Chapter 5 – Chapter 5

Part Five

The room was bright, the sun bouncing off the water and into it. I rolled over to face Wardo, my anxiety about what had happened the night before quelled by the kiss to the back of my neck. I said good morning and moved my lips to his, testing whether sobriety would influence his response. Wardo kissed me back, briefly. I moved my lips back to his, and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He pulled back a little, but then slowly opened his mouth to mine. As we kissed, I moved my hand to his ass and pulled his hard dick to mine. Releasing his ass, I grabbed them, his dick on top of mine, and started slowly stroking them together. Wardo broke the kiss.

"I'm not sure about this," he said.

"I am," I insisted, kissing him again. His response confirmed, at least to me, that his diffidence was feigned. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. I stared back at him as I continued to work our dicks together. Our noses were touching, and our breath was mixed.

"I want you to fuck me again," I said.

The stroking had had the desired effect, breaking down whatever resistance might otherwise have been. Once you start a straight guy toward an orgasm, it's hard for them to back down.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I didn't enjoy the last time as much as I could have."

Wardo tried to move me onto my back.

"Not like that . . . . like this," I said as I moved him onto his back and hovered over him, bringing our dicks together again. I braced myself with my arms and lowered my lips to Wardo's. I kissed him as deeply as I could. Our tongues danced. I hoped Wardo would resume the stroking I had started, but he did not. He still had never touched my dick.

I moved to his neck. I smelled his armpit. I sucked his nipple. I licked his chest and his side. I tongued his navel. I covered his dick with my mouth. I had intended only to soak his dick so I could sit on it, but the thrill of again having Wardo in my mouth was too much. I flicked at his head and then swallowed him until my face was in his sweaty bush. I slowly worked his dick with my throat. I could tell from the twitching that he was enjoying being deep throated. I worked him until he panted "I'm getting close." I did not want him to come yet, so I pulled off and moved my mouth to where his groin met his thigh. He adjusted his hips and spread his legs wider. I pressed the issue, pushing his legs up, exposing his taint to my tongue. Cognizant of his reluctance from the night before, I decided not to give him a choice. I pushed his legs up a little farther and moved my tongue quickly to his asshole.

He tensed. "Hold on."

I ignored him, pushing his legs up a little farther and licking as deeply as I could. He remained tense, so I pulled back and whispered, "Just relax and enjoy this."

"I'm not sure I want you to do that."

"You do," I said as I resumed the rim job. After a bit, I suspected from the squirming that Wardo, in fact, wanted me to continue. The fact he grabbed his legs and pulled them to his chest confirmed my suspicion.

I loved eating ass, and I let him know it, both with my enthusiasm and my skill. I went at him as hard as I could. As he relaxed, I pushed my tongue into him. He moaned from his chest. I decided to go for the kill, bringing my hand to his hole and pressing a finger into him to the first knuckle. He was too far gone to stop me, so I pressed the rest of the way in as I moved my mouth back to his dick. As I swirled a finger in his ass, I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick again. As I felt his balls clench, I pushed a second finger into his ass. As I did, he bucked and filled my mouth with a load of thick cum. I eagerly swallowed it and then took him as deep into my gullet as I could. His dick twitched. He let go of his legs, arched his back, threw his head back, and grunted. I worked my fingers in his ass as I continued to work every drop I could out of his twitching dick. I was not going to stop until he could not take any more. He finally signaled he was there by pulling me off him.

I looked up at him, my fingers still in his ass. Sweat was pooled on his stomach, his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were arched. As I pulled my fingers out of his ass, he went limp. I licked sweat off his stomach and his chest. As he exhaled, I grabbed his legs under my arms and moved my dick to his ass. He opened his eyes wide, but he did not say anything. I stared into his eyes as I tried to enter him. When he opened his mouth, I pressed mine to his so he could not to tell me to "stop."

When I pulled my mouth off of his, I whispered, "Guide me in."

He touched my dick for the first time, using his right hand to direct me to his opening. I pressed my way in as slowly as I could. It took work, but I got all the way in and then held perfectly still. Wardo had winced a few times, but had not uttered a word of resistance. When I thought he was ready, I slowed pulled out. He moved his hands to my hips so he could control the rhythm. I let him dictate the pace as I slid back and forth. Overwhelmed by the events, I was not going to last long. I lowered my mouth to his as I felt my orgasm build in my balls. I sucked Wardo's tongue hard into my mouth as I erupted in his ass. I almost passed out from the pleasure of the orgasm. I broke out into a crisp sweat as I filled him. I kept sucking his tongue until I went limp, letting lose of his legs, slipping out of him, and collapsing onto his chest.

I was spent. But, Wardo had obviously enjoyed what had happened, I could feel his hard dick against my stomach.

I raised up, spit in my hand, and smeared as much of it as I could on his dick. Before he knew what I was doing, I moved over him and pressed myself down on him. I had been fucked a lot since Paris, so his entry was much easier and far more pleasurable. With one smooth glide, he was buried in me. I clenched his dick with my ass muscles as I rocked back and forth on it. I put my hands on his chest, both for leverage and because I loved the feel of his muscles.

I got hard as I rocked back and forth. I took my dick in my hand. Doing so, I lost some of my rhythm and leverage. To my surprise, Wardo said "let me do that" and took over. I put my hand back on his chest and matched my pace to his as he jacked me. We were staring into each other's eyes as our pace and breath quickened. We were in perfect rhythm, and I knew we were going to come together. It was not long before we did. I felt Wardo's dick expand in my ass as I shot an arc of cum over him and onto the headboard. Wardo grunted and raised his head as he came. My second shot hit him in the face, and the rest landed on his chest and stomach. I was exhausted as I lay on him, mixing my sweat and cum, catching my breath. He clamped his arms around me and held me and we just laid there, soaking each other in.

He broke the spell. "I need to clean my face."

I raised up and looked at him. My second shot was thinning and running down his cheek. Instinctively, I lowered my face and licked it off of him. He started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked, my head still next to his.

"I was thinking 'I think I just got my cherry popped' and Neil Diamond's 'Cherry Cherry' popped into my head, and it all just struck me as surreal and laughable. I mean, I just let a guy fuck me, for Chrissake."

"Not a guy," I said. "Your nap buddy." Then I started laughing, too.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked, hitting the "you."

"Because, I just took your cherry, and you're thinking of Neil Diamond, and it is surreal and laughable. You just let me fuck you."