Releasing the Beast 2

Half an hour later my entire law firm and I are on our way to the amusement park. All of us enjoy multi-story roller coasters, carnival games, and funnel cakes for the rest of the afternoon. During the day I take some time to reflect upon the advice Jeff gave me.
Regarding my sexuality I feel people could react strongly and/or adversely if I share this with them. It has always intimidated me the possibility of how my life would change after I became openly bisexual. It occurs to me that my bisexuality is not just one of my traits but part of my essence – part of what makes me an individual. Hiding it only puts me on edge more and more each day. In fact the only time I fully express my sexuality is when I am intimate with a man. Being open seems to be the only way to resolve what has been eating away at me for quite some time now.

I thank Jeff later for his advice and friendship. No matter what he has been one to have my back.
Everybody returns to the hotel to get a nap after a long day of walking around in the hot sun. After I strip down to my underwear and jump into bed I take a peek at my phone – no calls. It worries me that Diego hasn’t called me yet and insecurity starts to fill my head again. I drift into sleep wondering what exactly will happen.

Around 6 I wake up staring at the ceiling. I immediately reach for my phone on the nightstand – still no calls. Anxiety runs through my body once again. I walk out to the balcony to reflect and watch the view. The sun starts to set as all of the tourists with no apparent worries are walking up and down the street. Orange ripples line the sky and crisp, warm breezes waft through the air. I hear indistinct conversations and laughter. I see friends that have acquired years of trust and understanding as well as mutual bonds.
Upon this moment I know what I want to do.

I get dressed and head outside to hail a cab. On the way to my destination my heart palpitates because I want nothing more than to patch up today’s misunderstanding with Diego. I hear my cell phone beep indicating a text message. It reads:
Knocked on your door and did not get an answer. Some of us were going to hit up a bar. Did u wanna come? – Jeff
My stomach starts to turn since I was hoping it would be Diego.
I answer:

No, thank you. I’m going to see Diego right now and try to set things straight. I’ll probably see you in the morning. Tell everyone I said that I’ll give them a rain check.
Finally I arrive at the pool and take a deep breath before exiting the cab. I nervously walk up to the entrance and ask the cashier to see the owner. Within thirty seconds Diego walks towards the entrance with a folder stuffed with paperwork. He asks the cashier, “What’s going on? A customer needed…”

As our eyes meet he rolls his eyes and turns around to walk away. I plead, “Diego, wait!” He stops dead in his tracks, faces me, and says, “Trent, just let me cool down on my own and I’ll call you soon.”
“You haven’t even tried to call or text me, so how long do you expect me to wait on you? I just want to talk and resolve this.” People stop what they are doing and a crowd quickly forms. All eyes are on the two of us as we argue. Diego looks around, embarrassed, and then says, “Alright. Just have a seat in my office. I’ll meet you in about 15, okay?”

I nervously hesitate as I feel he’s saying this just to dispel the crowd of people watching. He continues, “I promise. Just let me take care of some of this paperwork and I’ll be right with you.” I nod my head and go to his office, located on the opposite side of the pool.
Taking a seat in his leather chair I look at all of the souvenirs around the room – trophies for various aquatic sporting events and a picture of the pool’s grand opening party among news articles chronicling his accomplishments. I roll around the room in the chair viewing many of Diego’s cherished relics and realize the pride he has in his endeavors. At that moment he walks in and drops the folder on his desk.

Silence ensues and I break it, asking, “Ummm… I’m really sorry about this morning. I see a lot of the milestones you’ve reached…” while pointing to his keepsakes. “I was not intentionally trying to play it down like your life consists of just a steady paycheck.”
“Amigo, I’m sorry for blowing up and getting all tense with you. It’s just that I … get defensive when people seem to not realize what this pool actually means to me.”

“I understand that.” I briefly remember me snapping at Jeff regarding my other colleagues’ assumptions as to my sexuality. “The last thing I want to do is belittle your dream… look what you turned your aspirations into. How long did it take you to open the pool?”
“Construction started after I turned 18. I put all my savings and birthday money into this.” Diego peers out the window and watches the customers enjoy the water. “I remember everybody telling me just to go to school and study to become a swim instructor or a gym manager... especially my dad.”

“Did you ever imagine your dream would turn into such a success… after school programs for kids, rivaling local hot spots, being the single entrepreneur that set the wheels in motion?” I get up and watch the crowd of people with him.
“That’s the thing, Trent. I didn’t even have all of these accomplishments in mind when I planned to open a pool to the general public. I just wanted to give my community an affordable place to swim.”
“And you did just that and then some.” Diego’s serious expression slowly turns into a relieved smile. I say, “Finally I see a smile again. You just made my day.”
“Well good for you, but I’ve been putting it off all day to call you. I've been so anxious all day, but now I’m horny for some make-up sex.”
“Mmmm… I can help you with that.”
“Great.” Diego takes a seat in his leather chair and, using his first two fingers, gently strokes his balls through his black slacks.
“One second…” I close the blinds and turn off the lights. Diego says, “Good idea. Heaven forbid any kids see this.” The deep orange sunset dimly lights the room. I walk over and bend down in front of my latin lover. As I unzip his pants I tell him, “You’ve had a long day and

I’m gonna help you unwind.” I quickly remove his socks and shoes and slip his pants completely off, throwing them all into a pile.
The bulge inside Diego’s green low-rise briefs does nothing to conceal his increasing carnal desire. His head starts to poke out of the top of his underwear and his balls are growing bigger by the moment, pressing against the fabric. I kiss his right thigh and trail up to his balls. I suck on the fabric covering his balls.

Diego’s breathing becomes heavier and his stomach starts to twitch. I proceed to suck the sweat off of his balls that has stained the fabric of his briefs. When I can only taste cotton I pull off his underwear, leaving him in only a shirt and tie.
By now his cock is rock hard and the tip is resting on the bottom of his abs. I grab a hold of his meat and position it vertically. The soft orange glow of the sunset hits the pre-cum oozing out of his piss slit, making it glisten. I grin and say, “I can see I’m doing something right.” With the tip of my tongue I lick the inside of his piss slit gently to taste the juices flowing out of his head. I let the milky solution sit on my tongue and revel in its thin texture. My mouth begins to water as the semi-sweet taste tantalizes my taste buds. I lick up more and more of his juices until his piss slit is completely clean.

After I clear Diego’s piss slit of pre-cum I start to suck on just his head. His head starts to swell as my lips pucker up and tighten around it. I swirl my tongue around his inflamed mushroom head and Diego moans, “Amigo, don’t stop. That feels fucking great.” My mouth proceeds to cover inch after inch of his shaft. By the time my saliva starts to roll down his balls I pull off momentarily to lick all of my spit up. I return to his cock, deepthroating it. Diego’s erotic outburst fills the room as he exclaims, “Aaaaahhh! So fucking good, amigo.” I start to bob up and down on his cock. His smooth flesh rubbing against the walls of my mouth and tongue send me into overdrive as I start massaging my cock through my jeans.

Within a few moments Diego pulls me off of his dick and tells me, “Enough of that. I want you to ride me now.”
“I can’t wait to have you inside of me again.” I take off all of my clothes and Diego starts to remove his shirt and tie. I suggest, “Leave the tie on. I think it’ll come in handy.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”

He does as I ask and only takes off his shirt, leaving him naked except for his red tie. I turn my back to Diego, reach under my dick and behind me to get a tight grip on the end of his tie. I pull on his tie, directing his face into my butt and he immediately picks up on what I was getting at. He starts lapping at my tight hole. I say, “That’s right. Make that ass slippery and wet for your dick.”

“Mmmm.” I press my ass into his face while pulling even harder on his tie. His tongue is now inside my ass, wiggling about. I squirm in delight. He then starts to explore the pits of my asshole with his tongue, swirling it in circles as wide as possible. I can feel the cum building up in my balls. Before I approach my erotic peak I let go of Diego’s tie and turn around. I gently press him back into his chair.
I mount him and slowly sit on his rigid dick.

Inch by inch Diego’s meat begins to fill up my butt. Once I manage to get half of him inside me I start to bounce my ass up and down. As my hole gets used to his cock again I shove more and more in until all 7 inches are in my ass. I run my hands over his chest and lightly pinch his nipples. While maintaining the rhythm I had built up I bend over to passionately kiss Diego. As my lips press into his he starts to thrust into me harder and harder. I stop bouncing and instead tighten my sphincter muscles, intensifying the waves of pleasure rushing through my asshole.

Diego moans, “Oh, amigo, your tight wet ass feels amazing!” as he continues to pummel my ass. My cock is swollen and keeps thumping against his stomach. Overwhelmed with ecstasy I grab my dick and start pumping. Diego sees this and responds, “Let’s cum together!”
“Yeah, Papi!”

A few moments later he says he’s gonna cum. I get out of his lap and stand with my cock directly above his. I start pumping even faster. As I approach my peak I slow down a little bit to let Diego’s peak synchronize with mine. Within a moment both of our cocks spew warm, milky cum all over Diego’s toned torso. Both of our grunts and exclamations bounce around the walls and echo.

After we completely empty our cocks Diego runs his fingers through our jizz, mixes the two love potions, and starts smearing it over his chest. He continues to rub it in like lotion. I stand with my feet spread apart and head tilted back looking at the ceiling, while lightly stroking my cock until it becomes limp. At that moment a lifeguard announces over a megaphone that the pool will be closing in ten minutes.

“Well, that’s my cue to get dressed and close up for the day,” Diego says as he gets up and heads to the bathroom in the back of his office. He gets us fresh hand towels and directs me to the sink where we wash off the sweat and cum from our bodies. As we get dressed, he says, “Thanks again for some sweet sex. Next time let’s do this at your place.”
Grinning, I say, “Of course. In fact I’ll treat you to dinner. After all that energy we just spent, I’m starving!”
“You read my mind! Just give me half an hour to close up. Wait here… I’ll come and get you when I’m ready.” As Diego fastens his tie under his collar he leans in to give me a soft peck on the lips. He slips out of the room stealthily as to not draw any attention to his office which is now filled with the intoxicating aroma of mansex.

Taking a seat in his chair I lean back and stare off into space outside of the window. The sun has further receded and the light has turned into a purplish-blue hue. Gradually the noise of the customers starts to fade. I lean my head into the back of the leather chair and enjoy the residual high that remains in my body – the high of ecstasy.
I fall further into my daze when Diego walks in and says, “Alright. Let’s go eat. What were you in the mood for tonight?”
“How about Italian?”
“Good idea. I know just the place.”

It takes us another half an hour to get to this swanky Italian restaurant within the city. The smell of fresh, crisp bread fills the air as live traditional music plays. Diego and I further resolve our argument from earlier. He explains, “It just seems like it took forever to sacrifice in order to get to where I am today. After I decided not to go to school, tensions rose between me and my father and I moved out of the house within three months. The only reason I see him from time to time is because I am so close to my mother. That distance between my father and I and the fact that I have managed to keep my being gay a secret from him, as well as most of my friends, continually eats at me.” My body freezes in time when he reveals a similar struggle that I am going through. “… I want to tell him but I am afraid that he might never want to speak to me again.” His confident look once again turns into a worried frown.

After a brief pause I collect myself and tell him, “Well it’s only going to eat at you more the longer you hold onto it. Your father ultimately rejecting you might be something you have to face. Just know you have people like me in your corner. It might hurt but the weight you’re carrying right now seems to be taking its toll… just let it go and at least you won’t have to agonize about what COULD happen. If things stay bad between you and your father after that, you can finally move on from this knowing that you stayed true to yourself.” A relieved serenity returns to Diego’s face and he nods his head.
“You’re right.”
“Mmmm… this shrimp is amazing! How often do you come here?”
With a wink he replies, “Only on special occasions.”

Smugly I say, “Well, don’t ‘special occasions’ call for a treat like cake or something?”
“Ooooh, what kind of cake did you have in mind?”
“A homemade cake… I got some at my place for ya. Why don’t you come over and try some?”
“I’d love to.”

I pay the check and we head for my hotel. During the car ride Diego asks more about me. “So tell me something about yourself not that many other people know.”
“Well to be honest I haven’t told that many people about my sexuality, either.”
“Really, well when do you plan on telling your friends that you’re bisexual?”
“I don’t know. I… I just feel that…” My throat suddenly dries up and I swallow some air to speak up. “I’ve just always been afraid to tell people. I’ve always been a secretive person. I guess it’s my way of protecting myself.”
“Guess we both got something to get off our chests.”
“Yeah. Well no matter what, we’ll have each other.”

Diego continues to stare at me with his soft brown eyes and smiles longingly.