“Lord above your such a good little cum slut,” Carl remarked.
“Wank oh,” I replied.
“That’s it, boy,” Carl said while taking hold of my hair again, “Get my cock all clean so I can get it all dirty again when I stick it up your ass.”
Thanks to youth and anticipation I was already getting hard again. I know that some may think that eating your own cum is gross. Well, not to a cum slut like me. I don’t want to toot my own horn but I had Carl’s cock clean as a whistle in thirty seconds flat. If cleaning a man’s cock ever becomes an Olympic sport, I will be on a Wheatie’s box in no time.
“Finished,” I said looking up at Carl.
“Good boy,” said Carl while he inspected his cock. “Now lay back.”
I repositioned myself on the bed in my favorite pose. Carl took another picture and then put the camera back on the nightstand. I was on my back and Carl could lift my legs. We have tried it a couple of times with me on my stomach but I don’t like that way as much. I want to be able to look into my man’s eyes as he fills my hole. Jason says they are getting some mirrors for his bedroom. Once they are in place maybe I will be more into being taken from behind.
Carl lubed up his forefinger and index finger and then held my ankles together as he lifted my legs. I closed my eyes as he slowly inserted his fingers into my ass. I tried to breathe normally and relax but it had been so long since I had been fucked. It took every fiber of my being to not scream ‘Shove them in.’ “You are pretty tight, Travis,” Carl observed. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
As I said before I am 100% gay. I am also 100% Carl’s. I have not known another man since our little break started. This was despite getting quite a few offers from Jason, Arthur, Jason’s friend Brian, my friend David, and Sal the guy at the adult bookstore. Let’s just say I could have filled the physical void in my relationship but I refrained. I didn’t however refrain from using toys. A lot of toys. Almost every night.
“While I apricate your concern, Pita,” I said through gritted teeth, “I think you will find I am still more than able to take care of you.”
“God, I missed you my little cock whore,” Carl said as he repositioned himself so that he was between my legs.
I grabbed the edge of the bed through the sheets and held on for dear life. Carl began to slowly insert his sword into my ass. I thought I was ready. I hoped I was ready. I wasn’t entirely ready. Which became very apparent with him only about halfway in me.
I felt a tightness in my stomach and a sharp, pain. “Woe,” I said patting Carl on the arm. “Back out a little please.”
He responded instantly and pulled back. I took a breath and tried to relax. I counted to 10 and then said, “OK. I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
As before Carl came slow and steady and this time, I didn’t tense up so he was able to push in further. I felt so full. I felt so at one with him. I was in heaven. He began to back out and for a minute I thought he was going to pull out completely but moments later he pushed back. Then he pulled out and pushed back in again and my ass exploded with pleasure.
“Oh, Pita,” I exclaimed. “Fuck.”
“Oh Travis,” he grunted. “I missed your smart ass so much.”
“And it missed you too.”
“I can tell,” Carl thrust in again, “Your ass is milking my cock.”
“Lord, you feel so good, Carl”
“So do you,” said Carl, “I needed you so much.”
“Not as much as I have needed you,” I admitted. “This last month has been hell.”
“You’re telling me,” Carl fired back, “I’ve never jacked off so much in my life.”
“You saw how many times I had to take care of myself,” I pointed out, “I almost called Jason to come over a hundred times.”
“Me too,” Carl admitted.
I shot him a murderous look.
“What?” asked Carl.
“I guess you’re only human,” I said still a little pissed.
I put my arms under my legs and held on to the back of my knees. My stomach muscles tightened as Carl plunged into me over and over. I looked up to find Carl had closed his eyes and arched his back. His chest was awash with sweat and his arms muscles seemed to be quivering. He was pounding my ass like a steam-powered piston.
“Fuck,” Carl cried out. “fuckity, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
With that, his eyes rolled up and he began to tremble. Recovering as quickly as I could I rolled towards the head of the bed. This proved to be a good idea as Carl only remained vertical for a few more seconds before collapsing like a felled tree onto the bed.
I crawled back to his side slowly and began to rub his back. He was still breathing so that was a good sign. I rolled him over onto his back. His eyes remained closed. His manhood had completely deflated.
I went to the bathroom and looked around. An improvised plan formed in my brain. I found the ice bucket. I filled the ice bucket with hot soapy water. I then grabbed a small washcloth and a larger hand towel before I returned to Carl’s side. I set the ice bucket on the floor and began to give Carl a sponge bath. Carl grunted and moaned a little but I don’t think he ever really woke up.
Task complete I moved to return to the bathroom. Carl had regained enough strength to get into bed completely and had done so. I covered my man with the top sheet and wordlessly I took the ice bucket, the washcloth, and the hand towel back to the bathroom. Seeing my disheveled appearance in the mirror, I figured I could use a good rising myself. I looked through the door and saw Carl resting comfortably in bed. I started to wash my face but then decide a real shower would probably be faster and more thorough than a sponge bathing.
Ten minutes later I stepped out of the shower completely clean. I felt refreshed in more ways than one. I was clean, I had just made love with my man, and I had a new positive outlook on how I hoped Carl and I’s relationship was going to go once we got back home.
I went back to the bedroom and was about to lie down next to Carl when my phone buzzed. I picked up my phone. There were two complimentary messages from Jason on the pictures Carl had sent him and two messages from Riya. One asked how we were doing and the other said how smart it was that we stopped as a big storm had moved in at home. I sent a quick message to Jason that simply read, “Thank you.” I then sent a message to Riya that said, “We are doing fine. hope you’re safe.”
Her response came as I was about to set down the phone, “Glad to hear that. Was worried. More than safe here at Castle Class.” I set my phone to silent and got into bed. I pulled Carl’s arm over me like a blanket and promptly fell asleep.