Friday's meeting with the Big Credit Card company's bosses was long and drawn-out, keeping all of us nervous about the end results, but we got through it. It was excruciating, rather stupid and ridiculous for lack of better words.
What kept me smiling through it was knowing the fact that tomorrow night I was going to be with Char for dinner and for our first overnight at my place.
Saturday morning, I got up and started cleaning up and making sure everything was perfect. I ran to the drug store and got lube and condoms in case we went further than we had before. We were planning on going out for a romantic dinner and during I was going to ask Char to date me exclusively. I was ready for this. Over the past few weeks, I had grown even more fond of him and moreover, I couldn't get enough of his dick. All I watched was gay porn, dreamt of dick, would fall asleep thinking of him and realized how bad I wanted, needed and desired anal sex.
After dinner we had spoken about going for a round of mini--golf, or a walk along the beach, something fun for us to do as a couple before heading back to my place at the night ended for a sleep over. I was extremely nervous and rattled, but yet excited and looking forward to it. I had never spent the night with a man at my house. Hell, I have never even dated a man before him. This was my first true homosexual experience. And based on our Thursday nights -- heat of the moment conversation - about anal sex, I was really concerned, panicked and yet overly excited about fucking him, or him fucking me. I was a bag of mixed emotions. But I was ready. No matter what happened, I was ready.
Char made his way over to my place right at 6:30, bringing a bag of clothes and his toiletries with him. He's never been to my place, so after he arrived, I gave him the grand tour of my three bedrooms, two bath condo. He liked it and said, "It was decorated like he would've expected. Somewhat more modern, big large TV's, a sexy big bed, with long deeply dark drapes with my bedroom balcony off of it."
I wanted to take Char to the local Chop House, near me where I have eaten many times before. I drove to the restaurant, as we passed comfortable conversation. As we sat during dinner, having wine and our steaks, Char leaned over and began a deep and meaningful conversation.
"Danny," he spoke. I appreciate all your time, energy, at work. You are one of my best guys. But more importantly, I am falling for you and I haven't cared for a man the way I do you in a long time."
"Do you think we could make this more permanent." He asked.
"Permanent?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "Just you and I. Maybe monogamous, would have been a better word. I don't want you dating anyone else but me and I don't want to be dating anyone buy you."
I was glad he asked, because I was planning on bringing it up to him. I just didn't know how.
"Yes." I replied. "I think that's a great idea and I was having the same thoughts."
"Good." He spoke, as he smiled at me.
Char waived the waiter over and asked for more wine and two deserts to go. I was actually surprised because I thought maybe we were going to go out after. But now, I think he had other plans.
We finished our dinner, sipping our wine and toasting to our new dedication to each other. We couldn't stop staring into each other's eyes, as we finished up. It was about 8:30 when we left the restaurant. He held the bag of deserts as I drove us home. We made a pit stop at the liquor store, grabbing a bottle of wine, finally arriving back at my place.
We were both dressed very businesslike and he wanted to change into something more comfortable, as I popped the wine open. Char retuned wearing a pair of tight silky pajama pants, with matching shirt, only buttoned up about half way showing his upper chest. We raised our glasses and sipped our wine. We cuddled on the couch for a while watching TV, until we both wanted to eat our deserts. Char went to the fridge and grabbed the platters and forks and we sat eating and feeding each other the tiramisu. It was a wonderful, warming romantic evening.
Of course, we finished off that bottle of wine and we both were a bit buzzed when that first kiss of the night came. He was lying up against me, watching the TV when he looked up, as I looked down, and leaned in to kiss his lips.
"I am glad I am here with you Danny." He softly whispered.
"Me too." I replied.
We began kissing deeply and softly, just slowly getting more and more involved with each other. His kiss wet, warm and soft; almost feminine and I was loving every minute of it. I was starting to get hard and thoughts crossed my mind of his cock buried deep in his PJ's and how bad I wanted it out. It wasn't long into our kiss that I looked down to see that his cock was hard as a rock, because it was making the pajama bottoms poke outwards. I slid my hand down in between his legs and felt the soft silky pajamas, with a bulging cock sticking straight up inside of them. He moaned in pleasure as I caressed and cupped the tip. I wanted him and I wanted him even more now that I was buzzed and all my inhibitions were gone.
"Suck me, Danny." He moaned out as my hand continued rubbing up and down on his hard dick.
I slid off of the couch as he started pulling down the pajama bottoms, he had no underwear on underneath. I got in between his legs as he spread his legs open. His cock was rock hard sticking straight up and I wanted it. I leaned down, sliding his cock deep in my mouth as he started to unbutton the remainder of his pajama shirt buttons, spreading it open. Char was pulling on his nipples and placing his hands on the top of my head, as I bobbed up and down on his cock. My ass was tingling, my cock was hard and I didn't know if I just wanted to keep sucking him more; or take int in the ass. But either way his cock was all I desired.
"Danny. I waana fuck you." He moaned out.
"Oh God Char!" I moaned out as I took his cock from my mouth stroking him.
"I wanna fuck you too!" I replied.
I stood up from my knees and removed my shirt as he sat there staring at me. I pulled down my pants, then my underwear standing naked in front of him. I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself over him, feeling how thick and hearty my bulging head was.
"Common," I moaned out as I reached out my hand to him.
Char stood up from the couch, taking my hand. We stood there kissing for another minute, both holding onto and lightly stroking each other's cock. I walked Char to my bedroom, guiding him onto the bed. I went over to my balcony doors and closed the drapes and turned on a soft ambient light at my desk.
"Is this too much?" I asked.
"No, it's perfect." He replied.
I climbed onto the bed with him, lying on top of his naked body, his legs wrapping around me. We kissed deeply, as I was panicky and nervous, but so willing to have him slide his cock inside me.
"Do you have protection?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied.
I reached over to my night stand and grabbed out the new box of condoms and the lube I purchased earlier that day. I rolled off of him and laid next to him. He shifted onto his side and we laid face to face, just kissing deeper. I was fumbling with the condom box and getting the lube open as his hand continued pulling my cock trying to stroke me off dry.
"Have you ever done this before?" Char asked.
