Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

It took us a while to get to the bed. We stopped and began stripping just inside the door of what was a very nice, well-appointed flat. The artwork seemed to be mainly Steve Saxon photos of sexy young men, but not like what he focused on in After Saxon.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and, taking the signal, I sank to my knees in front of him. He'd already pushed his shorts down to his ankles, and I took his cock in my mouth and gave suck. He appreciated that I could deep throat, even though he was built large. He wasn't cut and moaned deeply as I edged his foreskin with my teeth, pushed it back with my lips, and pressure sucked his bulb.

I had a slight indecision who would be doing the taking first, but he was anxious to get past the first fuck and pushed me down on the carpet near the door on all fours, mounted my hips, and pistoned me hard and deep. He took me in long thrusts, and as we both neared ejaculation, he laced his arms through mine in a full Nelson, pulling my shoulder blades up to his hairy chest, and latched onto one of my earlobes with his teeth as he thrust hard up into me again and again. I shot my wad off in a high arc across his living room floor and collapsed on the carpet as he withdrew, jerked the condom off his cock, and spread his load on the small of my back.

The second topping went to him as well, although we'd made to his bed. The first coupling being high heat, the second one was the one that made me never want to leave his bed. He made slow love to my body from my toes to my ears with his tongue and teeth, spending significant time at the halfway point, beyond which he refused to go until I'd ejaculated down his throat. Then he fucked me in a rocking motion, with us embracing as closely as we could, with me trapping his body to mine by locking my ankles behind the small of his back, our lips locked in a deep kiss until we came almost simultaneously.

And, although, with a muttered, "Now me, mate," he claimed his turn as a bottom, he remained dominant. I was trapped on my back under his greater weight and strength, and he rode my cock like a cowboy—like a jackaroo—not only rising and falling on my hard staff but also moving forward and back and from side to side as he rubbed every inch of his passage on my throbbing staff, massaged my pecs with his hands, and worked my nubs with his fingers and thumbs.

It was dark outside his windows before we were both satiated and exhausted. In the time I'd been with him, I realized what I had been missing in the two years of sex, including both bottom and top, classic positions and fetish, rough and not. It was passion. As arousing, heated, and fulfilling as the fucks had been before this, none were as passionate as I had with this beautiful Aussie. And it was the first time I thought of another man in terms of being a lover. Even though he'd remained dominant throughout, there had never before been the equal giving and taking—the concern for the pleasure of the other—that there was with this man.

"I'm afraid we haven't been introduced properly," he whispered after he'd rolled over on his side, taking me with him, still embedded inside him, and he nuzzled his way into my embrace. "I'm Noah."

"And I'm Nathan," I said. I'd come all the way back west across the South Seas, fucking young men almost nightly, and yet I hadn't told any of them my name. I was sure it was significant of something that I'd so readily told Noah mine—and that I had given him my real name. I knew he had. I'd taken a good look at the nameplate on his flat mailbox as we came up to his flat.

"You say you are flying out tomorrow?" he asked.

"I lied," I said. "I can stay for nearly a month longer." My mind was racing on the need to get to a telephone to cancel my plane reservations for the next day.

"If you don't want to stay wherever you're staying—"

"Thank you, I'd like that," I answered. "One thing, though, Noah."

"What?"

"Can you tell me where you got the fringed vest and cowboy boots you were wearing last night?"

"You only want me for my clothes?" he asked.

"Absolutely," I said, as I rolled him onto his belly, rolled with him, stretched out on his back, and started showing him he didn't have to be dominant every time.