Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 06:01:37 -0800 (PST)
From: k d <dk2891@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reconnecting with Chris (Part Two)

Hey guys!  I didn't really anticipate continuing this story, but I found
myself thinking about it the other day and decided to add another portion.
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Reconnecting with Chris (Part Two)

"Alright guys, we're not going to the playoffs, but that doesn't mean
anything.  It doesn't mean this winning this game, our last game, isn't
important.  Let's break the streak, end this season fucking right, and get
our winning streak started for next season!  Ready?"  All the guys in the
huddle cheered their quarterback and Hank called the play quickly.  It
wasn't anything fancy, just a passing route that would give him three
options in the end zone.  Hank's rookie season hadn't gone particularly
well, but nobody had expected it to.  His team, the Redskins, was on a six
game losing streak to end the season – but they had a chance here in the
last game, the last play to close out the season right.  It was fourth and
goal and they were two yards away from the winning touchdown.  Three
straight runs had been stuffed and exhausted all three of their time outs,
so the coach gave the ball to his quarterback for the last play of the
game.

Everyone lined up and Hank surveyed the defense, but it is about what he
had expected – tight goal line defense.  He called the snap, accepted
the ball from center, and took his drop checking his reads.  He could tell
immediately that the defense had been expecting run, so that was good –
but there still wasn't much time.  The tight end was locked up short of the
end zone, no good.  Greenley, his favorite receiver, was doubled covered in
the end zone.  He considered trying to thread it into him, just as he saw
the backup running back streaking across the end zone with a defender at
least two feet behind him.  He whipped the ball out, positioning it
perfectly for the back to snatch it, just before he ran out of bounds.  The
officials signaled touchdown, the crowd erupted, and Hank cheered too,
racing towards the end zone to embrace his new best friend.

***

The celebration couldn't compare to the victory at the game, but Hank
figured it was close.  He and several of his buddies from the team were
barhopping through some of DC's hotspots dancing, meeting girls, and
getting absolutely hammered.  It was barely even midnight, but Hank
probably had fifteen phone numbers tucked into his pocket.  Most were women
that recognized him and were throwing themselves in his direction, but a
few didn't seem to recognize him either.  It was all good, either way
worked.  Of course, tucked in there with those numbers was one that wasn't
like the rest.  When his buddies had gone to the bar to get more drinks one
brave young man approached Hank on the dance floor, smiling slightly.  He
congratulated him on the win and as they shook hands passed him his phone
number.  Hank had looked up at him, slightly surprised, and the young man
just shrugged with his easy smile and said, "Figured the worst you could
say was `no thanks.'"

Hank was polite and smiled back at the guy, but told him that he wasn't
interested.  The other guy didn't seem the least bit surprised, shrugged,
congratulated him again, and headed off to dance with his friends.  It was
shortly thereafter that his buddies returned with drinks, passing some sort
of shot into his hand as he stared back at the man who had passed him his
phone number.

***

The young quarterback groaned in discomfort as he opened his eyes to find
the room he was sleeping in to be altogether way too bright.  His head was
screaming in pain and his body was sore from the pounding he took yesterday
on the field.  Blinking repeatedly to try and get his bearings, he looked
around the unfamiliar room and cursed quietly at himself.  Running a hand
through his dirty blonde hair, he swept the covers off of his naked body
and set about trying to find his clothes that were piled up with another
man's clothes on the floor.  `Why does this keep fucking happening?' he
thought to himself as he tugged his boxer briefs up his legs, finally
covering himself up.

"I was amazed you were still here when I woke up," a voice announced from
the doorway.  Hank looked up to find the man that he had vague memories of
last night standing shirtless in the doorway, just wearing a pair of sexy
black briefs.  "Figured that I'd wake up to an empty bed, wondering if I
had just dreamed about you."

Despite his discomfort, he managed to smirk at that, "Well, I was pretty
blitzed, I think.  What time is it?"

"Eleven.  And is that the line you're going with?  You were drunk?"

Hank shrugged as he pulled his shorts on, "Don't know what to tell you man,
I was drunk.  I'm sure you noticed that."

The other man laughed, "Yeah, I caught on.  What I mean is: you're way too
good for that to be one drunken mistake."

"Thanks, I guess," he answered in a deadpan as he tugged a black tank top
over his muscular chest.  "I need to get going, though."

"What?  No brunch?" he asked with a knowing smile before taking a sip of
his coffee.

The sarcastic question did bring a smile to Hank's face, finally, but he
was in no mood to stick around and eat with his one night stand.  Plus, the
idea of food made his stomach roil from the overindulgence the night
before.  Holding a hand to his stomach he declined, "Nah... I think I'm
going to get home.  Thanks for, uh, last night, I guess."

He nodded, still smiling, "Do I have the honor of knowing that you cheated
on your girl with me?"

Hank shook his head, "I don't have a girlfriend.  They come and go."

"And the guys?"

"Look," he began, rubbing his temples to try and dull the pain, "I'm not
gay.  Things happen sometimes.  Can't we just say we had a good time and
leave it at that?"

"Oh, no question about that," he answered, laughing again.  He pushed
himself off the door frame where he had been watching Hank dress and walked
over to the bed.  Setting down his coffee on the nightstand, the nearly
naked man began to make his bed.  Hank turned to leave, but just before he
was out the bedroom door, the man spoke again, "Just remember.  It's not a
drunken mistake if it happens over and over again."

Hank stopped for a second as he pondered his one night stand's words before
heading out of the room and his apartment wordlessly.

***

Hank knew there was a certain amount of truth to what the man had told him,
but of course he didn't need some random gay dude to get him confused about
his sexuality.  If it was just `drunken mistakes' he knew that he'd
probably be able to rationalize it.  The problem wasn't the `drunken
mistakes,' it was the experiences he'd had when he was stone cold sober.
Chris McCoy had started it all when they were teenagers in high school.
They were the same age, but didn't run in exactly the same circles, though
they knew each other.  Hank was an athlete, of course, and very popular.
Chris was popular too, but not for the same reasons.  His parents had
money, so he ran with that crowd – plus he was smart, so all of the
teachers loved him.  He had seen Chris at this or that party or been in
class with him.  They were friendly, but just acquaintances.  Most of the
athletes had a nervous apprehension about Chris, because the one knock
against his popularity is that everyone assumed he was gay.  He was cute,
smart, rich, and outgoing but never had a girlfriend, even though any one
of those traits could probably have attracted someone.

A stereotype sure, but in this case it was right.  Hank's last period of
the day his senior year was empty since it was spring and football season
was over, but since he was going to play in college his coach had him on a
regular regimen to stay in playing shape – so he used that last period
to workout.  It was always nice because the spring sports like baseball and
track rarely used the space except when it was raining, so he had it to
himself most of the time.  It was one of those times when Chris found him
in the locker room.  They were both surprised, Hank thought he was alone
and the whole reason Chris came in was because he thought it would be
empty.  To this day, he couldn't really pinpoint how it happened.  By all
rights, whether Chris was gay or not, nothing should have happened.  But,
when Hank stepped out of the shower room to find Chris rummaging through a
buddy's locker for a book he had left, there was something about the way
Chris stared at his body that turned Hank on immensely.  The moment he saw
that look, he knew the gay rumors the guys passed around were undoubtedly
true.  A nervous excitement coursed through his body as he met Chris'
lustful gaze.  It didn't last long.  He let Chris' trembling hands caress
his hard muscles and then his cock, giving the other boy a mouthful of his
teen cum probably no more than a minute after he replaced his hand with his
mouth.

After that, they both bolted.  For two weeks, Hank wouldn't even look at
Chris whether it be in a shared class or passing in the hall.  It wasn't
until a party at Chris' house that he even found himself in a conversation
with the gay teen.  Hank had almost decided not to go, but his friends had
pushed him into it.  He didn't have a valid excuse and remembered very
clearly that he couldn't say, "Oh, things have been weird since he blew
me."  It was a high school party and Chris' parents were out of town, so
there were a ton of people and enough booze to keep a port full of sailors
satisfied for a weekend furlough.  Hank still managed to avoid Chris for
most of the night until... well, until Chris found him.  This experience
was actually the reverse of Hank's later life experiences where he was
mostly sober, but Chris was pretty well tanked.  To Hank's horror, when
Chris saw him he was not even remotely discreet.  Hank blushed bright red
in embarrassment and anger as the other teen touched his body, made various
sexual comments, and tugged at his shirt to try and pull him away from his
friends and to a dance.  Thankfully, Hank's friends just laughed their
asses off at the scene, interpreting Hank's embarrassment as coming from
the fact that he was being hit on by a guy – not that he and Chris had
fooled around two weeks ago.  Ever the `nice guy,' Hank excused himself and
pulled Chris away, telling his friends that he would find somebody to watch
him since he was so fucked up.

Once out of eyesight, Hank pulled him quickly into one of the home's
bedrooms and angrily tried to talk some sense into him, hoping to make him
see that he had to be more discreet.  Chris, however, was too drunk and too
horny to listen.  Even as Hank complained to him, Chris became even more
brazen than he was out in the open, touching the athlete's body and trying
to pull him closer.  Hank tried to put the brakes on Chris' advances, but
as his anger began to subside it was replaced with that familiar feeling of
nervous lust he had felt in the locker room.  Trying to cool Chris down one
more time, Hank tried to push him away slightly – which just ended up
making him fall onto his back on the bed.  Far from making Chris back off,
though; it just convinced him that Hank wanted to fuck.  As he lay there,
he lifted his foot to rub the bigger teen's cock, which Hank suddenly
realized was hard as a rock and bulging in his cargo shorts badly.  Giving
in to his lust again, he joined Chris in bed.  This time was a much bigger
deal to Hank, because it wasn't random experimentation like the first time.
He fucked Chris that night and then again the next morning when they were
both completely sober, though Chris was a little hung over.

After that, the two teens became relatively good friends, though not
terribly much in public.  In sex, it was somewhat one sided.  While Chris
was more than eager to suck Hank's cock or let him fuck him, Hank tended to
barely touch Chris beyond the occasional handjob.  Hank maintained his
girlfriends, not really feeling too much guilt at the time about his sexual
dalliances with Chris.  It was just one of those things that happen, he
figured, and that he'd stop fooling around with him when he met a woman
seriously.  They did quit their sexual antics, but mostly out of
practicality.  Hank moved early in the summer to Austin to start training
with the football team and Chris left to study at Baylor.

As he was taking his trip down memory lane, the flight attendant came down
the first class aisle and stopped by Hank, offering a quick, "We're going
to be landing soon, Mr. Johnson.  Could you put your tray table in the
upright position, please?"

He looked up, surprised to realize how deep in thought he'd been and nodded
quickly, "Sure."  As he lifted the tray table, he realized that his cock
had grown partially hard as he remembered his sexual experiences with
Chris.  Sighing, he casually laid his newspaper on his lap.

As he drifted back into his thoughts, he closed his eyes.  For the next
four years he didn't see Chris.  It wasn't conscious on either of their
parts Hank thought, just a growing apart that happens to a lot of high
school friends.  Hank stayed in Austin nearly year round to stay in
football readiness, usually just coming back for holidays and special
occasions – which didn't leave a lot of time for catching up with
friends.  But, of course, even without Chris, Hank's experiences didn't
stop.  There was his biology lab TA freshman year.  His roommate's openly
gay brother.  One of the trainers during the Skins' training camp.  Oh, and
of course he couldn't get his most recent meeting with Chris a few months
ago out of his head either.  After those, though, it was the random hookups
when he was drunk.

Hank wasn't the type to ask, "What it all means," but the man the other
morning had gotten him thinking one thing anyway.  These weren't drunken
mistakes or youthful indiscretions he could rationalize away in his head;
it was becoming a pattern of behavior.  He'd had numerous numbers of women
give him their number, yet he'd gone home with the one good looking guy
who'd hit on him.  Hank sighed again, opening his eyes.  It was going to be
a long off season if he was dwelling on this shit.  Regardless of what was
going on in his head, though, he knew one person that he wanted to see.

***

He'd been back in his home town for two days before he was able to break
away from family well-wishers long enough to visit Chris' office downtown.
Unlike the last time he'd visited a few months ago, it looked like a real
office now.  Hank stepped into the transformed space and just looked around
before the receptionist asked, "Can I help you, sir?"

She was smiling when he turned to look at her.  She was pretty, but about
ten years older than he and Chris – not really his type, whatever that
was anymore.  He returned her smile, slightly surprised that she didn't
recognize him.  Since he had been a star for UT he'd been a hero to the
town, going pro just made it even more so.  "Is Chris in?"

The receptionist glanced down at her appointment book, "Um, he's with
someone.  Do you have an appointment?"

"No, no.  Nothing like that.  Just a friend, I was going to say hello –
maybe see if he wanted to grab lunch."

She looked up, "Oh, sure.  Well, just have a seat.  He's with a client
right now, he should be out in just a minute.  I think he's going out to
lunch with Eric, though."

The familiarity she said the name with suggested that as a `friend,' Hank
should probably know who that is.  Truth was that save for a few texts
after Hank had a good game or something like that, he and Chris didn't keep
in close contact.  They were Facebook friends, but that certainly wasn't
the best way to know the details about someone.  He just shook his head,
"Eric?"

"Yes..." she said, pausing slightly, her face now expressing worry –
probably whether she should have said anything, "Chris' boyfriend.  You
said you were friends, I just assumed you knew Eric too...  I'm sorry,
Chris is usually so forthright, I hope I haven't said anything..."

He interrupted her with a quick smile, though he felt a pang of unexpected
jealousy jolt through his body, "its okay.  I live out of town, that's part
of why I was coming in to catch up."

She sighed, reassured that she hadn't outed Chris to someone who didn't
know.  Just before they settled into uncomfortable silence, the door to
Chris' office opened and his familiar face appeared alongside a middle-aged
man.  Chris was wearing a light blue fitted dress shirt and khakis, the
kind of dress that passed for business dress in a small town.  Hank felt
another sense of unease, this time less about the jealousy, but because
building off of the last time he'd seen him, he felt himself looking at
Chris with a fair amount of attraction.  Still talking to the other man,
Hank could tell Chris saw him out of the corner of his eye because surprise
filtered across his face before he began to smile.  As the other man left,
he approached Hank and pulled him into a quick hug, "Hank!  I didn't know
you were coming back to town so soon."

"Neither did I," he answered, returning Chris' infectious smile, "but, here
I am.  I was going to see if you wanted to grab lunch, but she said you
already had plans."

He looked a little surprised, "Oh.  Well..." he looked at his watch
quickly, "His period doesn't go on lunch for another forty five minutes or
so."  He turned to his receptionist, "Do I have any other appointments
before then?"

She shook her head, "Not until the afternoon.  In fact, I was going to meet
my husband for lunch now, if that's okay."

Chris nodded with a slight smile, "Sure.  Enjoy your lunch."  She started
to pack up and Chris pulled Hank into his office, which was spacious and
well decorated.  He managed to hide the age of the building he was in very
well.  They both sat down and even with a boyfriend, Chris still couldn't
resist looking him over, which made Hank chuckle slightly.  Hearing his
laugh, the smaller man smiled, "Sorry, I've always been too obvious with
you.  It's just nice to see you off the television."

"You always watch the games?"

"Yep.  Even got that Sunday Ticket thing on the dish so I could catch your
games.  Can you believe it?  I'm watching football every week... and not
just for the guys."

Hank smirked, "Just one guy, right?"

That made Chris blush slightly, but he laughed, "Well...  More or less.  I
doubt I'd have started watching at all if you weren't playing, but I'm
starting to get into it.  Eric likes football, so that's something for us
to do together."

"And does he know why you're a Redskins fan?"

Chris shifted a little in his chair, "Are you asking if I told him about
us?  Hank..."  He lowered his voice a little, despite the fact that they
were alone, locking eyes with him, "You know I wouldn't do that to you."
It was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, this time with a smile as
he continued to look at Hank, "He does think I have a crush on you, though.
Asked me once if I pined after you in high school."

"What'd you say?" he asked, returning his friend's smile.

His face changed a little, his smile shifting into a mischievous smirk,
"Yes.  He thinks you're good looking too, so he asked if I fantasized about
you."

Something was changing in the air between them, Hank could tell.  His heart
started to beat a little faster as he felt the familiar sexual tension
start to rise between them as Chris spoke.  Leaning back in his chair,
trying to appear casual, he asked, "What'd you say to that?"

"I told him yes.  And then he wanted to know about it.  I told him that I
always dreamed about coming in to the locker room one afternoon when
everybody was gone and finding you there.  Have you come out of the shower,
all of your muscles shining from the water with nothing but a towel wrapped
around your waist."  He leaned forward intently, the smirk still playing at
the edges of his mouth, "I told him that I hoped we'd lock eyes and you'd
see the lust in mine – just praying that you'd be horny enough to do
something with it.  In my dream, you'd stare back at me for a moment,
making up your mind before sauntering over to me."

Hank could feel himself getting hard in his jeans as Chris retold the story
of their first encounter, "You remember every detail, don't you?"

He nodded, "Mmhmm."  He shifted in his seat, quite obviously adjusting his
own cock in his khakis, "He does too.  He just thinks it's a fantasy.  You
want to hear the rest?"

Hank stood up and stepped closer to Chris, making the accountant look up at
him, "Not really.  I'd rather give you another fantasy to tell him
about..."  He reached down to pull Chris up from the chair.

"Hank..." he started as he faced Hank, uncertainty in his voice.

At the sound of his uncertainty, Hank leaned in and did something that he
hadn't ever initiated before with Chris.  He pressed his lips against
Chris' and gently worked his tongue out and into his mouth.  For his part,
Chris only resisted for the barest of moments before he began to kiss his
old friend back.  Once his resistance faded, the passion that Hank
remembered returned.  He kissed Hank fiercely, pressing his tongue past the
bigger man's and into his mouth, while his hands quickly untucked the polo
shirt from the waistband of Hank's jeans.  He broke the kiss for only a
moment to tug Hank's polo up and over his head, leaving him shirtless.
Chris kissed him again, his hands exploring his muscled torso once again –
albeit far less nervously than he had those years ago.  Hank was more
active than he normally was too, finding himself getting swept up in the
moment and the confused feelings he'd been debating for weeks.  He not only
let Chris make out with him, but eagerly swept his tongue against his
friend's and held him tightly, running his hands across Chris' back.

Chris pulled away from the kiss and slid down, pressing his lips against
Hank's neck – leaving harsh red marks on his flesh close to where his
neck met his shoulder.  One of his hands dipped down and deftly unbuttoned
his jeans, giving him enough room to slide his hand under the waistband of
Hank's jeans and boxer briefs.  Hank groaned in excitement as Chris'
fingers first tangled themselves in the thick hair at the base of his cock,
before finally wrapping around his solid length and pulling at it.  As
Chris slid lower down his body, he swabbed his tongue across one of the
quarterback's pink nipples until it stiffened under his oral assault.

"Oh, Chris...  I've missed this..." he admitted with a smile as he ran his
fingers through Chris' wavy blonde hair.  He gently encouraged Chris over
to his other sensitive nipple, letting him lap at it for a moment – each
lick sending a wave of ticklish pleasure through his body.  Unlike their
last time together, where Chris indulged himself in a relaxing oral worship
of Hank's entire body, he moved with a greater sense of urgency this time.
After taking Hank's direction to tease his nipple, he dropped lower,
kissing along his firm abs quickly, and then dropping to his knees.  Hank
leaned back against one of the chairs they'd been sitting in for balance,
once Chris had stripped his jeans and briefs down to his ankles –
leaving him almost completely naked in the accountant's office.  His
sizeable cock bobbed heavily out from its nest of dark blonde pubes once
Chris freed it from its confines and, after that, wasted no time in taking
his length into his mouth.  Hank hissed in pleasure as Chris' warm mouth
enveloped his hard cock, throwing his head back.

Going immediately to work once Hank was in his mouth, Chris assaulted his
friend's cock with rapid lashes of his tongue as he sunk down to the base
of his crotch.  Even as big as Hank was, it was no time at all before Chris
had swallowed his length and buried his nose into the athlete's thick
pubes.  He inhaled Hank's masculine scent while his cock was lodged deep in
his throat, before pulling back for the journey back towards his more
sensitive cockhead.  Hank groaned deeply, his hand still tangled up in
Chris' hair as his cock was worshipped and massaged by Chris' lips, tongue,
and throat.  While Chris sucked him, Hank gently began to push his ass off
of the chair he was leaning against and drive his length deeper into Chris,
softly fucking his mouth.  Chris didn't seem to mind for his part, letting
Hank use his mouth – still working his tongue against the shaft and
sucking sharply whenever Hank would nearly withdraw his cock from his
mouth, earning pleasured groans from Hank's lips.

They continued like this for several more minutes with Hank working his
cock in and out of Chris' mouth, moaning and commenting softly.  Pressing
his hands against Hank's thrusting hips, Chris stopped him momentarily and
pulled off of his dripping cock to push it up flat against Hank's pubes and
stomach.  He gave it one long lick, causing Hank to shudder, before
dropping down to the quarterback's hairy balls.  As he lapped against them,
he wrapped his fist around Hank's cock and began to jerk him off.  He
sucked Hank's balls into his mouth one at a time, gently rolling them
around in his mouth.  Squirming slightly, Hank groaned, "I need to fuck
you, Chris..."

"I thought you'd never ask," he answered with a chuckle.  He didn't fully
disengage from Hank, still jerking off his hard, slick cock as he stood to
kiss him again.  They kissed briefly, but softer and less passionately this
time – but Hank still responded eagerly, pushing Chris towards the couch
in the office while they kissed.  Chris broke the kiss and started undoing
his buttoned down shirt while Hank sank down onto the couch and lay down.
The accountant smiled as he took in Hank's body, lying on his couch, and
quickly stripped off his shirt and grabbed some lube from his desk drawer.

"You stay prepared, don't you?" Hank chuckled before it trailed off into a
low groan as Chris began to work some of the lube onto his cock.

Chris worked both hands over Hank's rod, leaving it glistening under the
lights of his office.  Hank reached his hands forward and undid Chris' belt
and slacks, not wasting any time in pulling them down along with his
underwear.  The smaller man's cock bobbed out in front of him and Hank
realized that he had been leaking precum for quite awhile, seeing as how
his cock was already wet with his own fluids.  On his own volition this
time, without Chris begging him to, he leaned forward and took Chris'
cockhead into his mouth, using his tongue to clean it of the precum that
had collected on it.  Chris moaned deeply and instinctively pressed his
hips forward, pushing more of his hard length into Hank's mouth.  Hank was
by no means an expert cocksucker, but he did his best to take Chris deeper
as he pushed in.  He washed his tongue over the hard flesh now filling his
mouth and used his hands to keep Chris from pushing any deeper.  He didn't
want to delay fucking his friend too much longer, but he was finding more
and more that he enjoyed having this effect on Chris.  His eyes were
staring down at Hank, watching him suck at his cock, his mouth slightly
ajar as he released ragged breaths along with his quiet moans.  One of his
still lubed fingers teased his own pink nipples and unlike Hank, who was
mostly smooth on his chest, he had a small patch of blonde hair between his
pecs.

He willingly withdrew himself from Hank's mouth, smiling down at the bigger
man, "Getting too close...  I want to cum while you fuck me."

Chuckling, Hank pulled him down onto the couch with him.  Chris quickly
positioned himself on his side, just like Hank.  The quarterback hefted one
of Chris' legs up and used his other hand to guide his lubed cock against
Chris' asshole.  While Chris winced in brief pain, Hank let out a low groan
as his cock was once again engulfed.  The angle was not great, but he
managed to lodge most of his cock deep inside of his old friend, he
responded with a gasp as Hank finally pressed against his prostate.
Without another word from either of them, Hank began to fuck him in
earnest.  These weren't long, slow strokes like they had done at Chris'
home last time – but quick, fevered thrusts from the start.  Both of
them were horribly worked up and, unlike the previous time, hadn't already
gotten off once each.  Hank grunted in pleasure as his cock sawed back and
forth in Chris' ass and against his prostate, his copious amounts of precum
joining the lube to make him glide easily inside of his friend.  For his
part, Chris didn't waste any time in wrapping his hand around his own cock,
jerking himself off quickly as Hank pounded his prostate, making him cry
out in pleasure.  He worked his ass muscles around Hank, milking the bigger
man as they both raced to get off in the short amount of time they had
together.  Their close proximity on the couch and combined body heat worked
them both up further as Hank began to sweat almost immediately from the
exertion.  "Fuck Chris..." he growled in pleasure and began to kiss the
back of his neck as he continued to fuck him.

They could both hear Chris' phone begin to vibrate against the table as
someone called or texted him – undoubtedly his boyfriend Eric making
sure they were still on for lunch.  Both of them, however, ignored it
without a second thought as they rutted against each other on the couch.
Hank's quick strikes inside of him, along with the feelings coming from his
cock, left Chris' mind swimming in a sea of pleasure as he gasped
repeatedly, but rarely saying anything coherent.  As his hand raced over
his sensitive cockhead one more time, he realized that he wasn't going to
be able to hold off his orgasm much longer.  "Hank..." he hissed as the
bigger man continued to drill him, "So fucking close..."

"Good..." he managed to groan out, but he was in the same boat.  He was
pounding Chris even quicker now, his cock barely pulling out at all as he
rocked quickly back and forth, "Gonna cum too, man..." he continued.  He
had been holding off his orgasm for a few moments, but with each thrust he
knew he was rapidly approaching the point of no return where he'd cum
whether he wanted to or not.  With an animalistic grunt, he released his
resistance and let the pleasure of his orgasm wash over him, beginning to
shoot a warm torrent of his semen deep into Chris.  His grunts and groans
trailed off into whimpers as Chris worked his ass around his cock,
practically milking the cum from him.  As Hank's orgasm subsided, Chris'
began.  He cried out in pleasure as thick ropes of his cum sprang from the
angry red tip of his cock, splattering against his chest and then the
couch.

Hank leaned in and again began to kiss Chris' neck as the smaller man lay
their panting, trying to catch his breath from his orgasm.  Chris chuckled
as Hank's lips fluttered across his sweaty neck, "There's something
different about you now."

Sighing quietly, Hank just answered, "Yeah, I know.  Don't know what's up
with me."

Chris slowly extricated himself from Hank's strong arms and got up off the
couch to find his shirt.  As he began to put the shirt back on, he smiled
down at Hank, "Hey, I'm not complaining.  Guess, I'm going to have to
cancel my lunch, though..."

"Right.  Sorry about that.  Hope this doesn't mess up things with you two,"
Hank said, lying just a bit.

He just shrugged with a slight smile still on his face, "It is what it is.
I knew what I was doing.  I like Eric, I do.  It's just... different with
you."  He looked away as he flushed a slight red, before adding, "I need to
run home and take a shower before my afternoon appointments.  Do
you... uh... want to come by tonight for dinner?"

Hank nodded and started to collect his own clothes, "Sure, man.  I'd love
to."  They made arrangements for Hank to swing by around 7 and even though
nothing was said, Hank knew he'd be spending the night.  He realized,
without question, that their evening together, like this time, or like the
last time weren't a series of drunken mistakes – he just wasn't sure
what to do think about it anymore.  He could get his rocks off with
anybody, but here he was back with Chris once again.  Something about it
all just felt more right when he was with him.'

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