A gay story: Dave and the Bear Across the Hall I couldn’t wait for the store to close. It was Saturday night and I had Sunday off and I was so ready for a day off. I’ve been working at a big box electronics store since I graduated high school two years ago and it sucked. I barely made enough money to live on, but at least I had a job.
As I walked out of the store to my car, my cell phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. It was my boyfriend, Russ.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey, Dave. You still want me to come over?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way home now.”
We made plans for him to meet me at my apartment and then we’d go and get a bite to eat. I pulled up in front of my apartment building and hurried up the stairs to my apartment.
I pulled off my blue shirt and khaki pants and took a quick shower. As I was getting dressed, Russ knocked on the door and came on in.
Russ looked very much like a typical skater boy, with his shaggy dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He was really cute. He had pink lips and a cute smile. He had a patch of hair on his chin that I thought was cute. He was taller than me at 6′ even and fairly thin, but with a defined chest and arms and virtually no fat on his body. He had two double ball earrings in his left ear. On his right arm he had a tattoo of a string of Asian characters. On his left pec, he had a large star tattoo. His clothes were usually baggy and you could always see the waistband of his boxer shorts over his jeans. His body was mostly smooth, except for the patches of hair under his arms and the treasure trail from his navel down to his pubes, which he keeps trimmed short. Russ is 21 years old, a year older than me. He was pretty typical of the guys I dated, though Russ was my first real boyfriend.
My name is Dave, of course. Dave Braxton. I’m 20 years old. I’m pretty short at 5’7″ and have a skinny build. I have black hair and brown eyes and wear glasses. I look pretty nerdy, but Russ says that I’m really cute.
I noticed the smell of pot when Russ leaned down and kissed me, and I could see his eyes were a little bloodshot.
“Russ, have you been smoking?” I asked.
“Me and Barn partied a little bit. It’s no big deal, Dave.”
“You know I don’t like it, and you know why.”
“Dave, I’m not even buzzed,” he said dismissively. “It’s no big deal. I ain’t like your brother.”
My older brother Ronnie and I grew up with just our mom. Mom worked a lot of overtime and would leave Ronnie in charge. Ronnie and his buddies would hang out in the basement smoking, generally leaving me alone. When I was 15, one of his buddies came up to my room one night and he forced me to give him a blow job.
I told Ronnie and he shrugged it off. He knew that I was gay since he caught me giving a blow job to his buddy Ace, our next door neighbor.
When he said, “What’s the big deal? You’re a cocksucker and he’s got a cock,” I got so upset. I yelled and cried, then didn’t talk to him for about a month. I had a really hard time forgiving Ronnie for that and for the way he outed me to our mom. Ronnie eventually moved on to harder drugs and right now he’s in jail for three years, but may get out early.
Russ knew all of this and the fact that he didn’t care was the source of a lot of friction between us. It was really the only thing we ever fought about. I didn’t want to get into it tonight. I just sighed and grabbed my wallet and keys.
We stepped into the hallway and as I was locking my door, Russ lit a cigarette. My neighbor walked up the steps to his apartment and shot Russ a disapproving look.
We didn’t talk much except to say ‘hi’, but I knew his name was Mitchell Saeger because that was the name on his mailbox. He lived in the apartment directly across the hall from me. Mitchell was an older guy, around 30 if I had to guess. He was really tall, like 6’3″ or 6’4″ and had a really stocky build and had a little bit of a gut and love handles. He had black hair and grey eyes and had a beard which he kept trimmed short. He seemed like he was really hairy. His arms were hairy and you could always see hair peeking out of the top of his shirt. Ick!
Mitchell said ‘hi’ to me. He looked me up and down and then smiled at me. I swear he checks me out every time he sees me and Russ hates it.
“What the fuck are you looking at, old man?” Russ scowled at him before I could say ‘hi’ back.
“Watch your fucking mouth, punk,” he growled back.
“Come on, Russ,” I said, pulling on his arm.
I gave Mitchell a sympathetic smile and he furrowed his brow and went inside his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.
Russ and I went to an all-night diner not far from my apartment. I paid for Russ’s dinner since he said he was broke. I complained to him that I was broke, too, but he said he’d make it up to me when we got back to my place.
When we got back home, Russ was all over me. He pulled me to my bedroom and we got undressed and fell onto my bed. We were kissing and making out. Russ was a really good kisser and I loved French kissing with him. I also liked when he would kiss my neck and ears. I reached down between his legs and wrapped my hand around his dick. He was hard as a rock. Russ had a dick built like his body, long and thin. It was cut and around 7 inches long.
Russ moved us into a 69 position on our sides. I went straight down on his big dick and he licked and slurped on my smaller member. I always wished I was bigger down there, having only 4 3/4 inches. I slid my mouth up and down his long, skinny shaft, licking it and stroking it. I took him back into my mouth, getting most of it down my mouth and throat, causing Russ to grunt and thrust his hips forward.
I moaned around Russ’s dick as he slicked up his middle finger with spit and pushed into my tight sphincter. He let my dick drop from his mouth and he started finger fucking me hard and fast. When he thought I was ready, he pushed me onto my back and turned around and climbed on top of me. He pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom and the lube.
Russ lubed me up and rolled the condom down onto his dick. He was kneeling between my legs. I pulled my knees back to give him access. I looked into his eyes and gasped as he pushed into me.
“Oh, Russ,” I moaned.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Russ grunted. “I love fucking your tight little ass, dude. You like my big dick? You like the way I fuck you with it?”
“Yes, Russ, please… oh god…”
I whimpered as Russ began fucking me harder. I ran my left hand all over Russ’s body as my right hand wrapped around my shaft. I stroked it and whimpered from Russ’s hard thrusting. I closed my eyes and moaned as I stroked my dick. Russ’s cock felt so good inside me. He slid it against my prostate over and over until I was ready to shoot my load.
“Russ, I’m coming!”
“Aw, dude, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking blow! Fuck yeah!”
I moaned and began spurting all over my chest and stomach. My sphincter contracted over and over and Russ shouted as he shoved into me and blasted his come into the condom.
He fell on top of me and kissed me. When he pulled out of me, he tied the condom off and tossed it onto the floor. He rolled over onto the bed and started to fall asleep. I tried to cuddled up next to him and he pushed me.
“Gimme some space, dude,” he muttered.
I sighed and rolled over onto my side. I liked sex with Russ, but I always wished he was a little more affectionate before and after. We’d been going out for over a year and ‘dude’ was the closest thing he had to a term of endearment for me. Sometimes I felt like something was missing. I thought I loved him, but even after a year, we’ve never said the words to each other.
***
When I woke up the next morning, I was lying on my stomach. I could feel Russ’s weight on top of me.
“Wake up, dude,” he whispered. “I wanna fuck,” he chuckled.
“You’re such a romantic.”
“You know you want my dick as much as I want your ass.”
Russ started kissing my shoulders and my neck. As he sucked the base of my neck, he started rubbing his dick along the crack of my butt. He had apparently lubed up while I was asleep because it was warm and slippery. I moaned and pushed back as the head of his cock brushed against my hole.
Russ groaned loudly as he pushed the head into me and then popped back out. I grabbed a condom from the open nightstand drawer and gave it to him.
“Russ… put it on.”
I looked back over my shoulder as Russ ripped open the condom and rolled it down onto his hard dick. The head was red and throbbing. Russ lubed up again and pushed it into me. I closed my eyes tight while I tried to adjust to him. Russ laid on top of me and wrapped his arms around me.
“Ready?” he asked.
When I nodded, he started moving. I whimpered as he pounded me relentlessly. I knew he liked fucking me in this position because he could get the deepest penetration. My dick was hard and throbbing against the sheet. I reached back and ran my hands down his sides and gripped the sides of his butt. I could tell he was going to finish quickly.
“Oh, fuck, dude! Here it fucking comes!”
His thrusts became erratic and he finally pushed into me and grunted loudly. When he finished coming, he slowly pulled out of me. I heard the used condom land on the carpet with a wet smack. Russ rolled over onto the bed and tried to catch his breath. I rolled onto my back and looked down at my dick. It was dripping and hard. I took ahold of Russ’s hand.
“Russ, please,” I whispered. “Make me come.”
Russ wrapped his hand around my shaft. He smeared the pre-come on the head around and used it as lube. All it took was a few strokes and I was bucking and spurting my load all over my chest and stomach.
“Oh, yes, Russ…”
I nuzzled my nose into Russ’s neck and kissed him lightly.
“I’m hungry,” he said. “How ’bout you buy me breakfast?”
“Sure, Russ,” I said with a smile.
I probably would have agreed to anything at that point. He kissed me slowly and sensually and then crawled out of bed. I followed him into the bathroom and while he went pee, I turned on the shower and got it warm. After we had a quick breakfast at the diner, we headed back to my apartment. Russ didn’t come up because he had to work. Russ was a bartender. Hopefully he’d make good tips tonight since the place was always busy on Sundays with people coming in to watch the football games.
***
A month or so later, I left the apartment to meet Russ downstairs so that we could go to a party with some of his friends. As I walked out, my neighbor Mitchell was leaving as well.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.”
We made small talk as we went down the stairs and I waved bye to him as we went in separate directions once we got outside.
“What the fuck did he want?” Russ grumbled as I got in the car.
“Nothing. He was just saying ‘hi’.”
“Well, tell him to fuck off. I don’t like the way he looks at you. He knows you’re mine and he’s always checking out your ass.”
“Whatever. And ‘hello’ by the way.”
“Sorry, dude. Hi.”
I smiled and leaned towards him and we kissed. As we pulled out of the apartment complex, Russ asked to borrow 20 bucks.
“Russ, I have less than 50 bucks in my checking account. I can’t afford it.”
“I owe Marx some money and he’s been on me to pay him back. Come on, I’ll pay you back after my next shift.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah. Promise.”
We drove to an ATM and I got $20 out and gave it to Russ. We drove to an apartment complex in a nicer neighborhood where Marx lived. I waited in the car for Russ, and then we drove to his friend Barn’s apartment.
We basically hung out and drank and smoked cigarettes. Well, I didn’t smoke, but Russ and everyone else did. Russ was in a good mood tonight. He was really hyper. He was laughing and snorting at just about everything. Then he got all handsy and playful with me. He didn’t normally do that in front of his buddies. Sure, they all knew he was gay and didn’t care, but Russ was used to hiding his sexuality from them.
When Russ took me home, he had to go to the bathroom and he ran past me into the bathroom.
I laughed and flopped down on the couch. My face was warm from drinking and I was feeling a little sleepy. When Russ came out of the bathroom, he was all over me. He kept trying to tickle me and I’d squeal and squirm away from him and giggle. He was being so playful and affectionate with me and I was really liking it. He chased me all over the apartment until he finally pinned me down on the bed.
He was laying on top of me, holding my arms by the wrist against the bed. I looked up at him and giggled. He was panting and his cheeks were red and his blue eyes were a little dilated.
“Are you okay, Russ?” I asked with genuine concern.
“I’m great, but horny as fuck!”
He attacked my mouth and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around his back and kissed him back. We were french kissing pretty hot and heavy as we pulled each others’ clothes off. He got the lube and a condom and was soon inside me.
Russ sucked my neck as he pumped in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered as he thrust hard into me. I was caught off guard because he came so quickly and suddenly. As he laid down next to me falling asleep, I reached down and grabbed my dick and a couple minutes later, I groaned as my body tensed up and sprayed my seed all over me.
***
I was stupid for not noticing sooner. Over the next couple of months, Russ kept having to borrow money from me and I would give it to him. He started having mood swings. He was usually hyper and playful, but other times he’d be really mean.
One Wednesday night after work, I drove right to his place. When I got there, his buddy Marx was there. Max was a tall, muscular guy. He had blue eyes and brown hair, plus a chinstrap beard. He was really handsome and dressed kind of preppy mixed with skater style. I had met him a couple of times before.
Russ seemed a little bit agitated. We went to his bedroom and he asked if he could borrow some money. I told him I was completely broke. My checking account was overdrawn and the nine bucks in my wallet was all I had until Friday.
He got pissed and yelled at me and when my eyes filled with tears, he backed down and apologized. He pulled me down to his bed and hugged me and said he was sorry. He started kissing me and I kissed him back.
“Do you like Marx?” Russ asked. “He likes you. He wants to get to know you better.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Never mind,” he said.
Before I knew it, we were naked and he was pushing his latex sheathed cock into me. I closed my eyes and ran my hands up and down his back as he made love to me. We were both trying to be quiet, but his bed was pretty squeaky.
Before I could even start to get close, Russ finished. “I’m sorry, Dave,” he mumbled as he climbed off me. “I’ll be right back.”
Russ threw on his clothes and hurried out of the bedroom. As I sat up to find my underwear, the bedroom door opened up and Russ came back in and closed the door behind him. It was dark, but I quickly realized it wasn’t Russ, it was Marx.
I pulled the sheet over me as Marx came and sat down on the bed.
“Your boyfriend is a real piece of shit, you know that?” Marx said quietly. “If you were my boyfriend, I would treat you like a prince. I would keep you safe and make you happy. You know, Russ owes me a lot of money… Dump Russ and you could be mine.”
My eyes welled with tears and I choked back a sob as Marx started to undress. I’m not sure why I wasn’t running away as fast as I could.
As he laid me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, he whispered, “I won’t hurt you.”
After wiping the tears from my face, he rolled a condom onto his cock and pushed inside me. As he sank into me, I realized his dick wasn’t very long, but it was thick. I was stretched out from Russ, but his fat dick was a little bit uncomfortable.
He started moving slowly at first and I closed my eyes hoping it would be over soon. I felt Marx wrap a slippery, lubed-up hand around my dick and he started stroking me as he fucked me. I was soon whimpering with each thrust against my prostate and grunt from Marx. I didn’t want to enjoy it and I tried to hold back, but the feeling of his hand on me and his cock in me was too much. I moaned and came all over myself.
Marx grabbed my hips and started thrusting faster and faster until he came inside the condom.
I silently cried as we both got up and got dressed. He hugged me and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back, but just stood there.
“Here’s my calling card. You call me anytime,” he said. He slipped the business card into the front pocket of my khakis.
He walked out of the bedroom and I could hear Russ asking him, “He was good, right? We’re cool now?”
“Yeah, dude,” Marx responded. “We’re cool.”
I stepped out of the bedroom and looked at Russ. The guilty look on his face said it all. He sniffed and wiped his nose. I should have known. Why didn’t I see it? All the signs were there, just like my brother Ronnie.
“Russ,” I said. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
“Dave, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for–”
“You whored me out for drugs, Russ!”
“Davey, please–”
“You let him touch me, Russ. He fucked me. Is that what you wanted?”
Russ looked shocked. His eyes widened and turned glassy with tears. “He wanted you. I… I didn’t know what else to do. I–”
“I don’t ever want to see you again,” I snapped.
I started to sob. Marx reached out and I jerked back.
“Don’t touch me!” I cried.
I ran out of the apartment in tears. I sat in my car and sobbed until I was able to pull myself together enough to drive home.
***
Russ called me more times than I could count that first week. The first couple of times I answered and told him to stop calling me. After a few days, the calls did stop. At first I was relieved and then I was even sadder. I missed him. I couldn’t help it.
A couple weeks later, I was at work, helping a lady find the DVD her grandson wanted for Christmas. I looked up and saw Russ in the video game section. A cute looking blond haired boy walked up to him and held up a game box. Russ nodded and the boy beamed. Russ whispered something into his ear and discretely squeezed the twink’s ass. The twink giggled and blushed and squirmed away.
I couldn’t watch anymore. I moved into the next aisle where they couldn’t see me. Russ already had a new boyfriend. I shouldn’t care, but I did. It hurt that he moved on so quickly. But then I realized that he must not have cared about me at all, and that made me mad. He knew where I worked and began to wonder if he came here on purpose to show off his new boyfriend. He could have bought that video game next door at Target. He wanted me to see him. Asshole!
***
One Sunday evening when I didn’t have to work, I wasn’t in the mood to cook so I decided to go the Wendy’s down the street for dinner. I had just sat down and started to eat my junior cheeseburger when I heard a familiar voice. I looked up and saw my neighbor ordering then paying for his food. After ordering he stood at the counter waiting for his food. He had his hands in the pockets of his Carhartt jacket, his feet spread wide apart. His snug blue jeans showed off a nice bubble butt. That was certainly different from Russ, who seemed to have no butt. He was wearing brown cowboy biker boots. He must have thrown them on in a hurry because his right pant leg was caught on the top of the boot.
He got his food and as he walked to a table, his boots clopped heavily on the tiled floor. He set the tray down and walked back and got some ketchup and a straw. As he returned to the table, my eyes were drawn to his crotch as he reached down and adjusted the large bulge. I swallowed nervously and looked away, but I couldn’t help but look back. As he sat down at the table, our eyes met. He smiled at me, then picked his tray up and walked over to my table.
“Hey. Want some company?” he asked. His voice was rich and deep.
I nodded and he sat down across from me, putting his jacket on the back of the chair as he sat.
“You’re Dave, right?” he asked. “I’m Mitch.”
I nodded and shook Mitch’s hand. It was warm. He squeezed my hand as he shook it, but not so hard that it hurt. As I looked into his grey eyes and held onto his hand, I felt a shiver go down my spine. I pulled my hand away and smiled shyly at him.
He took a big bite of his double burger and I looked at his bearded face. He was handsome. He caught me looking and I looked back down at my burger and took a bite. He took another bite of his burger and as he was finishing up chewing he noted, “I haven’t seen your, uh, friend around lately.”
He swallowed and looked at me waiting for my response. As I opened my mouth, I realized it was the first time I spoke since he sat down. “W–”
My voice cracked. I cleared it and started over. “We broke up.”
“Good for you. I can tell you’re a nice guy. You deserved better than that punk,” he said as he took another bite.
“Thanks,” I said and gave him another shy smile.
As we ate, I started to feel more comfortable with him and began to open up more. I asked what he did for work.
“I work for the D.O.T. Filling potholes, painting lines. Shit like that. In the winter, I drive a snow plow.”
“Really?” I said excitedly. “That sounds really cool.”
“Next time I’m up at 3 AM clearing the streets in below freezing weather, I’ll wake you up and you can ride with me and see how cool it is.”
“Oh god. Never mind, that sounds awful!”
We both laughed. He was definitely flirting with me and I flirted back. I don’t know why. I mean, he’s not my type. I don’t like older guys or hairy guys. As we talked, I realized that he was a really nice, regular guy.
After we finished eating, we walked outside. He lit a smoke and we walked over to my car. His big pickup truck was parked next to my Escort. I recognized it because it was usually parked by my car at our apartment complex.
“Thanks for eating dinner with me, Mitch.”
“Anytime, Dave.”
I got in my car and waved at him and drove home. He pulled in right after me and we walked up to our apartments.
“Hey, Dave?”
I turned around. “Yeah?”
“You wanna catch a movie this weekend?”
I wasn’t sure if I would have enough money to go to the movies by the time I paid my bills. I didn’t get paid again until the following Friday. “Um… Well, I’m not sure.”
“Come on. It’ll be my treat.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t let you do that.”
“I want to,” he said. He moved across the hall to my doorway, leaning closer to me. “Come on, let me take you out. I’ll bet you could use a night out.”
His voice was deep and husky. He wasn’t asking as a friend. He was asking me out on a date. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go out with him, and going to see a movie would be fun. “Yeah… I guess that would be nice.”
“I’ll come get you around 6, then.”
“Okay. Bye, Mitch.”
***
I arranged to work the early shift Saturday so that I could go out with Mitch. I hadn’t been out on a real date in a long time and I was a little bit nervous. I got home and showered and cleaned up really nice. I put on a clean pair of jeans, a white Polo shirt and my Chucks. Mitch knocked on the door right before 6. I grabbed my coat and we headed out.
We drove to the movie theater in his pickup truck. I was really nervous at first and didn’t talk much, but he did a lot of talking and I eventually warmed up.
We had a great time at the movies. Mitch bought my ticket and even bought me a soda and shared a large bag of popcorn with me.
After the movie, he wanted to grab a bite to eat, so we went to the sub shop near our house. We split an Italian sub and sat in the restaurant and talked while we ate.
He told me he was 34 years old and I was surprised because I thought he looked younger than that. When I told him I was 20, he almost choked on his sandwich.
“Jesus, I thought you were older. You look young, but…”
He seemed to be a little bit embarrassed and we both laughed nervously. He then asked me why Russ and I broke up.
“Well… I guess that’s really between Russ and me, but I’ll just say it’s something I can’t ever forgive him for.”
He smiled at me and said he understood. He asked about my family. I told him my mom was a single parent and worked a lot and she was never very close to my brother Ronnie and me. I told him how Ronnie had outed me to her one day when he was high. I was 17 at the time. Mom said it was okay, but I could tell it wasn’t. After that, it was like she was never comfortable around me. Whatever little communication we shared before seemed to die after. I told him about my strained relationship with Ronnie, and how he ended up in jail. I had tears in my eyes when I looked up at him. He looked at me with such sympathy as he listened, I felt so much better to know that he actually listened and cared about what I was saying.
Mitch told me that after he graduated from high school, he joined the Army for eight years and tried to be straight. It wasn’t until he got out that he came to terms with being gay. His dad hated that he was gay and his mom pretended like he wasn’t, so his relationship with his parents was pretty strained. Mitch had a brother and a sister. Both of them lived out of state and he didn’t see them very often, nor did they talk much.
I told him that my mom wanted me to join the Army or the Navy. She said it would make a man out of me. I really wanted to go to college, but we just didn’t have the money. Instead, I ended up getting the job I had and moving out on my own shortly after.
As I talked to Mitch, I realized that I was very much attracted to the older man. He seemed to hang on my every word, listening to everything I had to say like it was the most important thing in the world. I also realized how incredibly handsome he was. His gray eyes stared into mine and I couldn’t help but stare back.
When we got back to our apartment building, I waited for Mitch to get out of truck. He took the last drag of his smoke and stomped it out on the pavement and we walked inside. When we got upstairs, he invited me inside his apartment for a drink. He was looking at me with lust in his eyes and I couldn’t resist. I followed him into his apartment. It was similar to my own apartment, but the mirror image. It was decorated very spartan and looked very much like a bachelor pad.
Mitch adjusted the thermostat to turn the heat up, then grabbed a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge. He turned on the TV and we sat down together on the couch. We slowly sipped our beer and he moved his hand to the back of the couch. I turned to face him, sitting cross-legged on the couch.
I gave him a shy smile. I really liked the older man and I so wanted him to like me back. He was so masculine and so different than my previous sexual partners, not that there were many. I could count them all on one hand.
“Fuck. You are a cute little guy,” he said quietly.
I blushed hard. “Thanks,” I muttered. “You’re really handsome, Mitch.”
Mitch moved his hand from the couch to the back of my head. He lightly stroked the nape of my nape. My heart was beating really fast and my breathing shallowed. I looked into his gray eyes and swallowed loudly. He moved closer to me. I shifted slightly closer to him. I could smell his cologne, mixed with a little bit of cigarette smoke. He kissed me. It was a gentle kiss. His lips were warm and soft.
Mitch set his beer on the coffee table and took mine and did the same.
I closed my eyes as he moved towards me and we kissed again. We wrapped our arms around each other. He opened his mouth and kissed me slowly and sensually. I had never kissed anyone with a full beard and moustache before. It was different… but in a good way. I really liked the feeling of the prickly whiskers tickling my sensitive skin. His tongue flicked into my mouth and licked at my own tongue. I whimpered and grabbed at his back and pulled myself closer to him and melted into him as we kissed passionately.
Mitch finally broke the kiss and gave me several small kisses. “Mmm… that’s nice, Davey.”
“You’re a good kisser,” I whispered.
I thought Russ was a good kisser. Russ was an amateur compared to Mitch. I wondered what else Mitch was good at and I blushed at the dirty thoughts going through my head.
Mitch peppered me with several more kisses. “Can I call you Davey?”
“Yes,” I said. I normally hated to be called Davey, but I didn’t mind it at all from Mitch.
Mitch stood up and pulled me up by the hand. He held my hand and led me to his bedroom. He turned on the lamp on the nightstand and wrapped his beefy arms around me. I rested my head on his chest and hugged him back. I could feel his nose and lips in my hair, sniffing and then kissing the top of my head.
“You’re so tall… so big,” I whispered. “I’ve never been with someone like you…”
“Are you okay with this?”
“Yeah.”
I looked up at him and he leaned down and kissed me. His kiss became passionate, open mouthed, with lots of tongue. I could feel what felt like a large lead pipe pressing into my stomach. He broke the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head. He ran his rough hands up and down my smooth body and I shuddered. He covered my mouth with his and I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled it off and he helped me by shrugging it off his shoulders. I grabbed the bottom of his wife beater and untucked it from his jeans. He grabbed it and pulled over his head and dropped it onto the pile of clothes.
I looked his chest and stomach up and down. It was covered with dark curly hair from the collarbones to his waist. He had strong looking chest muscles. His belly was slightly rounded and he had love handles on the side. I was surprised that I wasn’t immediately turned off. In fact, my dick twitched and I felt pre-come oozing into my underwear. He had a large eagle tattooed on his right upper arm. The other arm had an armband tattoo that looked like intertwined barbed wires. His third tattoo was a bear paw on his left pec. I could barely see it under the nest of fur.
I was well aware that he was watching me. I slowly brought my hands up to his chest. As I made contact with his hairy pecs, my body shivered. My hands tingled as I slowly stroked the hair on his chest. As I touched the soft hair, I realized how wrong I was to think that a hairy man was not sexy. Mitch let out a slow breath and quietly moaned. My hands moved down to his belly. It was soft, but underneath that soft layer, it was hard with muscle. I moved my hands up his sides and then across his arms. I traced my fingers across the tattoos and looked up into his eyes. I smiled warmly at him.
Mitch’s hands moved to my face and he kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth and explored every inch. He pulled my tongue into his mouth and sucked it. As his arms moved down around me, he kissed my chin, pushing my head back with his as he moved down the front of my neck, kissing along the way. His tongue licked around to the side of my neck, where his mouth clamped down. He sucked in the sensitive skin at the base of my neck, licking and nibbling. I whimpered and my knees buckled and his grip on me tightened, holding me up against him.
“Oh god… Mitch…”
Mitch’s hands moved to my pants. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans and they fell to the floor. I grabbed his waistband and belt for support as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I pushed my pants to the side and stood up straight in front of him. I was wearing only socks and a pair of black briefs, which were wet and tented by my small but throbbing bone.
Mitch’s hands moved to my shoulders and he looked me up and down. I suddenly felt embarrassed and self-conscious standing in front of the giant older man and I blushed and covered myself with my hands and my eyes welled up with tears.
Mitch lifted my chin up and I looked into his eyes.
“Don’t be shy, Davey,” he said. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
No one had ever told me I was beautiful before. As I looked into his eyes, I could see he really meant it. A tear fell down my cheek and I tried to smile at him. His rough, calloused hand moved to my cheek. He held it gently and wiped the tear away with his thumb. I was so touched by his gesture of affection, I almost burst into tears.
As Mitch kissed me slowly and sensually, I moved my hands to his soft waist. I moved around to the front and fumbled with his leather belt before finally unbuckling it. I unsnapped his jeans and unzipped them.
“Help me with my boots,” he asked.
I knelt down and he held steady on my shoulders as I took each one off. Kneeling in front of him, I pulled his jeans down and he stepped out of them and I laid them on our pile of clothes. He was wearing gray boxer briefs and his dick was clearly huge and clearly hard, point upwards towards his left side, stretching the material and butting up against the waistband. The material was stained wet at the head from his leaking fluid. I looked up at him and he was staring down at me with lust in his eyes. One of his hands moved from my shoulder to the back of my head. He ran his fingers through my hair.
Still locked onto his eyes, I moved my hands up to his waistband. He nodded his approval and I returned my gaze to his shorts as I slowly pulled them down. I drew in a sharp breath as his penis bobbed up in front of my face, pointing straight up, almost parallel to his body. It was the biggest erection I ever saw. He had to be well over eight inches long. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin covered half of the head, which was swollen dark red and wet and sticky with pre-come. He had large testicles and they hung heavily from his body. His crotch was covered in dark curly hair.
I looked into his eyes for approval.
“Go ahead, boy,” he whispered. “You know what you want.”
I slowly brought my hands up to him. I wrapped my right hand around the shaft. It felt like a jolt of electricity went through my arm down into my crotch. My dick jerked in my underwear and more pre-come dripped out. His cock felt so hot in my hand. It was so thick that I couldn’t encircle it with my thumb and fingers. I slowly slid my hand up and down. The foreskin felt so soft, but underneath it was hard as steel. A musky, sweaty smell compelled me to move closer and to take it in.
I brought my left hand up to his balls and gently rolled them in my hand. I pulled his dick down towards my mouth. I could feel his eyes staring down into me, but I didn’t dare look up. I kissed the tip and then licked the underside of the head. The taste was strong and salty, like nothing I ever tasted before. I moaned and closed my mouth around the head. I slowly stroked and twisted my hand up and down the shaft as I began sucking. I slowly bobbed my head up and down in rhythm with my hand. Mitch’s hand tightened in my hair and he groaned loudly.
“Aw, fuck, Davey, that’s so fucking good…”
“Mmm,” I moaned and worked him faster and deeper. His breathing grew louder and faster and he suddenly gripped my shoulders and stepped back. He gripped the base of his cock and hissed. “I don’t want to come yet.”
He pulled me up to my feet and pulled my briefs off. He pulled me to his bed and we laid down on our sides facing each other. We ran our hands all over each other as we made out. He rolled me onto my back and then rolled on top of me. I loved the feeling of his hairy body on my smooth body, the feeling of his weight on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his back and ran them down to his bubble butt.
“Mitch… You’re so big and hairy,” I whispered as he licked my ear lobe. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine.
“I got a real man’s body, boy,” he whispered back, his voice low and husky.
“I like it. I like it a lot.”
Mitch moved down my body, kissing his way down my neck to my chest. He licked and sucked at my nipple. He nipped it a little to hard with his teeth and I yelped.
He looked up at me, “Too rough?”
I nodded. “They’re sensitive.”
He flicked his tongue gently over it and I fell back onto his pillow and moaned. He moved to the other one and gave it some attention before sliding further down. I gasped when I felt his warm wet mouth engulf my dick. He gently sucked it as he bobbed up and down. Oh, god, it was so good. I never felt anything like it before. Mitch knew what he was doing. My hands moved to the top of his head to encourage him to continue.
“Mitch… Oh, Mitch… Please…,” I begged as my head thrashed back and forth on his pillow.
He moaned as he continued his steady rhythm.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come… Please, Mitch… make me… Oh! Mitch!”
My body bucked and tensed up and my insides contracted violently and I exploded into his mouth. I fired jet after jet of my semen into his sucking mouth until I had no more to give him. I cried out and pulled him off me. He lifted his head and looked up at me and I looked back down at him. I opened my mouth, but couldn’t speak. I tried to tell him with my eyes how wonderful he made me feel.
He moved up and laid down on his side next to me and he kissed me gently. I looked down and his dick was purple and swollen. It needed me to take care of it. I pushed him onto his back and moved my head down to his crotch.
I drew in a ragged breath. “You’re so big…”
“Suck my cock, Davey,” he whispered as he nudged the back of my head.
I took him into my mouth and worked him like a pro. I used every trick I knew. I wanted to make him feel good, as good as he made me feel. I wanted him to feel so good he’d never forget it. I wanted him to feel so good that he’d want to see me again and again. His hard shaft felt so hot and so smooth on my tongue. I slowly took him all the way into my mouth until my nose was buried in his furry pubic bush.
“Oh, fucking Christ!” Mitch groaned loudly.
I quickly pulled back so that I didn’t choke and I repeated the move several more times. His breathing was rapidly quickening and he was grunting and groaning loudly. He was quickly approaching his climax. I felt his cock harden even further and the head swelled in my mouth and I pulled back. I used my hand to stroke the shaft in a twisting motion as I bobbed up and down on the upper half.
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna come in your mouth! Aw, fuck!!”
I thought I was prepared for it, but I wasn’t. He came with such force and volume, I actually thought I might choke and die with his dick in my mouth. I eagerly swallowed as much as I could and what leaked out I cleaned up with my tongue. I let him slip out of my mouth as it softened. I looked at it laying on his thigh, looking spent and wet with my saliva, jutting out of the furry bush, the head hidden away inside the thick foreskin. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked up at him.
“C’mere, boy,” he growled. Mitch pulled me up to him and kissed me. I laid with him for a few seconds until the pressure in my groin became too much.
“Can I use your bathroom?” I asked.
He chuckled and smacked my butt. I got up and used the bathroom and washed my hands. When I returned, he was on his back with his arm over his eyes, the blankets up over his waist, and he was snoring softly.
I wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t make any indication that he wanted me to stay, so I figured I would head back to my apartment. I walked to the pile of clothes and found my briefs.
“Whatcha doin’?” Mitch asked groggily. “Come back to bed, baby.”
I looked over at him. He was holding the blankets open for me. I smiled and dropped my briefs and climbed into bed. He pulled the covers over the top of us. He pulled me to his chest and I laid my head down on him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders and he held me tight to his body. I gently stroked the fur on his belly. He felt so warm and I snuggled into his body. I felt him kiss the top of my head and then he started to snore.
I never felt like this with anyone. This big, older, blue collar guy was rough around the edges. He drank, smoked, used the ‘F’ word a lot, and talked with his mouth full. But he was also kind and gentle and affectionate. He was holding me and wanted me to cuddle with him. He called me ‘baby’. I relaxed into him and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
The next morning when we woke, I was still in his arms. We laid in bed talking for a while. Then we started making out and touching and stroking each other. When he pushed my head down and pleaded with me to suck him, I didn’t have to be asked twice. I was kneeling over him and he reached down between my legs and jerked me off. As I was spurting my load all over his hand and the sheets, I was moaning around his shaft. His sticky hand moved up to my head and he pushed me down and blasted into my throat and my mouth.
Afterward, we laid back trying to catch our breath. He started chuckling because I had come in my hair and on my chin. We took a quick shower together and then he had to get ready to go out because he was meeting up with some friends of his. We traded phone numbers and he said he’d call me.
Before I left his apartment, I stopped and turned to him and quietly said, “I had a really good time with you, Mitch.”
He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards him as he leaned down and kissed me. “Me too, Davey. I’ll call you soon, okay?”
***
I saw him several more times over the next two weeks. He always insisted on paying when we went out. I guess he had a strong sense of chivalry, even though we were both guys. After the third time of him paying for dinner, I insisted that he let me make him dinner at my apartment. As I tried to figure out what to make, I kind of regretted insisting on cooking. It was a couple of days before pay day and I didn’t have a lot of money, so I just made a simple and cheap spaghetti dinner. I fancied up a jar of sauce with some Italian sausage and peppers. I put together a salad and also made garlic bread.
As we sat down at my little table, I felt really nervous. “I hope you like it, Mitch. I know it’s not very fancy and it’s kind of cheap, but… um…”
My voice cracked and my eyes teared up and I looked down at my hands.
“Hey… What’s wrong?” he asked. “I don’t care about how fancy the meal is or how much it costs. I’m here to be with you, Davey.”
I wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled at him. He smiled and winked and we started to eat. He carried on about how great it was and while I think he really liked it, he might have been exaggerating a bit for my benefit. He did have seconds, though, and when I offered to put the leftovers in a container for him to take to lunch the next day, he was like “fuck yeah, I’ll take ’em!”
I adored him for that and I showed him how much that night when I knelt down in front of him.
***
After we had been dating for about three weeks, things moved to the next level. It was a Sunday and we planned to spend the afternoon together. Mitch needed to care of some errands and asked me to come along. The temperature had gotten really cold and snow weather was coming. We first drove to the D.O.T. office. He had a snow plow attachment for the front of his truck and kept it stored there in the summer. I helped him put it on. Well, I wasn’t very much help actually. He did nearly all of the work.
After that, he wanted to go to Home Depot, so we drove the couple hours down to Grand Rapids and picked up some stuff he needed. After that, he pulled into an Outback Steakhouse. I was little bit uneasy because it was like a week’s budget to eat there. Mitch immediately sensed my feelings and put his hand on mine.
“I’m gonna buy your dinner tonight, Davey. I take care of my baby. You’re my baby, aren’t you?”
I wanted to be his baby so bad. I nodded and managed to squeak out a quiet “Yes.”
“And I’m your man. You don’t ever have to worry about anything as long as I’m around. Understand?”
I nodded and quickly wiped the tears that started to fall. I looked up into his eyes and he winked and hugged me. I knew then that I had fallen in love with Mitch Saeger. I nuzzled my cheek against his bearded face, then kissed his cheek.
After a great dinner, we drove back home. Mitch had the radio on a country music station, turned down low so that we could talk.
About halfway home, it started to snow. By the time we pulled into the apartment complex, there was already about an inch of snow on the ground. We went up the stairs and I unlocked my door and thanked him for a great day and for dinner.
Mitch looked down the hallway, then bent down and kissed me. “You gonna spend the night with me tonight?”
He gave me two more quick kisses and I sighed. “Yeah.”
“Come on over whenever you’re ready, if I don’t answer, I’ll probably be in the shower. Just come on in.”
I went into my freezing apartment. I took a nice hot shower and cleaned up really good all over, especially back there. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I grabbed a book and my toothbrush and headed across the hall.
I knocked as I opened the door and stepped inside and locked it behind me. Mitch’s apartment was much warmer than mine. He stepped out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel. I took in his naked body. He was so hairy and the damp fur laid down flat against his body. His big uncut dick hung down about 4.5 inches from his furry nest. God, it was the same size as mine when it was hard. Mitch brought his hand down to his crotch and lewdly cupped it. I looked up and he was staring at me with a smirk on his face. I blushed bright red at having been caught starting at his private parts.
He laughed at my reaction. “You are too fuckin’ cute when you get embarrassed.”
Mitch threw on a wife-beater and a pair of boxer briefs. We sat on the couch together, me reading a book, while Mitch watched a football game on TV. I occasionally looked up when he’d cheer or yell at the TV.
Mitch tried to cut back on smoking when I was over, but when he watched sports, he liked to drink beer and when he drank beer, he liked to smoke. I told him that I didn’t mind; I was used to it. My mom and brother both smoked. It’s a wonder that I never took it up.
After the game was over, we got ready for bed. Mitch adjusted the thermostat lower and then turned off all the lights. We went to the bedroom and Mitch pulled off my clothes and then tossed his underwear and tank on top.
“Brr! It’s cold!” I said as I put my glasses on the nightstand and hurriedly climbed into his cold bed.
Mitch pulled me to him and rolled on top of me. “I know a way to warm you up, baby,” me whispered in my ear.
I could feel his erection poking underneath my balls. I knew what he wanted and I quietly moaned.
“Mitch,” I sighed breathlessly. “I want it… I want you to make love to me.”
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groaned. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”
Mitch kissed me passionately. I moaned as he sucked on my neck.
“That feels so good, Mitch.”
Mitch opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He moved further down my body, kissing my chest and stomach. He took my dick into his mouth and sucked it for a bit before letting it drop from his mouth and snap against my belly. I whimpered in frustration and pushed my hips up towards him. He moved down to my balls and licked and sucked each one.
“Fuck, you smell good, baby,” he groaned.
Mitch pushed my legs apart and pushed my thighs up. I could feel his warm breath between my legs.
“Mitch…?”
Mitch growled and I felt face move closer. His beard tickled my sensitive skin. When his wet and warm tongue slid up across my puckered hole, I gasped and nearly leapt off the bed. I clutched at the sheets as he attacked me with his mouth. As his tongue and lips licked and sucked at the puckered ring of skin, I was writhing around on the sheets, grabbing at his head, begging for him to not stop.
When his slippery finger slid inside me and found my prostate, I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached down and grabbed my dick. Mitch grunted and slapped my hand away. “Mm-mm,” he grunted as he shook his head, never moving his mouth from my hole. I fell back onto the bed and moaned as a second finger pushed into me. Soon he had three fingers sliding in and out of me, twisting and stretching and rubbing against that sensitive spot.
“Please, Mitch. Please…,” I begged. I was nearly in tears I wanted him so bad.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna make you mine now.”
Mitch moved up onto his knees. I watched him squirt lube all over his endowment. Oh god, he was huge. I was suddenly scared. I looked up at him in a panic. He smiled at me and bent down and kissed me.
“Baby, I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. You tell me to stop and I’ll stop. I promise.”
“Go slow, Mitch. You’re really big…”
Mitch leaned back and lined up his cock head. He pushed forward and it popped into me. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. His gray eyes were staring into my face. I could see it in his eyes… he loved me. I put my hands on his thighs and pulled at him. While he pushed in, I pushed out and he slid a couple inches further into me. I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax. I melted back into his bed and thought about how much I loved him, how much I wanted to please him.
I opened my eyes as he leaned down and hunched over me. I moved my legs up, locking my knees on his sides, my ankles on his butt. He supported himself on his arms. I brought my arms up to his back and pulled him down closer to me. I lifted my head up and kissed him. He returned the kiss and as he slid his tongue into my mouth, he pulled back, then pushed deeper into me. He did that move again, sliding past my prostate and sinking all the way into me.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I whispered.
His thick cock throbbed inside me. It felt so big and so hot inside me. I realized then that he was inside me without a condom. I opened my eyes and looked into his. He pulled back and pushed back in, slowly at first. I whimpered as he rubbed along my prostate and buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “So hot…”
When he saw that I was okay, he started moving in a steady rhythm. He lowered himself on top of me, wrapping his arms around me. His hips pumped harder and faster into me. His hairy body ground into my smooth body. He kissed me and sucked on my neck and shoulders.
“Oh yes, Mitch. Yes…” I moaned and clawed at his back, trying to pull him further into me.
Mitch groaned and pulled back up onto his arms and rested his forehead on mine. He began thrusting faster and harder. His hips and balls were slapping hard against my ass. He was grunting and groaning loudly. I whimpered with each thrust, my hands on his ass pulling him into me. I pushed back against him, grinding my pulsing dick against his hairy belly, leaving a wet slime trail. I pushed against the slippery trail and the hair on his belly tickled the head. I was thrashing underneath him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so… fucking… good,” he grunted. “Aw, fuck! Yeah, whimper for me baby. Let me know how much you love your man inside you!”
“Oh, Mitch, you’re gonna… make me… come! I’m gonna… oh god… Mitch!”
My back arched off the bed and I grabbed at his hips, my fingers gripping the soft flesh. My body tensed and my ankles dug into his thrusting ass. I cried out his name and I exploded. I had never come so hard in my life. I could feel the warm liquid pulsating between our bodies. I collapsed back onto the bed, nearly passing out as my body trembled and shook. I looked up at Mitch and tried to focus on his face. I ran my hands from his hips to his stomach and up to his chest. Mitch moved slowly in and out of me, trying to hold back his orgasm.
“Where do you want my load, baby? You want me to pull out?”
His voice was urgent and his eyes were begging me. I didn’t want him to ever pull out of me. I wanted him on top and inside of me forever.
I looked at him and shook my head. “No,” I whispered. “Don’t pull out.”
Mitch groaned, then pounded hard and rough into me for a few more seconds.
“Oh, fuck, baby! I’m gonna come inside you! I’m coming! FUCK!”
Mitch thrust into me one last time and grunted loudly. I could feel his cock jerk as it pulsed over and over, shooting white hot come inside me. Mitch collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his back and shoulders and held on tight. I felt his softening penis finally slip out of me, followed by a rush of warm liquid. I clamped down to keep his seed from escaping me.
Mitch lightly kissed me all over my neck and my face. “You’re the best, baby… The fucking best…”
I nuzzled my nose into his beard on the side of his face and planted kisses there. Mitch pulled back and looked at me with concern.
“Hey. Baby. Are you okay? Did I hurt you, Davey?”
I sniffled and blinked and realized that I had been crying.
“God no,” I said quietly. “You didn’t hurt me. No one has ever made love to me like that. It was just so wonderful.”
I took a deep breath and buried my head in the crook of his neck.
“You’re the best I ever had too, baby,” he whispered back.
I swallowed and my voice was so quiet… “I love you, Mitch.”
His reply was just as quiet. “I love you too, Davey.”
I started crying again and Mitch’s arms tightened around me. He quietly held me until I could reel in my emotions.
We laid together for a while until we started to get cold and sticky. Mitch pulled me out of the bed.
“Change the sheets while I warm up the shower, babe.”
I got a set of clean sheets from the linen closet and after I made the bed, I joined Mitch in the shower. We washed and rinsed each other and then he pulled me back to his chest and held me and we let the warm water stream over us. I felt his dick hardening against my ass and I started giggling.
“See what you do to me?” he said quietly with a chuckle. “I was thinking about the look on your face when I fucked the come out of you. You looked surprised. I take it that never happened to you before.”
“What you did back there no one has ever done to me.”
Mitch’s arms tightened around me. “Good. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before. I got carried away… But Christ, was that good!”
Mitch chuckled in my ear and I started giggling.
I turned around and looked at him. “It’s okay, isn’t it? I mean, if it’s just us. I… I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
“You’re stuck with me now, baby. I made you mine. I marked you.”
Mitch nipped at a spot on my neck causing me to giggle. He peppered me with kisses and then turned off the shower. After drying off, I ran to the bed and crawled under the blankets. “It’s freezing!” I exclaimed.
Mitch laughed at me and crawled over me into bed. We cuddled up under the blankets. He pulled me to his chest and I laid my head down on him and cuddled into his soft furry body. My eyes began to droop. “I love you, baby,” was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
***
A ringing and a buzzing sound startled me awake. I was on my side and Mitch was spooned up against my back, with his arms holding me tight against his warm and furry chest. He grunted and reached over me and picked up his ringing cell phone.
“Saeger… Yeah. Okay. I’m on my way.”
Mitch hung up the phone and squeezed me tight to him.
“Mmm… You feel nice,” he said. “But I gotta go to work.”
“What time is it?”
“1:30 in the morning.”
Mitch got out of bed and walked to the window. He opened the curtains and pulled up the blinds. The moonlight illuminated his naked body and I soaked the image in. I got up and walked up to him and leaned against his arm and looked out the window. It was snowing hard and the cars in the parking lot were covered in white blankets.
Mitch kissed the top of my head. “Go back to bed, baby. I should be back before you get up.”
“Are you sure?”
“What? You think I’m gonna send my baby to his freezing apartment and that cold bed?”
I smiled and climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over me.
“Mmm… It’s still warm in your spot,” I said as I slid over to Mitch’s side of the bed.
Mitch laughed and then got dressed.
“Be back soon, babe. Love you.”
Mitch bent down and gave me a quick kiss.
“I love you too. Be careful driving in the snow, Mitch.”
“Of course. That’s my job.”
I woke up when I heard the front door being unlocked. I put on my glasses and looked at the alarm clock. It was almost 7:30. Mitch walked into the bedroom. His cheeks were red and he looked cold. He smiled at me and came up and gave me a kiss. His lips were cold and he smelled like smoke.
“Hey, baby,” he said. “I’m gonna take a hot shower to warm up and I’ll be right back.”
I put my glasses back on the nightstand and drifted back to sleep while Mitch showered. I woke when Mitch crawled into bed and climbed right on top of me. He bundled us up in the covers and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his back.
“Hi,” I said with a giggle.
“Hi,” he chuckled. “What time to you have to be at work?”
“9:30.”
Mitch started kissing me and running his hands all over my body. I stroked his hairy chest and moaned as he moved down to my neck. Before long, he was working his fingers in and out of my loosening hole.
“Mmm, baby, you feel so good,” he whispered.
I moaned loudly when Mitch’s hot, slippery, bare cock slid into me.
“Oh, fuck…” he groaned.
Mitch moved in and out of me faster and faster, pumping hard, in and out, in and out. I was lost in the feeling. I looked up at my man, the expressions on his face showed how much pleasure he was getting from my tight and warm tunnel. I pushed up and back against him, trying to meet his thrusts.
“I love you, Mitch!” I cried out as I finally came. My constricting sphincter gripped Mitch’s cock and he shoved into me and shouted as he filled my insides with his hot seed.
***
Mitch and I were nearly inseparable after that night. We had dinner together every night, and I spent the night with him at his apartment almost every night.
I soon stopped feeling guilty about Mitch paying for everything. I realized that even though he was gay, he was brought up to be chivalrous and had some old-fashioned values. He felt ‘as a man’ that he should protect and take care of me. While he didn’t mind cleaning and doing laundry, it was pretty clear that he wouldn’t be doing a lot of cooking. I didn’t mind doing the cooking, actually. It made me feel like I was contributing to our relationship and not just sponging off him. He never took it for granted and always told me how good I cooked at every meal.
I met his friends soon after. We spent Sunday watching a football game at a buddy’s house. His friends were a lot like him: big, blue collar, regular type guys. Of the five of them, four of them were gay. Lee, the guy who owned the house we were visiting, also had a boyfriend that lived with him. Chuck was a smaller guy like me, and though he was in his early thirties, we had a lot in common. We became pretty good friends that day. Lee was a loud guy, and even though he could be overbearing and obnoxious, he was really funny. I blushed in embarrassment when he kept making jokes about Mitch robbing the cradle.
I took Mitch to Mom’s for Thanksgiving. It was awkward and uncomfortable. While Mitch was in the bathroom, Mom told me she had a problem with Mitch being 14 years old than me. I told her that I was in love with him and his age didn’t matter. He was going to be a part of my life and I refused to hear anymore about it. She was shocked by me standing up for myself, but after that she at least tried to make an effort to engage him in conversation.
We ran into Russ one day when we went Christmas shopping together. He was with a new guy, obviously a boyfriend. He did a double take when he saw Mitch and me together. As he walked up to us, Mitch put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I smiled to myself as Mitch showed Russ that I was his.
Russ scowled at Mitch and asked me how I was doing. His new boyfriend looked on with his hands in his pockets, looking confused and uncomfortable.
“I’m doing great, Russ. I’ve never been better. I’m really happy.”
Russ sneered at me, then lowered his voice. “What’s up with the old man? Is he fucking you now?”
Mitch stepped forward. “Watch your fucking mouth, boy,” he growled.
Russ muttered “slut” under his breath and I thought Mitch was going to beat the shit out of him right there in the store.
“Come on, Mitch. Let’s go,” I said, pulling on him. “Bye, Russ.”
I pushed past Russ and left him standing there.
***
At Christmas, Mitch asked me to move in with him. He wanted us to move to a new apartment and with both of us paying rent, we could afford a nicer place. He said he’d take care of searching and when he narrowed it down, he’d let me pick which one I liked. I was more than happy to let him take care of those details.
About three weeks later Mitch told me he had two places lined up. I climbed into Mitch’s pickup truck and we drove to the first place. It was a really nice apartment complex. It had an access gate and a pool and clubhouse. We looked at a two-bedroom apartment. The master bedroom even had its own bathroom and a small walk in closet. It was cheaper than both of our rents combined at our current apartment, so we would actually save a bit of money every month. I loved the apartment and I told him so.
We got back in the truck to drive to the next apartment. Mitch quietly smoked a cigarette as we drove. I couldn’t figure out where we were going. We drove through downtown, then just outside the city limits he turned down a two-lane road. He turned into a driveway and parked behind a car. A woman got out of the car and stood by.
We were in the driveway of a small blue ranch home. It was the last house on the road as it veered off down a hill.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Just check it out, baby. Come on.”
I got out of the truck. The woman introduced herself as Kay and shook our hands. We followed her to the door and she said she’d be outside making some calls and to get her if we had any questions.
I followed Mitch into the house. It looked like it had been empty for a while. Entering the front door took you straight into the family room. It had a nice sized dining area and kitchen. The kitchen appliances looked a little rough, but otherwise the kitchen was nice. There were three bedrooms and a bathroom. The biggest master bedroom had its own bathroom and a walk-in closet off the bathroom. There was also an attached two-car garage and a basement that was partially finished. The back yard was pretty big and private, surround by trees and blocking it from the neighbor’s house. Back behind the yard was a small creek that ran through the woods. We walked back to the woods and stood at the creek. Mitch took my hand.
“What do you think, baby?” he asked.
“I do really like it, but it needs a lot of fixing up. Plus, wouldn’t we have to shovel the driveway and mow the yard and stuff? How much is the rent?”
“It’s not for rent. We’d be buying it.”
I looked up at Mitch and opened my mouth, but I was speechless.
“It’s a foreclosure,” he said. “We can afford it. It’ll end up being about what we pay in rent now. I know it needs a lot of fixing up, but if you supervise, I’ll do the work.”
“Really, Mitch?”
“Baby, I want this to be our home.”
I threw myself at Mitch and wrapped my arms around him and started to cry. “I love you so much, Mitch.”
“You’re my baby,” he said as he stroked my hair and my back. “I’d give you the world if I could… Maybe I could start with this house.”
We laughed and then he kissed me slowly and sensually.
“So, what do we have to do?” I asked.
Mitch looked down at me with tears in his eyes. He kissed the top of my head and took my hand. We found the realtor and she helped us to draft up an offer.
***
A couple of months later, I was standing in our empty master bedroom. I had just finished rolling the sage green paint onto the last wall. I looked around the room. I thought it looked great. Mitch bribed his buddies into coming over and helping with some of the repairs before we moved in, so things moved along at a good pace. I walked out into the dining room where Mitch was on a ladder installing a new chandelier. I looked down at the floor and my mouth fell open. Mitch and Lee had installed hardwood floors in the living room and dining room that morning and they looked fantastic.
“Oh, wow. The floors look great, Mitch.”
“Thanks, babe. Can you hand me that screw right there?”
Mitch finished up with the chandelier and went and turned the power back on. I flipped the light switch and grinned. Mitch came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He nuzzled my neck and growled. “Mmm… I wish we had a bed here. Or a table.”
I giggled and squirmed out of his arms. He pulled me back to him and kissed me.
It was really nice to see Mitch working on the house. He loved playing with his tools and using his hands. Everything he worked on looked perfect when it was done, just like a professional. I helped as much as I could. I was okay as long as he showed me what to do. I was so proud after every project we finished.
Within a couple more weeks, were completely moved in to our new house. Between the two of us, we had some extra furniture, so we sold what we didn’t need. Mitch bought a new recliner for the living room and also bought new appliances for the kitchen.
Our first night in the house, the two of us cooked dinner together. We sat in our new dining room and ate and drank wine.
Mitch made a no smoking inside the house rule. He would only smoke in the back yard or in the garage. After we finished dinner and cleaned up the dishes, I’m sure he regretted his rule since it was below freezing outside. He put on his jacket and went into the garage to have a smoke. I put on my winter coat and followed him out and hopped up onto his workbench stool and we talked about having a housewarming party as he enjoyed his cigarette.
We went to the living room and sat on the couch together. Mitch turned on the TV to a football game. Mitch quickly got into the game, cheering and yelling at the TV. I got up and got him a beer and a water for me from the kitchen and grabbed the book I was reading. I handed the beer to him and sat down on the couch. He grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me to him and kissed me.
“You’re the fucking best, baby.”
I smiled and sat down on the couch with my legs underneath me. I pulled the throw over my lap and read my book for a while. I would occasionally look up when he’d yell at the TV, but I was able to concentrate on the book. After a few chapters, I closed the book and looked up at Mitch as he was finishing up the last of his bottle of beer.
I leaned against Mitch’s shoulder and he put his arm around me. I put my hand up inside his shirt and slowly stroked his furry belly.
“This is so perfect, Mitch,” I said quietly. “I want every day to be like today.”
Mitch’s finger lifted my chin up to look at him.
“Baby, I know I’m not the best at expressing my feelings… but I hope you know how much I love you. I promise I’m gonna take care of you, make you happy. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go.”
My hand moved down to his crotch and I felt the hardness there.
“See how hard you make me, baby?” he whispered.
I rubbed the shaft through his jeans and squeezed it lightly.
Mitch groaned. “You keep that up and I might not be able to control myself.”
“I always take care of my man, don’t I?” I asked with a suggestive smile.
“Yes, you do.”
Mitch turned the TV off and stood up, holding out his hand. I took his hand and he pulled me up. He turned off the lights and I followed him to our bedroom.
“Oh, I got something for you,” he said suddenly. “Be right back.”
Mitch disappeared from the bedroom. I heard him go out into the garage. While he was gone, I lit some pillar candles on the dresser and then turned out the light. Mitch returned a minute later.
“I got this from a buddy at work. His kid goes there.”
Mitch handed me a booklet. I stared at the cover, unable to speak. It was a catalog for the nearby community college.
Mitch shrugged and looked down at his feet. “I thought maybe you’d want to take some classes… you seemed sad you didn’t get to go… I know it’s not U of M or whatever, but… I don’t know… If you want to…”
I wrapped my arms around Mitch’s neck and hugged him tight. “I want to. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Standing on my tip-toes, I kissed Mitch all over his beard and then kissed his lips. He moved his hands up to my face and wiped my tears.
“I want to make you happy, Davey. As happy as you make me.”
“You do, Mitch.”
Mitch slowly undressed me and I did the same for him. I pushed my short thin body up against his tall beefy body. His black curly body hair tickled my skin, sending goosebumps up and down my spine. I ran my hands up his arms to his shoulders and then down to his pecs.
Mitch bent his head down and gave me a slow and sensual kiss.
“Do you love me, Mitch?” I whispered.
“More than anything in the world, baby,” he replied.
Mitch turned down the blankets on our bed and held out his hand to me. I took Mitch’s hand and crawled into bed with him.
“Don’t ever leave me, Mitch.”
“Never, baby. Never.”
I pulled Mitch down on top of me. I reached between our bodies and slowly stroked his engorged shaft, sliding the foreskin back and forth across the head.
“Mine,” I whispered with a seductive smile.
Mitch growled and attacked my mouth with his. He moved down to my neck and sucked hard at the spot he knew would drive me absolutely crazy. I whimpered and ran my hand through the back of his thick head of hair while my other hand stroked his broad back. He moved between my legs, and I spread them wide enough to give him room.
“I love you so much,” I whispered. “You’re my big bear. Make love with me, Mitch.”
“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby…”
Mitch grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. He gently circled the puckered flesh before pushing a single finger into me, twisting and pushing in and out, rubbing on my prostate.
I gasped in ecstasy. “Mitch.”
He soon had two, then three fingers in me.
“Need you, Mitch. Need you now.”
Mitch coated his throbbing shaft with a generous amount of lube. He lined up the head and gave a firm push. I moaned as it breached my tight muscle.
Mitch groaned loudly. “So tight…”
Inch by inch he sank into my tunnel until he could go no further. He held still until his breathing calmed. I pushed back against him to let him know I wanted him to move. Mitch leaned down and kissed me, our tongues teasing and chasing each other. Mitch began moving, thrusting slowly with long strokes.
“Harder,” I whispered.
Mitch grunted and lifted up onto his arms and began moving faster, pushing harder into me. I whimpered with need and ran my hands down his back to his butt. I used my hands and my ankles trying to push his hips harder into me. Mitch took the hint and began pounding my ass hard. His hips moved fast, slapping against me loudly.
I laid under my partner, my body shuddering as he assaulted my prostate over and over with each stroke of his cock. My head thrashed back and forth as I moved closer and closer to climax.
Mitch grunted and groaned loudly. “Gonna make you come, baby.”
“Oh god, oh god, coming now Mitch! I’m… Mitch!!”
My entire body tensed up and then convulsed as I came. My dick throbbed and pulsed, spraying my seed all over. Mitch went into overdrive and pounded my ass harder than ever.
“You’re gonna get my fucking load, baby. Here it comes, Davey! Oh, fuck!”
Mitch’s cock expanded inside me and he grunted with each thrust and pulse of semen that spurt into me. I could feel the warmness spreading into me. As Mitch’s thrusting slowed, he lowered himself on top of me. He nuzzled my neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. I ran my hands up and down his back.
“Love you, Mitch. Love you so much.”
My legs fell down to the bed as Mitch softened and slipped out of me. He kissed me over and over.
“I love you, Davey.”
Mitch rolled off me and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. I got up and went to our bathroom and cleaned myself up with a warm moist washcloth. I rinsed out the cloth with hot water and returned to the bedroom and gently cleansed Mitch’s body. I gave him a shy smile and pulled his foreskin back and cleaned his penis, then pushed the skin back over the head.
I tossed the washcloth into the hamper. Mitch held the blankets open for me and I crawled in and cuddled up to him. His arms surrounded me and kissed the top of my forehead.
“Our first night together in our home,” I whispered as I stroked my hand over the hair on Mitch’s belly.
Mitch nuzzled and kissed the top of my head. “First of many. Did you think we’d end up like this, baby?”
“I knew that on first date that I really liked you a lot, but I never imagined this.”
“Hmm. I was just hoping to get laid, or at least a blowjob.”
I gasped and looked at him in shock and he started laughing loudly.
“Jerk!”
I smacked his arm and laughed with him.
Mitch tightened his arms around me. He pressed his nose and lips to the side of my head. He lowered his voice barely above a whisper. “I knew that first night that I’d be spending the rest of my life with you.”
I tightened my arm around him and settled down on his fuzzy chest.
“I love you, Mitchell Saeger.”
“I love you back, David Braxton.”
Mitch’s breathing softened and I closed my eyes as he started to snore. His body radiated warmth and I melted into him. My man. The man I loved and whom I would be spending the rest of my life with. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.