He asked about my kids and I told him about my three.
Tanner plated our dinners, compete with a parsley, and lemon wedge garnish, and I sniffed the air. “Wow, that smells incredible!”
Tanner shrugged. “It’s all just following directions.”
“I need to start learning to cook more. I can grill, boil water, and microwave. You’re gonna have to show me how to do something like this,” I said.
Over dinner, Tanner shared with me some of his cooking disasters as well as his best accomplishments. He promised to teach me some when we were back in California…
Back in California… The thought terrified me. In the confines of my house, it made sense. Here, in Chicago, it made sense. Was I really certain about this…us…who I was becoming? So much was at stake.
“I have to apologize,” Tanner said. “I didn’t have any real…plans…for dessert. Any… ideas?” He leaned over and swiped a drop of sauce that apparently sat at the corner of my mouth. He brought the drop of sauce to his mouth and sucked on his finger with a wicked smirk.
He was so sexy. And begging for it. Last night, pre Sarah call, came flooding to the front of my mind. His mouth on my dick. The indescribable orgasm. I was suddenly hungry…not for more food, but for ‘dessert’.
“Help me with the dishes,” he said smirking.
The two of us got busy. I rolled up my sleeves, cleared the table, and loaded the dishwasher; while Tanner scrubbed the pans, he’d used to cook. I’d been doing my own dishes for a few months now, but it was borderline fun doing the clean up with Tanner.
I almost started to feel melancholy about being the cause for my marriage breaking up, but when Tanner wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered, “Thank you,” in my ear, I realized my marriage would have failed anyway. This was where I was supposed to be.
Tanner pulled me in tight, keeping his lips on my ear, and neck, as he slow walked us from the kitchen area to the living room area. He walked around me to stand in front of me and looked me in the eye.
“Why do you have to be so sexy?” he asked, his face only a few inches from mine.
“Me?” I practically squeaked. He was the beautiful one here. I wasn’t bad, but he was sex on legs.
“Yes you. Your eyes…this hair,” he said sweeping his hand through my admittedly great hair for a forty-five year old man. His hand ran down the back of my head and secured my neck. He pulled me toward him and placed his lips on my cheek. “You have this dimple right here. And,” he moved his lips lower, “this jaw drives me insane.” The hand that had been at my waist slid to my lower back, half on my ass, and pulled our hips together. I knew my cock was at full mast, but when he rubbed his erection against mine, I got even harder. How had I never had a clue? “And the way you smell…” he inhaled deeply. “It outta be outlawed.”
His mouth claimed mine and our tongues mingled, as my hands, which had been on his hips, smoothed up his back. Feeling his muscles bunch under my fingers drove me insane. When I reached the top of his back, I curled my fingers around the sculpted shoulders. Tanner groaned into my mouth sending shockwaves of desire through my system.
Tanner’s hands slid from my back and neck and got to work at untucking my shirt and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons. My hands went to work on his shirt like he was doing to me, but impatience got the better of me. I didn’t unbutton them all, rather, I pulled the fabric of both his button-down and undershirt up over his head, breaking our kiss only to discard the shirt, and fill my lungs with much needed air.
Tanner’s enthusiasm quickly matched mine and he gave up on the buttons and ripped the shirt open sending the last two buttons bouncing and skidding across his floor. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he apologized.
He pushed the fabric over my shoulders and down my arms. He ran his hands over my chest and down to the hem of my undershirt. His touch through the fabric was hot enough, but I desperately wanted the skin-to-skin. I reached over my head and pulled off the white cotton. The way he sucked in his breath when my chest was exposed made me feel incredibly sexy.
“Yeah, my chest is nothing compared to yours,” I said, feeling bold. I stepped toward him and ran my fingers lightly over his pecs and nipples. I watched him ball his fists as I explored his flesh. My hands continued their journey down over his incredible abs, and the inscription he had inked there. “Let all that you do be done in Love.” I leaned in and kissed him, my hands on the waistband of his jeans.
He placed his hands on my wrists, stopping the undoing of his belt. “Not here,” he whispered. “I’m sorry about last night. It should have been more special.” He didn’t remove my hands from the area, rather he held them there, and walked us from the living area.
We traveled kissing and shuffling along the floor to a dark hallway. “I think this is where we were when we were interrupted last night,” he said. “But somehow, I like being here now, better than when we were here last night.”
I had to agree. What we’d been through together last night, the miracle of life, fused a bond between us, despite the doubt I was having earlier today. And tonight the connection we were making felt more vested and more natural. “I can’t wait to finish what we started,” I said, as I kissed his neck and shoulder.
Tanner pressed me up against the wall, his six foot plus frame breathing heavily as he ground his hips into mine and dropped his head into my shoulder. Fuck! I wanted our pants off like yesterday. Gone.
“I just want this to be so right,” he whispered, his voice small. He pulled back and searched my soul through.
“I want to be nowhere else in the world,” I assured him, my whisper only slightly louder than his. “Let’s go to your room.”
His eyes closed and he rested his forehead against mine. I could tell he was trying to slow his breathing. He brought his hands down my arms, and entwined his fingers with mine. Kissing me gently, walking backwards, and dragging me seductively down the hall.
Tanner’s room had the same simply masculine flair that claimed the rest of the condo; dark colors with punches of wood and white. The king-sized bed in the center of the far wall was the punch of white in here. The last of the evening sun was coming through the west facing windows casting an amber glow on Tanner’s face. I had been certain that he couldn’t get any more handsome. I was wrong. He took my breath away.
With a sexy-as-fuck smile, Tanner reached for the front of my pants. Almost roughly, he undid them, and shoved them over my ass and cock. My dick sprung free and bounced in front of me, practically straining while it reached out to Tanner. I looked Tanner squarely in the face, and undid his jeans, similarly freeing his cock. As much as I wanted to look down at it, I loved what I was seeing in Tanner’s eyes. Lust, hunger, and—something that looked like surrender.
He stepped forward, cupped the back of my head, and brought his mouth to my lips. Instantly my mouth opened to his and his soft yet urgent tongue snaked over mine. The heat from his body washed over me and we weren’t even touching. Unable to stand that small distance between the two of us, I stepped into him. Skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest, and holy fuck yes! Cock-to-cock, we both moaned into the kiss. I clung to Tanner, our dicks pinned between our bodies and pulsing side-by-side. Tanner reached in between us, and taking hold of both our cocks, he stroked them gently together. The sensation of that had me trembling with excitement. I loved how Tanner took control. He was so sexy and confident. Granted, I was a total newbie, but there was something about his boldness that I knew I would do anything he asked.
Remembering that we were essentially picking up where we left off last night, I broke our kiss to consume his jaw, then neck. I wiggled my slacks down then kicked them off to the side, and continued to worship the incredible body before me. He smelled so fucking good, musky yet clean. I enjoyed every square inch of his body with either my hands or my mouth as I worked myself to my knees and face to “face” with the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. It was about the same size as mine, but had a s
light up-curve to it.
Looking up at Tanner, with him looking down adoringly at me, I pushed his jeans further to his knees and ran my hands up his thighs admiring how truly powerfully they were. I took hold of his proud penis with one hand, and brought my other hand around to his perfect ass. My heart was pounding in my ears and thudding against the inside of my ribcage. Right here, right now, I was about to seal the deal with my ‘exploration’ into the gay side of me. I had imagined this moment, and was uncertain, but now that I was here, surrounded by Tanner’s delicious scent, and his caring face, I had no doubt whatsoever. I smiled up at Tanner then slowly closed my mouth around the head of his dick. Running my tongue over the spongy head first, I then started to take as much of him in my mouth as I could. Tanner hissed and brought a hand to my hair.
“Fuck!” he exhaled. “So good. Too good.” He closed his eyes while I waited, savoring the taste and feel, so foreign, yet so familiar. His cock twitched in my hand and Tanner’s ass clenched like he was holding off, not wanting to come so soon. I knew the feeling. He slowly let out a breath and opened his eyes to look at me again. His cock twitched as soon as our eyes locked.
I slowly pulled back just to the tip and flicked the sensitive slit then back down and along the seam under the bottom of his cock. His fist clenched my hair and the fire that burned in his eyes spoke volumes. I lowered my mouth down his shaft again, slowly breathing through my nose. I found a rhythm and closed my eyes, gone to the overwhelming sensations that washed over and threatened to drown me. Tanner’s scent. Tanner’s heat. Tanner’s breaths and moans.
As much as I wanted to reach down and grab my own throbbing cock, I was really getting into it and picked up my pace. I moved my hand to Tanner’s balls, gently fondling the now tighter sac. I felt his cock pulse and swell. It was ‘go’ time. Was I going to swallow? I wasn’t given time to think about that. Tanner pulled my head off his cock and I watched dazed and entranced as he fisted his dick and spurted all over my chest, while he let out a low, guttural, manly-as-fuck groan.
He flopped back onto the bed, panting. He patted the bed for me to join him. I pulled his jeans off his legs then climbed onto the bed.
“Were you just yankin’ my chain about never being with a guy before? Because that was… that was… wow!”
I started to laugh. “You were inspirational,” I simply said.
He laughed with me, and then rolled onto his side to look at me. His eyes trailed down to the cum that he’d shot all over my chest. “You’re a mess,” he said quietly.
“I’m your mess,” I corrected him.
“Touché.” He reached over to the side table, grabbed a tissue and cleaned up the afore mentioned mess. “You know, if this was your mess, I’d lick it up.” His bold comment made my cock leap, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the man gleaming down at me with his blue-green eyes. Tossing the tissue aside, he rolled on top of me, and rubbed his still semi-hard cock on my achingly hard one.
He ground his hips into mine, undoubtedly feeling my straining wood, as he kissed me. His kisses then lowered to my jaw then my neck. He took special attention at my chest, laving and nipping at my nipples. Hell! How did I not know I like my nipples played with? Maybe I only liked it when Tanner did it. Then he moved further down, kissing my abs, or at least that region. I needed to start working out more. Tanner needs me to have a six-pack. Or at least a four-pack.
Kneeling between my legs, Tanner dragged his tongue down that furry little trail of hair from my navel to my reawakened epicenter. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better view. He glanced up at me; a wicked crooked grin slapped on his face as he pinned my hips down with his strong hands and took nearly my entire cock in his mouth.
I gasped and my head dropped back. He gave my hips a quick squeeze and I looked down at him. He hollowed out his cheeks and I felt the immediate suction on my dick with his tongue curving around the whole length…like a hotdog in a bun. I gripped the bedding under me and bit down on my lip, willing myself not to come…not yet. Tanner pulled back then consumed me again and back up. This time when he got to the tip, he did this swirly thing with his tongue and brought a hand up to my exposed shaft to give a gentle stroke and twist.
My eyes started to close as I began to succumb to the intense pleasure, but the hand that was still on my hip squeezed. I looked back down at Tanner, who hadn’t taken his eyes off my face. Locking eyes, he took the hand from my hip and reached down to cup my balls. The way Tanner worked my dick and balls was the most intense pleasure I could imagine. I’d never been one for oral sex. Then again, it was never like this. The hand that Tanner had on my balls shifted and it moved back pressing on that space just behind my sac, while squeezing the base of my dick tighter. He knew just what to do to stave off my release. The excitement was painfully building though and I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to hold out.
Through the fog of sexual bliss, I noticed Tanner’s hand move again…not the one on my dick keeping my orgasm at bay, the other one, and it was headed for my backside. Gently, he rubbed a finger over my puckered little hole. A riot of anxiety and excitement built up rapidly and threatened to overtake me. Tanner must have seen my eyes widen and he didn’t push things further, but he did keep his attentions to that spot. God, I wanted it badly, but I couldn’t find the words. I was breathing so hard that I feared I would pass out.
Tanner must have seen that I was reaching the end of my reserve. He doubled his efforts and slipped the tip of his finger in my ass as he sucked for dear life and released his restrictive hold on my dick. My hips shot up off the bed and into the back of his mouth, my hands numb from gripping the sheets. I growled my release as Tanner sucked and massaged at my cock, taking every drop that I had.
I laid back and tried to get my breathing and heart rate under control. The room was now nearly dark, just moonlight and streetlights giving off enough to see what was going on.
CHAPTER 20
It felt like I had fallen asleep, and maybe I did, but I came to with Tanner tugging my hand.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” The thought of a shower, and washing Tanner off of me, kind of had me sad, but he was right. Walking around with dried cum on my chest wasn’t exactly ‘me’. I took his hand and followed him to the bathroom, watching his tight, smooth bare ass. He reached in and turned on the water adjusting the temperature.
He turned to one of the double sinks and opened a drawer. He handed me a packaged toothbrush. I looked at him questioningly. Did he keep a stash for the guys he had over? “You just keep a spare?”
He laughed and smiled at me. “I always keep the ones the dentist gives you. I must have a hundred.” He opened the bottom drawer and sure enough, there were at least a couple dozen of the standard Oral-B toothbrushes along with the trial size toothpaste the dentists send you home with. I admired his dental hygiene and it certainly explained his dazzling smile.
He handed me the toothpaste after he put it on his electric toothbrush and got busy. And there we stood. Two naked men, brushing our teeth, while the room filled with steam. We finished, and Tanner held the door open to the shower for me. I smiled as I stepped in, and he stepped in behind me and closed the door.
His body right behind mine had me wide awake again. Gently he urged me under the large waterfall shower-head to get wet, and then he pushed me aside so that he could wet himself down. I stood in awe watching the water sluice over his ripped body. Yup. I was definitely going to join a rec soccer league if I could get a body like that.
Reaching behind me, his impressive chest rubbing on mine and making my cock twitch, he grabbed the shower gel. Tanner set the bottle aside and rubbed the gel in his hands. I smiled as the scent filled the small space. Tanner’s scent. He started at my shoulders, lathering my skin with a tender and hopelessly seductive touch. My fingers tingled, eager to touch him in the same way. When he was done washing me, I filled my hands with the gel and washed him as he washed me. Slowly, carefully, we washed each othe
r. We didn’t talk. He only kissed me lightly, once when he turned off the water. This was not intended to be a sexual experience, but it was very sensual. We were caring for one another. God! It felt, in a word, amazing.
We quietly dried off, and I followed his towel-wrapped body back to his room.
I reached for my clothes, all crumpled on the floor, to dress and head back to my hotel, but Tanner tossed me a pair of boxers and said, “I can’t have you naked in my bed. Neither of us will get sleep, and one of us has a big game tomorrow.” He pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs, walked over to the bed, and turned down the covers.
I should have passed. I should have thanked him for the loan of clean underwear, put them on and gone back to my hotel. However, one look at Tanner’s face, and I knew where I was going to be spending the night. Groggily, I climbed into the bed. Tanner pulled up the covers. He draped an arm around me, kissed my lips softly, and said, “G’nite.”
I awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. The room was bright with sunlight. I stretched feeling like I’d just had the best night of sleep in my entire life. I peeked open an eye and looked around. Smiling to myself, I recognized Tanner’s bedroom. The clock on the side table said it was already almost seven. I couldn’t be sure, but I was fairly certain we’d gone to “bed” around nine-thirty last night. Was it possible I’d slept almost ten hours? My similarities to a teenager version of me were truly astounding. I sat up and looked around. I didn’t have a great look at the room last night and now took it all in. The simplicity of the decorating in the rest of the condo continued into this room. Not much artwork. An abstract piece, a poster of Beijing, and a life-sized cutout of Tanner in an Umbro ad.
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