This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of homosexuality. If this offends you, then you probably shouldn't read it. I welcome any and all comments and appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received. I'd also like to say thanks to the folks at Nifty
I was being tested. Some higher power wanted to push me over the edge I was sure of it. It was late and how did David even know where I lived.
"Um, Hi" I said.
"Hi," he responded.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"You must've been in a hurry when you left the gym, you forgot your membership card" he said. I felt stupid for jumping to conclusions. He was doing me a favor by returning my membership card. It was late and I was tired, but, I didn't want to be rude. I asked him in and offered him a beer. He took it and dropped into a chair in the living room.
"You look tired" he said after taking a long swig.
"I am" I said thinking that would make him leave sooner.
"Relax, baby, David will take care of everything" he said and stood up and walked over to where I was standing. I detected a slight growth in his crotch and I realized I didn't want to go there. I backed up.
"David, I ." I began.
"Shhh" he said, moving behind me and reaching up to massage my neck. "No, you don't understand" I said.
"I think I do" he said and leaned against my back. "Come on, lay down" he began. "You're extremely tight" he continued. Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you, I thought.
"I don't think we should so this" I said.
"It's a massage, not a roll in the hay" he said. I moved toward the couch, "Take off your shirt" he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Take of your shirt" he repeated. "I can't get at you with that shirt on" he said.
"Whoa!" I said
"I meant I can't get to your muscles" he said.
"Look, David I don't want you to get the wrong idea" I said.
"Shirt" he said. I removed my shirt. He then proceeded to knead and massage every ache from my entire body. He went at it for over an hour. By the time he was done, I was in a deep sleep. It was a sleep of someone that had just had all of his cares just washed away. I don't really remember much after the first 10 minutes of the massage began. I slept on the couch and awoke to the most delicious smell.
"Chris?" I called out. I arose groggy and stumbled toward the kitchen. There in a little bikini underwear was David. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm making you breakfast. You didn't eat anything last night" he said.
"David, this is really sweet, but, I'm with someone" I said.
"Chris?" he asked.
"Yeah" I answered.
"I know we talked a bit before he left" he said.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"He was here?" I continued.
"Yeah, I guess so" he said.
"You guess so?" I asked.
"Yeah, I called for you and he answered" he said. I perked up.
"What died you talk about?" I asked.
"Mostly you" he said.
I pulled David away from the stove, and asked "What about me?"
"Oh, you know, he asked the usual stuff, like what our relationship was, what it was like, why we broke up, and stuff like that" he said.
"And what did you tell him?" I stammered.
"Don't worry, I didn't say anything bad. I made you look good." He answered.
"Did he say anything else; did he tell you where he was going?" I asked anxiously.
"Yeah, he said he was going home, I think" he said. I exhaled loudly. I knew now that nothing was said to mislead Chris. I wanted to kiss David.
"Thank you." I said. I had to find some way to get in contact with Chris. I started to head toward the living room. I stopped and turned back.
"Why are you cooking in your underwear?" I asked.
"Oh, I didn't know how strong your mixer was. I got pancake mix all over my clothes. They're in the washer." he replied.
"Oh, okay." I said.
I had to find Chris. I took another stab at calling his cell phone. No answer. He was a Pirates fan. I picked up the phone again. I called information and asked for Pittsburgh. I gave the operator his last name and asked for an address. The listings were too numerous. The operator needed a first name. I didn't know his mom's first name. I told I'd call back. I was starting to panic again. David came in carrying two plates of food. The fucker could cook. I did remember that much. He was still in his underwear. He gave me a plate and positioned himself in a large chair directly across from me.
He sat with the plate on his lap and spread his legs slightly, giving me a slight view of his crotch. Suddenly everything that Wendy said came back to me. I was a dick. I was staring at my ex's crotch and getting that familiar longing. I couldn't help it. I was horny and Chris never let me fuck him. I wasn't hungry any more, at least not for food.
David sat eating his food seemingly unaware of my desire. I looked down at the food on my plate. I tried to concentrate on it. I can't taste it. It just tastes bland. I looked at David.
"This is good" I said.
"Thanks, I knew you were hungry" he said.
I went back my food. I ate without thinking. After a few minutes, David got up and headed for the kitchen.
"Are you finished?" he asked.
"What? Oh, sure." I responded.
He took my plate and walked off to the kitchen. I followed watching his ass as we proceeded to the kitchen. I squeezed past him and headed for the laundry room.
"I'll get your clothes for you" I called out.
I reached into the dryer and pulled out his clothes. I was folding his pants when I realized he was standing behind me.
"Thanks" he said reaching for the stack.
I stood watching him pull the jeans on. He was wearing simple bikini underwear the accentuated his ass. I wanted to grab him and throw him on the floor right there. He looked at me.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
"You" I answered.
"Well stop. You're freaking me out" he said
But I knew I was turning him on. He turned his back to me as he put on his shirt, exposing his perfect ass. I moved toward him. I reached out and caressed his ass through the tight denim. He turned and looked at me. I drew him into my arms and kissed him. I reasoned with myself, it was just a fuck. I had been under a lot of stress and he was right there.
I pushed him roughly against the wall and started to take his shirt back off.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I didn't answer. I just went to his chest and started to suck his nipples. I swirled my tongue around the areola. I heard him moan above me. I worked my way to the center of his chest. He was slightly hairy. I worked my way down his happy trail to his navel. David jumped. I had him. I tongue fucked his navel like a mad man. The whole time I was unbuttoning his pants. I pushed his jeans down and shoved my face into his crotch.
"I thought you. I mean what about Chris?" David asked.
I chose to ignore the question. I just kept at it.
"Oh God, fuck me!" he cried out above me.
I didn't waste anytime. I dragged him over to the washer and bent him over. I had three days of pent up frustration and lust inside of me. He was about to get it all. In my haste to get his underwear down I ripped them. Fuck it, I thought and tore the rest of the fabric from his body.
I looked around. The lube was upstairs and I wasn't about to waste time going to get it. I hawked a large wad of spit into my hand and smeared it into his ass crack. I pushed my own pants and underwear down. My cock was standing at attention. I pushed my body against his. I grabbed my dick and aimed it right at his hole.
"Oh, God!" David cried out.
I didn't have the patience to be gentle. I was horny and he was much tighter than I remembered.
"Oh, you feel so damn good!" I said.
I thrust inside him harder. This was about possession. I wanted him to feel me inside of him. David grunted and groaned, but I noticed that he never tried to get away. He stayed bent over that washer with his ass sticking out. At one point I even noticed him shoving his ass back as I rammed into him. I rode him hard and fast. I was so horny I figured that it wouldn't take long. I was wrong. I slammed in and out of him for a good 35 minutes. David lifted his leg and laid it across the washer. He was standing on his tip toes. Apparently he loved it because he let me and he moaned the whole time. I was about to flip him over and position him on top of the washing machine when I felt that familiar tingling behind my balls. I was close. I was gonna cum at any moment. Suddenly David screamed. He had hit his nut. He was shooting a large load all over the top of my washer. His spasming ass hole took me over the edge. I slammed into him with all my might. I literally drove him into the washer.
"Uh, uh, uh" he grunted
"Take it, bitch. I thought as I emptied my aching balls into he ass. I was drenched in sweat as I backed off of him.
"Shit!" he said.
"I'm sorry" I started "I was just so horny and you looked so hot" I continued between breaths.
"No, it's okay. I loved it" he managed to say
I stuffed my still leaking cock back into my shorts and pulled up my pants. Suddenly I felt really guilty, relieved, but guilty.
I'd explain this to Chris once I found him, but, right now I needed to get dressed and get to work. I'd try Pittsburgh again from there. There were more resources there to work with.
(To be continued)