I woke up to a blow job. Brett was curled between my thighs groaning quietly around my half hard. I was tender. I pulled his head up and said, "Sorry, I need some rest...I'm a little tender..." He groaned again and I felt his massive erection on my hip when he settled next to me. I had to piss. I said so and got up. I looked at my phone it was 544.
When I crawled back next to him he had his dick in hand. "C'mere,"....I turned him sideways on the bed, spread his legs wide. He rested his head on the wall. I turned on a night light so he could see. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, my ass stuck out towards the mirror I blew him.
Like blowing D, I wanted to give him this. Wanted to have him have this pleasure. I kept him from using his hands; I did all the work, when he really got into it he was flat on the bed, the only movement he made was his abs and hips clenching around my bobbing mouth. We were looking at each other and I knew from the change in his face he was getting closer and closer.
I pressed both of my middle fingers simultaneously up, in and then on his hard prostate. He came, the first up thrust was a dry heave, and I held his cock squeezing just below the head. The come oozed out I lubed the last tormenting stokes with that fifth
come. I curled on top of him, mostly hard but drained and tender too.
Our phone alarms blipped at the same time, in different tones. We scrambled to turn them off. He kissed me, "M-m-Mornin,"
"Hey," my voice cracked I was so hoarse. He laughed and hugged me on the bed.
"C-c-can I shower be-be-before I g-go?"
Rubbing my eyes I nodded and together we went and took quick ones. Someone, Cory I think had just been there as it was still a bit steamy. At my door, Cory opened his door fully clothed and didn't see us at first. I don't know who was pinker: Brett, buck ass naked or Cory fully dressed and staring at two naked guys. I introduced them; they did shake hands and mumble. My voice was rasping. Cory gave a little smile and left.
I lay down; I had 45 minutes until Isaac came for yoga. I might doze I thought. Before he finished dressing Brett sat on the bed to tie his shoes. I curled over his back in a shoulder hug. "You'll talk to me if you need to, right?" he nodded, "I'll see you at 11 to run. Call or text is alright too."
I-I-I like t-t-to t-t-take my t-t-t-time t-t-to mean wh-wh-what I say."
I pushed him shirtless back on to my bed and gently kissed him. I did what I wanted. I held his gaze in silence. Then we shifted and he got dressed. He did look back, ear pods in one hand door knob in the other. "Th-this night m-means a-a-lot to us, I could n-n-not've im-imagined a bet-better man." He got shy and flipped his bangs.
I got teary eyed. I stood and hugged him again. His example of silent meaningfulness was awesome. "You are a better man than you know. I believe in saying this when I feel it: I love ya....I fall quick but sure about it."
"I-I-I did-didn't, wa-wa was afraid to say it. I love ya too, too."
With a smile he opened the door; it was cooler in the hall. "See you at the gym."
"Bye."
I flopped back on my futon. The room was cozy warm. I rolled over and my dick actually twinged a little, "Can you have too much sex?" I asked my pillow. I was restless. Isaac wouldn't be here for 45 minutes; I hoped to doze off. When I rolled over again, cock flopped and I groaned, I was tender. I grabbed the first pair of comfy boxer briefs I could reach and putting a pillow between my slightly chapped thighs let my mind wander.
I hadn't come since March. Now in the last three days...I had to stop and count: Thursday, once jacking off. Friday, twice with J. Saturday, four times with J and D, Sunday four times with Brett; 11 orgasms in about 80 hours. I thought about all the edging I'd done too...the shower with Dale, and Brett, the solo in the hallway. Getting Isaac to show and strut....my lips tingled again at the memory of D's hungry kisses.
My hips rose a tad and I pressed my package against my pillow. The tenderness was there but so was the great achiness that signaled another boner building in my balls. I heard footfalls on the carpet outside my door. A soft knock and, "Zach?" It was Isaac.
From my futon, "its open, Isaac."
The light was sharp but brief. "You awake?"
"Not really," I tapped the small light near my headboard and rolled over. I had a small precum spot on my briefs. Isaac had on flannel pajama bottoms and a long sleeve T, "C'mon in. Sit." His eyes stayed on my body, my face, my abs, my come stain.
He set his mat and water down, lifted his shirt off, "it's nice in here. Hallways are freezing." I sat up and rubbed my eyes, smoothed my hair.
"Man, I'm drained." His flannels were snug to his hips....he looked relaxed.
"Whatcha been up to? You do look kinda beat..."
I thought for a moment and gave him the run down..."Celibate for six months, I've come 11 times in the last 80 hours." I waited for judgment.
"Seriously? That's amazing, some kinda record! The best I ever did was a return trip to Hawaii; I had 6 in about a day and a half." I think that was the first I'd really see him blush.
"We'll have to swap stories some time."
"Definitely! Kinda sucks though...I haven't come in 5 days and spent the night edging...got thumping in my room in fact. Now we're in different places again."
