Game Time

Phil turned to see the man he loved, standing naked, erect cock pointing at him.

"Well, are you gonna finish what you started?" Connor asked. Connor stepped closer and wrapped his big meaty hand around Phil's neck and drew him in. He leaned down and kissed Phil deeply, tongue probing into Phil's mouth, Phil reacted by driving his own tongue back into Connor's mouth. Hands flowed across each other's bodies, down across backs, onto asses, back up to hold each other's neck, cupping each other's head.

Connor broke the kiss first by pushing Phil down across the length of his body, until his hard cock was even with Phil's face. Phil reached up with his left hand and wrapped two fingers around Connor's five solid inches and then reached out with his tongue to lightly lap against the sensitive head. A pearl of precum tipped the head and Phil licked it up, tasting the drop of Connor's essence. A little sweet, a little salty, some tartness, a perfect metaphor for the man it came from.

His lips parted and he slowly wrapped them around the head of Connor's cock, as he slid his lips along the shaft until the cock was in his throat and his nose buried in the blonde pubes surrounding it. His right-hand lifted caressing along Connor's leg, then finding their way to the balls, as they hang beneath the cock in his mouth. His hand wrapped around them, and gently pulled them down and away from Connor's body. He began to bob slowly on the cock in his mouth. Milking it, allowing one hand to trail along the shaft following his mouth up and down, gliding along the hardness in his hand and mouth.

Connor lifted his hands and placed them on Phil's head, holding him place as he began to take over the pace, face fucking into Phil's mouth. His pace quickened, pumping hard into Phil's throat. His breathing increased, along with his pace. He gasped, "I'm cumming" and he held Phil's head still, holding him as he sunk his cock as far down Phil's throat as he could and emptied his balls, pulsing shot after shot of his salty load into his lover's throat and mouth. He pulled out as the last drops splashed out of his cock, hitting Phil's nose and chin.

He lifted Phil up off his knees and leaned down and licked his own load off of Phil's nose, then off his chin, slowly biting down on the edge of the chin, a little ritual between them. Then Connor kissed Phil deeply and held him close. Phil's head pressed into his chest; his softening cock pressed into Phil's belly. Phil's hard cock pressed into his leg.

He lifted Phil up and carried him to the kitchen island and sat him down on it then leaned forward and took Phil's six and half inches into his mouth, sucking and gliding his hand along the shaft to milk the cock in time with his mouth. It didn't take Phil long to build to his orgasm as Connor was very talented at this.

In minutes Phil was ready to cum and Connor knew it. He increased his pace and pressure until Phil was moaning that he was cumming. Connor kept right on sucking, taking the full load and swallowing it all. When he knew that Phil had given all he could, he slowly let Phil's cock out of his mouth, he held it in his hand as it began to soften and watched it deflate, licking it and squeezing it in his hand. He loved watching Phil's cock in all its states and when it was fully soft, he suckled on it, tasting the last remnants of the load he'd just been given.

Finally, he stood up and leaned into Phil, spreading Phil's legs, and kissing him deeply, tasting both of their loads in each other's mouths. After what seemed like an endless kiss, he pulled away enough to mumble, "Is there coffee?"

That broke Phil up and he laughed and slapped Connor's ass, wrapped his legs around Connor's waist and told him he'd have to earn his coffee.

"I thought I already had" he said, into Phil's mouth, their lips barely parting as he said it, but his cock was getting hard again, he leaned into Phil and pushed him back, letting his cock probe against Phil's ass. Putting pressure on the sphincter, slowly pushing in. Phil moaned and pushed back. And Connor was soon buried in his ass.

"Oh my god, that feels so good." Phil cried out "I love the feeling of your cock in me."

Connor fucked into Phil's ass with slow and steady strokes as he looked down and stared directly into Phil's blue-green eyes, glazed with passion. Phil's cock had hardened as soon as Connor entered him and it now bounced against his furry belly, pearls of precum dripping off its tip onto the fur, glistening in the light. Connor reached down and ran his finger through the fur, then across the tip of Phil's cock, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste Phil's dew.

He took Phil's cock in his hand and slowly began to stroke, more or less in time to the fucking he was throwing into Phil. And even though they had both just cum, it didn't take all that long until they were both ready.

Connor started to breathe heavily, and his pace quickened. His hand sped up on Phil's cock and in seconds, cum was splashing across Phil's belly, painting his fur with his pearlescent load. Watching Phil's load land on his belly fur sent Connor over the edge and he emptied his balls into Phil's ass, feeling his load slide along his shaft and drip down and out of Phil's ass. He leaned down and pressed their bodies together, Phil's load trapped between them and kissed Phil, then lifted himself up and said, "And the coffee?"

Phil laughed and when they finally got off the island, there was a small pool of cum under Phil, where it had leaked out of him and small bits that had rolled off of Phil's belly. They cleaned themselves up and the counter and then Phil brought Connor his coffee. They climbed the stairs to their rooftop deck and sat there in the morning sun, naked, leaning against each other as they enjoyed their coffee.

They lingered there for about an hour before Phil had to get ready, he had several clients to see that day and a few showings on his listings. Connor however wasn't due at the ballpark for practice until about two, so he headed back to bed for additional shuteye. Phil knew he wouldn't be home before 6:30, at the earliest as his last client meeting was at 6:00, and Connor was taking the field at just after 7, playing centre field against the division leaders. He'd be the leadoff batter in the bottom of the first and Phil hoped he'd be home in time to catch the game. He loved to watch Connor play, but he couldn't exactly sit with the wives and girlfriends of the other players. Connor was not out, and it wasn't Phil's job to out him. He watched the games from afar. He felt sad that he couldn't openly share Connor's life, but he knew Connor wasn't in that place yet, so he didn't push the issue.

Phil made it home at just before 7, the broadcast had already started by the time he settled in with a glass of wine, some cheese, and crackers. Not your traditional baseball fare but what are you gonna do, he laughed to himself. The top of the first was underway as he sat down, and it was already two out. The batter at the plate struck out to end the top half of the first. The commentators wrapped up the top half of the inning and they went to commercial. Phil refreshed his wine and settled in to watch Connor's at bat. He had never been a big sports fan but since meeting Connor, he'd come to enjoy watching baseball. Well, the handsome men, in tight uniforms didn't hurt.

The commercial break ended, and the game resumed with a tight close up on Connor's face, he was just putting his batting helmet on over his blonde hair, the bat resting between his thighs, pressing against where his dick would rest naturally. The helmet settled, he tightened his batting gloves and then picked the bat up, swung it back and forth a couple of times and stepped into the batter's box. The pitcher stared him down, nodded on receipt of his sign, wound up and the ball sailed in, and Connor swung. The ball looped up and went deep into left field, careening off the wall and bouncing away from the left fielder. Connor trotted into second ahead of the throw and was called safe by the second base umpire. He immediately called for time and waited for it to be acknowledged. When he got the nod, Connor pulled off his batting gloves and shin guard and walked several paces back toward the dugout, where he was met by a ball boy bringing him his sliding mitt. He traded batting gloves and guard for mitt and turned to walk back to second base. The camera lingered there, a lovely shot of Connor's ass in his tight baseball uniform, swaying from side to side as he walked back to second base.

On the sofa, Phil was instantly hard. Watching Connor's ass walk away from the camera, the uniform stretching across his muscular ass, knowing what it contained, he couldn't help himself. He took his hard cock out and stroked it as the camera continued to make love to Connor. Phil knew that woman, and men, across North America were getting wet just watching this sexy man walk. And he knew that it was him that that sexy man was coming home to. He stripped fully and sat idly stroking his cock, as he watched the rest of the game. The team was leading by a large margin, the manager pulled Connor in the 7

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, he'd gone 3 for 4 with a double and 2 RBIs, but with the large lead, he was given a rest of the evening off.

Phil tidied up the kitchen, his cock had stayed hard through the entire game, he'd edged himself several times, and he knew he'd be waiting up for Connor. So, he busied himself around the house. Technically he lived in the apartment below. The tenant had moved out a month or so after Connor had bought the place, she'd had to return home due a family emergency and wouldn't be returning. The apartment was empty, Connor suggested that Phil move into it, officially. They could see each other every day and no one would be the wiser, he was just a tenant and a caretaker when Connor was on the road. Phil was rarely in the apartment, however, as they spent the majority of their time upstairs and together.

It was close to midnight by the time Connor came through the door. Locker room talk, some video reviews and a post-game workout kept him at the park for a little while. He was tired when he came through the door. The lights were still on, which was odd, as Phil didn't usually wait up. But Phil was up, sitting on the leather sofa, naked and hard, and a replay of the game was on the TV, frozen at the scene with Connor's ass as he walked back to second base. Phil was hard and his cock bounced as he pulled on his balls.

"Evening, love," Phil said. "You had a good game and looked amazing" He nodded to the TV. Connor dropped his backpack and moved into the living room. He dropped to his knees and took Phil in his mouth without a word. Six and a half inches disappeared into his throat. Phil lifted his hands, running them through Connor's blonde hair, then holding his face in place as he fucked up and into the bigger man's throat.

When Phil let go of Connor's head, he bobbed quickly up and down on the cock on his mouth controlling the pace, rolling Phil's balls in his hands, probing into Phil's ass with a finger. Not penetrating but applying pressure. He lifted off of Phil's cock and lifted Phil's legs and let his tongue drift down and into the crack of his lover's ass. Phil moaned loudly, as Connor's tongue met his sphincter and pushed in. His cock throbbed with the need to come after several hours of edging and the warm, wetness of Connor's mouth hadn't helped but he wanted something more tonight. He took hold of Connor's head and held him in place, tongue buried in his ass, and he said, "I want to fuck you tonight. Your ass looked so amazing as you took second base and I've been thinking of it all night."

In answer, Conner withdrew his tongue and stood, slowly stripping out of his clothes, tweaking his nipples as he exposed his chest, running his hands across his flat belly, turning slowly, and arching his back, thrusting his ass out and back. Phil leaned forward and pulled him back to the sofa but this time it was his tongue that did the probing. He explored Connor's ass, wetting, and preparing the opening. Connor was tight but with diligence, Phil soon had his tongue and several fingers alternating time in Connor's ass.

Finally, he couldn't take anymore, and Connor asked Phil to fuck him. They switched places and Connor sat on the sofa, Phil lifted his legs and pulled them apart to open Connor even more and then positioned his cock head at Connor's opening.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Connor nodded and Phil edged forward, putting pressure on Connor's sphincter until the head pushed through and popped in. Phil held there, as Connor started to breathe rapidly. Phil waited patiently for Connor to gain control again and then edged a bit further in, then further still until all 6.5 inches were buried in Connor and his balls were resting on the muscular cheeks that had turned him on, so much, earlier as he watched Connor in his baseball uniform. The image is still frozen on screen. Phil looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend's ass on TV and then down at his cock sliding in and out of that same ass and he knew he wasn't going to last long.

An evening of edging and Connor's tight ass was more than he could take, and he lasted only about five minutes. Connor was hard, his five inches resting on his pubic hair, which he kept neatly trimmed. His balls pulled up into his body. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of Phil in his ass. He didn't do it often, but Phil was just the perfect size for him. And he did love the feeling of Phil's cock in his ass.

Phil couldn't take it any longer and moaned that was about to cum. He sped up his thrusting into Connor's ass and his cock pulsed once, his balls contracting, pulsed again, and again, and yet again. His cock sliding easier in his own cum as he continued to pump into Connor.

Finally, his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out of Connor's ass, he lowered himself down and lapped at the cum dripping out of Connor's ass. Then took Connor's cock into his mouth and sucked him, licking the precum from the tip, running his tongue around the crown. Sliding lips up and down the shaft. Milking Connor with his hands and mouth until Connor started to shoot and filled his mouth and throat with cum. He took every drop and swallowed the tasty nectar.

He crawled up Connor's body and then kissed him, they swapped around to lay on the sofa with Phil on top of Connor's torso, they kissed, and Connor nibbled on Phil's chin as they broke the kiss. They drifted off to sleep there for a few hours before they went up to bed.