Two Sides of the Same Coin (23 page)

“You ready to try this with music buddy?”

“I sure am.” I walked over to the CD player and began lookin’ through the CDs. It occurred to me that this was kind of a special moment, so what song to play. I finally settled on “Tim McGraw” by Taylor Swift, a beautiful song about teenage love and loss.

“Okay, buddy, here we go; let’s catch the beat.” We did and off we went.

Mike was doing a great job. We fit together real good, and as the song went on, we got closer. When it ended, we just held on to each other for a while. I was facing out the glass windows. The clouds had blown off for a little while, and the moon was shining on us like a spot light. I could see lots of stars. The fire cast a warm glow. I could smell wood smoke and clean sweat and Irish Spring soap on Mike. I didn’t want the moment to end, but finally said, “You wanna try something just a little faster?”

“That sounds good. This is really fun. Thanks.”

“There is somethin’ about holdin’ a hunky, handsome guy close and havin’ him put his head on your shoulder.”

“You can say that again.” I picked the second song, “Nothing On But The Radio” by Gary Allan. We got into position, got the beat, and started two-stepping. “You’re picking good music, Jeffy. I really like dancing with you. Could you maybe pick another slow one?”

“Sure, that sounds real good to me.” We each took a drink of the whiskey, and then I walked over to the CD rack and picked one of my favorite bands, Little Big Town. The song I picked just seemed to fit. I started it, and we slid onto the floor.

Suddenly we were real close. Rubbing belt buckles was a good way to put it. My arm slid down from his waist to his butt. I grabbed it and pulled him in real close. His arm on my shoulder went around me, and he put his head on my other shoulder. As we moved in close, we ended up with one of his legs between mine and one of mine between his. I pulled the hands that we were holding right up to us. The song seemed to end too soon. We stayed like that, just holding each other for a few minutes. Finally, we pulled back just a little, enough to look at each other. Mike had a half smile on his face. His tawny brown eyes were gleaming. His red beard caught the firelight.

“Buddy, you must be the handsomest guy on the planet. You’re beautiful.”

He smiled at me. “I think you got me beat.”

My hand was still on his ass. I pulled him in close. We kissed. The kiss was a hungry one. We lit into each other with an intensity that was electric. I could taste the sharp bite of whiskey, and a tangy, malty undertone of beer. My hand pulled his tight, hard butt forward. My other hand was running down the muscles in his back. Our legs were intertwined and we were pushed against each other. The hardness below my belt was intense. The way Mike was pushing against me let me know he was rock hard also. We finally pulled apart. I put my head on his shoulder and nuzzled his ear, licking his earlobe and gently bit his neck.

“Buddy, stay with me tonight.” He smiled at me. I continued, “Let’s go upstairs.”

I grabbed his hand, and we headed upstairs and into my room. We fell into an immediate kiss. I was unbuttoning his shirt, and I felt his hands at my belt buckle unfastening it. All of a sudden, my pants fell around my ankles, and I pushed his shirt down his arms, it stuck on his wrists. With my jeans around my ankles, I had to hobble around a bit to get his shirt off of him. He was unbuttoning my shirt, and I unfastened the buttons on his jeans. His pants fell, and his belt buckle caught on a button on his underwear. We both laughed. To be truthful, we were both a bit nervous, and the comical undressing cut the nervousness. We finally stood there, both of us with our pants around our ankles. I felt down the front of his long johns, and began rubbing his cock through the material. He broke the kiss and moaned, and his hands were busy on me. Having him touch me felt so great; I knew everything was going to be okay. This was the right moment to finally get together. Looking at Mike, I could read the same thought on his face. I stepped out of my pants. I turned him around, and pushed him down on the bed. His feet flew up and I grabbed his jeans and pulled. I knelt over him and began unbuttoning his underwear. Each time I undid a button, I’d rub whatever was under there, his chest, his belly, and all the way down. Finally, he was all unbuttoned. I pulled his underwear and socks off, and he lay on the bed. He had more body hair than I did. His chest and belly were one soft mat. The fur continued all the way down to the base of his cock. His cock was hard and lay on his belly pointing up. I shucked my underwear real quick and climbed on top of him. I rubbed my chest against his, just close enough so only the hair touched.

“You don’t know how long I been dreamin’ of this, Jeffy.”

“From that first day we rode fences?” He nodded. “Me too; I just knew somehow that tonight the time was right.” We kissed a long slow kiss. This wasn’t desperate like the kiss in front of the fireplace, but more of an exploration. We were running our hands up and down each other. I reached down and fondled his balls with one hand and put the other behind his head, pulling him up into the kiss. He mimicked me, rubbing my balls. I started moaning with pleasure.

“Feel good?”

“Hell yes. Just like that. God, I love that.”

“Jeffy?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Will you fuck me?”

“I’d love that, buddy, but you sure? If you’ve never done that, it’s gonna hurt a bit. I ain’t exactly small either.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I want you inside of me. Hell, Jeffy, I’ve never wanted anythin’ so bad.” I smiled at him. I could see the longing in his eyes.

“I like it when you call me, Jeffy.”

He pulled me down on top of him and whispered in my ear, “Jeffy, Jeffy,
my
Jeffy. You know your eyes light up when I say that?”

“I bet they do. It makes me feel special when you say my name, when you call me Jeffy.” I moved down the bed and knelt between his legs. I grabbed his ankles and pulled them up, and then pushed his legs back so his thighs were almost parallel with his belly.

“Fuck, buddy, you look so hot all spread out for me like that.”

“I like bein’ spread out for you.” There was a tender quality in his voice. When I spoke, my voice was husky.

“I am gonna make you feel real good. Put your hands behind your head. Just concentrate on the feelins I’m givin’ ya.” I bent over him and began to lick his balls. He must have liked it because he kept giving out these little whimpers and squirming. I slowly moved down to the area just behind his balls. It’s a real sensitive area, so I spent some time there licking and rubbing it with my beard. Finally, I moved down to his hole. He was nice and clean, and I began rimming him. I’ve always heard if you can rim a man, you can fuck him.

Mike was whimpering like crazy; he kept saying, “Oh yeah, Jeffy, that’s it, that feels soooo good, Jeffy.” He was relaxing quite a bit, so I figured it was about time for step two.

I told him, “Keep your legs like that.” I got up and moved over to the nightstand. I took out a bottle of lube and some condoms. While I was doing that, he rolled over and began to suck my cock. It felt fantastic. Just sliding into his warm, wet, soft mouth was incredible. I could feel precum dripping out of me. It felt great, but I finally pulled back and kissed him again. I knelt between his legs and lubed up his ass. I lay down next to him and began to kiss him. I began rubbing his hole and finally inserted a finger. He started whimpering, and his kissing became more intense. I found his prostate and began slowly moving my finger around it.

“Oh my God! Jeffy, that feels so incredible.”

“Glad you like it. Now just keep your hands behind your head, and let me make you feel real good. I wanna show you just how good this can be. It’s gonna be extra special for me ’cause I’m doin’ it with you.” He didn’t answer me with words, but I could tell by the expression on his face he felt the same way. I continued his prostate massage and then worked another finger into his ass. He was relaxing and opening up nicely. After a few more minutes, I was able to work a third finger up there. I’d been fingering him for a good forty-five minutes, and he seemed ready for the next step. I got back up on my knees and reached for the lube and a condom.

“Let me, Jeffy.” He lubed up my cock and stroked it for a few minutes.

“That feels great, buddy.” He smiled up at me. He ripped the gold foil packet open and slowly began unrolling the condom on me. He kept stroking as he did, and it was wonderful.

“What do you do with that thing, Jeffy, play baseball? You are really big.”

“You didn’t get stinted either, buddy. You ready?” He nodded.

I got on top of him, and he spread his legs. I touched the head of my cock to his hole and poured some more lube down there.

“Okay, buddy. I’m gonna put it in nice and slow. Gonna fill you up.” I pushed the head in as gently as I could. He winced. “We okay, here? If I’m goin’ too fast, let me know.” I just held it there, and he took a few deep breaths.

“Go on.” I pushed maybe a half an inch more in.

He winced again, and I said, “There we go. I just pushed about three inches in. Are you with me? If it hurts, we don’t have to do this tonight. We got all the nights in the world.” He smiled at that and pulled up and kissed me.

“Keep goin’. I want you in me.” I pushed maybe another inch in. He didn’t wince this time, but did take a few deep breaths.

“There’s another few inches, buddy.” I pushed in some more. By this time, I was a little more than halfway in. “That was another three inches there.” I continued to push. “And another three.”

He laughed. “You’re big, but not that big.”

I pushed in all the way. His eyes opened wide. “I’m in buddy, all the way to the hilt. How’s that feel?”

“It feels great, fuckin’ fantastic! I never imagined it could feel so good.” I leaned down and kissed him. It was a gentle kiss; I just held still for a few minutes. He began to push against me, and I began a slow and easy rhythm on his ass. When I ended the kiss, he began to whimper softly with pleasure. He kept his eyes open and focused on my face.

“Guess what, buddy?”

“What’s that?”

“You’re fucked.” We both laughed. “You’re so tight, Mike. Ya got such a sweet ass. It feels so good.”

“It’s yours, Jeffy, whenever you want it.”

“I’m gonna take real good care of it.” I continued with a nice, easy motion. I wasn’t going to last too much longer, and Mike was dripping precum.

“Hold your ankles, buddy.” He reached up and grabbed his ankles. I knelt up, still keeping in him and keeping a nice slow easy rhythm going.

I reached over, got the lube, and squeezed some on his cock and balls. I grabbed his balls and tugged them a bit. I began stroking his cock with the other hand, in the same rhythm as I was fucking him with. He began squirming and whimpering. We moved together for several more minutes.

“Yeah, Jeffy, oh yeah, that’s it. Yeah, keep that up.” I could feel my balls pulling up and my dick getting even bigger and stiffer. I felt an orgasm begin to build up behind my balls. Just then, Mike let out a yell and shot. The first shot came out so hard, it hit him on the chin. He was squirming and moaning like crazy. That and the fact his ass was spasming around my cock made me shoot.

“Fuck, buddy! I can’t hold back. That sweet ass of yours is too much! I’m there, I’m shootin’!” It felt like I was unloading for a long time. I don’t think I’ve ever had such an intense orgasm. I finally pulled out, pulled off the condom, and threw it off the side of the bed. I reached over to the nightstand and got a couple of hand towels. I handed one to Mike, and cleaned off with the other one. I finally lay down on my back right next to him and pulled him over to me. He put his head on my chest. I kissed him gently on the head.

“Thanks. That was incredible. You okay, not sore or anything?”

“I’m a bit sore, but nothin’ I can’t handle. I kinda like it. When you fuck someone, they know they been fucked.”

“Well, I sure as hell ain’t gonna leave ya feelin’ empty.”

“You didn’t. Thanks, Jeffy. That was awesome. I never, ever realized it could be so good. You were right; it was really special.”

“I think it was special because it was us two. We kinda fit.”

“Yep, we do.” We snuggled together. It began to get cold. Mike commented on it. “Ya think we should get up and get our long handles on?”

“Hell no! Let me pull up the covers. We can keep each other warm. Turn on your side. Besides, you said your ass is mine anytime I want it. If I decide I want it in the middle of the night, I want easy access.” I sat up and pulled the covers up. There was a flannel sheet, a down comforter, and a Pendleton wool blanket, so I figured we’d be toasty enough. There was a spare Pendleton blanket at the foot of the bed in case we needed it. After I had the covers pulled up, I lay on my side behind Mike. I put one arm under his pillow and on his shoulder and the other arm around his chest. I pulled him close. He grabbed my hand on his chest and snuggled into me.

“Any regrets, buddy?”

“None at all; you were right, it was time and that was just incredible.”

“It was incredible for me too. Good night, Mike.”

“Good night, Jeffy, sleep well.” I kissed the back of his head and nuzzled into him gently. He sighed contentedly.

“Let’s get some sleep now, Mike; we done used up this day.” We both seemed to drift off almost immediately. Sometimes it’s awkward sleeping with somebody for the first time. It seems you often have to get used to it, but it didn’t turn out that way with us. We got a great night’s sleep.

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started raining again in the night, and we woke up to a gray murky light coming in from the windows and skylight. It was cold in the house, but I could hear the heat going. It would warm up fairly quickly. The morning began with a long slow kiss. We explored each other with our hands thoroughly, leading to another earth shattering mutual orgasm. Although I could have stayed in bed with Mike the whole day, I needed some coffee. I got up and put on my red long handles and a pair of black socks. Mike watched me dress.