This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of homosexuality. If this offends you, then you probably shouldn't read it. I welcome any and all comments and appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received. I'd also like to say thanks to the folks at Nifty
That night I thought I'd try to utilize the lessons that I had learned earlier in the evening. I thought why can't two guys have what Daisy and Lyndsay had? On the drive home I casually reached over and took Chris' hand. Nothing sexual just a friendly gesture toward someone I cared about. I think it kinda shocked him at first, but he didn't pull away. I thought that maybe if I stopped thinking about fucking him and started thinking about making love to him I'd come up with something that could work for the both of us. I was so lost in my own thoughts, (so much for taking his feelings into consideration) that I didn't hear him start singing. He had a great singing voice. When I tuned back in, I realized he was singing an old Janet Jackson song.
"...Cuz everybody needs a friend and I'll be yours if you're lonely" he was singing.
I joined in. "If you're all alone and a friend you need, like a river flows you hurt I'll bleed..."
We were harmonizing and having a blast. But the lyrics rang true, I thought, at least for me. I would hurt if he were hurting. I was wrong to think I could change him. I had to accept him for who and what he was. I would, I vowed. We pulled up to the house, and I asked him in. Some part of me was thinking about sex, but I didn't want it to be. We walked in and I told him to make himself comfortable. I went to retrieve a bottle of wine and some glasses. We sat on the floor and drank wine and just talked. We talked for three or four hours about everything and absolutely nothing. He was so comfortable to be with. The wine was gone and I was groggy. I fell asleep mid-sentence. It was a deep sleep. I had no real worries. I awoke curled up in Chris' arms nestled in his chest. It was Saturday morning and I didn't want to do a thing. Carefully, I freed myself from his hold. I thought about the night before. Remembering the kindness shared by the couples we had played cards with. I crept to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. I went back to the living room where Chris had managed to stretch out on the floor. God, he was beautiful! He (or maybe I) had opened his shirt during the night and his massive chest heaved easily as he slumbered. I wanted to just crawl back onto the floor and snuggle with him, but instead I went out and got some breakfast. I knew from before that he ate big meals, so I went to a fast food place a couple of blocks away and picked up five breakfast sandwiches and some juice. I arrived back to find the television on and Chris nowhere in sight. I called out, but got no answer. For a second I panicked. Where could he be? I ran up the stairs and then I saw the trail of clothing leading to the bedroom. I started undressing and tip-toed into the room, then I heard the shower. Naked, now, I crept into the bathroom. It was like some softcore porn movie. There he was washing himself off under the water and the room filled with steam. I will never forget that sight. He was bent over washing his legs and the muscles in his back just glistened from the running water. He washed himself as if no one was there. He was absolutely oblivious of his beauty. The water danced off every muscle and for a moment I just stood in awe. Then stealthily I crept forward. I wanted to be a part of this. I waited until he leaned forward to wash his hair. That was almost comical. He was such a big man that he had to bend forward to put his head under the running water. I made my move. I slid open the shower door startling him for a second.
"Hey Sexy" I said.
"Hi" he smiled.
"Need someone to wash your back?" I asked
"You can wash any part of me that you want." was his reply.
"Turn around" I whispered.
He did so revealing that massive back. I thought I could work out for the next 50 years and I'd never achieve those kinds of results. He stood upright, tall proud. I just admired his physique. His upper back was broad and it tapered down to an impossibly small waist. I took the soap and started to lather it up in my hands. I started slowly rubbing the lather just below his neck. I took my time, massaging in circles, kneading the muscles and pretty much enjoying touching his body. Working my way down I tried to relish every moment while desperately trying not to look at the two melon shaped mounds just within my grasp. I tried to focus on his back every sinewy inch. I watched the soapy bubbles slowly glide down his body. Looking at them slowly collect in the small dimpled area just above his ass. I wanted to look away, but it was compelling. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
"Mmmmm" he moaned and I knew I had to do something.
I reached around him and slid up against him. By now my dick was rigid. It slid right between those hard round perfect cheeks. I sucked in my breath. It was right there. He even had lather there as kind of a lube. I wanted him, right then, more than I've ever wanted anything. But as the thought was running through my brain, he turned around to face me. I think he knew what I was thinking. No real words were spoken as he moved me to the front of the shower and began to lather my back.
"Damn," I thought. "I was so close"
Meanwhile Chris began a slow methodical massing of my back. His hands slid skillfully across my shoulders and then down my spine. Despite the hot water, I got chills. I could feel his manhood rising between my legs. In a minute he would want to fuck.
"Let's get out of here and dry off" I suggested.
"No, let's do this right here" he said leaning in and sticking his tongue in my ear.
There was possessiveness to his voice. He used soap to lather up my ass channel, sticking his finger in as he continued to gently nibble my ear. He turned me to the tiled wall and started to rub his monstrous cock between my asscheeks. I didn't want to do this like this. I'm a vanilla kinda guy and I liked sex in a bed, but, he was working over my ear and that big cock was rubbing against my ass. He was driving me wild.
"Oh!" I grunted against the invading digit.
"I'm gonna split you open." he whispered.
"Is there ever going to be a time when I can split you open?" I thought to myself.
That time was certainly not going to be now. He had complete control. I put my arm against the wall and rested my head against my forearm. I poked out my ass offering it up to him. He lined up his cock with my asshole and began to shove.
"Ow!" I cried out. "We need some lube" I continued.
"It'll just wash off" he pleaded.
But there was no way I was taking that monster up my ass without some lube. In the heat of passion, I was not going to end up in some hospital room.
"I gotta have it," I said. He stepped out of the shower and dashed over to the medicine cabinet. The shower felt twice as big with him gone. He came back with lubrication and condoms. I took the condoms from him.
"We won't need these," I said.
I knew I was taking a risk, but I had made up my mind. This was the guy I was going to spend the rest of my life with. He smiled, spun me back to the wall and began to apply the lube. By now the bathroom was like a sauna. The hot water couldn't last much longer. He must have been thinking the same thing because he reached over and turned off the water. Then he resumed lubing me up. I was sweating, so the lube mixed with the water and all the moisture in the air made my asshole slick. Electricity shot through me as he placed the huge head at my backdoor.
"Ready baby?" he asked, then shoved at least five inches in before I could answer.
He forced the air out of my lungs. I gasped for air. He was holding me up, but not stopping. It felt like I was being fucked by a giant dildo made of marble. He pushed another two inches inside of me.
"Wait, I think we need more lube" I finally gasped.
"No, you can do this" he answered.
"I can't!" I cried out.
"Yes, you can" he replied and pushed another two inches in. My body ached. My ass felt like it was on fire. I couldn't take much more, I thought. He pulled back withdrawing about half of his cock, and then he shoved the full length inside of me.
"Oh God!" I cried; "You're killing me"
He didn't answer. He pulled back and shoved in again harder.
"You need to learn how to take my dick!" He said.
And with that he began a 25-minute brutal assault on my ass. After about 10 minutes my ass literally went numb. It was no longer painful or really pleasurable, just a numbness. My face was crushed between the tile wall and his heaving chest. He kept a kind of tempo with his fucking. I remember trying to pace myself along with it. Pound, pound, pound, long thrust, long thrust, then back to the pounding. I started to regain the sensation in my ass. His pace was increasing. The rhythm was gone and he was breathing erratically.
"Nuh, unh, unh" he moaned.
He was getting close. I started to contract my ass muscles.
I thought, "I just want to get him off".
"Here it comes," he said. I was thankful, the assault on my ass would be over soon.
"Huh, ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, AHHHH!" he grunted with each thrust. He had come, lifting me off the floor of the shower with the final thrusts. I was slowly lowered back to the ground, and he leaned back giving me a chance to pull my face away from the wall.
"Take it out" I thought.
"Oh God, baby, that was incredible," he said, leaving the monster inside of me.
I tried to ease myself off of it, but he held me tight against his chest. It was then that I noticed that I had come. There was a large gob of come on the shower wall and still more puddled down near my feet. I had reached orgasm without ever touching my cock; I wasn't even sure when it had happened. What's more, it looked like I had done it more than once, and my cock was still hard.
"Please" I said weakly, "take it out"
He pulled out slowly and for what seemed like a minute, but finally the oversized head left my body. I immediately felt weak. I started to fall, but he held me up.
"I'm exhausted," I said.
He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Gently he laid me out on top of the blankets and kissed me.
"I'm hungry" he said and walked out of the room. Watching him leave, I thought he's amazing, then I drifted off to sleep.
Later when I awoke, the room was empty and quiet. I wiped my eyes and rubbed my sore ass. It was after one according to the clock next to the bed. Amazingly, I was somewhat horny. I grabbed my robe and went to look for Chris. The house was empty but I found the blankets and pillows that we had used folded and neatly piled on the couch. Damn, I thought. He was gone. I thought about the food that I had gotten earlier. I could nuke a breakfast sandwich and call Ai. I walked into the kitchen and looked for the bag. It was gone, did I put it in the fridge, I thought. I looked and there it was, minus three of the five sandwiched I had bought. I smiled at the thought of Chris devouring the food after our lovemaking. I took one of the sandwiches and put it in the microwave. I was setting the timer when I noticed the light blinking on the phone. Someone had called and I had slept right through it. I played the message back.
"Hey, this is David" it began. "I'm just calling because when I saw you in the gym it brought back some old memories. I guess what I'm trying to say is I miss you. Give me a call sometime and we can talk..."
Just then Chris' voice broke in. "Hello?" (To be continued)