Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 08:06:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Right Time, Part 6

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If you are
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THE RIGHT TIME
by M.J. McLean
Part 6


"That's mine," I said, snatching the check from the waitress.

"You sure?" Mitch asked.

"It's my treat tonight," I insisted, pulling a credit card from my
wallet.

Mitch smiled. "So what -- is this a date? Are we, you know, going out
now?"

I paused. "I am if you are," I said.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Mitch said.

"Excellent," I said with a grin, "now let's go home and get naked. I
bought dinner -- you owe me some, baby ... "

Mitch looked at me closely, trying to decide if I was kidding. "Nic ..."

"Don't worry," I said. "I know what we agreed. Don't worry."

What we agreed was a little unusual given the events of the past couple
of weeks, but the situation was a little unusual, almost as unusual as
this "first date." When I stopped to pick Mitch up for dinner, he told me
we needed to talk for a minute before we left. He actually used the words
"We need to talk," which gave me the chills, bad TV cliche or not.

We sat down and Mitch took a breath, then told me about the details he'd
left out of his account of the pool party and about his encounter with
his young coworker a few nights later. I was surprised, but my relief
drowned out any feelings of hurt or jealousy.

He finished with a hurried summary of what happened earlier today, when
the young coworker more or less broke things off, even though Mitch
reassured me there was nothing to break off.

"So that's the whole truth now," he said with a sigh. "I won't blame you
if you're pissed or if it changes things between us."

I didn't say anything right away, mostly for dramatic effect. Then I told
Mitch about my other evening with Shane, or Internet Boy as I called him.
I said I didn't expect to see him again because he apparently had met
someone else.

Neither of us spoke, then Mitch started to giggle. "Damn, Nic, we're not
exactly the good little church boys we were a few weeks ago, are we?"

I laughed too. "Guess not," I said. "If only our moms could see us now
..."

That brought down the room. Mitch's face clouded. "I don't mean see us,
you know ... doing it ... I mean ... sorry, that didn't come out right
... I mean that wasn't what I meant." I was flustered now, but Mitch
touched my leg.

"I know what you mean, don't worry," he said.

"Listen," I began. "Let's do this. What happened, happened. It doesn't
mean anything now. But let's stop playing games, too, no more of this
'are we friends, are we gonna do it, is it right ...' I mean, we kinda
blew through the whole 'make the first time special' thing, right?"

Mitch gave me a sheepish grin.

"Right," I said. "So here's the deal: I like you, Mitchell James Baxter,
I like you a lot. I'd like for us to date and if we want to, I'd like for
us to screw 'til we can't stand up. But let's just let it happen. The
time will be right if we just don't force it or try to analyze it too
much. Let's just be normal homos, but let's also be true to who we are,
and for me, that means I wanna get to know you a little bit ... I wanta
to wine you and dine you and I want you to wine me and dine me. And then,
if you're lucky, Mr. Baxter, maybe I'll let you lick my dick ..."

Mitch burst out laughing at that, but I could tell my little speech had
hit its mark otherwise.

"Well, Nicholas Ian Cawley ... " he began, his eyes twinkling. "I think I
could go along with that. But I've learned my lesson, you know, I'm not
easy any more. You're gonna have to make it worth my while... you're
gonna have to make me want to ...um ... you know ... "

I chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Cool. So we're OK? OK. Let's go eat, I'm
famished."

We talked all the way through dinner then had coffee afterward. Mitch
dropped me off at my place and at the door, we said goodnight and kissed.
I felt chills. This was what I was looking for. This is what I'd been
missing all these years.

The two of us were together every night that week. We went out, we stayed
in, we cuddled on the couch, we even made out a little and for a minute
or two one evening, we dry humped on the couch, our bulging, but clothed,
crotches tight against each other.

But that was all. We weren't playing games; we were just waiting for it
to happen. We were also working early hours, which meant we couldn't play
late. And I know Mitch was getting more and more nervous about next week.
His parents arrived Sunday for a week-long visit and before they left, he
planned to tell them he is gay. He admitted he wasn't sleeping well at
all, which was one reason I didn't push anything.

On Saturday we cleaned Mitch's apartment. We scrubbed the guest bathroom,
put fresh sheets on the bed in the guest room, cleaned the kitchen and
then cleaned it again. Mitch said his mom would notice anything, which is
why he took just as much time on his own bathroom, just in case she
wandered in, as he was certain she would.

We also straightened the place. Mitch gathered up copies of The Advocate
and Out and Echo and boxed up gay-themed books from his shelves.

"I know I shouldn't have to do this," Mitch said, with a little sadness
in his voice. "But I can't start anything until I'm ready. And she
notices. She notices everything."

I just nodded. I'd done the same thing once.

It was after 9 when we finally finished. Mitch was exhausted. The week of
sleepless nights was catching up to him. But he was hungry and so was I.

"Call in an order to that good Mexican place we found, OK?" he said. "I
have margarita mix and tequila. We'll fiesta one last night before I turn
back into a pumpkin."

I called the restaurant and then hopped in my car to go pick up the food.
When I got back, Mitch had a pitcher of margaritas ready. We scarfed down
the food and went through the pitcher pretty fast. He mixed another and
we put a movie in the DVD player. I sat on the couch and Mitch leaned
back against me. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him soflty on
the head.

We drained a second and then part of a third pitcher of drinks before it
all set in. It hit Mitch harder. He fell asleep barely an hour into the
second movie. I knew I wouldn't be far behind. I guess I was staying
over.

I tried to rouse Mitch and helped him stumble into the bedroom. I dropped
him in the easy chair he had in the corner of the room, then turned down
the bed. I undid the button on his shorts, pausing for a moment when I
realized how near I was to what I wanted and yet how far. I managed to
pull his shorts off, leaving him in blue striped boxers. I pulled his
shirt off as well.

He stirred as I walked him over to the bed. I sat him down, then helped
him lay back on the pillow. I went into the bathroom and peed and then
stripped off my own shirt and shorts. I walked out wearing just my black
boxer briefs. Mitch was about half awake and trying to pull his boxers
off.

"Gotta ... gotta ... be ... naked. I sleep naked. Gotta sleep naked," he
was saying.

I tried to stop him, told him he was fine, that he just needed to sleep,
but he pushed my hands away and finally pulled his boxers off.

So there he was, the man I'd been dreaming off, naked at last. I pulled
his legs around so he was laying in the right direction and put his head
on a pillow, then stood there, just taking it all in. His body was
perfect to me, not too skinny, not musclebound. He had beautiful legs,
nicely shaped knees and calves. He had very little chest hair, but a nice
treasure trail that started below his belly button.

His cock was soft tonight, maybe four inches or so that way. He was cut,
like me, and his balls hung nicely. I yearned to touch him, to take him
in my mouth, but I couldn't. I pulled the covers over him. I was about to
peel my own shorts off, but decided against it and instead, for some
reason, I found an old t-shirt of his and put it on. I slipped into bed,
wrapping myself around him. I fell asleep with him in my arms.

Neither of us stirred until after 10 the next morning. I woke up first
and got up to pee. When I came back, Mitch had kicked the covers aside
and was sprawled on the bed. I stood and watched him, then got back in
bed. I lay on my side, reached over and touched his face, caressing it. I
lightly stroked his chest, his arms, his hands. Suddenly, I felt his hand
grip mine, bring it up to his mouth and kiss it.

He opened his eyes groggily. "Wow. It's morning. Hey there, Niccy, hey
there."

"Hey there youself," I said. "How do you feel."

"Kinda hung over, but better." He looked around. "Hey, I'm naked!"

"You insisted last night," I said. "You said you had to sleep naked." He
smiled sheepishly. I giggled: "This is kind of a change, isn't it? You're
naked and I'm not!"

Mitch rolled over a little and lunged at me. "I'll change that right
away!" He grabbed for the shirt to pull it off. I fought him playfully
and we wrestled, rolling back and forth on the bed. Finally, he yanked
the shirt over my head and tossed it away. He tickled my chest and
stomach and then grabbed the boxer briefs.

I resisted again and we wrestled some more, laughing, arms and legs
tangled. He finally got a good grip on the shorts and pulled, then he
pushed me back and sat on me, holding the shorts in the air like a
trophy. We laughed, then I saw something that left me breathless.

All the wrestling and rolling around had left us both with hard-ons.
Mitch was sitting on my thighs and I could see both our cocks, within
inches of each other. His was a tiny bit shorter than mine, probably just
over 7 inches, but a little thicker. He saw me staring and looked down.
He let out a tiny gasp.

"Wow," he said. "Here we are."

"Yeah," I said. I reached up and touched his cock, feeling it in my hands
for the first time. I pulled it toward mine until they were touching. It
was like electricity shot through them and I shivered a little. Mitch
wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked the two together for a
minute.

He lowered himself on top of me and we kissed passionately. I ran my
hands through his hair and wrapped my legs around him. Our cocks were
together and I felt harder and more turned on than ever. I rolled over
until I was on top of Mitch and continued to kiss him as I thrust my hips
against him, feeling our hard cocks together.

I moved down slowly, kissing his chin, his neck, his shoulders. I found
his nipples and sucked on them. He moaned to let me know he liked that. I
took each nipple in my fingers and squeezed as I continued to work my
mouth down his chest, his stomach. I followed the treasure trail with my
tongue, until I felt his cock under my chin.

I eased my head up and grasped his hard-on. He moaned again. "Do it, do
it!" he whispered. I touched my tongue to the tip of his cock, tasting
his salty precum, then I wrapped my lips around the head and ...

... and the phone rang. Shit. "Let the machine get it," I said, but Mitch
shook his head.

"It might be ... Hello? Oh, hi, mom ... yeah, of course I'm up ... " He
tried not to giggle as he looked down at his erection. I opened my mouth
and let his cock slide down my tongue. Finally! He shivered and let out a
little whimper, then I felt him move his hips. I looked up and he shook
his head and mouthed 'no, not now."

"I'm OK, mom," he said into the phone. "I just hit my toe. I'm fine
really."

Defeated, I let my prize go and fell back on the bed. I listened to Mitch
explain to his mother where he would pick them up. I watched both our
cocks deflate. That's a sure way to ruin a mood. I reached over and
traced circles on Mitch's stomach.

"All right mom, I'll be there in 10 minutes tops. You guys get your
luggage and be out on the north curb." He hung up.

"Shit," he said. "I forgot they were getting in so early. I'm sorry, Nic,
god, you don' know how sorry I am, but this is it. Can you make the mead
and tidy up in the kitchen while I get dressed? I will owe you forever if
you can do that so I can get over there. If I'm late, they won't let me
live it down the whole week."

He jumped up and started getting dressed. I put on my own clothes, made
the bed and then went out to clean up the kitchen. Mitch emerged a few
minutes later, dressed in a polo shirt and Dockers.

"Don't say a word," he said. "They will notice how I'm dressed the first
day. I'm sorry, Nic, I'm so sorry to do this to you. But this has to go
well for me, OK? I will talk to you every day, but we're probably going
up to the Grand Canyon sometime this week, so that'll depend on my cell
service."

He snatched up his keys and was about to leave when he stopped and walked
back to the kitchen. He rummaged in a draw and pulled out a key.

"All this means right now," he said, "is that you have to lock up after
you're through. I don't give my key to just anyone, you know. I am a
gentleman." He giggled, then leaned over and kissed me. I grabbed his
head and held the kiss a little longer, letting our tongues find each
other. Finally he pulled away.

"That's enough. Can't pick up my parents with a hard-on, can I?" he said.
And with that, he raced out.

The week dragged without Mitch, but luckily, we had another deadline at
work, so I stayed busy, working late some evenings. Mitch called to talk
for a while late every night, after his parents had gone to bed. We
talked about what he was doing, how his parents were keeping him on his
toes.

"They brought up the 'when are you going to find someone to settle down'
issue today," he said one evening. "I froze for a minute, then just
blurted out 'well, I'm kinda seeing someone now.' Which was dumb because
of course they wanted to meet 'her' and I had to make up something like
'I'm not sure I can do that, I think I remember something about a trip
out of town.' Then I changed the subject. Nic, I can't do this anymore."

"I know you can't," I said. "That's why you're going to tell them."

"It's going to kill them," he said.

"No, it's not," I said. "Give them some credit. You're still their son.
And near as I can tell, you're one helluva son."

Early Wednesday morning as I was leaving for work, Mitch called.

"We're going to the Grand Canyon today and my camera won't work," he
said. "Can I borrow yours?"

"Sure," I said. "But I'm on my way out and I can't be late ... um,
listen, I'll leave it on the table and leave a spare key under the mat. I
think that's the easiest way."

"You're the best," he said.

"Well, you don't know that yet, do you?" I said.

"Just make sure there are no naked pictures of you left on the thing,"
Mitch said.

"You should be so lucky," I said. I found the camera and left it and the
key as promised.

That night, he tried to call, but kept losing his signal before we could
talk. So he text messaged me.

"Doing fine," he wrote. "Changing subject often. Miss you a lot."

I texted back: "Miss you even more. Don't fall, don't push them either."

"Very funny. Too many witnesses. Maybe later. Still miss you."

That night, I got an e-mail from Shane. I hadn't heard from him since our
last time.

Nic,

Just wanted to say hi and tell you thanks again for being so

good to me. I had a great time with you and won't forget it.

You still turn me on! ;-) Anyway, I'm kinda seeing someone

right now, someone from my past, and I'm hoping it goes

somewhere. I like him a lot and I think he may like me. We'll

see. I just wanted to say thanks and I hope we can maybe

get to be friends. I'd like that a lot.

Take care

Shane

I wasn't sure what to make of the note, but replied with a quick one of
my own, wishing Shane good luck and telling him I thought it'd be nice if
we were friends. I didn't expect to hear from him again.

Mitch's parents were flying home Saturday around 2. Mitch planned to have
the big talk before then. He'd put it off until the last day, against my
advice. I told him that was a stressful way to end a visit, but he said
he couldn't handle another day with them if it went badly.

That morning, I decided to take my bike out to a mountain park and ride
for a while, get some air and some exercise. I kept my cell phone with me
in case Mitch called, but I heard nothing.

Not five minutes after I got home, the phone rang.

"Hey," I heard a voice say. "It's me. It's over. Done. I told 'em and now
they're on their way home. So that's that."

I froze. He sounded miserable, like he'd had his life torn apart, like
someone had punched him. What do I say now? I told him everything would
be OK. I promised him it would work out. Now his fam --

"Gotcha!" he said. "Gotcha, didn't I? I would so love to see your face.
Hey, I know, I'm comin' over to see your face! Dude, baby, sweetie,
honey, I told 'em and they didn't push me off the balcony or out of a
moving car or anything! I'm out, Niccy, I'm really out!"

"You ass!" I said. "I'd be pissed, except that I'm so happy I could cry.
Mitch, that's the greatest news! So they were OK with it?"

"I wouldn't say OK," he said. "They were shocked and a little upset and
not thrilled, but they promised they would try to understand and told me
I was still their son and they loved me. I'd say it went better than I
ever expected."

"I wanna hear all about it," I said. "When are you coming over?"

"On my way anytime," Mitch said. "I can't wait to see you and tell you
everything and ... well, I can't wait to see you! It's been a week!"

"C'mon over, then," I said. "Give me a bit of time to shower and clean up
-- I've been out on the bike all morning and I'm kinda stinky. Gimme a
half hour or so, then show up, OK?"

"Try to stop me," he said.

I hustled to my room and peeled off my sweaty clothes. I turned on the
water and when it was hot, jumped in the shower. I let the water run over
my naked body. I washed my hair and grabbed the soap. I was so happy for
Mitch, so thrilled for him, so ... so damn horny for him. I reached down
and soaped up my cock and felt it grow in my hands as I thought about
Mitch. Maybe tonight would be the night, maybe ...

"You look you could use some help with that thing," I heard a voice say.

I was so startled I nearly fell on my naked ass. I turned just in time to
see Mitch climbing into the shower with me. He was naked. I smiled and
grabbed my cock, which was growing even harder.

"You think you could help me with this?" I said. "Let's see what you got,
boy."

Mitch laughed and wrapped his hand around my cock. He moved under the
water with me and kissed me. I felt his tongue find mine. I pulled him
closer, running my hands up and down his back.

"How the hell did you get here so fast?" I said. "And how did you get
in?"

"I was almost here when I called," he replied. "And you gave me the key
..." He planted his lips back on mine.

My cock was at full hard-on now and I could tell his was too. I pushed my
tongue deep into Mitch's mouth. I felt his hands on my face, on my neck
and shoulders, sliding down my wet body, down my back. He thrust his hips
toward me. I could feel our cocks rubbing against one another and I
thrust back. I came up for breath and then ran my lips and tongue down
his cheek until I reached his ear. I bit it gently, sucking on the lobe.

Mitch found my nipples and squeezed each one. Then his hands slid down my
chest and stomach until he found my cock. He grabbed it and pulled on it.
I found his and slid it between my legs, then did the same with mine. Our
hips thrust again as we kissed, the water streaming down our faces.

Suddenly, Mitch dropped to his knees and pulled my cock toward his mouth.
He let it slide on his tongue and then took it in his mouth. I shuddered
a little as his tongue worked the bottom of my shaft. He held on to my
ass as he began sucking. I could feel my cock sliding down the back of
his mouth, into his throat. I began to thrust in softly. He sucked
harder.

After a minute or two, I pulled Mitch to his feet again and kissed them.
Then I turned him and pushed him against the wall. I found the soap and
lathered his ass and then my throbbing cock. He moaned a little as he
realized what was coming. I pushed my cock against his ass and eased it
in. The warm water and the soap smoothed the way. I began to fuck,
slowly, reaching around to pinch his nipples with one hand, reaching for
his dick with the other.

I fucked Mitch a few minutes more, then decided it was time to move to
drier ground. After one more thrust, I pulled out. I turned him around
and kissed him again, then reached down and turned the water off. We
stumbled out, our hands still all over each other. I pulled at a towel
and dried Mitch, then let him dry me. I led him to the bed.

We lay down and began making out again. I pulled myself on top of Mitch
and felt his legs pull me closer. We rolled back and forth as we kissed,
our cocks rubbing against our still damp bodies. I rolled toward the edge
and reached into the night table and found the condoms and lube.

"I wanna try something," Mitch mumbled. He took the package and ripped it
open with his teeth. I smiled. He took out the rubber and pushed me on my
back. He licked my cock a little, then put the condom on the tip. He used
his lips to roll it down. My cock grew harder as I watched. When my dick
was sheathed. Mitch rolled on to his back and spread his legs.

"I'm ready now," he said hoarsely. "I want you in me."

I opened the lube and squirted some on my cock and then on his ass. I
crawled between his legs and lifted them slightly, onto my shoulder.
Staring into his eyes, I re-entered him. He closed his eyes briefly as my
cock found its way inside, then opened them again and stared back at me.
I began to fuck him again.

Mitch began stroking his cock as I thrust my hips toward his. I held onto
his legs as I fucked faster. I'd never felt so hot, so hard as I was
then. I looked at Mitch: "God, Mitch, I wanna come in you," I said.

"Come in me, Nic, I wanna feel you come," he said.

I thrust faster and faster and Mitch stroked his cock faster. My body
began to shudder and I felt shivers in every part of me. I whimpered a
little and thrust one more time, pushing my cock as far into Mitch as I
could. I cried out as I felt the most intense orgasm of my life. My cock
shot spurt after spurt into the rubber. I could barely see straight as I
grasped Mitch's legs.

As I cried out again, Mitch tensed, squeezing my cock with his ass. He
stroked his cock a few more times and then yelled something. His cock
jumped and began shooting. Come splashed across his chest and stomach.
His load was as big as I'd seen. Finally it subsided and he closed his
eyes and sighed.

I pulled out of him and carefully pulled the come-filled condom off my
cock. I dropped it in a wastebasket and then fell on top of Mitch. I
kissed him again and felt his come smear across me. We lay like that,
kissing, caressing.

"I think," I said finally, "that we need another shower." We both
laughed. I got up first, then helped Mitch. We were both slick with come.
I turned on the water and we washed each other, then dried off. I led
Mitch back to the bed and then went to get drinks.

We spent the next two hours naked, in bed, talking, touching, feeling
each other, kissing. I licked Mitch's cock again and he sucked on my
balls. We watched TV, then talked again. He told me about his week with
his parents and filled me in on the big talk. We both cried a little as
he talked.

"I feel free for the first time in my life," he said. "I feel free and I
feel so good being here with you. I can't believe we waited so long, but
I'm glad we did. God, I've never felt so alive. It's like ... I'm just
glad we're doing this now."

He leaned over and kissed me, tweaking my cock at the same time. "You
know what? I am so hungry. I'm famished. I haven't eaten since breakfast.
What've you got to eat?"

"Not much," I admitted.

"Take-out?" he asked.

"Menus are on the fridge," I replied.

We settled on Chinese, called in the order and went back to bed, scanning
the channels for something to watch while we waited. About 40 minutes
later, we heard the knock at the door. I rolled out of bed and grabbed
some shorts ... then I had a thought. What the hell. I took a towel
instead, holding it wrapped around my waist.

I answered the door. A cute guy, probably 20 or 21, stood there with the
food. I took a breath.

"Lemme get my wallet," I said. I turned to a table on the other side of
the door and grabbed my wallet and as I did so, I "accidentally" let the
towel drop. I stood naked in front of the guy as I looked for cash and I
realized I was growing half-hard this stunt was so turning me on.

"Here ya' go," I said, holding out the money. His eyes were wide and
couldn't help checking out my cock. Bingo! I thought. He took the cash
and handed me the food. "The change is yours," I said. I'd included a
generous tip to make up for my little show, although at this point he
seemed more interested in me than the money.

"Th-th-thanks," he said, finally turning to go. I smiled as I closed the
door. That's one fantasy fulfilled. I took the food to the bedroom, naked
an almost hard.

"You did not answer the door like that," Mitch said.

"Nope," I replied. "Had the towel for a minute ... then it sorta dropped.
Delivery guy didn't seem to mind."

Mitch howled as I jumped on the bed. "Neither did you from the looks of
that," he said. He pushed me back and scooted down until he had my cock
in his hands. He licked the head and was about to start sucking me.

"I thought you were hungry," I said.

"I need an appetizer," Mitch said. He guided my hard dick into his mouth
and began sucking. I closed my eyes and felt his wet mouth slide up and
down my shaft. I felt his teeth occasionally, but it didn't hurt. I
looked down and watched him suck, watched his head bob up and down. I
reached down and ran my hands through his hair.

He found my balls as he sucked, squeezing one, then the other, then both.
He massaged my ball sac a little and ran his finger back until he found
the sensitive spot. My hips bucked gently. He came up for air now and
then and licked the top and sides of my dick, then popped it back in his
mouth. Finally, I felt myself tense up.

"I'm coming," I said quietly. "I'm so close, Mitch, watch out."

It only made him suck harder. I could hold it no longer. I dug my fists
into the bed and thrust my hips up slightly and felt my cock let go
inside his mouth. He stopped moving his head and swallowed as quickly as
he could. I was impressed. When I stopped shooting, he let my cock slide
out of his mouth. A little come dribbled down his chin. He was grinning.

"That was better than anything in that bag," he said. He climbed up and
kissed me. I tasted the strong, salty come still on his lips and his
tongue. I reached down to find his cock, which was hard. I began to
stroke it.

"No," he said. "Not now. Let's eat. I have plans for that later."

We dug into the food and ate lazily as we watched TV. About an hour
later, Mitch's eyes began to droop a little.

"You're exhausted," I said. "You've had a pretty intense day. Your
parents, all this ... you need to sleep."

"I know," he said. "Let's hop in the shower and clean up, 'k?"

I got up and found fresh towels in the closet and then started the water
in the shower. Mitch followed me in. We soaped up and washed each other,
pausing to kiss every now and then. I felt Mitch move behind me and wrap
his arms around my body. He caressed my chest and stomach as the water
poured over us.

Then I felt his stiffening cock press against my ass and he started to
swivel his hips a little. He found a bar of soap and slid it between my
ass cheeks, lathering me up, pushing it against my hole.

"Mmmmm," I said. "What's going on back there."

"We're doing it all tonight, stud," Mitch whispered. He pushed his cock
against my ass and I moaned a little.

From beneath the shampoo, he produced a condom.

"You're sneaky," I said.

"You have no idea," he replied. He opened the package, pulled out the
rubber and unrolled it on his dick. He lathered it and my ass again and
then positioned himself behind me. I felt his cock push against my ass
and I relaxed. The warm water had loosened me and with the soap suds, he
slipped in quickly.

I felt a brief flash of pain again, but nothing like the first time.
Mitch pushed until he was all the way in. I could actually feel his balls
against my body. He started to fuck, very slowly at first. The water
streamed over us both as he moved a little faster.

After a few more thrusts, I found his rhythm and moved my hips slightly
with his. He held me tight, tweaking my nipples, biting my ear. I reached
around and found his hips and grasped them. God, this felt so hot.

"Fuck me, Mitch, fuck me so I'll never forget it," I whispered. That
encouraged him. He thrust a little faster. I put one hand on the shower
wall to steady myself. I could feel Mitch's hard cock inside me, touching
my pleasure point with almost every thrust. I looked down and saw that I
was hard again and I began to stroke myself.

"Oh, god, Nic, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" Mitch cried. "Ohhhh,
awwww, ohhhhh ... " He thrust two or three more times, then stopped and
grabbed me tightly. I could feel his cock twictching and his hibs bucking
slightly.

"Ahhh ... unnnh.... unnnnh ... ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod!"

That was all I needed. I stroked a few more times and felt my own cock
start to move. I shot a load on the shower wall, almost as much as I'd
shot a while ago.

We stood there for a minute or two more, the water washing down our
bodies, Mitch's arms around me. Finally, he pulled out and unrolled the
condom, dropped it on a corner of the tub. He turned me around and kissed
me deeply. I pulled him close. We washed each other off again, then
turned off the water and dried off.

In bed, the lights off, I moved behind Mitch and wrapped my body around
his. We fit perfectly. He was already nodding off. I kissed his head
gently and then closed my eyes. I didn't know what time it was when I
finally fell asleep and with Mitch in my arms, I didn't care.

TO BE CONTINUED