Elevator The plane ride lasted forever. Not that it took any longer in physical time than usual, but the descent into DCA took a lifetime. He shifted and turned in his seat, craning out the window, trying to physically will the ground closer. Finally, the screech of the wheels on the tarmac greeted him. Quivering inside, he forced himself to sit still and wait for the press of humanity to clear the plane before he gathered up his bag and walked up the jetway. There he was, waiting for him. His imposing presence drew the gaze as if he were highlighted by a spotlight in the dreary terminal. They made eye contact. Their gazes locked, and simultaneous smiles brightened both their faces. Suddenly, the plane ride didn't seem like it had been that long, and the weariness lifted from the traveler's feet. They approached. Still smiling, they stopped a few feet from each other -- the distance that society expected men to observe from each other. The traveler put his bag down and proceeded to cross that invisible barrier, pulling the burly bear of a man into a close hug. They embraced, amidst the cacophany of the bustling terminal, an island of intimacy in a sea of hurried indifference. "I've waited so long for this. I can't believe we're finally seeing each other," the traveler said softly into his companion's ears. "Me either," came the response, "and it feels so good to finally hold you." They slowly let the embrace break, catching a few disapproving stares from the corners of their eyes. But the gawkers didn't matter. This was a time for union, and celebration. But this was also not the place for any more. The traveler picked up his bag again and slung it over his shoulder. The two men started off to the baggage claim, exchanging small talk. "Hopefully they didn't send my suitcase to Chicago, like last time," the traveler joked to his companion. "Well, if they did, I'm sure Rebecca and I can loan you some things to get you through the trip." "How is Rebecca, anyways? I mean, how's she doing with... you know... us?" "Us? Oh she's just fine. In fact, she's got Louise staying with her in the house tonight -- Louise took the train down from New York on Thursday night. They're both looking forward to seeing you tomorrow." "I am too -- it's been too long since I saw Louise, and I've been dying to meet Rebecca." "Well, there's plenty of time for that -- later." The companion's eyes flashed impishly behind his glasses, seeming somewhat out of place above his almost Mennonite beard. The grin which curled the corners of his lips, however, seemed absolutely designed for his round, soft face. The grin was an infectious one, spreading from the companion's face to the traveler's, both of them beaming with a shared joy. They stepped to the baggage claim, continuing the conversation of friends who have known each other for a long time. "Have you heard from Sheila lately?" the traveler asked, as he scanned the flight numbers by each of the baggage carousels. "Yes, she's not on the nets that often any more because her boss is keeping a closer eye on her. That and the typing makes her wrists hurt. But she sends her love. She and Paul would have come down here this weekend, but they already had plans to spend the weekend together, alone." "Yeah, I can see that. They haven't been able to schedule much lately, she'd been telling me. I miss seeing her online, though." "Me too. But there are people I'm glad I do see." The knowing grin flashed between the friends again. "It still amazes me that you can spend so much time talking to a person, and become so close... yet that first face-to-face meeting is always electric, and special. I'm hoping it's special, right?" "Oh yes..." The bags began to slide down the ramp and make their merry way around to the passively waiting passengers. A short silence settled over the pair as they waited for the traveler's bag to appear. But the expressions on their faces continued to speak volumes. The half-smirk on the traveler's face as he regarded his companion couldn't disguise the nervous excitement it was clear they both felt. "There it is, I think. The all-black one." "I've got it," the companion said as he strode to the pack of waiting passengers. The large black suitcase was obviously densely packed, from the way it leaned heavily on the bags surrounding it, but it was clear >from the companion's size that he would have no difficulty hoisting it out. He lifted it over the heads of the other people crowding it around, and brought it back. He checked the luggage tag. "Yep, David Andrews, this is yours." "Thanks. You didn't have to do that, you know." "I know, but I wanted to." "Then thanks again. Where are you parked?" "Right outside the terminal in that small lot. Want me to take your carry-on, too? You know how the dash across the traffic outside this terminal can be." "No thanks -- I already feel bad enough letting you take the big one," David smiled. "Feh. You and your guilt. All right, be that way, then." They walked out of the terminal, sensing that tingle of anticipation. In the car, on the way to the hotel, David noticed a package in the back seat. "What's this?" He picked it up, noticing the "From Roy" label. "Just a little something I thought you might enjoy when you get back home," he said as David began to unwrap the covering, revealing a VCR tape. "It's from the last time Louise visited us -- maybe even your wife would enjoy it," he continued, that impish gleam dancing in his eyes. "I doubt it -- you know how she is about these things. Thanks, though." The rest of the short drive was filled with trivialities, and shared jokes, and shared friends. Check-in was a brief, harmless procedure, then it was only a short ride in the elevator up to the room. As David put the electronic key into the lock and heard it slide open with the characteristic "snick", he could feel Roy's presence behind him, brushing up against his thighs and back. The electricity was tangible. David relished the feel for a second, then snapped out of it, and opened the door. Roy let out a slow whistle as he strode into the room. "Wow, fancy digs." David chuckled. "The company pays for it, and I found the best hotel that would still sneak me in under the DC per diem. Hell, the company is the reason I'm here for a Saturday and Sunday before the week of meetings. Airfare is cheaper with a Saturday night stay, so they think I'm being conscientious and saving them dough by sacrificing time at home." His smile sparkled wide. As he turned the corner next to the bed, he continued, "Hopefully they... Yes! It's just like I wanted! Look!" Roy, following behind, couldn't see what David was talking about, until he too turned the corner. There, with a schoolboy grin, was David, pointing at the closet right next to the bed. It took a second to realize the reason he was so happy. Then it dawned on him -- the closet doors were entirely mirrored, and right next to the bed. "Perv," he smiled at David as he set the suitcase down next to the TV cabinet. "Yes, and you wouldn't want me any other way, would you?" The grin threatened to spread around the back of David's head and zip off the top of his head. He dropped his carry-on and walked towards Roy. "Come here, you..." The embrace that had been interrupted at the airport was resumed, this time with all the proper additions that propriety had bade them leave out of public view. Their lips sought each other out, first taking almost little nibbles from each other, then deepening into a full kiss, tongues caressing each other, plundering each others' mouths. David's hands ran up Roy's broad back, one pulling the taller man closer into the deepening embrace by the shoulders, the other sliding down to the small of his back, pulling their hips into more intimate contact. Roy's hand returned the gesture, the lower one slipping down to cup David's firm, round ass. Their torsos pressed against each other, Roy's large belly warm against David's paunch. Time ceased to have any meaning for an extended moment... then two... all that existed was the rush of passion in each man's head, and the beating of each man's heart. Finally, the two men broke for breath. This time it was David's turn to exhale slowly. "Gods, that was every bit as good as I've been imagining, and I've been imagining it for a very long time." He ran a hand over Roy's chest, teasing a nipple. "I have to check my messages, and let Renee know I'm in safely, but then I just want to be naked in bed with you for the rest of the night." "Mmm... sounds absolutely delicious. And in case you've forgotten, I've been waiting for this just as long as you have." Roy reached up to run a hand along David's face, feeling the rough texture of his short beard. "Hurry back," he said with a grin, as he sat down on the bed. "Believe me, I will." David leaned in for another passionate kiss, this time shorter, then broke away to find the phone. "No messages. Good," he muttered under his breath as he punched the numbers. Then a short pause as the phone rang back home. "Hi honey. Yes, I got in just fine -- there was some weather in the middle, but you know me, I just slept through it. Yes, Roy met me at the airport. He's here right now. I don't know, maybe some drinks and dinner. Right. OK, have a good night. I miss you, too. I love you." Roy arched his eyes. "Drinks and dinner? I thought you just wanted to be naked in the bed?" "I do. Maybe we'll go for them afterwards." "After what?" he asked with a faux-innocent expression. "As if you don't know, you horny bastard," David replied with a grin. He tumbled into bed beside Roy. "Now let's get you out of these clothes". As if it were a signal, the two men proceeded to pull the clothes off each other, stopping only to caress the exposed flesh, and kiss each newly revealed body part. David pulled Roy's shirt off, and ran his fingers through the forest of chest hair that was exposed. Roy unbuttoned David's "casual dress" shirt just enough to expose his own, much more sparsely-haired chest, and bent down to take his nipple into his mouth. A low gasp of pleasure escaped from David's lips as Roy's tongue flicked his nipple, cascades of shivers running down his spine. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, feet struggling to kick off the confining shoes and remove the concealing socks. Roy, sensing the upper hand, pressed his pleasure assault, moving his mouth over to David's other nipple, while continuing to unbutton the rest of his shirt. David's hands were running all over Roy's back by now, wanting nothing more than to feel their flesh move against each other. Roy's free hand, when it finished with the now completely open shirt, moved farther down to cup David's obvious hardness through the flimsy fabric of his pants, rubbing the heel down the shaft with agonizing slowness. "Don't tease me, you bastard. God..." David gasped. Roy let David's nipple slip from his lips to smile up at him and say, "But that's the point -- the pleasure, and the tease -- I intend to give it all to you... in my own good time. And you'll love it, trust me." "Bastard," was all David could get out. Roy just grinned, and brought his face back up to David's, as they shared their breaths again, attempting to devour each others' souls through their mouths. David used the opportunity to slip a hand underneath Roy's briefs, to feel his hand against the expanse of flesh that was his buttock. He gently cupped and squeezed, eliciting a groan from Roy's throat. David then reached down to undo Roy's zipper and clasp, and began to pull the pants from his legs. Not to be outdone, Roy set to removing David's pants, as well. As he unfastened the zipper, he fished David's now painfully stiff shaft from under his briefs, and gave the head a teasingly slow lick, smiling at the moans and squirms that this action elicited. He ever so briefly took the entire head between his lips, licking off the precum drizzling from his slit, then let the cock slip from his lips, and went about to removing the rest off David's clothes. By a mutual unspoken agreement, the pleasure attacks on each other halted until each man had successfully removed the other's clothes. Then, for a brief moment, they lay back on the bed and regarded each other. David was slightly surprised at Roy's body. Not in a negative way, by any means. He'd known the basic stats for months -- 6 feet tall, about 300 pounds. He'd even seen pictures. But physical presence is hard to convey in pictures. Roy was solid, and undeniably there. And it was wonderful. That unique, bushy beard that along with his glasses added years to a very youthful, round face. The curls of the hair that covered his chest, the curve of his belly, leading down to his wide, powerful hips and thighs, and the junction of his manhood, all seven inches thrusting for the sky. He could get lost, buried, drowned in that pile of man, and never want to be found again. Roy was also gazing at David. His long, fine, brown hair had escaped from its ponytail, and now cascaded over either shoulder. His shoulders carved a broad expanse on the bed, his upper torso not exactly muscular, but very thick. His chest hair was sparse, but there was a noticeable "happy trail" of it leading down to his groin, and his own erect penis. It was an average penis, but was positively singing with the blood flowing into it. His ass was very round, but firm -- almost exactly what Salt'n'Pepa must have been thinking of when they sang "You oughtta thank yo mama for a butt like that". He had a bit of a belly of his own, soft and cuddly. And those thighs... maybe not the size of a running back's, but impressive on that 5'10" frame. "Your pubic hair -- is it normally that short?" Roy broke the silence, noting the sparseness and shortness of the hair above David's cock. "Umm... no," David giggled somewhat sheepishly, "Renee doesn't like me to shave my pubes all the way, so I trimmed them a couple weeks ago, and did it a little short." "Don't be embarrassed -- I like it. It's cute,' he grinned, "almost as adorable as you." "Stop it, you're making me blush." "That won't matter if I can't see it," Roy replied, removing his glasses and placing them on the table next to the bed. As he leaned back, he was surprised to feel David's head upon his chest, cuddling up to him, listening to his heart beat. "You know, I never really got it when people, men or women, had this thing for chest hair. And I still don't get why it would be something to soley base attraction on, but on you, it really works", David said, running his hand again through Roy's fur. "Probably because it's you... and because you just turn me on so much by just being you." "Now who's making whom blush?" They quieted each other with another kiss, hands ranging now freely over each others' naked bodies, pressing thigh to thigh, torso to torso, cupping, rubbing, grasping... David's hand found Roy's throbbing penis, and with a gentle grasp, began to stroke. Roy moaned into his mouth, pulling their chests closer together. David began to move his head down Roy's chest, licking each nipple playfully, then nuzzling into his fur, then kissing progressively lower on his chest, maintaining his masturbatory motion on Roy's pulsating cock all the while. Just as he got down to his crotch, he skipped a little lower and began to nibble at the inside of his thighs. Finally, however, he could hold back no longer. He ceased his stroking motion on Roy's penis, and licked a slow, tantalizing lick just behind his balls as he gently rubbed his thumb on that sensitive part underneath the head where the foreskin connects. He then continued the lick all the way up the underside of the shaft, halting only at the very crown, toying at Roy's slit with the tip of his tongue the way he might tease a woman's clitoris. He listened, and heard Roy's moans had transformed literally almost into a purring noise, his head thrown back on the pillows, his hands rubbing the back of David's scalp. David smiled contentedly, then opened his lips and began to take Roy's cock into his mouth in earnest. First he licked around the head like a lollipop, then sucked on it like the last swigs from a beer bottle. He then set to slowly opening the back of his throat, and attempting to swallow the full shaft. His mind was in overdrive, pleasure centers afire at the thought that he was finally doing this, that he finally had between his lips this cock that he had so long dreamed of. He took as much of the shaft into his throat as he could, then his gag reflex forced him to pull back. He let the shaft slip from his lips, now glistening with his spit. Overwhelmed by the experience, he closed his eyes and pressed the wet cock to his cheek, reveling in the sensation of the hot, pulsating manmeat pushed up to his face. Opening his eyes again, he returned to sucking Roy's cock, licking, swallowing, wanting to give this man pleasure for the sheer joy. "Stop." The hoarse word barely made it past Roy's lips, but it was enough. "Hold on... you know me, if I cum, I'll lose all interest in sex for at least half an hour, and I know you don't want that." "Aww... and just as I was really getting into it. You know it's been far too long since I sucked cock." "I know, but there's something else we both know we want, yes?" A wide grin broke out on David's face as he realized what Roy meant. "Are you sure? I mean, I know I'd love to do it, but are you sure you're ready?" "Mentally, I've been ready for months, and especially from the moment I laid eyes on you in the terminal. Physically, well, you brought lube and condoms, yes?" "Oh yes!" David leapt over to his carry-on bag and retrieved a tube of lube, a packet of condoms, and a latex glove. "Be prepared, after all." "Mmmm... then prepare me, baby." Roy rolled over on to his knees, facing the head of the bed. He looked over to his left and saw his reflection in the closet doors, and smiled, knowing that watching their coupling in the mirror would be almost as exciting for the two men as the sex itself. David looked up and saw Roy's magnificent cheeks in the air, inviting, almost begging for attention. He reached down and put the latex glove on his hand, and moved to open the tube of lube. Before he opened it, however, he leaned over and gave each of Roy's bountiful asscheeks two kisses. He then proceeded to squeeze a dollop of lube on Roy's sphincter. Roy shuddered. "That's cold!" "It'll warm up fast, believe me, babe." "I have no doubt of that." David then proceeded to spread the lube around the outside of Roy's asshole with his gloved finger, teasing his rosebud from time to time. "Mmm...yes...." "Are you ready for me to put a finger in?" "Yes... just go slow. You know I've done myself with dildos before, but this will be my first real cock, so I may be a little tense, even though I want you inside me so bad." "Of course." With a slight smile, David pressed his index finger against Roy's entrance. There was a slight bit of resistance, then he could feel Roy urging himself to relax, and the lubed finger slipped inside. "Mmm... yessss..." David slowly moved the finger farther in, until he met some resistance. He pulled back until it was almost out, then pushed in again, this time a little farther. He repeated this procedure until his entire finger length was inside Roy. Each thrust met with another faint moan from the big man on the bed. Smiling, he continued his preparations. "Are you ready for another one?" "I think so." David slipped another finger into Roy's hot, tight ass, giving him some time to adjust, then probing deeper into him, searching for his prostate. The moans from the man on the bed began to alter, change into deep, low grunts. "Put another one in me -- I'm almost (ungh) ready for you I (mmmph) think... Oh God..." A third finger joined its two companions in Roy's opening. A hiss of pain came from him as it entered. "Are you OK? Do I need to stop?" "No, I'm fine, just had to stretch it a little... yess... oh yes... oh do it to me... fingerfuck my ass..." "Are you ready for me?" "(mmmph) Oh God (Unngh!) Yes -- do me now -- I want you inside me..." David slowly withdrew his fingers. He stripped off the glove and disposed of it, then quickly unwrapped a condom from its foil wrapper. As he did so, he could see Roy rotating his hips in a circle, grinding against the mattress and eager to be penetrated. He grinned again and unrolled the latex onto his penis, and dropped another dollop of lube onto it. Getting onto his knees behind his friend, he pulled Roy's hips back towards his cock. He felt his cockhead press up against Roy's anal entrance. "Relax, Roy... we both want this..." Roy's sphincter relaxed, and ever so slowly, David's head entered him. "Ohhhh..... Oh my god... ohhh yesssssss... God I want you... fill me..." David felt himself slip deeper into Roy's ass, still slowly... until he felt his balls resting against his ass. "Look in the mirror, lover -- you're taking me all." Roy's head swiveled over, and he saw the amazing sight, David's hips pressed up against his own, David's cock fully enveloped in him. He moaned in excitement, "Fuck me now... I want to feel you." David didn't need to be told twice. With a slow, easy movement, he began to make small in and out motions with his hips, pulling out slightly, then pushing back in. With each stroke, his motions became a little deeper, a little faster, and a little more intense. Soon, he was fucking Roy with full strokes, grapsing his hips for a handhold and splitting his wonderful asscheeks with his raging cock. Roy, by that point, was grunting uncontrollably. Each thrust of David's cock was pressing against his prostate, and causing explosions of wonderful sensation to echo off his cortex. "Ohfuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!!!" David was grunting as well, a sheen of sweat covering his body, an occasional drop falling from his brow to mingle with that covering Roy's thrusting hips. Roy was shoving his hips back at David, craving more penetration, more stimulation, more whatever, just more! David continued to slam into Roy's ass, his cock feeling like it was being clenched by a fist. He knew what Roy was feeling, and hoped to be feeling it himself very soon. His own ass began to twitch at the thought of being penetrated by this man that he had come to cherish so dearly. But for now, he was fucking. He was filling Roy, and the world could go to hell as long as no one stopped them from their frenzied, frantic coupling. Each man would turn to watch this fantastic culmination of months of fantasy in the bedside mirror, then be overwhelmed again by the sensations and have to turn away. Nothing existed in Roy's mind any more but his throbbing cock, drooling precum, his ass, and the cock that was filling it... the animal noises coming from this throat, the hands grasping at the edge of the bed for purchase, his hips slamming back again and again into his lovers' -- none of these made any impact on his mind. This is what he has been waiting so long for, and the rush was overtaking his mind. David felt the telltale throbbing within his cock begin, and knew it wouldn't be long before this passionate first time had to end. But he wanted to make it the best for Roy that he could, so he summoned up his reserves, and sped up his thrusting, making the strokes deeper and harder, pulling a yowl of sheer intensity from Roy's throat. But finally, he could contain himself no more, and with a shout that left no doubt to neighboring rooms what was going on in room 642, he exploded deep into Roy's eager ass. Because of the condom, Roy didn't feel the geyser welling up inside him, but there was no doubt that his lover had just launched a very large load of semen. At least, that's what he would figure out later as he remembered the sensations. At that time, all he knew was, that his lover had cum, and that while this was the first time he'd had a real cock inside him, it wouldn't be the last. Far from it. David slumped over Roy's back, using the little strength he had left to run his hands around Roy's chest and toy idly with his nipples. "My god, that was fabulous... how was your first time?" "Oh wow... oh wow... wow..." "That good, huh?" "Ohhhh yess....." "Not a bad way to finally meet each other, would you say?" "Not at all. But there's something you're forgetting." "What?" The two men relaxed into a natural cuddling position, Roy's head resting on David's chest. "The night's still young, and I haven't cum yet... so go get rid of that condom, break out the toys that I know you had to have brought, and we'll see how you like being taken like that." "I'm counting on it. But first I just want to hold you." "I wouldn't have it any other way." The two lovers kissed gently, without their previous urgency, but without losing any of their intimacy. And to think, David thought -- they had another whole day together tomorrow...