Divorce and Grateful

Chapter 2

As someone who normally has trouble getting sleep, the night following my first fucking was amazing. I slept like a bear in hibernation. The next day, Devon woke me around 11 with a mug of coffee and a tray of scrambled eggs and bacon. I felt odd, honestly. To be fair, until last night, I'd never had any type of sexual contact with another guy. Sure, I'd thought about it, fantasized about it, but never went through with any of it. Now, I was no longer a virgin to man-on-man sex. And as amazing as it felt, I was now sober and questioning myself. Devon leaned in for a kiss and I pulled away.

"Still have the jitters I see," Devon commented.

"I mean, it was my first time," I replied. "And I enjoyed everything we did last night. But my catholic upbringing is twisting my emotions with guilt."

Devon moved behind me and began kneading my back. He was quiet for a time before speaking again.

"I've been with a couple of guys in your shoes. It doesn't usually last long, the guilt. Or shame, even." He paused. "Though for me, the shame only made it more intense and wonderful..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, until I decided to come out to myself, I was fighting my urges. I'd see a guy getting dressed in the gym locker room and feel a boner coming on. I'd peak at the other guys in the showers, lusting for a chance to play with one of them. Or two. But only in my head.

"It took a while for me to be comfortable in my desire for a man. Once I realized the feelings wouldn't go away, I gave in. I met a guy at a bar, we went to his place, and I indulged myself in the splendor of giving him head. I thoroughly enjoyed the entire thing. I could sense that I had a certain power over him. You know, I was the one causing his bliss. Then there was the taste of him, so musky, slightly salty, very intoxicating. His balls were heavy and hairy and delightfully full. Then he was blasting into my throat. I nearly choked in extacy."

"So where does the shame come into the picture?"

He chuckled. "It was afterward. I had been on such a high, as though I were drunk, stoned, who knows what. Then I came down and realized I'd done the one thing my parents would never accept. I felt guilt and shame. Then he started going down on me and..."

"And what?"

Now Devon was in front of me, the food pushed to the side. I saw the look in his eye: he was practically drooling. His gaze was on my flaccid... Nope. His story had turned me on. My cock was rock hard and begging for attention. He started towards my crotch and I couldn't move. I watched this man kiss, lick, engulf my entire manhood. His lips were so succulent. His tongue moved in ways I'd only dreamed of in my wettest of wet dreams. He pulled me forward by my hips, then I felt him urge me to lay back.

I was nearly bursting when he finally removed my cock from his mouth.

"Sure you want me to quit?" he asked with a smile on his glistening face.

"Fuck you, you bastard," I replied. "No, wait. Fuck me!"

He went back to suckling on my balls, lifting my legs to my chest. I felt a presence at the entrance to my sore asshole. Yes, I was sore, and I wanted more. I needed to have him in me again. His finger, lubed with his saliva, slipped easily into my wanton hole. Then he got up.

"If you want me again, get me ready."

He moved off the bed to stand with his growing phallus tantalizingly close to my face. My salivating mouth yearned to consume him. Overwhelmed with lust, I rolled to my side and took him in. Far too soon, he was harder than a diamond and bathed in spit. He rolled me on my back again.

"Hold on," I stopped him. I got up and kissed him full on the lips. "Take me from behind."

I turned and bent over the bed. He laid a hand on my back, put one on my hip. I felt the unmistakable presence of his member pressing into my hole. I pressed back. This time, far less effort was needed to let him in. In minutes, his hips were snug against my spread ass cheeks. I was fully content, but then he started moving. A slow, even withdrawal followed by an urgent yet gentle reentry. He moved with deliberate precision. The pain devolved into a dull ache, then was replaced by pure pleasure.

"God, yes," I barely breathed. "Fuck me."

I'd never been this vocal when fucking a woman. Some of the things that may have escaped my lips: fuck me; harder; I need your dick; breed me; make me your bitch (at which Devon laughed, or would have if I'd said it). And I probably said some other things that may have been self-demeaning. And I did feel like I was Devon's bitch, but it felt good. He wasn't overly aggressive, nor extremely dominant. He was, however, royally buggering my devilishly horny ass with a beautiful, thick piece of maleness.

The real kicker for me was glancing towards the foot of the bed. Until now, I hadn't realized his closet doors were mirrors. I could see this gorgeous man give me the diva's treatment. My cock surged, feeling his own press my inner button and watching his repeated thrusts into my most intimate region.

His hands moved to both my hips, yanking me vigorously back toward his thrusts. One final thrust and his shaft was planted firmly and deeply into my anus. I felt his balls twitch with each spurt of cum up my beautifully tender rectum. He eased his right hand down below to grab my throbbing erection. Barely a touch and I soiled his bed with my own sperm. I collapsed, scarcely able to breathe.

"How's that, hon?" Devon asked between pants.

"I almost feel human again. Let me dwell in this high for a minute."

He lay down on top of me, leaving his manhood buried to the hilt in my bottom. I felt myself twitching, which caused his member to slowly be pushed out. To my great disappointment.

When at last we were physically separated, we moved to the shower. His hands were so delicate as he washed every inch of my body. I was still trembling with satisfaction all the way up until I began dressing. The clock said I needed to go, but my body and mind very much wanted us to continue our sexual exploration of each other. We talked little as I prepared to leave.

As I stood at the door, jacket in hand, I turned back to Devon.

"Dev. See you soon?"

"I'll call you later. See how you're feeling."

I opened the door, turning to leave. He had other ideas, though all he did was grab me and turn my head for a kiss full on the mouth. The butterflies were flipping over in my stomach.

"See you," I said as I walked out. I could hardly wait for our next tryst.