Exton

The real estate agent proves to be a nice middle-aged guy named Jon Hawkins. He shows us all around the place - first floor, second floor, basement, garage, answers our questions with refreshing wit and candor, and doesn't blink when we tell him we'll take it and can have a certified check for him in a day or two. He promises to rush the paperwork through and we shake on it. He doesn't object when I tell him "Gary" and I would like to explore a bit more; he just smiles and tells us to lock up when we leave. Another round of handshakes and he leaves us alone in the place.

We walk through again, talking in low voices, already making tentative plans. The place is structurally sound, though in dire need of a paint job, and Hawkins told us the old wiring and plumbing had been ripped out and replaced five years previous, to bring the place up to Code. We take our time exploring the basement, assessing its potential as an emergency bolt-hole and come back satisfied it will work for our purposes.

We find ourselves back in the living room with much of the night still ahead of us. I don't really want to go back to the Manse, and I doubt the Tavern will be open for business just yet. I grin. "No time like the present...."

Gareth looks startled when I start unbuttoning his shirt, but he catches on quickly. I caress his chest, pinching his nipples playfully.... He moans with rising passion as I nip gently at his neck. I open his jeans and slide a hand down to encircle his throbbing cock. His hips jerk involuntarily and he groans into my mouth. I stroke up and down his thickness and smile at his reaction. I release him for the briefest of moments and push his jeans down past his knees. My voice is a rough purr. "Don't hold back. Let it out. Let it all out."

I go to my knees and take him in my mouth, deep. I cup his ass, squeezing gently, drawing him deeper, moving up and down his shaft, licking and sucking. He fists his hands in my hair, fucking my mouth; I open my throat for him and swallow him down, fingers teasing his balls lightly.... His eyes are squeezed tightly shut and his hips jerk, driving his cock deep. I suck and lick and glide my teeth lightly over the pulsing length of him, feeding the fire. His voice is hoarse and raspy. "Gods, Nick… fuck, you're so good…." I let my eyes answer while my mouth continues to pleasure him.

"Nick." Gareth's voice is a strangled croak. "Get up and take off your clothes. I want to fuck you."

I smile as I pull my mouth off his cock and stand up. The t-shirt goes first, then the boots, and finally the pants - nothing under them but me. Gareth hisses when he sees how excited I am; then I go to my knees and look back over my shoulder. "Ready when you are."

He moves behind me, takes my hips in his hands. I relax; this isn't really new to me, though it's my first time with Gareth. He spreads my cheeks and I feel his cock pressing firmly against my anal opening. I push backwards - just slightly - and he presses forward. The exact instant of penetration is lost in the rush of heat and pleasure and the moan deep in Gareth's chest. He slides deep, deeper and suddenly he's fully inside me, throbbing in my ass. I rock back and forth, just slightly, just moving on his cock. He groans and relaxes a bit; he knows now he's not going to hurt me and it gives him the confidence to thrust deep and hard.

Anal sex has never been my favorite thing, but I do enjoy it, whether as the fucker or the fuckee, and now I lose myself in it, in the feel of Gareth's pulsing shaft piercing me deep, splitting me wide. I let go and just feel, feeling Gareth give in to the moment, fucking me hard, deep, pounding my ass. I can feel his excitement, his passion boiling in his veins and I feel the exact moment of his release just seconds before he erupts inside me with a roar. Liquid heat fills me and I clench tight around his cock, making it last, wanting to give him all the pleasure I can….

After he catches his breath - something I'll never have to do - he falls to his knees, wraps his arms around me tight and just holds me while the tension bleeds out of him like air from a hole in a balloon. He kisses me then, slow, lingering kisses that would take my breath away - if I had any.

"Stand up, Nick." He smiles and licks his lips. "My turn."