The phone rang. I opened my eyes, disoriented for a few seconds. Then I remembered where I was. I was at Tad's, sleeping with him in his bed. The phone rang again, and Tad sleepily answered it.
"Hello?" he said. "Oh. Hi Chris. What's up? Oh. How bad is she? Is she on a ventilator? Okay. All right. I'll be there as soon as I can. Bye."
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 3:47 a.m. Phone calls at this time of night were never good. "What is it?" I asked.
"It's my Mom," Tad said. "She's sick and in the hospital."
"Oh man, I'm sorry to hear that," I said truthfully.
"Well, it's been coming for a while. She has COPD and doesn't always take very good care of herself." He lay back down in bed and turned to me. We kissed. We were both naked, and our flaccid cocks rubbed gently against each other.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"Well, I guess I'll have to call in for a few days and go to her. My family doesn't know much about medical things. We'll have to decide how to treat her and all that." Tad snuggled closer to me. We both started to get hard. I admit I was a little surprised. When my mother had been sick and died, my ex-wife and I hadn't had sex for a month. "In the meantime," Tad said, "I need to get some more sleep. It's a three-hour drive back home and I'll need to leave this morning." He reached down and gripped my erection gently. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you before I go."
"Tad, I'll never refuse sex with you, but if you'd rather not..." I started to say.
"No, Cliff. I want to. I know how to take care of my man. Now, spoon me and let's get back to sleep."
I turned on my side and snuggled up close to Tad. As I drifted off to sleep, my still-excited butthole reminded me of what had happened the evening before.
I had picked Tad up at his apartment and we'd gone out to a dinner and movie, just the usual Friday night date stuff. We'd gone to a nice Italian restaurant and had pasta and a spicy red wine, but Tad said not to order dessert, because he had something special for me at his place. The movie had been okay, some romantic comedy which Tad liked, but which I probably wouldn't have gone to if I hadn't been with him. I didn't mind, though, because we held hands the whole time and Tad smelled great. I kept inching closer to him all through the movie just to catch his scent. By halfway through, I had a hard-on made of steel, and Tad noticed. Now Tad was nothing if not discreet, but he did pass his hand briefly over me and give a little squeeze.
"Looks like we have a problem to take care of when we get home, don't we?" he whispered to me.
All I could manage was a strangled unintelligible groan.
After the movie, when we got into the car, I leaned across and kissed him, hard, on the mouth. "Ooh now, big boy! Concentrate on your driving," Tad said with a smile. "I promise you an evening to remember when we get home."
We got to his apartment and Tad made me wait on the couch while he made coffee. I could hear him bustling in the kitchen while NPR played on his radio. For some reason, that evening it was vaguely irritating to me. After awhile, Tad brought out coffee and two plates. On each plate was a beautiful piece of cheesecake. I noticed that Tad's was quite a bit smaller than mine.
"Ta-da!" Tad said proudly. "Homemade cheese cake. What do you think?"
"It looks great," I said.
"Well, go ahead. Try some," he said.
I took a bite and it was just right. Creamy and a little tart with a hint of lime. I must have mentioned at some point that I liked cheesecake and Tad had made me one. "It's delicious, Tad," I said. "Really good."
Tad sat beside me on the couch, turned toward me, hands on his knees. I looked at him, thinking what an attractive man he was. As I did so, I saw a hint of color touch his cheeks and he looked away. "Thank you for the cake," I said quietly.
"You're welcome, Cliff," he said. "I don't want it ever to be said that I didn't feed my man properly."
I leaned over and kissed him gently. His lips were soft and searching, his tongue inquisitive, but not pushy. "I should drink my coffee before it gets cold," he said, a little flustered.
We finished our coffee and cake and sat quietly on the couch for a while. Although our relationship was still new, I felt so right about it. I bathed in Tad's love and warm regard.
"Are you going to stay the night?" he asked, lips against my ear.
"Just try to kick me out," I said. I turned toward him on the couch and took him into my arms. There was the breathless moment, the long second just before we kissed. I looked at him. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes closed. He was ready for my kiss, and I was ready to kiss him. Our mouths came together. Tad took my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His lips were firm-soft, gentle and seeking. I wanted more, and bore down a little. Tad gave a little moan and gave in completely to me. My cock immediately sprang to attention. I loved the way he responded to me.
We came up for air. "I think we should take this to the bedroom," he panted.
Without a word, we moved to his bedroom, turning off lights as we went. In no time at all, we were naked together in his big warm bed.
Tad's body fascinated and excited me. It was hard and soft at the same time. Tad worked out regularly (and made me work out with him). There was no way to miss his masculine musculature. He had great abs and pecs and biceps. But he also had the softest skin I've ever felt. Even softer than a woman. He was also nearly hairless. His pubic hair was neatly groomed, and he had little in the way of chest or armpit hair. When I kissed him, his skin tasted sweet.
Foreplay was sweet and long, with lots of kissing and touching. I loved the way Tad handled my cock. But he was also good with his hands in other ways. He was firm while kneading my shoulders and deft and gentle with my neck and face. He loved to squeeze my buttocks together and grind against me, something that made me reel with pleasure. Tad also uttered little moans and grunts while we loved, something that heightened my excitement.
Tonight, I wanted Tad in my mouth, so I slowly moved down his stomach to where his hard, eager cock waited. I nuzzled it ardently, inhaling its smell, giving it little kisses up and down the shaft. I circled the head with my tongue, feigning swallowing it, then went back down the shaft again. When I could stand it no longer, I quickly went back up the shaft and engulfed Tad's cock with my mouth. I moaned as his warm, hard rod filled me. I was totally in love with his cock. Cock-drunk, that's what I was. I sucked him hard, then slurped him juicily while using my hand on him. A faint saltiness reached me. Pre-cum, that's what I was tasting. I wanted more, and sucked him a little harder.
Tad was starting to moan continuously and I thought happily, here comes my reward, my mouthful of Tad-cum. But then I felt his hands on my face, gently lifting me off. I disengaged reluctantly, still enraptured over his cock, and looked questioningly at him. "Cliff, baby," he said smiling, "I want your butt tonight."
I swallowed hard. Tad and I had been together for a little over a month. We had made love lots of time, but until now, I had always been the one who put my cock into Tad's bum. So, I was a little nervous, but totally willing to have him do it, if it would make him happy.
"Okay," I said. "How do you want me?"
"On your hands and knees, baby, with your butt up in the air," he replied with a somewhat evil glint in his eye.
I got on my hands and knees and stuck my hairy butt right up at Tad. I felt his breath on my butthole, followed by a quick, light sweep of his tongue. "Oh yes," I heard him murmur. The next thing I felt was a cold glop of lubricant on my asshole. My heart lurched a little. Now, I confess that at times during my life, I've stuck things up my butt when masturbating. But they'd always been little things: candles and things like that. I'd never experienced anything really big before and, while Tad wasn't huge, he had a respectably sized cock.
"You're my first, Tad," I said. "Please be gentle with me."
"Don't worry, Cliff. I'll be gentle with you. But I'm horny tonight and I need to fuck."
The next thing I knew, I felt the end of his cock against the puckered opening of my butthole. I shifted a little, giving him a better angle. I could feel myself giving way to his slow, steady pressure. It started to hurt a little.
"That hurts a little," I said.
"Okay," Tad said. "I'll slow down."
I don't think he slowed down. But, at least he didn't speed up. He continued his slow, insistent pressure on my asshole. Slowly, he wedged the tip of his well-lubricated cock into me. It didn't exactly feel good, but it didn't feel bad either. It just felt...big.
"Slow, baby, slow!" I grunted.
No answer from Tad. He was concentrating. I remembered the handful of times I'd taken my ex-wife's asshole. She had not really enjoyed it, but when I was doing it, I did not care. I was totally focused on getting into that thing. And, let's face it, it felt good on my cock. A butthole feels different from a pussy. Tighter, more muscular, and just plain more naughty.
There was a rush of feeling as the head of Tad's cock popped past the opening. I groaned in mixed pleasure-pain. "How's that, Cliff?" Tad said archly.
"Okay," I grunted, but don't shove it in yet. Let me get used to it."
Tad held still while my ass stopped freaking out. After a couple of minutes, it settled down, and I said, "Okay, baby, push him on in."
Tad needed no more urging. He pushed the rest of his slippery prick as deeply into my ass as he could. I groaned again. This was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I was glad he had used a lot of lube. I could feel his pubic hairs rubbing against the cheeks of my ass. Then he started thrusting, and I was nearly overwhelmed by the sensation. My own cock began to swell. Tad gripped me by the hips and I buried my face into the pillow, grunting with every thrust. I shifted a little to give him a better angle and take him deeper. My asshole was definitely getting stretched tonight. At first, it felt a little bad, but then it began to feel better. Warmer and more intimate. I felt very, very close to Tad. He withdrew until he was almost out, twirled around some, then plunged back in. He varied his strokes, sometimes going deep, other times shallow. All the time, he kept murmuring and muttering "Oh baby, yes! Your butt feels so good, Cliff! I really needed this tonight, lover! I hope you're ready for some cum, 'cause I'm gonna give you a real load!"
