Joel in many ways is more like a straight
guy than a gay guy. Like he's really hairy on his chest and
his stomach and of course his legs and forearms but I'd bet
about anything that he's never even thought about shaving anything
other than his face. And another thing is that he always says
what's on his mind. I mean I know that if he wants to fuck he'll
say that or if he wants me to do something he'll tell me; and
no hidden messages, you never have to guess at what he meant
by something or if he's trying to tell you something. He just
says it. It's not that he's rude or unkind, ever, just that
he doesn't think in a roundabout way. He's direct, but kind.
I'm lying in bed and my head is resting
on Joel's upper arm and my right hand is covering his right
hand as it is pressed against my abdomen. I can feel the strength
in his arm and the hair on it. It feels like a mans arm. Joel's
cock is soft but pressed against my butt and his right leg is
between my legs. His hairy chest and stomach are pressed up
against my back and I can feel his breath rising and falling.
His face is buried in the back of my head and I feel totally
his. Not like a slave or anything, we don't always agree, but
just that we're a couple now and I've given him the right to
be in charge, I want him to make the decisions and that's something
that comes naturally to him. He likes to take charge.
I don't mean to imply by this that I'm
some kind of mindless twink. I've got a really good job with
a major bank and I'm very good at it but in our personal life,
our life as a couple, Joel is in charge.
Our room is still dark but the birds are
beginning to make noise outside. Hmmm, not sure you would call
it noise, well bird sounds anyway. Periodically Joel adjusts
his position, usually by pulling me in tighter and him cramming
his dick against my ass harder. When he wakes up he's gonna
want to fuck me and he will even though I'm still a little swollen
and sore from yesterday. We fucked six times yesterday and while
I'm sure that's no world record I haven't been getting fucked
for that long of a time and it kinda wore my butt out. Actually
being swollen and a little sore feels good, kinda warm and a
little throbbing but in a nice comfortable way. My butt feels
used. Maybe I should feel like a slut but since the using was
done by my boyfriend I don't think that it counts towards being
But right now I've got to pee, big time,
so I slowly slide out from under Joel's arm.
"Where ya goin babe?" His voice is a half
asleep mumble. He wraps his arm around me tighter.
"Joel I gotta pee!" I slide out again
from under him.
"Okay, but come on back." He's just mumbling.
Again I slide out but this time I make
it to the bathroom and unload a liter of pee, I also swish some
mouthwash around cause I'm sure I've got like dog breath. When
I'm setting the mouthwash back on the top of the cabinet I see
my wedding ring on my right hand and I smile.
I climb back into bed and Joel again pulls
me to him but he's more awake now and he runs his hand up the
crack of my butt stopping to feel my asshole, I can feel his
hardon pressing against me.
"You're kinda swollen. Does it hurt?"
The touch of his hand is indescribable.
"No, just a little warm, it's fine." I reach behind me and hold
his dick. "You're a little swollen too." He laughs and reaches
behind him to the nightstand and grabs some lube.
"This'll make it feel better." He pours
the lube onto the fingers of his right hand and then starts
rubbing it into my asshole, around the outside and then finally
shoving his fingers into me.
"Oh my god! Oh shit!"
Joel lifts himself up a bit. "That hurt
babe?" He sounds surprised and concerned.
"God no! It feels fucking fantastic!"
He starts kissing the side of my neck
and mumbles into it. "You had me scared for a second." His fingers
are still playing with my asshole but gently, soothingly.
Joel positions his cock at my asshole
and then just leaves it there, rock hard and just laying against
"Push back against it when you're ready
hun. If it hurts, stop."
His body seems to be enveloping mine,
his leg between mine becomes more rigid, his upper body is covering
more of me and I can feel his muscles gathering themselves.
If he wanted to rape me there's no way on earth that I could
stop him but he's not that kinda guy and he doesn't need to
rape me because I want his cock more than anything. In a way,
he's trained me to want it. I push back until I feel the head
"Oh...............yeah, yeah!" It's not
only the feeling of him penetrating me, which is fantastic,
but it's also the idea of it, that it's my lover entering me,
becoming one with me. His arms tighten around me, holding me
secure, holding me the way that he wants me positioned while
he fucks me.
I can feel his feet digging into the sheets
to get the leverage he needs to plow me. It doesn't matter now
that my asshole was swollen because now it's stretched well
past that as eight and a half thick inches of cock gets pushed
slowly into me.
"Oh babe I fuckin love your ass!" He's
pushing my legs apart and now he's got both of his legs between
mine as he drives his cock into my ass. I can feel his chest
hair against my back and the muscles in his torso working as
he begins to fuck me.
Joel is fucking me slowly, deliberately,
and talking softly to me all the time he's fucking me. His voice
is throaty, deep, as he tells me how much he loves me and what
a great fuck I am and how much he loves fucking me. I'm barely
capable of speech, his cock in my ass is on the borderline between
pain and ecstasy and all that I can do is make little animal
sounds while I roll my head back and forth. Actually I came
a couple of minutes ago but I didn't tell Joel because for one
thing I could barely talk and for another I didn't want this
to end. And anyway I'll cum again before it's over.
Joel's hands are on either side of my
head, the muscles in his arms like steel and I hold onto his
forearms as I start to fuck back against him.
"Oh fuck Stephen! God I love fucking you!"
Then he's licking the back of my neck and biting it.
"Oh man!" I twist my head and he bends
down and we kiss. "I can feel your balls slapping against me.
Geez you've got big balls." I drop my head to the mattress and
give in to the sensations. I know that I'm moaning but it's
not really words. I'm just feeling that big cock pushing open
the walls of my asshole and going deep into me, making me sooooo
Suddenly he stops fucking and then slowly
pulls out of me while he's rolling me over onto my back. The
cum from my earlier orgasm has now spread everywhere and I'll
have to wash the sheets before we leave this afternoon. Joel
puts my feet on his chest and then positions his cock, stopping
for a second he looks down at me and grins, then slowly enters
me stretching me again. From his waist Joel's upper body flairs
out in a v with powerful chest and shoulders, he turns his head
and kisses my ankle, my hands are holding onto his knees. There's
a tingling that begins I suppose at my prostate and runs up
to the head of my cock and I know that I could cum again any
time. I close my eyes because if I watch him I know that I will
cum. That wild black hair, the powerful hands on my legs, those
muscles bunching and releasing. Then I think for an instant
about his cock being inside of me.
"Oh God Joel! Oh fuck I'm cumming!" I
feel my ass clamp down like a vise on his cock, much harder
than I would have thought possible. When I look up at Joel he's
face is contorted.
"Fuck Stephen! Oh shit I'm cumming!" He
pushes my knees to my chest and leans forward while he's cumming
and kisses me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth, his hands
on the sides of my face, breathing into my mouth. I can feel
the pulses of his cock as he cums in my ass and I want to scream
with the joy of it.
"Oh fuck that was wonderful! God you were
great babe!" He's panting like a racehorse his breath hitting
my face as he speaks. I pull him down for another kiss his sweat
is dripping off of his face and landing on mine. I pull him
down again and lick the sweat off of his chin. He tastes good,
salty, clean and very Joel. He laughs and licks my face in turn,
where his sweat has fallen.
Joel is still holding my legs in his hands
with my feet up high on his chest. He looks down as he very
slowly pulls his softening cock out of my ass.
He grins at me again. "God were gonna
have a fucking lot of cum on these sheets." He lowers my legs
to the bed on either side of him.
I reach up and grab his arms and pull
him over on top of me. He falls hard but stops himself so that
he's just above me, his face an inch from mine. I run my hands
through his hair. His legs are between mine his now soft cock
pressed to mine. He feels hot, steamy hot and wet with sweat.
"I love to watch you fuck me. You're really
beautiful, like a beautiful animal. I mean, well I don't mean
that you're an animal but the beauty is the same." I smile at
him. "Like a horse is beautiful or a big wild cat."
He buries his face in my neck and goes,
We're both laughing and then suddenly
Joel jumps up and grabbing my hand pulls me up with him. "Shower
"Me sexy?" I'm shaking my head. "You're
the one who's sexy." He's pulling me into the shower.
"Stephen, you cum when I kiss you, you
cum when you smell my shirt! Now that's fucking sexy!" He pushes
me under the shower spray and then begins to shampoo my hair.
God it's so fucking erotic having someone shampoo your hair.
My back is against Joel's chest and he's lathering me up.
He says. "Close your eyes." And he washes
my face and then directs the shower so that I rinse off. Joel
holds my arms up one at a time and lathers them. I can feel
myself getting hard as he turns me toward the tile wall. Joel's
lathering my back and the feeling of his hands on me is a turn
on. He washes my ass and gently slips a soapy finger inside
of me, I press back against him. Boyfriend or not I feel like
I'm slipping into slut territory and I can feel his hard cock
brushing my thigh. Joel twists his finger around until he's
pressing down on my prostate. He's kissing the back of my neck.
"Grab the wall babe." I put my hands against
the tile and push my butt backwards.
"Damn if an ass was ever meant to be fucked
it's yours hun." Joel places his cock at my hole and gently
presses in. My ass is being stretched and my legs are beginning
to shake, Joel's arm is around my waist.
"Oh God Joel! Oh wow! Geez you slide right
"Yeah babe, you're still loose from the
last one." Joel was fucking me so fast I could barely keep my
balance. I was falling against Joel and in the end he was holding
me up almost completely and fucking me at the same time. I never
touched my cock because I was trying too hard to find something
solid to hang onto but with the movement caused by Joel fucking
me my cock was bouncing all the way down and then slapping back
up against my stomach. Just as Joel started to loose his balance
and we were sliding down the tile wall, I started cumming. Joel
and I were both laughing and he was still fucking and then he
pulled his cock out of me and jerked off on both of us.
Joel was leaning naked against the kitchen
counter drinking his morning coffee. He pulled me gently to
him and kissed me quickly on the lips and then with his arm
around me, nuzzled my neck.
I had leaned my forehead on his chest
and then looked up at him in surprise. "Why thank you?"
"For this morning. But more importantly
because you love me." He tilted his head and gave me an odd
look. "Don't stop, loving me that is."
I put my free hand around his shoulder.
"I'll never stop. Why would I?"
Joel glanced at the floor and shifted
his weight. "Because.....you're like this perfect guy." He glanced
away from me and then back. "I don't know. Maybe it's just this
fear that something is too good so something is gonna screw
it up." He pushed away from the counter and pulled me with him
into the living room and on to the sofa. I was lying totally
on top of him, our crotches pressed together, the top of my
head just by his chin. Joel was stroking my hair.
"There's something we have to decide about,
or, well, at least think about. I haven't told you everything."
I started to get up to look at him but he held me in place.
Then suddenly he rolled to the side, taking
me with him. Now we were looking at each other our faces practically
pushed together. "Really I didn't mean to withhold anything
and if you don't want me to do it I won't." He sat up and rubbed
my arm while he looked down at me. "But the whole television
thing, well the thing is that I hate it. Well hate is maybe
too strong a word. It's just that I've been offered a job teaching,
Associate Professor, and I think that that's what I want to
do." Joel was studying my eyes. "So would you be disappointed
if your boyfriend wasn't in television. And, well actually,
I might still do a few spots, but basically I would be out."
I smiled then sat up and wrapped my arms
around my knees. "Joel, I never cared about the television thing.
I mean it was unusual to know someone who was actually on television
but it didn't affect the way that I felt about you. Where would
"I think Northwestern is gonna offer me
the job, at least they've been sounding like it. I got my master's
there and I still have a lot of friends there." Joel looked
around then said. "Grab your coffee let's drink it on the patio."
"Lemme get some shorts on."
"You're fine, nobody can see anything."
He smiled. "Besides, I like looking at you naked."
We walked naked together out onto the
patio, Joel sat on one of the chaise lounges and pulled me down
onto it with him. He turned in the chaise and placed his left
hand along the right side of my face. "You're like a miracle
to me." He kissed me slowly. "A fucking miracle."
I snuggled in deeper to his body. "Well
if you're gonna teach in Evanston are we gonna move? I mean
it would be a lousy commute."
Joel wrapped his arm around my shoulder
and lightly rubbed my chest. "I've been thinking about it, about
maybe buying a house near the university." He nuzzled my head.
"How would you feel about living in Evanston? We'd have our
own house and we could decorate it any way we wanted." He licked
my ear and it was like an electric shock.
"Well, it'd be cool that it'd be our house
not just yours or mine but ours." I intertwined my fingers in
Joel's. "I could probably even get a job out there." I sat up
and turned to look directly at Joel. "But what about those college
kids. I don't want some horny college guy messing with the professor."
"Sweetheart you've got nothing to worry
about." He pulls me back down and nuzzles my neck. "I'm really
good at being faithful. When I'm in love. Like now."
Joel's balls have rolled off to one side
and here in the daylight they look so huge. I reach down and
very gently gather them into my hand. I can see Joel watching
me out of the corner of my eye. I turn and smile at him. "Do
ya mind? I love your balls."
Joel raises his hand and rubs my cheek
with the back of his knuckles. He speaks very softly. "I don't
mind. In a way they belong to you."
If you were to see Joel dressed in jeans
and without a shirt you'd think that a guy with a body like
that would probably be an athlete. If you just heard him reporting
on television or interviewing someone you'd think, smart, educated,
erudite guy. But then if you could see him too it's like there's
something a bit at odds with itself, you don't expect to find
these qualities in one person. He's like this big affectionate
teddy bear with fantastic looks, muscles to die for and a brain
like the proverbial steel trap.
Joel is rubbing my back and smiling at
me. "I guess we better start cleaning the place up. I hate leaving,
this is like my sanctuary."
"I hate leaving too. This was a special
couple of days."
"It sure was babe. The best days of my
I had never cleaned a house naked before.
It was kinda strange watching Joel because he seemed to have
no inhibitions about being naked. I watched him walk outside
to get the grill and put it away and at that particular moment
a boat went by on the river. It sounded its horn a couple of
times and Joel looked up and saw a few people in the back of
the boat waving to him and he just waved back like it didn't
mean anything. I would have gone running for the house.
At about four o'clock we finally locked
the door and climbed into the car for the drive back to the
city. Ninety minutes later we pulled into a restaurant just
outside of the city to get some dinner. When we're driving,
Joel and I, I kinda go into a trance just looking at him as
he drives and talks. The muscles in his face, the ways his eyes
flash when he's talking about something that he feels strongly
about, the power in his jean covered legs, leading up to that
I'm becoming a total slut! No, not for
just anybody, but I'm getting to the point where I get a hardon
when Joel just walks into the room. Sitting at my desk during
the day I'm remembering what his hairy chest against my back
feels like and then the precum starts running and I spend ten
minutes in the john trying to get that to stop. When we're in
the car there's also the heat coming off of his body and the
smell of him, this wonderful mixture of soap and him, that goes
to my brain like an incoming missile.
Joel is looking at me over the table in
the restaurant, the waitress has just put coffee in front of
us. "Stephen. Stephen." He touches my hand. "You okay babe?"
I start to blush.
"Oh yeah, yeah! God Joel, I guess I was
vegin." The top buttons of his shirt are open and I can see
his chest hair. "I'm fine now. It'll be good to get home."
Joel looks a little perplexed. "Didn't
you like the country babe?"
"Oh no! That's not it. I loved the country."
I look down at the table top and then back up into those eyes.
"I love you. And what we spent most of our time doing."
Joel flashed me a lopsided grin that could
have melted steel. "I love you too babe. And we're gonna spend
a lot more time doin just that.
"Geez Joel, I've never been this...........needy
before." I took a sip of my coffee and glanced up at him, touching
my forehead with my thumb and index finger. "I'd be in your
lap right now if I could." I look down. "How did this happen
"You fell in love." His voice was a deep,
lush, velvet. "With me."
I look up into those warm eyes. "God,
did I fucking ever!" I shake my head slowly. "You have no idea."
I lift my hands and then drop them back into my lap. "You're
my whole fucking world. Everything I do, all day long, I'm thinking
about you." I hold up my hand. "Don't even ask what the fuck
Joel leans back in the booth and gives
me a cocky look. "So you really are......like, mine!"
I laugh and sit forward with my elbows
on the table. "Oh don't look so frigging self-satisfied!" Then
softly. "But yeah, I am like yours...........so totally yours."
Joel quickly sat forward and touched my
hand. "Stephen, it's two ways. I mean it's not just you belonging
to me, it's me belonging to you too." He looks so earnest and
somehow at the same time so incredibly sexy.
I hook my little finger in his. "I'll
be glad when we're home." I duck my head. "For one thing I need
you...........again. And for another.........I just wanna be
with you." I look up into those eyes. "I want us to be together..........like
normally............not just sex but I wanna spend time, in
our home, with my lover."
"Babe that's exactly what were gonna do."