I hadn't heard much from Jeff in weeks. He'd called several times. I'd seen his name come up, but didn't answer. I wasn't mad at him or anything. I just didn't want to talk to him. My life had changed a lot since we'd been friends. I didn't want to share that with him, so I didn't know what else to do but be silent.
I didn't know if Chance was still seeing him or not. We didn't talk about him. Of course, Julie and some of the other girls Jeff and I'd known did bring him up the few times I'd seen them, but I didn't have much to say.
Julie was more persistent than the others. I'd been with her a few times, but mostly just for sex and because she came to me. It was an opportunity to go full shaft, something I'd missed, perhaps all, about sex with a woman. No, that's not true. Julie was a great girl, a little insatiable at times, but always tight and willing. It just didn't seem enough anymore.
For good or bad, Chance had become a major part of my life and was most always in my thoughts. It was not especially what I'd wanted. It was just the way it was. If I didn't call him, he'd call me. We wrote emails almost every day, regardless of whether we saw each other or not.
No matter what I did, I never stopped craving him, but I had tried to cool it off a little. Things had been happening too fast for me. I needed some space, that way, at least. Chance didn't push it, but sometimes it wasn't easy for him, and when I realized that, we usually did something about it. One of those times was about to occur this weekend, after the last basketball game of the season at the college.
No matter how much time passed, my heart beat a little faster on the day Chance and I were to be together. That Saturday had been no different. I'd run and worked out that afternoon, but was still full of nervous energy as I got into the shower, waiting for him to come by and pick me up.
My dick seemed to know something was about to happen. It'd been swollen all day, constantly protruding in my jeans or shorts. In the shower then, it was even worse. Arched out from my groin, it constantly smeared the steam condensation on the glass door as I turned under the spray. I wanted to beat off, but fought the urge, wanting more to save it.
Later, sitting out on the balcony of my apartment in just running shorts, I saw him drive up and wave. I waved back, motioning him to come up. He looked at his watch and then up at me, but shrugging, started into the building.
"What's up?" he asked as I opened the door. "Why are you sitting out there for, half dressed? We need to get going to get a good seat for the game." I reminded him this game started an hour later than usual.
"Ah, you're right," he replied. "I forgot." Then getting a hammer lock on my neck, he wrestled me around, his hold becoming more of a hug as we stood for a moment, our arms around each other.
"I hadn't expected you for another hour or so," I replied, leaning back, my dick swelling conspicuously against his crotch. He looked down, a smile coming across his face.
"Looks like it's a good idea I did," he replied, "Something seems to need a little attention."
"Maybe," I confessed. "But we don't have time now. Just an hour." He didn't say anything at first, but seemed to be thinking, his own dick pressing against mine.
"Well, it's been a while, you know. You're not the only one who can't stay in his shorts today," he pointed out, our cheeks resting against the other.
"Yeah, I know," I responded, playfully. "And I'm the only one who can do anything about that. Is that what you're saying? He thought for a moment, his mouth pressed inside my neck, sucking it gently.
"Not exactly," he replied. "Let's just say you're the only one I want to do something about it. That's closer to the truth."
"Ah, I like that," I said, quietly, pressing my head against his cheek.
"But," he quickly interjected, pulling away, "if it's a question of getting to the game late and having lousy seats, or going now and getting great seats, I think we should put you on hold and go now." I looked at him a moment, a smile breaking across my face as I responded.
"I agree."
That decided, I put on some regular sweat shorts and a T-shirt and we went to the game, not getting back to my apartment until after dark. I didn't have anything to drink except for a bottle of wine a customer had given me at the art gallery. We took it and some glasses and went into my bedroom, lying on the bed as we watched highlights of the game on a news cast.
Toward the end of the broadcast, Chance lit a joint and handed it to me, turning off the light, only the light of the television reflecting off our bodies. We smoked for a while, gradually coming out of what clothes we had on and resting naked side by side on the mattress, pretty much ignoring the show on television, our interesting becoming each other's body.
Chance was right. It had been awhile. Feeling of his body as he felt of mine was incredible, more so that usual, even. It might have been the new pot he said he'd gotten, but I seemed to feel every movement of his hands over my body and mine over his.
We laid for I don't know how long, just holding each other, our hands fondling the other's body. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to sensation and, to some extent, him. Both of us seemed unusually passionate. Our bodies soon became an entangled mass as we rolled over and over on the bed, holding each other silently.
Winding up on top, Chance looked down at me, burying his mouth inside my neck, sucking and lightly kissing my flesh as he chewed my neck with his lips. Squirming beneath him, my swollen dick digging into his stomach, I moved my hands up and down his side and over his back, for a time fascinated by the movement of his muscles beneath the skin.
At times, I let my hands move onto the cheeks of his butt, squeezing them in my hands like a woman's tits, but they weren't tits. They were a part of his body which seemed to fascinate me most. I loved the sensation of feeling his firm cheeks in my hands, my fingers exploring the deep cleavage between them as they contracted against them. He'd protest from time to time, but I didn't seem to care. I continued until he pushed me away and we went on to something else.
We seemed to do many things that night, but even at the time, the connection between them seemed sketchy. It's hard to explain.
I remember having my legs wrapped around his body, his face against mine as our foreheads pressed against one another, moving in circles. Then as I closed my eyes, I felt his full, soft lips slowly press against my own, barely aware they were sucking against them until I felt his tongue ticking the inside of my lips.
Surprised, I remember wondering why I didn't push him away. Instead I held him tightly against my body, returning his kiss and loving it until it seemed to be my dick he was sucking. His mouth, I thought, felt very warm, almost hot, but nice. Pushing my dick up into the sensation, I felt my head against the pillow and then the quiet feeling of drifting. I liked that. It's strange to think about it now.
If there were more, at this point, I'm not at all sure. But I do remember when I "woke up," if that's what I did, Chance was lying across my body, his head on my chest. I could see his face dimly in the light of the television.
Then I really became confused. The station the television was on went off just after midnight. It was still on, but that couldn't be possible. I thought we'd been asleep a long time. It seemed like it. I looked at the clock next to the bed. It wasn't even midnight yet.
I pulled back up against the headboard, his head in my lap, thinking. I knew one thing: my head was hurting. I didn't think pot gave you a headache. It must have been the wine, or worse yet, the combination of the two.
Then I thought back over what I could remember happening, but up to a point, that wasn't much. I didn't even know for sure if either of us had even gotten off. Strange. I looked at both of our groins, feeling around, but found no evidence of it.
"What are you looking for?" I heard Chance ask, lifting his face up off my thigh and looking around. "It's too early to get up. It's still dark outside."
"What do you mean to get up?" I exclaimed. "It's just about time to go to bed." Chance mumbled something, turning over and looking at the clock, then at me.
"Huh?" he exclaimed. "That's not possible. But, you know, it's strange. I didn't think we'd been in bed very long. I must have dozed off. You too?"
"You don't remember getting off?" I asked, curious to see what he'd say. He looked at me, rubbing his forehead as he shook his head.
"No, I would have remembered that. We hadn't even gotten around to really doing anything yet." I was surprised to hear him say that, looking at him as he squint at the television screen.
"That's the same station we were watching," he exclaimed, "but not the same show. That one comes on after it goes off. I guess we did sleep, but not for long. It must have been the combination of wine and pot, or maybe that pot's very strong."
I didn't tell him about what I guess I dreamed. He'd have thought I was crazy. I just accepted what he'd said. Leaning into each other, we watched television for a while, silently.
"I can't seem to concentrate" he said at one point. "I think I'm getting kind of a headache. Maybe we should write tonight off as a loss. I go on back to my place"
"Why?" I exclaimed. "We enjoyed the game and whatever else happened, I guess." Leaning against my body as he started to get up, I felt his hard dick brush against my leg.
"But why go?" I suggested, taking hold of his arm. "I don't have a king size bed, but we're comfortable. Aren't we?"
Pausing, he rested his head on top of mine, Then, sliding his hand inside the sheet, he began to rub my lower stomach, moving over my swollen meat, my dick immediately responding to his touch.
"You must want me to stay. Yes?" he asked, softly.
I didn't say anything. I laid back against the bed and, picking up the remote, clicked off the television, feeling his body move up against mine in the darkness, his hand sliding under my thigh, lifting me over into the center of the bed. I put my arms around his neck, feeling his hands squeezing the cheeks of my butt and his lips moving against the inside of my neck as he laid across my body.
The warmth of his body against mine and the sensation of his mouth sucking on my neck were immediately overpowering, unleashing in me a desire for him I'd yet to know. With no inhibition, I dug my fingers into his back, thrusting my dick against his stomach as he hugged my body up to his, returning my passion.
Twisting my head against his cheek from the sensation of his lips sucking on my neck, I felt his mouth move up onto my ear, chewing on the lobe with his lips. I pulled back slightly, immediately feeling his lips slide across my cheek and rest lightly on my own. Without thinking, my lips parted and, as we rolled over on the bed, I realized what we were actually doing.
At first I tried to pull away. This was going too far, I thought. Unlike in my dream, I had the strength to pull away and I thought I should. I tried once again, but it was no use. We both sucked even hard on the other's mouth, our lips sliding against their soft fullness, neither of us wanting to give up the sensation. I can't explain it, but it seemed so natural to me, so easy to accept. I was confused, yes, but couldn't find the strength or a reason to deny I wanted it.
I didn't have to worry long. He surprised me by ending it himself, moving down over my stomach, kissing it lightly as he moved into my groin, licking and sucking my balls and the base of my thick shaft.
My body curving up around his head, gripped by the sensation of his mouth moving over the head of my dick, I groaned audibly as he sucked the head, his tongue swirling around its hugely swollen mushroom. Resting my mouth on his back, kissing his neck and shoulders, I fought the growing urge to empty my load in his mouth, not wanting this to end, yet.
Pulling his mouth off my dick, he looked up at me, our eyes meeting in the dim light of room as we stared at each other in silence.
"Should I go ahead and take it?" he asked, hastily.
"Sure," I heard myself say, "but I want yours too."
I was immediately shocked by what I'd said, but didn't have time to get upset over it. Chance smiled faintly and then, lunging up, pushed his lips against mine and, rolling us back on the bed, began to kiss me again on the lips, our bodies pressing tightly, one against the other.
This continued for quite a while, but eventually, I felt his lips lift off mine as he turned his body around, taking my dick in his mouth. I did the same to his, immediately tasting the sticky sweetness of precum on the head of his thickly swollen dick. Smearing my lips over the surface, I allowed my mouth to slide down over the shaft, his body jerking against mine from the sensation.
Encouraged by his reaction, I sucked it firmly, trying to swirl my tongue over its fullness as he was mine, all the while loving the increasingly audible humming sound which registered the deep pleasure I was giving him. None of this could last much longer, however. We were both too horny and it'd been too long since either had gotten off.
I came in Chance's mouth first, my seemingly endless load almost gagging him with its thick fullness. He came shortly after that, but I was prepared for it, managing to handle his initial load and the series that followed, until he forced my mouth off his dick, laughing almost painfully from the intense sensation. We lay side by side for I don't know how long, naked and totally spent from yet another experience together, one which came close to moving the world, at least for me.
Chance wound up, of course, staying the night with me, his first time at my place, in fact. We got involved shortly before dawn, winding up getting off yet again, but much more controlled than before. He didn't leave until close to noon. I watched from the balcony, wondering when I'd see him again, rather than if.
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