Date: Tue, 04 Sep 2001 19:35:39 -0400 From: Jeff Allen Subject: When Love Comes - Part 18 This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. ******* WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 18 At Christmas, Mark was just as welcomed by my parents and extended family as Matt had been the year before. Of course it helped that he was a big football star at the University. We all ate too much. And we laughed a lot, but every once in a while Mark would grow quiet and pensive, and Matt and I knew he was thinking about Jamal. The telephone call from Jamal came just before dinner on Christmas Day. Mark took the call up in the bedroom, and when he came back down stairs he had a grin from ear to ear and his eyes were shining as brightly as the lights on the Christmas Tree. It seemed that Jamal hadn't had to bring up the subject of Mark with his mother. She'd brought it up herself. According to Jamal, his mother had fixed him with one of her stares and asked, "When is that skinny little white boy goin' to come over?" Momma P. had it figured out all of the time and got tired of Jamal not telling her. She and Jamal were heading back home the next day, and she wanted Mark to fly over to meet them because, as she put it, "That boy's just too thin. He needs some of my cookin' to put some real meat on his bones!" We put Mark on a plane the next morning. He was a giddy as a twelve- year-old girl. Matt and I gave him a big hug as he boarded the plane and then looked at each other with expressions of relief written all over our faces. Matt and I left my parents' house two days later and drove home. We got home just in time because it dumped nearly a foot of snow by the next morning. We woke to one of those spectacular bright and clear winter days. We shoveled the drive for a while and threw some snowballs at each other before heading back inside for lunch. We lay down for a nap after lunch snuggled under a quilt on the couch in front of the wood stove. Matt's gentle fingers playing with my left nipple woke me from the nap. As usual, we were spooned together with my back up against his front. While I'd been asleep he had unbuttoned the first several buttons of my shirt and was drawing lazy circles in my chest hair and then passing his finger tips lightly over the very tip of my nipple. I stirred and pressed back into him. He nuzzled against my right ear and whispered, "I love you." "I know, and I love you. So what are you going to do about it?" I moved my right hand back and began to rub his thigh through the fabric of his jeans. His hand traced the pattern of my chest hair down to my navel and then he snaked his fingers under the belt of my jeans. "What do you want me to do about it?" "What you're doing now is good, but I think you can do even better." For encouragement I moved my hand across the front of his jeans and pressed against his growing erection. He slid his hand under the elastic band of my briefs and began moving his finger on the head of my enlarging prick. "How's this?" He began to spread my precum around the head of my dick. He slid his left arm under my side and began to work on the button and zipper of my jeans. I tried to undo his zipper, but since my hand was stretched backwards, I was really clumsy. By the time I got his zipper open and had fished his hard dick out through the open fly he had my jeans and briefs pulled down around my knees and was stroking my dick and gently massaging my balls. He moved his right hand away from my dick and over my hip to run his finger into the crack of my ass. I pressed my ass into him and felt the head of his precum-coated penis against my anus. "What do you want?" he whispered as he nibbled on my right ear. I pressed back into him and the slippery head of his cock moved slightly into my hole. "I want you!" He started to pull away, and I knew he was going to get up to get some lube to make his entrance easier. Suddenly I didn't want to have him leave for even a second. I grabbed his hip and pulled him back into me. His dick slid into my waiting hole a little farther than before. "I don't want you to leave. Let's just go slow." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Just go slow and easy until you're in." He moved back into me increasing the pressure of his hard cock on my hole. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved further into me with gentle short strokes. I was as excited as I'd ever been. His natural lubrication and his extremely slow progress as he moved his tool into my love chute increased the heat of my passion. My own dick was oozing precum which Matt spread around covering my dick and balls. Gently touching but not stroking. Finally I could feel the fabric of his jeans against the skin of my ass cheeks, and I knew he was all the way in. We lay like that for several minutes with neither one of us moving. Then he began to slowly withdraw from me as he ran his fingers across the sensitive head of my precum-coated cock. I felt the head of his prick almost emerging from the inside of my sphincter. He reversed course and began moving back inside with the slow, almost imperceptible rate of movement that he'd used on the out stroke. At the same time he moved his hand down the shaft of my penis onto my balls and the skin of my perineum. When his jeans were once again pressed against my ass and his cock inside me as far as possible he stared another slow out stroke. The slow movements brought both of us to the threshold of orgasm but never took us over. We just stayed on that high plateau as he moved in and out. With each out stroke he spread more precum over the head of my dick, and with each in stroke he spread the precum down my shaft and onto my balls. We didn't say anything to each other, but there was a lot of moaning from both of us. After nearly an hour of this incredibly gentle fuck, he whispered, "I've got to come." "Do it! Fill my ass with your hot cum!" He moved gently forward into me again, but I could feel his dick swelling as he moved. I felt my own orgasm move over the threshold. At the very end of his stroke, his dick spasmed and he started pumping his hot load into my ass. I exploded with a climax of my own that left me gasping and speechless. I had cum all over my belly, the side of my shirt, the quilt, and Matt's hand. He brought his cum-covered hand up to my lips, and I lapped some of my cum off his fingers. He moved his hand to his own mouth. After he had licked all the cum off his hand he moved his arm back under the covers of the quilt and wrapped his hand around my deflating dick. Without another sound, we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up about dusk. Matt's cock was still buried in my ass. I tightened my rectal muscles around his cock and could tell that he was still semi hard. The movement of my ass awakened him and he squeezed my dick with his hand. I didn't think it would be possible after our recent love-making session, but my dick responded to his touch and began to harden. He squeezed gently again and it plumped up further. His dick started to grow and lengthen in my ass, and he began to make little rocking movements with his hips. I was already relaxed and lubricated from our previous session. His movements increased in speed and soon he was pounding his prick into my ass. He placed both his hands on my hips to keep me in place as he moved faster and faster. I reached down and started stroking my own cock in rhythm with Matt's thrusts. He grunted, and I felt his cockhead expand in the prelude to orgasm. I worked my own fist faster on my shaft. I felt him spasm deep within me and then I started my own climax pumping four more spurts of semen onto the dried cum from our earlier fuck. Matt kissed my ear. "Have I told you how sexy your are and how much I love you?" "Honey, your actions said it loud and clear. I think we're going to have to burn our clothes and the quilt." "Maybe. But it's a small price to pay for an afternoon with my lover." "This has been fantastic, but right now I need a shower. I smell REALLY bad, and I've got so much dried cum on my belly that I crinkle when I move." I rolled away from him and stood up. I looked at him and started laughing. "Do you know how funny you look lying there with your hair all messed up and your dick sticking out of your pants?" He flashed his patented crooked smile. "I wouldn't talk. You've got your pants down around your ankles and cum all over your legs, belly, and shirt...not to mention how messed up YOUR hair is!" We left our clothes and the quilt in a pile on the bathroom floor and stepped into the shower. We washed each other and both got half hard again. It was unbelievably sensual washing and touching each other. I could feel his love flowing from his hands into my body as he soaped every part of me. I did my best to return the pleasure as I washed him. We stayed in the shower until the water started to turn cool. Afterwards, we both dressed in sweat pants and sweat shirts. As I started dinner, Matt put our clothes and the quilt into the washer. Dinner was just sauteed chicken, pasta tossed with butter and Parmesan cheese, and a green salad. I opened a bottle of white wine. After finishing dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, we took the remainder of the wine into the living room and finished the bottle while we sat together on the couch, listened to CD's and talked. I never get tired of talking with Matt. We always seem to be able to keep a conversation going. About eleven Matt stretched and pulled me to my feet. "Come on, Old Man, it's time for bed, and I have to pee." He ambled off toward the bedroom. I could hear him peeing and then brushing his teeth while I went around the house turning out lights and putting some things away in the kitchen. Matt was already in bed when I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I peed, flushed, and went into the bedroom stripping my sweats off as I went. I crawled into bed and snuggled up next to Matt. With all of our lovemaking in the afternoon, I expected that we would just go to sleep, but Matt had different ideas. He began nibbling on my ear (always a sure turn on for me). Surprisingly I felt my passion begin to rise and I turned my head to kiss him. My tongue explored the familiar territory of my lover's mouth, and Matt thrust his tongue into my mouth in return. By the time we broke the kiss I was fully erect. Matt's hand found my engorged prick. He rolled over on his back dragging me with him so I was lying on top. He drew his legs up to his chest and guided my cock to his asshole. The little devil was already lubed! He saw the questioning look on my face, flashed one of those crooked Stevenson smiles and said, "It's your turn. Fuck me!" I slid easily into his lubed love tunnel. At the same time I bent forward and took the head of his expanding cock into my mouth. He moaned, and I began moving my hips driving my cock deeper and deeper into him with each stroke. Matt urged me on. "Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me harder!" I pounded into him. "Oh yeah! Do it! Come on. Harder!" Matt pumped his cock as I pumped his ass. Harder and harder until my balls slapped against his ass with each stroke. And then we climaxed. He started first. I saw his white load spurt from his prick to his chest, and then I unloaded deep in his ass. When we calmed down, we were drenched in sweat and cum. We didn't even bother cleaning up. We just fell asleep just like we were. (To be continued)