By Rick

Meet Thad, a former student now in his 30s, at a conference in New York. He wants to talk about career plans.  I’ve got a Cabernet up in my hotel room and several St Pauli beers in the fridge so rather than spend a lot more money at the bar, we go up there. We talk for half an hour or so over drinks, both more loquacious with each drink.  I put my wine glass down too quickly and it looks like it’ll tip over. He comes to the rescue, his hand grabbing the stem just as my hand steadies the base.

Our hands connect briefly, Thad’s on top of mine. His hand is warm and I enjoy the touch. He pulls away, thinking he’s overstepped his bounds. After all, I’m older than he is. I reassure him and innocently say, “Thad, that actually felt good!”

“Did it really, Rick?”

“Yeah, I felt like we really connected.” As I speak I put my hand on his. Thad doesn’t resist.  I’m not sure I know what I’m saying or doing now.  It’s almost as if we’re in a play, merely reciting our lines.

“You’re right, nothing like being so in touch with you.  We’ve shaken hands before, but this was different. It was like being embraced. We are good friends now and I come to you for advice, but this was something more than I’ve ever experienced with you before, Rick.”

Our hands still joined we look each other in the eye.  His face is tanned, his dark hair and light beard accentuate his stunning masculinity.  His lips are quite thick. They seem wet, his mouth slightly open as if beckoning to me.  We come closer, stand up and hug.  Our lips meet and we fall into a deep, extended kiss as if we’ve done this before.  I feel like I’m in a trance as our tongues connect and we kiss deeply…

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                                           II

The ice broken, one thing seemed to lead to another.  Thad put a hand on each of my cheeks and pulled me close.  I could feel his bulge as he could mine as we seemed for a moment to become connected like two hot wires, current flowing through them and into each other.  I extended my arms around Thad’s shoulders in passionate embrace as we prolonged our kiss, breaking for air, then kissing his cheeks, forehead, chin, then returning to his sumptuous lips.  Our tongues dueled as we each sought to make headway, I finally yielding to Thad as he plunged ever deeper.  He began withdrawing, plunging in and out and in again as I held onto his tongue with my lips.

When Thad completely withdrew, I whispered, “I love you!”

Without pausing he quickly replied, “I always have too, Rick, but never felt I could tell you.  Both of us always had to be so proper, but now we can be ourselves!”

“Sure, Thad. Why don’t you sit on my lap facing me so we can carry this to the next level.”

He nodded as I sat down on an armless chair, braced by its straight back as Thad straddled me, our thighs connecting bottom to top.  Deep kissing was the order of the day, pausing only for breath, sighing, muttering and whispering how we were finally letting out pent-up, loving emotions for each other.

“May I see your manly beauty, Thad, all of it?”

“Let’s undress each other, Rick.”

“You first, Thad.”

“ Okay, I’ll start, but you follow suit, piece by piece.  That way we can enjoy each other.”

Thad slowly unbuttoned his shirt as I watched with rapt attention.  As Thad removed his shirt, he revealed his muscular frame albeit still covered by his undershirt. Chest hair crawled above his collar, his undershirt slightly elevated above his waist displaying the beginnings of his dark-haired trail extending due south below his navel.

“God, Thad, you’re hot!  Please, please, please take off your undershirt so I can see your manly physique in its full beauty.  Promise I’ll follow, taking both of my shirts off at the same time.”

Soon both of us were naked from the waist up.  We embraced, our chest hairs interwined, feeling the heat of each other’s body as we kissed passionately again and again.  I stepped back and admired Thad’s still more youthful beauty—compelling brown eyes, red-and-moist lips, clean-cut face, properly proportioned neck, well-endowed shoulders and pits, hard nipples, magnificent all the way down.

Thad was turned on by what he later said was my enduring masculinity, although older and not as lean as me, his “dad” was still in decent shape.  Thad came close and lifted my right arm and snuggled with his nose deeply into the brush found there, inhaling my manly aroma, then kissed and massaged each hard nipple in turn before settling in with his nose and then his tongue in my left pit.  He licked both of my shoulders, a sensual tickle.  I laughed gleefully and we both started laughing.

“Hey, I’m having fun.  Repressed all this, Rick.  We’ve got a lot of lost ground to make up!”

“Okay, Thad, but now it’s my turn to give you the once over!”

“Be my guest, Rick.”

With that enticement, I wasted no time—first a brief kiss on Thad’s lips, tongue on his shoulders, nipples, pits, chest, and following due south bisecting his well-defined six pack.  I paused to caress Thad’s navel, my tongue exploring its inner reaches.  Then back on the trail south.  Without delay I quickly unbuckled Thad’s belt, pushed his button through its hole—anticipating what lay ahead, unzipped his fly, and revealed his shorts.

“My God, Thad!  Is that a Union Jack?”

“Correction, Rick.  It’s the Union flag.  The “jack” is the pole!”  But most people make that mistake!”

“Okay, but I also can see the your pole—hard and erect beneath the flag.  My God, Thad, you’re magnificent!  I can’t control myself much longer.”  I then lowered Thad’s jeans to his ankles, exhibiting his English glory albeit still covered by the cross of St. Andrew.  Still, Thad’s manly outlines left little to my imagination.  On his knees now, I lowered the flag, Thad’s pole standing straight up below his ample pubes as I knelt in phallic adoration of my “son’s” natural, uncut, unaltered penis erectus, whispering a sensual, erotic poem about the love of men for each other….

                                      III

“Just as I thought, Thad, like most Englishmen you’re uncut.  You are your natural, unaltered beautiful self.”

“Let me gaze on you, too, Rick.” Without waiting for a reply, Thad unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned me, lowered my zipper, and pulled my pants down to my ankles.  Both of us then stepped out of our pants and quickly pulled off our socks.  Only I remained covered, wearing my gray Calvin Klein briefs displaying my package prominently.

The outlines of my coronal ridge and glans were clearly visible. Thad quickly put his hands on my waist band, lowered my briefs slowly, following my treasure trail to my pubes and then, with a quick jerk, pulled my briefs down to my thighs, then letting them fall to my ankles.  I stepped out of them and now both of were completely naked, semi-erect in anticipation of what was to come.

“This will be fun, Rick.”

“What do you mean, Thad?”

“I’ve never got on with a guy who’s been cut like you.  I can see the fullness of your gorgeous cock from top to bottom, completely uncovered!”

“Yeah, but I like your hood, Thad, and look forward to having fun with it.”  I grabbed Thad’s foreskin between the thumb and index finger of his right hand and pulled it down the shaft: “Now you see it….” I pulled it back up: “Now you don’t!” I pulled up and down again: “Now you see it, now you don’t!”

Thad burst out laughing.  “Is this improv comedy, Rick?”

“Yeah, but isn’t that what life’s all about, Thad?”

“Oh, there you go getting serious on me again, Rick.”  By now I had fallen to my knees gazing upon Thad’s gorgeous manly anatomy.

 “You’re kneeling, Rick, so why don’t you pay homage so long as I can reciprocate later.  After all, ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you!’”

“Ha!  You really have me in the palm of your hand, Thad.  But I’ll put yours in my hand so I can recite the ode to your penis and mine.”

“Oh, God, Rick, that feels great—just having your hand on me.  Stroke me and kiss me up and down my shaft, topside and underside.  I love you, Rick, always have, but couldn’t tell you as I can now.”

Thad was already quite erect. I gently pulled the remaining foreskin back revealing Thad’s great treasure in all its regal glory.  I began to kiss Thad at the top of his now uncovered crown, darting with my tongue at the opening—then opening it wider by squeezing it between my thumb and index finger, licking more deeply now and then withdrawing with a kiss.

“Okay, Rick, you’ve got me now!  All I want is more.  Kiss me! Lick me! Love me!”

I kissed up one side then down the other, letting my tongue add to Thad’s growing pleasure, his arousal now complete.  “Don’t laugh now, Thad, I’m serious!”

“Really, Rick?”

“Well, let’s see if we can both keep from laughing.  Gotta get in a prayerful mood:

‘Oh great phallus
Master of my life and yours
We try to control you
But somehow you are still the master.’”

I resumed stroking, pulling Thad’s foreskin up and over his glans and back again, and again and again.  Thad put his hands on both sides of my head, cupping it like prayerful, folded hands holding his lover tightly, affectionately. I continued:

“You have a will of your own
Getting long and hard whenever….
Any time during the day
And how many times at night?”

I couldn’t keep from laughing.

“Hey, this is fun,” chuckled Thad.

I finally got control of myself, putting the fingertips of both hands on Thad’s balls and talked directly to his by now very erect cock.  It was truly a magnus penis erectus:

“And to think you’ve been doing this
Since we were both lads
With no idea what was happening
You were always in charge!

“You’re much larger now that we’re older
Not only longer, but also thicker—wider around
And settled at the apex of the dark pubic triangle
That shamelessly always points to you!’”

I now immersed the fingers of my left hand deeply in Thad’s ample pubes, my right hand increasing the rapidity of my strokes.  Pausing, I ran my tongue up and down Thad’s “banjo string” that connected his foreskin to the top of his shaft at the glans.

“My God, Rick.  Don’t stop!”

I continued for 30 seconds or so, pulled off and exclaimed, “Sorry, Thad, you’ll just have to wait!”  I resumed my monologue:

“Aroused when near your brothers
And certainly when we look at them
We can’t admire masculine beauty
Without you thinking it’s all about you!

“Well, maybe it is!
You may be the king, sovereign lord, but
We also pay homage to your loyal princes
Beneath your great scepter’s sway.”

At this point, I turned all of my attention to Thad’s balls—their furrows and ridges, hair lightly covering the hilly slopes like grass.  I explored Thad’s topography with my fingers knowing precisely where to go.  After all, I’d really come to know myself quite well—plenty of experience there since boyhood days.  As long as I can remember, I’ve always been fascinated by these loyal princes always kneeling before the sovereign.

Suddenly, holding back no longer, I put my mouth around Thad’s swollen penis, my tongue massaging the most sensual underside. Thad began to thrust in and out, but suddenly stopped and pulled out.

“Let’s do this together, Rick.  No fun just one of us getting it off while the other just waits.”

“Yeah, man.”  We both embraced and kissed each other deeply, grabbing each other’s buttocks and holding our treasures close to each other, penis touching penis, side-by-side pressed closely between our bellies.  Finally we let go.

Thad walked over to the bed, allowing me to pause, watching my lover’s beauty—his wide, manly shoulders, following the line down his back to the inverted triangle just above the straight line dividing his rear cheeks.  I couldn’t resist moving behind Thad, massaging his neck, shoulders, back, and then, kneeling, taking his buttocks in both hands, kissing both sides his cheeks repetitively, finally spreading them to reveal the gateway to his inner sanctum—the sanctum sanctorum, Thad’s holy of holies to be explored another day….

Thad suddenly wheeled around and declared: “Equal time!  Fairness rule!”  At that he grabbed my shoulders, turned me 180 degrees and began, as I had, to rub my neck and shoulders all the way down my back to my buttocks, spreading them and, then, much to my surprise, ran his tongue up and down my opening, briefly penetrating me, my gateway posing no obstacle to Thad’s entry.

“Hey, man, I’ve never had a guy do that to me before, Thad.  Can I return the favor?”

“Maybe later, Rick, when we really get into it!”

Thad sat down on the bed and I followed suit beside him.  Almost as if we had been programmed, we moved in opposite directions, faces now aligned with each other’s phallic wonders, still very erect, waiting eagerly for full attention!                              

                                        IV

“Come on, Rick, great oracle, before we get going, say something lustful, but sacred about you and me.  Promise I won’t laugh this time!”

“My God, you’re magnificent, Thad, so close to you now,
I look down your staff like an all-seeing eye
Positioned regally, high in the clear light of the sky
Gazing down upon your tall, very erect obelisk.

“Your moist phallic lips look up,
They smile at me, beckoning me to come
Down on you—all of you,
My nose nesting like a bird in your pubes!”

Their lips within two or three inches of each other’s glans, Rick continued with his ode:

“We offer each other, Thad
This wondrous phallic beauty before us,
To commune with ourselves
In this most intimate way.

“As we take each other
Deeply into ourselves
We connect our bodies,
But also our souls.

“Our psyches become one
As we probe the depths of our inner selves
And share the sweet tastes
Of our lusts and, yes, our love for each other.”

The two of us began kissing each other’s phallic lips, moving down our crowns and across the coronal ridge, reaching down our staffs, embedding each other within ourselves.  The feeling was intense, not just the tingling, deeply pleasurable sensuality of the moment, but also the psychic warmth of two brothers embraced in love for each other.

Thad grasped my crown princes with his left hand, rubbing them gently with all five fingertips as his mouth devoured their sovereign.  His right hand steadying my scepter, Thad raised and lowered himself over it, time and again using his tongue to caress the object of his (and my) lust.  I followed suit as each of us loving guys replicated the actions of the other.  We were one in synchronous motion, each feeling stirrings from our wellsprings deeply within us.

Pausing to catch our breaths, Thad and I continued with manual stroking with one hand, caressing our man-sacs with the other.  I saw clear nectar emerging on Thad’s phallic lips and quickly moved my tongue over his crown and within my lips as if in a French kiss.  The lightly salted, pleasant taste—like caviar—made me come back for more.

Thad also enjoyed my hors d’oeuvre as we both ingested the juice of each other’s passions.  With his right hand Thad formed a ring around my—his lover’s—phallus and as I began thrusting in and out of it. Thad extended the fingers of his left hand beneath the princes’ roost, touching and massaging the gateway to my inner sanctum.

I also probed Thad’s inner reaches, grasping both cheeks of his buttocks, pulling Thad’s phallus forward within the depths of my mouth, fingers of both hands extended around Thad’s cheeks, competing with each other for penetration of Thad’s entryway.

“Oh my God, Rick, I‘m getting close!”

“So am I, Thad!”

Both of us pulled off, pausing briefly, but the intensity of the occasion made any pretense to edging our way to fulfillment out of the question.  We both resumed stroking, kissing, licking as our princes continued to rise in loyalty ever more closely to the base of their sovereigns.  Suddenly Thad erupted, I hungrily consuming all that came forth.

I was not far behind as Thad increased the pace of his stroking and put pressure with his fingers on the principality—the territory immediately behind and over which the two pretenders to the throne reigned.  Deep in orgasmic pleasure, I could feel that unmistakable surge from the deep wellspring within him.  I had passed the point of no return….

                                         V

The great release both of us experienced defied easy description.  The feelings were beyond the command we or any of us have of spoken words—the deep tingling, simultaneously hot-and-cold vibrations or shiver as the dam gives way to the sacred flow—the release from pressures that accompanied the pleasurable build up—engaging all of our senses, coupled tightly to the inner consciousness with which we were communicating with ourselves as with one another.  Words do not capture adequately the sacred beauty of a sexual experience that bankrupts the English language!

This erotic, highly charged expression of our love for each other now complete, we embraced once again.  Facing each other, Thad reached down, pulled his foreskin forward and wrapped it around my crown, the act sealing us as if we were one, looking into each other’s eyes and penetrating the inner reaches of our souls.  Letting go, without saying a word we embraced and fell asleep in each other’s arms…

THE STORY WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED IN FIVE PARTS:

ONE: June 23, 2011: http://artofmalemasturbation.tumblr.com/post/6844922857/part-one-of-five-thad-and-rick-a-bromance-by-rick

TWO: June 24, 2011: http://artofmalemasturbation.tumblr.com/post/6882299638/part-two-of-five-thad-and-rick-a-bromance-by

THREE: June 26, 2011: http://artofmalemasturbation.tumblr.com/post/6950627637/part-three-of-five-thad-and-rick-a-bromance-by

FOUR: June 27, 2011: http://artofmalemasturbation.tumblr.com/post/6973346761/part-four-of-five-thad-and-rick-a-bromance-by

FIVE: June 28, 2011: http://artofmalemasturbation.tumblr.com/post/7010582153/part-five-of-five-thad-and-rick-a-bromance-by