a Gay Texas story
written by BRODERICK THOMPSON for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 15, 2002
PART FOUR
I suggested we go back to the house first for breakfast and Chris agreed. He held onto my waist, gently scratching with his fingertips at my pubic area while we rode. I love an attentive and flirtatious man. I hitched Gus to the back porch rail and escorted my naked lawyer into the big kitchen, which takes up a quarter of the house. After pouring coffee and putting a slab of bacon into a skillet, I excused myself to shower off some of the horse smell.
Back in the kitchen, Chris had turned the bacon. He looked at me contentedly over his steaming cup. I remarked that maybe I smelled a little less like Gus now. He smiled, and placing his cup on the counter, put his arms around me tenderly. “I like the way you and Gus smell,” he said. He kissed my mouth with rising passion.
“Right now I smell bacon,” breaking away but not too abruptly, to face the stove and take up the sizzling meat.
“Yeah, we’ll eat. After that, I’ve got something for you.” His hands were on my shoulders, his crotch touching my butt, his lips nibbling at the back and side of my neck.
With an anticipatory smile on my face, I finished cooking our breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast, and served it on the big wrap-around porch, next to the freshly cut and decorated Christmas tree. Chris ate appreciatively, but his eyes never ceased to devour me. It was an exciting and pleasurable experience to be the object of a handsome young man’s lust again after what seemed a long time. I was gratified and relieved to discover that I had not lost my sex appeal.
Together we cleared the table, leaving the dishes in the deep kitchen sink. “You said something about a feather bed?” he reminded me. “This way for the complete tour,” I answered, taking Chris’s hand as we headed into the bedroom.
Chris quickly proved himself to be an eager and assertive lover. I could tell that he had been straining a bit to hold back until now, but once in the bedroom he pretty much grabbed hold of me and had his way with me. He started by enfolding me in his strong arms and turning me to face his passionate kisses. After a few minutes of heavy tonguing, he pulled me down upon the unmade bed and rolled over my right leg to lie between my thighs. His belly lay across my hard cock, which extended up past my navel. He continued to make out with me, voluptuously mouthing my face and neck. Then he began to travel downward. Quickly enough, he fastened his mouth upon the head of my pulsating cock and began to suck me with energy and skill.
He had me so hot and bothered that I was unable to hold out for him for very long. The wet massage of his lips and tongue on my tender cock was more than I could bear. All too soon, I began to cum into and around that sexy, masculine mouth. He continued to stroke and suck until my supply was spent. But then he hardly paused in his assault; he merely shifted his attentions further downward, licking at my balls and then at that lusciously sensitive area beneath them. Then I felt him tonguing my ass, and I eagerly opened my sphincter to his probing intrusion. I reached to the nightstand for the jar of lubricant I had left there and he took it from me, slathering my hole and his pole with the cream. Both were ready in short order.
I lifted my feet on either side of his flanks and closed my eyes as he entered me, preferring to savor the feel of the impact rather than to watch his intent face as he guided his missile toward its target. Chris rested his weight on knees and elbows and began to pump me vigorously. The pain was briefly intense, but also welcome. I settled into the rhythm as my asshole stretched to his dimensions. When I opened my eyes, I saw him studying my face admiringly, and smiling, while he pumped my gut. He had one cute, boyish smile. He gazed intently into my eyes from two inches away - his hot, sweet breath on my face. “You may be the best-looking man I have ever seen,” were his unexpected words, redoubling his efforts to run me all the way through with his sword of hot steel. By the time he finished, Chris and I were both soaked with sweat, saliva, and semen. Both my dick and my asshole hummed with joy. He collapsed on top of me, panting, still occasionally licking or kissing at my neck or ear, but mostly just spent. I began to feel that there was more than simple young male lust at work here. There was a chemistry between us. I was deeply content.
After a few minutes, though I enjoyed the pressure of his body’s weight on mine, he shifted to lie beside me, our limbs still entangled. His slimy cock, just about half deflated, rested across my upper thigh, while mine, still drooling a little, lay just above it. They were a handsome and well-matched pair, those two, as were Chris and me.
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