James's Visit

© 2011 Alex Carr.

"Did James visit last night?"

Phil wanted to know if we'd fucked, I could tell by his tone.

"Yes he did" I replied.

"And, Pete?"

"And what?"

"Did he fuck you?"

"You know he did, God! I only see him once a month so it is a pretty sure thing, yeah?"

Phil looked glum as always he did when I'd been with James. It was like he owned me.

"Where does that leave me then, Pete?"

Phil looked as though he was about to leave, but I didn't want him to. I closed to him, touched him and kissed him on the cheek.

"It leaves you right here with me, right now and we are going to have some fun right?"

He soon took the glum look off his face when I closed my hand around his crotch just to show him I wanted him too.

"It is just that I feel insecure I guess when you have been with him, Pete - I'm sorry but that's how I feel, I couldn't sleep last night thinking of him with you. I just feel like I cannot compete, I have heard how coloured guys perform."

I unzipped him, massaged him through his boxer shorts, he always enjoyed that and it usually brought him round to seeing I wanted him as well. And I simply loved doing it to him, feeling it grow so hard in my hand.

Phil was just an old pal I'd known for years, married now but he still enjoyed me when he paid his monthly visit to London on business.

We recalled how we met at university, how we got to know each other, and those gorgeous illicit afternoons in his room, it was so wonderful, in fact it was James who taught me the fundamentals of gay love.

And when I always mentioned that, about the fundamentals, he always made me laugh replying: "is that what they call them now!"

He was beautiful and knew how to prime me up, and when I saw him first time it was enough to make one's eyes water, he was so very big and alluring, but he was very gentle and taught me how to massage and caress it. I never thought I could do oral with him but he soon changed all that when I felt him take me so wonderfully into his mouth sweet sucking me - telling me just how good I tasted and how he wanted my fuck, and would I let him do it.

If I had any reservations James soon changed all that and I remember first time I tasted him, the pungency and the sheer flexibility of that large cock.

"It will be alright," he assured making it good for me, rubbing me up with plentiful lubrication.

And it was, but I often wonder how it would have been if he's taken me rough, especially first time.

I came to enjoy it with James

Back to Phil -he was moaning now. But he still had James on his mind as I pulled his elegance through the undone buttons f his boxers and thoroughly stretched it back to give me that scent of him, always a special turn -on the scent of his ripe cock..

"How does he fuck you, Pete?"

"How do you think", I laughed, up the you know what! Look, Phil -everyone is different, no two fucks, like no two guys are ever the same, but each has its own particular thrill for me okay?"

"I just wondered that's all. Did you do that video you said you'd do?"

"Yes, you want to watch it now?"

"Yes please, dying to."

He watched intently as I enjoyed the taste of him, gently massaging his balls.

"Watch you eye balls don't fall out! I said

"He's big isn't he, now I know just why you are always so easy when you've been with him. Makes me feel a little undersized."

I heard what he was saying but enjoying the suck I ignored and felt his hand behind my head, pushing for a deeper oral penetration, it was nice, is was different as on the video I could just see myself doing the same with James, I have to admit for a while I imagined it was James I was sucking because it was so good, but then so was Phil in a different sort of way.

I could tell he was ready to fuck because he started to handle my rump, I loved the way he kneaded and slapped my through my jeans.

"I think I'd better take these off don't you?" I said seeing that Phil was well and truly ready for it.

I placed myself to receive his visit, leaning over the settee with one fork placed on the edge to make it easily assessable for him, and besides I loved the way he cupped my balls and cock and then sniffed and sucked me up where he was going to visit.

Still feeling a little numb after James deep penetration I could still feel his fuck inside me so when Phil entered me it felt like an emptiness well furnished with his beautiful throbbing cock giving me the fuck I so loved of him.

Afterwards, when he had reached his climax and finished me off with his mouth, like he always did, it made for a beautiful relationship that I did not want to end, despite James.

I told Phil that as I gave him a post fuck wanking, just to show him how much I wanted him too.

"Then I'm happy, Pete. I do love you in our special way, love you to be all the things you are for me, it would be hard for me to have to do without you, you now that, Pete."

I sniffed and sucked him, balled him to oblivion, and then In treated him to something I know particularly he loved: a nice long and deep smothering, just crouching over him, letting him enjoy me how he wanted, nudging me when he wanted a breather.

That was something special between me and Phil, sometimes I wore my briefs, sometimes not - depending on his mood, but the feeling of his face into my crotch was wonderfully stimulating and so satisfying..

And invariably after that he'd want to fuck me again and he knew I would never tire of that.

I think he knew too he was equally as important to me as was James but in a different way