building, but I never use them. I’ve always wanted to keep things simple, and I’ve always
been cautious with money.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “Actually, I’ve been cheap.
And I’m going to apologize for this place ahead of time. I haven’t changed a thing since
I’ve lived here, and the previous owner never changed anything either. I’m going to make a few changes soon, though. I’m going to open up the third and fourth floor. I’m tired of
hoarding money.”
Victor smiled. “I’m sure everything is just fine.”
Carl frowned. “It’s really not. It’s awful. But thank you for being polite. And I
didn’t make the bed this morning. I usually do, but I ran out of here so fast I didn’t even
think about it.” For the first time in many years, Carl wanted to please someone.
Normally, he wouldn’t have cared what anyone thought of his home.
Victor lifted his arm and touched the side of Carl’s face with his palm. He slowly
ran his hand down and leaned forward. Then he kissed him on the lips and said, “Stop
making apologies. I don’t care what the house looks like. I don’t care if you sleep in a
box. I only care about you, and being with you.”
Carl closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Victor’s body. He rested his
cheek on Victor’s chest and said, “I still can’t believe I’m actually with you. And that
you’ve been living in New York and neither of us knew it.”
Victor grabbed his ass again and whispered, “I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
Carl reached down and cupped Victor’s crotch. Victor’s penis was already semi
erect. “I don’t think that will happen.”
“We’ll see,” Victor said.
Carl released Victor’s genitals and placed his hands on his large biceps. “I have to
call the hospital to see how my son is doing. I can’t stop thinking about him. Then I want
to take a fast shower and shave,” he said. “I feel like a complete mess. While I’m in the
bathroom, you take off your clothes and get into bed.” Victor slapped his ass. He was breathing heavier and his heart was beating faster.
He pressed his crotch into Carl’s and said, “Don’t be long.”
Carl kissed him on the chest and went into the hallway to call the hospital. The
nurse told him Carl Junior was stable and doing well. He took a deep breath, looked up at
the ceiling, and whispered, “Thank you.”
After that, he showered and shaved fast. He brushed his teeth and combed his hair.
In less than fifteen minutes, he opened the bathroom door and walked into his bedroom
naked. His penis was already semi-erect; his testicles were moving up and down in his
scrotum. When his testicles moved this way, it was because he was extremely aroused.
And it didn’t happen all the time. The only light in the room came from the small lamp
on his nightstand. When he looked at the bed, he smiled and bit his bottom lip.
Victor was on his back, in the middle of the bed, stark naked with his feet crossed
at the ankles. His body hadn’t changed at all. His strong football player legs were still
packed with muscle and covered with a thin layer of soft dark hair. His chest muscles
were square and his abs were ripped. A thin line of dark brown hair began just below his
chest and ran all the way down to his public hairs. And just below that, a thick erection
rested on the right side of his pelvis.
Carl wet his lips and walked toward the bed. He bent down and picked up the
black scarf Victor had placed on top his clothes. Then he smiled and said, “You look nice.
It reminds me of an afternoon a long time ago when we were in high school.”
Victor smiled. “How does this remind you of high school? That was a million
years ago.” Carl reached down and grabbed Victor’s left foot with both hands and started to
massage it. “We were seniors and we hadn’t made love yet. We were still terrified of our
feelings for each other, pretending to be good buddies, ignoring our erections. You were
still dating that cheerleader and I was hanging out with Donna Fratelli. I used to watch
you in the locker room after football practice. You never knew I was watching. I was
very careful about it. There was one afternoon in September, after football practice, when
I saw you lying back on one of the narrow locker room benches. You were very relaxed
about it. Your hands were behind your head and you were joking around with the coach.
All the other guys were changing their clothes and you were waiting to use the whirlpool
because you had pulled a leg muscle during practice. Your long legs were stretched out
and your feet were crossed at the ankle just like they are now. I remember you had
athletic tape on the bottoms of your feet and your jock strap was on the floor right beside
the bench. Your balls were all shoved up because your legs were together, and your dick
was resting on your stomach. You kept reaching down and scratching your balls. Your
dick was soft and it kept jumping. You were magnificent, and I wanted to fall down on
my knees and bury my face between your legs right there in front of everyone.”
Victor smiled. “I have a confession to make. I remember that afternoon. You were
changing clothes after a long run. I knew you were watching me. I was scratching my
balls on purpose. I wanted to grab the back of your head and shove it between my legs.”
Carl released his foot and climbed up on the bed. He crawled between Victor’s
legs and rested his palms on his thighs. “I had no idea you knew I was watching.” “I thought it was cute,” Victor said. “You had such a hungry expression on your
face.” Carl moved and the scarf brushed against Victor’s leg. “Are you wearing the scarf
you gave me?”
Carl smiled. “That’s all I’m wearing. Just the scarf.”
“I like that,” Victor said. “I’ll hold that image of you, when we were in the back
seat of the car on Christmas Eve, in my head until the day I die.”
“When you knew I was watching you in the locker room, was that the first time
you knew you were in love with me?” Carl asked.
Victor reached out with both hands and held Carl’s face in his palms. “Not at all,”
he said. “The first time I actually knew I was in love with you was long before that, and it
had nothing to do with sex. We were outside, swimming in the pool at Briarwood Manor.
You tried to dive but wound up falling into the water flat on your stomach. My heart
stopped and I raced to the pool. I jumped in and swam to you to make sure you were okay.
It looked painful, and I couldn’t bear the thought of you being in any pain.”
“I remember that day,” Carl said, laughing. “It
was
very painful. You carried me
out of the pool. After that, you were my hero. I would have done anything to make you
happy.”
Victor rubbed his face. “Was that the first day you knew you loved me, too?”
Carl turned his head and licked Victor’s middle finger. He stuck his tongue all the
way out and ran it up the back of his finger slowly. Then he smiled and said, “I’ve always
been in love with you. I’ve always known it. Though I didn’t understand it and it terrified
me, I think I even knew it when we were children.” Then he lowered his head and pressed his entire face between Victor’s legs. His nose went into Victor’s crotch; his lips
pressed against Victor’s testicles.
Victor moaned and spread his legs apart, then he placed both hands on the back of
Carl’s head and pushed it between his legs. Carl took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
He sucked both Victor’s testicles into his mouth and closed his eyes. He applied gentle
pressure with his tongue; his head rocked very slowly while he sucked. He could tell
Victor liked this, because Victor wouldn’t let go of his head and he wouldn’t stop
moaning.
When Carl finally released Victor’s balls from his mouth, he grabbed the base of
Victor’s shaft with his right hand and pulled Victor’s erection to his face. He smacked it
hard against his lips a few times with loud cracks. He lifted his head and stuck out his
tongue so he could lick it. The tip of his tongue touched the bottom of the erection. He
wiggled his tongue fast and Victor moaned again. Then he pressed his entire tongue flat
against Victor’s shaft and slowly licked his way up to the head. By that time there was
already pre-come. Carl wrapped his lips around the head and started to suck, swallowing
as much of Victor as he could.
Victor’s hands were still at the back of Carl’s head. When Carl sucked the entire
erection to the back of his throat, Victor spread his legs as wide as they would go. Victor
pressed so hard Carl felt the tip of Victor’s dick hit the back of his throat. Carl didn’t gag
and he didn’t show any uneasiness. His lips pressed into Victor’s pubic hairs; they tickled
the end of his nose. He took a deep breath through his nose and inhaled Victor’s
masculine scent, then pushed his tongue against Victor’s thick shaft and started sucking.
His cheeks went in; Victor’s legs bent at the knee and rose from the bed. A moment later, Victor grabbed the sides of Carl’s head and started moving it up
and down. Victor’s large hands cupped Carl’s ears, and he squeezed so tightly Carl’s face
turned red.
At first, Carl thought Victor wanted to get off this way. Victor wouldn’t let go of
Carl’s head and he was bucking his hips into Carl’s face. And Carl’s only goal that night
was to please him in any way that he could. But then Victor stopped bucking his hips and
he yanked Carl’s his dick out of Carl’s mouth. He took a quick breath and said, “If we
keep this up, I’m going to come. I don’t want to come this way. I want to go inside you.
I’m disease free and I don’t sleep around. I haven’t actually been with anyone in more
than a year.” He spoke fast, trying hard to breathe at the same time.
Carl wiped his puffy red lips with the back of his hand and smiled. “You can do
anything you want to me,” he said. “But I have to get a condom. I’ve never had unsafe
sex, and I’m not going to start now. We’ll get tested as soon as possible to be sure. But
until then, we need condoms. I have a son to think about now. I can’t take any chances
with my life.”
Victor ran his palm across Carl’s cheek. “Your skin still feels as soft and young as
it did fifteen years ago. Of course I’ll use a condom. I like the fact that you’re responsible
enough to insist on one.” He ran his hands through Carl’s damp hair and smiled.
Carl reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a pre-lubed condom, then
covered Victor’s penis and straddled Victor’s waist. Victor grabbed his ass with both
hands and he arched his back. He leaned forward a little and wrapped his right hand
around Victor’s dick. His knees were bent and his legs were spread; he gently inserted the
head and lowered his hips. After a small amount of discomfort, Victor’s entire penis slipped into the deepest part of his body. When it was all the way in, he leaned forward
and kissed Victor. He shoved his tongue into Victor’s mouth and wrapped it around
Victor’s thick, warm tongue. When he closed his eyes, sparks and flashes exploded.
Victor squeezed his ass harder and groaned. His toes curled back and his face
contorted. “Ride it now,” Victor whispered. “Ride it just like you used to ride it.”
Carl sat up, lifted his arms up over his head, and closed his eyes. He squeezed the
lips of his anus as tightly as he could and started to ride. His body went up and down on
Victor’s erection. His ass slapped into Victor’s flesh with loud cracks. Victor guided him
with both hands. He squeezed the sides of Carl’s hips so hard he left red marks that
would probably remain for days.
Eventually, Victor slapped his ass and told him to stop so they could change
positions. He told Carl to get down on all fours so he could enter from behind. Carl got
up, braced himself on his hands and knees, and spread his legs. When Victor mounted
him, he arched his back and sighed. Suddenly, it all came rushing back to him. He
remembered this had been Victor’s favorite position in bed.
Victor slammed deep and hard. He held Carl’s hips and guided Carl’s hole toward
his cock. Victor wasn’t shy about getting what he wanted in bed. He’d always known
how to take complete control, which only made Carl want to submit completely and
willingly. With each strong bang, there was a loud crack and someone moaned. Victor’s
heavy balls slapped against Carl’s flesh while Carl’s head bobbed up and down. He
clutched the sheets and begged Victor for more, with gentle sobs. The more he begged,
the harder Victor slammed. When the slamming increased to the point where the bed was shaking, Carl reached down and grabbed his own penis. He held it in his palm and tugged
