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Getting Together

By: moonlite desire



She luxuriated in a bubble bath scented with lavender, her heart even now racing at the thought of finally meeting the One that had been there for her in the past 2 3/4 years. the One that she always seemed to come back to, and that through His actions showed that He cared. Today, she was going to meet Storm Sir, and she was terribly nervous, trying to calm herself. Thoughts raced through her head, the main one being what if He didn't like her in person, or the way she looked? She was worried about making a fool of herself, acting in an overly giddy way to the point of being totally ridiculous in His eyes. Storm's opinion of her mattered a great deal to her. She wanted this first meeting to be memorable for them both, for Him to enjoy being with her and finding her sexy. If she was honest with herself, she was also selfish enough to want Him to touch her intimately and have Him join their bodies, and more.

As she dried herself off, chelle reminesced, remembering how she first met Storm and the way even back then, He called her dear heart. She smiled, feeling that when T/they talked on the phone now, in some ways it was even more true then back then; that maybe now, it wasn't just words for Him. She closed her eyes, praying she wasn't deluding herself thinking that way, but based it upon His actions with her in the past. Storm always put her happiness in high priority, and was always accessible to her in one way or another. She never really felt that He had left her. Oh she would miss Him something fierce when they didn't talk or write, but He was never far from her thoughts. Nights were the hardest, because now, those times where she used to talk to Him online from home during the weekends were no more; her heart gave a sigh, wishing that that was still possible. 

Breathing deeply, chelle lectured herself, trying to remember that some things happened for a reason, yet unable to fully fathom the reason for this situation. Shaking her head to dwell on that unpleasantness any longer, she thought instead to the day ahead, and focused on the possibilities that lay ahead, to forge a better, stronger bond with Storm. Hope was in her heart, that He wouldn't be disappointed, and that her time with Him wouldn't be stilted. For all of her flirting with Him, she was a mess inside, hot, wet, nervous, excited. Gawd, the emotions this one Man elicited from her!

Chelle looked in the mirror one last time, surveying her efforts to look presentable, to feel sexy. The feel of the pleated skirt brushing along her bare bottom made her shiver with anticipation. Her mind couldn't help but remember what Storm said He wished to do to her once they left the restaurant: That He wanted to take her to an isolated spot, and push her over the hood of the car, entering her body from behind as He leaned over her and bit her on the neck and shoulders. Chelle's breathing altered as she saw it all in her mind's eye, and felt her pussy getting wetter. Dazed, she shook her head to regain her bearings and picked up a small gift intended for the Dominant that was preying on her, even now. She did a quick inventory, making sure she had everything with her before leaving. Time was precious, and she didn't want to waste it having to come back here and get something she forgot. Satisfied, she gathered her things and locked the door as she walked to her car in a hurried stride, anxious to finally come face to face with a very special Man.

Chelle pulled into the parking lot and turned off the ignition. Breathing deeply she was slow to leave the car. Her hands were tight on the steering wheel in a visible sign of nervousness. He was One that had been a great friend that had almost been her real life Master. This was One that had continually showed interest in her development as a submissive, that never thought she was stupid, that listened and answered her questions. Rememebring how Storm had always offered His support to her in whatever way He could, she calmed down and was able to breath more easily. Feeling more relaxed now, she was able to exit her car without falling over herself, and managed to walk up to the entrance door, opening it and walking to the seating area. She told the hostess whom she was meeting with and was led to a table where a Man with white hair sat. He lifted His eyes, and she was caught in His gaze, wanting to flee and yet so wanting to run to His side and never let go. His eyes undressed her, travelling down her body. She could feel some of His thoughts, and knew intuitively that He was timing how long T/they were to be staying within the establishment before He could have her to Himself. When His eyes came back up to hers, she felt singed by the lust in His eyes, and her body trembled visibly under His bold and possessive perusal. She noted the curve of His lips as He smiled in male satisfaction, felt His eyes focus on her breasts as they heaved faster, knew His gaze went to the racing pulse in her neck. Her lips parted of their own volition. In those short minutes, she felt bare, stripped, and had to check herself from crossing her arms ovet her chest in a vain effort to cover her body.

Her eyes sought His continually during this time, trying to read His feeling within them, wondering what else He thought of her, if she was pleasing to Him. Her eyes held His for a few seconds, before lowering quickly to look at the ground, as she bowed her head imperceptibly, deferring to Him and acknowledging Him as One that was Dominant to her, One that she felt submissive to. Her being ached to kneel before Him and present herself as she had always wished, as she had always written to HIm in past e mails, opening herself to Him so that He could see all of her in a very intimate manner, to look at His leisure and touch whenever He wished.

"Hello, My precious pet", He said huskily, His voice shimmering along her already sensitive body. Chelle had to close her eyes for a moment to not shake hard, as she felt a jolt of need zing south, heat gathering inside her pussy.

"Hello, Storm hon, Sir", she replied, wondering how much longer her control would last. She was responding to Him on a very raw level, but it wasn't all just physical. She wanted to kneel before Him and sit at His feet; she was drawn to this One emotionally, mentally. She had known Him for such a while now, that her nervousness was almost gone, replaced by an intense aching need to feel Storm's touch and hear His voice again. She needed to be able to see into His eyes, and not only see what He may or may not feel for her, but also to let Him see inside her soul, to show Him what He meant to her. She Yearned to be called pet, dear heart, wench, submissive- all these names He had called her in the past, she now needed to hear them verbally. She felt so much His already it should have scared her. She still was to an extent, and knew she always would be, for He would always try to push her, yet her spirit felt freer and more alive than it had in a long time. There was no substitute for that sort of a rush.

Storm invited her to sit down and on shaky legs she obeyed. He removed her coat from her shoulders, laying it in her lap. He cupped her cheek tenderly before pulling on her hair and yanking her head backward, possessing her mouth with hunger and passion. She felt the control just barely contained and shook within His hold, her body responding to His need as she sought to get closer, opening her mouth beneath His onslaught. They broke apart, breathing heavily, and with a wicked grin on His face, He lay the coat total over her lap and took her wrists in His hands.

"You will order what you wish to eat, dear heart, but I will feed you. We have talked about how this meeting would go, and You knew if we met that I would bind your hands. You liked the idea, or was I wrong? If so, speak up now, because they won't be released until I wish it." He kissed her hard and put her hands in her lap, pulling up the front of her skirt. She was ordered to hold the piece in between her hands, and He bound her wrists thusly, so that He could access her inner sanctum more readily. He nibbled on her neck, licking at the pulse on her neck and biting harder, just enough to leave teethmarks. Later, he told Himself, He would mark her later in other ways.

Ordering in her ear to open her legs and keep them open, He whispered in her ear how He is feeling, that He is getting hard with the scent of her essence so close and knowing that He can touch her as He pleases. As He talks, His hand travels over her stomach and plants His palm over her mound, feeling the proof of her desire for Him. Storm makes her read from the menu as He plays with her nether lips, delighting in the way her cadence of speech alters so, the catch in the voice, the loss of her concentration. His ego soared as she opened her legs a little wider for Him, and her wetness caressed His fingers.

He turned to a bag that was at His side, and took out a Ben wa ball, just visible enough so that she could see it. After all, this was a restaurant, and He had to be careful not to attract any undue attention. Yes, He wanted to tease her and test His dear heart some, but He also was not going to duly embarass her. This was just the first time, after all, that T/they had met. He wanted her to stay with Him as long as His time would allow. Too soon, He knew time would run out, and He would have to go back to Angel. He loved her, but He also cared for chelle, and missed having a submissive/ slave very much. It had been too long, and He wanted to savor this time together.

Throughout lunch, He watched her as they talked, taking in her expressions, watching her signs of arousal, smiling at her flushed face, loving to say things that would make her blush, since she seemed to blush so easily. She talked of how her work was going, brought Him up to date on her living situation, how her daughter was, and how Carl was doing with the child support payments. He shook His head sadly and with no small amount of anger, when He heard Carl had been real bad about paying.

In turn, He tried to enlighten chelle about His work, about some of the people that worked there, and how He loved to talk to her. His main regret was that He didn't have enough privacy to talk to her for long, or that she didn't have the time to call as often as she said she wished to. Storm fed chelle, teasing her senses, blindfolding her. All the while, He whispered in her ear how hard He was, what He wished to do to her, as He stroked her arms, her neck, her inner heat. Several times Storm kissed His pet, His lips possessive, hard and demanding, tender and soft. His beard tickled her, and she giggled once in a while. He would growl in mock anger, punishing her with nibbles on her neck, steadily applying more pressure. Chelle sighed, melting into His embrace, tilting her head to give her One more access.

"Please", she whispered huskily, her pulse beating noticeably in her neck. He wanted to sink His teeth into her flesh and leave His teeth marks on her.

"Please, what, My pet?" he asked. 

"Please. Sir, would You bite me on the neck once more?" "You like that, eh, dear heart?"

"Yes, Master", she replied, her voice catching. There was silence for a few seconds from His end, and she started tensing up, wondering if she had displeased him in some way with her request. It didn't hit her that she had called Storm Master, revealing to Him unknowingly that she had already given Him her submission, before He had even asked for it. This piece of knowledge shook Him. He was pleased she wished Him to be her master, that she felt so obviously close to Him. It also posed a new challenge: what to do with that knowledge? Should He seize it, take her and collar her, or should He once more send her away, encouraging her to seek Another Dom? That last thought didn't sit too well with Him. She was HIS, dammit! She had expressed such sentiments before, and there was a time when He was planning to spend time with her, before she had to leave Texas, leave Him.

He felt the conflict of following his heart, or following His head. In the end, the choice would have to be hers, but He felt as if by her accidentally calling Him Master, that she had pretty much already made up her mind Whom she wished to give herself to. At least subconsciously.

"Sir?" He was shaken out of his reverie and responded, answering that He was just thinking about something. When she tried to ask what, He kissed her hard and fierce, His emotions intense, transferring to her. They were both shaken by that kiss, breathing hard and fast. Chelle lay her head in the crook of His neck trustingly, her breasts rubbing against Storm's shirt with her breathing.

As if she could almost sense what He was thinking. She whispered brokenly, "Storm hon Sir- no matter what You do or don't do with me, with U/us, You will have my heart. I wished to submit to You a long time ago, and that hasn't really changed. Circumstances aren't exactly rooting for U/us, this one realizes, but I will always be Yours. I miss the daily e mails several times a day. I miss the Friday night chats we would have on AOL sometimes. I ache to hear Your voice. I ache when I DO hear Your voice. You make me ache, Master (not realizing that yet again she had addressed Him by such a title). My body responds to Your voice, and now to your touch as well as Your words. You make me feel better when I have spent time with You, and I can hear the change in Your voice when You say hello to me on the phone. I know You aren't unaffected.

Chelle let out a weary sigh, echoing from her spirit. "I know You want me to be happy, Sir, that You wish me to meet Others, and have a better chance of learning more about the lifestyle and growing as a submissive, into a slave, and as a woman. I need to ask You a question, though, Sir, if I may?" She waited for Storm's permission, plodding on before she lost her courage. Her heart was in her throat, making it hard for her to ask what was on her mind.

"Storm hon, Sir - Is it really Your wish to hear of me, to see me let Another touch me the way You have been? Is it really Your wish that I let Another place His collar around this neck and kneel before Him??? Please, do not answer now, but if You would,please let me know before we part?"

There was a pause, and chelle could feel the weight of her words being filtered through her Dear One's mind. She sighed inside, not really sure if she was brave enough to hear the answer. She was going with her instinct, laying herself on a limb, scared that He would send her away altogether. She needed him, and knew that at least to some extent, she did Him some good and made Him feel better. All she wanted to do right now was Hold Him close to her breast and stroke His head, easing His stress and making Him smile. She wanted Him to know and believe that He was special. She felt His hand cup behind her head as He placed a soft kiss on her hair. She raised her right hand to stroke her Beloved's face, smiling as His beard brushed against her fingertips.

Lunch ended after a lengthy time, and Storm slowly removed chelle's blindfold and her cuffs. He gave her instructions about going to the bathroom, telling her she was to remove the ball inside and bring it back out, washed, to be placed in His bag. Storm gave the girl 5 minutes, or He would come inside the bathroom Himself and place another ball in side her body, and she would have to hold both of them in, and walk out the restaurant. He smiled wickedly, part of Him wishing He would have to do as He said; His pet's body was already sensitive. He wondered if she would end up cumming inside the restaurant. Ahhh that would certainly give Him a valid excuse to spank her!! He knew she would be on time; however; she didn't want to have to walk out of the restaurant with both Ben wa balls inside her- not yet anyway, He corrected Himself, smiling as He plotted.

In that moment, whether He realized it or not, Storm had made a decision as to what He was going to do with chelle. It was just a matter of time now. Once He made up His mind about this, the consequences would be swift. Storm found Himself very impatient to get the feisty girl all alone.

He was right. Chelle came out on time. Storm escorted her to His car, and stood behind her as He traveled His palm over her front, massaging her breasts briefly, before resting on her lower abdomen.

"You will hold My hand inside you, pet, when I finally allow you to cum. You will have to ask Me to cum, never forget that. If you cum without permission, you will be punished. Is this understood, submissive?"

"Yes, Master", chelle replied shakily, her control in dire straits. She loved the tone of control in Storm's voice. Her body and mind were oh so aware of His nearness. She gasped sharply as He yanked her wrists in one of His hands, and pulled on her hair to tilt her head backward.

"Good. You will obey Me." It was not a question, but she understood that He still wanted her affirmation of His Dominance.

"Yes, Sir", she answered, lowering her eyes, trembling in His hold, "this girl will obey." When Storm loosened His hold, she did what she had been wanting to do since she first saw Him, and kneeled before Him, cognizant to keep her thighs together in such a setting. She did place her arms behind her back, however, and lowered her eyes and bowed her head in respect and deference for the One before her.

Storm petted her hair softly, whispering to her, "Good girl, pet."

"Thank You, Master", her words coming out naturally.

They drove to a secluded area, and had an after lunch snack, as they lay on the blanket. After awhile, chelle was told to remove her clothes for Him. During the time they were out there, she was to be accessible and nude for His viewing. She obeyed gladly, her body shaking with nerves, eyes darting around for any other people. He calmed her, assuring her that they were alone. Privately, He wouldn't mind another to be with them, but she needed to get used to being undressed around Him. One step at a time. She was skittish enough right now. He smiled, knowing it was her desire to please Him, that she wanted His touch and was aroused by Him. He was about to up the ante now. 

"This should prove interesting", Storm thought to Himself. He just watched her, not saying anything. He wanted to see how she would react. Chelle figeted under His bold gaze, shivered as she watched his eyes roam over her body possessively, proud that she made Him want her. Her need was great. She wasn't sure what He wanted her to do, so she did the thing that she hadn't been able to do properly in the restaurant lot: she knelt and parted her thighs wide open, placing her arms behind her back. Keeping her back straight, she held herself proudly before Him, baring her intimate parts to His eyes, knowing He could see her wetness glistening. In deep respect and in honor, she bowed her eyes and head, speaking softly.

"A girl greets You, Sir, and hopes that this offer pleasesYou." 

"Yes, it does, dear heart, thank you." He had her lay down and laid next to her, His now undressed body holding her close as His hands caressed and roamed as if they had all the time. Chelle thought the touch almost felt as if He ws claiming what was His, and felt as if she was coming home. His hands traveled further south, parting her legs wide for Him to touch as he wished.

"Stay open so I can see your pussy, precious."

"Yes Sir", chelle responded immediately. 

"You called Me Master several times. Are you aware of that?" He asked of chelle.

"No, Sir, I wasn't, but..." "But what, dear heart?" "It- please don't laugh or anything- but it just felt right. It's just the way I felt. The way i feel." He blindfolded her once more, and commanded her to lay on her right side, with her arms above her head. She was instructed to not move, or talk.


Getting Together



Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

===

"This is why I don't come to office Christmas parties," I thought to myself as I stood near the photocopier feeling awkwardly self-conscious and uncomfortable.

I was trying to look as casual I could, exchanging half-hearted pleasantries with guys from different departments who I barely knew, and trying desperately to spot Cameron through the throngs of tedious people.

There was an air of forced joviality about the event, almost like one would imagine Christmas day at a concentration camp. Someone had set up a portable CD player to play a tinny compilation of god-awful Christmas hits from years ago; the sort of painful songs that would have been mercifully long-forgotten if they hadn't referenced Christmas and weren't churned out on the radio year after year.

I noticed quite quickly that Matt Strickson was nowhere to be seen. He probably wouldn't be seen dead at something like this, with its paper cups full of cheap fizzy wine and hastily arranged bowls of multipack crisps and nuts.

Somebody tapped me on my shoulder.

I turned around and saw Cameron smirking at me. Thank God.

"You made it, then," he observed.

"Yes... and I'm having so much fun." My sarcasm was blatant enough for him to laugh.

"Give it time, it soon warms up."

My expression probably told him I was far from convinced.

"I've got someone to introduce to you," he went on, "although I think you already know him."

He grabbed my arm and guided me through the crowds of people across the room and out into the corridor.

He tapped another guy on the shoulder and Bradley Russell, the IT technician, turned around. He grinned at me in that slightly geeky way he had and whoever he had been talking to, perhaps about he and his girlfriend's imminent baby, took the opportunity to make a bid for freedom.

At first I thought Cameron must just be offering me a familiar face talk to, but it quickly became clear that our introduction was rather more significant.

"You already know Bradley, of course," Cameron smiled. I hoped to God he hadn't told him about the time he'd caught me with my nose pressing into his backside when he'd been on all fours under my desk fixing my printer.

Bradley winked at me, and that was the first clue I had that this wasn't a purely social introduction. "I know Rob... yeah, I know Rob well."

"Well, you guys have no idea how much you have in common," Cameron said with a grin.

We looked at each other, and recognition probably slowly dawned on my face.

"But I can see that now you do," Cameron chuckled. "I'll leave you to it. Enjoy yourselves... and... well... let me know how it goes!"

He wandered back into the busy room where the music was playing, and Bradley and I just gawped at each other. He had a half-grin on his face and maybe I did too.

I didn't know what to say: I had no idea. This bloke was a lot younger than me -- would I be attractive to him? Would he want to be sexual with me?

Bradley broke the silence. "D'you wanna go outside? I could murder a fag, and... you know... it'll give us a bit of space..."

I nodded and followed him downstairs and out through reception into the little courtyard outside the front of the building. We sat on the edge of one of the concrete planters, with overgrown shrubs jabbing into our backs.

Bradley took his cigarettes out of his jacket and lit one up. Before putting them away he asked, more through politeness, "You don't smoke, do you?"

I shook my head.

After inhaling a long drag and blowing it out slowly, he said, "Cameron said he was going to introduce me to someone, but I had no idea it would be you."

I nodded, smiling over at him. "Same here."

"I'm guessing that the fact he introduced the two of us means we're into the same things?"

"I would assume so."

He looked over at me, taking another draw on his cigarette. "Well, I'd better make something clear..."

I thought he was going to tell me that I wasn't his type or that I was too old for him or something, but he surprised me by continuing, "Whatever happens has to be completely for fun. No strings, no nothing. Just a one-off get-together with nothing more to it."

I nodded again. "That's fine with me, Bradley. That's exactly what I want too."

"I mean," he said quietly, "me and Stacey have a baby on the way and we're talking about getting married soon after that. So anything on the side has to be... you know... totally low-key and strictly on the quiet."

I smiled over at him. "I fully understand, Bradley. And I'm in exactly the same boat... I mean, I haven't got a baby on the way... well, I hope not... but I'm seeing a woman and I wouldn't want her to know that sometimes I get together with other guys."

He nodded and took another long, deep drag from his cigarette. The packet had said they were lights; from the way he was smoking them, he seemed determined to extract every speck of nicotine from them.

"So, do you want to hook up, then?" he asked. "With me, I mean?"

I smiled at him getting straight to the point. If only he could be so brisk with his IT work: the computer network would run far more smoothly.

"I didn't want to assume," I replied. "I mean, I'm a bit older than you and --"

"I'm not interested in that," he cut in. "Like I said, it'd be just for fun. It doesn't really matter how physically similar we are, or whether we make a good couple, does it?"

I shrugged. "Not to me."

"It'll have to be at your place, though," he said. "I've got a flat, but... well... you know... it could be a bit tricky."

"That's fine," I agreed, mindful of the perils of girlfriends with their own keys. "I'd kind of assumed as much."

He stood up. "Well, if we're gonna do this... we might as well get going. No point going back in there, is there?"

Christ -- he was quick! I wondered if he already had a hard-on he needed me to attend to.

"You mean, you want to come over to mine tonight?" I asked.

He nodded. "Would that be okay?"

I smiled. "Yes, of course. It's just that... well... this is actually my first time at having a guy come back to my place, actually. My first time in having sex -- I mean, full sex -- with another man, to be honest. It just seems a bit quick, but I'm guess I'm more used to having to jump through all the courtship hoops with women before they're willing to come home with me."

Bradley laughed. "Yeah, it doesn't quite work like that between blokes, Rob. That's part of the appeal."

I smiled, pleased that we could dispense with so much unnecessariness, and then he queried, "So it's your first time... you know... going the full way?"

I nodded. "I've rimmed a guy and been rimmed myself, but no -- so far, I haven't gone further. Is that a problem?"

He shrugged. "Not to me, no. I guess you'll be wanting to give some other stuff a go, though, will you?"

Christ, he was well up for it! His cock must be rock hard in those trousers of his!

I smiled again. "Yeah. Very much so."

"Well, that sounds fine with me, then," he said with a grin.

I thought back to the time he'd been under my desk. He'd had a nice arse -- a little bit feminine for my tastes, perhaps -- and the suggestion of a nice, big pair of balls hanging down between his legs.

I rather liked the fact he might have an erection at the prospect of coming back to my place. If he was desperate for sex, that was something I could relate to. He was a bloke, after all: that kind of thing happens to us.

After the shenanigans that I'd gone through with Debbie the previous night, the prospect of tending to a younger guy's hard-on was attractive in its simplicity. I could suck him, he could wank himself while I was rimming him, he could take me from behind or I could let him rim me... the possibilities were refreshingly straightforward and practically endless.

The best part was that it was going to be purely sex between the two of us without any emotional baggage being attached to it.

"I left my jacket in my office," I said. "If you give me a minute, I'll meet you in the car park. You can drive behind me... follow me home."

"Actually, could I have a lift? I cycle into work but I'll leave the bike here."

I nodded, feeling pleased he was a cyclist: his arse was likely to be nicely muscular. "No problem."

I left him waiting for me outside the front door and darted back into the building. This was going to be a good night.

Thank you, Cameron! I owe you big.

===

As we were pulling out of the car park, I asked Bradley how his interest in other men had developed.

"Me and my brother used to wrestle and fun fight together when we were kids," he explained. "It started out innocently -- just boys being boys -- but when we were in our mid-teens, after puberty had kicked in, it kind of developed into something more..."

Bradley seemed to want to leave the story there, the outcome just hanging in mid-air, but I wasn't going to let him tease me like that.

"Come on, you've got to elaborate a little," I encouraged him, as I waited for a gap in the evening traffic on Rockingham Road.

He smiled. "It's a bit weird, though... you know... with the two of us being brothers..."

I shook my head, pulling out onto the main road. "I don't think it's weird at all. I think it's very sweet and very natural, actually. I only wish my relationship with my brother had been closer."

Bradley nodded. "It started out completely accidentally, if you can believe that. We would wrestle on the floor of my bedroom and we used to try and get our bums in each other's faces. Just joking around, like lads do.

"I wouldn't say I deliberately chose to lose, but I used to love having Garth's bum in my face... for some reason I really liked his smell back there."

He glanced over at me a little sheepishly, as if his confession might shock me, but I just smiled and nodded.

We both knew that Cameron had introduced us for a reason. And now it was clear what that reason was.

"Bradley," I said, as reassuringly as I could muster, "I only wish I'd discovered how amazing guys 'smell back there' in my teens. For me, the discovery came way too late. But go on, what happened next?"

"I'd set it up so he'd think he was getting the better of me and would let him pin me down and rub his backside up and down against my nose"

"What were you guys wearing when you did this?" I asked, slowing the car as the lights ahead changed from green to amber.

"We mainly did it around bedtime, so we'd be in our underwear or in our pyjamas. I really loved the smell of his underwear -- the briefs he'd worn all day -- and it really excited me to have my face pressed into them, right between the cheeks."

He paused and I smiled. Sensing he needed some encouragement to continue, I said, "You don't know how lucky you are to have been so physical together."

Bradley nodded and went on. "Well, we started getting hard-ons -- it was kind of funny to both have stickie-out dicks when we were rolling around together -- and I suppose then I realised that Garth was enjoying what we were doing just as much as I was. That he actually liked having my face down there and that we were both getting hugely turned on by it.

"One evening, when we were messing around, Garth took our game a step further by pulling the back of his pyjamas down when he was straddling me, and then pushed his naked arse into my face. He was already quite hairy and I was completely overwhelmed by his smell -- excited way beyond what I might have expected.

"I started licking him -- I couldn't help myself -- and all the time he was laughing and grinding his butt-crack into my face. I pushed my tongue between his cheeks and he sort of yelped and grabbed my head and shoved my face more firmly into his splayed bum. Before I knew it, I was pushing my tongue into him... deeply... so desperate to taste him. Pushing it right up inside him... you know?"

I nodded, pulling away as the lights changed back to green. "The first time I did it had a similar effect on me."

"I was so turned on," he said, "that my cock must have been poking out from my pyjama fly, probably harder than it had ever been and sopping wet."

"Did you need to masturbate?" I asked. "I found I had to... I was compelled to."

"It didn't occur to me to masturbate," Bradley went on. "Garth's smell... the taste of his arse... completely blew me away. I wasn't really in control. Which maybe explains what I did next..."

He hesitated, again needing encouragement, so I nodded across at him, keeping my eye on the road through the fine drizzle that had started up.

"I wriggled away from him but I guess Garth thought we were going to keep wrestling. We struggled against each other and I must have ended up behind him... with him bending over. The back of his pyjamas were still pulled down... his arse was slippery from my mouth... my cock was still rock hard and poking out of my fly, dripping with precum. Well... you can probably do the math..."

"Ah."

"Exactly. Ah."

He stared across at me as I drove through the town, perhaps searching in my expression some sign that I might be shocked or disgusted by his implicit admission.

I just nodded my understanding and conveyed, I hope, my belief that what he'd done had in no way been sordid or unnatural. I wanted to smile, to show him my acceptance and encouragement, but I thought it could be misconstrued so I kept my face impassive.

"Was Garth upset?" I asked eventually.

Bradley chuckled. "No, he was loving it. He was pushing his bum against me... kind of riding me... laughing and gasping. If he'd have been have upset, I'd have stopped."

"So what happened next?"

"Well, we didn't last long... I just grabbed his shoulders and bucked my hips back and forth as fast as I could. I knew what I was doing -- we both did -- but we couldn't stop ourselves. We were like a couple of rabbits... a few frantic seconds... a frenzy of thrusts... and it was all over."

"It might have been brief but it sounds pretty intense," I ventured.

"It was. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life. The smell of his arse as I went for it... that incredible smell of sex between guys the first time I experienced it... it just blew me away. I didn't even care that my bedroom door was wide open. I mean, if my dad had happened to look in... well, it would have been pretty obvious that we weren't just wrestling."

I chuckled, although I wouldn't have liked being in the father's shoes on catching his two sons in such an indecorous position. It was bad enough walking in on Jake enjoying his solitary pleasures.

"What happened afterwards?" I asked.

"We needed to get cleaned up as quietly as we could. Garth desperately needed the toilet after what I'd left inside him, and I fished around for some fresh pyjamas for him."

"Fresh pyjamas?"

"The front of his was soaking wet and sticky. Like I said, he'd enjoyed what we'd done just as much as I had."

"Ah, right."

"Later that night, after bedtime, Garth sneaked into my room and got into bed with me. He didn't say anything but I knew what he wanted. I rolled over onto my front and let him do his thing."

"And what was 'his thing'?"

"The same as I'd done to him, pretty much. He licked me 'til he got really horny, and then got on top of me and pushed himself into me. Within a few dozen frantic creaks of my bed -- the two of us grunting and gasping like a couple of tennis players -- he'd finished off. We both had, actually."

"More hunting around for fresh pyjamas?"

Bradley smiled. "After a couple of nights, supplies were running pretty short."

"A couple of nights? It continued?"

"Of course it did! We were a couple of horny lads who'd discovered something that felt amazing to us both. We didn't know we were doing anything wrong."

"How could it be 'wrong' if it wasn't doing anyone any harm?" I insisted. "I've realised over the last few months that what's 'wrong' and what's 'right' isn't always so clear-cut."

He nodded. "We discussed what we both thought of it, years after we started and we were still doing it... not every night but pretty regularly. We talked about the whole 'incest' thing, the rights and wrongs of it. And we decided that since it felt so natural to us and that it wasn't affecting our relationship as brothers, we'd keep doing it."

"You guys are so lucky to have such a closeness," I commented as I pulled onto the dual carriageway.

I wondered how many other pairs of men who are similarly close to one another enjoy a secret sexual dimension to their relationship. I felt it must be far more common than one would suspect.

"These days we don't see each other so much. Garth moved to London and neither of us gets the time to meet up like we used to. I guess that's why I sometimes hook up with other men: if Garth was around maybe I would have just continued doing stuff with him."

"Obviously your girlfriend doesn't know about any of this?" I asked.

"Of course not!" he chuckled. "It's not like it's any kind of threat to what we have together... it's just an occasional thing I do... me and other straight men who share whatever weird sexual quirk I happen to have."

"Weird sexual quirk?"

"Well, I'd count myself as straight -- one hundred percent so, actually -- and I love my girlfriend to bits, but I can't help the fact that I love the smell and the taste of a guy's arse. I can't explain why, but I do. It's got nothing to do with shit, though; I should make that clear... I'm not into that at all."

Bradley looked over at me, no doubt wanting to make sure that the line he'd drawn was in no danger of being crossed.

I smiled over at him. "Don't worry, Bradley. I know exactly what you mean, and it goes for me too."

"It's a bit strange that the smell of shit disgusts me... I mean, public toilets can make me retch... and yet I get so turned on by having my face down there... sniffing and licking a guy's arse-crack. And the smell of having sex with another guy -- that really distinct, totally unique, whiff of a cock pumping another bloke's arse -- well... it's right off the scale!"

I nodded. "I love the earthy whiff from the back of a man's underwear and the stronger, seedier scent from inside his arse crack and around his hole -- and, to be honest, I can't wait to have sex with another man -- I mean... you know... full-on sex -- to find out how amazing it smells when we do it."

He beamed back at me, as if pleased to have found a fellow connoisseur of the male rear.

"Believe me, mate," he asserted, "from what you've said, you'll fucking love it! The whole buzz you get from connecting with another bloke like that..."

Pulling onto my estate, I smiled back at him. "I must admit, the idea of that excites me a lot. Four months ago I wouldn't have dreamed I'd be having this conversation, letting alone contemplating actually having... you know... penetrative sex with another man."

"It really is amazing, Rob!" he extolled. "Totally fucking hot! You'll have never done anything like it!"

I smiled more broadly. "It sounds like we're pretty compatible."

"Yeah, I think we're a pretty good match. Cameron's usually pretty astute about this kind of stuff."

I turned right onto my cul-de-sac and, pleased to have established that anal sex was on the cards for one or both of us, asked him, "Did you ever try rimming your girlfriend?"

He shook his head. "That's another weird part of it. It has to be with another guy. The idea of doing it with a woman just doesn't do anything for me. There's something about the male smell, I guess."

I nodded. "Yeah... I've never been attracted to doing it to a woman, either. I'd be curious about a woman doing it to me, but I don't think it's something I'd feel able to ask for."

"It's not just another guy's arse smells," he went on. "His cock and balls can smell really good... his sweatiness... his armpits... his feet... the smell of us both when we're having sex, whichever way round we do it... it's all really intense and erotic."




Getting Together



"It sounds very different from making love with a woman," I commented, pulling the car into my drive.

"You can't compare it," Bradley agreed. "It's sex on a totally different level... not necessarily better... just completely different."

I nodded, thinking back to how I'd sustained an erection after making love to Debbie; some part of me needing additional stimulation.

I stopped the car and glanced over at him. "Are you ready for this?"

He smiled. "Absolutely!"

As we got out of the car he asked me if I was ready.

"I think so," I said, flicking the remote control to lock the doors. "It feels a bit weird, but I think I'll be okay."

I glanced over at the house opposite, and saw my neighbour Paul in his window watching me. I nodded over at him and he threw me a thumbs-up, which struck me as slightly odd.

To him, it would just look like I was having a mate to stay over with me: a few drinks together in front of the telly and then a few hours' kip on the sofa-bed for Bradley. He would have no idea that Bradley was my 'date' for the night; that, when my own bedroom light clicked on, it would be the two of us men getting undressed together in the room, preparing to couple up for homosexual sex on the bed I'd once shared with my wife.

I let Bradley into the house and we went through to the kitchen. As I was fishing him a beer out of the fridge, I asked him "Do you guys still get together? You and Garth?"

"Yeah... sometimes. Not often, but it happens. The last time was a couple of years ago -- the night before his wedding, actually."

I opened his beer and fetched a glass from the cupboard. The cat was glaring over at me from his bed near the back door, no doubt infuriated that I'd had the cheek to bring a stranger into the house without prior notice.

"Three of us were sharing a room: me, him and his best man -- a bloke he was friendly with at work. We were all pretty rat-arsed when we turned in for the night and at like two or three o'clock in the morning, I woke up to find Garth in my bed with me.

"We started messing around together -- I figured Garth wanted one last night of fun while he was still a bachelor or something -- and took turns sucking each other's cocks under the duvet. Brad -- the mate of Garth's who was his best man -- was out for the count and snoring."

He took a long, grateful drink from the glass I had given him, and I could see that it would, very soon, need refilling. It was a good job I'd bought in a couple of boxes of beer.

"It wasn't until we were actually at it," he went on after wiping the froth from his top lip, "that the other guy woke up and I realised we were being watched."

"'At it'?" I asked, pouring myself a glass of wine.

"Yeah," Bradley said. "Garth was on all fours on the bed and I was behind him, rimming him. We were both really into it, working up a nice rhythm together with his hips and my tongue, and it was probably the noise of the bed frame creaking that woke him up."

I smiled, taking a drink from my wine. Christ, it was sharp; must have been a cheapie.

"How did you know he was watching you?"

Bradley grinned. "I heard Garth say, 'It's alright, mate. You're just dreaming,' and I looked up from his backside and saw the other guy staring at us."

I chuckled. "What did you do?"

"I thought Garth might want me to stop -- we'd never done it in front of an audience -- but he just smirked and said, 'Come on, climb on board, mate! Show him what brotherly love looks like!'"

I smiled at him, intrigued by the scenario. Imagine waking up, half-drunk, the night before a wedding to find the groom and his brother going at it on the bed next to yours. Before a few months ago, I'd have probably been shocked. Now I would want to join in.

"So did you? Climb aboard, I mean..."

Bradley laughed. "Of course I did. There was something really hot about doing it in front of another guy. Performing for him, showing off..."

"Weren't you worried he'd tell people?"

Bradley shook his head, downing the rest of the beer. "I knew Garth wouldn't have been so up for it if he'd have had any worries about that. And, besides, who would have believed him? The groom getting his arse licked by his own brother, and then being shagged by him...? They'd have thought it was some sort of pre-wedding piss-take by the two of us."

I passed him another bottle from the fridge. I hoped he wasn't going to get so pissed he wouldn't be able to perform. He was, like me, quite a thin guy: the alcohol would go straight to his head.

"In any case," Bradley went on as he poured the beer into his glass, "he wasn't going to tell anyone, because, as he was watching us, his duvet started thumping up and down. So he wasn't exactly innocent himself."

He picked up his glass and took it out into the hallway. He stood at the foot of the stairs, waiting for me to lead the way for us to go up to my bedroom. It seemed like he'd had enough of the preliminaries and was eager to get started.

I walked out after him and pretended I hadn't noticed what he was waiting for and, instead, gestured for him to go into the living room. I didn't feel ready for this yet: maybe I needed a couple more glasses of wine to loosen me up.

He looked mildly dissatisfied that I was stalling things, but went into the room and sat down on the couch. I followed him in and sat in the armchair that Jake normally sits in. If Bradley had been a woman I'd have probably sat alongside him, hoping the two of us would soon be snuggling up together and our hands would start exploring each other, but as he was a man it wouldn't have seemed right.

"How do you meet other men to hook up with?" I asked him after we'd both taken a drink from our glasses; me more of a sip, the wine was so sour.

"What have you tried so far?" he asked. His legs were wide open and I wondered if he always sat like that with them splayed -- a lot of men do -- or whether he was trying to let me know that he was available. There the suggestion of a raised mound in the front of them which could have been his wallet but could equally have been his hard-on: perhaps he was showing me that he was ready for my services.

"I've found it quite difficult," I told him as my gaze drifted upwards from his crotch to make contact with his piercing stare. "You're the first guy I've actually had back with me, although there's a couple who've... well... expressed an interest, shall we say."

"Well, in my case I meet guys through friends of friends, mainly," he revealed, leaning forwards to take another drink from his glass. "Once you get to know a few guys who are into this, you get introduced to others. Because it's just sex, you try different guys to find out who does the stuff you most enjoy. It's not like any of us have to be loyal or faithful to each other."

I nodded. "So if you find a guy who you're compatible with -- sexually, I mean -- do you get together more regularly with him?"

"Sometimes, I guess," he nodded, holding his glass with one hand and using his other to adjust the mound his crotch was making. He did it the same way that I would if I was developing an uncomfortable hard-on, except that I would usually be more discreet about it. He watched me as he fiddled with himself: he wanted me to know that he was aroused down there.

For some reason I remembered sitting in this exact spot the night my ex-wife and I moved into this house and we'd come downstairs from putting Jake to bed. Back then, I was hoping that Linda would want us to christen the house by letting me have sex with her before we slept: it seemed bizarre that the man sitting opposite me right now was having similar thoughts about me.

"I've got together a few times with a bloke called Pete from over near Rothwell," Bradley told me. "He's into the same stuff as me and what we do together works for both of us. But it's not like we're big mates or anything. I mean, we're not actually that friendly and if it wasn't for the sex, I'd have absolutely nothing in common with him."

"It makes sense, but it's still pretty new to me," I said, watching him gently toying with his erection through his trousers. "I like the idea of getting together with a guy regularly, but I think I'll need to get on with him. I'll need to enjoy spending time with him." 

Bradley shrugged, and took his fingers away from the obvious rod of his cock. "You say that now, but once you've been around a bit, you'll probably grow to feel -- like I do -- that it's a purely sexual release and all the rest of it doesn't really matter."

He shifted his position slightly on the sofa as if to make it blatantly clear, if it hadn't been already, that his cock was hard. I could almost see the outline of it -- and it looked to be of a similarly generous stature to my own -- throbbing through the material of his trousers.

"I mean," he went on. "If you enjoy a guy's company, you do stuff together like... you know... having a drink around each other's houses. But if it's sex you're after -- and that's definitely what I'm after -- then why fanny around? Why not just get down to it?"

He held my gaze with his blue, steely eyes. He wanted to use me for sex: that was, as far as he was concerned, all there was to our get-together. It was sex he'd come round for and he was clearly impatient for me to start serving it up.

All this getting-to-know-each-other crap -- that was just a means to an end. The only thing that mattered was that his cock was aching for some attention and it was me he was expecting to provide it.

So this is what it's like to have a horny bloke in the house, I thought. I wondered if I had been so unashamedly demanding towards my ex-wife and other women when I'd been a similar state of arousal.

He put his hand back on the mound he was making in his trousers and stroked it, as if wanting to make unequivocally sure that I'd understood his meaning.

"I mean, if you've brought a guy round for sex," he said, holding my gaze, "why not do just that?"

He wanted to fuck me. He was hard, he was horny, and I happened to sitting on the thing he saw as his reason for being here.

It suddenly seemed to me that we had reached this point far too quickly. I had the abrupt sensation that I was being hurried into something I wasn't yet completely ready for: I wasn't sure I would be able to give him what he so overtly wanted from me.

At work, Bradley had always seemed so guilelessly affable when he'd come to fix my computer. Now he was staring at me with an intent that seemed almost aggressively lustful; fondling an erection that could well be expecting a lot more than I could deliver.

I took a sip from my drink -- Jesus, where the hell had I bought this crap from? -- and said, with a timorous smile, "Look, Bradley -- remember this is my first time bringing a guy home with me. I've never had a bloke expressing himself so... well... sexually towards me."

Bradley took his hand off his cock and seemed to realise that his blunt approach, which he might be used to adopting with other men (but not, I dare say, his girlfriend), was proving too alarming for me. In male-to-male coupling, such frank and forceful posturing might be the norm, but it didn't sit at all comfortably with me. Not just yet, anyway.

He took a long drink from his beer, finishing it off, and I went to fetch him another, as well as a different bottle of wine for myself, from the fridge.

I was starting to think that I wanted to get out of this; wondering whether it would it would be totally implausible if I were to make an excuse about needing to pick Jake up or something. If I backed out so transparently, how would I be able to face Bradley at work? At the very least, I'd never be able to phone for IT support again.

As I handed him his drink, I noticed he was sitting in a rather more respectable position and his well-built bulge had been concealed among the folds of his trousers.

I thought he might be about to ask me if he could call a taxi; had perhaps decided I wasn't worth the effort and was giving up the chase. 

Instead, though, he asked, "So who are these men who've 'expressed an interest' in you, as you put it?"

Pouring myself some wine from the new bottle, I told him, very briefly, about what had happened with the AA man and my informative chat with the Assistant Principal from Jake's college.

"Do you think they'll call you and arrange to come round?" he asked.

"I don't see why not," I replied, sitting back down. "They both seemed quite keen."

"It's a huge step, though, to actually phone a guy for sex -- especially if they're both new to it. I think the teacher might, but the AA guy... I'd be surprised if he did."

"He was kind of cute," I said, taking a sip of the new wine, which was far more palatable. "If he doesn't contact me, I've got his number somewhere so I'll probably give him a call."

"I don't really think of guys as cute," Bradley mused. "I mean, if a bloke is into having sex with other blokes, that's pretty much all I'm interested in."

"I think other men can be cute," I said, wondering if I might be a few notches closer to the gay end of the male sexual spectrum than Bradley evidently was. "Don't you find some things about men attractive?"

Bradley smiled. "Of course. But it's the physical part of a man that I like, not the man himself. I mean, in your case, I mentioned to Cameron -- once we knew the score with each other -- that I thought you'd have a big cock. I guess that's why he fixed us up."

"You like big cocks?" I asked.

"Very much so," he grinned. "Me and my brother were both pretty well-endowed. I think that's why I like a guy who's big down there. You know, what you get used to..."

I smiled back at him, pleased that he might like what I had between my legs. "Well, I don't think you'll be too disappointed on that score."

"I could see the way you fill your trousers," he chuckled. "I knew the two of us could have a good time."

We smirked at each other and I felt rather titillated by the thought that he'd been checking me out at work. After what I had endured with Debbie the previous evening, it seemed wonderfully refreshing to have my genitals admired, especially by a similarly-endowed younger man.

"So what was it about me that caught your eye?" he asked. "I assume Cameron must have spotted you checking me out in some way."

"That day you were on the floor in my office and Cameron walked in on us, I had my nose rather close to your bum," I revealed. "Very close, actually. Very, very close."

He laughed. "And did you like what you smelled?"

"Not really," I conceded, enjoying how his eyebrows darted upwards in surprise. "It was early on a Monday morning and I guess your trousers had been fresh on. I mean, I've nothing against the smell of Persil, but it wasn't what I'd been hoping for."

He took another long swig from his beer and then stood up and walked over to me.

He must have figured that I might be a man who was more easily seduced by a physical approach, because he turned around and showed me the back of his trousers. His bum looked nice, making two pert mounds against the black material, and my cock stirred a little, as if it had suddenly remembered why Bradley had been invited round. 

"It's late Friday now," he informed me. "They've been on all week. Do you want to have another sniff... same place as last time?"

I smiled, sensing that this approach might well yield more fruit. "It would make an interesting comparison."

He stepped back towards me so that his arse was close to my face and I leaned forwards, pressed my nose into his crack, right where I'd sniffed him when he'd been on all fours on my office floor.

He said, "You want to be a bit lower down, mate," and I pushed deeper between the tops of his legs so that my chin was touching his thighs.

"Yeah," he muttered, "just about there." He leaned forwards slightly so I could inhale from the hemline that had spent the week nestling between his bum-cheeks, wondering how many times it had been pulled upwards with his underwear to rub against his hole.

Unlike when I'd taken a furtive sniff of him in my office, the material of this most concealed part of his trousers was now alive with his own expression: infused heavily with his strongest, most animal of odours and almost seeping with its sheer, unembellished potency. I pushed in lower, snorting at the material to draw out the full force of his flavour. I could feel the raised pucker of his anus against my lips through his trousers and underwear: this was a man who had the hole I fantasized about having myself -- large and well-used; bloated and inviting. The scent around the circular mound of his protruding ring was base and fascinating and I felt my spine tingling with excitement as my nerve endings crackled.

He pressed his arse into my face and I gasped as I worked myself forwards between his firm buttocks, desperate to take in more of him and to get my nose as close as I could to the enticing mound of his well-worked entrance.

He called out, "Maybe this'll help, mate," and I heard his belt unclasp and his fly unzip before he yanked his trousers down. His undershorts were tight and garishly-coloured, a rainbow of stripes in lycra, but they clung to the paired cheeks of his buttocks stunningly.

I nuzzled my face into them, wetting the thin material with my tongue, as I struggled to experience as much of his indelicate scent as I could.

Like the other men before him, he had his own distinctive flavour: sharper and cruder at first, deeper and infinitely more interesting on prolonged exposure. His scent wasn't bitter or acrid; it was far more sexual and uncompromisingly masculine.

I was becoming extremely excited, rubbing my cock in my trousers, as I burrowed my face into him.

He hitched his underwear down, saying that would make it even better, and I reached up with both hands to prize his cheeks apart as he opened his legs and bent over fully for me.

As I pushed my face towards the tangle of sweaty hair bristling from his splayed crack, I saw his plump, commodious hole nestling deep inside: a thick red ring, puffed outwards and gaping open. Unlike some of the tight, pink, barely visible, anuses I had rimmed, this was, as I'd suspected, an arsehole that had clearly been regularly stretched open by some pretty big cocks. I hoped mine would soon be joining them and that my hole would, in good time, look equally accommodating.

I pushed my tongue ravenously between his cheeks, tasting in full, uninhibited glory the well-used and swollen ring of his hole, with my nose wedged as deeply as I could push it to enjoy the full force of his crack. My tongue slid into him easily, his anus offering little resistance, and I lapped at him as it widened further to eagerly take it from me. I rimmed him like that, feeling his body shudder as he masturbated, before he pulled away from me, turned around and heaved me up by the shoulders so we were face-to-face.

"Let me taste my own arsehole, Rob," he gasped, his breath hot against my face and smelling of alcohol. "Come on, give it to me."

Without understanding what he meant, I looked down at his cock, arching upwards from his pulled down underwear and looking similar in length and girth to mine as it jabbed towards my stomach. His balls flopped over the waistband of his shorts, heavy and swollen as if pumped full with the seed that was about to make him a father.

He grabbed me around the tops of my arms and lunged at me, planting a hot, wet kiss on my lips.

Instinctively, I pulled back: this was a guy who was trying to kiss me!

But he went in for second attempt, holding me more firmly, and pushed his lips onto mine.

At first I was repulsed and tried to pull away again, but as his lips worked against mine and his tongue entered my mouth, I felt a sudden surge of intrigue to have a fellow male do this to me and yielded to him.




Getting Together



He grabbed me more tightly, wrapping one around my shoulders and working the other down my back. His tongue explored my mouth like he was eager to taste himself inside me; he drove it forwards with a confidence I had never felt from any woman I'd kissed. As our lips were locked together, his cock was urgently grinding into my stomach; his hand found my arse and his middle finger pushed my trousers into my crack.

Just as I was starting to enjoy it -- to feel myself becoming excited by the sensation of being kissed with such dominance and passion by a member of my own gender -- he pulled back, his mouth spattered with our spit and muttered, breathlessly: "Let's fucking do this, Rob! Let's stop messing around!"

He made to unbutton my shirt but I stopped him.

"Upstairs," I commanded. "In my bedroom."

It would have seemed wrong to have done it right there, next to where my son sits when he's watching TV. Where the two of us spend time together, just as we have since he was little.

Bradley looked a little disappointed, like he would have preferred the spontaneity of us doing it together there and then, but he nodded and yanked his underwear and trousers up and we grabbed our glasses and made for the stairs.

Before we climbed up them he leaned forwards as if he wanted kiss me again, but teased me this time by pulling away just as I leaned forwards to receive him.

I smiled at him, wanting more, but he gestured up the stairs.

"Come on, then," he said with an expectant smirk. "Let's get started!"

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Next story: A Man in My Bed

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Getting Together Again... Finally



It had been three long years since last seeing her. Now back in town I found a few of her old friends but most of them didn't know what happened to her. Finally I did find one that told me she'd rented a home and had a current live-in, that didn't like her talking to old friends, but didn't know the address.

She and I had been lovers for two years before I left for a new job. I'd asked her to go with me and even to marry me but her family convinced her not to go. 

I'd usually hire into someplace for a time to design and develop a new idea or product all the way to market then look for another task at a new company. Finally I'd been offered a job at a company that would have me busy continually doing what I wanted with more new products but it was over a hundred miles away. I'd explained to her how long I'd wanted a job like it where I could develop continuously but she too had a job that was similar in some ways and one job is where we first met.

She was a Kelly Girl that hired into a place and fixed or corrected things at a business. She was good at it and had earned her CPA right out of University but never wanted a day-to-day job that grew mundane. The Kelly people knew she wanted jobs longer than a day or two and preferred those for weeks or a few months where she could do a job right and then move on. Kelly had learned and did all they could to develop her in that direction. She could do anything in an office from fixing filing systems to bookkeeping, accounting or fully reorganizing an office or staff but after a job she always wanted the freedom to take off for days or weeks on her own.

Since I'd left town and gone to the new job I'd wanted to come back, see her and make love to her the way we always had. My other reason for returning was to assume and build a new division of that same company years after I'd originally left and agreed to work. I'd suggested to upper management it be located in my old hometown, they'd agreed and promoted me.

Finally I found her name. I hadn't looked before but her number was in the telephone book and when I called found she really was living with a guy in a small rented home. They'd been together for two years and he'd never even wanted to talk marriage with her. He would leave her alone all day, some nights and many weekends while he played.

She told me she'd missed me although we hadn't even talked during this last three years but before I hung up the phone she invited me over to meet her live-in and have dinner then suggested I bring a girl.

I knew her address now and drove over and passed her place hoping to catch a glimpse of her and then parked on a corner for a while hoping she might come out. I didn't know what she was doing, if she was still job switching or if she was still a Kelly Girl. I was almost certain though that she was still working and not a stay-at-home girl.

Finally one night as I drove slowly through her neighborhood I saw her riding away from me on a bicycle. It really was her. She was wearing some kind of really tight black pants and sports bra and was concentrating on her pedaling as I passed. She hadn't seen me but I remembered those great full breasts, thighs and perfect buttocks. She was never a small girl and had added perhaps thirty pounds or more but they went in all the right places and I had an instant physical response below the steering wheel. She really looked good.

It had been a long time and I went looking for a date to bring for the dinner but I had trouble remembering any other girl to even ask. Finally I made a call back and she suggested someone we each knew that was still available. 

I called the girl even though I remembered that she and I had never gotten along well but she accepted and Thursday night that week I picked her up and we drove over to the old girlfriend's place.

We arrived about ninety minutes before dinner was to be served and after introductions I found that my ex's current boyfriend knew the girl I'd brought and they liked each other. We talked awhile as people do and then went out into the backyard for a patio meal. My old girl came out then and after three years we were seated around a picnic table and she sat opposite me next to the boyfriend.

She was wearing a large full flowered skirt and lacey white blouse with puffy sleeves. I stared in appreciation and she smiled then had to turn away with a slight blushing.

We talked awhile but then the call of nature urged me to ask the guy for a visit to the restroom. Boyfriend started to tell me where it was when my old girlfriend said she'd show me because she had to check something in the oven.

I followed her up the back steps and again remembered another reason I'd liked her so much.

She walked me to a hallway and pointed to the bathroom but then panicked and told me to wait as she ran in and closed the door after her. Five minutes later she came back out with an armful of lingerie she'd left in the bathroom to dry. I remembered then that she'd always hung stuff in there and she hadn't changed.

She came toward me in the hall and said she hated to hang the stuff outside but as she started around me I reached out and leaned an arm against the wall blocking her way. "What are you doing?" she asked in puzzlement.

"I was just remembering." I said.

"Remembering what?" she asked and turned with her back against the wall.

"I passed you on the street last night and you were on a bike wearing tight black pants. I'd never seen you wearing pants before. You never wore them when we were together." I said.

"I've always been too fat and didn't like the way they showed my fat ass. A few months ago I found that I like a bicycle and although it hasn't made me lose any of this weight I think it has kept me from gaining over the past few months." she said.

"You looked good in them." I added.

"You liked the way I looked in them even with my fat ass?" she asked teasingly.

I leaned forward, kissed her full on the lips and wrapped my arms around then grabbed her full ass and closed my hands around the cheeks as I pulled her close. She didn't resist the kiss and then an instant later I tasted her tongue again.

"We shouldn't be doing this." she said half-heartedly but I could tell she liked it.

I kissed her again then slipped my hand down and came up under her skirt to find that she was wearing nothing beneath it. My fingers found her wetness then began probing against her firm nubbin. She moaned into my mouth. "Did you leave those off for me?" I whispered.

I brought my wet fingers up and slipped them between our kiss and we eagerly licked them clean. "I'd forgotten." she said.

"Actually we really should be doing this." I said "And I'm going to show you something I've learned since we were together last." I said.

"What?" she asked simply.

I dropped to my knees then and slipped my head under her skirt then extended my tongue and tasted her directly as I began a show of my long appreciation. I devoured her pussy.

She moaned and must have bitten her lip because she didn't make the loud noises I remembered each time we'd had sex years ago, but her body was eager and responded as I heard another moan from deep within her.

I could hear her boyfriend and my date laughing and having fun outside when finally I pulled away and stood again.

We kissed and she licked my face clean before she said "You never did that before."

"Did you like it? I learned about it after you broke off from me." I confessed.

"OMG! It was more than anything I've known since last with you." she added and I felt her hand searching then finding my hardness. "I think this has grown since then too." she smiled as she spoke.

"You know we both want it. When can we be together?" I asked. "I want to spend the day fucking you crazy then we can see what happens after."

She was smiling weakly but then said "He always leaves for work before six and usually doesn't return before seven at night."

"I'll try to be here before eight." I said "Should I park out front?"

"Yes and do you have something that might make you look like a handyman?" she asked with a pleasured giggle.

"I'll take care of it but you have to be naked when I come in the back door." I told her.

She nodded and then pointed to the bathroom. "I'll put these in on the bed and then I better see about dinner." she said and pushed me toward the bathroom.

When I came back and passed her at the kitchen sink I whispered "I'm going to see you in those tight black pants again."

Dinner went well and I used my foot after kicking off the loafers then I teased her at every chance before the evening ended and we finally thanked them. I took my date home but we didn't kiss after helping her from the car. I thanked the date and walked her to the apartment door.

I parked in front of my Ex's house at about seven-fifteen the next morning while wearing Levi's and a tee. I slipped an old tool belt around my waist and strolled up the driveway, through the gate and up to her back door. I'd noticed the second car in the driveway was gone and reached for the door.

I opened the door and my old girlfriend was naked and kneeling with a housecoat coat piled on the floor around her. She was embarrassed and her full body flushed but she truly looked good. Her breasts were larger and even more inviting it seemed. She was looking up at me and said "Is this okay?"

It was perfect and when I whispered "yes." she pointed to a chair she'd pulled up next to the door and said "Sit here." before she reached for my Levi's. It took her long minutes to get the buttons opened and the pants to my knees. I wore briefs and she grabbed them then tried to pull them down in front for access before she said "I forgot how big you were and now you're even bigger. I can't get it out without taking them down." then she'd had to move her hands and pull the briefs completely down before it was free.

She touched then tasted it as her eyes locked on mine and I finally felt her warm tongue and heard her say "I'd forgotten so much about what it's like." and then she kissed it everywhere before taking it into her mouth. "All the times I did this I don't understand how I could have forgotten how good it is." and then she went to work.

"You don't have to do this." I said quietly.

"You know how much I've always loved it and how hot I get when you let me. I've always loved it as much as you did. Now let me do my thing." she begged

It was all perfect and blissful and she was more eager than any girl since we'd last been together. "Is it okay? Do you still like what I do for you?" she asked and all I could do was close my hands on her head and mingle my fingers in her curls before I showed her how much I enjoyed it.

I hadn't been worked so hard and so well since the last time we'd been together and if anything she'd gotten even better than just perfect. I sensed every climax she had and felt better knowing that she really did need and enjoy it.

When finally we were finished and she'd cleaned me she looked up into my eyes again and said "I like kneeling in front of you just like I always have. I've had so many dreams of you and me being together again like this since you left. He ate my pussy twice and so I knew it could be done but you'd never done it before and I didn't know how perfect it could be until the short few minutes we had last night."

"I intend to prepare you again the same way but this time I won't be rushed." I told her and pulled her to her feet.

Again I slipped fingers through her wetness and brought them up between our lips and again we cleaned them before I picked her up and carried her into the front room. I put her down on the large soft living room rug and sat down next to her before pushing her onto her back and spreading her knees wide. I studied her legs and noticed again how perfectly they were conditioned from all her bicycle time. They were strong and firm as I crawled between her feet and lowered my face. Her taste was still fresh in my mind and yet this was even more special and I could take my time enjoying and pleasuring in it.

This time I swept my tongue slowly between each inner fold and teased her opening before returning and testing the sensitivity and need her body felt from clitoral stimulation. Satisfied in her pleasure of it I dedicated my efforts by improving her experience and wrapping my arms over and around her thighs to clamp them in position as her body responded and tried to close her thighs. She tried to speak but all I heard was a constant staccato of syllables from what she'd been trying to speak. Her body erupted and she tried to raise her hips to my mouth but my arms prevented it. In moments she was frustrated and then still moments later she yielded completely and I released her legs then cupped my hands over the full sweet cheeks of her ass and lifted her more tightly against my mouth.

I feasted and enjoyed every moment as I attempted to communicate through action how much I'd missed and wanted her. There were moments when it actually felt like the lips of her pussy were kissing mine. They couldn't have been but I enjoyed the thoughts and for long minutes she was mine again.

When Finally I released her and ran my fingers over her body then followed them with kisses she finally seemed to regain consciousness and wrapped her arms around me as I proceeded from her breasts to her neck.

"Perhaps you should warn me when you're going to do that and maybe I can try to keep up." she said with a weak smile.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I loved the first few minutes but then I was completely lost in it. My body is still here but my brain is still thawing." she giggled "I won't ask who taught you but she is an angel and did very well."

"I'm happy for the chance to show how much you still mean to me." I added.

"I don't want to think about anything beyond what we're doing. My body has needed you for so long and now my parents have sold the old place, retired and moved to where it's warmer all year long." she confided as she brought up a hand and ran it through my hair. "Did you like it?" she asked.

"You are as sweet and exciting this way as you are with your legs wrapped around me or your cute ass slapping my abs. I was certain you'd taste good but you've trapped me in a way that makes me never want to escape." I told her with a happy smile.

"Come here, let me clean your face and taste again what you've created." she told me in response.

I was smiling into her eyes and teasing a nipple absently but with pleasure when she asked "Do you still like them? I told you I was fat. My bra size has gone up and the size of cup has grown one full size." she said quietly.

"I love them and they're even more perfect than they were. I can play with them all day if you'll let me."

She kissed me and said "Thank you. In fact though there is somewhere else I'd like to play." and then she pushed me onto my back and climbed above me then in a moment, with a slow tease, she was surrounding me.

"I'd forgotten how good you feel in me and don't you dare try to tell me you aren't larger here too." she asked and slowly sunk me deeper.

"I want to make you happy any way I can." I said into her ear after hooking her neck in my hand and pulling her down to my mouth.

It started as a slow and sensuous fuck but as we worked it became more demanding and intense as we grew more involved. Soon it had increased to where we were each sweating hard and completely into the pleasure of it again and seeing only each other.

Her tight smoothness traveled around my cock and the tight nudge when I was full depth with a hip twist that dragged my cock up one side or the other depending on which direction she twisted was impossible to ignore and if I hadn't been fighting to control it I'd have given it all to her in minutes. Instead we were still going at it thirty minutes later and she'd almost exhausted herself from repeated climaxes. It was okay because when she asked or when I lost control my balls would stop aching for a few minutes and I'd have the relief I'd needed for those missing years.

Any guy can tell you though that the more exciting a woman is the shorter time it'll take for him to recover and be ready for another go. I felt like I wouldn't need more than thirty seconds and subconsciously laughed at myself.

It was like my first time when I finally let it happen or she'd forced it because I couldn't decide which had caused it but I did give it all to her and collapsed spent and drenched in sweat from both of us. Being on the bottom with her had always had that effect on me and it was all good.

"I like it when you get anxious and demanding over me. I've missed you so long and I only dared to hope for anything like this. You are hotter than ever Babe." I told her in complete honesty.

"You're pretty hot too especially for a woman sexually starved for you and I too have only been hoping. I almost wrote to ask you again to come back but I thought you were out in life getting everything you'd wanted." she told me and we kissed.

"Oops I think you just fell out and I had something I wanted to do when you did." she said impishly. She slid backward and settled her lips around it again and moaned as she cleaned it. "It's hard again but I'll let you rest for a little while before I rape you again. Want some breakfast?" she continued.

I'd been hungry when I came in and it wasn't for food and yet somehow I was food hungry now. Maybe it was the exercise.

I helped her fix breakfast and then ate like a starving man with my arm over her shoulder as she ate and watched too.

It was like old times and I felt good again.

After breakfast I helped her with the dishes but before they were done I leaned her still naked over the sink and took her from behind. Again I remembered that slap of her cute, eager ass against my abs and that always made everything even more special.

We were both exhausted late that afternoon when I finally left for the place I'd rented. I still had two weeks of my own time before I had to start looking for a place to lease or build and arrange for my people at the main facility to transfer here, if they would, and hire new ones. In meantime I planned to be with her as much as I could.

The next morning I went over instead of calling and when I got there she told me he hadn't come home that night.

Two weeks passed and she found that he was working but not coming home then he called and told her. He'd hooked up with the gal I'd brought over to their place that night. It turned out she was an old girlfriend and they'd gone back together. He moved out the next day and when I'd finished interviewing people and searching for company space she and I decided to move in together again. 

She didn't like the way her old boyfriend had done his own cheating but she was happy that he was finally gone and we could be together. 

Personally I couldn't have been happier to be back again in loving arms.

That's how it happened and now we're married and she loves meeting me naked at the door every night. She still fills in as a Kelly girl because she likes it even though we don't need the money.