James

Part 2

My heart was racing. I didn't know where to look. I was lying on my back on the bed, an aching bulge in my pants, while the young man who'd fuelled my every bate sessions these past months lay naked next to me, slowly jerking his perfect cock.

As his right hand settled into a slow & steady rhythm, James's breathing went deeper. His broad chest slowly rising & falling. His eyes closed.

This was the only cue I needed to carefully shift my body so that I could get a front-row seat to all the action. If James' dick was impressive soft, now that it was full it was something to behold. Easily 9", if not more. Thick, uncut, solid. The head a glistening deep purple. The veiny shaft visibly wet from the pre-cum acting as his only lube. I was in heaven.

He must have heard my shifting on the bed and without opening his eyes, without slowing his rhythm he said, "You gonna join me?"

Needing no further encouragement, without taking my eyes of his towering shaft, I undid my pants, pulled out my own 8" cock, lifted up my shirt and, gripping my wet girth tightly, matched him stroke for stroke.

My right arm touched his bare torso, still slightly damp from the shower and as it did, James opened his eyes and looked down at my huge, throbbing dick.

"Very nice," he said. "Very nice indeed."

He then closed his eyes, sighed deeply before attacking his angry cock with a renewed vigour.

I desperately wanted to touch him. I wanted to smell him. I needed him inside me but for some reason I just knew I had to take this all at his pace. Nice and slow.

Eager to get as close to him as I could, I turned on my side, pushing my pants down and pulling my shirt up, my heavy dick almost touching his skin as I jerked. Picking up our pace and always in perfect unison, our fists pumped harder. The heat from our bodies increasing, beads of sweat forming on his chest and arms. James pulled his left arm up behind his head as he mercilessly beat his meat, the musk from his pits, just inches from my face, intoxicating.

His breathing changed. His grip tightened. His balls slapped against his thighs and his hips thrust forward. James pushed his head forward and looking intently at his angry dick shot a powerful volley of cum. The first thick, white rope splashed across his belly and abdomen. The next arced over his torso before hitting his beard and running down his chin. A third left a line across his treasure trail, chest and left nipple, before trailing down the side of his chest and onto the sheets. The final shot, a massive pump of white, hot jizz, covering his face and neck.

Without opening his eyes, James laughed to himself before wiping the cum off his face with his right hand, relaxed deep into the mattress and let out a deep sigh of release and relief.

Propping himself up on his left elbow he turned to me and said, "Your turn."

I needed no other encouragement and, without taking my eyes from his -- his face so close to mine I could feel his breath -- pounded my meat harder than ever. Feeling my aching balls tighten as my essence made its way into my shaft, I groaned deeply.

As the ropes of cum shot from my throbbing dick, James turned his eyes to my groin, watching every load with seeming delight. Flat on my back, my hips bucked into the air, my cum covered my chest, my chin and shot over my head.

Utterly spent, I relaxed my whole body. Closed my eyes and tried to get my beating heart back under control.

"Nice load. Big load," James said before reaching down and grabbing a pair of black briefs which he used to mop up the vast pools of semen that had collected all over his body and face.

"Wow, I needed that," he said. "Let me grab you a towel so you can clean up."

And with that he swung his legs off the bed, went into the bathroom and returned giving me a small hand towel.

"Maybe you're gonna need a bigger towel," he joked, looking at the amount of cum covering my body and softening dick.

"You even came on my pillow!" he said, before adding, "No worries. Midnight feast!"

Without another word, James pulled on a pair of grey jogging bottoms, a tight-fitting black T-shirt and, walking out of the room said, "Fancy a beer?"

"Yeah. I'll be through in a minute," I said. "Just need to catch my breath."

James was already gone and so trying to get my head round what had just happened, I mopped up the cum as best I could and got dressed.

As I headed out of the room, I picked up the black briefs James had used to clean up his mess, stuffed them in my backpack that was by the door and went out to join him.