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SAM AND CHRIS
Chapter 3: The Date
I worked most of the day on school work I had to complete before Monday. I finished my English Comp paper, my computer science homework, and read the history assignment. I avoided the Chemistry reading as I was totally bored with Chemistry and was glad I only had to take one Chemistry class. Sawyer and I took breaks to get breakfast in the cafeteria and lunch at a local hamburger dive just off campus.
At 5, I started getting ready for dinner with Chris and picked out three outfits before I hit the shower. After the shower, I stood naked beside my bed that held my choices. I tried on all three outfits and modelled each for Sawyer.
"What do you think?" I asked Sawyer about the first which consisted of tight 501's and a red, tight fitting A&F t-shirt.
"It looks good," Sawyer responded. "I'm not a gay dude, so I have very little fashion sense. But, I think it shows off your assets well."
"What assets?" I asked.
"Nice basket," Sawyer replied. "I think that's the appropriate reference. Nice chest. Nice arms. Let's see the others."
I stripped and pulled on my second choice, a snug fitting polo and looser fitting 505's. "This?" I asked Sawyer.
"Nice," Sawyer began, "but I think the other shows off your body better."
"Okay," I said. "I guess this is out then." I shucked my second choice and donned my third and final outfit which consisted of black, well-worn 501's and a black, tight-fitting, plain t-shirt.
"How about this?" I asked an attentive Sawyer.
"That's it, dude!" Sawyer said. "The jeans have just the right worn look around the crotch and ass. The t-shirt is perfect. You need black boots though."
"I was going to wear flip flops," I retorted.
"It's your date, Sammie," Sawyer said as he continued to survey my choice. "But, I think the boots would be good. You do have black boots, don't you?"
"Yea," I said as I rummaged through my closet floor. "How about these?"
"I'm no gay boy, but I think those will be perfect," Sawyer confirmed.
I grabbed a pair of black socks and pulled them on and then shoved my feet into the boots. "Do I look like a hooker?" I asked with concern.
"You want to get Chris's attention don't you?" Sawyer commented.
"I guess you are right," I agreed. "This is it, then."
I finished putting some gel in my hair and turned to Sawyer. "How do I look?" I asked.
"Like an excited gay boy going on his first date in college." He smirked. "You look good, dude."
"Thanks, Sawyer. I needed that." I said sarcastically.
It was nearing 7 and I put away the unselected outfits. I also grabbed my laptop, a pair of cargo shorts, a t-shirt, flip flops, and my tooth brush and other toiletries and shoved them in my back pack... just in case.
Promptly at 7, Chris knocked on the door, and I went to answer it. I opened the door and found a smiling Chris, "Come in, Chris."
Chris walked through the door looking like he stepped out of the latest edition of GQ. `Fuck he is hot,' I thought to myself. He was wearing tight, tight A&F low-rise faded jeans and an equally revealing, tight, almost see through, white t-shirt. `I could stare at this man all night!'
Chris entered and as I closed the door, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. `Fuck,' I again thought. `How did I get to be this lucky?'
I stood between Chris and Sawyer and said, "Chris, this is Sawyer. Sawyer, this is Chris."
"Nice to meet you, Sawyer," Chris said as he shook Sawyer's hand.
"Same here, Chris," Sawyer replied. "Lover boy here has been going through his closet like a giddy school girl getting ready for the prom."
"Sawyer!" I exclaimed admonishing Sawyer.
Chris laughed and turned to me. He put his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss. When Chris released me, he said, "You do look good. Makes me want to rip everything off you."
"I guess we were successful. Right, Sam?" Sawyer said with a huge grin on his face.
"Sawyer helped," I said to Chris. "I'm beginning to think my straight roommate has the gay fashion gene."
"Nah. I'm really lousy at picking out clothes. I just knew what looked good on Sammie, here." Sawyer said with some modesty. "Where are you guys going?"
Sawyer and I both turned to Chris who told us, "I know of a great little pizza place here in town. I know the family who owns it. It's quiet so we can talk," Chris said to me.
I latched onto my backpack and headed to the door.
"Have a good time, Sam." Sawyer said with a shit eating grin that is Sawyer's trademark. Then he added in a whisper just to me, "I'm a little jealous. You're going to be getting some and I ain't."
"We'll see." I said as I headed out the door toward the elevator. I did feel like the giddy school girl Sawyer had described earlier. I was going on my first date with a guy—a really, really hot and hunky guy! `Don't blow this, dude.' I thought to myself. `Stay calm and have a good time.'
I bounded out of the door toward the awaiting car. "Like I said, you look good. Mighty good." He said to me.
"Thanks." I replied. "You're pretty nice to look at too!"
Chris opened the passenger door and waited for me to get in. He closed the door and got in the driver's side. He put his hand on my thigh as he eased the car into the street. We drove west to the pizza joint for about 10 minutes. We were just listening to music. "Great sound system," I remarked.
"Better than the one I have at home," he said with his hand still caressing my thigh. "We're almost there.
A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot. Chris selected a spot off to the side so he would not get a nick in his car. `He and my father would get along well,' I thought.
"How do you know about this place?" I asked.
"One of the guys who works here is a friend of mine. They are all nice people. You'll like them and they will like you." Chris said. "They know I'm gay. The owner's son is gay and works here sometimes. His boyfriend also works here from time-to-time. It's a gay-friendly pizza place. Straight people come here, too. But, I feel really comfortable here. Besides the pizza is the best in town."
"Nice. I'm starved so I could probably eat cardboard." I said.
"You won't have to tonight. Maybe later," Chris said with an evil looking grin on his face. He put his hand on my back and guided me through the door.
`I should have worn underwear,' I thought. `I am getting hard just with him touching me. Shit! Down boy.'
"Christopher! Good to see you again! How have you been?" A young man shouted as we walked into the restaurant. He strode over to Chris and hugged him tight. "You look as good as ever."
"Thanks Dominic!" Chris replied returning the hug. "Dominic, this is my friend Sam. Sam, Dominic. He's the boyfriend of the owners' son."
"Nice to meet you Dominic." I said as I held out my hand. Instead he grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug.
"Any friend of Christopher's is a friend of mine and my family. Welcome."
"Thanks," I said as I returned Dominic's hug.
"Your usual table, SIR?" Dominic inquired.
"Sir? Where did you pick up that shit, dude?" Christopher shot back.
Dominic laughed and showed us to a corner table near the back of the restaurant. "Is this okay, Christopher?" Dominic inquired.
"Perfect!" Chris replied. Chris motioned for me to sit in the booth and slid in beside me. "Do you want a pitcher of beer?" Chris asked me.
"Sure," I said a little hesitantly.
Chris turned to Dominic and said, "Pitcher of your best with two glasses, please."
"Coming right up," Dominic said as he turned and moved across the restaurant to the bar.
"You seem nervous," Chris remarked.
"Maybe a little. I've never been on a date with a guy before." I offered. "I don't know what I am supposed to do."
"Enjoy yourself," Chris said calmly. "I promise I won't bite... at least not until we get back home."
Dominic arrived shortly with the pitcher of beer and two glasses. "Just what the master ordered!" He said as he placed the glasses on the table and poured some beer in each. "Now, what else can I get you men?"
"Maybe you could come back in a little while after we decide," Chris asked.
"Sure thing! Your request is my command! I'll be back in a bit to take your order." Dominic said as he turned and left us alone.
Chris lifted his glass and said, "So, here's to us getting to know one another better!" We clinked and drank.
Chris continued: "Tell me more about you."
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Everything," he responded looking directly into my eyes. "Everything there is to know about Sam."
"This won't take very long," I said as I grinned. "There is really not a lot to tell."
"I don't believe that, dude," Chris replied. "I think there is a lot to tell." He put his hand on my thigh again and with his big, gorgeous grin of his he whispered, "If you tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine."
"Hmmm," I said reflectively.
"I'll tell you what... You tell me one thing and I will reciprocate. How's that?" Chris suggested.
"Sure. Where do you want me to start?" I asked.
"What do you like to do in your spare time?"
"I haven't had much spare time since I arrived at school." I responded. "But, in general, I like to listen to music, read, swim, drink coffee, eat, watch movies, workout at the gym. You?"
"Well, let's see. I love music. I like to sing. I like going to the theater. I like to dance. I like to have sex. I read. I like to visit museums—art, history, science. I like to workout, too," followed Chris. "What would you like in a boyfriend?"
"Someone kind, warm, sexy, funny, well rounded," I responded. "Someone like you, I think." I surprised even myself with that one. "You?"
"Same, basically," Chris offered. "I want someone who wants to be around me and can stand some of my bad habits. Someone who loves to have a good time and have fun. Someone I can talk with. Someone I can share my secrets with. Someone who likes sex as much as I do." Chris paused for a few seconds and then continued. "Don't get me wrong. Sex is important, but I want someone who I can have a good time with, too. Someone without a lot of hang ups."
About that time, Dominic arrived at the table with a huge Antipasto plate. "Courtesy of the family, my friends. Momma insisted. I think she likes you better than me, dude. She'll be out soon to meet your boyfriend. I told her he was cute." Dominic teased and winked at me.
"Yea. He is that," Chris said.
"Where did you guys meet?" Dominic inquired.
"On campus. Student Union. We ran into one another. We had coffee. And, here we are." Chris said as he looked from Dominic to me and back to Dominic. "Right?" as he smiled at me.
"Yep," I replied. `Fuck! Good answer. I would have probably said something stupid like the men's room.' I thought to myself.
"How long have you known each other?" Dominic asked.
"We met yesterday afternoon." Chris sheepishly replied. I blushed.
"Ahhhh! So," Dominic turned to me, "he hasn't told you about his prison record yet, then." Dominic smiled.
"Prick," Chris reprimanded.
"Actually, he's a great guy." Dominic admitted to me. "He's like the brother I never had. He's part of the family. He actually is responsible for me being here now." Dominic paused and put his hand on Chris's shoulder and continued, "I owe him a lot."
An attractive slim woman burst from the kitchen and exclaimed, "Christopher! It's so good to see you." I assumed this was Dominic's lover's mother.
Chris jumped to his feet and hugged the woman, "It's nice to see you again, Momma A. You're looking good. Life must be agreeing with you," Chris said.
I stood near Chris as he exchanged pleasantries with Momma A.
"Life is good, Christopher. So," Momma A turned to me, "this must be your young man Dominic told me about. It's nice to meet you, dear. I'm Angelina... or Momma A... or whatever." She pulled me into a tight hug.
"Momma A," Chris began, "this is Sam. He's a freshman here at the university."
"So, where are you from, sweetie?" Angelina asked.
"South of here. Olney. You probably haven't heard of it." I answered.
"Of course I've heard of it. My husband's Army buddy is from there. We've been there several times." Angelina explained. "Anyway, boys, have a good time tonight. Unfortunately, I have to get back to work. These pizzas don't make themselves. But, I am warning you, Christopher, I expect to see a lot of you here now that you are back in school."
"I promise, Momma A." Chris said as he hugged the older lady. "Thanks for the welcome back."
Peace once again overtook the restaurant. Chris and I enjoyed our pizza. Talking about nothing much. Him touching my thigh. Me touching his thigh. Occasionally holding hands. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek one time. `Fuck! I was in seventh heaven.' I thought to myself.
"Want to come over to my place?" Chris asked after we had devoured the pizza. "We could get more comfortable... get to know one another more."
"I... um... I..." I stammered.
"I won't hurt you. I won't do anything that you don't want to do." Chris paused for a moment. "I'd like to get naked. Hold you. Kiss you. See where things go. But, I promise I won't push you."
"I think I'd like that," I finally managed as I smiled and looked into his big brown eyes.
He laughed. "So, is that a `yes'?"
"Yes. It's a `yes.'" I said softly.
"Good," Chris said with a big grin on his face.
`He smiles a lot. I like that!' I thought.
Chris paid the bill with his American Express card then said to me, "Ready?"
"Yup," I replied.
"See you, Dominic!" Chris exclaimed.
"Don't be a stranger, dude!" Dominic replied.
"We'll be back soon. Say hello to your boyfriend." Chris said as we walked toward the door.
Chris reached for my hand as we walked through the parking lot to his car. He opened the passenger door for me. When I was seated he moved his head in the car and kissed me. He closed the door and walked around the car to the driver's side and took his position.
"I hope you're as excited about tonight as I am, Sam." Chris said as he put his hand on my crotch. "Yup! I think you might be." He said as he felt my growing cock.
"Yup! I don't think I've been this excited ever." I said trying not to sound too green about sex.
"Good. Excitement makes the world go around. At least that's what I've found." Chris said as he moved his hand from my crotch to my knee.
"This may sound forward," I began knowing what I wanted to say, but am usually too shy to say something like I was about to, "but I'd like you to make love to me tonight... I've been fucked, but it was just that, fucking. Sex. No love involved."
"Woof! Yes! If you are not busy, I will make love to you for the rest of the weekend." Chris replied with trademark grin on his face.
I put my hand on his crotch. Hard as a rock. `Fuck!' I thought to myself, `I want this man so badly.'
We arrived at Chris's condo building in a short time. As we were walking to the elevator, he pulled me into an embrace and kissed me hard. "That's just a beginning," he promised.
Chris unlocked the door of his condo and delivered his cell phone and keys to the kitchen counter, grabbed two Coronas from the fridge, handed one to me, grabbed my free hand, and led me into his bedroom. We each took a swig from our beers, and Chris put them both on the night stand. "Am I being too presumptuous?" Chris asked as he again pulled me into an embrace.
"No. Not at all," I said.
"Good," he replied. Chris began to pull my t-shirt over my head. I did the same to his.
I stood there staring at, probably, the most gorgeous man on the face of the planet. His smooth muscled chest was perfectly sculpted. His biceps, I am certain, are the envy of many, many men!
Chris leaned in to kiss me. We held the kiss. Chris stepped back and unbuttoned my jeans. He did the same to his and then reached into my unbuttoned jeans and found my rock hard dick.
"Nice," he said. He started to push my jeans down to expose my cock and ass. "Sit!" Chris guided me to sit on his bed, and he kneeled down to pull off my boots and socks. He reached up and pulled my jeans down and off.
Chris stood, so I reached out and pulled his jeans to the floor. I was staring at the unbelievable sight of Chris's magnificent 9 inch, uncut cock. It was hard as a rock. Chris stepped out of his shoes and flipped off his jeans. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, held me tight, and began kissing me. `Fuck!' I thought to myself, `this guy sure knows how to kiss.'
There we stood in his darkened bedroom - both hard as could be. His gloriously beautiful cock was standing erect and mine was doing the same. I felt extremely safe in Chris's big arms as we kissed.
Chris led me to the bed and pulled down the covers. He lay down and patted the sheets next to him indicating where I was to go. As I lay down beside him, he pulled me toward him and we started another long, slow, tender kiss.
Chris's hands slowly moved down my back until it reached my butt. He paused and fondled it, caressed it. "Nice ass, Sam"
"Thanks," I whimpered.
"I love the hair on your body, too! Just the right amount – a little on your chest and stomach." He added as he traced his fingers over my body as he complimented me. "A little on your arms and legs, too, and a little on your ass. Perfect!"
I moved down slowly and began nibbling at his nipples. His muscular chest turned me on so much, I thought I could do this all night. "You know, Chris," I whispered to him while I continued to lick and fondle his nipples and chest, "I almost came while you were first standing there naked. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen!"
"Thank you, Sam! That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me. You are pretty special, too, Sam. Pretty special, indeed!" Chris quietly answered as he lay back while I pleasured him.
I slid down a little further kissing his six-pack stomach on the way down to his rock hard dick. I put my tongue under the foreskin and nibbled softly.
"Keep this up, Sam, and I'll have a load all over your face." Chris whimpered.
"I wouldn't mind," I said softly. I slid a little further down and started to tongue and nibble on his balls. `Fucking beautiful,' I thought.
I move slightly up so I could lick the shaft of his hard cock. I moved his cock head to my mouth and began to go down on him.
"I've never sucked a cock this big," I admitted as I briefly came up for air.
"Just go slowly. I want this to last," Chris whimpered again.
I took Chris's advice and I slowly started to take his cock further into my mouth until I finally felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. `God! I want this,' I thought.
"Take it slow and easy," Chris moaned. "Take a big gulp."
I swallowed and felt his cock enter my throat. I kept moving down on him until I felt my lips bottom out in his crotch.
"Fuck!" Chris screamed. "Fuck you're good at this!"
Soon I felt Chris pull me off his cock. He pulled me up so our mouths were close and he started another passionate, slow, loving kiss.
Between kisses, I managed to whisper, "You know, Chris... I didn't know... if I could... take all... of your cock... in my mouth. But... I decided... I want... to make... you... feel good!"
"You make me... feel... complete..." Chris whispered between kisses. "I've never... felt this way... with another man!"
I was ecstatic! `I hope he feels this way after we have sex!'
"Just a second," he said as he untangled himself from my body. He reached to the night stand and located some lube and a condom. "Do you think you're up for this or am I moving too fast?"
"I think I'm up for it," I said. "Actually, I want it. No, make that—I need it!"
"Good," he whispered as he undid the top of the tube of lube. He dispensed a generous amount onto his fingers and found my hole. "Let me know if this is uncomfortable."
I nodded.
He put one finger in and slowly worked my butt. A second finger. Then, a third. "You okay?" Chris asked.
"More than okay," I replied. I was hard as a rock and enjoying Chris's fingers in me.
"Is it time?" he asked.
"I think so. You're big, so..." I whispered.
Chris grabbed the condom, opened it and slipped it over his huge erection. He moved between my raised legs, lifted them over his shoulders, and positioned his cock at my hole. "I'll go slowly. Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay." He said as he leaned in to softly kiss me.
"Yes." I said.
Chris lined up his huge, hard cock and pressed it against my waiting hole. He popped the lube top and began applying a generous amount to his cock and rubbed it around my ass to lube me up even further. "Let me know if you want me to stop, okay."
"Okay," I whispered.
Chris began his descent into my waiting hole. Slowly he began to penetrate me - first the tip. "You okay," he asked as he paused just barely inside me.
"Yes," I again whispered.
Chris continued slowly, gently pushing his cock into me. "Nice ass," he moaned.
"Nice cock," I replied.
Chris continued to slowly push more of his cock into me.
"Aww!" I groaned. It hurt like hell, but it was so pleasurable at the same time!
"You still okay?" he asked.
"More than okay," I moaned.
"Good," he said in my ear as he nibbled my ear lobes. "You fucking feel nice, baby." He continued to push until I felt his balls hit my body. "Balls deep, as they say," he said as he pressed his lips onto mine and very tenderly started to kiss. First just the lips, then I felt his tongue.
He began to thrust ever so gently, ever so slowly. I didn't want this to stop.
"Oh, yea!" I exclaimed. "Oh, yea! Fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass. I want you to fuck me forever!"
He grinned at me with his beautiful toothy smile and said, "Maybe not forever, but I'll certainly take my time. I want this to last, baby."
Chris continued his slow, relaxed pace. From time to time, he leaned down and began another passionate kiss. Finally, Chris picked up speed with his thrusts. First, short but deliberate ones. Then, faster, longer moves in and out of my ass until finally he was slapping my ass with those beautiful huge black balls.
"Yes," I screamed. "Yes! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard."
Chris continued pummeling my ass for several more minutes. "I'm cumming, baby! I'm fucking cumming! Awww! Yessssssssssssss! Fuck!" he screamed as he shot his load. Stream after glorious stream filled the condom.
I felt Chris's body relax as he leaned down to kiss me. "Fuck that was good! No. It was more than good. That, baby, was probably the best fuck I've ever had!"
I kissed him back as he kept his slightly softening cock in my ass as he lowered my legs. "Me, too," I said between kisses. "I hope there is more in you."
"You don't have to worry about that, baby," Chris cooed between kisses. Finally his half soft cock popped out of my ass as he moved to my side. He glanced over to the alarm and then to me, "I can't believe we were going at it for an hour. I hope you ass won't be too sore."
"Nope. If anything, I want more," I replied.
"Fuck yes," he replied as he pulled me closer to him and I laid my head on his muscular chest.
We laid there for a time. I was really enjoying him just holding me tight to his body.
"Do you want another beer? These are warm." Chris asked.
"Sure," I responded.
Chris released me from his arms and slid out of bed. He padded out of the bedroom with his muscular black ass moving so sexily. He returned a few moments later holding two Coronas, his big, soft, uncut cock swaying from his crotch. His balls hung low. `A sight for sore eyes,' I thought to myself.
"Here, babe," he said to me as he handed me one of the Coronas and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. We both took a gulp of our beers, looking into each other's eyes.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "My manners are terrible I never gave you a tour of my place! Want to see the rest of it?"
"Sure," I said.
Chris grabbed me by the hand and pulled me toward the edge of the bed and to my feet. "Let's start here," he said as he gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"This is my bedroom, as you have probably gathered. My bathroom is over here," he said as he led me into his oversized master bathroom. "Later we can shower together if you like. We can both fit, I'm sure."
"This room is bigger than my whole fucking dorm room," I said in awe.
"Yea. I couldn't wait to get out of there," Chris agreed. Then, he led me out of the bedroom to the living room and down the hallway. "My study and mini gym are in here," Chris said as he motioned to an extremely nice study with a desk, small sofa, television, a free weight area, and an electronic keyboard on the side near the window.
Still holding my free hand he led me into another room. "This is the guest room. There is another bathroom in there," Chris said and he motioned to another bathroom that was part of the guestroom.
Then, he led me through the living room and into the kitchen. "This is where I am supposed to cook," he said, "I don't do much of it. I love to cook, but not for myself. Maybe I'll make you dinner some night."
"I'd like that," I said. `I'll do anything to spend more time with this hunk,' I thought to myself.
"And this," he said as he led me into the living room, "is the parlor as my grandmother would say. Let's sit." Chris walked to the middle of a big, black, leather sofa and sat down. When he sat, he patted the seat next to him indicating where he wanted me.
As I sat, he put his big muscular arms around my shoulders and pulled me close. "Nice," he whispered in my ear. "I like this."
"Me, too," I responded.
"Nothing like cuddling after hot sex!" he said.
"I agree," I said, "and it was very hot sex. I love your body."
"Thanks," he said sheepishly. "Yours is nice, too! I hope we can explore each other more."
"You won't have to beg me," I said.
"Is your body a product of working on the farm or working out?" Chris asked as he kissed me on the head.
"A lot of both, I guess," I began. "Bales of hay are heavy. But, I've been working out since the beginning of my freshman year in high school. I have some free weights in the basement of my house. And, during the school year I'm in the workout room at school a lot."
"It's paid off!" Chris whispered in my ear and kissed me on the lips again.
"Yours? Is your body so perfect because you dance or workout?" I asked.
"Both!" Chris answered. "I started working out because of my dancing. Now, working out is more of an obsession with me. I usually workout here at home five or six days every week for an hour or so."
"Whatever you are doing, please don't stop! Your body is absolutely breathtaking!" I said as I felt his muscular chest with my hand.
We sat in silence and sipped our beers for a few minutes. Finally, Chris yawned. "I hate to be a killjoy, but I think you've worn me out tonight. Want to get some sleep?"
"If you are asking me to stay the night," I started, "the answer is yes."
"Good!" he said as he stood, took my hand, and led me into his bedroom. We were soon snuggling on his bed and finally drifted off to sleep with my head on his chest.
...
"Good morning!" Chris said as I opened my eyes. He kissed the top of my head which was still draped over his muscled chest. "Sleep well?"
"Yea! Great!" I replied. "You make a good pillow."
"Thanks. Let me start the coffee. I'll be right back. But first, duty calls." He said as he tumbled out of bed. His naked body sported a rock hard cock.
`God! Is that nice or what?' I thought to myself.
Chris released his load, flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and came out of the bathroom. "Your turn while I start the coffee." He said as I marveled at his beautiful body.
I went to the bathroom and did my duty and returned to the comfort of the bed.
I smelled the coffee brewing as Chris came back into the room and snuggled next to me. "So, what do you want to do today?" he kissed me softly. "We could go out to breakfast. Have breakfast here. See a movie. Watch a Netflix movie here. Stay in bed all day and make mad passionate love. I'm flexible."
"I am, too. Remember, I like a man who takes charge." I said as I grinned at him and kissed him on his nose.
"Then, in that case, come here." He said as he pulled me closer and rolled on top of me.
His lips found mine and so did his tongue. As we slowly and softly kissed, I could feel both of our cocks starting to harden again.
When we were both hard as a rock, Chris rolled off me and said, "I have an idea. You ride my cock and jerk off at the same time. Let's try to cum together."
"I'm game. I don't know how long I can hold off shooting, but I'd love to find out, stud."
Chris reached over to the top of the night stand and grabbed the condoms and lube. He quickly ripped the wrapper off the condom and slipped it over his hard nine inch cock. Lube was next.
"Have you done this before?" he asked.
"No." I replied.
"Sit on it. I'll help guide you. Lower yourself slowly. You'll be in control." Chris instructed.
I started to lower myself on his manhood. "Oh! Yes! Fuck! This feels good." I said.
Soon I felt my balls scraping his neatly trimmed pubic hair. I was in.
"Ride me baby. Ride me." Chris instructed.
With that I started to slowly move my ass up and down his cock. I always paused when he was all the way in me. It felt so, so good. `I hope I can last!' I thought.
"Jerk off, baby. I want us to cum together." Chris said.
So, I slipped my right hand over my cock and started jerking off. I used my left hand on his chest to steady me as I continued to ride Chris's hard cock. I picked up the pace as I felt myself get closer to cumming. I could hear Chris's breathing become more punctuated. "I'm close." I said.
"Me, too, babe. Shoot that beautiful cum out of that beautiful cock." Chris almost screamed.
I picked up my pace on both my dick and my ass. Finally, I started shooting as Chris started his volley and screamed, "Fuck! Fuuuuck! Ohhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaah! Fuck!"
We both stayed in position as our breathing started to be normal again. "God! That was good!" I said as I scooped up some of my cum and put it in my mouth.
"Do you always eat your own cum?" Chris asked smiling at me.
"Yea. Wanna taste it?" I replied.
"Yeah!" Chris pulled my head forward to his and we kissed. Tongues everywhere. "I like. I think I want more." We kissed some more and then I heard Chris's stomach growl. "I think it is coffee time and breakfast time. But, first we need to take a quick shower. Separately or together?"
"As much as I would like to shower together, I think it might be more of a distraction than we need if we are to feed ourselves. Do you think?" I said with a grin.
"Probably. I'll go first and then start breakfast." Chris decided. "Grab yourself some coffee if you like."
"Okay, stud." I said as I slide out of bed to go to the kitchen.
After I retrieved some coffee, I headed back to Chris's bedroom. I grabbed the pair of shorts I had packed, pulled them on, and sat down in an over-stuffed leather chair near the window. `Nice day!' I thought.
I heard the shower shut off as I finished the first cup of coffee. Chris stepped out of the bathroom while he was still drying himself off. "That felt good," he said as he finished with the towel and dropped it in the hamper next to the bathroom. "Your turn. I'll go start fixing us something to eat."
I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them as I turned to take my shower.
"Nice ass!" Chris said with a smile and a playful smack of my butt.
"Thanks. Yours too," I replied and continued to the bathroom.
I found my toothbrush and other items and began my transformation of washing away the marvelous scents of last night's sex. I hopped in the shower and did my deed. I had to admit to myself that my ass was a little sore. `A nice feeling,' I thought to myself. `Very nice.'
After thoroughly washing my body, I grabbed a towel from the rack and dried myself carefully. I dropped the wet towel in the hamper as Chris had done. `I need to be a good guest,' I thought to myself.
To be continued...
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