Steve's Cock Meets Steve's Ass

It is five o'clock in the morning. I'm almost still asleep. Here I am driving north on 101 towards Brisbane. The customer wants me there for 6 AM so I'll be there. Bored to tears. Not even a cup of coffee. My fingers start to fiddle with my key ring as the cruise control keeps me locked at 70. Suddenly I touch the silver friendship ring that Steve gave to me. I think of him and take a long deep breath.

It was back in Worcester. There was this free weekly newspaper that ran dating ads. It had a section for "Men Seeking Men". Steve had placed an ad. I can't remember what the ad said, but I clearly remember him. Steve was a very gentle man. Short, slim and handsome in a rugged way. Black hair, brown eyes and a very friendly smile. A face that always revealed his moods.

We spoke on the phone for two hours that first night. I knew I wanted to meet him. He gave me directions to his apartment building and I arrived at the appointed time. I remember it was a Tuesday night - 8 PM.

A woman in the elevator kept looking at my crotch and I almost wished I cared. I got to the door of the apartment. Hollow steel, hard, cold, very quiet inside. I inhaled and pressed the bell. Not a sound from inside. I rang again. Nothing. Maybe he was in the shower. I was about ten minutes early after all. I decided to wait a minute and ring again. It was one of those bells with a spring loaded clanger mounted right in the door below the peephole. If there really was anyone home they either heard it or they were dead. The minute was up and I rang again. This time I heard footsteps but they were behind me, not inside the apartment. Then a door opened behind me and I heard a voice "Nobody lives there you know, they moved out about 2 months ago."

I was sure I had the right apartment. I was taking notes when Steve gave me directions the night before. I turned to look. It was a really good looking guy talking to me. He had a black fishnet sleeveless tee on and a pair of those soft cotton shorts that jocks wear. His legs were very hairy. He had a sad look on his face. I stood there a second and said to myself that I must have had the apartment number wrong. Suddenly I had an impulse that I was facing the guy I had come here to meet. I decided to ask, but how ? "I'm sorry to bother you. Your name wouldn't happen to be Steve would it ?" "Steve?" (asking me, not repeating what I had said) "Yes!" (big grin on my face, man is he cute) "Come on in!"

We couldn't decide if he had given me the wrong apartment number or if I had written it down wrong. We didn't really care. It was a little bit tense at first. He offered me a beer and I accepted. We talked about a lot of things.

There was no couch in the room, only arm chairs. They were arranged with a little table in between that held a lamp. Some stupid show was on TV. I almost had to look through the lamp to see him as we spoke.

Our conversation got around to religion. Steve is a very spiritual guy. I started feeling what a nice guy he was. I was being drawn to him. It wasn't nearly so much his good looks, I could sense that he was a good and decent man. Someone who had been hurt.

As he was speaking I was imagining him in my arms. I wanted to run my fingers through his straight black hair. I wanted to kiss him. Suddenly I lost interest in talking. "How would you like to come over here and sit with me ?" I asked. "Yeah, sure, that sounds nice."

But instead of sitting on my lap he knelt facing me with his knees on either side of me in the chair. His crotch was level with my chest and I could see his smooth flat stomach through the fishnet shirt. I pressed my face against his chest, my arms enfolding his back. I pulled him down onto me so his neck was now right in front of my face. I kissed his neck for just a second, then again and again. I pressed my nose into that long black hair and inhaled to get the scent of him. It was a very masculine scent. My hands were now moving back and forth - carressing his back through the fishnet. His hands were around my head, holding me to him tightly.

For a moment it seemed we both stopped. Like we had agreed in advance. As if on a cue. Our eyes met and we both smiled.

Then I put my hands on his ass. I pulled him toward me, which made him straighten up and put his crotch right in my face. Soft cotton. Navy blue. Standing out in the front. I had to have him now.

My hands went up inside the shirt. Fondling his chest, my fingers through the curls of his dark hair. Across his nipples, first one and then the other, never stopping, building tension. Making him hot.

I pressed my face against the bulge in his shorts. I inhaled again. The smell of a mans crotch, his need, his hunger all expressed in pheremones of desire.

I started rubbing my nose against his cock, circles, pressing harder. The bulge was increasing. I rolled my lips over my teeth and gently put his cotton cloaked cock between them. Massage. Stimulation. Passion.

I took his shirt off. His skin was very pale and smooth, the dark hair contrasting against the pink of his flesh. I began to circle his navel with my tongue as my hands went down inside the back of his shorts to fondle his ass. He was making noises that came from his throat. He was definitely participating. I wanted more.

I moved my hands back up to the elastic band. He wasn't wearing underwear. Steve hardly ever wore underwear. I pulled the waistband down and sort of hooked it along the bottom of his ass. This made them tighter in the front. I think we both moaned. Now my fingers are on the waistband again but this time in the front. I pull down just enough to expose the top of his pubic hair. Again I smell his scent. Manly, aroused, moist and very warm. I sigh.

My tongue is making circles through the short curly hairs. I make his skin wet deliberately. Now my right hand goes back to his ass again. Gently up and down the crack, hardly touching him at all. He thrusts against my face, trying to use my chin to pull the shorts down further. My left hand is roaming around on his chest. I squeeze his right tit and he yells.

I cannot bear to wait any longer. In one swift motion his shorts are down around his knees and his beautiful cock bounces in front of my face. He is cut. He is long. There is a drop of moisture rolling down the head of his cock. I lick it so it will not go to waste. He almost falls off the chair but I grab him. I take the head of his cock in my mouth and stop right there for a moment. I want this to last.

His hands go for my jeans. He is rubbing my erection as I take him further into my mouth. Slowly, gradually I move my head forward until I feel him in the back of my throat. Then I start my motion. He is rubbing me through my jeans, he stops and unbuckles my belt. I am taking every inch of him deep into my throat. He is unsnapping my jeans. His hands go inside my underwear as I increase my tempo. Now it is not enough for me to suck him, I want him to fuck my mouth. My hands go to his ass and I set up a motion. He understands and starts thrusting his hips so his crotch slaps against my face.

Now he reaches inside my briefs. His fingers around my cock. He is stroking me as he fucks my mouth. His motions become faster and faster, both his hands on me and his cock inside my mouth.

Somewhere in the middle of this we decided it was time to go to the bedroom. Steve undressed me in the dim light. We stood beside the bed for a long time, hugging, touching, fingers on the move.

He lays me down and I smile, then he lays down on top of me.

The bed is firm and solid. His heat against my skin. His mouth all over me. I had an impulse I had never had before. "Steve" "Yes" "Would you like to fuck me ?" "Oh yes..."

He reaches across the bed and opens a drawer in the nightstand. I roll onto my side and curl my legs up toward my chest. Something cold on my ass. He is lubricating me. I submit to his attention. I hear latex. "Just one second Steve." "I'm ready." "There we go..." "You know I've never done this before." "I'll go slow, tell me if it hurts."

Is that his cock ? No, it's his finger! He is spreading the lube, or is he loosening me ? Oh it feels good. So good.

Now his finger is two fingers and he is thrusting them in and out of me. I feel like my ass is on fire. I want HIM inside me, I want him, I want him to fuck me.

I feel his cock against me. He rubs it up and down the crack of my ass. He presses up against me. His arm is around me, his breath warm on my neck. He starts to enter me and it hurts. "Just relax Steve" "Mmmmmm"

Slowly, gently, firmly he spreads me open. I feel the head of his cock as it enters me. He pauses and then presses further into me. I moan loudly. "Is it OK?" "Yes, more please."

He begins to rock his hips behind me. Sliding in and out. I hear the sounds of our lovemaking, I feel the heat inside me. He goes faster now, harder, deeper inside me, I feel his pelvic bone as he slaps against my ass. I start yelling. "YES YES YES" "Oh Steve, oh it's so good" "Yes, fuck me Steve fuck me."

Now he goes still faster, slamming against me, bouncing me across the bed. He puts his arm tightly around me now, holding me close, fucking me hard. I feel his rhythm change. I push back against him so he can go deeper still. He is close now, I feel his climax approaching.

He bites my neck, he grabs my cock, he thrusts deep inside me and I feel the tremors in his body as he fills the condom. He lays his head against mine. His sweat drips down on top of me. We lie still a very long time and then he withdraws.

We dated for four or five months. Steve taught me quite a bit about fucking. We sort of practiced on each other, hoping to perfect our techniques. Steve is a really sweet guy. We just drifted apart.

Oh gosh, here's my exit, I think I'll sit in the van for a minute before I go in. I wonder how Steve is doing these days.

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