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That night we had round two, three and four. The journey to explore each other was interesting and the ride was fantastic. We enjoyed it immensely. It was only in the early morning hours, when the sun was trying to get through the curtains, that we fell asleep, exhausted but so satisfied. Jude was the perfect lover and I just hoped to be at the height of his expectations. I shouldn't have worried as we were having sex several hours in a row.
We also talked, not really that much as most of the time our mouths were full. Nonetheless, I was surprised to learn that Jude considered himself gay, except with his wife. You could expect a guy to be straight except with one lover, but I already knew Jude was not like everybody else. He admitted that all his questions about gay life and gay sex were just a way to know if we would be compatible in bed. Since the first day we met, during my interview, he had been lusting after me. He had talked it over with Lily. Yes, she knew his being gay and accepted him like he was. They truly loved each other and when Lily was pregnant of the first baby, they agreed on a few things and made solid promises that both respected to the fullest.
Jude stated clearly our positions business-wise and told me it was imperative that our private lives should stay separate from the professional side of our relationship. There was no way that both lives would interfere with each other. He also insisted vehemently that what we had, was sex for sex and that he had no intention at all to leave Lily and the kids. In a way, he asked me to not fall in love with him.
That made me think about the conversation I had with Carl, who advised me to have sex if I wanted, but to keep the lovemaking for one special guy when I would meet him. It made me realize that the border between sex and lovemaking could be very thin. In most circumstances, you knew before it even started if it was lust or love. With Jude that limit was in a blur. Despite being boss and employee, we also had that growing friendship and a huge respect for each other. That meant that our feelings for each other were not something like two strangers would have, nothing like a casual encounter. Jeez, we saw each other at least eight hours a day and that five days a week. What it all meant was that we both perfectly had to know where we were standing and what we could, or could not, expect from each other.
So, even after that crazy weekend of hot and passionate sex, we didn't change a thing in our lives. During office hours we acted as if nothing had ever happened. We had like a secret language at the moment we wanted the other to know we were horny. A discrete squeeze on the shoulder when looking over some figures on a computer screen or a very discrete scratch on the other's lower back. Here, in the South of the country, it is almost natural that people touch each other frequently. A handshake was not only a handshake as it often went with a touch of an arm, or a gentle tap on the shoulder. It wouldn't create a suspicion if Jude put his hand on my lower back.
Once Lily was back from her parent's house, we never had sex in their house anymore. I had my place where I could invite whoever I wanted. Mind you, I had not that many visitors and it was convenient when Jude wanted to drop by. He always sent me a message before arriving and respectfully asking if it was ok for him to come and visit.
Freddy was always eager to know how things went with my "boyfriend" as he liked to call Jude. I explained it a hundred times that what we had, was sex for sex, but he didn't buy it. He insisted that we had a connection most people would give their right arm for. If I had to believe him, Jude and I would end up living together and even get married. It was true that our sexual encounters got more and more frequent. At the start, it was just when Lily was out of town. Then it became a regular thing about one a month, becoming two times a month till it became once a week, most probably on Friday nights after we had a drink at "The Corner". My sex drive was going up after each of his visits and I soon realized I wanted more than just a once-a-week sex, being it with Jude or anybody else. I reached a state where I was constantly horny. A daily masturbation was not giving me satisfaction anymore. Jude was a fantastic lover and I couldn't enjoy more when he fucked me. Feeling him inside of me was incredible.
When it happened that Jude was out of town on a Friday, I couldn't help to cruise at "The Corner". Freddy knew it and was always on the outlook to match me with a nice guy. On one of these occasions, I met Bart, a guy who was quite attractive and with a brilliant mind and personality. We had that instant connection and it was lust at first sight. I was eager to get in his pants and there was no doubt he wanted the same. After a first drink together, he quite blatantly asked me if I wanted to go to his place or if I preferred mine. We ended up at his place, but... Our first kiss was a real disappointment. He didn't really open his mouth and didn't allow me to kiss like I liked so much, deep and passionately. For me, sex without kisses is like pizza without cheese! I suspected Bart would be perfectly happy if there were no kisses at all and that was not really my thing. Nonetheless, we went on and ended naked on his bed. My cock had problems getting hard without the appropriate kisses, and even more when I noted that Bart was staying completely flaccid. I tried my best to touch him, trying to excite him and used all my skills as cock-sucker to get him hard. He didn't. My efforts were useless. When he asked me to fuck him, my will to do so had disappeared. I got off of him.
-Bart, what is your problem? You don't seem to be excited at all.
-I am sorry Al, but the only thing I wanted was to get fucked. The kissing and the preliminaries are not my thing. The only thing I want is to feel a man inside of me, nothing else.
That was a real cold shower for me. If there is no kissing and not even preliminaries, I am not interested anymore. Sex is a complete act with the purpose that both parties enjoy it. He was not ready to give me any joy and consequently, I was not in the mood anymore. I quickly dressed and left his place, without spending a lot more words to it all. As sex had been a total disaster with Bart, I automatically thought about Jude who was the complete opposite. With Jude we could go at it for hours, without stopping and giving each other as much pleasure as possible in all available ways. As it was still early, I went back to "The Corner". When Freddy saw me coming in, he had a quizzical look on his face.
I gave him a summary of what had happened, insisting that a nice body and even a good personality, were not a guarantee for good sex. When in a mood like that, and certainly after failed sex, the tone of my voice tend to rise. I was not my usual discrete self anymore. Call it frustration or whatever you like, I expressed myself a little louder than normal. I even attracted some stares from other people. Some smiled, other's looked annoyed, some even showed some pity. One guy, who sat at the other end of the bar, stood up, came to sit next to me and asked Freddy to serve us another round of drinks. He then extended his hand and introduced himself.
-Hello, I am Jason, and I couldn't avoid hearing you. If you don't mind me saying, I agree wholeheartedly with you. Physical appearance and physical performance are not always directly related.
I looked at Jason. He was not what you can call a handsome man. Jeez, I've seen a lot of guys looking far better than he did, but he had a sparkle in his eyes that were his best feature so far. At first sight, he was not someone who took real care of himself. His messy hair looked like he had trimmed it himself, but failed in the attempt. The same with his beard that was irregularly shaven. It was obvious he didn't care about his appearance and even less his clothing, but... there was that sparkle in his eyes. He also had a deep, sensual voice and, strangely enough, a set of perfect white teeth that didn't match his general appearance.
-I can guess from your outburst that you had a failed sexual experience. Jeez, I know it can be frustrating. I had it a few times as well and didn't like it. I heard you mention the part where you expressed your hate of sex without kisses. I think that is the worst! Kissing doesn't mean that you are in love with the person, but at least it shows you enjoy the sex. It is a nice sign of gratitude for giving and receiving pleasure. I just love to have open mouth kisses, with dueling tongues. It really makes me going.
Hmmm... What do people say? Don't judge a book by its cover? The cover didn't look appealing, but the first sentences of the first chapter made me want to go on reading. He lifted his glass, showing me he wanted to toast.
-To the people who don't know how to act in bed, making us appreciating even more the ones who do!
I liked his attitude. I looked over at Freddy who shrugged his shoulders, feeling me in that simple gesture that Jason was not a regular customer and that he didn't know him. He left me to discover it all by myself and discovering I did. Under that tasteless appearance, there was a man hiding. A man who could talk about any and everything, who had a very good general knowledge about a lot of subjects. On top of that he possessed a good common sense, adorned with a good sense of humor. We talked for hours, not realizing we were the only ones left in "The Corner". Freddy had already tidied up the place and showed clear signs he wanted to shut down and go home. We paid our bill and went out, walking to nowhere and talking, talking and talking. Jason stopped next to an old van.
-I'm afraid I reached home, he said.
I didn't understand what he meant. I looked at the houses around me, but he tapped his hand on the old van.
-This is my home. It is the result of a very dirty divorce.
Oh my... Was Jason really living in that van? I couldn't believe it. I had heard about such situations and even seen some of them in movies, but it was an absolute first time I was face to face with it. What kind of reaction is the appropriate in such a case? I had no idea. Jason put his hand on my shoulder.
-Don't worry Al, I am getting used to it. I lost my job and that is not too bad because otherwise she would take that off of me as well. I do some odd jobs as to have at least some money in my pocket. Even this van is not mine. I guess you have a place to live, do you?
I nodded.
-If you allow a stranger to ask for a favor, would you mind it tomorrow I drop by at your place and at least have a shower? I didn't have one in several days.
-You don't have to wait till tomorrow. If you have any clothes that need to go into the washer, take them as well.
I told Jason to follow me with his van to my place. While I was at the steering wheel of my car, it downed on me that I had just invited a total stranger into my apartment, to have a shower and wash some clothes. I had to be out of my mind, but then again... I had invited guys for sex without knowing them either. The only difference was that this time I didn't do it for my sexual benefit, but to help someone. Did I take a risk? Yes, I did, but nothing more than bringing a hook-up home. I showed him where to park his van and parked my car in its usual spot. Going to the entrance to my building, Jason had a big plastic bag in his hand and I realized he didn't even have a suitcase. This was going beyond my understanding. How could someone, for whatever reason, leave someone on the street like this?
We entered my apartment and I showed Jason the bathroom, leaving some fresh towels, some underwear and a T-shirt. While he was showering, I selected his clothes by color and put a first load in the washer. It took Jason almost half an hour to come out of the bathroom, properly showered and shaved. He already looked a lot better and even started to be attractive. We sat down in the living room and I served us a glass of wine.
-Sorry to ask you Jason, and if it is too indiscrete, you just tell me. How on earth did you get in this situation?
-I'll try to make it as short as possible. My wife suspected that I cheated on her. She was right. The only ting was that she thought it was another woman, but it was a man. She went to cry her misfortune with her super rich dad who hired the best possible and extremely expensive lawyer. My wife got the divorce in record time, keeping the house and everything that is in it, the cars, the dog, the bank account ... well, everything. As I worked in her father's firm, I got sacked on the spot and here I am. I have no money as she had a bank proxy she emptied my account.
-And what about the man you were cheating your life with?
-As soon as he heard what had happened and that I was left without a penny, he just dropped me where I was. But please, don't worry for me, I will find a way to get back on my feet. I have always been strong and in my opinion nothing is really permanent, not even bad moments in life.
I admired his courage. We went on talking, not watching the clock, but we got tired anyway. I told Jason he could sleep on the sofa or share my bed.
-I promise I won't attack you in the middle of the night, I said.
-You can't attack me in the middle of the night for two reasons: first, because we are long past the middle of the night and secondly because I would be a willing participant.
That was an unexpected turn of events. We went to my bedroom and Jason immediately took off underwear and T-shirt, slipping between the sheets completely naked. So, I followed his example and undressed as well till I was in my birth suit. Just before I switched off the light, Jason put a finger on my chin, obliging me to look at him.
-Thank you!
And then he softly kissed me on the lips. You know I can't resist a good kiss. I put my hand in his neck and pulled him to me, returning the kiss full force, invading his mouth with my tongue. The response was immediate and passionate. Jason moved swiftly and was on top of me before I even realized it. I just love to feel the full weight of a sexual partner on me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and abandoned myself in his embrace. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but knew it was going to be good. If Jude had the gold medal in kissing, Jason was most certainly the silver medal. Jason was a slow grower, meaning I could feel his manhood getting bigger and harder while it was pressed against mine. It was a new and very pleasant sensation as in the past I had only felt already hard cocks against my body. Jason's cock was telling me he was building up the excitement, slowly, while discovering he was liking what we were doing. He gave me the feeling he was not only kissing me with his lips, but with his entire body. He didn't only concentrate on my mouth, but kissed my whole face, giving attention to my eyelids, my nose, my forehead before reaching my very sensitive earlobes. He introduced his tongue in my ears as if he wanted to wash them out, creating sensations I loved. While doing that, his hands roamed over my body, so lightly it seemed they were feathers, waking up every nerve ending on their way. It was so obvious that the wanted to give me as much pleasure as was humanly possible and he was succeeding pretty well. Under his touch, me body was alive... a lot. I didn't stay idle when he was doing that, reaching as far as I could with his body on mine that limited my movements.
I took his face in my hands, kissing his beautiful lips. Jason lifted his head and looked me intensely in the eyes. Our eyes were locked and suddenly none of us was moving at all. The stare we shared was profound, sincere and full of feelings. He was about to say something, but didn't but I understood that his heart was full of gratitude and yes, even more. It took me some time to understand that what Jason wanted was to make love and not having just sex. That we wanted it or not, we had connected in a very strong way in a very short time. I noted the difference when he kissed me again on the lips. The urge of something new had temporarily disappeared and made place for overwhelming and intense feelings. The kisses became softer but deeper, slower but filled with an incredible tenderness. As I said, all my nerve endings were awake, but Jason activated them even more with each caress.
When he started his travel, down my body, I knew the journey would be very tactile and sensual. His lips found their way from my collar bone to my nipples, kissing them, softly biting on them and by my reactions, Jason knew he had found a weak spot of mine, dedicating them even more attention and munching on them till they were as erect as my cock that started to hurt from hardness. He pursued his travel down, licking out my belly button before pressing his face in my trimmed pubes and caressing my shaft with his tongue, slowly but intensely. I looked down at what he was doing, anticipating every movement and enjoying them when he did. I saw him open his mouth wide, licking his lips before letting my cock enter it. The warm moisture was yet another fantastic sensation he was provoking. Twirling his tongue around my cock-head made me gasp for air. My cock disappeared and reappeared in and out of his mouth, each time glistening with his spit, giving it a surreal appearance o a shinning sword. I asked him to turn around so I could taste his mighty cock as well. I was so horny I couldn't care less about softly taking his manhood between my lips. I swallowed it up to the root, letting it invade my mouth and almost blocking any entrance of air. I had to withdraw a little to be able to breath, but my hunger for his organ was stronger and I wanted it to get into my throat. Having control on my gag-reflex, I wanted it to enter my mouth till his pubes were on my nose, giving me his subtle manly odor mixed with the soft fragrance of the soap he had used.
I was concentrated on swallowing him, but felt clearly what he was doing to me. He bathed my entire groin with his spit, swallowing my balls and letting them play in his mouth, exciting them with his expert tongue. I was so glad I shaved my balls on daily basis and his tongue on my smooth scrotum was doing marvelous things. Nonetheless, Jason had more ideas in his head and while I went on sucking his beautiful dick, he already went on his way to my ass, munching on my taint. He straddled my chest, pushing his ass in my face. He had the most beautiful puckered hole and I couldn't resist to dive into it and French kissing it. Meanwhile, he pulled up my legs, exposing my ass and taking advantage of the full access he got by doing that. I love 69-ing and even more when it is not only cocks, but asses as well. We were eating each other out and there was no doubt we BOTH loved it. Don't ask me how long we were at it, because time was not what we worried about. The intense pleasure we gave each other made us feel in another dimension where time and place had vanished completely.
Jason turned around once again, straddling my hips. He found the tube of lube and applied quite a good amount on his ass before pointing my cock at his private entrance. I thought he was going to sit down on it, softly and slowly, letting his ass adapt to my steel-hard cock, but he didn't. In one strong movement, he sat down completely in my lap. My cock entered him to the root in a split second. He screamed out loud. My God... that must have hurt! If he pushed a little more, my balls would enter his ass as well. He had to stay still for a moment and I felt his ass-muscles, clenched around my shaft very strongly. The grip of his muscles on my cock was amazing. It took him some time to relax after he raped himself on my manhood and eventually he did. I could feel it. He lifted himself up till just my cock-head was trapped by his sphincter. Than he brutally sat down again and my cock reached places inside of him that he probably didn't know he had. Those strong thrusts downwards must have rubbed his prostate as he produced even more precum that came out of his cock as if it was an open faucet. Thanks to his position and me bending over, I could just reach the tip of his cock between my lips and taste his clear fluid. Every time he lifted his hips, his cock-head entered my mouth enough for me to suck it and twirl my tongue around it. It seemed it was all a bit too much for Jason, feeling my cock in his ass and my mouth on his manhood. Suddenly it was not precum that I was tasting. He was shooting his load in my mouth and I was more than happy to drink it, swallow it and savoring each drop of it. When he was empty, he lifted himself completely, dropped on his knees and swallowed the cock that just an instant before was in his ass, sucking it in earnest and squeezing my balls as if he wanted to press my juices out of them. My orgasm was so close! I felt my balls retract in my nether regions, my heartbeat speeding up even more and my breathing was ragged till a last squeeze and an extra suck triggered my climax, giving Jason all my juices. He came up to my face and kissed me, sharing my juices with me.
We were too exhausted to get out of bed and shower. I finally switched off the light and we fell asleep in each other's arms...
To be continued...
This story will be interactive. This means that I wait to read your comments and see how YOU want the story to go... Let me know at amahy1957@gmail.com
Thanks to Rod, Pete and some others (you know who you are) for the ideas in this interactive story.