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Route 66 Tour Chapter 3
We had just arrived back at A.J.'s house from dinner with his grandmother and were headed up the stairs to his bedroom when he told me that he felt the beginnings of a hardon. Since we had just shared several very passionate kisses, it was no surprise that both of us were in that condition.
I followed him up the stairs, pinching his butt and wishing his pants were off so I could enjoy the sight of his furry buns parading ahead of me. We were each carrying our suitcoats, having shed them when we left the Oklahoma City Country Club earlier. A.J. laid his coat on the bed and went into the closet to retrieve hangers for each of us. I had started to remove my belt when he returned to my side.
"Hey mister, can I help you get undressed?" I heard this tiny 'little boy voice' say, "Please, I wanna see your big wee- wee," it continued. "Please, I've never seen a grown-up naakked (drawing the word out) before. Huh, mister, can I, can I?" His eyes were almost dancing, they seemed to sparkle so much.
Getting in my role, I said in a really deep voice, "I don't think I'm supposed to do that. Your Daddy and Mommy might get mad if they found out."
Tugging at my belt and starting to undo my pants, he continued, "But please, mister, I won't tell anybody. I promise. please."
I started removing his pants and continued, "Well, maybe, but what will you do after I show it to you?"
He leaned in for a kiss and then in his regular voice, "Damned if I know. I just want to look at it and admire it, that's all."
I pecked him back. "If you just want to look at it. no deal," and acted like I was going to fasten my pants back up.
The 'little boy voice' again, "But mister, you don't understand, I just gotta look at it. I'll do anything, mister. please. please," he pleaded.
This was fun. I wondered how long were could continue this play, but I wanted to see his wee-wee, too.
His hands were unfastening my pants again and I had started on the knot of his necktie. Soon the "play acting" was abandoned for other, more important things we wanted to do to each other - like get naked. Nothing turns me on any more than "unwrapping a package" and although I knew what I was going to see, I wanted to see it again and it excited me.
I'm surprised that either of us had the presence of mind to actually hang our suits up, but we did. It didn't take us long to strip the rest of the other's clothes off and we were standing there in nothing but our socks and silk boxers, which weren't doing a very good job of containing the "real present" we were after. Somehow, over-the-calf socks didn't look right in this picture and we laughed as we peeled those off, too.
I knelt in front of A.J. and ran my hands up the legs of his boxers so I could tease his balls. I love hairy balls and he had a matched set, about the size of golf balls. I made his cock pop out of the fly of his shorts and buried it in my throat. He gasped and I could tell that his knees had bent some. Using lots of saliva, I poked my tongue under his foreskin and ran it around his glans, just behind the head. I was enjoying the slightly bitter taste of his cock cheese. It wasn't strong and there wasn't a lot, but what a treat! I could hear him sucking in his breath. Since I had gotten it plenty wet, I took his cock as far down my throat as I could, rubbing his balls lightly as I did that. Another gasp, then I felt his cock twitch and was rewarded with a generous dollop of precum.
I felt his hands move from my shoulders to either side of my face as he indicated he wanted me to stand up. As I stood, he knelt in front of me. I received the same treatment, hands up the legs of my shorts, my cock poking out the fly of my shorts and being devoured by a wet mouth that had this most fantastic tongue in it. And. the owner knew how to use the tongue, too!
There was a better way to do this and we sensed that each wanted to move this party to the bed. I stood and we pulled the sheet and spread down, shucked our shorts and we were all over each other before we were to a sitting position. We were searching for the other's mouth, and running our hands over the others face, shoulders, back and chests. Too bad we didn't each have at least 6 hands. That would really have been fun. But. there wasn't anything shabby about the pleasure we were giving each other now.
A.J. ended up on his back and helped pull me on top of him so that all essential body parts meshed with the other. I don't know what there is about lying on top of another hard body, but it certainly felt good to me. We are both pretty hairy and the sensation of two chests and stomachs rubbing together sent all kinds of shock waves through our bodies. Then there was the problem to two hard, leaking dicks. The precum they produced made them slippery and the feeling of them sliding through our pubic hair only added to the already intense feelings we were receiving.
I boosted myself away slightly so I could move down and give his nipples the attention they deserved. Pinching one while alternately biting and sucking on the other, then changing sides, A.J. was soon thrashing on the bed. Holding his nips in my fingers, I licked on down through the fur to clean out his belly button. That almost landed both of us on the floor. I must have hit a nerve. 'File that away for future usage,' I thought.
Well if that tickled him, just wait because my mouth and tongue had its sight set on something on down a short distance. Here was a real treasure of tastes, starting with A.J.'s balls, cock shaft, foreskin, glans and on lower to the perineum between his balls and asshole. A virtual banquet waiting. Where to start? Soup, salad, dessert, the main course? I wasn't particular, just start somewhere. They were all going to taste like A.J. and that would be just fine. I decided to start with his wonderful smelling, tasty, fuzzy balls.
I could rub from his knees to his stomach while I was giving those balls a bath. They tasted good, just a slight taste of perspiration. enough to give them that extra little bit of that flavorful, tangy taste and smell I had hoped for. His balls were too big to get them both in my mouth at once and the sack was starting to draw up, so it was difficult to get even one in my mouth. Giving up, I decided to go for the main course and licked my way to the end of his 6-inch dick. The foreskin was pulled back slightly; maybe it didn't cover him all the way when he was hard. Working up another big wad of saliva, I once again attacked that wonderful velvet-steel rod. He must have liked it because I got an immediate reward with another taste of his sticky precum.
Shifting so I could get a better angle, I buried it in my throat so his pubes were tickling my nose. I decided to tease his ass by using a dry finger to trace around his hole. He liked that, too! "Put it in," I heard him groan. Not a problem. I managed to pull up and wet my finger with the mixture of saliva and precum. Back to his hole and I breeched the door easily. Was this guy hot? All the while he was moaning and moving over the bed.
He sat up slightly and his hands pulled me toward him. "My turn," he whispered. I lay back down on hop of him in a full body contact and we exchanged plenty of tongue, then he rolled me onto my side and then my back, not breaking mouth contact. This guy liked to kiss and I was glad. That's a big turn-on for me.
I got my face washed this go-round. It was almost like having a dog lick me, his tongue felt that long and wet. My left ear got the first attention from that wonderful, talented tongue while his finger found my other ear. Then his mouth moved down my cheek to my neck and gave full attention to my Adam's apple, his fingers rubbing both ears. I must be really sensitive in those places because it was my turn to moan and bounce on the bed. The tongue came up the other side of my face and to the other ear. Wonderful tongue.
About that time his left hand moved down to play with the ring in my left tit. Almost a sensory overload. Must be a wire between my ear and my left nipple. Another kiss, then he moved back to my throat and the tit opposite the one with the ring. Biting and sucking, it was soon hard and standing up. More moans and groans and rolling around.
He started south, his tongue darted in my navel and he swabbed it out. That felt good. Then he licked down my left thigh, almost to the knee, then moved to the other and started back up. As he was moving up that leg, he was pushing my legs up and apart and I realized that he was going for my balls. Like his, mine weren't loose and all he could do was lick the sack. His tongue darted down toward my asshole and I was aware that his fingers were going to meet his tongue. He started packing saliva in there and my sphincter loosened immediately. 'How good could this get?' I wondered. He had two fingers inside and there wasn't any pain. Without warning, he buried my cock down his throat. When he reached bottom, he twirled his tongue around, then biting the shaft slightly. He must have hit my prostate about the same time, because I could feel myself leaking a little more. That felt good to me, too.
About that time he pivoted himself around so I could take him in my mouth. A "69" had never been my favorite form of sex, but somehow he managed to get into a position where we were both on our sides. This seemed to be comfortable for both of us and I went to work on his cock, too. I managed to work first one and then a second finger into his asshole and that intensified his action on my cock. It felt good where the plenteous hair on our chests and stomachs was rubbing on the other and that added a lot to the stimulation we were giving each other.
I realized that I was starting to feel some tingling sensations somewhere behind my dick so stepped up my efforts on A.J.'s cock and asshole, too. It didn't take long because I could feel his cock starting to twitch on the down-stroke each time I buried it in my throat. Suddenly I could tell that I was going to cum and A.J.'s dick hardened in my mouth, also. This wasn't going to take long; it was a contest as to who was going to trigger first. I worked on him harder and I could tell I was all the way down his throat.
With two fingers up my ass, he used the thumb of that same hand to push just below my balls. That's all it took and I did the same thing to him as I erupted. He was close enough that he spewed forth immediately. His first shot went right down my throat, but I needed to breathe and pulled back some. The next five or so shots almost burnt my tongue, they were so forceful and hot. Swallowing furiously, I managed to keep up with him, but saved the last shot in my mouth. I wanted to share this good stuff with him.
Meanwhile, he was drinking my ambrosia like a thirsty dog. He must have found every nerve in my dick and was all over everyone at the same time. I don't know how many shots I fired, but don't think ever in my life had I dumped as much as now.
We lay there; cocks still in each other's mouth, feeling them start to soften. A.J. finally pulled away and untangled himself from me. We sat up, searching for the other's mouth, and then sharing the reward each of us had received from the other. It was great as we used our tongues to stir what was in the other's mouth. Finally we swallowed, then cleaned off the other's lips.
We were almost side-by-side, facing each other so that we could rub each other's chests and backs easily, yet still kiss and lick the other. We had both perspired some and the salty- tasting skin was good on our tongues. went along with the cum.
We sat like that for at least 10 minutes, just enjoying being close to the other and nuzzling and kissing as we came down from the sexual high.
Finally A.J. said, "I've got to go pee." He started to move off the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I got to pinch his butt again. We were like two little boys who had discovered that it was okay to be naked and play with each other. There was no one to stop us and boy, were we gonna do it. We both stood by the stool and let loose our streams, again trying to hit the same spot. Well, we were just little boys. just older little boys. Little boys who knew what they wanted and were going to get it.
We finished peeing and after exchanging another kiss, decided that maybe a little toothbrush action might be a good idea. We each grabbed our washcloths and washed the saliva and who knows what else off our faces.
"I'm all charged up and not ready to go to bed - at least to sleep," A.J. said.
I said, "I'm with you, I'm not sleepy, but wouldn't object just to laying in each others arms and snuggling and talking."
"Would you like a liqueur or something?" he asked.
"Now that you mention it, yes. Do you have any port wine? Or a Drambuie on the rocks would be good, too.
"Should be both in the bar, let's go downstairs and see."
There was a bottle of good port wine and I thought something sweet would be great after all the salt we had just ingested. A.J. decided that port would be good, also.
"I just never think about drinking sweet wine, but this hits the spot," he said.
He had poured a large goblet for each of us and we took them back upstairs to his room. We ended up sitting in the two easy chairs after putting our shorts on to protect the upholstery. We talked about what we were going to do the next day. Laura had requested we go to the 10:45 mass at All Souls Episcopal Church. We figured that by the time we got around in the morning, had a bite to eat and went to church; the morning was shot as it would be after 12 noon when church was out.
"There isn't a lot to eat in the house. How about juice, coffee and sweet rolls before church then take grandmother out for brunch?"
"That's fine with me. How about it being my treat?"
"Doesn't matter. There's a great place not too far from here that has great oriental food, along with things like roast beef and fried chicken."
"I love oriental food. That sounds like you just solved the problem of 'where'," I answered.
"Kwang Chow it is then. Grandmother likes to go there, too."
We discussed the other things we might do the next day and Monday. Since neither A.J. or his grandmother had been to the state capitol building since the dome was built, we decided to find out if Laura would like to go there. A.J. said that he would call her in the morning after we were up and around.
I expressed some interest in the Martin Park Nature Center, the zoo and the Myraid Botanical Gardens. "I'll leave the art galleries up to you as to the quality of art and which is the most interesting. The weather is supposed to be nice over the weekend, so I suggest we stay outside as much as possible. Art Museums are for rainy days unless there is an exhibit that is closing immediately and you haven't seen it."
"Good idea. We can do the indoor stuff later - you are coming back over here, aren't you?"
I decided to play coy. "I don't know, Laura hasn't invited me."
At that, he was out of his chair and on my lap in an instant, his tongue almost buried in my throat. When we finally (I wasn't objecting) broke apart, he said, "Laura doesn't have anything to do with this." It was a good thing my glass was sitting on the table between our chairs, because he started tickling me. It's also a good thing the chair was strong because there was 400 pounds of two big guys sitting in them, wiggling around. I tried to give as good as I was getting, but he wasn't as ticklish as me.
Finally, we gave up on that and went back to those wonderful kisses we had created for each other. A.J. was such a doll. Big, strong, hairy, virile, and yet as kind and gentle as could be. No one looking at him would ever know that he liked other guys. I sure didn't when I first saw him. I was sure falling in love, but it sure seemed improbable because of the difference in our ages.
As we were exchanging one more kiss, we discovered that our dicks had awakened again. Again? Was I absorbing some of A.J.'s post-teen hormones from the cum infusions I had received? I sure hoped so.
He looked at the clock on the bedside table. Almost 1 a.m. Where had the time gone? They say, "Time passes when you're having fun." Well, I'd sure had fun this evening and had no idea it was that late.
Finishing our wine, we made another trip to the bathroom to empty our bladders and brush our teeth before landing in bed - this time to sleep?
We retrieved the sheet from the floor, deciding that our bodies were hot enough that we didn't need the extra weight of the spread. Turning on our sides to face each other, we wrapped arms and legs together. Kissing each other good night, we were both asleep immediately.
The next thing I knew it was light in the room. I didn't know what time it was and without my glasses I couldn't read the clock behind A.J. I guess my stirring wakened him and we both realized that we had 'morning wood'. This was a novelty for me. Maybe I just hadn't been stimulated to have this phenomenon for a long time. Amazingly, we both had sweet breath as a result of brushing before bedtime. We lost no time in making sure the other was awake, but an urgent pee-call for each of us was in order.
I wanted so badly to hold A.J.'s dick and help him pee, but the urgency of my own need to pee commandeered my attention. Besides, he might have ended up peeing on the wall.
It was 8:45, so we had less than 2 hours to get our show on the road; shave, shower, dress, have a bite to eat, pick up Laura and get to the church. And. I reminded to A.J. to call his grandmother about brunch and see if she wanted to go to the capitol building today. Laura was thrilled we were willing to include her in our plans for the day and, from what I could hear of the conversation, wanted to be assured that she was not intruding on our activities. She agreed to the brunch idea but told him that we deserved the day to ourselves instead of hauling her around. 'What an astute lady,' I thought.
We went to the kitchen to get juice for ourselves and start the coffeepot. Taking our glasses of orange juice back upstairs, we each shaved at the same time, then I went back to the kitchen, taking the empty glasses back and bringing two mugs of coffee for us. We each had a sip of the hot liquid, then crawled into the over-sized shower. A.J. started the water to get the temperature adjusted, then turned on the full force of the shower. I love a shower that has power instead of the wimpy dribble produced by showers with restrictors in them. We soaped each other up, taking turns shampooing the others hair. This was fun, erotic and stimulating. I would have been content to spend the rest of the morning in the shower, playing as we were, but there was no time for that except to admire the other.
I wasn't aware of the amount of time we'd spent in the shower until we dried ourselves and got out. Our coffee was lukewarm. Since we both had "semi's" we were more than lukewarm. Had the "heat" transferred?
Since we each had hair dryers, it didn't take us long to finish in the bathroom. A.J. used his ? (Pi) Cologne by Givenchy and I had some Herrera Cologne with me. God, but we smelled sweet. Why not, we were two good-looking studs.
Donning boxers and crew socks, we each pulled a sport outfit from the closet. I selected a light green oxford cloth shirt with a rust and green tie to go with green slacks and my cream- colored sport coat. A.J. pulled out an ecru-colored shirt, light brown slacks and a rust sport coat. His tie had the same colors as mine, but his was a rep stripe where mine had medallions all over it. I concluded that we both had good taste in clothing. We did look well together and I was thinking about Laura and her comment about choosing between handsome gentlemen. Well, we had a reputation to keep up, didn't we?
We exchanged several kisses while we were dressing, but were careful not to get carried away. It would only heighten our expectations for later.
We dumped our now cold coffee and went back downstairs to the kitchen. I poured fresh cups of coffee while A.J. nuked a couple of sweet rolls. I looked at my watch. It was 10:10, so we seemed to be on schedule. We could pick up Laura and be at the church in 20 minutes with no problem.
Shutting off the coffee pot and rinsing the mugs, we were ready to be on our way. Laura was thrilled to see us and, again, went through her litany of the "handsome men" who were accompanying her to church. A.J. let us out at the front door and went to park the car. We climbed the steps and waited in the narthex for him to enter. She told me that she always sat about the sixth row on the right side and I escorted her on my left arm as we went down the aisle. Verifying that we were where she wanted to sit, I genuflected and entered the pew, she and A.J. following me. We knelt for prayers and I finished mine just as the organ prelude was starting. 'Good timing,' I thought.
The prelude was only listed as "Prelude" in the bulletin, but I recognized it as being the Ralph Vaughan Williams "Prelude on 'Rhosymedre'" which translates to "Lovely". It's a beautiful organ work, but I thought the organist took tempo too fast. At least I didn't play it that way. The processional hymn started, Hymn 410, "Praise, my soul, the King of heaven", a beautiful hymn. We bowed for the processional cross as it came down the aisle, followed by a small choir of about 20 voices. The choir sang the descant on the 4th stanza, but it wasn't the same as I was used to, with a men and boys choir in my parish.
The service was beautiful, the sermon dull and uninspired. I hate sermons where I have to listen to someone's views on current events. No tie to the readings or the Gospel, either.
We went to communion and returned to our pew for the Post Communion Prayer and Blessing. Maybe A.J. would have a chance to go to church with me and see how it was meant to be. The final hymn was uninspiring and the organist missed a good chance to really make us sing. They didn't stay to hear the postlude and I wasn't going to ask, as it was something unfamiliar to me.
Going out the door we were greeted by the rector and I was introduced as a family friend. My thoughts were: 'And if you only knew' but just had to keep the thought behind my smile.
I expected the restaurant to be busy, but we were seated immediately. I realized that A.J. had called for reservations sometime before we got there, perhaps when we picked Laura up as he was in the house for a couple of minutes.
The food was delicious. It's always tempting to overeat when at a buffet, but I justified it by the fact that we were going to the Nature Center and zoo later in the afternoon. Besides, hopefully our sexual activities would burn off the extra calories - I hoped. A good thought, anyway.
When the check came, I was allowed to pay for the meal. Since A.J. and I had discussed this, I was thankful he didn't try to grab it. It's always amazing to me that the oriental restaurants manage to put on a huge buffet for far less cost than the other restaurants.
We took Laura back to her house and she thanked us for taking her to church and me for taking her to lunch, telling us that she would see us again before I went back to Tulsa. As I got out of the car to open her door, she gave me a big hug and kiss and told both of us to have a wonderful afternoon. I couldn't help but wonder if she had any thoughts as to our involvement with each other, but didn't care. She had a lot of class and seemed to accept both of us for who we were.
Going back to A.J.'s place, we held hands and talked about the morning and luncheon. We agreed that it had been nice, but that he had wanted to hold my hand during church. With Laura between us, we couldn't do anymore than shake hands at The Peace.
"Oh well, we can make up for it later," I said.
A.J. replied, "What PIECE do I get?"
"Whatever, you are big enough to take," I laughed.
It was fun to laugh about it, anyway. To quote an unknown source, "My heart was young and gay" at that moment.
We were quickly back "home" and A.J. parked his mother's car. "I want to drive my new Acura this afternoon, okay?" he asked.
"Sure, I'd like to ride in it. I have several friends who have one, but never a chance to ride in one."
Inside the house, we went upstairs to shed our clothes down to our boxers. We both took our crew socks off so they could be replaced with heavier sport socks and sport shoes - Reeboks for me and Nikes for A.J.
I pulled on a cotton polo and some "Route 66" shorts, thinking 'How appropriate was the selection,' since that was what brought us together. I was ready to go and picked up my camera as we went out the door and down the steps.
A.J. was wearing something similar to me, but no one would think we were twins.
Getting in his car - which still had the "new car" smell - we were on our way to the Martin Park Nature Center. We held hands all the way over there.
His car was nice. Cloth seats, which he said cost more than the standard leather seats. I hate leather and plastic to sit on. Cold in the winter and hot in the summer. He had made a good choice as far as I was concerned.
The park was nice. A good nature trail and surprisingly, not very many people out that day. Well, it was Labor Day weekend and a lot of people went boating and camping. That was fine, it gave us a chance to amble along, take pictures and take our time. We took pictures of each other and several times asked another person to take a picture of us together. Since it was a digital camera, we could look at the pictures immediately to see if it was a "keeper". The real keeper would have been if we could kiss, but didn't see anyone along the trail that we thought would take that picture for us.
The zoo was fun and it is a nice zoo/park. Well laid out and interesting exhibits. Compares well to zoo parks of its size across the country. Someone had some good foresight to see that it was laid out in logical order and the animal shelters blend well with the general landscape and open areas available for them to roam in. Located about 3 miles from the capitol building, it's in a rather hilly area of the city, which enhances the habitat of the zoo/park.
Of course the monkeys and apes are the most fascinating and entertaining for me, and probably most of the others as there were larger crowds around those exhibits than the others, except for the elephants. They always seem to draw plenty who want to watch.
I am scared to death of snakes, but for some reason seem to have a morbid curiosity about seeing them behind glass. They had the usual display, nothing exotic, but was worth taking the time to look.
I'll never forget the time at the Chicago Brookfield Zoo when visiting the snake house many years ago; we realized that two rattlesnakes were having intercourse. How gross! I mean, it's okay for people to fuck, but snakes?
By this time it was getting on toward 5 p.m. and time for happy hour. I had volunteered to stop at a grocery and pick up something we could fix for an evening meal. not that we really needed it for the sake of energy, but the habit, I guess.
We finally decided that it really would be more fun to eat in where we could shed our clothes, maybe swim a bit and enjoy each other's company. So, he stopped at an independent market noted for a good meat market. We picked out a couple of KC Strip steaks, purchased a couple of baking potatoes, sour cream and chives; decided on a bag of salad greens, a couple of tomatoes, an avocado and a zucchini to steam, hoping there were some herbs in the kitchen cabinet. If not, some butter and salt and pepper would do.
We were back at the house in just a few minutes. We stopped in the kitchen and I made up a marinade of some soy sauce, red wine and black pepper for the steaks, covering them and leaving them to warm to room temperature. The salad could be made up later, but we washed the potatoes and wrapped them in foil to bake later, too.
Then, it seemed we were always going to his bedroom to take our clothes off. [Anyway have a better idea? I don't]
We decided that it would be fun to undress the other again, so took our time. One would remove an article of clothing, worship that part of newly exposed body and then the other would do the same. I don't know of anything that turns me on more and it did A.J., too. We were unhurried and we were fully hard long before we got to those items of clothing. We had walked just enough that we had a little taste of sweat on our bodies. The best accumulation was on our balls and just behind them. It tasted as good as it smelled. No wonder guys got off on smelling shorts and jockstraps.
I don't think either of us had anything planned, but what else in a bedroom - we ended up on the bed, stretched out on our sides where we could caress and fondle the other, exchanging kisses, which got progressively more passionate. We would roll so that first one, then the other was on top. It felt good and our hard rods were leaking precum copiously. It felt good. I was wondering why I'd never leaked this stuff before meeting A.J., but was glad I had something tasty for him to lap up. I was certainly enjoying his emission of the same stuff.
Somehow I knew we were going to end up with somebody being fucked and I was hoping it would be me. It was. I was on my back and A.J. got me loosened up in no time. He got a bottle of Astroglide, lubing his cock, and then slipping on a condom. Just to be sure, he squirted some up my asshole and used his finger to spread it around. I was starting to bounce on the bed and urgently said, "Hon, put it in me." This was the first time I had called him "Hon" but it seemed right. He didn't let me linger. His cockhead was at my ass lips and seemingly with little effort on his part I felt him enter. He felt so good, so warm and so hard!!
As he entered me, his arms were behind my legs and he pushed them back to where I could wrap them around his waist. After a couple of thrusts on his part, we became a "fuck machine" each striving to please the other. He drove me to the edge a couple of times, then eased back to let me regain control of my urge to cum. When he sensed that I was back from the brink, he brought me to the edge again. We were both panting, moaning, making primal noises and wishing we could produce enough cum to permanently glue ourselves to the other. The feelings were indescribable and finally neither of us could hold back. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass and it triggered me, also. When I started to cum, my sphincter muscle clamped on his cock and it was all over with, except for how quickly we could pump out what seemed to be gallons of cum.
I had shot so much that we were both covered from our stomachs to our necks. We were sliding around on each other, him still in my ass and still we had the urge that this should never end. I wondered if men and women ever had the chance to experience what we just had. Not that I cared. I didn't have any interest in finding out. It couldn't get any better than this, I thought.
A.J.'s mouth found mine and although we didn't have any cum to share with each other, our tongues still battled for supremacy or just to be in each other's mouth. Kissing each other passionately, we soon cooled in our ardor and relaxed into a post- orgasmic bliss. It felt so good just to lie there, being one with the other.
Finally he softened enough that he slipped out of me. A.J. rolled off the bed and reached for my hand to help me. He stripped the condom off and there had to be at least two tablespoons of cum in it. I wondered how much I had produced, because it felt like I'd given up every ounce of liquid I had in my body.
When we got to the stool, he dropped the filled condom in and we each pissed like we hadn't peed for three or four hours. After he finished peeing, I had the urge to clean the remaining cum off his cock. He then did the same for me and we shared the residue of our wads. We climbed into the shower and washed the rest of the cum off my chest and stomach, then soaped ourselves up and rinsed off. We were both too spent to even think of playing around with each other.
Drying ourselves off we returned to the bedroom. Surprisingly, the bed was in pretty good shape. We could only find one wet spot and it was really in the wrong place to be cum. Neither of us thought to taste it, but it didn't make any difference anyway.
We pulled on our boxers. There wasn't really any need to since we were the only ones there. Back down to the kitchen and I put the potatoes in to back while A.J. went outside to check the grill to see if it needed to be cleaned. I started the salad preparation, chopping up tomatoes and green onions and mixing them with the salad greens. There was a vegetable steamer in the cabinet and I found a 2-quart saucepan to use for the zucchini. A.J. came back in to tell me he had lit the grill so it could burn off and be ready for the steaks when we were ready to cook them.
That done, we didn't have anything to do for about 45 minutes, so A.J. fixed us each a scotch, then we decided that it would be fun to play in the pool. No need for our shorts and A.J. ran upstairs to get us towels. We ran out the door and fell in the pool. The water felt wonderful and we simply played around without trying to swim. It was just a time to enjoy each other's company and we soon got out and lay on the lounge chairs to dry off.
By this time, there were meal preparations. A.J. tuned the gas burner on the grill up to the temperature needed to cook the steaks and I went in to finish the salad and get the zucchini ready to steam. The rest of the preparation went quickly and we decided to eat in the kitchen and didn't bother to put our shorts back on. I loved to look at his body and felt myself starting to get a little thicker. It didn't help that he stood behind me, rubbing his hands over my back, sides and chest.
A.J. retrieved the steaks from the grill while I unwrapped the potatoes and got everything else ready to serve.
The food tasted really good and we both ate as if we were starved. In thinking back, we had walked a long distance at the Nature Center and again at the zoo, then practiced our sexual acrobatics after we returned home. We'd probably worn off lunch.
By the time we were through eating, it was almost 8:30. I cleaned up the kitchen while A.J. called Laura to check on her. She was trying to decide about a capitol building tour the next day, so he promised to call her after we were up and around the next morning.
We ended up back in the bedroom cuddled on the bed and watched a movie on TV. It wasn't very exciting as we both went to sleep long before it was over. A.J. woke up first and nudged me awake.
Pulling up the sheet, we faced each other and wrapping ourselves in the other, we were quickly asleep, dreaming of the perfect fuck we'd had earlier.
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