Just Three Nights

Just Three Nights

Sequel to "Just Two Nights" and the third story in the series. Any polite feedback is welcomed.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

It has been exactly thirty days since I left the trade show, and I curse myself for still missing him. I curse myself for him being the only thing constantly on my mind.

It's not as if we had the longest conversations, in fact we really only had one real conversation. It's not as if I never had causal, meaningless, sex before, but there is something about the two nights we shared together that I can't shake off. It's not even like I ever got his name, his real name that is, not his porn star name.

Was the sex great? Yes, some of the best I ever had. But it was just sex, wasn't it?

When I broke up with my boyfriend of over two years ten months ago, sure it sucked. But it was nothing like this.

It just doesn't make sense how much, thirty days later, he is still on my mind. Especially after, just two nights.

Too often I watch his old videos, but they just aren't the same now that I have met him. Now that I have tasted him. Now that I have been inside of him.

Too often I stay awake at night remembering and fantasizing about different parts of those two nights together. It gives me an instant boner ever time, but no amount of jerking off to those memories can satisfy my needs.

Sometimes I wonder if I should track him down instead. I am sure I could find his real name online, I know some fan must have found it long ago. I am sure I could find his contact though his company, I know I have connections there that would help me. However, I am really that type of person, someone who would stalk him like that?

In my mental desperation, I remind himself that he is married, although he is getting a divorce soon. I remind himself that he is straight, although at one time, I too, identified as straight.

I busy myself with my work, walking my dog, meeting friends, doing chores, watching TV, reading books, visiting the beach, taking hikes, going to back to work, walking my dog again, meeting other friends. Anything to distract me. Anything to get him off my mind. I even go back on the dating apps, but nobody interests me. Not even for a quickie or a one-night stand. Nobody is him, and the only person I want is him.

It feels that every moment of my time is spent trying to function like who I was before I met him.

Forty-six days after we last met, I feel like I am reaching some semblance of normality. It has been a week since I watched any of his videos. I even went on a date with someone new, although nothing came of it. As I sat at home on a quiet Tuesday night, scrolling through Netflix, my dog resting on my lap, my phone buzzes suddenly, I look over. Unknown number and text; Hey man, it's been a while

My first assumption is that this must be some sort of spam or wrong number. I don't normally give out my private numbers randomly to strangers, and I save the phone number of every person I exchange numbers with.

My phone buzzes again; are you free to talk?

I ignore it, as my phone buzzes a third time; listen contact me when you get the chance, you did say I can contact you at any time, for any reason.

I look down at my phone. Wondering, could it be? Reluctantly, I text back; excuse me who is this and how did you get this number?

There is no immediate response. I wait for a few moments, but there is no text back. As I am about to curse myself again, this time for having false hopes. My phone begins to buzz rapidly. This time the unknown number is calling. I let it ring a few times, before I cautiously answer. "Hello and who is this?"

"Hey Mark!" I immediately recognize his voice. "It has been a while!"

"Hey!" I try to hide my excitement, and my desperation. "I didn't expect you to ever call."

"Yeah, well. Anyway. Um." He pauses, though I can't see him I sense his hesitation. "The reason I am calling is I have a trade show in Seattle on Saturday and I was wondering if you had time to meet?"

This sentence confuses me. I don't know about any trade shows happening in my city. "Yeah." I say quickly. "Of course I love to meet. What day you flying in? I can go pick you up at the airport if you want?" I immediately slap myself on the forehead, why I am sounding so desperate?

"That would be great!" His hesitation seems to be turning into excitement. "I am thinking about flying in Friday and leaving Sunday."

"I can take Friday off if you want!" I interrupt him before I can stop myself. Once again, I slap myself for speaking before thinking. "I mean, if you want that is? This way we can spend more time together while you are here..."

"Yeah, that would be great!" he sounds relieved and happy. I feel myself blush, knowing he is this happy.

"Which hotel are you staying at by the way" I ask, "this way I can drop you off after?"

"Oh man," he says, "you wouldn't believe this, but since it's a last-minute trip, they have me stuck in some crappy motel outside of the city."

"Oh..." I hesitate, take a deep breath, trying to think clearly, before opening my mouth. "If you want you can crash at my place. I have got a two bedroom; this way you can have some privacy if you want." I add that last sentence, hoping that it would be make me seem less desperate.

"That would be great!" He replies excitedly. "But let's just one thing make thing clear, if I am staying at your place, I am not staying in some spare bedroom, I am staying with you."

"Are you planning to make this just three nights?" I chuckle.

"Well, I need to stay at least two nights?" He replies with a laugh. "I guess, just three and four nights? Is that okay with you... Mark?" He ends with hesitation.

"Yeah, there is nothing I would like more." I say quickly. "I just didn't want to be presumptuous you know, make any assumptions... in case you know..."

"Haha. I understand. Thanks." He laughs awkwardly and speaks quickly. "Anyway, I have to go. I look forward to see you on Friday. I'll send you my flight information soon."

After he hangs up, I take a deep breath. I pinch myself, checking if that was all a dream. As I am processing, my phone buzzes again; I will be arriving at 10:40 am, can't wait to see you Friday. Good night!

I grin as I read his text before replying; good night, can't wait to see you soon!

The next two days are a blur. I work hard, I walk the dog, I clean the house for his arrival. I don't initiate any texts with him because I don't want to come off as desperate, and he only sends a few texts confirming his trip. I try harder and harder to distract myself. To prepare myself for his arrival. Part of me wonders if this is the right decision for me, if I feel like this after just two nights, how I will feel after two more nights? But a bigger part of me knows that I must see him, no matter the future consequences.

However, the next thing I know. I am waiting at the arrivals at Seattle Tacoma International Airport, standing nervously, waiting for him to arrive.

He comes out quicker then I expect. He is dressed nicely, with only a backpack and a small carry-on suitcase. In the forty-nine days since I last saw him, he has lost some weight, but in a good way. His hair is nicer too, as he seems to have styled it before coming. He beams when he sees me standing there. His bright blue eyes sparkle across the lobby floor. He jogs up to me, dropping his suitcase, and gives me a surprisingly warm and affectionate hug. "It's so great to see you man!" He speaks as though he can't contain his excitement.

"Hey man," I say, trying to contain my excitement. "It's great to see you too!"

"So? where you taking me?" he asks, as I grab his suitcase, "We heading straight to your place?"

"Actually, I thought I would take you to the waterfront first, get some lunch, see some tourist stuff. Is that alright?" I ask awkwardly.

"Sure man," he laughs, his eyes sparkling. "Whatever you have in mind. I am all yours for the weekend."

I can't stop myself from grinning after hearing that. "Great! Let's catch the light rail downtown and we will go from there."

Our trip downtown is short. We don't really say much in the train, and he spends most of it texting on his phone. However, I sense we are both on a similar vibe; excited, but nervous. Before long, we arrive at our first destination, a local casual restaurant named Ivar's down by the waterfront. I order us the specialties, two clam chowders, fried calms, fried shrimp, and fried fish and chips. We find us a seat overlooking the sound, looking at the islands across the water.

"I don't think you get much seafood in St Louis" I explain. "Plus, it's a little chilly today, thought a nice bowl of soup would warm us up."

"You're right. We don't." He laughs. "That said, this is a good choice." He says as he tastes his soup. "I do love myself some seafood, and a nice bowl of warm chowder."

"Good. I'm glad you like it." I smile, before hesitantly continuing. "So... how you been?"

"Busy!" he says. "I moved out of my house, threw everything I owned into storage, and I am now crashing at my brother's place. My divorce with Brooke finally got finalized about three weeks ago. Last week, I flew out to New York to visit my son in university. It's just been a lot." He takes a few more bites of his food, looking about nervously before asking. "So yeah, really freaking busy. How about you, how have you been?"

"Good." I say awkwardly. "Nothing really happening. Just keeping myself busy at work, and you know other than---"

He doesn't seem to be listening to me. He really isn't even looking at me as his he keeps eating. His face has a mixture of emotions, he looks scared, nervous, excited all at the same time. His blue eyes are dashing across his face. He looks like he is starting to sweat. I watch him closely, slightly confused. Finally, I just ask "Hey, is everything okay?"

He pauses and thinks deeply. "Look, I didn't want to do this here. But I can't stop myself anymore. I have to ask you something."

"Okay? What's up?" I reply, a little worried.

"That night, on our second night..." he says, looking rather intense. "I asked if you could ever like me, for me? Not as a porn star? Not as just a fantasy? And you told me you could. Were you being serious?"

"Yeah." I reply genuinely. "I know we haven't known each other a long time. I know we haven't even spent that much time together all things considering. But you give me a good feeling and I know I like you. I wouldn't have invited you to my house if I didn't. If you gave me the chance, I would love to get to know you better, and hopefully build towards... something?" I hesitate at the end, afraid that I might be misreading the situation.

"Okay... great..." He pauses for a moment, hesitating before speaking very quickly. "I have a confession to make. There is no trade show in Seattle this weekend. I flew out here because I wanted to see you. I flew out here just to see you. Because I wanted to know if there is a chance for this to become something more."

"I kind of figured out there was no trade show. I mean I do live here. But if you wanted to see me?" I ask curiously. "Why not just tell me directly? Why make up an excuse like that?"

"Because..." He hesitates as he reaches forward and grabs my hands. "Because... this is all new for me. I don't know what to do or what to say. I just knew that I wanted to see you. That I needed see you."

I feel my heart flutter, but I am confused. "Okay..."

"Look," he says desperately. "Despite what people think, I have always identified as straight. I have never felt any real attraction towards a man. Until I met you." He pauses. "Ever since that trade show, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

"If you have been thinking about so much?" I ask rather bluntly. "Why didn't you contact me till now?"

"Because I was scared!" he practically screams at me. "I wanted to make sure that I knew what I was doing before coming out. I wanted to make sure my divorce was confirmed before talking to you. Honestly, I wasn't even sure I was brave enough to ever contact you again, despite everything I have been feeling. I debated a lot whether I should contact you, or just forget that you ever existed."

"In that case," I ask reluctantly. "Why did you reach out? Why not just forget I existed?"

"Because of my son, Travis, actually." He begins. "Last week, I went out to see him in New York. Trav and I have always sometimes acted more like friends, probably because I was still a teenager when he was born, and he is very mature for his age." He chuckles awkwardly. "Anyway, he asked how I was doing, and if I was planning to date again. I kind of implied I met someone, and he asked me if it was a man or a woman. I am not going to deny that it shocked me he would ask this, and then he confessed that he has known that I was an ex-gay porn star for about two years now."

"Wait," I interrupted, "is your son---?"

"Nah, nothing like that." He continues. "But his best friend Steve is. He is the one who told my son and, well later, showed my son. Also, it really does explain why Steve always acted like that around me..." He ends awkwardly.

"What did you and your son talk about?" I ask, trying to move the conversation forward. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Well, I told him about you, how we first met..." he continues. "Nothing super inappropriate, of course. I told him how I felt a real connection to you. He told me that I should go for it, that is, if I thought there was any chance for us to be together. That's why I am here," he emphasized, "to see if we have a chance for something more, whatever that may be."

I think for a moment. "Well, since you are being so honest, I am not going to lie. I have thought about you a lot, and I was really disappointed you didn't call during the last... month."

"Yeah, I get that, and I hope you can forgive me." he says uncomfortably. "But just to clarify, besides the fact that yeah, I was a bit scared, the main reason I didn't contact you before is because I wanted a chance with you. I didn't think it was fair for me to try to ask for a chance while I was still married. So now that I am divorced, I am asking you directly, do we have a chance to make this something more?"

I laugh, not because I find what he says is funny, but because of the irony of the entire situation. He raises his eyebrows and looks scared. "Look," I said finally. "I have thought about more than you realized, if you want a chance, then of course, because I want to want to give us a chance."

He beams with excitement. "That's all I wanted to hear."

Suddenly, he looks around awkwardly again, as if the high of moment has disappeared. Not knowing what to say, I ask, "can I see a pic of you and your son in New York?"

He looks happy I am showing interest in him and family. "Sure!" he says, pulling out his phone, and finding a picture. "This is him and I!"

I take a moment and look at the pic. "Wow, your son looks just like you! Like an eighteen-year-old you!"

"I know, right!" he says proudly. "But he is way smarter than me. He has gotten so many scholarships. He is nothing like me, an idiot who barely graduated high school..."

"Just because you didn't graduate high school doesn't mean you are an idiot" I say quickly. "I can tell you are a smart guy, and you shouldn't put yourself down like that!"

He chuckles. "It was nice of you to say that, I mean it's not true, but it was still nice to hear."

After finishing our meal, we go for a walk down the pier. Against the autumn air, I wrap my arm around him to keep him warm, and he leans his body close against mine. Mostly, we just small talk and I point out touristy stuff. I learn a bit more about him and his kids, and I share a little bit about my family. We walk by many famous tourist locations on the water front, the Ferris Wheel, the Seattle Aquarium, but he doesn't seem interested in visiting any. Finally, we reach the end of the pier, a small secluded park, with no visitors around.

He looks around mischievously, before coming up close. "I want to do something...." he says, before leaning up close to me and kissing me. We make out for a few moments, before he thrusts against me. I can feel his hard-on straining against his pant. "See what you do to me," he whimpers into my ear, "all it takes is a couple of kisses from you, and I am hard as rock."

Looking around to see no one is about, I smile at him, looking into his crystal blue eyes, before reaching forward. Surely and confidently, I stick my hands down his pants and begin rubbing his butt. He moans with happiness as we continue making out. Carefully and feeling brave, I begin rubbing my finger up and down his crack, and as our making out becomes more intense, I shove up my finger up his hole. He jolts back and shudders. I feel him twitch, and a feel a wet spot against my crotch.

"Oh shit!" he says laughing, pulling back. I look down and his crotch is soaking. "I really didn't mean to cum. But every time you touch me, I just can't control myself, especially when you play with my ass." He adds with a wink.

I chuckle awkwardly. "Sorry about that, I really didn't mean to make you cum all over yourself, especially out in public like this."

He smiles, shrugging. "I think I need to change out of these clothes."

"Do you want to head back to my place?" I ask, still chuckling.

"Yes, please..." he laughs back.

Normally, I would take the local Rapid Ride, but given the circumstances I call an Uber instead. Once we are in the car, he asks, "So how far away do you live?"

"Just up the hill actually." I reply. "My grandparents owned a place here, and left it to me when they passed."

"Oh, so you grew up in the area then?" he asks.

"Well, in the Pacific Northwest" I explain. "All my family has settled in the area, and I grew up about two hours south from here."

He nods and looks out the taxi as we drive through the city. I point out a few landmarks as we pass them. Within about fifteen minutes, we reach my house on Queen Ann Hill. He steps out, and looks around. "Cute place." he says as we walk through my front yard. "I really like your garden."

"Yeah, my grandmother started it." I tell him. "Almost all the plants here were planted by her. I just do some little things here and there, mostly manage the up keep now." As I open my front door, my dog runs out, excited to see me and meet my new guest.

"Aww..." he says as the dog begins to sniff him. "I didn't know you have a dog, and it's a miniature husky. What's his name?" He kneels down and pats him. "Wow, his eyes are so blue. Clearly, you have a thing for blue eyes!" he ends with a laugh.

"Dubs. He's named after the local university mascot. He wasn't meant to be my dog!" I say uncomfortably. "He was a gift for the ex. He spent the first year and a half of our relationship begging for a miniature husky, and after I got him one, he completely lost interest. Needless to say, he left him here after the break up." I reached now and played with Dubs. "But he is a good boy, has kept me company on many lonely nights."

We walk into the house. He puts down his bag and suitcase, and looks about. "Take off your shoes, and make yourself at home." I tell him. He walks about my kitchen and dining room. "What do you want to do now?" I ask him, watching him check out my things."

"Where's your bedroom?" he asks with greedy passion in his blue eyes. "I want to suck your dick."

I smile. "Through the living room, up the stairs, and then down the hall on the right. And I want to suck your first!"

We both rush upstairs and down the hallway into my master bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us. Within moments, our clothes are off us, and I am pleased see he's already hard. He comes close to me, rubbing his hard cock against mine, and we frot for a few moments as we make out. Suddenly, he stops, looks down and holds our cocks against each other, stroking them both together. "You are like over an inch bigger than me." he observes looking down. "It's not really fair."

"Don't worry about it." I say, dropping down to my knees. "You're the perfect size for me." I stroke him gently, before licking my tongue up and down his shaft, and finally sucking his throbbing head. As I suck him, I can't stop thinking about how much I missed his cock in my mouth, the way his head and shaft feel sliding through my lips, the taste of his precum leaking down my throat, and how my tongue feels messaging his throbbing head. There is literally nothing l like more in my mouth than his cock.

He put his hands over his head, leaning back and moaning loudly with pleasure. "Damn," he gasps. "You are... really... really... good at this." I keep sucking, deep throating him as I look up, trying to glimpse his crystal blue eyes as his face twisted with pleasure. After a few moments of uninterrupted, steady sucking, he gasps out. "I need... I need... to suck you too... you... want to... want to... sixty-nine?"

I stop and we both get on the bed and we lay side to side one another. He enthusiastically begins kissing my balls and licking my shaft, as I spent a moment just watching him. His happiness beams off of his face, and as always, I am glad to see he is enjoying this as much as I am. As I return the favor, sucking and stroking, he suddenly stops says. "Wait!" I assume he is about to come, but instead, he explains. "Stop for a moment, I forgot, I have gifts for you."

"This is an odd time to tell me that you have gifts." I laugh.

He pulls away from me, and tells me "I'll be right back" before running naked out of the room, his hard cock bouncing between his legs. He comes back eagerly with three tall boxes with his face and body on it; two Fleshjacks, one of a mouth, another of a butt, and a dildo. "These were molded off me" he giggles. "I forgot I had them until I was moving out, they are still new in box, want to play with them together?"

"You brought these through TSA?" I exclaim, as I pick up one of the boxes with a Fleshjack, and he picks up the box with the dildo. "In your carry on?"

'Yep!" he giggles. "But, don't worry, no one said anything."

He opens the box with the dildo and takes it out, handing it to me. I am familiar with enough with his cock to realize that it's a near one-on-one replica. As I stroke it in my hands, I ask mischievously, "You ever been fucked by your cock?"

"Nope," he says shyly, "but if you help me, I am willing to give it a try."

I grab the bottle of lube out of my bedside drawer, as he lays back on my bed, legs wide open. I squirt some lube inside of him before pouring some on the dildo. I lean over him, licking his nipples and chest, kissing his stomach and belly button, before sucking his cock briefly again, and fingering his warm hole. Once I realized that he is relaxed and comfortable, I take the dildo and slowly shove it up his butt. "How does it feel?" I ask mischievously, "being fucked by your own cock?"

"It's not bad..." he says relaxingly. "But I am not a big as you, I think I prefer your dick." He adds with a grin. As I pull the dildo out, he reaches over and takes the Fleshjack that is a mold of his butt hole out of the box. "Now it's your turn to compare. Which is better? My ass or the Fleshjack?" He lays back down, holding the Fleshjack between his legs, and staring at me intently with his crystal blue eyes"

"Oh, I think I already know the answer to this question, but just in case!" I say grinning. I put some lube on my cock, before pushing it into the Fleshjack. Sure, it's fun to play with, tight with interesting textures, and feels decently good, but it's nothing like the real thing. Nothing would ever compare to the real thing.

I take my cock out of the Fleshjack, and the Fleshjack out of his hands, and pull him towards me. Looking down at him, from his hard throbbing cock to his warm welcoming hole, I know this is where I belong. I shove my dick into him, as I tell him, "Much better. This is much better." He gasps and moans with pleasure as he feels me deep inside of him.

"God! I missed your dick so much! I needed this so much..." he whimpers, wrapping his arms and legs around me, pulling me closer, and forcing me in deeper. I feel his hard cock rub up and down my stomach as I slowly fuck him. "I missed this so much" he whimpers again, his face twisting with pleasure, as he looks into me with his crystal blue eyes. "You have no idea how much I missed this, how much I wanted you, how much I needed you, Mark!"

I smile hearing him saying this, lean forward and kiss him, our tongues explore each other's mouths, all while continue a steady, almost rhythmic fucking. I don't know how long we do this for, but I can sense that we are both enjoying it immensely. Suddenly, he pulls aways from my mouth and gasps in my ears. "I think I am going to cum soon. Breed me again Mark!"

I increase my pace until I know I am about to lose control. His reaction tells me he is ready. I look deep into his blue eyes, before kissing him. I feel his cum streak across my chest, as I shoot mine deep into him. As our bodies settle down, I stay on top of him, as he rubs my back. We lie there for a few moments, enjoying the silence in the air, enjoying each's other company. That is until we hear the quiet bark of the dog outside of the bedroom door, breaks the moment.

Slowly, I slide out of him, and pull myself off of him. His body seems reluctant to let me go. As I get off the bed, I can see how much he still wants me. It makes me happy seeing how much he wants me. As I look about, I notice how dark it is getting outside. "We should get dinner," I say, "I was thinking of whipping up some pasta."

"That sounds nice." He says contently, "carbs would probably do me some good right now." He gets out of bed, and kisses me again. We both pick up our pants off the floor, putting them on before walking downstairs together hand-in-hand.

After feeding Dubs, I grab my supplies and began doing my preparation on my kitchen island. He sits down on the bar stool across from me. He watches me carefully, looking like he is deep thought.

"What's on your mind?" I ask, slightly concerned.

"Nothing!" he says quickly. "I am just happy. Happy with everything right now."

"I am happy to hear that, that you are happy." I reply, smiling. Suddenly, I realize how awkward I must sound right now. "I am happy too. Happy you are here. Happy with everything. Sorry, I do know other words than happy. But that's just how I feel when I am around you. It's like my brain shuts down when I am with you!"

He laughs, loudly. "I get what you mean!" He pauses, looking uncertain. "And you are happy with the sex right...?"

I am surprised by this question. "The sex is great! What are you going on about? Are you not happy with the sex?"

"No, no. no." he says quickly. "This is the best sex I have ever had. Even better than with my wife." He pauses awkwardly, seeming shocked that he just confessed this out loud. "I mean, I have never cum so quickly with anyone. I have never cum handsfree like that before. I just... I just don't want you to be bored with me."

"I would never be bored with you." I walk over holding him and, kissing him gently. "In or out of the bedroom."

He chuckles. "I just have never felt like this way with a man." He explains, sounding very insecure. "Plus, you know my marriage just ended. I just really want to make things work with you, even though we just met. Oh my god, I am sounding so whinny and desperate right now, aren't I?"

"No," I say, kissing him again. "I want the same thing too. I want to try and make this work!" A bunch of questions and concerns do pop into my head about how this would be possible, but I do everything in my mental power to ignore them all.

He seems to feel a little more relieved and I return to my meal prep. "What do you like normally, I mean, sexually that is?"

"Sucking, fucking, making out, nearly everything we have been doing so far." I say chuckling, as I cut the vegetables. "I like to feel like I am in control, even when I am in a more submissive role, like sucking dick and deep throating."

"I can see that," he giggles, "Anything you don't like?"

"Hmm... well...." I begin awkwardly. "I guess, I am not the biggest fan of eating ass."

"Really?" he laughs. "I would have never guessed that. You did such a great job on the first night we met!'

"Well, we only had one night together." I blushed. "I wanted to impress you, I wanted to make it memorable for you, a night you would never forget."

"And guess what, you were quite successful!" he giggles. "Since that night, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind." He pauses for a second, and asks seductively. "What about bottoming, do you like that?"

"Well, if I am being honest, I don't know." I reply as I begin to fry up the veggies I just cut up. "I have never bottomed before. But if you were interested, I would be willing to give it a chance. Afterall, how many guys can say they lose their anal virginity to a porn star?"

"I mean I did. I lost my anal virginity to a porn star on film." he laughs. "I was just curious, that's all. I am fine with you never bottoming. Even though I used to identify as straight, and liked fucking my wife, I was never really a big fan of topping other guys, I never really felt comfortable doing it. I don't know why. Maybe I was self-conscious about the size of my dick or something. That's why I bottom in like seventy to eighty percent of the videos I made."

"Used to identify as straight?" I say, questioning him.

"Yeah," he steps up and walks over to the stove and kisses me. "After meeting you, I don't think I can say I identify as straight anymore. I mean, I am definitely gay for you."

"Ha." I chuckle, "as I told you before, your videos turned me. I guess it's only fair I turn you."

"Right!?" he chuckles. He steps back and starts giving some attention to Dubs, all while watching me cook.

Before long, I have added all the ingredients. I look down at what I have prepared, it looks delicious, it smells delicious, and I hope he likes it. "We just have to let it simmer for about ten minutes and then we can eat."

"Great!" he says, coming over and kissing me again. "But there is just one problem." He drops down on his knees, and pulls down my pants, and I am instantly hard. "I am hungry now. I think I need my appetizer first, sausage sounds nice." He says seductively, before he begins sucking on me.

I reach down and hold his head. His enthusiasm has increased and he is definitely getting better. He takes me deeper than he has before, nearly swallowing me to my root. This time, I feel like I am the one who isn't going to have control on how quickly I cum. I look down, and he seems pleased by not only sucking me, but by how much I am enjoying this. "I am going to cum soon." I say between gritted teeth. This just makes him more eager to please me, and moments later, I pull his head against me, looking into his crystal blue eyes, as I unload into his mouth. He swallows it all, cleaning my cock up with his tongue as I soften in his mouth.

"That was a nice pre-dinner appetizer." He says standing up and giving me a very salty kiss. "I feel so lucky, your load in both my holes. I can feel you down my throat and in my gut!"

"No, no, no. I am the lucky one!" I say, in between kissing him. "That felt amazing."

I serve up the dinner I made, a light creamy pasta with some vegetables, prosciutto and smoked salmon tossed in. Over dinner, we continue our earlier small talk. I learn more about his childhood, and about different members of his friends and family. He doesn't ask me a lot of questions, but I don't mind. I am happy just learning about him. When we finish the dinner, he helps me clean up, rinsing up the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher.

"I am getting tired. It's been a long day. Plus, I am little jetlagged..." he says as I finish wiping down the counters. "Want to shower and get to bed?"

"Of course," I say. "Follow me upstairs."

We have a quiet shower together. He looks a little tired, and after the shower he steps out and dries himself off. "You know," he says, "I normally sleep naked. Would that be a problem?"

"Are you asking if I have a problem with you being naked in bed with me" I laugh. "No, I do not. That is only if I can sleep naked with you?"

"Well, what do you think I was hoping for when I asked you?" He replies, winking.

We walk in the bedroom, nude. Dubs follows us in, and jumps into his doggy bed at the foot of my bed. If it bothers him that the dog is in the room, he doesn't say anything. We climb into bed together, his back to my front, and I once again feel myself getting hard. He feels it to, and reaches behind him and starts stroking my cock, before aiming it towards his butt, and pushing it into him.

"I thought you said you were tired..." I joke. "But someone clearly wants more."

"I am tired!" he says snuggling closer against me, pushing my cock deeper in to his ass. "But it just feels good inside of me. When it's not there, I feel like I'm empty inside. It's like having you in me, completes me, and you are a perfect fit. There is literally nothing I like more than your dick in my butt."

I chuckle "You know earlier, I was thinking there is literally nothing I like more than your cock in my mouth." I push into him gently. "And then I realize there is also literally nothing I like more than my cock in your ass. It just feels so good when I am inside of you." We just lay there, side to side, my hands wrapped around him. As I thrust gently, I reach over and slowly stroke his cock. I can tell he is tired as he is only at half-mast.

"This is nice." he yawns quietly. "This is how I want to fall asleep, with you inside of me." Within minutes, I hear him quietly snoring. He is asleep, with my dick still inside his ass, my hand on his cock. Rather than move away, I continue to hold him, to snuggle against him, and stay inside of him, as I fall asleep.

When I wake up in the morning, I am still wrapped around him and I feel myself still in him, though I softened during the night. As I try to slide myself out of him, however, I feel myself stiffen. He must have felt it to, because I feel him wake up, and slowly turns to me. "Good morning," he whispers, "this feels nice, were you inside me the entire tonight?"

"Yeah!" I whisper, kissing him. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yeah. No wonder I slept so well," he says, grinding himself into me. "This is how I want to wake up every morning." He continues to take control slowly grinding his ass on my dick. "You know I can't last long with you inside of me, especially since you have been in there so long," He pants, "so just quickly breed me, will you? I love us cumming together."

"Yeah!" I whisper. I take it slow, pulling my cock nearly all the way out and slowly pushing it back in. "Just let me know when you are about to cum."

"Oh shit! I am about to cum!" he says immediately. I push my cock deep into him, and watch his eyes roll back into his skull, as he shudders and shoots his load across my bed.

We lie there for a moment, me still hard inside of him. "You didn't cum!" he says sounding disappointed, "I wanted us to cum together."

"Sorry," I say slowly pulling my hard cock out of him. "I wasn't quite ready yet. Don't worry, I am sure I will cum later." I add hastily, as I lean over and kiss him. "Right now, I need to take Dubs for a walk and then I will make us breakfast. I was thinking of cooking up some eggs and bacon?"

"Oh, okay." He says, he thinks for a moment. "How about this then, why don't you take Dubs for a walk and I will cook us breakfast."

"Sure, if you are ok with that." I tell him. He nods, as I get up and put on some clothes. I take Dubs downstairs, and go for a quick walk. It's a shorter walk than Dubs would normally get, and he is clearly disappointed, but I just can't wait to be home to be with him.

When I return home, he is cooking in the kitchen. He is naked except for the apron he has on. "I love watching your naked bubble butt bounce as you cook" I tell him, as I take the leash off the dog.

He laughs. "Food is almost done. I didn't know how you wanted your eggs, so I just scrambled them up."

He serves me and we sit down and eat. "So, what do you want to do today?" I ask him.

"Honestly, I can do anything as long as I am with you." He says happily. "We can go out, or we can stay home and... you know?" he adds with a wink.

I laugh. "By the way, before I forget, you never told me what time your flight leaves on Monday. So, I can plan accordingly."

He pauses for a moment, and his face turns red. "That's because... I never bought a ticket back to St. Louis."

"What?" I say, surprised.

"Don't be mad..." he says quickly. "I didn't know how yesterday would go, and if it didn't go well. I didn't want to be stuck in the city. Therefore, I just didn't buy a ticket and wanted to play it by ear."

"But," I ask, "what about your job?"

"Well," he continues awkwardly. "I officially quit two weeks ago."

"Wait, what?" I ask again. "Why?"

"Because I want to have a new start." He explains. "Also, I don't need to work right now. During the divorce, Brooke's parents, despite all their faults wanted to help us to separate amicably. They bought out the house and helped divide all the profits and other finances evenly. Since I am not planning to buy a new house any time soon, I got a nice little nest egg I am sitting on now."

"In that case," I ask, half serious, half joking. "I guess you are hoping this isn't just three nights, or just four nights then?"

"Actually," he says reaching forward and holding my hands, "when I came to see you, I was hoping it would become just infinite nights."

"Just infinite nights, huh?" I chuckle. "I am not going to lie. That does sound nice. Then, what are you saying here? Are you saying you want to move to Seattle and be with me?"

"I mean if you would have me." He says quietly, shrugging awkwardly. "But since that you asked. Yeah, that's what I want. I know we only just met, but I really think we have something special here. So yeah, I want to stay here and be with you."

"Yeah. I would like that too. As you just said, we may have only just met, but I also feel a connection and I want to give it a try." I say quickly. "But besides moving in with me, what else do you want to do? I still have to work a full-time job, you know. As much as I want, I can't just stay at home and fuck you all day." I end with a laugh.

"Well..." he says, sounding embarrassed. "I haven't really thought it through, but one thing I am thinking about is, maybe, going back to school?"

"Really?" I said sounding surprised.

"Yeah, I told you I only have a high school degree." He continues. "I wasn't even particularly good at studying in school. But now, seeing my son in university, I have been thinking, maybe I should go back to school, like community college or something. Like I just said, I haven't really thought it through, but I think since I have the time and the money, maybe it's something I can give a try."

"Okay," I say giving him a quick kiss, "it sounds like you know what you want. I tell you what, I have some friends who work in the local community colleges, in admission and as teachers. If you are serious about all of this, moving in with me and going to school. I just want you to know you have my full support and I will do anything to make it happen. If it make things easier, I won't even charge you rent while you live here, this way you can use your savings for your education."

"Yeah, thanks." he says, kissing back. "That's what I want, I want to move in with you, and I want to use this time to go back to school."

"Sounds like we have a plan then." I say happily.

He stares at me for a moment, thinking. Finally, he asks, "Are you sure about this Mark? I am not a high paid, college graduate, intelligent man, with a house, living in a great city like you. I'm a divorced ex-porn star, with two kids, low education, and no job prospects, from a small town in bum-fuck-nowhere. I am not even in shape any more, I am not hot like when I was young. I mean, why would you be so okay with me moving in after just three nights? I am being serious here, surely, you could do better than me?"

I answer immediately. "First of all, I asked you not to keep putting yourself down like that. It just isn't healthy. Second, I already made it clear that I like you, not as a porn star but you for you. Look, we may not have known each other a long time, but I already know in my heart that you are a good person. Listening to you talk has only cemented that. I see you as a kind person, a family man, and it doesn't hurt that you are really fucking good in bed. I want to give us a chance, because I know you are the type of person I want to be my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? I said nothing about being a boyfriend!" He jokes. He thinks for a moment and reaches out to hold my hands. "Okay, if you are willing to give us chance, give this relationship a chance, then I am on board, for us to be boyfriends."

"Yeah, like I said earlier," I repeat, happily "it sounds like we have a plan."

Later that morning, we are on the couch. Once again, we both are naked and he is riding me. As his hard cock rubs against my stomach, he looks down into my eyes, as I once again admire how blue his eyes are. "You know, Mark," he says between moans, "I am serious here. I know we just met, but I really do like you Mark. I never thought I would feel like this about a man, but I just want to know you that my feelings are genuine, and even though, up until I met you, I saw myself as straight, I love the idea of us being boyfriends!"

"I really like you too..." I say, watching him bouncing up and down on my cock. "But..."

"But what..." he moans, his eyes rolling back into his skull.

"But I still don't know your name." I chuckle. "I mean, your real name, not your porn star name. It's funny, I don't know actually know my boyfriend's name!"

"Oh," he says. He stops for a moment, but doesn't get off my cock. "I guess I never told you, huh?" He laughs. "It's Leonard. Leonard Miller. But all my friends call me Leo."

"Well, Leo," I say grinning, as he returns to riding me. "I genuinely like you too, and I love the idea of us being boyfriends!"