom, he would gag a bit and
saliva would drool out of his mouth and down my balls. As I went harder
and deeper, his gagging got louder. I couldn't hear the shower anymore.
When I would try and let up, he would grip my butt cheeks tight. I moved
my hands to hold the back of his head and he moaned his approval. When he
gasped for air, I would ease up; but each time I did, he increased the
pressure on my butt and hips. He did not want me to let him off easy.

Like I said earlier, I had come to think of oral sex as just the warm up
to fucking. I couldn't remember the last time I had come from a blow job.
But each time I bottomed out in his throat, each time I heard and felt
him gag, my cock would pulse harder. I was pounding into his throat now
and I didn't know how much longer I could last. Sensing that I was
getting close, he dropped his hand down to his hard cock sticking out of
his boxers and started to stroke frantically. The best fucking blow job
of my life was nearing its finale. Our eyes had been locked on each other
for the duration. It wasn't until I was ready to come that I
instinctively threw my head back, only to lock eyes with his hubby, Jake.
He was stroking just as frantically as he watched from the dark hallway.

I looked down at Tommy. As I started to shoot, I pulled back. He held his
mouth open wide as jet after jet of cum coated his tongue and shot down
his throat. I felt his load before I saw it. He was splattering my legs
with jizz. Then he took my cock back in his mouth to make sure he hadn't
missed a drop. I didn't know if Tommy was aware Jake was watching. Was it
all part of their plan? I looked back down the hallway to see Jake,
totally naked, make his final stroke. He gripped his big dick tightly,
pointing it upward. He leaned back and blasted all over his lean, hairy
belly and chest as he looked directly into my eyes.  One of the hottest
experiences of my life and it was comprised solely of sucking and
stroking. Sucking and stroking and being watched.

That was the first time I fucked Tommy's mouth; but it certainly wasn't
the last.

I would soon learn that Tommy had other talents, as well. I must be the
luckiest fucker in the world.


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