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| Chuck |
Before I
even opened my eyes I smelled his smell. Waking up in Chuck’s bed gave me an
indescribably positive feeling. I felt myself smiling. I opened my eyes. We had
been cuddling in our sleep. We must have fallen asleep while spooning and
turned onto our stomachs together. My head was now resting on Chuck’s muscular
shoulder, my arm around his waist. Chuck’s regular breathing suggested he was
still in dreamland. It felt great to be in this position so I didn’t move for a
while.
It was about four weeks ago that I chose Chuck over Diego and I had been with him ever since. It had been a great few weeks. Memorable moments included when Chuck played more guitar for me, like he had done in front of my house at the time. I thought he was very sexy when he did that. I also loved when he wanted to see where I went swimming every week, so I took him along with me one time. First we had to buy him a swimsuit, because he didn’t have one since moving here from Chicago. Seeing him try on several swimsuits with his beautifully round butt when we were in the store was a sight to behold. He eventually decided on a black speedo, which I definitely agreed on. Spending time with him in the pool was amazing, but I didn’t even come close to getting my usual laps in. I was distracted by his beautiful near-naked body in the pool with me. I couldn’t wait till we got home, so I fucked him in a changing room cubicle. We had agreed that this had been our hottest fuck yet. And things had only gotten better.
Yesterday for example had been such a good day. I had watched Chuck play baseball at Chantilly Park. I had watched him running in his grey baseball pants and slightly bend over when at bat. I had felt proud knowing the hottest guy on the team was mine. Duke, his black Labrador, had been by my side as we watched the game together. I had also met Paul, Chuck’s friend that he knew from Chicago who was now a senator. I had met his wife Peggy after the game had finished. She had come across slightly upper class, but very friendly. Chuck had been very sexy all sweaty, and I had noticed even Peggy could appreciate the view.
Chuck let out a slight snore, but didn’t wake up. I still hadn’t moved. Honestly, I could lay like this forever.
After the game, we had gone back to Chuck’s apartment so he could get cleaned up and changed. For as long as I had known him, he had been all about tanktops and shorts, though at night he would resort to T-shirts and jeans. He was the quintessential jock. Though last night he had pulled out a mint green button-down and black slacks to impress me. He had looked so hot. His scruffy beard had grown back and it was hard to pick between his cute dimples or his sexy facial hair.
He had been asking about going to the nearest gay bar ever since we got together. So last night we had decided to go to Freddie’s Bar in Arlington. It had been an Uber drive of over half an hour. Even though it hadn’t been too long ago that I had sworn off the gay bars, going together with Chuck had been quite an exciting idea. And honestly it had been a lot of fun.
Once we got there, there was a drag show going on. It had been very crowded. Chuck had stood in front of me and I’d put my arms around him. His cute butt danced against my crotch when the queens performed their songs. I could tell he was loving it.
One drag queen, who called herself Monet Dupree, had presented the drag night. She said she needed a volunteer to help her clean up some confetti. She looked into the crowd, using her hand to shield her eyes from the lights. A guy had put up his hand, but she’d said, “No, someone good-looking!”, to roaring laughter from the audience. And before I had even thought about the possibility, Monet pointed right at Chuck. Chuck had looked back at me with wide eyes. I remembered saying, “Go!” and pushing him in the direction of the stage. Monet had continued to objectify Chuck once he got up there, to many whistles from the crowd. She had lifted his shirt and the blue waistband of what was clearly a jockstrap became visible as well as his sexy hairy stomach. The crowd went crazy. I had only smiled from ear to ear as Chuck was handed a broom and he cleared the confetti off the stage into the crowd. He was my man.
After the show we had stayed at Freddie’s and had gotten a little tipsy. I didn’t remember everything from that night, except for one important thing. Chuck had said he loved me. Hearing him say that had made me feel so good inside, it was like an explosion of butterflies. I said I loved him back. He asked me if we could be exclusive boyfriends and of course I agreed. I didn’t think I had ever been this happy. In the Uber back home we’d made out a lot. We must have fallen asleep right when we got back to his apartment.
I noticed it was now 9:02 AM. I heard Duke move around in his dog bed, and soon he came to the bed, sniffing and later licking Chuck’s arm. This got Chuck to wake up.
“Good morning”, I whispered.
Duke wagged his tail.
“Hmmm… good morning”, Chuck said as he petted Duke and then turned around to face me. We kissed.
“Hello boyfriend”, he said. I smiled.
“Hello boyfriend”, I replied.
Today was a Sunday, I was going to meet the girls for brunch as usual. I could tell them all about my Saturday. Before that, there was still time for some love-making. I kissed Chuck’s neck and felt around under the covers. He was still wearing the blue jockstrap, which I knew now was the only type of underwear he ever wore. It was hot. Usually for bed he would strip it off, but in his inebriated state he may have forgotten. I lovingly caressed his butt and moved my kissing up to his face. I felt his hand across my back as his face came closer and he kissed me on the mouth.
The doorbell rang. Duke barked and ran to the door. We stopped kissing and looked at each other, still in a loving embrace. We both had confused expressions. Who could this be on a Sunday morning? Chuck decided to get up. He bent forward to pick up some shorts off the floor, and gave me a beautiful view of his ass when he did. He put on the shorts and walked out of the bedroom.
I stretched in bed and assumed Chuck would be right back. I heard the door
open.
“Michael?”, I heard after a short pause.
I did not know who Michael was. Chuck and Michael continued to talk inaudibly. When Chuck didn’t return to bed, I got impatient. I got out of bed. Naked, I looked for my jeans, which were on the floor. I jumped in them and buttoned a few of the buttons while walking to the front door.
Approaching, I could make out the conversation.
“You have to come back for Hanukkah. My Mom will ask questions!”
“You slept with Jamal in our bed! He was my best friend!”
It dawned on me. This was the ex. He was the reason Chuck moved away from Chicago.
Chuck was holding the door open with one hand, speaking to someone who was still standing outside. Duke was very happy, wagging his tail like crazy and jumping up against Michael. He wasn’t getting much attention.
Finally I got close enough so I could see the other person. Michael was tall, taller than both me and Chuck. I estimated him around 30, a full ten years younger than me. He was Caucasian, but quite tanned. His brown hair was very short, shaven close to his scalp. He had a trimmed beard. His teeth were blindingly white and straight, and his eyes were a sparkly blue. Both were very noticeable from his olive skin tone. His muscular, hairy chest popped out of the blue, low-cut T-shirt he wore. It was also hard to miss his strong arms. Where Chuck’s muscles gave him a thicker figure, Michael was slim and cut.
My first thought was that this guy was incredibly hot. I got nervous thinking about how he was Chuck’s previous lover. How could I possibly follow him? I was not muscular, or resembled a model in any way, unlike Chuck and Michael.
The arguing stopped when I came close enough to the door so that Michael could see me. He looked me up and down with shock on his face. The fact that Chuck and I were both shirtless and that I hadn’t even buttoned up my pants all the way, must have been a picture that spoke a thousand words.
Chuck turned around to see what Michael was looking at.
“Oh, hey, this is my boyfriend, Sailesh”, Chuck said.
I reached out to shake his hand.
“Nice to meet you”, I tried.
Michael shook it, but barely. He continued to look at me with shock as well as confusion. He turned back to Chuck.
“Three months you’ve been gone and you find yourself a new guy? No wonder you haven’t replied to any of my texts!”
“You found someone while we were still together!”
“That’s different and you know it!”
I decided to come between the two men.
“All right, all right. Let’s get Michael to come in, it’s not even 40 degrees (4 Celsius).”
Michael stepped inside the apartment and looked around.
“I cannot believe you left Chicago for this little town.”
“It’s actually pretty great”, I said, trying to defend the place I grew up in.
“Yeah, I’m loving it here”, Chuck responded.
I got Michael a cup of coffee and made one for Chuck as well, as they spoke to each other in a calmer manner. From what I picked up, Michael said he arrived in town last night, but there was no answer when he rang the door. So he stayed in the Hyatt. He said he had felt there was no other option if he wanted to speak to Chuck. Chuck responded that he had felt no desire to talk to Michael all this time and in fact still didn’t.
They discussed Michael’s sleeping with someone named Jamal. Michael said he had mentioned while Chuck and he were together that he was not a total top, and wasn’t sexually satisfied in the relationship. Chuck argued that there was no need to open the relationship up before having agreed on it. And especially Michael choosing his best friend had hurt Chuck. Michael then replied that he knew Chuck and Jamal had fooled around before. I quietly brought the two cups of coffee to the table where the two men were sitting at.
“That was ages ago and we were drunk. And also, not relevant!”
Chuck looked at me with an expression I hadn’t seen before. Sad, weary. He didn’t want this to be happening.
“I am so sorry”, he said to me as I put the cups down.
I realized that I needed to get ready for brunch.
“You two talk this over”, I told Chuck. “You know where to find me.”
He nodded. He gave me a quick peck on the mouth. I liked that he did that in front of Michael.
I went back to the bedroom and got dressed. I could feel myself getting emotional but I did not want Chuck or Michael to see. I slipped out of the front door and rushed to my car. When I sat down in the driver’s seat, I could feel a tear roll down my face. I drove home crying, feeling insecure and scared.
Once I got home I took a long shower and got myself together. I got dressed and drove to Linda’s place. It was so good to see my best friends. Recently my new romance with Chuck had been the main topic of conversation during our Sunday brunches. They had all gotten to know him and adored him.
I had so much to tell. I started off by telling them everything about yesterday, which they all loved to hear about. Once I got to telling them about earlier that morning, they were shocked. They all tried to reassure me and they said it sounded like what Michael had done was pretty unforgiveable. They said Chuck would be stupid to go back to him. They even said I had nothing to be worried about. Then there was a pause.
“After years of being single, you’ve now been involved in two love triangles in just a few weeks! That’s crazy!”, Michelle said.
“How long have Chuck and Michael been together?”, Kala wanted to know.
“Like six years, I think.”
“That is a lot of history”, Linda mentioned.
“Surely you’re better looking”, Michelle then said.
“No kidding, he was hot. Tall, built… like, he and Chuck make more sense together.”
Immediately the girls tried to disabuse me of that notion.
For some reason, after all the positive confirmation I had gotten from Chuck only last night, I didn’t feel secure in my relationship. We had only started going out a few weeks ago. Rationally I knew I would be a better boyfriend to Chuck than Michael; I would never have done what he did. And there was a reason Chuck spoke about exclusivity with me. Michael hadn’t given him that. Even with this knowledge, I did not feel confident.
When I left brunch, I got a text from Chuck.
‘I am so sorry about all of this. Can I come to your place tonight so we can talk about it?’
I felt a pit in my stomach. Was he going to dump me?
I texted back that he could come over.
When Chuck was going to come over, I made sure I looked my absolute best. I wasn’t sure if it would matter, but at least it would make leaving me slightly harder.
When Chuck arrived at my place, we hugged tightly. Duke walked around us, brushing against our legs.
“I am so sorry”, he said once more.
“It isn’t your fault”, I said.
We sat down on my couch, close together. He held my hand.
“I’m also sorry for not talking to you about Mike contacting me. I didn’t want anything to do with him after what he did to me. I tried to make him go away by ignoring him. I see now that was wrong.”
“That’s OK”, I said.
“All I told you is that I left Chicago after an emotional break-up. You may have gathered what happened at this point. I walked in to my and Mike’s apartment, having come home early from work. I heard sounds coming from the bedroom and it was Mike and my best friend Jamal fucking. We all looked at each other. I didn’t know what to say. No-one said anything. I turned around and left. I never looked back. I decided to go to the airport and come here. And honestly, I am still happy I did that.”
He squeezed my hand.
“Sorry for not telling you.”
“That’s OK”, I repeated.
“Is it, really?”
I nodded.
“I can imagine wanting to start over. The question is just, can you ever really?”
Chuck looked away at Duke, who was lying on the carpet right next to us.
“You’re right. When Mike showed up, I was angry. But a lot of feelings came flooding back. I loved him for 6 years, that’s not easy to get over.”
There was a pause. I was feeling so anxious I was literally holding my breath.
“But meeting you definitely helped”, he finally said.
I exhaled.
“Really?”
“Of course! You’re my exclusive boyfriend! You have given me so much more in a few weeks than Mike ever has!”
I thought I could cry of happiness. I kissed him passionately.
“Oh, and you have no problem being my top”, Chuck added.
I laughed.
“No problem at all!”
We made out on the couch.
“You look so hot tonight”, he mumbled.
“You always look hot”, I replied.
His hands were all over me and mine over him. Our shirts flew off and I felt his hairy muscles. He rubbed my crotch and I was already rock hard. I just couldn’t wait and slid down his pants as I kneeled in front of him while he sat on the couch. He was wearing a black jockstrap now and I saw that his little cock was fully erect as well. I pulled that off him as well. His circumcised 4’’ cock popped out, a trail of precum was broken between his cockhead and the pouch of his jockstrap. I licked his cock and Chuck went absolutely crazy and moaned loudly. I grabbed his knees and pulled them apart. I used my hand to graze his taint and he loved that as well. He slid closer to the edge of the couch so I had access to his hole. I used my fingers to play with it first, then I used my tongue, while I stroked his cock.
He took my head into his hands and pulled me up.
“You’re going to make me shoot!”, he said, breathing heavily.
We kissed some more until I stood up and pulled Chuck with me into my bedroom. We let ourselves fall onto the bed and made out. Chuck reached down and jerked my cock.
“I have to have you now”, I said.
Chuck put his legs around me as we rolled over so he was on his back. I felt his hole with my fingers and I knew he was ready. I penetrated him and his eyes rolled up from pleasure immediately. He moaned louder and louder as I picked up the pace. His low, masculine voice got higher the more turned on he was. He held on to me by my sides, but at one point the pleasure clearly became too much as his eyes rolled up again and he put his arms over his head and just let me have my way.
It only took a few minutes until I saw cum dribbling out of Chuck’s cock without him touching himself. That view was so hot I came inside of him immediately after. We cuddled and fell asleep quickly, after an emotional weekend.
THE END
It was about four weeks ago that I chose Chuck over Diego and I had been with him ever since. It had been a great few weeks. Memorable moments included when Chuck played more guitar for me, like he had done in front of my house at the time. I thought he was very sexy when he did that. I also loved when he wanted to see where I went swimming every week, so I took him along with me one time. First we had to buy him a swimsuit, because he didn’t have one since moving here from Chicago. Seeing him try on several swimsuits with his beautifully round butt when we were in the store was a sight to behold. He eventually decided on a black speedo, which I definitely agreed on. Spending time with him in the pool was amazing, but I didn’t even come close to getting my usual laps in. I was distracted by his beautiful near-naked body in the pool with me. I couldn’t wait till we got home, so I fucked him in a changing room cubicle. We had agreed that this had been our hottest fuck yet. And things had only gotten better.
Yesterday for example had been such a good day. I had watched Chuck play baseball at Chantilly Park. I had watched him running in his grey baseball pants and slightly bend over when at bat. I had felt proud knowing the hottest guy on the team was mine. Duke, his black Labrador, had been by my side as we watched the game together. I had also met Paul, Chuck’s friend that he knew from Chicago who was now a senator. I had met his wife Peggy after the game had finished. She had come across slightly upper class, but very friendly. Chuck had been very sexy all sweaty, and I had noticed even Peggy could appreciate the view.
Chuck let out a slight snore, but didn’t wake up. I still hadn’t moved. Honestly, I could lay like this forever.
After the game, we had gone back to Chuck’s apartment so he could get cleaned up and changed. For as long as I had known him, he had been all about tanktops and shorts, though at night he would resort to T-shirts and jeans. He was the quintessential jock. Though last night he had pulled out a mint green button-down and black slacks to impress me. He had looked so hot. His scruffy beard had grown back and it was hard to pick between his cute dimples or his sexy facial hair.
He had been asking about going to the nearest gay bar ever since we got together. So last night we had decided to go to Freddie’s Bar in Arlington. It had been an Uber drive of over half an hour. Even though it hadn’t been too long ago that I had sworn off the gay bars, going together with Chuck had been quite an exciting idea. And honestly it had been a lot of fun.
Once we got there, there was a drag show going on. It had been very crowded. Chuck had stood in front of me and I’d put my arms around him. His cute butt danced against my crotch when the queens performed their songs. I could tell he was loving it.
One drag queen, who called herself Monet Dupree, had presented the drag night. She said she needed a volunteer to help her clean up some confetti. She looked into the crowd, using her hand to shield her eyes from the lights. A guy had put up his hand, but she’d said, “No, someone good-looking!”, to roaring laughter from the audience. And before I had even thought about the possibility, Monet pointed right at Chuck. Chuck had looked back at me with wide eyes. I remembered saying, “Go!” and pushing him in the direction of the stage. Monet had continued to objectify Chuck once he got up there, to many whistles from the crowd. She had lifted his shirt and the blue waistband of what was clearly a jockstrap became visible as well as his sexy hairy stomach. The crowd went crazy. I had only smiled from ear to ear as Chuck was handed a broom and he cleared the confetti off the stage into the crowd. He was my man.
After the show we had stayed at Freddie’s and had gotten a little tipsy. I didn’t remember everything from that night, except for one important thing. Chuck had said he loved me. Hearing him say that had made me feel so good inside, it was like an explosion of butterflies. I said I loved him back. He asked me if we could be exclusive boyfriends and of course I agreed. I didn’t think I had ever been this happy. In the Uber back home we’d made out a lot. We must have fallen asleep right when we got back to his apartment.
I noticed it was now 9:02 AM. I heard Duke move around in his dog bed, and soon he came to the bed, sniffing and later licking Chuck’s arm. This got Chuck to wake up.
“Good morning”, I whispered.
Duke wagged his tail.
“Hmmm… good morning”, Chuck said as he petted Duke and then turned around to face me. We kissed.
“Hello boyfriend”, he said. I smiled.
“Hello boyfriend”, I replied.
Today was a Sunday, I was going to meet the girls for brunch as usual. I could tell them all about my Saturday. Before that, there was still time for some love-making. I kissed Chuck’s neck and felt around under the covers. He was still wearing the blue jockstrap, which I knew now was the only type of underwear he ever wore. It was hot. Usually for bed he would strip it off, but in his inebriated state he may have forgotten. I lovingly caressed his butt and moved my kissing up to his face. I felt his hand across my back as his face came closer and he kissed me on the mouth.
The doorbell rang. Duke barked and ran to the door. We stopped kissing and looked at each other, still in a loving embrace. We both had confused expressions. Who could this be on a Sunday morning? Chuck decided to get up. He bent forward to pick up some shorts off the floor, and gave me a beautiful view of his ass when he did. He put on the shorts and walked out of the bedroom.
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| Michael |
“Michael?”, I heard after a short pause.
I did not know who Michael was. Chuck and Michael continued to talk inaudibly. When Chuck didn’t return to bed, I got impatient. I got out of bed. Naked, I looked for my jeans, which were on the floor. I jumped in them and buttoned a few of the buttons while walking to the front door.
Approaching, I could make out the conversation.
“You have to come back for Hanukkah. My Mom will ask questions!”
“You slept with Jamal in our bed! He was my best friend!”
It dawned on me. This was the ex. He was the reason Chuck moved away from Chicago.
Chuck was holding the door open with one hand, speaking to someone who was still standing outside. Duke was very happy, wagging his tail like crazy and jumping up against Michael. He wasn’t getting much attention.
Finally I got close enough so I could see the other person. Michael was tall, taller than both me and Chuck. I estimated him around 30, a full ten years younger than me. He was Caucasian, but quite tanned. His brown hair was very short, shaven close to his scalp. He had a trimmed beard. His teeth were blindingly white and straight, and his eyes were a sparkly blue. Both were very noticeable from his olive skin tone. His muscular, hairy chest popped out of the blue, low-cut T-shirt he wore. It was also hard to miss his strong arms. Where Chuck’s muscles gave him a thicker figure, Michael was slim and cut.
My first thought was that this guy was incredibly hot. I got nervous thinking about how he was Chuck’s previous lover. How could I possibly follow him? I was not muscular, or resembled a model in any way, unlike Chuck and Michael.
The arguing stopped when I came close enough to the door so that Michael could see me. He looked me up and down with shock on his face. The fact that Chuck and I were both shirtless and that I hadn’t even buttoned up my pants all the way, must have been a picture that spoke a thousand words.
Chuck turned around to see what Michael was looking at.
“Oh, hey, this is my boyfriend, Sailesh”, Chuck said.
I reached out to shake his hand.
“Nice to meet you”, I tried.
Michael shook it, but barely. He continued to look at me with shock as well as confusion. He turned back to Chuck.
“Three months you’ve been gone and you find yourself a new guy? No wonder you haven’t replied to any of my texts!”
“You found someone while we were still together!”
“That’s different and you know it!”
I decided to come between the two men.
“All right, all right. Let’s get Michael to come in, it’s not even 40 degrees (4 Celsius).”
Michael stepped inside the apartment and looked around.
“I cannot believe you left Chicago for this little town.”
“It’s actually pretty great”, I said, trying to defend the place I grew up in.
“Yeah, I’m loving it here”, Chuck responded.
I got Michael a cup of coffee and made one for Chuck as well, as they spoke to each other in a calmer manner. From what I picked up, Michael said he arrived in town last night, but there was no answer when he rang the door. So he stayed in the Hyatt. He said he had felt there was no other option if he wanted to speak to Chuck. Chuck responded that he had felt no desire to talk to Michael all this time and in fact still didn’t.
They discussed Michael’s sleeping with someone named Jamal. Michael said he had mentioned while Chuck and he were together that he was not a total top, and wasn’t sexually satisfied in the relationship. Chuck argued that there was no need to open the relationship up before having agreed on it. And especially Michael choosing his best friend had hurt Chuck. Michael then replied that he knew Chuck and Jamal had fooled around before. I quietly brought the two cups of coffee to the table where the two men were sitting at.
“That was ages ago and we were drunk. And also, not relevant!”
Chuck looked at me with an expression I hadn’t seen before. Sad, weary. He didn’t want this to be happening.
“I am so sorry”, he said to me as I put the cups down.
I realized that I needed to get ready for brunch.
“You two talk this over”, I told Chuck. “You know where to find me.”
He nodded. He gave me a quick peck on the mouth. I liked that he did that in front of Michael.
I went back to the bedroom and got dressed. I could feel myself getting emotional but I did not want Chuck or Michael to see. I slipped out of the front door and rushed to my car. When I sat down in the driver’s seat, I could feel a tear roll down my face. I drove home crying, feeling insecure and scared.
Once I got home I took a long shower and got myself together. I got dressed and drove to Linda’s place. It was so good to see my best friends. Recently my new romance with Chuck had been the main topic of conversation during our Sunday brunches. They had all gotten to know him and adored him.
I had so much to tell. I started off by telling them everything about yesterday, which they all loved to hear about. Once I got to telling them about earlier that morning, they were shocked. They all tried to reassure me and they said it sounded like what Michael had done was pretty unforgiveable. They said Chuck would be stupid to go back to him. They even said I had nothing to be worried about. Then there was a pause.
“After years of being single, you’ve now been involved in two love triangles in just a few weeks! That’s crazy!”, Michelle said.
“How long have Chuck and Michael been together?”, Kala wanted to know.
“Like six years, I think.”
“That is a lot of history”, Linda mentioned.
“Surely you’re better looking”, Michelle then said.
“No kidding, he was hot. Tall, built… like, he and Chuck make more sense together.”
Immediately the girls tried to disabuse me of that notion.
For some reason, after all the positive confirmation I had gotten from Chuck only last night, I didn’t feel secure in my relationship. We had only started going out a few weeks ago. Rationally I knew I would be a better boyfriend to Chuck than Michael; I would never have done what he did. And there was a reason Chuck spoke about exclusivity with me. Michael hadn’t given him that. Even with this knowledge, I did not feel confident.
When I left brunch, I got a text from Chuck.
‘I am so sorry about all of this. Can I come to your place tonight so we can talk about it?’
I felt a pit in my stomach. Was he going to dump me?
I texted back that he could come over.
When Chuck was going to come over, I made sure I looked my absolute best. I wasn’t sure if it would matter, but at least it would make leaving me slightly harder.
When Chuck arrived at my place, we hugged tightly. Duke walked around us, brushing against our legs.
“I am so sorry”, he said once more.
“It isn’t your fault”, I said.
We sat down on my couch, close together. He held my hand.
“I’m also sorry for not talking to you about Mike contacting me. I didn’t want anything to do with him after what he did to me. I tried to make him go away by ignoring him. I see now that was wrong.”
“That’s OK”, I said.
“All I told you is that I left Chicago after an emotional break-up. You may have gathered what happened at this point. I walked in to my and Mike’s apartment, having come home early from work. I heard sounds coming from the bedroom and it was Mike and my best friend Jamal fucking. We all looked at each other. I didn’t know what to say. No-one said anything. I turned around and left. I never looked back. I decided to go to the airport and come here. And honestly, I am still happy I did that.”
He squeezed my hand.
“Sorry for not telling you.”
“That’s OK”, I repeated.
“Is it, really?”
I nodded.
“I can imagine wanting to start over. The question is just, can you ever really?”
Chuck looked away at Duke, who was lying on the carpet right next to us.
“You’re right. When Mike showed up, I was angry. But a lot of feelings came flooding back. I loved him for 6 years, that’s not easy to get over.”
There was a pause. I was feeling so anxious I was literally holding my breath.
“But meeting you definitely helped”, he finally said.
I exhaled.
“Really?”
“Of course! You’re my exclusive boyfriend! You have given me so much more in a few weeks than Mike ever has!”
I thought I could cry of happiness. I kissed him passionately.
“Oh, and you have no problem being my top”, Chuck added.
I laughed.
“No problem at all!”
We made out on the couch.
“You look so hot tonight”, he mumbled.
“You always look hot”, I replied.
His hands were all over me and mine over him. Our shirts flew off and I felt his hairy muscles. He rubbed my crotch and I was already rock hard. I just couldn’t wait and slid down his pants as I kneeled in front of him while he sat on the couch. He was wearing a black jockstrap now and I saw that his little cock was fully erect as well. I pulled that off him as well. His circumcised 4’’ cock popped out, a trail of precum was broken between his cockhead and the pouch of his jockstrap. I licked his cock and Chuck went absolutely crazy and moaned loudly. I grabbed his knees and pulled them apart. I used my hand to graze his taint and he loved that as well. He slid closer to the edge of the couch so I had access to his hole. I used my fingers to play with it first, then I used my tongue, while I stroked his cock.
He took my head into his hands and pulled me up.
“You’re going to make me shoot!”, he said, breathing heavily.
We kissed some more until I stood up and pulled Chuck with me into my bedroom. We let ourselves fall onto the bed and made out. Chuck reached down and jerked my cock.
“I have to have you now”, I said.
Chuck put his legs around me as we rolled over so he was on his back. I felt his hole with my fingers and I knew he was ready. I penetrated him and his eyes rolled up from pleasure immediately. He moaned louder and louder as I picked up the pace. His low, masculine voice got higher the more turned on he was. He held on to me by my sides, but at one point the pleasure clearly became too much as his eyes rolled up again and he put his arms over his head and just let me have my way.
It only took a few minutes until I saw cum dribbling out of Chuck’s cock without him touching himself. That view was so hot I came inside of him immediately after. We cuddled and fell asleep quickly, after an emotional weekend.
THE END
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