“You gotta make me sweat.”
Ended work early today, because I have an onsite early tomorrow morning - and that left part of the afternoon and evening free. Naturally, I popped open my apps to delete unwanted messages and see if there was anything interesting.
So I reached out to people who I’ve met before, and switched to WhatsApp to see if my fuckbuddies were available. No one, really, so I went to the pool. After swimming laps I showered and cleaned up, and checked my phone.
What do you know? A school friend and fuckbuddy from Singapore who had relocated to Australia was back in town for a family wedding, and asked if I was free for dinner. His family home is actually in the nearby housing estate, and I invited him over.
Chris (not his real name) is a year older than me, lean Chinese guy with a cyclist’s body, which makes sense because he used to be a competitive cyclist and marathon runner. He turned up at the front door in slippers, some worn cotton shorts and an old school t-shirt. He looked good, too. Obviously Australia agreed with him, and he was a little tan. He left his slippers outside the gate and came in.
He bought some bak chor mee because he was craving local food, and brought it with him. Got me some, too. Lots of chat and laughter over our early dinner, and then he pushed his chair back from the dining table.
“This place is too damn hot,” he said, “Don’t mind me.” He crossed his arms over his body and pulled his t-shirt off, over his head. I liked seeing the muscles of his torso flexing as he undressed, and while he wasn’t muscular in a bulky way, his abs were still very much in evidence, as were the ropy muscles in his arms. He was perspiring very lightly, too, and his medium-sized nipples were darker spots on his flat chest.
“No need to stop there,” I said, and went to shut the doors and windows and turn on the air-conditioning. When I got back to the dining room, he was sitting naked in his chair, which he’d turned to one side, with his clothes flipped over the back of the dining chair behind him. His muscular legs were spread wide, and he was toying with his cock, which was still soft, but already thickening.
Too delicious to resist, so I sat on the floor between his legs and stroked his thighs, and lifted his dick to suck softly on his smooth balls, one at a time. I could feel his rod stiffening in my hand, and I licked up the full length of his shaft. Chris has a fairly long, thin cock, a joy to suck. He exhaled quietly when I took him into my mouth, and as I worked on him, he adjusted his position once and then settled in to enjoy it. It wasn’t until I was moving my head up and down, his entire cock wet with my saliva, slipping in and out of my mouth smoothly against my lips, that he spoke.
“Yeah,” Chris said, “Suck it. That feels good.” I sat back, taking my mouth off his cock.
“You know what else would feel good?” I said.
Chris lazily lifted one leg, shifting so he wouldn’t fall off the chair.
“Bring it on in,” he said, smiling broadly.
I grabbed some supplies, and popped them on the dining table while I stripped. The airconditioning had definitely kicked in, and it felt cool on my skin. I’d already gotten half-hard while sucking Chris, and I stiffened up more watching him run his fingers over his body, teasing his nipples where they stood up from his chest. He was still hard, and his dick was still wet from before. His balls looked fairly big, too, hanging loosely under his boner, although I could tell they were starting to draw up.
I put on a condom, and got lubed up. Chris obligingly lifted his balls up, so I had clear access, and even then I had to bend my legs to get a good angle.
He took me like a pro when I pushed in - took a little while and a few tries before I could get comfortable, and when I pushed firmly but gradually to get past his ring, Chris exhaled loudly, breathing heavily until I was all the way in.
“You’re right,” he said, “That does feel good.”
This wasn’t anything new. When we’d both been studying in Australia, Chris had stayed in student housing with me, in an apartment a couple of floors above me. We had a couple of common classes, and got assigned to work on an assignment together for one of them. We’d finished, late at night, and I grabbed his cock, for a joke, because it looked like it was stiff - and you know what, it was, and he was, and that’s when we started messing around, for fun. Nothing too serious at first, mutual jacking off, and then oral, and then full on fucking. A couple of bros, relieving tension and having a little bit of fun, now and then.
Fucking him now felt familiar, and as I moved my hands over his body, I recognised the broad shapes of it. He kissed me, as I pumped slowly into and out of him, and moaned softly into my mouth. I found a nipple with my left hand, and rubbed it, then moved my hand up the side of his neck to cup his cheek as I kissed him some more. I was turned on, so I went a little faster, until I heard Chris gasp. I lifted my head.
“Hey, slow down,” he said, “I’m a little too close.”
“Should I continue?” I said. I noticed that Chris was perspiring: even with the air-con, the humidity was probably too much for him.
“Take a break?” Chris said.
I pulled out of him and stepped back, my dick covered in bits of foamy white, from the lube I’d churned up. He stood up, and stretched. I guess getting fucked in a wooden dining chair is not the most comfortable.
I walked to the kitchen to get us a couple of glasses of iced water, my cock bobbing in front of me. I handed him a glass when I got back to the dining room. We drank in silence, standing around, cooling off.
“So,” he said, “why didn’t this become a thing?”
“Not sure,” I said. I really wasn’t. I guess because we were friends, and because we didn’t have any feelings for each other. Sure, we hung out sometimes, and did school work together, and once in a while we’d have a little fun, but it wasn’t romantic. We still dated, other people but not each other, and Chris had eventually gotten serious with a Malaysian girl so we stopped.
“How’s your love life now?” I said, putting my glass down.
“Ah, I’m a confirmed bachelor,” he said, “Anna comes over from time to time - we’re pretty much married, for all intents and purposes, but she has her own place and her own space, and so do I. Ma and Pa aren’t happy, because they want me to actually get married, but that seems to work for us.”
Anna was his … I dunno, partner or lover. Pretty Australian woman, tall with long brown hair. I’d seen photos. He’d met her after he decided to live in Australia permanently. She was an artist by training, but worked as a school teacher.
“So, uh, does Anna know?” I said. I’d asked him this every time I’d seen him since he’d gotten into a relationship with her a couple of years ago. I’m not a home wrecker.
“Yeah, I think she does. Whenever I come back to see Ma and Pa, she asks if I’m going to meet you, and then she says ‘you boys have fun!’ and I leave it at that. She’s got an ‘old school friend’ too, this guy from Queensland whom I’ve never met. He blows into town a couple of times a year, and she tells me she’s going to ‘catch up’ and then I don’t hear from her for a couple of days.”
“Don’t ask, don’t tell?” I said.
“More like don’t ask, don’t want to know,” said Chris.
“But it’s all good?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling. There was a sort of light in his eyes. “It’s good.”
Chris chugged down the rest of his water, before putting the glass on the counter.
“I’d better do something about that,” he said, reaching out with both hands to carefully take the condom off my softened dick. I pushed the glass to one side and hopped up to sit on the counter. I spread my legs, a little, and Chris jerked my cock, licked the underside of the head, and when I got harder, he sucked on the head.
Then he stopped and looked up at me.
“This counts as ‘ass to mouth’, right?” and we both cracked up laughing. We laughed so hard that I wondered if it’d broken the mood.
“You wanna just jack off?” I said. I don’t like to make people do things they’re uncomfortable with, and I wanted to give Chris a way out. He didn’t take it.
“Nah, man,” he said, standing up and showing me that he was hard again (or still hard, I couldn’t remember). “You gotta make me sweat!”
“Then I’ll just turn the air-con off,” I said, and that got us laughing again.
He wasn’t laughing moments later when I took him from behind as he lay sort of face down on the couch, his lower torso flat against the seat, but with his upper half braced on the arm rest. I’d gloved up and we’d both reapplied more lube. Chris was obviously more relaxed, or something - I went straight in, easily, (which made Chris squeal) but perhaps that was also because in this position my bodyweight was pressing down too. For a while there was nothing but slapping sounds and heavy breathing: a good steady pump, the way I like it. Then Chris pushed up off the sofa, my cue to get off him.
He stood up and got me to lie on the chaise, my back against the seat (well, part of my back) and my legs out straight. He straddled me, knelt on the chaise with his knees on either side of me, and sank down onto my cock. He started moving up and down, leaning forward at first looking down at me, and then eventually arched his back and leaned backwards, his hands on his knees, his cock rock hard and a little wet, pointing up. His motion got more intense, and he let out a moan.
I resisted the urge to touch him. It felt good to have him milking me with his ass, and I admit, I was curious to see if he could cum handsfree. I thought I would help - I leaned forward, and put my hands on the underside of his thighs. He understood immediately, and stayed still, bent forwards toward me, hovering above my pelvis, and I thrust upwards. That wasn’t very effective, so I put my feet down on either side of the chaise, my knees bent slightly, and that gave me more leverage to thrust up and down, in and out of Chris. I got a pretty good rhythm going, and good speed, too, and that seemed to coax even more moaning out of Chris. He was sweating, full on, dripping with sweat, and from my exertions, I was sweating, too!
I couldn’t keep it up for too long, and eventually I slowed down. Chris sat forward a bit, and continued doing the work, this time not going up and down as much as forward and back. His dickhead was glistening, and a trail of precum had dripped down the shaft. I ran my hand up Chris’ sweaty torso, feeling how firm it was, and then paused with my hands on his shoulders.
“Want me to help you out?” I said. “Let’s see if we can cum together.”
I was actually pretty close, myself. He nodded, and put his hands on either side of my head to brace himself, and went a little faster. The feelings were almost too much for me to bear. I took the chance to feel the muscles in his arms, and then he leaned forward ro kiss me. I kissed him back, and when he sat up, I put my hand around his cock.
He yelped and moaned as I jerked him off - actually, I simply gripped him gently; his own precum was like lube and his cock moved in and out of my hand with his own motion. I felt his ass clench around my cock, and I knew he was getting ready. I almost blew my load there and then, but I clenched myself to hold it in.
“Gonna cum,” he muttered, not pausing but going faster. He moaned, a loud one, and then exhaled another moan as he squirted out strings of thick ropy cum across my body as he simultaneously rode back on my cock and pumped his own dick in my hand. I released my control, too, letting the pulsing of his ejaculation milk out my load as I filled the condom that I was wearing. He collapsed on to me, breathing heavily, catching his breath, and I bucked my hips a couple more times as my own orgasm forced me to. I was panting, too.
We stayed that way for a little while, before he climbed off me to let my cock flop out of his hole. I could see that I had managed a pretty big load, probably because I hadn’t cum for a couple of days.
Chris wiped his sweat off his face, and ran his hand through his hair.
“I really needed that,” he said, and smiled at me. I got up off the chaise, and took my condom off, careful not to spill it. I walked to the kitchen to throw it away, and when I got back, Chris grabbed my still fairly hard cock.
“Which way is the shower?” he said, and when I pointed it out, he pulled me there and we got cleaned up. We towelled ourselves down after we finished, and sat around the living room, with towels around our waists. I cracked open a bottle of red wine, and we talked and drank, just two old friends catching up, after having a hot fuck.
