A Gay Story! Movin In
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Moving In (M/M)
Jerry took the old apartment knowing he'd be able to live
with the rowdies in the neighborhood, because just as he didn't
care what they did, he knew they wouldn't care what he did. "Live
and let live" was definitely the motto in the formerly elegant,
now run-down neighborhood.
He planned on enjoying the few weeks before his job began at
the aircraft plant. He looked forward, too, to working alongside
all those men. The entire work force was male, and living in the
liberalized southwest, he expected there would be a bunch of them
who would be willing to play around. All the men he'd met when he
had his interview were beautiful, young, tan, and healthy-
looking.
Jerry met Casey late one might when he was moving in. As he
struggled up to the apartment carrying a box full of books, he
met Casey sitting on a landing of the staircase. Casey had had
much too much to drink and was sitting there with a silly grin on
his face. He'd been staggering around and had to sit down to get
his bearings.
Jerry was spellbound. He stood there, holding the big, heavy
box, staring. He took Casey's long, wavy blond hair and deep blue
eyes, and the tank top and jeans that clearly revealed his sexy,
sensual body.
Jerry stood for a moment longer than necessary and then
walked on to his apartment, set the box down on the floor, and
began to dig in his pocket for the key. Casey got up and walked
after Jerry, much the way a little puppy will follow the first
kind face that it sees. As Casey approached, Jerry could see that
he was short, but stocky and muscular.
"Hi, I'm Jerry. I'm moving in. Do you live here?"
Casey smiled broadly and said, "Yep, I live here. And there.
And wherever I feel like living."
As soon as Jerry got the door open, Casey waled in without a
verbal invitation. He appeared to feel welcome even though Jerry
hadn't told him so in words. With a smile, jerry struggled to
pick up the box again and take it inside. When he got the door
closed behind him, he saw that Casey had the bathroom and was
standing at the toilet, taking a piss. The sounds stimulated
Jerry, but even more than the sounds, he was turned on by the
sexy blond's looks and pen attitude -- so he waited patiently for
Casey to come back out.
When he did, Jerry asked, "Care for a nightcap?"
Casey processed the request slowly, then answered, "Sure,
I'm not driving tonight. And I can use another one."
Jerry unrolled his sleeping bag before he got their drinks.
Spreading it out in the middle of the living room, he told Casey,
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll get the drinks and be right
back."
Jerry was anxious to see what Casey would do with the
suggestion that he make himself comfortable. As he was opening
the two beers, the idea came to him that if Casey hadn't
undressed and stretched out on the sleeping bag, he would lead
the way and strip once he got back to the living room.
But Casey had done just what Jerry had hoped he would do.
When jerry walked back into the bare front room, he found Casey
naked, sprawled on the silky lining of the big sleeper and
looking good enough to eat. Jerry sat the two beers down at the
side of the sleeping bag and quickly undressed. He wondered if
Casey was too far gone, if he would be able and wiling to fuck
around.
Once he was naked, Jerry sat down beside the handsome dude
and said, "Let's have our drinks."
Casey was alert and sharp, in spite of the amount of booze
he'd obviously already had. He sat up, too, his eyes opening wide
when he saw that Jerry was nude. "Nice, very nice," he said, as
he looked Jerry up and down. "Very impressive."
They clicked the bottles together and made a salute to each
other. Both took long swigs and, when the bottles came down, they
were each about half-empty.
Groping for something to say, Jerry told Casey, "I usually
don't live like this. I'm just moving in and everything is all
packed away right now."
"I usually don't live like this, either. But for tonight, it
will do just fine," Casey laid a hand on Jerry's leg and squeezed
the muscles and soft flesh to make his point.
There was a quiet time, when both men were lost in their own
thoughts, then Casey lay back down and stretched out his arms and
legs. Jerry stared agape and wanted to fall on the sexy dude and
ravish him. At the same time, he was reluctant to break the mood
of the moment. He saw Casey as something almost too beautiful to
use.
Casey rolled over on his stomach and, as he did, his cock
lolled to the side and then disappeared. In the dim light that
filtered in from the kitchen, Jerry could see that his new friend
was well-hung and cut and that his crotch appeared to have been
shaved, as there was mo hair around the long, thick dick.
"I've pulled a muscle in my back," Casey said. "I strained
myself yesterday working out and the damned thing keeps
cramping."
"I'm pretty good with back rubs," Jerry told him. "What me
to see if I can work the kinks out for you?"
"oh, man, that would be great." Casey answered. He squirmed
a little, trying to get comfortable. "I'd give anything for a
back rub."
"Want me to use anything on you?" Jerry asked. he'd been
thinking of lotion or oil.
"Buddy," Casey answered, "You can use anything on me you
want to. Anything."
Jerry gulped, swallowed hard, and reached his hands toward
Casey's naked flesh. When he touched the hunk's skin, he was
stunned by the heat and the dry softness. He began to massage
Casey's neck, kneading deep to get to the muscles. He worked
there for a few minutes, then moved his hands down to the broad,
nicely formed shoulders.
"Mmmm, that feels good," Casey said.
Jerry concentrated on his task. His own cock was standing up
in his lap and pressing against his belly. He had to get up on
his knees and out of the sitting position because he was
squeezing his thighs together too hard. As he moved into his new
position, his cock reared and slapped against his belly, making a
sharp sound. Casey's body shook a little and Jerry knew he was
chuckling.
Jerry continued the massage. He got into the knotted portion
of Casey's lower back and let his hands slip a little farther
than necessary around the sexy blond's sides. Down and down Jerry
went, until his hands were rubbing just above Casey's asscheeks.
He wanted to touch the perfect golden orbs, but he had to be sure
he wouldn't offend Casey.
"Okay if I work down here, too?" he asked
"Anywhere you want, Buddy," Casey answered.
Jerry let his hands glide over Casey's ass-mounds first,
then gradually began to dig his fingers deep to soothe the tense
muscles. As he proceeded, he let his thumbs slip down into the
crack of Casey's ass, so when he pulled his hands apart, the
cheeks of Casey's butt parted to reveal the wonder that was
nestled in there. His asshole, pink and shadowed in the dim
light, looked almost too good.
Jerry knew he should continue down Casey's legs, kneading
and rubbing the aching muscles there, but he couldn't tear
himself away from the incredible ass right there in his hands
and just inches from his face.
Slowly, carefully, holding his breath in anticipation, Jerry
leaned forward and touched the silky skin in Casey's ass with his
lips. The kiss was soft and so tender that, at first, Casey
wasn't sure what had just happened.
Jerry parted his lips and let his tongue reach out to caress
the delicate, yet firm, flesh. He was trying to come on slowly to
Casey, but he was suddenly seized with passion and desire. Jerry
opened his mouth wide and snaked his tongue all the way out. he
licked up one cheek and down the other. A gasp came from Casey,
but he offered no objection.
Jerry moved over to the middle of Casey's ass and began to
lick in tight, firm, little circles at the apex of his asscrack.
That brought a more discernible response from Casey: he sighed
and squirmed a little.
the masculine scents that Jerry inhaled only aroused him
more. He wanted to devour the hunk who had presented him with
this beautiful ass. Jerry sucked air in deeply, held his breath,
parted the perfectly formed globes again, and pressed his face
deep in the cleft. He stuck out his tongue and began to rim the
husky, aromatic butthole, using firm up and down strokes.
Casey spread his legs farther, groaned loudly, and said,
"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, that's it, Buddy. You got it. Now go for
it."
Jerry was wild with lust and the urge to please Casey. he
straddled the boy and stepped up the rim job. He worked his
fingers in and out, pressing down and then releasing Casey's
asscheeks. he licked deep and long, taking ragged breaths so that
he would create heat and evaporation wherever he rimmed.
"Ohhh..." Casey sighed, He couldn't form the words he
wanted, but Jerry knew exactly what the groans meant.
Coming up for air, Jerry said, "Tell me you like it. Tell me
you want more.:
"Yeah, oh yeah, more, I like it, I fucking love it, man. Rim
me deep and don't stop. Fuck me. Do anything you want. Just don't
stop, man."
Jerry lowered his face into the crevice of Casey's ass again
and began to rim him more fiercely than before. The blond
struggled and strained to his knees. In an all-fours position,
with his knees apart, Casey presented his ass completely to
Jerry. All the while, Jerry stayed at his task of rimming the
hottest ass he'd ever seen or had.
The sounds of the rim job were enough to turn on both men.
Wet, squishy, slurping noises made Jerry's tongue action filled
the room and excited them to the point where they had to get
off -- at that moment.
"Goddamn, fuck me. Come on, man stuff your cock in there,"
Casey repeated over and over. "Fuck me. Come on, do it."
Jerry raised himself up to move in close. On his knees, and
Casey still on all fours, Jerry's cock was perfectly aligned with
the puckered, saliva-drenched asshole.
Jerry's rod was so hard and bolt upright, he had to take
hold of it and bend its dripping head downward at Casey's
butthole.
It the shadowy light, Jerry could see that Casey was
lowering his torso and resting all his weight on his knees and
shoulders. he saw, too, that Casey had reached under with both
hands and started to jack off.
"Hurry, fuck me, man. Come on," Casey almost pleaded with
Jerry. "Stick that cock in me and fuck me hard!"
Jerry braced himself with one hand on Casey's ass, held his
own cock down with the other, and leaned forward. Hunching his
crotch and pushing forward, he pressed the head of his fuckpole
against Casey's ass.
Casey felt the wet, hot, hard cock at his back door and
shoved his body backward to impale himself on it.
Both men made deep guttural sounds. Then, the flesh-
slapping-against-flesh started.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Casey grunted each time Jerry drove his
cock deep into him. "yeah, yeah..."
Jerry could see Casey's arms moving, he could hear Casey
jacking himself off, and he could feel Casey's body shake. That
his blond hunk was beating off while he got fucked turned Jerry
on even more and spurred him to launch into a frenzied fucking.
Hard, in and out, then harder, deeper and faster, Jerry
fucked Casey as though his very life depended on it. Soon, Jerry
began to gasp for breath. His skin shone with a light film of
sweat and he was hungrily dragging it in and out his lungs. His
cock had swollen to its maximum length and thickness, and the
warm, wet friction of its slide in and out of Casey's asshole
sent Jerry right to the brink.
"O! Fuck! Ohhh!" Jerry was wild. "I'm there. I'm gonna come!
I'm gonna come!"
"Yeah, do it. Shoot your wad inside me. I'm gonna come. too.
Fuck me hard. Make it hurt a little. Push that big cock deep into
me. Hard. I'm gonna..." Casey didn't finish his sentence.
Both men were gripped by the awesome, vise-like pleasure of
having their whole bodies enveloped in the sensation of orgasm.
At the exact same moment, they each began to spurt and empty
their balls. Jerry's cum, shooting out in hot, heavy gobs, filled
Casey. The volume was so great and the heat so high that Casey
felt each burst of sperm goo enter him. And Casey's cum sprayed
out and down. In his knees-and -shoulders-down posture, he poured
his cum onto his hands and legs and into a puddle on the floor.
The men were captives to their own physical ecstasy. Neither
could have moved in any way other than to keep up the handjobs
and the buttfucking they were wrapped up in. The sounds changed,
the air was charged, and they were like two automatic machines
that couldn't be turned off.
Casey cried out in pleasure and Jerry clamped his jaws tight
and groaned, as they rocked and rolled together in total abandon.
When the twin climaxes that had galvanized them began to
lessen, Jerry fell forward onto Casey's back, pushing Casey
forward, to. They landed in a pile on the sleeping bag. Spent,
but still coupled by Jerry's cock buried to the hilt in Casey's
ass, they lay, a tangle of arms and legs, and rested. Very
slowly, each found the natural tempo of his own breathing and
eventually calmed down.
"Oh, man, that was fucking great," Casey said. "I've been
needing a fuck for a long time and that was perfect."
Jerry coiled his arms around casey and hugged him close.
"You are one hot dude. I mean, I've had a lot of men, but you are
the best fuck I ever had."
Neither man spoke again and soon, the quiet of the night,
the pale moonlight on their bodies, and the total physical
satisfaction they both felt sent them both into a deep sleep.
Early in the morning, Jerry stirred and came slowly awake.
The first thing he was aware of was the warmth and comfort of the
naked body he still cradled in his arms. He kissed Casey on the
neck -- a soft kiss that wasn't intended to rouse him. He cuddled
close, and then realized that his cock had remained inside Casey
all through the night.
Jerry was tempted to fuck Casey again, but was afraid it
would be too much too soon. he wanted to preserve this new
friendship, not scare Casey off with a lot of pressure and sexual
demands.
It was hard to hold back, but Jerry began to pull away,
sliding his meat out of the warm ad snug comfit if Casey's
hospitable asshole.
The slight friction woke Casey, and he pushed back, almost
involuntarily, onto Jerry's cock. A mumble issued from his
throat. Then he was fully awake.
He felt warm, strong arms that held him tight and the
reassuring presence of the full cock in his ass.
"Want to fuck again?" Casey asked.
"More than anything, but I think we'd better give that hot
ass of yours a rest." Jerry started to inch away again and, this
time, Casey remained still and let the hardening cock be
retracted.
"Damn, that thing feels good in me. Going in, it feels good;
coming out, it feels good. And just sitting in there, it feels
good. A perfect fit."
Finally, Jerry got his cock free of the tight, clutching
muscles of Casey's asshole. he pressed his hard-on against
Casey's back and they snuggles close. Both men were hot and
ready.
"Let's rest for a few minutes," Jerry suggested.
"Anything you say," Casey answered and pressed himself harder
into Jerry's embrace.
Time passed and Jerry woke to find himself alone in the
sleeping bag. Panic and despair seized him until he saw Casey
lounging on a pile of pillows nearby, waiting. As soon as he saw
Jerry was up, Casey said, "Hey, Guy, let's do it."
Casey was on his knees, but instead of bending forward as he
had done the night before, he was leaning back into the cushions,
displaying his rigid cock curving sexily back against his
stomach.
Jerry was utterly amazed at Casey's beauty in the bright
morning light. He just sat on the sleeping bag and stared,
drinking in the sheer masculine perfection that was beckoning
him.
"Hey, just watch me," Casey wanted to perform and wanted
Jerry to be his audience. "Let me get myself off while you watch.
That really makes me hot," he said.
While Jerry looked on, Casey reached down, grasped his own
cock, and began manipulating it. He pumped himself slowly at
first, gradually quickening his strokes.
Jerry was spellbound for the second time by the handsome,
lusty stud who had walked into his life the night before. He just
stared. Casey rested his shoulders on the pillows and fucked
himself with both hands. One hand tugged and squeezed his balls,
the other encircled his erection, sliding up and down.
The sight was too much for Jerry. He lay back on the
sleeping bag, transfixed by Casey jacking off. He reached down to
play with himself, too, trying to get into the same rhythm that
Casey was using.
The two men watched each other, wide-eyed, allowing
themselves to become fully aroused as they beat their meat
together.
Casey told Jerry that he loved to jerk off. "I like it best
when I can get a hot dude to watch me. That really makes me
shoot."
"I like it, too," Jerry confided. "I've loved jacking off
for as long as I can remember. I like to fuck and suck and play
with sex toys, but I love to jack off."
Casey and Jerry fell silent as they sent unspoken signals to
one another that they would be coming pretty damned quick. Both
men kept their vision fixed on each other. Their bodies were
tensed and, once more, they were breathing heavily. Their hands
were pistoning up and down on their cocks. They were excited and
aroused to be watching one another.
Casey stood up just before his orgasm seized him. With his
feet planted far apart, his entire crotch was wide open to
Jerry's eyes.
Casey got his nuts off first. As he started to blow, he
tossed his head back, closed his eyes, and just let the feelings
overpower him. His cock swelled and darkened, its length and
girth increased, and the rate of his fisting increased until his
hand was nothing but a blur.
Then, Casey launched a salvo of cum shots -- he hosed Jerry
and the floor with long, creamy white ropes of cum that looped
and whirled on their flight downward.
Over and over, spasms shook Casey, each spasm triggering
another shot of cum from the sore swollen cock he still held in
his hand.
Eyeing the handjob from his vantage point on the floor,
Jerry fell into jacking off, too. He gave up speed and rhythm
that Casey used and instead, let himself beat off the way he
normally did it.
Jerry's hands were clenched around his long cock, one above
the other, the way a batter holds his bat. He pumped up and down
with his hands, using long, wayward strands of Casey's cum as
warm lube. That hot, sticky feeling sent him over the brink.
When Jerry started to come, he lifted his ass off the floor
so that he was suspended, his weight resting just on his
shoulders and feet. Arched that way, he sprayed himself with his
own jizz.
Casey stared down at Jerry. Casey had slowed his strokes
considerably, just emerging from his own whirlpool of sexual
satisfaction. He nodded approvingly, letting Jerry know that his
performance was a hot one, too.
Jerry squinted his eyes, clamped his teeth hard, and
literally pounded his cock with his hands. His cum was
everywhere. His cock had lurched and quivered when he came, so he
had shot wads in every direction.
When Jerry was able to stop, Casey dropped to his knees
beside him and pressed his chest against Jerry's. The cum that
coated them both was slippery and warm. Casey got his arms around
Jerry and pulled him into a sitting position. They embarked on a
long, deep, passionate kiss that expressed all the feeling that
had passed between them.
When they separated and could finally speak, Jerry asked,
"Where will you go from here?"
"Where should I go?"
"What to stay here?" Jerry said.
"Here? You want this to be my home?"
"It's my home. You can stay with me, if you want to." Jerry
was trying hard not to sound too excited.
"What'll I tell my friends?" Casey asked.
"Tell 'em you're going home. Then come back here."
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