Joe Gallagher, Reg’s famous uncle, drove to San Antonio to watch the race. He was a giant of a man–taller than Reg. He had likely put on some pounds, not all muscle, since retirement, but he still cut an imposing athletic image. He spent some time with Reg and met the team coaches. He was a terrific guy, and by the end of the morning, he knew the first names of all the guys on the team. He greeted Janet, was very gentlemanly and careful. He praised our performance. And there were no “but I would have’s” in his conversation. He was unerringly diplomatic and professional I could see why Reg idolized him.
And so, when I got home later Saturday, my anxiety level had quieted significantly. I was looking forward to a nice dinner and evening with Geoff. I preferred not to go out and Geoff agreed. I’m going to order Italian–I think I’ll have it delivered from Mandola’s. What would like?”
“Maybe veal Marsala and a Caesar salad.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let me get it ordered. Then I want one of our long joint showers.”
We headed for the shower–now nicknamed our aquatic sex box. I stripped. “I am really up tonight. I had a good race. I told Nicole it was over. And now I’m here with you.”
“You told Nicole it was over? How did she take it?”
“Not well. I’m guessing we haven’t seen her endgame yet. I think I’m going to have to show up with a female on my arm before long or she will start the rumor mill.”
“I’m thinking that I will drive up to Austin next Friday night to watch the meet on Saturday. I don’t have classes on Saturday. Do you think we can be together? I’m going to switch the pick-up for the SUV. Do you think she’ll go to Austin?”
“That might work. If I go up with the team on Friday and stay at the motel with them that night, I can explain that your folks live in Austin and you have invited me to meet them. That should cover. If not, I can say Becca wants to meet. I really don’t care if Nicole is there–she’ll probably have a hookup with another teammate by then anyway. She already thinks that I shacked up with Becca all summer.”
“I’ll drive up late on Friday. I really can’t cut any classes. But we can drive back together on Sunday. I’m going to invite the family to join us for the meet on Saturday morning.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I’ll call later to make sure it works with them.”
“And I’ll call Becca.”
We engaged the rain shower and most of the wall jets, closing the vents to create a steam room. I was feeling the aggressor, pumped by my San Antonio win. I pulled Geoff into an embrace, kissed, and began working my kneading fingers into his back and glutes. “Oh, please don’t stop.” I grabbed some gel as he swiveled and placed his arms wide-outstretched on the marble wall as he spread his legs and provocatively pushed his ass toward me. Slowly, I worked the foam into his skin, taking extra care of his ass and crack. He gasped when I reached through his legs and cupped his balls and gasped again when I stroked his dick while I teased his hole with my tongue. He was definitely hot. I finished with the anal cleanser and inserted several conditioner-lubed fingers to establish my claim for later. By then, the steam was rising.
“Sit on the bench and I’ll do your hair.” I moved between his legs and began the slow head massage I knew he loved, but he surprised me by sucking my cock into his mouth as I did so. “Double tasking again, I see. Don’t you ever rest?”
He rose, rinsed and repeated most of the process on me. By then the shower was so dense with steam that we could barely see each other. We turned off everything, towel dried each other and moved to the bed.
We napped for a few minutes enjoying a tight mutual embrace–until the phone from the concierge announced our dinner was on its way up. We quickly dressed in tees and boxers and Geoff went to greet the delivery guy, a stocky young Italian stud, perhaps related to Tony. Geoff looked like he had just slipped on the boxers after an afternoon of sex. The guys eyes popped open. Everything was explained and placed on the kitchen counter. Geoff paid, adding a generous tip. The young delivery guy looked at us as I walked into the room with my curly hair wet and in disarray, and smiled. “Now I see why you didn’t order some of our famous tiramisu for dessert. You’ve got the strawberries in cream right there.”
Geoff insisted on the dining room with candles. But, no clothes. So we feasted on the terrific food while our eyes feasted on each other. We had decided that the portions were way too large–so we saved one of the dinners for later and divided what was left onto more manageable plates. The food was delicious. But, the guy I was staring at was even more so. Both of us sported erections, easily visible under the glass topped table. Mini-ghost like images rose from each of our laps. I pointed to his tenting white napkin. “Did you invite Casper to join us? We still have nearly a month until Halloween.” He was about to speak. “Don’t you dare come back with one of the time-worn hollow weenie jokes.”
I rose to clear, but he handed me my glass with the remaining red, folded the napkin and draped it over my horizontal cock, and pointed to the sofa. “I’ve got this tonight. You’ve had a long tough day. Go get comfy.”
Geoff had the room at its typical temperature–Houston freeze. So I grabbed a dark blue quilted throw and wrapped myself in it to gaze out at the twinkling lights. Geoff soon joined me. “Room in there for me?”
“Of course, I’ve got it all warm for you. And, I’m pitching tonight. And I’m looking to you to provide the heat. Join me please.” I got up, opened the blanket and reclined on the sofa, pulling him and the covers on top of me. His lips went immediately to mine and I opened to his probing tongue as we re-tasted the delicious Barolo we had almost finished already. I wrapped arms around his chest and legs around his thighs as he settled into my welcoming body. I started caressing his broad swimmer’s back, continued down to his narrow waist, and cupped his beautiful round ass cheeks. I squeezed and pulled him into me, feeling his rigid pole against my stomach muscles. I reached over to the new fancy Chinese blue and white box on the table and drew out a bottle of lube. I spread a liberal amount on his hole and began the intimate process of opening him.
We squirmed together in that always-new horizontal dance of stimulation. When his groans signaled that he was reaching the point of no return. I pushed him off. “Sit on my lap, cowboy. I had such a good ride this morning, I’m going to let you do the riding tonight.” He climbed back on, taking my mouth in a kiss as he slowly descended on my pole. He bounced a few times, pausing mid-way when my head found his prostate, moaning in pleasure. Soon his balls were resting on my pubes as I reached down with both hands to encase and stroke his enormous cock. I pulled him in so we were chest to chest and stretched my legs out and planted my feet so I could leverage him on my cock while I used my hands to spread his cheeks. I loved this position as it gave me the deepest possibility for penetration. He responded with a sexy lap dance. Then, suddenly Geoff pulled up and bent his back pointing his long dark pole directly at my face. I reached under his dick and pushed hard, until I felt the first aborted spasm, and then released–and he exploded. I caught one shot in my hair, but managed to catch and swallow another. But, I wasn’t quite done. I pushed him off my lap and he dropped chest down on the back of the sofa and spread his legs, offering his ass for my continued pleasure. I stood, pushed my shaft again into his shoot and started pumping as I pinched his nibs. Soon I was filling him with my seed as he collapsed back onto the quilt. Without withdrawing, I fell onto him and continued to pump until my sensitivity made it impossible to continue. At last, I felt empty. I had given him my all.