Chapter 5 – Chapter 5

After golf the next day, we all headed to Magliano's for dinner. It was within walking distance of our hotel, so no one had to drive. Unlike the night before, Rob started this night with a Jack and Coke. He also finished the night with a Jack and Coke. I am not sure how many he had in between. I was too busy trying to drink all the Hendrix they had.

We staggered back to the hotel, our early morning tee time in definite jeopardy. The only way were going to make it was to drink as much water as we could and then go straight to sleep. Instead of doing that, though, the four of us headed to the hot tub with a dozen of the beers we had bought on the way home from the golf course earlier that day. We talked and laughed and drank and laughed and talked and laughed and drank. Rob was as loose as I had ever seen him, smiling broadly, and laughing from deep down. I sat across from him, soaking his ebullience in.

Too soon, the beers we had brought with us were gone. So, we headed back to the suite, having agreed we would bypass our first tee time and play only the afternoon round the next day. After Peter and John headed to their room, Rob grabbed four more beers and headed to ours.

"We do not have to be up tomorrow, so there's no reason not to continue the fun."

"I agree."

Rob opened two beers, put the other two on the table between the beds, and leaned back against his headboard. I took my beer and sat the same way on my bed. We finished our second beers just like that.

When Rob finished his, he stood up between the beds, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off. Next, he pulled his undershirt over his head, unbuttoned his jeans, and stepped out of them, pulling his socks off with his feet as he did. When he pulled his boxer briefs off, he stood in front of me, naked and hard. He had stared at me the entire time he stripped.

"Your turn."

I did not need to be told twice. I quickly stripped.

"Sit back on your bed."

I did as I was told. Rob climbed onto the bad, straddling me, his erect dick right in front of my face and dripping precum. I put my hands between his legs and, using his ass cheeks for leverage, pulled myself toward him, licked all the precum off his head that I could, and then took him in my mouth.

"Swallow it like you did before. I loved that."

I opened my throat and worked him into my gullet. His bush reeked of sweat and chlorine. I breathed it in and held it. Between that and the dick in my gullet, I started to float away. As I did, Rob sighed and started to fuck my face. His motion was slow and deliberate. As when he jacked off last night, he was going to make this last. I used his ass to control his strokes, and soon we were in a slow, methodical rhythm. When I looked up, I was surprised to see Rob staring down, watching.

"This is so fucking hot. I love the sight of my cock sliding in and out of your mouth."

I kept looking at him as I sucked him deeper and deeper.

"Oh, my God, that feels so fucking good."

Obviously, I could not respond. So, I signaled my agreement by driving his dick as far down my throat as I could and then clamping my throat around it as tightly as I could. Rob shuddered. When my throat loosened, he again started fucking my face, only now he was controlling the rhythm with his hands on my head. He quickened, his breath became ragged, and he pushed his dick as deep in my throat as he could and arched his back. As he did, my throat filled with cum. I swallowed and sucked load after load out of him before he fell forward over me, bracing himself with his arms. My head was now against his stomach, and he was on all fours. His dick remained hard, so I kept it in my mouth.

"Don't stop . . . don't stop . . . I think I am going to come again."

After a few strokes, he did, filling my mouth with another large load. I drank and drank as he shuddered. He collapsed onto me. He was covered in sweat. So was I.

He rolled off of me. I rolled with him, his dick still in my mouth. We lay like that as he went soft in my mouth. Finally, he sighed and exhaled a "Jesus Christ."

From his bush, I asked, "Did I move up the list?"

"After that, there is no more list. I have never had a multiple orgasm before. So . . . winner."

I was tired. I took Rob's soft dick back into my mouth. He reached his hand down into my hair. I thought he was going to pull me off, but he didn't. He just ran his fingers through my hair. I fell asleep while he did.

My Married Friend (Part Three)

When I awoke, it was morning, Rob was on his back beside me in bed, and my head was on his arm, with my face in his armpit. My dick was hard, and I had to pee. But, I did not want to give up my space. I loved the smell of sweat, sex, and chlorine that was trapped in that hairy space.

Rob awoke shortly after I did.

He pleaded, "Water. I need water."

"That's okay, I need to pee." I hopped up, shot to the bathroom, and tried to pee through my raging hard on. Once I had completed that difficult task, I returned to the room with water for Rob. When I sat it down on the table by the bed, I noticed there was a tube of lube on the table.

Rob took the water and drank it. Then, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto the bed next to him. He leaned into me.

"I want to fuck you. I haven't fucked anyone since you."

That had been months ago. "Not even your wife?"

"My wife tries her best not to fuck me."

"Can I kiss you?"

"My breath has got to be horrible."

"I don't care."

I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him. He tasted delicious. I put arm around him and rolled under him. I could feel his hard dick against my leg. It was coated with lube. With minimal adjustment, I had his hard, slippery dick below my balls where my legs meet. With my hands, I pushed him deep between my legs.

"Wow, that feels good," he said as he started sliding slowly between my clenched legs. I moved my hands back up to his head, holding it as we made out and he continued to irrumatio me.

I agreed. His thick, hard dick between my legs, in fact, felt good. So did our kiss, which deepened as I explored every recess in his mouth, and he explored every one in mine. Just as I struggled to catch my breath, he pulled his lips from mine.

"Wow," he offered.

"Wow is right," I offered back.

"What a kiss."

"Yes, what a kiss."

"I can't last much longer. Can I fuck you now?"

"You can," I said, as I spread my legs and raised them. When he tried to raise up, I clamped him back down to me with his arms. I did not want any space between us.

"No, like this," I said as I took him in my right hand and showed him to my opening. He adjusted his upper body a little, and then was pressing into me. I was resisting more than I expected, not having had any preparation. So, I grabbed the lube, smeared it all over my ass, took a handful of deep breaths, and then offered myself up to him.

"I'm ready."

He pressed down. I felt his bare head enter me with a jolt. As he tried to push the rest of his 7+ inches in, I arched my neck and inhaled deeply. He must have taken my action as an invitation, as he started kissing and sucking my neck as he drove himself all the way in.

I was not comfortable, so I reached up, grabbed my ankles, and pulled my legs toward my head. When I did, my ass opened, the tension released, and Rob's dick lengthened and filled me.

"Fuck me," I begged.

He did, very slowly to start. As he did, he kept kissing my neck and face and mouth. His dick and his stroke were perfect. I reached my arms around him. He hooked his arms under my shoulders. The length of our torsos were touching. He buried his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my ass and held perfectly still. I sucked his tongue and clenched his dick with my ass muscles. Slowly, I released both. His tongue danced in my mouth as his dick slid gently in and out of me. This was not fucking. This was making love.

Rob was a great lay. He fucked me slower and longer than I had ever been fucked. Every time I thought he was crossing the point of no return, he pulled back. Each time he restarted, he found my prostate and slid the length of his dick over it, slowly and smoothly. My entire body tingled. My hair was soaked with sweat. So was my body.

"I can't take this much longer," I said, fearing my legs would cramp before either of us came.

"I don't want this to end."

"Me, either, but I am not going to be able to hold this position. My legs are starting to ache."

He leaned into me for another long, deep kiss. When our lips parted, he stared directly into my eyes and started to pick up his pace. As his dick slid faster and faster over my prostate, my orgasm started to build in my lower abdomen. Neither of us could or would break eye contact. As we stared at each other, I could not delay any longer. I shuddered, arched my back, and came all over Rob's stomach. Before I finished, I felt his dick thicken in me. As he grunted, he arched his back, and filled my ass. I released my legs, and they dropped lifeless to the bed. My arms followed.

"Fucking hell," he said as his entire body shuddered. I was so spent, I could not move. He collapsed on top of me, his head beside mine. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I could not raise them. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, but I definitely could not raise them. I saw the clock out of the corner of my eye. If I was remotely correct, then Rob had fucked me for almost an hour. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally.

As my sweat started to dry, I got cold. "I'm cold."

"Me, too . . . . stay here," he said as he climbed off me and headed into the bathroom. I pulled the blankets over me as I heard him turn the shower on.

When he returned to the room, he pulled the covers off of me and picked me up by my knees and shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"Carrying you to the shower," he replied as he, in fact, carried me to the shower and lowered me into the warm water. He climbed in behind me, pulled the shower curtain, and rubbed my shoulders as the water ran over me. He shampooed my hair and then slowly washed my entire body, including the dried cum off my stomach and abdomen. As he washed my stomach, he kissed my chest. As he washed my sides, he kissed my armpits. As he washed my crotch and ass, he kissed my stomach. It was the most loving shower I had ever received.

I got hard. As he washed my legs and feet, my dick was right in front of his face. I did not say a word. He looked up at me, looked at my dick, and – to my surprise and delight – took it in his mouth. The sensation of the shower had me on edge, so I was only a few strokes from coming when he started. I could feel his thick tongue right under my head, rubbing my sweet spot.

"I am not going to last long," I warned. He kept sliding forward and backward. I tried to hold my orgasm off, but I could not. When I said "I'm coming," he pulled off and moved his head to the side. I grabbed my dick and finished what he had started, shooting my load against his shoulder and chest. When I finished, he stood up.

"Sorry, I do not think I am ready for that yet."

"That's okay," I said, my mind spinning around the word "yet." I then washed him just as lovingly as he had washed me, running my hands and mouth over every inch of his muscled, manly body. When I rubbed my hand through his ass crack, he smiled at me.

"Tonight, I want you to do that thing with your tongue again."

"Gladly," I said, wishing the golf was over and the night was here.