Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2006 16:25:38 +0000
From: Eros434759@comcast.net
Subject: Grocery Boy - Part 7

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


That night I thought I'd try to utilize the lessons that I had learned
earlier in the evening.  I thought why can't two guys have what Daisy and
Lyndsay had?  On the drive home I casually reached over and took Chris'
hand.  Nothing sexual just a friendly gesture toward someone I cared about.
I think it kinda shocked him at first, but he didn't pull away.  I thought
that maybe if I stopped thinking about fucking him and started thinking
about making love to him I'd come up with something that could work for the
both of us.  I was so lost in my own thoughts, (so much for taking his
feelings into consideration) that I didn't hear him start singing.  He had
a great singing voice.  When I tuned back in, I realized he was singing an
old Janet Jackson song.

"...Cuz everybody needs a friend and I'll be yours if you're lonely" he was
singing.

I joined in. "If you're all alone and a friend you need, like a river flows
you hurt I'll bleed..."

We were harmonizing and having a blast.  But the lyrics rang true, I
thought, at least for me.  I would hurt if he were hurting.  I was wrong to
think I could change him.  I had to accept him for who and what he was.  I
would, I vowed.  We pulled up to the house, and I asked him in.  Some part
of me was thinking about sex, but I didn't want it to be.  We walked in and
I told him to make himself comfortable.  I went to retrieve a bottle of
wine and some glasses.  We sat on the floor and drank wine and just talked.
We talked for three or four hours about everything and absolutely nothing.
He was so comfortable to be with.  The wine was gone and I was groggy.  I
fell asleep mid-sentence.  It was a deep sleep.  I had no real worries.  I
awoke curled up in Chris' arms nestled in his chest.  It was Saturday
morning and I didn't want to do a thing.  Carefully, I freed myself from
his hold.  I thought about the night before.  Remembering the kindness
shared by the couples we had played cards with.  I crept to the kitchen and
started the coffee maker.  I went back to the living room where Chris had
managed to stretch out on the floor.  God, he was beautiful!  He (or maybe
I) had opened his shirt during the night and his massive chest heaved
easily as he slumbered.  I wanted to just crawl back onto the floor and
snuggle with him, but instead I went out and got some breakfast.  I knew
from before that he ate big meals, so I went to a fast food place a couple
of blocks away and picked up five breakfast sandwiches and some juice.  I
arrived back to find the television on and Chris nowhere in sight.  I
called out, but got no answer.  For a second I panicked.  Where could he
be?  I ran up the stairs and then I saw the trail of clothing leading to
the bedroom.  I started undressing and tip-toed into the room, then I heard
the shower.  Naked, now, I crept into the bathroom.  It was like some
softcore porn movie.  There he was washing himself off under the water and
the room filled with steam.  I will never forget that sight.  He was bent
over washing his legs and the muscles in his back just glistened from the
running water.  He washed himself as if no one was there.  He was
absolutely oblivious of his beauty.  The water danced off every muscle and
for a moment I just stood in awe.  Then stealthily I crept forward.  I
wanted to be a part of this.  I waited until he leaned forward to wash his
hair.  That was almost comical.  He was such a big man that he had to bend
forward to put his head under the running water.  I made my move.  I slid
open the shower door startling him for a second.

"Hey Sexy" I said.

"Hi" he smiled.

"Need someone to wash your back?" I asked

"You can wash any part of me that you want." was his reply.

"Turn around" I whispered.

He did so revealing that massive back.  I thought I could work out for the
next 50 years and I'd never achieve those kinds of results.  He stood
upright, tall proud.  I just admired his physique.  His upper back was
broad and it tapered down to an impossibly small waist.  I took the soap
and started to lather it up in my hands.  I started slowly rubbing the
lather just below his neck.  I took my time, massaging in circles, kneading
the muscles and pretty much enjoying touching his body.  Working my way
down I tried to relish every moment while desperately trying not to look at
the two melon shaped mounds just within my grasp.  I tried to focus on his
back every sinewy inch.  I watched the soapy bubbles slowly glide down his
body.  Looking at them slowly collect in the small dimpled area just above
his ass.  I wanted to look away, but it was compelling.  I couldn't take my
eyes off of it.

"Mmmmm" he moaned and I knew I had to do something.

I reached around him and slid up against him.  By now my dick was rigid.
It slid right between those hard round perfect cheeks.  I sucked in my
breath.  It was right there.  He even had lather there as kind of a lube.
I wanted him, right then, more than I've ever wanted anything.  But as the
thought was running through my brain, he turned around to face me.  I think
he knew what I was thinking.  No real words were spoken as he moved me to
the front of the shower and began to lather my back.

"Damn," I thought.  "I was so close"

Meanwhile Chris began a slow methodical massing of my back.  His hands slid
skillfully across my shoulders and then down my spine.  Despite the hot
water, I got chills.  I could feel his manhood rising between my legs.  In
a minute he would want to fuck.

"Let's get out of here and dry off" I suggested.

"No, let's do this right here" he said leaning in and sticking his tongue
in my ear.

There was possessiveness to his voice.  He used soap to lather up my ass
channel, sticking his finger in as he continued to gently nibble my ear.
He turned me to the tiled wall and started to rub his monstrous cock
between my asscheeks.  I didn't want to do this like this.  I'm a vanilla
kinda guy and I liked sex in a bed, but, he was working over my ear and
that big cock was rubbing against my ass.  He was driving me wild.

"Oh!" I grunted against the invading digit.

"I'm gonna split you open." he whispered.

"Is there ever going to be a time when I can split you open?" I thought to
myself.

That time was certainly not going to be now.  He had complete control.  I
put my arm against the wall and rested my head against my forearm.  I poked
out my ass offering it up to him.  He lined up his cock with my asshole and
began to shove.

"Ow!" I cried out.  "We need some lube" I continued.

"It'll just wash off" he pleaded.

But there was no way I was taking that monster up my ass without some lube.
In the heat of passion, I was not going to end up in some hospital room.

"I gotta have it," I said.  He stepped out of the shower and dashed over to
the medicine cabinet.  The shower felt twice as big with him gone.  He came
back with lubrication and condoms.  I took the condoms from him.

"We won't need these," I said.

I knew I was taking a risk, but I had made up my mind.  This was the guy I
was going to spend the rest of my life with.  He smiled, spun me back to
the wall and began to apply the lube.  By now the bathroom was like a
sauna.  The hot water couldn't last much longer.  He must have been
thinking the same thing because he reached over and turned off the water.
Then he resumed lubing me up.  I was sweating, so the lube mixed with the
water and all the moisture in the air made my asshole slick.  Electricity
shot through me as he placed the huge head at my backdoor.

"Ready baby?" he asked, then shoved at least five inches in before I could
answer.

He forced the air out of my lungs.  I gasped for air.  He was holding me
up, but not stopping.  It felt like I was being fucked by a giant dildo
made of marble.  He pushed another two inches inside of me.

"Wait, I think we need more lube" I finally gasped.

"No, you can do this" he answered.

"I can't!" I cried out.

"Yes, you can" he replied and pushed another two inches in.  My body ached.
My ass felt like it was on fire.  I couldn't take much more, I thought.  He
pulled back withdrawing about half of his cock, and then he shoved the full
length inside of me.

"Oh God!" I cried; "You're killing me"

He didn't answer.  He pulled back and shoved in again harder.

"You need to learn how to take my dick!"  He said.

And with that he began a 25-minute brutal assault on my ass.  After about
10 minutes my ass literally went numb.  It was no longer painful or really
pleasurable, just a numbness.  My face was crushed between the tile wall
and his heaving chest.  He kept a kind of tempo with his fucking.  I
remember trying to pace myself along with it.  Pound, pound, pound, long
thrust, long thrust, then back to the pounding.  I started to regain the
sensation in my ass.  His pace was increasing.  The rhythm was gone and he
was breathing erratically.

"Nuh, unh, unh" he moaned.

He was getting close.  I started to contract my ass muscles.

I thought, "I just want to get him off".

"Here it comes," he said.  I was thankful, the assault on my ass would be
over soon.

"Huh, ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, AHHHH!" he grunted with each thrust.  He had come,
lifting me off the floor of the shower with the final thrusts.  I was
slowly lowered back to the ground, and he leaned back giving me a chance to
pull my face away from the wall.

"Take it out" I thought.

"Oh God, baby, that was incredible," he said, leaving the monster inside of
me.

I tried to ease myself off of it, but he held me tight against his chest.
It was then that I noticed that I had come.  There was a large gob of come
on the shower wall and still more puddled down near my feet.  I had reached
orgasm without ever touching my cock; I wasn't even sure when it had
happened.  What's more, it looked like I had done it more than once, and my
cock was still hard.

"Please" I said weakly, "take it out"

He pulled out slowly and for what seemed like a minute, but finally the
oversized head left my body.  I immediately felt weak.  I started to fall,
but he held me up.

"I'm exhausted," I said.

He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.  Gently he laid me out on
top of the blankets and kissed me.

"I'm hungry" he said and walked out of the room.  Watching him leave, I
thought he's amazing, then I drifted off to sleep.

Later when I awoke, the room was empty and quiet.  I wiped my eyes and
rubbed my sore ass.  It was after one according to the clock next to the
bed.  Amazingly, I was somewhat horny.  I grabbed my robe and went to look
for Chris.  The house was empty but I found the blankets and pillows that
we had used folded and neatly piled on the couch.  Damn, I thought.  He was
gone.  I thought about the food that I had gotten earlier.  I could nuke a
breakfast sandwich and call Ai.  I walked into the kitchen and looked for
the bag.  It was gone, did I put it in the fridge, I thought.  I looked and
there it was, minus three of the five sandwiched I had bought.  I smiled at
the thought of Chris devouring the food after our lovemaking.  I took one
of the sandwiches and put it in the microwave.  I was setting the timer
when I noticed the light blinking on the phone. Someone had called and I
had slept right through it.  I played the message back.

"Hey, this is David" it began.  "I'm just calling because when I saw you in
the gym it brought back some old memories.  I guess what I'm trying to say
is I miss you.  Give me a call sometime and we can talk..."

Just then Chris' voice broke in.  "Hello?"
(To be continued)