Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

I fucked him anyway, holding his hips as I slid in and out of his rectum, which was almost as silky as his mouth. I felt like I was in a fevered dream, watching my dick slide in and out. It felt ethereal.

It's hard to fuck someone quietly, but that's exactly what I did. To do that, I had to go slowly. I had to avoid the telltale slapping of hips against ass.

I lasted longer than I expected, my orgasm drifting toward me, not rushing.

I wanted to cum inside of him, to feel his silkiness around me as I released.

I didn't. At literally the last second, I pulled out and came all over his lower back, shooting streak after streak along his spine. I was surprised by the distance (I don't normally squirt) and volume.

I could not believe what had just happened. I'm normally in control of everything, but in that shower, I was in control of nothing. I was doing things I never thought I'd do, with someone I barely knew.

"You came so much," Sean said, standing and smiling.

"So much," I answered.

Sean turned around and sat on the small wooden bench, his eyes wide and wild. He reached behind, ran his hand through my cum, and coated his dick with it.

As soon as he did, I was on my knees. My belt clambered, and we both winced. "Oh my God," he said, "you're going to eat your cum off my dick."

I am normally pretty hidebound, but that is exactly what I did. It was both nasty and transcendent.

I wanted Sean to cum in my mouth. I wanted him to put his load inside me, like I had wanted to put my load inside him.

Sean had other ideas. He pushed my head to his balls, coated his dick with shower gel, said "no more sucking," and started jerking off.

I wanted to watch, so I stood up. He still had my sunglasses on. He handed them back to me, and I put them on. He whispered that I should pull my underwear up, and I did.

"Play with yourself," he hissed.

I did, first through my underwear, then in my underwear. "That's so hot," he said, continuing to stroke himself.

I slid my free hand into my crack and started finger fucking myself. To my disbelief, I removed that finger and slowly sucked it in and out of my mouth. Sean stared at me wickedly as I did.

"Turn around," he said.

I did. He stood, pulled my underwear down in the back, soaped his finger, and slid it into me. His finger lit a fire inside me.

"So tight," he whispered in my ear. "I really want to fuck you."

I decided to let him try. I put my hands on the door and leaned forward, giving my ass to him. He pushed his bare dick in, and I started taking it.

I was again on fire, but this time it was from the shower gel that he was using as lube. It was burning me from the inside out.

I pulled off his dick. I turned around, kissed him, and explained that I really wanted him to fuck me, but that the soap was an issue.

We kissed back to the bench, Sean sat down, and I went back down between his legs. I didn't give a shit about the gel. I removed as much as I could with my hand and then went back down on him.

Despite the need to be quiet, I slurped up and down his curved dick, my left hand around him and twisting, my right hand cradling his shaved scrotum.

I could tell from Sean's breathing that he was getting close, so I tightened my grip and the suction. I raised my eyes and looked into Sean's from above my sunglasses. He was looking right back at me, his brown eyes cunning.

"Cum for me," I said with my eyes. "Cum for me."

He did, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow. Cum ran out of my mouth and down his shaft as I gulped down what I could.

"How is this possible?" I wondered. His cum was as sweet as his precum.

I stood up, pulled up my underwear and shorts, and told Sean to shower. "You have so much cum on your back."

I was at my locker when Sean came out, towel around his neck, his body bare and wet.

"Cover up," I said.

"It's a locker room," he answered.

My locker was in a corner, but the locker room was still trafficked.

"Dry me," he said, handing me the towel.

He seemed hellbent on getting caught.

I couldn't help myself. I would likely never see him again, and I didn't want the fevered dream to end. So, I took the towel and dried him, stopping periodically to kiss him. I didn't want to stop kissing him.

I watched him dress, his pink shirt stealing his armpit and chest hair, his shorts then stealing his dick and balls. For some reason, he tucked his shirt under his balls.

I walked Sean to his car. "I really want to kiss you good-bye," he said. But, he knew he couldn't. We were in a populated parking lot. I smiled at him, telling him what he knew.

"I really like you," he said.

"I really like you," I answered.

"Next time, I want you in a bed," he said.

I walked backward toward my car, watching him leave, thrilled at the the promise of "next time."