"What a weekend!"- III
We made it back to work before anyone noticed we had overstayed our lunch hour. Once again, it was a busy afternoon. The input data seemed to be slowing down a bit, and I was sure of it when quitting time came and I was almost caught up. I knew I ought to get to work a bit early tomorrow morning. That way I could get caught up.
The afternoon passed rapidly, and Roger bid me good night as I told him I wanted to stay over a bit to see if I couldn't get caught up from the holiday's build up. I did, and I couldn't get quite caught up before my eyes felt like they had been sand papered. Time to get going home.
The next morning I came in half an hour early and saw Roger at his desk. He looked up and said, "I couldn't wait to hear the rest of your story, so I came in an hour early. I should be caught up by lunch time. Remember. We're going to lunch, dutch treat, and you've got to tell me the rest of your tale about Palm Springs."
I smiled and said, "I couldn't let you get away without hearing the rest of the story. See you at lunch." I went to my desk and started right in. I was all caught up when Roger knocked on my door and said, "Time to drop the chains, slave. Lunch time. Story time. Sexy time."
"Sh-h-h," I said to him. "Not the right place for that. Understand?" He nodded his head and led me out to the elevator. As soon as we left the elevator I noticed he was almost running to the restaurant. "Slow down there, lad. The story will keep until we get seated."
"I know," he said, "but I'm getting so hard thinking about it that I need to get seated at a table before it becomes obvious to everyone." He did make it to the table with no one noticing the decided bulge in his pants.
Again, we ordered our lunches and waited for the waiter to leave our table. Roger said in a very loud whisper, "Time to get talking there, hunk. I've been dreaming about your trip for two nights. I want to finish it up nicely."
"O.K. Nicely it is."
"My host had gotten me hard after that great dinner. I couldn't sleep. My cock was hard as a rock, and my host had sucked me to keep me hard. He lubed up my cock, put on a condom, then lubed the condom and his ass. I was sort of surprised as he put a pillow under his ass and raised his legs so they doubled him up, feet by his head.
"I reached out and pulled his legs over my shoulders, moved closer, and sat my hard cock just at his ass, not in it, but touching the hole. He smiled at me and beckoned me in with his hands. I pushed in slowly. His legs dropped to my side and pulled me in all the way. No slow entry this time.
"I hadn't gotten all the way into him before I could feel his ass moving around, like he had done before. His ass was still tight, but he held my cock firmly in place as he moved around. It was like being rubbed by a dozen little elves inside his ass.
"I pushed in all the way, held it for a few seconds, then began to pull out. Have you ever had the bottom move around so much it feels like the tip of your cock is chasing something special in his ass?" Roger shook his head, no. "So I fucked him good and hard while he played with me like a guitarist plays his guitar. Going all around it, bringing out unexpected delights. Man! It was great.
"All too soon he had me. I was on the edge and he came. His cum hit his chin, his chest, and ended up pooling on his stomach. He had a big one. So did I. His tightened hole squeezed me so much that I filled the condom fast. I didn't think I had that much cum left in my balls after all we'd done, but he got it out of me.
"This time I leaned down, kissed him, and let my quick-shrinking cock slip out of his ass. There was no way I was going to cum again that night. I lay down on him, his cum-covered chest touching my chest. I didn't give a shit. I just kissed him, holding most of my weight on my arms and legs. After a couple of minutes, I leaned back, licked his cum off his chest and kissed him, sharing the cum in my mouth. He leaned up and licked up the cum that had rubbed off his chest onto my chest. He shared that with me also. We kissed. He removed my condom, carefully tied up the full load. Then we both fell asleep.
"It was a good sleep for me, and, I believe for him. We woke up around 7 a.m. and cuddled for a few minutes. Then I told him I had to take a piss. He said he would start some coffee. He told me to come into the kitchen when I had emptied my bladder.
"Man, I emptied my bladder like it had never been emptied before. I guess the previous night's wine and drinks had worked their way out of my stomach and had to leave. He hadn't put on any clothes when he left for the kitchen, so I didn't either as I followed his path. I could hear the coffee maker producing coffee as I entered the kitchen.
"He filled a mug with hot coffee, asked me if I wanted anything in it, and handed it to me. No,' I replied. I just like it black.` He poured himself a mug, black like me, and led me out to the patio. I could see the mountains to the west of us, and the high wall that ringed his back hard. The pool off to the right would be entirely private. I liked that. I wish I had a house with a swimming pool...and a spa, like he has.
"He asked me what my schedule was for the day. I told him my reservation at the golf course was for noon, but I wanted to get there by 11 a.m., so I could practice a bit. You never know how good the golfers who pair up with you are. I didn't want to look like a total klutz.
"He asked me if I was hungry. I told him I would be after a shave and a shower . He told me to bring my coffee mug, asked me if I wanted a refill, which I did, and he filled it up again.
"We both brushed our teeth, and there was some horseplay at the basin we shared. Of course, I got hard, so he led me by my cock back to bed. We had barely gotten in bed before he had a condom on my cock, lube on it and his ass, and we were at it again.
"He sat on my cock again, sliding all the way down in one quick slide. He moved back and forth, and side to side, pushing and pulling my cock in all those dark places again. I don't know how he could do it, but he had me right on the edge, then slowed down, even stopped several times, to where I had to cum but couldn't. I told him I had to cum bad, and I begged him to let me cum. Finally, he let me cum.
"I came hard, and so did he. He shot cum into my mouth, on my chest and stomach. He seemed to put out more cum that time than any time before. I know I didn't. I think I was probably just about fucked out. I needed to rest. He got up off me, licked up the cum on my chest and stomach, shared it with me, and took the condom off my cock. When he tied it up, there wasn't as much cum in it as the ones I had used before. No wonder! He had emptied my balls completely.
"We laid down together, his head on my shoulder, his arm across my chest, but quiet now, not moving. I fell asleep almost instantly. I don't know about him. When I woke up about 9 a.m., he had another pot of fresh coffee waiting for me in the kitchen. We walked out to the patio to enjoy the air. It was just getting warm. A few minutes and I told him I was buying breakfast someplace in town. He had to choose the restaurant.
"We shaved, showered, and drove to Elmer's on East Palm Canyon. As usual, it was so crowded we would have had to wait for half an hour to get a table. We went to Coco's down the street. There was no waiting line, and the breakfast was quite good. I was sort of surprised how much I ate. I usually don't "pig out," but that morning I was starved, and ate everything they put in front of me. My host seemed hungry also, but not as much as I was.
"We just had time after breakfast to brush our teeth and get to the golf course. My course has reciprocal arrangements with Mesquite Country Club, so I was welcomed there without any fees. I did have to buy balls to use the driving range. I liked the guys I played with. We had a beer after the game, then I called my host on my cell phone, bid the guys goodbye, and went out to meet my host.
"It was good I had a late flight into SFO. My host let me shower by myself, then drove us to dinner. This time we needed to finish quicker, so he drove us Billy Reed's. It's a big place, sort of old fashioned, early west sort of decor. The food was good, and served quickly. We went back to the house.
"I was tired, but I thought I owed my host one special orgasm for him, whatever he would like. He just laughed and said he had had more orgasms that weekend that he would normally have in a month, no, two months.
Anyway, we stripped down, climbed into bed, and he backed up to me, his back against my chest. Of course, I put my arm around him, caressed him, and kissed his neck. Somehow my cock got up against his ass, found his hole and got pulled in like suction. No lube, no nothing, yet it felt right.
"It sounded to me like he purred, like a cat. I know he liked it because his ass was moving around, and my cock was moving in and out. This time I came fast. He did too, I could feel his ass clamp down on my cock, holding it, draining it. My cock fell out much quicker than usual. The poor thing was soft and drained when it fell out. He had come into his hand. He shared some of his cum with me. It still tasted good.
"We couldn't lie in bed very long because I had a flight to catch, and I took seriously the warning to get to check in and inspection a minimum of ninety minutes before flight time.
"I put my dirty laundry in my suitcase, checked to be sure I hadn't left anything, then followed my host to the garage and his car. Of course, my golf clubs were still in the trunk, where I had put them after playing. The trunk was big, so there was no problem of space.
"We got into the car and I asked him what kind of car his car was. He laughed and said, `It's a Hyundai Genesis. You won't see the name Hyundai on the outside, just Genesis. This has the big engine. The new Genesis coupe is predicted to give the street-model Mustang a run for the money in racing. I just want a comfortable sedan'
"We got to the terminal and he unloaded my bag and my golf clubs from the trunk. As he closed it, he said, `You can come back. Just call me first, to be sure I'm going to be in town.' He gave me a hug and got back in the car and drove away.
"My flight was on time, just as it was going south. I got on BART and almost fell asleep. As soon as I got to my stop, I hustled to my car, drove home, took my bag into the house, and fell into bed. I had had a very special weekend."
"No doubt," said Roger, as we paid the check."
The End
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