After the first encounter, Eric and I spent a whole lot of time together. Still married and devoted to my wife, he could fill the needs that she couldn't. Though we talked extensively about Eric, Tina and I had an open relationship. She was cool with everything; sometimes she'd even ask me questions about him...she was just curious. I even asked her if she ever wanted to join us for dinner...she'd be welcome. She just felt things should be separated. Eric, on the other hand, really didn't care to discuss it at all...I wouldn't describe him as clingy but he always wanted me to spend the night...with him. I was his first real relationship since coming out and it was imperative that he make up for lost time. However you analyze or label things, the sex was always hot and went on for over a year, until he took a job in Denver.
Anyway, it was a Thursday evening and he invited me out to dinner; I was going to pick him up at his place. He wanted to show me some changes they'd made to their apartment; he and his roommate had set up an office in the extra bedroom. I think he felt some pride or a feeling of accomplishment, because he finally had a real space to work. As a student, the drafting table always seemed to land in the living room or hang over the bed. I remember feeling the same way when I bought my first house and it had the perfect spot for a studio. He toured me through the room; on one wall, there was a sleek, wooden desk with two, equally cool chairs. Another wall was a massive bookshelf filled with all sorts of books, files and cool stuff. Opposite the door and clustered by the window, there was comfortable seating group. Located in the corner, next to the shelves, was Eric's big drafting table. They used prints, photographs and plants to soften and humanize the space. We discussed how it was such a pleasure to work at home, now; even convinced he was putting out better quality work because of the workspace. "You know...while you're here, I really want you to check out this project."
He offered me the drafting stool, "Have a seat and I'll go over things."
"Well, let see what you've got...this is a nice detail, Eric...looks like a nice space." Ten or twenty minutes into the project, he moved around to stand behind me, explaining more of the project. "...this area will be accessed with the circulation, flanking this space." He moved in closer and set his beer down on an open corner, to avoid the drawing. He reached up to rub my shoulders, while we continued going through the drawing. Clearly interested in more than a shoulder massage, he reached lower to run his hands over my chest and abs. His fingers tweaked my nipples.
"Shit...that feels good...you can keep that up."
He rotated the stool to where we were facing and slipped off my belt. A hand ran over my crotch and he groaned "Mmmm...there it is," when he felt it pressing back.
I stood and pressed myself against him. Now, running my hands over his body, I groped at his tight ass and pulled him closer. His lean body was warm against mine.
Dropping to his knees, he pushed his face into the heat of my crotch. My pants fell to the floor and he tugged at the underwear. Once it cleared the waistband, all eight, hard inches popped outward, towards him. The bulbous, purple head, inches away, stared him in the face. Pre-cum was just starting; he reached out to rub it over the tip. I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked towards him...it was throbbing and felt hot in my hand. Eric ran his tongue over the head and teased the slit.
"Yesss...yesss...lick the tip. Taste my juice...that's it. Mmmm...Eric...take it dude...suck it for me," I urged. He welcomed my hand at the back of his head, pushing down and forcing it deeper.
I pumped my hips into him, deeper and deeper, till I felt my balls brushing his chin. My dick slipped from his mouth and he collapsed onto his haunches, staring up at the swollen manhood. "Mmmm, that's exactly what I need, Rob...can I watch you jack-off...over my chest? I've, sort of, been thinking about it most of the day...or really all day."
I laughed, "Really? Me?"
"Yea...I wanna watch you stroke...and cum on me. I can spread it and rub it in...it's hot to have your seed all over me."
I began slowly stroking up and down the length, while his eyes focused intently on the spit-soaked, manhood, in my hand. I worked myself towards orgasm, but when his hand slipped between my legs to insert a finger into my ass, I moaned and gave him what he wanted. The huge smile on his face confirmed his desire, as I pumped a spray of white droplets over his chest. "Fuck that feels good...gonna cover you...good...uhhh, fuck! Mmmmm...yesssss!"
I moaned as the cum trailed off and the spasms faded from the balls. After rubbing my seed over his chest and down over his belly, I watched him carefully lick each of his fingers clean.
He grinned, "Are you hungry? I know I just had my appetizer, but I think we're going to be late...sorry...we have 7:30 reservations."
"Eric...don't be sorry...that felt good. I am hungry...we can make it...but Eric, I want to continue this when we return."
Again, with a big smile, he kissed me and said, "I hope to do a lot more."
We went to dinner with Eric smelling like sex...my sex. We sat at the bar and talked before being seated. It was intimate, one of our favorite restaurants, and he was interested in how my day went.
"Well...I had a couple good meetings this morning...one was about the new construction. Because of a recent donor, we have greenlight to go ahead. This afternoon, I was thinking about tonight...went home to shower...and this, right here, is the perfect end to my day."
He smiled and clinked my glass with his, "I know what you mean...I'm thinking the same thing."
"What about you...what was your day like?"
"Well, I made some good progress and got drawings done for another Chicago project. And I thought a lot about tonight, too," discreetly running his hand over my leg and brushing between them.
