Lowell raised both hands and held the sides of my head as he kissed me passionately. Before I could catch a breath, he began trailing his lips down the side of my neck. My heart began to pound.
I said, “You seem to know what you want.”
He moaned softly against my collar bone and whispered, “I want you.”
Simultaneously we reached out and began unbuttoning each other’s softball jerseys. I traced the little wisps of dark curly hair in the center of Lowell’s chest with my fingertips while he pushed my jersey off one shoulder and kissed my left pec. I hissed softly when his tongue touched the nipple.
Briefly able to regain my voice, I asked, “Upstairs?”
He pushed my jersey off both shoulders and let it drop to the floor while he whispered, “MmmHmmm.”
Lowell grabbed my wrist and tugged me through the living room to follow him up the stairs to my bedroom. We only made it halfway before he turned to me to kiss once more, and we slowly lowered ourselves to sitting on the steps.
Lowell lost his shirt, too, somewhere along the way, and he was splayed out against the steps. With a wicked smile, he gripped my hair and pulled my face to the crotch of his uniform pants. I inhaled the mixture of musk and sweat. It brought my cock fully to attention and I pressed my lips to the fabric sucking gently and planting kisses along the length of Lowell’s cock.
“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ good,” growled Lowell. He didn’t release his grip on my hair and instead pushed harder grinding my face into both cock and balls.
Then he pulled back on my head, and I stared up at him. I swear that I saw flames of lust in his dark brown eyes. I smiled and said, “You taste good.”
I watched his chest heave as he tried to catch a breath and say, “You’re gonna drive me fuckin’ insane, Sven.” Then he pulled me forward and we kissed once again. He sucked fiercely on my tongue.
I asked, “The rest of the way to the bedroom?”
Lowell laughed asking, “Don’t you like awkward sex on the staircase?”
“I like any kind of sex with you, but yeah, it’s more comfortable up there.”
Lowell gripped my hand with his right and then pulled himself upright against the banister with his left. He said, “Let’s go.”
I scrambled to my feet and followed behind. Our uniform pants were secured with buttons and Lowell’s hands were at them as soon as we stepped through the bedroom door. A shudder of excitement swept through my body. I kicked off my cleats and in seconds I was standing naked with my cock at full alert.
I sat down on the bed and said, “You should be naked, too.”
“You want to see it?” asked Lowell.
I growled, “Fuck, yeah, I want to see it.” I started to reach out for his pants, but instead he pushed my hands away and began unbuttoning the uniform pants himself.
“I just want you to watch, Sven.”
I could feel my mouth starting to water as Lowell kicked off his cleats too, and then he began to wiggle out of the pants in an achingly slow process. I wanted another taste of his cock. He tugged his underwear with the pants, and soon his cock popped free. I stared at the veins that bulged down the length and the way that his cock angled slightly to the right.
I started to lean forward toward his cock and balls, but Lowell shook his head. He said, “Lay back, Sven,” while he pushed his pants and underwear down the length of his muscular legs. I had a perfect view of the round ass I’d taken just a few days before.
Lying back against the pillows on the bed, I found it nearly impossible to keep myself from reaching out toward Lowell’s handsome body. He laughed out loud while he stood just out of reach and ran his fingers over his chest and abs purposefully rubbing his hard nips with his thumbs.
I growled, “Don’t be an ass. I want you now.”
He laughed and said, “I’m just making you want me more. Am I successful.”
I reflexively grabbed my own cock since I couldn’t grab anything else and moaned, “Fuck yeah.”
Lowell climbed on to the bed, and, to my surprise, he slipped between legs. His hands reached up and one closed like a cock ring around the base of my cock while the other circled the shaft halfway up and began to stroke.
My body lurched, and I gripped the bedspread to hold on tight. It had been a long time since someone took control with me in bed. Stuart was completely a bottom. I let loose a low, guttural moan when Lowell kissed and caressed the head of my cock with his tongue.
He took everything slow which drove me nuts. For what felt like half an hour he slowly stroked my cock shaft with his hand while he teased my head. His tongue flicked back and forth across the slit, and then he sucked with his lips. Lowell’s tongue licked like I was a human lollipop and then flattened across my entire cock head. He was making love to my cock, and it was driving me crazy.
Finally, Lowell swallowed more of my cock into his mouth and I gasped. My cock twitched, and I could feel tension in my balls. As if on cue, Lowell released the grip on the base and let his fingers dance down to my balls. He rubbed lightly at my sac before he circled the root of my balls and tugged firmly downward.
My heart thumped in my chest, and my knuckles turned white as I tried to grip the bed. I whispered, “You’re gonna make me blow, Lowell.”
He whispered back, “I hope so, and then swallowed my cock so far into his throat that I could feel his gag reflex. He responded by holding my cock in his throat until the reflex subsided, and then he swallowed. The strong muscles of Lowell’s neck caught just the head of my cock. It was a phenomenal sensation.
I moaned, “You’re such a fuckin’ expert.”
He pulled his mouth off my cock and stared up into my eyes while he licked his lips. He said, “I’m doing my best. Are you feeling good, Sven?”
I growled, “You know the answer to that.” Then without warning, he lowered his mouth over my cock and swallowed as far as he could make it go. His neck massaged my head and nearly made me blow down his throat.
Pulling back once more, he said, “You’re gonna cum for me, Sven.”
It sounded as much like a prediction as a command, and it made my entire body shiver in expectation. Then Lowell showed me how he was going to accomplish the task. He wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock again and then began to bob his head forward and back as he stroked.
The sensations collided and drove me effortlessly toward ecstasy. I reached out and gripped his shoulders while throwing my own head back with a loud moan.
Lowell stroked faster, and I could sense the inevitable eruption. I arched my hips, and his tongue slurped across and around my cock head. My ab muscles tensed, and I yelled out, “CUM!!” just as my cock erupted shooting deep into Lowell’s throat.
My body rocked and shuddered out of my control while I continued to shoot. “Awww FUCKKK!!” I howled.
Lowell sucked hard to make sure he didn’t miss a single drop, and, as soon as I caught my breath again, I pushed at his body and rolled him over on to his back gripping his cock in my fist.
I moaned, “You’re gonna cum, too, Lowell.” I began to jerk his cock, slowly at first and then faster. I kissed him hard sharing the taste of my cum. He tried to pull back from the kiss, but I didn’t let him go. I whispered, “You’re mine,” and plunged my tongue deep into his mouth.
Just seconds later, Lowell howled and erupted too. He shot all over his chest and abs. The orgasm lasted for an incredibly long time as multiple wads of cum shot out of his cock. I shouted, “Fuck yeah! So fuckin’ good Lowell!”
We both lay sprawled naked on our backs on the bed. I was still trying to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe everything with Lowell was unfolding the way that it was. Sex with Stuart was nothing like it was with Lowell. Stuart had personal rules for everything.
He only wanted intercourse in the morning. Blow jobs were fine in the evening. We had to have wet wipes available by the bed at all times to clean up immediately afterward. He wouldn’t kiss me, and I couldn’t
kiss him after a blow job until the receiving one had brushed his teeth.
With Lowell, we both just barged forward doing whatever came naturally. I loved it. I felt like an animal doing whatever I wanted to satisfy my urges. Lowell was just as animalistic, and we collided in powerfully erotic moments that were nothing like I’d experienced before.
Lowell rolled over on to his side and gently kissed a nipple. Then he pulled up close and kissed me on the mouth. He asked, “Would you like to jump in the shower? I’m a sweaty mess, and I’ve still got dirt and crud from the game.” He laughed. “I bet it’s good I didn’t say that before we had sex.”
I said, “Fuck, Lowell, I’d bang you in a mud bog.”
We both laughed loud. He said, “Maybe that’s something to try some day. We could go camping and…”
I held my hand over his mouth. I said, “Let’s just go take the shower now.” I climbed off the bed, and he followed close behind as we headed for the bathroom.
The hot water felt amazing. My muscles were already starting to tense up slightly after the game, and the water helped them relax again. Lowell found the shampoo and began to lather up suds in my hair. I did the same with body wash and soon I was rubbing circles of soap into his chest, abs, and further down.
We both joked and laughed with each other as we cleaned up. I had a big shower stall, and I made Lowell turn around and lean against the wall so I could soap up his hot little ass. He grunted and then shouted, “Damn, you, Sven,” as I shoved a finger up inside.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked
He growled, and said, “Fuck, no…just…unh…surprised me.”
I reached around in front of Lowell gripping his cock, my chin on his shoulder and my finger searching deep for the little knob of his prostate. As soon as I found it and started to massage, he hissed and stood on his toes.
It didn’t take long. I gently poked and prodded and kissed the side of his neck while the warm water rained over both of us. Soon Lowell yelped, and he exploded with a second orgasm against the shower wall. I slowly pulled the finger free and wrapped him tight in my arms. Whispering into Lowell’s ear, I said, “I’m never letting you go.”
18
Lowell
I woke up just long enough to open one eye when Sven rolled out of bed. I didn’t say anything, and I assumed that he was headed for the bathroom. I was awake long enough to see him wrap his naked body in a bathrobe, but I think I had fallen back asleep before he made it out of the room.
Some time later, I woke up and Sven was still gone. I was startled at first. I blinked my eyes and scanned the room to make sure of where I was. My first thought was a worry that I’d dreamed the whole encounter the night before, and I was in my bed in my own apartment.
Then I saw a framed poster of a large city on the opposite wall with the caption, “Minneapolis, Minnesota.” I knew instantly that I was still in Sven’s bed.
Rolling over I sniffed at the pillow beside me. It still smelled of the clean soap and shampoo from the shower that we shared. I thought about wrapping my arms around Sven’s naked body and kissing his neck. It didn’t take more than seconds for my cock to grow hard again.
Listening closely, I heard sounds from downstairs. I couldn’t quite make out what they were. I heard light clinking or clanking sounds, and I decided to slip out of bed and make my way to the bathroom.
Before I left the room, I noticed a second bathrobe hanging on a hook behind the door. It was lightweight flannel, and it smelled like Sven. I wrapped myself up in it. The fit was good except that it was a little long. Sven had an advantage over me on height.
While I was in the bathroom, a familiar aroma drifted up the stairs from down below. It was the smell of frying bacon. Sven was cooking breakfast for the two of us.
As I switched off the light in the bathroom, I contemplated the choice of making my way downstairs or returning to bed. I realized there was a chance Sven might be planning to bring breakfast upstairs to share in bed.
I decided that I didn’t want to spoil his surprise if that was case. Reasoning that it would be easy enough to make my way down the staircase if his plan was to eat in the kitchen, I kept the bathrobe on and climbed back into bed. Sprawled across the bed on my back, it didn’t take long for me to drift back to sleep.
Unaware of exactly how long I’d dozed, I started back awake when I heard footsteps creeping up the stairs. Sven stepped through the door to the bedroom wrapped in a fluffy terrycloth bathrobe and carrying a tray of breakfast food and beverages.
He had a wicker stand that would fit across my legs in the bed. It was obvious that the food wasn’t just for me. Sven prepared two plates with bacon, eggs and toast as well as glasses of orange juice and steaming hot mugs of coffee.
“Good morning, sunshine,” said Sven.
I pulled myself up to a sitting position and rubbed my eyes with my fists. No one ever brought me breakfast in bed in the past. Even when I was sick as a kid, my mom just brought food on paper plates and in paper cups with admonishments not to spill.
I said, “This is amazing. You did this just for me?”
“Well, nothing is too good for our new softball hero!”
Laughing, I said, “Yeah, now I just have a reputation to try and match.”
Sven said, “I really didn’t make it all because of the softball playing. I did it because I wanted to have breakfast in bed with you. Is it okay to be at least partially selfish about it?”
I said, “I think that’s perfectly fine.” He set the tray down over my legs, and I pulled the sheets open on the other side of the bed. “You can drop the robe, Sven, and just slip back in here with me.”
He pointed at the tray and said, “There’s cloth napkins there in case you want to guard against getting things on your naked self.”
I said, “Well, maybe if I did, I would want you to just lick it off.”
Sven laughed. He said, “That would be fun, but I figured you also might want just a little bit of protection in case you spill the hot coffee.”
I cringed. “That is a good point. Ouch.” I picked up a slice of bacon, and it was crispy enough that it nearly shattered in my grip. “This is perfect, Sven. You cooked it just how I like it.”
He said, “My mom taught me that. She said the trick is to get it done to right before being burnt.”
I pushed a piece into my mouth and said, “Yum, perfect.”
The coffee was still hot, and I liked having the contrast of the cold orange juice. He asked, “What’s our plan for today? I guess we didn’t talk about it at all last night. It’s a Sunday, so I’m completely off. Do you have to work, Lowell?”
I shook my head. “Not today unless they call me at the last minute. I’ve got the whole day off. Maybe we should just spend it in my bed. We can fuck, and then we can sleep, then we can fuck, and take a shower, and then we can sleep again. That sounds like a good day to me.”
“What about food?” asked Sven.
I said, “There’s pizza delivery. I guess one of us would have to get out of bed to answer the door, but that’s it. You’ve got this nice little tray.” I swallowed a mouthful of the orange juice and leaned my head on Sven’s shoulder.
He sighed and said, “Well, as much fun as that sounds. I would probably feel bad with myself for blowing off an entire day and getting nothing at all done.”
I looked at him with mock disgust. “You are a slave driver, aren’t you?”
“If I have help available, I think it’s a good policy to make use of it,” said Sven in his best young executive voice.
I ate a forkful of scrambled eggs and then smiled. “Wow, these are so creamy. You really can cook better than me.”
Sven said, “None of this is particularly difficult, but yeah, I kind of pride myself on knowing the basics of cooking. My mom would be proud, too.”
I asked, “Can I be serious for a minute?”
Sven sipped at his coffee and said, “Of course you can. I’m not a
ll just jokes and laughs.”
I placed one hand on his shoulder and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s an understatement. When I first met you again that day at softball practice, you were all straight-laced and serious. I like seeing that you’ve loosened up a little.”
He said, “A lot for me.”
“Well, I just wanted to say that I’ve never felt so relaxed and comfortable with anyone before. Even when I was growing up with my own parents.” I held out a slice of bacon for Sven, and he bit off the end. The crunch made me smile.
I continued by saying, “Most of my life I’ve run into people that are judgmental in one way or another. They either say I won’t amount to anything, or I should have amounted to more.”
“But you’re only 28,” interrupted Sven.
I said, “Exactly, and I don’t plan to work in retail for the rest of my life. I made some poor choices earlier, but then it’s all been sort of random. Philosophy majors don’t find jobs easily. With the right alignment of the planets, I could have just as easily ended up in one of those offices in a high rise building downtown like you.”
Sven said, “Well, it’s not quite so simple as that.”
“Oh, I agree, and I wasn’t meaning to minimize your efforts. In fact, I’m starting to understand how sticking with something can bring rewards. I mean, you do go down to that office everyday, and you work in that big bank, and here we are spending all our nights together in this great house. I get how you’ve worked for this. Maybe I need to look at my lack of plans again.”
Sven smiled, and I loved seeing that smile. He said, “If you want me to dig around a little and see if there are any opportunities available…”
I held up a hand. “Whoa. Just because I’m starting to have a moment here, we don’t need to rush things along too fast. Let me enjoy the revelation.” I turned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. “Of course I could use a better paying job than retail, but I think I’ve got things back on track again. I scraped enough cash together the other day to spruce up a couple of things in the apartment.”
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