The rest of the evening went as any other evening might have. We hung out, chatted about nothing, grabbed something to eat and then I went home. It was either as though nothing had happened, or as if what had happened was the most normal thing in the world.
We may not have spoken about it but, along with the fading smell of sex and spunk, what had transpired between us that night hung in the air.
We hugged as I left, I leant in and breathed deeply of his masculine scent, hoping I could somehow hold on to it and take it away with me. And with that our evening together was over.
My evening, however, was not. No sooner had I closed my front door behind than I began to take off my clothes. Rushing to get naked, my heavy cock already starting to stiffen, I stretched out on my bed and rooted around my rucksack for the treasure within.
My hand hit upon the still-wet briefs and pulling them out, I immediately pushed them deep into my throat, my right hand encircling my now full cock. The remnants of James' load on and in the black fabric was more than enough for me to taste. I could still feel the warmth of his load in my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of his cum on his tongue and as I pressed the waistband against my face, I could feel the thick texture of his jizz on my skin.
Knowing I was about to explode I wrapped his underwear around my throbbing know before releasing my semen into the material.
Without wasting a moment, or a drop, I pushed his sodden briefs to the back of my throat, choking and gagging on the mingling juices that had found its way out of both of our shafts.
Totally spent, I wiped the cum-soaked underwear all over my face, leaving traces of our nectar in my eyes, on my skin and in my hair. Then I buried my nose in the glorious wetness and, jerking my cock once again, blew another load.
I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I knew it was morning.
Somewhat bleary eyed, still naked with the discarded Calvin Kleins just by my head, I sat up to check my messages.
"Hey matey. Great to see you last night. Thanks for coming over. Was really nice to catch up."
James' message had come through half an hour before, but I could tell from WA that he was typing.
