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| Oliver |
When Oliver
woke up, he focused on me and smiled.
“Sorry”, he said.
“No problem!”
“I love waking up to see your face”, he said.
I smiled back.
I was feeling a little uneasy after the messages I had just read. I didn’t want to give it any attention, because I felt like Abby didn’t deserve it after the way she spoke. I decided not to immediately bring it up.
We decided to walk around the park some more. Oliver remained shirtless. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. I wanted to touch him so bad, but I was restraining myself from doing so, trying to respect his nervousness about public displays of affection. I wanted to say something in a playful manner, but it came out more bitchy than intended.
“Are you OK with me salivating over you in public? People might think we’re together!”
Oliver laughed, but I could tell he realized he was being called out.
“Sorry”, I immediately said. “You’re just not making this easy on me.”
“No no”, he immediately countered, “you’re right, I’m being a hypocrite. It’s been a while since I’ve dated a bloke. I forget how people stare. It just makes me nervous.”
I smiled. Oliver being nervous was what tied these few days together.
“This is exactly why Pride is so important”, I said as we continued to walk. “It’s when we celebrate the progress we’ve made and remind ourselves that true equality, true freedom is not yet achieved. It’s a different experience when two guys are together, and you experience both sides of that. Which must be disconcerting.”
There was a short silence.
“And yeah, lots of people get a chance to truly be themselves for that one day at Pride. And you don’t have to identify with all of those people. You, me, them, we’re all part of that wide array of colors that make up the community. But as long as you feel nervous holding my hand in this park or making out in a changing room, more than you would with a girl… we need Pride.”
“You were doing a hell of a lot more than making out, to be fair”, he responded. “But I see your point.”
We walked back to the parking lot without saying a word. But Oliver slowly took my hand and held it until we got there. I felt butterflies all over.
I drove him back to his place. During the drive I decided I had to speak up about the messages I had received. However, he talked to me about how Simone works for an organization that gives legal support to LGBTQ+ people. She had offered him and Timothy some spots on a float for Pride and he had turned them down, but Timothy was going. He texted Simone while I drove if spots were still available.
When we got inside of his apartment, he immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me close. We made out. It was very passionate. Oliver’s hands roamed around my back as our bodies touched from our chests to our knees. I felt his cock grow against my hip. My cock grew in response. The lack of underwear in the sweatpant shorts gave us lots of space to grow.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day”, he whispered when he stopped kissing me for a second.
We started taking off our clothes as Oliver laid back on the sofa. His cock, with foreskin still covering the head, was raging hard. I slowly lay over him as I kissed his stomach, his chest, his neck and then his mouth. His moans were like music to my ears, getting me incredibly excited.
I kneeled down on the sofa with my right leg and stood with my left in such a position that Oliver could suck my cock. He did so with great enthusiasm. He clearly just loved giving oral. The video popped back in my head. His smiley, relaxed face in it was different from his face now, which was more intense. He just had to have my cock. It didn’t mean anything. I put it out of my mind when he asked me, “Would you eat my arse again?”
I didn’t have to say anything. I stood up, and pushed his legs up. I kneeled down and licked his hole. First slowly, teasing him. His moans were long and drawn out, almost whiney, begging me for more. I gave him more. His beautifully hairless pink hole was a delight to eat out. I noticed Oliver was getting goosebumps all over his body as his eyes rolled back.
“Huhnnn…. Ohhhh…. You are so good at that…. Ahhhh….”
He was making me so horny, I knew I had to fuck him. His hole looked ready.
“Can I?”, I asked.
He looked at me, having a hard time to focus on me as his pleasure had seemingly taken him out of this world for a while.
“Yes. Yes please!”
I entered him, slowly. I saw him gasp, but it was definitely in a good way. As I continued to push in, I noticed his eyes watering. He never took his eyes away from mine as I slowly started fucking him.
“Ohhhh my God, yes…..”, he uttered. A tear rolled down his eye.
There was an intensity to our sex that just couldn’t be matched. Oliver touched my chest and my abs as I fucked him. The look in his eyes really got to me. I was starting to realize I really liked this guy and not just physically.
I really wanted us both to last longer than the night before, but again Oliver just randomly shot his load all over his abs without touching himself. His eyes rolled back up and he grabbed my sides.
“Oh Christ, what are you doing to meeeee…. Keep goinggg…. Aaaahh!”
It was so hot to watch him orgasm, and to feel his hole contracting around my thick, hard cock as he did. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, but to my surprise I wasn’t cumming yet. I continued to fuck him. His body was all floppy and relaxed. His cock bounced up and down in a pool of its own semen.
“That feels really good….”, he said, moaning.
He reached down to his cock and started jacking, even though he had just had an orgasm. He bit his bottom lip and looked at me.
“You’re just right up there”, he said, “Hitting the spot just right….”
“Yeah, you like that?”, I asked.
“Your cock is heaven, mate… You’re gonna make me shoot again soon…”
I knew I was going to cum soon myself, but I wanted to see him shoot one more time. I changed tempo, knowing it would drive him absolutely wild if I suddenly were to go slow. I let my hips relax and really got in there with slow and deep thrusts.
“Wha-… ohhhhhhh fuuuuck”, he exclaimed, his eyes rolling up again.
“You’re making me-… Making me-…. Aaahhhhhhh”
Oliver’s cock exploded a second time in just a few minutes and I knew I couldn’t hold back longer. I came inside his ass and it was the best I had ever felt.
I put my hands by his sides and lowered myself so I could kiss him. He took my head in both of his hands and his kiss was so full of passion again.
“I really like you, Ray”, he said.
I smiled.
“I really like you too.”
We kissed again. Even though I was still inside of him, it was an emotional moment.
I heard the front door open right behind me and Oliver’s eyes were wide open.
“Fucking hell! Olly!!!”
“So sorry, Tim, give us two minutes!”
The door closed. We both burst out laughing.
After a quick shower we entered the living room wearing nothing but towels. Timothy said nothing but silently judged us with his facial expression as we picked up our clothes and went into Oliver’s bedroom. There we snuggled some more in our afterglow. We definitely fell asleep for a little while as we were cuddled up close.
I had a dream about Abby stealing Oliver away from me as we danced on the Pride float. I woke up, breathing heavily. Oliver was still fast sleep and snored in my arms, with his head on my chest.
When he woke up, I asked him “Hey, can I talk to you about something?”
“Sure!”
I got up to get my phone and showed him the messages I had gotten. His eyes widened as he looked at them.
“Oh my God, Ray. When did you get these?”
“I saw them when you’d fallen asleep in the park.”
“I’m so sorry. Please don’t believe her.”
“But who is she? What’s going on?”
“Abby is my ex. We were together for 8 years. This fits in her pattern of behavior.”
“How?”
“I had fallen in love with her pretty fast. I have a tendency to fall pretty fast, you know”, he said, smiling. “And everything was great at first. But as time went on, she would put me down. In front of others, too. Eventually she had made me feel useless. Like, I believed I was nothing. And that I was lucky to have her. She acted in such a way that I would never have the courage to leave her.”
I noticed he was getting emotional.
“And I truly believe that was intentional. She slept around and would ask me for forgiveness but then do it again. Until finally she had broken me so much that I wasn’t able to love her anymore. And I knew I had to leave. And that’s when I left the UK. When I left, she sent me messages that I would never love again.”
“Wow”, I said.
“Timothy helped me build myself back up again. And the gym. The gym is always there for me.”
I smiled. I was reminded of that morning.
“She is well aware that I’m bi, though. We talked about it often. But I never did anything with a guy when I was with her. Tim brought me to all these queer spaces here and it’s been great. Got fucked for the first time and never looked back”, he said, chuckling awkwardly. “You’re the only one who stuck around for longer than a night.”
I smiled at him and stroked his arm.
“I need you to believe me”, Oliver said.
I looked at him, he seemed genuinely scared that I would not trust him on this.
“Of course I believe you. I have no reason to believe her. You enjoy gay sex way too much, there’s just no way. But thanks so much for telling me all this.”
He put his arms around my waist and held me tight as we lay in bed.
“I’ll remove the messages and block her.”
“I’m so sorry you had to see that video.”
“That’s OK”, I said, “it was kinda hot.”
That night I finally drove back to my own apartment. We had decided that after spending 48 hours together, it might be good to give each other some space. I already had a text saying ‘I miss you’ by the time I opened the front door. A beaming smile was on my face as I tried to fall asleep. It stayed there all through the week. Co-workers noticed. Susan noticed. The barista at the coffeeshop noticed. The giving each other some space was reluctant to say the least. Oliver spent Tuesday, Thursday and Friday night at my place. I spent Wednesday night at his.
On Saturday we were on a float for Pride. It was an amazing experience to be openly affectionate with Oliver and for neither of us to feel nervous. Even for someone like Oliver, who is more introverted, the day was a success. He had fun partying with Timothy, Tessa and Simone, Warren and Heather. We spotted Susan and her husband in the crowd and she looked so happy to see me with someone.
Oliver wore his new white jeans that made his ass look massive, which I had asked him to, and he got lots of attention from people. I noticed it made him uncomfortable at times. I realized the best way to deal with this was to keep my hand on his ass throughout the day, which we both enjoyed.
After the parade we were exhausted and went back to my place. I thought we were going to take a nap, but Oliver had other plans, rubbing my crotch through my pants as we walked.
“This is a whole new level of PDA”, I said.
“Well, yes! I learned that today is when our community gets to be themselves,” he replied with that cheeky look in his eyes.
When we got to my apartment building, I realized that just seeing him walk up the stairs in front of me, his big ass in the bright white jeans right at face level, was enough to give me a major erection.
When we got inside, Oliver immediately opened my jeans. My cockhead had popped out the top of my briefs. “Wow”, he whispered as he went down to his knees and pulled down my underwear. My erect cock slapped him in the face. He looked up at me and smiled. It was the happy, flirtatious look I had seen in the video. He took his time to lick my cock at the sides, lick my balls, lick the head, and then go down on my dick all at once. Deeper and deeper, until he choked himself.
“Your cock is perfection”, he said.
I picked him up and took his hand. I led him to my bed. As he stood in my bedroom, I took off the tanktop he had worn during the parade, which smelled of his musky sweat. His body was still so beautiful to me, as I kissed his chest and licked his nipple, making him groan. In the meantime I undid the buttons of his new purchase, sliding the stretchy jeans down over his massive ass and thighs. His cock was hard. Some seminal fluid rested on the top of his cockhead, kept together by his foreskin. I pushed the skin back effortlessly, exposing his beautiful shiny head. Oliver moaned.
I jerked him off while I continued to kiss his chest and neck. I played with his nipple with my other hand. My own cock was poking him in the belly. He started off jerking it, but I could sense the pleasure was becoming a bit much and he just stood there. His moaning got louder and higher. I loved getting him to this state.
“I don’t know what you do to me…. You’re so good…”, he said, as if on cue.
His whole body shivered.
I slowly leaned into him to make him sit on the bed and then pushed him to lay down. I got on top of him and he held me tight, his legs going around my waist. We kissed. Everything felt right in that moment.
I fucked him on his back and it was once again such an intense experience. After only a few thrusts, I made him cum handsfree.
“You are a sex-god”, he said as he kissed me hard.
After that he rode my cock, which was equally hot. Watching his boner bounce up and down, with drops of precum falling on my stomach every now and then turned me on real bad. Seeing Oliver take charge and switching tempo on my cock was so hot.
“I’m going to cum!”, I said.
Oliver starting jacking himself off and we came at the same time.
Exhausted, we spooned and I knew we would soon fall asleep.
“Should I set an alarm? We could still go to a party?”
“No need to go to a party. I got my man”, he mumbled. I could tell he was close to sleep. I chuckled.
“I love you, Ray”, he mumbled.
I wasn’t aware if he was meaning what he was saying, but I realized I wasn’t scared to say it back.
“I love you too, Oliver.”
“Please. Call me Olly.”
THE END
“Sorry”, he said.
“No problem!”
“I love waking up to see your face”, he said.
I smiled back.
I was feeling a little uneasy after the messages I had just read. I didn’t want to give it any attention, because I felt like Abby didn’t deserve it after the way she spoke. I decided not to immediately bring it up.
We decided to walk around the park some more. Oliver remained shirtless. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. I wanted to touch him so bad, but I was restraining myself from doing so, trying to respect his nervousness about public displays of affection. I wanted to say something in a playful manner, but it came out more bitchy than intended.
“Are you OK with me salivating over you in public? People might think we’re together!”
Oliver laughed, but I could tell he realized he was being called out.
“Sorry”, I immediately said. “You’re just not making this easy on me.”
“No no”, he immediately countered, “you’re right, I’m being a hypocrite. It’s been a while since I’ve dated a bloke. I forget how people stare. It just makes me nervous.”
I smiled. Oliver being nervous was what tied these few days together.
“This is exactly why Pride is so important”, I said as we continued to walk. “It’s when we celebrate the progress we’ve made and remind ourselves that true equality, true freedom is not yet achieved. It’s a different experience when two guys are together, and you experience both sides of that. Which must be disconcerting.”
There was a short silence.
“And yeah, lots of people get a chance to truly be themselves for that one day at Pride. And you don’t have to identify with all of those people. You, me, them, we’re all part of that wide array of colors that make up the community. But as long as you feel nervous holding my hand in this park or making out in a changing room, more than you would with a girl… we need Pride.”
“You were doing a hell of a lot more than making out, to be fair”, he responded. “But I see your point.”
We walked back to the parking lot without saying a word. But Oliver slowly took my hand and held it until we got there. I felt butterflies all over.
I drove him back to his place. During the drive I decided I had to speak up about the messages I had received. However, he talked to me about how Simone works for an organization that gives legal support to LGBTQ+ people. She had offered him and Timothy some spots on a float for Pride and he had turned them down, but Timothy was going. He texted Simone while I drove if spots were still available.
When we got inside of his apartment, he immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me close. We made out. It was very passionate. Oliver’s hands roamed around my back as our bodies touched from our chests to our knees. I felt his cock grow against my hip. My cock grew in response. The lack of underwear in the sweatpant shorts gave us lots of space to grow.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day”, he whispered when he stopped kissing me for a second.
We started taking off our clothes as Oliver laid back on the sofa. His cock, with foreskin still covering the head, was raging hard. I slowly lay over him as I kissed his stomach, his chest, his neck and then his mouth. His moans were like music to my ears, getting me incredibly excited.
I kneeled down on the sofa with my right leg and stood with my left in such a position that Oliver could suck my cock. He did so with great enthusiasm. He clearly just loved giving oral. The video popped back in my head. His smiley, relaxed face in it was different from his face now, which was more intense. He just had to have my cock. It didn’t mean anything. I put it out of my mind when he asked me, “Would you eat my arse again?”
I didn’t have to say anything. I stood up, and pushed his legs up. I kneeled down and licked his hole. First slowly, teasing him. His moans were long and drawn out, almost whiney, begging me for more. I gave him more. His beautifully hairless pink hole was a delight to eat out. I noticed Oliver was getting goosebumps all over his body as his eyes rolled back.
“Huhnnn…. Ohhhh…. You are so good at that…. Ahhhh….”
He was making me so horny, I knew I had to fuck him. His hole looked ready.
“Can I?”, I asked.
He looked at me, having a hard time to focus on me as his pleasure had seemingly taken him out of this world for a while.
“Yes. Yes please!”
I entered him, slowly. I saw him gasp, but it was definitely in a good way. As I continued to push in, I noticed his eyes watering. He never took his eyes away from mine as I slowly started fucking him.
“Ohhhh my God, yes…..”, he uttered. A tear rolled down his eye.
There was an intensity to our sex that just couldn’t be matched. Oliver touched my chest and my abs as I fucked him. The look in his eyes really got to me. I was starting to realize I really liked this guy and not just physically.
I really wanted us both to last longer than the night before, but again Oliver just randomly shot his load all over his abs without touching himself. His eyes rolled back up and he grabbed my sides.
“Oh Christ, what are you doing to meeeee…. Keep goinggg…. Aaaahh!”
It was so hot to watch him orgasm, and to feel his hole contracting around my thick, hard cock as he did. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, but to my surprise I wasn’t cumming yet. I continued to fuck him. His body was all floppy and relaxed. His cock bounced up and down in a pool of its own semen.
“That feels really good….”, he said, moaning.
He reached down to his cock and started jacking, even though he had just had an orgasm. He bit his bottom lip and looked at me.
“You’re just right up there”, he said, “Hitting the spot just right….”
“Yeah, you like that?”, I asked.
“Your cock is heaven, mate… You’re gonna make me shoot again soon…”
I knew I was going to cum soon myself, but I wanted to see him shoot one more time. I changed tempo, knowing it would drive him absolutely wild if I suddenly were to go slow. I let my hips relax and really got in there with slow and deep thrusts.
“Wha-… ohhhhhhh fuuuuck”, he exclaimed, his eyes rolling up again.
“You’re making me-… Making me-…. Aaahhhhhhh”
Oliver’s cock exploded a second time in just a few minutes and I knew I couldn’t hold back longer. I came inside his ass and it was the best I had ever felt.
I put my hands by his sides and lowered myself so I could kiss him. He took my head in both of his hands and his kiss was so full of passion again.
“I really like you, Ray”, he said.
I smiled.
“I really like you too.”
We kissed again. Even though I was still inside of him, it was an emotional moment.
I heard the front door open right behind me and Oliver’s eyes were wide open.
“Fucking hell! Olly!!!”
“So sorry, Tim, give us two minutes!”
The door closed. We both burst out laughing.
After a quick shower we entered the living room wearing nothing but towels. Timothy said nothing but silently judged us with his facial expression as we picked up our clothes and went into Oliver’s bedroom. There we snuggled some more in our afterglow. We definitely fell asleep for a little while as we were cuddled up close.
I had a dream about Abby stealing Oliver away from me as we danced on the Pride float. I woke up, breathing heavily. Oliver was still fast sleep and snored in my arms, with his head on my chest.
When he woke up, I asked him “Hey, can I talk to you about something?”
“Sure!”
I got up to get my phone and showed him the messages I had gotten. His eyes widened as he looked at them.
“Oh my God, Ray. When did you get these?”
“I saw them when you’d fallen asleep in the park.”
“I’m so sorry. Please don’t believe her.”
“But who is she? What’s going on?”
“Abby is my ex. We were together for 8 years. This fits in her pattern of behavior.”
“How?”
“I had fallen in love with her pretty fast. I have a tendency to fall pretty fast, you know”, he said, smiling. “And everything was great at first. But as time went on, she would put me down. In front of others, too. Eventually she had made me feel useless. Like, I believed I was nothing. And that I was lucky to have her. She acted in such a way that I would never have the courage to leave her.”
I noticed he was getting emotional.
“And I truly believe that was intentional. She slept around and would ask me for forgiveness but then do it again. Until finally she had broken me so much that I wasn’t able to love her anymore. And I knew I had to leave. And that’s when I left the UK. When I left, she sent me messages that I would never love again.”
“Wow”, I said.
“Timothy helped me build myself back up again. And the gym. The gym is always there for me.”
I smiled. I was reminded of that morning.
“She is well aware that I’m bi, though. We talked about it often. But I never did anything with a guy when I was with her. Tim brought me to all these queer spaces here and it’s been great. Got fucked for the first time and never looked back”, he said, chuckling awkwardly. “You’re the only one who stuck around for longer than a night.”
I smiled at him and stroked his arm.
“I need you to believe me”, Oliver said.
I looked at him, he seemed genuinely scared that I would not trust him on this.
“Of course I believe you. I have no reason to believe her. You enjoy gay sex way too much, there’s just no way. But thanks so much for telling me all this.”
He put his arms around my waist and held me tight as we lay in bed.
“I’ll remove the messages and block her.”
“I’m so sorry you had to see that video.”
“That’s OK”, I said, “it was kinda hot.”
That night I finally drove back to my own apartment. We had decided that after spending 48 hours together, it might be good to give each other some space. I already had a text saying ‘I miss you’ by the time I opened the front door. A beaming smile was on my face as I tried to fall asleep. It stayed there all through the week. Co-workers noticed. Susan noticed. The barista at the coffeeshop noticed. The giving each other some space was reluctant to say the least. Oliver spent Tuesday, Thursday and Friday night at my place. I spent Wednesday night at his.
On Saturday we were on a float for Pride. It was an amazing experience to be openly affectionate with Oliver and for neither of us to feel nervous. Even for someone like Oliver, who is more introverted, the day was a success. He had fun partying with Timothy, Tessa and Simone, Warren and Heather. We spotted Susan and her husband in the crowd and she looked so happy to see me with someone.
Oliver wore his new white jeans that made his ass look massive, which I had asked him to, and he got lots of attention from people. I noticed it made him uncomfortable at times. I realized the best way to deal with this was to keep my hand on his ass throughout the day, which we both enjoyed.
After the parade we were exhausted and went back to my place. I thought we were going to take a nap, but Oliver had other plans, rubbing my crotch through my pants as we walked.
“This is a whole new level of PDA”, I said.
“Well, yes! I learned that today is when our community gets to be themselves,” he replied with that cheeky look in his eyes.
When we got to my apartment building, I realized that just seeing him walk up the stairs in front of me, his big ass in the bright white jeans right at face level, was enough to give me a major erection.
When we got inside, Oliver immediately opened my jeans. My cockhead had popped out the top of my briefs. “Wow”, he whispered as he went down to his knees and pulled down my underwear. My erect cock slapped him in the face. He looked up at me and smiled. It was the happy, flirtatious look I had seen in the video. He took his time to lick my cock at the sides, lick my balls, lick the head, and then go down on my dick all at once. Deeper and deeper, until he choked himself.
“Your cock is perfection”, he said.
I picked him up and took his hand. I led him to my bed. As he stood in my bedroom, I took off the tanktop he had worn during the parade, which smelled of his musky sweat. His body was still so beautiful to me, as I kissed his chest and licked his nipple, making him groan. In the meantime I undid the buttons of his new purchase, sliding the stretchy jeans down over his massive ass and thighs. His cock was hard. Some seminal fluid rested on the top of his cockhead, kept together by his foreskin. I pushed the skin back effortlessly, exposing his beautiful shiny head. Oliver moaned.
I jerked him off while I continued to kiss his chest and neck. I played with his nipple with my other hand. My own cock was poking him in the belly. He started off jerking it, but I could sense the pleasure was becoming a bit much and he just stood there. His moaning got louder and higher. I loved getting him to this state.
“I don’t know what you do to me…. You’re so good…”, he said, as if on cue.
His whole body shivered.
I slowly leaned into him to make him sit on the bed and then pushed him to lay down. I got on top of him and he held me tight, his legs going around my waist. We kissed. Everything felt right in that moment.
I fucked him on his back and it was once again such an intense experience. After only a few thrusts, I made him cum handsfree.
“You are a sex-god”, he said as he kissed me hard.
After that he rode my cock, which was equally hot. Watching his boner bounce up and down, with drops of precum falling on my stomach every now and then turned me on real bad. Seeing Oliver take charge and switching tempo on my cock was so hot.
“I’m going to cum!”, I said.
Oliver starting jacking himself off and we came at the same time.
Exhausted, we spooned and I knew we would soon fall asleep.
“Should I set an alarm? We could still go to a party?”
“No need to go to a party. I got my man”, he mumbled. I could tell he was close to sleep. I chuckled.
“I love you, Ray”, he mumbled.
I wasn’t aware if he was meaning what he was saying, but I realized I wasn’t scared to say it back.
“I love you too, Oliver.”
“Please. Call me Olly.”
THE END
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