Our lovemaking session was just as beautiful as I'd hoped.
It happened right after we left the shop. We didn't even make it back to my place-- or to his, for that matter. We just made it as far as the forest, which was the closest place we could be alone. But it turned out to be just as well.
Chad and I laid in a secluded spot, buck naked, while we caressed each other's bodies. The trees around us swayed in the breeze, and the sun dabbled through the leaves. A bunch of plants were in bloom, which created spots of color around us, and a smattering of petals went drifting through the air.
Chad looked in my eyes as he ran his fingers across my face. Then he whispered: "You remember the last time we were here?"
"What do you mean?"
"It was right after I'd come out to my family," he said. "Remember how we drove out here, and we kissed by the side of the road...."
"Oh yeah," I said. "I almost forgot about that."
"I guess that's when we stopped just being fuck buddies. Wasn't it?"
"That's one way to put it--"
"I just remember how badly I wanted you right then. What I would've done to have sex with you that night...."
I swallowed. I'd pretty much felt the same way. "Well," I said, "we had a lot to deal with back then. It's probably a good thing we held off. At least a little bit."
"I guess," he said. He ran a hand down my spine, across my tailbone, and into my asscrack. "Of course, it's always better late than never...."
I gasped as I felt his fingers enter my hole. I knew we didn't have any lube with us, but then again, we didn't necessarily need it. I could think of any number of other ways to pleasure my man.
Chad seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He swung his body around, and without another word, he went down on my cock. Now he had me in a sixty-nine, with his dick right in front of my face. Of course I couldn't resist that temptation: I gave him a series of kisses, running my lips up and down his shaft, then took him in my mouth.
It felt so good to have him inside me again-- in either end-- between the hard but tender texture of his flesh, the musky taste of his skin, and the well-practiced movements of his muscles. But the sexiest, most important thing of all was the knowledge that he was all mine. I wanted this man more I'd ever wanted anything in my life. I was so wrapped up in him that I didn't even care that we were outdoors, in broad daylight, and anyone could've caught us. I just savored the moment.
Chad started picking up the pace. As he sucked me, he massaged my balls with one hand, and he kept teasing my pucker with the other. He was making me feel so good, I could only hope to return the favor. I wanted to say something, but my mouth was full too, and I didn't want to stop servicing him. I just let out a groan and tried to signal how I really felt.
Chad groaned too, quietly at first, then louder and louder. I felt his dick twitch against my lips, and I braced myself for what was coming next. Then, sure enough, his warm salty cum filled my mouth.
I drank from his tap like I was dying of thirst. I could feel his juices slide down my throat and go deep in my body-- which was really where they belonged. The sensation was so hot that it got me off too: pleasure cascaded through my body, my muscles tensed up, and I felt myself shoot in Chad's mouth.
"Mm!" was all he seemed able to say. He ran his tongue around my cockhead, which suddenly felt especially tingly. Then he took me deep into his throat, to the point that I could feel it contract when he swallowed.
"Oh yeah," I gasped as I took my mouth off his dick. I was still coming down from my high. I practically collapsed and lay flat on the ground. "Damn, I needed that."
Chad let off a chuckle. "Think of it this way," he said. "It's really just a preview of coming attractions."
We didn't want to go back to reality quite yet, but at the same time, we didn't want to get caught. We told ourselves we'd have plenty of alone time later, indoors. So we gathered up our clothes, which were scattered all over the ground. Then we dressed and headed back to the car.
We were just pulling up to my place when we saw Brody nearby. My first thought was to avoid him, but then I saw he was with my neighbor Hannah.
"Aw shit," I said.
Brody looked pretty drunk. We couldn't hear what he was saying, but he was clearly hitting on Hannah, and he seemed to be getting belligerent. She tried to push him away, but then Brody grabbed her arm.
"Fuck," Chad said. He and I opened our car doors just as Hannah broke free. Brody stumbled backward while she ran toward her apartment.
"You bitch!" Brody yelled after her. "Y-you... you think you can do better than me?"
"Dude!" Chad said. "Leave her alone!"
Brody turned to us. "What... what the fuck are you doing here?"
"That's none of your business."
"Yeah, well fuck you!" Brody yelled, then turned and staggered away.
Chad and I exchanged glances. We both tried to gauge what to do. Part of me wanted to report this, though Brody would probably claim we were out to get him or something.
"Wow," Chad said. "Didn't he do something like that to Kaylee?"
"From what I heard," I replied.
"Then who the hell is he to be filing complaints against the Kap Eps? He's pretty much the definition of sexual harassment."
"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you've got a dad with connections--"
"His karma's gonna catch up to him someday. It has to."
I shrugged. "I hope you're right," I replied. "Hopefully sooner rather than later."
We didn't want to let Brody to spoil our evening, so we did our best to put him out of our minds. Chad offered to take me to dinner, and he suggested going to Riedegost, but I didn't want to see my co-workers right then. So we went to an Italian place instead-- the kind of genuine article where real Italians ate-- and Chad ordered some nice wine. Then he did a toast to the days and months to come.
I assumed Chad would get a job to last him through the rest of the spring. He ended up getting some work as a personal trainer, but applying for an internship was almost a job in itself. Chad had started the process when he was in D.C., but it was a lot more competitive than we'd expected, and a lot of spots were already filled. Now he had to spend a huge amount of time writing essays, submitting transcripts, and filling out forms for background checks and stuff. Of course his connection to Seth didn't hurt, but he wasn't getting anything handed to him, for better or worse.
All the same, it was awesome having him back with me. His schedule was flexible enough that he could almost always accommodate mine. No matter how stressed I got with classes or whatever, I felt like I could always come home to him, which was a feeling I'd never really had before.
Then of course there was the sex. Oh fuck, I loved the sex! We drained each other's balls so much that our glands could barely keep up. And our toys got plenty of use: Chad dug the story of me fucking myself with his dildo, so he asked me to reenact the scene. And he was happy to return the favor, so he fucked himself with my dildo while I watched. Chad also loved getting beads up his ass, which I took fiendish delight in yanking out.
Of course the best toys of all were the ones we'd been born with. I'd gotten to be a real connoisseur of Chad's muscles, tendons, and ligaments, and the way he could use them to dominate me. I adored his perfectly-chiseled Adonis belt and the gorgeous package it led to. Then of course there was the feeling of his fuck stick up my ass. Not to mention his big meaty glutes, and the tight tender hole in between, which could squeeze my manhood just the way I liked it. Fuck!
