Red Heart Bowl

Bobby Michaels

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Mike and Dan grew up together, almost joined at the hip. Their mothers even had them on the same day in the same hospital. After high school graduation, Mike heads to college on a football scholarship and Dan goes off to the Unite...
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Mike and Dan grew up together, almost joined at the hip. Their mothers even had them on the same day in the same hospital. After high school graduation, Mike heads to college on a football scholarship and Dan goes off to the United States Marine Corps.

Dan has always been in love with his best friend but lives in fear and shame of who and what he is, but he learns in the Corps that loving and having passionate sex with another male is nothing to be ashamed of. When he sees Mike again, they end up showing each other just how much and in what way they love each other. But Mike can’t deal with being with another guy and breaks Dan’s heart.

For the next six years, Dan follows Mike’s career as a Heisman Trophy winner and a Super Bowl winning quarterback, while he becomes the football coach of their old high school. Then Mike sends his agent with an offer that Dan can’t refuse...

To spend a weekend in a hotel penthouse in New York City. With Mike.

  • Note:Publisherï¾’s Notice: Red Heart Bowl is a homoerotic love story and as such has content that may be objectionable to some readers: m/m sexual practices.
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I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but I suddenly was awakened by strong, muscular arms wrapping themselves around me and the feeling of a massive body pressed to the back of mine, with a very hard cock nudging against my ass. I could also feel soft, warm breaths caressing the back of my neck. Sometime in the night, I had turned over so that I was now facing away from Mike and was facing the outside of the bed instead. Mike had one arm slid under the pillow so I was basically lying with my head on his bicep. His other arm had slid beneath my own, his hand firmly planted on my chest.

I didn’t move, and my breath didn’t change perceptively. I waited to see where, if anywhere, Mike was going to go with this. There was still the chance that he was asleep and didn’t realize what he was doing, only reacting to another warm body in bed next to his, but I doubted it. The move seemed too calculated, too complete -- unless he was sleeping with someone else in his bed regularly who he was used to being affectionate with. If such a person existed, he’d certainly never mentioned them in any of his letters or any time we had talked.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out that Mike was awake. Instead of staying still, his hand on my chest began to move, slowly and gently stroking me, feeling my chest muscles, and even tweaking lightly at my nipples. Then his hand began to slide slowly down my torso, feeling the ridges of my abs, and then entangling his fingers in the dark pubic hair surrounding my, by now, rampant cock. At the same time, his tongue was licking the back of my neck, tasting my skin, and sending shivers of pleasure through me. I couldn’t pretend to be asleep much longer with all that I was feeling. Then his hand moved up and grasped my hard cock, and I gave a groan of such deep pleasure that there was no way I could pretend to be asleep.

“Are you really sure you want to be doing this?” I figured I’d better at least let him know that I was fully aware of what was going on.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time. Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no! I want to make sure that you know what you’re starting here.”

“I’m holding in my arms the one guy that I’ve wanted for most of my life. I figure you want this, too, or you would have broken my arm by now. Aren’t Marines trained to be able to kill with their bare hands?”

“Yeah, we are. But we know how to have sex with our whole bodies.”

I chuckled as I said this, and he did, too. I figured at this point I’d had enough of having him behind me so I turned over and slid my arms around him. We looked at each other in the dim light cast through the bedroom window by a street lamp. Our faces slowly moved toward each other, and for the first time, our lips met. It started out gently, so gently that I could barely feel his lips against mine, but the kind of hunger that we’d built up for each other over our lifetimes couldn’t leave the kiss gentle for long. In only moments, we were all but devouring each other, our tongues dueling as we explored the taste of each other.

I slid my hand down to his incredibly muscular butt and pulled him toward me so that our hard cocks were grinding against each other, spilling out their slickness so that both our groins and abs were coated with the wetness. Our cocks slid against each other, and Mike groaned into my mouth. I could hear the raw, male need in that moan and realized that he wasn’t going to last long. If we wanted to do more than this, then we were going to have to get to it.

To that end, I pulled back from his mouth, and instead, attacked his throat, licking and sucking at it. I quickly moved down to where I was sucking on the skin of his magnificent pecs moving closer to his impossibly tiny, dime-sized areoles. I sucked at them, and his nipples erected, becoming hard little bumps. He groaned loudly. Evidently he liked that. But I was moving on. There was so much more of him I wanted to taste.

I slid down the bed, taking his cock into my mouth. To say that Mike was a mouthful was to do him a disservice. He was way more than a mouthful. Hard. Thick. Long. Beautiful. These were words that came to mind. What I found most interesting, however, was the fact that the head of his cock was quite small. In fact, the thick shaft of his cock had far more diameter than the head. The head sat on the top of this thick, rigid phallus almost like a cherry on top of a sundae.

I licked across it with my tongue, tasting his pre-cum. It was salty and sweet, far more sweet than salty. Thanks to the excellent instruction that Beau had given me, I just slid down Mike’s cock until it was buried deep in my throat.

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