Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2006 17:23:38 -0600
From: David J <boricuaholandes@hotmail.com>
Subject: All Good Things...Chapter 2

Again, I am thankful to David for helping out with the editing of this
chapter.  I wouldn't have been able to get this chapter ready without his
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Enjoy reading!

All Good Things
Chapter 2

	As I sat there, answering the last question on the last exam I'd have to
take this semester, I caught my mind wondering.  Why did I have to read La
Aruacana?  It's an epic poem.  Great.  It's about the Spanish being asses to
the poor aboriginal peoples of South America.  Wonderful.  The only thing I
learned from the book was that people, during that time, spoke in eight line
verses that rhymed in an ABABABCC pattern.  Nice.  As I feverishly wrote an
answer to the question at hand, I thought about Tony.  It had been two
months since we started dating.  It had been a great time.  We'd had nine
dates, went to three football games together, and enjoyed at least three
concerts together.  He was a dream come true.  He wasn't perfect.  Far from
it, he was a man, complete with faults and imperfections, but he'd become my
man, and I wouldn't have traded him for the world.

	As I finished writing the answer, I was oddly relieved that it was all
over.  I gave my paper to Pedro, our professor,  and left for my office.  I
waited on the elevator and took it to the second floor, where my office was.
  As I turned the corner, I saw him standing there.  My Tony.

	"Hey gorgeous," I said as I fiddled with my keys.  He smiled.

	"Hey yourself," he responded as he lifted himself from the wall and
followed me into the area I shared with six other people.  "So I just got
through with my Spanish exam."

	"How'd you do?"

	"I think I did OK.  There were a couple of things that I wasn't sure about,
but, all in all, I feel confident about it," he said as I shut the door.
When I was sure that no one was there, I wrapped my arms around his neck and
pulled myself into a kiss with him.  For the two months we'd been together,
I'd so enjoyed the kisses.  When he'd drop me off at my apartment, he'd
always walk me up and kiss me goodnight.

	"I'm so glad."

	"Me too," he said, pulling me into a kiss again.  "So what else do you have
to do today?"

	"You.  That's the only thing left on my to-do list."  We're not in a
prudish relationship, but to this point, we'd just been taking things
slowly.  (Translated, we'd not had sex.)  We were just waiting for the right
time for both of us.

	"So I'm getting a nice Christmas gift then?" he asked.

	"Oh yeah.  You're gonna love it."

	"Ummm..." I moved my hands from around his neck and wrapped them around the
waist.  He hugged me back.  "This is so the coolest part of dating you."

	I chuckled.  "Just what I was thinking.  So what all do you have left to do
today?"

	"I have a chem exam at 4:00."

	"Damn.  Do you want to come over afterwards?  I'll cook for you, and then I
can give you your gift."

	"That sounds good.  Am I still taking you to the airport tomorrow?"

	"Do you mind?"

	"Not at all.  I've got all my stuff ready to go, so I can just drop you off
at the airport, even though I'd really just like to park the car and go with
you.  It would be more interesting than dealing with my family."

	"Gui and Martín will be glad to see you, though."

	"Yeah.  We're gonna get Mart fucked up on Christmas Eve, and then make him
go to Grandma's house with all our aunts, uncles, and cousins."  He laughed
evilly at the pain he and his older brother were going to put their younger
brother through.

	"Take lots of pictures for me," I said to him.

	"I will, as long as you take a lot of Toronto."

	"I think I can do that...So what do you want for dinner?"

	"I'm a guy.  I'll eat anything...except pussy and raw fish.  Same thing,
though, right?"

	I roared with laughter.  "So no raw fish or cat meat.  Right.  What about a
traditional Canadian dish?"

	"Like what?"

	"Beaver in maple syrup."

	"You're weird."

	"I know, but that's what you like about me, right?"

	"Yes.  It's one of the things."  He leant down and kissed me on the lips.

	"You are so sweet, sir," I said, trying my best to fake a Southern accent.
I failed, but it got a good laugh out of him.  "So it's 3:45."

	"Yeah.  I should probably get going.  I so don't want to, though."

	"Go.  Have fun.  I'm going to walk back to the apartment and get stuff
cleaned up before you get there."

	"At least put the handtowels up..."

	"The handtowels?" I asked, ignorantly.  He made a fist and put it front of
the package he constantly carried with him.  "OH!  I don't do that kind of
stuff."

	"Really."

	"Only three times a day."

	"Damn.  How many today?"

	"Just once," I answered, wrapping my hands back around his waist.  "Now
think about that and go to class."

	"Yes sir."  He walked past me and toward the door of my office.  "I'll see
you in a couple of hours."

	"Claro.  Adiós papi."

	"Adiós."

	He shut the door slowly, keeping eye contact with me as long as he could.
I waved at the last moment I could see him.  I checked my email and bank
account quickly and then ran home to get things ready for his visit.  I put
some lamb in a large pot and proceeded to brown the meet.  While that was
working its way, I picked up the living room and bedroom and threw all the
dirty clothes into the closet.  `I'll worry about those later,' I thought to
myself.  I added some vegetables to the pot along with some chicken stock.
I began boiling water for some orzo.  I didn't know what I was making; I was
just trying to make sure that it was a tasty, savory dinner that he would
enjoy.  The meat and veggies came to a simmer.  The water for the pasta was
boiling, and so I added it and stirred until it reached the consistency that
I wanted.  I drained the water off and added the pasta to the stew.  When I
looked at the clock on the microwave, I realized that he would be there in a
few minutes.  I threw a few pieces of French bread into the oven to brown as
I ran to get a quick shower.

	When I got out, I pulled on some nice jeans and a cute t-shirt.  It was
fitting, since it read "Cubanos lo hacen mejor."  (Cubans do it better.)
The bread was ready by this time, as was the stew.  All that remained was
for him to get through with his exam and come to my humble abode.

	By 6:30, he still hadn't called.  I assumed for a minute that he just
wasn't through with the exam yet, and that he would be there shortly.  I
began to worry around seven.  "Where is he?" I asked as I my mind began to
wander at all the possibilities.  I saw his white truck pull into the
parking lot, blaring loudly as he found a place close to my building.  I
walked out onto my balcony to smoke a quick cigarette as he was climbing
down from the large vehicle.  "Hey hot stuff.  You want to come up for a
quickie?" I yelled out to him.  He smiled.  His tardiness was obviously
because he'd been home to take a quick shower.  He walked around to the
passenger side of the truck and pulled a bag out.

	I watched closely as he walked toward the building.  He had a tight pair of
blue jeans on, along with a leather jacket that fit him perfectly.  It had
turned a bit cold out, but my hard Canadian skin was used to it, which is
the only reason I could wear a t-shirt in the Alabama cold.  (Plus, I was
only going to be out there for a second.)  He climbed the three flights of
stairs and finally made it to the balcony.  He smiled again, and I reached
up to lightly kiss him on the lips.  "Hey," he said.

	"Hey yourself," I answered, smiling.  "How was the exam?"

	"I was distracted, but I think I did OK?"

	"A hotboy in the class?"

	"No.  Another hot man I know."

	"Oh?"

	"This really cute guy.  The only drawback is that he's Canadian."

	"Damn Canucks.  Those men are bitches."

	"Not this one," he said.  "This one is so nice, so cute, and so smart."

	"What's his name?"

	"Jacob Henry."

	"Same as me!  What a coincidence!"

	He chuckled as he gave me another peck on the cheek.  "So here's your
Christmas gift."

	"We'll save it for later.  I've got to find yours, actually."

	"You don't have to give me anything."

	"Yes I do.  And I hope that you'll like it."

	"I'm sure that I will."

	I smiled at him.  We walked back inside the apartment and he took off his
jacket.  He was wearing a nice, crisp, white, button down shirt, tucked into
his jeans.  The view from the back was quite impeccable.

	"So are you ready for dinner?"  He rubbed his stomach.

	"Oh yea.  What are we having?" he asked as we walked into the kitchen.

	"I don't know what we're gonna call it.  It's an original concoction."

	"Nice.  What's in it?"

	"Lamb, orzo, assorted veggies."

	"It smells really good.  We can call it Jake's Christmas Stew."

	"You're so nice to me, Tony."

	He put his hands around my waist from behind as I stirred the pot once
again.  He kissed the back of my neck.  "Oh God!" I whispered.  He didn't
stop.  He moved around and kissed the side of my neck, then the side of my
chin.  He turned me around and kissed me passionately on the lips.  "Damn!"
I exclaimed when we finally stopped kissing.

	"Jake.  Can I tell you something without weirding you out?"

	"I don't know, can you?"

	He leant into my ear and whispered.  "I'm falling in love with you..."

	I looked directly into his eyes.  His beautiful blue eyes showed sincerity.
  They showed honesty.  They showed his soul.  "Antonio Cisneros!  No es lo
que pensaba que fuera a oír."  I reached up and hugged him again.  "The
feeling is mutual." His eyes lit up.  There was almost a tear forming in the
corner.  "This is going to change the whole outlook of Christmas holiday."

	"Yes.  It is," he smiled again.  "So let's eat.  I can't wait to give you
the gift."

	"Nor can I."  I served the stew in large rimmed bowls, adding a piece of
bread to the side.  We grabbed sodas from the fridge and went into the
living room.

	"So wanna watch a movie?"

	"Yeah.  Which one?"

	"It's called `Fresas y chocolate'.  It came out in Cuba in 1994, or so.
It's an interesting film."

	"Cool.  In Spanish?"

	"Yes, but it has subtitles."

	"Good," he breathed a sigh of relief.  I popped the DVD into the player and
we began to watch.  When we were finished with the stew, I gathered up the
dishes as he continued to watch the film.  There were some beautiful scenes
of Cuba, and I knew that he would enjoy the gift he was about to receive.

	The movie ended after a while and we just sat there on the couch.  I'd
moved in to snuggle with him, to which he had no problems.  "So do you want
your gift?" he asked as my head rested on his shoulder.

	"Do you want yours?"

	"Sure."  I got up from the couch, temporarily, to grab the envelope that
contained his gift.  I pulled it from a drawer and rushed back into the
living room.  By the time of my return, he'd taken a narrow white package
from the shopping bag.  I went to the couch and sat down next to him.  I
handed him the white envelope as he handed me the present, wrapped in white
paper.  He held his gift until I'd had a chance to open mind.

	I anticipated his reaction to the gift as I slowly opened the package.

	"You're gonna have to go faster than that, Jake," he said.

	"OK," I said as I ripped the paper from a plain gift box.  I opened the box
to find the most amazing gift I'd ever received from anyone, family or
lover.  Inside was a simple black frame, with a charcoal picture he'd drawn
for me one afternoon as we sat on the steps of the library.  It was
beautiful.  "Oh my God, Tony.  This is beautiful."  I inspected the detail
that he put into it.

	"Do you like it?"

	"I love it.  This is the best gift I could have ever gotten.  I'm gonna
take it and show my family."

	"They're gonna think I'm crazy."

	"No.  They're gonna like you.  A lot.  You haven't opened yours yet?"

	"No.  I wanted to see what you thought of yours first."  We leaned into
each other and kissed on the lips.  "I love you, Jacob Henry"

	"I love you too, Antonio Cisneros," I said as I kissed him again.  "Now
open yours."

	He slowly opened the envelope, unsure of what it contained.  From the look
on his face he was nervous and excited, all at once.  He opened the letter
and read it quietly to himself.  There was a slight mist in his eyes.  He
looked at the other pieces of paper, the tickets, enclosed in his envelope.

	"Do you have a passport?"

	"Yeah," he answered.  "You spent way too much on this, Jake."

	"No.  I didn't.  I didn't spend any money actually.  I had enough airline
miles to pay for it without have to put out any cash."

	"Jake.  Oh My God."

	"Are the dates OK?" I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

	"Yeah.  They're perfect.  My God!  I can't believe you got me tickets to go
to Cuba."

	"I'm trying to get in on your good side."

	"You've been there since day one."  He kissed me.  I could feel a tear run
from his eyes, down his cheek and onto my cheek.  An affection kiss, though,
turned into heavy making out.  Heavy making out turned into exploring of
hands around each of our bodies.  I undid two of the buttons on his shirt
and put my hand against his otherwise bare chest.  The course black hairs on
his chest made me all hot and bothered.

	As things went deeper and deeper, I finished unbuttoning the white shirt
and moved it off his shoulder.  We stopped kissing long enough for me to
begin concentrating on his nipples.  "Damn, babe.  That feels so good."  He
put his hand under the edge of my shirt and rested them on my waist as we
sat there on the couch.

	He stood up from the couch for a second, and took his shirt off.  His body
was perfect, at least from the waste up.  The light sprinkling of hair on
his chest seemed so sexy and so masculine.  He sat on my lap, with his legs
strattling my body.  He reached down and we kissed again.  It was electric
having him there, feeling his naked upper body for the first time.  My
suspicions about his midsection were correct; it was gloriously amazing.  It
was built, complete with the `v' that lead to this man's glory.  I broke out
kiss so that I could equal attention to the nipple that I'd not had access
to earlier.  "Jake.  Take you shirt off."

	"Yes sir," I said.  He stepped off of me as I leaned up to take my shirt
off.  He looked over my body, just as a concerned shopper might look over a
product before making a purchase.  From the bulge in his pants, I could tell
that he liked what he saw.  He grabbed my hand, but instead of taking his
seat, back on my engorged lap, he pulled me so that I was standing with him.
  He played with my nipples as we began to kiss again.  I wrapped my hand
around his neck, pulling him down to me a little bit better.  "Oh Tony."

	"You like?"

	"Oh yeah..." I whispered to him with my eyes closed.  It felt so good.  "Do
you want to spend the night?"

	"Do you want me to spend the night?"  I nodded.  "Alright."  He began
kissing me again, but wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer
into him.  I moved my hand around to the front of his jeans and loosened his
belt.  We continued to kiss heavily.

	I fumbled with his jeans for a second, but finally got past the buttons
that kept his fly closed.  Once I was in, I slipped my hands around his
waist and began to knead his supple ass cheeks.  They were smooth and
muscular orbs of perfection.  As I pulled him closer into me, I could feel
the hard on that he was sporting.  To put it mildly, I could tell that he
was the typical Caribbean man, at least in that respect.

	He did the same thing with me.  He zipped open the fly as our jeans fell to
the floor.  He was in his Abercrombie boxers while I wore a pair of Old Navy
boxer briefs.  He pulled me into a hug.  Our naked upper bodies touched each
other, and it seemed as though there were some energy freely flowing between
us.  In that moment, I knew what love was.  I hugged him tightly before
pulling away to look into his face.  His rich blue eyes, along with his
olive complexion made me water, almost.  I could feel his hard on against me
still.  I'm sure he could feel mine.

	"I love you, Tony."

	"I love you too, Jake.  Jacob.  That's such an awesome name."

	"Antonio es mejor."

	"Antonio is better?"

	"Sí."

	"Yay!  I actually am learning a little bit."

	"So why don't we go to bed and have some fun?"

	"What kind of fun?"

	"Whatever kind of fun we're led to by each other's bodies and minds."

	"That sounds fun," he said.  I took him by the hand and together we walked
to the back of the apartment, into the bedroom.  I turned down the comforter
on the double bed and we climbed in: he was on the right; I was on the left.
  He lay on his back, turning his head to look at me.  I turned over onto
the left side of my body so that I could look at him as well.  I ran the
tips of my fingers up and down his chest and abs.  My hands could see every
fold of his skin, every ripple of the muscles he'd nurtured and developed.
He moved his left hand up to my face and rubbed my face and neck.

	"You are so cute, Jacob."  I smiled.

	"As are you."

	"So why are you taking me to Cuba?"

	"Because you've never been and it's an awesome place."

	"You are so nice to me, Jacob."

	"It's just cause I like you so much, Tony."

	I started kissing him again.  He pushed me onto my back and again stratled
me.  As he leaned in to kiss me, I could feel his hard on, pressing against
me.  We kissed again, but it was only a minute before he moved to my chin,
down my neck, and to my chest.  His tongue swilled around my nipples,
spending equal time on both of them.  He scooted further down my body,
kissing me all the way down.

	He licked around my belly button.  It was quite sensitive.  He came to the
edge of my boxer briefs and slipped in one finger, then another as he
continued to kiss my lower abs.

      I lifted my hips so that he could pull the restraining briefs over my
ass.  The head of my dick slipped out from the front.  Rather than exposing
the whole thing, which is what I was hoping for, he licked and kissed the
bulging head.

      "Oh God that feels so good," I whispered.

      "Mmm...," he said as he lifted off of me for a moment.  "It's nice
from here, too."

	He pulled my underwear down a bit more and licked the underside of what was
exposed.  Up and down his tongue smoothly moved and as he came back up, he
swirled his tongue around the head of my throbbing penis.  I would have been
happy cumming right then, but I didn't this or this night to end
prematurely.  He pulled my boxer briefs down and let my dick fly in the air.
  It stood straight up, and throbbed in perfect tandem with my heartbeat.
He went down further, licking my nutsack.  He took one of my balls into his
mouth.  I couldn't help but moan; it both hurt so bad and felt so good.

	Without warning, he moved up and wrapped his lips around my dick.  He
slowly swallowed all seven inches of uncut meat.  I gasped and moaned as he
just as slowly came back to the top of my dick, swiping his tongue as he
did.  I pulled my arms up and massaged his head as he began to pick up
speed.  My breathing was getting heavy; my muscles were beginning to tense
up.  My balls were beginning to come up toward my body.

	"I'm gonna cum, Tony."

	He pulled off my dick for a second and blew on the head of my dick.  "We're
both clean, and I love you, so Merry Christmas," he said as he put his lips
back around my dick.  It was almost as if I felt my cum about to escape from
my body.  Once, twice, three times I felt my cum hit the back of his throat.
  Six more volleys filled his mouth.  He swallowed as best he could before
letting my dick go limp in his mouth.  He came up to me and kissed me.  I
could taste my cum on his breath as he kissed until I was hard again.  His
dick was still throbbing and pushing against me as he let himself relax on
my body.

	"My God, Tony," I said as he pulled off from kissing me for a moment.  His
kisses became heavier.  He pulled to my left and I rolled over onto him.  It
was a position that I so wanted to be in.  I wanted to feel him inside me.
I wanted to feel the energy and friction that would be made by our love
making.

	"Jacob," he whispered, "I want you."

	"You can have me," I whispered back as I leaned into him and kissed him on
the lips.  I stood up for a second, and as he lay there, I slowly pulled his
boxers down.  He lifted his ass for a second so that I could pull them off
completely.  His dick sprung up.  It was bigger than I could have expected.
The mass of thick, hard, uncut flesh stood there, in all its glory.  My
mouth watered.  In the past, I'd not been much of a size queen, but this
dick was nice.  It was perfectly straight.  The foreskin barely covered the
tip of the head of his dick.  Once he was completely rid of the shorts, I
sat on the bed beside him.  He smiled as I took the massive penis into my
hands.  I pulled the foreskin down so that I could get a good look at the
pink head that it concealed.  I rubbed my thumb over the top of it.  He
smiled.

	I pulled my thumb up to my mouth and tasted the gob of precum that remained
there.  It was sweet.  It was amazingly rich with flavor, with his flavor.
I leant down into him and kissed his lips.  I went to his dick next and
licked the precum that flowed from his thick dick.  I put my lips around the
head of his dick.  I tried my best to go as far down as I could, but his
girth kept me from comfortably taking more than a couple of inches.  I'd
managed to work myself back up into a frenzy, a rock hard frenzy.  I felt
his dick throbbing.  It was time.  I stood up and walked to the bathroom.
When I returned, there was a large sized condom and enough lube to grease
the entire football team at the University.

	I sat down beside him on the bed again.  Like a pro, I opened the condom
package and rolled it over his dick.  I stroked his dick a few times within
the condom before applying copious amounts of lube to his condom ladened
shaft.  I wanted everything to be perfect for the first time I took a dick
inside me, especially one this large.  With my former lovers, I'd always
been the dominant one.  I'd always been the one who was forced to make the
decisions while the other person lay there, enjoying sensations that I was
only about to know of myself.  Without a word, I sat across his hips.  I
positioned myself ready to take him, all of him.  I leaned down and kissed
him, hoping that he wouldn't pick up on the fact that I was, from that
respect, a virgin.  I kissed him with passion, with lust as I positioned
myself on top of him.  I sat straight up as I held his dick straight, aiming
it at my throbbing sphincter.  I was relaxed.  Being in his arms, kissing
him, smelling him, knowing that we were making love all relaxed me.

	I felt the cold lube against my ass.  I sat down further onto him.  He
penetrated my barrier.  I was on fire.  Every part of my body hurt, and I
felt like I was going to die.  I began to cry.

	"Are you OK?" Tony asked.  I didn't answer him, only let him slide further
into me.  I tried to relax some more.  I thought that might help the pain of
him impaling me.  "Jake!  Are you OK?"

	"I'm fine."

	"You lie horribly.  Do we need to stop?"

	"No.  I don't want to stop," I said through heavy breathes.

	"I don't want to hurt you, Jake."

	"You won't.  Just give me a minute."

	"You sure?"  I nodded approval.  He lifted up a little bit and I fell onto
him, wrapping my arms around his neck.  I kissed him through the pain.  The
pain began to subside.  It wasn't completely gone, but it was bearable.

	Once I was ready, I began to move slowly up and down on his dick.  The
motion made things better; being in control made things better; seeing him
enjoying himself made things better.  I didn't worry about how I'd feel the
next morning.  I was beginning to get caught up.  My previous thoughts about
being able to relax and make no decisions were completely incorrect.  I was
in complete control; I loved it.  Together we leaned back down.  I kissed
him.  He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to move us so that I was
on my back.  We were still kissing as he used his knees to balance himself.
He pulled himself up and lifted my legs above his shoulders.  His saw the
muscles of his midsection move as he slowly pushed in and pulled out of me.

	His slow pulsing became quicker.  I saw beads of sweat drop down his chest
and roll down to his abs as they worked overtime to fuck me good.  It looked
as though he enjoyed control, as well.  He let go of my legs for a minute
and leaned in to kiss me.  Sweat dripped onto my chest from his.  I could
smell the lust on him.  It was a fragrant aroma.  He began to scream,
lifting back up to pump my ass with such rhythm.  I saw his muscles tensing.

	"I'm gonna cum Jake."  He pulled out of my ass and ripped the condom away,
just as if we were making a porn movie.  He quickly stroked his penis until
his body began to convulse.  He began to moan and breathe heavily as white
streams ran over my body.  My face, my chest, my tummy, my legs and the
sheets on my bed were covered with the man spunk he'd violently ejected from
his body.  As he drained the last of his cum from his body, he slumped down
where he was.

	"Jake.  THAT was amazing."  I smiled at my boyfriend as I wiped away a gob
of his cum from my face and put my finger into my mouth.  His cum tasted
heavenly.  He smiled back at me.

	"It was the most intense sex I've ever had," I answered honestly.

	"You were a champ, babe."

	"Thank you."

	"So why didn't you stop when it was hurting so bad?"

	"I looked into your eyes," I started, "and all I saw was love.  I wanted to
do it because I love you, and I could see that you love me.  I've never seen
that before."

	"What?"

	"I was in love with Adán, who was my first, but I never saw love in his
eyes.  When I ended things, I realized that I was just sex and money."

	"I'm so sorry, babe."

	"Don't apologize.  It's not your fault.  It's not your fault that he
started cheating on me or snorting lines of coke with his partners."

	"Oh God!"

	"But you don't have anything to worry about.  I was tested once a month for
a year after we broke up."

	"Cool."  He sat there silently looking at me for a minute as he caught his
breath completely.  "We need a shower.  Come on."

	I smiled and pulled myself off the bed, trying not to get more cum on the
bed than was already there.  I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and went
into the bathroom.  He'd already started some water and was getting it ready
for us.

	I rinsed the cum that hadn't dried off my body.  Tony climbed in after a
moment and began to whistle as he took my loofa and washed my back.  He
rubbed the loofa on my ass and down the back of my leg before having me turn
around and repeating up the front.  He rubbed the loofa around my limp cock,
playing with my balls and penis for a minute.

	"I'm sure you're not too dirty down there," he said as he finished.  He
started whistling again.  He stood completely and washed my chest.  He
slowed for a moment, almost as if he were thinking about something.  "It's
nice being in love, isn't it?"

	"Very nice!" I answered.  I lifted his chin for a second and looked into
his beautiful blue eyes.  "Especially with a man as wonderful as you."  I
kissed him deeply.

	"We need to swap places," he said after the kiss was broken.

	I repeated what he'd done to me, paying attention to his ass.  I pulled his
cheeks apart and washed down his crack, the inside of his thighs and toward
his ankles.  When he turned around, to my surprise, he was half hard again.
How could he have been horny again after the nut he'd just had?  I washed
off his dick with my hand, taking a few extra strokes.  His penis truly was
spectacular.  It was thick.  It was veiny.  And when it was hard, it the
biggest thing I'd ever seen.  I'd truly found the total package.

	"Nice," he whispered as I tugged on his uncut cock.  I stood up as he came
to full mast again.  "So show sex is always fun."

	I kissed his neck and wrapped my arms around his waist.  I ran my hands
lightly along his ass before squeezing them strongly.  "Jake?" he whispered.

	"Yes, babe."

	"I want you."

	"Again?"

	"Not that way," he whispered.  He was breathing heavily again.  "I want you
inside me."

	"Are you sure?"

	"Oh yeah!"

	I kissed him once more before I stepped out of the shower and briskly
walked into the bedroom for a condom and some lube.  I noticed that my dick
was now throbbing.  Since the first time I saw the man, I'd wanted him: not
only in a lustful way, but in a loving way as well.  By the time I returned,
he was slowly stroking himself.  "What took you so long?" he asked, smiling
at the joke.

	"I tripped over my dick."

	"It's so nice and big.  I can see how that could happen."  We chuckled for
a second as I climbed back into the shower.  He was against the wall, while
I was in the middle, letting the water splash on my back.  As I rolled the
condom over my throbbing erection, he grabbed the bottle of lube.  He
squeezed a little into his hand and made sure that his ass was nice and
greased.  He then stroked me for a second with the same hand, letting the
last of the lube cover the condom.  He squeezed a little more and again
rubbed my dick.  I pulled him into a long, hot, steamy kiss as the water
drizzled down over us.

	"Make love to me, Jake."

	"Yes sir," I said as I turned him around.  I put my dick up to the whole.

	"Put it in," he instructed as I slowly pushed into his ass.  It was tight.
I could tell that he didn't do this often.  "That's it baby."  I pushed a
little more.  "Just like that."  Inch by inch, I pushed into him.  I wrapped
my arms around his waist and felt the abs that he worked so hard for.  He
moaned as the last inch of my penis sneaked into his body.  "Fuck me, dude."

	"Anything you wish," I said, kissing his backbone.  He bent over a little
more so that I could get a good groove going.  I pulled out a little faster
than I'd pushed in.

	"This feels so good," he said between moans.  He used one hand to steady
himself against the wall and began stroking his cock with the other.  I
placed my hands on his hips to steady myself as I began to pick up speed.

	We fucked until the water turned cold, which hadn't happened the entire
time I'd lived here.  The heat from our intertwined bodies, though, made up
for the lack of heat in the water.  He lifted himself up a little bit and
began to breathe heavily.  "I'm gonna cum, Jake."

	"You go right ahead.  I'm almost there myself."

	"OH JAKE!"  His body began to convulse around me.  The muscles in his ass
began to squeeze around my dick as he shot his load against the wall of the
shower.  It quickly became too much for me.  I began to lose myself in the
moment and began to shoot my load into the condom.

	"FUCK!" I practically screamed as the condom filled with my jizz.  I slowed
my pace as the euphoria began to pass.  Before I pulled out I pumped two
more times to make sure that all the cum had come out of my dick.

	He turned and kissed me as soon as I left his body.  "That's why I like to
bottom," he said as he broke the kiss.  It was at that moment that we
realized the water had gotten unbearably cold.

	"And this is why I like to top," I said as I reached around to slap his
ass.  He smiled.  "OK.  So let's rinse off and get some sleep.  I really
need to cuddle after sex that good."

	"Nice."

	We rinsed off faster than I'd ever washed in my life and got out of the
shower.  With two towels, we dried each other off.  During the whole
process, we giggled like school girls.  We went into the bedroom, settling
in for the evening.  He lay on his back and put his hands around my
shoulders as I lay my head next to his shoulder.  "I love you, Jake," he
said as he reached around to kiss the top of my head goodnight.

	"I love you, too, Antonio."

	"I so can't believe you're taking me to Cuba for Christmas."

	"I can't believe you made that amazing portrait for me.  That is the best
gift I believe I've ever received," I said in my fake southern accent.  He
giggled.  I kissed his shoulders and then nestled into him for a pleasant
evening's rest.