ANTIPODES MAN
Man from halfway around the world.
Unknown to me but for his name.
Watching me on You Tube.
Three and a half years he said.
And looking at other people I watch as well.
Commenting, making his presence known,
But subtly … infrequently … enigmatically.
But there, making me aware.
At least I became aware.
Then, out of the blue, a message on a video.
Can he drop in on me while traveling the US.
Well … of course … no brainer.
What to expect.
He had no You Tube picture or profile or his own videos.
Normally, I would not give such a person the time of day …
Except as a courtesy one human being owes to another.
But his comments had been humane, well spoken, courteous, informed.
Not a man one would ignore intentionally.
Or willfully do an act that would hurt him.
A day later — a text.
He’s in town.
Can he come up.
Yes. Yes. Most certainly yes.
Serendipity.
My son was here when he arrived.
Good talk.
My son had to leave for another work engagement.
Now — together.
By ourselves.
Just we two.
Deeper talk.
Specifics exchanged.
Backgrounds exchanged.
Experiences exchanged.
Eyes staring into eyes.
Moving closer together in our chairs.
His hands reaching out to take off my shirt.
My hands reaching out to take off his shirt.
Touching each other.
Leaning in to lick his pits.
Him sucking my nipples.
Me sucking his nipples.
Staring into each others eyes as we come together and kiss.
Deeply.
Intensely.
Passionately.
Bruising each other’s necks, shoulders — well that was later —
With our mouths, teeth, tongues.
Hand in hand — yes, a cliché —
We go into the bedroom — I’d already cleared all the books off the bed.
Clothes drop into piles quickly.
Bodies together.
Skin on skin.
Man feeling and stroking man.
Deeply.
Intensely.
Passionately.
Finding out what each of us likes, enjoys, asks for.
Intensely hard cock getting sucked.
Deeply.
More kissing.
Tongues in mouths.
Tasting each others skin and sweat.
Breathing each others breath.
Fingers probing and enjoying taints, and cracks, and buttholes.
Sucking and twisting and pinching nipples.
Licking and tasting pits.
Playing with chest hair, pubes, pit hair (again).
Tasting taints and butt holes (again).
Loving all his hair on his legs and ass and taint.
Getting down to that sensitive part of the base of the neck.
Asking each other to leave a mark.
Something to remember this occasion by
At least for a while, until it fades.
As the memory will not.
Me sucking.
Him sucking.
Me jacking.
Him jacking.
Not quite to fruition — enjoying the time, the delay, the intensity as it builds.
Now it is time.
I fetch rubbers and lube.
Grease myself up (water soluble only, please).
Quick as a flash and before I know it
He has the rubber on his cock.
On my belly.
Ass up.
That’s how he wants it.
Fine by me.
Into me.
On to me.
Pounding into me.
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
Hitting that really good spot.
Again … and again … and again.
Arms enfolding me, grasping me, under my pits and around my shoulders.
Body pressing hard against me (oh, how great).
Kissing and sucking on my neck, my shoulders.
Hard.
Marking me.
Claiming this moment for the two of us.
Then the build up.
Breathing hard against the side of my face.
And the shudder as he pumps his load into the rubber.
Lingering with his cock in my ass.
More affection.
I am completely held.
And had.
By him.
Enjoying the moment.
The time together.
Connecting on the most basic level.
He rolls off.
We face each other again on our sides.
Staring.
Whispering.
Lingering.
Breathing each other.
He said I was his first man.
Interlude.
Let’s take a shower together.
He agrees.
Always fun.
Soaping and fingering each others buttholes, cocks, backs, ass cracks, pits, crotches, chests.
Appreciating.
Looking at each other.
Penetrating each other in a different way.
Some might say a more important way.
(I shan’t dispute that, but …).
Then back to bed.
More talk and holding.
Voices getting quieter and quieter.
And words more simple and basic.
Barely whispering now.
Two syllables and no dependent clauses
(For the syntax mavens out there).
Meaning conveyed more clearly.
Directly.
Quickly.
As if there were any doubt by now.
Asking him to let me kiss his eyes.
(Total trust there.
I kiss his eyes, over and over during the rest of the night.)
His eyes were so beautiful.
He is such a beautiful man.
His arms around me.
My arms around him.
Sometimes we just held hands,
Lying side by side,
Or facing each other,
Gazing at each other.
Into each other eyes.
Kissing.
Whispering.
Breathing into each other.
And then — after a brief sleep —
I start sucking him.
And then he straddles my chest.
Looking up at him,
His cock in my mouth,
Pinching and pulling on his nipples,
As I suck and he intermittently jacks himself.
“I’m ready to come. Suck me, suck me.”
Unloading into my mouth.
I take him deeply into my throat.
He pumps.
I swallow.
I savor.
We kiss.
We share.
He savors.
Brief drifting off-and-on to sleep.
Whispered conversations.
He plays with my chest hair (no one has done that before).
He plays with my pubes (a lot of guys think they are too long — no shaving here).
I do the same to him.
Heck, I’ve been doing the same to him all along.
As 3AM comes around (I think; I took off my watch),
I reach for his cock and start jacking it.
Slowly — at first.
And then faster and faster and faster.
These things take a while (and you don’t wish for it to go fast).
He’s fully awake now.
Kissing.
Cock against bellies — his and mine.
Grabbing me.
Hard.
He grabs my shoulders, bites my neck, and shudders.
He shoots.
Licking up his cum.
Rubbing what’s left over him — and me.
Kissing.
Sharing.
Being.
My finger up his ass.
(Hard to find it, he was so tight.)
He seemed to like it.
First time there for him, too, he said.
(I believe that.)
First light.
I have to get up,
But he sleeps on for a while.
I drive him back to his hostel.
We kiss.
We part.
Joe S. Kersey
1 July 2017
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