A Second Chance At Love - Part 2

Note: I do not advocate any unsafe sexual practices portrayed in this story. Their inclusion is for erotic story-telling pleasure only.
Chapter Two:

Anthony and I sat on his couch one hand to each other’s face, smiling at each other. I couldn’t believe he felt the same way as me! Who would have thought that a friendship from 18 years prior could bloom into love just from getting to know one another again on Facebook? I kissed him hungrily then laughed. “You were so cute and handsome back then, but you’re even sexier now.” At that, Anthony practically lunged for my mouth and our lips locked in a passionate kiss. I began moving my hand down his strong neck, across his shoulders and down his arms - enjoying the shape of his form underneath his shirt. As his hand began to explore likewise, I started to unbutton his shirt, revealing the t-shirt underneath. He copied the action.

Real life is not like the movies. Undressing each other seductively is not as easy to pull off as shown. Truth is, there can be a lot of awkward clumsiness. I began to laugh as Anthony tried to take my unbuttoned shirt off. “Sit still.” He laughingly commanded, “I’ll get it!” “Here.” I laughed and pulled my shirt off the rest off the way. He followed and we both began exploring each other’s chests through our t-shirts with our hands.

We un-tucked each other’s shirts then pulled each of ours off ourselves. Our eyes took in each other’s naked torsos. I was fairly smooth, light hair creeping from my pants up to my stomach, then beginning again in a darker patch at my breastbone between nicely defined pecs. Dark hairs circled each of my nipples, which were erect with the pleasure of the moment. I could tell he liked what he saw.

Anthony was hairier than me. A fine pattern of dark hair trailed up from his below his waist, fanning out across his stomach then forming an arrow up to his wide chest where it fanned out again covering him like a cushion just waiting for me run my hands through. His hairs formed swirling patterns around each nipple, which were as erect as mine. My eyes move upward across his strong shoulders and back down his arms. While not toned by exercise, his body was nicely defined by nature herself. This was a fine specimen of a man in my eyes.
Suddenly, Anthony leaned forward, reaching his hands under my arms, and pulled me forward, planting his tongue on my right nipple.

As he licked around and over this sensitive area, I let loose with a moan of pleasure. His hands pushed me back to lie on the couch. Re-positioning himself, Anthony continued the ballet with his tongue on my right nipple then slowly slid his way over to my left. I arched my back in satisfaction. Lost in the sensations of the moment I was surprised to find one of his hands had made its way to my crotch and was rubbing the aroused manhood through my jeans. His hand made its way to my belt and began to unbuckle it. Before I knew it, my jeans had been unbuttoned, the zipper was opened and Anthony’s manly hand had reached into my underpants to grab my now throbbing member. I reached down and placed my hand on top of his making him squeeze his palm harder around my cock.

Leaning forward, I kissed him full on the lips, my tongue once again exploring his mouth. As I gained leverage I reached for his belt and unfastened it but could not open his jeans because of my position. Sensing my desire, Anthony removed his hand from my area and we both sat up allowing me to make fast work of releasing his jeans.

A smile and a glance in each other’s eyes is all it took to communicate that we should finish undressing on our own. We untied our tennis shoes, removed them and our socks and tossed them carelessly to the side of the couch. But Anthony moved faster than I and slipped his jeans off to the floor as well. Oh, what legs he had! Hairy and long like mine, but bulkier with just a tad of definition.

My eyes then fell upon the bulge line in his white underpants. I could already tell he was larger than me and my heart pounded in my chest as he slid those pants down revealing a wonderfully hairy batch, soft curvatious balls handing in their sac and long, thick dick which bounced for a second with new found freedom. Anthony must have been about seven inches long. His girth looked to be just enough to enjoy wrapping a hand around. The head of his cock was wide and classically mushroom shaped. He wasn’t a porn star, but who needs one when you have a member as beautiful as his!

Anthony grabbed my jeans from the waist and pulled them down, forcing me to drop onto my back again. He slid them off my legs and tossed them aside. Then he moved his soft hands up and down each leg enjoying the feel of my hairs between his fingers. His hands began sliding up, stopping at my thighs as he knelt on the couch and placed his open mouth sideways around my cock through my underwear.

He growled like an animal, released, then bit the waistband of my pants and began to pull down, shaking his head back and forth like a dog with a toy. I began laughing as he growled again. “You animal!” I cried, “Down, boy! Down! “ He released the pants to snap back on my skin. “Good, boy. Good.” I said, rubbing my hands through his slightly wavy hair. He grinned at me with such devilish delight, I thought I might cum right there!

Quickly he grabbed my whites with both hands and pulled them down. I lifted my hips to allow smooth passage. My cock slapped my stomach from its sudden release and I realized I had practically thrust it in Anthony’s face unintentionally. From the look on his face, he’d obviously liked it. I settled my hips back down on the couch and Anthony gazed at my engorged dick with a boyish smile. I was only 6 inches, but not being as thick as his, my cock looked longer. While personally I believed “size doesn’t matter, it’s how you use it” (and judging form past lovers, I used it VERY well!), I had been worried I would disappoint him in that area. Any doubts were washed away when Anthony uttered the words, “You’re beautiful”, and in one fell swoop, engulfed my cock in his mouth!

I moaned with unbound pleasure as he began sucking me off, his encircled mouth moving up and down my shaft. He removed his mouth with a ”pop” of spittle, grinned at me, then wrapped his hand around my dick and began jacking me off. Soon he was alternating with his hand and mouth. I began moving my hips up and down to his rhythm. I raise my hands to caress Anthony’s hair and shoulders, aiding him in his movements.

“Oh, Anth”, I whispered several times as I realized I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’d had an afternoon, no… make that weeks of being titillated, now the pleasure he was giving me and the sight of him enjoying himself became to much and I began exploding my man-seed into his mouth, screaming “Oh God!” as I did so. Anthony didn’t stop his actions and with each jet I shot, I could hear the gurgle and gulp of him swallowing my load down his throat.

Although I was already lying down, it felt like I’d collapsed in a heap, my arms limp at my side. Anthony removed his mouth, again with a final “pop” from his suction, he licked his lips with pleasure and grinned at me with that adorable face of his. He came forward and began kissing me gently at first then with passion as his lowered his naked body against mine. I don’t know what I enjoyed the most – our kissing, the feel of his hairy chest against mine my smooth chest, the hardness of his cock pushing on my belly or the feel of our long, hairy legs entwined. But one thing I did know is that I wanted to return the pleasure he’d just given me!

I pushed him off of me without much resistance as I think he knew my intentions and sat him up on the couch. I got to the floor on my knees and spreading his manly legs apart, began caressing them with my hands and kisses - slowly journeying upwards. As I got closer, I could see his blood engorged cock bobbing slightly with every beat of his pulse and a drop of pre-cum already pooled in the slit of its head. I kissed his hairy crotch, careful to avoid the penis as I wanted to build excitement and anticipation in him. Moving back down, I began to lick his balls and bite the loose flesh softly with my lips. Then I licked up one side of his dick and back down the other.

I repeated this twice before bringing up my hand in order to point the head of his dick straight at me. I darted my tongue across the purplish mushroom head, delighting in the salty taste of his pre-cum. Then I licked back up and down the sides of his shaft. I could tell I took him off guard when instead of repeating the action, I suddenly wrapped my lips around the soft head and began sucking. Very slowly I began going down to eventually take his whole dick to the back of my throat. He groaned with pleasure. I have a small mouth and some guys are just too big for me to take, but Anthony’s cock fit just right, my small mouth actually enhancing his pleasure since it form a tighter seal around it.

Anthony obviously had enough sexual tension built up during this day too, for I only got to go up and down on him a few times before he shouted, “I’m cumming!” I’d never had a guy cum in my mouth before and was afraid I might gad. But as Anthony began pumping globs of semen down my throat, I found it surprisingly easy to breathe through my nose and swallow each burst of his ejaculation. Knowing that it was Anthony’s seed made me that much hungrier for it! The feel of the muscles in his dick forcing each shot in my mouth was incredible! What had I been missing all these years?

When he finally stopped writhing in ecstasy, I removed my mouth and couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sweet taste of his cum. Anthony opened his eyes. I got up and sat my naked body closely down beside his. I wrapped my arms around his and began to kiss him with such pent up passion one would think I’d never been with a man before. Releasing himself from my arms, Anthony stood up, took my hand and pulled me to my feet..

His hand squeezing mine tightly, he said “Come on” and he began to guide me to his bedroom where I knew more incredible pleasures awaited us both!

To be continued…