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My Married Friend (Part Three)
When I awoke, it was morning, Rob was on his back beside me in bed, and my head was on his arm, with my face in his armpit. My dick was hard, and I had to pee. But, I did not want to give up my space. I loved the smell of sweat, sex, and chlorine that was trapped in that hairy space.
Rob awoke shortly after I did.
"Water. I need water."
"That's okay, I need to pee." I hopped up, shot to the bathroom, and tried to pee through a hard on. Once I had completed that difficult task, I returned to the room with water for Rob. When I sat it down on the table by the bed, I noticed there was a tube of lube on the table.
Rob took the water and drank it. Then, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto the bed next to him. He leaned into me.
"I want to fuck you."
"I want to kiss you."
"My breath has got to be horrible."
"I don't care."
He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me. He tasted delicious. I put arm around him and pulled myself under him. I could feel his hard dick against my leg. It was coated with lube. With minimal adjustment, I had his hard, slippery dick below my balls where my legs meet. With my hands, I pushed him deep between my legs.
"Wow, that feels good," he said as he started sliding slowly between my legs. I moved my hands back up to his head, holding it as we made out and he continued to irrumatio me.
I agreed. His thick, hard dick between my legs felt good. So did our kiss, which deepened as I explored every recess in his mouth, and he explored every one in mine. Just as I struggled to catch my breath, he pulled his lips from mine.
"Wow."
"Wow is right."
"What a kiss."
"Yes, what a kiss."
"I can't last much longer. Can I fuck you now?"
"You can," I said, as I spread my legs and raised them. When he tried to raise up, I clamped him back down to me with his arms.
"No, like this," I said as I took him in my right hand and showed him to my opening. He adjusted his upper body a little, and then was pressing into me. I was resisting more than I expected, not having had any any preparation. So, I grabbed the lube, smeared it all over my ass, took a handful of deep breaths, and then offered myself up to him.
"I'm ready."
He pressed down. I felt his head enter me with a jolt. As he tried to push the rest of his 7+ inches in, I arched my neck and inhaled deeply. He must have taken my action as an invitation, as he started kissing and sucking my neck as he pushed himself all the way in.
I was not comfortable, so I reached up, grabbed my ankles, and pulled my legs toward my head. When I did, my ass opened, the tension released, and Rob's dick lengthened and filled me.
"Oh, that feels so good."
"Fuck me," I begged.
He did, very slowly to start. As he did, he kept kissing my neck and face and mouth. His dick and his stroke were perfect. I reached my arms around him. He hooked his arms under my shoulders. The length of our torsos were touching. He buried his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my ass and held perfectly still. I sucked his tongue and clenched his dick with my ass muscles. Slowly, I released both. His tongue danced in my mouth as his dick slid gently in and out of my ass. This was not fucking. This was making love.
Rob was a great lay. He fucked me slower and longer than I had ever been fucked. Every time I thought he was crossing the point of no return, he pulled back. Each time he restarted, he found my prostate and slid the length of his dick over it, slowly and smoothly. My entire body tingled. My hair was soaked with sweat. So was my body. And his.
"I can't take this much longer," I said, fearing my legs would cramp before either of us came.
"I don't want this to end."
"Me, either, but I am not going to be able to hold this position. My legs started to ache."
He leaned into me for another long, deep kiss. When our lips parted, he stared directly into my eyes and started to pick up his pace. As his dick slid faster and faster over my prostate, my orgasm started to build in my lower abdomen. I could not delay any longer. I shuddered, arched my back, and came all over Rob's stomach. Before I finished, I felt his dick thicken in me. As he grunted, he arched his back, and filled my ass with his seed. I released my legs, and they dropped lifeless to the bed. My arms followed
"Fucking hell," he said as his entire body shuddered. I was so spent, I could not move. He collapsed on top of me, his head beside mine. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I could not raise them. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, but I definitely could not raise them. I saw the clock out of the corner of my eye. If I was remotely correct, then Rob had fucked me for almost an hour.
As my sweat started to dry, I got cold. "I'm cold."
"Me, too. Stay here," he said as he climbed off me and headed into the bathroom. I pulled the blankets over me as I heard him turn the shower on.
When he returned to the room, he pulled the covers off of me and picked me up by my knees and shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
"Carrying you to the shower," he replied as he, in fact, carried me to the shower and lowered me into the warm water. He climbed in behind me, pulled the shower curtain, and rubbed my shoulders as the water ran over me. He shampooed my hair and then slowly washed my entire body, including the dried cum off my stomach and abdomen. As he washed my stomach, he kissed my chest. As he washed my sides, he kissed my armpits. As he washed my crotch and ass, he kissed my stomach. It was the most loving shower I had ever received.
I was hard. As he washed my legs and feet, my dick was right in front of his face. I did not say a word. He looked up at me, looked at my dick, and -- to my surprise and delight -- took it in his mouth. The sensation of the shower had me on edge, so I was only a few strokes from coming when he started. I could feel his thick tongue right under my head, rubbing my sweet spot.
"I am not going to last long," I warned. He kept sliding forward and backward. I tried to hold my orgasm off, but I could not. When I said "I'm coming," he pulled off and moved his head to the side. I grabbed my dick and finished what he had started, shooting my load against his shoulder and chest. When I finished, he stood up.
"Sorry, I do not think I am ready for that yet."
"That's okay," I said, my mind spinning around the word "yet." I then washed him just as lovingly as he had washed me, running my hands and mouth over every inch of his muscled, manly body. When I rubbed my hand through his ass crack, he smiled at me.
"Tonight, I want you to do that thing with your tongue again."
"Gladly," I said, wishing the golf was over and the night was here.
Golf was a disaster that afternoon. I was too distracted to focus.
Dinner was worse. Peter and John had nowhere else to be, so they lingered over dessert. Then, they ordered after dinner drinks. I was impatient and pissed. Rob seemed fine.
When we got to our room, he kept his boxer briefs and undershirt on and turned on ESPN. Something was up. Or not up, so to speak.
"You okay," I asked.
"I think so."
"You still want what we talked about this morning?"
"I don't think so. I did not drink much. I think alcohol makes me do things I don't want to do."
"Really? I think alcohol frees me to do what I want to do. And, you were stone sober this morning."
"I guess that's true. . . . Still, I think I will take a pass tonight."
"Suit yourself." I feigned indifference. I was not indifferent. I was pissed and a little bit hurt.
When SportsCenter was over, I stripped to my boxers and climbed under the sheets.
"Good night," I said as I turned on my left side, my back to Rob.
"Good night."
As I lay there, I heard Rob remove his briefs and his shirt. After he turned out the light, I felt the sheet move and the weight of him sink into my bed. Then, I felt his arm over me as he pushed up behind me.
"What are you doing?"
"Just because I don't want to fool around does not mean I don't want to be with you," he said as he kissed the back of my head and pulled me tighter to him. "Now, let's get some sleep."
His hard dick was pressed against my ass. "It's going to be hard to sleep with your dick poking at me."
"I can't control how my body reacts to you."
"You sure you don't want to fool around?"
"I'm sure."
With that, I shifted a little, and then reached back and grabbed his dick.
Rob whispered into my neck, "I said I'm sure."
"I know, I am just putting it away so I can sleep," as said as I slid his hard dick between my legs and into my ballsack. He put his right hand in the middle of my chest and pulled me back hard against him.
"You sure you're okay?" I asked, fretfully.
"I'm sure."
When I woke up, it was light, and we were both hard. Of course we were; we were both men.
Rob looked at the clock. "We do not have a lot of time."
"I know."
"You want the shower first?"
"Sure." I got up, shook the sleep off me, and headed toward the shower. While it was warming up, I brushed my teeth and peed. As I climbed in the shower, Rob came into the bathroom. After he brushed his teeth, he climbed in with me.
"What're you doing?" I asked.
"No reason to waste water," he said as he smiled. "Or our last chance."
I lowered myself in front of him and started lapping at his hard dick. I wanted to blow him. He had other ideas.
"Stand up and turn around." I did, and he leaned me against the shower wall. He smeared conditioner on his dick and my ass.
"I like when you did this to me," he said as he slipped his finger in my ass. I gasped and cringed a little, as my asshole was still sore from the deliberate pounding it had endured the prior morning.
"Did that hurt?"
"I'm still a little sore from yesterday."
"Too sore for me to fuck you?"
I was reluctant, as I knew I was tender all the way to my core. But, I also knew that every time Rob fucked me might be the last time. So, I relented.
"I hope not."
"Good, because I would hate to have to rape you," he said, laughing.
"You can't rape the willing," I said, laughing back.
Rob pressed his dick to my ass. I was pensive but needy. I pressed back. He slid in easily and immediately started fucking me. The slow, deliberate pace of the prior morning was gone. This was going to be a needy -- and speedy -- fuck. Or, at least that's what I thought.
I was wrong. Just when I thought Rob was about to nut, he pulled out and said "turn around." When I did, he picked me up, told me to put my arms around his neck, and hooked his arms under my knees. He picked me up and pushed my back against the shower wall and said "help me in." I lowered my right hand to his dick and led him to my sweet spot. When I put my arm back around his neck, he pushed up and in. I gasped again, as I was even more sore in this position. But, I did not have time to protest, as Rob proceeded to needily and speedily start fucking me again. I was horribly uncomfortable, but I found the utter vulnerability of this position extremely hot. And, I got to stare into Rob's face as he delivered himself over and over.
"Jack off while I fuck you."
"I don't want to fall."
"I've got you," he said as he kissed me.
I grabbed my dick and started jacking it. I came in no time, hitting myself in the face and chest.
Rob came immediately after me, pushing his dick deep inside me and again arching his back and neck as his body shuddered. He slumped into me and lowered my legs. I held onto his neck as we slid down the wall until we were crumpled in the tub together.
"I never come that hard," he said.
"I'm glad."
He leaned in, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he licked some of my cum off my face and swallowed it. I laughed out of shock.
"How was that?" I asked.
"Not good. Not bad, but not good, either."
I wiped some of the cum off my chest and licked it off my finger.
"I think it's good."
Rob leaned in and kissed me deeply again. He tasted my cum on my tongue.
"It's better from your mouth. Your spit takes some of the bitterness away."
I sat next to Rob on the long flight home. I had promised him I understood the difference between lust and love and knew when sex was just sex. As we headed east, the knot in my stomach suggested I was not keeping that promise.