Dale, despite all the people he could have, had chosen him.
Something about Dale drew Adrian to him. His lopsided smile and crooked teeth (why had he not noticed those before?) gave him a type of goofy charm that Adrian now realized was part of his appeal for so many people. That smile manifested in a tangible way Dale’s friendly, outgoing and confident spirit.
“You ready?”
Adrian nodded.
Dale went and stood in front of him, motionless. He did nothing more than look into Adrian’s eyes. No reaching to run his fingers through Adrian’s hair. No grabbing his hands and caressing them. Not one touch. Just him gazing into Adrian’s eyes. Measuring him. Waiting for him to make a move.
Being so near to Dale in his near-naked glory ignited a chemical reaction. This close Adrian could smell the faint linger of apple shampoo as it competed with the coconut and strawberry candles to freshen the space between them. This close he could raise a finger and collide with Dale’s strong, washboard abs. This close he could see the tiny freckles dotting his creamy, white chest. This close he could . . .
Adrian found himself leaning into Dale, mesmerized by his eyes. Dale’s gaze was steady. His sapphire eyes bore into Adrian’s soul to capture his very essence. They held him captive, pulling him forward against the will of his brain screaming to back away. They caressed and stroked his ego so gently the noise in his head became a distant whisper.
Adrian lowered his mouth until he was so close he could taste Dale’s breath. It tasted of the sweet wine they had drunk earlier. Adrian took a long drag of his scent while he fortified his resolve. He pushed on before he could chicken out, and pressed hesitantly against the soft barrier between them. Dale’s lips against his broke the power of his gaze. Adrian closed his eyes.
And kissed him.
The tenderness with which Dale kissed was sedative. His patience eased Adrian’s qualms and doubts to sleep. There was no urgency. He allowed Adrian to explore his newfound desires without any more pressure than the bridled passion with which his tongue searched Adrian’s mouth.
Dale probed deep inside, finding and wrapping his silky tongue with Adrian’s, sucking and tugging as if to consume his very soul not from the heart, but through a palate so sensitive it could discern with the slightest taste sweet from sour; love from lust.
Adrian was dimly aware of his heart pounding with anticipation.
Dale wrapped him in a tight, intimate embrace. Adrian’s brain wanted to protest still, but his body refused, awash in and overwhelmed by excitement. His whispering mind was too weak to drown the roar of adrenaline in his veins.
Adrian raised his arms to return the embrace but could muster only enough strength to reach Dale’s waist, where his hands fell to rest.
Dale’s hands roamed his body, touching him in sensitive places Adrian had no idea existed on a man: the small of his back, his nipples. Then he lifted Adrian’s chin and kissed him below his Adam’s apple. Adrian shuddered and let slip an involuntary sigh.
Dale had aroused him so fully his penis had broken through his thin, undergarment barrier and was poking up against his stomach. He was so stiff his shaft and balls ached from the slight brush of Dale’s fingers against him.
Somewhere in a haze of desire, he thought if there was ever a time for turning back, it was here and now. This was his chance to take control if he dared to break the moment. Break the spell. If he didn’t stop now, there would be no turning back.
But he was too transfixed to do anything except follow Dale’s lead.
Dale guided Adrian to his bed. He caressed Adrian’s cheek and rested his hands on Adrian’s thumping chest. Then, with a glint in his eyes, he pushed Adrian backward. Adrian bounced from the impact, the push so abrupt he hadn’t a second to react. Before he could recover, Dale crawled on top of him.
Dale straddled him as Adrian had earlier and Adrian propped himself up on his elbows.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” said Dale softly.
“I want,” breathed Adrian.
Dale leaned forward to kiss Adrian again, this time much less restrictive with his passion. Then Dale tugged at the bottom of Adrian’s shirt and Adrian froze. He grabbed Dale by the wrist. “Wait. My loose skin is . . . not very attractive. The belly sacks are the hardest to get rid of.”
“You’re beautiful,” whispered Dale. “All of you. And I want to caress every part of your body with my tongue.”
Dale stripped the flowing shirt off Adrian. Adrian’s heart pounded so fast he was certain Dale could feel the vibration against his own chest as they leaned into each other.
He pulled the T-shirt over Adrian’s head and dragged a finger tenderly across Adrian's mountainous pecs, finding his way down the path of the surgical scars and folded skin until his fingers rested at the valley of his belly.
Then, to Adrian's surprise, Dale gathered handfuls of the loose skin and kissed it gently. He sucked mouthfuls of the flab into his mouth, nibbling hungrily. He ran his tongue over the skin, fitted it into his cheeks like winter nuts, pushed it as far to the back of his throat as he could manage before a warning cough brought Adrian's hands down on Dale's head to lift him up.
Gazing at Adrian with a wicked gleam in his eyes, Dale pulled his towel away and rose to stick his hardened dick between the folds of the sacks of skin. He held the handfuls of flesh like breasts and pushed in, slowly at first but then faster, deeper into the warm heart of Adrian's belly, moaning and sighing as Adrian watched with mouth agape.
"I want to you fuck me just like this," Dale commanded. "Hard, without mercy. Don't hold back, baby. Take out all your anger on my ass. Can you do that?"
Adrian nodded.
Dale pulled down the sweats obscuring the hardened girth between Adrian's legs.
Adrian shivered when Dale ran his hand over his belly and stopped on his cock. He squeezed it lightly and rubbed the mushroom head. Adrian felt the sensation as he groped downwards and held his balls in his hand. Dale gave it a light squeeze, soliciting another sigh of pleasure from Adrian. Then the grip became viselike, a python coiling itself around its human prey, squeezing tighter and tighter until the blood rushed to the tip of his dick and threatened to burst. Adrian felt pain, but it was bearable and increased his arousal. It ignited a mad sensation he had never experienced, not even with a girl.
As Dale stroked and pumped his swollen dick, he leaned forward and kissed Adrian once again. Despite his heavy breathing, Dale seemed reserved, as if he were taking it slow for the benefit of Adrian because it was his first time with a man.
Dale took his time exploring Adrian’s body with his lips: first pecking him on the chin, then alternating between kisses and licks down his throat, across his chest, hovering above his nipples and lashing them with his tongue, pulling them into his mouth with his lips and then biting softly.
Adrian moaned and brought his hands up and drew a fingernail from between Dale’s shoulder blades down to the small of his back. Dale arched his back and rocked on Adrian’s lap, slow and sensual, with the type of desire and affection Adrian had never experienced from a lap dance at any strip club. There was a ravenous hunger in Dale’s eyes, his pupils wide and mesmerizing, like a deep blue sea. Adrian was going to cure him of that hunger tonight.
Cure both of their hunger.
Adrian traced the contours of Dale’s back, moving down to feel the heat emanating from his naked buttocks, two soft yet firm mounds which he gripped in both hands and pulled apart roughly. Dale yelped, and Adrian felt emboldened to explore further, searching for and pressing his pudgy middle finger against Dale’s hole.
“More,” whispered Dale, his lips trembling. Or was that Adrian’s own trembling arms shaking him as he spoke?
Adrian dug deeper into Dale’s ass, pushing and pulling, stretching the hole wider to accommodate another finger. Between them, Dale’s cock responded with a thump as it pressed against Adrian’s stomach in its full, massive glory.
Dale
’s kisses intensified as he made his way back to Adrian’s nipples and sucked at them greedily. Another moan escaped him, but to Adrian’s ears, it sounded as if both his and Dale’s lust had mingled together in one orgasmic echo, as Dale too, moaned with that intense hunger again.
Adrian moved one hand to Dale’s cock and it bucked while he used the other hand to finger as deep as his digit would go inside Dale’s hole. He took Dale’s cock and stroked it gently, moving his bear-like palms upward and downward. He was holding another guy’s cock and it felt good; natural.
Dale disengaged from Adrian’s nipples and his kisses traveled down his chest, across the scars and over the extra skin, stopping momentarily at Adrian’s navel. As he traversed Adrian’s torso, his ass rose high into the air, mesmerizing Adrian with eager thoughts of being deep inside his new friend.
Then the tip of Dale’s tongue kissed the mushroom knob of Adrian’s dick, lapping at the dripping pre-cum, and he lost concentration. His body bucked and squirmed while Dale tugged on the head and gave it playful lashes with his tongue. It was only when Adrian starting gasping for breath and grabbed Dale by the sides of his head and guided him downward that Dale finally engulfed his throbbing cock with his mouth.
The moist heat of Dale’s mouth threatened to send Adrian to a premature finish. There was something about the warmth of his mouth and the way he handled his cock as he sucked it, sometimes flicking his tongue around the mushroom gland or using his thumb and forefinger to massage it before returning it to his mouth.
He bobbed his head rapidly, demonstrating an expertise Adrian knew he couldn’t match. He had thought Dale was joking before, but now he was certain he had genuinely earned the nickname Deeper Throat. His warm, blue eyes remained fixed on Adrian, seeking approval perhaps or maybe just admiring his own skill, for Adrian was shuddering in ecstasy as he watched this beautiful man fill his mouth up with his meat.
Dale pulled the cock from his mouth and smacked his lips. He grinned. “Like that, slugger?”
Dale didn’t wait for a response. Maybe he didn’t expect one, and rightly so. Adrian could barely catch his breath when Dale dove back onto his cock and impaled his own throat repeatedly.
The tender initiation was over. No longer slow and reserved, Dale sucked Adrian’s dick with loud, piggish slurps. He swirled his tongue around the purplish mushroom cap, darting it now and again inside the wide slit, and then gobbling the shaft whole until his nose was buried into the base of Adrian’s groin, surrounded by his ample bush.
“Fuucck,” Adrian moaned. “Fuck yeah. Oh fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Dale removed Adrian’s dick from his mouth and scampered up his body. His cock waved in front of Adrian for a moment, but he kept climbing until he was squatting over Adrian, his puckered asshole pulsating in his face.
“Eat my ass, Addy.”
After gentle prodding, Dale lowered his ass and Adrian stretched his neck to press his tongue against the pink anal sphincter. Dale grunted savagely and pressed his ass down against Adrian’s mouth. Adrian lapped at the hole more aggressively, scraping the contracting ring with the tiny bumps on the upper part of his tongue, forcing incoherent utterances from Dale’s throat as seizure-like spasms rocked his body.
Adrian’s freed hands moved to cup his balls and stroke his cock as he immersed himself in Dale’s aroma—the scent of the apple shower gel he’d bought at the boutique faint but fragrant. His tongue traced the line that ran from Dale’s asshole to his balls and back again to shove itself into his scrumptious asshole. Adrian licked, sucked and chewed on it while Dale’s beautiful moans filled his ears.
Adrian lapped at Dale’s ass until Dale’s cries of ecstasy reached a crescendo. Then he guided Dale to his lap, his cock eager and standing in a straight salute, as rigid as Adrian stood in his batter’s box.
His hole slathered with spit, Dale lowered himself back to Adrian’s cock and sat with the bulbous head resting against his asshole. He rocked on it, back and worth, inching his way onto Adrian’s dick.
Adrian grabbed Dale at the waist and thrust his hips upward while forcing Dale’s ass down onto his throbbing cock.
“Ahhh!” Dale yawped. “Fuck me, that hurt!”
He giggled and sank fully onto Adrian’s dick. Then he rose gradually and plunged again; rose and plunged, up and down, faster and faster, again and again.
“Oh, damn Adrian!” He paused and sat still for a moment while Adrian enjoyed the tight, warm grip of Dale’s muscles clenched around his pole.
“Fuck me, Addy,” he whispered.
“Come here,” growled Adrian. He grabbed Dale by the neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Then, with one powerful arm, he flipped Dale onto his stomach and hopped up behind him. Dale’s beautiful, bare ass lay there enticingly, no jockstrap to obscure even a sliver of the tempting booty exposed before him. It was his for the taking, to pummel with sweet torture and bring them to an earth-shattering orgasm. Adrian wanted that for Dale as much as for himself.
He grabbed that tiny model’s waist and hitched Dale up onto his knees so that his ass was level with his crotch. He gazed at the darker pink inside of Dale’s hole, stretched open by his thick cock, but swiftly shrinking to a close again.
Pulling Dale to him, he rammed his dick inside, taking mad pleasure in Dale’s sudden cries of pain and ecstasy. He braced himself by grabbing Dale’s hips and used them to steer his ass forward and backward as he thrust his dick in and out of that gaping pink rosebud, drilling deeper with each stab.
Sweat poured down Adrian’s face. He thought about all the dumb jokes Dale had ever mentioned while he was up to bat, the taunts of guys drilling Adrian’s ass or shoving dildos up his chute. Yet, with each memory, rather than the usual annoyance he always felt, he felt a heightened sense of arousal.
He thought of the winning game the other day, how Dale had joked about Adrian choking on his bat. And as the memory of Dale’s teasing voice flooded him, his thrusts became harder.
“You want this dick?” He drove his cock as deep as his hips would allow him, slamming again and again into his one-time nemesis’s ass, banging his body against Dale’s with loud, sticky thumps. “I told you I was gonna shove my bat up your ass!”
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” Dale urged. “Punish me, Addy!”
The bed shook violently as adrenaline pumped through Adrian’s veins. He quickened his thrusts and the pummeling he threw into Dale’s ass intensified. With each smack, Dale let out pleasurable squeals of encouragement between demands for more, harder!
“Haaah!” Dale murmured when Adrian struck a tender spot. “Umph, faster,” he rasped.
Adrian’s grunts swelled from breathless utterances to a thundering roar as he approached the point of no return. He flipped Dale onto his back and spread his legs wide to allow himself access to dive deep, his hips rising high enough to pull his dick to the edge of Dale’s hole before falling back to smash against Dale’s prostate over and over again.
Adrian’s heartbeat tripled and a sudden volt surged through his body. His breathing was ragged, his skin tingled, and his legs trembled, threatening to toss him over the precipice of pure ecstasy. He felt that his lungs would burst if he didn’t release the pent-up energy right now. For a brief moment his muscles locked up, his eyes rolled back, and his mind went dark. Then a thousand colorful lights exploded in Adrian’s head and he went over the cliff.
With a final shudder, his balls constricted and Adrian shot load after load of cum deep inside Dale’s ass.
Drained of ejaculate yet not of energy, Adrian continued to pound away while Dale jerked his dick in a frenzy. The closer he neared ejaculation the more rapid he stroked. Adrian matched the pace as beads of sweat rolled down his back and into his asscrack. His chest heaved with each huff in rhythm with Dale’s puffs. He gazed down on Dale’s damp, glowing face with wonder. Dale’s eyes were closed and lips slightly parted to allow the exhale of all his desires. And then they clamped shut and his eyes snapped
open to reveal the most haunting look of pleasure Adrian had ever seen.
A second later Dale unleashed his own jizz all over his stomach and his head collapsed on the pillows behind him. Adrian slumped forward into the splooge as he draped his hulking body across Dale.
Adrian’s cock quivered inside Dale’s ass. He enjoyed the sensation, the loosening of Dale’s anal muscles unclenching and releasing Adrian’s dick as he pulled out and returned Dale’s smile.
“Dale.” He stared down into those doe-like eyes, caught in them again like headlights.
Dale gazed up at Adrian with his eyes dreamy and content. His face was flushed crimson with passion.
“Addy,” he whispered. But he, too, said nothing more. He reached up and caressed Adrian’s face.
Adrian rolled over and they laid side by side. He turned his head and their lips met and parted to give way to their searching tongues, battling once more for supremacy.
Their tongues intertwined. Adrian shut his eyes and savored the taste of Dale, uncertain what would come next now that they had consummated the evolved friendship.
His chest burned with joy. Dale had sparked a fire within him. A flame Adrian hadn’t known was there all along, waiting for the right person to come and fan it. The bond he felt was strong, an attraction beyond physical that he hadn’t understood before.
He understood it now. It made sex something more than a trite exchange of carnal need. Sex became something special and more memorable.
Something magical.
Chapter 15: The Morning After
The rich aroma of brewing coffee prompted Adrian to open his eyes. He glanced to his side only to discover the bed empty. He raised his head and saw Dale in the kitchen, bustling about with breakfast. He was stark naked save for an apron tied around his waist, which left his round, tight ass exposed and enticing.
Adrian still marveled at how Dale could possess such a mesmerizing body. His creamy skin glistened and his back was sturdy in all the right places. The muscles rippling across his back gave him the appearance of a Greek god.
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