We slept.
Man, after the past 24 hours or so I don't know how we could've done anything
but
sleep. Karl and I were both well and truly spent; and for good measure, I think I had overworked a whole group of muscles I didn't even know I had. More than that, the feeling I had spooning with him as we slipped into oblivion gave me an overwhelming sense of peace... of being safe.
Of course, daylight's first beams got our blood flowing again, and the touch of our bodies brought our dicks to full attention. We both knew that our time in our private love nest was drawing to an end--Karl had to work at the computer lab that afternoon and I had a shit-ton of projects I had put off for far too long. But for the moment, we had each other, and had enough testosterone flowing in our blood to kill a pod of whales.
For all that, we didn't throw ourselves into wild, throbbing, throw-em-down-and-fuck-em sex... it was like we were savoring each other. Even with all the intensity of two sexed up guys going after each other, it was surprisingly sensual. I think on top of all the other lessons we had learned that weekend, we were really coming to an understanding of foreplay... especially man-on-man foreplay. It was very different from my experiences with women.
At one point I had Karl flat on his back, with me pleasuring his entire torso with my tongue, leaving his rock-hard cock anxious for attention. Whetting his appetite. Sitting between his legs, I pulled his leg up and forward, bending it at the knee and dragging my tongue on long, sensual licks up and down his inner thigh. Karl sighed in deep contentment. Playful, and curious, I tried something new. I continued to flex his leg, working my tongue down past his knees, to his ankles, and finally to his feet. Staring him dead in the eye, I slowly worked his foot to my mouth, and then focused my oral attention on his toes, suckling them as if they were his cockhead. I don't know what he was expecting, but he let out an explosive burst of raw joy that almost sounded like a laugh... not of being tickled, nor of finding humor in the situation, but simply not believing his good luck. His eyes weren't flashing need, but some other emotion I couldn't quite name.
As we went on, our foreplay became less focused as our patience ran thin. Finally Karl grabbed me out of bed to put into play an idea he had been brewing about for some time--he wanted me to fuck him in front of the full-length mirror on one of the walls, so he could watch the action take place from a variety of angles.
Who was I to deny him anything?
He stood in front of it, braced against the wall with his outstretched hands. I slid behind him, working that sensitive spot on his neck while I greased up his hole, and slowly slid inside him. FUUUUUCK I loved that first moment of penetration. I reached around and worked his cock with my right hand, while sliding my left across his nipples, teasing them. Lightly pinching them. He leaned into me, matching my undulations as I slowly began thrusting.
And Karl--brash, outgoing Karl--dissolved into absolute putty. He pleaded with me to fuck him. Whimpered for my cock juice to fill him. He had completely surrendered to the fuck. The weird thing is that it was all so
masculine
... or maybe that
he
was so fucking masculine, even in surrender. This was all so unexpected to me... a completely different perspective on masculinity. I... can't explain it.
And truthfully, at that moment I had no interest in explaining it. I just wanted to feel it. To spend my last chance fucking him with all my being. After a long rush of long-dicking him, I needed more. I pushed down on him to get him on all fours, and dug in for deep, fast hammer strokes. Fuck, I loved doggie. I could fucking pound him from that position, drawing out animal sounds in both of us. His ass was fucking mine. Slamming my hard cock into him like that, I could drive away all other thought. All other confusion about what may come. There was nothing but the jackhammered collision of my cock and his greedy ass.
I wish I could have lasted forever. I wish that glorious friction would have gone on, that the sounds of our bodies slapping together and our animal cries would have lasted into a new night. But my rough play in his ass drove Karl past the point of no return, triggering for Karl a cascading cumshot that triggered mine too. A grand finale that left us both deeply satisfied.
And after. I leaned down over Karl, so that my chest met his back. My hand below reached around, grabbing not for his dick, but running open palmed across his hairy chest. I could... feel his heartbeat, the long slow gasps as he caught his breath. His tight hole instinctively contracting and constricting around my cock, which was starting to soften but was still hard inside him. Connected in the most intimate way possible. But other sensations stayed with me, too... the intimacy of our skin touching, reacting to each other. His natural scent filling my lungs. The taste of him as I gently kissed his neck. All of him. Karl.
After such a climax, the rest of the morning was, by definition, anticlimactic. We showered together, but there was almost an elegiac silence--the shower made it hard to talk, and we fell into wordlessness as we gently cleaned each other, readying ourselves to go back to civilization. And I could tell we were mentally starting to remove ourself from this magical weekend as we increasingly lathered up ourselves, not each other. I chuckled bitterly, inwardly as I only now put on the change of clothes I had brought for the weekend. After a weekend of naked sex, clothes felt... scratchy.
Conversation, which had flowed so freely, also took a nosedive. With only the blandest of banter, we stripped the bed and threw everything into the washer... I'd stop by the house later to finish up the laundry. We gathered up everything and hit the road back to campus.
We needed to talk, and this was pretty much our last chance. I have no idea what I thought about the weekend. I mean, I loved the sex and all things considered would have cheerfully jumped into the backseat for another round right that very minute... I mean, cruise control would take care of everything, right? But there was far more to this than sex. And even if I knew what was going on in my own head, I had no idea what was going through Karl's. I was grateful that in driving, we were both pretty much stuck staring straight ahead... it made it easier to talk to him if I wasn't looking into his eyes. Those eyes.
"So." I began. "Back to civilization."
"Yeah."
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
Great. This was starting off well. "So.......Do you... have any thoughts about what... you know... happens now?"
Karl let out a short, somewhat humorless chuckle. "That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?" There was another pause.
At this point, I was starting to get irritated. That wasn't fair, sure, but I'll own it. God knows my own thoughts were in a jumble. But one thing that was standing out was a feeling of connection with him. That we had just had something incredibly important happen. Maybe something incredibly rare happen. I guess I was hoping he'd at least acknowledge that part. "Did you like what we did?" I asked, with a tone that might have had a bit too much angst.
"Well, yeah. Yeah!" Karl responded, slightly defensively. "I mean.... Shit. If I'm honest, I'd have to say that was some of the best sex I've ever had. Like, I didn't know sex could even be like that."
Pause.
"And?" I asked.
"Well, what about you? Did you like it?"
"Of course I did!" I responded. "I mean, yeah... you're right. I didn't know sex could be that good."
