We put our boots back on, and nothing else. Chris led us back to the house, I found myself a few steps behind him, watching his two gorgeously firm, round ass cheeks moving up and down.
-much point in getting dressed?
-none that I can see.
He made some lunch, naked. I watched him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, I stared, without pretending not to, I stared at Chris's naked body, from the side, the curve of his back into his bum, the soft bush of hair protruding above his sex. And that. Fuck. I looked at the way his now soft cock wobbled from side to side as he sliced some bread, and cheese, and salami, his half-hidden tip moving in tiny jerks,
I wondered how into men he was? Just masturbating with them? More? I'd just come, and I felt almost faint with desire for this man's beautiful body, I wanted to press my own naked skin against his, and let him feel my dick stiffen against him, and lick him from his neck down to his ass, pushing his cheeks open, pushing my tongue onto his hairy asshole, I wanted to moisten him, and stand up, and push him over the large kitchen table and slide my stiff penis into his ass. I hadn't felt this urge since I'd met Jools, I'd almost forgotten how powerfully I felt this sort of lust, for other men. I wanted to fuck Chris, I wanted to feel my stiff penis deep inside him. I turned it around, and suddenly imagined Chris fucking me, here in the kitchen, oh god, it wasn't really my thing but I'd let him, if he wanted to, he could do anything he wanted with me, fuck, bend me over, push me onto my back, hold my legs wide and force his big fucking dick inside my tight little asshole, and fuck me hard, filling my tender ass with his hot cum.
He saw me staring.
-all good?
-mmm.
-eat outside?
-perfect.
He got a couple more bottles, we took the food and the beer across the open land behind the house, to a large patch of grass in the shade of a vast and beautiful tree. We sat, our legs lazily apart, my knee bent onto the grass, Chris with his up in front of him. We looked, as we ate, with blatant and greedy pleasure at the other's nudity, the shape of this man, his tight belly and slim waist, his soft, smooth cock, his large, pink tip, his large testicles, held softer, lower, his sensitive scrotum warmed by the sun. I lay out, my legs crossed, my penis soft and small again, perched, pushed vertical by my thighs. It all felt so fucking good. A thought of Jools intruded. She knew I had a past, she did too, I hadn't told her much, a few guys, nothing really. Would I tell her about this? About the fact that her best friend's boyfriend and I had masturbated together? That we were spending all this time with each other naked? Would there be anything more to tell?
We ate and talked, and looked. Chris stood up and stretched out. I stared as he moved, his fabulous male physique, lean, firm, dense with hair, fuck, the way his torso tapered into his waist, his belly so flat, the blonde-brown thatch of curled hairs above his still shockingly exposed penis. I stared. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen such a beautiful man. His scrotum had tightened a little, his large balls hung midway behind the stem of his thick penis, the round sides of them showing almost fully around the edges of his cock, like two plums in a small carrier.
He saw me looking.
-how many?
I looked up to Chris's face.
-how many?
-men, have you been with?
-oh, I mean, hardly any, a few in college, not many, women really.
-really?
Did he want honesty?
-okay, I was mostly into guys for a while.
-yeah?
-I liked women too but, men, yeah.
-how many?
I didn't know my number, who even counted? Maybe a small sampling.
-one time I did some life modelling...
-nude modelling you mean?
-for sure, just after college, I posed for an artist, this American guy.
-uh-huh
-yeah, it was... it was amazing, the first time I posed for him we had sex.
-you fucked? Properly?
-properly?
-you know what I mean.
-yeah, I know, we did, we fucked, yes.
-you sucked his cock?
I almost laughed.
-We sucked each other.
-did you fuck him in the ass?
-the second time I posed for him there were two other guys, all drawing me.
-god, fuck
-I got hard in front of them.
-fuck
-we all masturbated together, four of us.
-just?
I sat up. Chris was still standing. His dick had grown, not hugely, I could see it was straighter, longer. I smiled.
-no, not just.
-okay.
-you?
-what?
-guys?
-growing up, a few of us used to jerk off together. I always liked it, I liked seeing them.
-that's all?
-I go to the gym
-I can tell
-yeah, there are showers.
-you like water
-one guy I see there, my age, I know he's into men, we see each other every week, we strip and shower at the same time, we look, he sees me looking, I mean, we look at each other, one time, I guess he thought, I don't know, he touched his dick, you know, not jerking off, just, stroking it a little.
-and?
-I watched his dick get hard.
-mmm.
-mine got stiff too.
-yeah?
-I didn't do anything, I don't know, he started, you know, stroking it, I couldn't
-why? Why not stay?
-don't know, I don't know, Niccy, maybe
I felt my dick starting to stiffen. We were naked, we'd masturbated together. Was this fair to suggest more? I felt I was balancing on that delicious precipice of anxiety and arousal.
-what about now?
-now?
-mmm.
-what do you mean?
Chris's penis had got bigger again, longer, thicker, obviously so, it still hung down, but straighter, I could see all of his beautiful bulb.
-I mean, we could, you and me, we could do things.
-like...?
-what would you like to do?
-I don't know, what?
-anything.
-like?
He voice was low again, hesitant, trembling almost, Did he want the words? I wanted the words.
-we could fuck.
-yeah?
-yes.
Our eyes met. I felt my stomach tumble, like I'd just dropped over the apex of a rollercoaster.
-you want to go somewhere less open?
-yes.
I stood up, my own penis was visibly engorged, hanging down like Chris's, but stiffer, straighter. We walked back to the house, we almost ran, still in our boots. We got in and went instinctively upstairs, we stood on either side of the bed and pulled our boots off, and got on it, kneeling, facing each other. I could feel Chris's breath against my lips, I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine. I felt something touching my dick. I looked.
-fuck.
Both of us were gloriously erect, Chris's cock towering above mine, fuck, so long, so thick, his bare glans just pressing against the still hidden tip of mine. I leaned slightly closer, I felt our dicks touching with more firmness. Would I have to take the lead? I wasn't sure what Chris would be comfortable with, yet here he was, naked and fully erect. I moved my hand to his chest, and touched him there, for the first time, I stroked through his hair, I opened my hand over his pectoral muscle. I touched his small, stiff nipple, then pinched it.
-ah
I pinched it harder.
-ah... ah fuck...
I moved my other hand, and gripped on of the perfect firm cheeks of his ass. I opened my fingers around Chris's ass, fuck he felt so fucking good, smooth, tight, I drew a finger along the cleft of it, as soft as I could manage, then pulled us closer, and let our bodies touch. I needed to touch him, my own arousal was too overpowering to hold me back. I reached between us. I heard him gasp, when he realised where I was going. I opened my fingers, then closed them firmly around the hot, hard stem of Chris's dick.
-oh fuck...
I touched Chris's penis for the first time, I gripped it, with more firmness. His size stretched my fingers wider than I was used to, it felt huge, bigger than most of the other men I'd touched and stroked, so fucking thick, it made my head swim with lust, I let my fingers glide down and closed my hand around Chris's tight, cool scrotum. I held his balls, I squeezed, pushing a finger hard against the root of his tumescent organ. Up. Fuck. I'd almost forgotten how perfect this was, to feel another man's sex at his most engorged, to grip a guy's dick when he was at his most blatantly aroused. My need for this man, against me, in my hand, was making me dizzy. I gripped it again, and stroked him, pulling his soft skin along the iron core of his shaft.
-Alex... oh my god... oh my fucking god...
I felt his rising arousal, each pulse of his undeniable pleasure, his cock unable to lie. His size was making me tremble with arousal of my own, I pushed my own dick against my hand, and stroked up and down, and felt my soft foreskin slide back over my tip. I touched my dick against Chris's. I heard him gasp. I knew his thoughts, how fear was mixing with lust, he was straight, he had a girlfriend, yet here he was, naked on a bed with another man, letting him hold his dick, letting him hold both of their dicks together. I pushed forward as I gripped and squeezed his stem. I was slippery wet, dripping with clear moisture. He was too. I rubbed my penis against his, using my wetness to make his more slippery. I pushed him back onto the bed and knelt over his thighs, mine either side of his.
-Alex... fuck...
-you want to stop?
-no, fuck, don't fucking stop, don't fucking stop, touch it, I want your hands on me...
Chris moved his arms behind his head and gripped the old iron bed frame, I felt his legs tighten, and spread as much as mine let him, he pushed his dick up into my hand. I could see his muscles tighten, gleam with tautness as he lifted and squirmed and fought with pleasure.
I slid my fingers up to the thick tip of Chris's big penis. He was so wet there, I stroked around the rim of his glans, along the underside of it, pushing, making a circle with my fingers, and squeezing, slowly, teasing him. I knew how good this felt, it felt just as good to do it to another guy, to feel each pulse of exquisite arousal. I stroked along the length of his dick.
-you have such a beautiful fucking dick
-oh... oh...
-so fucking big, so thick, so long.
My fingers couldn't touch when I gripped the thickest part of his penis. I gripped it, sliding his velvet soft skin along his rigid stem, feeling all of his small ridges running along the sides. I twisted my hand, so I could ripple my fingers around his wet tip.
-oh my god... oh my...
Chris pushed up again, harder, craving a firmer touch, I loosened my grip, teasing, working his pleasure to a pitch I knew would be close to unbearable. I stared at his taut body, his hands still gripping the bedframe, his chest and shoulders and abdomen tight, the heat of the room making him break out in a delicious sheen of sweat. I stroked his penis more firmly, up and down, masturbating him. My own desire to make him come was pushing me on, quicker than I wanted to go. I felt my penis throb as I felt his unyielding stiffness, as I savoured every inch of Chris's magnificent cock. I couldn't stop myself. I savoured my own exquisite tease. I felt my mouth actually fill with water, anticipating. I moved down, slid to the side of Chris. He looked.
I bent, still holding his stiff penis, and pulled it into my mouth.
-fuck... oh fuck... oh Alex...
We looked at each other, our eyes met and held. I knew the sight, it was almost as blissful as the feeling, looking down and seeing another man's mouth open around your hard cock. Chris watched me slide his warm, wet dick between my lips. It had been such a long fucking time since I'd had a man's stiff penis in my mouth. I'd forgotten how much I loved it. He felt so smooth against my lips, like soft, fleshy glass. I felt his size in my jaw, opening wider than I ever had to before. His firmness was making me delirious with excitement. I managed to slide my lips over his tip, taking this in my mouth, feeling it stretch my lips wide, until I could feel the rigid texture of his shaft. I held it, as I moved my lips over it, then lifted my mouth off, and let him look at me as I kissed along the full length of his perfect cock, licking along the underside of his stem, rolling my tongue, wanting to make it wet, wanting to taste his manly scent, kissing it, with tenderness, with eager lust, down to his balls.
-fuck... fuck...
I pushed my tongue hard against Chris's pouch, feeling each tender testicle, pulling one into my mouth and sucking as hard as I dared, then the other. I masturbated Chris's dick as I licked his large balls, then below them. Oh god I wanted every inch of him, every place. I licked beneath his balls, pressing against the thick root of his dick. I felt him pushing up, bending his knees, moving his legs apart. I breathed as deeply as I could. I felt almost drunk with insane lust for this man's body, I breathed him in, his sweat, the dampness of his skin, the thick scent of his cock, his balls, deeper, heavier, almost sweet, the thick smell of his ass. I pushed, I strained, holding his legs, having to let go of his dick, and found the soft crinkled bud of Chris's anus.
-Jesus fuck... fuck.. Alex.. oh man... oh god...
I pushed my tongue against this man's asshole. I felt his cheeks against mine, my nose hard against his perineum, I pushed, he let me, rolling back, lifting. I licked his sweet asshole, I felt his thick hairs, I felt wetness, sweat, moisture, I tightened my tongue and pushed against the taut slit of his hole, I licked, and nuzzled, and slurped his ass. I was ravenous for it, intoxicated by the taste, the feel, the way it was making Chris writhe with beautiful pleasure.
I sat up again. He saw me lick my lips, as I gripped his stiff, leaking cock. His breathing was the only sound I could hear, birds outside, wind in the trees. We were too far away from main roads to hear cars, just us, the sound of our breath, his gasps of pleasure as I sat over him again and stroked along the length of his hard, large penis, I moaned as he did, his pleasure was causing mine to spiral inside me, I looked, and felt, and breathed deep, all senses alive and attended to, the sounds of us, two men in bed in the middle of the day, two adult men fucking, having sex, their penises stiff, their bodies hot and damp with sweat, one sitting over the other, his legs either side of the other's, his cock upright, his foreskin tugged back, his glans, so tender, trembling with pleasure, warm drips of pre-cum sliding out and coating his hard stem, the other wriggling beneath him, so manly, hard with muscles, dark with thick hair, his face contorted as his male lover strokes his hard dick.
Chris pushed up into my hand. I slid over his tip.
-Alex... please...
-mmm
-oh please... please...
I'd never seen anyone look more erotic, more beautiful with pleasure, his body strong and firm, his balls so tight, his dick so big, so fucking stiff. I ran my fingers over his glans, I knew he was close, I hardly had to touch it, I lifted Chris's penis upright and knelt closer, and pulled his cock against mine. I stroked my dick along Chris's, pushing up, feeling my stem slide against his, it felt better than anything I'd felt before, any hand, any mouth, any pussy, any asshole. The heat from our dicks made my hands damp with sweat, both of us, fuck, oozing pre-cum, leaking, slow streams of clear liquid burbling from the fat slits of our cocks, dripping down onto our stems, I stroked the bottom of his tip with the underside of mine, using my most sensitive part with his, so slippery wet, my fingers were soaking, our shafts felt like they'd been dipped in warm honey. I moved my other hand and slid down along both of our penises.
Chris was so rigid with arousal there was a natural pull down, I went with it, I looked, I could see my dick against his, sliding, my fingers wrapped around both of us, I could see us together, my cock on top of his, god he looked so big, wider, longer, over an inch, almost his whole tip above mine, the edges of his stem showed around mine. I slid harder, I stroked quicker, I couldn't hold back now.
-oh god.. oh yes...
Chris pushed against me, he still hadn't really touched me, he was gripping onto the bedframe, still, staring at me as I rubbed our dicks together, my tip stroking his, our wetness mixing, our hardness pressing, I felt pleasure spike inside me, start to fill me, I stopped moving. I held our penises still, in two hands, Chris's thrillingly larger cock underneath mine.
-oh... oh...
I felt Chris push up, I felt his body tighten, I felt his dick thicken, and swell, that was enough, that slight increase of pressure sent me into a chasm of ecstasy, we both started to come at the same time, I lifted our dicks, just, both of us with that same soft drop of white liquid suddenly popping out of our slits, I felt his cum slide onto my penis, mine onto his, our semen mixing. The sight was intoxicating, another man's cum on my dick. I felt another, more powerful spasm of pleasure, I felt it in Chris as well, we jerked and spurted two hot streams of white semen up and onto Chris's belly, mine and his, another, another, fuck, I couldn't remember coming so hard, with so much of it, four thick looping ropes of hot cum pulsing from both of our slippery hard dicks onto Chris's tight, wet body, I watched as another man's wetness splashed onto his skin.
I held us together, stroking, squeezing, milking every last drop of cum, finding every ounce of orgasmic pleasure, I gripped our dicks even when I felt us start to soften. I knelt over Chris, staring, wondering if this now was too much for him, a naked man sitting over him, their bodies together, another man's cum in the hair of his belly. I let go of us, my cock dropped onto his, soft, my balls nestled in the crook of his thighs, on top of his larger testicles. I squeezed myself, a drop of pale semen slid out, I let it fall onto the soft tip of Chris's penis, and stroked it in.
He had no words. He barely had breath. I lay down next to him. I lay close enough his body was against mine, I touched his foot with my own, moved my hand to his soft, warm, squishy penis.
I think we slept a while.
-much point in getting dressed?
-none that I can see.
He made some lunch, naked. I watched him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, I stared, without pretending not to, I stared at Chris's naked body, from the side, the curve of his back into his bum, the soft bush of hair protruding above his sex. And that. Fuck. I looked at the way his now soft cock wobbled from side to side as he sliced some bread, and cheese, and salami, his half-hidden tip moving in tiny jerks,
I wondered how into men he was? Just masturbating with them? More? I'd just come, and I felt almost faint with desire for this man's beautiful body, I wanted to press my own naked skin against his, and let him feel my dick stiffen against him, and lick him from his neck down to his ass, pushing his cheeks open, pushing my tongue onto his hairy asshole, I wanted to moisten him, and stand up, and push him over the large kitchen table and slide my stiff penis into his ass. I hadn't felt this urge since I'd met Jools, I'd almost forgotten how powerfully I felt this sort of lust, for other men. I wanted to fuck Chris, I wanted to feel my stiff penis deep inside him. I turned it around, and suddenly imagined Chris fucking me, here in the kitchen, oh god, it wasn't really my thing but I'd let him, if he wanted to, he could do anything he wanted with me, fuck, bend me over, push me onto my back, hold my legs wide and force his big fucking dick inside my tight little asshole, and fuck me hard, filling my tender ass with his hot cum.
He saw me staring.
-all good?
-mmm.
-eat outside?
-perfect.
He got a couple more bottles, we took the food and the beer across the open land behind the house, to a large patch of grass in the shade of a vast and beautiful tree. We sat, our legs lazily apart, my knee bent onto the grass, Chris with his up in front of him. We looked, as we ate, with blatant and greedy pleasure at the other's nudity, the shape of this man, his tight belly and slim waist, his soft, smooth cock, his large, pink tip, his large testicles, held softer, lower, his sensitive scrotum warmed by the sun. I lay out, my legs crossed, my penis soft and small again, perched, pushed vertical by my thighs. It all felt so fucking good. A thought of Jools intruded. She knew I had a past, she did too, I hadn't told her much, a few guys, nothing really. Would I tell her about this? About the fact that her best friend's boyfriend and I had masturbated together? That we were spending all this time with each other naked? Would there be anything more to tell?
We ate and talked, and looked. Chris stood up and stretched out. I stared as he moved, his fabulous male physique, lean, firm, dense with hair, fuck, the way his torso tapered into his waist, his belly so flat, the blonde-brown thatch of curled hairs above his still shockingly exposed penis. I stared. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen such a beautiful man. His scrotum had tightened a little, his large balls hung midway behind the stem of his thick penis, the round sides of them showing almost fully around the edges of his cock, like two plums in a small carrier.
He saw me looking.
-how many?
I looked up to Chris's face.
-how many?
-men, have you been with?
-oh, I mean, hardly any, a few in college, not many, women really.
-really?
Did he want honesty?
-okay, I was mostly into guys for a while.
-yeah?
-I liked women too but, men, yeah.
-how many?
I didn't know my number, who even counted? Maybe a small sampling.
-one time I did some life modelling...
-nude modelling you mean?
-for sure, just after college, I posed for an artist, this American guy.
-uh-huh
-yeah, it was... it was amazing, the first time I posed for him we had sex.
-you fucked? Properly?
-properly?
-you know what I mean.
-yeah, I know, we did, we fucked, yes.
-you sucked his cock?
I almost laughed.
-We sucked each other.
-did you fuck him in the ass?
-the second time I posed for him there were two other guys, all drawing me.
-god, fuck
-I got hard in front of them.
-fuck
-we all masturbated together, four of us.
-just?
I sat up. Chris was still standing. His dick had grown, not hugely, I could see it was straighter, longer. I smiled.
-no, not just.
-okay.
-you?
-what?
-guys?
-growing up, a few of us used to jerk off together. I always liked it, I liked seeing them.
-that's all?
-I go to the gym
-I can tell
-yeah, there are showers.
-you like water
-one guy I see there, my age, I know he's into men, we see each other every week, we strip and shower at the same time, we look, he sees me looking, I mean, we look at each other, one time, I guess he thought, I don't know, he touched his dick, you know, not jerking off, just, stroking it a little.
-and?
-I watched his dick get hard.
-mmm.
-mine got stiff too.
-yeah?
-I didn't do anything, I don't know, he started, you know, stroking it, I couldn't
-why? Why not stay?
-don't know, I don't know, Niccy, maybe
I felt my dick starting to stiffen. We were naked, we'd masturbated together. Was this fair to suggest more? I felt I was balancing on that delicious precipice of anxiety and arousal.
-what about now?
-now?
-mmm.
-what do you mean?
Chris's penis had got bigger again, longer, thicker, obviously so, it still hung down, but straighter, I could see all of his beautiful bulb.
-I mean, we could, you and me, we could do things.
-like...?
-what would you like to do?
-I don't know, what?
-anything.
-like?
He voice was low again, hesitant, trembling almost, Did he want the words? I wanted the words.
-we could fuck.
-yeah?
-yes.
Our eyes met. I felt my stomach tumble, like I'd just dropped over the apex of a rollercoaster.
-you want to go somewhere less open?
-yes.
I stood up, my own penis was visibly engorged, hanging down like Chris's, but stiffer, straighter. We walked back to the house, we almost ran, still in our boots. We got in and went instinctively upstairs, we stood on either side of the bed and pulled our boots off, and got on it, kneeling, facing each other. I could feel Chris's breath against my lips, I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine. I felt something touching my dick. I looked.
-fuck.
Both of us were gloriously erect, Chris's cock towering above mine, fuck, so long, so thick, his bare glans just pressing against the still hidden tip of mine. I leaned slightly closer, I felt our dicks touching with more firmness. Would I have to take the lead? I wasn't sure what Chris would be comfortable with, yet here he was, naked and fully erect. I moved my hand to his chest, and touched him there, for the first time, I stroked through his hair, I opened my hand over his pectoral muscle. I touched his small, stiff nipple, then pinched it.
-ah
I pinched it harder.
-ah... ah fuck...
I moved my other hand, and gripped on of the perfect firm cheeks of his ass. I opened my fingers around Chris's ass, fuck he felt so fucking good, smooth, tight, I drew a finger along the cleft of it, as soft as I could manage, then pulled us closer, and let our bodies touch. I needed to touch him, my own arousal was too overpowering to hold me back. I reached between us. I heard him gasp, when he realised where I was going. I opened my fingers, then closed them firmly around the hot, hard stem of Chris's dick.
-oh fuck...
I touched Chris's penis for the first time, I gripped it, with more firmness. His size stretched my fingers wider than I was used to, it felt huge, bigger than most of the other men I'd touched and stroked, so fucking thick, it made my head swim with lust, I let my fingers glide down and closed my hand around Chris's tight, cool scrotum. I held his balls, I squeezed, pushing a finger hard against the root of his tumescent organ. Up. Fuck. I'd almost forgotten how perfect this was, to feel another man's sex at his most engorged, to grip a guy's dick when he was at his most blatantly aroused. My need for this man, against me, in my hand, was making me dizzy. I gripped it again, and stroked him, pulling his soft skin along the iron core of his shaft.
-Alex... oh my god... oh my fucking god...
I felt his rising arousal, each pulse of his undeniable pleasure, his cock unable to lie. His size was making me tremble with arousal of my own, I pushed my own dick against my hand, and stroked up and down, and felt my soft foreskin slide back over my tip. I touched my dick against Chris's. I heard him gasp. I knew his thoughts, how fear was mixing with lust, he was straight, he had a girlfriend, yet here he was, naked on a bed with another man, letting him hold his dick, letting him hold both of their dicks together. I pushed forward as I gripped and squeezed his stem. I was slippery wet, dripping with clear moisture. He was too. I rubbed my penis against his, using my wetness to make his more slippery. I pushed him back onto the bed and knelt over his thighs, mine either side of his.
-Alex... fuck...
-you want to stop?
-no, fuck, don't fucking stop, don't fucking stop, touch it, I want your hands on me...
Chris moved his arms behind his head and gripped the old iron bed frame, I felt his legs tighten, and spread as much as mine let him, he pushed his dick up into my hand. I could see his muscles tighten, gleam with tautness as he lifted and squirmed and fought with pleasure.
I slid my fingers up to the thick tip of Chris's big penis. He was so wet there, I stroked around the rim of his glans, along the underside of it, pushing, making a circle with my fingers, and squeezing, slowly, teasing him. I knew how good this felt, it felt just as good to do it to another guy, to feel each pulse of exquisite arousal. I stroked along the length of his dick.
-you have such a beautiful fucking dick
-oh... oh...
-so fucking big, so thick, so long.
My fingers couldn't touch when I gripped the thickest part of his penis. I gripped it, sliding his velvet soft skin along his rigid stem, feeling all of his small ridges running along the sides. I twisted my hand, so I could ripple my fingers around his wet tip.
-oh my god... oh my...
Chris pushed up again, harder, craving a firmer touch, I loosened my grip, teasing, working his pleasure to a pitch I knew would be close to unbearable. I stared at his taut body, his hands still gripping the bedframe, his chest and shoulders and abdomen tight, the heat of the room making him break out in a delicious sheen of sweat. I stroked his penis more firmly, up and down, masturbating him. My own desire to make him come was pushing me on, quicker than I wanted to go. I felt my penis throb as I felt his unyielding stiffness, as I savoured every inch of Chris's magnificent cock. I couldn't stop myself. I savoured my own exquisite tease. I felt my mouth actually fill with water, anticipating. I moved down, slid to the side of Chris. He looked.
I bent, still holding his stiff penis, and pulled it into my mouth.
-fuck... oh fuck... oh Alex...
We looked at each other, our eyes met and held. I knew the sight, it was almost as blissful as the feeling, looking down and seeing another man's mouth open around your hard cock. Chris watched me slide his warm, wet dick between my lips. It had been such a long fucking time since I'd had a man's stiff penis in my mouth. I'd forgotten how much I loved it. He felt so smooth against my lips, like soft, fleshy glass. I felt his size in my jaw, opening wider than I ever had to before. His firmness was making me delirious with excitement. I managed to slide my lips over his tip, taking this in my mouth, feeling it stretch my lips wide, until I could feel the rigid texture of his shaft. I held it, as I moved my lips over it, then lifted my mouth off, and let him look at me as I kissed along the full length of his perfect cock, licking along the underside of his stem, rolling my tongue, wanting to make it wet, wanting to taste his manly scent, kissing it, with tenderness, with eager lust, down to his balls.
-fuck... fuck...
I pushed my tongue hard against Chris's pouch, feeling each tender testicle, pulling one into my mouth and sucking as hard as I dared, then the other. I masturbated Chris's dick as I licked his large balls, then below them. Oh god I wanted every inch of him, every place. I licked beneath his balls, pressing against the thick root of his dick. I felt him pushing up, bending his knees, moving his legs apart. I breathed as deeply as I could. I felt almost drunk with insane lust for this man's body, I breathed him in, his sweat, the dampness of his skin, the thick scent of his cock, his balls, deeper, heavier, almost sweet, the thick smell of his ass. I pushed, I strained, holding his legs, having to let go of his dick, and found the soft crinkled bud of Chris's anus.
-Jesus fuck... fuck.. Alex.. oh man... oh god...
I pushed my tongue against this man's asshole. I felt his cheeks against mine, my nose hard against his perineum, I pushed, he let me, rolling back, lifting. I licked his sweet asshole, I felt his thick hairs, I felt wetness, sweat, moisture, I tightened my tongue and pushed against the taut slit of his hole, I licked, and nuzzled, and slurped his ass. I was ravenous for it, intoxicated by the taste, the feel, the way it was making Chris writhe with beautiful pleasure.
I sat up again. He saw me lick my lips, as I gripped his stiff, leaking cock. His breathing was the only sound I could hear, birds outside, wind in the trees. We were too far away from main roads to hear cars, just us, the sound of our breath, his gasps of pleasure as I sat over him again and stroked along the length of his hard, large penis, I moaned as he did, his pleasure was causing mine to spiral inside me, I looked, and felt, and breathed deep, all senses alive and attended to, the sounds of us, two men in bed in the middle of the day, two adult men fucking, having sex, their penises stiff, their bodies hot and damp with sweat, one sitting over the other, his legs either side of the other's, his cock upright, his foreskin tugged back, his glans, so tender, trembling with pleasure, warm drips of pre-cum sliding out and coating his hard stem, the other wriggling beneath him, so manly, hard with muscles, dark with thick hair, his face contorted as his male lover strokes his hard dick.
Chris pushed up into my hand. I slid over his tip.
-Alex... please...
-mmm
-oh please... please...
I'd never seen anyone look more erotic, more beautiful with pleasure, his body strong and firm, his balls so tight, his dick so big, so fucking stiff. I ran my fingers over his glans, I knew he was close, I hardly had to touch it, I lifted Chris's penis upright and knelt closer, and pulled his cock against mine. I stroked my dick along Chris's, pushing up, feeling my stem slide against his, it felt better than anything I'd felt before, any hand, any mouth, any pussy, any asshole. The heat from our dicks made my hands damp with sweat, both of us, fuck, oozing pre-cum, leaking, slow streams of clear liquid burbling from the fat slits of our cocks, dripping down onto our stems, I stroked the bottom of his tip with the underside of mine, using my most sensitive part with his, so slippery wet, my fingers were soaking, our shafts felt like they'd been dipped in warm honey. I moved my other hand and slid down along both of our penises.
Chris was so rigid with arousal there was a natural pull down, I went with it, I looked, I could see my dick against his, sliding, my fingers wrapped around both of us, I could see us together, my cock on top of his, god he looked so big, wider, longer, over an inch, almost his whole tip above mine, the edges of his stem showed around mine. I slid harder, I stroked quicker, I couldn't hold back now.
-oh god.. oh yes...
Chris pushed against me, he still hadn't really touched me, he was gripping onto the bedframe, still, staring at me as I rubbed our dicks together, my tip stroking his, our wetness mixing, our hardness pressing, I felt pleasure spike inside me, start to fill me, I stopped moving. I held our penises still, in two hands, Chris's thrillingly larger cock underneath mine.
-oh... oh...
I felt Chris push up, I felt his body tighten, I felt his dick thicken, and swell, that was enough, that slight increase of pressure sent me into a chasm of ecstasy, we both started to come at the same time, I lifted our dicks, just, both of us with that same soft drop of white liquid suddenly popping out of our slits, I felt his cum slide onto my penis, mine onto his, our semen mixing. The sight was intoxicating, another man's cum on my dick. I felt another, more powerful spasm of pleasure, I felt it in Chris as well, we jerked and spurted two hot streams of white semen up and onto Chris's belly, mine and his, another, another, fuck, I couldn't remember coming so hard, with so much of it, four thick looping ropes of hot cum pulsing from both of our slippery hard dicks onto Chris's tight, wet body, I watched as another man's wetness splashed onto his skin.
I held us together, stroking, squeezing, milking every last drop of cum, finding every ounce of orgasmic pleasure, I gripped our dicks even when I felt us start to soften. I knelt over Chris, staring, wondering if this now was too much for him, a naked man sitting over him, their bodies together, another man's cum in the hair of his belly. I let go of us, my cock dropped onto his, soft, my balls nestled in the crook of his thighs, on top of his larger testicles. I squeezed myself, a drop of pale semen slid out, I let it fall onto the soft tip of Chris's penis, and stroked it in.
He had no words. He barely had breath. I lay down next to him. I lay close enough his body was against mine, I touched his foot with my own, moved my hand to his soft, warm, squishy penis.
I think we slept a while.
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