The sweet young man from the orgy, that worked at the gas station was Greg. With Greg, Anthony discovered a different, more playful style of lovemaking.
Greg was blessed with a lithe and flexible physique. As Anthony had noticed when they had coupled in the aftermath of the orgy, Greg's body was clean shaven. It appeared that body hair wasn't overly abundant in the first place, but his pubic region was erotically and youthfully smooth. And a stunningly perfect asshole. That he loved to show off. Because he very much liked to have things like fingers and cocks, and other objects, stuck into it.
They arranged a "play date" when Anthony stopped by to gas up his Corvette. Greg gave him the address, and told him he looked forward to it.
As instructed, Anthony parked around the corner from Greg's rental space, and used the walk and outside stairs that were on the opposite side of the garage from the house. Anthony noted that the trees along the walkway provided an extra level of privacy. Greg had chosen his accommodations well.
Anthony climbed the stairs and knocked gently. Greg let him in, wearing a short silk kimono. The kimono fell to the floor as soon as the door closed behind Anthony. Greg's tanned body was as perfect and sensual as Anthony had remembered. "Get undressed and join me." was tossed most casually as he walked towards the back of the apartment.
It was a simple space. A kitchen area to the left, sofa and lounge chair to the right, with a TV in the corner. Two big windows, with the shades drawn.
A small bathroom with a shower stall took up a third of the back half of the space, which was the same square footage as the two-car garage below. Privacy for the bedroom was provided by a curtain drawn across on a taut clothesline cable. Greg had added some decorative touches that gave it a homey feel.
The bedroom, with an old-fashioned steel-frame double bed and an armoire, had a sexy vibe to it.
Greg strode, almost sashayed, to the bed, letting Anthony admire his long legs and firm ass. He stopped at the foot and turned, showing off his now rock-hard cock.
"Hurry up sweety. I've been thinking about that big cock of yours all day."
Anthony unbuttoned his shirt as he crossed the room. Tossed it on the floor. Kicked off his beach shoes. No socks. He stood close to Greg, unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop. As they kissed, their cocks touched. It was electric.
Greg drew them to the bed. Anthony let him lead. They ended up sitting cross-legged and close, They kissed some more, and Greg lubed their cocks liberally.
"Tell me the kinds of things you like, Anthony. Then I'll tell you. I'll bet that kind of thing turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Oh yeah." Anthony licked his lips. "Well, I like to fuck guys, obviously." His breath caught, as Greg began to slowly jack him off. "I really like to suck cocks. I love it when a cock squirts in my mouth."
Greg leaned in close. "Do you swallow?"
"Sometimes." They were both speaking in coarse whispers. "And sometimes I like to let it dribble down my chin. Especially if the other guy likes to lick it." Another kiss, tongues dancing.
"You like to get fucked, too, don't you? I watched you getting fucked at that party, and you love it."
A smile. "Oh, yeah. I love a nice thick cock in my ass, with a hot guy attached to it. The absolute best way to cum is with a big cock shoved up in my asshole. I love it!"
"Oh, I could tell. And you fuck really good, too. You fucked me really nice."
By this time, their foreheads were pressed together. Each had an arm over the other's shoulder, and was slowly jacking the other off.
"What do you like?"
"Oh, I like to feel cum squirting in my mouth, too. I don't suck cock very well, because I like it better when a guy jacks off into my mouth. And I love to kiss when we've got cum in our mouths. I love it. My favorite thing is the play with my asshole. I love sticking fingers in it, and toys, and especially cocks. Do you like toys?"
"I've played with toys. Yes."
"Oh, good. We'll have a dildo night some night."
Greg shifted so that the two men were more scissored. Now their scrotums and ball sacs were pressed together. Greg took Anthony's free hand and poured some lube on to his fingers.
"Touch my asshole. Stick your fingers in me."
Anthony didn't have to be coerced. First he rubbed the area around the opening, then he slid a finger in. Greg said "More. Two fingers." His smile showed that he liked it. "Do you like my asshole?"
"Oh yeah. It's perfect. It's an asshole that looks like it likes cocks."
"Uh huh. Cocks and cum. Now, here's how I want you to cum. When you're ready to cum, just slide it in me and squirt. Then you can make me cum however you want. You know what I'd really like, too?"
"What's that?"
Greg pulled Anthony close and whispered right in his ear. "Will you lick my asshole after you cum in it, so you can taste your own cum inside me?"
"Oh, God!" said Anthony. "Yes. I want to lick your asshole, then suck the cum out of your cock. Then we can kiss, and start over."
"Yes! We can kiss, and I can taste my cum on your tongue. And we'll get hard and do it again!"
A minute later Anthony said "I'm gonna cum!"
Greg lifted his hips and guided Anthony's shaft to his hole. The look of ecstasy on Greg's face as he slid his sheath down Anthony's raging cock pushed him over the edge and he gasped as his cock pumped squirt after squirt of hot jizz into his lover's hole.
Greg smiled, almost angelically, as Anthony's cockthrobbed orgasmically inside. There was no thrusting, just a squirting cock buried balls-deep.
The moment passed and, once Anthony's cock stopped pulsating, Greg gently raised himself, squeezing his hole shut when the impaling rod slipped out of him. A single, thick dribble of jizz ran down towards his back.
Anthony flipped over, pushed Greg's legs back and lapped that creamy dribble before wrapping his mouth around Greg's hard and glistening rod. In an instant he was rewarded with a powerful jet of hot spunk that shot to the back of his throat. He moaned with delight. Greg gasped. Then their mouths were together and they shared a mouthful of hot cream.
They were quickly hard again. Greg's smile was lascivious and wicked. "We'll do it again, just like that. Then, if you can get hard one more time, you can fuck me nice and hard. 'Cause that's what you want, isn't it? You want a nice hard fuck, too."
"Oh yeah." was all Anthony could say in return.
They sat facing each other again, scissored like before. Slowly, gently, languidly, they jacked each other toward another climax. They were liberal with the lube, and fingers aggressively probed welcoming holes. They kissed, and let their tongues dab at the remnants of Greg's orgasm that were slathered over both of their faces.
Slowly but surely, Anthony edged toward orgasm. As the tension built within him, so did his desire to flip Greg on his back and fuck him like a man. Like only men can fuck. But, he held himself in check. This was, after all, a fun way to have sex, too.
Just slowly stroking each other, kissing, fingering each other's holes was intensely satisfying. There was a playfulness to Greg's style of lovemaking, overloaded with virile eroticism. Greg's gentle stroking of his big cock, his fingers deep inside of him, and his whispers of "cum for me, baby, I want your cum in me, I want that squirt" brought him to the place Anthony wanted to be.
"I'm gonna cum!" he said, with urgency.
Greg lifted his hips and guided Anthony's cock to his hole. He impaled himself, taking him full depth in one motion. They both moaned passionately as Anthony's cock throbbed and pumped another load of love nectar into Greg's hole.
Anthony was barely done cumming when Greg rose off of him and grabbed a handful of Anthony's dark hair, pulling him toward his own cock which erupted before Anthony could wrap his mouth around it. Anthony greedily swallowed what didn't land on his cheeks and chin, though. As he sucked hungrily on the hard flesh, he jammed two fingers into Greg's asshole, and felt his anal ring contracting rhythmically, and imagined those muscles massaging his cock.
Now he wanted even more to feel Greg's legs around his back as he pistoned his cock in and out of that beautiful hole. He moved so their mouths came together, and Greg's tongue was at his. Then Greg's legs were up and wrapping around him. His cock found the prize and he slid in.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Greg whispered into his ear. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me like a man!"
And they fucked like only men can fuck. A thick, urgent cock plunging in and out of a tight, slick manhole. Another hard cock pressed between their bellies. Tongues dancing, bodies surging with lust. Anthony could feel his own jism squeezing out with each thrust, and he let his animal urges take over. Pulling out, he held Greg's legs while he licked up a tongueful of cream that was running from Greg's hole and down his back, then plunged back in as they kissed and shared the thick fluid.
They fucked like men, and they came like men, muffling their orgasmic moans with each other's mouths. Greg came first, and the joy of his climax put Anthony over the edge. This time his orgasm was complete, as he thrust hard and deep for complete satisfaction.
Then they were still, enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss while remaining locked together. Finally they fell apart, their bodies covered in sweat, breathing in gasps. Greg cuddled up to Anthony after a bit.
"You can stay a bit, but I only ever have sleepovers if the Smiths are gone. They're home, so..."
"That's okay. I don't mind. This was really nice. Can we fuck again soon?"
