Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2005 18:51:11 -0400
From: lsok68@adelphia.net
Subject: Out of Town - Part II

This is second part of the story begun previously.  All disclaimers from
the initial go around are applicable here.

Again, comments may be directed to lsok68@adelphia.net.

Enjoy.


Out of Town - Part II

The immense ballroom was teaming with people meandering through a maze of
food stations, bars, and oversized decorations.  The unintelligible droning
of hundreds of people filled the room and was punctuated with the sounds of
clattering plates, clinking glasses, and the occasional eruption of
overindulgent laughter.  A band played at the far end of the room with a
few of the conference attendees engaging in various sorts of dancing.

The closing party had been going on for hours already.  The last of the
seminars had concluded in the mid-afternoon and the revelry had begun soon
thereafter.  Chris had spent the past three days engaged in a series of
surprisingly significant conversations with companies ranging of all sizes.
They had even sought him out, specifically.  He was most pleased with the
manner in which he had stepped up his professional game to bring more
business to his organization.  Numerous times he had been required to
answer the nagging questions regarding the potential for his company to be
acquired by one of several leading conglomerates.  Chris' credibility was
further bolstered with the industry's knowledge of his group being courted
by companies of such magnitude.  The additional research dollars that would
be available would help the young startup further develop a number of early
stage product lines and almost surely cement at least three of the deals he
began discussing just days ago.

Still, his mind was elsewhere.  He had ten o'clock dinner reservations and
he was worn out from the past few days.

Days had past since he had met the handsome stranger in that nondescript
bar.  Chris was getting aroused just recalling their short time together.
When the morning had come, the two men began to get a sense that their one
night of indulgence had the potential to be ever so much more.  The
conversation they had shared had quickly delved into some particularly
personal areas of their lives.  Surprisingly, both felt infinitely more
comfortable discussing these issues with a veritable stranger than other
confidantes each had.  Reflecting on the qualities that Chris had desired
in a guy, he began to check off, one by one, those that Taylor embodied.
The level of compatibility was almost frightening.

Although they had oddly not discussed what they did for a living, the
reality of the situation was clear: Taylor was a successful businessman
steeped in a job to which he was very devoted and Chris was loyal to his
company and making significant gains in his own right, professionally.  He
was already in discussions with his management that, should this
acquisition go through, he would be promoted to a very high level.  The
idea of the two beginning any kind of legitimate relationship was
ludicrous.

To complicate matters, Chris recalled the way the two had parted a few days
prior:

As they climbed out of bed, both Chris and Taylor couldn't help but look at
each other.  Their bodies still showed the evidence of their sexual
escapades and their still thick cocks revealed their intense physical
attraction for each other.  Taylor reached forward and stroked Chris's bare
ass as he admired the low hanging balls that slowly swung between a pair of
muscular legs.  His touch excited Chris.  His dick became erect yet again
driving an aching sensation through his groin as though he had over
exercised a muscle.  The exquisite and extensive blowjob that Taylor had
provided now coupled with the abuse Chris had inflicted upon himself in the
shower only hours before to make his cock incredibly sensitive to any
further stimulation.  With each step, Chris' hard penis throbbed.

Chris turned the light on in the bathroom.  Reaching past the curtain, he
started the shower and began adjusting the water to an amenable
temperature.  Taylor, again, reached out and played with Chris' vulnerable
ass using his entire hand to explore the roundness of each of the muscular
orbs.  His touch traversed over the base of Chris' spine and then turned
downward.  Taylor's middle finger came dangerously close to becoming
embedded in the crevice that separated the two hemispheres of Chris' butt.
Upward and down he drew his hand, teasing and playing with the exposed
skin.  His own cock sprang to life and he moved closer to replace his
fingers with the head of his dick.

Chris prepared to surrender himself completely.  He pulled his hand from
the flowing water and reached behind him to offer his encouragement and
direction.  The warm water dripped down Taylor's shaft as his dick
continued its exploration of Chris.  As if aiding him through the dark,
Taylor used his cock as a means to map out the details of Chris' superb
hindquarters.

"Oh, fuck," Chris exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know," Taylor replied quietly.

Chris spun around suddenly.  Their two impressive dicks clashed as if
broadswords being brandished by valiant knights.

"No. That's my cell.  It must be someone from work.  I've got to get that."

He grabbed a towel and rushed to find the phone that Taylor did not realize
was ringing until that very moment.  With a sigh, and a quick stroke of his
dick, Taylor got into the shower and began to clean himself.

"This is Chris," he answered.

"Dude, it's me."

"Jake."

"How's Chi Town?  Did you bag a hottie yet?"

Chris flashed a memory of earlier in the morning just as Taylor was coming.
He smiled to himself and propped the phone between his shoulder and ear so
he could wrap his lower body with the towel.  The terry cloth rubbed
against the underside of the head of his sensitive penis. His cock jumped
and then pressed itself against its confines making a notable outline on
the white material that now hung low on his hips.

"What's going on, pervert?" he asked, avoiding the question.

"Chris, they're coming today.  Everybody is completely freaked.  I'm
completely freaked.  What if they don't like us?  What if we don't like
them? What if they want to change everything?  What if they make us all
corporate slaves and want us to wear suits, and white shirts, and ties to
work every day and..."

"Whoa, Nelly, take a deep breath and follow it up with about a handful of
Xanax!"

"I'm just ..."

Chris sat down on the sofa.  He spent the next ten minutes allaying Jake's
fears that the final visit from one of the companies interested in their
acquisition was specifically to gain a better understanding of how the two
cultures might mix.  He explained that their first representatives were
affable people who had come from small organizations themselves and
understood the importance of a healthy working environment.

As Chris continued his discussion, Taylor exited the bathroom and stood
before him naked and dripping wet.  His body was flush from the heat of the
shower.  He brought a towel to his head and began to rub his hair dry.  As
he did, his soft penis convulsed from side to side and water spilled over
his supple skin.  Bringing the towel away, he shook his blonde locks into
submission and ran his fingers through his hair.  Indifferent to the
agitation, a few stray strands fell forward presenting themselves as golden
scars on his forehead.  Taylor began to dry off the rest of himself,
starting with his chest and moving downward.  The evaporating water and
assault of the towel caused his nipples to pop.  He lifted each leg as he
pressed the water out the hair that entrapped it and extended down from his
groin.  He refocused his attention to his dick, watching his hands scurry
about his member as if servants attending to their master.  He then dried
his arms.  He spun around and dragged the towel across the width of his
back over and over again until he finally removed the last vestiges of
moisture from his tight ass.

The musk of the night before had been displaced with the fresh scent of
cleanliness.

"Are we good, then?" Chris asked trying to get Jake to shut up.

"Sure.  I'm good.  But, hey, a few issues have popped up on a couple of
those tier one projects of yours."

"Fuck," Chris said exasperated as he watched Taylor walk naked into the
bedroom.  "Fine, shoot."

Taylor now realized what time it was and dressed hastily.  One issue
spilled into the next for Chris and it was apparent that his call was
nowhere near an end.

"I really have to go," Taylor explained in a whisper.  "I've got an 11:15
flight."

"I'm sorry," Chris mouthed back to him pointing to his phone.

"I'll call you."

With that, Taylor left the room.  The latch of the door rang loudly in
Chris' ear and, suddenly, he felt oddly empty and alone.

"Dude, you still there?"

"Yeah, `dude', I'm here"

Within ten more minutes, all the issues he needed to address were being
worked and he could finally head to the shower.  Standing up, he dropped
his phone on the couch, and began the short trek to the bathroom.  After
his first step, the towel around his waist fell open and dropped to the
floor.  He stopped and made a saddening realization: neither of the men had
exchanged any kind of contact information and Taylor had no idea how long
Chris would be in Chicago.  They didn't even know each other's last names.
Chris looked down.  He was no longer hard and the softness of his dick
seemed to reflect the now palpable sadness that Taylor was gone.


"Do you have the time?"

Chris turned.  The closing ceremonies seemed to be nowhere near drawing to
a conclusion.

"Oh, sure. It's nine fifteen."

"Thanks, man," the attendee offered and went to join a newly identified
group of cronies.

"Actually, thank you," Chris said to himself.  He needed to grab a cab if
he was going to make is dinner meeting.

++++++++++


The evening skies began to darken with the threat of a cold rain.  The
brilliant blue of the day had been slowly devoured by the grayness of the
oncoming cold front.  Across the still-dry pavement of an old neighborhood,
a host of leaves scurried in front of a few errant pieces of paper in a
frenetic game of tag.  As Chris' cab drove past, the players scattered onto
the nearby lawns as if children being called in for dinner.

As he exited the car, the fresh air reinvigorated Chris' body and spirit.
The gentle wind blew, this time finding its way passed his open collar to
rustle the hair on his chest.  Finally, the technical details of research
projects found their way into the deep recesses of his mind for use at a
more suitable time.  Now, as Chris walked across the street, thoughts of
cabernets and chardonnays mingled with those of asian-fusion entrees and
creme brulee.

Reaching the entrance, he grasped the hard, brushed steel rod and pulled.
The muscles in his back flexed and the door gave way to his will.  The
dimly lit environment into which he had come propelled Chris momentarily
into a sensory rich world devoid of visual cues.  The hearty laughter of a
group of businessmen at the bar was an audible assault and he reeled from
the blow.  As he withdrew, Chris' hand brushed against the soft and
enticing texture of a velvet curtain.  Immediately, a memory of Taylor
flashed in his mind.  The sweet scent of perfume wafted past him entreating
him to direct his attention further into the restaurant.  From seemingly
out of nowhere, a figure appeared and spoke to him, then materialized
further as if a dream becoming reality.

The hostess, a petite young woman with an attractive face but tired and
poorly managed hair, presented Chris with seating accommodations for the
evening.  He was the first to arrive.  Looking at his watch he found that
he was perfectly on time.

Again, he was approached; this time by a young man dressed entirely in
black.  His shirt was tight and unbuttoned casually to expose a teasing
path of young muscle.  His sleeves were rolled up high on his forearms
revealing a set of well defined lower arms painted with soft blue veins as
if dripped from an overloaded brush.  His long caramel colored hair was
pushed back away from his face, yet a few lingering locks refused to be
retained.  They fell past his forehead and rested softly on his cheek.  As
he smiled at Chris, he brushed away the willful tresses.  As if out of
spite, the hair fell back to precisely the same place from which it had
been disturbed.

Chris ordered a cocktail and waited for his dinner companion to arrive:
Bombay Sapphire gin, on the rocks, with a splash of Cointreau, and a lime.
As the weight of the day began to take its toll on him, Chris was
momentarily hypnotized by the microcosm that existed within his glass. As
the ice slowly melted and mixed with the alcohol, tiny, violent storms
swirled throughout the heavy tumbler like so many hurricanes careening
through a chain of islands.

The gin provided ever more relief from the busy day and he rolled up the
cuffs of his shirt to be even more comfortable.  Chris surveyed his
surroundings as the alcohol continued to work its charm.

Exposed brick, softened by plaster infused with strong red hues, was offset
by the warmth of deep brown carpeting and walnut colored chair backs. White
linens added a crisp touch of classic elegance as did the dark-stained oak
doorframes and sharply angled walls and columns.  A contemporary feel, and
almost New York style, was perpetuated by sparse but focused lighting,
copper accents, and high backed leather-clad cathedra-like chairs that
dotted the back wall.  Through a pair of simply etched glass pocket doors,
the wine cellar proudly displayed its complement of international
offerings.  Dancing off the bottles like sunlight through a Tiffany's
window, the accent lighting shone off the slender necks of each pinot,
syrah, sauvignon blanc, and zinfandel.

Still alone, Chris continued to enjoy his cocktail, caressing the glass
with just the tips of his fingers and disturbing the moisture that had
arisen.  Beads of condensate were forced together until, like dominoes,
fell one upon the other to forge a tiny, vertical river down the side of
the crystal.

Bringing the glass to his lips, Chris savored the liquor and lifted his
head to see the world passing by the front window.  The massive frame
enclosed the activity as if watching an immense television.  How sad, he
thought, that the activities of actual people should remind him of a
television show.  Regardless, the real world of a metropolitan city was
passing by: one, then two, then two more late night joggers ran down the
lonely street seemingly lost from a race route long since abandoned; a vast
array of vehicles went by at random times - first a broken down Monte Carlo
carried its driver engulfed in the pounding bass line of a hip hop song,
then a middle aged couple, the woman wearing far too much make-up, slowly
drove past in a convertible BMW, shortly thereafter a little red sports car
followed, not bothering to pay attention to the traffic signals that were
approaching; an older couple, bundled in thick overcoats, walked past
wrestling with their two cocker spaniels, it not being clear who was giving
the other the exercise.

A car pulled up to the valet stand.  A slender, attractive, young man
bounded with a cool demeanor to the driver's side door and held it open for
the man who was gathering his personal items.  The two began an exchange
that appeared to be awkward for the young man, but they ultimately parted
with smiles.  Exiting the car and entrusting his vehicle to the valet,
Chris' dinner companion had arrived.

Chris stood from his chair delighted to have the excuse to reenergize his
body: he flexed his thighs letting blood course into his leg muscles, he
pulled back his shoulders and felt the fabric of his shirt stretch across
his chest.  Walking toward his dinner partner, he smiled to meet him.

"How the hell did you ever know of this place?"

"I was in Chicago about a year ago on business," Chris explained, "and this
was suggested to me by one of the guys at the meeting.  I vowed to come
back if I could."

"Nice. I'm glad I got in touch with you!"

"When I got back to my room and saw that message light blinking, I was
completely shocked.  I knew it wasn't the office, because they always call
my cell.  No one else would have reason to call me.  I was hoping that it
would be you."

The caramel haired waiter appeared once more, this time to attend to the
needs of the restaurant's newest patron.

"Scotch, straight up," Taylor requested. "So, you didn't trust me when I
said that I'd call you."

Chris blushed.

"No, I just didn't ... I wasn't sure how you would ... oh, hell."

The two laughed and proceeded to bandy about all the dinner options that
were available to them and began to develop a rapport with their waiter.
Wine was to be the potable for the remainder of the evening, which merited
a review of the menu in an attempt to pair their indulgence with their
meals.  The waiter casually placed his hand on Taylor's shoulder, and
assured the men of the wisdom of their methods.

Opening the soft leather bound menu, a host of epicurean pleasures were lay
bare for the taking.  Cherries, ripe with sweetness, were served with the
contrast of the sharp assault of bleu cheese and tanginess of balsamic
vinegar.  Calamari, flash fried to crispy perfection, was accompanied by
the fire of thai chilis but soothed with the cool, freshness of cucumber.
Individual pizzas offered an orgy of toppings that lay intertwined on crisp
beds of dough and ranged from caramelized onion to honeydew melon.  Hearty
cuts of beef, ribs, and pork tenderloin, all ingenious in their simplicity,
promised to thrust forth a host of flavors from their Mediterranean and
Asian influences.  Finally, pastas were offered with exotic cheeses and
silky cream sauces to satisfy the desires of even the most particular.

Their food and wine selections made, Chris and Taylor were left alone to
their conversation and the candlelight.  As if continuing their very first
discussion, they spoke of matters both weighty and insignificant, both
heartwarming and heart wrenching.  They began to share feelings about the
past, and desires for the future, of dreams fulfilled, and fantasies left
unrealized.  As the hours passed, they satisfied their hunger, imbibed to
contentment, and watched the flickering light of the candle become less
significant.  Ultimately, it was time to part.

"How about one last drink at the Hancock Building," Taylor suggested.

"I would love to, but it is incredibly late and I fly out tomorrow and I'd
have to get back to the hotel and ..."

The valet, having acted with great alacrity, had brought forth Taylor's car
and was happy to relinquish it from his care.

"Great.  Get in."

Chris got into the passenger seat of the Mercedes.

"It's no wonder you're so successful.  You just don't hear anyone tell you
anything you don't want to hear."

"Actually, that's not true," Taylor replied as he turned the car toward
downtown. "I listen to more than just what people are saying.  I listen to
what they mean."

"Alright, Amazing Creskin, what did I mean."

"You were quite clear.  You meant: `I'd love to.'  Not only did you mean
it, you actually said it."

Chris was too relaxed to argue.  The fullness of his days, the richness of
the food, and the volume of alcohol he had drunk all mixed to make a
formidable weight against which he struggled.  He allowed himself to be
swallowed up by the heated leather seat of the luxury car and put his fate
in the hands of the man who was beginning to show signs of being so much
more than just a sexual dalliance.


++++++++++


Once again Taylor relinquished his vehicle to the hands of a valet and he
and Chris made their way inside the skyscraper.  Entering the elevator,
Taylor directed them to the 90th floor.

"Taylor, I know you live in the city and all, but being a tourist, I happen
to know that the lounge is on 96," Chris protested.

"You're right," Taylor said matter-of-factly.

"And?"

"And what?"

"You said we were going to have a drink in the Hancock building."

"You have real trust issues don't you?"

"No, I ..."

The doors opened and Taylor stepped out.  Turning, he asked Chris, "Are you
coming or not?"

Stepping out of the elevator, Chris was confused.  He followed his dinner
partner down the hallway and around a number of turns.  They stopped in
front of a door into which Taylor inserted a key.

Stepping inside, Chris was astonished at what he saw and then he finally
realized what Taylor was thinking.

"You fucking live here?"

"Um, yeah.  This is my place."

Chris surveyed the surroundings.  The apartment was on the south-west
corner of the building and overlooked the city as it disappeared into the
distance.  Windows spanned the entire length of the home and the bedroom
was situated on the corner providing a stunning view.  Chris was
inexplicably pulled into the family room, illuminated solely by the lights
emanating from the city, and walked directly to the bank of glass.
Approaching the view, Chris saw the living, breathing city below.  Traffic
still filled the interstates and highways.  Brake lights, tail lights, and
headlights were the blood cells that pulsed through the veins and arteries
that flowed to and from the heart of the metropolis.

Stunned, Chris turned around.  The home was decorated elegantly, yet
sparsely.  Contemporary tables were softened by overstuffed couches and
tapestry upholstered high-backed chairs.  A very modern fireplace, exposed
on all sides, provided the only suggestion of an internal wall.  Far to his
right, Chris saw a baby grand piano, its ebony sheen reflecting the
flashing light of a far distant signal.  Classic sculptures of the human
form offset abstract paintings propped upon stylized easels.

Suddenly, the fireplace roared to life then immediately scaled itself back.
The orange light washed over Chris.  As his eyes adjusted to the imposing
brightness, he saw Taylor.  In the glow of the fire, he stood stripped to
the waist, his pants partially open, holding a remote control.  Shadows
overtook the room: Taylor's imposing figure was thrust upon the back wall
in full silhouette; the chiseled curves of his toned frame were highlighted
with dark streaks pronouncing his every muscle; the molehills that were his
erect nipples obstructed mountainous quantities of light from reaching
their intended targets; the angular features of an entire side of his face
retreated from sight as if frightened by the warmth of the blaze.

"I know this is insane," he began, "but I couldn't bear to have you leave
without spending one more night with you.  I didn't fly two and a half
hours after three days of meetings talking about joint ventures, and
mergers, and acquisitions without the intent of at least seeing you again.
I simply can't escape from what you have brought me in the less than twelve
hours that we have known each other.

"I'm sitting in the middle of a boardroom and all I can focus on is the
image of waking up in the middle of the night, in your hotel room, with
your hand resting squarely on my dick."

"I don't remember ..."

"You wouldn't.  You were sound asleep.  Please know that I'm not trying to
force myself on you..."

"Um, Taylor?  You're standing there half naked after having plied me with
liquor, essentially kidnapping me, and tricking me into coming to your
apartment.  Some would interpret that as a little heavy handed."

"Okay, point taken.  But know that my intentions are ..."

"Honorable?" questioned Chris.

"Well, no.  But not ..." he stopped in mid-sentence.

"Oh for godsake!  I'm an intelligent human being! I'm educated.  I'm
successful.  I'm well adjusted."

"You're humble," quipped Chris.

"Why is this so hard?  This defies everything that a sane person would go
through for someone he had just met."

 "Actually, you forgot something," Chris started as he approached his
handsome captor.  "You're passionate.  This is not something that a sane
person would do.  This is not something that an insane person would do.
This is what a passionate person would do."

Chris reached up and cupped the back of Taylor's neck in his hand.  Chris'
thumb traversed the strong line of his jaw and could feel onset of the
golden beard that would eventually need tending to.  The whiskers seemed to
grip him back as if validating that his touch was desired and urging him to
linger.  His fingers intermingled with the thick hair at the base of
Taylor's head.  Squeezing gently, he massaged the back of his neck as he
brought his other hand around and rested it atop the small of his back.
Inadvertently, his fingers found themselves resting atop the waistband of
Taylor's briefs.  As if sensing only minimal resistance, they took
advantage of the opportunity and spontaneously worked their way underneath
the fabric and sought out Taylor's body.  The feeling of Chris' fingers on
his flesh caused Taylor to stir and his crotch to begin to grow.  Slowly,
and measuredly, Chris tilted his head forward while tightening his grasp on
the stunning man in his arms.  His lips met Taylor's.

Softly, they began to kiss.  Their lips intertwined and released in short,
intermittent, moments of intimacy.  Each time their mouths met, they moved
their heads to a slightly new position as if to ensure each kiss was as
different and unique as a snowflake or a fingerprint.  Chris remained
steadfast in determining the pace of the encounter while Taylor worked to
push the limits.  As Taylor opened his mouth wider to gorge himself on the
fruit of Chris' lips, he was met with a host of subtle refusals and
redirections.  His lust continued to grow as did his dick.

Taylor's arms were now around Chris' waist, while Chris began to explore
the exposed skin of Taylor's back and torso.  Moving in figure eights all
over his lover's skin, Chris' hands began to map the vastness of Taylor's
hard body.  Occasionally, he would bring both his arms up the center of
Taylor's back and his strong biceps would embrace the defined lats of his
partner.  It was as if every part of Chris desired to know every
counterpart of Taylor.  Their hips ground together forcing Taylor's pants
further open and down his hips.  Chris' hands returned to the flesh that
was covered by the soft cotton of Taylor's briefs.  Again, he plunged his
hand downward this time with more force and with a greater sense of
purpose.  He grabbed handful after handful of Taylor's taught ass and
massaged the mighty flesh.

Taylor kicked off his shoes and let his pants fall to the floor.  A
resounding thud sliced through the soft fluttering sound of the fire as the
buckle of his belt hit the hardwood.  Reluctantly, he separated himself
from the man whose lips seemed to be providing him with life giving energy.
Stepping back he prepared to discard the last vestiges of clothing and
hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs.  Pausing momentarily,
he looked directly into Chris' eyes.  His gaze communicated that he was
about to lay bare his body and wholly offer it to the will of the man
before whom he now stood.  Hooking his thumbs into the elastic that
encircled his toned waist, he pushed the back half of the garment down to
expose his tight ass.  Moving his hands forward he repeated the process.
His erect cock burst forth as if a prisoner escaping the fabric confines
that was its cell.  With a noticeable slap, Taylor's impressive member
bounced off his lower abdomen before settling to its promontory position.

Taylor reached out and took Chris' hand.  Placing in fully on his hard
dick, he encouraged Chris to stroke him.  Up and down Chris' hand traversed
the underside of Taylor's penis.  His caresses became longer and longer as
his fingers reached past Taylor's balls and teased his hole.  The full
length of the journey was smooth with a few soft hairs being the only
resistance.

Chris continued attending to the rigid dick as he stepped forward to close
the gap between himself and his destined lover.  Again, he leaned in and
began to kiss Taylor, this time on the side of his neck.  The strong
muscles strained as Taylor threw his head back in pleasure.  Chris
continued to lick and suck as he moved from smooth skin to the rough
texture of a day old beard and back again.  The landscape over which Chris'
mouth traveled continued to change and evolve as long tendons and sinew
were stressed and relieved in Taylor's ever evolving convulsions of
pleasure.  Taylor moaned with satisfaction.

Moving further down, his sensual and wet exploration continued.  Chris was
reveling in the scent of a day's worth of Taylor's living as his manliness
combined with the spice of his cologne to create an aroma like none other.
He tongued the hollow of Taylor's neck before running down the deep
cleavage that resided between the muscles of his chest.  Scrambling out of
the canyon of pectorals, Chris made his way to Taylor's right nipple.  He
extended a wet tongue and encircled the tempting nub of flesh.  Over and
over, he attacked the very tip of the sensitive bud and then sucked on the
whole of the protrusion.  Lightly, he dragged his teeth across the rigid
tit and then returned to tonguing its most prominent part.  Taylor gasped
repeatedly from the attention his chest was receiving and gently pushed
Chris' head further into his self.

All this time, Chris' hand continued to coax and encourage more rigidity,
more strength, more growth, and more heat from of the weighty and engorged
cock that beckoned below.  As was expected, a rushing stream of sweet
pre-cum had developed that helped lubricate Chris' actions.  All over the
stiff rod and prominent ball sack, a sheen of glistening liquid reflected
the soft light. Taylor began to rock his hips to meet each stroke.

Leaving Taylor's chest, Chris returned to kiss his neck.  Moving upward, he
once again felt the abrasive touch of Taylor's growth. Further he moved
until he buried his mouth into the jaw of his excited plaything.  He
planted his lips on the warm skin and used his tongue to caress it.  He
could feel Taylor's heartbeat, fast and throbbing.  He withdrew himself for
a moment to see his lover rapt with pleasure, head thrown back, and mouth
open.  Again, he began kissing Taylor's full lips.  This time, however, the
quick pecks and soft intertwining of lips were replaced by fevered attacks
of frenzied aggression.  Using his whole mouth to its fullest ability,
Chris devoured Taylor, engulfing his entire mouth.  His tongue thrust
itself into the warm, wet recesses and tore through their every nook like a
hungry animal frantically looking for prey.  Simultaneously, he increased
the attention he paid to the rock hard dick in his hands and started to
jack it off with renewed intensity.

Taken aback, Taylor instinctively brought his hand up to Chris' chest as if
to protect himself.  In a mere moment, however, his apprehension was
replaced with full on desire.  As Chris continued to pull and suck on his
lips and tongue, Taylor's fingers clenched and grabbed hold of the material
that separated him from the touch of his lover's skin. The wad of fabric
confined in Taylor's grip forced the rest of Chris' shirt to pull over his
wide back and strong shoulders.  The buttons strained to maintain their
composure.

To Chris, it felt as though every part of his body was engorged and growing
larger.  His dick was fully erect and struggling to burst free.  His chest
was now fully aware of the stress of the fabric that now pulled and
stretched across its immense expanse.  Even his shoulders seemed to be
ripping at the seams of his shirt as if revolting from tyrannical
oppression. His lips were now round and full from the assault they were
inflicting and the counterattack to which they were subjected.

Taylor broke free from Chris' mouth.

"Oh my fucking god!" he breathlessly exclaimed.  As his passion overtook
him, Taylor felt immense power in himself.  His heart raced and his chest
heaved.  His cock pulsed.  Flexing his arms, he felt the power of sex
inundate every muscle in his body.  A wave of lust washed over him and he
reveled in swimming in its tumultuous currents.

Needing, in a very real sense, to feel the hot skin of his lover, Taylor
convulsed in a fit of desire.  Arching forward slightly to engage the
strong muscles of his back, he tensed his round firm shoulders nearly
involuntarily.  With an explosion of strength, he flexed is thick arms and
pulled.  Muscles throughout his upper body worked in unison and the
ropelike striations were highlighted by the flickering light of the
fire. The buttons of Chris' shirt were no match for the onslaught of
Taylor's physique and rained down like the last embers of a brilliant
exploding firework.  Taylor had torn the shirt right off of Chris' back.
He now stood just as naked and exposed from the waist up.

Shock and astonishment overtook Chris.  Never had anyone shown such a
physical manifestation of lust to him in his life.  Chris' dick was rock
hard now and was almost continuously pulsing pre-cum.

In reaction to Taylor's assault, Chris thrust his naked chest to his
partner's and forced their mouths together.  The power of his movements
caused Taylor to stumble backward until the two ultimately fell onto his
bed.  With the weight of Chris' full body on top of him, Taylor was almost
crushed.  He loved the feeling though and would have been happy to lapse
into a coma so long as he could feel the strong chest of his lover rubbing
against his own.

With Taylor prone on the bed, Chris took advantage of the opportunity to
reciprocate for the blow job he had gotten just days before.  Licking his
way all down Taylor's torso and playing with every inch of exposed skin,
Chris finally found himself only inches away from Taylor's throbbing cock.
It looked awesome in every way.  With a furtive glance upward to see
Taylor's face once more, he opened his mouth and impaled himself on
Taylor's hot and cum covered dick.

Immediately, he could taste the sweetness of the oceans of pre-cum that
Taylor had been spilling.  It mixed with his saliva to create a slick
coating over which Chris' tongue ran.  He was a little kid with a piece of
candy, sucking on it greedily as if it would soon be taken away from him.

He could feel the swollen head rub the roof of his mouth and then plunge
into the back of his throat.  He raised his tongue to provide more friction
to the underside of the giant dick that he protected within the fleshy, wet
recesses of his jaws.  All the while, his hands played with Taylor's
vulnerable balls and the soft region behind them.  Rolling them in his
fingers, he could feel the wetness of his spit that had run down the length
of Taylor's rigid shaft.

"You have to stop.  I'm going to come!"

Taking Taylor's dick out of his mouth momentarily, Chris looked up.

"Tell me why I should stop," he insisted as he continued to masturbate the
throbbing cock he had been servicing.

"I'm so close.  You have to stop or I'll shoot."

"I get that, but won't it feel good?  Won't that feeling of your hot jizz
shooting onto my chest feel so fucking good?"

"Well, ungh, of course, but not yet. Not yet."

"Go ahead then, keep yourself from coming.  Make it stop," Chris taunted as
he continued to play with the ruby red head of Taylor's mighty cock.

"I can't.  I can't.  It's too good.  It's too much.  Ohh!"

"Why can't you.  Are you too far gone?  Are your balls all tight and ready
to explode?  Has your sack pulled up and drawn taught to your ass?  Is the
head of your dick so sensitive that if I lick it you'll pop?"

"Shut up.  Ungh.  Shut the fuck up! It feels so good!  Stop.  Please stop!"

Chris' tongue was ravaging the most sensitive parts of Taylor's massive rod
during his protests.  Saliva was dripping off of his balls.  Chris
continued to suck noisily.

"Oh, Chris, you have to stop or I'm going to shoot," Taylor pleaded.

"Your dick is so hard right now.  It's like steel."

He continued to jack him off.

"It feels so good.  It's strong in my hands and your pre-cum is sweet.  I
can taste it, you know."

He moved his hand to cup Taylor's balls and found them completely recessed
into his crotch.  He massaged the tight, empty sack of his scrotum and
toyed with the area just shy of his clenching hole.

"Yeah, I can tell you're close.  Can you feel that?  Can you feel me
rubbing you down there?  I'll bet you can and I bet you like it."

"Ungh, no" was all Taylor could say pleadingly.  He was desperately trying
to block out Chris' coaxing. He reassured himself over and over that he was
in control and that he would not release the massive amounts of cum that
were welling up inside him.  Each time he felt he had overcome the
pressure, Chris found some new way to torture him.

"What if I do this?" Chris questioned as he slid his fingers back further
behind the base of Taylor's rock hard dick and started to play with the
entrance to his ass.

 "Would that be better?  Would that take your mind off the fact that I've
been sucking and stroking and groping you?  That you've been waiting for me
to do this for over three days?  That when you think of me and my raging
hard on that you touch your own dick and imagine me with you?  That the
memories of me with my hands all over you while you slept keep you hard?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Fine," Chris acquiesced but reengaged his mouth to other activities.

Bobbing his head forward and back, his nose buried itself time and again in
the blonde bush of Taylor's wet crotch.  As he pulled back for every new
assault, he twisted his hands around the shaft of Taylor's throbbing and
aching penis.

"Oh my god you feel so good," he teased further.  "I want to pull the cum
right out of you.  I want to feel it splash all over my chest and drip down
my abs.  I want your hot cock to fucking explode and then keep pumping more
and more jizz until you fucking collapse."

Taylor couldn't help but envision the scene that Chris was describing.  He
imagined his dick, fat and hard, shooting stream after stream of white cum
all over Chris' manly chest.  He could hear the thick liquid splattering
against his lover's skin and then watched it disintegrate into streams that
rambled over the tight muscles of his abdomen.  Over and over his cock
convulsed and threw an unending deluge of spunk over the naked torso in its
path.  Pools of cum rested in the depressions between Chris' collar bone
and his traps.  One of his nipples dripped with the salty liquid.  The hair
on his chest directed the flow toward the center of his body and poured
down the channel defined by his abs.

Taylor was beginning to lose control.

"Tell me what you like," encouraged Chris.  "Do you like it when I rub your
ass, like this?  Do you want me to play with your nipples and rub your
awesome chest?  Do you want me to jack you off while I kiss you and thrust
my tongue into your hungry mouth?"

Taylor's eyes were squeezed tightly shut.  Again, he tried to concentrate
on everything other than the visuals that Chris was forcing into his head.

Meanwhile, Chris resumed his oral workout on Taylor's nearly exhausted hard
on.  He flattened his tongue and placed all his attention at the base of
the crown, easily the most sensitive part of a man's cock.  Relentlessly,
he licked and sucked and toyed with this particular area.  His mouth and
lips were slick with the combination of his own saliva and Taylor's
honey-like pre-cum.  He could tell that more of it was flowing now.

It was then that Taylor lost all control.  As if overtaken by the sexual
energy that existed between him and Chris, he was no longer responsible for
his actions.  His hips began to pump his dick in and out of Chris' mouth.
He reached down and made sure that the orifice he was fucking would not
leave.  His triceps were tight resisting Chris' halfhearted attempts to
remove himself from Taylor's crotch.  Sweat began to drip down his armpits
and similar beads of liquid were prevalent all over his clenched abs.

"You want to get me off, then?  Fine.  I'm going to pound your face until I
come all over your fucking body.  Here, take that big dick.  Take it deep.
Suck my cock!"

The intensity became to be too much for Taylor.  As much as he wanted to
control Chris' mouth, his arms flayed outward and slammed against the soft
bed making a thud.  He convulsed and his muscles tightened.  A long, deep
line spread from his pit down his arm showing the sizable biceps that he
had developed.  He brought one leg up and laid it out wide as if to give
Chris even more access to whatever pleasure zones he could find.  His thigh
twitched under the extreme contraction.  His chest was taught and fanned
out as though a page from an anatomy book.  Chris could see the rapid pace
of Taylor's heartbeat in the center of his heaving chest.  His head rolled
from side to side as though trying to unscrew itself to escape the
exquisite, sexual torture.

"Go, goddammit, go!  Get me off.  Make me cum.  See if you can!  See if you
can make me give up my spunk!"

Both Chris and Taylor knew this was merely bravado.  There was no way that
Taylor could last much longer.  Every nerve ending in his body was now tied
directly to his raging dick.

Taylor strained to lift his head and watch Chris service his enormous
member.  Up and down Chris' head bobbed.  In and out of the glorious
wetness he watched his dick disappear over and over again.  It felt as if
gallons of cum were just at the brink of rushing through floodgates that
inexplicably wouldn't open.  The pressure was building and becoming more
intense.

Chris removed his mouth and spat in his hand.  He was determined to
conclude this first round now.  Focusing all his attention on the
incredibly sensitive head, he flattened his palm and swirled around the cum
slit relentlessly.

Taylor screamed.  "Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  You son of a ... fuck!

"Come on, you fucker, come on.  You can't take this anymore.  You're dick
is screaming to let go.  Let your cock come.  Show me that cum!"  Chris
encouraged.

With one last traverse up and down Taylor's marble shaft, Chris hit the
crown of his dick and all hell broke loose: Taylor moaned and then when
silent trying to gasp for air; his back arched high off the mattress; his
cock throbbed like none other throwing his hot jizz everywhere; thick cords
of white liquid jetted from his slick penis splattering against Chris'
chest and ricocheting back onto Taylor, one after another the ropes of cum
took an obscure path from one chest to the next as if by touching both they
could share the experience and the pleasure.

"Unngh, unngh, unngh," Taylor grunted with every convulsion.

Pools of creamy liquid dotted Taylor's chest and abdomen.  Chris' hand was
now full of Taylor's seed and he used it to further coax more and more jizz
out of the still rigid cock.  Taylor's hips bucked wildly from the
continued stimulation and caused the pools of cum to break down.  Now
streams of liquid fell from his body following the soft levees outlined by
his ribcage.  His pristine bush was now a marsh of saliva and cum.  The
head of his dick throbbed and shone in the reflected light of the city's
lights, one last drop of dew hung precariously from the crown.

Chris righted himself and felt the warm streams of Taylor's load begin to
migrate downward toward his abs.  He took the remnants of what used to be
his shirt and wiped his chest and stomach, then his hands.  His penis was
screaming for release and was still penned up within his slacks.  As he
stripped off his clothes, a large wet spot showed prominently on the front
of this boxer briefs.  He removed them with a sigh of relief.  Taking the
shirt, he then gently wiped off his lover.  The fabric strained to contain
the copious amounts of liquid that required attention.

Relatively composed, the two men arranged themselves next to each other on
the bed and, without another word, fell asleep exhausted.  The cold of the
night was fended off by the heat of their bodies and the heat of the still
burning fire.  They needed covers neither for modesty nor protection.  Even
after their intense sexual engagement, both men retained rigid cocks that
proudly and prominently displayed themselves in the suggestive hopes of
being put to use once more.


++++++++++


Although the strain of the past days had tired Chris, the strange
surroundings and unfamiliar bed interrupted his sleep.  Just hours after
having passed out from sexual exhaustion, his eyes opened again.  Looking
around, he reacquainted himself with the exquisite home.  Next to him, laid
out with reckless abandon was Taylor.  His chest softly raised and lowered
as he breathed deeply.  One arm lay over his abdomen, his fingers casually
intermingled with his blond bush, while his other arm stretched out above
his head.  His legs were casually splayed open exposing his hefty sack.
His strong dick, that Chris could still taste, was raging hard and pointed
toward his left nipple.

Chris got out of bed and walked to the windows.  Gazing out, he was
astonished to see the frenzied pace of the city still seemed to be running
exactly as it had hours ago.  Where could all those people be headed at
this hour?  He leaned forward and rested his forearm against the support
structure of the window.  The metal was cold and sent a chill down his
entire arm that seemed to concentrate in his tit.  Nevertheless, he
remained and absorbed the cold into his overheated body.  He was transfixed
on the goings on below.

Taylor moved in bed and quietly awoke, as well.  Concerned that Chris was
not next to him he sat upright and began to search his home.  Quickly, he
came upon his prize.  There, resting against the wall of glass, Chris
stood, naked and erect, the full force of his body being supported by his
back and one shoulder.  The city lights illuminated him in a silver glow
that gave him the appearance of a being of pure metal: a titanium statue of
pure masculine strength.  The lines of his body cut a form in the night
that exuded quiet power.

Getting out of bed, Taylor made his way to the naked observer peering out
into the night.  His bare feet made no sound as he made his way ever closer
to the nude statue that occupied his home.  As he approached he reached out
and brought his hand underneath Chris' arm and placed it firmly on his
cooling chest.  He could feel the taut bud of an erect nipple at his
fingertip.  He pressed himself against Chris' exposed back and his hard rod
instinctively settled between the two round muscles of his ass.  Chris
groaned in approval.

Together they watched the darkness work to betray the efforts of the
multitude of lights that served to illuminate the night.  Further out from
the city, it appeared as though an oncoming storm of blackness was destined
to overwhelm the thousands of flickering points.  But in a show of force,
the singular lights banded together to push back the onslaught and protect
the city from the ravages of the void.  In the window, the reflections of
the two men peered back at them as if hovering in the nothingness - gods
watching and encouraging the power of the light to defend the city.

Taylor closed his eyes and began to run his hands over Chris' body.  There
was something hypnotic about his form that drove Taylor to continued sexual
heights.  Using both hands, Taylor caressed and fondled every conceivable
part of Chris' torso.  He ran the flat of his hands over the prominent pecs
of his chest and played with the tips that were sensitive to his touch.  He
wrapped his arms around his waist and felt the tightness of his abdominal
muscles and the clench of his obliques as the light touch tickled his
sides.  He traveled up the widening sides, over his ribs, past his lats,
and cupped his hands in the cotton softness of his underarms.  Continuing
upward, he reached the rounded shoulders that led down to a set of thick
arms.  With every passing moment, he pushed himself further into Chris' ass
and his dick throbbed with excitement.

Returning to Chris' chest, Taylor plunged one hand all the way down his
body finally reaching the engorged cock that pointed outward.  He grabbed
the raging dick and began to stroke it.  Chris pushed his hips backward as
if to be certain Taylor's reach was not compromised and to encourage his
dick to seek deeper refuge between the mounds of his butt.  Using his free
hand to pinch Chris' nipple, Taylor continued to fondle and rub the full
length of his love slave's penis.  Over the tip and then down the shaft, he
made one continuous motion.  Over and around the hard on, Taylor's hand was
relentless in its desire for discovery.  It traveled into Chris' bush and
massaged the base until cascading over the edge to reach the balls that
hung between Chris' muscular legs.  With a very light touch that preceded a
full blown assault, Taylor manipulated Chris' smooth ballsack and its
tantalizing contents.

Chris was completely aroused.  Not only could he feel Taylor getting ever
harder while stuffed deep in the crevice of his ass, but his own cock was
being expertly attended to, and his whole body was attuned to Taylor's
touch.  He suddenly realized that he was being jacked off seemingly in
front of an entire city.  No curtains obstructed his view.  There was
nothing covert in their actions: they were two men, utterly exposed,
completely naked, fully erect, and wholly enraptured with each other's sex.
A small drop of clear fluid dropped from his dick to the floor â€" a
cautionary flare, brilliant in the light as it plummeted to its death.

With one hand, Chris endeavored to grab Taylor's tight butt and encouraged
him to pleasure himself in the warm confines of Chris' ass.  His hand
passed over the deep indentation of the fit rump and grabbed hold of the
strong muscle from behind.  With his other hand, Chris reached overhead and
coaxed Taylor's head forward, feeling the softness of his thick hair
between his fingers.  He could smell the sweetness of his own scent as his
head careened backward past his exposed armpit.  He was now completely
vulnerable.  The whole front of his body was a target for any kind of
assault imaginable.  Meanwhile, Taylor's hands continued their exploration
as if looking for a chink in the armor of Chris' torso.

"I want you to fuck me," Taylor whispered in his ear.  "I don't want to
jack you off. I don't want to suck your dick.  I want to make you come by
fucking me.  I want you to fuck me."

Taylor rubbed Chris' dick harder now as if giving a fighter a last minute
bolstering massage as he sits in the corner waiting for the first round
bell to sound.

In a moment of explosive willpower, Chris broke free of Taylor's
mesmerizing touch.  Thrust back into reality, he spun around and faced his
sexual assailant.  Grasping him behind the head and, again, by his taught
ass, he pulled the mass of a man into him.  Their bodies met with a soft
thud and seemed to map themselves against the other.  Their mouths worked
each other over as if trying to find the perfect interlocking position in a
fit of panic.  Their strong chests met and created a vertical cavern
between the four slabs of meaty muscle.  Their tongues played with each
other trying to discern subtle differences between the two wildly thrusting
units of flesh.  Their obscenely rigid dicks ground into one another and
their streams of pre-cum swirled and combined together in a torrent of
sexual chemistry.

Both men grabbed and squeezed and groped the other.  Their flesh began to
beam red from the furious manhandling.  Chris reached down behind Taylor's
knee and pulled up his leg.  His biceps strained under the load of the
heavy thigh and sweat began to bead upon his chest and forehead.  Spinning
himself around, he forced Taylor up against the plate glass.  The top of
Taylor's ass was now pressed firmly against the cold window and his back
and shoulders absorbed an instant wave of cold.  The frigid shock pulsed
its way throughout his body: he let out a quick gasp; his dick jumped as if
being prodded by an icicle; his nipples became extremely hard, almost
painful; the hair on his arms quivered in response to the stimulus.
Trapping him in this vulnerable position, Chris positioned himself to
molest the soft puckered entrance to Taylor's ass.

Through Taylor's bush, past his rock hard cock, and past his balls, Chris
drove his hand ever downward until he felt the dimple that he sought.
Prying between the tensed muscles of Taylor's hard butt, he moved his
fingers back and forth all over the tender opening.  Occasionally, his
finger dipped in slightly, before scurrying away in a furtive game of cat
and mouse.  Taylor clawed at Chris' back encouraging him to probe deeper
and more frequently.  He panted and groaned in ecstasy.  He fondled the
straining arm that was essentially holding him captive and traced the vein
that protruded with prominence.

"I want you inside me," Taylor whispered, again, breathlessly.  "I, ungh,
want to feel your hard dick plunging into me over and over again.  I want
you to fuck me."

Chris looked at Taylor.  From their position now, it appeared as though
they were floating above the city with their nakedness and sexuality on
display for everyone.  As if oddly trying to keep their plans a secret,
Chris whispered back.

"I want nothing more"

With Chris' concurrence, the two men parted only briefly enough to make
their way to the bed.  As they pulled back from each other, their bodies
groaned in the sense of loss.  As if trying to maintain even the slightest
bit of connection, a thin thread of silken and shimmering intermingled
pre-cum clung to the heads of each of their anxious and aching rods.

Within a moment, Taylor was back in his bed and reaching upward, beckoning
Chris to lie upon him.  Taking his time, Chris stood at the foot of the bed
and peered down at his waiting lover.  Taylor's striking features were
awash with desire and veritably begged for Chris to overpower him with his
sexuality.  For all of Chris' apparent aloofness and superiority, his hard
dick betrayed the coolness he fought to portray.  Giving in to his lust, he
threw himself onto bed, the impact of which caused both men's cocks to
jump.


Chris fell such that the head of his penis was just shy of Taylor's ass.
His lover's impressive hard on was now trapped beneath Chris' right nipple
and Taylor's hard stomach and kissed Chris' tit leaving a slick, clear
smudge of liquid sex.  Moving downward, Chris let his tongue drag down the
valley of Taylor's middle until he reached his dick.  He engulfed the
massive cock and swallowed it down.

"Oh!"  Taylor exploded, surprised at the speed and completeness of Chris'
oral activity.

Just as quickly, however, Chris moved on until he reached Taylor's
haunches.  Sitting upon his knees, Chris gave himself some leverage, lifted
Talor's ass off the bed, and bent him in two so he could properly attack
the waiting receptacle.  Taylor's cock was now pointed directly at his own
mouth appearing to stretch itself to reach the warm wet confines in hopes
of receiving a similar treatment to which it was just recently denied.

His ass fully exposed, Taylor was ready for everything Chris had to offer.
Soon he was being prodded and lubricated with the dexterous digits of his
gorgeous manhandler.  His butt was wet and his hole was being carefully
stretched in preparation for a much larger violation.  He could feel Chris'
fingers grazing his prostate and with every pass, his dick jumped and
somehow got harder.  A crystalline pool was forming as waves of pre-cum
dripped onto the base of his chest.  He yearned for his magic spot to be
continuously assaulted and drive waves of pleasure right to his cock and
throughout his entire body.  His anticipation caused his heart to race and
his patience to wear thin.

"Just fuck me," he pleaded, the whispering a ploy now long forgotten.

"I don't want to hurt you," Chris began.

"Just fuck me," Taylor pleaded again as though not hearing Chris at all.

"I'm just ..." Chris began.

Taylor reached forward and took hold of Chris' stiff prick.  He fondled it
as he moved it strategically to his waiting ass.  The head grazed his
sensitive hole and he thrust his hips forward.  Chris pushed Taylor's hand
away and grabbed his hips with one hand and his dick with the other.  He
continued what Taylor had started and began to use the force of his massive
body to assist in breaching the seemingly inviolable entrance that Taylor
was offering.

Slowly his dick progressed deeper and deeper into Taylor.  The pleasure
each man experienced resulted in mutual moans of delight as if speaking a
foreign language of sex only the other could understand.  The head of
Chris' dick was penetrating Taylor now and as the widest part stretched him
fully, Taylor became even more vocal.

"That's what I need.  Come on, fuck me.  Deeper.  Oh, you feel so good.  I
need more of your dick!"

Chris flexed his ass muscles causing them to dimple and drive his cock
further into Taylor's tight butt.  Suddenly, the head of his penis was
swallowed up and Taylor clenched his ass around it.

"Aiigh," Chris wailed.

Now, he couldn't stop.  With this first milestone having been met, all
caution was thrown to the wind.  Both men realized that this was not going
to be gentle lovemaking.  This was not going to be cuddling by the fire.
This was raw, carnal, lust; pleasure seeking fucking.

Priming himself for his first full thrust, Chris pulled out of Taylor.  His
hole closed up and Taylor instantly felt empty and yearned for Chris to
return.  Chris repositioned himself placing his hand just below Taylor's
armpits.  Using his strong frame, he braced himself against his thick arms
and used his wide back and round shoulders to steady the weight of his
impressive body.  Taylor grabbed hold of Chris' upper arms and had
difficulty wrapping his fingers around the strained triceps and full
biceps.  Moving his hands up and down the pillars that supported his fuck
mate, he found a comfortable grip and held on.  Chris walked his knees
closer to Taylor's defenseless ass and prepared to invade.  His steely dick
refused to point anywhere but straight up his defined stomach and he had to
physically direct it to the entrance of Taylor's ass.

With his rigid cock primed and poised for execution, Chris took one more
look at Taylor.  His eyes were pleading with desire and his blonde hair was
tussled and in disarray.  He looked amazing.  He kept gazing at Taylor's
strong visage as he gently entered him to the point of their last
engagement: just the head of his dick.  Taylor's eyes shut and his mouth
opened in a silent gasp of pleasure.  Chris allowed his upper body to sink
down to afford him the opportunity to kiss Taylor's lips once more.  Taylor
opened his eyes in surprise, having expected the full onslaught of Chris'
hard on to plunge deep into his depths. He smiled softly.  Chris pressed
himself upward.  His pecs pulsed with power and his arms flexed under the
load.  Taylor admired his strength.

Using his well developed legs as driving pistons, Chris pushed himself
further into Taylor.  Deeper and deeper he went forcing himself
relentlessly into Taylor's ever expanding ass.  Each inch was a new
experience in sexual ecstasy.  He could feel the tight canal trying to
prevent itself from being breached to no avail.  The power of his muscles
and obsession would not let him be denied.  All the while, his dick grew
harder and harder as it was stroked and massaged by the reluctantly
yielding walls it succeeded in defying.  In one final burst of fury, Chris
plunged himself all the way into Taylor.

"Oh, god!  Oh, god!  Oh, god!"  Taylor shouted repeatedly.

Chris directed the full weight to his cock and forced it all the way to its
hilt into Taylor.  His balls now rested softly on the muscles of Taylor's
ass and the head of his dick could feel the keen presence of Taylor's
prostate.

"Oh, that's so huge.  Your dick is so huge!  Ungh ... so good."

Immediately, Chris began pumping his overstimulated cock in and out while
Taylor screamed with pleasure.  Using the full length of his prick, Chris
continued to pound into Taylor's willing ass that kneaded and pulled at its
every nerve.  The wide crown of his penis rubbed against the soft insides
and pulsed with lubricating pre-cum.  The veiny sides of his dick provided
extra stimulation to Taylor's hole.  Sweat began to pour down his chest
from the exertion that he was content to maintain.

"More, more.  Oh, fuck, keep going.  Give me more!"

Chris redoubled his efforts and pulled his cock completely out of Taylor
for a split second and then plowed into him with the full force of his
manhood.  The head of his dick ravaged Taylor's prostate and his whole body
rocked with pleasure.  Again, Chris repeated this maneuver, slamming his
raging hard on as deep as he could go into the sexual confines of Taylor's
butt.

"Give me your dick.  Fuck me!  Ram me!  You told me four days ago you were
going to `fuck the hell out of me' so now is your chance.  Give me your
cock, godammit!"

Taylor's hands flew to Chris' ass and urged him further.  Pushing against
the taut muscles of Chris' nearly hairless butt, Taylor could feel the
strain of the muscles as they contracted just before his canal was rammed
with the magnificent, raging dick.  His chest twitched and the striations
in his shoulders flared with every pleading.

Chris rocked back and placed Taylor's legs against his broad shoulders.
Reaching around his thrusts became faster but slightly shallower; he
grabbed hold of Taylor's leaking prick and began to jack it off feverishly.

"Oh, geezes!  Oh .. oh ... oh"

Tears were forced down Taylor's cheeks from shear rapture.  This was
everything he had hoped it would be: a strong thick dick filling him up and
then leaving him wanting more; constant attention being spent on his
engorged dick; the perfect visual of a fit man working every muscle and
fiber in his body to bring him to climax. Unconsciously, he began rocking
his hips in a vain attempt to have Chris penetrate him deeper.  Throwing
his arms over his head, he grabbed hold of the open slats of the headboard
and used the furniture to impale himself on Chris' fast moving cock.  His
entire body tense, his muscles showed the strain and effort he was putting
forth to bring himself to climax.  Sweat ran down his torso freely, now, as
his arms, thick and round, flexed against phantom restraints.

"Fuck my ass.  Fuck me harder!"

Chris' breathing was heavy.  His abs were stinging with pain from being
called into use with every single thrust.  Between the two men, the scent
of sex permeated the room.

"Oh, god, you feel so good.  Give me more, give me more."

Throwing himself forward onto Taylor, Chris came close to collapse.  He was
close to coming, but exhaustion kept him from achieving that glorious
release.  The two men breathed heavily on each other, their sweat covered
chests pressed against one another.  Recognizing his fuck buddy's fatigue,
Taylor rolled the pair over and placed himself on top.  Chris' dick popped
out of the tight confines of Taylor's ass, regrettably.

In an instant, Taylor was straddling Chris and had lined up his waiting
hole with the steely rod of Chris' cock.  Without the slightest hesitation,
Taylor let his full bodyweight plunge downward, impaling himself on his
lover's stiff dick.  His ass rammed into Chris' pelvis, his balls rubbed
against Chris' steely bush, and the bed rocked.

"Aigh!" both men screamed in simultaneous ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck!"  Chris followed with some surprise.  It felt as though his dick
was six feet long and Taylor was squeezing every inch of it.

Taylor had found the position that was going to send both men to climax.
With every gravity induced thrust, Chris' cock head would ram itself
against his prostate.  He could tell that Chris was close and his massive
rod was prepared to pump out loads of cum in just moments.  His strong
thighs worked and strained to keep up the pace that would ultimately send
them both over the edge.  Chris found renewed strength in Taylor's efforts
and began to thrust his hips upward to send their bodies crashing together.
The physicality of their sex was testament to the well developed physiques
of each man.

Chris' additional might brought Taylor to his limit.

"Oh, oh, I'm gonna ...fuck me ... keep going ... I can't...."

Taylor's babbling only excited and energized Chris further.  He rammed his
hips upward with ever more force and grabbed hold of Taylor's bouncing
dick.  Forcefully, he fucked his cock with his hand, ramming the base of
his fist against Taylor's lower abs and sweat drenched bush.

Taylor was beyond euphoria and couldn't conceive of handling any more
stimulation.  In a moment of sexual perfection, Chris' dick slammed into
Taylor's prostate at the precise moment his fist engulfed the head of
Taylor's raging hard on.  A spasm raced through Taylor's body like
lightening splitting the night sky.

"FUCK! Ungh!"

For the second time that night, Taylor's prick shot forth copious amounts
of pearly liquid onto Chris' chest.  The second orgasm seemed unaffected by
its predecessor as high arching streams of cum jetted out of his pulsing
cock head.  One after another, the streams of warm jizz sprayed over Chris
and skidded over his sweat covered body.  Threads of salty fluid stretched
their way across Chris' heaving torso forming a spider web of sex.  Pools
of perspiration and cum formed at the base of Chris' neck and at the
junction of his lower chest and upper abdomen.  His nipples pointed out
from his body, surrounded by the explosive remnants of Taylor's ecstasy.

Taylor's convulsions caused his ass to slam shut on Chris' dick but also
caused him to lose his bearings.  Falling backward, Taylor's clenched ass
threaded along the full length of Chris hard penis.  As the crown of his
cock squeezed its way out of the confines of Taylor's tight hole, Chris
felt a familiar tremor emanating from the base of his dick.  Chris gasped
for air.

His cock fully extended, but trapped pointing downward, ached as the cum
began to percolate through its length.  Taylor and Chris were now
completely disengaged and Chris' hard dick began to fling itself toward his
abdomen in sweet relief.  As it made its journey, the head brushed the
underside of Taylor's balls and began spewing forth its creamy contents,
the first geyser painting Taylor's spent dick with warm liquid.  The second
spurt hurled from Chris' erupting hard on and threw jizz in a sweeping arc
from his pubes all the way to his chest.  Taylor watched in lust and
amazement as Chris' throbbing member pumped forth load after load of cum
that intermingled with his own on the masculine mounds of Chris' chest.

Chris' abs were still tight and defined.  The last of his spunk made its
way out of his worn out cock and puddled into the delineating lines of his
lower torso.  He could feel the rivulets of cum speeding down between his
legs as they meandered through his bush.  His naked balls glistened,
bejeweled with errant splashes of liquid sex.

"... fuck ..." Chris whispered, his eyes closed.

His body shimmered.  Sweat and cum caught the sharp rays of the incoming
lights of the city.  He appeared as a hero spent of all his powers.  He
opened his eyes and turned to Taylor.

"By the way, you owe me a new shirt."

"Noted."