Connor passion 4
All T's and C's apply
Not knowing what will be coming up, I went about the rest of my week. I picked up the paint to get ready for the tomorrow with brushes and paint rollers. I was ready and figured that I would pick up something special for Kyle. I texted him that I was ready for tomorrow. He replied with smiley face and can not wait. We said good night to each other.
Logan was on his second flight since he had to lay over in Europe, but it was an entire day between flights. Logan was still happy to be coming home and even more excited to see his lover. "Another twenty hours and I will be back in Washington D.C. Should I go over to his house right away or should I take time and surprise him with some big grand gesture? Oh well, I guess I have time to think about that stuff," he said to himself as the plane took off.
Saturday morning came and I woke up early. My dad was already gone to work. "Well, I should get going, it is like ten o'clock in the morning," I said to myself. I texted Kyle to come over whenever he was ready. Got a reply that he would be over within the hour. I started to get everything ready. I was removing some of the furniture. After that was done, I started to mask the window, doorway, and anything else that I did not want to paint with painter's tape.
There was a knock on the door. I walked to the front door and opened it. Kyle was standing there with his helmet in hand. I see he is in an old almost see thru white shirt that had spots of paint on it and some worn jeans with also paint on them. They had some holes in certain places that made them almost ready to be thrown away.
"You made it," I said and let him in.
"Yep, I am not going to miss this dare and I gave my word to help out," he said back to me while walking towards my room.
"Yep, thanks for the help. I just finished moving and masking everything up. You came just in time for the painting," I let him know as walking into my room.
We walked in and I was looking around the empty room. I sighed a little to loud and Kyle noticed.
"I take it there was a lot of memories here with your ex," he said with a little sorrow in his voice.
"Yep, tons of good memories but it is time to start anew. First things first, I need to change outfits," I said to him.
I stand in the middle of the room with my arms out in the air, waiting for him. He was just staring at me.
"Well, I figured you would have some fun with this part," I said to him.
He got what I was hinting at and walked over to me. He lifted my shirt over my head and tossed into the hallway. Then he got on his knees and unbuttoned my jeans I had on. They dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. He tossed them out of the room and admired me.
I was in a pair of very skimpy briefs. They were maybe a size to small because they barely cover my cock in front and my ass hung out the back. Maybe throughout the day they might become a thong which then I might take them off. Not into thongs, speedos are the smallest I go when when it comes to underwear.
Kyle whistles and said, "Well, hopefully I might get to see what's underneath by the end of the day."
"We shall see where the day takes us," I said to him with a grin.
He started the painting and we were taking our time. We started with the ceiling and globs of paint dripped all over both of us. He finally took off his shirt and I whistled back at him. He smiled and we continued. Another hour later we finish most of the room and that is when he started it. He put his hand in the paint and since my briefs were not covering myself, he smacked my left cheek.
I yelped from the startled slap. I was not paying attention because I was painting a wall. I turned around and looked down the best I could at my ass. I could see his handprint on my ass.
"Got you," he said with a chuckle.
"Oh, you got me," I replied and took a step forward. I did not notice the rolled stick in front of me and I fell. I reached out to stop my fall and I did grab a hold of something. A giant ripping sound filled the air. While I was reaching out my hand hooked into one of the holes on his jeans. As I went down so did his jeans, they were complete ripped now. His right leg was completely in view. I looked up and noticed he had a pair of boxers on. I also noticed that they were tented up now and I could see up the leg hole.
I smiled and started to laugh. He laughed to and removed the remain part of his jeans. "Well, I guess we are even now, but I see you have a better view," he said and shook his crotch at me.
"Well, the day is not over yet, so let's finish the room and go from there," I said with a wink. I turned and wiggled my ass at him.
We were just talking about each other for the rest of the time. I finished my last stroke on the wall, and I felt him walked up behind me. Since I was too busy paint, I did not notice him. He was completely hard from what I could feel. I turned my head around and saw that his cock was sticking through the fly of hi boxers. I just arch and pushed my butt into him.
I reached down and moved my briefs out of the way. He leaned and whispered into my ear, "Are you sure?"
I just nodded my head and grabbed his cock. I slowly guided him towards my awaiting hole. I felt the tip of his cock slowly tease me. I removed my hand and he took over. We had a stool and he bent me over it since we could not be pushed up against the walls. I was on all fours as he started slowly entered me.
He was bigger than I thought but I knew I could take him though. It has been a little while since I was fucked. I tried to get that thought out of my head as he continued to enter me. Soon he was all the way in after a moment or two. He reached around and into my briefs. He pushed my cock out the leg hole of briefs and I sighed from the pleasure I felt from that action.
A little precum came dribbling out and he used his fingers to wipe it off. He took it to his lips and tasted me. "You taste so sweet," he said to me as he started to thrust in and out of me so gently.
"Thanks," I said in almost a full-on moan.
He started to pick up speed and both of us were getting into it. We just spoke compliments to each other in dirty talk. He would say that my ass was so tight then I would respond to that his dick was so big. Then I would tell him that he would hit my sweet spot and he would do the same thing over and over again.
About thirty minutes later, I knew I was ready to explode. He felt my cock start to expand within his hand. He pulled out of me and quickly flipped me over. He dropped his mouth on my cock and sucked on it for just a moment before he got his payment for helping me paint the room. "Oh fuck, Kyle," I said moaning. "I'm cumming."
I shoot ten times deep into his mouth. After I came, he reached down and slowly shoved his cock back into me. He wanted to fill me up as well. Now that I could see his face, he looked so cute in the moment of his climax. "Oh fuck, Connor," he moaned. "I am so going to fill you up."
He thrusted one last time and hit my sweet spot. We both moaned from the pleasure each was giving. I almost came for a second time without being touched. He differently made me hard again after that performance. He shot ten times within me as well.
We both collapsed on the floor breathless. A few moments all you could hear was us trying to catch our breaths. I got the energy to roll on my side and busted into laughter. Unfortunately, Kyle land in a paint pan. Most of his arm and part of his left side was covered in paint. He just realized it and lunged for me.
I nearly escaped his grasp and but rolled into globs of paint myself. I stood up and most of my body was covered in a polka dot pattern and he was half painted. I smiled and just gave him a big old hug. We mix paint and that is when it happened. We paused briefly for a moment and stared into each other's eyes and we both leaned in. We kissed each other. Not a peck but romantically.
I thought I would not have feelings this soon for someone else or at all. I was heart broken and still was not over Logan yet, my body was sending signals contrarily to what my mind was speaking. Of course, I do not go by what is in my pants or try not to because we do know that can lead me to some wild adventures. This time I was taking my time or trying to.
This was running through my head as our lips were touching. He pulled back and I was still in my head. He noticed and said, "Oh... I am so sorry. It just happened and the moment felt so right. Are you ok? I can go."
He was about to leave when I realized that he was leaving. I reached out to his hand and said, "Wait."
He stopped and waited for me to speak. "You're right, I was in the moment too. It did feel right but..." I paused to get my words.
"No but just enjoy what happened," he interjected. "Do not over think this. Two guys enjoying each other's companies."
"Yeah, I guess I can think it that way right now. Just to let you know, you are an awesome kisser," I admitted to him.
He blushed and replied, "So are you. See you already got me hard just from that kiss." He pointed to his boxers that were tented up.
"Same here," I told him.
We laughed once again and notice we really were a mess from the cum and paint all over us. "Quick shower together, I promise I will not hump, or jump you while I am in there," he said with his hand over his heart.
"Fine, lets shower," I said. "First let's clean up since it looks like we are done here."
We cleaned up quickly and head over to the shower. We help wash each other which did not help our state of being with our members down below, but we kept our word, nothing happened. We got dressed, admired our work.
"Well, I guess my work here is done but can I ask one favor," he asked me, and I noticed what he was going to ask.
I went into my closet and handed him a pair of joggers. He smiled and said, "I will return this but first you can have these till I do." He removed his boxers and put on the joggers.
We said our goodbyes as I finished moving things back in the room. He took off and I was completely spent. I passed out.
Logan was gently shaking on shoulder by the flight attend. "Excuse me, sir. We are landing now," he said to Logan.
"Thanks," he replied to him.
Logan waiting for the plane to land. He grabbed his luggage and main to the waiting area to be picked up. They arrived to pick him.
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