Jules

Jules

My eyes slowly opened to the yellow light of morning seeping through the curtains and my ears adjusted to the sound of distant gulls screeching at each other for some reason known only to them. The soft scent of the sea was noticeable but only as background and the comfort of soft sheets and a pillow made me want to ignore the light and give in to sleep for a while longer.

As my senses reawakened, I became aware of the weight of a heavy arm draped across my lower back just above my waist, a feeling that was unique but not unpleasant, and which made me smile. I rolled onto my side while holding the muscular arm close to me and felt the pressure of being drawn into a welcome embrace while becoming conscious of small aches and soreness in sensitive areas of my body. A strong hand moved onto my chest and cupped my breast before fingers began to gently squeeze my nipple causing some mild discomfort. I was being held firmly as in a vise but I could feel kisses on the back of my neck along with the stiffness of a penis slipping between my thighs.

I wriggled free to use the bathroom and brush my teeth but eventually, I was drawn back into bed by the thought of strong arms around my body. As I made myself comfortable again, I did not have long to wait for the embrace that I craved and the feeling of an erection trying to find comfort in a warm welcoming spot. Strong, thick arms enveloped me and pulled my back against a muscular chest making me light-headed and almost giddy with anticipation. I could feel the thick, hard cock push against the rim of my anus and my sphincter beginning to open wide to adapt to its girth. It was slightly painful at first, which explained the soreness that I felt upon awakening this morning, but as I relaxed and accepted the fact that it was something that I wanted and that my body would accommodate, I became oblivious to any pain and lost in the sensations running through me. It was not long before I felt a gentle push and the pressure in my stomach signaling full penetration.

I moaned softly as the cock was pulled back and then pushed in again beginning a gentle rhythm that immediately excited and stimulated me. The feeling of being held so tightly, almost immobile, and having a large cock plunged deep into my bowels made me oblivious to anything other than the act itself. The deep strokes continued for several minutes and then the pace intensified and the sound of heavy breathing increased, signaling an approaching climax causing me to experience a tremendous orgasm that expelled streams of my own hot semen onto the sheet. As I panted and my sphincter rapidly pulsed and contracted, I quivered with aftershocks and felt the throbbing of the cock in my anus, and heard the cries of relief as a full load of semen was deposited into my bowels. I felt exhausted and drained and gauging by the easing of the grip around me, I knew that these feelings were equally shared.

I met Jules in a Provincetown club a few days ago and we shared two nights since then. At first, I was only mildly attracted to him, mainly out of curiosity since his large-boned, heavily muscled physique lacked appeal to me but after spending time getting to know the man under the muscle, the gentle, sensitive, humorous, well-educated person that I believed was the real Jules, I was smitten. The sex was intense since he had a level of energy and stamina that I had never experienced before, and always seemed ready for more. Anal orgasms were a rarity for me in the past but were easily achieved with Jules, a gift that he was happy to share and I willingly accepted, along with the abundant hot semen that came along with them. He also liked it when I took his large penis down my throat and allowed him to fill my stomach with semen as well. I should note that he was not selfish and gladly reciprocated but I felt that I could not do him justice with my regular-sized dick and small amount of semen, the result of the numerous orgasms he provided to me. I am not complaining but this is a new experience and worth an explanation.

Soon I felt the light touch of a finger on my nipple that soon traced a line down my stomach, across my abdomen, and finally circled the head of my limp penis, followed by a kiss on my neck. "That was lovely," he said softly. "I enjoy waking up with you next to me. It feels good."

"I like it, too," I replied. "You make me feel comfortable and you're an excellent lover, I'm getting spoiled."

I rolled onto my side and kissed his lips while he pulled me close to him, making me feel safe and secure, and, more importantly, genuine affection and attachment to another human being. The gentle stirring in my loins and the beginning of an erection on Jules' part proved my feelings correct.

"Not so fast, my dear, I need a little time to recover, get a shower and a coffee, and then we can discuss what comes next," I said with a laugh.

"But it's been so long and you're such a tease. You wiggle your butt in my direction and get so close to me, and then say no. It's not fair," he said with a sad, rejected voice.

"Seriously? I couldn't escape your grip if I wanted to," I responded laughing. "Besides, I have to stand up in the shower to let your cum drain from me before we start again." I kissed him once more, told him to make coffee while I took a shower, and suggested he do the same before attacking me again.

"You look lovely in the morning light, you know," he said with a smile.

"Flattery won't work this time, it's still no," I replied.

"Bitch" was all I heard while walking through the bathroom door, followed by a hearty laugh.

After showering and enjoying a lovely breakfast on the patio, we took a short drive to the beach to get some fresh air. The day was slightly overcast with a pleasant temperature and a light breeze coming over the water. We walked in ankle-deep water on the pretense of avoiding sharks and laughed at silly things as we spoke about nothing in particular. Jules was an easy conversationalist and the time passed quickly, much too quickly in my opinion since I enjoyed the beach and the smell of the sea. We chose to extend the experience by stopping at a local establishment for a cold drink before returning to the hotel for what was my final night in Provincetown and I struggled with the mixed emotions that I felt despite the beautiful surroundings.

"Penny for your thoughts," Jules said as I stared out across the water. When I failed to respond he tried again, more insistent this time, "Are you okay?"

"Oh, sorry, I was distracted and got lost in my thoughts," I replied. "My apologies."

"It's not a problem if you want to have some quiet time," he said. "I can head back to my place to take a nap, get changed for tonight and we can meet up later for Happy Hour."

I thought about his suggestion for a moment and then responded affirmatively. "That's not a bad idea and I wouldn't mind resting my eyes in a shady spot while listening to the sound of the surf. Let's meet at 6:30 in that little open-air place by the dock." We finished our drinks and then headed back to my hotel where we went our separate ways.

The walk back to the car was quiet, without much conversation. I thought about how the next day, a day without Jules, would compare to yesterday and today. The coming days would not start and end with sex, something that I was convincing myself that I would miss, but as I considered the eventuality, I was not sure if I was simply kidding myself, wanting to believe it. I liked Jules, I liked feeling his hard body and accommodating his needs but after doing that since we met, I began to wonder if that was the only thing he wanted from me. I readily gave in to his desires whenever he was inclined to take me; I had not approached him for sex because he initiated our intimacy much more frequently than I wanted to admit. If I were not available, what would he do? Would he miss me or simply begin searching for someone else to satisfy his needs? Maybe I was being silly in thinking this way, but it was a nagging thought that would not go away. I liked meeting my partners halfway, but I did not like the feeling of being used.

As we approached the hotel and parked, Jules put his arm around my shoulder and finally spoke, "Can I come up for a few minutes, maybe a quick cuddle?"

I understood what that implied and while I physically might have enjoyed an afternoon delight, emotionally I could not get my head into it, so I told him that I had a headache from the sun and just wanted to lie down for a while. His mood seemed to change slightly, but he accepted what I said while joking that I owed him one for his kindness. His last comment did not sit well with me, but I held my tongue and told him that I would see him later as planned before quickly heading up to my room.

I was still getting ready for the evening when, at 6:00 pm, Jules knocked on my door and asked to see me. Even though I was not finished dressing, I agreed and let him in while wearing only panties, my foundation garment. Upon seeing me, he commented about how sexy I looked and how I excited him before rubbing the erection barely concealed by his khaki shorts. Now I was beginning to become aroused as I looked at his muscular build under the polo shirt and imagined the stiff cock being restrained by the thin material of his shorts. He read my mind and walked over to me, extending his hand to rub my penis under the panties and kissing me on the mouth. "You feel good under the lace, and I can tell that you're happy to see me," he said with a sly grin.

"And you seem pleased to see me as well, or do you always walk around with that huge bulge in your shorts?" I replied.

"No, that is especially for you," he said as he slowly lowered the zipper and brought out his rock-hard penis that stood waiting for a gentle kiss and the caress of warm lips.

Without a second thought, I dropped to my knees and took his large cock into my mouth, holding it motionless as it grew and extended into my throat. Jules spoke softly, telling me to keep it in my throat as long as I could and then wrap my tongue around it as he pulled it out before caressing the head with my lips. We repeated this process quite a few times before he placed his hands on the sides of my head and began to fuck my mouth while I kept pressure on his cock with my lips. It wasn't long before his pace quickened, and the thrusts became deeper and more forceful. As I moaned with excitement, Jules groaned with pleasure as he climaxed, shooting streams of hot semen into my mouth for me to swallow hungrily. It was difficult to time my swallowing with his ejaculations but eventually the flow subsided, and I managed to keep his cum from running out of my mouth onto my chest.

Jules helped me up and hugged me, commenting about how good my blowjob felt in the process. Since I wasn't ready to leave, he said he would go to the restaurant to secure a couple of seats at the bar, and I could join him when I was ready. With those few words, he left, and I was alone with my thoughts.

I sat on the sofa and considered what happened. We separated in front of the hotel after a walk on the beach and a drink at a seaside bar, but Jules wanted something more and I refused. Instead of meeting at the restaurant as planned, he came to my room, enticed me into giving him a blowjob, and abruptly left. He never asked about my headache or how I was feeling but simply showed me the bulge in his shorts and I got on my knees like a slut. These thoughts brought me back to where I was earlier, i.e. that I was being used for sex by a very handsome and charming man. While this can be balanced by his looks and physique, it did bode well for a budding relationship.

I finished dressing, putting on navy blue shorts, a cream-colored linen shirt, and tan sandals, and made my way to the bar in the restaurant. Jules was talking to a couple of other patrons when I arrived but seemed pleased to see me, greeting me with a hug and kiss on the cheek. We spent some time at the bar before going to a table for dinner where, over our appetizers, Jules mentioned how nice I looked and how excited he was to get me back to the hotel to get my clothes off. I smiled but did not comment, giving me time to consider if I wanted to be fucked again tonight.

After a pleasant dinner, Jules signaled for the check, and consistent with prior meals he told the waiter that it would be split 50/50. This is not unusual in today's social environment, and I don't pretend to be a whore, but I was slightly offended when he specifically split the bill right after telling me how he could not wait to get back to the hotel to get my clothes off. However, being a practical person, I did not voice my opinion but went along without hesitation or a hint of annoyance. If I was going to pay my fair share for dinner then I would get my fair share of his body as well.

We said goodnight to the people at the bar and the wait staff before leaving to take a walk through town and head back to my hotel. Clearly, Jules was anxious to get me into bed, realizing that it would be his last night to sodomize me, and he did not want to waste a precious minute. I did not want to waste time either since I enjoyed feeling his stiff cock stretch my anus and the jets of hot semen flowing into my bowels.

When we got to my room, Jules kissed me passionately and held me close, pushing his erection against my stomach. I held his head and kissed him back letting our closeness and movement excite him even more than he was already. He was intense in his desire to remove my shirt and shorts, leaving my panties alone momentarily while he gazed at me standing nearly naked before him. He removed my panties, flowed by his shirt and shorts, and picked me up in his muscular arms allowing his stiff cock to settle under my scrotum while I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Jules gently placed me on the bed with my head on the pillow and then positioned himself on his elbows and knees above me. He kissed my lips and worked down to my nipples before continuing to my abdomen and finally taking my penis into his mouth, working it in and out to bring me close to orgasm. As I was reaching the edge and almost ready to explode, he put his arms under my knees and raised them over his shoulders. He positioned his cock against my anus, teasing me and causing me to react to the probability of penetration. "Jules, please get the lube from the night table. I can't take this without plenty of lubrication," I pleaded.

"Sorry, you're right," he replied and did as I asked, lathering his cock and my anus amply before continuing. Slowly I felt my sphincter stretch as the head of his cock entered me but he was gentle and soon I became lost in the moment. He eased his dick inside me and pushed slowly until I had taken it all with his testicles resting on my buttocks before withdrawing and thrusting again slowly to establish a rhythm.

I felt the sensation of his penis rubbing against my prostate as he moved in and out, and I was leaking precum from the stimulation. Jules was highly aroused and getting close to an orgasm as he moved, and I clenched my sphincter muscle to add to the friction. I began to moan as I approached the edge and could feel myself ready to cum when I heard Jules making similar noises and his grip on me tighten. Almost simultaneously Jules and I had orgasms, mine sending pulses of semen onto my stomach and chest, and Jules filling my colon to overflowing with hot semen that would soon leak onto the sheets.

As we finished, Jules relaxed and lay on top of me while I panted, trying to catch my breath. We were exhausted and drained, and my legs and hips ached from Jules' body prying them wide apart. After a few minutes, Jules slid off me and rolled to his side to get comfortable and I lowered my legs onto the bed. Neither of us said a word for quite a while but eventually, I broke the ice. "I really must get some rest as I have a long drive tomorrow so it would be better if you went back to your place tonight," I said matter of factly.

"Are you sure? I could set an alarm and leave early which would give us time for a little something to welcome the dawn" he responded with a smile.

"It's a nice offer but I will pass. I'm sure that you will find a willing substitute soon enough, but thanks anyway," I said with a forced grin.

Jules understood the message, got up, and walked to the bathroom without saying anything. After shifting away from the wet spot that had formed due to what had leaked from my insides, I remained in bed wrapped in a sheet with my head resting on the pillows. When Jules came out of the bathroom he told me that I looked sexy and asked that I reconsider my position and let him stay the night. After thanking him for the compliment, I said that I thought it best that he left while offering the hope that we might meet up again sometime in the future. I bid him goodnight and watched him leave from my position on the bed, not bothering to get up to kiss him goodbye, noting that he didn't bother bending to kiss me either. C'est la vie and we followed our paths, each with a pleasant memory.