Home To The Boyfriend and His Cock

I had been in Honolulu on a business trip for four days. While there I had been to some mighty fine gay bars, met some really cute guys, so by the time I got to the airport I was ready to get home and see Bacon. I managed to get on an earlier flight by going standby. I had told Bacon that I'd be arriving at SFO by 9:30 so he would not be expecting me this soon.

As soon as I got off the ramp into the terminal building I scouted out the nearest phone.

"Hi Bacon, it's Steve"

"Where are you?"

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"I'm at the airport, got an early flight, I've still got to get my luggage and catch a bus over to the parking lot", "So you're stopping by aren't you?", "Yes! I'll be there in about an hour", "Yummy, I'll be waiting." I was ready for this man. Just talking to him on the phone I was getting hard. I went directly to Bacon's place.

He opens his front door and we both smile, I step inside and we kiss. Chills go up and down my spine as our tongues meet. It has been too long. Softly I whisper "Hi" in his ear, he smiles "How was Hawaii?"

"Great..." and I begin to tell him about the bars and the guys and the Honolulu Gay and Lesbian Film Festival. Bacon sits in his chair and I sit on the sofa bed. With my Reeboks off I put my feet on the arm of the chair. Soon my toes are massaging his thighs through his jeans. We do this all the time. I rub him with my toes as he sits there getting hotter and hotter. Soon he says to me "Why don't you take off everything except your shorts, you've been in those clothes a long time." Of course I comply, in our relationship it is usually Bacon who calls the shots. We both like it that way. As I strip in front of him he admires my boxer shorts. I always try to wear interesting underwear when I'm going to see Bacon. We both like that too.

"Wild, so wild, YOU are so hot!" I love it when he talks to me like that. After my little strip show I sit down again and my toes are now wandering all over Bacon in his chair. I'm sitting there in just my boxer shorts and we are both getting hot. Somehow it is always comfortable to sit around Bacon's place half or completely naked. I'm never cold or chilly. I guess I know why...

Bacon gets up and kneels in front of me. He puts my legs over his shoulders and presses his face against the green flowers on my shorts. He nibbles. I react in a very predictable way. He unsnaps the fly on my shorts and his tongue darts inside. I am moaning now. He wants it and so he reaches inside. It takes a minute or so for him to work my cock out through the opening and I am going wild. His tongue is on me all up and down my manhood. "Oh yes Bacon, Yes!". He is getting me hot which is exactly what he intended to do. He pulls my balls out through the fly one at a time, slowly, carefully - it's getting tight down there...

The bottom of my fly is now pressed firmly up against that nerve that runs down the bottom of my scrotum, you know the feeling. I don't know if I've ever been this hot before. Now he is licking the head of it. He takes me into his mouth. For the longest time he sucks me, slowly, gently, fast then slow. We both know I will not come in his mouth. This is just a warmup exercise, ahh, the benefits of exercise.

Bacon and I are both negative. We want to stay that way. We both know how to reduce our risks, we respect each other.

Eventually Bacon pulls away from my cock and he starts to lean up towards me, quickly I lean forward and bend down to meet his face with mine. We kiss deep and long, our tongues wandering deep in each others mouthes. My nose is pressed tightly against his mustache and I smell the scent of my own crotch on his face, somehow this excites me too. Bacon is an intensely sexual man. Just pressing our bodies together I feel his desire and I want him to have everything that he has imagined. I want to please him with every part of me.

He has definitely got my motor running and he knows it.

Now he sits on his heels, still on the floor in front of me, and he carefully starts to pull my green flowered boxer shorts off, minding my rock hard cock so he does not hurt me. Bacon puts them on his head and we both laugh for a second, then he says "No, these should be on your head, you're the wild dresser." I put them on carefully, arranging the legs so one goes down over each shoulder, we laugh some more and he tells me I should wear them in the parade tomorrow.

Without a warning he suddenly has my whole cock in his mouth again. He is going up and down in a rapid, sensuous way. I feel his lips as they work back up from my pubic hair. He pauses as his lips pass over the head of my dick, caressing, sucking, making me hotter still. My right hand is groping him through his jeans. He is hard and I squeeze him gently as I slide my hand over his cock. My left hand is running through the hair on the back of his head. "Oh Bacon, Bacon, Bacon, Yes!"

I pull my hips back to make him stop and as my cock pulls out of his mouth I bend down abruptly and press my lips to his face. His whole mustache and beard are now wet with the juices of our passion and his smell is now mixed completely with mine.

"Stand up!" it is not like me to be giving an order, I'm sort of pleading with him. It takes forever for him to get up. I want his crotch right in front of my face, I want to bury my nose in the front of his jeans, I want the scent of his manliness to fill my nostrils. Finally my face is pressed against his blue denim. My hands go for his belt buckle and then I unzip his fly. He is wearing ordinary white briefs, but on him they are extraordinary. I curl my lips over my teeth and begin to nibble on his cock through the soft white cotton. Soon I cannot wait any longer and I put both of my thumbs inside the waistband of his briefs. He is ready and so am I. Carefully I pull them out in the front and down in one motion along with his jeans. His beautiful cock is now in front of my face, his foreskin hiding most of the head. I put my tongue against the slit on the end and begin to circle the bit of head which is showing. It is his turn to moan. I slip my tongue between the head and the foreskin and circle in the other direction. This always drives him wild and tonight is no exception.

I put my right hand around his cock as my left hand begins to wander around on his ass. I pull the skin back to expose the head of Bacon's cock. I take it into my mouth, slowly at first, more, then more. I take my hand away and plunge my face down into his pubic hair as I swallow every inch of him. I start to go up and down on him, faster, faster. He moans with each of my motions, soon he begins to thrust. I have slid almost completely off the sofa bed now, my ass is against his right shin. I start to slide my ass up and down against his leg as I continue to suck him. He is fully erect and I now want his cock to be inside me. Bacon pulls away for a second and grabs some condoms and some lube. I did not have to say a word. Bacon knew I wanted it.

I'd been 2000 miles and three time zones away that morning, here I was now in Bacon's living room with him greasing up my hole, a great way to end the day. As he fingers me with one hand, lubing and loosening me at once, he hands me a condom to open.

I help him on with the condom and he covers it with lube. I raise my legs to his shoulders and thrust my ass toward him as he kneels in front of me. He holds his cock against me, the lube feels cool and my own cock twitches in anticipation. He pushes against my tight hole, it feels like a cool pressure. Suddenly he begins to push harder and I open up to him. It hurts for a second but I want him inside me, I want to please him, to make him come with my body. I push back to bring him further inside, he pushes, I push, harder, pressure, pleasure - he is in.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he slides himself in and back, never pulling all the way out. We both feel the head of his cock as it moves across my hungry muscles. The lube is now spread completely inside me and he increases the speed of his thrusts. Now he is slapping his crotch against my ass, each time I feel his balls as they swing up and bounce against me. He thrusts harder and faster. Now each time he bottoms out inside me I am pushed against the back cushion of his sofa bed. I grab a pillow to put between my head and the couch. It softens the impacts and I start to concentrate on Bacon again as he thrusts deep inside me. I push back harder against him. I try to match the ever more urgent swaying of my hips to his rhythm. He is fucking me like I've never been fucked before.

Bacon says I am user friendly.

It seems like he has been fucking me forever but I am not ready to complain. My passion is increasing with his. He begins to say my name very softly and I know it is almost time. Louder now "Steve, oh Steve, Steve..." he is so close and my ass is burning with the pleasure of having Bacon inside me. He jerks and breaks the rhythm, he pushes hard against me, filling me all the way up, he shoots.

Bacon slumps down on top of me. I feel the sweat on his hairy chest as it starts to run down my skin. I feel his breath on my back. His weight is a comfortable warmth binding us together. He sighs.

He is careful to hold the condom tightly as he withdraws from me. That funny sensation as the head withdraws. Now I sigh. I am much more relaxed now, feeling somehow fulfilled. Once again I have taken him where he wanted to go. As I turn to kiss him I pull the condom off his now satisfied cock. I do it slowly, playfully. We laugh when it snaps against my hand.

Of course later that night it was time for bed.

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