night of my life. Well, everything after we got back into the room.” I felt his smile against my neck and he nipped my skin with his teeth.
“Me too.”
“I know you’ve done this a lot but I can’t imagine it ever gets better than this,” I said shyly. I wasn’t naive enough to think that this was special for him. He hooked up with a different guy every night. But, having had fairly boring and uninspired sex just a few hours earlier, I knew I would never experience anything better than that night with Brett.
He rubbed his stubbly cheek against my neck before he spoke again. “I’ve never done that before. I mean, I’ve had sex a few times...not as often as you probably think...but that was incredible. I wonder if that was, you know...” He kissed my ear and caused shivers to shoot down my body and to the tip of my cock, which he was still slowly caressing.
“What?” I didn’t have a clue what he meant. My mind and body were both mush and I couldn’t think of anything but his cock twitching against my balls and his fingers rubbing in the moisture from the tip of my dick.
“Making love,” he said shyly. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Usually, it’s just a means to an end. And barely better than when I’m by myself. But, with you, it was different.”
He buried his face into my neck and started to rock into me, sheathing his cock between my thighs and balls. He kissed my neck and stroked me firmly until I felt the tightening in my balls that told me I was going to release.
I squeezed my thighs as hard as I could and he pushed into me with opposite pressure as his hand. When I felt the waves of another orgasm take me again, I pushed into him and let out a cry I didn’t think I was capable of.
“Fuck, Brett.”
He held tightly against my ass and I felt the convulsion of his own release rock through our connected bodies. We didn’t bother to clean up or even speak anymore. We just laid in the evidence of our lust, wrapped together in the most intimate way possible, and fell asleep.
The next morning, I was assaulted by light that filtered into the room and felt the heat from the warm sun and the hot body against me. I smiled without fully waking up. Brett was still spooned against me and his heat enveloped my body and my soul. I felt completely secure in his arms and didn’t want the moment to end.
Unfortunately, my bladder wasn’t as smitten and screamed for its own release. I gently moved his arm off of my waist and pulled my legs out from under his large thigh that was curled over me and slid off the bed.
I slipped on some sweats and grabbed a shirt and towel and headed for the bathroom. I was still recovering and all the physical exertion from the night before left me sore and stiff.
I peed and showered quickly, hoping to get back to the room before Brett woke up. When I returned, he was wearing a pair of shorts and sitting up on the edge of his bed. He peeked up at me when I walked in and then looked away.
He didn’t say a word and I felt a moment of panic. Was he mad at me? Did he regret it? Was he trying to let me down easily now that it was over?
I sat back in the desk chair that I was in the night before and, in a moment of boldness, I rolled between his spread knees and waited for him to meet my gaze.
“I just want you to know that I’m not holding you to anything you said last night. If that was a one-time thing, I understand. I’d be disappointed, but I understand.” I spoke quickly, trying to get it out before I changed my mind.
Brett was more of a one-night stand kind of guy and I didn’t want things to get weird between us. I needed his friendship at least as much as I wanted anything else and I’d do anything to protect what he had.
“I meant everything I said. But, you know, if you’ve decided that this isn’t the right thing for you, I get it. I know you have a girlfriend and all, so that probably means you aren’t looking for a boyfriend,” he
“Me too.”
“I know you’ve done this a lot but I can’t imagine it ever gets better than this,” I said shyly. I wasn’t naive enough to think that this was special for him. He hooked up with a different guy every night. But, having had fairly boring and uninspired sex just a few hours earlier, I knew I would never experience anything better than that night with Brett.
He rubbed his stubbly cheek against my neck before he spoke again. “I’ve never done that before. I mean, I’ve had sex a few times...not as often as you probably think...but that was incredible. I wonder if that was, you know...” He kissed my ear and caused shivers to shoot down my body and to the tip of my cock, which he was still slowly caressing.
“What?” I didn’t have a clue what he meant. My mind and body were both mush and I couldn’t think of anything but his cock twitching against my balls and his fingers rubbing in the moisture from the tip of my dick.
“Making love,” he said shyly. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Usually, it’s just a means to an end. And barely better than when I’m by myself. But, with you, it was different.”
He buried his face into my neck and started to rock into me, sheathing his cock between my thighs and balls. He kissed my neck and stroked me firmly until I felt the tightening in my balls that told me I was going to release.
I squeezed my thighs as hard as I could and he pushed into me with opposite pressure as his hand. When I felt the waves of another orgasm take me again, I pushed into him and let out a cry I didn’t think I was capable of.
“Fuck, Brett.”
He held tightly against my ass and I felt the convulsion of his own release rock through our connected bodies. We didn’t bother to clean up or even speak anymore. We just laid in the evidence of our lust, wrapped together in the most intimate way possible, and fell asleep.
The next morning, I was assaulted by light that filtered into the room and felt the heat from the warm sun and the hot body against me. I smiled without fully waking up. Brett was still spooned against me and his heat enveloped my body and my soul. I felt completely secure in his arms and didn’t want the moment to end.
Unfortunately, my bladder wasn’t as smitten and screamed for its own release. I gently moved his arm off of my waist and pulled my legs out from under his large thigh that was curled over me and slid off the bed.
I slipped on some sweats and grabbed a shirt and towel and headed for the bathroom. I was still recovering and all the physical exertion from the night before left me sore and stiff.
I peed and showered quickly, hoping to get back to the room before Brett woke up. When I returned, he was wearing a pair of shorts and sitting up on the edge of his bed. He peeked up at me when I walked in and then looked away.
He didn’t say a word and I felt a moment of panic. Was he mad at me? Did he regret it? Was he trying to let me down easily now that it was over?
I sat back in the desk chair that I was in the night before and, in a moment of boldness, I rolled between his spread knees and waited for him to meet my gaze.
“I just want you to know that I’m not holding you to anything you said last night. If that was a one-time thing, I understand. I’d be disappointed, but I understand.” I spoke quickly, trying to get it out before I changed my mind.
Brett was more of a one-night stand kind of guy and I didn’t want things to get weird between us. I needed his friendship at least as much as I wanted anything else and I’d do anything to protect what he had.
“I meant everything I said. But, you know, if you’ve decided that this isn’t the right thing for you, I get it. I know you have a girlfriend and all, so that probably means you aren’t looking for a boyfriend,” he
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