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Larry meets his man - Part 3
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Part 11
I woke up early Saturday morning. I had a split second of confusion
when I woke up, and then I felt Larry's chest fur tickling my back
and his arm lying over me, and I remembered where I was, and I felt
great. I snuggled back up against him and just lay there drowsing,
listening to the birds chirping away in his yard. A few minutes
later Larry half woke up too. He hugged me to him and nuzzled my
neck with his lips, and then kissed me. I felt so happy being there
in his arms that I turned over and planted my mouth right on his. We
took our time kissing, pressing our bodies together. Of course I
started to get hard again, but I wasn't even in a hurry for more sex.
I just loved the feeling of being close right then.
After a bit we pulled apart, and Larry said, "I'd like you and Bob to
meet." All of a sudden I felt less close. I knew Larry and Bob were
kind of like a married couple, but it hadn't ever hit me as a real
thing before -- I was feeling so good being close with Larry that I'd
put it out of my mind. And I didn't really understand why Larry
wanted me to meet Bob -- he'd said he and Bob were real independent
and had a lot of their own friends and their own lives. So I asked
him why. Larry said, "I'm having a great time with you, and I know
from experience that if you and Bob meet and get to know each other
some, it'll really help keep any jealous feelings from developing."
I guess what Larry had said about him and Bob being independent had
made me think that Bob wouldn't get jealous, but now that he
mentioned it, I was glad that we were going to do whatever it took so
that I could go on seeing Larry and have everything work out OK. So
I snuggled back up to Larry's strong furry chest and said, "Sure,
when?" Larry said, "How about this evening? Bob and I are going for
a hike in the hills this afternoon, so he'll be down here tonight
anyway." That sounded fine to me.
I was getting horny for Larry again, and the feel of his belly hair
on my cock was getting me good and hard. I started rubbing my cock
up and down on his belly, moving my hips the way I had done when I
was fucking his ass. I liked the feeling, and when Larry caught on
to what I was doing, he reached over to the night stand and put some
oil in his hand and slipped it down between us so he had hold of my
cock. I kept on thrusting my cock through his hand and against his
belly. I was holding him against me with my arm around him, and I
felt his chest fur against my skin and his beard scratching my cheek,
and the pressure of his hand on my cock feeling almost as good as his
mouth had felt, and I felt great. I was getting hotter by the
minute. Then Larry reached down and flipped his own half hard cock
down so it was sticking under my balls and between my legs. That
felt great too. I was fucking his hand and stomach, and I could feel
his cock rubbing up against the underside of my balls and my crotch,
and all of a sudden I shot before I even knew what was happening. It
was like the feel of his cock in my crotch was a trigger that sent me
over the top. I shot right into Larry's belly, 4 or 5 times, and
then collapsed against him in a sweaty, sticky mess. But as always,
I'd enjoyed every minute of it.
We didn't lie around for long. I had to get going home to study,
especially since I was coming back to meet Bob that evening, and I
didn't want to miss my usual Saturday bike ride either. Larry
insisted that I let myself drowse out, because he said he knew from
experience that if I didn't, I'd be groggy all day. I really wanted
to get going, so I just got up and washed off. He wanted to stay in
bed for a while, so I went back and gave him a goodbye hug and kiss
before I left.
Larry was right about being groggy. About an hour and a half later,
I found my brain turning to mush, so I took a nap till lunchtime.
After lunch I had lots of energy, so I got through what I needed to
study and still had time for an hour ride into the hills. I enjoyed
being out in nature with no one else around, just feeling the breeze
on my body. After supper I still had some time to read, and I didn't
have a lot of trouble concentrating: I knew I was going over to
Larry's to meet Bob later, but I wasn't feeling the anticipation of
sex, so it was more like just going to see a friend.
Part 12
I pulled up in front of Larry's house around 8. I saw another car in
the driveway, and I knew Bob was there already. I had a few
butterflies in my gut, and I could feel shyness coming on again as I
walked up the path and knocked on the door. But then I thought about
the good times I'd been having with Larry, and the warm close
feelings, and I knew that anyone he cared about would be OK.
Larry answered the door, this time in a T-shirt and levis. He was
smiling, but in more of a friendly way than the special way I'd seen
so much of and liked so much. We hugged, and kissed just for a
moment. Then I came in the door, and as I did, Bob got up from the
couch and came over. Whatever I'd been expecting, Bob wasn't it.
For one thing, he was small -- a couple of inches shorter than me,
and I'm only 5 feet 7. It made him look cute, kind of like an elf.
He had dark hair and a close-trimmed gray beard and mustache like
Larry's, which looked real good on him too. He was dressed the same
as Larry; I could tell just from all the dark hair on his arms that
he was a hairy little guy too. He had more of a slender build than
Larry, but I could tell he was muscular too, and so even though he
had a bit of a pot belly, it didn't bother me much. And he was
smiling, and his smile was every bit as wonderful as Larry's.
Larry's smile felt like it had power behind it: when he smiled, you
felt like you were standing in bright sunshine. Bob's smile was more
like the kind of melt-your-heart smile you see on a little kid. I
felt good about him already, so when he came up to me and said hi, it
felt real natural that we hugged too.
Hugging Bob kind of broke the ice. The three of us went back and sat
down on the couch. Larry sat at one end, with his arm around Bob who
was sitting right next to him; I sat at the other. Larry explained
that he'd already told Bob a fair bit about me -- I could feel my
face turning red, and Larry laughed and then apologized and gave me
one of those special smiles. Then he excused himself to go make tea
in the kitchen, and Bob and I were left with each other. I was real
thankful that Bob picked up the conversation and started asking me
questions about casual stuff -- where I'd grown up, where I liked to
hike, stuff like that. It turned out he was even more into the
outdoors than Larry was, so we were still talking about hiking trails
when Larry came back in a few minutes later. This time, Larry sat
down between us and put one arm around my shoulders (which felt good)
and the other around Bob's. Bob snuggled up to Larry a little and
put his hand on Larry's thigh, and we went on talking for a while. I
felt pretty much at ease -- Larry was being a little distant, but I
still felt the warmth of friendship with him, and the more we talked,
the more I liked Bob too. I could start to see why Larry and he had
gotten together -- they both seemed like people with a lot going for
them in life and lot of caring and warmth. Larry got up at one point
to get the tea, and came back with three cups, and we kept on talking
-- about the outdoors, about movies (Bob was a movie buff, and I
liked to rent classics on video once in a while), about life and love
and all kinds of things. Especially sitting next to Larry and
feeling the warmth of his body, I felt right at home with them.
It got to be about 10 or 11, and there were starting to be some gaps
in the conversation. Then at one longish pause, Larry looked at Bob,
and then he looked at me for what seemed like a long time, and he
smiled and said, "Alex, Bob and I both would like you to spend the
night with us. What do you think?" Well, to tell the truth, I
didn't know what to think. I looked over at Bob to make sure he
really felt the same way, and he smiled a bit and nodded. This
wasn't what I'd been expecting at all. But I liked Bob, and to tell
the truth I was kind of curious to see if the rest of him was as
hairy as his arms, and most of all I was feeling like I was kind of
in a family -- not the same as being at home with my parents and
brothers! But like a family all the same, with that kind of
familiarity and comfort. I figured we would all snuggle up in bed
together and keep each other warm, and it would feel real nice. So I
made kind of a joke of it and said, "Sure, as long as I can sleep in
the middle." I think the snappy comeback startled Larry a little --
I'd noticed that nothing seemed to startle Bob much -- but he grinned
and said, "OK, let's all head for the bedroom and get better
acquainted."
We got to the bedroom and got our clothes off. Bob was a real
turn-on in the nude. Larry's hair was brown and kind of fine, except
for that wonderful rug of gray hair on his chest and the line
pointing down at his pubes. Bob's hair was real dark, black or close
to it, and coarser, and there was a lot of it on his chest, his ass,
and his legs. He just had a little fuzz on his shoulders, and none
on most of his back, but the other parts made up for it. His cock
looked about the same size as mine. With both Larry and Bob running
around in the buff in the same room as me, I started getting a
hardon. I didn't really know what to do about it, because there was
no way I was going to have sex with Larry while we were in bed with
Bob, so I started getting kind of embarassed. When we climbed into
bed, I did get in the middle, but I faced Larry so Bob wouldn't have
to see my cock getting hard. I guess I was still pretty naive,
because I was actually surprised at what happened next. Bob snuggled
up close behind me, and I could feel his hard cock lying right in my
ass crack, and his chest hair rubbing against my back, and he put his
arm around my chest and held me against him and kissed the back of my
neck. Larry snuggled up in front of me, and I could feel *his*
hardon lying along my stomach next to mine, and his chest hair
tickling the skin around my nipples, and he put his arm over my side
so he could reach Bob and hug the three of us together. Then he put
his lips against mine and started deep kissing me. It all felt
great. I was in bed with two sexy, furry guys who were just
radiating love and sex energy all over me (and each other). I put my
free arm around Larry and hugged him back, and when he stopped
kissing me so he could kiss Bob over my shoulder, I still felt
wonderful, and nuzzled his shoulder with my mouth instead.
After a few moments, Larry turned away to the nightstand and lit a
candle and switched off the overhead light. The next few hours were
kind of a blur. I was having the time of my life. There wasn't a
moment when I wasn't feeling a furry chest against my skin somewhere,
and there were damn few when one or the other of Larry or Bob didn't
have his mouth or his hand on my cock, or mine on his, or both. Bob
was a great kisser, just like Larry, and I kissed both of them so
much I sometimes didn't know who was who. I remember one moment when
Larry was lying on his back: I was lying on one side of his chest
nibbling his nipple, running my hand through his chest fur, and
rubbing my cock up and down on his thigh, and Bob was lying on the
other side, nibbling his other nipple, and jacking him off. Another
time, I was on my back, Bob was lying between my legs sucking my
cock, and Larry was sitting with his balls right over my face and I
was running my tongue all over them and licking the underside of his
cock, holding his cock with one hand and running the other over his
fuzzy back and ass. Another time Bob was on *his* back, and I was
lying full length on top of him and feeling the wonderful
scratchiness of his chest hair on my skin, and thrusting my cock into
his belly fur, while Larry was stroking my ass and crotch and the
back of my balls with his hand. I remember at one point we got into
kind of a circle on our sides where I was sucking Larry's cock, Larry
was sucking Bob's, and Bob was sucking mine. I know I got off twice
-- once when I was on top of Larry fucking his hand and belly like we
had done that morning, and Bob was stroking my crotch and ass crack
with his hand, and once when Bob and I were lying face-to-pubes and
he was sucking my cock while I licked his balls, and Larry was
snuggled up to my back, kissing my neck, with his hard cock rubbing
my crotch and his arm around me. With just the candle light in the
room, I think I got more sensitive to other senses -- the feel of
Larry's chest fur on my cheek, Bob's rough tongue on my cock, the
smells of sweat and oil and cum, Larry's little "mmmm" noises, and
Bob panting when he came, jacking us both off sitting on top of my
thighs while I was lying on my back and Larry and I were kissing.
When things wound down, we were all kind of lying in a pile, more or
less the way we'd started, and I fell asleep smiling, with my head
full of the memories and feelings of the evening.
Part 13
I woke up with sunlight coming in through the blinds. Bob was
sleeping, but Larry was awake. Larry motioned to me to get up and
come with him, and we went into the bathroom. While we were
showering, Larry explained that Bob really liked to sleep in on
weekends. That was fine with me -- I'd gotten to really enjoy taking
showers with Larry.
While Larry was making breakfast for the two of us, I went into my
thoughts. Thinking back, I realized that some of the butterflies I'd
been feeling were about being jealous -- I remembered Larry saying
that he wanted me and Bob to meet so Bob wouldn't get jealous of me.
But I realized that *I* was feeling a little jealous of *Bob*. After
all, the two of them slept together most of the time, and did a lot
of things with each other, and I had this feeling of just kind of
fitting in the cracks. But the feeling passed, and I felt happy
again. I knew that as wonderful as sex with Larry was feeling, and
as much as I wanted to spend time around him, I had a lot going on in
*my* life, between school, and working out, and all the rest, and
seeing him on weekends like we had been doing was just right.
While we were eating, I told Larry that the next week was the last
week of exams, and I had two weeks of vacation after that for Easter
break. A bunch of families with kids who liked the outdoors had
gotten together and were taking us on a two-week camping trip in the
Sierras, so I'd be leaving early the following Saturday morning and
wouldn't be around for the two weeks after that. I was really
looking forward to the trip -- I'd been to the Sierras before, and I
knew how beautiful the trails were. Larry said that was great and he
wished he could go with me, and the way he looked at me, I had this
flash of us having sex on a blanket spread out in a meadow in the
warm sunshine, and it made me feel good. But of course he couldn't
go, so he said he'd like to get together with me after he got off
work Friday afternoon. That way we could say goodbye properly (his
words, with a smile behind them) and I could still get plenty of
sleep. That sounded good to me too.
After a goodbye hug and a long kiss, I left Larry's house still in
kind of a glow. Walking back down the path from the door, I saw
Bob's car in the driveway, and remembered last night again. I didn't
think I was going to be seeing a lot of Bob, but I did have a great
time with him and Larry, and I was real glad that the three of us had
gotten together. The feeling of "family" came back for a minute, and
it felt terrific.
The week went by pretty quickly. The exams were no big deal --
learning is easy for me. I saw Larry at the Fitness Club on Tuesday,
and we smiled at each other, but we were both busy with our workouts,
and by the time I finished he'd already left. I jacked off every
night that week, thinking about the past weekend, and about the great
times with Larry before that. One thing I daydreamed about a lot was
how great it felt to have Larry's hand or cock rubbing against my
crotch. That little area between my balls and my asshole was extra
sensitive and really got me off. I liked it when Bob was running his
hand over my ass and in my ass crack, too. I don't have any hair on
my ass, and the skin there is sensitive just like it is on my chest
and back. It was like having sex with Larry, and then with Larry and
Bob, had woken up my whole body so I could get turned on by being
touched almost anywhere -- especially by that great sensation of hair
rubbing against me.
My last exam was actually Thursday afternoon, so I had Friday free to
run errands and get stuff together for the trip. I wanted to have
lots of time with Larry that evening, so I got everything packed by
mid-afternoon. I spent the next hour reading through the trail
guides for some of the area we were going to be hiking in, but I
wasn't concentrating real well -- I knew this was going to be my last
time with Larry for probably three weeks, and I was really looking
forward to it. When 5 o'clock rolled around, I was good and ready,
so I jumped on my bike and headed over to Larry's.
Part 14
The day was sunny and warm, and as I pedaled over to Larry's, I got
into a more relaxed mood. Sunny days always mellow me out like that
-- I get to feeling like a cat sunning itself.
Larry met me at the door in a short-sleeve shirt and his cutoffs. I
could tell he was horny, because when we hugged, he pulled me against
him and ran his hands all up and down my back and ass, and I could
feel his hardon against my groin through his cutoffs. That was fine
with me -- I was horny for him too, and seeing his chest hair poking
over the top button of his shirt, and feeling his beard scratching my
cheek, I went from half-hard to hard in no time. Then we kissed,
another one of those long hot kisses where you close your eyes and
the world just fades away. I felt like I was melting into Larry's
arms, and I let myself enjoy the feeling of Larry's tongue probing
around my mouth without feeling like I had to do anything more.
When we came back to earth, Larry suggested that we go get some sun
in the yard. (I didn't even know he had a yard, since I'd never been
to his place during the day before.) We went through the house and
out the back door, and it turned out he had a pretty nice yard with
some fruit trees and a big sunny patio. The trees actually gave him
a lot of privacy, even on the patio, even though the fences around
the yard weren't all that high. He already had a couple of big beach
towels spread out on the patio and a bottle of lotion, so we stripped
down. I was hard, and Larry was half-hard, and seeing Larry taking
his clothes off and exposing all that fur got me hot. I wanted to
get my hands on his body, so as soon as we were stripped, I told him
I'd oil him up.
I had a great time massaging Larry. I started with him face down,
and I massaged lotion into his shoulders, all down his fuzzy back, on
his ass cheeks, and all over those great muscular legs of his. I
wanted him good and hot, so I spent extra time on his ass crack and
on the spot between his asshole and his balls. Then I had him turn
over, and his cock was good and hard. I started at his ankles and
massaged the front of his legs. I kind of teased him by rubbing
lotion onto his balls and his cock, and sliding his foreskin up and
down a couple of times, but I didn't want to get him off yet. His
cock was starting to leak precum, and the feel of it on my fingers
was getting *me* real hot. I kept going, though. I got on my knees
straddling his hips so I could reach his chest better, and did his
belly. I got to his chest and started massaging his nipples and
running my hand through his chest hair. By this time, I had slid up
a little, and I felt Larry's hard cock against the underside of my
balls. It felt great, and I was starting to precum a little myself.
Larry heard me starting to breathe harder, and he reached up with his
hand and started jacking me off. I eased down a little and felt his
cock press against my crotch, which felt even better. Then I slid up
a little further so I could massage his upper chest, and I felt the
head of Larry's cock sliding against my crotch and back towards my
asshole. I started having that terrific "trigger" sensation again
and I knew I wasn't that far away from getting off.
All of a sudden I knew I wanted to know what it felt like to have
Larry's cock in my ass. I didn't expect it to feel *good*, exactly,
but I just knew I wanted to find out what this one last kind of sex
felt like with him. I felt like maybe the "trigger" of his cockhead
rubbing in my crotch was just kind of a shadow of what his cock would
feel like in my ass. So I said, trying to sound casual, "You got a
rubber out here?" A smile spread across Larry's face. "Just look
under the towel near my left shoulder," he said. I leaned forward,
and sure enough, there was one of the little foil packages. I tore
it open and slid back down far enough so I could put the rubber on
Larry's cock. His cock was hard and solid, with just a drop of
precum at the tip, and unrolling the rubber over it and then running
my hands over his balls was a real turn-on.
I wasn't sure exactly what to do next. I remembered that when I
fucked Larry's ass, he told me to use a lot of lotion, so I figured
that would make it easier for me. I cupped some lotion in my hand,
and reached around and got as much of it on and around my asshole as
I could. I used the leftover on Larry's cock, and the last little
bit on my own cock, which was standing straight up and leaking precum
all over the place. Then I slid back up and lifted myself up a
little using my thigh muscles. I lifted Larry's cock with my hand so
it pointed straight up, and eased myself back down till it just
touched my asshole. Just that touch felt so good I shivered. I
lowered myself a little more, but my asshole was real tight and his
cock wasn't going in. Larry said, "Breathe deep, it'll help you
relax." So I started taking deep breaths, and with each breath, I
was able to relax my ass a little more and feel a little more of
Larry's cockhead sliding its way into me. The sensation was a little
weird, and I was afraid my guts were going to let go and I was going
to shit any moment, but it didn't happen. Then all of a sudden, his
whole cockhead was in my ass and the rest of his cock was starting to
slide in. It felt painful and I stopped letting myself down on him
for a moment, and even stopped breathing for a second. Then I
remembered to breathe, and it felt good again. I put some more
lotion on my hand and got as much of it as I could on the last few
inches of his cock. Slowly I let myself down onto it, till I was
sitting right on his groin and thighs. I felt his curly pubic hair
against the underside of my balls, and I felt his cock throbbing deep
in my ass. It was a little uncomfortable, but I wanted it so much I
could have put up with a lot of discomfort, and actually it did feel
like it was tickling some new sensitive point deep in my guts.
Once I got used to the feeling a little, I wriggled around and felt
the pressure of Larry's cock shift around on my asshole and inside
me. I remembered how I liked fucking his ass and his hand, so I
started moving up and down a little, but that really hurt my asshole,
so I stopped. I just wriggled down on his cock as far as I could go.
I had my other hand on my cock the whole time, and after I got
settled down with Larry's cock as deep in me as I could get it, I
started jacking myself off again. I looked into Larry's eyes, and I
saw his smile and I felt like I was looking deep into space through
his eyes. I leaned over and gave him a good kiss, but I couldn't
stay in that position and keep his cock all the way in, so I
straightened up and kept pumping away. I could feel the cum
gathering itself to shoot out, and then I went over the edge and
shot. I'd never shot like that before! The first load went over
Larry's shoulder. The next few went all over -- on his face, his
shoulders, his chest, the towels. One hit him right on the mouth,
and he licked it off. I came and came, and I could feel my ass
squeezing Larry's cock with each shot. It was intense and
outrageous.
Finally, I'd shot my load -- and there was a lot of it -- and as I
relaxed, Larry's cock really started to hurt my ass. I got my hand
around the bottom of the rubber so it wouldn't come off, and I lifted
myself off Larry's cock. It was pretty uncomfortable, and when the
cockhead popped out of my ass, I really felt like I was about to
shit, but the feeling only lasted a few moments. I peeled the rubber
off Larry's cock and tossed it aside, and then I lay down and
snuggled beside him with my head on his chest, feeling the fur
against my cheek. He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my
head. He was still hard, but both of us just wanted to lie together
and feel close right then. I was pretty amazed at what I'd done. I
never would have imagined that feeling of wanting Larry's cock in my
ass the way I did. I understood now how some guys could want that
all the time, although I didn't think I'd be one of them -- I really
wanted it at the time, but it *was* kind of uncomfortable, and I
wasn't even sure I'd want to do it again. But I was really glad I'd
done it, and found out what it was like, and found another way that
Larry and I could have great sex together.
As we lay there together, I started stroking Larry's chest fur, and
then playing with his nipples, and he started breathing harder, and
then he reached down and started jacking himself off. I liked
watching him slide that foreskin up and down -- sometimes I felt a
little envious of him for having it. I ran my hand over his nipples
the way I knew he liked, and then started pinching them with my
fingers. He liked that even better, and I pinched harder. He
started panting, and sped up pumping his cock. His face got flushed,
and then he shot. It was great to watch him come. He shot up to his
shoulder, and then left a trail of cum all the way down his chest and
stomach, going over the back of my arm along the way. When he was
done, we just lay there, with my arm over his chest and his around my
shoulders and back, our cum drying on our bodies in the warm sun,
feeling close and warm and satisfied.
Between the sex and the warm sun, both of us drifted off to sleep.
When we woke up, it was still pretty warm, but we felt we'd had
enough for the day (sun, that is), and we took our clothes inside,
dropped them, and headed for the bathroom. We both got hard in the
shower, and had fun taking turns lathering up each other's cock and
balls and getting the other guy hot, but not hot enough to shoot.
Finally I couldn't stand it any longer, and I grabbed my cock and
started pumping it, and in about 30 seconds I was shooting cum right
into the soapsuds on Larry's pubes. He just laughed and called me a
stud, and we finished showering and toweling off.
After we got our clothes back on, we went in the living room. It was
getting near dinner time, and as much as I wanted to stay and get a
chance to do some talking and just relax with Larry, I had to go. So
we agreed we'd meet at the Fitness Club two weeks from the following
Tuesday (when I was back from the Sierra trip), and we had a long hug
and a long, warm kiss, and I was back on my bike and on my way home.
I was sorry I wouldn't see Larry for a while, after three fantastic
weekends in a row, and I knew I would get incredibly horny on the
trip because I probably wouldn't have any chance to jack off, but I
was really looking forward to going hiking out on the trail, even if
it was going to be with my parents. So when I got home, I was
already thinking about the mountains, and was imagining forests and
lakes when I fell asleep that night.
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