Hello everyone! I love each and every one of you who has written to me to let me know how much you are enjoying my writing. Yes, it has been quite a while since the last part, but I am currently facing some technical issues. My laptop died on me. Now I'm reliant on many other people to get connection to the outside world. I'm so happy that most have you have read the other series to catch up. Yes, Matteo is my rock. I love him more than any human being on this Earth. I would die for him. Side Note No, I do not do cam shows anymore and now that I have a somewhat respectable job, I'm hesitant to send pictures. If we end up building a relationship of sorts in E-Mail exchanges, maybe I will, but the world is a small place. This segues perfectly into my new shout-out segment in each story's opening. Shout-Out: thanks times a million to Dan C. for being such a HUGE (literally) fan of mine. The E-Mails and pictures have kept me diligent in my writing. Much love to you. I'll do a shout-out for every story if there is a noteworthy fan. My E-Mail address is sexychrispylove@gmail.com. You can reach me there with any questions, comments, concerns, love, and etc. I try to check it at least daily. Without any further ado... here we go!
Here are scenes from the last chapter. If you haven't read it yet, now might be a good time to go back.
I stood under the scolding hot stream of water for what seemed like an eternity before the curtain opened and Peter stepped into the tub with me. "How about a bath?"
[Jake] stood and slid off his pants, and then moved the beer from the couch to the table in front of us. His hairy body always sent excited shivers through my body. The briefs he was wearing showed a perfect outline of his outstanding dick. He slowly approached me and climbed onto my lap, doing a slow gyrating motion with his hips. At this point, I couldn't contain my feelings. My stiffening boner betrayed me and I knew he could feel it.
"It seems that you may have been telling a lie before, Chris. You sure are getting into this quicker than you originally let on."
Part 4
Jake kissed me before I could respond. He continued moving his hips so that our covered cocks were slowly rubbing together. I was clearly far more excited about what was going on than he was judging by cock stiffness alone. He acted more enthusiastic in an attempt to get me in agreement with his ideas. His lips and mouth still tasted sweet like cherries. I wanted to explore every centimeter of his mouth, but took it slow. He reciprocated my heavy use of tongue and reached down to rub my cock through my jock.
Jake pulled back from the kiss, but I lingered for probably a second too long, "How was that? Convincing enough? You sure were into it."
I paused to catch my breath before speaking, "Yeah, that was good. You don't have to convince me, though. The more real it is, the more money we get."
"Well, I don't know about you, but it felt pretty real. I think we're pretty solid there." He turned his head for a second like he heard something, and then turned back to me with a wide grin on his face. "Did you hear that? Someone just gave us points for a blowjob."
Jake stood tall on his knees, still facing me and slid down his briefs just enough so that his pretty cock was able to escape. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He was still soft, so I took in his cock and balls. He moaned with excitement and held himself up by placing both hands on top of my head. His blood quickly began flowing to his dick because within 30 seconds, he was rock hard and filling my mouth. He fit perfectly enough so that I could get his cock head past my uvula and swallow him. Jake showed his enjoyment of this move with gasping moans.
"Jesus fuck! What was that?" Jake managed between moans as I released his dick to the tip and then plunged back down on it. I sucked down hard so that his shaft was held tightly between the roof of my mouth and tongue. With every motion I made, Jake moaned either louder or deeper. I took him all the way and swallowed again to distract him while I began moved a finger to his asshole. Just as I began poking at his tight hole he tensed and said, "No, no. Hard pass. Ass play's out!"
I shrugged and began quickly bobbing my head back and forth while I switched my hands position to his balls. I lightly squeezed them and let them roll between my fingers. Jake began to take control of the situation. He placed one hand behind my head and the other on the wall behind me to stabilize himself. He gently fucked my mouth before pulling himself out of my mouth.
"Fuck! I almost fucking came. Goddamnit! That was probably the best fucking blow job I've ever had!" Jake was heavily breathing.
"Are we gonna fuck?" I asked.
"Already said, that's a hard pass." Jake replied.
"Then why don't you let me finish you off?" I winked.
Jake smiled and presented his cock again. I took it in my mouth with pleasure and we continued where we left off. Jake was loudly moaning at this point. I took every last inch of him in my mouth, then placed my hands on his ass and pushed him into me to make sure there was no part of his cock uncovered. He was holding the wall with both hands and cried out as he came deep in my throat. I continued to suck on him while his entire body quivered with pleasure. After he began to lose his hard on, he fell back on the couch and laughed.
"Fucking Christ! That was fucking fantastic!" He was still breathing heavily and started fooling around with his limp dick. "I think I might be gay after that shit."
"I've got a totally fuckable ass if you want to test that theory..." I smiled.
"Ha! Although that was the best feeling blow job I've ever had, and one of only a few that made me cum, you can't beat a little cutie with a tiny body looking up at you with a mouth full of my cock. Nothing beats that mental imagery while getting blown. I especially love to lay my dick over the girls with small faces. It looks like a mother fucking monster." He looked over at me, "I think I've got enough gayness left to let you cum on me. I'm not ready for a blow job yet, but I at least owe you a surface to paint on after you've swallowed my load."
I crawled over him on the couch and sat right on his soft dick. Jake leaned his head back and watched the ceiling while rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. I took hold of my hard member and stroked it hard and fast. I stared down at Jake's super-masculine features. His perfect jaw-line, trimmed facial hair, and gym cut physique. All of it plus the fact that I could feel his manhood pressed into my ass made me hit climax fast and hard. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan of pleasure as I covered his chin, chest and stomach with my jizz. I fell back onto the couch and softly laughed. I felt euphoric.
"You fucking came on my mouth!" Jake sat up straight laughing. He grabbed my underwear from the floor and wiped off his mouth. "Jesus you soaked me." He continued wiping cum from the rest of his body and then lay down next to me. We spooned for a bit before falling asleep.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. I slid on a pair of basketball shorts and walked into the kitchen. Jake was wearing an apron over a pair of boxers and making breakfast. He was jamming out to some music and dancing around the kitchen. I sat at the counter and laughed when he noticed me and jumped.
"Eggs are almost done. Can you pour some OJ?" Jake flipped the eggs in the pan while I got up and grabbed the juice from the fridge.
"You're extra chipper this morning," I said while pouring our drinks. Jake put two eggs and a few pieces of bacon on each plate and set them on the counter. We sat across from each other.
"Well, I had a very pleasurable night." He said between bites.
I laughed, "Up for another round? I can blow you where you sit. Maybe eat your ass for my dessert?"
"Yeah, I'll pass on that," He laughed. "But we can continue practice tonight if you want."
"Can't, I have other plans."
"What the fuck do you have planned?" He questioned.
"You know... the normal gay things. Sexual relations and whatnot." I smiled.
My phone rang and showed Matteo's number, "Hello my love."
"I'm not your love," He replied.
"Don't deny it. You want me."
"I'm going to the store and figured I'd offer a ride to your carless ass," He laughed.
"It's so sweet that you think about my ass. It's yours for the taking," I teased.
Matteo hung up on me and I jumped up to grab the list from the fridge. Jake told me a few more items to write in and I went to my bedroom to get dressed. I slid off my shorts and put on a pink, see-through jock, baggy jeans, and a grey tank top. Matteo texted he was outside, so I ran out the door and climbed in the passenger seat.
"So was this all a ruse to get some car sex going?" I smiled.
"My god you're laying it on thick today!" Matteo shook his head.
"I just want to make sure you never forget that I'm desperate for you." I smiled.
For the rest of the car ride we talked about random shit. When we got to the store, we went about getting all of the necessities. Halfway through the trip I was getting restless and horny. I started randomly pinching and poking Matteo's sides whenever he would go to grab something, or when he would seem distracted. He is incredibly ticklish, especially on his sides. It drives him absolutely wild.
"Fuck, Chris! We're going to get kicked out of here!" He laughed.
I looked around the aisle to make sure we were alone, "Tickling won't get us kicked out, but this will." I pulled down the back of my jeans and wiggled my bare ass at him.
"Jesus! You're crazy!" He was looking around, worried we'd be seen.
"Matty, don't you miss that ass? I know I miss yours every single day." I pulled up my pants and climbed onto the bar at the end of the cart so he could push me around.
"You're a child, Christian." Matteo smiled.
"I don't think a child would have one of these," I slid down the front of my pants and let my cock dangle out over the cart. Matteo blushed and looked around again, making sure no one was around to see this.
"C'mon Matty, I know you want this. Just touch it once and I'll be able to put it away. It needs your touch." I smiled and wagged my dick at him.
"Christian, put that away! Someone's at the end of the aisle!" Matteo looked very nervous, now.
"Touch it or we get caught for sexual deviancy." I held my hands up like I was weighing the options.
Matteo looked around again and leaned forward like he was adjusting items in the cart. He made a quick movement up and grabbed hold of me. I smiled brightly at him when I saw that he had a big grin on his face. I realized it was a mischievous grin too late. He let go of my dick and wrist whipped my balls. I pulled up my pants and grabbed onto the front of them, cradling my sore balls. I was leaning fully over the cart in agony when we passed the lady at the end of the aisle.
"You're a dick," I muttered when we were out of earshot from the lady.
Matteo laughed, "I'm a dick who just touched your dick. Be happy."
"Oh, I am."
The rest of our shopping trip went fairly normal. On the way home I asked him if I could borrow his car for the night, so we dropped him off at his dorm first, and then I drove myself home.
When I got to the apartment, Jake was getting a blow job on the couch. The girl was too into it, so she never lost her concentration. Jake and I exchanged a thumbs up and I unloaded the groceries in the kitchen. When I walked back through the living room to get to my bedroom, the two love birds were making out, looking like they were getting ready to fuck. I stripped naked and got into bed to take a nap.
When I woke back up, I could hear Jake laying some rough pipe in his room. The wall vibrated with every thrust of his and the girl was dramatically moaning. She sounded like a sea gull getting brutally murdered. I checked the time and quickly threw on some sweats, then left for my hour drive.
About a year before, I had met a guy at the beach. He was a silver fox, probably in his early 50s. I was relaxing on a towel and he ended up moving his stuff next to mine. We flirted for a while laying there. He was very handsy and kept grabbing at my cock. I enjoyed the public displays. We ended up going to the bathroom at the edge of the beach and he blew me with the stall door open. A few guys came in and out of the bathroom, but only one threatened to call the police. He invited me back to his beach house to continue the fun.
I ended up staying at the beach house the rest of the weekend with him. When we weren't fucking, we were cuddling, kissing, fondling, or sucking. The only time we left his bed was to use the bathroom and get the food delivered to the house. After a second weekend fuck fest, he invited me to make some money at an artistic club meeting. He and a bunch of other artists, some young and some old, began a club for appreciation of the naked form through art. They had just lost one of their models because he graduated. Once or twice a month they get together for food, drinks, and art.
I got there slightly late and entered through the kitchen door. There was an incredibly handsome guy in there already. He was naked and eating a pear while leaning on the sink. He had shoulder length hair and had the most rippling abs I had ever seen. He made me look like a fat slob. He had little hair on his chest and stomach, an adorable patch of pubes, and some hair down his legs. His cock, though soft, was quite large and he had a beautiful pair of balls.
"You can take a picture if you want," he smiled.
"Huh?" I questioned.
"You're staring," He was slightly laughing now. "Name's Cary. Yeah, my mom wanted a girl, but ended up with me."
"Chris, nice to meet you," we shook hands.
"You'd better hurry, Chris, the girls are already in there posing for the alternate scenes. We have a few we need to do, too."
I started to take off my clothes, "Are you new?" I asked.
"No, I'm just a sub basically. I come whenever someone cancels, since you and Rob are the only guys they have and Rob never seems to cancel, I usually just fill in for you." He watched my every action as I stripped. "Nice body!"
"Thanks," I laughed.
"Why laugh? You're tight, my friend." He smiled.
"Getting a compliment like that from someone like you."
"I guess I work out sometimes." He flexed a bit.
I took off my last sock and we walked down to the basement. It was a fully decked out art studio with canvases everywhere, several easels, paints on all the shelves, over-sized sketch books, pencils of every variety, perfect lighting, and a small stage for the models to pose. There were two girls on the stage, getting direction from one of the artists on how to pose for them. This was time for the artists to get us to pose for a picture because they wanted something other than what the chosen pose was going to be.
Cary and I were approached by an odd looking girl who wanted us to simulate a blow job. Cary had to sit in a chair, with his legs spread and resting over each arm of the chair. She told him to sit with his chest out and head slightly tilted up in an orgasmic moan. I was told to kneel in front of him and position my head directly over his genitals. She moved my hands, one over his chest and the other over his stomach. I held them like I was clawing into him. The girl positioned my lower body so that my legs were spread enough. She asked if she could maneuver my genitals and I agreed. She pulled on my cock and balls so they would be visible between my legs.
While she was maneuvering my junk, Cary smiled down at me and said, "While you're down there, I'd be okay if you wanted to maybe put it in your mouth... might make the shot more realistic."
I opened my mouth and took him in without moving my head. His body lightly jostled from a cute laugh he let out. While this is a nude art club, it is not a sex club. Any sex act for posing is always simulation. Usually Rob and I are made to simulate all sorts of sex acts, but he is straight as an arrow and we have never even come close to breaking the simulation rule. I could get used to working with Cary.
After our very real blow job scene, I had to pose for two solos and then we were all ready for the big show. For the next two hours I was paired with my usual girl. She and I have become great friends and often hang out. Our pose was for me to sit on the floor with my knees bent up, letting my junk dangle on the floor. Erica stood over me, facing forward with one foot on each side of me. I had to hold onto her leg and look longingly up at her. Once the painting and drawing began, we were perfectly still.
When we were finished, everyone thanked us and began packing their stuff. The other three models and I went up to the kitchen to get dressed. Erica and Bridget left quickly after Cary got Bridget's number.
"So you're straight?" I asked.
"I don't consider myself anything. I've been with both girls and guys. I just enjoy certain things with girls more."
"Do you want to continue the scene from earlier?" I approached him slowly.
"How about a fuck? Blow jobs just don't do it for me." He winked. "Got a condom?"
"Not on me, but Eric has plenty in his bedroom," I pointed down the hall.
Cary slid off his pants and underwear he had just put on and walked down the hall. I excitedly followed him. When we got into the room I went to kiss him, but he held up a hand and told me that his lips were saved for ladies only. Instead, I grabbed a condom from the drawer and knelt down to get him hard. I took him in my mouth and sucked. It only took a few moments before he was rolling the condom onto his cock. I got onto the bed and Cary followed, positioning me on my back. I lifted my legs and he leaned his chest against them. He grabbed a handful of lube from the tube sitting on the table and rubbed it on himself and slid his hand in the crack of my ass.
I let out a moan as Cary entered me slowly. He grabbed my hands and held them down over my head as he began thrusting himself into my asshole. Cary kept quiet, but stared into my eyes, in a very lustful and passionate manor. I was the opposite and made plenty of noise for the both of us. He was huge, and I could feel every inch of him inside of me. His muscular arms bulged with every thrust. I so badly wanted to taste his lips.
Mid-fuck, Eric entered the bedroom and watched for a moment. Cary turned back, never losing his rhythm, and told him to take my mouth. Eric climbed up into the bed and kissed me. They decided to move me so that my head could hang over the edge. Eric's bed was the perfect height so that he could stand at the side of the bed and fuck my face, while Cary continued pounding himself into me. He finished first with several deep and very hard thrusts. He slid himself out of me and switched spots with Eric. Cary's dick was warm and slimy. I sucked off the leftover cum from his dick.
Eric took the same position Cary had and began fucking me. Cary reached forward and started to jack me off. I released Cary's dick as my orgasm began to build. I warned of the coming explosion, so Eric slid himself out of my ass and moved back to my mouth. Cary quickened his motions and I released all over my chest and stomach. Shortly after, Eric unloaded himself into my mouth. I swallowed his juice.
"Well, boys, that was a blast." Cary grabbed a towel from the nightstand and wiped my cum off his hand and my slobber from his cock. "I've got to get going, though. Gonna give Bridget some fuck action tonight, too."
"Before you go, my phone is in my pants pocket in the kitchen. Call your phone from it so you have my number if you're ever in need of a guy to have fun with." I called out after him.
"Will do," He left with a wink.
Eric got up into the bed with me and we began kissing. He lay on top of me and our legs became entangled. I was almost ready to go for round two before Cary stepped back in the room.
"Round two?" I smiled.
Cary had a concerned look on his face, "Hey, I did what you asked, but I think someone has been trying to get a hold of you. You have like 30 missed calls."
He tossed me the phone and left. I flipped it open and saw 37 missed calls from my aunt and one of my cousins. There were several text messages, as well asking where I was. I called my aunt, and what she told me knocked the breath out of me.
"I'm sorry, Eric, but I have to go and figure out what's going on." I jumped up and ran out to my car, picking up my clothes on the way. At the first stop light, I slid on my underwear and T-Shirt. At the second light I managed to slide on my sweatpants.
I made it home in record time. My face was streaked with tears as I walked into the apartment. Jake was watching a movie and said something, but I just kept walking. I made it into my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. Jake knocked and came inside.
"Hey, do you want to talk?" He asked.
I ignored him and cried into my pillow. Jake slowly walked out of my room. I heard him talking to someone outside and then he left. Soon after, I heard the door to the apartment open followed by some soft talking outside. I couldn't tell who it was or what they were saying. There was a soft knock at my door and Matteo walked in. He walked over to my bed and climbed in with me. I let him move me so that he could hold me.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"How did you know?" I sniffled. "Why are you here?"
"Your aunt couldn't get a hold of you after she talked to you. She was worried and called me. I called Jake to see if you were here and told him to let me know when you got back." He kissed the back of my head.
"I hated him." I cried.
"I know."
Matteo held me while I cried. Jake came into the room and lay down next to me. They both ended up holding me until I cried myself to sleep. I woke from a nightmare early. Jake and Matteo were both still asleep. They were still holding onto me. I stayed there, in their arms, until they began to wake up.