23 comments/ 126795 views/ 57 favorites Short-Term in Chicago By: markindy I was thirty-five, my girlfriend of five years dumped me for some loser that worked at a grocery store, and my job wanted me to take an assignment in the windy and cold Midwest to evaluate some key suppliers. Leaving California for Chicago wasn't my dream scenario, but it was only for three or four months, and right now I felt I could use an adventure and a change of pace. Through a search agency, I found a loft condo that was available for a short-term lease (and one my employer would pay for), and headed for Middle-America. Apparently, the owner of the condo had similar obligations for work, and was willing to rent it out while away instead of paying someone to maintain it. The place was therefore fully furnished. All I had to do was show-up. After trading a few phone calls, and satisfying the owner that I was a professional who wouldn't rob him blind or trash the place, the deal was finally set. The place was much nicer than the pictures indicated, and I felt like I had really lucked-out. The condo was on the third floor of an old four-story warehouse, and located in a well-maintained area not far from downtown. It couldn't have been more convenient. It didn't take long to realize, however, that being a few blocks from Halstead Street had me in a gay neighborhood. There was still a lot of diversity, a few families, older couples...but the rainbow colors on the lampposts left little doubt about the key demographic. It was cool...I'm not at all homophobic, and I enjoyed the lively vibe of the neighborhood. I met my only neighbor on the floor, John, when he helped me lug a large box out of the elevator from my countless trips to the basement storage room. He was about forty, a well-spoken professional, obviously very fit, and probably gay. He also had an Irish Setter as a constant companion and completely ineffective guard dog. "Thanks for the help, man. This should be the last of my stuff...glad I didn't have to bring much more than my clothes." "No problem. I'm happy Steve found a good match for someone to look over his place. We're not supposed to sub-let, but everybody in the building was willing to look the other way for a temporary thing." "This is way better than the usual short-stay apartment. I promise not to make you or the other neighbors regret the decision. My name's Glen, by the way." I said, extending my hand to shake his. "I'm John. Our not-too-helpful assistant is Red." "I see you spent endless hours choosing a name for you dog." I said with a broad smile. "Yeah...I'll never get an award for originality." John said with an easy laugh. "He seems to like it, though." In many ways, Red was the one who made the transition enjoyable. John was an anesthiologist at a local hospital, and would sometimes have odd hours. While John had any number of friends who were willing to check-in on Red, I became a convenient and willing dog-sitter. Red enjoyed jogging with me to the park along Lake Michigan, and was an unparalleled babe-magnet. A few nice dates came out of those trips with Red, but nothing serious, as I made it clear that my time in Chicago was short. John had a variety of friends, both male and female, who would come to his home for dinner or the occasional party. After about six weeks, my neighbor often invited me to join his guests, and I found the camaraderie to be an unexpected surprise. One evening, when his friends had left, and I was helping put dishes away; John's usually casual conversation took a different tone. He'd been drinking a lot of wine, and was a bit uninhibited...but a long way from being truly drunk. "I think Darla is smitten with you, my friend. Hope you're ready for that wild ride. She's a straight, single gal with a lot of gay friends...one look at your available bod, and she was probably ready to marry you on the spot!" "Yeah...I got a really heavy vibe from her tonight. I filled her in on my situation. I suggested that a few dates, evenings out, whatever...is about as far as I'm willing to go. I'm not the kind of guy that likes to promise what I can't deliver...or leave trails of broken hearts." I replied with a grin. "Wow...you've been hanging around my friends too long. That almost sounded like gay drama." I laughed. "Not sure where I'm learning it. You're just about the most non gay-acting homosexual I've ever met. By the way, thanks for allowing me to buy some of your Cubs season tickets. I've really enjoyed going to the games." "My pleasure...the day-time games aren't always convenient for me. I'm glad you're schedule is flexible enough to use them. You should hit the clubs downtown tonight. I'm sure that buff, blond, grown-up surfer look of yours could land a few ladies who wouldn't mind a short fling." "Yeah...well...I'm sure I could find some company if I put my mind to it. Thing is, I had a long-time relationship that ended badly. I'm kind of enjoying this side-trip, and trying to take things easy. I can worry about the ladies when I'm back in California." "As usual, sounds like you're being completely rational. I like looking at you. It seems a shame to deny the women of Chicago the same dose of eye-candy." John looked immediately uncomfortable as he took another drink of wine. "I just said that out-loud, didn't I? I'm sorry...that was uncalled for...I feel like a complete ass." "It's ok, man. I know I'm not the ugliest guy on the planet." I said, trying not to sound like a conceited jerk. "You're not the first guy to give me a compliment, and I've learned to accept it as just that. Maybe you're the one who should hit the clubs tonight." "Yeah, well...perhaps like you, I'm taking a break from the hard work of finding a solid relationship. My career isn't exactly conducive to paying attention to the needy-type guys I seem to attract. Besides, I'm just not a bar-fly kind of guy." "Well, I'm sure we'll both be able to find a way to entertain ourselves when we want to." I answered, putting away the last plate and rubbing Red behind his ears. "I could entertain you...with no strings at all...if you'd ever want to." John said dryly, drinking more wine and mindlessly brushing his hand over his crotch. "I wouldn't require anything from you." I paused for a moment...a little stunned at being so bluntly hit-on by another dude. Oh, it had happened a time or two when I was younger...but usually involved a nervous greeting that I would quickly, but politely decline. After the initial shock wore-off, I smiled and reached for John's wine glass. "I think maybe somebody's had a bit more than normal and is saying things they might regret later." "I know you're a straight-arrow." John said, sounding more inebriated than I originally thought. "But if there was a contest for who could rip your clothes off...I'd be kicking Darla's ass right now." He said, with his hand nervously cupping my crotch. I gently pushed his hand away. "Uh-huh...I'm sure you'd triumph. I'll let you rip your own clothes off and get to bed. I'll see you and Red in the morning. You're welcome to join in our run, if you're off work tomorrow." John's face was deeply flushed, and a look of deep regret was once again obvious. "Thanks, Glen. You're way too kind. I'm just...just a fucking dumbass." ++++++++++++++++++++ I knew John well enough, that he would be kicking himself the next morning, and I did everything I could to act as though nothing happened. I made no changes to the arrangements for days I watched Red, invited him out to dinner from time-to-time, and tried to make him feel like it was water under the bridge. It took about a week, but he eventually relaxed and stopped apologizing every time our paths crossed. To be honest, his actions had unexpected consequences for me. The next few nights, I had dreams of John in various sexual scenarios. Mostly they were laughable, and easily dismissed...but a few left me with serious morning wood that had me imagining his grip on my shaft while I jerked-off in my landlord's oversized shower. I had never really imagined sex with other men before...at least on purpose...and it unnerved me. I realized, however, it was the result of John's advances...and a phase that would soon pass. Another week had passed, and I was awakened at 7:00am on a Saturday with repeated knocking at the front door. I stumbled out of bed, wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and opened the door in a half-awake daze. John was standing in the hall, shirtless, and wearing only a pair of hospital scrub pants. "I'm sorry to wake you up, man. I was going to slip to the box for the morning paper...Red managed to close the door and locked me out. I need your key." "Oh...uh...yeah...come in." I mumbled, scratching my head as I turned to find the key John gave me when I took Red for walks. For a brief moment, it occurred to me that my neighbor was much better built than I thought. I wondered when he found time to work out. "Here it is...sorry...I haven't had my morning coffee yet." I returned to find John standing just inside the door, with an obvious bulge at the front of his scrubs. He moved one arm down in an attempt to hide it while reaching for the key with the other. "Thanks...again...really sorry to bother you...especially on a Saturday morning." He stammered, while seemingly looking me over from head to toe. I glanced quickly at the mirror across the hall, noticing my dick was peeking out from the fly of my boxers. I had been so groggy, and focused on finding the key, that I hadn't noticed. Embarrassed, I turned away from John, adjusted myself, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. "Feel free to stay for coffee. I'm going to grab a shower and try to look more human." I offered, knowing he probably wouldn't stay. The offer was also an attempt to avoid apologizing for exposing myself. "I may do that...and return the key before I forget it." I shook the cobwebs from my head and walked to the shower as I heard the front door close. The water felt great, and I spent more time than normal enjoying just standing under the shower, not feeling the weekday rush to get to work. I dried off, wrapping the towel around my waist and walked toward the kitchen. I didn't feel comfortable sleeping in Steve's bed...so I slept in the guest room, but couldn't resist using the larger master bathroom. The daily walk from one side of the condo to the other was inconvenient, but the multi-head shower was worth it. "Wow...you stay toned like that just running around the lake shore?" John asked, sitting at the kitchen island, now wearing a t-shirt and the same scrub pants. I hadn't noticed him sitting there, and was startled...dropping my towel, exposing myself once again. "Oh fuck...you scared the shit out of me!" I said, quickly returning the damp towel to my waist. "The way you came breezing in here, I suspected you hadn't seen me. I should have coughed or made some other noise." John said, stepping around the island to face me while filling his coffee cup. "But it made my morning worthwhile, anyway." I couldn't help but notice the outline of his manhood through the thin fabric of the scrubs...and it seemed to be growing. To my surprise, I could feel my own cock twitch in response to seeing that, combined with John's leering stare over my body. I was now very uncomfortable...only wearing a towel so close to a dude who wanted to see me nude. "Uh...help yourself...I'll get dressed...be back in a minute." "Relax...there's no hurry on my account. You seem tense. Get your nut off this morning? Maybe that would help." John said in a low tone, the tent in his pants now obvious, and a circle of moisture forming at the tip. "Fucking hilarious, man...but not something I'm into." I said nervously...uncomfortable with his closeness, and the unexpected tingling in my groin. "You're not into feeling good...blowing off a little steam now and then?" John was now openly squeezing the engorged flesh within his pants. "You know what I mean...there's no need to spell it out for you." I wanted to move, but seemed frozen in place. John stepped even closer. "Straight guys...you never know what your missing. I'm willing to show you...no strings, no anxiety of knocking someone up...just fun." "I...oh...shit..." my words of protest were cut-off as John's hand reach behind the towel and gripped my half-hard member. "You haven't run away...you haven't taken a swing at me...so just take a deep breath and go with it. I promise it won't turn you gay." He said with a soft chuckle. I was wondering why I hadn't done either of the things he mentioned. I still hadn't moved as John slowly stroked my swelling tool, running his other hand over my chest, pecs, and abs. The towel fell to the floor again, and the coolness of the granite countertop touched my ass as John guided me against the cabinets. "Nice cock, straight boy. I'm sure you've plowed plenty of pussy with this prime beef." John said gruffly before send a trail of spit down to my tool and spreading it within his grip. I was a little surprised at salty and direct way John was speaking. It seemed somehow out of character with his normally professional and conservative demeanor. For reasons I still didn't understand, I also found it arousing. The direct, no bullshit approach to sex was so completely different than the gentle, romantic method my girlfriends preferred. The raw, animal energy was becoming intoxicating. My mind was still telling me this was wrong...it needed to stop. My body, however, seemed to be willing to indulge the intense taboo sensations. My breathing was ragged as John bent down to lick and suck my nipples...his hand kneading my pecs. Slowly, his tongue ran down my chest, over my shaft, and teased the tip of my prick. Kneeling on the floor, John licked the precum from my piss slit, and eased the head of my cock into his mouth. Damn...I had never felt a tongue dance across my cock with such knowing skill. He knew exactly where to go, what to do, and for how long. No woman ever compared to what this man was doing to me. With his jaws stretched wide, John methodically worked all of my thick, seven inches into his throat, his nose buried in my dark blond curls. Holy shit...this felt fucking incredible! "Mmmm...yeah...that's a hot fucking cock!" John groaned, pulling off my prick and slapping his face with it. "Fuck my face, man...bust your nut down my fucking throat!" By now, I was simply crazed. My cock was painfully hard, and I had no problem fulfilling my neighbor's request. John opened wide as I took aim and slid into his mouth with one fluid stroke. I gripped his hair and held his head still as I thrust with a steady rhythm, my balls slapping against his chin. This was the first time I had looked down to see my cock disappearing into another man's mouth. I felt I should have been repulsed...but John's tremendous skill convinced me otherwise. "Yeah...oh fuck yeah...eat it man...take all that meat!" I exclaimed, finally finding my voice and relinquishing my inhibitions. Not feeling bound to be tender and loving, I drove into John's face with only one goal...to get off. This was wild, intense, and guttural. My balls began to tighten, and I knew my release was imminent. "Fuck...ssshhiiiiitttttt...dddaaammmnnnnn!" I grunted loudly as four streams of cum shot from my prick and filled John's waiting mouth. John never backed off. He reached back, gripped my ass, and pulled me tightly against his face. His tongue expertly milked my pulsing pole as the overflow of seed seeped from his lips and ran down my balls. I was still gasping for air when John released my twitching prick, rose from the floor, and dropped his pants. His hard cock jutted straight out as he spat my cum into his hand, gripped both our rods, and jerked them together with my spunk as lube. John's impressive tool was an inch longer than mine, and just as wide. The heat of his flesh against my still-sensitive prick was intense. I watched in amazement as John's eyes closed, his jerking motion quickened, and his cock unloaded into my pubic bush. John grunted like rutting animal, his creamy spunk splashing against my abs, running down my inner-thigh and over my balls. After our cocks began to deflate, and our breathing returned to normal, John pulled the scrubs back over his waist and took a swig of coffee. "Shit...thanks man...I needed that. Take some time...think it through...if I haven't freaked you out too much; come over for dinner tonight at seven. We'll either eat, or you can kick my ass." He then calmly walked out the door. My mind was a complete blur. I struggled to recover from what had been one of the more intense sexual moments of my life. John's cum was matting my pubic hair and clinging to my balls, and the only thought I has was that I needed another shower. A few hours later, the full realization of what happened hit me. I had been seduced by a dude, and like some paralyzed zombie, I let it play through. I was horny, sure...but not out-of-my-mind horned. Hell, I got laid four days ago by a smoking-hot redhead with incredible tits. I don't mind saying John is good looking...for a guy...but he isn't my idea of a fantasy fuck. I'm not insecure about who I am sexually; I just honestly never thought that man-sex would ever interest me. Part of me expected to struggle with this and go on some dumbass drinking binge. Oddly, though, I wasn't feeling at all self-abusive or suffering much mental anguish. I was upset at not being more upset. After it was clear that I wasn't going to be pissed with myself, I tried to focus on being pissed with John. I had every reason to resent being manipulated like that, but I couldn't hold onto any real resentment toward him either. My mind kept drifting to the fact that he had given me the best blowjob of my life, and I didn't have to call the next day, send flowers, or go to lunch with his mother. Shit...my cock had started twitching again. The rest of the day stretched on forever as I debated the dinner invitation. If I stayed away, it would say that I was pissed-off and could make the remainder of my time in Chicago uncomfortably tense. If I went, it may signal an interest in doing more, which might also make things uncomfortably tense. As seven o'clock approached, I decided to grow-up, enjoy dinner, and discuss the situation like two adults. When John opened the door, he stood there with that familiar look of regret in his eyes. "Feel free to punch me repeatedly, if you'd like." "I would have been over before now, if that was the plan. You gave me an afternoon of tortured thoughts, but I think we can discuss this like grown-ups. I'll save the "Jerry Springer Moment" for later." "That's a gentleman's answer, and more than I deserve. Dinner is nearly ready. I think you're obligated to giving Red a belly-rub. He's been out-of-joint over missing his long run around the park. Oh, and Steve called...I gave you glowing reviews, so you're in no danger of being kicked to the curb." "Well, thanks...I can't blame him for checking on me, especially since we've never met face-to-face. Are you and he good buds?" "No...we're just friendly neighbors that mainly stay out of each other's way. He's a nice guy; divorced, early fifties, has a grown daughter that visits on occasion. Steve's not around much...not sure why he bothers to own a home." "I guess he has his reasons. It's a damn nice place." Dinner was pleasant, we shared some mindless chit-chat, but the elephant in the room was obvious. I kept trying to find a way of clearing the air, but the words just wouldn't come to me. When dinner was finished, and we were drinking coffee in the living room, John decided to break the ice. "Look, I'm sorry about how this morning went down. I was horned out of my mind, the chance to see you with a little less clothing was too tempting...I let things get out of hand." Short-Term in Chicago Ch. 02 ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please read part 1 to have a better understanding of what's going on. Before I get a dozen emails telling me how irresponsible I am for not including condoms...you're right. My only defense is that this is written as a fantasy, not an instruction manual. Get tested often, and play as safely as possible at all times. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I truly appreciated John's efforts to give me a farewell party upon the completion of my work in the Windy City. Many of his friends had become my friends, and the company of so many professional, intelligent people made my stay more pleasant than I imagined. The guests had departed, and I was sitting in John's living room, sipping coffee and rubbing Red's ears while I watched him gather the remaining dishes. It occurred to me the irish setter that had it's head in my lap might be the one soul I would miss the most. I briefly thought about getting a dog when I returned to California, but I knew my lifestyle wouldn't be fair to the animal. "Is there anything I can help you with? You've worked hard enough on dinner as it is." I asked, noticing more dirty wine glasses in the living room. "Of course not...the major stuff is done anyway. All that's left is a few glasses here-and-there. Besides, I think your jogging buddy is shamelessly taking as much time with you as he can get." John said, looking at his dog which had draped itself over my lap. "He's been a lot of company. Seems like an extended rub behind the ears is the least I can do for someone who helped me get so many dates." "If I could just get his charms to work its magic on more of the boys, then I'd be a happy man." John said, with a broad smile. "I'll admit that I don't have much of a sense for gay relationships, but it seems like Ben is more than a little interested. He seems pretty focused on you most of the time." "Yeah, well...we had a "thing" about a year back. We're still good friends, but I know I don't want to go down that road with him again. Let's just say he has more baggage than I can handle, and leave it at that." John said with a cool seriousness. "Ooh...sorry...didn't mean to intrude or pour salt on any wounds. In an effort to change the subject, is your offer to help me pack still good? I don't have much, but would like to leave Steve's place looking like no one had been there." "Absolutely...but trust me, Steve wouldn't notice if you left a week's worth of dishes in the sink. He has a maid that comes in a few times a week." "Wow...how did I manage to leave that out of my lease agreement?" I said with a chuckle, moving Red off my lap and getting up to put my cup in the dishwasher. I helped with the last few items, offered my gratitude for a very pleasant evening, and went across the hall to my rented condo. The next morning's packing job wouldn't be difficult, but I knew that John could help me make sure everything was where it should be. Damn, I was going to miss that huge shower. +++++++++++++++++++ I got up early the next day and started packing, leaving only enough items to get me through the next two days. At around ten o'clock, I heard the doorbell, and knew it would be John coming over to help. I opened the door to find him wearing a well-worn set of hospital scrubs. "Are you expecting to perform impromptu surgery?" I asked, sarcastically. "No, smartass...just didn't want to put on a suit to help pack your shit." John replied, punching my arm as he stepped through the doorway. "Hey, whatever...but I promise I left all the greasy car parts in California." We worked the next few hours, getting things in boxes for the shipping company, shooting the shit, and basically just getting things done. Around noon, we had a local sandwich place deliver some lunch, and went over to John's place to avoid making a mess. When he took a seat on one of the counter stools, I noticed the outline of his junk as it came to rest down his left pant leg. "Huh...he's going commando", I thought to myself before quickly moving my gaze in another direction. At that moment, my mind flashed with images of the unexpected experimentation I shared with John. In retrospect, the whole thing seemed almost surreal. As I shook the thoughts from my head, and focused on lunch, I realized that I had to respect John for keeping his promise. Not since the last encounter, had he made anything resembling a sexual advance. "Hey man, where's your head? You seem to be deep in thought." John asked, bringing my thoughts back to the present. "Oh...just thinking about all the shit I'll have to take care of when I get back home. This three-month field trip has been interesting, but aspects of it have been a pain in the ass." "I can understand. I know everyone at the dinner last night will miss you. Any chance you'll be back around?" "I'm not sure. It's likely I'll make a follow-up visit with this vendor...but it may only be a once-a-year thing." "Well...don't forget us when you're back in town." John said, finishing his sandwich and tossing the wrapper in the trash. "Let's get those boxes downstairs to the storage closet, and we can relax the rest of the night. Maybe you can even squeeze-in one more date with one of the ladies you're leaving behind." "I had three dates that went beyond a nice evening out. You make it sound like I'm leaving behind a trail of broken hearts. I've said my goodbyes on very good terms. It's best not to muddy the waters at the last minute and risk leaving the wrong impression." "I know...I know...just didn't want you to be bored, looking at an empty closet." John said with an easy laugh. We made a few trips in the elevator, moving my stuff to the storage closet where the shipping company could find them. John and I had both started to sweat, and I could see the back of his shirt clinging to his shoulders and down the center of his back. The thin fabric of the old scrubs was nearly translucent with sweat, and the muscles of his back were visible with every move. Once again my thoughts drifted to previous events...a mix of disbelief that I had ever done anything like that, and realization that I would likely never repeat it. My first foray into taboo sex was spurred by repressed curiosity, and the knowledge that the whole situation was temporary. I would go back home, and never face a scenario like that again. After all the boxes were stored, and we rode the elevator back upstairs, I found myself staring at John as he leaned against the metal wall. He was attractive, physically fit, professional and intelligent...but still just a guy. John was not at all what I naively thought a gay guy would be like. He could talk about sports, was not unwilling to discuss his early attempts at going straight, and admitted that pussy wasn't all that bad. He had no deep love of show tunes, or rainbow-colored décor. If I was meeting him again for the first time, I'd have no clue to his alternative lifestyle. John had become someone I trusted and enjoyed spending time with...a true friend. The elevator stopped, and we returned to John's condo for a cold beer. Over the last few hours, there was something I wanted to tell him, even though I knew it didn't need to be said. I was starting to have a sense of loss with my departure only a day away, and knew that I would miss his friendship. "Man...I want to thank you. You've made this detour easier than it could have been, and I'm grateful for that." I said, feeling slightly nervous, but not knowing why. "I...uh...shit...it's just...I wanted you to know that I really am cool with what happened a few weeks ago. We never really talked about it afterwards...and I struggled with it a little...but...well...it is what it is, and I just wanted to make sure you weren't still having a guilt-trip over it." John smiled, took a long drink from his beer, and paused a moment before replying. "Thanks, Glen...I do still feel like an ass, but I appreciate you letting me off the hook. I'm glad you found a way to put it in perspective and move on." "You kept you word...and that made it easier. You could have told a scandalous story to your friends...but you kept your mouth shut. I guess you could say that saved my opinion of you." I said with a nervous chuckle. There was a tense pause in the room. As though both of us wanted to say more, but didn't know how. The tension was broken when John's cell phone started ringing. Apparently, he was on call this weekend for the hospital. "Sorry Glen...I have to go do my thing. It's just an appendix...hasn't burst yet, so I should be back in three or four hours." John said, mindlessly taking his shirt off and tossing it in the laundry room. "No problem...in fact, gives me a good excuse to take Red out for a jog. Text me when you're done, and I'll get some Chinese take-out for dinner. I'm not anxious to dirty anything in the kitchen." "Sounds good...catch 'ya later, man." John replied, walking to his bedroom and closing the door. I went back across the hall, took a shower, and got ready to take Red out for his walk. When I returned to John's condo, he was already gone, but his furry companion was eager to see me with the collar in my hand. The walk in the park was interrupted by the usual number of attractive women willing to make small-talk while rubbing Red's ears, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I kept thinking about the experience with John, wondering if it had changed me in anyway. The answer seemed to be "no"...that kind of activity had never been part of my life before, and I couldn't see it fitting in with my friends or lifestyle in California. In truth, it seemed to be a special event, focused on one individual, in a unique situation. Yet, I couldn't help but think that I wanted it one last time. The thought of repeating, what to me was such a raunchy and taboo thing, caused a stirring in my groin. This would be the end of it...a life experience I could check off my list...but with someone I trusted as a friend. About an hour later than expected, John sent me a text saying he was on his way home. I ordered the food, and was pulling out plates when he came in the door. By now, I had turned into a nervous wreck. For the past several hours, I argued with myself about what I really wanted. The idea of trying to get sex out of another dude was simultaneously intriguing and repulsing. I had no idea how to approach the subject, or if my resolve was strong enough to actually do it. By the time dinner arrived, I had convinced myself that this was just a phase that needed to end. My conviction started to erode, however, after an hour of bullshitting about baseball, work, and cars. "Is there something bugging you, Glen? You seem...I don't know....a little distracted." John asked, as he grabbed two more beers and sat next to me on the sofa. "This is my fault, isn't it? What I did to you really messed with your head." "No...please stop beating yourself up over that. I'm honestly cool with it." I answered calmly, even though my throat began to tighten. This was my last opportunity to step over a line I never imagined I'd cross. "You know...I should be honest...if it weren't for the knowledge that I was leaving soon and unlikely to return, I wouldn't have let you do it." "Well...again, I'm sorry...and now that I think about it, it was probably the same for me. I confessed my "thing" for straight guys...and I allowed myself to go too far, knowing you wouldn't be here forever." John leaned back on the couch with a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. "I'd say that definitely makes me a fucked-up predatory jerk" "We're grown-ups, man. If I felt that way about it, I wouldn't be sitting here." I said, instinctively grabbing his leg above the knee and giving it a friendly shake. It was an innocent enough gesture...nothing two buds wouldn't do...but I found my hand shaking, and lingering on his leg. I stared at my hand as though it were separate from my body...my thoughts begging it to move, but my muscles unable to pull it away. I chugged on my beer and sat back on the sofa, my hand still on John's leg as it pulled upward on his thigh. John didn't move, and didn't say anything. He just sat there with eyes still closed as my hand simply remained in-place. My eyes kept darting back-and-forth...glancing at my hand, his face, and finally at his crotch. I could detect movement behind the fabric of John's pants, and felt a stirring between my own legs. I was becoming overwhelmed with the need to feel the heat and strength of another man in my grip. Never in my life had I ever wanted this before...but a bewildering sense of lustful novelty and danger began to creep over me. "Oh man." John said, with a yawn and standing up from the couch. "I'm going to take a quick rinse and get the hospital smell off me." He said, stretching his arms and bending his back...highlighting the bulge in his pants. "Maybe even a cold one." I said nothing in return, and watched him walk toward the bedroom. John didn't close the door, and a few moments later I could hear water running in the shower. I had to respect him for this approach. By walking away, we could both see my clumsy gesture as nothing more than innocent contact, and he could avoid seeming to pressure me. The ball was now fully in my court, and my stomach churned with nerves. "You don't need this...you're not fucking gay." I said to myself. "But it was fun...in a different sort of way." My mind reeled with contradictions. "You know you'll never do this again. It might make John feel better." I told myself, trying to pretend my desires were less about me, and more about easing a friend's conscience. I drank the last of my beer, took a deep breath, and stood up. My legs seemed wobbly as I stepped slowly into John's bedroom. Only one lamp on a nightstand lit the room, and I could see John's clothes in a crumpled pile at the foot of the bed. "Oh fuck...get a grip!" my voice said within my own mind. I took another deep breath and entered the bathroom. The layout was similar to the large space I enjoyed in Steve's condo, but had a more modern feel, with lots of glass and stone. John was standing behind the clear glass walls of the shower...his hands against the wall, with the water streaming down his muscled back and toned legs. My hands were still shaking as I pulled off my shirt and stepped out of my jeans. I was half-hard as I walked into the shower and stood behind John. Reaching out with my arms, I gripped his shoulders and gave them a firm rub. I would have used a gentle touch, and traced a finger over a woman's body...but I wanted this to be about men, interacting like men. Tenderness wasn't going to help me get through this, and I wanted John to know that from the start. "Feels good...but you don't have to do this." John mumbled as I kneaded his shoulders. "Don't do anything you're not interested in, just to relieve my guilt." "Oh...I think you caught my interest." I replied, stepping closer and pressing my swelling cock into the crack of his ass. "I'm not sorry you showed me something different. Just be aware that I can't ever see myself doing this kind of thing ever again...with anyone else." I moved one arm around to his chest, taking note of how different it was to feel another male body this way. My hand rubbed across the neatly trimmed hair on John's chest...the firm muscles of his pecs feeling so different than the silky softness of female breasts. "Damn...this place is going to be dull when Steve gets back." John said, reaching back between his legs, teasing the head of my cock and brushing the bottom of my balls. I continued tracing my hand down John's chest and rippled abs until my fingers met the base of his shaft. John stood up, pressing his back to my chest as I wrapped my fingers around his swollen tool. I could feel the heat and hardness under the silky outer skin as I slowly stroked the only other cock I had ever touched. John grabbed a bar of soap and slowly turned around, our hard cocks bouncing against the other. "If this is truly your last time, then we're going to make the most of it." John said, gripping our dicks together with a soapy hand, while the other lathered my chest. "I think it's always more fun when everything is squeaky-clean." I just stood there, enjoying the firm touch as John soaped my body. Once satisfied my front was sufficiently clean, he wrapped his arms around my torso, pressing his body against mine while roughly sucking and biting at my neck. His slick hands ran down my back and over my buttocks. After giving each cheek a firm squeeze, John slid his soapy fingers in my ass-crack, pressing one digit into my tight pucker. "Oh fuck!" I grunted as a second finger pressed for entrance into my sensitive hole. My hips bucked away from the intrusion, making my cock twitch, and slide against John's stomach. "Sorry, man...but if you liked the way it felt when I ate your ass the last time, then it's got to be clean for me to do it again." John said gruffly before licking my neck and planting a firm, insistent kiss to my lips. Once again, my immediate reaction to kissing another man was less than positive, but my apprehension soon faded as the gesture imparted a sense of rugged lust and trust...not loving intimacy. I returned John's strangely masculine kiss more easily this time, having more confidence that he knew what I wanted and how I felt about it. "I love how straight guys kiss...never really sure of themselves." John said, with an evil grin. "On your knees, Glen...now." I was both put-off and aroused by the demanding tone, and found myself sinking toward the tile floor as John pushed down on my shoulders. His hard cock dragged over my body as I knelt down, and smacked hard against the bottom of my chin. In spite of having done this once before, the sight in front of me seemed strange and unreal. Having been in countless locker rooms and gym showers, the sight of naked men was of little interest to me at all. The only other hard cocks I'd ever seen were in porn movies. Yet here I was...willingly kneeling on a shower floor, staring at a hard prick as a ribbon of clear pre-cum trailed down to my chest. This time I kept my eyes open while I stuck out my tongue and licked my way down the throbbing shaft. Moving back toward the tip, I pressed my lips against the spongy head and collected the slick fluid on my tongue. "Ummm...yeah...that's it, bud...suck it for me...suck my dick." John moaned, gently pressing a hand to the back of my head. The taste of warm water and soap filled my mouth as I inched slowly down the white-hot pillar of flesh. I learned enough from the first encounter to know that I had to keep the spit flowing to make progress easier. I took my time, and John was patient, as I adjusted to the thick intruder without gagging. The first time, I could barely manage half the length. I amazed myself that after several persistent attempts, I felt John's neatly trimmed hairs brush against my nose. My mouth and throat felt impossibly full, and my lips couldn't stretch any further. The moans of pleasure I could hear through the splashing water told me that I was making another human being feel incredible...and that we trusted each other in the deepest way possible. It still wasn't love or romance...but it was a bond between men that I had never felt before. Despite an odd of sense of pride in making John feel good, I also had a feeling of shame and degradation. It was just a nagging thought that I shouldn't be here, doing this kind of shit. "Oh damn, man...you are one fucking quick learner!" John said, holding my head firmly and fucking my face so deeply that his balls slapped against my chin. He wasn't being brutal about it, but was insistent. I coughed and gagged around his cock a few times until I learned to relax my throat. Spit coated my chin and clung to his hairless sack. "Oh fuck...yeah...lick my nuts...come on, Glen...lick that hanging fruit." John hissed, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and pushing my head further down. Short-Term in Chicago Ch. 02 Pressing my nose into John's scrotum, I was fascinated at how soft and smooth the loose skin felt against my face. I had the same reaction the first time around, but the sensation still held a taboo aura of the unknown. His balls rolled easily beneath the silky cover, which hung low due to the warmth of the shower. "Fuck, that feels good...that's it man, suck on those balls." John moaned as he pushed my back towards the floor. "Lay back man...I'm going to sit on that handsome face!" The hard, tile floor was mildly uncomfortable, but it at least the water made it feel warm. I was laying flat on my back, with John hovering above me...his feet against my shoulders and his sack draping over my nose and mouth. My cock was painfully hard. I had started this, and still couldn't believe the situation I was in. No one at home would ever believe I was capable of behaving this way. "Remember how hot I made you feel when I licked your ass, straight-boy?" John said, spinning his body around, straddling my torso, and squatting on my chest. "Time to return the favor, bud...go ahead...put your hot tongue on my little pucker." I stared at the firm, muscled globes in front of me...not really wanting to comply, but feeling an odd sense of obligation. I had, on occasion, tried to interest a few girlfriends in ass-play...but it never held a strong fascination for me. I gasped as John leaned forward, taking my cock into his mouth, and shifting his ass even closer to my face. "He's right...it did feel fucking incredible." I thought to myself, while still hesitating to do the deed. This seemed like the raunchiest, dirtiest, thing I had ever been asked to do...and for some reason, heightened my arousal even more. I took a breath, and extended my tongue to the outer edge of John's sphincter. I could feel every ridge as his ring twitched in response to my probing. I half-expected to feel sick when I started, but was surprised to find the experience incredibly erotic. John's freshly-cleaned backdoor offered no nasty surprises, and the eagerness of his cock-sucking increased with every lick across his rosebud. "Oh god, yes...just like that, man...lick that hole...oh fuck!" John cried out as my resolve strengthened, and I began working his ass in earnest. John used one hand to encircle my cock and balls...licking my nuts as I lapped harder and faster at his ass. I could feel my sack tighten as John used unbelievable skill on my aching tool. "I'm close...oh shit...I'm so fucking close!" I panted, moving my face out of the crack of his ass. "Feed it to me, man...give that load!" John grunted, before swallowing me whole and plunging a spit-soaked finger into my ass to massage my prostate. "Oooohhhh...sssshhhiiiiitttttt!!!" I howled, as my body jerked, and four heavy streams of spunk shot into John's hungry throat. He continued sucking me dry as my body slowly relaxed, and the convulsions faded. "Damn, you have some tasty cum!" John said, spinning his body above once more. The head of his cock was an intensely deep red, and his nuts were drawn tight against his body. "Oh god...I need to shoot, man...take it...taste every fucking drop!" John groaned, as he lifted my head off the wet floor and pushed his hard cock into my mouth. "Mmmpphhh...mmmppphhh" were the only muffled sounds I could make as John held the back of my head and pushed deep into my throat. It was clear that I no longer had a choice in the matter...I was going to swallow another man's cum. As I could sense John's body tighten, and his thrusts becoming more urgent, the familiar sense of excitement mixed with revulsion swept over me again. "Fuck...fuck...here it comes, man!" John shouted, holding my head tightly and pushing fully into my mouth. "Fffffuuuccckkkk...ddddaaammmnnnn!" John screamed, panting heavily as load after load filled my mouth. The first blast shot hard against the back of my throat, and I gagged around the throbbing prick that filled my mouth. John's spunk was warm, slick, and a bit salty...maybe not the best taste I had ever encountered, but certainly not the worst. To be honest, I had tasted my own load a few times in my youth, and his was very similar. It was the delivery method that made all the difference. I had little choice other than to swallow as much as I could, as several other streams poured down my throat...the excess squeezing past my lips and running down my chin. John held my head firmly in place as my tongue worked the last drops from his deflating member. "Oh man...shit...you took that like a champ." John said between halting breaths, pulling his soft cock from my mouth and offering me a hand to stand-up. "Fuck...that was...different." I said, swallowing the last of my friend's sticky load, and wiping the goo off my chin. "I guess I can understand why some of the girls in college wouldn't swallow." I continued, with an exhausted chuckle. John pulled me close to him, and centered our bodies under the spray of the shower. He once again pressed his lips to mine, darting his tongue into my mouth and mixing the flavors of our remaining seed together. "Mmmmm...I like how my cum coated your tongue...very tasty." John said, while biting my lower lip, grabbing the soap, and reaching down to lather my cock and balls. "Better get the boys cleaned-up for round two." "I don't know about round two, John...you pretty much wore me out." I answered, returning the favor and soaping his chest. John smiled widely. "I don't get to corrupt hot straight men very often. If you think I'm going to let you leave town on a "one-and-done", you're very much mistaken." "Hahaha...I've been known to have to some intense all-nighter's with a smoking-hot lady or two...but I don't think you're going to stir the same kind of interest." I said, smacking his ass with a soapy hand. "Well...you may be right. But I've already got you half-hard again, just washing your cock." "I think that's more like half-down, not half-up." I said sarcastically. We finished what had to be the longest shower of my life, with my fingers pruned and my body nearly exhausted. After drying-off, I looked for my clothes, but John had already gathered them in his hands. He walked into the bedroom and tossed them on chair before lying down on the bed. I followed, and started walking toward my pile of clothes. "No need to be in such a hurry...you don't have to be anywhere until tomorrow afternoon." John said with yawn. "Just lay down and take a break...we can grab another beer and shoot the shit after our bodies recoup." I had just pulled on my briefs when I look toward John, to see him patting the other side of the bed. "Hey...it was fun...but I don't need to be doing a sleep-over with another dude." "Seriously? We just ate each other's cum, and you're nervous about being on the same bed with me?" John said with a hearty laugh. "Just get your ass over here...I promise there are no cameras recording the event for posterity." I was tired, and John was right to point out the absurdity of my reasoning. "Fine...I could use a quick nap. But you're still not getting any fucking flowers in the morning." I must have been more tired than I thought, since I dozed-off not long after hitting the bed. I'm not sure how long I was out before being wakened by the feel of hands massaging my back. "Hey, sleepy-head...it seems all that hot water dried your skin. This stuff should help." John said, squirting more lotion into his hands and spreading it over my back. For a moment, I thought I should get up, and head back to what would soon be my former home away from home. The kneading motion of John's fingers, however, made me willing to endure the back rub a bit longer. He took his time, really working my muscles while restoring the moisture to my skin. John slowly progressed down my spine and to my lower back, his fingers nudging just under the waistband of my briefs. "I'm pretty sure this is going to be an all-over job." John said, tugging at my underwear while pulling them down and off my legs. Instinctively, I started to lift my chest from the bed, but John pressed my body back towards the mattress with one hand, while rubbing my ass with the other. I could feel that John was kneeling on the bed next to me, as his hands slid across the back of my thighs, calves, feet, and back up again. The soothing lotion and his skillful touch felt wonderfully relaxing. I guess I was still a little groggy, as it didn't register where all this might be heading. My mind was lifted from the fog, as John spread my legs apart, knelt between them, and quickly buried his face into the crack of my ass. "Aahh..oh...fuck!" I gasped, as the invasion sent a sudden tingling jolt through my body. I was reminded of how strong the sensation was the first time John did that to me, and the repeat was no less intense. My cock quickly swelled between my belly and the bed as John slowly licked a path from my ass, to my balls, and back again. "Damn...that is one fine hole." John mumbled, before plunging his tongue into my brown-eye. I gripped the sheets and moaned, writhing on the bed as he ate my sensitive ass. "I don't know...I think someone might be up for round two after all." "Oh fuck...that has no reason to feel so good." I moaned, as John pushed a finger into rosebud and lapped the back of my balls. "Flip over, bud...let's see if I've managed to pique your interest again." John said in husky voice, helping me roll over, and keeping his body between my legs. My cock was rock-hard, and John immediately took my tool into his mouth while still fingering my ass and rubbing my balls with his thumb. I couldn't help but wonder why the women I dated were so vastly inferior at a task that seemed so simple. As he did before, John brought me to the edge, and back down again several times...torturing me with the reward of orgasm, only to deny it over and over again. Eventually, John slowly licked and kissed his way up my body...straddling me, and bringing his dripping cock to my lips. I grabbed both of his buttocks, and pulled John toward me, swallowing his hot pole more easily than ever before. Once an easy rhythm had started, my hands traveled up John's torso...kneading his pecs and pinching his nipples as I vacuumed the turgid rod in my throat. After a few minutes of providing the best blowjob I could muster, John began sliding down my body, licking his way down my neck and chest. I was certain that he would impale himself again my aching cock, but John kept sliding farther down. His loose balls dragged over my dick, smearing clear precum down the shaft until John's tongue was once again teasing my swollen helmet. John's oral talents were so good, that I barely noticed he had placed my legs on his shoulders. Releasing my cock, he nibbled his way back up my torso until our eyes met, and his cock bumped against my slick and twitching pucker. "Now is when you need to trust me, Glen. I want to share something with you that you can't understand until you try it." John said with a serious tone. "I...uh...I...don't know, man." I mumbled, as my body trembled with nerves. "I do trust you, man...but...shit. Won't it hurt?" "I won't lie to you...it can be painful as hell, at first...but it fades quickly, and will feel better and better the more you relax." John said, with a calming tone as he reached for a bottle on the nightstand. "Open your hand." With my mind racing through a million scenarios, I hesitantly lifted an arm and opened my hand. John squeezed a large amount of very slippery lube onto my palm. I could feel the heat of his cock pressing at my rosebud. "I think you're being truthful when you say this will never happen for you again. You shouldn't let this go, without having tried something fucking incredible." John could sense my apprehension. "I won't hurt you, man...you have my word on that." He said, shifting his hips so his cock rested on mine. "Take that lube, and spread it on my dick." John said with a tone that sounded more like a command than a request. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it. I reached down, gripped John's impossibly hard prick, and coated it thoroughly with the slick fluid. When I finished, John pushed my legs forward, lifting my hips so high that my own precum trailed to my chin. He spat on my hole, and worked the saliva into my pucker with a slick finger. Once satisfied, he gripped my calves with firm hands, spread my legs wide, and pressed his cock to my reluctant entrance. "Take a deep breath, and push against it...like you were taking a dump." John instructed, as he pushed harder against my ass. I worked hard to concentrate on trying to relax and doing as he asked. John was patient, nudging my hole gently at first, and then more insistently. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, focusing my efforts...and then it happened. The head of John's dick slipped quickly past my tight sphincter. John stopped quickly, leaving his cock in position, knowing I would need time to adjust. "Aargghh...oh fuck!" I screamed, as the initial pain shot through me just as John described. Just the head of his prick seemed enormous, and I couldn't imagine taking any more of that thick pole. Tears welled in eyes as the pain slowly subsided, and my breathing normalized. "Relax...breathe...you're doing great, man. It only gets better from here." John said, before leaning down to kiss me with the same masculine touch as before. "Huge...feels so fucking huge!" I grunted through clenched teeth as John slowly inched forward, backed off, and then pushed forward again. It may have taken ten minutes before John managed even half his dick inside me, but his slow and attentive manner made the whole thing tolerable. I wasn't so sure about taking this step, and now I had a feeling that was hard to describe...almost like I was being feminized in some way, and that wasn't setting very well. John seemed to sense my mixed emotions, and worked to keep my perspective in focus. "Cool, man...so damn cool...you're one tough fucking bastard!" He grunted, slapping my chest with the back of his hand like a primal ape. "Most straight guys would have run away by now. You must be one kinky fuck with the right woman!" Even in my state of sensory overload, I could see through John's attempt to "butch-up" my feelings, and I couldn't help but respect him for it. Strangely enough, the pain and discomfort were starting to fade, and my fear of being split in half dissipated. I could now begin to feel every ridge and vein of John's impressive manhood as he passed through me with gentle strokes. I couldn't believe I had gone this far out of horned curiosity. The level of trust I placed in a guy I'd likely never see again was huge...but I also knew the impending distance between us is what made it possible. There's no way I could go through with this if I thought repeat performances would be expected. "Damn...that is one hell of a learning curve." I said, in as relaxed a tone as I could manage, trying to convey that I was going to be alright. I clenched my teeth, reached with one hand to squeeze John's pec, and gripped his ass with the other. "Come on, fucker...make me feel it. If we're going to do this, we're not going to be pansies about it." I grunted, slowly pulling him toward me until his hips were firmly pressed against my ass. "Gggggrrrr...fffuuuccckkk!" I moaned as his cock slid fully inside my bowels...the heat of his prick radiated through me. John's eyes locked onto mine with a lustful stare. His breathing became deep and ragged as he started to withdrawal, leaving only the head of his cock inside before pushing forward again. His first few movements were slow and even, gauging my sounds and body language for signs of discomfort. John's pace began to quicken with every successive thrust, until he was fucking me with a steady rhythm. My cock had softened considerably...but with every deep stroke across my prostate, previously unknown sensations of pleasure pulsed through my body, and my dick hardened in response. This was strange, intense, and felt unbelievably good. I could never convince any of the guys I know at home that taking it in the ass would be a good idea, and I was more than a little amazed myself. "Shit...you're so fucking tight!" John said, quickening his pace as he plunged deep into my ass. "Damn, you feel so good!" By now, my cock had never felt so hard, and it tingled with every stroke John buried inside me. I looked down to see a man's body, athletic with rippled muscles, pressed against my ass and the back of my thighs, using me to satisfy his own sexual need. The moaning sounds above me were low, guttural, and distinctly masculine...not at all the soft feminine coos I was used to hearing. I knew this was going to be a secret pleasure for me...nothing that I could ever comfortably reveal with my circle of friends back home. Some part of me still couldn't understand why I wanted this, but another was lost in the incredible sensation, and the illicit nature of the activity. "Come on, man...stop playing nice...fuck me...fuck my ass!" I hissed, reaching up to pound John's pecs and pinch his nipples. John just grinned, moved his hips back, and then quickly plunged fully inside. His forceful thrusts slid my body up the mattress until my skull was pressed against the headboard. Sweat dripped from John's nose and onto my chest. The ring of my once-virgin ass still burned from the intrusion, but the unusual feeling of pleasure made it seem like a minor annoyance. My cock was so incredibly hard, and the precum flowed heavily, filling my naval and sliding down the side of my belly...I couldn't even touch it without fear of shooting immediately. "Damn...you're one fucking hot bastard!" John grunted, before extracting his huge member, pulling my body down on the bed, and gruffly flipping me over onto my stomach. My ass felt like a gaping canyon without John's cock filling the void. He reached beneath me, tugging my prick down, and forcing it to protrude between my legs. With the strength of my arousal, it was a somewhat uncomfortable position...but the discomfort lessened as John began licking the sticky helmet, my balls, and my tortured pucker. "That is one fine straight-boy ass!" John said, slapping my hairy cheeks before laying his body on top of mine. His hard cock slid between my moons as he whispered hoarsely into my ear. "I know you want to cum, Glen...but not just yet...I want you to remember what might be the last good fuck you ever get." I had no response as I felt John lift his chest of my back...his hands pressed to my shoulders as though doing push-ups. Almost instinctively, I spread my legs apart, and felt his hard and warm cock pressing at my overstretched entrance. John wasted no time, and thrust forcefully into my bowels. "Mmmmpphhh...fffuuucckkk!" I growled, with my face pressed against the mattress. John stayed deeply planted, allowing me to adjust. The sensation of his dick filling me up again, with his loose sack draping over the head of my cock and sticking to the back of my balls, was almost more than I could take. A few more seconds passed before John began fucking me in earnest. The weight of his body, and the force of his thrusts, was providing more stimulation to my sensitive tool as it rubbed against the bedding. I needed to free my steel-hard cock, and slowly began raising my hips...eventually moving into a doggy position as John continued his deep pounding. Even that didn't ease the building climax that I couldn't hold back any longer. "Oh fuck, man...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum!" I shouted, reaching back to feel John's cock sliding into my ass. John wrapped one strong arm around my chest, pulling me upright and pressing me against him. With his cock still buried deep inside me, he gripped my aching cock with his other hand and began quickly stroking me with a spit-soaked fist. "Fuck, man...you're clamping around my cock even tighter! Shoot it, bud...show me that load!" Short-Term in Chicago Ch. 02 "Aaarrggg...ssshhhiiitttt!" I yelled, as the first incredibly powerful jolt ripped through my body, sending the longest rope of milky cum I had ever seen jetting out of my throbbing cock. Another three heavy strings followed the first, splashing against the headboard, covering and the pillow, and coating John's fingers. I felt nearly exhausted as John allowed my body to fall on the bed, guiding me onto my back. John was kneeling between my legs, his body arched over mine...one hand on the mattress, above my shoulder, supporting his weight...the other cum-soaked fist wrapped around his hard cock, pumping furiously and making his balls swing heavily. "Oh fuck, man...oh fuck...oohhh fffuuucckkkk!" John groaned through clenched teeth, his eyes tightly shut, as several heavy streams of hot spunk covered my chest and splashed onto my face and chin. John was now equally exhausted as his body collapsed on top of mine, his sticky load sandwiched between us as he held my head with one hand and began kissing me roughly. It was the same masculine, rugged lip-lock as before...but I was now eagerly sharing it. The exchange still had nothing to do with tenderness, or depth of emotion...but was an acknowledgement of being as physically intimate as two male buds can possibly be...a silent "thank you" for one hell of a good time, and showing me things I would otherwise never allow myself to know. John rolled over, lying next to me, both us breathing hard and trying to regain our composure. His hand rested on my thigh, neither of us saying anything, and both drifting-off to sleep. I awoke maybe a half-hour later, with John still sleeping soundly and cum drying in his chest hair. I moved gently off the bed, gathered my clothes, and went back to my rented quarters across the hall. For some reason, I just couldn't handle the idea of spending the night in another dude's bed. Having nothing more than a hard fuck and a friendly "goodbye" seemed to make the whole thing palatable. ++++++++++++++++++ The next morning, my ass still felt like it was stretched two miles wide, but it was clear I survived the night unscathed. John offered to take me to the airport, but I thought it may be less awkward if I took a cab...even though I wasn't entirely sure what I felt awkward about. I gathered the last of my things, and noticed Red's extra leash still hanging on the front door knob. I knew I couldn't just leave, and not say anything, so I grabbed the leash and knocked on my neighbor's door. "Hey man, I thought I was going to have to go over there and drag your ass out of bed. We'll need to be going in about an hour." John said, opening the door with a wide grin and holding a cup of coffee. "Is everything ok? You cool with last night?" he asked, pouring me a cup of java and starting an omelet. "We've got time for breakfast. Airport food sucks." "Um...yeah...surprisingly so." I answered, mildly bewildered at his nonchalant attitude. "Sorry I just left...it seemed...well, I don't know." "Glen, relax...I get it. You're a straight-as-an-arrow guy who decided to experiment a little, knowing that you could leave it all behind the next day." John said, slapping me on the shoulder. "I'm not going to send you love letters. We fucked...end of story. I just hope you had fun, and can leave it at that." I smiled, and sighed deeply. "Thanks...that's truly what it was for me. I had a walk on the wild side because I trust you. Really...I'm dead serious when I say that there is no way in hell I could ever repeat that stuff...and certainly not back at home." "That was some of the best "stuff" I've had in a long time." John replied, tossing me a plate and sitting at the counter next to me. "I confessed early-on my fetish for corrupting straight guys. It's clear we both knew what we were getting into." We finished breakfast without further discussion on the subject. I locked the door to my borrowed condo for the last time, gave Red a final belly-rub, and followed John to his car. I was going to miss the casual lifestyle I had here, but I was anxious to get home and reconnect with friends and family. The lady I had been dating, Janet, was looking forward to welcoming me back. Judging from our last phone conversation, it was going to be worth the wait. Traffic going to O'Hare airport was much lighter than we anticipated, and a quick check on security wait times with my phone showed that I had plenty of time. John offered to park and help me with my bags, and I eagerly accepted since I didn't feel rushed to jump out of the car. After checking-in, I still had more than an hour before I had to worry about getting through security, so John and I decided to grab a bloody mary at the terminal bar. "Just promise me, Glen, that if you do have to make a return trip, you'll let me know. I'm sure the gang would like to arrange a dinner out, if nothing else." John said, before biting into his celery. "I swear not to make unwelcome demands of you or your dick." I nearly choked with the bluntness of his statement. At least no one was sitting close enough to hear him. "The words of a true gentleman. Here's to hoping you find someone to tap that faggot ass on a permanent basis." I replied, lifting my glass in a toast and adding my own tidbit of shock value. "Yeah...ok...I'll let you get away with that one." John said with a broad smile, signing the tab for our drinks. "I've been watching that family restroom behind the Delta counter. Seems like a good spot to relieve some pressure before I have to get back in the car. I'll meet you over there before we say goodbye." John got up with a visible bulge in his jeans, and I watched him walk down the hall and into the family restroom. Being a complete idiot, I wondered why he would go in there, when the men's restroom was right next to it. Eventually, the light went on in my head, and I got the unspoken intention. There weren't too many people around, as the bar was in a hallway leading to other terminals. I had never done anything in such a public place...my heart started pounding, and my cock slowly swelled. I had to give John credit; he knew how to push me into the unknown. Trying not to seem too nervous or conspicuous, I walked to the restroom and knocked on the door. "Occupied" John answered, sounding like he was by the door. "Just checking on you...wanted to make sure you didn't fall in." I answered. Only a second later, I heard the lock on the door slide open. No one paid attention to me as I reached for the handle, and entered the restroom. John was leaning against the counter, his jeans open and the zipper down. "I was hoping for round three last night." John said, groping the bulge in his crotch. "Care to tap some faggot ass?" "This is nuts...and we don't have time for this." I said, even as my cock tented my pants. "I'm good with quick and dirty." John said, stepping over to lock the door. "Fuck it...might as well make this shit memorable." I grunted, mainly to myself, as I grabbed the back of John's jeans and bent him down over the counter. "Oh yeah, man...take it...I like it when you get to the point." John said, looking into the mirror and grinning back at me with his hands planted on the counter. I tugged John's jeans down just below his ass with one hand as I opened my pants with the other. I let a sting of spit flow down to the crack of his ass, worked it around John's pucker with my thumb, and pushed the stubby digit inside. John moaned softly as I pulled my thumb out of his brown-eye. I didn't even bother taking the time to pull my pants down. Tucking the waistband of my briefs behind my balls, I gripped my hard cock and coated it in ample spit, slapping the stiff flesh against Johns muscled cheeks. "Come on, straight boy...fuck my tight ass!" John said in a low tone, as though someone might hear us. I took aim, pressed the head of my prick to his twitching hole, and pressed inside. John's ass was tight and warm. Entrance required more pressure with spit alone, but John offered no protest. I slid deep into his bowels on the first stroke, pausing only a few seconds before starting to piston in-and-out. The keys and change in John's pockets rattled as I developed a rhythm of hard, steady strokes. I reached around and tugged on his balls as John jerked himself off. "Are you going to cum for me, faggot?" I said in a low whisper, knowing that kind of talk was now part of the game. "Are you going to clamp you ass around my hard cock and milk me dry?" "Harder, man...fuck...me...harder!" John growled. I placed my hands on his shoulders and held tightly as I pounded John's willing ass. He grunted softly, trying to keep the noise down, as I rammed his hole as hard as he could take it. I could feel John's sphincter clenching around me as his climax approached, and I knew it wouldn't be long for either of us. John raised his torso, and aimed his cock at the sink in front of us. "Oooh...ffuuckkk...ffuuccckkk!" he moaned through clenched teeth, shooting a heavy load into the sink...the pearly-white fluid slowly flowing toward the drain. John's ass had an impossibly tight grip on my cock, and it felt incredible. My thrusts became slower and lingered deeper as my own orgasm quickly approached. "Seed me, man...breed my fucking ass!" John hissed, reaching back to grab my fabric-covered ass and holding me tight against hairy moons. "Aaaahhh...uuuggghhhh...fffuuucckkk!" I groaned, struggling to keep the volume low. My hips bucked and pressed even deeper into John's ass I unloaded four heavy streams into his guts. The mild risk of getting caught made the whole thing more intense, and I thought my nuts would drain completely dry. We both stood panting for a few moments until my deflating cock slid from John's pucker with a sticky plop. John grabbed a large handful of paper towels, tucked them under my balls, and began wiping my tool with a water-soaked hand. "Not much fun to sit for hours in a plane with cum drying on your dick." John said, rinsing his hand under warm water before pushing back my foreskin and removing the last remnants of spunk. Once finished, he took some more paper towels, patting me dry to avoid rubbing the course material over my sensitive prick. "Wow...we managed to pull that off without making a mess of our clothes!" John said with a light chuckle while using some toilet paper to remove the cum oozing out his ass. "That was pretty fucking hot...but you should get to your gate. I'll just say goodbye here, and leave the room a minute or so after you're gone." "Thanks man...for everything. I'm going home with some wild-ass memories." I said, buttoning my pants and reaching over to give John a firm man-hug. "Hey...it's been fun. I'm glad you've got your head around it. I'd hate to think I'm giving you years of mental anguish." "I know who I am. I rarely shy away from interesting diversions. This was just a little more daring than I ever imagined trying." I said with a smile, before leaving the restroom and walking toward the gate. ++++++++++++++++ It's been three years since my extended stay in Chicago, and I've had no reason to return. I stepped back into my familiar lifestyle, Janet and I turned out to be a good fit for each each other, with marriage and kids becoming part of our plans. John sends me a card or email around New Year's day, keeping me updated on the friends that I may regretfully never see again. He's been with a steady partner for the past year, and John seems upbeat about having found someone to spend his life with. I never repeated the experiences I had with John. It's not that an occasional guy never attracts my attention...its just not something I feel compelled to indulge in again...yet. Janet knows everything about my sexual past, and she's shared her's with me. We've both had our share of unique experiences, and it's been great to have someone in my life that I can be so honest with. Neither of has ever regretted sharing the unknown with special people we love and trust. Short-Term in Chicago "That may be the understatement of the century. I like you man, but I wasn't looking to pick up a gay lover in the windy city. What bugs me most is my own behavior...I should have stopped you. For whatever reason, I was just paralyzed. I don't know if it was shock, bewilderment...I just don't know why I let it happen." John just smiled and drank his coffee. "Trust me, I wasn't looking to lure you into my world of debauchery and turn you into a gay sex slave. I'm just really into you, and thought I could show you something new. Part of my twisted psyche loves going after straight guys. It's probably some perverse association with the time in my life when I tried to convince myself I was straight." "You're not on some crusade to convert the hetero world, are you?" "Hell no...there were a few ladies that I truly loved. But, in the end, I knew I was lying to them and to myself. I think men in general are too uptight about sexuality. Most have no problem with two women going at it in some sleazy porn video...but think their skin would ignite if they touched another dick. There's a difference between sex and love-making. I just think there's room for both." "Interesting philosophy...and I suppose it would make sense to a lot of people. At least I can report that my skin hasn't erupted in boils from self-loathing. I'm not such an uptight prude that I won't survive the experience." "Good...I guess I'm happy I didn't make you suicidal." John said, before refilling our coffee and sitting in the chair across from me. "So...was it good?" "Uh...what?" I answered, nearly choking on my coffee. "Aside from the mental turmoil afterwards...did you like it...did I make you feel good?" "Nothing like a direct question." "You might have noticed that I can tend to get right to the point. Do you have a direct answer?" "Honestly, yes...I would have to say I never had a blowjob that good...ever." "Cool...I think there is a lot of truth in the notion that owning the equipment provides insight that the opposite sex could never know." John said coolly, sitting back in his chair with his legs splayed apart and staring at me intently. "Um...yes...that would seem reasonable." I answered softly, sensing a change in atmosphere. I looked back toward John, his left hand placed lazily over his crotch and his right undoing the buttons of his shirt...his gaze never moving away from me. "What are you doing, dude?" "Getting comfortable...I like to do that in the evenings." John pulled his shirt open, revealing a nicely toned upper body covered in neatly-trimmed dark brown hair. I had seen this much of him at the door this morning, but paid little attention. I had no doubt most women, and apparently men, would find him attractive. Watching him produced a slight stirring in my groin, and I was wishing I hadn't worn such tight jeans. It seemed like it was time to go. "Well, I thank you for dinner, and will give you time to relax and enjoy what's left of your weekend." I said, intending to get up, but not quite making it happen. "Sure...but you're welcome to hang around a while longer. It's safe to say that I enjoy your company...for however long you're willing to share it with me." John said, running his hand over his chest and squeezing his crotch with the other. I sat speechless for a few moments, not believing he was trying this again with me. "I'm flattered...but it would seem you need a private moment." I still hadn't fucking moved. "Have you ever touched another man's dick before?" John asked, staring at my shock-stricken face. "Yes...I know...another direct question." "Uh...no...no I haven't" "Really...not even a junior-high circle jerk?" "No...can't say the occasion ever came up." My throat was getting tight, my cock swelling a little more, and I still couldn't seem to get out of my chair. "Would you like to? You might be surprised how different it is than feeling your own. I'd be honored to share that with you." John said, rising from his chair and standing a few feet in front of me...his khakis stretched with an obvious tent pole. "I understand if you're not interested, and would rather call it a night. You're just too damn hot to look at and talk to. I can't help but get turned on by you right now." My face flushed a bright red at the thought of being quite that appealing to another guy. At last, I found the momentum to stand up from the chair. "Good night, John. A cold shower might do some good." I replied with a shake in my voice. I was ready to leave when John gripped my wrist and shoved my hand into his pants. My fingers brushed past his pubic hairs and rested against the warm, silky flesh of his cock. I made a half-hearted effort to pull away, but John held my arm firmly. "Grip it, Glen...take a hold of it. That's raw desire, Glen...pure sexual lust...and directed toward you. I want to share a physically intense, good time with you, my friend. That's a lot of trust between two men." "Man...this...this is fucking weird." I stammered, with my hand still resting limply inside his boxers. "Then teach me a lesson." John said, pushing my hand further down his pants. "Squeeze me by the balls and leave me here alone to accept my punishment. Or you could broaden your horizons...fondle my balls...feel how heavy they are...how soft my sack is." "Man...I've got no interest in hurting you..." I started to say, before John cut me off. "Good...then let's spend the next hour or so not hurting each other. Feel my cock, Glen...I really want you to feel another cock. I'm so fucking hard for you." My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it. John kept his eyes locked on mine as I slowly relented, wrapping my fingers around his pulsing rod. Why the fuck was I doing this? It did feel remarkably different. The heat emanating from the blood-engorged pole was scalding, the skin was soft and silky, while the flesh beneath was rigid and unyielding. I knew my own prick had to be similar, but it never felt quite like this when stroking my own morning wood. "Oh, yes...fuck, yes...that feels so damn good." John moaned, as I slowly stroked my first foreign cock. He allowed only a few minutes of my feeble manipulation before stepping back and taking off his shirt. "Undress for me Glenn. Show me you're willing to explore further without me pushing you. I want you to enjoy yourself...not hate both of us later." I stood there, dumbstruck, the paralysis flooding over me again as I watched John kick off his shoes. "I know you're nervous...you have every reason to be...this can stop any time." John said calmly and reassuringly. "Take off your shirt, Glen...let me see that ripped torso of yours." "Uh...shit, dude...this...well it just isn't me." "That's cool. But I think you might be a little curious. Nobody's keeping you from the door. You might miss-out on some mind blowing shit. It's not like I'm going to tell anybody. Your secret will go to my grave." I hesitated, my breathing becoming ragged as I moved my arms a little at a time before finally grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. This was it...I had done it...I made the move to take this further. I felt like I was fifteen again, nervous as hell, like I was getting laid for the first time. "Nice...really, really nice...you have a terrific body. Now lose the shoes." Again, I silently and nervously did as instructed. "Look at me Glen." I stared straight into his eyes. "Let's do this part together...when I unzip, you do the same. When I lose my pants, you lose yours. But keep your eyes on me when you're doing it." It seemed simple enough. I watched with new appreciation as John lowered his zipper, allowing the khakis to fall off his trim waist and well-developed legs. I was looking at another man very differently for the first time. He was attractive...he had the physique I thought a healthy man should have...and his boxers were tented with the only other erect cock I had ever seen in person. I never had a problem acknowledging another guy as good-looking. I surprised myself by seeing John in a sexual context...and being intrigued by it. I could hardly believe I was standing in my briefs with a raging hard-on in front of another man. John stepped closer toward me, his cock bouncing within the confines of his boxers. He ran the back of his hands over my chest, pinched my nipples, and lightly brushed over the bulge in my jockeys. "Nice isn't it...to just be with another person...to share what you know feels good with someone you can trust." "Um...yeah...I...I suppose so." I said; my throat still tight with nerves. "Do you trust me, John? Do you know that you can say "no" at any time?" "Yes...I trust you'll honor my limits." I answered, timidly running my hands over John's pecs and biceps. John gave no response; he just started running his tongue over my chest like he had done earlier this morning. My stomach trembled with butterflies as he licked past my navel, and gently chewed at my hard cock through the cotton fabric. "Oh fuck...oh fuck..." I mumbled over and over as John teased my prick, running a finger inside the leg opening and under my balls. I expected him to start sucking me again, but instead worked his way slowly back up my body. Standing in front of me, John placed his hands on my shoulders and gently urged me toward the floor. I clumsily knelt in front of him, unsure of my resolve. "Take them off, Glen. Pull my shorts down and take a good look at what your girlfriends have been faced with...figuratively speaking." I paused, knowing I was going to do this, but hardly believing it. I gripped the waistband of his boxers, tugging them over his muscled ass and off his legs. John's cock smacked my face, covering my chin in pre-cum as it sprang from the fabric prison. From this perspective, it seemed huge...though barely longer, but just as thick as my admittedly above-average tool. His sack hung low, was shaved smooth, and held two egg-sized orbs. I keep things trimmed, but never wanted to get a blade near the family jewels. "Go ahead...touch it...feel my balls...do whatever you want." John urged, bobbing his cock in front of my face. A taboo sense of discovery came over me as I placed one hand around John's ample prick and felt the soft skin of his scrotum with the other. In the back of my mind, I thought there was no way in hell I should be doing this...but I was now overcome with the sensations of my illicit groping. "Oh yeah, man...that feels good. Put your tongue on it. Think of the women who enjoyed doing this for you...it will be no different for you, than it was for them." I certainly couldn't argue with the logic, but now I had some hesitation as to how far I could go. I stared at the end of John's leaking cock...a ribbon of clear fluid trailing toward the floor. My own cock was painfully hard, and I wished the roles were reversed. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tentatively placed my tongue on the spongy helmet. The taste was a little salty, but not near as bad as I feared. John moaned in appreciation, gently thrusting his hips and urging me to take more. "Oh fuck, man...that's it...do what you know would feel good or you. Come on, man...suck my big dick!" John put his thumb in my mouth, forcing my lower jaw down, and pushed the head of his cock in my mouth. I wasn't expecting that, and started to cough and choke on the new intruder. "Just relax...let it sit there...get used to it...coat it in lots of spit." John said, holding my head in place with on hand in my hair. "It gets better...your girlfriends went through the same thing." John wasn't really forcing me to do this, but he wasn't going to let me retreat without trying either. I followed his suggestions, and found that my gag reflex quickly subsided, and the ample spit made things more comfortable. John let go of my hair, allowing me take as much of him as I felt I could handle, and at the pace best for me. I got four, maybe five inches of his hot man-meat in my mouth, but could do no more. I had newfound respect for the women who could take me down to the root. "Oh shit...that's good, man...awesome for your first time. Yeah, that's it...right there. See...you know exactly what you're doing." John groaned as I relaxed and began running my tongue around his cock. I felt oddly proud to be making him feel that good. I could feel my inhibitions slowly fading as I worked into a steady rhythm, eventually allowing John to gently face-fuck me...his heavy balls swaying with every thrust. "Lick my balls, man...put your tongue on those nuts." John said, pulling out of my mouth and pressing my face into his crotch. The feeling was both strange and incredible as I gently suckled the hanging fruit and the soft folds of his sack draped over my nose. I could hardly believe how comfortable I was getting with this as the minutes passed by. I was ready to tackle more of John's cock, when he abruptly lifted me to my feet and held my face firmly in his hands. "Shit...you are fucking hot!" John said, looking me in the eye. "Tell me...say what you want...talk dirty to me, man." Damn, I was horned...I was ready to do most anything just to get off. "On your knees, cocksucker...take my dick straight down your throat." I replied, in a gruff tone. "Fuckin' A." John grunted, beating my chest with a loose fist like some sex-crazed primate. He then pushed me back onto the chair, knelt between my legs, and pulled my ass to the edge of the cushion. Grabbing my briefs, he roughly tugged them down my legs and tossed them across the room. "Uuunnggg...aahh ssshhhiiiitttt!" I groaned as John ran his tongue along my inner thigh, over my balls, and along the bottom of my steel-hard cock. John's touch was rough and masculine...so completely different than the soft strokes I experienced with so many women. He devoured my cock as though he starved for it. Sensing my heightened arousal, he brought me to the edge and back again...over and over...knowing exactly how to prolong the sexual tease. "Damn...you're one hot fucker." John mumbled while licking my balls. "This should blow your fucking mind." Before I knew what was happening, John thrust my legs into the air and buried his tongue into the crack of my ass. "Oh god...fuck...oh fuck..!" I shouted as the new sensation shot through my body like bolts of lightening. No one had ever been anywhere near my ass, and the feel of his tongue around my sensitive pucker was explosive. While I was lost in the new feeling, my mind also flashed with mild panic over what else John had in mind. "Shit...oh god...that's fucking intense." I panted, pushing John's head back. "I'm not crossing that line, man...busting my cherry isn't happening." John just smiled and stood up between my legs...his cock throbbing and dripping pre-cum. "Don't worry, bud...wasn't my plan...that's some very advanced shit. But I may slip you a small surprise later. Trust me, you'll love it." "Thanks...I...I almost panicked." I answered, still trying to catch my breath. "Let's get you out of that uncomfortable chair. I'll be in the bedroom if you're ready for more." I couldn't say John wasn't giving me plenty of opportunities to chicken-out, and I weighed the options as I watched his naked form walk toward the bedroom. I sat there for a few moments, my cock slick and shiny from John's spit, and my sphincter still twitching from the unexpected stimulation. "Who's going to know?" I asked myself. "Even if it goes badly...I won't be any worse for wear because of it." I rationalized in my own mind, trying to make the whole thing acceptable to my conscience. "Fuck it...I need to get off." I walked cautiously to the bedroom, my inner-voice repeating that I didn't need to do this...pussy wasn't that hard to get. The other side of my brain however, craved the taboo nature of the whole thing. Messing with a dude seemed dangerous, over-the-top, and exciting. I found John lying on the bed, his head hanging off the edge of the mattress, stroking his impressive tool. "Afraid you might have left. Feed it to me, straight man...give me that breeder cock." John said, allowing his head to tilt down further and opening his mouth wide. Shit...I'd gone this far...if he was willing to blow me off again, I was willing to let him. Bending my knees for a better angle, I aligned my swollen pole with his mouth and slid fully inside. My cock was already soaked with spit and went easily down his throat. John hummed with contentment, vibrating my prick as I worked into a rhythm. I tried to keep a standing position, but the angle was too hard to maintain. I eventually bent over, my arms stretched out to support my upper body with my hands pressed to the mattress at each side of John's waist. I could feel my sack drag across John's forehead with every push into his wet mouth. It was impossible to ignore the body below me, the cock jutting up in the air, the muscled frame writhing on the mattress. I could see the loose sack pooled between John's legs and the copious amount of pre-cum oozing down his shaft. Damn, he was doing incredible work on my cock...it only seemed fair to do the same. I stared at the swollen man-meat for several seconds before deciding to take my second taste. The heat filled my mouth and radiated through my cheeks as I worked more of him into my mouth. My jaw stretched wide to accept his girth, but at least this time I wasn't gagging. John ran his hands across my back and over my ass, slapping my buns to encourage a faster pace. His body shifted slightly, allowing him to lift his head and rim my ass. The same shock-wave coursed through me again. I couldn't believe that act could possibly feel so good. I was still sucking his cock, when John pressed a moist finger inside my ass and probed for my prostate. The intrusion made me gasp for air...my arms went weak, and my body fell onto his. John's hard cock pressed against my chest as he bent my cock downward to suck on it, while still fingering my virgin ass. I could only grunt and moan through the overwhelming sensation. "I said you'd love this surprise." John said, relentlessly bringing me near the brink and back down again. I needed to unload so badly that my balls were aching. "Better calm you down before you explode." John said, flipping me aside so that I was lying on my back. John then spun around and stretched his body on top of mine...our cocks pressed together between us as he held my arms over my head. I wriggled my hips, rubbing my aching member against his body, hoping for a much needed release. "This might be the most difficult part for you, Glen...but I promise it will be ok." John said, before pressing his lips to mine and shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. I resisted immediately...as though kissing him was far more caustic than sucking his dick. In retrospect, it made no sense. I can only imagine that it added an element of intimacy that I held separate from just fucking. The stubble on his chin rustled against my own as he insistently bit at my lip and sucked on my tongue. This was no romantic kiss...it was powerful, and I soon understood the meaning. This lip-lock wasn't conveying love and tenderness. It was about sharing raw energy, sealing the bond of trust that nothing would leave this room. After the initial shock wore off, I began to return the gesture in just as rough and powerful way. John released my arms and I gripped his hair tightly, pressing my mouth to his firmly...running my tongue along his chin and neck. "Yeah...fuck, yeah." John grunted, pulling away and straddling my waist. He kneaded my pecs and shoved a pillow under my head. "Suck on it, man." John snorted, pointing his cock at my mouth. I no longer hesitated...I was more than will to give him what he wanted...knowing it was just between us. I was able to take much more this time, and while still very much an amateur, managed to reach the base of his cock. John pistoned into my mouth slowly, as his heavy balls glided over my chest. I could feel his body twist to the side and hear a drawer open in the nearby nightstand. I heard the snap of a flip-top bottle, and then felt John spread a silky liquid over my straining cock. Short-Term in Chicago "I gotta have it man...this fuck stick of yours is just too hot. I need you to take my ass, man...brand me with it...breed my fucking man-pussy." Before my brain could register a response; John squatted over my waist, pressed my cock to his hole, and began impaling himself on my turgid member. "Fuck...oh fuck...fucking big cock!" John grunted through clenched teeth, his face reflecting mild pain as he slowly slid down my pole. "Damn...holy shit...fucking god damn!" I shouted, watching my prick disappear behind John's low-hanging balls. "Tight...so damn tight...oh fuck!" I had never fucked any of my girlfriends in the ass, though I tried to get some of the more adventurous ones to try it. I could hardly believe how tight and constricting it was. While not as hot and wet as a prime pussy...it had a feel all its own; still warm, and enveloping. "Oh god, man...give me a minute...so big...splitting me in half!" It felt weird to be so physically connected to another man. If I thought sucking was taboo...this was fucking off the charts. John leaned back, placing his hand at either side of my knees and starting bucking up-and-down on my lap. His hard cock flopped around, smacking my abs and sending strings of pre-cum flying. I reached out to pinch his nipples and stroke his meat...doing my best to hold-off and enjoy the wild sensation just a little longer. "Damn it, dude...that ass is so fucking tight! I'm gonna blow man...I'm gonna blow!" "Oh yeah...fuck me...fuck my ass like you'd fuck a pussy, man....plow my fucking ass!" I couldn't stand it much longer. I started lifting my hips in a rapid motion, slamming into John's tight chute. Sweat was beading on my forehead as I felt my balls tighten and my breathing shorten. "Aaaagggghhhh....oohhh ffffuuuccckkkk....fffuuccckkkk! I came so hard, my eyes practically rolled back into my head. My cock shot at least five heavy streams of spunk deep into John's bowels. "Oh yeah...oh yeah...I can feel you filling me up...shit fucking yeah!!" John yelled as I watched his scrotum constrict and the head of his cock swell even larger. John came without even touching his cock. Heavy ropes of thick cream spewed from his prick, splashing across my face, and coating my chest with seed. The fluid was hot and thick, sliding down my nose and dripping into my mouth. Out of instinct, I licked it from my lips...finding the texture slimy and the taste tolerable. John leaned forward, licking his cum off my face and planting another insistent kiss to my lips. Cum leaked from his ass and ran down my balls as my prick deflated...leaving John's hole with a sticky plop. Biting my lower lip, John pushed away and lay panting on the bed next to me. "Wow...I've had some wild fucks before...but that was definitely the most fun." John said, smacking the top of my thigh. "Weird...fucking weird as hell." I mumbled between breaths. "Never thought I'd ever be soaked in somebody's cum. Guess I've graduated from vanilla sex." "Hey man...this wasn't about anything more than having fun." John said with a chuckle. "In my opinion, it beats the hell out of jerking-off." "Well...I guess I'll have to give you that. I'm not ready to give up pussy yet...but it was fucking intense." "I'm pretty sure the ladies will remain a priority, my friend. You've just been shown something new, that's all. Care to grab a shower? The least I can do is clean my own mess." "Thanks man...but I think I'll go across the hall to my own place. It was fun...don't get me wrong...but I think I've exhausted my sexual adventure limit for the day." "It's cool...I understand you could use some time to unwind. Just try to keep it in perspective. I'll make a promise to you right now...I won't pursue this with you again, unless you make the first move. I'm always willing to help a friend in need." John walked to the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I got up, gathered my clothes, and quickly scampered across the hall to my rented condo. I stood under the shower, watching the residue of another man's cum run down my chest and into the drain. I had to admit to myself that it was a pretty fucking wild time...but mainly because I perceived it as debased and taboo. I might be open to something like that again, but I knew it would be an infrequent desire. +++++++++++++++++ Another several weeks passed by with John and I remaining very cordial. True to his word, he never approached me sexually again...though I often felt him mentally undressing me when I returned hot and sweaty from a long run with Red. It was now my final week in Chicago, and John invited me over with some of his friends for a farewell dinner party. As usual, the evening was very pleasant. The disappointing part was that the women I had been seeing also knew my departure was imminent, and most had moved on to other guys who could promise a long-term commitment. I couldn't blame them, but it left me to "take matters into my own hands" more often than I liked. John seemed more appealing than normal in his trim-cut shirt and jeans. Maybe I could handle one more trip to the other side... To be continued?