CHAPTER 5 CHRIS THE STASH – PART II.
We continued wanking together, nearly always in Chris' den. It wasn't all the time, but often enough that we became very comfortable with each other. When not with Chris I would mostly wank about girls as I figured all my interest in men were more that sated by him. I did finally pluck up the courage and asked Jenny out. She said yes, which I was so pleased about. However, it was kind of funny that I felt that it was like taking a step back. What I was doing with Chris was so full-on and uninhibited, whereas with Jenny it was almost a battle just to get into her knickers. I wasn't too concerned as those occasions with Chris allowed me to really let go. With Jenny, I thought it best to let things go at a pace she was happy with. For the time being, feeling her body, her pert tits and tight arse was good enough for me and at least I was finally getting my hands on to some female flesh. That said, I hoped she would not keep me waiting too long.
It was an evening in late autumn and I was back in Chris' den. It had been about 5 months since we had first got together and you could say things were going well. Although it wasn't a relationship in the traditional sense, it wasn't like we loved each other, but I did feel that we had a bond or connection built upon pleasures we shared together, Like we had this thing that no one else had and that no one else could know about.
On this particular night as Chris headed up to the den I had the urge to try something new, to up the ante. Once he had closed the door, I immediately started to undress, not giving Chris time to even ask if he should pull out the stash of magazines. Obviously realising what I wanted and that I was cutting to the chase, he too started undressing. Simply undressing meant that in no time we were nude, facing each other, our cocks still soft. We simply stood there looking at each other. Something about discarding the magazines made this simple act of being naked together so much more erotic. Like the emphasis had shifted to appreciation of each other. He looked into my eyes and smiled, this new arrangement didn't seem to bother him. Far from it, I could see his cock starting to swell and stiffen which, like wise mine was doing. We continued facing each other watching until our cocks had fully hardened.
Slowly, I sat down on the floor and lent back, resting on my left hand. Bringing my heels up close to my arse I let my legs drop wide open. Chris joined me on the floor, mirroring my pose, his feet only a short distance from my own. As I had led the initiative from the point the door had closed behind us, Chris looked across at me to see what I was going to do next. This was pretty much what I would hope would happen and aware that I now had his interest, I started to put on more of a show. "Just watch and enjoy." I said to him.
My dick was sticking straight out in front of me. Lightly, I brushed the hard shaft with my fingertips, then over my cock-head. I ran my fingers around the ridge of the head, then down the underside of my shaft to the base. I squeezed the base of my cock with my thumb and forefinger and started to masturbate, with long, slow strokes, all the way from the base to the tip and back. I tugged on my balls with my other hand as I jerked off.
My fantasies involving Chris had started to develop and one thing in particular was to have him watch as I fingered my arsehole. It had become something I really wanted to do for Chris. However, I was a little shocked at how much this thought preoccupied me and had put off doing it a number of times unsure as to whether he would be freaked out or turned on.
I knew we were totally comfortable together and trusted each other as spectators of our most personal and intimate moments. However, I kept thinking, What if he takes it the wrong way, what if he thinks it is going too far, or even that it is too close to homosexual. I had seen him plenty of times play with his balls and nipples, but he'd never shown any sign of exploring his arsehole, not even the slightest interest. Perhaps he regarded that area as being out of bounds or dirty.
But then, during a couple of our sessions, I began to notice that whenever I pushed my left hand between my legs and ran my fingers along the ridge between my balls and my arsehole, Chris would stare over at me, intrigued by what I was doing.
As thoughts swam threw my mind I decided, fuck it, in for a penny in for a pound. As I played with myself and knew I had his attention and he was looking at me, I brought my left hand which had been fondling my balls, to my mouth. I put the outstretched middle finger into my mouth and gave it a good coating of saliva. Bring my hand back between my open legs, I pushed my finger into my warm tight arsehole. I looked at Chris for a reaction but he simply stared over at me, engrossed by what I was doing. Encouraged, I opened my legs further to allow myself better access, and him a better view and pushed my middle finger further into my hot soft passage, gently moving my hand in and out so that it was obvious that my finger was inside.
I looked at him looking at me, he smiled back began stroking his cock. Grinning broadly with the satisfaction at his response I continued to finger my arse. He moved forward, closer to me and forcing my legs even further apart, his eyes transfixed on the display I was putting on for him. Chris gripped his cock tighter with his right hand and began pulling his foreskin backwards and forwards. Not long uniform strokes, but short irregular tugs, changing his rhythm and squeezing the head between his fingers and thumb.
Facing each other I found it intensely masculine and unexpectedly exciting. Chris was obviously also getting into it as he started breathing much heavier and even started to groan. His hand started to move faster, working the whole length of his cock and with a grunt began shooting thick strings of semen across his stomach and chest, gasping and panting as his balls emptied. I was impressed by his response. Most of his cum covered his chest, white and viscous on firm muscle, with some splashed on his neck and even a few spurts hitting his face. Drips of it were on his cheeks and nose and made beads around his mouth. He looked over at me when his breathing had subsided, and grinned broadly.
I grinned back, continuing to finger my arse as I masturbated. Then Chris did something which was quite unexpected. Instead of waiting to wipe himself, he looked down and then started rubbing his cum into his chest. His hand moved down his body rubbing cum over his stomach and matting it to his pubic hair. The sound it made was exquisite - rough and wiry, coarse yet unmistakably wet. The smell of it wafted over me, as I watched him rubbing his sticky mess into his body.
However, it was when Chris licked cum from his lips that I knew we had both crossed a threshold. That and looking at his cum-smeared muscular body was such just too much. He looked back across at me as I was seconds away from my own orgasm. I worked my cock with short, hard thrusts, pounding my fist along the length of my cock in a rapid fire fashion, my body writhing, my legs pressing ever more firmly against Chris'. My whole body tightened muscles taut, lifting my arse off the floor. I was now supported only by my back against the wall and my feet as I thrust my cock against my fist, my finger now deep in my arsehole. As I reached orgasm, a wave of pleasure washed over me. My back arched up, hips bucked, and my cock exploded streams of cum, the contents of my balls now splashed across my hairless chest and stomach. The physical exertion was too much and I dropped back to the floor, out of breath and sweating.
I lay there panting in the haze of post climax, squeezing the last drops of cum from my cock. Chris stared between my legs, my finger still inside me, putting to rest my earlier concerns; Chris was obviously not turned off my arse-fingering and did in fact keep looking as I withdrew my finger.
Then he looked back up at my face and grinned.
"You dirty cunt! That was fucking hot."
I smiled and not wishing to be outdone by Chris, brought my right hand to my mouth and licked cum that had accumulated at the base of my thumb.
After we'd calmed down, still panting but recovering, we simply fell back and lay there, our chests and stomachs covered in semen, our cocks, only gradually softening. We should get up at some point and clean ourselves, but for now it felt too good just to lay there and do fuck all.
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