A gay story: Atlanta Atlanta
A number of years ago I was traveling for business from LA to Atlanta and dutifully engrossed in my research material and making notes on how pertinent facts in this case related to one another. A guy, about my age, maybe older, was constantly looking over and craning his neck to look at my work or something in my direction. I thought there must be someone looking at porn and he was trying to get a cheap free thrill. After 30 minutes of this I leaned over across the aisle and asked him,
“Exactly what is so interesting you are looking at?”
He told me that he was an attorney also and recognized the “look” and was wondering which firm I worked with. I was taken by how he emphasized the word “firm”. I told him the name of my firm (CBD&N) – can’t make that up) and that I was working to prepare documents and review depositions for a suit set for trial on Monday. He reached across the aisle and touched my arm and then said,
“I’m Mark, So, you will have the weekend to yourself until then?”
I looked at his slight smile and realized he was looking for a partner himself but for a different reason. I said,
“Yes, I do that’s why I’m hitting this so hard now.”
He smiled again, “and what else do you hit HARD?”
I smiled back thinking ‘message received’ and said,
“I’m sure we are both playing the same game so I’ll be honest with you. I’m hoping to spend the weekend in bed with a hot guy or guys to relax completely until Monday morning.”
“That sounds promising” he says, (again with a smile) I’m actually coming home from a vacation and will be back in my office Monday and would you like to be a ‘friend’ and help me with some minor party preparations for this weekend. Care to go to a party?”
I, of course said, “yes”.
” I have my car at the Airport and if you feel comfortable, we can leave straight from there.”
I remember thinking to myself “Probably the only straight thing the whole rest of the weekend” Little did I know…
We de-plane together and preceded to the baggage claim and then to the shuttle to pick up his car. A nice 2020 Landrover with gorgeous leather interior so soft just sitting in it made you want to cum.
“Get comfortable and relax the drive is about 40 minutes IF the traffic is reasonable. In fact if you wanted to you could climb into the back and stretch out and nap until we arrive.”
I had been awake since 3, California time, and going all day so the offer to allow me to just completely relax was met with no protest and I got out and climbed into the back of the Rover.
I’m not exactly sure if the ride actually took 40 minutes or if it took longer, but I awoke to the stopping of the car and Mark nudging me awake. He helped me out of the Rover and we retrieve our luggage from the “boot” and proceed inside of his home.
His home was what I might call a modern day recreation of an antebellum mansion. None of the glitziness just elegant classic lines and tasteful appointments. He shows me upstairs to the bed rooms and asked me,
“Which room would you prefer?”
I figured we have come this far and I’m really enjoying the conversation so I ask him which one is his room. His response was quite matter of fact,
“The same room as yours – of course”
Mind you, at this time the only time we have touched was once on the plane and when he nudged me to wake me up in the Rover. At this point he puts his bags on the bed and tells me,
“Nice choice, this is my room.”
With that he sits on the foot of the bed to take his shoes and socks off, followed by his tie, shirt, pants and boxers. He stood before me gloriously naked with his flaccid cock sporting a rather large Prince Albert piercing hanging down as it nestled on top of two plumb sized balls. He of course sees me looking at his gorgeous body and his magnificent cock and says,
“I feel sticky, I’m going to take a shower.’
And with that he turned to display his beautiful ass and walked to the bath room. Looking over his shoulder he says,
“Coming?”
“YES.”
As I finish the word he walks back to me and kisses me while holding my head and without another word starts to undress me. I feel so pampered as he removes my clothes gently kissing and licking newly exposed flesh. When he gets to removing my boxers he kneels before me and lowers the garment and takes my cock in his mouth at the same time. The warmth of his mouth and the softness of his lips and the insistence of his tongue were almost too much to express let alone enjoy without cumming. With a pop my cock is out of his mouth and he looks up and me,
“You taste delicious”
He then leans back in and sucks each of my balls into his mouth while looking up at me.
My cock, in what seems like a split second, is hard and throbbing and very appreciative of his oral talents as he licks me from taint to cock head in one long stroke.
“I bet you have other goodies too.”
He pushes my hips to have me turn where he is presented with my bare ass. I feel his kisses and gentle nips and licks as he separates the globes of my buttocks giving him access to my anus. I hear him breathe deeply and then I feel it, his tongue makes contact with my anus. It’s like electricity, I am instantly in need and slightly bend forward giving him greater access to my body. The probing warmth, circling my rosebud and exploring my crack from the nape of my buttocks to my taint over and over again with circling and probing of my anus every time. His tongue was a prehensile work of fleshly art. It should have been illegal what he was doing to me and it felt so incredibly good. I couldn’t help myself but moan lowly and slowly hiss “YES” as he continued his ministrations to my now very wet and willing ass.
He stands up and we kiss and he takes me by the hand and leads me to the shower area. He starts the water and as we wait for it to warm, we embrace and kiss for what seemed like hours but in reality was probably less than 5-10 minutes. He guides me into the shower where I attempt to start washing myself. He takes hold of my hands and places them on the wall and kisses my neck and whispers in my ear,
“I’ll take care of everything.”
With that he takes the soap and rubs it into his hands and starts to soap my body from behind. I can feel his now hard cock caress my wet and bare ass. I look over my shoulder and he meets me with a kiss.
“Just relax, you have to be your best for Monday, just relax.”
I stand there in the shower with this man I met seemingly just an hour ago and think to myself, ” I could get used to this very easily”. I feel his fully engorged shaft part my butt cheeks as the soapy water cascades down my body. I feel him thrust the length of my crack as he reaches around and takes hold of my engorged cock. He strokes my cock and twists the head over and over and over gain controlling my body and making me hyper-sensitive. Kissing me again he says,
“Time to help you relax”,
He then drops to his knees in the shower, with the water cascading over both of us and takes my cock in his mouth, looking up he asks if I want to cum now or save it for later. I hold his head in my hands and press forward and feel him open his mouth to allow me entrance to his throat. I feel him as he circles the bottom of my cock with his tongue as he’s sucking me. I feel the euphoric sensation a mixture of light headedness and need. I NEEDED to cum and I wanted it to be in his mouth. But he had other ideas,
“not yet my handsome man, we have a lot to ‘discuss’ before we share that moment together.”
Feeling cheated I want to jerk off right in front of him and defiantly cum for MY need and not playing HIS game. He saw my indignation and took me back into his mouth, then licking me slowly like a popsicle, savoring each lick, each flick at the end of the popsicle all the while looking at me and smiling.
He KNEW he had me and he was visibly happy about the fact.
He stands and starts to wash himself, then passing me the soap asking me to wash his back for him. I soap him liberally and also soap my cock and balls as I want to slide between his ass cheeks as he did to me. As I slide between his cheeks he leans forward and pulls his cheeks wide for me. My cock rubs and slides across his anus over and over again, each time he moans just a bit louder and finally he asks, no begs me,
“Please – I need this so badly, put your magnificent cock in me, I need to have your cock, PLEASE give it to me”.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss his neck and he turns his head and leans back and we kiss. I kiss his neck again and take hold of his shoulders and press firmly feeling my cock once again rub firmly at his anus.
“PLEASE”
is his only protest and I relent and let go of one of his shoulders and use my hand to position myself at his beautiful rosebud of an anus. I marvel as I slip past his first line of defense and thrill as I feel him open completely and surround me with his warmth. He moans loudly begging,
“Give me all of it”
which I do, I thrust into him hard and deep like the crazed animal that I was. He moans loudly,
“YES, OH MY GOD YES! Now fuck me like the animal in heat that I am, I need you to breed me – PLEASE.”
We stand there in the shower with the water flowing over us and the sounds of my thighs slapping his gorgeous ass. Our collective moans and pleadings reverberated off the walls and the final crescendo of his pleasure came with his spraying a series of thick streams of his semen against the wall with him collapsing almost in the same manner as the semen that slowly slid down the wall to collect on the floor and be carried away by the warm water that flowed over our bodies.
After a few moments I help him to regain his composure and look at him as he holds me gazing into my eyes and feel his warm kisses and think to myself, “This is a very good man”. He gathers himself and thanks me for the best orgasm and the greatest pleasure he has ever experienced,
“I thought I was going to die it felt so good and I wouldn’t have minded if I did, THANK YOU”.
We kiss and exit the shower and he takes the lead by drying me and then himself and we return to the bed room. He has me lay on the bed as he unpacks our luggage and puts the belongings away. By this time my cock is desperately in need of release. He comes to bed and asks
“May I suck this beautiful cock?”
“Yes, please do I would like the very much”
He then kisses down my body to my cock and slowly licks me from taint to cock head over and over again, he asks me to put my feet on his back, which gives him better access to my anus. He then proceeded to lick and probe and suck me from anus to cock head over and over again, taking me into his mouth fully at the beginning and end of each motion. His skill and patience were both maddening and exceedingly pleasurable and completely perfect. He worked my cock for 45 minutes until I thought I was going to go mad from frustration. He looked up from his place on my cock and pleaded,
“PLEASE give me your sweet nectar, I must have it”.
I didn’t need much encouragement and I took hold of his head and guided him back to my cock and released that which he had asked for, a steady stream of my semen. I filled his mouth and he still wanted more, I felt his finger in my anus as he pressured and miked my prostate until there was nothing else to give. He kept sucking me through the hypersensitive sensations after my orgasm and even after I had become completely flaccid, he suckled my cock. He let my cock slip from his mouth and then moved to face me and we kissed.
He maintained a portion of my load in his mouth and we now savored it together, intermingling our tongues and my semen and finally we swallowed my “essence” as he called it, together.
Spent, we lay on the bed in one another’s arms, kissing, caressing, whispering… just looking at one another. Finally, he said
“I’m being a bad host, would you like something to eat or drink?, If you want we can order delivery or we can go out to eat or I can call the chef to make anything you may want”.
I think to myself, “there is a chef roaming around here somewhere after we have been fucking and sucking VERY loudly?” I offer,
“Why don’t we just see what we can find together?”
We put on some clothes, shorts and shirts, and go to the kitchen area and sure enough there is a chef apparently patiently cleaning waiting for instructions.
“This is Tom the house chef du cuisine but he’s more than a chef, he’s friend, right Tom”?
Tom nods and thanks Mark for his kind words and asks if there is anything he might prepare for us.
“We were thinking that we might fend for ourselves tonight if you wouldn’t mind”?
Tom shrugs and says, “I’m OK with that if you both are”, and with that Tom leaves the room.
We make sandwiches and sit at the table and talk more about my travels and my job than his job and I’m struck by how vague he is in general about his job. Not wanting to be ungrateful or jeopardize the possibility of great sex for the rest of the entire weekend I put it to the back of my mind.
Mark suggests drinks by the pool and we walk out together and talk more about his delightful home and “our” plans for the weekend. In conversation I ask,
“You mentioned you are having this party this weekend, when is that to start and do you want me to stay in the room while you entertain your guests?”
“Heavens, no. And “we” are having a party this weekend. You must be my personal special guest at the party, truth be known I want you to be my date to the party”.
“So, this is a party where everyone knows you are gay?”
“Absolutely!, Anyone who has ever met me knows I’m gay, in fact it’s one of my most endearing qualities – Don’t you think?” His smile is disarming as is the “twinkle” in his eyes, playful and smoldering at the same time.
I had to agree with this, his command of his surroundings, events, wants and needs not to mention his and the bodies of others was both voluminous and impressive in every way.
“Well, Tell me about the party and what you have planned.”
I’m truly intrigued by this man and his outlook on life. He seems to have found a way to live in a manner in keeping with HIS wishes and apparently without outside resistance or opposition. His mind changes only when HE wants to change it. Sometimes he might discuss the reasons other times he will not, but outcomes never surprise him in any way whatsoever.
“We are going to start receiving guests tomorrow morning at 11:00am and I’m hoping you are not too concerned with knowing any of the people at the party. WE will be together and everyone will be so happy to meet you.” He has leaned into ensure I’m seeing him and hearing what he is saying, a tactic I recognize from torts class in my second year. But he does it so effortless and without any seeming agenda. He is focused upon ME, reading me, taking me in, giving me this small glimpse of his mind and its inner workings. He is being ….. Impressive.
“Sounds like an enjoyable time”
Mark comments, “If we are going to get a jump on the day we had better get to bed.”
I quip, “you mean BACK to bed”.
Mark smiles as he looks deeply into my eyes holding my attention much longer than one would expect in a light conversation and says, “well, technically we haven’t actually been to bed YET. why don’t we change that right now?”
Off we go to bed.
The next morning I’m awakened to muffled low moans and humming and the sensation of sheer pleasure emanating from my cock. I open my eyes and look down to see the covers moving up and down in perfect rhythm with the pleasure I’m receiving. I look under the covers and there is Mark with his mouth once again filled with my cock. I throw off the covers and ask him to move around so I can enjoy his cock as well.
He looks up, “Really?”
“Yes, I want to taste you first thing this morning”.
He moves around and soon we are engaged in a nice tight 69 session, His massive cock is in tickling my throat with that massive PA as I work him. My cock is in his talented mouth and being pleasured beyond description, we are lost in the moment … until we hear the knock on the door and hear the announcement that, “guests are starting to arrive.”
We jump up and as I head to the dresser to find clothes to wear as he heads out the door. I’m both concerned and puzzled, “why is he not putting on clothes?” I grab a robe from the back of the door and make my way to the top of the stairway where all of my questions are answered, the arriving guests are all naked too. “When In Rome” and I drop my robe and walk down the staircase to join Mark and his guests.
As I approach Mark turns and gestures toward me,
“This is my dearest friend Parker. Parker this is Amanda, and this is Hector, this is Ralph and this can be none other than the famous James. Everyone – Parker, Parker – Everyone.”
We all hug and I feel several cocks stiffen as we touch one another in some sort of erotic cock fight. Amanda is a beautiful young woman, 34-ish with gorgeous blue eyes, black hair voluptuous breasts and a magnificent 8″ cock, as Mark says, “A girl with something extra”.
We chat for a few minutes until Tom and a “server” enter and offer light refreshments and drinks. Mark encourages us to eat and drink as we chat and all head to the sun room just off the pool area.
I’m standing with Mark and my cock is getting harder and harder and gaining the attention of the guests. Mark takes my cock in hand and caresses me openly sporadically stopping and wiping my pre-cum from my cock and sucking it off his finger.
No words are spoken, no surprise noted by the guests, no smiling or chuckling at all. Just a matter of fact regular occurrence. I think to myself exactly how far does this nonchalance go with these “interesting” people?
I look at Mark and he looks back and leans in and we kiss a long kiss. His mouth is warm and accepting as his tongue is probing and inquisitive, his hands are roaming. After the kiss he simply goes back to his conversation. I strike up a conversation with Amanda and find that she is a college friend of Mark’s and devoted to him for his support throughout the years no matter what hair-brained thing she had gotten herself into. As we are talking she leans over and takes the head of my cock into her mouth and gently licks and sucks me for a few seconds. Taken aback I look at her and then at Mark and he smiles and waves his hand,
“That’s Amanda, she loves cock almost as much as I love cock”.
She smiles at me again and we continue talking as if nothing had happened and my cock had never been in her mouth, just chatting for another half hour or so. At that time Tom comes into the room and asks Mark if and where he wants the entertainers to set up and if entertainment should begin now or later. Mark turns to the guests and says,
“Let’s ask the guests, when would we like to have the entertainment start? Now or later on?”
Amanda asks, “Can’t they perform for us now and again later?”
Mark says, “I don’t see why not”, and turns to Tom asking him to send in the entertainers.
The entertainers are a small group of men(8) ranging in age from 20ish to 60ish all of whom are naked as we are with huge cocks and their bodies completely shaved and are wearing leather collars. The “leader” of the group thanks Mark for inviting them, and asks where they should begin. They proceed to the center of the room on a large area carpet surrounded by chairs and couches, pair off and start making out. Several engaging in mutual oral, several in anal and one guy who was walking about and up to each guest masturbating and offering his cock to any guest that cared to give his cock a wank. I must admit I jerked that dick for a few minutes and thought it was great fun.
Amanda jumped up and down making her breasts bounce enticingly and her cock slap her firm abdomen gaining everyone’s attention,
“I want them to make a daisy chain until they all cum”.
Mark seemed to think that a great idea and so directed the men to get started. As they were working out who was going to suck who’s cock, Mark comes to me and drops to his knees and starts sucking me. I can’t believe the pleasure of “performing” for the guests and enjoying the talented mouth attached to my cock. I start to moan uncontrollably and Mark lets me slip from his mouth and looks around the room to all the guests and says,
“Not just yet, but he is very tasty… I’m looking forward to a good feeding.”
Meanwhile the entertainers have kicked their collective acts into high gear and are well into their mutual suckfest, each one of them humping the mouth they were enjoying, each one of them moaning and thrusting wildly. As quickly as it began the moaning escallates the tell tale sound of cum being swallowed and gulped, the daisy chain was completed, all had apparently been satisfied. Afterward they took their time to collect themselves and Mark excused them to rest and regroup for later.
Mark and I wander outside and hop into the pool and begin enjoying one another again. My cock is hard against his abdomen and his rigid cock. We kiss and he opens his mouth taking my tongue into his mouth fully. We break the kiss and he turns around and looks over his shoulder,
“Give it to me, FUCK ME, really give it to me HARD and make a good show for “our” guests.”
By this point I’m hyper-sexualized and NEED his ass badly. I’m not proud to admit it but I wanted to make him scream. I fucked him fast, deep and hard for 30 minutes until Amanda sat on the pool deck in front of Mark offering him her cock which he gladly accepted into this mouth. I don’t know if she too was hot and needy or simply Mark is really that good with his mouth, but she almost immediately exploded in his mouth filling it with one of the largest loads of cum I have ever witnessed. Mark pulled away and turned back to me and we kissed exchanging Amanda’s massive load as the guests watched. Applause erupted from the on-lookers and we bowed in humble acceptance of their accolades.
As pleased as I was to have sampled and shared Amanda’s cum I wanted to finish Mark. I took hold of him again and continued to pound his round and very pliant ass. I was pressing him against the pool wall and making waves ripple across the whole pool as I kept pistoning into and out of him.
He moans, groans, pleads, whimpers and finally screams as the violence of my thrusting reaches a fever pitch. I feel his anus spasm and rhythmically massage my cock as I press into him deeply. He’s clamped down on my cock with a vise like force and it is difficult to continue to fuck with the same passion. The clamping is frustrating in one way and pleasure heightening in another. I kiss his neck and reach around and take hold of his massive balls and squeeze them HARD. He gasps and I feel his anus relax for a moment and I thrust home and spray his bowels with my seed.
I have bred Mark to perfection. (If it’s really possible to do something to perfection when you are actually fucking perfection – but I digress.)
At this point the wheels were off the bus, everyone was fucking or sucking someone else, and those that did not have someone to fuck or suck were looking for the entertainers.
At this point Tom and the young servant entered the room carrying drink trays and were met by a vision of what I can only describe as a Neo-roman orgy, Caligula would have been right at home in this group. Cock and ass everywhere, and lots of it. Tom and his assistant Sandra stop and look at one another and turn to leave. Mark calls them back,
“Tom, Sandra, Please don’t go, join us in anyway you care to join us.”
Tom, speaks to Sandra who shrugs and giggles a bit. Tom then takes Sandra in his arms and kisses her roughly fondling and groping her breasts. Sandra leans into his arms and accepts his advances completely, opening her legs and inviting Tom’s exploration. Tom’s hand slides down her body to her pussy and cups her vulva giving her a squeeze. She moans and goes partially limp. We all stop our activities and to watch Tom and Sandra as they claw and paw at one another.
Amanda clapping announces, “Straight sex everyone!”
With that Tom and Sandra are encouraged to completely disrobe for our enjoyment. We watch them have sex in several positions enjoying their passion voyeuristically and then IT happened. Sandra starts to cum, not just an orgasm but an O R G A S M!!!!! complete with farting and squirting, and that was followed closely by Tom roaring in pleasure as he flooded Sandra with a copious load of semen. Spent they rested and gathered themselves after their pleasure, Tom withdrew from Sandra and a tsunami of semen erupted form her pussy, truly an amazing sight. I wanted to taste his cum and her pussy juices mixed together but Amanda beat me to it cleaning Tom’s cock and eating out Sandra’s pussy in record time.
By this time it was very late and no one really wanted or was able to go home, including the entertainers, so everyone found a place to sleep as directed by Mark. The next morning the party actually continued into mid-day. By the time noon rolled around Mark had had enough of the spurting cocks and leaking asses and was ready for alone time, so he kicks them all out. He even used a line from a song,
“You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
Then they were all gone, including Tom and Sandra, and we were alone – blissfully alone.
We bathed and ate lunch and laid out by the pool, I spreading oil on Mark and he on me. We tanned, swam and made love in the sun by the pool. We explored each other in wonderful solitude with nothing or anyone to bother us. We made love as the birds chirped and the bugs flew by. We made love while the squirrels raced across the pool deck and up nearby trees.
When we weren’t making love we were in the pool embracing and kissing floating on one another’s bodies and pool floats. I sucked Mark to orgasm many many times as did he for me. I pleasured myself in his body which he beautifully and dutifully surrendered with an air of completion that was palpable. Every time I came I felt a deepening bond with this man, every time he cried out in pleasure I gained a deepened appreciation of him. Not his holes that were available for my every pleasure and use, but for HIM – the man.
At some point during the day together the sensations became … joy. It may sound feminine to say it that way, but as I enjoyed Mark he seemed to give himself more and more intimately. His actions and reactions were perfectly in sync with my needs, my thoughts, my “love” which surprised me.
That night as we lay in bed after making love again Mark asked if I have had a good time.
I, of course, said “yes.”
We again woke in each other’s arms on Monday morning kissing and then making love in almost every way and position we could collectively think until it was time to get ready for me to get back to “real life”.
Mark as we drove into the city held my hand looking at me as he drove, and asked,
“Might you ever consider re-location to Atlanta?”
“Prior to the last few days, my answer would have been ‘NO’. After the last few days, ‘Yes’.”
“Good” was all he said as he continued to hold and periodically squeeze my hand.
He dropped me off at my firm’s Atlanta office without direction. We kissed good bye and I promised that I was going to be a nuisance by being in constant touch with him.
“I’m sure you will”.
He drove off and I felt somehow small and alone. Sighing, I went to the office and prepared for the court proceeding then heading for the courthouse at half past 10.
When I got there I was directed to the appropriate court room and sat and organized my documents and did all of the fiddly things a lawyer does to create billable hours. The bailiff stood and announced,
“All rise for his Honor Mark Pleasance District Court Judge in and for the county of Cobb in and for the State of Georgia.”
I look up and guess who was on the bench?
This “beginning” was indeed a watershed point in my life, “our lives”. Up to this point I had considered myself successful, and I was. But this “beginning” showed me that there was “MORE” out there that I wanted. I had a taste of an amazing man and as trite and cliche as it may seem I wanted to know more, I was “intrigued”. And if there is anything that will send a lawyer down a rabbit hole it is being intrigued.
The hearing went as expected and I was fighting to remain focused as all I could think about was wondering if Mark was naked under his gown. As the proceeding unwound it became evident that my opposition was both woefully under prepared and his clients positions untenable. During the recess for lunch the opposing counsel came to me to settle. We discussed the terms and documented them and wrote a draft for the judge to notify him of the settlement. We gave the document to the bailiff and he in turn gave it to the judge (Mark).
When court resumed the bailiff announced that court was back in session followed by Mark returning to the courtroom carrying the document and smiling and then took his seat. The bailiff announced all could resume their seats.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a settlement in this matter. In receiving this document and reading settlement terms I am bound to ask all parties if they are in agreement. Mr. Babcock are you and your clients in accord with this document?
“Yes we are your honor.”
“Very good.”
“Mr. Newberry are you and your clients in accord with this document?”
“Yes we are your honor.”
“Very good, counsel please approach the bench.”
Mr. Babcock and myself rose and approached the bench. The judge signed the document and spoke to the court reporter,
“Please note in the court record that this date the action between Hampton partners LLC. and Thai holdings has been resolved by mutual action. With my signature affixed this date the matter is closed.”
“Counsel, is there anything else you would like to say?”
I look up at the judge and smile,
“No your honor, not at THIS time.”
“Very good then, Court is dismissed.”
I gathered my belongings and the settlement document and hailed a cab to take me back to the office. I completed the reports necessary for the court proceedings to be published and marked the case closed and closed out the billing for Thai holdings. Being done I really did not have anything left to do but I had no place to go as I had not checked into a hotel when I got to Atlanta 3 days ago. I looked up several hotels in the area and called the Fairmont for a room. I reserved room until Friday. I was done so maybe it was an opportunity to unwind. I checked my email and logged on and did some work on several other cases I was working at the time. Before I knew it time had flown by and it was 7:00. Most of the office was gone and as I did not have keys to lock the doors I was forced to leave when the last assistant was ready to go.
She was a lovely woman in her late 30’s buxom, even by gay man standards, she was a looker.
“So now that you are done with Thai Holdings what are you going to do with the rest of the week?”
I could easily go back to Los Angles, but I’m really not feeling the need to be in the office there when I can do everything here AND uninterrupted.”
“That is a big plus, isn’t it?”
“YUP! Sure is.”
As we exit the building Georgia hails a cab and I’m raising my hand to hail a cab when I see Mark’s Range Rover by the curb.
“Hey, sailor need a ride?”
“You bet I do.”
“You did very well, even I was impressed by the level of preparation and clarity of your arguments. I have to admit I struggled to remain impartial. I think I over compensated by siding with Hampton on that one issue regarding the amount of time elapsed from incident to filing. But you were on top of it… Very good, very good indeed.”
Mark has pulled away from the curb and is driving. I look at this extraordinarily handsome man and just enjoy looking at him.
“What?”
“I’m just enjoying the view is all.”
I reach over and place my hand on Mark’s thigh gently caressing him. His thigh is taught and I can feel the muscles flex as he drives. I turn in my seat to look at him and lean over and kiss him on the cheek.”
“Keep that up and I’ll stop in an alley somewhere …”
“Promises, promises… Oh! I forgot I have a reservation at the Fairmont, we can go there.”
“No, lets go “home”. Here use the car phone and call the hotel to cancel it’s #2 on the speed dial.”
I do as asked and call the hotel and cancel. As I hang up traffic comes to a stop and I lean in and kiss Mark full on the mouth. As I kiss him my hand rests on his crotch where it finds a very very hard cock.
“Are you in need of release?”
“As much as I would like that, Atlanta’s traffic is bad enough to navigate without a marvelous and warm mouth on my cock driving me mad with desire.”
“Do I drive you ‘mad’ with desire?’
“Let me see…. How do they say it in France…. FUCK YEAH.”
“That’s not French.”
“OK then, LeFuck Yeah.”
Mark drives and continues to speak to me as he is driving, about what I could not tell you if my life depended upon it. I just wanted to keep looking at him, his jaw, his eyes as the rearview mirror shone that band across them accentuating their fiery glint. I tick off in my mind his attributes and what I have found to be lacking. Somewhere at 123 attributes and zero negative attributes I came to the conclusion “this is an amazing person.”
“You are an amazing person, did you know that?”
“If you must know …”
“I must, I must…”
“Idiot, If you must know there is always someone that wants something and flattering for one thing or another but I NEVER believe them. But when YOU say that I BELIEVE you. Parker do you understand what our meeting has done to me?”
“Done to you?”
“Yes, I’m rattled here. Sure I’ve picked up a guy or two over my life but no one I have shared …. What we have shared.”
Mark looks away and sniffs and then looks at me then away again. I touch his thigh again and he takes hold of my hand. The rest of the trip back to his house “home” we ride in silence. He turns into the drive and presses the button to open the gate. As we are waiting I leaning and kiss him again this time with more intent, more feeling, more tongue and he reciprocates in kind. The gate opens and we drive in and it closes after us.
Mark pulls up to the garage and another door opens (a metaphor or just a door- I wonder) and he parks the car. He unfastens his seatbelt and we kiss again,
“Parker this may be early or even scary but… “I love you.”
“I know… Let’s go to bed.”
We leave the luggage in the car and walk through the house arm in arm and pass the kitchen where Tom is waiting for Mark’s return.
“Mr. Newberry, so nice to see you again. Are you hungry” Is there anything I might make for you?”
Mark kisses my cheek and nods to Tom.
Tom nods back knowingly and says, “Good night.”
On the way to “OUR” bedroom we are undressing and reach the door just as we are completely undressed. We go straight to the shower and bathe one another and kiss and make out under the warm water.
Mark looks me in the eyes and tells me to go to bed and he will be there is just a few minutes.
“I don’t understand..”
“I need to clean up for you so you can be fully satisfied.”
“Let me help you..”
“It’s in the cabinet by the sink.”
I open the cabinet door and retrieve the douche and lube and prepare both Mark and the douche. With the receptacle full I kneel and circle Mark’s anus with my tongue and slowly insert the nozzle into my lover. I realize this is the first time I have allowed myself to call him “MY LOVER” even if just to myself. Mark voids his bowels and we repeat the process several times until he is running clear fluids. I bathe him again and taste him to make sure he’s is truly ready, I insert a finger and find no evidence requiring additional attention.
We kiss and leave the shower and hold one another reaching, grabbing, caressing, touching, tasting. Dare I say dancing a dance of love to the bed. We fall onto the bed together ….
We roll and wrestle with no one winning but both of us winning. I NEED to take him and have him, I climb on him and he sucks my cock until it is ramrod hard. I spread lube on and into his anus and I mount him and penetrate him in one long slow languishing push. He is hissing and moaning with every inch of my cock as I become part of him.
“I need you to complete me Parker, PLEASE fill me.”
“Don’t worry I will take care of you and leave no part of you untouched. Settle in my handsome man you are getting no sleep tonight.”
“YES.”
The breeding begins slowly at first but insistent and consistently deep. I am rooted in this man as I hold the fleshy globes of this ass apart to gain optimum penetration. By balls slap his balls and he groans from the pleasure of the pressure on his balls. I pull out to my head and them plunge back again and again and again. My ardor grows with every stroke of my cock in this magnificent ass, so warm and completely yielding to every thrust, swirl, every rest deep in his bowels. He is loudly moaning with each powerful thrust into him and hissing with every slow gentle penetration. We pick up the pace as I want to give this man the greatest pleasure possible. His cock has deflated during our love making and is limply slapping back and forth with such speed it actually hits his abdomen and my balls as we fuck.
We have crossed the barrier between love making and fucking. I am now using this man for MY pleasure alone. He is now MY receptacle, MY possession waiting to be filled when and how I choose. Judging from his cries of pleasure and joy I’m sure he would want nothing less. We continue with our connected bodies working and moving as one great “Beast” pursuing its prey, orgasm and pleasure.
“Parker! Please!”
I slap his ass hard, harder than I have ever dared slap anyone before – ever. He Groans at a volume that is surely being heard at the road a quarter mile away. In my minds eye passers by are alarmed at the sounds of someone being murdered and calling the police who will arrive shortly to discover two men engaged in unbridled and passionate love making. But that surely would never happen… as I’m lost in the pleasure and my thoughts I feel his body tense, spasm and his anus clamps down once again holding me stationary. I think to myself,’not this time’ And I redouble my efforts to keep fucking. I press harder and I eventually budge and his anus relents and relaxes by micro amounts and my pounding of this perfect ass resumes with the nightly crashing sounds of thighs to ass cheeks.
Once again he pleads, “PARKER! NOW PLEASE!”
I reach under him caressing his chest and take hold of his shoulders firmly and slam into him and hold myself in his inner most recesses and start to pump my semen into this amazing man. My orgasm is so forceful that my balls actually ache from the expulsion of so much bodily fluid. The sensation is somewhat like that after having your balls squeezed by a strong masseur or the playful slap to the balls by a lover or having your balls sucked for an hour by a dutiful sub. The pleasure was sublime.
Mark collapses on to the bed breathing heavily and his body is mine and is covered in sweat. I withdraw from this body recently so well used by me and so lovingly surrendered by him. I kiss his bottom and caress the hand sized welt my over zealous need has raised on his flesh. My kisses to his bottom are met with winces of pain,
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you this hard.” I say as tracing the outline withy tongue.
I see my semen starting to seep from his body and kneel between his legs and separate his wonderful round globes and taste the fruit of “OUR” common labor. I probe him for more and he presses causing more to flow from his well used and gaped anus. I eat my seed form my partner’s body and somehow find the taste and texture different, more rich, more satisfying. I use my fingers to scoop more from his body and lick the nectar from my fingers as one might lick a popsicle.
Mark Moans and rolls over and looks up at me with tears in his eyes,
“Mark, I’m so sorry did hurt you badly? …. Please forgive me.”
Through his tears he chokes out, “I’m not hurt, I have just never felt this level of intimacy ever in my life. I’m so happy right now I can’t contain myself. I’m sorry to be such a sight…”
I lay with him and hold him, kiss him, caress him, soothe him and he rests in my arms somehow “small”, which is an achievement for a man 6’2″.
“Mark, I want to thank you giving me so much and showing me so much and receiving from me so much. I want to repay you with the only ‘currency’ that seems appropriate, myself. I want you the take me and enjoy me as much as I have enjoyed you.”
“I haven’t really ever been a top I’m not sure what I would do.”
“Don’t think about this as a mechanical transaction, you are exploring my body as I have explored yours. If your curiosity takes you one way or another THAT way is right no matter what it may be. Understand?”
“Yes – I do want you more than just my waiting and taking your magnificent log of a cock into me.”
“Log? I’ve never hear that one before”
Mark kisses me and kisses his way down my body at a pace he finds appropriate. He hits all of the highlights; nipples, chest, navel, thighs, balls, cock and pushes my legs up and explores my anus. His tongue probes, tastes, licks, savors very fleshy morsel he encounters. My anus is probed deeply by his tongue and my outer ring treated to tantalizing kisses and licks some so soft they are barely perceptible. This man is making love to my anus with his tongue and his technique is unrivaled in all the world. (Not that I have been all over the world getting rimmed – I’m not a slut …. often)
My feet are on his shoulders as Iay there receiving this gift of pleasure. I caress his head and run my fingers through his sandy brown hair. I marvel at its softness and the silky texture. I think this is something a guy could become very very very used to and quickly. I take hold of his head and ears and gently pull to let him know I want ‘more’ and he rises and lays on top me. I can feel his cock on my thigh and the warmth of the stainless steel PA resting against my own engorged cock. We kiss, He roots against me causing friction and heightened urgency.
“Mark, It’s time that you take your reward.”
He looks down at me with eyes so soft I almost feel he is another person, he kisses me and kneels between my legs. He presses my legs forward to my chest and I feel him use his fingers to probe my anus. He finds me already lubed with semen and lube from our previous love making that had found its way to my anal regions. He places my ankles on his shoulders, those broad muscled shoulders, and presses forward. He hits my anus perfectly. The PA makes first contact and shortly after his plumb sized cock head is spreading me wide. He feels massive but I know better. He presses again slowly, maddeningly slow, I close my eyes and allow him to take his lover the way HE wants to take me. He hovers and withdraws and re-enters and this time plunges into me in one forceful stroke. He bottoms out and stays there, waiting.
I open my eyes and he is over me just inches from my face. He is studying me, taking me in and enjoying this pleasure. HE is in control and in my mind he is savoring the sensations and the ‘feeling’ of or illusion of power. We kiss and kiss again more passionately, after all he does have 5 inches of thick cock buried in my ass. He raises up just a bit and starts to move inside of me, pistoning in and out faster and faster. Beads of sweat form on his face and drip onto my body below. His breathing is ragged and labored, he is clinching his teeth and has his eyes closed.
“Mark, look at me…. I’m yours to enjoy, so enjoy me and take your time… I’m not going anywhere.”
In the moment I made that statement I feared that I had just made a lifelong commitment and hoped against hope that he was too involved in fucking me to have actually let what I said register. He has slowed his ‘attack’ on my anus and is enjoying the pleasure. Using his cock to explore me as never before. I feel his cock swirl and press side to side like some flesh robotic surgical tool working in my body. His precision was inspiring and such inspiration deserves encouragement.
“Mark, you are playing my body like a fine musical instrument. I am your willing instrument, pay a concert with my body and make me FEEL every note of your performance.”
Mark leans in and kisses me again and speaks,
“Parker, I’ve never experienced this level of intimacy before, Thank you for this amazing gift. Little did I know when we met…. How could I have known?”
As he finishes this comment he leans into me even further causing my thighs to be full against my chest and rolling my anus even higher at a better angle for Mark’s penetration. He has every millimeter of his cock inside of me. I feel full and I still feel like I want more. My hands go to his sides and pull him to me with urgency every time he withdraws and enters me. He is not exactly POUNDING me but he most definitely has his body weight behind every thrust. I find it to be a wonderful technique as he is hitting all of the right spots. My cock is leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and the bed under me is damp with my sweat.
Mark rises over me again and moves into a position where he is kneeling between my legs and pressing my thighs to my chest to maintain his angle into my anus. He thrusts and moans with each thrust and I feel that he is close. He even tells me that he is close and asks ‘permission’ to cum inside of me.
“May I cum in you?”
“Yes – I need you to finish in me.” (momentarily I think, ‘what would he do if I said no.’)
Mark smiles a most glowing smile and rises up over me thrusting into me and then I feel his orgasm hit. I feel the throbbing but not an appreciable amount or volume of semen enter me. I was hoping for the wonderful spreading warmth sensation but the throbbing of his massive plumb cock head is also satisfying.
Mark moans loudly, “Oh Mother of God – THANK YOU!” And then he collapses on me. He is unmoving and I fear he has had an aneurysm and died on top of me. I know that’s not be the case as he is still breathing, but that does not rule out a massive stroke entirely. (I won’t tell you why or how I know these things for these thoughts to cross my mind but suffice to say it is a weird story)
I press on the bed and roll Mark off of me and check him to make sure he is both alive and alright, which he is. He slowly opens his eyes to find me over him with a concerned look on my face,
“That has never happened to me before. I have heard about sensory overload and out of body experiences but never believed they were true. Oh, My God that was freaking amazing – THANK YOU!”
” First are you alright? And second you are welcome, it was my pleasure too.”
“Yeah, I’m OK. I was just overcome by the intimacy we have developed so quickly and I don’t want it to end. Is that understandable?”
“Absolutely yes. I’m not the worlds most accomplished man sexually but what we have is ‘special’ and it is very ‘humbling’ if that is the correct word for it. I think I’m saying that I want to master your body in every way possible, that is my nature, but I am swimming in a deep sense of satisfaction at being able to provide you pleasure. Before tonight I don’t think I truly understood exactly what bottoms got out of sex, now I have a better understanding.”
“HUMMMMM …..I’m not sure if that is some sort of compliment or a personal epiphany but either way I will take it.”
“UMMMM …. I think you just did take it.”
We both laugh and roll around on the bed for a few minutes and get out of bed to shower and change the sheets as we have soaked them. As we are changing the sheets Mark stops and looks across the bed smiles and sighs.
“What now/”
“I’m just enjoying the view. You know you really are a pretty man.”
“You mean like a girl or wickedly handsome in a rugged way?”
“Which will get you back in bed quicker?”
My cock stiffens and points to the ceiling and I walk around the bed and bend Mark over and then kneel to eat his ass. I lavish his anus with saliva, stand and then spit into may hand and apply the spit to my cock head and press into him. In one long stroke I’m back ‘home’ inside of him (I wouldn’t admit that to him at that time but I think that is where I started thinking of Mark and a possible ‘forever’). I enjoy his for another 20 minutes and stop as honestly, my thighs were weak from the almost constant exertion.
We de-couple and pull on robes and go to the kitchen to forage for something to eat other than one another. Tom is there cleaning his domain and in a very chipper tone says,
“Well its about time you two… The neighbors have been calling asking who has been murdered.”
“That loud?”
Tom shrugs and says, “‘loud’ is a definition of volume, You two (he says as waiving a spatula back and forth) I think have refined the word. Congratulations.”
I turn to Mark and bow slightly, “Congratulations to sir on a job well done.”
Tom sparks in again, “Job? You two sound like you had the entire career off.
Seriously 4 hours? At first I thought it was funny then selfish then utterly amazing. May I write a study for the National Association of Holy Shit that’s a lot of Fucking Association?”
“Now, I know you are gilding the lily…. after a pay rise are you?”
“Nah, but seriously what may I make you?”
“What can you make quickly?”
“I have; eggs, sandwiches, cold chicken, the enchilada casserole from the night before last and the old standby pizza. What’s your preference?”
I look at Mark as he is deciding, “Tom, I have to ask what did you think with this type of ‘activity’ going on and you working away down here while we are being …. ”
“Active? Is that the word you are trying to search for…?”
“Yes, I guess it is.”
“Well, I can say that this is not something I or we have had to deal with in the past. Sure there have been parties, but one expects “shennagains’ at a party. THIS (he waives the spatula back and forth) is …”
Mark chimes in, “Different, Yes I know.”
“No, its more than that, it’s special.”
I turn to Mark and see he is leaning against the cabinet but in a relaxed manner. He’s looking up and I’m absolutely sure he’s trying not to cry.
“Tom, maybe we’ll fend for ourselves the rest of the day, How would you like the rest of the day off?”
“Sure” and Tom leaves he room and I can hear the door to his room close somewhere down the hall.
“What’s this all about? I say as I hold his head in my hands and kiss him.
“I just never actually gave consideration to how ‘ALONE’ I sometimes feel here.”
“You know the English language has two words with double meanings. Alone which is solitary or in contemplation and lonely which is a state of mind and the spirit. I have experienced all of them at one time or another but not since I have been here, with YOU. And that’s a good thing – right?”
“There is that, I apologize for being needy. I’m sure it’s not an attractive quality in a man.”
“Attractive, maybe not, but endearing, absolutely. It means you care, not many people admit to caring anymore.”
“Does that mean you care …. About me?”
“Ah! There’s the lawyer’s mind sneaking out to say hello. You must have been hell on witnesses during cross examinations.”
“And you must be a master of mis-direction the way you just changed the subject so quickly.”
“Touche, You have full points on that one. Yes, I do care, probably more than I should, more than you know and more than I can admit. But I do care, very much.”
“Very much…”
“Yes.”
Mark crosses the kitchen and drops to his knees and waits for me to open my robe. I pull the robe open and lean back on the counter top with my hands on the counter. My gaze is on Mark as he leans in and takes my cock into his mouth. He proceeds to give me the most fevered head I have ever experienced and has me at the edge in less than 5 minutes and stops.
“Always leave them wanting more.. ”
“Barnum, you are going to leave me ready and needy and quote P.T. Barnum?”
Mark has a look of “mirth” in his eyes. “If you want more come and get it” and he runs from the room.
I catch up with him in the main living room and we fall onto the oversized couch facing the floor to ceiling windows. We kiss each other and in a few moments he is back to his task sucking my cock. But this time he is being deliberate, slow, galcier slow. A pace so slow that it keeps me at the edge constantly only held in check by his periodic nipping and biting my cock head. To some this might be a turnoff, but to me I enjoy a bit of savory with the sweetness of having my cock sucked. (I once met a man that could not cum unless his balls were being violently abused. Some sort of flagellation syndrome I’m sure – but I digress.)
This agony continues for almost two hours until my patience and resolve are eroded beyond all endurance. I take hold of Mark’s head and trust once, twice, three times and flood his mouth with my seed. He takes hold of my balls and massages them coaxing additional nectar from my now shriveled plumbs. He moves to face me and we kiss, swapping my semen back and forth, sharing the offering and swallowing the satisfying morsel.
The remaining two days before I returned to LA were along this same pattern. Making love and enjoying the growing love as we spent time together. Obviously Mark’s job kept him stationary for the vast majority of the year. So when we would meet it would be on long weekends, vacation days, lay overs (no pun intended), business my firm may have in Georgia, and those just because times that are the result of just missing something or someone.
In general we would spend maybe a week together each month sometimes all at one go and other times as noted a day or two here or there. The time together was very satisfying, more than I would admit to him, but it meant quite a bit to me. And that is saying A LOT for me to make that admission even if only to myself. When the firm opened as office in Houston I was now just two hours away. I bought a house in the River Oaks neighborhood less than 30 minutes by surface streets from the office. And when Mark was available he would come to me or I available I would go to him. We continued to add additional partners to our time together and settled into a routine of sharing ourselves with others both solo and in partnership. For some it is not possible to divorce the emotion of making love, the emotion, from sex, the act. We talked through what we would want from outside relationships and what was not acceptable to “OUR” relationship. In true lawyerly fashion Mark drew up, “a letter of understanding” between us so there would be no confusion. My copy is actually framed in my bedroom in Houston or should I say “our” bedroom in Houston? Either way we know exactly where we both stand – with the possible exception that I have yet to tell Mark that I love him. That would seem so “final” if I did, Maybe one day ….