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I had come home to help my mom after my dad had a stroke. I had lived in California for several years and my return to Washington State was a radical change. One thing that I looked for that would bring familiarity back was contacting my old friend and lover, Jack. I had called Jack’s parents to find out where he was and how he was doing. Apparently he was doing well for himself as the owner of an auto body shop. They gave me the number and address to his shop.

I drove up to the cinderblock building painted white with light blue trim. At the top near the roof, painted in big metallic purple letters with star point accents was the single word of “Jack’s”. He always was a man of few words. I parked my car and strolled into the open bay, looking around for the office. The sound of “Riders On the Storm” rolled out of the back of the brightly lit bay. A young Mexican man dressed in white coveralls turned and smiled as I stood there looking around. He had been taping brown paper to a windshield and put the roll of tape down on the fender of the Japanese import as he stepped forward with a smile that showed beautiful white teeth under his thin mustache and goatee. He extended his hand and said, “Good afternoon sir, welcome to Jack’s. How can I help you?”

I took his hot and firm brown hand in my own and shook it and asked if Jack was in. He said, “Yes, but I can help you.” He had no idea how much he could have helped me as I gazed at his chest that filled the tight fitting coveralls. I imagined pulling the zipper down to the crotch of his coveralls with my teeth and sliding my hands inside, letting them run down his sides until they found his hips and then curving in and scooping out his hot sweaty balls and cock--and sucking the fat brown meat into my hot pink mouth. Popping out of my fantasy I smiled and explained that Jack was an old friend and that I was here on a social visit and not business. “Okay,” he said as he turned and whistled towards the back corner of the shop. Out of an unobtrusive brown door came the body of the man that I had made love to so many times in years past. Jack saw me and instantly a smile crossed his face as he shouted out my name.

My mouth went dry as he approached. He wore a plaid shirt and Dockers and despite the looseness of the pants I could see the massive mound of his crotch bounce as he walked towards me. He opened his arms and we embraced in a hug. He then grabbed my shoulders and held me back at arms length, looking me up and down. “Man, you’re a sight for sore eyes you son of a bitch! How are ya doing? What are you doing here? I thought you were living in California--living life in the fast lane.”

“I was. Now I’m back home. Dad had a stroke and so I’m here to help my Mom. If things go well, I might stay. Right now I’m just getting used to being back home.” We went back into his office and his worker turned back to his task at hand and resumed his taping. We talked for about half an hour and agreed to meet that night for dinner. I then left and as I walked out I made sure to say ‘good bye’ to his assistant, pausing in such a way as for him to tell me his name, Jorge. What a cutie, but probably straight. I was willing to bet.

Later that day I met Jack at a local restaurant and we ate and talked and laughed. We then went out for a few drinks and about 10 o’clock ended up back at his house. It was a modern house in a new housing development, decorated in a modern tasted and tone. We sat on his couch like 12 year-old boys chattering back and forth as the alcohol we had drunk coursed through our veins. Jack got up and poured us more drinks and then returned to the couch and plopped down, handing me one of the glasses. I took a drink and placed it onto the chrome and glass coffee table. I then leaned in close to him and turned my head in order to kiss his soft lips. Jack quickly backed away and said, “I’m not sure I want that anymore. I’ve had a few girlfriends and have found that I like pussy too. I don’t know if I want us to go back to where we were.”

Feeling rejected, I simply said, “Oh,” and quickly looked away, letting my gaze fall upon a piece of modern art that had no form that I could see; just splashes and splotches of pastel colors bordered by a white matte and framed in chrome. I just wanted to look anywhere but at Jack. I didn’t want him to see the tears and shock in my eyes. Neither of us spoke for a moment that seemed to drag on for hours.

Finally he said, “I still care for ya man, I even dream about you sometimes, reliving how your lips felt on me, the feel and taste of your cock in my mouth. But, right now I just don’t feel like that.”

I tried to put on a good show and found something else to chat about. I figured the quicker I could get away from that moment, the sooner the pit in my stomach would go away. But no matter how I tried, my mind kept going back to those luscious lips and glimpses of our many lovemaking sessions would blaze across my mind.

We talked for a little longer and Jack said he was tired. It was now almost 2 a.m. and I realized that I was still way too smashed to drive. Jack offered to let me sleep in one of his extra rooms. I said that I wanted to sleep with him, next to him. He said, “Okay, but we’re not having sex, alright?” I capitulated, but a plan was already formulating in my devious little brain.

We went up to his room and Jack started to get undressed. I watched for a moment, and then started pulling my shirt off. I continued to undress while I debated whether I was going to take off my underwear and inform him that I still sleep naked. I looked up and saw Jack standing across the bed from me in nothing but his tight white briefs, his flaccid cock trapped and running along his thigh, his fat balls filling the pouch.

From our long history of fucking, I knew that his cock was about 6” when it was limp, but would jump up to over 9” when he got hard. Right now his cock looked to be somewhere in the middle, so I knew he was half hard, and I thought to myself that this might be easier than I had planned. When Jack’s dick got hard he’d agree to almost anything.

I then pulled my Calvin Klein’s down and let my half hard cock bounce up. “It won’t bother you if I sleep au natural will it?” Jack’s eyes went straight to my cock and I could see tiny beads of sweat break out on his forehead. “No, man, what ever makes you comfortable. Besides, it’d be weird if you wore anything to bed.”

Jack then pulled back the covers and slid into bed. I did the same. Jack turned off the light and then we both flopped around for a minute trying to get comfortable. Jack laid on his side with his back to me and I lay facing him. By now my cock was fully hard and straining to reach out and touch his cotton-covered ass. I got brave and wrapped my arm over his chest with my hand resting onto one of his pecs. Jack wrapped his hand into mine. We lay there for a few minutes and soon I could hear the deep rhythmic breathing of Jack in slumber. I pulled my hand away from his and moved it down to his stomach and left it there. I began to frig his navel, knowing that if he was awake, he’d push my hand away, but there was no response, his breath remaining deep. My cock continued to throb between my legs and my own breath was getting shallower as thoughts of what move to make next ran through my head. I decided to move my hips closer so I could bury my cock between his closed legs. The tip soon reached the cotton-covered ass. I rested it there momentarily and then slowly pushed forward, my head and shaft running along his cotton underwear. I could feel that my head had slid all the way through his closed legs, poking out from under his cotton-covered balls. My hand moved from his stomach to his crotch, quickly finding his soft shaft and huge mound of balls. I felt around and indeed stroked my own cock head while rubbing his balls. My hand moved back to his fat shaft. I slowly massaged the thick meat of his cock Jack really was asleep because his cock wasn’t responding at all, it would in a few minutes if I kept it up, but there wasn’t the automatic reaction that I knew would occur if he had been awake and faking sleep.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I humped my cock between his legs and continued to rub his hot cock and balls. My hand slid into his underwear and grabbed his hot, sweaty cock. I held it tightly in my hand, just under the crown of his head so that I could rub my thumb over it. After 3 or 4 strokes with my thumb his cock began to thicken and harden in my hand. I had to adjust my grip because the cock grew so fat and was lengthening. Soon I began stroking Jack’s hard pole all the way to the base and then began cupping his balls and then travel back up to the head. I rubbed his cock against his tight stomach and the even tighter fabric of his shorts and I heard faint moans and grunts escape his throat. I also kept rocking my hips, driving my cock in and out between his legs and pressing hard with the head against his pineal body, that soft and sensitive area between a man’s balls and ass. Jack’s body leaned into my own and I decided that I wanted him naked. I released his cock and slid my hand up to his hip and began to coerce his underwear off his hips.

After a few minutes of strategic pulling and sliding I managed to get his underwear down to his thighs. I gently rolled Jack over onto his back and then gingerly straddled his legs so that I could pull the briefs all the way off of him. I moved slowly as to not wake him; my breathing was deep and hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that Jack would wake up sooner or later, but I wanted to make sure his cock was deep in my throat when he did. I knew that way he would be too turned on to tell me to stop and would in fact drive his long, fat cock deeper down my throat. I needed to have his cock buried up my ass and I was going to get it there one way or another tonight.

Slowly, I continued to tug at his underwear and soon they were down to his feet and I slid them all the way off and tossed them onto the floor. I so wanted to mount him, lay on top of him with our hard cocks rubbing against each other, but I knew that feeling would have to wait. I could see his hard cock laying against his stomach in the pale moonlight beaming through the window. It was beautiful, so thick, so long, sooo long since I had made love to it. I gently placed my palm against his cock and firmly rubbed it into his stomach. I felt the warm drop of pre-cum under my palm. I then hunched down and slid my mouth over the head, gently sucking it in. I firmly grabbed the base of his now 9” cock and began to suck him. Within 4 or 5 strokes I had him almost all the way in and began sucking him expertly. I felt a slight jump of his body and a sleepy, “Oh fuck” escape his mouth.

Jack’s hand found my head and pushed my face all the way down his rock hard shaft as he thrust upward with his hips. “Okay mother fucker, if you’re going to do this, make sure you suck it good.” I now knew that I had Jack right where I wanted him. I bobbed on his fat knob for several minutes, until my jaw began to get tired. I then pulled my head out of his crotch and slid my body up his. Instinctively his arms wrapped around my back and our hips ground together.

“Oooh, Jack, baby, I want to feel all of you tonight. I want that big hard cock up my ass. I want to feel your strong hands hold my shoulders while you drive your hips into my ass cheeks. I’ve missed you so much!” Jack pulled my head down and our lips met. His sweet tongue separated my lips and drove into my mouth. We kissed and rubbed and humped each other feverishly as our bodies responded to the years of separation and the memory of even more years of making love.

Jack’s hard cock began rubbing up the crack of my ass and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I turned and remounted so that we were 69ing. I again took his cock into my mouth and worshipped his long hot phallus. Jack licked my crotch, my cock and my balls. Soon he was rimming me, pulling my ass cheeks apart with his hands and tongue fucking my hot hole. We lubed each other up generously. Jack pulled his face away from my hot hole and said, “Aw right man, slide on down to my cock, I need to feel your insides again. I wanna fuck you so bad.”

I did as I was instructed, sliding down and grabbing the base of his rock hard prick. I pointed it towards my hole and sat down on it. I could feel it bend under me as the fat head slowly drove in. Slowly it drove up my hole, me driving my hips down and Jack forcing his up to meet mine. Slowly Jack invaded me, pausing and then driving more into my tight yet eager hole. Grunts expelled from Jack’s throat as a cry mixed with a moan rushed from my throat. Jack was deep enough into me so that I could let go of his fat cock and rested them on my thighs. My back was to Jack’s face and I felt his big and strong hands grab my hips. I began to rock up and down on him as he pumped my ass.

“Oh yeah baby, fuck me real good like you always do.”

“Yeah, take my cock, feel me inside you. Daddy’s gonna take care of you tonight baby. Ooooh, you’re so hot.” With that, Jack pumped his hips and drove his cock all the way into my ass, his cock throbbing inside me. The pleasure of him ramming it home made me arch my back in ecstasy. Jack pumped me deeply several times, each time causing a wave of electricity and fire to run through my body.

Jack’s strong hands roamed up my sides while he raised himself into a nearly sitting position. His strong hands found my pecs, massaging and pinching my nipples. His arms wrapped around my chest and slowly lowered us to the bed, making my thigh muscles strain as my calves where still pinned under me. I knew what he was going to do, so I slowly slid my calves out from under me, one at a time. I was now lying on top of Jack, with us front to back. Jack’s hand now grabbed my raging hard cock and squeezed tightly. A moan escaped my throat as I heard Jack whisper in my ear, “Yeah, you like my hand on you don’t you baby?”

“Oh God,” was all I could say while Jack pumped my ass and pumped my cock at the same time. Jack’s legs then wrapped around mine, his left arm wrapping around my chest and rolled us over while he continued to stroke me. Again, Jack’s 9” pole drove itself deeply into me as we rolled, sending another electrical wave through me. Jack never stopped his pumping of my ass, no matter what he was doing to me. It was like his hips had a life of their own, freeing the rest of his body to manipulate me in such a way that we both floated on a cloud of pleasure.

While he lay on top of me, slowly driving his cock into my guts, he kissed my neck and back, stoking my cock. He then pulled me backwards into him while driving into me, forcing us up into a doggie-style position. Now his left hand roamed my chest again, his right stroking me, his mouth chewing on my neck and shoulders and his massive cock rubbing itself all over my insides. My whole body was electrified. I could feel his cock begin to throb again as he pushed into me, holding and then slowly pulling back.

I panted and moaned loudly while Jack grunted. His pace began to quicken and I knew he was going to shoot his load soon. With a mighty thrust his cock dove into my deepest regions, his hips melding into my ass cheeks, plugging me as far as I could be plugged. My own cock throbbed in his tight grip, a loud groan churning forward and a loud, “Ah FUCK!” escaping Jack’s urgent lips. Together we released our seed, his deep into my guts, mine all over the bed. Sweat dripped with our cum, our breathing hard and ragged, our bodies quivering in delight. The electricity passing between our bodies was immense, our souls in union, our rapture divine.

Jack pumped the last few drops of his jizz into my hole, my cock dripping and softening in his hand, our bodies falling forward onto the cum soaked sheets. Jack’s cock slowly withdrew, pulsing with the beat of his heart, our breath returning to normal. After a few minutes of bathing in the after glow with Jack laying on top of me he removed his hand from under me, pulled his now soft cock out of me and rolled over onto his back.

Instinctively, my arm reached out for him and slid across his sweat drenched chest, finding a nipple to tweak. I turned my head to look at him, and our eyes met and knew that our love for each other was still intact. I nestled up to him and softly kissed his shoulder, driving my flaccid cock and balls into his hip. After a few more quiet minutes I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up my ass, which now had copious globs of cum dribbling out of it. I then proceeded back to the bed with a warm, soapy washcloth and a towel and cleaned off Jack’s cock, covered in the mousse of my love tunnel. From the bed I threw the washcloth and towel back into the bedroom and lay down next to Jack.

“Too long...too fuckin’ long,” was all Jack said. We again held each other and dozed off to sleep. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, glad not only that I had just executed my plan to get Jack to fuck me, but more importantly, that our bond and love was rekindled.

When I awoke in the morning, I was still curled up with Jack--his naked body shinning in the morning light, his hard cock throbbing against his stomach with the beat of his heart. We fucked and made love several times that day, not even bothering to get dressed. There was no need to talk about “it”, we just both knew that we were back together, reveling in our long lost love.