Date: Wed, 08 Aug 2001 18:00:27 -0400 From: Jeff Allen Subject: When-love-comes-4 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. Authors Note: Thanks again to everyone who has written to say that they've enjoyed the story. There seems to be a lot of concern about whether or not Matt and Gary will get back together. I don't want to give away the plot, but please keep reading! ******* WHEN LOVE COMES - Part 4 It appeared that the sleet storm was one of winter's last gasps. The next morning dawned bright, clear, and much warmer. I did my jog and then took a mug of coffee out onto the deck to enjoy the weather and the morning paper. After reading the paper I showered but didn't shave. I figured I'd shave that afternoon before going to the health club to meet Ron. As I often did on the weekends, I didn't bother to put on any clothes after my shower so I moved around the house cleaning and dusting in the nude. I did some laundry, including Ron's warm up suit. By early afternoon it was almost sixty degrees and the sun was warm. I made a sandwich for lunch and went out and sat in the hot tub to eat. The water and the sun put me in a very mellow mood. I'd just finished my sandwich when I heard the phone ring. Normally I carried a portable phone out on to the deck if I was going to spend any time out there, but I'd forgotten it this time. I debated about letting the answering machine take the call but then decided to answer it so I pulled myself out of the hot tub and dashed naked and wet into the house to get the phone. It was Ron. He asked what I was doing, and I told him that at that moment I was naked and dripping all over the floor. He laughed and said, "Well, I wish I was there. I'll bet that's a sight!" We chatted for a while and then he said that he'd finished a house drawing earlier than planned and wondered if we could meet at the health club at three thirty instead of five like we'd planned. "That way we can work out, get cleaned up and have a drink before going out." I thought that sounded like a great idea, and so we agreed to meet at three thirty. ******* I showered again and shaved before going in to town to meet Ron. I got out of my 4Runner just as he was pulling into the parking lot of the health club. I walked over to his car, and just as he closed the door I asked, "Where are your keys?" "Right here in my hand, Smart Ass," he laughed and punched me playfully on the shoulder. "If I lock those things in the car again anytime soon, I'll need to keep them on a chain around my wrist." ******* We went through our respective workouts. Our routines were different so we were never at the same area or using the same piece of equipment at the same time. I found my self looking over where he was a number of times. A few times when I looked at him, he was looking over at me. He would nod his head a little and smile when our eyes made contact. When we'd finished our work outs I followed him over to his house. After parking my car, I grabbed my bag with his warm up suit and my change of clothes and followed him into the kitchen. He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter near the phone and asked me if I wanted a beer, a scotch, or some bourbon. I usually stuck with beer or wine, but the scotch sounded really good that day. "I'll take a scotch," I said. "Good man! Scotch it is. What do you want in it?" "Just some ice," was my reply. "Ah, a man after my own heart. I like scotch, but can't stand scotch and soda, and I don't like it too watered done at first. The ice cubes melt, and that's enough water." He pulled a bottle of really fine single malt out of the liquor cabinet and poured two generous glasses for us. We clinked our glasses together and then sipped the scotch. It slid down my throat and left a warm feeling all the way to the pit of my stomach. He smiled and winked. "I really needed that today! And I really need a shower! Come on bring your drink upstairs with you. There's nothing like a good scotch and a shower to soothe the muscles." We went upstairs. I put my bag on the bed and turned around. He was already stripping off his clothes. In a moment he was standing buck naked by the bathroom door. I knew from the gym that he had a nice body, but it looked even nicer in the raw. His well formed pectorals were capped with large dark nipples. His chest hair almost ended just below the nipple line and then continued as a thin line running down the middle of his six pack abs and past his belly button. The hair flared out to form almost a diamond pattern of pubic hair around a respectable four inch cut cock. The hair was thicker on his legs and ass than on his chest, and his ass was nicely rounded. "Come on in the shower. There's plenty of room," he said as he disappeared into the bathroom. I didn't need a second invitation to spend some quality time in the same shower with this naked hunk, even if I didn't think it would lead anywhere. At least I could enjoy the view. We got into the shower area. Ron adjusted the shower sprays and showed me where to set my glass of scotch so that it didn't get either water or soap in it. Both of us took long gulps of the scotch before ducking under the shower sprays. I stood under the shower head and got completely wet. Then I picked up a bar of soap and started slowly lathering up. I usually shampoo my hair first and rinse, but I skipped that step this time. Everyone has their own routine in the shower. Mine was to start using the soap on my arms first, move to my underarms, torso, pubic region, legs, and then my back. My face is normally the last thing lathered before rising off. I'm fairly fast in the shower, so I deliberately slowed down so I'd be able to look at Ron's naked body for a longer time. He wasn't moving very fast in the shower either. We talked a little as we lathered ourselves. He would soap up one part of his body and then rinse before moving on to put soap on another part. In between latherings, he would take a sip from his scotch which meant that he turned away from me, bent over and picked his glass up off the floor at the edge of the shower area. That gave me a wonderful view of his ass each time. I couldn't help looking, but the constant display of hairy rear end was starting to affect my cock. I'd finished soaping my entire body except for my back. Then I rinsed off my hands and turned away from Ron to take another drink of my scotch. I'd just put my glass back down and straightened up when I felt his hands on my shoulders. "Let me get your back for you," he said almost in my ear. He began using his hands to spread the soap round on my back and gently kneeding the muscles as he worked. He started at my shoulders and worked down my back to my waist and the top of my butt. I was definitely having a problem with my hardening cock. Just then I looked out of the shower area into the bathroom and noticed that we were positioned so that Ron could see the entire front of my body and my growing erection in the mirror above the sink. Our eyes met in the mirror and he gave me a wink. He turned me around so I was facing him, looked down at my growing cock, and said, "Me too." I glanced down and saw that his own member had significantly increased in length and girth. He pulled me into his body and kissed me. I put my arms around him and returned the kiss. Our tongues played with each other inside our mouths and our soapy hands roamed up and down each others bodies. Our cocks ground against each other, and we began a slow side to side movement that stimulated our dicks even more. We broke the kiss, and he whispered, "Let's get rinsed off and into bed." I agreed. We both rinse off, turned off the showers, took another swig from our drinks, and quickly dried off. He led the way back into the bedroom and we came together again in the middle of his king sized bed. Our mouths and hands were everywhere on each others' bodies. We kissed again and ground our dicks against one another. I moved my mouth down from his chin to his throat and then on to each of his hair-covered nipples. From there I continued down his body and engulfed his throbbing cock in my mouth using my tongue to slid around the head while I cupped his heavy ball sack with my left hand. He began to moan. I moved my hand from his balls and ran the end of my thumb back from his balls toward his asshole. When I touched his hole, he gasped. "Fuck me!," he almost shouted. "There's lube and rubbers in the drawer!" I reached into the bedside table, found the rubbers and KY, and proceeded to open a condom package using my teeth and right hand while continuing to play with his asshole with the fingers of my left hand. After the condom was securely in place on my dick, I took a large wad of KY and began to work it into his hole with my finger. He began to writhe around on the bed as soon as my lubricated finger entered him. "Oh yeah. That's so good," he moaned. I added another finger into his asshole and began to massage his prostate as I moved my fingers around inside him. That sent him into another plane of pleasure. "Now! Put it in now!" he begged. I was happy to oblige and lined my hard dick up against his waiting hole and began to slowly enter him. "Now!" he said as he reached around and grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me into him. That buried my dick completely in his ass. I felt my pubic hair against the skin of his perineum. I looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and his mouth open. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. Fuck me!" I began to move slowly in and out of him making sure to move the head of my dick over the rounded form of his prostate with each stroke. He grabbed his knees with his hands and spread his legs even farther apart. He moaned with pleasure each time my dick moved over his prostate. I wrapped my right hand around his hard cock and began to move up and down on the shaft in rhythm with the strokes of my dick moving in and out of his ass. His breathing became harder and his eyes rolled back in his head. He began to arch his back, and I knew he was getting close so I increased the speed of my own strokes. I came first sending about five volleys of cum into the condom. I felt his rectum tighten around my dick and then he came. The first surge of cum hit the spot in his chest right between his pecs. The second landed near his navel and the third on the skin just above his pubic hair. We both held absolutely motionless. All we could do was breathe at that point. When I had recovered enough I began to pull out of him. He grabbed my hips again and drove my dick back into his ass. "Not yet. Leave it in if you can." I complied, but my dick gradually softened and slowly slipped out of him on its own. I rolled over on my back, pulled the cum filled condom off my dick, and tied a knot in the end. "Man, I needed that," he said. "Thanks." "My pleasure. We could do that again sometime, but not for a few minutes," was my reply as I slipped out of the bed and went to retrieve our drinks. The ice in the scotch had almost completely melted. We clinked our glasses together, smiled, and drank down the last of our drinks. We stayed in his bed for another half hour or so before deciding that we were both hungry. We quickly took another shower, dressed, and went out to one of the Chinese restaurants in town. I usually have a hard time eating all the food at a Chinese place, but this time I cleared every bit of my order. We returned to Ron's house after dinner and had another scotch. We ended up back in his bed where I fucked him a second time before falling asleep for the night. ******** The next morning we had breakfast at his house and then he followed me out to my place. It turned out that he was the one who had designed my house for the previous owners. He wandered around checking out the construction. He asked me how much I'd paid, and I figured he was asking for a professional reason and not to be nosy, so I told him. He said he thought I'd gotten a good deal. He was interested in the hot tub on the deck so we stripped and got in. We spent the rest of that day either in the hot tub, fucking in my bed, or recovering from fucking. I cooked some dinner for us and we went back into the hot tub afterwards. Both of us were spent from the afternoon. I don't think I could have gotten an erection at that point if my life had depended on it. Around midnight I told him that I had class the next day, and that he'd better be going back into town. I knew that if he spent the night, I'd never get up in time for class. ******* We got together again for dinner at my house the next night which was Monday. After dinner I fucked him twice before he went home. We repeated that scenario each night that week until his wife came back home the following Sunday. Basically, what Ron wanted out of sex was to be fucked. We became fuck buddies with him being the bottom and me the top. He never showed any interest at all in fucking me so I was still a virgin as far as that aspect of gay sex was concerned. Most of the time he would call me at home or at school when he knew he had enough free time. Then he would come out to my house and we would go at it like minks. ******* Sex was fun with Ron, and I didn't have to jack off nearly as much, but there wasn't much emotional involvement. Our get togethers lasted through that spring and summer but gradually tapered off in the late fall. After that, I'd run into him in town on occasion, and we would talk like old friends, but he didn't call any more. I assumed that he'd found someone else with either a bigger dick or a better fucking technique than me. (To be continued)