Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 23:52:45 -0500 From: Tom x Subject: The Keeper Disclaimers: I am an adult. I wrote this story based solely on imagination and have not infringed on anyone's copyright. This story involves sex between consenting adults -- children will not appear in this or any future stories in this section. This story does not include blackmail, kidnapping, rape, minors, suicide, or homicide. Bareback sex is a risky sexual option, and this story does not encourage you to have unprotected sex. There are no links provided for finding this story elsewhere. If it is illegal in your jurisdiction to view, read, or have this material, or if you are a minor, you are asked to leave this story and this page. Nifty needs your donations to keep the stories you enjoy coming! Donate to nifty.org I've been writing a series, the Bareback Barback (gay/encounters), that can only be found on nifty.org. This special Valentine's Day story is an excerpt not included in our story thus far with Pete and me. I met Pete at the bar I worked at in January of that year. He was a New York lawyer working with the University I was attending. We had spent a memorable weekend at a ski resort and saw each other regularly during January and the beginning of February. Pete had flown home a week before Valentine's due to some partner business he could not miss. He contacted me regularly, but our communications were happenstance between school and his work. We made no commitments to each other, me being a horny freshman attending the first year and him a married man with a busy life practicing law. It was nearly 5 pm on Friday the thirteenth of February. I was studying for a test next week when I heard my phone beep with a notification. It was Pete "Hey, Champ, is it snowing there?" I laughed because Pete was usually to the point and didn't involve himself with silliness. It was something I loved about him -- even if we didn't tell each other that we loved something about the other. "I don't know; I'm studying for a test." "Why don't you look outside and see," he texted back. I was mildly annoyed because I was in a groove, and while he didn't know my dorm layout, looking outside involved going to the hallway and looking out of the window at the end of the hall. The window faced the street where the entrance to the building was, and I trudged out to look. When I looked out, it was indeed snowing quite heavily. I was surprised because I didn't remember the weather report calling for this much snow. I turned around and then looked down on the street, and there was a lone car with its lights on, puffing light white exhaust, and a tall, handsome man looking up at me. It was Pete! I quickly went back to my room and grabbed the phone. I texted, "Give me five minutes, and I'll be down!" I slipped on my swim team sweats and threw on a pair of running shoes. I shook water through my hair and sprayed some body spray I got for Christmas from someone. I wasn't looking hot, but I was beyond presentable. And knowing Pete, he probably had something new for me. I ran down the stairs because the elevator was taking too long. I bounded out the front door, slowed down, and walked towards Pete and his rental car. He was beaming. "Hey, Champ, great to see you," he hugged me. "Dad!" I fell into his arms, laying my head on his chest, and he kissed the top of my head. "It's snowing quite a bit, but I thought maybe we could go back to the resort if you wanted," Pete said as we got into the car. "I don't have anything packed," I said. "I'll go park the car, and you can pack a few things you need. I'm sorry I didn't plan too well for this, did I?" "No, it's OK, I'm glad you surprised me. It won't take long," I jumped out of the car and ran to the elevator, and within five minutes, I was coming back with a few things for the weekend. "See, I'm ready," I said as I entered the passenger seat. "You're awesome," Pete took my face in his hand and kissed me passionately, "I'm glad you're so flexible." "To spend time with you, I'd move heaven and earth," I replied. We arrived at the resort and pulled into a smaller yet no less stunning cabin not far from the first one we spent time at. A fire was already in the fireplace, and when the door opened, it smelled very much like a florist's shop. The smell of roses invaded the space, and despite that, it wasn't overwhelming. All over the living room were vases of red roses of different sizes and hues. It occurred to me that tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and this weekend was Pete's way of celebrating. "You're awesome," I said as I strolled over to him and hugged him, "in so many different ways, you are awesome." "So are you, I love being with you. I love. . ." Pete trailed off as he wrapped his big arms around me and held me close. Suddenly, Pete reached down, put his arms behind my knees, and picked me up. It surprised me at first, but once I realized what was happening, I went around his neck with one arm, and he carried me to the bedroom. Handfuls of pink, white, yellow, and red rose petals were on the bed. I saw them, looked at him in amazement, and felt tears stinging my eyes. Gently, he put me down on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled off my sweatshirt top and then my t-shirt as he moved down to unbuckle his belt and pants and let them slip off him. He was simply in a pair of designer underwear, and he was straining to be free of them. I had gotten down to just my underwear myself, and he knelt down and kissed me passionately as he slipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down. His shoulders looked very striated, and I could see down his chest and abs that his cock was leaking precum through his red silk undies. Pete was perfect in every way. He was masculine, beautiful, handsome, muscular, hairy in the right spots, big cock, gorgeous hair and face. I seriously wondered what he actually saw in me. He didn't make me wait long. "You know I think the world of you!" he whispered hoarsely, "I don't know how I don't know why, and I don't care. I love spending time with you in and out of bed." "But we're in bed right now," I smirked, "I love being with you, too. You treat me like a prince!" "Because you deserve it. You are everything good rolled into one handsome package." He slipped off his underwear, and his big cock bounced after being freed. "I want you," he looked me straight in my eyes as he said it. Pete lifted me off the bed, moved me to the pillows, and laid down next to me, kissing my face, my closed eyes, my nose, my lips, the bridge of my nose, my eyebrows, and my ears. He had a horny groan he made, and I could feel his cock firmly against my leg. He didn't immediately force anything and was so passionate and insistent but reserved and careful not to look like a lech. I felt like I was on the verge of a dream. Pete was an excellent lover, but tonight, he took up the romance a notch, and I got lost in his kissing and fondling. He touched me in places that made me want to mount him immediately but felt so good and dreamy that I resisted jumping right into sex myself. After 20 more minutes of making out with him, I finally sighed, "Pete, take me!" He got between my legs, lifted them up to his chest, and with his swollen cock coated in a bit of lube slid straight into my waiting hole. I groaned and I panted while the initial pain subsided. Pete was tough tonight, and there wasn't a lot of wiggle room for trying to accommodate him. I reached up to his cannonball shoulders and placed my hands on them. I smiled and nodded, and he pulled back and then carefully and deliberately sank back in. There was less pain this time, and I stayed still and could move around some to allow a little break for a second. He pulled back again, and then we met, pushing into or onto each other together. I was in heaven. The guy I liked the most in the world was fully and comfortably in me, and he was solid and thick. He began to deliver slow but precise strokes as he grazed my prostate with the head of his prick. I began sighing and falling deeper into my dream as this gorgeous man slowly but steadily picked up his pace fucking me as only an experienced man could. Never mind that this was his fifth or sixth gay encounter. He was masterfully filling me with his cock and absolutely making love to me tonight. He began to pant himself, and he dropped my legs from his torso. He placed his fists beside my shoulders lowered himself to my face with his, and began kissing me passionately, maintaining his solid strokes. I reached around his shoulders, pulled him closer, and hugged him tightly. "Damn, Pete, you are pounding away at me and you feel awesome. I love this. I love . . ." "Champ, you feel great, I love this, too." When I felt his hips somewhat flare out and his breathing increase in intensity, I knew we were both going to come soon. "I'm on the edge, Champ," he groaned. I was there with him, and as I felt the first shots slamming into me, I began unloading my balls between us. I cried out to Pete, "I love. . ." "Champ, fuck, that was awesome; you're so. . ." Pete said as he began catching his breath. He rolled over and pulled me next to him. I could feel his heart beating against my back and blissfully closed my eyes for a moment. We rested for a few minutes before either of us spoke. "You hungry, buddy? I can order us a Friday night pizza and a six-pack," he whispered. "Sure, pizza sounds great. We worked it off already," I replied. He kissed the back of my neck, and it tickled, but I didn't move as he continued kissing me. He was good to me, and he made me feel like no one or nothing else mattered in the world to him except me. I woke the following morning with Pete's arms wrapped around me. He was warm and felt perfect next to me. We had showered, eaten some pizza, and fell asleep on the couch watching the fire. Neither of us wanted to get up from that spot, so we just lay there on an oversized sofa, and he pulled a blanket off the back to cover us for the night. How he was comfortable, I'll never know. I know all he cared about was my comfort and holding me tight. "Good morning, Champ," he whispered. "Good morning, stud," I rolled over and kissed him quick. "Is there anything you want to do today? I want to take you to a nice long dinner tonight." "Could we swim? I don't need to do laps, just get in the water. The pool is pretty warm, and I feel chilled. While skiing was fun, I want to be as close as possible to you. The pool shouldn't be too busy." He laughed at me, "You said that the last time we were here. It was busy enough! It doesn't matter, though; I'd like that." "You're awesome! I love being with you," I said. Pete and I wore matching Speedos to the pool, and while there was a pause in the conversation poolside, it was quick and less noticeable than the last time we were here. We hopped into the water and treaded half the time, and half the other half we were standing. We were having a pleasant conversation about school when one of the other guys, Jesse, who appeared to be less than Pete's age, asked us if we'd like to join them for a water volleyball tournament. Pete and I looked at each other and smiled. It would be a fun break from the conversation, keeping us in the water and near each other in a setting where orientation didn't matter. Jesse, Pete, and I were in the back row of three rows. Across the net were some big, athletic guys who looked like they might do an extra fine job of spiking the ball across the net to make us lose. We might not have had these guys' heft, but we were slimmer and more agile. Jesse told Pete and me not to worry; we'd win. And after an exciting point by painful point match, we did end up winning. The big guys grumbled, but in the end, they shook our hands anyhow. Most of the team went to the locker room to change, but I convinced Pete that just a few minutes in the hot tub would do wonders. We climbed in, and Jesse followed us. "You guys played well today," Jesse said, settling into my seat. He put his arm on the hot tub ledge and familiarly grabbed my shoulder. Pete looked at me, and I motioned with my eyes that we should get up. "Have you had enough, son?" Pete asked me, clearly trying to get out of the hot tub. "Yeah, we got to get ready for dinner, anyhow," I said. We thanked Jesse for the invite to the game and excused ourselves. Pete was fuming by the time we hit the locker rooms. "Hey, I didn't encourage him," I said, trying to calm him down. "I know you didn't; the prick didn't need to be touching you," Pete said. We heard the locker room door open, and Jesse came strolling in and looked at us arrogantly. Pete was fully naked but walked over to Jesse, whispered something to him, and poked his chest with his forefinger. Jesse had a surprised look on his face and then started balling up his fist. I knew Pete could handle himself, but I pulled up my suit and approached him. We both stood in Jesse's face. "What, you got your son fighting your battles?" Jesse mocked Pete. I tried to diffuse the situation, "Hey, prick, I'm here to protect you. I'd feel bad if I'd let him fuck you up." Jesse backed up and let it go. Pete had calmed down considerably, but he was still pretty mad about Jesse touching me, not at me but at Jesse. "C'mon, let's go enjoy a nice dinner together," I said, trying to calm him down and get his head out of the confrontation. "You're right, it's over, he's gone, and it's just us," Pete started returning to himself. We got back to the cabin and started getting ready for dinner. Pete turned to me while we were undressing, smiled, and looked at me adoringly. "Thanks for coming over when I got stupid and confronted him. It was childish, I'm sorry I involved you." "No, it wasn't very childish, and although I knew you could handle yourself, two against one is always better," I said. "You would have fought him?" Pete asked. "With you, for you, yes, I would have!" "You are something else, you know that? You are a good guy. I love . . . I love being around you." I blushed, "I love being with you, too." We dressed for dinner in matching suits but different shirts and ties. We looked pretty good together, and people could easily mistake us for a father and his son. When Pete saw me finished up, he reached over and fixed my tie. I'm not quite sure what he did to it, but I looked at myself in the mirror with him standing a few inches above me, and we looked great together. He had his hands on my shoulders in a paternal but friendly way, and I felt good being there with him. We had a long leisurely dinner together. The dining room had the lights lower than usual, probably because it was Valentine's Day. While it wasn't dark, the servers had placed candles on all the tables. It made dinner romantic, and people stayed longer. Pete grabbed my hand at one point. "Two times at the same place in less than a month, you must think I want to propose to you," he said smiling. "Would you?" I asked, beaming. "Champ, if I were free of my issue at home, I would in a heartbeat. You know I think the world of you. I would be happy coming home to you every night. I'd stop traveling just so I didn't have to spend a day away from you." "You know, you're sweet yourself. I would be in some sort of arrangement like that with you. I really like you, Pete; you've been nothing but me. You've done so much for me; you've opened my eyes about lo-, er, about relationships. You've made me see things in myself that I want to change to improve with you. It's not much; it's just personal failings that I could work on. You make me want to be my best, not just for you, but for me." "You bring out the better part of me, Champ, when we're together. You've shown me what a good relationship is and what it means to want to improve for you and for me. I'm so proud of you. When we first got together, I remember how uncertain you were about me and what I was doing with you. I love how you are so adaptable, giving, and loving." "I've found a new best friend, who happens to be my dad's age. And I'm OK with it; if I think about it, I like it. I'm glad that my insecurities didn't chase you away." We went home and had fantastic sex that night again. Pete gave himself to me, and while it was romantic, he also made it hot and passionate by moaning at the right time, begging me to fuck him harder, and holding me the way that made me comfortable being with him. He was eager to get off, but more importantly, he made me feel like my orgasm was the most crucial thing in the world to him at that moment. His sexy, muscled body responding to me like I was the only person who mattered to him gave both of us shaking orgasms simultaneously. He held me tight that night afterward, and I was comforted by his strength, masculinity, and genuineness. After I had dozed off, I heard him softly singing a love song to me, probably thinking I was fully asleep by then. It was hard, but I worked on not crying and pretending to be sleeping. I felt him kiss the top of my head as he finished. He hugged me tighter, and he fell asleep next to me. I drifted off to sleep, content that the man I had just made love to was a keeper.