0 comments/ 53719 views/ 0 favorites Knock on the Door By: alexcarr "So it's you again, wanting your fix again I 'spose, Jerry?" "How did you guess," I asked like I was trying to be cool, all the while thinking no way will he let me into his life again. Thing is, - well okay I did dump Danny a year ago, it happens, - sometimes a guy needs to move on, search fields anew, thing is the field I searched did not bear oats - it was a lousy choice I made and the guy was a downer anyway, it really made me appreciate Danny and I wanted him back. And then, seeing him standing there in front of me, looking as gorgeous as ever, brought back delicious carnal memories. "Well, you'd better come in then - I've got nothing else on so you may as well come in and spin a few words with me." I almost cracked the usual corny joke about him saying he'd got nothing on, in my mind remembering that and how he looked in his bareness, when we'd had so much fun together, how I missed that, and how I wanted it back, just like it was wish all the trimmings, But would Danny want that too after, lets face it, I did the dirty on him and went for my brand new coloured guy, thinking he would do it all for me big time, when instead he was a flop and he never did gratify me, he was more into cross dressing anyway which wasn't particularly my thing but each to his own. But apart from that and most important of all, he wouldn't take - so me wanting that, to give it to him like I did with Danny, it turned out to be a real no go, we couldn't just go one like wanking each other, it just wasn't the same without the vital end product of you see what I mean. With Danny the end product was always thrilling and gratifying, he had a quality ass just made for fucking and there was I just wanting to get back inside. "So how are you doin' Jerry and how's Oliver" "Who's Oliver?" I replied trying to show he was no longer in my life .But seeing the doubting look on Danny's face I had to come out with it: "It was a mistake, a big mistake, look I will come clean, I want you, only you, I was completely mad to give you up for that dick head!" Danny looked at me in that condescending way of his, looking as though he didn't quite believe me, So he had gotten despondent and who could blame him, I had to show him I meant business. I hated the way he looked at me like that, remembering how he used to look, that certain hunger in his expression that said out loud he wanted me full package. "Look, I'm sorry, right Danny Okay? And if it is any condolence, I will never leave you again, I have learnt my lesson, it is plainly you that has that exclusive place in my life." "So what happened to Oliver?" "Dunno, don't care. He is out of my life and that's definite." "Wasn't he as good a fuck as you thought he was gonna be then, Jerry, like you texted me to say how he could move and what a great shag he was?" "You know and I know, fucking isn't the be all and end all, it has to be more to make the blood rise up." "You used to rise up for me once, Jerry." "And I want to again, just give me another chance Danny that's all I ask?" He looked pensive and unsure. I hated seeing him like that, I needed to just show him that everything was the same as before. I took the bull by the horns and went for it. He was conveniently spread ion the sofa so it didn't take much for me to spring there beside him and literally touch him up, like I used to, over his jeans, remembering how he always commented on how I just helped myself and how he loved that about me, well I was doing just that, squeezing him through his tight jeans that he looked so good in, as good as ever. At first, no reaction, no expression even, had I gone too far too quickly, was he about to tell me what to do in no uncertain way?! For a moment I paused and held my breath, would he respond or not, then I saw his eyes close as I squeezed him down there once more, this time gently unzipping, winkling his ripe cock out and working my thumb up beneath his rising erection, like I used to do, me thinking now he was aroused, me thinking it was okay now. But then he grasped my hand with his, pulled it away, his erection half mast - like it was between heaven and earth, I wanted to get it to heaven, the natural instinct was to take it in to my mouth and taste his nectar once more as I took in his scent - but he still had doubts, "I am not here just for your pleasure you know, Jerry." He scowled. I think he was just trying to show me he had his pride, that he was not that cheap and easy so I explained that I cherished him, he would always be special and I would never ever take advantage of him to meet my own ends. "Don't give me that crap, Jerry. You just want to get your end away and be done with it." I was gonna show him I was still in love with him. We always had this understanding of each other, that we could insult each other like hell and still be friends so, right, go for it.. "Okay I want your ass, I want to feel your fuck big time, I wasn't to suck your cock till it cums" I yelled. Then I followed with a more quieter tone that besides I also wanted his company, his great charisma, that I wanted him complete. That seemed to do it. He grabbed my hand once more, this time guiding it down to him- prompting me to wank him again. I was soon there lapping up the delightful experience of having him there full in my hand, his huge cock throbbing for it, like it always was, and there was the scent again, quite unique, now I wanted the taste that ripe budding young cock, you know there's nothing quite like the flavour of fully aroused quality cock, the feel of it rolling inside your mouth, delicious and so fulfilling, stretching the foreskin full back to get the real experience, to realise the nectar of prime cock, to delight in cradling his firm balls as I started to deeply suck him, yes, we were back on course Danny and I and I was back where I belonged. I was deep in concentration -losing myself with the delightful feel and taste of Danny's dear cock when came a knock at the door, Danny sprung to his feet, causing his cock to slide out of my mouth with a loud slurp. "Do you have to answer, right now?" I complained, my mouth feeling so empty all at once. "Yep I do, you see it is someone you know," I looked, I was puzzled, confused - until Danny opened the door, then I was absolutely stunned. It was Oliver standing there with a huge vindictive smile on his face. "You see, Danny , Oliver is like you, a giver - that's why you couldn't make it with him." He was telling me something I already knew of course, but why, what was Oliver doing there? "You mean ---?" I asked losing my words, not believing what I was seeing. But stuttering I managed to find the words that anyway Oliver and I did enjoy some mutual stuff together, okay no penetration but it was good at the time! "Come on, Jerry - you know very well a fuck isn't a fuck unless you go the full hog, and with Oliver, well need I say more, he treats me like a real queen and all I can say he can have my ass whenever he wants. "But not me, so this is the way you treat me, sweet revenge Huh" "Well you started it, Jerry," then as if to make things worse he turned to Oliver asking him to strip, to show me what a real man looks like. Then I remembered how bloody huge he was! "See what I mean, Jerry - I mean you could never compete with that, could you." I have never felt so humiliated, it all seemed to be going so well before that knock on the door. Me still with the taste of my lover in my mouth. But he was no longer my lover, he was Oliver's lover for there he was, no shame, stripped and bending bare backed for Oliver's pleasure. I could stand no more, I just had to leave, I'd got the message. But the image of Oliver fucking Danny would stay in my mind forever. But life moves on doesn't it. Of course there shall never be another Danny - but just lately I have been weighing up this young guy in the office, I know he is of like mind, the way he smiles at me, yes I could go for that. I was intent not to let it get the better of me, convinced that was it, the now Danny and I were truly finished. "You don't have to go you know, Jerry>" "What do you mean?," I queried seeing that he was now being well pumped by the very well endowed cock I remembered so well. "Or maybe you are not up to it?" "What are you on about, Danny?" What was he on about. Wow" how could he take this new guy like that, the twisting and the turning as he plunged cock in ass like s proverbial steam hammer. And all the time Danny was yelping, asking for more so it seemed a long time I would have to wait for his reply. But then all at once Oliver made one huge last thrust and he was spent, but I was thinking one comfort, he wore a condom whilst Danny always insisted he did not want me to wear one, that he always preferred to feel bare cock inside him and I was happy with that, we didn't put it around and made sure we always showered before and after, in fact that was part of the fun as I remember. "Look at it this way," Danny said between baited breaths. You couldn't make it work with Oliver because you both have something in common - but, well with the three of us it could work so well, so why not lets make it a threesome in future, that way we can all get some of the action with the added bonus of what that could mean." I wasn't happy with that and told him so. "But why, you don't need to be so possessive, Jerry, I will still love you, in fact I believe the threesome will endorse our relationship and sustain our togetherness even more - and for me it will be the best of both worlds. You see I have often fantasised how it would be with two guys" "You have never told me that?" I queried, still not quite taking in what was happening, but then thinking about it, yes I had been very possessive and perhaps now had come the time to share in another dimension. "Well I have had very erotic dreams ..." "Tell me?" "Well when I oral you I have often wondered how it would feel with you fucking my ass at the same time if you see what I mean, But of course that's impossible, but with three of us?" No I was stirring again, somehow the disagreeable thought of sharing Danny with another did not seem so repugnant, we could both take our share of him and maybe it will be a new sensation to know that as he sucks me he is being fucked by Oliver and vice versa. And I tell you what, somehow it worked perfectly. Mind you I think it helped because Oliver and I had been together already as a twosome. But it came to pass that the most delightful thing was to see just how Danny was enjoying the threesome, and how delicious to be between his thighs, him on top sucking Oliver and me spreading those ass cheeks so wide apart, opening up that so delicious well fucked orifice so warm and attractive and pushing my face into him relentlessly getting the absolutely rapturous feel and taste of asshole, cock and balls, tasting licking and even swallowing his juices seemed so wonderfully engaging, and then watching Oliver do the same, yes I think we were onto a great new type of relationship, there was gonna be an awful lot of mutual fucking going on... I'm glad Oliver knocked on that door, it gave my life a whole new perspective. Knock on the Door We were there, at the same time, in the same place... but we were worlds apart. We walked the same sturdy ground where all that is easy and right rests. Where all things normal reside. We sense the same vibrations, taste the same sweetness of the rain. We breathe the same air and feel the same wind on our faces. Yet we see things so differently. I am steadfast, relentless, determined, and content. You are upset, reckless, restless, and hungry. You are a dreamer, and I am a believer. We are dangerous for each other. We are messy, us two, and you frighten me. The room is quiet. Soundless and empty. I sit alone in the cool air of the fan contemplating nothing. Wondering what I should be doing... reflecting on my day. You walk in and for the first time in a long time the ground moves. Vertigo sets in and I jump with a shock. The room is empty. Just me and you. Your gaze steals away my thoughts and wipes my memory clean. What was I thinking about again? What was I going to do? What had I been doing? Gone. Just you and me. You close the door behind you and I look away finally. I know that you saw that look in my eyes, but you shake it off and walk past me to put your things away in another room. Your scent lingers and I sneak a deep breath, trying to calm my blood. It is racing from your closeness, but you were on the other side of the door when I sensed you coming... it's a painful ache but I know when you are near. When you walk past I can't breathe. I can't move. You come back, and I pretend to be distracted. I pretend I don't know you are watching me. I pretend like I am busy and important and it makes me feel guilty because I beg to know how you are. I beg to know everything about you. I want to be part of it. I look up and try to speak. I just smile instead because everything I planned to say has just been wiped clean again. No recollection or inkling of the rehearsed lines. Stage fright... its pitiful. You would think that by now I would have it down pat. The same old lines. The same expressions. Day after day after day after day. I blink and turn away, and you do the same. It isn't awkward. No. It's just quiet. That quiet that makes my throat hot and my stomach ache. That quiet that makes the back of my neck itch and makes me want to adjust my hair or fidget uncomfortably. You don't make me this way, I do. I overthink everything. I overplan everything. I overanalyze the simplest, most beautiful things until there is nothing left but washed up and worn out facts. Facts aren't fun. I need fun. I need excitement. So I look back toward you. You are turned away from me for a moment and I see your body from behind. Your shoulders, broad and lean. Toned and rippled. I see the curves of your back and the sleekness of your arms. Not thin. But sleek. I watch for a moment as you move. Like a jaguar. Ripped, and smooth, and ready to pounce. You turn and catch me again. I want to look away but I can't. I am locked into your gaze. My stomach is weak, my pupils dilated, and I am numb. My skin is hot from the blood pulsing, and I feel my veins expand as the adrenaline rises at my core. Nothing around me, just silence and stillness, and I notice your lips curve in challenge. The slightest smile gives away your amusement, and your brow twitches just so. You have been made, and our secret is out in the open. I feel my jaw drop as I inhale. My tongue is dry and tied but I do not need words. Nature has spoken. I cannot take it, I must go. I must be free, and be alone. I cannot wait I cannot change for what I feel will cause so much pain. I know I should not want things I cannot have, and I have all I could ever want in life. I have a child I have a husband and I am a happy wife. The moment is over and I proceed to other things. Petty distractions and lame excuses. Standing in front of the mirror I try to view myself in your eyes. My long, thick, auburn locks cascade down my back and tumble over my shoulders and collar bones. Gray eyes pierce through your words and into their meaning. My heavy pout gives way to a hungry mouth and willing tongue. My teeth waiting to nibble on your neck. Creamy skin, ivory even, smooth and fresh. Dappled with fair freckles and glowing with lust. Begging to be touched. I reach up and pull my shirt up over my head. The fabric tickles my arm and brushes my leg on its fall to the ground. I take a second look. Full, proud, healthy breasts on display, yours for the taking. Waiting patiently adorned in black lace and red ribbon. Red. The color of passion. The color of blood. The color of desire. My skirt hits the ground and lands at my feet. Long, shapely legs and smooth feminine curves. Legs for wrapping around you. Hips ready to welcome your grasp. One quick swipe over my body and I imagine my hand is yours. The thought makes me dizzy, my skin crawls with bumps as my hairs stand on end. The steam from the shower billows out past the curtain. Heartily filling the room with its urgency. The water pours down my face and soaks me warm. I crank it up to feel the burn on my body, and wish it could match the burn inside. Lathered in a rich crème I slowly massage myself clean. I cannot wash away my fantasies though. They are impatient. They have stained my soul and I cannot rub them free. Fresh. Clean. The sting of the steam still licking my skin as I step out of the shower and wrap loosely in my robe. The cashmere toying at my neck as I pull it closer. I close my eyes and dream it is your touch. I don't have to try hard to imagine it is your mouth sampling my many elements. I picture you taunting me with a playful game of "close enough to feel your breath." I emerge. Ready, willing and able. And yet, I use everything in me to avoid your eyes. I know that what I want is wrong but I know that what I want feels right. I want fire. I want the rush. I want the ache and the burn and the pain and the glory of this power pulsing into me. I want you. We play again. That familiar game. You watch me and I watch you. Waiting for the stars to align or the fly on the wall to give the signal. Anything. Any sign that it is the right moment. Finally we begin a conversation. Unimportant and nondescript. Weather or something foolish and bland. I see you though, I see your pulse flicker in your throat as your blood pumps faster. I watch your chest rise and fall with each quickening breath. I am intrigued by your patience, and yet I see your instincts urging you along just below the surface. In a brief moment of do or die I stand up as if to go somewhere useful and adjust the throw pillows in a most conspicuous way. I feel your eyes scanning me from behind. I feel the sting of your stare pierce my legs and my ears start to ring. I am running out of resolve. I cannot wait any longer. And I take a seat next to you. Close enough to touch but enough space as not to be forward. I want to play. I want to tease. I want to teach and learn and just breathe. You tell jokes and I laugh. I smile and you lean closer. I toss my head back and fall giddy and breathless. Your eyes are glittering excitedly in the lamplight and I can almost feel your mind sparking with electricity when I skim my hand across your arm. The night plays slow and steady. A simmering, smoldering, yet frantic burn. I savor the moment knowing the inevitable is just a touch away. I've never done this before. Not in this life. In my past life, before I made my promises to another man. Before I made promises to myself. This sensation is tantalizing. Sensual and frightening. We toy with each other. Words that don't make sense because I am too distracted with your mouth. Just a kiss away from mine. The magnetism is building. That throb in the back of my head. My shoulders itching to lean closer. Dizzy from the air between us. You say something quiet in my ear, your breath wraps my head, and I falling. I'm drowning slowly in gauzy layers of speed and tranquility. Where day meets night and the moon and sun are side by side. You tuck your chin into my neck and mumble something clever and unimportant in my ear again. Nothing meaningful or romantic, just something to make me smile at your voice. A laziness comes over my eyes and they are cast into a daze, and my lids falling heavily closed. In a quick moment my life is separated into before and after. There is before your lips finally touched my skin... and after. And I knew in that instant that we would never be the same. The smoothness of your tongue played sneakily across my collar bone, and your hands grasped my waist and head. Your fingers wrapped into my locks had my mind exploding. No, I didn't kiss you back. I couldn't move. I was liquid in your hands. Moving and molding to you like the waves of the sea crashing to the shore. My body loose and limber and your mouth eager to explore it. My eyes drift softly open as you pull away. Staring at each other for an eternity. Just as I am content with your expression, you thrust me toward you and we are standing now. Hands. Hair. Lips. Air. Heat building, mouth watering, liquid motion and nothing around for miles... at least not to us. Drifting loosely around the room as we spin and whirl deeper and deeper. Rock bottom. Before I know it my backs against the wall. Its cool and slick behind me and I am no match for you. Your chest is broad, firm and strong as it presses against mine. I want you close to me. So close I can feel the fireworks all over. My mind is exploding as you ease away again ever so slightly to examine me one last time. In a split second all is black. Your thumb slicks across my hip and your hand is gripping me close to you. One hand behind my neck and I go under. Scooping my head in our lips collide with a silent crash. Blood pumping in my ears, my writs, my legs, anywhere but my brain. Force and power lead the way and I succumb to your trance. I can no longer breathe. I sink so far I don't want to stop. You are like a drug I swore I'd never try, and now I am addicted. My stomach is aching and my legs are weak. You are holding me up with your body and I am suffocating with desire. I can hardly catch my breath. Everything hurts in the best way. I need you. I don't want to let go. I don't want to look away. I want to stay here against this cold wall wrapped in nothing but your body and stay like this forever. But I cannot do that. I want so badly for you to understand that I cannot have more. I want it all and I am on the verge of begging. I want you and all of you and just me and you always. I pull you close... so close... for just a minute more... the just like that, there's a knock on the door...