Chapter 5 – Chapter 5

The 19th Hole

(Part Five)

Neither of us dressed before we fell asleep. When I woke up at 2:30, I needed water. Badly. I got up, walked to the kitchen, and got a glass for me and another for Michael. When I returned to the bedroom, Michael was awake.

Michael sat up in bed and drank his water. I stood by the bed and drank mine. As I look back, I am not sure if I was consciously flaunting my dick by standing there, but I could feel Michael's eyes on it.

When I climbed in to bed, Michael said "I want to blow you" and moved between my legs. His tongue moved from my navel to his dick, and he took it half hard into his mouth. I was trying not to think of where it had been earlier, especially now that Michael was working it with his mouth.

As I felt my orgasm grip my balls, Michael pulled his mouth off of me and started to kiss and lick his way up my torso. He had a feathery touch, and my ticklish body tingled as he worked his way up.

Just as I was afraid he was going to try to kiss me with my dick and his ass on his tongue, he stopped and said "take your dick in your right hand and hold it up."

I did as I was told. To my surprise, Michael pressed down on me. Once he was all the way down, he used his ass muscles to massage my dick. The sensation was overwhelming. It took all my concentration not to come.

Michael started slowly to ride my dick. Luckily, I was tired. If not, I'd have come almost immediately.

As Michael sped up, his dick started to slap my abdomen. I took Michael's dick in my right hand as he rode me. I could not help but look at it. It had to be 9 inches long and thick as bottle of beer. It couldn't have fit anywhere.

He came almost as soon as I touched him. The first volley hit me in the cheek. The second hit me in the neck. The third hit my chest.

I could feel Michael's orgasm in my dick. While I was annoyed at being sprayed with jizz, I was thrilled by the clenching of Michael's ass. When his third shot hit my chest, I filled him with my own load.

I was covered in cum and not sure what to do. Michael solved the problem. With me still inside him, he lowered himself and licked his cum off my cheek and off my neck. Then, he wiped the cum off my abdomen and chest. He held his hand out to me.

"Does it taste bad?"

"Have you never tasted your own cum?"

"No," I lied.

"Do you want to try it?"

"Do you mind if I don't?"

"Not at all."

Michael moved his hand to his mouth. I grabbed his wrist.

"I'll try it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."

I moved Michael's hand to my mouth and took his forefinger in my mouth. I tasted his cum. It was bitter from the asparagus, but not much different than mine.

When we were finished, we decided we should clean up. Michael suggested we shower together. That seemed too gay to me. "You go ahead. I'll wait."

"Isn't it still my birthday?"

I gave in. We shared shower. Michael lovingly washed me head to toe with his bare hands. As he did, I realized I was going to have to wash him back.

I had never touched a man's body other than my own. Michael's was firm and muscular. There was very little body fat. While his chest and stomach were hairy, his crotch and balls were not. They were slick and smooth. I cleaned every inch of him. I suspect it was a pretty clinical effort.

When we finished, we dried ourselves and dressed before climbing back into bed. I curled up on my left side, my back to Michael. Michael moved in behind me, wrapped his right arm around my chest, and pulled me back flush against him. I did not know what to think, but I knew I was too tired to figure it out.

In the middle of the night, Michael held my hand in his and squeezed it. I squeezed back.

When I awoke the next morning, Michael was, of course, gone.