Night Rain Chapter 1 Diego Blue
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"You like that?" Chris asked as he pumped into the twink beneath him. His muscular frame held the younger man, pressing the weight of his body down onto the bed.
"Yeah; keep going," Jake, the twink, moaned in between breaths.
Chris increased his pace, his dick slick with lube sliding in and out of Jake's hole. He rolled his eyes in pleasure as Jake's anal muscles contracted against the head of Chris' dick. He placed his arms around Jake's neck, hugging the younger man and positioning his face beside him. He kissed Jake, muffling the twink's moans, and made his way down to his neck, tasting the salty sweat that had developed there and lightly biting the delicate skin. Chris laughed at the sound of Jake's groans of both pain and pleasure.
Chris could feel himself edging closer. He pumped harder, his dick rubbing against Jake's prostrate, sending the younger man into waves of pleasure.
"Uh, I'm close," Jake said, urgency in his voice.
Chris took his weight off Jake, flipped the younger man over onto his back, and continued plowing into him as he bent over, kissing him and holding his head. Jake stroked his rock-hard cock, the veins bulging as he grew closer to cumming.
"I'm gonna cum," Jake yelled as his cock grew rigid, spewing cum onto his stomach and chest. Some of it managed to squirt its way onto Chris's chest. Jake arched his back and threw his head back onto bed, writhing in pleasure. His loud exhaltations filled the room.
"Jesus, this dude is loud," Chris thought. "He's going to wake up the whole apartment block." Chris quickly muffled Jake's moaning by clamping a hand on his mouth, but he was still afraid the neighbours would hear the noisy twink through the walls.
While Jake was enjoying the ecstasy of his post-orgasm bliss, Chris could feel himself growing closer to finishing. He pumped a few more times into Jake and then pulled out, throwing the condom off and stroking his dick. His orgasm was explosive as he came all over Jake. He couldn't help but groan with relief, his muscles tensing. His cum sprayed onto Jake's torso, some of it splashing onto his face. Jake just smiled in awe, his tongue licking the cum off his face and lips.
Chris exhaled deeply, his body shaking as he enjoyed the pleasure of the orgasm. He stroked his cock a few times as the last few drops of cum dripped out.
Jake hopped up and managed to catch the cum in his mouth. He wrapped his mouth around Chris's cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive glans.
Chris shuddered at the feeling of Jake's tongue on his shaft. It was almost too much pleasure. He took his cock out of Jake's mouth and collapsed onto the twink; the two men held each other, regaining their breath. Chris kissed Jake's full lips and tasted the strawberry lube he'd used on his dick from earlier. The sweetness of the strawberry mixed in with the saltiness of his cum.
"Fuck, that was good," Chris sighed, his heart was still beating like crazy. He smiled as he kissed Jake, licking some of the lingering cum off his face.
"Yeah, man, I needed that," Jake laughed. "My last couple of hook ups were shit, so cheers for that," Jake lightly slapped Chris's chest.
"Oh, so do you hook up a lot then using apps?"
"Sure, doesn't everybody?"
"Well, personally, not really. Like, I'm not judging," Chris quickly added as Jake was giving him a look of consternation, "it's fine to hook up with randomers, but would you not be interested in, you know, anything more than that?"
"Not at the moment, I don't really want to be tied down."
"But you consider dating maybe?"
Jake made an awkward face, sitting up in the bed. "Man, you really need to work on your post-fuck conversations. I feel like you're trying to get me to marry you," Jake laughed. "It's getting a bit monogamous up in here."
"Sorry, I'll stop," Chris relented, realising he'd pushed too far, sitting up on the bed too.
"It's ok, I'm more into just having fun at the moment. But I'm sure there's loads of guys who are looking for something more long term," Jake smiled, his blue eyes bright with hope for Chris.
"Fingers crossed," Chris lay back in the bed.
Jake began getting out of bed and after a few moments silence Chris asked, "wanna stay over?"
"Sorry, man, can't. I've to work early in the morning," Jake began gathering up his clothes and dressing.
"Sure, no worries," Chris shrugged, holding in a sigh of disappointment.
Chris typed out the message again on his phone. "Hey Jake, had fun tonight. Would love to do it again some time? Chris x :)". He had written it a few times and deleted, trying to sound casual but also show his interest. Was it too early to send a message? He checked the time. 02:37. Jake had left about 20 minutes ago. But then again, should he send the message at all? Jake had said he was only up for fun, nothing more. Plus, he had left in a timely manner after Chris had brought up all that stuff about dating, so clearly he had thought that Chris was insane. At least he had been nice about.
Chris decided to just leave it and not send the message at all. Another failed attempt at finding something long term. Had he still been in his 20s, he'd probably be doing exactly what Jake was. But now, in his mid-30s, he was tired of the repetitiveness of random hook ups. He wanted something more.
Chris lit a cigarette and sat by the open window in his bedroom, making sure the smoke billowed outside. He didn't want to get caught smoking indoors by the landlord and end up losing his apartment. The neon pink of a nightclub across the street shone into Chris' otherwise dimly lit room. The artifical pink caressed Chris' face and torso, casting light and shadows across his biceps, large chest, and face.
The sex from earlier still had Chris's adrenaline pumping so he was too hyper to sleep. He turned on a jazz playlist in the background that always relaxed him. Miles Davis's "Blue In Green" filled the dark room. The delicate piano and warm trumpet felt like companions, calming the buzzing in his chest.
Outside, the rain was beginning to come down. Chris breathed in the sweet smell of the summer rain. There was something quite comforting about the particular scent of rain after a long spell of dry weather. The trees on the street outside were in dire need of replenishment. Soon the street was filled with the sounds of rain pelting off the road, pavements, and trees. A gaggle of three women who had just left the nightclub were trying to hail down a taxi with no luck. They were holding their handbags over their heads to prevent from getting soaked. They ran further down the street, the clip-clop of their heels on the wet pavement echoing against the buildings, until they were out of sight, trying their luck at a different spot.
After some people-watching and a few more tracks on the playlist had played themselves out, Chris stubbed out the end of his cigarette, turned off the music, and crawled into bed. The sound of the rain outside was calming, and it lulled him to sleep.