Date: Fri, 19 May 2006 00:19:41 +0000
From: Eros434759@comcast.net
Subject: Grocery Boy - Part 5

This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of homosexuality.  If
this offends you, then you probably shouldn't read it.  I welcome any and
all comments and appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received.
I'd also like to say thanks to the folks at Nifty

I let him into the house.  I told him to make himself comfortable while I
went to change clothes.

"No, this can't wait" he said

"I don't know what you think this is" he began "but for me it's something
serious"

"Chris I..." I began

"No, let me finish.  You seem to think that I'm some sort of 'Hit it and
quit it' kind of guy.

"I'm not.  I want a guy that's as into me as I am to him.  I want that
badly.  I thought you were that guy.

"I won't play the game.  I'm not a playa.  I'm willing to try and work this
out, but you've got to meet me half way

"I look at you and it looks like you have it all together, but you don't.
You've created this image of this well put

together guy that's just cruising through life, and you're just as
dysfunctional as I am."

"That was harsh," I said

"I'm not through" he began.  "Somewhere along the way, I opened myself up
to you.

I let you into a place that very few men get to."  He said.  "Do you feel
me?" he asked.

I looked at him.  I was a little hurt by his comments, and yet, I knew what
he was feeling.

"Oh, can I talk now?"  I asked glibly.  I was sorry, as soon as I said it.
"I'm sorry, there was no need for that," I said.

"I told you today, that was scared.  Now I need to tell you why" I
continued.  I went to the bar and got a bottle of wine.

We sat on the couch and it spilled out.

I told him about David.  I told him all of the things that he had done to
me and how it had shattered my confidence.  I let him know, in no uncertain
terms, that I needed to proceed with caution.  As I talked I noticed his
eyes well up.  When the wine was almost gone, I looked at him.

"So, I'm somewhat damaged goods" I finished.  He was silent for a minute.
Then he took my hand and led me upstairs.  When we were back in the
bedroom, he looked at me

"I could tell you how I feel," he began "but, I'd rather show you"

With that he started to undress me.  I was vulnerable, but he had just
exposed himself to me.  When we were both naked, he laid me down on the bed
and climbed in behind me.  He spooned me for a while letting my head rest
upon his shoulder.  It was a warm night and the wine was taking its full
effect.  Again, I felt completely safe with him.  Nothing could harm me as
long as he was near.  At first, he was not hard.  It was very mellow and
serene.  But gradually, I could feel him swelling behind me.  I wanted to
get up and prepare, but I didn't want to break the mood.  Besides, I was
pretty intoxicated.  Wine affects me much more than I care to admit.  The
room was like an oven and Chris was emanating heat.  He started my kissing
the back of my neck.  He seemed to remember every one of my zones from
before.  Before long his tongue was again in my ear, then he was nibbling
gently on the lobe.  My body went rigid.  He slowly moved downward leaving
a fiery hot trail with his tongue.  He stopped long enough to move on top
of me.

"Geez, Chris" I whispered.  He brought his face back up to mine and kissed
me passionately.  I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue.  I felt his
power, even through his mouth.  He was breathing heavily and we were both
beginning to sweat.  He let his mouth trail back down my neck between my
pecs and then labor over to my tits.  I felt I should start to work on him.
I tried to push him over.  I wanted to work on his massive chest.  He held
me in place.  He gently licked, sucked and nibbled on my tits.  I was going
wild.  I squirmed.  I tried to force his head down.  Anything to give my
overworked tits a break.  He lifted his head up and smiled

"You like it, don't you?" he asked.

I wanted to speak, but could only nod my head weakly.  Using his hand he
pushed my left arm up and started to work on my armpit.

"Chris, no..." I started, but he could not be stopped at that point.

He worked in circles then in reverse, long strokes and short.

"I, I, no." I stammered.

He didn't stop, he simply moved to the other pit.  By now, I was leaking
precum like a faucet.  I felt it mingle with the sweat on my stomach.
Chris slowly moved to the puddle, drinking it in like nectar.  I resisted
the urge to grab his head.  I wanted to force him down on my dick.  But,
this wasn't sex.  This was gay mans foreplay.  I was on to him now.  He
wanted to be certain that this was going to be as pleasurable for me as it
was for him.  I pushed the thought of his monster cock to the back of my
mind and decided to enjoy the ride.  Chris was circling my navel with his
tongue and periodically jabbing it inside.  Meanwhile his hands were
everywhere.  I couldn't believe how focused he was.  While simultaneously
licking my navel, he was caressing my legs and sliding one hand under my
ass.  He was searching for my hole.  I made a mental note.  If I ever got
to fuck him, I needed to totally work him over with my mouth first.  (It's
been my experience that a guy will spend the most time doing to his partner
what he, himself enjoys the most) Then he found his mark.  Being sweaty, my
ass already had a natural lubricant.  Chris seemed like he was not in a
teasing mood tonight.  He slid his hand from under me and rubbed his own
cock.  He used his precum as more lube.  Lifting me up with one arm, he
inserted his thick digit into my ass.  I didn't exactly welcome the
sensation, but I would not hurt Chris by denying him now.  He lowered me to
the bed and began to work on my cock.  He licked and sucked voraciously,
all the while finger fucking my ass.  His mouth on my dick diverted my
attention from my ass.  He was an oral expert.  Working his tongue in a
swirling motion while deep throating my member.  I didn't even try to hold
back.

"Oh God, I'm cumming!" I yelled.

I shot into his mouth without warning.  Rockets went off in my mind.
Bright flashes of white, even though my eyes were clenched shut.  It was
intense and it seemed like it went on forever, although realistically it
could've only lasted fifteen to twenty seconds.  When I opened my eyes, I
had double vision.  I looked at the ceiling and then I saw Chris' handsome
face.

"Oh man" I thought, "I came, now I'm never gonna be able to take his
massive meat."

He leaned in and kissed me.  I could taste my own cum on his breath.  He
eased off me and rolled me over.

"We don't have to do this, if you don't want to" he said.

His mouth may have said the words, but his dick said something totally
different.  Looking at it from my side vision, it looked even bigger than
before.  He began to stroke and caress my ass, as if looking for a sign.  I
sighed and nodded.  I did it once; I could do it again.  Besides, from the
look of things, I might be doing it a lot.  I'd better get used to it.
Chris got up and went to the bathroom.  He came back with lube and some
towels.  He poured the lubrication generously into my ass crack and began
to massage it in.  I moaned softly and let the feeling of his warm soft
hands wash over me.  He was not being impatient this time.  It was a nice
feeling.  He inserted a second finger inside of me and began a gentle slow
sensual fluttering movement.  It worked like a charm.  Before long he had a
third finger inside of me and was opening me up completely.  I didn't feel
pain, just a little discomfort.

"I think I'm ready" I announced

He didn't stop immediately.  While still finger fucking me, he moved
forward and began to kiss the small of my back.  I jumped.  It wasn't what
I was expecting.  The kisses continued as he worked his way upward.  He was
very skilled.  The whole time he was kissing my back he was managing to
enter me fingers sliding out cock sliding in.  It was orchestrated
perfectly.  By the time I realized what was happening I probably had 5
inches of dick inside of me.  Now he was holding himself prone above me.
Hands on either side of my shoulders arms in the push up position.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked barely above a whisper.

I was lost in a world of sensations.

"No, go on." I responded.

He was stretching me, no doubt, but it felt amazing.  No real pain, but
then, I probably didn't have most of it in.

"Oh, baby" he was repeating almost like a chant.

He was really enjoying this.  He started a gentle thrusting motion, quick
short jabs that introduced more and more of his thick member each time he
did it.  I resisted the urge to cry out 'faster', allowing him the luxury
of taking his time.  He reared back until he was on his knees, pulling me
with him and hoisting my ass into the air.  I took this to mean he wanted
to proceed doggy style, but he pushed my face back into the bed.  He was
starting to hit his stride.  My ass had loosened sufficiently to
accommodate his entire weapon.  I thought he's about to do an all out
assault on my ass, but, he surprised me again.  The strokes became longer
and more rhythmic.  He was pacing himself.  He didn't want to cum too soon.
The smoothness of his movements relaxed me even more.  I found my ass to be
opening even wider to accommodate the monster.  Lube mixed with sweat
dripped down over my balls, as he slid effortlessly in and out of my no
longer tight ass.  The room was filled with the sounds of sex.  The
slippery squishes of his dick sliding in and out of my abused ass.  Our
labored breathing, and our thighs gently slapping together.  I was trying
to take it all in.  The air was humid and smelled of sex.  The entire scene
was making me even hotter.  I began to push back to meet his strokes.  I
reached between my legs and found my cock hard again.

"This is fucking amazing," I said out loud.

"Want more?" He asked, thinking I was talking about the sex.

Was he kidding?  Had he not bottomed out?

"Oh, yeah." I sighed.

He pulled back until only the head remained imprisoned in my ass and then
shoved back in.

"Oh," I grunted.

He repeated this step over and over for a minute or two when I began to
notice his rhythm begin to change.  He pushed my ass to the bed and lay
down on top of me.

"I'm so close baby." he whispered in my ear.

I forgot that he wasn't wearing a condom and allowed him to proceed.
Normally I would've asked that he pull out.  The pace was much more
frenzied now.  He was pressed against my back and the only part of his body
that was moving was his hips.  He pounded my ass hard, while repeating he
was close over and over in my ear.  Then suddenly, I felt him stiffen.  His
entire body tensed.  I actually felt the first jet of his cum leave his
body.  His cock seemed to swell inside of me and I could feel the head
flare before the first shot burst forward into my rectum.

"I love you," he cried at that moment.  Then he resumed his assault on my
ass.

My brain tried to process the statement, but it was as if the words
triggered something within me.  Almost immediately, I too began to cum.

"Chris!" I cried out.

Passion swept over us.  The clench and release of my sphincter, as I shot
forth my seed, really sent him over the edge as he poured the rest of his
load into me.  After a couple of minutes he lay on top of me, breathing
hard and slowly running his fingers up and down my sides.  I didn't ask him
to pull out this time.  I was going to allow him to do it on his own.  He
slowly lifted himself up and eased his member from my ass.  As soon as he
exited I felt some of his semen seep out as well.  I lay there in a puddle
of my own cum, with his load slowly seeping out of my ass.  I was
completely sated.  I just wanted curl up against his chest and go to sleep.

"I meant it," he said laying on his back and fondling his sizeable nutsac.

"What?" I asked.

"I meant it when I said I loved you" he answered.

I crawled over to him and rested my face in his chest.

"I know" I whispered, scared of what it meant.  "I know," I said again to
myself.

(To be continued)