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Growing Relationship
🕑 Added 2017-03-08 12:04:47 +0000 UTC Wyatt looked exactly like his profile pic. He was waiting for me under a lamppost, half leaning against it, the bulb casting a spotlight on his face.“Nice to meet you,” he said.
“Glad to see it was really you I was writing to all the time.”
“What? You thought my photo was fake?”
“Not fake—just…polished, maybe.”
“Well, I’m glad to put you right on that score. Come on in.”
The cafe was only a few feet away, and that afternoon with Wyatt turned out to be the best date I’d gone on all year. He was smart and funny and had an amazing ability to keep a conversation going without letting it get stale—especially welcome to me since it was a skill I didn’t have.
Time flew by and we agreed to a second date.
“This is just a little private survey. How far do you go with a man on a second date?”
He had this crooked smile I couldn’t resist. Sexy little bastard. He was right: it was only the second time we’d met, and Wyatt was pretty drunk, but still sweet. We were at a bar and the music was just right: not too loud, not too quiet.
“It depends,” I said, letting myself flirt with him. I was mesmerized by how well his shirt fitted his toned, muscular body and how tightly his jeans were cut. “When I look at you, I want to do…third-date things.”
“Then I guess we’re both lucky boys, because I still have some values, hahaha!”
I punched his arm and smiled, and he grabbed his arm and moaned in mock agony, like I’d hit him with all my strength. At same time, I felt a hot flush through my whole body—at first I thought it was a feeling of attraction to Wyatt, but it felt really weird because a second later it was concentrating in my groin area. I could feel my dick swelling bigger, but it didn’t feel like an erection. Just—bigger.
“Everything all right?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just excuse me for a second.”
I escaped to the bathroom to see what was happening to me.
The sun was burning, the earth radiating with heat, but we were holding hands anyway. I only had a tiny window of time for my lunch break, but he’d wanted to see me anyway. After our last date at the bar, hearing my wacky description of something that sounded like a fever, he’d bought me a bunch of ice packs.
“Just in case you ignite again.”
“Well it’s pretty hot today, but I’m feeling way better now.”
Did he understand that I was complimenting him? I squeezed his hand, and he smiled.
Wyatt was turning out to be just about the sweetest guy I’d ever known. I wondered if I was falling in love with him.
Later that same afternoon, I felt it again: that rush of heat. It started in my head, flooded down my neck and my stomach, and then rolled further down. I felt it pulsating, my dick getting hard; I looked around to see if anyone in the office was watching. I caught my face in the mirror by my desk—my face was bright red. I rushed to the bathrooms. Was this just how erections felt when you were closer to thirty than to twenty?
We were standing right in front of my flat. It was our third date, and we both knew what that meant. Even though I wouldn’t admit it to my friends—they hadn’t met him yet—I thought I might actually be falling for him. I pulled my eyes away from the chest hair creeping out of the top of his collar to ask him: "Wanna come in?”
“You don’t have to work early tomorrow?”
“Actually, it’s a home office day tomorrow. So, no…I’ve got all the time in the world.“ I tried to follow this up with a casual smile, the way he always did, but I guess I failed miserably because he started laughing immediately. Then he got very quiet and I could feel that he was nervous, so I added: "I know this is the third date, but there’s no pressure. If you don’t want to, it’s okay.”
He kept his gaze down, smiling at his shoes. He touched the hem of my shirt with his fingertips and, finally finding the courage to look into my eyes, told me: "Oh, I want it.”
We closed the space between us, our bodies touching in as many places as we could find. We’d exchanged a few kisses at the end of our first two dates, but we had our first real kiss right there, in front of my door.
Wyatt later described our first time as “R-rated heaven.”
He was obviously impressed when I pulled my jeans down, which made me blush like a little girl. My dick had flopped out a little more dramatically than I was expecting, and his eyes widened further as it started to become hard.
“Mr. Big-All-Over—I knew it!”
“Fuck. I know it’s big,” I said, “but let me—”
“It’s all right. I already knew you were big down there from that bulge you’re pushing around in front of you.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled him down onto my bed, unable to stop smiling.
We kissed for a while, and all I could pay attention to was the addictive smell of his body and my heavy tool brushing against my thighs. I’d never noticed before how huge it truly was, but it looked magnificent in Wyatt’s hands.
In past relationships I’d been the bottom, always—but not that night. I took the wheel and I found I liked the force he let me use on him. I put on the condom and lube and I entered him slowly. He cried out in quiet ecstasy, and I marveled at his beautiful face just beneath me—how had it taken me so long to find this man? I moved even closer to him, we kissed some more and he grabbed my ass with both his hands. We seemed to instinctively find a rhythm together—not too fast, not too slow.
Abruptly, I stopped—my head suddenly felt dizzy and out of sorts. After a second, I resumed as if nothing had happened, but Wyatt had noticed. My head must have gotten pretty red for a second; I felt like I was glowing from the heat.
"Connor? You all right?” he asked.
“Mhh? Nghhhh…”
His head was so close to mine, I couldn’t even see his eyes, but he could feel my grunts and thrusts.
My cock felt absolutely enormous at that moment, as if it had grown even a little bigger inside of him. Wyatt gasped for air, and I knew that he could feel the difference too. I started to fuck him even harder.
Wyatt and I were sitting at a bar. Our friends had just taken off. “I thought they’d never leave,” I told Wyatt as soon as they were gone. “You know I love Alexandra, but she could talk through a thousand-year war. And she would fill the thousand years with stories about her. This whole night I’ve just wanted to talk to you. I’ve been horny and hard the whole time.”
Wyatt just smiled, glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and then put his hands on my thigh under the bar counter. His hand continued to wander upward as his eyes took my clothes off, until his fingers found the tip of my hard cock.
“There he is…Mr. Big,“ he whispered in my ear. "I’ve got to say—I love how big you are down there. Just frigging enormous.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him forcibly toward the bathrooms.
I’m pretty sure that everyone in that bar heard me fucking him against the wall of a stall. It was pretty rough, much more than the sex we’d had until then, and I’d never seen him so hungry for it. I felt like I was meeting a whole different Wyatt.
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