Chris' Experiences
Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan
Written for Chris himself.
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The morning after our encounter, Matt and I spoke no more of what had happened, and both of us acted perfectly normal throughout the rest of the day, until about midday, when he went home. I sat on the sofa, with the TV on but not watching it, contemplating last night. It was fun, definitely, but did it go too far. Did I deeply upset him, maybe?
As I'm considering this, I hear a knock at the door. I get up and answer it, preparing to greet whomever lies behind it, but before I can ask what they'd like my mouth drops open, and I stand there gawping. In front of me stands the most gorgeous guy with ginger hair that I've ever seen. I realise he's my neighbour's kid, as I'd seen him from a distance when he was moving in. Now I know what you might be thinking – ginger! - but if you'd seen him, you wouldn't care. In fact, you wouldn't want him any other way. He stood a little shorter than me, maybe 5`9", probably 18 or 19, wearing khakis and a jacket. But his face was the best part. It was the most beautiful face I'd seen. He had cute little dimples, full lips, the cutest freckles ever, and his eyes were blue, bright like the sky. His ginger hair was curly and frizzy, hard to explain, but also very nice to look at.
"Pretty, I know," he says in a cocky, but friendly tone, causing me to blush profusely, "But I'm not here to be drooled over. I came to tell you you'll get your bed back within the next week, and that our family would like yours to come over for dinner tomorrow. Got that?"
"Muh-uh... Y-yeah, of c-course," I stammer, regaining my senses somewhat, "You, uh... You wanna come in for a minute?"
"Well, I would, but..." he starts, then seeing my downcast expression replies, "Oh, why not, then." I pull, virtually drag, him in, and close the door behind him. I then turn to see him unzipping and removing his jacket. Beneath, he's wearing a t-shirt that must been at least a size too small, as it fits him tightly, and when he stretches it rides up, revealing a beautiful patch of hair leading into his khakis.
"My room's upstairs," I say, "If you wanna see it?" I don't hear his reply, as he mumbles it, but it sounded like "Not the only thing I wanna see." As we ascend the stairs, I tell him my name, and he introduces himself as Robert, "Or Rob, if you want." We enter my room, and he shuts the door behind him. He walks up to me, and spins me around, placing his hand on my chest and whispering softly "Are we gonna get it started then?"
"Uh, w-what?" I stammer.
"I've had my eye on you since I moved here," he states, "And judging from your look when you answered the door, I think you have your eye on me too, eh?"
"I, uh... Um..." I garble.
"So," he continues, "If you're ready, take your clothes off, get on that bed, and get ready for some fun!"
"I... Yeah, 'kay. Guess it can't..." I mumble, preparing to strip off my clothes.
"Oh, but please," he says, "Striptease." He sits down on my bed, and waits. It can't hurt, I think, and begin slowly peeling my top off, showing off my treasure trail to him, and then my faint six pack, and up to my chest, showing Rob my perk nipples, then over my head, and drop it to the floor. I then run my hands down my chest and abs, tweaking my nipples a little as I go, down to my jeans. I slowly unfasten the belt, and wander closer to Rob, then once I've taken the belt off, I drape it over one shoulder, round the back of his neck, then back over the other shoulder, letting go so it drops and hangs round his neck. I can see his khakis straining at the groin, where he must have a tremendous hard on.
I unbutton my jeans, and then sensually pull the zip down, and begin to slide down my jeans, revealing inch by inch of my multicolored boxers. Down my jeans go, revealing my legs as well as my boxers, and the light fur that covers them. I look up to Rob, and see him literally drooling, so I continue slipping them down, and off my feet, and then toss them onto him, landing on his head, where he quickly swipes them off, so that he can continue watching me.
Now down to my boxers and with a raging boner tenting them out, I glance at Rob, and he smiles assuringly. I bring my hands to the top of them, and slowly hook my thumbs into them, sliding them down over my hips and then over my boner, letting it bounce about. Then I drop the boxers to the floor, and step out of them, flicking them to the side.
"Beautiful," Rob mutters, "My turn!" With that he gets up, pushes me onto the bed, and begins unfurling his tight t-shirt. As his lifts it, his ginger trail becomes visible, and above that his hot washboard abs. He keeps lifting, until his strong pecs become visible, and with them his nipples, which are hard and pointing out. Then it goes over his head, and I see the hair of his armpits has been shaved off. This surprises me, but I don't question. Then it comes off, and he tosses it on the floor.
He runs his hands down his abs and over his ginger trail, and pulls his khakis down slightly. I realise he isn't wearing any underwear. He unzips and unbuttons, and then lets his khakis drop, revealing a beautiful 9" uncut cock. Instantly, I find I can't hold back, and grab him by the waist, throwing him onto my bed, where I engulf his cock in my mouth, and begin working furiously on it.
"Easy tiger," I hear Rob say, and he grabs my head with his hands, slowing my pace down. Now I can feel every contour of his dick on my tongue. I carefully move up to the head, to feel it with my tongue, whilst running it up the sides of his dick. Then I move back down, until my nose is buried in his ginger pubes, and I feel his smooth (shaved as well?) balls against my chin. I take a moment to breath in through my nose, and smell the musky, manly scent of his dick. The pubes tickle my nose, so I pull back up to the head again, swirling my tongue around, and sending vibrations down his dick and up his spine, making him shiver with delight. I work my way back down and up multiple more times, going slowly and carefully, until I feel a jolt, and then cum is rocketing into my mouth, more than I can swallow. It dribbles, and then streams out of the sides of my mouth, covering Rob's cock and balls, and going onto my bed. After a few moments, Rob's erection subsides, and he pulls it from my mouth.
"Fun?" he asks, to which I nod, "Wanna have your turn?"
"Hell yeah," I reply. With that, Rob leaps upon my dick, and swallows it in one gulp, causing me to moan and grasp his head with my hands, pushing my dick in even further. A gagging noise from Rob tells me to stop pushing, so I release, and put my hands up behind my head, savouring this glorious feeling. Rob works on my cock fitfully for only about 30 seconds before I can no longer bear it. I grab his head, by the sweet ginger hair, and force my cock in far, ignoring the gagging this time, caring only about the cum pouring from my cock into his throat. After a few moments, I come down from my high, and remove my still leaking cock from Rob's mouth. He looks at me, with cum dribbling out the corners of his mouth, and then makes his way up to me head, where his lips find mine, and our cum is exchanged.
"Chris," I hear, as the door opens, "I need to-". The voice cuts short, and Rob and I release each other, looking to see who just entered.
Dum-dum-duuuuuum! Any votes on who should be at the door? Email 'em to me!
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