Our kissing was desperate, like trying to sucking the breath out of each other. Like I was sucking the cum out of him by way of his mouth. Our strangled grunts drowning each other out. And we fucked. And fucked. Vast circles of motion that set my guts on fire. GOD I loved him inside me. GOD I loved the feel of his sweaty body against mine, our hairy chests scouring the other, his stubble rubbing my face, neck and ears raw. It was combustible, angry power. Driven by absolute hunger. Furious and unforgiving. Fucking primal.
Men. Men free of everything. Fucking being men. I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted to burn every part Nate into my brain, feel his heat. Smell dusky scent. Taste the salt of his sweat. Feel the burn of his chest hair. And to fucking feel his cock turn my guts inside out.
God, I was fucking liberated. Unleashed from civilization, responsibility, of caring about anything but my own goddamn pleasure.
Although the reptile part of my brain was in a full-on rage, something else was building inside me. Something familiar and strange. Fucking JOY. And for all the clawing and grappling Nate and I did, there was also a… connection. A euphoric connection. It wasn’t just about me, it was about us, in that moment rising up with each other, pushing each other, grabbing hold of each other. Sharing something so heartbreakingly intimate. It’s almost embarrassing to admit, but at that moment–amidst the sweat, the grunts and the smell of balls–I felt like a living, breathing, fucking Hallmark card.
No one had ever made me feel that way.
I leaned into it, pushing back hard against him emotionally as we fucking smashed against each other physically. God, he was starting such a roaring fire inside me. Sexual bliss and sexual violence. I dimly realized just how hard he was fucking pounding my ass, slamming it hard enough to break another guy. Roaring with unfiltered rage. Finally his fury hit the point of no return.
“NGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”
His whole face compressed into a look of gnarled rage as he shot blast after blast of cum inside me. Bellowing out a roar like a dragon and grabbing me so hard I nearly yelped in pain. It was all part of a technicolor explosion of sensation.
And goddamn. The roaring fire he had lit inside me unleashed… again. I fucking blew. Cum shooting out of my dick in thick heavy ropes. Drenching both our chests, curling through our chest hair. It felt like I was blasting my head clean off my shoulders as my entire body exploded.
Nate kept going, unable or unwilling to lose that feeling. And when he slowed, he fucking kissed me so hard I was afraid he drew blood.
I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I don’t know how long we kissed. Our hands running all over each other, without any conscious thought on our part. Our spent dicks were still engorged, if no longer rock-hard, and lazily ground through each other’s man bushes. Rolling, flopping against each other. Like our cockheads were mimicking our make out session.
It was fucking heaven.
I realized we had been at it longer than I thought when I finally looked over at the TV and saw that the game was well under way. I chuckled; I used to claim that nothing could pull me away from a game, but here we were in the bottom of the third. It didn’t matter. There was no way I was going to break the spell.
Although… we did finally rip ourselves away from each other, basically to refuel with food and booze. But we went back to laying together… Nate on his back, me on my side leaning against him.
I think the realization that this was our last free night before Nate’s wife returned home was playing with our minds. We didn’t say anything, really… just lay there on the couch. Our hands gently running all over each other, as if trying to commit each other’s bodies to memory. That feeling of… touch… with a guy… was so… fucking…
I don’t have words for it.
And I quietly marveled at how far I had come in my thinking. Of reflexively being terrified of being thought of as gay… to suddenly realizing how far my emotions had carried me.
Carried me… to him.
Carried me into the arms of this… shit, I’m just gonna say it: the fucking sexiest… the fucking handsomest man I knew in real life. And I knew–really knew–that against all odds, and against all reason, he was obviously, certainly, demonstrably… mine.
The magnitude of that filled me. Filled me with emotions… I didn’t understand. But certainly felt. God, I was starting to feel… almost weepy.
My head was resting just below his collarbone. Almost by instinct, I leaned down and started rolling my lips against his hairy pecs, working my way down to his nipple. Nate made a purring sound, looked at me and smiled. In absolute contentment. The brush of his hair against my lips sparked something deep in me, and my mouth became more… insistent. Demanding. I started making out with his hairy nipple. I could feel my pulse start to quicken, and my cock started feeling warm. Awakening. I started working my way back slowly, making big wet circles with my tongue, moving toward his furry pit. I caught the tang of his scent, and barreled in, my hunger spiking as I worked into his pit hair. It was soon wet with a combo of his sweat and my spit.
Fuck.
Nate growled appreciatively. He pulled his arm back to give me access, essentially wrapping it around my head and shoulders as if giving me a hug. And I swept through his armpit, mashing my face into him. His masculine scent filling my nose. Setting off bells inside me. Making my dick hard enough to drill through titanium. Grinding against Nate’s hip.
Well, there was only one thing to do.
With deliberate movements, I reached under him with my left arm, grabbing ahold of him right under his hairy pecs. With my right, I reached down, hooking my hand on Nate’s leg and pulled it up, his knee toward his chest. Spreading him. Giving me access. I slightly rolled his hip forward, and my hard dick started to slide into his hairy ass trench. Nate growled, welcomingly. I changed the angle until I could feel my cockhead at his hairy pucker. I gave a few small thrusts to wake up his body. And trusting that our previous bout–and my gusherload of cum inside him–would have eased the passage, I pushed hard against him, and felt myself break through.
We both gasped. Together. Fucking perfection.
I reached my right arm across his belly, holding him for leverage, and drove my cock deep inside him. Feeling every part of his satiny-smooth hole around my dick as I went. Nate’s body shivered slightly at movement, and I could feel him bearing down on my cock. Flexing. Massaging, I let out a low, growling moan, matched pitch for pitch by Nate. Thrust after thrust, getting me deeper. Deeper. Until the hair of my bush was tangled with the hair of his ass. We both were breathing in explosive gasps.
I started long-dicking him. Slowly, feeling every part of his ass. His body started to grind back against me, trying to drive me deeper. Trying to feel every part of me inside him. With my right hand, I started jacking him… slowly, but firmly, matching the feeling his ass was giving my dick inside him. “Ohhhhhhhh GAWWWWWWD!” he moaned. Swept up in the moment.