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A New Beginning, Part 5

by Sparky


Thursday morning greeted us with a bang! I didn’t even see the flash—just a loud clap of thunder, rousting both Brian and I rudely from our slumber. As I became more coherent, I realized Brian’s arms were curled around me, with the rest of him pressing against my backside. The events of the evening came back to me. I turned around slightly, checking to see if Brian was now awake too. Brian’s eyes met mine. “That was one hell of a wakeup call…” I started to say, but before I could get the entire sentence out, Brian and rolled me the rest of the way around and had his lips planted squarely on mine, blotting out the rest of my observation. We both had obligatory early morning erections that were now just getting harder, as we pressed against each other. I broke free momentarily, and took a quick look at the clock—it was only 6:35 AM—no need to rush getting ready for work, at least for me. “It’s still early for me. What time do you have to be at work?” I asked. “Screw work!” Brian declared, “I had an appointment this morning, but the old crank cancelled when I called to confirm yesterday afternoon, so there’s nothing pressing—except YOU!” Brian’s hands were on the move again, sliding down my back, hesitating for a moment, then cupping around by glutes. “Nice ass!” he murmured softly into my ear. “I’ve been admiring it all night. “What? You fell asleep, and were really gone.” I replied in feigned protest. “Maybe for a while, but I couldn’t sleep for the last couple of hours. I was just laying here thinking…” Brian paused, looked at me, then continued… “I don’t really know how to say this, but what the hell…” He took a calculated breath and started in again, “Once, Jenny let me fuck her in the ass. It was tight and I really got off on it. Chip and I never got that far, but I thought about it. Have you ever done it?” “Well, yes. I guess you could say that I’m reasonably versatile, but it’s not always my favorite. Actually, I guess I should say that I was most always the top in our relationship.” Brian looked away, and I could sense his disappointment. “Hey, anything’s possible with the right man!” I quickly added, pushing against Brian’s stiff rod. That was all the reassurance necessary, Brian didn’t need an engraved invitation! His hands resumed their exploration and were now busily fingering my crack. “Got anything to use?” he asked. I pointed to the nightstand on his side of the bed. He rolled over and found my stash. He held up a bottle of WET, and a some ID-Lube. “Which one do I use?” “The ID, it’s water based, the other stuff’s oil based and hell on condoms. Speaking of that…” “No problem!” Brian had already reached for the left pocked of his jeans. “I always carry one, just in case,” he added, then catching himself, he meekly continued, “Yeah, but I’ve been carryin’ this one ever since before Jen and I split. It’s really been a while.” Brian’s face had become slightly flushed, giving away his embarrassment. I think he could sense both my early apprehension and then my subsequent relief, at hearing actual truth of the matter. Brian hesitated. I motioned for him to open the bottle. He flipped open the cap, ripped open the condom packet and in a flash, latex covered his engorged tool, now proudly glistening and ready for fun. He positioned himself beside me, curling around my back, ready to lunge. I stopped him and motioned for the bottle of ID, “It’s been a really long time for me too, so you’d better take some of that and lube my crack a bit first.” A few seconds later, Brian’s slippery index finger found its mark, then slowly parted the crack of my ass. Slipping past my sphincter, his finger continued until it was buried as far as it would go. To my surprise, my initial discomfort eased more quickly than I had imagined. He inserted a second finger, then carefully a third. Brian now withdrew the fingers, then slid them in again, and was now finger fucking me. His dick was twitching against my cheeks, anxiously pulsating--ready to impale me. “I’ll go really slow. Just tell me if I’m too big for you and I’ll stop.” Brian assured me. My thoughts ran back to my earlier and wilder days. One of my best friends and I had fucked each other consistently for months and Curtis had to have been 11 inches at least. While this was reassuring, the pain I was now experiencing was more than I had recalled. Brian wasn’t as big as Curt, probably a good 8-9 inches, but I think he was just as big around. I told him to stop for a minute, while the lightening flashes (my own) subsided. Then, I signaled for him to continue, and he eased himself forward. That awkward feeling like you have to take a dump all of the sudden—or at least fart—gave way to a smooth, full feeling as Brian’s cock had pushed its full length in me. He pulled back so the mushroom head was teasing the ring of my sphincter muscle, then slid forward again. The initial searing sensations were now being replaced with a slick, slippery, salve of lube being applied with one hell of a Q-Tip! Initially, each time Brian thrust all the way in, his crotch hairs tickled the bottom of my butt. Both of us began to break out in a sweat, and with the mixture of sweat and lube, the tickling disappeared, allowing me to concentrate on my renewed craving for cock. Brian must have indeed been telling the truth—it had been a long time for him. He was fucking in earnest, and from the sound of his alternate cooing and grunting he was having one great time of it. He stopped momentarily, then prodded me upwards, “Let’s do it doggy style, okay?” Who was I to complain, I was thoroughly enjoying something I’d almost forgotten about. Brian resumed his steady, forthright fucking of my ass. In the meantime, his hands found something to hold on to—my dick. His grip was firm and sure, but I stopped him while I reached for the lube. If the dry friction of his grip had continued much longer, I’d either shot too quickly, or probably wouldn’t be able to touch it for days due to its redness. The cool lube felt just great. Brian’s hands again clasped firmly around my pole and matched stroke for poke. It wasn’t long before that lustful stirring in my balls was welling up and the tip of my cock was tingling. By this time, Brian’s chin was dripping sweat on the middle of my back, while his slippery forearm was also sliding against my right side each time he stroked me. I spoke up, “You’d better stop on me, or I’m going to cum”. Brian stopped both his stroking and his fucking at the same time. Then he pulled out, backing away slightly. “Turn around on your back. I want to watch your face as I fuck you,” he said urgently, with a raspy, quivering tone in his voice. I swung around onto my back and he helped me lift my legs. He scooted forward a couple of paces and his shiny, throbber was parked at my crack again. He shoved it inside with one thrust. The new angle of entry renewed the fire in my loins, and I found myself bucking in anticipation of his next thrust. “Oh yeah, baby…fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me.” I seethed, wild with lust. It was like an aching itch that hadn’t been scratched for a long time. I was saying things I hadn’t said for years—not since Chris’ fucking me. Brian followed my queue, “Oh, fuck! Take that dick…you know you want it…your hole feels so fine…fuck…fuck…” Brian’s eyes became glassy, I watched the expression on his face turn from a smile to sheer animal pleasure. Glistening sweat was running off his forehead, collecting at the tip of his nose and chin, then dripping alternately down his chest or directing on mine, depending on the position of his thrust. He slowed down, leaned over to kiss me, lost his balance and was on top of me. His sweat covered chest heaving against mine, while his tongue flickered wickedly, wildly inside my mouth. His cock plopped out of my ass, causing me to squirm at the sensation. God! What a kisser! Brain drew his arms around my back and pressed our chests tightly together—enough that some of the sweat was being forced out and running down my sides. Our tongues were doing a wild dance, alternately lunging into each other’s mouths, then thrashing around each other. Brian’s shadow had turned into a day old beard and was I was beginning to realize it felt more like sandpaper. I pushed him back, as I came for air, stroking the side of his face with my hands. “Hey, I want to have a face left.” I teased. “No problem, let’s just fuck then.” Brian loudly whispered as he backed into position. He was fully inside me again, thrusting and I was bucking in unison. His hands reached dick, which by now was pulsing and dripping. Again, the stroke of his hands artfully matched his thrusts. Before I realized it, I found myself over the edge—my point of no return was exceeded—my prick lurched and spewed a first volley of cum that landed in the center of my chest, between the nipples. Brian caught sight of this, and grasped my dick more tightly, momentarily choking back the next pulse, sending a wild wave of pleasure inside my fighting cock. He let go, and I let go a second spurt—this one hitting me in the chin and face. A third pulse hit my neck and down to my right nipple, trailing off to my bicep. There was a forth and fifth wave that served to cover my stomach area below my navel. I was a delicious, writhing mess. The sight of my ejaculation put Brian over the edge. He pulled out, lost the latex and hissed, “Get a load of THIS…and as he hissed out the sssss, the eye of his massive monster erupted, sending a shot over my head. The second shot caught me in the face. He stopped shooting, but was still lustfully stroking away. Suddenly, another equally powerful shot, landing mid-chest. He continued stroking, with cum oozing out, dripping down his shaft and onto mine. His body jerked as his cock became too sensitive to continue stroking much longer. “Jesus, God—you’re a mess” he sighed. He then looked at his own sweat covered chest, “I guess I’m not so minty fresh either. Oh well, shit happens” As he said this, he leaned forward for a kiss. His wet chest pressed first against my cum soaked stomach, then traveled up my chest. He pressed his lips against my face towards my lips. Some of the cum on my face got in the way. It didn’t seem to bother him at all. Our lips were firmly locked again, then his tongue darted inside—sweet and salty with a mixture of sweat and a hint of cum. “So, is that me or you?” I asked, referring to taste. “I don’t know. It’s the first time I’ve tasted the stuff.” Brian said sheepishly. He recovered himself soon enough. He nuzzled the sticky side of my neck with his chin, then to my surprise licked the mess with his tongue. “We taste kind of good!” His tongue found more on my nose, then he kissed me, sharing his find. “What do you think?” he asked. To be continued,


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51 Gay Erotic Stories from Sparky

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A New Beginning, Part 2

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A New Beginning, Part 3

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A New Beginning, Part 4

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A New Beginning, Part 5

Thursday morning greeted us with a bang! I didn’t even see the flash—just a loud clap of thunder, rousting both Brian and I rudely from our slumber. As I became more coherent, I realized Brian’s arms were curled around me, with the rest of him pressing against my backside. The events of the evening came back to me. I turned around slightly, checking to see if Brian was now awake too.

A New Beginning, Part 6

“Yours or mine?” I retorted. “Ours, I guess.” Brian added, circling his lips with his tongue. “Pretty good, don’t you think?” I said as I broke into a contented smile. “Either it’s just been way too long, or I’ve never had such wild and wonderful sex. I had no idea this would be such a wild turn-on! What I mean is, it’s just so great. It felt so natural, so normal, so

A New Beginning, Part 7

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A New Beginning, Part 8

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A New Beginning, Part 9

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