A gay story: The Real Thing Times Two
Prologue: This picks up where I left off in Dinner and a Movie, or Maybe Not? In this part, we give Adam a memorable first time, and he explores his sexuality…enjoy.
It was nearly time for us to get up, but Marty was already up when woke up…I thought maybe he was making coffee, but I didn’t smell coffee. I had to take a piss and there he was buck-naked, taking a piss. I couldn’t help but admire the tight, muscled ass, as he stood there. My eyes were going back and forth between the broad shoulders and the ass…he was just hot…my boyfriend was just hot.
I was starting to show arousal, when he turned his head and grinned, “Sup?”
At that point, I was somewhere between semi and full-on erect, and his eyes trailed over my body, settling on my dick. I watched him slowly looking back up to meet my gaze, and I grinned, cupping it with my hand, “Well, I gotta take a piss and this’s up!”
He laughed, “A piss hardon, dude…bet I could help you out with both problems…especially the hardon part.”
I walked over, taking his spot and got it started; I had to force it to point down, and it was just a forced trickle at first, but then it cut loose. Marty reached around, and took over, replacing my hand with his. I had to flex it twenty-plus times to squeeze it all out, but Marty was more than happy to be holding his boyfriends hard, flexing cock.
He shook it out, “You done, or you want me to suck it out?”
I shook it a couple times, too, “I think I’m done, but I could still use your help.”
“You lookin’ to share some of that meat?”
“It’s yours…yours for the taking…you know that.”
He grinned and turned me around, gripping my hip with one hand and grabbing my dick with other.
Not saying a word, he sank to his knees and gradually took it all, deep into his throat. He started to bob his lips up and down the shaft…up and down with such skill and focus.
“Yeah, dude…suck that cock, good…get it good and hard for that…yeah…yeah…yeah, hard for that ass…I can fuck that ass…good…real good! Yeah, that’s it…suck it…suck it…show me the love…yeah…yeah, that’s it!”
What Marty was doing was amazing, and I started thinking that I might not last that long. Not quite a two-pump chump, but I was horny as fuck and close.
Then Marty abruptly pulled off, looking up, “Will you fuck me?”
Despite being near my own release, I savored the request for a split second. Pumping deep into that manly pussy, and caressing his insides…how could I ever say no to that?
Obviously, those thoughts weren’t really helping, but I was able to physically push it back with some rough manhandling. Still trying to stall things, I gave it a couple swats with my hand, and smirked, “Dude, just turn around and bend over.”
He pumped lube into his hand, stroked some over my dick. Then anxiously greased himself, and leaned over the sink, “There we’re both ready…let’s have that meat!”
As I pushed against his pucker, I groaned as it slipped inside, “Mmmm…that’s perfect…dude, that’s perfect!”
I started pumping in and out, eliciting a string of pleasured moans from Marty. I couldn’t help but reach around to stroke his gorgeously, thick cock, as I pummeled his hole. Damn…it felt good
I groaned, “I wanna feel you on my dick…wanna feel you cum…cum with my dick buried in yer ass…wanna feel you shudder around my dick…shoot…yeah, shoot for me!”
I couldn’t hold out much longer and apparently neither could he. His load shot out in thick strands across the front of the cabinet, as I exploded inside.
He moaned, “Fuck…that dick feels so good…slamming hard…and deep! Give it to me…shoot your it deep…empty those balls…own my ass…breed it…breed it, deep!
After we were both drained, I stayed inside, holding his body tight against mine. Once I pulled out, he stood up and turned towards me. Both cocks were still rock hard and throbbing, and Marty grinned, stroking his big, beautiful dick, “Well that was a good way to start the morning!”
I nodded, “You got that right…let me go start the coffee. You got me all distracted now.”
He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist, “No, I got it…you shower first.”
I handed him a tissue with a big grin, but he seemed confused for a second, “What’s this…oh yeah, right…you’re leaking out my ass.” I scooped some his from the cabinet door and rubbed it over my dick, “Go ahead…suck it…taste your load…cum with your coffee, the morning’s just getting better!”
He grinned, “Cock…cum…and coffee!”
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Over the next couple weeks, Adam was spending more time at Chrissie’s, rather than the apartment, but he seemed to be more attentive to what Marty and were doing, or what we had planned.
I remember he called me at work, wondering what I was doing that evening; it was like he was checking in with me, which is something we seldom did. Anyway, I told him that we were going to dinner and doing some grocery shopping…yeah, wild night with the boyfriend. Then he told me Chrissie was out with girlfriends, he was hitting the pool after work, and he wouldn’t mind having a few beers with us, when we got home.
He was a beer or two ahead of us, and a little horny…because he had to tell us that he overheard us that morning but didn’t want to intrude. He had a little buzz, with no filter, because he quickly went from hearing us in the bathroom to how he’d been using Chrissie’s dildo.
I remember he grinned, nodding, “And it’s getting to feel really good…I’m starting to understand things better…you know?”
I’m sure you’re thinking it…of course, that’s where he was headed. Marty and I thought so, too…but then he got up, “Let me go get it.”
We looked at each other, and Marty shook his head, “What the fuck…he’s fucking getting a dildo! You thinking this’s headed where I think?”
I nodded and laughed, “Absolutely yes…yes, I do.”
He seemed excited to show us, and it was about the same as his…maybe a little bigger, and I teased him, “Nice…it’s just the right size…not too big, but not to small either…it’s perfect for you. Can’t wait to see it in action…sometime.”
He was excited with his response, “I’ll go get the lube!”
We weren’t surprised at all when he came back, stripped from the waist down, and covering the dildo with lube.
I shook my head, “Dude…you’re a little buzzed…do you really wanna do all this?”
He nodded, “I’m not that drunk…and…um…I’ve been thinking a lot about you guys. I definitely want to explore things further…that is…um…um…if you guys want to…I guess.”
Marty and I had talked about the first encounter, after it happened…and both of us were laid back about it. If it happens…it happens…just let it happen. Anyway, he flopped back onto the floor, pulling his legs back, and slowly pushing the dildo inside.
I watched, “Wow…nice ass, dude…just relax and stop pushing until you feel ready for more.”
He paused, but went right at it again, slowly pumping deeper until he got it all in. He paused again, moaning, “What do ya think…I bet I’ve done it over a dozen times…even a couple times with Chrissie.”