10 comments/ 11756 views/ 13 favorites Chuck Ch. 02 By: Apolo1 Soon after Chuck left, I slipped into some sweatpants, a t-shirt, and seriously began to straighten my place up. I was on that good ol' proverbial Cloud 9 after my wonderful and unexpected night (and morning), and the butterflies in my stomach were giving me just the energy boost I needed. Within a few hours time, my living room was starting to come together the way I wanted it to. I broke down a mess of boxes and hauled them to the storage room, came back up and rearranged my bedroom into something presentable, and wiped down the kitchen and bathroom until they were spotless. I had just plopped down onto the couch (the couch) for a much needed break when the phone rang. A smile immediately formed on my face. "Hello?" I said. There was a loud vroom noise in the background followed by Chuck's voice. "You hear that?!" he yelled. "Yeah, what is that? Did you just buy a motorcycle or something?" "No, I wish. It's my car, I just picked it up." "Great! How's it running?" "Like new. Guess I should probably stop revving the engine then, huh?" "Probably," I said, nervously fiddling with a piece of string hanging from my t-shirt. "Listen, have you eaten yet?" "No, actually. I just finished cleaning up this pigsty a few minutes ago and was just about to flip the TV on." "Well, get dressed. I'll be at your place in an hour." "Ha! Where are we going?" I could feel my cheeks growing hot. "I was thinking we could go out to eat...maybe check out some of the sites you were telling me about earlier..." "Okay, I'm game," I said, sitting straight up. "I just need to grab a quick shower and get myself ready." "A shower, eh?" he said, rascally. "Mmm...that place brings back some good memories." "That it does..." I was as giddy as a schoolboy, and I was almost sure he could hear me smiling on the other end. "Okay, so I'll see you in an hour then." "Definitely. I'll be waiting." I hung up and darted to the bathroom, immediately catching my reflection in the mirror. I was glowing. Happy. I couldn't believe how my lovelife (and sexlife) had gone from drought to overflow in just under a day. I pinched my arm, just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. "Yep, it's real, alright," I said aloud. I moved to turn the shower on and paused when my eyes caught the spot where Chuck and I had made love just hours before. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, my mind wandering. I could still feel him inside of me...his arms wrapped around me...his kiss invading my mouth. I felt myself becoming hard, which quickly snapped me out of my stupor. If I was going to be ready when Chuck arrived, then I needed to get a move on. ** Chuck reached my place in just over an hour's time and I was ready and waiting for him when he knocked at the door. I had put on a pair of my good jeans, a short sleeved, button-down shirt, put some product in my hair and brushed it back into something presentable, and topped it all off with a squirt of Jo Malone's Nutmeg and Ginger behind each ear and on each wrist. I opened the door to find a fresh-shaved and beaming Chuck standing on the other side. His hair was still wet with mousse, and he was in a form-hugging white t-shirt, jeans and black boots. "Wow, look at you," I said, stepping aside to let him in. "Look at you," he said, grabbing me around the waste as I closed the door. He planted a wet kiss on my lips that made my knees buckle, and I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself. "I know it's corny and all, but...I missed you." "I missed you, too," I said through a grin. Chuck's eyes began to dart around the clean and orderly living room, a look of surprise crossing his face. "You did all this since earlier?" he asked. "Yep. For some reason, I had all this energy..." "I'm sure you did. You're not the only one. I managed to get a lot accomplished today, starting with getting my wheels back." "Man, I know that's a relief. I'm lost without my car." "Sometimes I think I'm too dependent on it, y'know?" We stood there and kissed a little while longer before Chuck spoke again. "So, I've got a question for you. Do you like steak?" "Are you kidding? What red-blooded, American boy doesn't?" "Good. I was thinking maybe we could check out this steakhouse I saw over on Route 5 earlier." "Woodson's? I've always wanted to check that place out. It's right out in the middle of farm country. Really secluded." "Well then, Woodson's it is." Before hitting the restaurant, I gave Chuck a mini-tour of downtown Dover and took him pass the town's best museums and shops. He drove this time, and I made myself comfortable in the passenger seat as I pointed out the hotel that houses the best casino in Delaware. He made me aware that he's not a betting man, and I told him I wasn't either, but that it was fun to sometimes sit and watch people get worked up over losing their money. We nabbed a table at Woodson's in no time, settling in to a secluded table by a large picture window in the back. Our view shown cornfields that stretched for miles behind the place, and we sat and talked until evening turned to dusk, doing little more than playing footsie underneath the table. Our waitress, a very sweet girl named Darlene, constantly made eyes at Chuck, and I found myself amused because he seemed completely oblivious to it. By the time we were ready to leave, night had fallen. Chuck and I placed our doggie bags inside his Toyota, deciding to take a stroll down a narrow gravel pathway that ran beside the restaurant. We stopped when we reached the back of the place--the large, wooden structure of the restaurant providing adequate privacy from the traffic on the road above. I leaned my back against the wall, and Chuck stood in front of me, placing his hand on the wall above my head. "Is it too forward of me to say that each moment with you just gets better and better?" he asked, grinning. The light from a nearby light fixture caught his smile, glinting off of his perfect teeth. "It's not forward at all. I feel the same way." The silhouetted blades of grass from the cornfield behind us swayed in the hot summer night's breeze. Chuck leaned in close and exhaled in my ear. The smell of his cologne invaded my nostrils and instantly sent the blood racing to my crotch, and my eyes rolled back as he began to place small kisses on the side of my neck. He began to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, and it was then that if felt the hardness of his manhood as he pressed his body against mine. "I need you..." he whispered. His hand went up and tugged at the back of my hair, making my head go back and allowing him full access to kiss my neck. I shivered as his tongue left trails of wetness on my skin, and closed my eyes tightly, not wanting the moment to end. I listened to the soft hum of traffic on the road in front of Woodson's as he spun me around so that my face was pressed against the wall. He reached around and put his hand all the way up my shirt until he found my nipple, squeezing it hard. I let out a grunt and pushed my ass against his cock, which was growing harder by the second inside his jeans. There was a low rumble of thunder in the sky just as he went to undo my belt buckle. He undid my jeans and put his hand down the front, squeezing my cock with tender pressure. With his free hand he went up to run his fingers through my hair, rubbing his face in it and moaning my name over and over. Before I knew it, Chuck had pulled my jeans down until they were to my knees, and continued to grind himself into my bare ass. I reached back and undid his belt and pants, and he helped me by pushing them down until they were midway down his legs. His cock popped out and slapped me on the ass, and I reached back and gripped it tightly. He grunted loudly in my ear, which made me tug at his cock even harder. "You're being a bad boy?" Chuck said breathlessly. "A naughty, bad boy..." "You like it?" I asked. "I love it." He began to rub his cock along the slit of my ass, bending me over so that it opened a little wider. I was aroused not only by him, but by the thought of us being in a public place. Although there wasn't a soul in sight, there was always the chance that someone could come down the same path we'd just taken and run right into us. Chuck stood behind me, and by now I was completely bent over with my hands pressed against with wall. I turned my face back to look at him as I ground my ass into his dick, teasing him and daring him to take me right there behind the restaurant. I flinched when he smacked my ass with his hard cock once. Twice. Three times. I closed my eyes and listened as he spit into his hand, and I knew what was coming next. He moved his body to align himself with mine, and just as I felt his throbbing head invade the opening of my asshole, another crackle of thunder broke the silence of the night. "Tell me you want it, Sam." he demanded. "I want it...please. Give it to me, Chuck. Give it--" Before I could get the words out, Chuck shoved his entire cock into my asshole with one thrust. I gasped and stood up straight, and he quickly eased me back down into a bent position again. His movements were quick from the beginning. With every thrust his breath came harder and faster, as did mine. My knees buckled as the tension from his invasion of me increased by the second, and I could hear and feel his balls slapping against my bare ass. "Oh, fuck, Sam...yeah...oh...f-fuck..." he moaned, pushing my shirt up and rubbing my back with his hand. I tried with all my might to suppress the scream welling up in my throat, but could no longer hold it in. "Uhhh!" I cried, and it seemed to make Chuck want to fuck me even harder. He lowered his body a bit more and began to pound me with an almost manic vengeance. I reached for my cock and began to stroke it, immediately feeling the precum which had begun to saturate the head. Chuck placed one of his fingers in my mouth and I began to bite down and suck on it with feverish intensity. Wisps of my hair fell in my face as Chuck pounded me. He grabbed a handful of it and pulled it back, forcing my head back with it. "I...can't...hold...it..." Chuck uttered as his grinding quickened. I reached back to put my hands on his hips in an effort to control his thrusting, but it was no use. He was driving himself into me harder than ever, mumbling incoherently as the overwhelming feeling of taking me from behind swept his entire body. I suddenly felt a droplet of water hit my bare back, and for a moment I thought it was Chuck's sweat. More droplets began to fall on my back, my head, my hands, and it was then that I realized it was beginning to rain. "Harder...harder!" I whispered as the rain came down and saturated our bodies. Chuck began to whimper and moan as if he was going to start crying, and I knew that he was about to explode. I didn't want him to cum before me, so I began to beat my cock at a rapid pace. The dirt beneath our feet was becoming mud as I pushed my ass back onto Chuck's dick, anxious for him to reach orgasm. My loins were on fire as I felt my own orgasm rising slowly in my thighs, and in my lower mid-section. I called out Chuck's name and jacked my cock--which was slippery with precum and water--a few more times before shooting a stream of cum onto the wooden wall of the restaurant. A crackle of thunder accompanied my second shot like clockwork, this one hitting the ground and dissipating into the mud. A third, weaker blast of cum trickled from the head of my dick and smeared onto my hand, and I could suddenly feel Chuck's thrusting becoming slower and more erratic. By now the rain was coming down in sheets. Chuck grabbed my hips and ground into me slowly three, deep times before pulling out with a scream that I was almost sure any passer-by would've heard. Along with the rain , I felt the first shot of Chuck's warm cum splash onto my naked back and drip down my side. A second blast shot out and hit me directly in the back of the head. I decided I wanted to see him squeeze the rest out, so I immediately turned to face him, dropping to my knees in the mud. His entire body tensed under pleasurable pressure as the third shot hit the front of my shirt. I rubbed it in with my hand, relishing the thick, slippery feel of it against my already soaked shirt. He began to slow his jerking, pointing his dick towards the ground to let the fourth and final explosion hit the mud. There, on my knees, I looked up at Chuck as he exhaled loudly and leaned backwards, arching his back. His weakened body wavered back and forth as he fought for composure, placing a hand on my shoulder to steady himself. We were soaking wet from the rain. His white t-shirt clung to him like plastic wrap--his erect nipples showing clear through the thin cotton material. My hair hung down in my eyes, and I wiped it back and took hold of Chuck's manhood, kissing it tenderly as it slowly softened back to a flaccid state. We were like this a good five minutes before the flash of a car's headlights snapped us to, and we immediately began to pull up and fasten our pants. Together, we made a mad dash towards the gravel path just as the car turned the corner and pulled up near the spot we'd just made love. I looked back and saw a man hop out of it and run towards the back door of Woodson's, relieved that we'd pulled ourselves together in the nick of time. The two of us laughed as we raced back up the hill. Chuck beat me to the car, immediately unlocking the doors so that we could both hop in. "We almost got caught back there!" I said, slamming the passenger side door. "Gotta love close calls," he said, trying to catch his breath. Raindrops were dripping from his hair, ears and chin. "Have you ever made love in the rain before tonight, Sam?" "No, have you?" "Once, when I was about eighteen." "So, you mean you just popped my 'fucking in the rain' cherry?" I asked jokingly. "Yeah, I guess I did. So tell me...was it good for you?" Just then a loud pop of thunder crashed, nearly startling us out of our seats. I looked over at Chuck and said, "Does that answer your question?" He nodded and moved in to kiss me, and I grabbed his head and kissed right back. The sound of the rain beating against the Toyota drowned out the world around us, and we embraced in the safety of Chuck's car, lost in one another. Lost in the moment. My Place Building 305-Apt. D Tonight at 8 Be There A broad smiled crossed my face as I read the words Chuck had scribbled onto a piece of paper and left in the crack of my apartment door. I had just arrived home from a rather hellish Monday at work, and seeing that note was just the thing I needed to put me in a good mood. It was three days since I'd first met Chuck, and everything still felt like a dream. We met on a Friday night, made passionate love in my apartment, woke up the next day to more of the same, and spent the rest of the day touring Dover, eating steak and making more love in the pouring rain. And to top it all off, I was in love. That Sunday was pretty hectic for both of us--him running errands here and there, and me preparing for a project at work the next day. So needless to say, when I got home that Monday I was more than ready for a little distraction. I slipped the note into my pocket and raced into my apartment to dial Chuck. What I got instead was his voicemail. "Hello, this is Charles. You know what to do"...BEEP! "Hey...it's me," I said, smiling into the phone. "Listen, I just got your note. So, I finally get to see your place, eh? Can't wait. I'm just getting in from work and it's about...five-thirty, so that gives me some time. I'm gonna do a few things over here before I head on over. See you soon." I hung up the phone and tried to quell the goofy smile that lit up my face, but to no avail. I walked over to the mirror on my living room wall and shook my head at my reflection. "You are in love, boy," I said aloud. "I don't know what you did to deserve this, but it's finally happening. Just don't screw it up." I watched myself in the mirror a few seconds longer before snapping out of it and getting myself ready. ** Dusk was settling when I slipped from my place and made my way across the street. I had just taken a shower, but the humidity in the air was already causing beads of sweat to form on my back as I walked. I went through the pine trees and saw his building immediately--a massive red brick structure with three floors and patios on the top and middle-floor apartments. I bounded up to the third floor, looked around until I found apartment D and knocked. "Right on time," Chuck said as he opened the door. "Come in." I stepped into the coolness of his living room and was impressed by its modern day male- coziness. The space was about as big as mine, and decorated with just enough knick-knacks and pictures to give it a welcoming, lived-in feel. Giant, chocolate-brown leather couches and a wooden coffee table furnished the living room, and the dining area contained a large glass table that was set with dinnerware and candles that had not yet been lit. "Very nice," I said, looking around. "Thank you. Remind me to give you the name of my decorator," he joked. "Come on back." Chuck was wearing a fitting black t-shirt and tan shorts, and I was relieved that I had decided to slip on something equally as casual (jeans and a t-shirt). The wonderful smell of roast chicken and sautéed vegetables filled my nose as I entered his kitchen. Chuck picked up a piece of carrot and began nibbling on it as he poured wine into two glasses. "Is red okay?" he asked. "Fine. Red wine actually goes to my head faster than white wine." "Well it's a good thing you're not driving." "Very good indeed," I laughed. "So, I was thinking all day at work today about what I could to get you over here," Chuck said. "And then it came to me. That old saying of a way to a man's heart is through his stomach." "Really, this is so great of you to do," I said, walking up behind him at the stove. I reached my arms around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. "But you already have my heart." He turned to face me and wrapped me in his arms, placing a kiss on my mouth. "Anyway, I would've come over here eventually, even if you didn't give me a written invitation." "I'm sure you would have," Chuck said. I kissed him back, delighted as I felt his tongue dance in the warmness of my mouth. I close my eyes and momentarily forgot where I was until the sound of sizzling and popping brought me back to Earth. "Oh, shit! The vegetables!" Chuck said, spinning around and grabbing a wooden spoon. He snatched the pan from the stove and quickly cut the burner. "Whew, I think we just avoided a disaster!" A plume of smoke rose from the pan but, fortunately, the veggies were unharmed. He sloshed them around a bit in the pan with the ease of a seasoned chef, and I stood behind him, marveling at just how perfect he was in the moment. "Is there anything you can't do, mister?" Chuck laughed and slightly blushed, saying, "Well I'm not too good at standing on my head." "Damn, and I so had plans for you to do just that..." "Well, maybe I could try. Now go on and have a seat at the table. I'll be in in a sec." Chuck playfully swat at my butt as I ran from the kitchen to the dining area. I noticed a box of matches and took the liberty of lighting the candles at the center of the table myself. The flickering light from the flames danced softly, casting warm shadows on the wall and giving a dreamy glow to the darkening room. Soon, Chuck emerged from the kitchen carrying two plates full of the meal he prepared. He set them down and took a seat across from me, offering me slices of chicken and a healthy scoop of vegetables and new potatoes. Chuck Ch. 02 "You know," I began. "In spite of the fact that today was a pretty crappy day at work, for some reason, I have not been able to stop smiling." "Really? Well then it must be going around because I found myself doing the exact same thing all day. What do you think it could be?" "Don't know. But whatever it is, it feels good." Chuck gave me a wink and raised the wine bottle to pour me another glass. "Now eat up," he said. "You're gonna need your strength." ** Chuck and I spent the next hour or so chatting it up over our wonderful candlelit dinner, which ended with a dessert of fresh strawberries soaked in cream. I was more than a little giddy from the wine, as my limbs were loose, and every other sentence that came out of my mouth was peppered with laughter. There was a point where I just looked down at the table, not saying anything, and Chuck spoke up. "I love it when you do that." "Do what?" "You kind of...I dunno...zone out. Like your mind is drifting off onto another plane. It's adorable." "Oh, God, I'm embarrassed," I said, laughing nervously. "Why?" "I don't know." I said, shaking my head and hiding my face in my hands. "Come here," he said. I walked around to his side of the table and he slid his chair out, nodding for me to sit in his lap. I did just that, settling down snuggly against a bulge that I could feel beginning to get hard. We were face to face, and he began to speak again. "I have been thinking about you every second since we last saw each other on Saturday night. Last night, when I was lying in that big bed back there, I could still feel you. Your skin. Your hair. I could still smell you. Taste you." He leaned in and gave me a slow tongue kiss, caressing the back of my head. When we came up for air, I said, "Well here's the real thing. Right here in your face. Does it match up to the memory?" "Oh, yeah. It more than matches up." We kissed again, and I could feel Chuck's cock jump underneath my ass. I began to slowly grind on his lap, reveling in the power and control that I had over him in the chair, and at knowledge that he was lost in my sweet little dose of torture. "You like that?" I asked, feeling his warm breath in my face. "Mmm hmm..." he said. He was smiling and his eyes were closed, and before long I could tell that he was sporting a full boner. I slowly raised up and stood next to him, looking down at the front of his shorts, which were fully tented. "What are you gonna do with that thing?" I asked facetiously. "You're about to find out." Chuck stood quickly and scooped me over his shoulder, making my already woozy head spin even more. I laughed as he carried me towards the back of the apartment and into his bedroom, which was lit only by a small lamp on his nightstand. He let go of me and I plopped down onto his unmade bed. Lying on my back, I swept my arms back and forth over the bed, relishing the coolness of the sheets on my skin. Chuck took his shirt off with one quick motion, and by the time he had moved to take off his shorts, I was already making quick work removing my clothes. We were naked in an instant, and both of our hard-ons were at full mast. Chuck lowered himself onto his bed and on top of me, quickly pinning my hands over my head. I lifted my head to kiss him, and he averted it. I caught on to his game immediately. He was teasing me. He wasn't going to let me have it that easily. He wanted me to work for it. I went to kiss him again, and he ducked the other way. I groaned in protest, and he put a finger over my mouth, all the while still holding my hands together with his one hand. "You want it?" he asked breathily. "Yes..." "I don't believe you." "Please, Chuck. I want it. I...I...want...you..." "You want it this much...?" he said, giving me a big, wet kiss in which his tongue bathed my mouth, lips and chin. "Or this much...?" He then began to lick and suck the side of my neck, and I shivered at the pleasurable shockwaves it sent throughout my entire body. My thoughts raced as Chuck moved to kneel in front of me on the bed. For a moment I wondered what he was going to do, and I soon found out. Before I knew it I was on my stomach and Chuck was raising the entire lower half of my body so that I was upside down with my ass in his face, and his stiff cock in mine. With my legs tightly wrapped around his neck, I balanced myself with my hands. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock in my face, and without hesitation I went in to swallow it, missing it on the first try. I went at it again, flicking my tongue so that I would be sure not to miss it this time. It slid in with ease and touched the back of my throat, and I fought the urge to gag by moving my head back and forth on the massive member, saturating it with my spit. Chuck groaned loudly, and I could feel his body quivering as he fought to keep a grip on me. I felt his tongue beginning to bath my open asshole, and emitted a moan that was muffled by his cock, which seemed to be growing in spite of the fact that it was already fully erect. Chuck lapped my asshole the way a dog would its water bowl, emitting guttural sounds of lust that I had not heard from him before. Simultaneously, we went at each other with manic force, his bed squeaking in delight underneath our efforts. I knew that he had to have me, and I wanted him to have me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. It had been a little more than 48 hours since he took me behind the restaurant, and 48 hours was too long. As if he was reading my mind, Chuck eased me down so that I was lying on my back again, this time with my head at the foot of the bed. He crawled over me and situated himself on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Lick my hand," he commanded. He placed his palm on my mouth and I ran my tongue over it, saturating it with my saliva. He then licked the same palm, mixing my spit with his, and reached down between our bodies to coat his dick with it. I closed my eyes and exhaled, bracing for what was to come next. Chuck entered me with one quick thrust, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I grabbed his back and pinched the flesh to steady myself, but could not get a good grip because he was already pounding me into the firmness of his mattress, fucking me with a force so hard that we both began to slide off the end of the bed. "Oh, Ch--Chuck...ohh!" I cried. His eyes and mouth were clamped tight as he worked me over, not even realizing that we were half off the edge of the bed. I clinched my ass in an effort to slow him down, and he opened his eyes and uttered, "Don't...close...up...let me...in...Sammy..." He must've realized we were hanging off the edge of the bed, because he quickly pulled me up and moved me to the top of the bed. I settled my head into his soft pillows and relaxed, waiting with my legs wide open for him to re-enter me. He teased my asshole a bit, causing it to involuntarily pucker. "Is that my dick?" I asked. "Yes, Sam. It's your dick. All yours." "I don't believe you," I said, throwing his own line back at him. "No?" he asked. I shook my head, and he bent down and said, "You asked for it." Before I blinked twice he had shoved his cock deep inside me again, and this time I couldn't suppress the scream. Chuck grabbed on to the head post and went to work, pounding me so hard that I felt as though I would lose consciousness. My head was spinning around in a web of love and lust. I could feel a film of sweat starting to form on his skin, and I licked it, savoring the taste it left in my mouth. I couldn't think straight, but one thing I knew was that I wanted to be one with him, and him to be one with me. I grabbed his hair and made him look at me. "Tell me you love me," I said. "I...l-love...you..." he whispered, barely able to get the words out. "And I love you, Charles. I want you to cum inside of me." Chuck let out a loud groan, as if my words had touched him somewhere deep inside. I wanted us to cum together, but knew that it would be next to impossible if it wasn't timed just right. I gripped his plump ass and squeezed it as he fucked me, knowing that it would help to get him off even faster. I could feel my own orgasm rising, so intense that I could almost feel it all the way down to my feet. Chuck was going at it like a veritable battering ram, and I knew that if he didn't cum soon then I certainly would. Just then he whispered in my ear, "You want me...to...blow inside of you?" "Yeah!" I screamed. "Fuck me! Come on!" I wasn't even stroking my cock, and I didn't need to. I knew that it would spit at any given second, whether or not I was jerking it. Chuck embraced me closely and quickened his movements. His breath was coming hard and fast in my ear, and I knew that this was it. I close my eyes and arched my back as the orgasm surged through my groin and up the shaft of my cock, shooting out between our bodies and onto my stomach. Just then Chuck's movements slowed, and his wispy breaths became shaky grunts. He called my name just as I felt the first surge of his cum shoot up into my rectum in a warm surge. I grabbed his ass and pressed him deeper into me, which prompted my own second explosion. "Y-yeah!" I cried, feeling the slickness of my cum saturate my mid-section and his. I gripped him tight and buried my face in his shoulder as his second load shot out and warmed my insides. I grabbed my dick to jerk out the last load, and Chuck thrusted one last shot of his jizz into me before we both collapsed in a heap of tangled sheets. He was still on top of me, and inside of me, and I wished that it could be just like this forever. The two of us caught our breath in the silence of his room, no longer drunk on wine, but on each other. ** "I think I'm pregnant," I said into the phone. "Well let me alert Ripley's Believe It or Not," Chuck joked. I was at work, and had managed to steal a minute away from my desk to call Chuck and let him know how I enjoyed his dinner invitation from the night before. "I had a great time last night," I said. "So did I," Chuck responded. "As a matter of fact, these past few days have just been..." "Incredible?" "Unbelievably so." "Kinda hard to top all the fun we've been having, eh?" I said. "It's been pretty unbeatable so far. Say, what time do you take your lunch break?" "Eleven-thirty. Sometimes twelve. Why?" "Well, I'm at my regular job right now, right in the heart of the city. How far are you from here?" "About fifteen minutes, tops. Just outside of town, near the University. It's a big brick building called Dobson Technical Corp. You thinking of paying me a visit?" "But of course," Chuck said, and I could hear it in his voice that he was smiling. "I come out on the side of the building. There's a lot there where you can park." "Good. It's a little after ten now. I'll be there at twelve on the dot." "Okay, see you then." I closed my cell phone and made my way down the hall to my desk, grinning from ear to ear. A co-worker of mine, Judy (or Nosey as I sometimes like to call her), spotted me and immediately noticed my expression. "What's that all about?" she asked. "What?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant. "The smiling. You just win the lottery or something?" "You could say that," I said. "Well if it's a big prize, don't hesitate to spread some of the wealth this way, if you know what I mean." I nodded, thinking there was no way I was sharing Chuck with anyone. This prize was all mine. ** When I exited the building I spotted Chuck immediately. He was at the far end of the parking lot, leaning against his car. I walked towards him, feeling as if it were a scene from some romantic film where everything was in slow motion and a cheesy soundtrack played in the background. He looked good--very good--in a light blue dress shirt and navy slacks, and his hair blew slightly in the warm breeze. "Right on time," I said as I approached him. "If I'm anything, it's prompt," he said. His smile melted my insides, as it always did. "You hungry?" "Mm-hm. Not for food, though." I leaned in and kissed him, and he responded by slipping his tongue, warm and wet, into my mouth. Suddenly I thought of Judy, nosy as she is, spying down on us from one of the windows on our floor, and I broke the kiss and grabbed Chuck by the hand. "Come with me." A small hill behind the parking lot led to a heavily wooded area, and I guided Chuck down it and through shrubbery and vines until we came upon a tiny, shaded circular opening. The grass was thick and soft there, and there was enough room for us to lay down and fully stretch out. We gazed at each other for a few seconds and, without a word, Chuck began to unbutton his shirt. It was off in no time, and as he went to undo his belt buckle, I pulled my shirt off over my head. We were a good ways into the woods, but the parking lot could still be seen through the thick shrubbery and tree branches. The idea of fucking behind the place that I worked was giving me an almost perverse thrill, and it made me want Chuck even more. In mere seconds were were both in our birthday suits, and we stood watching each other's growing members as a breeze brushed over our skin. I reached out and grabbed Chuck's stiff rod, and he let out a grunt and squeezed his eyes closed. "Is all this for me?" I asked devilishly. "All this and more," he responded. He moved in closer and took my free hand, placing it on his large, muscular right ass cheek. With his hand over mine as a guide, he ran my hand over the smooth, taut skin, and I could feel his ass muscles flexing at my touch. He leaned in and began to tongue the inside of my ear. The feel of his hot breath and rapid breathing sent me into orbit. I removed my right hand from his cock and let it clasp his other ass cheek, and began to squeeze his buttocks as hard as I could. "Yeahhh..." he cooed in my ear, which was now wet with his saliva. We were this way for several minutes when Chuck knelt in the grass and took my hips in his hands. He watched as my cock wobbled in front of his face, letting it narrowly miss his lips. It was the ultimate tease for both him and I, and I loved it, as torturous as it was. I looked over at our clothes in a heap on the ground, and the realness of the moment hit me like a ton of bricks. Chuck kissed and licked the head of my cock, taking it in his mouth just a bit and sucking on it as if it were a lemon. All this was beginning to be too much to bear, and I titled my head back and let out a low moan. Before I knew it, my entire cock was engulfed inside the warmth of Chuck's mouth. I looked down and grabbed a handful of his thick brown hair, guiding his head up and down my stiff and pulsating pole. After blowing me for a good five minutes, he took his mouth off of my cock and shot me a hungry look of pure lust. He spat on my dick and we both watched as it slowly dripped off, then he quickly took my cock in his mouth again, working it harder than before. My knees buckled as his warm mouth plunged me deeper into ecstacy, and it felt as if the entire lower-half of my body was becoming numb. "Oh...my...God...," I moaned. I took his head and forced it down until I could feel the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat, and watched as his gag reflexes caused his entire body to spasm. "You like that?" I whispered. He took his mouth from my cock, gasping to catch his breath. "I love it," he grunted, beating my spit-soaked cock with a ferociousness that almost made me shoot my load. Chuck backed away from me while still on his knees and fell back into the grass, throwing his legs high in the air. He began to finger his asshole with one hand while jerking his cock with another. "What's this?" I asked, pleasantly surprised at what was before my eyes. I never thought to ask Chuck if he was versatile, although the hungry way his ass took my finger that first night we made love should have been a sign. Being versatile myself, I knew that it was only a matter of time before I'd ask Chuck if he'd mind being flipped. "You want me to-" "Yes!" he said, cutting me off. I knelt down before him in the cool grass as he spread his ass even further, giving me full view as two of his fingers disappeared halfway into his hairy hole. My cock was still rock hard, and I readied it for entry into Chuck's manhole by giving it a few quick tugs. I bent over him, leaning my weight down and forcing his legs back until his knees touched his shoulders. His willingness to be so submissive was both shocking and titillating, and I was more than willing to take it wherever he wanted to go. I rubbed my cock on his ass until I found the hole, waiting before I plunged in. Chuck's eyes closed even tighter and he bit his bottom lip, and I knew that he was eagerly awaiting my next move. I got back on my knees and licked the palm of my hand a few times, coated my dick with it, then bent over Chuck's body again, easing myself into his tight asshole. He hissed and tensed his body immediately, and I reassured him that I would go slow by kissing him softly on the forehead. I waited a few seconds before going deeper, finally working myself all the way in after a minute or so. I closed my eyes and relished the grip that his sphincter had on my hard cock, and it was more than a struggle to keep from exploding inside him right then. I took it slowly at first, moving my hips back and forth, savoring the feeling of my rigid pole moving in and out of Chuck's asshole. The moment was surreal to say the least. At this point I was used to being submissive to him. But this time, I was on top. In charge. And I was loving the feeling of it. The look of absolute pleasure on his face encited me to go faster, and before long the sound of my flesh pounding into his filled the small space of the woods, and soon it was all that could be heard along with the sounds of nature itself. I lifted his head and gave him a deep kiss, and he delivered it right back by shoving his wet tongue deep into my mouth. He groaned, and I hastened my movements a little more. I let him relax his right leg while still keeping the left one firmly pressed back against his shoulder, and changed our positions a bit so that we were now partially on our sides. Just then a squirrel made its way out from the bushes and stopped when it got a load of us, and for a moment I was tempted to shoo it away. It must've sensed that its presence wasn't exactly wanted, because it was soon gone as fast as it came. Beads of perspiration started forming on my forehead and they began to drip onto Chuck's face. Our bodies became moist with sweat, intensifying the slapping noise my flesh made each time it made contact with his, and I picked up the pace even more. His ass felt like little slices of heaven as I moved my hips back and forth, and with each thrust I tried to go deeper and deeper. I grabbed the back of his hair and he opened his eyes and stared straight into mine. "Come on and fuck me harder with that big fucking dick," he whispered. His eyes were glazed over and rolled back into his head as I began to pound into him even harder. I fought to catch my breath, and cried out when his hands found my ass and squeezed as hard as they could. I resituated our bodies again, so that I was square on top of him with his legs firmly around my waist. The ground seem to swirl beneath us as my mind floated into a deep abyss of gratification. The grip that Chuck's legs had on my waist tightened, bringing me closer to him, and I began to thrust into him harder than ever, knowing that if he didn't come soon then I would. He began to hastily jerk his cock with one hand while pinching his excited nipple with the other, and with this came a loud moan that told me he was about to explode. Chuck Ch. 02 "Harder...faster...f-f-fuck y-yeah!!!" he cried. His body stiffened, and within seconds he let go of an explosive rope of cum that shot back and hit the grass about a foot away from us. A second load came almost immediately and went further, and I looked on in amazement as a third blast hit him square in the chin. He jerked himself to the last of his orgasm, which hit his chest and stomach, mixing with the sweat that had formed on his hairy torso. It felt so good inside of him that I was unable to speak. I didn't know if he wanted me to cum inside of him or not, but I could no longer hold it, and before I knew it I was letting go of my load while still inside of his warm, plump ass. With my second load I stiffened my body and pressed up against him, letting it go while my cock was fully submerged in his beefy butt. I began to shake as a third blast shot up inside of him, and when I was done I collapsed onto him, spent and fully satisfied. The minutes after we'd made love seemed to float by as we lay in that cool section of grass in the woods--our clothes in a bundle beside us on the ground and nothing but ourselves and the trees that surrounded us knowing what had just happened. I had already pulled out of him, and was laying in his arms with my head on his chest. "I must say, Sam, you are full of surprises today," Chuck said after a long period of silence. "I'm not the only one, mister. Let's just say I wasn't expecting you to open up for me." "I just felt like it was time, you know? I mean, I haven't bottomed much, but when I do it it's always with someone I..." "Love?" I finished. Chuck nodded, and I kissed him on the tip of his nose and then his mouth. "So...how was I?" "You mean this goofy grin on my face isn't letting you know?" he asked. "Well, judging by that goofy grin, I'd say I was a ten at best." "Umm...I'd say a nine..." he joked. "A nine? Surely you jest!" He began to laugh, and said, "I'm kidding, baby, I'm kidding. It was beyond a ten. Way beyond." I leaned in to kiss him again, and we let a bit more time go by before I decided I should head back to work. We collected ourselves and put our clothes back on, and Chuck let me leave the woods first so that I could get a good headstart back to the building before he reappeared. About halfway back, I turned to see him climbing the hill that led to where we were, and he waved and smiled as he opened his car door and got in. I waved back and kept moving, re-entering the building with a renewed energy and a tell-all smile on my face. 'To hell with the elevator,' I thought, opting to bound the back stairs to the fourth floor instead. Judy greeted me almost immediately as I opened the door to our floor, and I was a little less than surprised. "Well there you are!" she said. "I thought we were gonna go out for...wait...are you blushing?" "Wha--blushing--me? No way," I said, trying to put on my best poker face. "You're kinda red, are you sure you're not coming down with something?" "Nope. I've never felt better. Listen, I've gotta go before they start calling out the bunco squad on me," I said, beginning to make my way down the hall. "Oh, Sam!" Judy called out. "Yeah?" "You've got something in your hair, right behind your left ear." I reached up and ruffled the hair behind my ear, pulling out a piece of grass. "Thanks." "No prob," she said, turning and disappearing down the hall. I stood there for a few seconds, looking down at the blade of grass in my hand, and smiling inside as well as outside.