Almost Lie Family

Well, after Jeremy and I finally reconnected, all the doubts and hemming and hawing went away. Now, all I wanted was to bang him like a screen door in a hurricane.

I seriously didn't think I could be so riled up by someone. As I left that last night after "watching the game," we quickly hatched plans to get together at the end of the next week. I was stoked, and had a couple of memorable bouts with my wife just to take the edge off... but by Sunday night I was pacing around the house like a caged wolf. I couldn't sit for a minute before my legs started bouncing and I had to get up and pace some more.

Jesus. I don't think I'd ever been so hot and bothered by any of the women in my life. But this guy? This...

guy

?

Heading off to work Monday morning as usual, I drove by a guy jogging along the road breathing hard with sweat stains in his T-shirt. My mind flashed to Jeremy, sweaty. Balls deep inside me. Breathing hard. Face all up in my grill. Sweat running down his face. Sweat. Sweat along his...

...and I suddenly realized I was going like 60 down a residential street.

Fuck.

I pulled over and tried to will my heart rate down to normal.

Fuck it. I called him.

He picked up, with that fucking baritone voice of his. Sounding... slightly bleary.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Not much bud, just on the way to work. I was.... Well, it seemed.... God. Dammit. Dude. Is there any way, any way at all you are free after work? I mean, I know we talked about meeting later, but I... I fucking need you."

Jeremy laughed, any bleariness instantly gone. "No judgement from me! I wanted to call you so fucking bad, but thought there was no way I could bother a married man. Normally I'd be game, but tonight I'm closing at work. I probably won't be back until later on. I don't suppose you can slip away later after that?"

"Damn. Not likely. I was hoping I could breeze in on my way home for a quicky and write it off as traffic or something. But once I'm settled for the night, I'd need some really spectacular reason for skipping out without raising suspicions. She knows my routine too well."

"Shit. I've been... thinking about you. A lot. But holding it together. And now, the thought of hooking up has me hard. Shit."

"Fuck." I said simply. Just this snippet of conversation had my dick nearly ripping through my pants, standing straight up through the steering wheel like it was The Club or something.

But then something hit me. "Wait. So you're closing? So are you free... like, now?"

Jeremy chortled. "Heh. Well, yeah man. Just sitting here. Just got up, really, and nothing's going on. But... didn't you say you were on your way to work?"

"Yeah." I pondered. "Fuck it. I'm game if you are. I... think I can tell them something. I'm not too far from you, just like 15 minutes or so, depending on the lights."

"Fuck yeah!" Jeremy crowed. "That's perfect. And will give me just enough time to run through the shower..."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!" I started the car up. I may or may not have squealed my tires heading out.

"Dude. You sure? I'm probably ripe and..."

"Dammit, I'm fucking going as fast as I can,

don't keep fucking teasing me like that!

"

"You're sick man, you know that?" he said laughingly. I didn't bother to respond.

I made it there in record time, dog-panting and with my heart racing like we were already going at it.

Jeremy opened the door, his hair tousled, his hairy chest open and wide. He was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, which he was seriously tenting. Ohhhh fuuuuuuck.

Jeremy had a big, shit-eating grin on his face. "That was fucking warp speed, man!"

I didn't have time for trivialities. I pushed him inside, shut the door with my foot, and slammed my mouth against his. Fuuuuuck. The fucking feel of his short beard. Gruff and wiry, but surprisingly subtle at the same time. Fuck, I held him tight. Tight. While our tongues battled for dominance in our mouths.

The... weight of him. The physical... presence. Large as life. So unlike a woman. Raring up to meet me. Physical. We were so physical with each other. As only guys can be. Active. Aggressive. Energized.

In my primal need to swap spit with him, I realized I had pushed Jeremy back against the door. My hands running wild across his bare skin. God. You could feel his muscles. Strong. Hard. Raw, like the rest of him.

But I wasn't there to just make out. I slid my mouth back onto his neck, my lips tingling from the scratch of his beard. There. That spot right under his ear. God. Pressed in like that, the scent of him. A husky scent. Raw, unwashed male. Scent. Jeremy.

Fuck. My knees shuddered.

Jeremy jabbed his head back with a sharp intake of breath as my tongue danced around his neck. My breath snorting as I mouthed him and nosed him at the same time, like a fucking dog. Yeah... exactly like a dog.

More. I needed more.

I seized his wrist and slammed it against the door, over his head. Pinning him. Opening his body to me. And in that second before he could react, I swung my face hard and buried it into his hairy pit. Breathing him. Breathing in that sharp scent, meaty and acrid. Swirling my face in there good, his wiry hairs dancing in my nose. Mouthing him. Wetting him down with my spit, in obscene rolls of my tongue. Jeremy's body shuddered, still not used to having a someone go after him like that. But I was all in. Deep, hard. Wet. Breathing so hard I swear I was getting dizzy.

I pulled back. Red hot and furious with need... and not just because of the time constraints. I gripped his body and wrenched him around, slamming him into the door, his face against the wood paneling. I was nuzzling him behind the ear, following his hairline, while reaching down and jerking his underwear down. Fire starting to burn through every blood vessel in my body. Jeremy grunt-laughed and started slurring his hand on the door over his head. Rubbing it... no, grasping at it like it was a lover' body. I couldn't spare a thought about it; those big fleshy glutes were exposed. And mine.

I rammed a finger into his exposed crack, my face still pressed against the back of his neck. I slurred my finger back up to my nose, and breathed him in, noisily. Fuuuuuck. That earthy scent, dank and sour. Man ass. Raw. Fuck. FUCK. the pheromones sparked something deep in me. Awakening me on a bestial level. Like a wolf filled with Blood Rage at the scent of terrified prey.

I kicked his legs further apart and started unbuckling my pants. Wrenching my fly down. Digging my trembling hands into my hairy crotch.

In dropping my defenses, I gave Jeremy his chance. Before I could react, he spun around, and with more force than I could have anticipated, he fucking threw me onto his bed, all but knocking the wind out of me. Fuck. My heart was pounding faster. Jeremy was looking at me with a predator's eye, a cocky half-smile wickedly etched on his face. And my heart started pounding faster. Jesus. He was so... fucking....

As he pulled my pants past my thighs, he snarled out, "You better get your shirt off NOW, office boy!" Fuck. Oh fuck yeah. I didn't even try to undo the buttons, just yanked it over my head. One wrist still caught in the fabric.

Jeremy made his move. Kicking his Jockeys off from around his ankles and throwing them onto the bed. He crawled over me. Never taking his eyes off me. Stalking me. "You looking for man-smell? Fucking choke on it!" He reared up and squatted down over me, and dragged his hairy ballsack across my face. Teabagging me. Roughly. Raw musk flooding my senses.

The smell. Fuck.

I was going after him just as hard, my neck straining as I desperately reached up to meet him. His balls pushed heavily into my face. I was going fucking crazy. Simultaneously sucking and snorting him. His balls rolled roughly around, dragged over my nose. The wiry hair scraping my cheeks, scratching my lips. The smell of him. Earthy. Masculine. I kept nuzzling his balls as best I could, alive with his scent. Opening my mouth. Sucking them, gently mauling them with my lips. The salty taste, fused with his rich man smell. I was fucking losing my mind. In a fucking daze.

Jeremy leaned forward, snaping me back. And suddenly, my nose was up his hairy ass crack. Oh fuck. That darker, sour smell. My dick shot up another two inches. He rocked back and forth, dragging his butt roughly across my face, up and down. Making me breathe him in. I was breathing so hard I was getting dizzy. This whole new fucking world opening up to me. Raw, male sexuality at its most primal. His man-scent opening up hidden floodgates hidden in the deepest part of my psyche. Exciting me on a molecular level.

Jeremy let out the strangest sound: partly a low hungry moan and partly rat-a-tat-tat of quickfire, gasped breaths. All at once I realized something, too. He needed this as much as I did. God. Oh GOD. This wasn't an act of domination on his part... it was an act of raw desperation.

And with that, I suddenly exploded into a bestial version of myself, like I was the fucking Hulk. Becoming the predator.

Jeremy was completely caught off-guard. I exploded into movement, grabbing his torso and throwing him off me. I grabbed a leg and flipped him over, and before he could even think about, I hauled his torso forward so he was on his hands and knees... and I fucking raped his hairy hole with my mouth.

Jeremy howled. I was a fucking madman, slobbering all over as I relentlessly attacked his unsuspecting pucker. Driving my tongue in, hard. Locking my lips around it and sucking as hard as I could. Throwing my head from side to side, grinding my face in. His ass hair caught in my teeth; I didn't give a fuck. I started lapping at him, hard, like a dog. Back to tonguing him, rapid-fire. No time for him to react, only to feel. Feel. Jeremy was making gasping, barking sounds as pleasure ripped through his body. I slapped his ass, hard. And again. And ground my face so hard against him that I had almost slammed him flat against the bed.

I don't know how long I ate his ass. Time stopped. My senses were bent and twisted. His ass scenting me.

But Jeremy regained himself. He wrenched himself free of my grasp, rolling over onto his back and seizing my leg. He pulled me over him, and I saw his dick. That fucking incredible cock that look like it was standing 3 feet tall, with the head dripping with pre-cum.

I knew what he wanted.

I grabbed his hips and smashed my mouth around him, tasting that sweet taste of man juice as I fucking swallowed him down. Hard. Sucking hard. Not giving a fuck as I went after his cock, knowing he needed me to come at him hard. Like a fucking MAN. Again and again. My spit slurring around my face. Sucking. Fucking SUCKING.

In return, Jeremy worked his way between my legs, and started eating my ass with all the blood rage I had eaten his.

I screamed at the assault, his dick vibrating in my mouth.

He was even rougher than I had been, his short beard setting the skin in my ass crack on fire. Sucking me. Biting me, licking me. All at once, never letting up. Oh FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK! Again, my mind screaming bitterly at how guys are socialized to think of their butts as off limits... this was the greatest feeling of my fucking life! I was slamming my butt against his face. Needing more. Needing it deeper. His tongue inside me. Making me wet. Making my entire body... shiver. In ways no woman ever could.

Fuck it.

As much as I loved sucking that meaty cock of his, I had better uses for it. I disentangled myself from Jeremy and squatted over his hips, spitting into my hand.

Jeremy smirked and growled out, "Hold on there, cowboy. After last time I got some lube, hoping we'd get to use it. It's sitting there on the nightstand."

I looked at him for a second, and a wicked grin split my face--the kind that would make a woman scream for help. I clambered over to grab the little bottle, and squirted some into my hand. It was cold against my hole, and slimy in a glorious, obscene way. Another shot onto his dick, which I furiously started rubbing in. Jeremy arched his back and made an explosive growl as I did so.

Fuck yeah... we were primed.

I squatted back down over his hairy crotch, lining myself up. Readying for that insane, pain-bliss of first penetration. Sitting back down against him....

And holy motherfucking shit.

Before I could fucking think, I had fucking slammed down. All the fucking way. His dick entirely inside me. His pubes grinding against my hairy hole.

It was a rush unlike anything... anything. We both threw back our heads in exploding gasps of breath.

And then the pain hit. I shrieked like a banshee, as that cold knife blade of pain cut through me. Every muscle in my body tensed, except for my throat, which continued to make inhuman sounds. I knew though, that the pain-pleasure would quickly become pleasure-pain, as the fire his dick awoke inside me roared to life.

And so it was. I rocked a couple times, to really feel his cock inside me. A glorious, warming fire was building. Building. Jeremy twisted his body as best he could, churning his dick inside me. I matched his movements, and my wailing sound deepened into a fucking primal howl. I lifted myself off slightly. The lube creating a shimmering feeling like nothing I had ever experienced. My dick was gushing precum. Twitching already. I slammed down and the frictionless sensation sent the already-burning fire into an inferno. My entire body was on fire. My skin rippling with electricity, making the hair on my arms stand to attention.

Jeremy was gripping me. Rough, but... tenderly? His hands deeply kneading my hairy pecs. Wonderingly. Again and again. Like it was the first time ever touching a man. His right hand rising. Shooting up. His fingers wrapping around my jaw... hard, yet... intimately.

I bounced a few times up and down on him. GOD. I could feel his cockhead inside me, hitting places. Each movement making the fire inside me burn hotter. I WAS FUCKING LIGHT. I slammed down again, as hard as I could. Jeremy was making his own bellowing roars. Alive with me. His left hand seizing my hip. Locking in. More bouncing, and another slam. GAWWWD. My back arched, my head flew back, barely able to comprehend the roaring blaze inside me. Bouncing. Quick bouncing. More. My innards turned into lava. More bouncing. MORE. FUCKING MORE.

And to my utter astonishment, my entire body exploded. I didn't realize I was so close. Cum, jets of cum, shot into the air, even though neither of us had touched my cock. I screamed, hard enough to make my throat rattle. Cum kept blasting out, in an obscene fountain that splashed his face, his sheets, everywhere.

Part of my mind was furious, angry that I didn't have the staying power to make this last.

Jeremy took care of that for me.

As I started falling limp, he sprang into action, pinning me down onto the bed by my shoulders. Crawling between my legs, knocking them aside. And once again, that raw, icy pain of male penetration as he slammed his swollen dick back inside me.

Jesus. Sweet Jesus baby. My mind was roiling. With sensations coming at it hard and tight. Jeremy's face was against mine, his beard scouring my jaw, his mouth pressed roughly below my ear. I could feel the savage full-body thrusts as he slammed into me. His hands. Working together with his body. The feel of him.

The

feel

of him....

And at that second, something occurred to me. He wasn't just holding on for balance, or gripping me for support... he was...

feeling

me. Making touch a core part of the experience. In the same way that sex with Jeremy had awoken in me a new, primal awareness of scent, I realized Jeremy was experiencing a similar awakening with touch. It was so clear. And I could understand it. A male body just... felt different. Moved different. The way men sweat. The hair. The shape. The scruff. The hardened muscles. The weight. And of course, Jeremy responded to it--I mean, he worked with his hands. His hands, rougher than mine, were used to actual, physical work. That was his livelihood. Touch was an unconscious, essential way that he interacted with the world.

And his hands were drinking in every moment. He was holding me tight, one hand wrapped around the top of my head, the other raging freely over my torso, and up my arm as he extended it over my head, than ran his hand down back to my chest. Like he was trying to memorize every detail of me

But it wasn't just his hands that were engaged. His lips, gliding around my neck, were exploring the play of wetness, and the electric sensations of his breath on my wet skin. His hairy chest and mine grinding together, reveling in the feel of our hair scrapping and burning with friction. His legs, shifting around mine. Rubbing hard enough to start a fire. Then the sudden wet pressure of his mouth slamming against mine. The fire of our lips locked together. Breaking apart only for our gasped breaths. The warm wetness of his tongue dancing with mine....

Those feelings of touch were there for the taking, and I willed myself to focus on them.

GAWWWWD. The sensation of sweat as it started spreading, slightly taming our friction. That roughness of his beard, scouring me. My dick, still hard, being rolled roughly with the bucking of his hairy midriff as he fucked me. And of course, the hard wetness of his cock as it plowed into me. Sensations. Sensations flooding me. All at once. Driven by the violence of our... coupling. Not the thunderous hammer drives him fucking me, not with him thrusting into me at all; but a series of shared, writhing body slams as we ground together, locked together. Convulsions. The whole bed bucking as we fucked each other with everything we had.

Shit. Fucking shit. Those feelings. And the fucking man sounds of raw, primal passion, completely unmoored from any element of human civilization. Added with the smells of Jeremy and sweat and balls and ass and fresh cum, I was losing it. Lost in a rage of whole-body, technicolor sensations.

With a gasp, he pulled back, breaking the suction of our kiss. He had a pitiless fire blazing in his eyes. He reared up to his full height, hooked his hands under my splayed thighs...

And he fucked the living shit out of me.

Hammering. Hard. Fast. Divorced from anything but elemental need. Fast. Faster. Fast enough that it sounded like he was spanking my ass as he fucking slammed his dick into me. Fast. Relentless. I howled. Jeremy reached over, grabbed his underwear, and smashed it into my face. Letting me breath his funk. I grabbed his underwear from his hand and stuffed my nose in it. Hyperventilating loudly. Rubbing the polished cotton all over me. Feeling him piston me. Faster. My back arched and my head pitched wildly side to side. The fiery lava inside me became white hot, blotting out all else. I thew my hands to my side, my fingers twisting his tortured sheets into knots. I roared, spit flying everywhere. Still, he hammered away. Faster. My ears ringing, from the sounds and from the roaring in my head. Faster. The headboard hitting the wall, sounding like a dozen men framing a house. Faster. FASTER.

Then Jeremy's cries hit a new crescendo, and I swear I felt his dick, deep inside me, shudder and explode as gallons of white-hot cum filled my guts. It was too much for me; I followed suit, spraying jizz so hard my balls hurt.

God I was spent. A wreck. Like my body was a Picasso painting. But through it all was a feeling of raw, joyous... light.

But I knew I had no time to savor it. I had thought to show up for a quick little bit of fun, but I knew I was waaaaay past time and had to scramble to get to work.

"God. Dude." I panted. "We can... debrief... later. But I... need... a towel. Gotta... get to... work...."

Jeremy, who had at some point rolled next to me, snort-laughed. He leveraged himself up into a sitting position, and patted me lightly with is palm. "Don't move, bud. I got you." He then paused, gave me an evil look, and said, "And yeah, you can take my underwear with you. You obviously need it more than I do."