A gay story: Just a Little Cream Pt. 02 Coffee? I asked, as I came in the house.
A little cream, he said.
Just a little? I asked.
I looked him in the eye. I had taken a small Xanax and was feeling bold. This was maybe our fifth time hooking up.
A lot, he grinned.
He reached and massaged me through my jeans. I pulled him to me.
Would it be weird if I kissed you? I said.
What? he said. Like gay?
We laughed and he kissed me. He had full lips.Then we were making out. I kissed his neck and shoulders. The thin tuft of hair at the neckline of his button up shirt.
Where’s the wife and kids? He said.
Day trip to see her mother, I told him. Let’s go to the bedroom.
Wow, he said, as I led him upstairs. What’s gotten into you?
You, I said.
In the room, I unbuckled his pants, he pulled them to the ground. We stripped our clothes and I guided him back on the bed. I leaned over him lengthwise, taking his cock in my hand and pushing it up so it rubbed against mine. I kissed him as I rubbed against him. My balls resting and sliding against his.
I got on my knees, reached for the bedside table and got the lube. I squirted some on his cock, rubbing it in. Then mine.
I can’t stop thinking about this since last time, I said. Our cocks together.
I kissed him on the mouth the neck the shoulders and chest,him holding our penises together. Our cocks sliding together.
Oh fuck, he said.
You okay?
I’m about to cum, he said.
Want to hold off?
No, he said. I want to get on top.
We switched placed, replenished the lube. This time it was me holding us, him thrusting against me. Oh, and his full balls against mine. I closed my eyes, felt my sphincter relax. No penetration but I imagined in the moment this was like being a woman. Fucking and being fucked.
I’m going to come, he said.
I’m ready.
Come with me, he breathed, kissed me.
He buried his head in my neck and I started crying out. Moaning. Feeling the glorious friction of his cock. We we were so hard…
Come with me, he said. Come with me.
You first, I breathed. I want to feel you shoot on me.
Pressed against me in our hands, he thrusted lightly against me several more times, then I felt it. The warm liquid tap my belly and pool. I pulled him to me, burying my face in his neck. I felt his cock lose some his hardness but now there was semen on my hand and cock and belly.
I shot. My cum added to his.
He lie on top of me, catching his breath. Then rolled off.
Dammit, he said. Fucking hot. I liked the assertiveness.
I was playing with the pool of mixed cum on my belly with my finger. I had a girlfriend who used to do it and it was so hot. He took my hand, guiding me to get a fingerful of cum. He put my finger to his mouth, licked and swallowed. I leaned over and kissed him.
We lay there for a while, basking in the glow, fell asleep for a long afternoon nap.
I woke to my cock in his mouth maybe an hour later.
Mmmm, I moaned half asleep.
I felt him licking my balls.
I looked down and he was smiling up at me.
Make you cum again, he said.
I don’t know, I told him honestly.
But then he reached up and took the bottle of lube from the bedside table, squirting some on his finger. He went back down stroking me and licking my nuts. My knees rose naturally and he squirted the lube below my balls and it ran down and pooled near my sphincter. As he sucked me, I felt his finger slide into my crack, massaging the lube on my hole.
Oh baby…
He kept sucking as I tried to relax. Felt his finger pushing against my muscles. I felt the muscles relax and it slid inside me.
Yes, I moaned. Fuck…
He went back to sucking my cock, licking its length then sliding his mouth up and down on it. My muscles relaxed and soon he was fucking my butthole with his finger.
Jesus, Howard! Fuck!
Fucking me with his finger, he again licked and sucked my balls, all while stroking my cock.
Oh… ohhhh…
I shot…. Cum nearly a foot in the air… landing on my belly and chest.
He kissed his way up my body, intentionally trailing through my jism. Kissed my lips.
Good boy, he told me. I thought that might work…
You’re like a three ring circus down there, I said, and we laughed.
I looked at my phone.
Shit, I said. She’s on her way home.
It’s okay, he said. Can we get together next week?
I don’t know.
Come to my place… he said. On Wednesday. Call in sick?
I nodded.
My wife will give us space, he added.
I want to, I said. I’ll call you.
He kissed me once more, rose and put on his clothes.
Do what you can, he said.
I saw him out then came back and lay on the bed. I knew what was coming next… Was I ready for it?
I cleaned up, straightened the bed, then lay back again.
I picked up my phone and texted: See you Wednesday…