In the Basement

Detroit—September, 2012

I was in the Detroit area to see my Dad at his extended care facility—not that he’d remember I’d been there.  I was hoping to combine the parental visit with some sex with an infrequent regular.  As Dad and I sat at his second story window and counted the ducks on the pond for the fourth time since I’d arrived, I got a text from Sean.  He’d be home and ready by 6pm.  I got Dad down to the dining room for his early supper, sat in my car for a long minute and pulled out of the lot—knowing that the beef tips on Dad’s menu had already erased any chance he’d remember I’d been there…

 I’m in the gay enclave of Detroit in no time.  Sean has a beautiful older house.  I don’t see any of it this trip—for I go in the side door and straight to the basement.  There he is--all buff and beautiful--his gym built chest showing every hour he’s spent on it.  Sean is in his early 40’s and looks a little younger.  He has dark hair with a rugged, tan face and a rather aquiline nose.  He has on a dark blue jock which covers a nice bulge of meat.  A tat is just visible poking above the elastic of the waistband.  He gets up out of his sling, setting it swaying, with the chains in the rafters gently clinking.

We hug.  His strong arms hold me briefly.  I vent briefly about my family stuff as I strip down, before I get my boots back on.  I shake off my mood as he puts in the latest Treasure Island.  And hops back in the sling.

“Give me that hot tongue.” 

I don’t wait for more.  I kneel and spread his cheeks.  His ass is muscular, but slim.  And hairy.  I lose the last of my family concerns, with spitting and poking my tongue deeply into his pucker.  He grunts.  I hear him groping on the side table for the poppers.  The air goes acrid the moment he finds them and twists the cap.

“Fuck me.”

I rise.  My cock is perfectly aligned with his wet, slick hole.  I push.  I don’t go in easily.  He’s clamping down—playing at keeping me out.   Sean relaxes.  I glide in the first five inches. 

His eyes widen.  “It’s been too long,” he grunts.

I move in steadily.  My unruly pubes are smashed up against his ass cheeks in no time.

“Oh, yeah,” I sigh.  “Way too long.”

I move slowly. Taking barely any of it out of his ass.  He’s milking it so beautifully.  Finally, I pull out a little more.  And then, all but the head. 

I hold.

Then drive it home. 

Sean is moaning now—and jerking his cock.  I am fucking at a hard tempo—getting to it much faster than usual. 

This is a perfect buddy fuck.  No tricks, no toys, no piss, no fist.  Just pumping my thick cock as deep into him as I can.

I slow, stop the thrusts, and eat his hole.

“I just shot like half a load.”  I stand up, lean across him and lick up his cum.  I shove it into his hole, working it as deep as I can with my tongue.  This makes my cock throb and drip.  I rise and slip it home.  All the way in, this time.  He’s stroking and telling me to fuck him hard. 

I do.

I eat his ass again—tasting the cum I’ve churned into froth.

We fuck.

We take a quick piss break—in the bathroom.  No kink today.

 I bend him over in the sling, letting the webbing support his chest.  A tribal design is visible in the small of his back.  I like the view, but the angle of fucking is not as good.  He gets back in the sling.

I slip in and do a quick accelerando of balls slapping on ass.  I am banging him hard.  He shoots.  I slow.  “Keep going,” he barks.  I do.  In no time, he shoots a second load.  This time I truly stop. 

“Can you take some more?”  I ask.

“Are you close?”

“Sure,” I lie.

I kneel and taste what I’ve done to his ass—that half load of his cum has made his hole better than any dessert.  It gets me closer to shooting faster than I thought possible.  I get up and ram it in his hole.

“Give it to me.”

In three more thrusts I do—I give him my load.  My head snaps back.  I make some sort of sound I don’t recognize.  I gasp and collapse on his sticky chest.  His arms hold me in place.  But for not nearly long enough. 

We towel off and dress, nattering about nothing.

We hug. 

We sort of kiss.

We promise to do it again sooner rather than later.  Both knowing it will likely be later.

I sit in my car, wishing I were not driving 120 miles after shooting my load. 

I inhale.  Sean’s cum is still in my beard. 

A smile plays on my lips, as I look at myself in the rearview mirror.  I breathe deeply.  Inhaling his aroma.  And turn the key.