Full Contact

The partners have finally developed a loving, intimate relationship, but Hutch’s preference seems to heighten their bond, bringing them even closer each time.

It had started with simple touches. Months, years of simple touches that became hands-on comfort when they were hurt or in pain, then morphed into playful wrestling when they tackled each other.

They were lovers now. Had been for three years last week, and Starsky lay in bed watching Hutch sleep, more in love with him than the night of their first kiss and the tender intimacy that followed.

He thought about their first anniversary. They’d planned a romantic dinner, eating in front of a crackling fire, drinking champagne and cuddling on the sofa in gentle foreplay before retiring to their bed.

But they spilled the champagne trying to open the bottle, causing it to spray all over them. They laughed sheepishly and got silly, opening their shirts, licking it off each other, then spraying more. By the time the bottle was empty, dinner was forgotten, and they were naked in front of the fire, wildly aroused.

Hutch surprised him. Always a willing participant in their lovemaking, he tended to be responsive to Starsky’s touches, rather than initiating touches himself. But tonight, he stroked Starsky, kissing him and begging to be taken. When Starsky moaned, Hutch presented himself and urged Starsky to hurry.

“I-I can’t. Not yet. The lube’s on the nightstand. I don’t want to hurt you.” Starsky cupped Hutch’s swollen balls and ran his fingers down the length of Hutch’s weeping cock to touch its tip.

Hutch choked back a scream. “Fuck the lube! Use the butter on the coffee table! I need you now!”

Starsky reached for the congealing clarified butter meant for the surf and turf they’d made to celebrate their anniversary. As he grabbed the cup, it spilled in his hand and onto the rug, and he coated his own cock with it and slid quick fingers into Hutch’s ass to ease the way. Then he grabbed Hutch’s hips and pulled Hutch onto his cock.

Hutch sobbed in pain and pleasure as he pushed back onto Starsky’s cock. It went deep, and he gasped and came hard, murmuring, “Starsk!”

Ohmygod… Starsky rammed as deep as he could and joined Hutch, pouring himself into his lover.

When their orgasms faded, they passed out on the floor in front of the fire, Hutch covered by a blanket of Starsky.

Starsky smiled at the memory of their awakening later, the embers of the dying fire crackling as what was left of the logs fell apart. Their uneaten dinner was sitting on the coffee table and the carpet was stained with champagne, clarified butter and semen, stains they never did get out. They had to replace the carpet, but added a thick rug in front of the fireplace for other sexual antics, but they made sure it was washable.

“What are you smiling about?” The sleepy whisper wasn’t unexpected. Hutch always seemed to know when Starsky watched him sleep.

He looked down at Hutch, curled up on his side. “Carpet stains,” he murmured, and Hutch smiled, too. A hand reached out and touched him and Starsky knew what came next. Hutch didn’t disappoint.

“Come here, Starsk,” he ordered softly.

Starsky slipped down and Hutch put his arms around him and kissed him. He could remember when Hutch was reluctant to initiate touching him, until their first time. Hutch had been excited when Starsky’s touching had gotten intimate. Hutch reached down and brushed Starsky’s crotch.

“Ohmygod, Starsk! You’re so hard!” Hutch touched him again. “Did I do that to you?”

He had buried his face in Hutch’s neck and nodded, afraid to move.

He remembered that Hutch had taken over, unzipping his jeans, then pushing them down and unzipping his own. He’d rubbed their cocks together, enjoying the effect he was having on Starsky’s body. Suddenly, he gripped Starsky’s hips and whispered, “Open your legs, Starsk.”

He did, and felt Hutch slide his cock between his legs, under his balls. “Now shut them tight. Squeeze my cock,” and he moved against Starsky’s body, using touches he’d never dared before. It didn’t take long, and the orgasm they shared was profound.

They’d enjoyed exploring intimacy after that, using their hands and mouths and cocks to enhance their love for each other. But Hutch loved the freedom to touch that full contact gave him, and as their habits changed and they slept nude, he varied his kisses and touches, but he always lay his body against Starsky’s when he was ready to come, and each time was better than the last.

But this time was different. Hutch took his time, kissing Starsky’s throat and grunting in pleasure. They grew harder as he stroked Starsky’s body, and Starsky begged to be allowed to come.

“No, babe. I’m not ready yet.” Hutch’s hands moved over Starsky, as if he wanted something more, but wasn’t sure what.

Starsky moaned. He was so damn close, then he suddenly knew what to do. “Spread your legs, Hutch.”

Hutch gasped and did what Starsky told him to do. Starsky did what Hutch usually did—he slid his cock under Hutch’s balls and between his legs. “Now close them. Squeeze my cock tight.”

The role reversal heightened their arousal and Starsky’s hands were all over Hutch. To Starsky’s delight, Hutch began to lose control and now he was the one begging to come.

“Please, Starsk, please.”

“Why, babe?” Starsky whispered. “Tell me why.”

“Cuz…because I love you…” and Hutch arched against Starsky and throbbed. It triggered Starsky’s orgasm and he poured wet heat between Hutch’s legs as Hutch sealed their groins together with his cum. It was overpowering and neither of them had the energy to move.

“What’s happening to us, Hutch? We don’t do it like this often, but I feel like I’m melting into you when we love like this. It gets more and more intense each time.”

“I dunno, Starsk. We’re close when we penetrate each other, but there’s a freedom I feel when I touch your body and make you hard. I never had that before and it’s like my whole body and soul open up to you when I do it. I can’t explain.”

“Whatever it’s doing to you, it’s doing the same to me. I’m becoming part of you in ways I don’t understand, but I don’t want to stop.”

“I love you, Starsk.”

“And I love you, babe. So goddamn much.” And Starsky pulled him close and kissed him.