Once we were both finished I led Chris
into the front room, taking our coffees with us, and offered him a seat. As he
lowered himself onto the sofa I sat in the armchair opposite him, and took a
sip from my drink.
“So Chris do you want to tell me what
the fuck is going on?” I asked. “And who the fuck is Jimmy?”
“Jimmy is one of my exes,” Chris said.
“He is also extremely jealous, violent and not someone you want to mess with.”
“So how did you end up in that cave
naked?” I asked.
“A month ago I ended our relationship,
due to his jealousy, got my own apartment and a new job.”
“And I take it he took it badly?”
“Badly is one way of putting it,” Chris
said. “He thought I was seeing someone else, which I wasn’t, and jumped m a
couple of nights ago.”
“Go on,” I said disliking this Jimmy
more and more with each passing second.
“He begged me to go back to him,
promising me that he would change, and took me out like he used to when we
first got together,” Chris continued. “Then we went back to his, made love and
he asked me to go back to him.”
“I am guessing you said no.”
“I was going to say yes but something
about the way he started to look at me scared me, so I told him I couldn’t.”
Chris said. “He then asked me of having a new boyfriend, called me all sorts of
derogatory names, pounced on top of me, overpowered me and tied me with that
rope.”
“That explains the rope and your
nakedness but not why you were in that cave,” I said.
“Being overpowered and tied up were the
last things I remember before waking up on the beach, with the tide lapping
against my face.” Chris said tears welling up in his eyes. “I fought like a
demon to release myself from the rope and then just swam around the rocks out
of sight. Finding the cave was a bonus I hadn’t counted on, but I was grateful
that I did.”
“I bet you were,” I said. “So what are
you going to do now?”
“I guess I’ll have to sell my apartment
and move as far away as possible with the money I get,” he said. “Otherwise, if
he finds out he didn’t kill me, he will only come after me again.”
“What about the police?” I asked.
“What about them?” Chris responded.
“Like I said Jimmy is someone you don’t mess with, even the police know that.”
“Surely there’s something you can do,” I
said.
“Other than go back to him and put up
with his behaviour there isn’t.”
“Well you are welcome to stay here until
you get sorted,” I offered.
“Thanks Adam but I couldn’t,” Chris
said. “What if Jimmy found out?”
“Well as he probably thinks you’re dead
he isn’t going to be looking for you and as I have never even heard of him he
won’t think of coming here to look if he finds out you aren’t,” I said.
“Thanks Adam I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say you’ll stay,” I said before
getting up, picking up our cups, heading into the kitchen and putting the
kettle on again. “Fancy another coffee?”
“Thanks.”
As I stood in the kitchen, waiting for
the kettle, I started to picture Chris’ naked body again and began to imagine
the taste of his hard cock in my mouth as I sucked him off. I turned to stare
out of the window as my mind raced, my cock stiffening rapidly, and I didn’t
hear Chris enter the kitchen behind me.
“Is everything okay Adam?” He asked
catching me by surprise. “You’re not already regretting asking me to stay are
you?”
I spun round to face him and tried to
clear my mind of the thoughts I was having but, seeing the smile form on his
lips as his eyes caught sight of the bulge in my trousers, knew that I had been
busted.
“How’s the coffee coming along?” He
asked the smile on his lips never wavering.
“Sorry I was miles away,” I lied. “Let
me pour it.”
I turned my back to Chris and picked up
the kettle, only to feel him place his hands on my hips. For a second I froze,
before turning back to face him.
“What are you doing Chris?” I asked our
faces only inches apart.
“Thanking you for rescuing me,” he
replied. “And don’t tell me you don’t want to I’m not blind.”
Before I had a chance to respond Chris
placed his hands back on my hips, pulled me close to his body, moved his head towards
mine and lightly brushed his lips against mine. As soon as I smelt the
deodorant on his body, the one I always use and the one I always buy my lovers,
I went weak at the knees. Inhaling deeply, the stiffness in my trousers
increasing rapidly, I wrapped my arms around Chris and responded to his kiss
with one of my own.
As we stood there, our arms around each
other’s bodies, we stared into each other’s eyes and smiled before our kissing
began again, this time with a lot more passion. I closed my eyes as my tongue
entered Chris’s mouth and began to entwine with his and, as I pulled him as
close to my body as I could, my hard cock pressed against his growing stiffness
and I almost came there and then.
I already knew that he was bigger and
thicker than me, after all I had seen him in all his glory in the beach cave, I
just didn’t realize by how much. The largest cock I had ever taken before was
eight inches long and I had only just been able to wrap my fingers around that,
there was no way I would be able to do that with Chris’ cock. Unperturbed I
slowly moved my right hand from around his back, moving it in between us, and
let it come to a stop on his thickness.
Gasping into his mouth I began to
massage his cock through the tracksuit trousers I had given him, and as I did I
swore it grew even more. Unable to control myself any longer I moved my hand
again, this time slipping it inside the top of his trousers, and tried to wrap
my fingers around his shaft. Unsurprisingly my fingers wouldn’t encircle him
completely, but judging by the sound of the moan coming from Chris’s mouth he
didn’t seem to mind, and I began to move my hand up and down the full length of
his shaft slowly.
“Adam not here, not like this,” Chris
moaned reaching down and grabbing my hand, stopping my movements.
Shocked I pulled my hand away from his
cock and out of his trousers, only for him to take hold of it, lead me through
my own house to my bedroom and close the door behind us.
“This is much better,” Chris said
pulling his, my, t-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor and then
gripping the waistband of his trousers, but I stopped him.
“Let me Chris,” I said falling to my
knees in front of him, brushing his hands to the side and hooking my own
fingers into the waistband.
Slowly I started to ease the tracksuit
trousers over his hips, freeing his still rock hard cock, down his legs and
eventually completely off. Staring at his cock I lifted my hand and ran my
fingers up and down the full length of his shaft which must have been nine,
maybe even ten at a push, inches long. Gently I placed my fingers on the top of
his shaft, curled my thumb on the underside, and began to stroke him once
again.
“That feels so good Adam,” Chris moaned
as I slowly began to build up speed.
“Hopefully this will feel better,” I
said as I moved my head forward and ran my tongue over the swollen purple head
of his cock.
As I continue to stroke his cock I ran
my tongue down the underside of it, and over his heavy, swollen balls, before
slowly making my way back up and over his glans. Chris shivered as my tongue
flicked expertly over him and I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly
lowered my head. My lips closed around him as soon as I had his massive head in
my mouth and I slowly started to suck him, reaching up to play with his balls
as I did so.
I could hear Chris’ breathing getting
faster and more erratic and sucked him even harder, hoping to make him cum. My
increased efforts worked because I quickly felt his balls tighten in my hand,
his legs began to tremble and he placed one hand on the top of my head firmly so
I didn’t pull away, not that there was any chance of me doing that anyway.
Desperately wanting him to cum,
desperate to taste his seed, I sucked him even faster and soon felt his cock
twitch in my mouth. After one final suck Chris began to cum, his seed exploding
into my mouth forcefully, almost causing me to choke. Greedily I swallowed his
thick, white, slightly salty seed as fast as I could, Chris continuing to cum
as quickly as I could swallow. His cock must have twitched about ten times,
each twitch releasing a little less cum than the one before, until he was
completely drained.
As I swallowed the last of his cum I
glanced up, his cock still in my mouth, and saw that he was looking down at me
with a smile on his face.
“That was beautiful Adam,” he said his
breathing slowly returning to normal. “Stand up for me.”
Taking his hand from my head he offered
me his hand and, as I took it, pull me to my feet. Thinking he wanted to kiss
me again I moved my head forward but he stopped me, placing his hand on my
chest. I was about to ask if everything was alright when he gripped the bottom
of my top and, slowly, began to lift it over my head. Once I was topless Chris
bent his head and flicked his tongue over both of my nipples, causing them to
stiffen instantly. Lifting his head back up to look at me, a smile on his face,
he began to run his hand slowly down my chest and over my stomach.
Letting his hand pause at the top of my
jeans I was astonished when they just fell to the floor, I hadn’t even felt him
undoing them and my boxers quickly followed. Only then did he pull me towards
him and as our naked bodies touched for the first time it felt like a surge of
electricity shot through me. Our lips met and as we stood there completely
naked we kissed passionately, my hands gripping his ass and his doing the same
to mine.
“Make love to me Adam,” Chris said
softly almost pleadingly.
“Are you sure it’s what you really
want?” I asked not wanting him to feel obligated to do anything just because I
was letting him stay.
“More than anything,” he said. “Because
I believe that is exactly what you will do, make love not fuck.”
Taking his hand I turned him to the bed
and held him as he lowered himself down. Once he was sitting on the edge of the
bed I turned to the nightstand, opened the drawer and removed a condom and tube
of lubrication. As I went to tear the packet open Chris took it from me, rolled
onto his stomach and lifted his ass.
Opening the lube I squeezed a large
dollop onto his ass and began to rub it in, making sure his tight hole was
completely covered, and then Chris reached back to me and handed me the, now
open, condom. Pinching the end of it I placed it on the tip of my cock and,
using my free hand, rolled it down the full length of my shaft. Once I was
happy with the way it felt I placed my hands on Chris’ ass cheeks and parted
them gently, exposing his tightness, and started to push gently against him.
It didn’t take too long for the swollen
head of my cock to penetrate his ass, Chris letting out a small gasp as it did,
and I slowly started to push forward. Inch after inch went further into him, my
balls quickly slapping against his ass, and only then did I start to thrust my
hips back and forth. Chris gasped at every forward thrust and I felt his ass
tighten around my cock, giving me the experience of an even tighter hole than I
was already in. My thrusts became faster, harder, and I quickly felt myself
reaching the point of no return.
Sweat poured out of my pores, dripping
from my forehead onto the crack at the top of Chris’ ass, as I continued to
thrust as fast and as hard as I could and I soon felt my balls begin to
tighten. Gasping I gripped Chris tightly and drove my cock fully into him hard
once more, as my cock twitching violently deep inside him and I began to cum.
Chris gasped at the first twitch and pushed his ass back onto my cock. Twitch
after twitch from my cock released more and more cum into the condom I was
wearing, until I was completely spent, and had nothing more to give.
Slowly pulling my cock from his ass I
wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft, to make sure the condom stayed in
place, until I was fully free from his tightness. As soon as I was I removed
the condom, tied it in a knot, wrapped it in a tissue from the box I kept on
the nightstand and threw it in the waste bin that was next to the bed.
As soon as I had disposed of the condom
I turned towards Chris, smiled, and lay down next to him, placing my arm over
his chest as I did so.
“I was right,” Chris said staring into
my eyes.
“What about?” I asked puzzled.
“That you would make love not fuck,” he
said. “It was perfect, you are perfect.”
Turning onto his side to face me I saw a
solitary tear in his left eye.
“What’s wrong Chris?” I asked.
“What about Jimmy?” Was all he said
before holding me tightly and pulling me as close to him as he could.
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