Part 2 of "Just a Little Cream"
Did you want a cup of coffee when I entered your house?
A bit of cream, was your answer.
A small amount? I questioned.
I observed your eyes closely. I had taken a small Xanax and felt more daring. This might be our fifth encounter.
Considerably more, you smirked.
You reached out and squeezed me through my jeans. I pushed you towards me.
Would it be unusual if I kissed you? I inquired.
What? you asked. Like a homosexual?
We chuckled and you kissed me. I noticed your full lips. Then we began kissing passionately. I kissed your neck and shoulder. The thin tuft of hair at the top of your button-up shirt.
Where's your spouse and children? You enquired.
A day trip to visit your mother, I replied. Let's proceed to the bedroom.
Amazing, you said as we ascended the stairs. What's causing this in you?
You, I reiterated.
In the room, I undid your trousers, and you removed them. We removed our clothing and I positioned you back on the bed. I lay lengthwise on top of you, holding your penis while rubbing it against mine. I kissed you as we rub against each other. My testicles resting and rubbing against yours.
I attained a fluid from the nightstand, lubed you up, and then myself.
I can't stop thinking about this since the last time, I disclosed. Our cocks united.
I kissed you on the mouth, neck, and shoulder, him kissing our penises together. Our cocks moving in unison.
Oh God, he gasped.
Are you alright?
I'm about to ejaculate, he informed me.
Should we postpone?
No, he replied. I need to be on top.
We changed positions, reapplied the lubricant. This time, I was holding us, while he was thrusting. I closed my eyes and felt the sphincter relax. No penetration, but I imagined this as a woman, receiving and giving pleasure.
I might jizz, he warned.
Be prepared.
He pushed inside me, breathed in deeply, and I began moaning. He buried his head in my neck and soon I could feel his liquid warm my belly and collect in a puddle. I pulled him onto me, my face burying in his neck. I felt his cock soften but now there was semen covering my hand, cock, and belly.
I ejaculated. My cum combined with his.
He lay on top of me, catching his breath before eventually rolling off.
Damn, he said. Sexually hot. I appreciated your assertiveness.
I touched the pool of semen on my belly, and he brought my hand to his mouth, licking it and swallowing. I leaned over and kissed him.
We laid there, basking in the afterglow, sleeping for a long afternoon nap.
I awoke about an hour later to find my penis in his mouth.
Mmmm, I moaned, half asleep.
I sensed him licking my balls.
I looked down and he was smiling up at me.
I have a sex drive, he said. Want to make you cum again?
I don't think so, I assured him, half truthfully.
He retrieved the lubricant bottle from the nightstand and squirted some on his finger. He returned to stroking my penis while licking my scrotum. He pushed his finger against my anus, causing it to open. His finger slipped inside me.
You're like a three-ring circus down there, I entranced.
You're right, he responded. I was attempting this technique when we first met.
I looked at my watch.
Oh no, I remarked. My wife is returning home.
It's fine, he said. May we meet again next week?
I'm not sure.
Come to my place... he suggested on Wednesday. Call in sick?
I agreed.
My wife will provide us with space, he added.
He leaned in for another kiss, got up, and slipped back into his clothes. "Go ahead," he said.
I observed as he left, then headed back to the bed. I braced myself for what was about to happen... Was I prepared for this?
After tidying up the room, I lay back down.
I typed a quick message on my phone: "Looking forward to seeing you on Wednesday..."
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