A gay story: A Week in the Life Four years of college were a mix of good times and bad times with a lot of stress thrown in for good measure. I signed up for graduate school since I did not have any real promising prospects on the employment front and school would keep me off the streets as my father never hesitated to remind me when I went home for holidays. I really would have enjoyed seeing the “good old days” that he spoke about and whether he actually walked a mile in knee-deep snow to school every day, but I digress.
What I relate here involves incidents that happened during my first year of grad school, a birthday party thrown for me by some of the other students, people whom I knew from senior year in college, and current friends. Some of the old school guys were not the most ideal companions, a rough, boisterous assemblage of characters that existed on the outer fringes of other students but were decent individually outside of the group. Almost everyone brought small gifts, many silly things, and some nice surprises from people that I had gotten close with over the years, particularly those who knew me more intimately than the others. I knew that certain gifts were not meant to be opened in the party atmosphere but when I tried to make a separate grouping of those types of gifts, the more boisterous guests focused on them simply to see what was being hidden. If there was no embarrassment, then it was not a college party.
I had moved four gifts over to the side for me to open later while I was alone. The people who brought them were special to me and they hinted that the contents of their boxes were personal and might better be opened privately. One young woman was a friend from several psychology classes and was an open and honest friend whom I confided in without hesitation. There were two fellows whom I had dated for a while and although we were no longer involved regularly, we did see each other on occasion to take the edge off when we wanted some comfortable sex. I knew that these people would not bring gag gifts and I looked forward to seeing what they had chosen but the best-laid plans do not always work out.
The night went along wonderfully without major incidents or spillage, and it appeared that everyone was having a good time. Inhibitions were being released and the mood was very light as midnight came and went. I was being pressed to open gifts and this proved to be more unique than I might have first imagined. Several nice bottles of wine were presented and some silly things as well, but the highlight of the evening came when one of the gifts that I had separated from the others wound up in the general group, placed there I believe by one of the fellows from senior year hoping that it would provide fuel for some ribbing later. Little did they know how right they would be.
As the gift in question was handed to me, the person who brought it, one of my close male friends and sometimes lover, named Barry, suddenly said: “That’s not for this group!” and tried to take it back. Naturally, sensing that Barry was too eager in his protest, everyone insisted that I open it to reveal what he was trying to conceal.
I had no choice but to keep going so I sheepishly looked at Barry, smiled as best I could as an apology, and proceeded to undo the ribbon and beautiful wrapping paper as delicately as possible to reveal a sensuous-looking pink box to “Oh’s” and “Ah’s” from the crowd. I had a strange feeling in my stomach as I watched Barry mouth the words, “I’m sorry.”
Opening the box revealed a beautiful green satin robe and matching satin nightgown, something that I loved at first sight since it was my favorite color and fabric. Barry knew me very well and must have spent a lot of time looking for this exact gift since it was perfect. I felt the blood rush to my face and knew that I must have been red as a beet with the sudden exposure of one of my secrets, something that I kept hidden from all but my closest friends. The sound in the room became quieter as the nature of the gift sunk in on everyone present except for a few of the more rowdy attendees who started chanting, “Try it on, try it on.” I knew that that was not going to happen although the persistence of rowdy ones lasted longer than I expected or what was considered polite. Nevertheless, the gifts were nice and mostly in good taste.
The night ended around 3:00 am when the last stragglers departed and laughter could be heard from the street below as they made their way to their rides home. As I finished doing a rough cleanup to make it to the morning I received a call from Barry to apologize for any embarrassment he might have caused by the gift. He said that he hoped I would open it when I was alone or, worst case when he and I were together. I laughed and told him not to worry, it was a very thoughtful and wonderful gift, something that I will treasure for a long time, and said that I would model it for him one day if he promised to behave. He joined in laughing and said that he would hold me to it before hanging up.
Before going to bed, I tried on the nightgown, and it was a perfect fit. Loose fitting around the chest as the spaghetti straps draped over my shoulders and nicely clinging around my waist and hips. The robe was pure luxury and the feel of the satin fabric of the gown on my nipples made them hard and tingling. I felt like calling Barry back to tell him to come over to spend the night but thought better of it in the end, deciding to wait a little while before giving out a thank you card of sorts.
After I washed up and was getting into bed, the door buzzer sounded, and I could make out the sound of conversation in the hallway. I assumed that someone must have forgotten something and decided to come back for it rather than wait another day. I grabbed my old robe and went to the door and saw two of my boisterous friends, Steve and Ryan, through the peephole. Not wanting them to make any more noise, I opened the door a little and with a bit of a smile, softly asked what they had forgotten. “Nothing really,” said Ryan, “but we got to talking about the nice nightgown you received and decided that it would be great to see you model it for us. After all, we were at the party and it seemed only fair, right?”
I forced a small laugh and replied, “Well, that’s a personal gift and not something that I feel should be worn outside of a small circle. Plus, it’s late and I was in bed and now I want to go to sleep so the party is over for tonight. Thanks for coming and thanks for your presents.” I tried to close the door, but they wouldn’t allow it and started pleading in very loud voices. After several seconds, I realized this was futile at best and decided to take the path of least resistance by opening the door, offering them a beer, and then hoping they would leave on their own.
Once inside, they again said that they wanted to see me in the nightgown and would stay all night if necessary, and then plopped down on the sofa. I tried promising them a beer if they left but that only made things worse because they wanted the beer and still insisted on seeing me in the nightgown. Clearly, we were past rational negotiation and there were fewer options available so I had a tough decision to make. As much as I hated the idea, giving them what they wanted seemed like the best way to get them out of my apartment, so, going against my better judgment, I excused myself and said I would return in a couple of minutes so that they could see me wear my new gift but after that, they had to go.
As I walked into the bedroom, I could hear the giggling and the whispers but I wanted the night to be over and I wanted to get some sleep so I quickly got out of my robe and put on the nightgown that I had carefully put away a short time before. Maybe it was the fatigue or the leftover buzz from the alcohol of the evening but slipping into the nightgown while two guys waited for me in the next room felt wonderful and my erect nipples were poking against the satin fabric giving me the beginning of an unwanted erection. Now, this would be embarrassing; walking out in a lovely nightgown with a stiff dick pushed against the satin material.
I flicked the tip of my penis as I put on the nightgown and managed to calm my hormones enough to not be too obvious in my arousal when I returned to the living room. Both guys whistled when I walked in and although I felt myself blushing I admit that I enjoyed the acknowledgment and even gave them a sexy twirl and curtsy for good measure. Ryan grabbed his crotch like a rapper and said, “Oh yeah! Looking good, baby.”
Steve simply licked his lips and softly added, “Lovely bitch.”
I thanked them for their compliments but added that they got what they wanted and now it was time to call it a night as I walked slowly to the door.
As I stood near the door they got up from the sofa and walked over, stopping in front of and close behind me. I could feel Ryan rub his erection against my ass as he held my hips and Steve took my hand and placed it where I could feel his stiff dick, pressing on it and moving it up and down as well. “We have to do this again when we have more time,” said Steve leaning forward to kiss my lips which I avoided.
“I would like that, too,” said Ryan a bit more civilly, then adding sarcastically, “We could have a threesome.”
I forced a slight smile and simply said, “We’ll see,” as I opened the door.
They apparently had enough for tonight since they left quickly and quietly, and I could finally put my clothes away and get into bed. As I relaxed under the cool sheets, I knew that I had to do something with the erection that arose as I stood between Steve and Ryan feeling their stiff dicks against my body, so I stroked it while wondering what it would feel like to be spit-roasted between the two of them. I came quickly into my hand and then licked it up before drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
In the afternoon following the party, I received a call from Ryan to apologize for being inconsiderate by returning to my apartment so late at night and for what followed. He said that he appreciated my hospitality and for putting up with him and Steve without complaining since they were being very rude. I thanked him for being a gentleman by calling since I do indeed appreciate a day-after call simply as a form of acknowledgment for a pleasant time, and for the apology that I believed was warranted.
Before hanging up, Ryan added, “Look, I’m new at this so please excuse me if I get tongue-tied. I had a great time at your party and enjoyed talking to you afterward when we came back to your apartment. You’re very easy to be around and make me feel comfortable so I thought maybe we could go for dinner somewhere, just the two of us. If you don’t want to, that’s fine too, I understand, and I’ll see you around some other time.”
I found myself smiling and then said, “Ryan, it almost sounds like you’re asking me on a date. Is that what you’re doing?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything that sounded silly and now I’m embarrassed. I hesitated before calling today exactly for this reason and now I feel foolish,” he said.
“Ryan, don’t say that and please don’t feel that way. You didn’t say anything that sounded silly and as a matter of fact, I’m flattered. So, just to be clear I’ll say it again; Ryan, are you asking me on a date? You and me, together, possibly holding hands, looking at the stars, deep passionate kisses at my door. Is that what you’re asking me?” And with that, I could not hold it in anymore and started laughing hysterically. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’m not laughing at you, please believe me. I’m just happy. Yes, I would like very much to have dinner with you, just the two of us, and I promise not to be a jerk about it again.”
I heard the laughter on the other end of the phone and knew that he appreciated my kidding and was relieved of the nervousness that he felt. Asking someone on a first date is nerve-racking for almost anyone but when it’s a guy asking another guy, it’s even more so. “Robert, thank you for breaking the tension. You make this easy and I appreciate it,” he said. “Would you be up for next Saturday?”
“Oh, you don’t want to try a Friday night first so you can say that we bumped into each other while we were out running errands and just decided to have dinner on the spur of the moment? You want to go directly to ‘date night’ Saturday night instead?” I replied. “You’re brave. There’s no going back from this life-altering journey you know, but if that is what you want, it would be my pleasure to go on a date with you next Saturday. Thank you for asking.” The last part was a bit of silliness on my part, but many truths are contained in jest. If people that we knew saw us out together, conclusions could be drawn that may make Ryan uncomfortable, so I wanted to make sure that he understood the possible consequences.
Ryan got serious and then said, “It’s time that I grew up. There are people that I like and if being with those people causes problems for others, it’s not my concern, it’s theirs. What you did last night took courage but you did it unashamedly and made it look easy. When I felt you in my arms, I realized that I would have liked to kiss you right there and take you to bed. But I was frightened and I don’t want to be frightened anymore. I am looking forward to seeing you on Saturday and if being with you, holding hands, and looking at the stars makes you happy, I’m ready.”
“You’re a special person, Ryan, and very sweet,” I replied. “See you Saturday. You do know where I live, right?”
“Fuck you,” came the reply with a hearty laugh.
This weekend has been different and very emotional and included an unexpected turn of events. I had been going through a quiet time with very little activity which turned into 24 hours of seeing old friends and classmates, celebrating the passing of another year of my life, culminating with an unexpected phone call from someone with a proposition that lifted my spirits even more. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was truly awake, but I didn’t have time for that before the buzzing phone shattered the quiet Sunday afternoon.
“Hey, stranger,” I said into the device, “It’s been less than 24 hours so either you’re desperate for someone to talk to or horny as hell, which is it?”
“No easing into the conversation with you, is there?” replied Barry with a laugh. “I wanted to say that the party was great last night and it was a pleasure to see you again. It’s been a while and I had forgotten how much fun it was to hang out and laugh at silly shit.”
“That goes double for me,” I replied. “I lost track of some important people but luckily Father Time threw in a birthday to provide an excuse to reconnect. And before I forget, thank you for the beautiful and thoughtful gift. I love it and it looks marvelous. How did you ever come up with such a perfect present?”
“I’m glad that you like it,” he said. “I remembered how you reacted when we saw something similar in a film and I confirmed the size by hugging it in the shop although it really could never be the same as you.”
“That’s sweet, thank you. You’re a great friend and I loved seeing you last night,” I said.
“Look, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you with this gift, it was not my intention. I thought we would have a little quiet time to open it or that you would be able to do it privately but obviously, the mob had a mind of its own. I hope it didn’t hurt too much.”
“Not at all, it was survivable, and you know the saying: Everything works out for the best even if you don’t know what the best is when you’re living through it,” I responded.
“So, you’ll tell me one day?” Barry said.
“One day,” I replied with a laugh, “but not today.”
“Okay, how about a drink this week for your birthday?” he replied.
“That sounds great. Wednesday evening at Casper’s, 8:00 pm? My treat.” I said.
“It’s your birthday, bitch, your money is no good,” he replied with a laugh.
“My feelings will be hurt if people keep calling me names,” I said, “but I will always forgive you, my dear.”
“See you Wednesday, Robert, love you.”
After the phone clicked off, I thought about how lucky I was to have the friends that I do. Barry was such a nice guy, and I knew that he would make a wonderful partner for someone when the right person came along.
The next couple of days were uneventful, with a few phone calls from family and friends and classwork as usual, and then Wednesday evening rolled around. Casper’s was a lively place for the older college crowd with reasonable food and great drinks, located close to my apartment to save on driving after an evening out. Plus, it was a very progressive establishment where everyone was welcomed but heated political debate was discouraged so things remained friendly. I knew quite a few people there and Barry was a regular so it was a very comfortable place.
As I entered, Jesse, the Jamaican bartender greeted me warmly. “Hey, it’s the birthday boy. Welcome and Happy Birthday my friend.”
“Thank you very much,” I replied with a wide grin.
“And I was specifically told not to call you a bitch today because you’re very sensitive,” he responded laughing.
I leaned over the bar, grabbed his head, and gave him a kiss on the lips whispering “fuck you” while doing so. There was a lot of laughing and Barry walked in at the same time.
“Apparently, I’m late. What did I miss or is that an impolite question?” he said with a smile.
I quickly walked over to him and gave him a big kiss followed by a warm hug. “Hi,” I said.
“I feel that I should walk out and come back in again to get a second round,” he replied. “Happy Birthday.”
We settled in and the rounds of drinks quickly backed up. After the second drink, I told Jesse to keep track since I could not drink all of them, but I would gladly take rain checks. Barry and I had a light dinner at the bar and then decided to call it an evening, said our good nights, and headed back to my place. It felt nice to walk with Barry, holding onto his arm, and feel the warmth of him close to me. How I missed this connection and I believe that he felt the same although neither of us said the obvious. We had our time together and we were not looking to try to reignite something that had cooled; we cherished what we had and loved what we have now.
The door closed behind us and once inside, I let him take me in his arms and kiss me as I knew that he wanted to do all evening. We had an unspoken language, a system of glances, small tells, and subtle touches that communicated our desires. Our language had been perfected over time and without a sound it was intimately understood better than spoken words. Within minutes I went into the bathroom to remove my clothes and slip into the beautiful nightgown that he bought for my birthday. I knew that he wanted to see me in this outfit since the box was opened and I wanted nothing more than to please him by wearing it. As I walked into the bedroom, I noted the change that took place on his face and in his eyes. I felt my breath become shallow and my pulse quicken as he looked at me, the flame of desire burning intensely in his eyes.
Barry reached for my hand and coaxed me to lie next to him as he lay naked on the bed, where he hugged me and began kissing my neck and mouth as I panted in response. I felt his grip on me tighten and breathing became more difficult as his strong arms held me. He buried his face in my neck, working up to nibble on my ear while pulling tightly on my hair. I gripped the sheets with my hands trying to regain control of my senses and my passion, but I was failing, I…was…failing.
“Straddle me. I want to feel you on top of me,” he commanded softly, and I wordlessly did as I was told, hiking up the gown in the process. As I settled down on him, I took his erection and gently placed it against my anus, waiting for my next instruction. “Slowly,” he said in a whisper.
Gently, I eased myself down on his stiff cock while listening to his breathing and quiet moaning. I savored the feeling of being penetrated while my sphincter muscles stretched to accommodate his penis, allowing him to be balls-deep in my colon. I rested at this point and gripped his member tightly with all the strength that my sphincter could manage. Barry acknowledged my effort with soft moaning, intermittent pulsing, and whispers while I remained silent, holding the sheets and holding my breath.
Barry slid his hands up along my arms to my neck. I released the air from my lungs and took a deep breath before feeling his hands encircle my neck and begin to squeeze. Instinctively I understood that I could not breathe until I was allowed to do so. My passion was growing and I could think of nothing but the feeling of his cock going in and out of my anus, the thrusting and forcing of it going deeper with each stroke. I was getting lightheaded by the lack of oxygen but I knew that Barry would watch over me in my growing helplessness. I was safe in his hands.
I felt his hands slowly release their grip and his arms held me close as he groaned and reached his climax. I slumped onto his chest and snuggled closely as he hugged me. I could feel the semen begin to leak from my body as I relaxed and we lay together. Barry kissed my ear and then raised my face so he could kiss my lips. “I have missed you,” he said, “You are very special to me.”
“I know,” I replied.
We dozed off in each other’s arms and slept for a while before I felt Barry stir and go into the bathroom. When he returned he kissed me and told me that he was leaving so I could sleep unbothered. I thanked him for his consideration and said goodnight without getting up. I listened for the sound of the door latching and then got out of bed to lock it before going to the bathroom to masturbate and prepare for bed. Checking my phone before shutting off the lights I saw that there was a message from Steve asking if I might like some company Thursday evening. He offered to bring a fresh pizza and a bottle of wine and asked that I let him know if I was interested. I decided to allow myself a good night’s sleep before answering his text so I simply turned off the light and closed my eyes.
The sound of the alarm in the morning was exceptionally unpleasant on Thursday but regardless of the number of times that I cursed at the diabolical contraption, it refused to stop making noise every five minutes. Luckily I had a late class today so the alarm was only a reminder to get up for meditation and exercise.
After my routine, a shower, and some breakfast, I decided to answer Steve’s text from the night before. The idea of some wine and pizza did not sound like a bad idea and it certainly would make the challenge of dinner much simpler, so I sent a note thanking him, and asking him to come by around 7:30 pm unless that wasn’t convenient. He sent an affirmative answer quickly so I grabbed my stuff and went off to class.
When I returned home I took a shower and got into something comfortable for the evening, a loose tee shirt and sweat pants. A relaxed night home with free pizza and wine was the perfect treat, a late birthday surprise.
Steve was very punctual, the pizza hot and the wine cool. Somehow I had managed to attract a decent group of friends that didn’t drive me crazy which was a blessing although Steve liked to drink a bit too much and that could prove to be somewhat annoying but not overly problematic. I had set a nice table and looked forward to a pleasant evening. Unfortunately, my best-laid plans proved a little too optimistic since Steve was already a little tipsy when he arrived, although I will say that he was not drunk just not 100% sober either. It was this netherworld that trapped so many people in unfortunate circumstances and managed to destroy many relationships.
Sitting at the table it was beginning to become clear that Steve might have had something on his mind other than sharing a pizza. He began by telling me how lovely I looked in my new nightgown and then he asked about seeing it again. When that went nowhere, he said that he liked how I rubbed his cock late Saturday night and remarked how Ryan said that I had a nice firm ass as well. Now, I may be a little slow on the uptake at times, but I had a good sense of where this was heading and I felt that it would ultimately involve a stiff cock and a warm mouth, with the latter belonging to me.
Excusing myself to go to the kitchen for additional napkins, I returned with a can of pepper spray that I placed next to my plate on the right-hand side and after allowing Steve a couple of seconds to take in the situation, I calmly and quietly suggested that it might be better if we continued this another night. He looked into my eyes, mumbled something about seeing the fires of hell in there, and apologized before leaving quietly. I did have some nice pizza and wine, but the pleasant evening was lost somewhere in the netherworld so I settled for two out of three, still a win but a shame in a way.
Saturday rolled around quickly and before I knew it, I was finishing my shower and getting ready for the evening. I will admit that I was a bit anxious and unsure how to prepare and behave. I took 15 minutes to meditate quietly to clear my mind like a warrior going into battle, which is not a good analogy. But the stakes seemed higher than normal so maybe a poker player going into a high-stakes game is better, and no one dies if you fuck up, so I’ll stay with that.
I picked a nice pair of fine black slacks and a soft white, button-down shirt with a leather jacket. Naturally, I could not go completely masculine tonight so I wore black lace, bikini panties to make me feel sexy. I didn’t know what to expect but I always believe it’s better to be yourself plus Ryan has already seen me in a nightgown so my choice of secret dressing preferences would offer little by way of surprise at this point.
At 8:00 pm the door buzzed and now the butterflies really started. I felt like a high school girl on her first date rather than a grad student going out to dinner with a friend but am I kidding myself if I believe this was simply dinner with a friend? Opening the door, I was greeted by a handsome man who gave me a single white rose and a warm, welcoming smile. I was stunned and did not know what to say but somehow managed to whisper, “Oh, fuck!”
“Should I take that as positive?” Ryan said.
“Please, yes and come inside, Ryan,” I replied.
“Is everything okay?” he said with a puzzled look on his face as he entered my apartment.
I closed the door, grabbed his head in my hands, and kissed him hard on the lips before saying, “You beautiful man, this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me. I am speechless and on the verge of tears. It isn’t supposed to be like this in real life,” I said softly as I hugged him.
“Real life is what it is meant to be,” he replied.
“Some wise philosopher dreamt that up to explain why a pigeon shit on his head outside a cathedral I suppose,” I said jokingly.
“No, it just came to me when I looked at you as you opened the door. You look marvelous by the way and very distracting so perhaps we should leave sooner rather than later,” he replied.
“Good idea,” I said as I grabbed my jacket after putting the flower in a bud vase. When I walked back, passing him while going for the door, I took his hand and placed it on my butt so he could feel the delicate line of the lace bikini panties under my slacks, adding “I don’t want to be too late tonight, it is our first date you know.”
Ryan had selected a nice Mediterranean restaurant a short drive from my place and I kidded him about finding an out-of-the-way place so no one would see him but he would have none of it and asked if I would prefer Chinese take-out in his apartment like a college student, which I quickly declined. The evening started well and certainly was comfortable for both of us. We shared a very nice bottle of wine over dinner and had a pleasant conversation for two hours as well. Ryan mentioned that he heard that Steve stopped by and asked if he embarrassed himself in the process. While I laughed at the suggestion I simply said that he certainly tried his best to do just that but didn’t stay long enough to finish what he started. I added that it was sad to see someone so insecure and lonely with a drinking problem. Ryan understood and reached for my hand across the table without saying more about it.
We finished our dinner and took a short walk around the neighborhood before going back to his car during which Ryan took my hand and it felt nice. “Should we stop to look for stars above the buildings,” I said with a slight laugh.
“Is that what you really want to do?” he replied, smiling.
“Not tonight,” I said, “another time perhaps.”
The ride back to my place went quickly and Ryan found a parking spot right out front. I looked at Ryan and asked, “Would you consider me a slut if I asked you up for a drink on our first date?”
He smiled and replied, “Yes, of course I would.”
“Oh, that’s a shame,” I said demurely, “but would you like to come up for a drink anyway?”
“Very much,” he responded without hesitation.
As we entered my apartment and I closed the door, Ryan took my head in his hands and kissed me, softly and lovingly. I put my arms around him and held him close for a long minute. “This feels good, Ryan,” I whispered.
“It feels the same for me,” he replied. “We have only known each other for a few years and until last weekend I refused to acknowledge how I really felt about you even though I knew it all along. You make me happy like no one else ever could.”
I released my hold on him and asked if he would like a glass of wine since it was still well before midnight, and he agreed. Ryan walked into the kitchen with me and stood behind me while I opened the bottle and began to pour wine into the glasses and then I felt his hands gently caress my hips. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, enjoying the fluttering feeling in my stomach that preceded the touch of his lips on the back of my neck.
“Since you already consider me a slut for having you here, would you mind if we take the glasses into my bedroom so we can get comfortable?” I asked quietly.
“Since I already consider you a slut, I guess going into your bedroom at this point would not tarnish your reputation further so please lead the way,” he responded with a smile, and I did just as he asked.
I turned on a night table lamp for soft lighting and motioned for Ryan to sit on the bed while I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, removed my slacks and socks, and stood watching Ryan look at me, naked except for the black lace bikini panties. “You’re lovely like that,” he said, taking a sip from his glass.
“And you’re overdressed,” I replied with a grin.
As I stretched out on the bed, Ryan got up to remove his clothes and returned in a few minutes, unashamedly stark naked. Now it was my turn to comment, and I did, “You’re lovely like that, too,” I said quietly.
Ryan put his arm around me and held me close while kissing me. I responded by placing one leg over his so my stiffening penis rubbed against his hip while I gently massaged his nipple with my thumb and forefinger. I could feel the reaction in his body as I touched him just as he could feel mine as he rubbed the head of my stiff cock as it stuck out of my panties.
As much as I enjoyed the look and feel of lace on my body, now was not the time and this was not the place for panties, so I used one hand and wriggled free of them. Ryan ran his hand over my body and softly stroked my erect penis while I moaned with satisfaction before focusing my attention on him and what I wanted most.
I changed my position and moved up to straddle him before kissing his neck and moving to his chest. I used my thumbs and forefingers on his nipples before taking each in turn into my mouth and gently nibbling them as I let his hard erection rub against my abdomen. Slowly I moved lower and kissed the muscles of his stomach before getting to his abdomen where I stopped momentarily, licking the head of his dick before taking it into my warm, wet mouth to the sound of his pleasure.
My tongue circled the head of his cock, licking the precum that leaked out before allowing his penis to begin sliding deeper into my mouth and the entrance of my throat. Bit by bit it went farther and I started making quiet slurping sounds as I savored the taste and feel of Ryan’s firm erection, and he began squirming in anticipation of the orgasm that was to come.
As I focused on pleasing Ryan, I was unaware of his efforts to rotate my body but eventually, I understood what he wanted and moved around so that he could take my penis into his mouth as I moved up and down to push his erection deep into my throat. He took me gently, slowly but in a way that brought all my nerve endings into harmony, and in less than a minute I felt my abdominal muscles contract and hot semen began to flow from my cock into Ryan’s waiting mouth. I grabbed his legs and held on as I was rocked by the orgasm consuming my body. I had to stop sucking his dick momentarily until the spasms subsided while he gently sucked all the semen from my penis.
Once Ryan finished and I had rolled onto my back, he moved up to give me a warm loving kiss and caressed my head in his hands. The gentleness of his actions excited me anew and I found myself spreading my legs beneath him so I could grip his hips and lock my ankles behind his back. I knew from experience that this would not be successful, so I eased my legs farther up his torso until he was able to place his arms under my knees and lift them to his shoulders. Ryan looked into my eyes as he gently guided his stiff cock to the entrance of my anus, but I pointed to the night table and asked for lubricant which he quickly acknowledged and obtained.
Ryan applied lube to his penis and then gradually slid it into me as I sighed and gripped the sheets. Slowly he worked into me, each stroke going a little deeper until his entire length was inside me and then he began gently thrusting as I moaned in ecstasy and ran my nails across his back. It was not long before his pace increased and then he cried out as he came, streams of hot semen flowing into me and oozing out onto the sheets. Ryan lay on me, exhausted while I held him in my arms. I was totally spent but gripped by a sense of calm, basking in the afterglow of wonderful sex with a caring, gentle man.
I remained in Ryan’s arms as he held me for quite a while, dozing and waking, curling into the contours of his body. In the small hours of the morning, Ryan got up to use the bathroom, and when he did not return to me but stood momentarily by the side of the bed looking down, I said softly, “You don’t have to go.”
Ryan leaned over to whisper in my ear, “But what will the neighbors think?”
“That I’m a slut,” I said, “please come back to bed,” and I reached for his hand and smiled.