by Caldon Mull
“Well, Andy. I’ve been well.” he grinned sheepishly “Sorry, I don’t get many visitors and this is a huge surprise.” He was wearing a light wool turtleneck and soft cotton shorts. It looked like he had pulled them on in a hurry. The tag on his sweater was inside out. I grinned and pointed.
“You got it on backwards, buddy.” I pointed to it.
“What? Oh, heh!” he felt the tag. “Well, sod it, I don’t wear much anyways around home. Comfort Zone aircon, life saver. I’m not fussed if you ain’t.” He spun around “I’ll get you a towel and a robe and put on some coffee, how’s that sound.”
“You, sir, are an officer and a gentleman. Thank you, that will be good.”
“The bathroom is down the passage to the left. Grab any of the Robes, I know they’ll fit. I’ll get the joe brewing.”
I stripped off quickly and left my wet clothes draped over the bath, kicked off my boots and pulled on one of the robes from the wardrobe in the room. Nice, thick cotton. The robe would have been perfect in a five star hotel. I draped a towel over my head and followed the smell of coffee to its source. Will was watching the gurgling machine and bobbed his head up as I entered, smiled again.
“Knew they’d fit.” He grinned at me.
“Robes don’t have a real size.” I smiled back and dabbed at my hair.
“I mean it fits real well.” His eyes twinkled mischievously. “Here.” he handed over a mug, placing the pot back on the warmer, sipped his. “So what brings you up here? Bored, need a new car, will travel...?”
“Hell no.” I laughed “More like needing diesel, getting laughed at...”
“Now you really perked my curiosity. Who laughed at you?” Will quirked an eyebrow.
“Awww, don’t make me tell, I’ve already felt embarrassed enough already.” I protested. “Don’t keep me in suspense.” Will moved up and gently but firmly grasped my elbow and steered me through another passage to a living room. “C’mon, spill it...” He dropped down into a mesh chair that was more mesh than chair, kind of a mini-hammock and stretched out. I sat down on a huge cushion opposite him and told him briefly about Pop’s reaction in the Trucker Lounge in Local Town.
“Poster Boy? Naked pictures?” He smiled, a flash of even white teeth. “There’s more?”
“Aww...” I groaned “Now I gotta tell you that one as well...” I rolled my eyes and give a quick -but censored- version of the whole photo shoot and the resultant pictures. He chuckled easily halfway through and his amusement rose to a real belly laugh by the time I had finished. “Heh,” he wiped his eyes “we got three kinds of poster boys up here, we got ‘Jimmy
Marine’ who’kicks aaaass fer a livin’ and then we got ‘Johnny Appleseed’ who ‘jus gotta plant my seed a’fore the deep snow blows in’ and ‘Billy-Bob Redneck’ who lives in the ‘hiiiigh heels above’m valley slickas’ . I guess you’re the sort of Poster Boy we need more of around here, ‘nekkid’ or not.”
It was my turn to belly-laugh. He had got the accents right down pat. If you closed your eyes, it was like there was three different people in the same room. When my chuckling stopped, I noticed he was staring at me steadily over the brim of his mug, with his deep blue eyes. Briefly I felt uncomfortable and turned my head, but felt his gaze on my profile, on my braided hair.
“So how much did you bring me?” He sipped at the coffee, his cupid’s bow lips creasing as he gulped.
“About eight or nine. I didn’t count.” I returned his gaze, watched his pupils dilate slowly. “I’m sure I can accommodate you. It will be a pleasure.” The side of his mouth twitched into a smug smile. I was positive he was also talking about the diesel and jerry-cans. I leaned back slowly, watched the robe pull open over my chest, exposing my nipples to him. The thick fabric of the cushion prickled at my hamstrings and the crease of my buttocks.
“I’ll happily compensate you. I don’t want you to feel obligated.” I drained the cup and placed it on the edge of the rosewood coffee table.
“Think nothing of it. A favour for a favour, we’ll work it out.” Will smiled slowly and put his cup down. He leaned over and grabbed a small wooden box, placed it on his lap. “Honestly, it’s not an issue at all.” He opened the box and started rolling a spiff, breaking my gaze and stared at his moving fingers, concentration lines creased his smooth forehead. “What you think, like the view?”
“It’s great.” I smiled, slightly relieved at escaping the intensity of his stare. “Wanna join me?” He murmured softly.
“In awhile, you bet.” I looked around at his apartment in the stillness that followed.
Whatever the Deckers’ had, it was plenty. Everything Will had was high quality and expensive. It seemed, though, that he chose carefully and properly to fit out his apartment with the things he needed, when he could clutter the room with many, many things. The whole place was spartan, everything filled a need, and every need was tastefully met. It told me a lot about Will himself.
He wasn’t into bragging, and when he was home... the home was Will. When he was out, it was just another apartment.
Will toked the joint with a zippo and inhaled briefly. Balancing the joint on the edge of a stone ashtray, he tugged off his inside-out sweater, tossed it on the floor and lounged back, his six- pack rippling with his movement. The shorts bunched in his lap and I could see the head of his cock outlined against the fabric, pushing slowly along the material as it twisted around trying to get free.
“Shotgun.” I said simply as I patted my braid with his towel. He grinned and uncoiled from his rest, padding over to the cushion. The front of his shorts writhed as he moved. Definite wood starting with him, I looked up at him as he knelt next to me and moved his mouth over mine. As he exhaled the sweet smoke, I inhaled, our lips sliding over each other.
“Hmmm.” he groaned as I sucked. I held my breath while his lips pressed to mine, then slowly breathed out through my nostrils. My tongue could feel his resting on the top of his bottom teeth, waiting. I touched the tip of it with mine, the invitation he’d been seeking. He moved his lips, started kissing me, while I thrust my tongue into his hungry mouth. A few minutes later, he broke away, took another hit on the roach, flipped it around and pressed it to my mouth. I took another hit and then leaned back on my right elbow. He stood up, shorts tented drastically and straddled my hips. Wiggling his narrow hips, he pressed his knees above my hip- bones and slowly lowered himself onto my lap, sighing as he felt the length of my cock running under his balls, thickening.
“Let your hair down.” He muttered hoarsely as he stubbed out the butt in an ashtray on the table next to my empty cup. I did as he asked, the braids tumbled out over my shoulders, falling on the floor. His right hand found mine and gently took the towel from me as he ran the fingers of his free hand through the inside of the thick tangle, dabbing the outside. The knuckles of his right hand ran slowly over my ear. I groaned softly.
“Yeah, that’s it. Gently now, slowly.” He breathed, his blowtorch gaze ate up my torso, lingering on the silky stubble on my chest and belly. His hand cupped the back of my neck and tugged until I lay back on the cushion, prone. His muscular V-shaped torso loomed large in my vision as he proceeded to finger comb my hair with one hand and dab it dry with the other. I flicked a tongue out and licked at his chest as he worked, and he giggled when I took a hard suction on his right man-tit.
My cock was throbbing, from root to tip as it ground against his pubic bone and nudged between his flexing buttocks. I could feel dampness as the sweat from his broad back runnel down between his hard butt cheeks, coiled through his crack and drip on the middle of my dick, where the robe had folded open.
I lay back passive as he stroked my jaw and throat while dabbing at the crown of hair he had spread from my skull over the cushion.
“There.” He announced simply, tossing the towel down. He sat up, hand tugging the slip- knot on the robes sash loose. He stood, and my cock sprang to slap against my belly as the robe sagged open.
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p; “That Robes fits real well, I said so.” He whispered as he stared down at me. His cock struggled against his shorts, damp stain spreading against the cotton. He tugged the cord and stepped out of it. He looked beautiful to me, tall, perfectly proportioned. Narrow hips, hour-glass waist and a packed rippling chest. Thin trimmed, silky pubes dusted his loins, and dabbed his pectorals in a thin line from tit to tit. His aureole were almost non-existent, and pale-rose bean- sized nipples rode at the end of his thick, square, wedge-shaped chest muscles.
His thick, flared and square cock-head pressed against his cut groin, leaving a slime track just under his navel, his cock-eye drooling… Spongy, thick blue veins rode on his cock-stalk stretching the pale skin and giving his dick a pneumatic, throbbing look. I could feel my own cock punch through my foreskin, obliterating my sheath as it throbbed and ached for him while I devoured his body with my eyes. He leant over and grabbed a tube from behind his chair, and as I watched, he squeezed some clear gel into his hand and reached behind him and I heard the sticky squelching of him lubing his ass. I groaned, my hand reaching down to squeeze my throbbing fuck-tube.
“No. Andy, don’t move... “He whispered “Just a few more minutes... I gotta feel like I’m in control. Please...I gotta make this step on my own.”
“‘Kay.” I smiled at him, encouragingly. I moved my hand away and relaxed, watching him. His head tilted back and he closed his eyes while his hand slipped up and down his crack. As his hips pumped back and forward, I could see his finger pressed against his anal bud, then slip in to the second knuckle. He let out a groan of such need, such desperation, I almost creamed just watching and hearing him lube. The veins in his thick neck stood out, corded sinew in his thighs taut, thick blue pulsing artery layered over his cut groin, as he strained to train his body to follow through with what his mind envisioned.
His fat cock-eye gaped like a fish mouth, open and shut as his long fingers pressed and twirled in his ass. A dark shadow of stubble on his upper lip highlighted his pale skin and wet, red lips. I started to shiver with the anticipation of pleasuring this god-like man.
“There.” He stopped and slid his hands over his groin to grip his slimy cock and squeeze his balls. “If I wasn’t this horny, I might have chickened out. Now, I’m ready for anything you want to do, Andy. Thank you for waiting.”
“I’m here.” I groaned urgently.
He kneeled over my thighs, his body coiling like a cat and took my dick into his mouth. His tongue ran over the rind of skin stretched tight around my bulging shaft, I start to groan and huff. It had been awhile since I let myself go and make as much noise as I wanted. Alone, uninhibited, I realized I was going to bellow my way through the rest of this morning. Will gagged suddenly, and I stroked his hair in encouragement.
“C’mere.” I groaned, grabbing his hips and swinging his ass around onto my face. Grabbing his hard, square-shaped butt cheeks I spread them roughly with my thumbs and plunged my mouth into his lubed crack. His groan started to reverberate through my cock and rose in pitch, he lost the plot and bucked his hips against my face, face rubbing against the top of my thigh.
His blue-steel hardness jutted against the hollow at the base of my throat. His neat sack and large balls squashed against the inside of his thighs, pressed there by my chin. I hooked my thumbs into his ass-ring and pumped it wider as I stabbed at his gut with my tongue.
As his knees trembled against the bottom of my rib-cage, I lapped at the pools of sweat trapped in the small triangular hollow between his groin tendons and his hamstrings. I watched the hard flat plane of his lower back writhe as his bunched buttocks clenched and unclenched under my palms. He was really getting into this. I smiled to myself.
“Ungh... Andy, I’m so close...” He whispered raggedly.
“Good, you’re ready.” I muttered hoarsely. I slowly pushed his hips down my torso, his cock leaving a snail-trial down the hollows of my corded abdominal muscles until his ass was positioned above my slick tube-steak. Still hooking him open with my thumbs I impaled his virgin ass with my flaming head. He shuddered as I lowered him onto me, letting out a long, deep, slow groan.
“God. You’re tight.” I hissed out my breath as the sensation of squeezing into him, progressively hotter, tighter and wetter until three quarters of me were gripped by his gut.
“Ah, Andy... I’ve never felt this...” Will panted, his body undulating slowly around and above my meat-spike.
“You doing so good, Will. So hot, so tight... oh...” I growled. I slowly pressed my butt into the cushion, sliding him up my length, gripping his hips reversed direction, pushed back.
“C’mon, face me.” I ordered as I slipped out, and sat up. He faced me, and slowly re-seated my aching cock into his ass. His cock slapped against his belly and he balanced on hands and feet as I balanced him by his hips. “Work it for me, Will. Fuck my cock with your ass!” I groaned, “Gngh, Ah... Ride me! Fuck the come outta me!” I demanded hoarsely.
Will complied eagerly. His hard, flat abdomen clenched and bucked as he slammed his hot ass onto my fuck-steak. I could feel his ass-ring gripping up and down my length, milking my hard on for its load. His body dripped with sweat, and moved from quick, regular and deep strokes, to faster and more erratic ones. The sounds of our joined bodies squelching with our mingled juices, my growls, his groans and panting built me up to a crescendo.
“I’m close...” I warned, hanging by a thread.
“Me, too...” Will opened his eyes and stared at me, stopping all movement, balanced on his hands and feet, my cock just inside him, a stroke away. He licked his lips and plunged down on me, rabbit-punching my cock with his insides. Ten, fifteen, twenty quick flexes of his hips and I blew my load on a massive down stroke, buried all the way inside him. I roared and dug my fingers into his flesh while I poured lava-hot ropes of my cum into him.
“Oh... my... g...” Will’s eyes widened with surprise, I could feel his whole body shuddering around my pulsing cock. His head flipped back, all the muscles in his body tightened, his abs bunching and clenching as cherry-sized drops of thick ivory cream erupted from his angry, stubby pork sword and splattered his chest and mine. His ass-ring gripped me back, almost painfully in mid-pump and our bodies shuddered in mutual orgasm so powerful I though his spine would crack. I grabbed him and supported his head, crushed his chest to mine as we rode out this huge come we had made, together.
We went limp, collapsing back onto the cushion and greying out. The hot syrup of his chunky come had started to liquefy when I came back to myself, still buried inside him. I prized myself off while he lay semi-conscious and lapped at some of his spicy fluid, licking his chest and ripped abs.
“Oh man, Andy.” Will said groggily “That was incredible.”
“So are you, man.” I kissed him slow, his taste mingling in our mouths.
“What now, Andy?” Will’s eyes dragged shut, his breathing calmed to normal.
“Well, you probably gonna want to run somewhere.” I wormed my arm under his broad shoulders and hugged him close. “When your mind catches up and you start wondering if you made a huge mistake, doin’ this... with me.”
“Hmmm, I hope not.” he whispered sleepily “It was worth it.”
“Yeah.” I kissed his face, grinned, my lips caressing his damp skin. ”It was. You n’ me, right now, is all that matters in the world. How we gonna be when the world catches up with us is where all the fuck-ups start to happen.”
“I’ll try and ‘member that.” his voice slowly faded off, his breathing slowed to a deep and regular rhythm. His body dragged mine to the same place, I drifted off with him.
I surfaced to the feel of someone lightly touching my face. I opened my eyes to see Will watching me, his long fingers caressing my cheeks and lips.
“Hi.” he smiled.
“Hey.” I smiled back. “How y’r feeling?”
“Good.” his perfect lips quirked “My ass is stretched back, it itches deep inside. My body feels like it jus
t run a hundred yards at full-tilt. I’m leaking your jizz down the inside of my thighs and I feel sticky and completely wrung out. I feel surprisingly good.”
“See now, this is the world catching up to you.” I propped up on an elbow, facing him. “You wanna punch me, or sumthin’ ... make you feel better?”
“Nah,” he chortled, throwing his head back “I’m good with this.” He propped himself up, mirrored my stance. His free hand reached out, hovered away from my chest, then completed the move and ran lightly over my pectorals, glided over a nipple and rubbed my collar bones lightly.
“You can do me, if you want. Even the score, no harm, no foul.” I suggested hopefully.
“Sorry, buddy. Juniors all tucked up and sleepin’ happily.” He fondled his cock idly “I thought ‘bout it fer awhile, but I guess not.”
“Damn, you gonna have ta owe me one, then.” I yawned, stretched.
“See, ‘bout that...” Will licked his lips “Uhh, will there be another time. Or... is this just the end of it?”
“Hmm. I see where you goin’ with this.” I smoothed a hank of hair out of my eyes, looked into his. “The way I figured, you didn’t make a mistake, I’m good for this. The how’s and why of this is what I’m trying to figure.”
“Yeah, me too.” The haunted look in his eyes faded. “My life is ... complicated.”
“You’re not alone, brother.” I smiled. “See, we might be on the same team with this... but we play for different ones.”
“Oh Man!” Will sighed. “I forgot ‘bout that.”
“Let’s make a deal.” I nibbled my lips while he watched me “On the field, we play our best and give it our all. When we alone, we play our best and’ give it our all. All the bits in between we just get on with it.”
“Sounds good. Nice and simple.” He nodded. “When the game plan changes, we deal with that too. If you try and make too many complicated strategies, things fuck up.”