Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter Four: Absence Makes the Heart…? Dave and I spent most of the next two weeks together. We made love often, passionate rutting sex that echoed the sense of impending frustration at his leaving. We shared our thoughts and enjoyed each other’s company, but overshadowing the whole time was his imminent departure. The weekend of his move dawned bright and sunny. His furniture and most of his possessions had been packed up and shipped off at the company’s expense the night before, and was scheduled to arrive in Melbourne by road about the same time we got there by air. I was going with him on this trip. I’d quickly organised a ticket and cleared the time so I could travel down, see his new home and help him settle in. When we landed at Tullamarine airport, the sky was low and grey. Typical, I thought, and a perfect match for my mood. His company had found him a place in Prahran, just off Commercial Road, and as the taxi sped into the city on the freeway we held hands, he staring out at the passing suburbs, I lost in contemplation. We collected the key from the real estate agent as arranged and let ourselves into the empty flat. It was a very nice place, with a large living area and two bedrooms, and a balcony, although no view to speak of. Empty, it looked huge, but I knew that once his furniture arrived, it would fill up quickly enough. “Easy walking from the bars on Commercial Road,” I observed, and he grinned. I had been to the southern city often enough to know where the gay night life was, and he was in the thick of it. The company had actually chosen the area because it was a fast tram ride from the office where Dave would be working. “Do I detect a note of jealousy, young man?” he said mockingly. “Absolutely! I was planning on having you to myself, and here you are surrounded by men, all of whom are going to be chasing that gorgeous bod.” “Ahh, but it’s yours for the taking right now,” he said invitingly, moving to me and kissing me. My hands went to his chest, then slid around his waist as I melted against him, tasting his lips and feeling his growing hardness. I began to grind myself against him, feeling my excitement grow, when a shrill buzzing issued from the intercom. The removalists had arrived, putting a premature end to our interlude. For the next couple of hours we worked with the labourers, getting the furniture in place and directing as to where the various boxes should go. By mid-afternoon, the guys were done, and Dave and I were alone again, starting on sorting and unpacking. Luckily, he had had the foresight to pack one carton and clearly mark it as ‘essentials’: it contained coffee, sugar, mugs, a jug, as well as toiletries and other items which he would need that first day even if we didn’t get any further with unpacking the rest of his things. I made us a coffee as he started on making up the bedroom, and when I called to him, we sat together on space cleared on one of the lounges to sit and rest, and survey the mess. “Ugh!” said Dave with feeling. “I can’t stand the thought of doing any more today. After being up early and flying down here, then carrying boxes, they can stay where they are until tomorrow!” I grinned at him in sympathy. “Tell you what, stud,” I offered, “you get the most immediate things out of the way, and I’ll go get us some real hot coffees, cappuccinos, and a snack, and we’ll take the rest of the afternoon off, okay?” “You’re on!” he declared immediately. “But make the snack something substantial. I don’t know if I can face going out for dinner tonight, and there’s no way we’re going to be doing any cooking in here today.” Half an hour later I was back, with some basics such as milk and bread, a French stick and some butter, cold cuts of meat and a couple of tomatoes. As I let myself in and deposited the bundle of provisions on the kitchen counter, I called out to him since he was nowhere to be seen. “Dave, I’m back. Come and get your coffee before it goes cold.” “Bring it in here,” I heard a muffled call instruct me from the bedroom. Curious, I left all but the coffees where they were and wandered into the bedroom. Dave was lying stretched out on the now made bed, naked, his cock erect as he slowly jerked at it with his right hand. His left hand pinched lazily at his own nipples. “You wanted a snack?” he hissed in a hoarse whisper. “How about some hot sausage to chew on?” His tongue licked at his lips as his hand held his meat suggestively up toward me. Grinning like a fool, I answered him. “Mmmm, breakfast in bed, my favourite.” I quickly set the coffee cups down on a box in one corner where they were instantly forgotten, and almost ripped my clothes off in my eagerness to accept his invitation and join him on his huge bed. In a moment, I too was naked, kneeling on the bed between his spread knees, leaning over him to kiss his mouth and taste him before I happily began to nibble and chew my way down his body, making for that tantalising tube of flesh he was still waving around and offering up to me. As my face came level with his groin, I was rewarded with a close-up view of his cock, hard and pulsing with blood, standing to attention right before my eyes. From this vantage I could clearly see every vein, every part of him. I focused on the purplish knob, throbbing and needy, a large drop of clear fluid leaking from the slit at the very point of his prong. With my tongue, I reached out and caressed the long hot rod of flesh, licking slowly, sensuously down his shaft, tracing the ridges of his veins until I found his nuts. With my lips I massaged the rolling orbs in their sac of skin, gumming at his balls and sucking each one into my mouth so I could wash it and chew on it, before freeing his testicles to allow my lips to attack his cock once again. Back up along the velvety steel of his rod I went, lavishing tiny bites on his skin as I worked my way to his cockhead. By now the pearl of pre-cum was growing and ready to leak out, and I licked at it carefully, tasting his very essence as my tongue ran all over the sensitive head of his penis, and traced the ridge of his glans. He moaned, quietly but happily, as I continued my gentle mouthing of his member. I needed it, needed him, and quickly I lifted again, opened my mouth wide, and lowered my warm wet throat over his tool, slowly gliding down and down, swallowing him inch by inch. My teeth scraped against his skin, and my tongue lapped at his shaft as my throat constricted around his entire length. My nose sank into his pubic hair and I felt the firmness of his nuts against my chin as I came to rest with his fullness inside me. Fighting off the urge to gag, I began to bob up and down on that mighty weapon, slurping at him as I sank onto his shaft, sucking hungrily as I lifted away before dropping again. The head of his prick rubbed at my tonsils, but I kept my composure and covered his manliness with the warm wetness of my gullet as I blew him slowly and lovingly. His hands fell to my head, and he began to move in time with my mouth, thrusting up to meet me, jabbing himself into my throat, fucking my face with an easy cadence as he reveled in the sensations engulfing his rod. As the tempo with which I sucked him increased, the sloshing sounds of my gurgling lips and throat filled the room. I felt his need increase, felt his cock begin to swell, and I knew he was close. Without warning, I lifted away from him, staring into his eyes, which flew open in disappointment. “Oh, no,” I said, grinning. “You don’t get off that easily.” Sinking my face back down onto his body again, I left his throbbing cock standing aloft in the air, and pushed his legs up, allowing my tongue access to the sensitive skin of his perineum. He gasped as my lips found their mark, his lithe body squirming against my mouth as the delights of a tongue caress on that super sensitive area raced through him. Up and down I licked, from the base of his testicles, across the top of his arse hole and along his crack, then back again, flicking my tongue against his skin. Slowly, I edged in, and let my mouth linger at his anus, probing gently, slowly at him. He groaned, and I pushed further, delving into his body with my tongue as he trembled with need. My own need grew as well, and when I could wait no longer I lifted my head again. “Mmm, not only sausage, but cherry as well!” I hissed lewdly at him. Dave laughed out loud. “I don’t know about ‘cherry’,” he said, “but god-damn that felt good. Now why don’t you fuck me, stud!” and with that he handed me a bottle of lube that he had already unpacked and left beside the bed. Eagerly, I smeared the cool, sticky gel over my cock, which by now was hard as a rock and aching to be inside him. I scooped some more onto my fingers, and carefully inserted them into his rectum, coating his muscle with the slick moisture. “Roll over!” I directed him, and he quickly lay face down, lifting his knees so his arse was pointed up at my waiting prick. I moved in between his legs, and rested my length along his crack as I wrapped my arms around his body and held him tight. Sliding myself back, I felt the head of my cock slip along the crevice of his butt cheeks until it found the soft puckering ring of his anus, and then I slowly pushed forward, my own solidity pressing against the resistance at his entrance. Dave moaned again, and I sensed him try to relax as he backed onto me. With a gentle nudge, the head of my cock slid inside him, opening his ring of muscle and filling his hole. He gasped with the pleasurable pain of being penetrated, and I waited while he adjusted. As his breathing slowed again, and he once more urged me on, I carefully inched inward, my shaft sliding between the walls of his rectum, nudging against his prostate and filling him. The wet heat of his body gripping and drowning my aching manhood was incredible, and I moaned with delight as his body opened for me and his chute swallowed me. Encouraged by the murmured hisses of delight from my man, I leaned into him, my throbbing weapon disappearing into his trembling, glorious body. In a single movement I plunged steadily down until the solid roundness of his cheeks rested against my thighs and the entire length of my cock from root to tip was enveloped by his clenching arse. As I buried myself completely within him, I leaned over him and my arms embraced his torso, my chest against his back. I sought out and found his nipples, pinching them gently and kissed the skin of his shoulder blades. “Oh, shit, Mike,” he called to me, “that feels so incredible. Fuck me, mate, please fuck me.” I didn’t need any encouragement. My cock was throbbing with delighted need as his moist gut wrapped it and caressed it. Holding him tightly, I began to move in and out, slowly, carefully. With each movement I felt him clench around me, then surrender as I plunged in again. I soon found an easy, sensuous rhythm as I thrust into his wetness, jabbed at his heat with my sword of masculinity. Probing his innards with my slicked tool, I owned his body, held him against me and ploughed deeper and deeper, driven by an animal need to be inside him, to fill him and fuck him. I rained kisses and bites down on his back, as my fingers plucked at his tits, playing him like a musical instrument. The tune I played was a chorus of gasps and groans as Dave gripped and clenched, backing onto me as I shoved forward. The sloshing squelch of my pistoning cock joined with the squeaking bed to fill the room with a symphony of sex as we humped and heaved against each other, my speed increasing with each long deep drive of my hips against his arse. Harder now I shoved myself at him. Deeper and faster, a battering ram, a pile driver sinking my log of muscle deep into his soft core. My butt was the hammer, which drove my fleshy nail hard into Dave’s accepting passage. The soft slap of skin against skin rang out as I ground my pelvis against his cheeks and took possession of his gut with my rod of steel. Jolts of passionate arousal shot from my groin up and through my being, filling me with the aching joy of imminent explosion as I fucked him. We rutted like animals, surrendering to our basic instincts and masculine urges as we humped and pounded, sweated and hissed, swore and fucked our way to climax. Suddenly, my orgasm was upon me, and I could do nothing more than hiss at him through clenched teeth. “Dave, I’m … uunnhhh … cuummmm…” and then I exploded. My nuts drew up into my gut and my cock belched manjuice in a torrent of white hot cream, filling his gut and flooding his bowel with my essence. My body tensed and my cock swelled as I hit my peak. Spasms rocked me and the ultimate bliss of release shook me to the core as I twitched and shot a river of cum deep inside my man. I felt his hungry arse clenching and clamping at my swollen shaft, and keeping one hand on his nipples, I lowered my other hand to his proud cock, swinging freely beneath us. Grabbing at his meat, I took him in my fist and jerked at him, my hand flying up and down his log, slicked by the copious flow of pre-cum from his piss slit. Gasping for breath, I continued to shudder and tremble within him, my dick buried in his body. Dave tried to say something, but his voice deserted him as I felt him tense around me, and with a powerful jerk his prick gushed creamy wads of jizz over my fingers and out onto the bed beneath us, splattering pools of white jism all around as he shook and writhed below me and around me. “Uuunhh, ahhhhh,” he muttered as our bodies began to relax, falling back from the crescendo of climax. Slowly I pulled back, withdrawing my slimy tool from his cavern, and he fell forward. Following his lead, I collapsed onto his back, the sheen of perspiration making us slide over each other. Slipping to one side, I turned to face him and he rolled himself to me. Our lips met in a long lazy kiss of sated recovery. “Welcome to Melbourne,” I said softly. “Thank you!” he replied. “And now I really feel at home!” We spent most of the next day getting him unpacked, finding places for his bits and pieces, and settling him into the new place generally. Of course, we did manage to find the time and the energy for a rollicking, gasping fucking that afternoon when he had me sit on his cock and bounce up and down as we watched each other’s faces while we reached orgasm simultaneously. By late on Sunday afternoon we were both exhausted, but Dave insisted on coming to the airport with me to see me off home again. We took a cab, even though it was expensive, so that we could have the privacy we wanted to sit and hold hands all the way there, promising each other we would call every day, and that we would see each other again soon. As my flight was called, Dave threw his arms around me and kissed me, right there in the terminal. “Call me Mike!” he made me promise. I did, and walked slowly backward down the boarding ramp, watching him wave until I could see him no more. It was a long lonely flight home, and I felt like shit when I finally collapsed on my sofa that night. I stared vacantly at the television, not taking any notice of it, and was startled when the phone rang about 10.30. “Hiya, handsome,” Dave’s voice sounded cheerful enough. “Just thought I’d check to make sure you got home okay, and to let you know I’m missing you already.” “Thanks, stud!” I said with feeling. I did feel a lot better for hearing from him, but still my sense of losing something would not go away. Over the next two weeks, Dave and I spoke by phone every night. He was full of enthusiasm for the project, pleased with the start he’d made, and slowly getting used to life in a new city. It was going to be a busy time for him, and already he was working long hours. On the Tuesday night of his third week, I tried to call him several times, but kept getting his answering machine. When he rang back the following night, he apologised profusely, and explained how a glitch had kept him at work until almost midnight, and he hadn’t wanted to call me that late in case he woke me. I resisted the temptation to tell him that I had lain awake most of the night wondering where he was, or what had happened. After all, we hadn’t made any real commitment other than a promise to keep in touch. Three weeks after the move, Dave flew up to Sydney on a late flight Friday night. We spent most of the weekend in bed, revelling in passionate coupling and fucking ourselves to exhaustion to make up for the lack of sex over the previous three weeks. And when we weren’t fucking, we relaxed together, happy in each other’s company as he filled me in on the details of his project and I brought him up to date on the local gossip. We took the train out to the airport together and I smiled as he gave me another kiss in the boarding lounge before he disappeared again. My mind felt a little better, but the unease at being so far apart continued. We developed a kind of routine then, taking turns to call each other, catching up on what was happening in each city. Our conversations were very much small talk, and there was no mention of commitment or long term plans from either of us. Dave was at me to come to Melbourne again, and I wanted to, but finding the time was a problem. Finally, I decided I needed to see him again. I arranged to take the Friday and Monday off work to give myself a four-day weekend, without telling him. I thought I’d surprise him by just showing up on his doorstep. I took a 7.00 o’clock flight out of Sydney, and was out of the terminal in Melbourne by 8.45. I didn’t fancy the tram trip into the city at that hour so I splurged on a taxi which dropped me outside his building a little after 9.30, and feeling both pleased with myself and excited at seeing him again, I gathered up my bag and knocked on his door. When he saw me there, a flicker of surprise crossed his face, before he broke into a huge grin and threw his arms around me, planting a huge kiss on my lips right there in the hallway. “Surprise!” I stammered out. “Mike, fantastic!” he exclaimed. “Come in here!” and he grabbed both me and my bag and dragged me into the flat. With the door closed behind us, I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him again, holding him tight and tasting his delicious mouth. As I did, he walked us backward into the living room. I heard a noise behind me, and broke our kiss to look around. My mouth must have fallen open with shock, for sitting there on the sofa was a man. Around our age, he was quite good looking, and he was doing his best to politely not notice the embrace Dave and I were still engaged in. Without letting go of me at all, Dave spoke brightly. “Let me do the introductions,” he said. “Mike, this is Andrew. Andrew, meet Mike, my lover boy from Sydney!” “Hello,” Andrew said to me holding out his hand, as I extricated myself from Dave’s grasp. “Hi,” I replied uncertainly, then went on. “I, uh, hope I haven’t, uh, disturbed you …” I stuttered. “No!” declared Dave. “It’s such a wonderful surprise to have you here. Andrew lives across the hallway. We met in the laundry room last weekend, and he just dropped in a little while ago.” “I was trying to talk him into sharing a late dinner of pizza,” Andrew added with a smile, and the hint of a flush to his cheeks. “Sorry, mate! I have something much better to eat now!” he said to Andrew, giving me a none-too-subtle wink, which made me blush severely. Andrew stood up with a chuckle. “Well, I better leave you two alone,” he said. “Nice to meet you Mike, and I’ll catch you up later Dave, okay?” “Yeah, sure, thanks,” said Dave to him vacantly, as Andrew let himself out. Once he was gone, I turned to Dave. “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling very confused. “I didn’t think … I should have called first.” “Why? This is a great surprise!” “Well, I think Andrew had more than just pizza on his mind…” I let the words hang; let the suggestion sink in. “No, you’ve got it all wrong! We just met the other day. He was complaining about having to do all the laundry because his boyfriend used to do it, but they split up a few weeks ago apparently.” “And you don’t think he was ‘interested’? Come on, Dave, I saw the way he looked at me when I arrived.” “No, no! He’s just a neighbour, that’s all. We both live alone and he was looking for someone to talk to.” I nodded and bit my tongue. No point in arguing with him, but I knew what I saw. Andrew was forgotten for the rest of the night, as Dave and I made love, humping and sweating, fucking and gasping our way to orgasm three times before we collapsed into sleep. The next morning, Dave was up and about early. As I lay in bed he bustled in to me, kissing me on the lips, and handing me a key. “This is to the front door,” he said. “I’d love to take the day off, but there’s no way. I’ll try to get Monday off though, okay? Take yourself out and see the sights or whatever. I should be back around 6.30.” And with that he was gone. I dragged myself out of bed, showered and made myself a coffee. I poked around his flat for a while, deciding what to do with the day. About 8.30, just as I was getting ready to set out, there was a knock at the door. I opened it curiously, to find Andrew standing there, shuffling his feet. “Hi?” I said, wondering at his unexpected appearance. “Uh, hi,” he said, slowly. “I know Dave has already gone to work …” I wondered how he knew that but said nothing. “… I just wanted to say I hope I didn’t cause any problems for you guys last night.” “Why would you cause problems?” I asked, watching him intently. “You know, being here and all. I didn’t realise you two were on together. I didn’t know Dave had a lover already,” he stammered out quickly. It was my turn to blush now. “Well, we’re not exactly ‘on together’. We only started dating a little while before he moved here, so we’re not a ‘couple’ as such, I suppose,” I said quietly. “Yeah, whatever,” Andrew replied. “I just wanted to let you know that I wouldn’t intrude, wouldn’t have tried anything if I’d known he was taken.” He turned and walked down the hall, leaving me to ponder his words, and to do some serious thinking about my relationship with Dave, and just where it was heading. I went out for a few hours, wandering around the shops but not really interested in anything they had to offer. My mind kept thinking on what Andrew had said. Obviously, he had been interested in more than just a pizza. Did Dave realise that, was he just covering up with my sudden and unexpected arrival? Unable to concentrate on anything much else, I headed back to Dave’s flat early in the afternoon, intending to take a nap before he got home so I could keep up with him all night. As I pushed the door open, a piece of paper fluttered away on the floor. A note had been slipped under his door while I was out. I knew I shouldn’t read it, but it was just lying there, unfolded, and I could hardly ignore it. Picking up the paper, I ignored my principles and read the words. “Hi there stud. Sorry, but I lost your number when I got home last weekend. Would really like to connect again, if you’re interested. Call me on 9995 1234. Geoff.” My brain did a backflip. How could he? We hadn’t promised to be faithful, I knew, but I had just assumed that we were. Maybe I was the stupid one. Why should I expect him to wait for me when I hadn’t offered any commitment, hadn’t told him I loved him or that I wanted to be with him forever? But everything had happened so fast, finding him again, starting to go out with him, and then the sudden move to Melbourne. I had been so sure he felt the same way I did. And what about his enthusiasm when I arrived last night – was that just an act for my benefit? My first thought was that I would have it out with him as soon as he got home. And then I began to reason things through. If we argued and he threw me out I was a long way from home. If he convinced me to stay, which he could probably do very easily, we would have sex all weekend, and then I’d be back off to Sydney, and he’d be seeing Geoff again, and whoever else he wanted, and I’d never know. Suddenly, I couldn’t face an argument with him, or even a deep and meaningful discussion. We were too far away from each other for anything to work. I’d known it in my heart as soon as he told me he was coming here. Quickly I packed my bag, and called a cab for the airport. I scribbled a note for him telling him I was sorry to have expected more than he could give, and suggesting he call Geoff back, left it next to Geoff’s note, and dropped his key on the counter. I pulled the door closed behind me and went. It took me five hours of nightmare waiting, arguing with ticketing staff, and fighting for cabs, before I was finally back home again. When I got in, there were already four messages on my machine from Dave, each one more plaintive and concerned than the last, begging to know what he had done, apologising, pleading with me to call him. I threw my things into the bedroom, sat down with my head in my hands and sobbed. The phone rang, and I stared at it. After a couple of rings the machine picked up, and it was Dave again. I felt guilty for walking away as I had, and I grabbed the handpiece. “I’m here,” I said simply. “Mike, Mike, what happened?” he was almost in tears. “I’m sorry, Dave, but I couldn’t stay. I came back and read Geoff’s note. I shouldn’t have, I know, but I did. That, and Andrew stopped in this morning. He definitely wanted you. And I wondered how many others there were.” “But I thought we had something special?” “So did I, but I’m afraid I’m the possessive type, and I don’t like sharing, especially when I’m living a thousand kilometres away.” Dave pleaded down the line. “Mike, I don’t want to lose you after all those years. I’m sorry you had to find out about Geoff the way you did, but he was just a ‘one-night stand’. And nothing happened between Andrew and me, honestly.” “Not yet, anyway,” I snapped. “And there will be others, I’m sure.” “But we never said we wouldn’t have ‘flings’,” he cried. “I have urges that need satisfying, and you do too, I know!” “Maybe, but I don’t want to be just one of the crowd,” I said quietly, coldly. “It’s probably unreasonable of me, but I want all or nothing.” “Then it’ll be all! I promise, I’ll wait for you.” “No, Dave,” I said, sadly now. “It won’t work, not while you’re so far away. It’s not fair to ask you to do that, and I would always be wondering. I’m sorry, but that’s the way I am. It’s better if we forget about us, okay?” “No, dammit, it’s not okay! I want you!” “Yeah, well sometimes we can’t have what we want,” I yelled, and slammed the receiver down, angry with both him and myself. The phone rang almost immediately, but this time I ignored it. Dave rang three more times within half an hour, but I refused to speak to him, letting the answering machine take his pleading cries to talk to me. For another two weeks, Dave tried to call me most nights. I took to leaving the machine on permanently, screening my calls so I wouldn’t have to speak with him again, although every time I heard his voice my heart ached again. Eventually, he stopped calling, and I set out to try to live my life without him. But despite all that I had said and done, I thought of him every day. To be continued… Comments, complaints or compliments? Email me at iainlthr@hotmail.com