Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:33:27 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: CHANCE, THE AFTERMATH, PART THREE

     After I left Jeff that night, I walked back to my place, every step of
the way trying to decide how to arrange to see Chance again and, if I did,
how I wanted to handle it.  I knew I wanted us to be friends. I liked him
and wanted to be around him.  And, if something sexual happened, I thought
I could handle it.  But I waited until the next day to call him.

    The last couple of weeks, we'd seen a lot of each other. We'd been to a
couple of soccer games at the college and a basketball game.  We'd met for
a beer in the local student hangout several nights, but always in a public
place where we were surrounded with people, some of which one of us knew,
but mostly with strangers.  Never were we alone, at least for long.

    We had a good time together, laughing and just being friends, but
always there was an undercurrent of tension between us.  We both wanted
more.

     I kept waiting for him to make the first move, to invite me over to
his place or at least go somewhere in his car.  I hadn't been in it since
that night. But he never mentioned anything first, always asking me what I
wanted to do.  He'd said that night in his car to let him know when I was
ready.  I guessed that was what I was going to have to do.  But how?

     Finally, I wrote him an email, asking if maybe I could come over to
his place some night, that I needed someone to drill me with questions for
an exam I was going to have to take soon. As soon as he got it, he called
and we made plans to meet the next night. As it happened, we didn't live
far apart. I said I'd walk over to his place.

      I was pretty excited about this all day, but later that afternoon, I
became so nervous and strung out over it, I decided to run for awhile.  I
ran my usual route down by the river and through campus. When I got back to
my place, I started to shower and clean up before going over to Chance's
apartment.

     Going into the bathroom, I remembered he'd said he liked me hot and
sweaty. I didn't know why and smiled when I thought about it. But it'd
worked then, so I thought I'd just clean up a little and change out of my
running shorts. Then, when I looked at myself in the mirror, my bulge was
huge in them and pushing out the side.  I decided to leave them on.
     As I approached his door, my heart was racing.  I could easily have
backed out, but the prospect ahead of me was more than worth the effort.

     "Hi, come on in," he said, looking down over my body, his eyes
widening. "I'm glad you came over." Then pulling at the split in the leg of
my running shorts, he said, "You look good in those. You must have run all
the way over here. Your skin's moist and flushed."

     "No," I replied, pulling the shorts down in the crotch.  "I walked
over, but I did run before that. You know, we only live a few blocks
apart."

     "Really," he exclaimed.  "Well, you want something to drink?  I've got
a lot of juices and stuff, beer too, if you want that. I've even got a
little pot," he added with a slight chuckle as I looked at him.

     "Well . . . later, maybe later," I replied, sitting on the arm of the
sofa. "For now, just some juice sounds good." Going into the kitchen, he
stopped and turned.

     "Yeah," he said, a smile coming across his face as his eyes dropped to
my crotch. "Yeah . . . later. That sounds good to me."

     We talked for awhile and then spent an hour or more studying the exam
booklet. There were over a hundred questions he'd ask me randomly and I
give an answer that he'd check to see if it was correct.  I was surprised
he already knew many of the answers, most of them, in fact.

      "What's all this for?" he asked. "Are you going to get a real estate
license or something? I thought you worked in an art gallery while you went
to college."  I got up and walked around the room, stretching out my legs.

     "I do," I confessed, "but I can also pick up more money selling real
estate in my spare time, or I may quit the gallery if I'm successful and
sell real estate full time."  He looked at me, perhaps for the first time
his eyes leaving my crotch.

     "Oh, of course," he said quickly. "I guess Jeff must have told you. I
sell real estate too, mostly commercial. I wondered why you wanted me to
help you study for this exam."

     "No," I exclaimed, "Jeff's never said what you do."  Then stopping, I
felt my face flush with embarrassment. "Actually, although I did need
someone to drill me on the questions, I have to admit I had kind of an
ulterior motive when I asked if I could come over." I could feel him
looking at me, his eyes searching my face.

     "Oh," he said, pausing, a twinkle in his eye. "So, you've finally
decided something I think is pretty important to both of us?  Yes? Is that
it?" I looked over at him and then quickly away.

     "Well . . . I guess I'm here, aren't I?" I said, softly, looking
around the room.

     He sat up on the sofa and, opening the drawer of the coffee table in
front of him, took out a plastic bag and, saying nothing, began to roll a
joint. Then, turning off the light at the end of the sofa, he picked up the
television remote and gave it a click.

     "Sit down," he said. "Let's relax and watch the game for awhile."

     Moving over to the sofa, I sat next to him as he lit the joint, and
leaning against me, handed it to me.  I took a drag and gave it back to
him, both of us watching a soccer game already in progress as this
continued.

     A few moments later, we'd both put our feet up on the coffee table
and, our bodies slumped against each other, were more or less watching the
game.  We didn't speak much, but were certainly relaxed and comfortable.
At one point, he put his arm over the back of the sofa and then slowly, I
felt it rest lightly over my shoulders as we watched the game, occasionally
commenting on different plays.

     I knew my dick was swelling.  I could see it pushing against my
shorts, painfully pressing against the confining jock.  When I couldn't
stand it anymore, I lowered my hand over my dick and pulled the pouch down
and over, allowing the head to swell out of it and against my shorts. For a
while that seemed to help.

     Neither of us spoke, but when it'd swollen enough to protrude from the
leg of my running shorts, I rested my hand over it, unsure what to do about
it. Then I felt his hand push mine gently off the swollen head and replace
it with his own, holding it firmly inside his hand, his eyes never leaving
the television screen.

      I remember how good just that felt. It'd been so long since it'd seen
any action down there, my dick was incredibly sensitive. My body stiffened
at first but, as he hugged me gently to him, I relaxed my head against the
back of the sofa, closing my eyes.

      He held my dick firmly, occasionally stroking it loosely over the
hugely swollen head until it'd swelled too much to stretch over it. Parting
my lips, I began to breathe from my mouth, my chest rising and falling
slowly from the sensation and my dick swelling impossibly large.

     He waited, watching the game. Then, moving his arm from around my
shoulders, he sat up and seemed to lean over my lower body.  Suddenly I
detected the moist warmth of his mouth moving over the head of my dick. I
tried not to jerk or move, but the sensation was too powerful, too
intense. My groin lifted up into the sensation, my body trembling slightly.

     Relaxing his mouth, he sucked very lightly further down my dick, his
tongue wantonly swirling around the shaft. It felt so good, I felt myself
moan quietly as he repeated it several times, each time more firmly until
in time, I had to move my hand over the back of his head to stop him.

      "Let's go lie across the bed," I heard him say softly, kissing the
head of my dick with long, sucking strokes of his lips, reluctant to give
it up.

      I got up but, feeling a little light headed at first, leaned into his
body. The two of us went into the bedroom and, closing the door, he guided
me over to the bed. The room was so dark I could barely make him out, but
as I sat on the edge of the bed, I felt him taking off my sneakers.

     Then, as I lay back on the bed, I felt him pulling my shorts and jock
off my legs and, holding them open as he knelt between them, I felt his
mouth and lips moving inside my thighs, kissing and licking their smooth,
tender flesh until, bending my legs at the knee, I pulled up on the bed,
immediately feeling his mouth nuzzling under my balls, licking and sucking
their fullness for a moment before pulling away.

     Lifting my head, I could barely make out his body turning as he took
off his clothes.  I moved further up on the huge king size bed and,
relaxing my body, legs still apart, I felt him crawl in over me, again his
hands and mouth eagerly exploring my crotch and groin.

     Stretching my arms back over my head, I pulled the pillows down to us,
feeling his hands move under the cheeks of my butt, squeezing their firm
fullness and he lifted my groin up against his face, anxiously licking
around the base of my dick and inside my groin, his warm breath mouth
teasing my moist skin.

     Turning once more to my dick, he lay between my legs on his chest, its
black hairs tickling my inner thighs with his slightest move as he gave it
his full attention. His hands free to fondle my body as he slowly licked
the sides of my then hugely swollen dick, he occasionally sucked its firmly
stretched flesh against his relentless lips as they made their way to the
head, by then covered with beads of precum, forced by the pressure of my
hard on to stream over its huge mushroom.

     Kissing it tenderly, his soft lips sucking it tightly between them, he
tasted the sweet, sticky fluid, moaning almost imperceivably as he squeezed
the thick base of my dick, encouraging more to flow from its slit. My body
twisting against him from the intense sensation, he reluctantly moved from
the head, slowly inching his way down over my shaft, his tongue swirling
against it with every pause.

     I felt at times I was going to come unglued. It felt so good, so
good. But I wondered how long I could take it, in silence, and keep my
emotions in tow.  Grabbing his shoulders, at times I pushed against him,
but at others I pulled his body into mine, often becoming embarrassed when
I'd realize I was stroking his hair, rubbing his neck or shoulders, or just
enjoying the feel of his warm, muscular body beneath my fingers as I
squeezed and rubbed the muscles in his back, sides, or even chest.

     This was exactly what I longed to feel again. Unlike nothing I'd ever
experienced before, it was almost painful, the pleasure of sensation I came
to know with him, almost incredible. I was a little ashamed of it, but I
loved the feeling of his huge hands caressing my body and the sheer weight
of his body pressing against mine. It was so different from a
woman's. There was so much strength and power just beneath the surface, so
much hardness.

     I wouldn't admit this to myself at first, but I wanted to explore his
body too, like I had a woman's . . . . perhaps even more.  His body was,
after all, more familiar, more like my own. However, it wasn't easy to let
myself and, for a time, I satisfied myself with only reacting when I
couldn't help it.

     As I felt his hands moving up over the fullness of my pumped pectoral
muscles, I could tell the nipples were erect and swollen.  He seemed to
like this, rolling them around against his large fingers, one in each hand,
as he sucked even more firmly on my dick. I was close already and this
seemed to trigger something that moved me even closer to orgasm.

      When he started to pinch them, I felt my chest contract from the
sensation and, with a slight tingling feeling in the head of my dick, I
felt a load of cum spurt against his tongue, which immediately swirling
over the impossibly sensitive head, sucking the unexpected load into his
throat, groaning audibly with a kind of deeply felt satisfaction.

     I tried to remain calm, but it was impossible. That was a long awaited
ejaculation, too much to take quietly. Holding my crotch firmly against his
mouth, he fought to lower it yet another time over my dick, deep throating
it several times until I felt a second, even heavier load stream from my
body, virtually shattering the silence with my cries for him to stop. I
couldn't take any more.

     Surprised at my emotion, Chance held my load in his mouth, trying not
to laugh at my reaction until he could swallow it.  Then, pulling my body
up against his, he held me tightly to him. I rested my hands on his
shoulders, suppressing the urge I felt to hold him too.

     He wanted me to stay the night with him, but I didn't think that was a
good idea.  I did, however, remain with him until long after midnight. We'd
stayed in bed, naked, sleeping and talking a little. Somehow or other, he'd
gotten me off a couple of times more before I finally left. I didn't offer
any resistance. After all, I told myself, that's what I came there for, and
I got it.

                                         rbrown001@cox.net
                                               Spring, 2008