Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2019 13:06:18 -0400
From: Greg Stevens <bymyself723@gmail.com>
Subject: A New Path - Chapter 14

A New Path

Fiction by Greg Stevens

This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious.

A New Path -- Chapter 14

After Jordan left, I shut down the lights in the house and got into bed. My
body was sore from everything that happened in the last couple days. I knew
that my body would feel better after a good night's sleep. I was more
concerned with my mind. Everything happened so quickly from looking to get
a blowjob to getting fucked in my shower by a guy almost young enough to be
my son. What had happened to me? How could everything change so quickly, so
drastically?

I closed my eyes and tried to recall sex with my wife, or even sex with any
woman I had been with from the time I became sexually active. Every time I
tried to picture it in my mind, I went back to the 3 guys I was with the
past week. I tried to picture my first intercourse with a woman. It was my
freshman year of college. Yes, I was a late bloomer. Her name was Becca and
I really liked her. I can recall the first time I saw Becca naked in my
dorm room. I remember sitting on the bed watching her taking off her
clothes.

As I flashed back on the memories, my mind drifted back to Stewart my
roommate. Stewart and I walked around our dorm room either naked or
semi-naked all the time. I never gave it any thought. Or did I?

I remember when I would jerk off in my dorm room, I had this vision of
Stewart fucking Becca. I never gave it any thought, to me it was a fantasy
where I created the porn scene in my mind. Something to jerk off to when
magazines weren't available. As I think about it now, I was always seeing
Stewart plowing Becca. Seeing his muscled shoulders, narrow waist and firm
ass riding her. I never really pictured Becca that much. I tried to
reconcile the memories.

I moved on to another fantasy, one I had with my wife. Again, as I recalled
the fantasy, I was riding a motorcycle up a winding hill. I wore tight
jeans, boots, a white t-shirt, leather motorcycle jacket and dark glasses.
She was waiting for me at a rest area. I got off the bike and walked over
to her. The I realized that the guy on the bike was again not me. It was
some fantasy guy I pictured. Was this something everyone did? In the
fantasy, I wasn't fucking my wife, I was watching him fuck her. I was
focusing on the guy not my wife. I could easily remember how he looked down
to his dick and ass. I could smell his body wrapped in leather. I could
even imagine the feel of his 5 o'clock shadow on my neck while he fucked
me, I mean her.

My eyes popped open. Reality started to hit me. The guy on the bike did not
fuck my wife, he was fucking me. I was laying on the blanket while he
climbed on top of me. I mentally started to think back on my fantasies, my
dirty dreams and even my time with my wife. Was I really thinking about her
or was my subconscious thoughts what were really driving me sexually.

I started to piece images, thoughts and memories together. A few nights
ago, I fantasized about Jordan coming into the garage wearing a leather
jacket while Bill and I had sex with him. Was that Jordan or was it the guy
in the leather jacket from my earlier fantasy. Did the pieces start to meld
together? Did my mind stitch fantasies and memories into one blob?

What did I want now? Sex with my wife was almost non-existent, but even
when it was I found it to be mundane and boring. It was the same damn
routine every time; romance, get naked in near darkness, lay on top of her,
fuck her, pull out and cum in my hand, clean up, kiss good night. In the
last couple years most of my sex was jerking off while she was at work and
that was better than sex with her, if I were being honest.

I needed to talk about this with someone but who? My wife would never
understand and probably leave me. The only person I could talk to was Bill.
I decided to talk to him in the morning. I closed my eyes and drifted off
to sleep.

In the morning I got up and went to the computer. I was not sore at all as
I thought I would be from the pounding I received from Jordan. I sat down
at the computer to see if Bill was online. "Hey Bill, how's it going?" I
typed into the chat window. A few seconds passed; "Morning Dave, good how
about you?" he replied. "Doing good" it was all I could think to say in a
chat window. "Have time to meet to talk today?" I asked casually. "I could
meet you for lunch if that works? Want to come here?" Bill asked. I had not
thought where we would meet, but Bill's house seemed like an easy meeting
place. "Sure, see you at 12?" I confirmed. "Sounds good, buddy. See you
later" I got up from the computer and got some food then finished some work
before jumping in the shower and heading to Bill's. While in the shower I
could not help but recall the night before and being fucked by Jordan
against the wall. My dick started to swell thinking about it, but I stopped
myself and got dried off and dressed.

I arrived at Bill's at 12. Bill greeted me at the door with the same cheery
attitude as if we had been best friends for years not just acquaintances
over the past week. He led me to the kitchen where he had some lunch laid
out. "What can I get you to drink" He asked. "Beer" I replied thinking it
may be early to drink. Bill chuckled and grabbed beers for him and me.
"What's up, you look like a man on a mission" he said reading my
expression.

As we ate, I started telling him about what happened with Brian the other
day before our 3-way with Jordan. I did not hold back and told him the
whole story about meeting at the gym and fucking him in the woods. Then I
told him about Jordan coming over last night and what happened with that
encounter. Bill looked in amazement as I relayed the stories of raw sex. As
I went into detail regarding Brian and Jordan I noticed Bill rubbing his
cock and adjusting himself.

I also told him about some of my fantasies; the one with the guy on the
motorcycle fucking my wife or maybe it was me, and the fantasy I had prior
to our 3-way with Jordan in the garage. Bill nodded as I talked as if he
were taking it all in.

Talking to Bill was easy. I felt like I could say anything I wanted or
needed to. Though I only knew him for a while, there was a great level of
comfort with him. "Did you like all the things you've been doing?" Bill
asked. I paused before answering him, I flashed on memory snippets and
nodded. Bill smiled. "Good, because I've really had fun with you, alone and
in our 3-way. That was one of the hottest things I have ever done." Bill
sounded bit like a kid that just got off a ride at an amusement park. I
started to laugh. "I did too man" I said.

After lunch Bill cleared the table. He told me to follow him and I did. He
took me to his bedroom and told me to strip down. I did not hesitate and
took off my clothing. "Now lay on the bed face down. I am going to give you
a massage" I did as Bill said. I did not expect a massage, but I was sure
it would feel good. I had no idea how good. Bill left the room briefly and
returned with something in a bottle. "just a bit of massage oil" he said.
It will help you relax. Bill started at my head and rubbed some of the oil
on my back. It was warm not hot but felt really good.

Bill started rubbing his hands down my spine, his hands pressed and pushed
into muscles causing them to tense then relax. The sensation was very nice.
Then he reached across and rubbed my arm that was furthest from him. He
started at my shoulder and then rubbed down the length to my fingers. When
he rubbed them, I could feel my body tingle and my dick twitch under me. He
crossed back over my body to my arm closest to him and repeated the same
motions. Again, at my fingers, my dick jumped.

Bill returned to focus on my back. His hands went lower and lower till he
was pressing just above my ass, then his hands trailed down the sides and
down the length of one leg. He massaged as he went then spent some time on
my ankle and foot. He worked his way back up, across my lower back and down
the closest leg repeating. When he was done with my foot he started to work
his hands on the inside of my leg. His hands inched closer and closer to my
ass as he climbed. My body was on fire picturing the movement of his hands.
Then his right hand pushed my ass check back a bit and the fingers of his
left hand ran up the length of my ass crack. My dick shot up under me as he
gently massaged my crack.

His fingers massaged deeper and deeper with each pass and I could feel the
tip of his finger poking my hole. Then without warning I felt his tongue on
my ass and a loud moan escaped from my throat. I did not move, I did not
try to stop him or change in any way what he was doing. The feeling was
both intense and relaxing at the same time. I know that seems like a
contradiction, but it is the only way to describe it.

Bill continued to work my ass and pressed more and more onto my hole with
his tongue. Each pass bringing more pleasure. Bill removed himself from my
hole and climbed between my legs forcing my legs apart. I moved them
willingly allowing him access. Each hand rested on an ass cheek and pulled
them back and his tongue resumed its wok on my hole. Again, the warmth of
his mouth filled my ass and my body shivered. I found myself catching my
breath as he darted his tongue in and out of me.

Bill continued rimming me and my cock was rock hard under me. The slight
motions caused by Bill's face between my legs ground me into the bed
against my cock. I could feel precum oozing out onto the bedspread under
me.

Bill once again pulled his face up from my ass leaving me feeling cold, wet
and empty. That feeling would not last long. I could now feel Bill's hands
bracing on each side of my body, then I felt his weight coming in contact
with my body. It was slow and gentle at first. Then I felt the tip of his
cock rubbing against my ass. Bill slide his cock along my wet crack running
it up and down. I could feel the warm hard tube sliding on me. As he pulled
back and his dick slide down it stopped at my hole and the head caught.
Slowly Bill started to slide it forward into me.

I wanted Bill inside me. I wanted to feel the full force of his cock in me.
As he started to slide into me, I pushed back against his cock. This forced
it into me much quicker. I must have surprised Bill when I drove my ass
onto his cock. He let out a deep moan as he impaled me. Bill held his dick
inside me and laid his body on mine. His lips were on my neck and I could
feel the stubble of his face scratching my flesh. "I'm going to fuck you
hard" he said softly into my ear. The sound of it was deep and sexy and I
knew I wanted it.

Bill started to make small driving motions in me. His body easily slid
across my back due to the massage oil he liberally applied. His hard cock
pulsed as he fucked me. The weight of his body covered me like a blanket.
Bill reached up and took my hands. He held them in place on each side of my
head as he started to fuck me harder. He began to grunt like an animal.
"You like my dick in you?" Dave asked coarsely as he continued. "Yes, yes
fuck me buddy" I heard myself saying almost as if it were someone else.
Bill continued to ride me harder than I had yet to experience.

Then Bill stopped. I could feel him sitting up. His dick was pulled out
with a plop. "Roll over" Bill said more of a command than a question. I
flipped over onto my back and placed my legs on either side of Bill. Bill
lifted my legs onto his shoulders and slid forward. Again, he entered my
ass. This time without hesitation all the way in as far as he could go. My
breath caught for a second and Bill stopped. I looked up at him, but I did
not see the Bill I knew, I saw a man in heat. Bill always seemed like the
guy next door. Good looking with a nice body, but now he looked hot,
sweaty, sexy and a bit rough. He had a Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde persona.
I had lunch with gentle, kind, well groomed Doctor Jekyll, but now I was
looking up at the sexy Mr. Hyde.

I grasped my dick as Bill started to fuck me. Precum coated the head and my
hand easily slid up and down the length while I watched him. I put my
fingers to my mouth to taste some of the precum. All my senses were firing;
the way Bill looked while he used me, the feeling of my dick and ass, the
taste of my precum, and even the smell of sex which was a mixture of the
massage oil, a bit of sexy sweat and the subtle smell of the precum.

All the sensations combined, and my body was on fire with lust. "Where do
you want me to cum?" Bill asked as he looked down on me. A grin formed on
his face. "On me" the words shot from my mouth and I barely recognized
them. I wanted to cum so badly, I wanted to feel Bill cum on me. "I am
close Man." Bill warned me. Hearing that drove my passion and my orgasm
started to rise. "Give it to me" I said and Bill lowered my legs and my ass
touched the mattress. He pulled his cock out and grasped it in his
hand. His dick was rock hard and bright red.

He started to run his hand up and down the shaft, the tip pointing at my
chest. His body arched, and I could see the strong muscles of his neck,
shoulders, arms and chest tighten. Sweat glistened on his torso making it
look like he was greased up for a modeling shoot. His face contorted with
the building orgasm. One huge grunt and his dick shot the first blast. At
first it was like slow motion. The white liquid shot out hard dragging a
ribbon of cum in its trail. It arched up a bit and came down on my face,
hitting my cheek and open mouth.

Warm cum hit my tongue and I loved it. I did not hesitate and just
swallowed the sweet and slightly salty fluid. I started to lick the
remainder off my lips when the next load hit me. This time it was a bit
lower falling on my chin and running down my neck. Bill sat there holding
his spent cock in his hand, his body heaving for the power of the orgasm. I
watched him intently as his breathing relaxed a bit. My own cock was still
in my hand and I made small movements controlling my orgasm.

Bill bent forward and started to lick up the cum from my face and cheek. He
brought his mouth to mine and I could feel it slide out of his mouth into
mine. This drove me crazy and I started to jerk off as he continued to feed
me more of his cum. He would kiss me driving his tongue into my mouth.

With my free hand I reached down and took Bill's cock back towards my ass.
He moved forward, and the semi hard cock re-entered my hole. My other hand
slid up and down my cock between our bodied. My knuckles running over his
abs as I went. I was bombarded by sensations; his dick in my ass, his mouth
on my mouth, the taste of his cum and my hand running up and down my hard
cock.

I could not take much more and I started to squirm on the bed. My dick
pulsed in my hand. I used all the sensations to bring myself to orgasm. My
body bucked forcing Bill's dick hard into me. My hand tightened on my cock
and my pace became ragged and then my dick started to shoot. My ass
involuntarily clamped down on Bill's dick and my cum flooded the space
between us.

Then everything was still and silent except for our heavy breathing. Bill's
dick remained in my ass, not fully hard, but hard enough so that I felt it.
The cum on my chest was warm and slick. Bill lowered his body on mine
pressing the cum between us. He placed his lips on mine and I sucked his
tongue into my mouth like a hungry man. We intertwined our cum soaked
bodies and rolled around on the bed making out.

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