This is the fourth in the series which stands on it's own. For added context see my other stories, First, The Slide, and Falling. It's about discovery and the changes that can happen midway through life. Doing things you wouldn't have dreamed of and trying to deal with them. Falling into hedonism and what happens as you descend through the clouds not knowing how close the ground is.
It was a torrid affair. I found myself thinking of Peter at inopportune times. And like a middle school boy there were times when I couldn't stand up due to the erection straining the front of my pants. But mostly it wasn't about sticking that erection into a warm body. Instead I was the warm body receiving and capturing another's erection. All so I could extract his warm essence inside.
An essence I found myself tasting or imagining tasting at those inopportune moments. And my backside would pulse and even moisten with the thought of it going deep inside to drip out later.
Peter would suck me sometimes but I would come now as a sympathetic reaction to his own orgasm as I embraced giving pleasure. Pleasure that translated into my own release. I felt like a teenager again. In fact sometimes I'd lose control the second that lovely cock slid over my prostate and spit a huge load over whatever I was currently aiming at. The best were when I was filled.
It was experimentation and finding all sorts of ways to couple. There are of course only so many ways but we'd research and then find ourselves trying them. The intimacy of knowing every spidery vein that slid by my tongue. The wrinkled sack and taint that led to the familiar corrugated folds of Peter's anus. And of course the man musk that I inhaled deeply whenever I could. That smell had me hard and leaking in seconds.
I wanted to please him so badly. I upped going to the gym and added yoga classes to increase my flexibility. It was something like pride when I got my knees back so far against my chest that he could lay against them in a missionary fashion and pound into my hole as his tongue dueled with mine. I came in between our sweating bodies twice and it greased the sliding flesh of our bellies as he took me. I licked his belly clean and then did the same with his cock.
And the prep for sex became rote as I ate more bran and mastered the cleanliness and lubrication. There was no hesitation either in putting my tongue on him anywhere and we had extended sessions where I rimmed until my tongue was sore and had probed him to occasionally come under my ministrations.
Peter would return the favor and leave me ass up, sloppy with spit and lube as he slowly wanked my cock. Multiple fingers often found there way up me too. Massaging the inner muscles until I was screaming for relief. He'd never let me get there that way though because I'd coo with delight as he used his cock instead. He never stopped mentioning how much he loved getting me to come while on his cock.
My hardening body from all the gym work also became a focus. The camera came out and extended afternoons were spent posing in erotic shots that would turn into full blown fucking. He also loved the faces I made during his entry and more than a few pictures were triggered as I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration. I kept one hidden deep on my tablet showing my head arched back, face covered with a particularly big load the second I came from Peter inserting to full depth after a particularly long teasing session of analigus.
It showed how I often felt in our relationship. Almost out of control with pleasure and letting myself go in the submission and overwhelming sensations. The results of previous labor and evidence of cocksucking marking my face undeniably.
One day he produced a razor and shaving cream and proceeded to denude me below the neck of every hair. He rubbed the oil in afterwards and shot exposure after exposure from every angle before taking me. My naturally ivory skin glistened first with the oil rubbed into every crevice and then later with our love juices smeared everywhere.
For his birthday I edged into the uncomfortable by getting waxed and in a fit of exuberance had my anus bleached as well. A white g-string lasted about 5 seconds as Peter tugged it aside and tongue-lashed me to the edge four times before pushing my legs back to expose that pink hole and thrusting deep. My cum shot sprayed up my chest and reached as far as my chin as he buggered me into a heap of relaxed flesh.
On the home front I explained away the hair removal as a cleanliness and aesthetics thing. My wife had noticed my hardened body and even expressed approval. Of course she would never notice the bleached hole. The gym was justified as stress relief from an increasingly stressful job. The truth is it helped but not nearly as much as getting sodomized on a regular basis.
Looking back on it the familiarity made me brave too. In some cases Peter accompanied me to the gym. It wasn't busy and we stood in the shower washing off after the workout. I glanced around and saw no one. Pumping a long stream of liquid soap in my hand I quickly stroked Peters cock up to size as he almost gaped at me. Taking more soap I turned to the wall, leaned and raised on my toes. The soap wasn't a great lubricant but allowed two fingers to penetrate as I looked back over my shoulder and him and spread a cheek with a leer. Almost flabbergasted he nonetheless moved forward with bended knees and sheathed himself with some difficulty.
It was tight. The soap was a mediocre lubricant but I was more experienced now too. I bit my lip as my hips were grabbed and he began thrusting. I think the danger of getting caught got to him along with the extra friction from bad lube and he lasted only long enough to trigger me. My cum spattering the tiles near the wall as he basted my innards.
It was just in time too because footsteps were coming and we quickly moved back to respective shower heads. I glanced over to see my cum sitting lightly on the tile and edged it with my foot towards the drain. Two guys barely glanced at us as they entered and I scrubbed myself down quickly before turning off the water.
Walking towards the locker room, I looked back at Peter's almost shell-shocked face and reached down between my cheeks to swipe away part of what was now leaking. Looking directly at him I quickly sucked the finger clean and winked. "You are a very naughty fellow" he whispered in my ear.
I reveled in the idea of seducing him and understood now the thrill it gave women to tempt and then give. Wearing just leather chaps and a cowboy hat. I rode him as he moved my hips up and down while my cock bounced off his belly. Just a t-shirt, jock, and a white toe socks ended up with me being pile-driven from above.
And even though I wasn't into it, I even stole a pair of my wife's lacy, pink, Victoria's Secret panties and greeted him one day. His response was interesting. He spun me around and pulled the panties down off me. "I do not want to see you as a Frau" was the guttural response and he pushed me over a couch and gave a stinging slap on my ass.
Mounted, it was a rough fuck. "I like fucking a man up his pussy" was his comment. "You are being quite the naughty boy lately" came as he hilted and withdrew. Punctuated with a solid meaty slap on my other cheek. " I wonder if I should be pushing your limits more? See how far you are willing to go."
I didn't know. I had never known this level of freedom in adult life and to be truthful I was rolling in it with abandon. If Peter had not been so levelheaded than it could have gone badly much more quickly. He let me run but didn't push.
About four months later I had managed to finagle a free weekend at Peter's city place and arrived to see there was a visitor. I was surprised and honestly a little disappointed that the anticipated bed session was going to have to wait. His visitor was slim, blond, and dressed like a European with skinny jeans and a tight shirt. There was a gleam in his eye and a knowing grin as he looked at me.
