I sank down and sat directly on the shower pan; I leaned back into John’s furry chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. It just kept getting better and better.
Soon, the water cooled somewhat. We stood and quickly soaped up. My back scrub was quick as we ran out of the hot, steamy stream. John opted out of his scrub just as things turned icy. We shivered as we dried off.
“I’ve got some cute panties for you to wear,” said John. “They’re one of mine.”
“I don’t want to wear your panties,” I giggled.
“They’re just briefs. I opened a new package this morning. I’ve only worn one out of the package. I’ll give you a fresh one.”
“Good.”
“I didn’t take you for prissy.”
“Prissy? Because I don’t want to wear your smelly panties.”
He put his hands on my arms and pulled me close. “I’d wear yours.” He kissed me.
“I bet you wouldn’t wear my smelly ones.” I chuckled.
“No. But I’d take them so I could experience your man scent when you weren’t here with me.”
I reached down and touched his penis as I kissed him.
“Stand back. You’re dangerous. A touch like that and I lose control of my brain. And it’s time to eat.”
“That’s what I was about to do,” I smiled, maybe a little sheepishly.
“I meant… you’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” He gave me a playful swat on my behind.
“Not into that,” I told him.
“Too bad I don’t have any pink panties for you.”
“Yeah, I’m not into that either.”
“Well, fuck, boy,” he laughed. “What are you into?”
“You.”
He looked at me for a second; then he grabbed me and held me close again. “I’ve known you for just a day, and you’ve already made my life so much better.”
“Give me a week.” I smiled and bit my lower lip. In the back of my mind, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait a week before he had his dick in my hole. Hell, I wanted it within the first five minutes of meeting him. Just feeling him fill me as he looked at me with those beautiful eyes. Would he tell me that he loved me?
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’m just thinking about how handsome you are and how lucky I am that you came into the shop.” I cupped his left pec in my hand and rubbed my thumb across his nipple.
“Let’s go eat before I get emotional again.”
“You are a softie housed in a muscular, manly body, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you, Aaron.”
“Oooo, you’re so witty. But don’t worry, the fucking will come later.” I wiggled my eyebrows up and down. “Now, put some underwear on before I have your weenie with my mac and cheese.”
We slipped into some of the tiniest underwear I’d ever seen. They weren’t thongs, but the back just covered up our cracks. John knew how to cook bratwurst. They had this slight crunch on the outside while still being juicy on the inside without being overly juicy. The mac ‘n cheese was perfect. He didn’t overcook his noodles. Afterward, I pulled him to the couch. I ended up partially on my side with my back against the back cushions. John’s body was half on mine and half on the couch. His legs straddled my right leg. We kissed and humped and laughed.
At one point, John nodded off. His slow steady breathing was hypnotic. I felt myself getting drowsy. Moving to the couch after dinner was not a good plan. We should be exercising.
John startled awake, rolled slightly, and fell onto the floor. “Shit!”
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I guess I rolled off, or did you push me?”
I sat up and swung my legs to the floor. “I was just thinking that the couch wasn’t the best place for after dinner.” I slid on top of him. “The floor is safer for you, but I’d never push you away.” I kissed him on the lips, on the chin, on the chest, on the navel. I was about to move to the top of his underwear when two strong arms grabbed me and moved me back onto the couch.
In a seated position, I felt his fingers pull my underwear down. His mouth sucked my dick into it. There were more slurping noises this time. My dick stiffened. John was careful not to force my shaft in too far or too quickly. I leaned back. He sucked me slowly, applying pressure with his tongue at just the right points. He maintained a good seal and strong suction as he moved back and forth. I began to lift my ass in response to the sensations. My hands gripped the edge of the cushion; I squeezed them into fists. A guttural moan came from within me. He was bringing me close, and then he slowed his movement. I wanted to grab him and to fuck him, but he kept me at bay. He began to speed up again. This time I squealed, and he sped up. I grabbed the sofa with more force and I unloaded my cum into his mouth. He held it for a moment and then swallowed it. Neither of us moved for several moments, and then my dick spasmed and I released another load. He swallowed that too.
Cum dribbled from the corner of his mouth; he scooped it back into his mouth with his index finger. John continued to look at me. “Is it too soon to want more of you?”
“It’s not too soon to want. I wanted more when I first saw you. The question is when is it the right time to give?”
“I’m willing to give you everything right now, Aaron. It just feels right.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Then it is right.” I leaned back on the sofa and pulled my legs up and apart. My opening quivered in front of him. “I’m yours, John.”
His fingers grazed my hole. He leaned forward and allowed his saliva to drip down. The sensation made me shiver. I filled the palm of my hand with saliva and reached down to apply it to John’s erection. He began to finger my hole. I loved the way it felt, and it seemed even more special because it was John who was doing it. He smiled that sexy smile of his as he worked my opening. I gasped when two fingers went into me. “Are you OK, Baby?”
Fuck, he was so kind and gentle. “I’m great.” I felt the urge to have him inside me build, but I wanted to let him be in control. He began to rub his penis across my puckering hole as he moved his fingers deeper. In, out, rub. He pushed his head against me; I took a deep breath, and his head pushed past the first muscular ring.
“Yeah,” I said, barely audible.
He stretched forward and kissed me. I felt him pop past the second ring. He gasped as I squeezed down involuntarily.
I released my knees and moved my hands to his chest. I ran my fingers through the hair as he continued to penetrate me more deeply. When his ball tickled my taint, I gently squeezed his nipples. He began to move his member in and out of me. Little moaning sounds escaped from my mouth. John leaned forward again; I grasped his head and kissed him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and he sped up his pumping action. I knew this time was different; there was no pain, there was simply the feeling of a void as he pulled back and a burst of dizziness as he plunged in. I felt weightless as his shaft filled me and heavy as he retreated.
John began to grunt slightly. I could tell he was fucking me a little more forcefully. He lifted his head away from mine; our lips lost contact. “I’m falling in love with you,” he gasped as he pushed into me hard. His teeth clenched. I felt a change inside me. He pushed again and grunted, and he repeated it a third time.
Beads of sweat formed on his brow; his damp hair clung to his forehead. I pushed his hair back. Our eyes were locked together; his erection was deep in my belly. My lips trembled. “I’m falling, too.”
