Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 22:00:40 -0400
From: John Henton <transconjohn@gmail.com>
Subject: Christopher

	I believe it was a Wednesday night, I know it was June.  The
weather was warmer than normal and being that we lived in Seattle, and
apartment didn't have air conditioning, it was rather hot inside.  The time
was a little after 10 at night when the phone rang, it was my boyfriend
Christopher, he was going to go out with a few frinds after work for a
drink and he'd be home a little later than normal.  At least one of us
would escape the evening heat.

	I'm not a tv person so I kinda just roamed from room to room,
reading the paper I had been carting around for the past few days, looking
at magazines that had been in the house for months and just getting things
done that I had been putting off for a while, all to no avail.  Nothing
held my attention for very long, the heat was unbearable.  Another shower
and bed were in my near future.

	As I turned the water off I thought I heard the phone ring, I
wrapped the towel around my waste and headed for the bedroom, picked up the
phone and saw one missed call, it was Christopher.  There was no message,
so i hit redial and waited.  After a few rings he picked up, he was about
to leave and wanted to know if i wanted him to pick up anything on his way
home, I said no thanks, and i'd see him when he got home.  Alright, Love
You, goodbye....

	There was something comforting about Chrisophers voice, something
in the way he touched, I don't know, it all seemed so angelic.  Well, back
to reality, it's still hot in here and i'm starting to sweat again, just
standing here in a towel and i'm sweating, gotta love summer.  i went into
the kitchen and poured a glass of cold water from the fridge, the
condensation build up on the glass before it was filled.  I grabbed the
glass, turned off the kitchen light and opened the windows in the living
room on my way back to the bedroom, being on the fifth floor with no
building to block the view of Lake Union and Elliott Bay did give us some
breeze, but tonight the curtains were eerily still.  I passed the front
door, checking the locks and headed into the bedroom.  Closing the door.

	So there I stood, sweating in a towel about to drop a glass full of
water dripping with condensation.  But it was a quiet night, The cars on
the Interstate outside were either being considerate or just not there.  I
set the glass down, and started to open all the bedroom windows as wide as
I could, there was a breeze, but just barely.  Hanging the towel up over
the closet door, I climbed into bed to sleep, dream and wait for my beloved
to come home.

	I heard keys rattle and the lock on the front door start to give
way, the click of the light switch in the hallway threw a soft light under
the bedroom door, Christopher was home safe, I closed my eyes again and
headed back to sleep to catch up with my fast escaping dream.

	I don't remember what time it was when Christopher walked in to the
bedroom, I knew it was late, but neither of us worked the next day, so it
was a fact that I had no use for.  Theres something comforting about
hearing the man you love undress.  The sound of his wallet and spare change
spilling onto the top of the chest of drawers, the sound of his shoes being
kicked off, the betl being undone, the zippers slow and sultry dance
downward.  Christopher had a habit of hanging his clothes back up at the
end of the day, kept the floor clean.  As the closet door creaked closed I
heard him make his way to his side of the bed.

	He leaned over and pulled the sheet back a little bit exposing my
back and right shoulder, I always slept on my stomach.  I heard him whisper
my name, I let out a faint sound, not really a word.  His warm hand met my
shoulder and started to glide up into my hair.  His touch had a direction
tonight, a little bit more of a purpose if you will.  His hand rested on my
forhead pulling my head up off the pillow just enough to slide something
over my head, he leaned further down and kissed the back of my neck and
told me to relax.  I was blindfolded, that quickly, that easily.  I smiled
a little, knowing the night was not in it's finality, but it's beggining.
Slowly the sheet was pulled off and I lay there naked, still warm from the
heat but with a slight chill of the unknown.  With full faith in my man, I
welcomed whatever was about to happen.

	Christoper climbed into bed and straddled my back, we were ass to
ass.  His hands began to massage the small of my back and work thier way up
to my shoulder, relaxing was not a problem.  The soft touch combined with
the forceful kneeding melted me into the bed, my head faceing to the left,
eyes closed. I next felt his chest come down and cover my back, warm kisses
on my neck then as he slid down, all the way down my spine.  His hands
rested on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart exposing my hole, warm from the
heat, wet from the sweat.  I felt a tounge lick my crack and head up
stopping as it reached the center of my hole and then he began to lick, his
tounge working my hole, spreading it open and making me shiver.  A few soft
bites and I was beyond myself, his tounge was pro material, getting me wet
with his spit and making me hot.  He raised himself up and began to slap
his cock, now hard, on my ass.

	There was a brief pause, time stood still, I could tell he was
looking down admiring the ass he was about to enjoy.  His weight shfted and
he pressed his cock head against my hole, rubbing it back and forth, up and
down.  He was creating desire, making me want his cock more than I even
knew I wanted it.  Then without a sound came the plunge forward, ramming
his cock into my hole with a smooth shot.  The only noise I heard was my
own grunt as he rested with his cock deep inside me.  We lay there for a
few minutes, as one, joined with pleasure and pain.  It's amazing how the
two go together and can be mistaken for one another.  He shifted his his to
make sure he was as far in as he could get and then began the onslaught I
had been craving.  My senses were on full alert, blindfolded I could see
nothing, the heat was no longer a concern, it actually made my taking more
exciting, the pain was there, but it was adding to the sensation of getting
fucked, and then there was of course Christophers cock sliding in and out.
There was no rythem, there was no beat, each thrust was unique and better
than the last, there was no sound comming from Christopher other than his
metered breath.  The bed sank and rose with each thrust, Christophers hands
pressing on my back pushing me into the bed, I was his, his to fuck, his to
use, his.  Then he stopped.  He pulled his cock out just the opposite as he
entered, with a slow almost teasing effect, as he finished his withdrawal
my hole sat there open and empty.  I dare not move, my mind was off on it's
own race imagining what was next.  Christopher got up and rubbed my ass,
leaned down, gave a little kiss and left the bedroom and went into the
bathroom.

	I lay there waiting, beggining to drift off I could hear the radio
being turned on in the living room, not loud, just on, I think it was Otis
Redding, I had to strain to hear it, but there was something else, I
couldn't tell.  I drifted.

	Footsteps drew me out of my fog and I felt Christopher push the
pillows aside as he climbed into bed, he was sitting on his knees, back to
the headboard.  My face was inches away from his crotch, I could feel the
heat.  I pulled my arms up and began to run my hands over his legs, feeling
the hair and damp skin as I headed for his cock.  He was semi erect, his
nuts hanging lower than normal, he had a full load in there and I wanted
it.  I raised up a little and began to kiss his knee, working my way up
until I had his cock head in my mouth, I could smell sex on him, it was
erotic.  Christophers hands rested on the sides of my head and went along
for the ride as I began to suck the length of his cock.  Low moans filled
the room, encouraging me on, soon the cock was not enough, I began to lick
his nuts and tounge the soft area bordering his own hot hole.  Tonight I
was the bitch, he was the Man, My Man, so I went back and continued to suck
on his cock, which was now leaking pre cum.

	What happened next I could have never imagined, I still wonder if
it happened, even though I know it did.  I felt a hand rubbing my ass,
going almost right for my hot wet hole, a finger began to slid it's way in.
Christopher was sitting on his knees in front of me, his cock in my mouth
and hands on my head, whose finger was working it's way deep up my ass?
Before the thought could be brought to any real point I felt another body
climb onto the bed.  Worked up and safe in the company of my man, I waited,
but the wait was short.  Two hands, rough and large pulled my cheeks apart,
i could feel the head of another mans cock rubbing my hole, pushing in
slowly, inch by inch, not stopping until he to was burried to his pubic
hair, nuts resting on mine.  But there was little time to rest, almost as
soon as he'd bottomed out he began to stroke long and deep.  I don't know
who this man was, where he had come from or anything else for that matter,
but I knew I had never had a cock this large before, and I knew there was
no going back, not that I wanted to anyway.

	There I was, naked and blindfolded, sucking cock and getting
fucked, one of these guys was a stranger to me and it didn't matter.  I
began to moan, my moans sending a slight vibration over Christophers cock.
The bed bounced with a intensity that would make the tenants downstairs
talk about for weeks.  I was getting fucked, used, taken and abused, my
mouth could hardly contain the moans, spit mixed with pre cum and poured
down the sides of Christophers cock, my ass was being torn open by a
strange cock hell bent on self satisfaction and all I could do was take it,
and I took it.  Christopher began to fuck my mouth, charging deeper and
deeper down my throat with each thrust, I did my best to breath through my
nose, but theres only so much oxygen you can take in before you need to
gasp for air.  I could feel sweat pouring onto my back, causing my skin to
cool down and heat up at the same time, thats a feeling I con't describe to
you.  I didn't know where to look, not that it would have made a
difference, my eyes darted back and forth scanning the soft inside of
darkness, my ears strained for anything audible, and all I could hear was
heavy breathing and a few grunts comming from the person tearing up my ass.
I focused as much as I could on this stranger, there was a slight smell of
man in the room, I guessed he was older by the size of his cock, he had
hairy legs and from the smooth deep strokes I was guessing he was uncut.  I
heard Christopher begin to moan, his breath was loud and labored, I guess I
spent to much time focused on the man behind me to notice that the man
fucking my mouth was about to blow, I turned my attention forward a second
before my mouth was filled with cum, my head jerked back only to be pushed
forward.  I swallowed as much cum as I could, the rest filled my cheeks and
began to run down my chin.  Right in the middle of Christopher blowing his
load, my stranger rammed his cock deep into my ass and unleashed his own
torrent of cum, flooding my hole with so much cum I could feel it flood my
guts.  However this did not stop him, as I cleaned the cock still in my
mouth the stranger kept his pace, milking every drop he had to give, I
could feel his cock kick.  Then with a quick pull, he was out.  I lay
there, naked, covered in sweat and cum, head on the bed between my
boyfriends legs, naked being looked over, no doubt by this man, who had
just filled my ass with his seed.  What was he thinking?  What was
Christopher thinking?  What was I thinking?



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