suggests there were non-males with dicks also. The only non-males would be
females. If there were no females with dicks, then your use of 'males' was
implied in your use of 'dicks.'"
"Touche, Carrot," John said. "Touche."
*****
I was surprised that night when John slipped his boxers off and climbed
into bed. It didn't fit his explanation from that morning. I decided to
call him on it.
"Josie, why are you naked tonight? You said you were naked only when you
didn't know I was joining you. You knew I was joining you tonight."
"It is my apartment and my bed. I sleep naked. So, the rule for this bed is
sleep naked. If you want to sleep in your underwear, then you need to go to
your own room to do it."
"So, now I have to get naked, too?" I asked.
"You do," he said, reaching over and grabbing the band of my briefs. "These
have to come off or you have to get out."
I slipped my briefs off, held them up and asked "satisfied?" and dropped
them to the floor. For the first time in my life, I was naked in bed with
another man. We seemed to be drifting, but I had no idea toward what. When
you're adrift, do you ever know where you will land?
"That is better," John said, sliding the pillow between us, and turning his
back to me. "Now, we are even."
We went on like that, sliding into bed each night, slipping out of our
underwear, and sleeping naked next to each other. There was always a pillow
between us. No one got dicked.
The following Saturday morning, we woke around 11. "I need to pee," John
said.
"I'll alert the media," I offered, quoting Hobson from Arthur, one of my
favorite movies.
"Well, Hobson," he said, letting me know he caught the reference. "I am
hard, so avert your eyes."
"I've seen a dick before."
"You have not seen my hard dick before, and you are not going to start
today. Close your eyes."
"No," I played.
"Fine," John said, getting up, grabbing his pillow, and shielding his dick
from me as he walked to the bathroom. He was gone a long time.
As he settled back into bed, I put him on the spot. "That took a long time."
"It is difficult to pee through an erection."
"It is. Especially when you're jacking off."
"I did not jack off," he lied, turning beet red as he did.
"Fret not, little flower," I said. "I jack off almost every morning. If you
wake up with an erection, you may as well put it to use."
"You have not jacked off this week, at least not in here," he observed.
"In the shower. Every morning."
"So, I stand in your cum when I shower?" he asked.
"Only when I shower first," I admitted.
John pulled the pillow from behind his head and slammed it down on me. I
grabbed it, and hit him back. After some tussling, we were face to face,
with only a sheet between us. John smiled at me, and I smiled back. The
moment was overwhelming.
"I think I love you, Josie," I blurted, surprising myself.
"I know I love you, Carrot," John admitted back. I wrapped my arms around
him and pulled him into an emotional embrace. We were cheek to cheek, chest
to chest, and crotch to crotch. I could feel his hard dick against mine
through the sheet. I'm sure he could feel mine. Neither of us moved.
Finally, John pulled back. "Should we get up, while we still can?" he
asked.
"You can," I responded, "I'm going to stay in bed awhile longer." John
reached for his boxers, pulled them on under the sheet, and got up. After
he left the room, I jacked off. I was so stirred up, my first shot of cum
hit the paneling above the bed.
*****
That night, there was no pillow between us. The train had left the station,
and there was no turning it around. I slept on my right side. John slept
close behind me, only a sheet between us. He draped his left arm over me.
Before I feel asleep, I pulled his hand to my face, kissed the back of it,
and said, "good night, Josie." He respond by kissing the back of my head
and saying, "good night, Carrot."
We awoke facing each other on Sunday morning. As we talked, I noticed
John's hand on the pillow by his face. He had strong, masculine hands, with
thick manly fingers. Without thinking, I reached up, and intertwined my
fingers with his.
"Will you do me a favor?" John asked.
"Probably, unless it involves piss or scat," I answered, trying to be funny.
"It is more benign than that," he said. "I would like you to tickle my
back."
I did, gently brushing my fingertips over his back and up and down his
sides. His back was hairless, but he was still young enough to have some
pimples on it.
"Turn over," I urged.
He did, pulling the sheet down to his abdomen. His dick was hard, arched,
and tenting the sheet.
"Close your eyes," I suggested. He did. I tickled his eyes, face, neck, and
chest.
"Raise your arms," I requested. He did, and I tickled his arm pits, sides,
and stomach. His dick arched over my hand as I went. I pushed the sheet
down to the base of it, and I tickled as low as I could. John's dick rubbed
the back of my hand and wrist. It twitched every time we made contact. I
was so hard, I was getting blue balls. Coincidentally, he offered "this is
too much, my stomach is starting to hurt."
"Sorry," I said, pulling my hand away. We laid in bed talking, letting our
erections ebb before getting up.
We slept the same way that night, and I tickled John's stomach on Monday
morning without being asked. He was hard, and I again went as low as I
could, not caring that his dick was hitting my hand and wrist.
"My stomach is starting to hurt again," he said.
"Mine, too."
"You should stop."
"Okay," I said.
John rolled toward me, said "thank you," and pulled me into an embrace.
Again, we were cheek to cheek, chest to chest, and dick to dick, a thin
sheet the only thing between our naked bodies. Neither of us moved. We were
both breathing hard. I pulled back and looked at him. He smiled at me, I
smiled back, and I pressed my forehead to his.
As an odd noise gurgled out of his throat, John lowered his hand to my hip
and pushed his crotch into mine. When I pushed back, John pulled the sheet
out of the way and started writhing against me, our dicks dueling. I
followed his lead, matching his rhythm and speed. We stayed forehead to
forehead as we started to pant. John grunted as he came, tensing and
flinching as he did. I kept going until I came, coating my stomach. John
used his boxers to wipe the cum off his chest and stomach, and I used my
briefs. Neither of us said a word about what had just happened.
*****
I spent the day trying to figure out what was going on. I had never had sex
with a man, or even wanted to. I mean, I could tell if a guy was good
looking or had a nice body, but I had never looked at a man and thought
"I'd like to have sex with him." Now, I was either doing it or getting very
close. I loved John, but for how he made me act,
loosening the ties that
bound me and freeing me to act my age, instead of like the old man I had
become.
I also spent the day expecting John to pull back. I did not regret what had
happened, but I suspected he did. It didn't help that he was out of the
office at an event, which meant we didn't see each other all day.
I was in bed by the time John got home. It seemed odd and presumptuous to
go to bed in his room with him not there, so I was in my bed. John walked
past me, undressed in his room, and then returned to mine. Still in his
boxers, John sat on the edge of my bed, put his hand on my head, and
brushed his thumb over my temple.
"Carrot, are you awake?" he asked.
When I opened my eyes, he said, "Come to bed with me." I got up, followed
him, slipped out of my briefs, and slid under the sheet. I rolled onto my
right side, and John did the same, snuggling up behind me, and draping his
arm over me. The pretense of the sheet was gone, and his hairy chest
tickled my smooth back. He smelled of gin. He reached his arm around me,
and tickled my chest stomach. My dick was hard, and he brushed up against
it a couple of times. I fell asleep wondering what would happen next.
As men do, we woke up hard. I was on my back, and John was beside me. When
I looked to see if he was awake, he rolled onto me, raised his head to
stare into my eyes, and started rubbing his crotch against mine again. I
clamped my arms around him, and we were quickly once again in rhythm. As
John's breath came quicker, I moved my hands to his ass and raised my
knees. John came, coating me, and dripping his head next to mine on the
pillow. I moved my hands back to his back, which was sweaty. He raised his
face and looked at me.
"Get off," I insisted. When he did, I grabbed my dick and started jacking
it. In only a few strokes, I added my cum to John's.
"Whew," he said. "For a minute there, I thought you were angry."
"About what?" I asked.
"Me coating you."
"Nope. Just on the verge of blue balls."
"I have spent the last week on the verge of blue balls," John admitted,
while using his boxers to clean the cum off my stomach.
"Me, too," I admitted back. "But, it seems we have found a solution to that
problem."
The week went on like that. Every night and every morning, one of us
writhed against the other until we came. We didn't kiss or even touch each
other's dicks with our hands. Hell, we hadn't even seen each other's dicks.
We still used pillows to conceal them when we had to take a morning piss.
Vi visited that weekend. I slept on the couch on Friday night, thinking the
extra distance would prevent me from hearing them go at each other. It
didn't work. The bedsprings squeaked, the wood floor creaked, and Vi came
loudly. I jacked off while they fucked. I fantasized about a man as I came,
imagining it was me John was fucking.
I woke to them fucking again. I got up, dressed, and brushed my teeth. I
ran into John on the way out of the bathroom. We whispered in the hall.
"I apologize for the noise," he said.
"It's fine. I don't want to cramp your style. I'm going to stay at my
parents' tonight."
"You do not have to do that," he assured me.
"Yes, I do. I think I'm jealous."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes, but don't let it go to your head. You have plenty of ego already."
When I returned to the apartment Sunday evening, Vi was already driving
back to Chicago, and John was in bed napping. I slipped out of my clothes
and joined him. As soon as I was settled in, he reached over with his left
hand and started tickling my chest and stomach. As he went lower, I got
hard. His hand and wrist again brushed against my dick. To my surprise,
John kept going lower, tickling my dick and balls. I opened my legs so he
could have full access. When I started to ache, I told him he needed to
stop, because my stomach was starting to hurt.
"I have a better solution," he said, taking my dick in his hand and jacking
it. He moved closer to me, and I turned my face to his. We locked eyes. I
came hard, hitting myself in the face.
John wiped my cheek and then his. "You got me, too," he said.
"Sorry about that. I was just marking my territory," I blushed. "And paying
you back for coating me."
For the first time, I reached between John's legs. He was soft.
"Sorry. I'm a little oversexed. But, I wanted you to know that I missed you
last night."
"Thanks," I said, moving my hand to his hip. "I missed you, too." I put his
hand on my hip, and we fell asleep face to face.
Part Four
When we awoke the next morning, John was behind me, his morning wood
pressing at my thighs. I opened my legs and then closed them around him.
Instinctively, John started sliding between my legs, clamping me to him by
the chest as he did. There was a layer of sweat between us as he came
against the back of my balls. John's hand moved again to my dick. I was so
riled up, I came after only a few strokes, all over the sheets. John kissed
the back of my neck, I pulled his hand to my lips, and we fell back asleep.
When I woke up, I had to pee something fierce. Unlike every other day, I
didn't take a pillow. It seemed silly at that point.
When I was back in the bedroom, I pulled the sheet off John.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"We need to change the sheets. They're covered in cum. And, I wanted to
look at you."
"Why?"
"I've never seen you. It think it's about time I did."
John's feet were large and athletic. His calves were thick. He rolled off
his toes when he walked, and his calves were muscled as a result.
His crotch was hairy. His dick was soft and, to my surprise, uncut. I had
never seen foreskin before. His balls were large and dangled.
"Like what you see?" he asked.
"I do. A lot. You?"
"Yes. You have a really nice dick. Big and thick," he observed.
"It's too bad when your best feature is your dick," I responded.
"It is not. It is your eyes. And your smile. You should smile more often.
It becomes you."
I climbed into bed, settled my head on his shoulder, and put my fingers in
his chest hair.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"I have no idea," he admitted.
"I've never been with a man before," I said, truthfully. I had thought
about it, but my Catholicism was so entrenched that I was certain the mere
thought prolonged my already extensive stay in purgatory.
"Me, either," he responded.
"I've thought about it," I admitted.
"Me, too," John admitted back. "It always seemed to me the sex would be
better. If you have a dick, it seems like you should more readily know what
to do with a dick."
"Do you think we should stop?" I asked.
"Do you think we can?" he asked back.
"I don't know. I don't think I want to."
"I know I do not want to," he assured me.
I moved my hand to his face. "It's probably time we kissed," I said.
"I agree," he said, moving his mouth to mine. It was
soft, but firm. I
slowly opened my mouth, and he opened his. Our tongues danced and lashed at
each other. He rolled on top of me, and we started making out with reckless
abandon. We were on the high wire, and there was no net below. We rolled
around. We were sweating and hard when we finally broke our first kiss.
"Wow," was all I could say. I was lightheaded.
"Yeah . . . . Wow."
I moved my mouth back to his and kissed him again, as deeply as I could.
For the first time, I took him in my hand. I had never touched a hard dick
other than my own and was, for some reason, surprised it felt like, well,
a dick. Nothing more and nothing less. I almost laughed at the simplicity
of it all.
I started jacking him. He was almost as thick as me, but about two inches
shorter. He reciprocated, and we started jacking each other in rhythm. We
came at the same time without breaking the kiss. We coated each other.
We stared at each other. "I love you, Josie," I said.
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