"Thanks guys." Joel handed each of the movers a twenty dollar bill as they left the house.

Joel turned to me. "Well, the furniture is all in place." He was wearing a red plaid flannel shirt over his levi's and smiling a satisfied smile. The top four buttons were open and his black chest hair was showing, the sleeves were rolled up. All during the time we were moving into our new house I had been watching Joel, the way his muscles moved when he lifted boxes, the way his hair fell over his forehead, the way that he looked at me when he didn't think anyone was looking. He pried one shoe off with the toe of the other and then pushed off the first one. He leaned against a stack of boxes and looked at me.

"Comere Stephen." Joel smiled and held out his hand.

I walked into his arms. He turned my back to his chest and wrapped his arms around my chest. "You hangin in there babe? You're kinda quiet." We both had been up since four o'clock this morning making sure that everything got loaded onto the van properly and that nothing was forgotten. I leaned my head back against Joel's chest.

I leaned my full weight against him but it didn't budge him. "Are you ever afraid Joel?"

"Of what hun?"

"Well, like the new job. You've never taught before and now you're supposed to be a professor." I bent my head and kissed the top of his hand where it held my chest. I could feel the heat of his body through the shirt and smell the slightly sweaty smell of his body. God, that faint smell, a slightly electric smell, next to Joel kissing me, nothing goes right to my cock like that smell.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and kissed me and then pressed his face to the side of my head. "Nope, at least I don't think so, well not in the sense that I'm really afraid, just anxious that every thing go well." He rocked me gently in his arms. "I'm concerned that I put things in the most understandable way, that it'll all make sense and anyway, it's not that different from standing in front of a television camera. God you feel so good!"

"I don't think that I could stand up in front of a class. It'd freak me out." I dropped my head as Joel began kissing the back of my neck. "Oh fuck! Babe if you keep that up we're never gonna get unpacked."

Joel laughed. "We've got three days to unpack." He was rubbing my butt with his right hand, his left arm was still around me.

I started walking into the living room pulling Joel behind me. I laid down on the sofa and Joel followed me, kneeling with his right knee on the sofa and then as he lower himself, putting his right arm under my neck and gently lowering his left leg over me. The feeling of his weight on me was comforting, like I was being held safe. He was looking into my eyes with a quizzical look on his face. He lightly ran his fingers over my face.

"The move hasn't weirded you out or anything, has it hun?" His black hair was slowly dropping down over his forehead. "Cause this mess will all get straightened out, we'll have some painting done, you'll see, we'll make the place ours." He moves his left leg a little higher until it's making gentle contact with my balls.

"No, the move is fine and now, thankfully, over." I reached up and gently pushed Joel's hair out of his eyes while I looked up into them. "You know that your voice thrills me. You've got the sexiest fucking voice!" I smiled up at him. "The sound of your voice goes right to the center of me, it's like someone plugged my spinal cord into an electrical outlet."

Joel smiled at me incredulously. "My voice? My voice does that?"

"Yep. You're going to have a bunch of horny students." I smiled at him and kissed his nose. "If I was in your class I wouldn't take my eyes off of your crotch.

In a deep, quiet voice Joel said. "Well, I'll just have to make it clear that I'm a married man. And that the guy that I'm married to is the sexiest guy on the planet." Joel rolled over so that he was lying between my legs with his thighs pushing mine up as his crotch pressed to mine. He's so gentle! I can feel the muscles in his legs and back, the strength in them but when he touches me it always with such tenderness.

Joel holds my face in his hands, his fingers behind my head and his thumbs on my face and kisses me, very slowly and deeply. Then, while he's nuzzling my neck, he reaches down and undoes the zipper on my pants and then slowly pulls my pants and underwear down and then off. He sits up and opens his jeans and pulls his cock out. I reach forward and wrap my hand around his cock, it feels warm and hard and huge. He pushes my legs back up, I'm completely exposed to him and I can feel the head of his dick at my asshole. He lubes me with spit and steadily enters me. I'm always amazed that I can get that cock in me and for the first few inches I usually wonder how the hell is this gonna happen? It hurts like hell until he gets about a third of the way in where he stops to give me time to get used to it but I love it, even the pain, because I know what it leads to.

He's wanted to fuck me all day, all the time we were helping to load the truck, carrying boxes and moving furniture, when no one was looking his hand would slip to my ass, to squeeze and press. And god, how I've wanted him! We've been a couple for four months now and, geez, I can't imagine how many times he's fucked me. He fucked me in his condo and my condo, in my car and his car, in his office and my office, in the museum and the Art Institute and that's not even to mention his cabin. The thing is, I just need him more! When I'm at work and my mind wanders to his cock, to his cock coming into me, well, I could shoot right then. I have to force him out of my mind, the way his hairy chest feels against my cheek, the weight of his balls, the muscles in his butt as he's fucking me.

I keep extra underwear in my desk. My secretary saw it and I told her that I bought them and keep forgetting to take them home but actually I shot off once while I was sitting at my desk thinking about Joel fucking me and now I want to be prepared. Weird huh? I feel like some wanton slut but I really only crave Joel, it's not like I'm after every guy around.

His cock is moving into me and he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me up almost straddling his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands are on my thighs holding me up, my arms are around his neck, his tongue is in my mouth. I'm very happy.

Joel's hips are thrusting slowly upward driving his cock deep into me, he's kissing me and making quiet animal sounds in the back of his throat.

I press my face next to his. "Oh fuck I need you!"

He starts kissing the side of my neck. "Feel good babe?" Oh if he only knew. That cock feels like it's going halfway to my lungs and while I can't actually see them I imagine his big balls swinging back and forth. Bull balls, huge balls that dominate, possess. "Baby your ass is soooo fucking hot!"

My mouth is pressed to Joel's. "Unh.......unh, oh god yeah!" He's lowering my back down to the sofa and as he does that his cock is pressing harder against my prostate. The feeling in my ass is just on the border between pleasure and pain. Joel's cock is really thick and we didn't use any lube other than spit. "Oh fuck Joel! Oh babe!" Now that we've changed positions I can feel his balls hitting my ass just after his cock hits bottom. My legs are locked around his waist so tightly that I'm surprised it doesn't hurt him. A drop of sweat falls from his forehead and lands on my balls.

"Oh god I need to cum Joel! Fuck me babe! God you feel good in me!" Joel's legs are pushing the cushions off of the sofa as he digs for traction. He bends down and shoves his tongue in my mouth and as soon as he does I know that it's all over. I'm screaming in his mouth as I start shooting between our bodies. He shakes his head to get the sweat off and then he's shooting in my ass. Three long strokes and then he holds the last one deep inside of me, shooting his sperm deep in my body.

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I'm in the kitchen unpacking and putting away silverware and plates and stuff when Joel comes up behind me and kisses me on the back of the neck and growls. He wraps his arms around me and says. "Whatdya want to do about dinner? Pizza, Chinese, Thai, or do you wanna go out to like a sit down restaurant? There's some good ones around here."

"Well, I dunno, I guess that I'd rather spend the time finishing some of this unpacking, so how about Chinese? I can run and get it if you want."

He turns me around and kisses me. "Nope, I want you to stay right here and think about how much you love me." He smiles. "I'll get it babe. I'm more familiar with the neighborhood. I see that you found the plates and stuff."

"Yep we won't have to eat with our fingers." Joel's has his leather jacket on and is just wrapping a red plaid muffler around his neck. He's wearing black Levi's and his butt and packed crotch look hotter than hell.

In thirty minutes Joel is back stomping his feet in the entry way by the garage to get the snow off of his shoes. The smell of Chinese food is preceding him buy fifteen feet.

"Fuck Babe, it is unbelievably cold out there!" Joel sets the food on the table and presses his icecold hands to my face. I duck away from him and he takes off his coat and knocks his shoes off.

For the next forty-five minutes Joel and I eat and talk about our day. At the end of the meal Joel is standing at the sink washing dishes while I'm still putting away glasses that I'm unpacking. As Joel is standing at the sink I notice that he transfers his weight to one leg and I watch as the muscles in his ass shift. From his adorable butt his body flairs out to powerful shoulders that are topped with a strong neck and a head with black hair that's cut not long but not short either. He finishes washing the few dishes we've dirtied and then turns looking for me.

"I'm just finishing this box Joel, then I'm calling it a night. There's not much left to do in here anyway."

"Okay babe, I'll taking a quick shower and then I've got some work I've gotta get done on the computer."

I looked at Joel. "When I'm done here I'll bring you some coffee."

Joel came over and pulled my head to his chest. "Tomorrow we're taking some time out for us. Maybe buy those tables for the living room you want."

A half hour later I walk into the den with Joel's coffee. He was sitting at the computer typing, naked, wearing only earphones and listening to music on the computer while he typed.

"Hun, aren't you cold?"

"Huh?" He lifts the earphone. "Me? Oh no babe, I'm fine. Thanks for the coffee." He was working on a lecture for school and was totally absorbed.

I walked into the family room and turned on the TV. The door between the den and the family room was open so I kept the sound down low so that I didn't disturb Joel but I also sat so that I could turn from time to time and see him, even though we was facing the other way, it made me feel good.

When I glanced over at him twenty minutes later Joel was moving to whatever music he was listening to and then got up, still naked and pretending to quick draw a couple of six shooters from imaginary holsters and blast away at the computer. Then he pulled the earphones off and turned around, when he saw me watching him he laughed and danced towards me still pretending to be shooting the six guns in the air, his big cock flopping back and forth, his natural athleticism obvious in his dancing.

I was laughing at him and the more I did the more outrageously he danced. "Baby you are fucking nuts!"

He danced over to the sofa and started tickling me and ended up by climbing on top of me. As he lowered himself down on top of me the first part of him to touch me were his balls, then the rest of him settled down against me. Actually he was carrying most of his weight on his elbows. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You're a pretty good dancer. You don't always dance naked do ya?"

He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "Only when I'm trying to impress a hot guy."

He climbed behind me on the sofa, wrapped his arms around me and snuggled his face next to mine. "Whatcha watchin sweetheart?"

"House and Garden, the station does all kinds a stuff about decorating and I've been trying to get ideas for here." I twisted my head around to face him. "Think that's too gay?"

Joel hunched me a little and kissed my neck, almost as a reflex. "Does it make you happy? I mean, do you like watching it and planning the house and stuff?"

I let my head loll back against his upper arm and stared at the ceiling. "Yeah......I guess it really does. I want the house to be comfortable for us and attractive and nice for any students or colleagues you might bring over." I was rubbing his chest hair with the back of my hand.

"Baby, if it makes you happy that's all I need to hear." He shoved his left knee through my legs and settled in to watch television with me, his left hand resting on my hip. After half and hour or so Joel pulls a part of my shirt out of my pants and shoves his hand under it up against my chest and pulls me back against him a bit. A few minutes later I can tell that he's asleep.

We've both been up since early this morning but Joel is the one who did most of the work, carrying boxes and helping to load the truck. As he's falling asleep he's brought his right arm that's under my head and his left arm that's holding my chest, together, and as comforting as this position is for me, I know that I have to wake him up and get him to bed.

I pull his hand out from under my shirt and roll out from under his other arm. I've turned off the television and now shake him gently.

"Babe. Babe. Joel!" He sits up suddenly and looks around, disoriented.

"What............huh...........you call me hun? Babe?" He swings around and sits regularly on the sofa but he's still mostly asleep. He reaches out and pulls me to him. He's beginning to lean more and more on me as he starts to go back to sleep. I stand up and taking his arms, start pulling him upright. Thankfully he didn't fall completely back asleep or this would take forever but he begins to wake up and walks with me to the bedroom. The only lamp that's lit is the one on my nightstand and when I pull back the covers Joel climbs into bed and is asleep before I even get my clothes off.

He's just lying there, no covers on, totally naked, lying on his stomach, asleep. I marvel, for about the millionth time, how totally confident and at ease with himself Joel is and also how much cold he can take.

I take my clothes off and then go in and wash my face and take a piss before climbing in next to Joel. No sooner am I in the bed than Joel rolls toward me and pulls me back against him. It's not at all sexual, just a human response to the warm body of his lover.

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January mornings in our part of the country are cold, dark and depressing but at least today we didn't have to get up early, or at all if we didn't want to. I'm lying on my stomach and Joel is half lying on top of me, his right leg is between mine and his right arm is over my back. He's kicked the covers down to the end of the bed and the half of me that's covered by him feels warm and wonderful but the other half is freezing. I try to reach down and retrieve the covers but I end up just waking Joel up.

"S'matter babe?" He's just barely awake and his hand stays on my hip while I get the blankets. When I lay back down my back is to his chest and he's spooning me.

I shiver. "I got cold."

Joel is nuzzling the back of my neck and I can feel the stubble of his beard. He's gently thrusting at me every minute or so, his cock is hard and pressed up against my thigh.

His left arm is under my neck and his right hand has moved down to caress my butt, his fingers eventually moving in to play with my butt hole. I respond by pushing back against his hand. Neither of us has spoken about sex this morning. I want to get fucked and Joel knows that I do and he intends to fuck me.

He leans over me and gets a tube of lube out of the nightstand. We used to use a lot of lube but now we've gotten to the point where I don't need as much and I really want to feel the size of Joel's cock inside of me. He daps a bit of the lube on my butt and then, positioning his cock, begins to slowly enter me.

"Ahnn! Fuck babe!" Joel stops for a moment for me to relax. "Damn I love your ass!" Then he kisses the back of my neck. "The rest of you is pretty damn nice too."

"Oh fuck! How big is that cock anyway?" I say. The pain lessens and I push slowly back against Joel. "Okay babe, fuck me!"

Joel starts moving further into me and as he does he's rolling me over onto my stomach and pushing my legs up and further apart. I'm totally spread eagle now and Joel has begun to seriously fuck my ass. His hands are on my shoulders holding me in place but he moves the right one to my mouth and puts the tip of his middle finger at my lips and I immediately begin to suck on it.

I'm shoving my ass up farther into the air to make it easier for Joel to fuck me and also because it just feels so fucking good to have him get even deeper into me. He gets his feet under himself and then moves so that he's squatting over my butt and power fucking into me. I reach back under myself and begin to slow beat off as Joel fucks me. As I reach to hold my nuts I feel Joel's huge balls slamming into my hand.

I could hear Joel's breathing and the sound. "Ah, ah, ah!" Then he yells. "Oh fuck! Fuck I'm cumin babe!" And then he slams his cock all the way into me and holds it while he shoots and when I feel his cock pulsing inside of me I start jerking really hard and soon I'm shooting.

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We're wandering around one of the big local malls, buying some furniture for the new house and getting a few shirts for Joel and basically just relaxing and enjoying each others company. It's really cold out with lots of snow on the ground and it feels really good to get back inside after parking the car.

In Marshall Field's I stop at the jewelry counter and look at watches. Joel comes up behind me and puts his hands on my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at babe?"

I lean my head against his for a second. "Nothing, just checkin out the watches." I would never have been this calm about touching a guy in public before but Joel has taught me to just relax with the whole thing.

"Need a watch hun? Which one do you like?" Joel puts his arms on the counter and is staring down into the display case.

"Nah Joel, my watch is good. Just browsing."

We start walking again and Joel puts his hand on my shoulder and leans into me. "What we really oughta buy you is one of those 2xist thongs." His voice is quiet, his eyes flashing.

I start to blush and look at him. "You gotta be kidding!" I'm shaking my head. "Theirs is no way on earth that I'm gonna hand a thong to a clerk and tell him I wanna buy it."

"Oh come on Stephen! You'd look freakin unbelievable in that thong. I'll buy it for you! You won't even have to go up to the counter." Joel was giving me a horny puppy dog look.

"You really wanna see me in one of those?" I lowered my voice even more. "You can see me naked any time you want."

"Not the same. I wanna see that strap in the back ridin between those beautiful buns of yours." I hadn't noticed it but Joel was steering me toward the men's underwear section. "Look babe, we can get one in white and one in black."

To make things worse, the clerk and one customer are watching us look at the packages of thongs. "Joel, you want me to wear one of these but would you?"

"Fuck yes! Well, maybe not like to work or anything, cause that strap rubbing against your butt hole has gotta be aggravating but I'd wear it around the house. Fuck it! I'm getting em for both of us." He flashed those puppy dog eyes again and squeezed my shoulder. "You'll wear it for me, won't ya babe?"

I stared up into those eyes. "This'll keep ya horny and wantin my butt?"

Joel smiled at me. "Babe I don't need you to wear underwear to keep me horny for you." He squeezed the back of my neck again. "I wanna see if I can pull that strap outta your butt with my teeth."

I laughed. "Sure am glad I'm married to a perv. Okay, if you got the guts to buy em, I'll wear em.