Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 10:11:48 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: CHANCE, THE AFTERMATH, PART FIVE

     I hadn't heard much from Jeff in weeks. He'd called several times. I'd
seen his name come up, but didn't answer. I wasn't mad at him or anything.
I just didn't want to talk to him. My life had changed a lot since we'd
been friends. I didn't want to share that with him, so I didn't know what
else to do but be silent.

     I didn't know if Chance was still seeing him or not.  We didn't talk
about him. Of course, Julie and some of the other girls Jeff and I'd known
did bring him up the few times I'd seen them, but I didn't have much to
say.

     Julie was more persistent than the others. I'd been with her a few
times, but mostly just for sex and because she came to me. It was an
opportunity to go full shaft, something I'd missed, perhaps all, about sex
with a woman.  No, that's not true. Julie was a great girl, a little
insatiable at times, but always tight and willing. It just didn't seem
enough anymore.

     For good or bad, Chance had become a major part of my life and was
most always in my thoughts.  It was not especially what I'd wanted.  It was
just the way it was. If I didn't call him, he'd call me. We wrote emails
almost every day, regardless of whether we saw each other or not.

     No matter what I did, I never stopped craving him, but I had tried to
cool it off a little. Things had been happening too fast for me. I needed
some space, that way, at least. Chance didn't push it, but sometimes it
wasn't easy for him, and when I realized that, we usually did something
about it.  One of those times was about to occur this weekend, after the
last basketball game of the season at the college.

     No matter how much time passed, my heart beat a little faster on the
day Chance and I were to be together. That Saturday had been no
different. I'd run and worked out that afternoon, but was still full of
nervous energy as I got into the shower, waiting for him to come by and
pick me up.

     My dick seemed to know something was about to happen.  It'd been
swollen all day, constantly protruding in my jeans or shorts. In the shower
then, it was even worse. Arched out from my groin, it constantly smeared
the steam condensation on the glass door as I turned under the spray. I
wanted to beat off, but fought the urge, wanting more to save it.

     Later, sitting out on the balcony of my apartment in just running
shorts, I saw him drive up and wave. I waved back, motioning him to come
up.  He looked at his watch and then up at me, but shrugging, started into
the building.

     "What's up?" he asked as I opened the door. "Why are you sitting out
there for, half dressed?  We need to get going to get a good seat for the
game."  I reminded him this game started an hour later than usual.

    "Ah, you're right," he replied. "I forgot." Then getting a hammer lock
on my neck, he wrestled me around, his hold becoming more of a hug as we
stood for a moment, our arms around each other.

     "I hadn't expected you for another hour or so," I replied, leaning
back, my dick swelling conspicuously against his crotch. He looked down, a
smile coming across his face.

     "Looks like it's a good idea I did," he replied, "Something seems to
need a little attention."

     "Maybe," I confessed. "But we don't have time now. Just an hour." He
didn't say anything at first, but seemed to be thinking, his own dick
pressing against mine.

     "Well, it's been a while, you know. You're not the only one who can't
stay in his shorts today," he pointed out, our cheeks resting against the
other.

     "Yeah, I know," I responded, playfully. "And I'm the only one who can
do anything about that. Is that what you're saying? He thought for a
moment, his mouth pressed inside my neck, sucking it gently.

      "Not exactly," he replied. "Let's just say you're the only one I want
to do something about it. That's closer to the truth."

      "Ah, I like that," I said, quietly, pressing my head against his
cheek.

      "But," he quickly interjected, pulling away, "if it's a question of
getting to the game late and having lousy seats, or going now and getting
great seats, I think we should put you on hold and go now." I looked at him
a moment, a smile breaking across my face as I responded.

     "I agree."

     That decided, I put on some regular sweat shorts and a T-shirt and we
went to the game, not getting back to my apartment until after dark. I
didn't have anything to drink except for a bottle of wine a customer had
given me at the art gallery. We took it and some glasses and went into my
bedroom, lying on the bed as we watched highlights of the game on a news
cast.

     Toward the end of the broadcast, Chance lit a joint and handed it to
me, turning off the light, only the light of the television reflecting off
our bodies.  We smoked for a while, gradually coming out of what clothes we
had on and resting naked side by side on the mattress, pretty much ignoring
the show on television, our interesting becoming each other's body.

     Chance was right. It had been awhile. Feeling of his body as he felt
of mine was incredible, more so that usual, even. It might have been the
new pot he said he'd gotten, but I seemed to feel every movement of his
hands over my body and mine over his.

     We laid for I don't know how long, just holding each other, our hands
fondling the other's body. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to
sensation and, to some extent, him. Both of us seemed unusually
passionate. Our bodies soon became an entangled mass as we rolled over and
over on the bed, holding each other silently.

     Winding up on top, Chance looked down at me, burying his mouth inside
my neck, sucking and lightly kissing my flesh as he chewed my neck with his
lips. Squirming beneath him, my swollen dick digging into his stomach, I
moved my hands up and down his side and over his back, for a time
fascinated by the movement of his muscles beneath the skin.

     At times, I let my hands move onto the cheeks of his butt, squeezing
them in my hands like a woman's tits, but they weren't tits. They were a
part of his body which seemed to fascinate me most. I loved the sensation
of feeling his firm cheeks in my hands, my fingers exploring the deep
cleavage between them as they contracted against them.  He'd protest from
time to time, but I didn't seem to care.  I continued until he pushed me
away and we went on to something else.

     We seemed to do many things that night, but even at the time, the
connection between them seemed sketchy. It's hard to explain.

     I remember having my legs wrapped around his body, his face against
mine as our foreheads pressed against one another, moving in circles.  Then
as I closed my eyes, I felt his full, soft lips slowly press against my
own, barely aware they were sucking against them until I felt his tongue
ticking the inside of my lips.

     Surprised, I remember wondering why I didn't push him away. Instead I
held him tightly against my body, returning his kiss and loving it until it
seemed to be my dick he was sucking. His mouth, I thought, felt very warm,
almost hot, but nice. Pushing my dick up into the sensation, I felt my head
against the pillow and then the quiet feeling of drifting. I liked
that. It's strange to think about it now.

    If there were more, at this point, I'm not at all sure.  But I do
remember when I "woke up," if that's what I did, Chance was lying across my
body, his head on my chest. I could see his face dimly in the light of the
television.

      Then I really became confused. The station the television was on went
off just after midnight. It was still on, but that couldn't be possible. I
thought we'd been asleep a long time. It seemed like it. I looked at the
clock next to the bed. It wasn't even midnight yet.

      I pulled back up against the headboard, his head in my lap,
thinking. I knew one thing: my head was hurting. I didn't think pot gave
you a headache.  It must have been the wine, or worse yet, the combination
of the two.

     Then I thought back over what I could remember happening, but up to a
point, that wasn't much. I didn't even know for sure if either of us had
even gotten off.  Strange.  I looked at both of our groins, feeling around,
but found no evidence of it.

     "What are you looking for?" I heard Chance ask, lifting his face up
off my thigh and looking around. "It's too early to get up. It's still dark
outside."

     "What do you mean to get up?" I exclaimed. "It's just about time to go
to bed." Chance mumbled something, turning over and looking at the clock,
then at me.

     "Huh?" he exclaimed. "That's not possible. But, you know, it's
strange. I didn't think we'd been in bed very long. I must have dozed
off. You too?"

     "You don't remember getting off?" I asked, curious to see what he'd
say. He looked at me, rubbing his forehead as he shook his head.

     "No, I would have remembered that. We hadn't even gotten around to
really doing anything yet." I was surprised to hear him say that, looking
at him as he squint at the television screen.

     "That's the same station we were watching," he exclaimed, "but not the
same show. That one comes on after it goes off.  I guess we did sleep, but
not for long. It must have been the combination of wine and pot, or maybe
that pot's very strong."

     I didn't tell him about what I guess I dreamed.  He'd have thought I
was crazy. I just accepted what he'd said. Leaning into each other, we
watched television for a while, silently.

     "I can't seem to concentrate" he said at one point. "I think I'm
getting kind of a headache. Maybe we should write tonight off as a loss. I
go on back to my place"

     "Why?" I exclaimed. "We enjoyed the game and whatever else happened, I
guess." Leaning against my body as he started to get up, I felt his hard
dick brush against my leg.

     "But why go?" I suggested, taking hold of his arm. "I don't have a
king size bed, but we're comfortable. Aren't we?"

     Pausing, he rested his head on top of mine, Then, sliding his hand
inside the sheet, he began to rub my lower stomach, moving over my swollen
meat, my dick immediately responding to his touch.

     "You must want me to stay. Yes?" he asked, softly.

      I didn't say anything. I laid back against the bed and, picking up
the remote, clicked off the television, feeling his body move up against
mine in the darkness, his hand sliding under my thigh, lifting me over into
the center of the bed. I put my arms around his neck, feeling his hands
squeezing the cheeks of my butt and his lips moving against the inside of
my neck as he laid across my body.

     The warmth of his body against mine and the sensation of his mouth
sucking on my neck were immediately overpowering, unleashing in me a desire
for him I'd yet to know.  With no inhibition, I dug my fingers into his
back, thrusting my dick against his stomach as he hugged my body up to his,
returning my passion.

     Twisting my head against his cheek from the sensation of his lips
sucking on my neck, I felt his mouth move up onto my ear, chewing on the
lobe with his lips. I pulled back slightly, immediately feeling his lips
slide across my cheek and rest lightly on my own. Without thinking, my lips
parted and, as we rolled over on the bed, I realized what we were actually
doing.

     At first I tried to pull away. This was going too far, I
thought. Unlike in my dream, I had the strength to pull away and I thought
I should.  I tried once again, but it was no use. We both sucked even hard
on the other's mouth, our lips sliding against their soft fullness, neither
of us wanting to give up the sensation. I can't explain it, but it seemed
so natural to me, so easy to accept. I was confused, yes, but couldn't find
the strength or a reason to deny I wanted it.

     I didn't have to worry long. He surprised me by ending it himself,
moving down over my stomach, kissing it lightly as he moved into my groin,
licking and sucking my balls and the base of my thick shaft.

    My body curving up around his head, gripped by the sensation of his
mouth moving over the head of my dick, I groaned audibly as he sucked the
head, his tongue swirling around its hugely swollen mushroom. Resting my
mouth on his back, kissing his neck and shoulders, I fought the growing
urge to empty my load in his mouth, not wanting this to end, yet.

     Pulling his mouth off my dick, he looked up at me, our eyes meeting in
the dim light of room as we stared at each other in silence.

     "Should I go ahead and take it?" he asked, hastily.

     "Sure," I heard myself say, "but I want yours too."

     I was immediately shocked by what I'd said, but didn't have time to
get upset over it. Chance smiled faintly and then, lunging up, pushed his
lips against mine and, rolling us back on the bed, began to kiss me again
on the lips, our bodies pressing tightly, one against the other.

     This continued for quite a while, but eventually, I felt his lips lift
off mine as he turned his body around, taking my dick in his mouth.  I did
the same to his, immediately tasting the sticky sweetness of precum on the
head of his thickly swollen dick. Smearing my lips over the surface, I
allowed my mouth to slide down over the shaft, his body jerking against
mine from the sensation.

     Encouraged by his reaction, I sucked it firmly, trying to swirl my
tongue over its fullness as he was mine, all the while loving the
increasingly audible humming sound which registered the deep pleasure I was
giving him. None of this could last much longer, however. We were both too
horny and it'd been too long since either had gotten off.

     I came in Chance's mouth first, my seemingly endless load almost
gagging him with its thick fullness. He came shortly after that, but I was
prepared for it, managing to handle his initial load and the series that
followed, until he forced my mouth off his dick, laughing almost painfully
from the intense sensation. We lay side by side for I don't know how long,
naked and totally spent from yet another experience together, one which
came close to moving the world, at least for me.

     Chance wound up, of course, staying the night with me, his first time
at my place, in fact. We got involved shortly before dawn, winding up
getting off yet again, but much more controlled than before. He didn't
leave until close to noon. I watched from the balcony, wondering when I'd
see him again, rather than if.

                         rbrown001@cox.net
                           Spring, 2008