It started out as just kissing each other while we held each other tight. I don't remember consciously deciding anything, but at some point it stopped being gentle, loving kisses and became something much more powerful and drawn out. We were working each other's mouths open, biting lips, sucking tongues. There was a shift in the way we held each other. It seemed like a sudden change, like we were unexpectedly having sex again, but I'm positive that there had to have been some kind of build up.
Whatever the cause, we were in full passion mode. My hard cock was begging for some attention, but I slid down until I was between his legs and began sucking him off. He grabbed my head as I went all the way down on him and began fucking his way into my throat. As I said in yesterday's post, this man was not thin, and my oral activities quickly turned into a hard fucking of my throat muscles. As much as I knew, even then, that it was probably too much abuse for my mouth, I let him hold me down and face fuck me. A part of me didn't care that he was probably bruising me. There is a part of me that is and always will be a dedicated cocksucker. At that moment that part of me was in control and I was on his cock like white on rice.
When he finally let up I moved back up and said to him, "I'm going to fuck you again." He seemed somewhat worried or nervous but he also lifted his legs up for me. I remembered, however, the pain from the first time we fucked that night and I said to him, "Why don't we try a different position?" I had him get into doggy.
With his ass up and facing me I began to really eat him out, spreading his cheeks to get in deep. I tasted the load of cum I had left in him earlier and felt in on my fingers as I pressed them in. I kissed him with some of my cum and the flavor of his ass on my tongue, telling his to taste the two of us together. When I felt like his ass was ready for more abuse, I started to slide in.
There was just one strange problem I really have never encountered: He simply couldn't line up right with me. He hole was initially up higher than my cock, making the entrance angle bad. I tried to spread his legs to get him to lower down but he immediately arched his back and that just sent his ass back up. So I got off my knees and squatted, fucking his hole from that angle for a while. But due in part to the pain I had already subjected my thighs and hips to that afternoon, I couldn't keep that pace up in that position and I had to pull out and think things through.
Finally, I had him lay flat on the bed and pushed back into his hole. He was tensed up now, probably from being moved around too much. I think the bad angles added to his nerves and made him clench a bit. So I did a trick I actually recalled from my nights with Rob Steed of the Breeder's Journal blog: I spread his legs wide to open the hole, and then squeezed them together to make it tight and give me a good angle to fuck. Finally we were in business. I was able to fuck him relatively hard, and he was able to take my cock with only minimal discomfort. I began my litany of dirty talk again, not stopping until I was cumming in him. Shooting out my second load of the day.
Once again we cuddle after, though this time I was far from falling asleep. We talked about various things, about each other. Our talking was broken only by moments of making out and rolling over each other. As we talked and fooled around, I kept choking back something I wanted to say. I kept wanting to tell him that I had developed feelings for him. I wanted to say that I cared deeply for him, that I may even love him. But I couldn't, there was something stopping me.
This turned out to be a good thing. From our talk I learned that he feels the word "Love" to be very important, indeed. He seems to hold it to the same level as the word "Marriage." We talked about our ideas of open relationships, but he could not get around the thought that you should be totally satisfied by one person. He was brought up that you loved someone and married them and loved only them (a good Catholic boy, I found out). I tried to explain to him that I feel like I can love multiple people at the same time, and that I should be forced to love only one. He responded by asking how I would choose between the people I loved. I have never had my point so missed before in my life. But instead of explaining to him that I feel one should not have to choose, should not be restricted from loving whoever he wanted, I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't expect you to agree with me."
After that we kept talking and eventually started cuddling and kissing again. It was a bump in whatever kind of relationship we have, but one that was quickly smoothed over.
Soon he had me downstairs on his massage table, giving me another great working over. I was in heaven, loving his hands on me, totally proving the idea of Healing Touch. The massage had a happy ending, of course. I didn't fuck him this time because he ass was very sore from before. So instead I got a blow job and then shot my load over him, helping him by licking it off after. We then got up from the massage table and both our stomachs were rumbling loudly. We showered and playfully scrubbed the oils off of each other and dressed for dinner.
While we were waiting to order, he had to jump up from the table rather quickly and run to the bathroom. When he returned he explained that some of my cum had leaked out of his ass and he had needed to put some toilet paper in to stop it from staining his shorts. We both laughed at that for a while and continued laughing the entire meal. When we left I was amazed that it was already 8:30 at night; thirty minutes after I had left the last time I was with him.
When we got back to his place we had sex one last time before cuddling naked on his bed again. The sex had been just a rough as the first time, only without the fucking. He did, however, give me a hickey that I still have three days later. I gave him a few to pay him back.
It was so hard to leave him, but I knew that I had to. I wanted to stay, and he kept asking me to stay the night with him. But he had work the next morning and I had to get my mom's car back to her. There was no way I could stay. So he walked me to my mom's car, neither one of us wanting to stop touching the other. He pressed me to the car and passionately kissed me one last time, coming the closest he had all night to making me say, "I love you." But that conversation earlier stopped me. The fact that he had lived most of his life in long term relationships (first married to two women, then a fourteen year relationship with one man and a four year relationship with another) stopped me. How could I explain to him that I wanted to love him as hard as possible now, knowing that I was leaving soon and we would be cut off, possibly forever? How do you tell that to someone who doesn't want to believe in multiple loves? I want to tell this man I love him, but I didn't want to cause him that pain. I didn't want to make him plan for a relationship we don't have. So I simply waved good-bye and drove away. I'm planning to see him again, but I wonder how I will feel when I do. I worry.
And so I don't end this post on such a down note, here is proof of how thick his cock is. I could hardly talk the next morning.