There's Something About Seth

It was a sunny spring day so most of the denizens were out on the bar's deck. A couple of outdoor TVs were tuned to basketball with the sound off. Old-school rock music pulsed at a volume that meant the art of conversation was akin to yodeling. I blew past the tables while waving at familiar faces and retreated into the more sedate inner bar. I was in no mood for the noise.

There was plenty of room at the long L-shaped bar, so I perched on my favored stool opposite a big-screen TV at the bend. My usual - a cold bottle of Bud - found its way to me almost simultaneously to my ass hitting the seat.

"Cheers, Jerry," I said. "And thanks for keeping the music ...," I hesitated to find the right word, "reasonable."

Jerry smiled as he turned to the register to start my tab. "I take into consideration the older demographic that stays inside on a day like this."

I winced good-naturedly as I took a gander about the place. There were a couple of regulars down to my right and to my left, just around the bend of the bar, was a guy I'd never seen before.

"Hey. How's it going?" I said as we caught each other's eye.

"Very chill today. It's been a long week and I deserve it."

"Here's to chill."

We clinked bottles and settled in to watch the action on the screen. I asked, "Who do you like?"

"Don't really care. I'm just here for the beers" he said with a mischievous grin, "and maybe some friendly conversation."

There was an impish glint in his eyes that made me laugh. "I'll do my best," I offered, "but make no promises." Then we settled in to watch the game and chat. He bought the next round, which occasioned more clinking of bottles.

I'd been coming to this place for a couple of years and had never really struck up a romance. There was this one woman I hit it off with but she was "semi-involved" with some mystery guy no one had ever seen. And there was that night when one of the gay regulars got pretty drunk and I had to drive him home. He was practically inert during the ride until I put my hand on his crotch and cupped his cock. He had assumed I was straight - and I am, mostly - so my brazenness surprised him. Pleasantly. We went inside his apartment and collapsed on his couch for some making-out amid serious groping. We wound up in a sixty-nine on the floor. I was giving every bit as good as I got, and when I started fingering his hole, he shot his load down my throat. This inspired a wild, pulsing cumshot from me. We tongued each other clean as I continued to gently work his hole.

"You can have that ass if you want it," he said. It was an intriguing proposition but I was too spent. We momentarily made out again before I left, then never spoke of it again.

Now, I was sitting with a guy named Seth who was just my type. He was about the same age, late 30s, and his body was trim and fit from a healthy habit of running. He had an affable gentility that suited his 5 foot 8 stature, a good head of dishwater blond hair, and full lips that smiled in a wry grin. He was a friendly guy out being social on a Saturday afternoon. A friendly, attractive guy.

You might wonder how a guy who was "mostly straight" could have a type when it came to men. Well, I previously had only one real connection with a guy that was more than a wild exchange of oral pleasure and stained clothes. Allen was five inches shorter than my 6-1. A man of slender build and beaming blue eyes. When he walked into the bar (a different place) I thought to myself: there's a gay man. Then I corrected myself: there's an attractive gay man. And finally: there's an attractive, sexy, gay man. Not that he was flaming or provocative in any way. He just had a vibe that he would show the right man what man-love was all about. He gravitated to me. I'm muscled by two decades of building houses and have the full beard that is common among the occupation. I'm definitely Alpha but I don't put on a show of macho bluster. I demonstrate what kind of man I am by the way I live, not by being an asshole.

Allen and I started bumping into each other around town and it was always good to see him. We always shared laughs and conversed easily. Once when the bar was loud and no one could overhear us, he said "I miss giving and receiving pleasure to a man. Since coming to town, I've not found the right guy to explore the realms of juicy pleasure with."

It was an unexpected come-on and was accentuated with a slow burn in his eyes and a beguiling smile. My hand traced his thigh out of sight from the others. A tremble ran through his leg and up my arm. I said, "Let's see if we can leave with no one noticing."

We went to his place. There was no ripping off of clothes or any grunting, unbridled lust. He calmly stripped me and laid me back on his bed. Then he stripped down to his silky red jockstrap and turned to display his plush smooth ass. His cheeks did an inviting little dance, then he laughed and launched himself beside me. Within seconds every inch of him was afire beneath my touch. He incited me with strokes and sloppy kisses - my pecs, my abs, and then my cock. I was turgid and throbbing when he lowered his mouth over my cockhead. Then his lush lips plunged down the shaft and sucked slowly upward to the tip, again and again, coaxing my cum with every stroke of his mouth. It was enthralling and I was instantly lost in the sensations that ran in waves from my cockhead to my toes. I stopped him before I came and pulled him upward until those lips were on mine again.

We tumbled across every inch of the bed making out, my cock straining and rubbing against his, still sheathed within the silky confines of his jockstrap. Slowly, I kissed my way down until my hot breath wafted over his cock. I leaned back and admired the beauty of his bulge. My fingers caressed the outlines with tantalizing soft strokes until he was moaning and undulating, his manhood beckoning. I pulled the fabric aside. A perfect cut cock revealed itself, no more than 5 inches but shaped and proportioned as if by a sculptor. It was absolutely alluring. I cupped it with my hand and drew it to my mouth.

I took my time. My tongue swaddled his pillowy cockhead as my lips fluffed and teased the soft flesh. My fingers gathered his balls when I nibbled the base of his cock. My tongue made for his perineum, licking and slathering, my slobber running down to his taint. Then I returned to his cock with serious intent. I could easily accommodate its size within my mouth. I went up and down its length with mounting intensity, the plush flesh finding the clutch of my throat. I wet my fingertips and started stroking the rosebud of his ass. He moaned. With practiced contractions, his sphincter invited my fingers further, opening and closing, grabbing, begging me to enter. I continued my teasing and sucking as his breaths became fevered and his body writhed. I entered him with one finger and started probing for his spot. When I found it I was rewarded with a spasm of his straining cock and my throat was awash with his cum.

Later, when I entered him, our eyes were locked and I could gauge every sensation reflected in those baby blues. And he in mine. Our moans found a cadence as I thrust slowly into the tight clench of ass. His sphincter gripped me on every backstroke as if his body could not bear my absence. We kissed and eye-fucked, our passions mounting, until my breath caught in my throat and I came in long and pulsing spurts. As I gathered myself, he whispered "You are a wonderful lover and a great fuck." I couldn't get enough. I fucked him over and over that day until I had not a drop of cum left. Still, I yearned to be inside him.

We trysted secretly over the course of several weeks. Between wild carnal romps, we shared laughs and stories. Then he said he was in love with me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. He begged, "I promise to always make you feel complete the way you make me feel." But I didn't love him. My emotions simply did not run that way and, despite all the stellar sex, we went our separate ways. I missed him, however, and often wished things could have been different.

So when I say I have a type, I mean a man like the one I sensed in Seth. An attractive bottom who is very sexual and desires a very sexual top to rock his world and fulfill both their needs. I suspected there was a chemistry brewing between the two of us.

The game was winding down when Seth said, "Well, I've succeeded in getting a beer buzz on ..." he reached over and let his fingertips fall on my forearm, "now it's time for me to hit the couch, get high, and veg out." His fingertips lingered, making tiny circles, sending sensuous tremors up my arm, then retreating before anyone could notice. But I did. I noticed the wicked glint in his eye as well. "You wouldn't care to join me, would you?"

"I could get high. Sure."

His house was a well-kept Craftsman in a historical neighborhood. Stately trees. Flower gardens flanking green lawns. Hedges protecting the privacy of backyards. I followed his BMW to the garage area in the back. We entered through the kitchen and he pointed to the wood-paneled great room. "Take a seat. I'll grab a few beers."

I was perusing the bookshelves when he came in with the beers and a rather elaborate ceramic bong. "Sit," he said as he patted the couch beside him and started loading a bowl. I sat close and took the pipe, searching for the carburetor. He seized the opportunity to take my hand and gently guide my finger. "There's the little bunghole, right there," laughing coyly as he flicked his BIC. I took a deep hit and passed it back. It was good pot and we were soon shrouded in a blue haze as the bong passed back and forth. I collapsed into the soft cushions and spread my arm over the back of the sofa. After he put the bong down, he fell back into the crook of my arm and looked up into my grinning, exceptionally stoned face.

"I'm really glad you're here."

"I'm really glad you invited me."

I lost myself in his handsome face. His eyes were a dreamy grey with flecks of green. They grew larger as he slowly narrowed the distance between our lips. His hand was on my thigh tracing upward.

"Dude, read the signals. Meet me halfway." His breath was hot and trembling as I let myself drift into the softness of his lips. It was a feint kiss that lingered, followed by teasing nibbles. His tongue tentatively reached out. I pulled away.

"No. Don't kiss back," I commanded. "Just let me kiss you."

My tongue left soft, wet traces over his pillowy lips. My mouth skated slick figure eights. When his lips parted, I lapped at the edges of his mouth. He kept rising to meet me. I kept retreating. He was moaning as I teased the corners of his mouth, sliding the lush girth of my tongue into neglected creases. Finally, he threw his arms around my neck and our tongues plunged into a deep soul kiss. Our bodies thrummed as we sank into an erotic swoon. I swept him into my arms as he straddled my lap and our cocks made contact through the cloistering layers of fabric.

We separated long enough for us to shed our t-shirts. His chest was smooth and firm beneath my hands. I squeezed the flesh of one tit till his nipple puckered. It was large and erect, and when I circled the pouting nub with my tongue, he started moaning again and his groin danced lasciviously against mine. I sucked the nipple in and out of my mouth as his hands pulled my head deeper into his flesh causing me to sputter for breath.

We parted to recoup and suck air. His eyes were inflamed with lust, his grin charged with carnal intent. "Oh boy," he said as he rolled me over on top of him with his legs encircling my waist. We kissed some more with cocks grinding away. His hands were entwined in my hair and his heels were buried in my back. I broke the kiss to burrow my lips into his nape. He loved it and gasped with each nibble.

I was thrown to the floor when he staggered to his feet. "The bedroom is this way," he managed to say as he hopped on one leg trying to shed his jeans, "I want you buck naked by the time we get there."

I stumbled after him but he got away as I struggled with my clothes. He was lying on the bed waiting when I caught up. I stopped my scramble to take in the sight. He was smooth and shaved except for a landing strip that was shadowed beneath his hard cock. it was about the same size as mine, say seven inches. It was veined and muscular and so rigid it bounced with every heartbeat. The head was plush, turgid with hot blood. I was drawn by it. He stretched out a hand toward my cock. We touched fingers to flesh at the same instant with a mutual gasp. I stood over him playing with his beautiful shank of man-meat as he took my cock in both hands and explored its full length and girth and twirled the leaking precum around the head. Then his mouth was there and he sucked me in to the base.

I half-collapsed atop him in ecstasy. When I opened my eyes, there was his cock. I ran lips and tongue up and down his shaft and sucked on that nerve at the base. He trembled. We scooched toward the middle of the bed for a serious sixty-nine, lapping and slurping, learning from the catches in his breath and his moans where his special places were. Then I feasted on each tender, throbbing nerve. I was getting close to cumming. Too soon. I flipped position until we were back face to face and some serious making out ensued. We wound up rolling from one edge of the bed to the other, bodies undulating, and grinding. Seth broke off our kiss to go down on me again, holding me back with one hand. I could only lie there as he lavished himself on my cock. I was close to the edge again when he returned to my lips. Then it was my turn. I sucked and stroked and devoured his cock til he begged me to stop. We went back to kissing and caressing.

Later, I rolled atop him. Somehow he produced some lube and slathered my cock. With eyes locked, he encircled me with his legs and guided me to his spot. I pushed slowly forward and he opened himself to me. I sank gently, slowly, deeply into the sheath of his cloying tight folds. His breath seeped away as I penetrated deeper, our eyes never faltering. When I was in to the hilt, I paused. He kegeled the hard shaft that filled him. His hand cupped my neck as he pulled me downward. "Kiss me," he said. I did, and then I started to move.

With each thrust, I lost myself deeper into him, into his flesh, into the lascivious center of his soul and self. I fucked him until our breath was synced and our hearts beat with one pulse. With his heels, he pulled himself up to match my thrusts and he ground my cock side to side within him. I was propped on my elbows, lost in those grey-green eyes when he spasmed and a stickiness spread between us. "Breed me," he said. With pulsing spasms, I emptied my cock deep inside his marvelous, engulfing ass.

The day was lowering when we stumbled into a sudsy, handsy shower. It was dusk when we popped a bottle of chilled wine and cooked dinner. It was moonlight and stars when we finished fucking again and disappeared into slumber.

I awoke to the lonely feeling of an empty bed and the distant sound of the shower. I had roused several times in the night to find his luscious ass cradling my cock, and in my dreams I anticipated waking with my arm across Seth's chest and my rising cock finding the fold between his cheeks. I remained in bed hoping he would crawl back beside me but when he emerged from the bathroom he was dressed in t-shirt and shorts and bursting with an energy that didn't feel sexy. I reached to him. He came to give me a morning kiss. It lingered long enough to incite my hopes for a wake-up roll in the hay. But it was only enough to whet my appetite. I pouted as he gave me a playful grope.

"It's a beautiful day. Let's have breakfast on the patio first, then I have something special planned." He bent to plant a kiss on my cock but blanched at the odor when he got close. "Dear god, what have you been doing with that thing? Take a shower. Refresh thyself."

I was in the terrycloth robe he laid out when I joined him. There was a table set for two on the patio. He handed me a glass of o.j. and bade me to sit. Birds were flitting and singing in the sunshine and Duke Ellington was playing. I acted disappointed that there was no New York Times to fight over. I teased, "I could have the sports section. You could have the Arts and Style."

He laughed as if the joke was funny. "I always try to be semi-civilized on Sunday mornings. But this is special. I never have company."

"Never?"

"Been a long while."

I admit I enjoyed the breakfast. Good coffee, fruit, and fresh, warm Danish. How he managed that last feat, I'll never know. We sat close and traded kisses and modest caresses. I was ready to kick things up a notch but he said "Just chill out here, or inside, but don't come near the bedroom."

"What are you cooking up?"

"A surprise. I hope you like it." There was a hint of trepidation in his smile, maybe even dread. "I'll understand if you don't."

He disappeared and I cleared the dishes. Then I checked out his books, his DVDs, even an old rack of CDs. He was taking a long time. I hollered down the hall. "You alright in there?"

"Just go sit on the couch." I did and a second later I heard his door open and the squish of steps down the hardwood floor. He rounded the corner and assumed a coy pose. I gaped at the vision.

Beneath a silver satin kimono extended two garter straps attached to sheer white stockings. They clung taut and glistening over Seth's shapely legs. The sheen beckoned to be touched. My eyes trailed upward as Seth loosed the belt and pulled the Kimono's folds open. A white bodice swathed his waist and torso to just above the breast. Two lateral slits revealed his plump nipples. I lusted at the sight, wanting to lick and nibble at them. But then my lustful attention was stolen by the opalescent thong that sheathed his beautiful cock. The contours of his hefty shaft and swollen cockhead were clearly outlined through the glistening fabric. I was mesmerized.

When at last I was able to pull my gaze from his silken form and look to his face, I became absolutely smitten. His lips - those soft luscious lips - were highlighted in a feint pink gloss and his eyes - those grey-green siren eyes - were traced with liner while a slash of eyeshade colored the lids.

His expression was anxious. "Is this Okay? I mean if you're not into ..."

"Are you kidding? You look ..." I was shocked by an arousal I'd never known before, "... gorgeous." He blushed and an actual giggle escaped. With a seductive smile he sauntered toward me, then with a turn and a pull on the robe, he allowed me a teasing glimpse of the silken thong disappearing between his firm round butt.

My cock throbbed. I could feel the urge of my flesh. It was a wanton flame of lust, radiating like a wildfire from my groin to every inch of my body. I wanted to touch and caress and adore Seth from head to toe. I wanted to be inside him and inhabit his every fantasy and naughty dream. When he arrived between my knees, I was entranced by that wondrous cock. It strained the glossy fabric that gathered his balls tightly and bent the shaft downward. My hands went to his hips. I began to pull him close so my lips and tongue could trace the straining form, but he spoke to break my trance.

"Look at me." I craned my neck back. His make-up was subtle yet it highlighted his lips and lent an exotic flare to those dreamy eyes. He was lovely in a way I had never imagined a man could be. "This is me. I'm not some flouncy sissy but I love to feel sensual and sexy. I love to feel satin rustle against my skin. I love to look pretty for my man."

My fingertips played lightly up and down the silk that sheathed his ribs. He shivered at my touch as he spoke. "I really feel a connection with you. Chemistry. I want to be my real self with you." I let the sight of his captivating face wash over me as my thumbs circled the lush nipples revealed by those lacy slits and I gave them a tender pinch. He gasped. "If this is something you want as well, I will make myself as desirable as I can for you. As exotic and sensual and sexy as I can for you. If," he added, "that is what you want."