1 comments/ 170186 views/ 3 favorites Borderline Ch. 01 By: velvetpie * * * * * Click Here to listen. (4 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I hadn't seen Chris in years. Last time I'd seen him, he was a nearly three hundred pound linebacker, heading off to college while I stayed in Biloxi, toiling my youth away in my father's manufacturing company. I married, later found out that I was gay and divorced amicably. Sharon said that she'd had an inkling that I was queer but she wanted me to figure things out for myself. When I did, we remained the closest of friends, choosing to stay in the same home and share our lives with our various other partners. Lately, I'd been on my longest dateless streak and the call from Chris had my brain wrapped around the perfect biceps that I remembered and my fingers ached to stroke his perfect six pack. We agreed to meet at his hotel's bar and he was nursing a Miller Lite when I arrived. He gave me a long, silent hug, then ordered a Captain Jack and Coke for me. "Long time no see, stranger. How have you been?" The Chris sitting across from me was markedly different from the one I'd known. He seemed dark and moody, changed by what he'd seen in the world. "Paul, are you still gay?" "Uh, yeah, Chris. The only thing that's changed about me has been my hair line." He didn't even smile at my lame joke. The old Chris would have. "I need to ask you a favor." "Sure. Just ask." "I need you to help me find out if I'm gay." "You need me to ... " I stopped and stared at him. "Chris, are you serious?" He shook his head, unable to make eye contact with me. "Yes." "Why?" "Do I have to explain myself to you, Paul? I thought you'd understand ... " "I do understand, Chris. It's just ... I've never heard you say anything about being gay before." "I didn't say that I was!" He snapped, then took a deep breath, rapidly downing his beer and signaling for another. "I just ... I just need to know." "Well, I don't know what to tell you because there isn't really a test, per se." "I want you to have sex with me." "What's that going to prove?" "That I either like cock or I don't." I stared at him for a minute, wondering where the hell this was coming from. "Order us a bottle of Jack and some Cokes and have them send it up to your room." I slid off the stool and gathered my jacket, heading for the elevator. I stopped when I noticed that he hadn't moved. "Are you coming?" Chris placed the order and we headed upstairs. His suite was huge and opulent, the direct opposite of Chris who seemed lost and detached. I tossed my jacket on the chair and kicked my shoes off. "Get comfortable. I won't do anything till the booze comes." Chris dropped his boots in the corner and flicked the TV on, flipping through the channels until he found the news. Room service arrived a few seconds later and I poured us two stiff drinks, joining him on the bed. "Now, talk to me. Tell me what's behind all this." I waited for him to speak and was quite amazed when he poured out a tale of having confusing feelings about his teammates. The questions began in high school and he'd pushed them away, ignoring them and hoping that they would disappear with his maturation. When they didn't, he began to seek out texts in the library concerning homosexual feelings to try to understand what was going on in his head. But books didn't help and staying away from handsome men didn't solve the problem of the feelings running rampant through him. So he'd decided to seek me out, the only person he knew that was gay and could possibly help him but he had no idea what to do. "And you think making love to me will answer your questions?" He thought about my question and shrugged. "I don't know, Paul." "Well, why don't we start with the basics? After all, you don't learn to swim by jumping in the deep end." I set my drink down and leaned over, kissing his mouth. He jerked away, his eyes filled with equal parts fear, confusion and anger. "What the hell are you doing?" "Kissing you, you jerk, or at least trying to. When I have sex, I don't just stick my dick in someone's ass. Homosexuals enjoy foreplay, too." "I never thought of that." Chris set his own drink down and faced me with a deep breath. "Okay. Let's try that again." Borderline Ch. 02 * * * * * Click Here to listen. (5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I leaned in again, this time letting my hand brush his cheek and slide into his thick hair before my lips touched his. At first, he was stiff but he loosened up enough to press his mouth against me. I pulled back and gazed into his eyes, trying to see what was going on but his eyes didn't hold mine for long. They flicked back down to my mouth and in a moment, he was kissing me this time. A shiver of thrill raced through me as his arm came around me, pulling me closer and he tilted his head, fitting our mouths together. When I moaned, he jerked back, looking down into my face. "Are you okay?" "I was absolutely fine until you stopped." "Oh." He grinned. "I thought I was hurting you." "Not at all." "Well, then ... " He swooped down, capturing my mouth in a hot kiss that had every inch of my body tingling with desire. I took a risk and slid my tongue along the seam of our mouths, moaning even deeper when his lips opened and his tongue shyly met mine. The innocence in his kiss was so intoxicating that I found myself floating in his embrace, letting him press me back onto the mattress and plunder my mouth. When he pulled back, looking down at me, we were both breathing heavily. "How was that?" "Spectacular." I whispered, wanting him to repeat the action but he released me and grabbed his drink, tossing it down. I sat up on one elbow, watching him. "You're a cock tease." "What?" "How else could you have kissed me like that, then left me hanging?" When he looked at me, I saw the beginning of confidence building in his eyes. "I was that good?" "Good? You were fucking fantastic!" "Really? You aren't just saying that, are you?" I reached out and touched his back, following the line of his spine. "If you felt my cock, you'd know I wasn't just saying that." "Well, maybe I should feel it." I lay on my back, unzipping my pants and casually reached inside, pulling my cock free but leaving it inside my pants. "Go ahead. Help yourself." The look of lust in Chris's eyes was heady. I closed my eyes as he bent to take my mouth again, clutching his shoulders and shivering when the weight of his hand came to rest on the open fly of my pants. As his tongue again found its way into my mouth, his fingers pushed the fabric aside and found my hard cock. The air flew out of my lungs as he gently, blindly examined my rod, making me moan in absolute delight. All the fantasies I'd ever had about him were coming to life and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. "It's wet." I barely had enough breath in my lungs to wheeze out the fact that it was his fault. I was so turned on that the pre-cum just didn't stop. He shook free of my hands and pulled my belt open, pulling the pants aside and exposing my prick. For a moment, I could barely breathe, watching the expression on his face as he examined my meat. And then, "It's beautiful." His head bent and he gave my cock a small kiss, right on my weeping piss-hole and I jerked, sighing at the same time. "Did that hurt?" "Not at all. It felt very good." "But you jerked." "I didn't expect you to do that." A wily grin formed on his face and he bent again, giving my cock head another kiss but this time, prolonging it. I breathlessly moaned, quivering at the heat of his lips as they lingered against my flesh, breathlessly wishing for more. He kissed once more and then again, each kiss becoming longer and more tender until finally, he allowed his mouth to open just a bit. Tingles sped through me as he teased me, letting the head brush his open lips and flicking his tongue into my dribbling pee hole. I moaned, gripping the bed sheets tightly and gritted my teeth in sheer frustration. "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Oh, God, Chris, you have no idea." "I hope you intend to return the favor." With those words, he bent again, his eyes never leaving mine until the entire length of my cock was in his mouth and down his throat. The feeling was incredible and I fought not to blow my load right away. I wanted this to be a learning experience for him, not a blow job session for me. But Chris had something different in mind. He added his hand to the base of my root, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and mimicking the actions of his lips. Slowly, up and down, his hand stroked me, his lips suctioning over the bumpy head and veined shaft, driving me closer and closer to the edge. "Chris ... " I fought to speak to my friend but I couldn't. Everything froze in my chest as I suddenly tripped. My body jerked as my cock spewed ropes of cum into his hot mouth and it took me several minutes before I could sort out my feelings, the chief one being embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I tried to tell you ... " His mouth covered mine and I whimpered as he shared my load with me. Our tongues met through the salty-sweet cum and we swallowed thickly, parting only to come together again. I was still overwhelmed by the fact that I was making out with him but my body was burning with the need to have him inside me. But first things first. "Your turn." I said. Borderline Ch. 03 * * * * * Click Here to listen. (4.5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I think the tone of my voice was what made him stop and stare at me. He'd always seen me as Paul, the steadfast friend but he'd never experienced Paul, the lover. I was different as we all are once we're in the zone and I was definitely there. I watched his look of confidence erode into fear and I hesitated, reminding myself that Chris wasn't a normal date. He was as uncomfortable with himself as he was with me and it was up to me to put him at ease and to make this experience enjoyable for him. I casually stood and fixed a drink for myself, pouring one for him also and pretended that I didn't notice him staring at my half-hard and still dribbling cock. "I'm going to take a shower. Want to join me?" "Naw. I'm okay. I'll wait for you." "Suit yourself." I guzzled half of my drink and set the glass down on the counter, padding toward the bathroom and dropping my shirt along the way. I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and stepped under the cleansing jets, hoping that my plan would work. Five minutes later, I knew it had when I heard the glass door scrape open. I kept my back to Chris, pretending not to notice his entrance and only stopped soaping my chest when his hand closed over mine and his naked body pressed against my back. "I'll scrub your back." "Okay." I answered his whisper with my whisper and relinquished the bar of soap, sighing as his big hands rubbed my back, creating suds. He made sure that every inch of my back and shoulders were clean, then much to my joy, he let his soapy hands travel down, measuring my ass cheeks in his palms. "You've got a nice ass." "Thank you." I gasped as his thick index finger traveled down my crack, teasing my ass hole. I pressed back into him and he chuckled lightly in my ear. "I thought you were the pitcher." It took me a few seconds to figure out that he meant he thought I was a top. I was but not exclusively. "I catch, too." His hand disappeared and I moaned aloud at the feel of the fat head of his cock now riding my crack. "Would you catch if I pitched?" "Yes." I held my breath as he pulled my cheeks apart with his thumbs and rubbed the head right against my hole. A violent shiver moved through me and my half-flaccid cock came to life, tingling with excitement. He abruptly released me and I turned around to face him, letting my eyes take in the muscular beauty of his form and the six inch cock that jutted from a patch of dark blond hair. His cock may have lacked for inches but it was at least a good inch-and-a-half thick. Chris looked at me with a grin. "I call it my fireplug." "And well you should." I found myself dropping to my knees in front of him, my mouth suddenly watering. "Let me see if I can get any water out of it." I knew that it would be difficult to deep throat him but I'd underestimated his girth. I started out by licking the fat head, enjoying the taste of his cum and reveling in the difference in our tastes. Chris leaned back against the wall and groaned, laying his head back as my tongue lapped the sensitive underside of his cock and my lips followed. Five minutes later, I was sucking the head into my mouth, wildly flicking my tongue wherever I could find skin. He shivered and pressed his cock forward into my mouth, making me gag a few times but giving me the opportunity to push him away if I wanted. I didn't want to. Gradually, my jaw muscles relaxed and I was able to take more of him in my mouth, holding him back when the head butted up against my uvula. He looked down at me, his eyes questioning and I raised my hands, taking his and placing them at the sides of my head. He got the hint and began to fuck my mouth, keeping his thrusts shallow at first. His lemony taste bathed the back of my tongue and I just swallowed in complete bliss, letting him control the action. I knew he was close when he rammed deeper and I was glad that he popped a short time after that because I don't think I could have survived much more. His cum flooded my mouth and oozed from between my lips, quickly washed away by the water. He pulled back immediately, holding his tool and aiming the remaining three spurts into my open mouth with a huge grin on his face. "I can't believe you did that. No one's even taken me like that before." "Oh, so you've done it with someone else?" He shook his head, trying to draw in a deep breath. "I tried but I scared him away." "Well, if I didn't know you, that fireplug of yours would certainly scare me away." He pulled me close and gave me a deep, loving kiss, planting little kisses along the line of my sore jaw. "I hope I haven't scared you away." "Not yet." I trembled as his hands rinsed the soap and semen from my skin, handling me like a precious piece of porcelain. "Not yet." Borderline Ch. 04 * * * * * Click Here to listen. (3.5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * When we stepped from the shower, I was still trembling from the gentle washing I'd received from his hands. He had insisted on washing me and I couldn't say no when I say that tiny bar of soap sudsing in his big hands. He had me face the back wall and moved behind me, his lips nibbling my neck and shoulders as he scrubbed my chest, taking extra time to rub my nipples and make me weak with need. His hands moved downward, sliding across my stomach and into my patch where he gave me a couple of teasing strokes before moving on. I tensed, waiting for his next touch and was not disappointed to feel his hands on my ass, gently kneading while his lips moved from cheek to cheek. He continued his exploration by running his hands down the back of my legs, then turning me around to soap the front. I realized that my cock was at his eye level and hoped that he would pay it some attention but all he did was give it a simple kiss, then stood, pressing his body against mine as he put his arms around me and took my ass cheeks in his hands. "There's one place where I have to make absolutely certain that you're clean." His hands pulled my cheeks apart and the fingers of one hand slid into my crack, gliding downward and brushing my ass hole. Such a strong wave of pleasure coursed through me that I found myself plastered against him, rubbing our cocks together while I sought the warmth of his mouth. His roughened fingertips rimmed my ass hole, giving a bit of gentle pressure and making my teeth grind together. "You like that?" "Feels wonderful." He pulled us back under the water and lifted me up, coaxing my legs around his waist and as his mouth took mine again, one thick finger slid into my ass. I moaned, shivering as I felt him sink it in to the knuckle and flex slightly. My dick was so hard that I started dribbling again and he gently set me down with a smile. "We'd better get out or we'll have to shower all over again." I wrapped a towel around me and watched him towel off, marveling at the economy that he used to ensure that he was dry and noticing that he was no longer shy about being naked in front of me. He dropped the towel on the floor and went back out into the room, heading for the drinks. "How about some food? We could order room service." "Sounds good. Let's look at the menu." We climbed on the queen size bed and it seemed like the most natural thing, to be lying next to him naked. Since we were on our stomachs, I had to adjust my cock a bit, especially when he insisted on being skin-to-skin, with our feet hanging and touching together. I tried to pay attention to the appetizers and entrées that he was pointing out but all I could think about was the way he smelled, an intoxicating mixture of soap and musk. I wished he was on the menu. We ended up ordering turkey sandwiches and more soda to mix with the Jack, stuffing ourselves and talking about what had happened in our lives since we'd last connected. While he talked, I watched his lips move, not really hearing what he was saying. I was entranced by the movement and remembering that those luscious lips had been wrapped around my cock not so long ago. "Paul?" "Huh?" I shook myself out of my study and found Chris with a smile. "Were you even listening to me at all?" "Uh, yeah." He wiped his mouth and took a few swallows of his new drink, giving me a sly smile. "Then what did I say?" "You were talking about your flight here." "Wrong." I gave him a sheepish look. "Wrong?" His eyes met mine, holding my gaze as he slowly rolled me onto my back with just his proximity. I was so busy being mesmerized that I missed the stealthy crawl of his hand up the covers until he was cupping my balls. The warmth of his hand sent a shiver through me and I closed my eyes for a quick second, enjoying the pleasurable ripple that snaked through me. When I opened them, his face was close to mine, his lips dipping to brush against mine. "Can I make love to you?" Borderline Ch. 05 * * * * * Click Here to listen. (4 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * "Yes." I decided early on that I would let him control the pace if we ever got this far and I was happy that I'd made that decision. His lips met mine softly at first, then with increasing pressure until my mouth opened and his tongue crept inside. I'd had plenty of kisses before but none ever electrified me quite like this. His exploration was slow and lazy, unlike before when he was nervous. Now I knew it meant when one of the heroines in Sharon's romance novels was described as having been 'thoroughly kissed'. He lifted his head for just a moment, met my eyes then bent to kiss me again, gathering me in his arms and cradling me gently. I moaned, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer to me. When we parted, we were both breathless again but where there was fear before, there was only certainty and that look of confidence sent serious chills down my spine. I opened my mouth to his, whimpering at the feel of his tongue sliding along mine and forcing its way into me. His lips left mine, moving over my quivering chin and along the rough skin of my throat, pausing to nibble and leave his mark, then continued down to my nipples. I had never realized that my nipples were so sensitive until his tongue flicked out and his teeth rubbed against the edges. I nearly came right then, arching my back as tingles spread through my body. His hands held me close, his lips and teeth plundering my nipple until I was gasping, begging him to stop. He lifted his head, smiled and bent again, targeting the opposite nipple and leaving me in such a state of bliss that I could hardly move. Chris grinned, heady with the knowledge that I was under this spell and let his tongue trace the map of my ribcage, moving down to my happy trail. Each flick moved his mouth closer to my cock and I shook with anticipation, acting as if he hadn't already blown me earlier. But it wasn't curiosity this time. It was exploration and I laid back and trembled as his mouth wandered over my midsection, again laying claim to my dribbling cock and lovingly laving my balls with his inquisitive tongue. My entire body quaked with his attentions and I held my breath, waiting for something that he decided to deny me. I wouldn't feel the warm, wet interior of his mouth. Chris was way past that. He straddled me, laying his rock-hard cock against my lips, his eyes beckoning. I decided on a little teasing of my own and only let the tip of my tongue rub the end of the head. His moan of pleasure sent a thrill through my veins and I tried not to smile as I licked again and again. I wanted him to really want this; not to just prove that he was gay or that he was attracted to men but that he wanted this. That he wanted to have sex with me. I wanted to use the words, make love, but I held back, pushing our years of friendship aside and looking upon him simply as a trick. It was probably the hardest thing that I'd ever had to do but I convinced myself that it was necessary. I had to find out where he was coming from, whether there was a chance that this was going to progress past the wham-bam-thank-you-Stan stage. I held my head up and sucked on the spongy tip, then sighed as his hands slid into my hair, providing support as I painted his cock's thick head with my tongue. Gradually, he released my head and I let my neck relax, sighing when his prick followed me. I raised my hands and clasped his ass cheeks, helping him sink his meat into my throat. His motion was gentle, easy and rhythmic and I loved the look of wanton release on his face. I opened my mouth, swallowing his length and expecting his cum when he pulled out, moving to the side and wrapping a meaty paw around his cock. "Got a rubber for me?" I leaned over, fished a strip of six from my pocket and tossed them to Chris, along with a small bottle of lube. "Here. Will this do?" My mouth watered as I watched him stretch a condom over his 'fireplug'. My entire body tingled with the idea of taking him inside me and I let him turn me onto my stomach, shivering at the chilly assault of lube on my asshole. "That will do just fine." Borderline Ch. 06 * * * * * Click Here to listen. (4 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I closed my eyes, my body trembling as I waited for him to enter me and was pleasantly surprised to feel his lips on the back of my neck, warm and soft. It sent a shiver through me, especially when he sucked on my earlobe, one thick finger circling my pulsing hole, spreading the gel around and warming the slick skin. I shivered as his hot breath caressed my ear, his hot skin against my back. "You want me?" "Yes." I whispered, pushing back against his hand. His finger kept circling but every once in a while, it slid over my opening and made me moan with want. He kept me on the edge for so long that when his finger finally breached me, I gasped loudly, my entire body vibrating beneath him. It was such a sensual feeling that I just sighed, knowing that this encounter would be indelibly etched in my mind. One finger was joined by a second, then a third and more lube to ease the fourth in. The pain was immediate, then fleeting, replaced by a burning heat that begged to be doused with his cum. "Think you can take me?" "Yes. Just go slow and use a lot of lube." I shivered as he applied more cold lube to my hole and ass crack, then lay still, waiting for him. His body covered me and he gave me a warm embrace as his cock slid into my crack. His weight and the bulbous head of his cock felt so good and I found myself sighing again. He bent and started kissing the back of my neck, whispering my name as he rubbed the head of his cock against my hole. He shifted his weight and I felt the head butting my hole and I opened my legs, trembling again as he guided himself into me, pressing my sphincter open. The pain was so bad that I howled into the pillow, breathless with pain that overwhelmed me and made me question what had ever made me think that I could take his massively thick cock in my recently untried hole. It had been nearly six months since my last tryst, if you want to call it that and Simon had been a sloppy top. He had no sooner pressed himself inside me than he came, leaving the filled condom half-in and half-out of my ass. I, on the other hand, had reamed him like the pony I thought myself to be and enjoyed every single minute. Chris stopped, wondering why I had suddenly gone tense. "Paul?" I took a deep breath and bore down, relaxing the muscles as much as I could and lifted my hips up, grimacing when the head finally popped in. All at once, the urge to cum ran through me, as shocking as a splash of ice cold water and I shivered as he scraped my prostate. My groan must have convinced him that I was all right and more lube slicked my crack as he pressed deeper. "Tell me if it hurts." "It hurts." I looked over my shoulder at the look on Chris's face and broke out into laughter, nearly pushing him out of my ass. After a few moments, his look of horror melted into a lusty smile. "Just keep pushing and go slow." He nodded and hissed as he sank farther into my body, making me shiver again and again as his girth brought me both unbelievable pain and undeniable pleasure. It seemed like forever before I felt his sweet weight on my back, his hot, sweaty skin rubbing against mine and we both sighed, our breathing staggered. He rotated his hips and a sweet burst of pleasure raced through me. "Jesus." "That's not my name." Chris whispered, softly. "Chris." His name slid off my tongue like a prayer and he flexed his back, pulling out of me, then slowly, agonizingly sliding back in. We both shuddered, especially when I tightened my ass muscles around his meat. "I never thought ... " I wasn't sure if his words were meant for my ears but the emotion laced in them made me shiver again. "Oh, Paul ... " He started moving against me and I began to experience the most delicious skin-on-skin friction in my life. Not only the rubbing of his erect nipples against my back but his penis sawing into my already raw hole. Each stroke made me feel more alive than I had in weeks and I couldn't help but move with him, reaching back and trying to grab his ass to encourage him to push in deeper. No one was more surprised that I was when he completely pulled out of me, leaving me empty and tingling all over. "This isn't going to work." Borderline Ch. 07 * * * * * Click Here to listen. (5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * His hands caught under my shoulders and turned me onto my back. I saw confusion written in his eyes and wondered why it was there. "Chris?" He lifted his head for just a moment, met my eyes, then bent to kiss me again, gathering me in his arms and cradling me gently. I moaned, wrapping my arms around him and pulled him close to me. When we parted, we were both breathless again but where there was fear before, there was only ... love? The idea startled me so much that I had to force myself to breathe. What the hell was going on here? "Chris?" He raised his head and I was taken by the look of guilt in his eyes. "Chris, what's going on? What's wrong?" He took a deep breath and turned away, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Paul, I'm in love with you." "Wha – what? What did you say?" Chris turned to me, stared at me intensely, then quickly looked away. "It wasn't a mistake that I knew where to find you. I've been keeping in touch with Sharon for some time now." "Sharon? My ex-wife Sharon?" When he nodded, I laid back, my head swirling with the new information. "Why?" "Because I've been in love with you as long as I can remember." The agony in his voice tugged at my heart and I raised my head, gazing as he turned his back on me. "I went away to school to forget you but I couldn't. I tried so hard. I banged every chick I could but when I came, I imagined that she was you." He took a deep breath after that admission and I fought the urge to reach out and touch him. "Since I graduate in three months, I decided to take a chance and come and see you. I thought that maybe since I'd have a degree and could get a decent job ... " "What did Sharon have to do with it?" "She told me that you were having a problem finding a boyfriend and she knew that you had a crush on me in high school. She thought that maybe you and I ... " Sharon was right. I did have a crush on him in high school. One that didn't die when he went away to college. One that, I was sure, would never die until I drew my last breath. The problem was that I had always figured that this wouldn't ever happen. Until now. I chuckled softly. "She's always trying to play the matchmaker for me." "Listen, I'm gonna get dressed and get some air. You can leave when you're ready." I watched him stand and head for the chair where his pants were hanging. And I made a decision. "I'm not leaving." "What'd you say?" "I said," I stood, stepping behind him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, surprised then heartened to feel him tremble. "I'm not leaving." "Paul, you don't have to ... " "I don't have to what? Deny my feelings? I'll be damned if I'm going to do that." I turned him around, looking into his eyes and searching them. I stroked his jaw with soft fingers and watched those eyes well up with tears. "There's no pity here, Chris. I want this, too." The kiss he gave me was more exciting than any we'd shared because there were no more barriers between us. We didn't hold back on the emotions and I felt it all the way to my toes. His salty tears lubricated our lips and I broke the kiss, wiping his cheeks. Keeping my eyes locked onto his, I walked backward, leading him back to the bed and we sank onto it, our lips finding each other's again. "Make love to me, Chris." He moved over me, pulling my legs open and slipping in between them. This time when he slid in, there was no pain. I still gasped at the sheer size of him and the fullness, no, the completeness of how his being inside me made me feel. Our mouths met and our tongue began their dance as our bodies moved together. It felt so perfect, so right that I knew immediately that I could not let him go, that he had to be a part of my life forever. He made a slight shift and his prick found my sensitive spot, rubbing against it again and again and driving the breath from my lungs. I couldn't help it. I exploded between us, shouting his name and squeezing his shoulders as he moved faster, heading toward his own release. I rocked against him, my eyes closed as I exulted in the sheer joy of it until I heard his whisper. "I love you." My eyes flashed open and I smiled into his face as he filled me full of his love, his cock pulsing in my hole. For several seconds, we remained still, then he lowered his delicious body into my arms and we held each other while we caught our breaths. "I love you, too." I whispered and grinned when his arms tightened around me. "So when can you move in?" The smile he gave me would be one that I would remember for years to come because it reminded me of the Chris that I had known, the man who was confident in himself and knew what he was and what he wanted. He was no longer on the borderline; he was mine.