This was a couple of weeks after my Christmas eve encounter (see my earlier story).

That early January feeling was getting me down and work was slow; it always is at that time. I was only half-heartedly trying to get my tax return done (one day I’ll be ready for it!) and looking for any excuse to be anywhere else.

The friend I’d met on Christmas Eve, it turned out, was in a very similar mood because this time it was me that received the booty text. My phone pinged, “Pissed off and bored, you doing anything?”

I won’t bore you with the full text exchange, which was light banter culminating in an invitation to go back to his place and 20 minutes later, I was knocking on his door.
He greeted me again in the same dressing gown, but this time with a cup of tea in his hand, he asked if I fancied one.  “OK to freshen up while you make it?” I asked. “Sure, you know where it is”.

I ran up the stairs. I’d already had shower earlier that morning but just wanted to clean up a bit. Then I had an idea, I threw off my clothes, washed up and went back downstairs with a towel around my waist.
He was just finishing off my cup of tea and his gown had drifted open, so I got a full view of his semi with the foreskin just revealing a tantalising hint of what lay beneath. It took me a moment to drag my gaze away from his crotch as I recalled what that cock had done for me not long before.

We went and sat in his living room for a few minutes while we drank, his penis on full display the whole time making it hard for me to look him in the eyes. It was also hard to concentrate.  A glance down confirmed what I already knew, my response to the sight was causing the towel around my waist to twitch a little!

I made an instant decision. I took a swig of tea but didn’t swallow, stood, allowing my towel to ‘accidentally’ slip off me, and moved the short distance to kneel in front of him, still holding the tea in my mouth I stroked his inner thighs, working down to his semi.  I saw it starting to respond so I swallowed and bent down to suck his cock.  The tea had made my mouth hot so the warm feeling on his penis had a profound effect.  I was rewarded by feeling him harden between my lips, that had been the plan all along! I pulled back a little to see the results of my handiwork and looked down to see the already impressive semi now transformed into a hard, shiny and smooth erection. Stroking it with my hand, I leaned back in to run my tongue over it, licking the bulbous head like a lollipop. It tasted good.

By now he was running his hands over my shoulders and the back of my head, but then gently pushed me away and said it was time to head upstairs.  At this stage, I too had quite a hard on, which he swiftly but briefly took into his mouth as he leaned forward to stand, leaving his bathrobe draped over the armchair – it was more of a tease than a suck, but it sent a shudder through me. “Come on” he said as he nudged me towards the door and the staircase beyond.

I was more than happy to comply and lead the way with him so close behind that I could feel the tip of his penis brushing against my bottom, I reached back to give it a little stroke as we moved. On the stairs his hands caressed my behind.

We reached the bedroom, and he asked me to lie on my back.  I’d hoped to spin and suck him again, but he had other ideas. He knelt beside the bed and started rubbing his hands very gently, barely brushing my skin, all over my body – everywhere but my groin.  It was very sensual and worked well to turn me on even more.  Perhaps it was the anticipation of him touching my penis, but it was really working.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, conscious that he was avoiding the main parts but looking forward to whatever came next.

I felt his weight shift and then his lips were on one of my nipples.  I’d never thought of that as a particularly erogenous zone for me, but it sent waves of electricity through me, and I felt his hand working closer to my penis, brushing through my pubic hair then pulling away.  Finally, I felt the warm palm of his hand over my balls, not moving, merely resting there as his mouth moved to the other nipple.  This guy really knew about foreplay, at this point I would have done anything he asked!

Suddenly hand and mouth left me, and I admit to a moment of disappointment, it had been an unusual but incredibly horny sensation.  “Turn over, on all fours”.  “Say please!” I said with a laugh. “Pretty please” he added even though I was already complying, very willingly.

The bed bounced a little as he got himself into position, he was behind me. I felt hands moving my knees slightly further apart. Then fingers on my cheeks, pulling them apart.  There was a pause, I don’t know what he was doing but I like to think he was just looking at my hole and I found that thought very horny indeed.  I felt another shift in the bed, he’d stopped looking and was now adjusting his position again, one hand left my behind and the other was now holding my cheeks apart. Then another spark went through my body as a finger gently brushed over my anus.  It barely lasted a second before it was gone. Another pause and it happened again, the finger then traced gentle circles around my ring before stroking up and down from the base of my spine, over the hole and down to my scrotum, then back up again.  It was far from what I’d expected, and it had me on that edge between wanting more and enjoying the eroticism.

I had to do something, so I lowered my head by resting on my elbows with arms crossed beneath me, this pushed my arse up a little and gave him a better angle. He responded by pausing again to allow me to get comfortable.  Then, I again had two hands pulling my bum cheeks apart. Another shift in weight behind me was followed by the unmistakable sensation of a tongue, just the tip, running over my hole. Another pause, then it happened again. I was now almost shaking with the pleasure of it and gradually the tongue started working harder and deeper, working its way into and around my hole while the hands pulled my cheeks further apart causing that little stretching feeling, which caused my anus to open just a little more and his tongue to tease deeper. It really was man-sex heaven and all I could do was lie there on all fours, and take it, even though I was desperate now for something to happen to my cock, which was now almost painfully engorged.

Looking down and back between my legs I could just catch the occasional glimpse of his cock, now very hard and straight with the foreskin fully back, as it wagged back and forth with his movements.
I wanted it but, as much as I was enjoying the anal tonguing, I just had to move things on a little. Pulling myself away, I spun round to lie on my back, shimmied down the bed a little so that I was between his legs, him straddled over me our cocks more-or-less in line. I reached with one hand to gently stroke his, using hardly more than fingertips and the other to stroke his balls. He closed his eyes and turned his head up and emitted a satisfying “Mmmmm”.

I asked him to lie down, and he did, so I positioned myself between his legs and lay down with my face close to the business end.  Easing my hands under his bum, I lifted him a little so that I could lick his scrotum and then run my tongue up the underside of his shaft, stopping short of the end.  I pulled away and while I stroked his cock gently, I repositioned to kneel beside him and, keeping a hand on his balls, I went down on him in earnest sucking rhythmically on the gland and teasing it with my tongue. After a while of sucking, I pulled away for a moment to put my finger in my mouth before putting it back between his legs and returning to sucking.  Easing my hand deeper underneath him, I found his anus and started to rub the tip of my finger around it and occasionally dipping it in while I returned to sucking him.  I felt his cock respond in my mouth as I fingered him gently.

Taking a breather, I looked up while continuing to stroke him, “I was beginning to feel guilty for letting you do all the work, but this…” I squeezed a little to underline what I was talking about, “tells me that you might have enjoyed it almost as much as I did”.

“You’re not wrong” he replied as I went back to sucking his penis, alternately sucking hard, and then easing off on the pressure, still teasing his anus with a finger.  After a while, I needed a breather, so I sat up and grasped his shaft firmly to masturbate him, slowly at first but gradually building up speed.
He moved his hand towards mine so I adjusted my position slightly so that he could reach it more easily, it would have been rude not to! He started rubbing my shaft up and down too.  Then he pulled his hand away, spat into the palm and then rubbed firmly right over my gland.  It felt like an orgasm, sending a spasm through every part of me. I didn’t shoot but it felt as though I was about to.

I spotted a tube of lube on his bedside table, so I leant over him to grab it. I put a huge dollop on my hand and reached down to apply it to my hole, then a second dose was rubbed onto his penis and I’m moving over him, straddling him and positioning myself over the erection; I lowered myself onto him – using a hand reaching round to put him in the right place and then lowered further and felt him entering me. I was now in control, I moved up and down gently, he tried to push up deeper, but I pulled away – keeping him just in but not allowing him any deeper, still bobbing up and down so that his gland was encircled by my ring.  I slowly started sinking lower and lower, taking him deeper into me and bouncing up and down slowly.

He tried to reach for my cock, but I fended him off, I was in too much danger of coming and really didn’t want to, yet. We found a rhythm again; he was thrusting his hips in time with my rise and fall and this was by far the deepest fuck I’d ever enjoyed. Once or twice, I stopped moving and lowered my full weight onto him, pushing down as hard as I could, just to feel that cock inside me, flexing my internal muscles as if holding back a pee, to righten around him, he enjoyed that, so I did it some more!

As we’d bare-backed before, I wasn’t worried this time, and allowed myself to enjoy the sensation, my cock was straining now but I refused to touch it myself and wouldn’t let him do it either, I had a feeling that when it came, my orgasm was going to be epic.

He was soon breathing more heavily, asking me to go faster, grimacing with the effort of thrusting harder into me as I bounced harder and faster then, the shudder, the final thrust and I felt his cock expand as he emptied into me. I did the muscle contraction trick again timed to his spasms, enhancing the sensation for us both. Four or five thrusts later, he was spent and I could feel him deflating inside me, so I pushed down again to keep him there. Even that small movement provoked yet another mini spasm, he was obviously still very sensitive. After a while I easued forward and used muscle contraction to ease his now soft cock out of me. Even the feel of him exiting was a pleasant experience.
“Give me a second, then it’s your turn”, he gasped but in no time, he was up on his knees, his flaccid cock still shiny with lube wobbling in front of me. “Lie down” he instructed, so I did.

No touching this time, supporting himself on his arms he just lowered his head and took me deep into his mouth and sucked.  He pulled back for a moment and said, “I told you you’d come in my mouth this time”.  By the time I replied, he already had a mouthful again. “I’d hoped you hadn’t forgotten”. I lay back and enjoyed it, thrusting my hips in time with his mouth moving up and down my shaft. Then he was concentrating solely on the end, wanking me with his lips as I continued to ease my hips in time with him.
It was a slow build. I’d expected to come pretty soon, but he was expert at bringing me close and then holding back. He paused for a moment and I couldn’t see what he was doing, my eyes were closed as I lay there but he was moving somehow and then it clicked as I felt a hand sliding down over my scrotum and deeper, at the moment his fingertip touched me there, his mouth was back on my cock, I knew what was about to happen but he was still holding back. Then, after what felt like an eternity, the finger plunged deep into me and the mouth tightened around me and I was done for.  My orgasm seemed to go on for ages. It was probably only a few seconds, but you know how time changes in moments like that. I thrust endlessly into his mouth; he tried to keep up but at first there was too much for him to swallow as I looked down and saw a few dribbles leaking down his chin, but he kept on trying.

After a few more thrusts and spasms, during which he wiggled his fingers inside me, I was done, that must have been one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had, certainly up there in the top ten! I sank back into the bed and watched his jaws release their hold on my shrinking penis, but he kept his finger inside me, which was nice.  I brought my feet up towards my bum and widened my legs to give him more room to manoeuvre. I was surprised by how pleasant it felt, I couldn’t handle anything more being done to my cock, but this anal stimulation was just nice, more sensual than sexual.
Eventually, he slowly pulled his hand away and flopped onto the bed beside me.
For a while we just lay there in silence, lazily touching each other’s cocks.
“Shower!” He said after a while, easing himself up and walking towards his en-suite.  I followed and we stepped into the hot water flow. As before, we spend a few minutes soaping each other. I concentrated on washing his cock thoroughly and enjoyed feeling it harden again in my hands, so I sunk to my knees and sucked it again. “That’s nice, but I’m not going to be able to come again” he said, almost apologetically. “I don’t think I could either”.

We left the shower, dried off and I collected my clothes that I had left in random places when I undressed earlier.
Then he dropped the bombshell. His company was relocating, and he had to move away in a few weeks.  That was why he’d wanted it to be special because he feared it might be our last time together. In that he succeeded, it had been really special!

We had another cup of tea; he told me how he really didn’t want to move but because of his level in the company he’d have a hard time getting an alternative job on anything like the same money.
With a kiss and a hug, I left after drinking the tea (all of it this time) wondering if I’d see him again.

We did get together one last time before he left, but I’m you can imagine how it went…