(pt.4)
I awoke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping, warm, soothing sunlight filtering through the slats of the slightly opened blinds and Chuck staring at me with a sly grin on his face. It took me a second to decipher where I was due to the morning cobwebs in my brain, but the heft of his body weighing down on me, along with the sight of his gorgeous face, quickly brought me back to reality.
"Mornin', sunshine," he said, grinning even wider.
I stretched my body beneath him, stifling a yawn, and said, "What time is it?'
"Well, I'd say about seven or eight, but don't hold me to it."
The only light in the living room was the small amount provided by the morning sun, and I just assumed that Chuck had gotten up sometime during the night to turn the living room light off.
"Mmm...last night was--" I began, when Chuck cut me off at the pass.
"Incredible."
"Mm hm." I reached up to ruffle his brown locks and smiled, outwardly and on the inside.
"I was wondering if I could use your shower before I got out of your hair," he said.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Well...I don't have to leave just yet..."
"Listen, if you have some things to do today..."
"Nothing that can't wait." He was tracing my mouth with his fingers, and I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body.
"The bathroom's at the end of the hall on the left," I said.
"Care to join me?" Chuck asked.
I nodded, and he helped me to my feet and guided me by the hand towards the corridor that led to the bathroom. As we walked, I marveled at the sillhouetted form of his body in the early morning shadows, my cock already beginning to grow at the thought of what was to come. I flicked the bathroom light on and turned it down low, and watched as Chuck leaned into the shower to turn the water on. By now I was nearly fully erect, and Chuck's eyes went right down to my hard-on as he turned back to me.
"My, my...looks who's sporting a little morning wood," he said.
"I can't help it. There's just something about you that turns me on."
"I was just gonna say the same thing."
Chuck approached me and reached out to pinch my nipples, and I could see that his cock was beginning to grow as well. After a moment or so of just staring at each other, he moved in to embrace me tightly, cupping his big hands on my ass. Our cocks were pressed against one another's, and I exhaled a sigh of pure, unadulterated bliss.
"Tell me I'm not dreaming," I said.
"Feels real to me," he whispered in my ear, which he had already begun to nibble. The running water from the shower had started to steam up the bathroom, and I looked over and caught our reflections in the partially fogged-up mirror. God, was he beautiful. And it wasn't only his physical attributes that had me hooked, but just him as a person. The way I felt at ease with him, even though we'd just met. The way he held me. The way he kissed me. The way he fucked--no--made love to me. I was never one to believe in love at first sight, and hadn't been lucky enough to find my one true love as of yet. There were times that I wondered if any of it was real at all, or just the stuff that romantic comedies were made of. But, if this is what love at first sight felt like, then it was surely a damned good feeling. I paused for a moment, thinking about that word. Love. He said he loved me the night before, right before he entered me, and I wasn't sure if maybe he'd just said it beacause he was in the throes of passion. I wanted to believe that he meant it, because that certainly what I was feeling. I became lost in the moment, and suddenly my trance was broken when he spoke again.
"Nature's calling."
I chuckled and watched him move to the toliet and spread his legs wide (a move that made his ass cheeks flex in a tantalizing motion). Seconds later the sound of a heavy stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet bowl filled the bathroom. I decided that I, too, needed to pee, and went over to join him. I became aroused at the sight of our dicks spewing out dueling streams of piss, and I could tell that Chuck was equally excited. With his free hand, he reached down and put his finger in my stream, then, with the same finger, began to fondle his nipple. When we were done I flushed the toilet and fell into his arms, giving him a passionate kiss that tasted just as sweet as the ones from the night before (in spite of the fact that neither of us had brushed our teeth).
"Come here," he commanded, pulling me under the water and closing the shower door behind us. Steam swirled all around our bodies as he took a seat on the raised shower platform. He delivered slow kisses to my chest and my stomach as he sat down, and I stood in front of him between his open legs, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I could feel him start to tease my erect dick with his mouth, tracing the head over his lips and playing with the slit with his tongue. I moaned his name and opened my eyes long enough to see him looking up at me with those blue eyes.
"You taste so good, Sam," he whispered, then immediately engulfed my entire cock in his mouth. I let out a loud grunt and placed my hand on the slippery wall in a futile attempt to steady myself. He was sucking me off with slow, deliberate and steady motions, swallowing my cock all the way down to the base each time he went down. The feel of the hot water hitting my back, coupled with Chuck going down on me was sending me to the heights of ecstasy. I could not believe the power this man was having over my body and mind. He took both hands and began to massage my ass, then spread my cheeks and, with one finger, gently rubbed my anus in a circular motion the sent chills up my spine.
"Yeah," I cried, grabbing his head and forcing it down even harder on my cock. He started to gag a little, and pulled his mouth away from my cock, letting a small stream of spit escape his lips and cling to my throbbing head.
"Oh, Sam..." he moaned, looking up at me with his eyes half-open. I grabbed the bottle of liquid soap that rested on the holder beside us and squeezed some out over my cock. Chuck began to slowly beat me off, massaging the slick soap onto my dick until it sudsed up a good deal. He was beating his own cock at a rapid pace, and quickly went back to rubbing mine across his face and mouth. The torture was becoming so great that I knew I could no longer wait. I pulled back a few inches from him and grabbed his cock, positioning myself directly over his lap while positioning his cock for full entry into my hungry asshole. My breath came hard and fast as I felt his head invade the opening of my hole, and as I slid down even further on it I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
"That's it, baby..." he whispered. "Sit all the way down on it..." I squatted until my ass touched his thighs, and it was then that I knew he was fully inside of me. The feel of his rigid pole invading me at this angle was almost too much to bear. The pleasurable experience of it pulsating inside of my anal cavity nearly drove me insane. We looked into each other's eyes for a few brief moments before I decided to start riding him. When I finally did start, he gasped and threw his head back. "Oh, yeah! Yes! Unnhh!" he screamed.
I pulled his head close to my chest and fought off the urge to start crying because of the immense pleasure I was feeling. Up and down I went on his cock, slow, then fast. Fast, then slow. I became almost dizzy as the feeling of his manhood invading me in the heat of the shower was sending me into fits of ecstasy.
"Chuck, it feels so...s-s-so...good," I moaned. Our bodies, wet with water and soap and sweat, made little plap-plap sounds as my riding became more intense. He titled his head upwards and tongued kissed me through his own muffled moans, and I kissed him right back. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and down his back as far as I could, alternating between the two as my movements came quicker. He had my ass in his hands, guiding me up and down on him with simultaneous ease and force. He slapped my ass and I cried out. "Yes! Oh--fuck--YES!"
I bent down and began to lick his face. It may seem silly now, but at the time, I wanted to know what every inch of his being tasted like. His eyes were shut tightly, and I bent down to lick the closed eyelids. I ran my tongue over his cheeks, nose, chin, lips. He opened his mouth and welcomed my tongue back in again, and we kissed for a good long time as I rode him like a cowboy riding a stallion.
Chuck grabbed my cock and began to beat it ferociously, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I came. My ass became numb as I drew closer to orgasm, and I began to breathe in short, choppy rasps.
"You want to cum for me, baby?" he whispered and I nodded quickly, grabbing his shoulder blades to brace myself for the inevitable climax. My body convulsed as Chuck grasped my cock in his hand like a vice, stroking it like it had never been stroked before. He showed me no mercy as I tilted my body backward, and he had to move his own body forward in order to keep up with his thrusting. I squeezed his body tightly between my legs as the feeling of my cum rising in my throbbing cock overtook my entire being. "Come on!" he shouted. "That's right! Cum for me Sam. Come...on!" I tensed up as I shot a load of cum that flew over Chuck's shoulder, hitting the tile behind him. He continued jacking me off and I sat up straight and shot a second load onto his chest. He began to slow his pumping a little more, allowing me to shoot my third load--then a fourth, both of them on his chest and stomach.
I was weak, but started back up with riding him, anxious to see the look on his face when he finally exploded. I gripped the back of his neck firmly and steadied my pace, bouncing up and down on his rock hard dick. Chuck bit his lower lip and tilted his head back, and I knew that he was close to letting go.
"Yes," I said soothingly, caressing his face. "Let it go..."
With that, Chuck let me grind him a quick three or four more times before lifting me off of him in one quick motion. He hadn't even started to beat off before the first stream of cum shot out and hit me on the stomach. I knelt before him as he ferociously beat his dick to a second explosion--this one hitting me square on the cheek. His sperm slid from my face and landed on his thigh, and I rubbed it in with my hand and watched as he screamed and squeezed out a third load that hit me in the chest.
"Ohh...unnhh..." he uttered. His eyes rolled back and his mouth gaped open as a fourth load squirted out and splashed me on the shoulder. His chest bulged and heaved as he slowly fought to catch his breath again. Satisfied that I had seen him squeeze out every drop of his cum, I plopped my head down onto his lap.
The two of us were spent as the intense heat from the shower surrounded our bodies. There on my knees, I grabbed Chuck around the waist and hugged him tightly, softly sobbing at the myriad of emotions that were overtaking me. I felt his hand come up to stroke my head, and he began to rock me back and forth.
"Shhh..." he said. "I know..."
**
That morning, after we recovered from our lovemaking in the shower, I made us a breakfast of coffee, orange juice, scrambled eggs and bagels, and we sat around in robes and talked for hours about a little bit of everything. He told me he was from Pittsburgh, and that had moved further south to Delaware to transfer to a different company for his job. He'd been living in Delaware a little over six months, and I told him that, with my being a native, I'd have to give him a real tour of the state and maybe take him to the horse races.
It was close to noon when he said that he had to leave to take care of some business with his car. I watched as he removed my robe and slid back into his khaki pants and blue Wal-Mart shirt, fighting back the urge to tell him not to go.
"You busy tonight?" I asked.
"Well, I'll have to go back home and check on some things there, and then I'm gonna give the shop a call to see if my car's ready. Hopefully I should have everything wrapped up sometime this evening."
"Well, I'll be here for the rest of the day, trying to get this place into some kind of order. If everything goes as you plan, and you're not doing anything, give me a call."
"Maybe I can come over and really help you unpack this time," he joked.
"Maybe," I responded. "And then, there's always the wine..."
We both chuckled, and I watched him move towards the door. His shirt was wrinkled, untucked and hung down over his ass, but even still you could tell that it was quite an ass to behold. I opened the door for him and, there in my doorway, we gazed at each other briefly and he ran a hand through my hair, kissing me one last time. He brushed my goatee tenderly with his finger and began to descend the stairs, stopping short at the landing and turning back to face me, saying, "I meant everything I said last night. Everything."
I bent over the railing and watched him until I could no longer see him, rushed back into my apartment and flung open the nearest window, leaning half my body out of it. It wasn't long before I saw Chuck pedaling from my apartment building, and I smiled watching him move gracefully across the parking lot on his 10-speed.
"Hey!" I called out, and he braked immediately, turning to face me. "I feel the same way!"
Chuck smiled wide, gave me a wink and continued to pedal his way across the street. I watched him until he disappeared beyond the pine trees that partially obscured his apartment building, thinking that, for a guy who never really believed in love, I had finally found it, and in the most unassuming of places.