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I slowly untangled my legs from behind his back, and one at a time lowered my feet to the floor. Taking a step back, I looked into his eyes, "But, you're straight."

"Why should I let a stupid thing like that get in the way?" Darren joked.

"I'm serious. I will the one who gets hurt if you decide you to end this little experiment and go back to women."

His smirk disappeared and his expression became very serious. He turned a dial on the wall, stopping all of the water flow in the shower before speaking in very low, serious voice "I don't know how this happened, but I know I have never felt this way about anyone until I met you. I was always sexually attracted to girls, but what we have transcends sex. Even if I determine I want to go 'back to women', I just want you to know, there is not even the slightest chance that I will not be hurt from no longer being with you. The thought of life without you is devastating."

"So, if you love me, but you are not sexually attracted to men, how will this work?"

"That doesn't seem to be a problem for us at all," he said looking down. I lowered my gaze, and noticed to what he was referring. He was fully erect. His dick was glorious; proportionally perfect and completely aesthetically pleasing.

"In that case…" I didn't even bother to finish my sentence as we were flung together like magnets. I jumped into his arms again, wrapping my legs around him. He carried me into the bedroom and we collapsed onto the bed, still a little wet from the shower. Landing on my back, my legs still wrapped around his back, I could feel the warmth of his cock grazing between my ass cheeks. I broke the kiss, and this time I was the one nibbling on his ear when I let the words escape between breaths, "I want you inside of me."

Darren reached into the bedside table drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube, and resumed kissing me with fervor. Never breaking our kiss, lubed up my asshole and the length of his cock, and positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed forward slowly and I relaxed to allow him access. As the head of his cock entered me fully, I gasped into his mouth. Sensing my needs, Darren waited for me to become accustomed to his intrusion before pushing deeper. Slowly, he pushed further and further into me, until I could feel his pubic hair tickling my ass. Once I was used to his cock deep inside me, I used my legs to pull him deeper into me and begged him, "Fuck me."

Darren pulled me closer so our chests were pressed together, and he stood up. From this standing position, he bounced me up and down on his cock. I was in heaven. As his cock head repeatedly hit my prostate, and my cock rubbed against his abdomen, I was in heaven. He sat down on the bed, and then, remaining inside me the entire time, scooted back into the middle of the mattress and laid back. I was now truly riding him. My pulse quickened as I bounced up and down on his wonderful cock faster and faster. Darren dug his heels into the mattress and began thrusting up into my ass.

I leaned down to kiss him as he fucked me, and he pulled me tight against his chest and rolled me over onto my back. Still inside me, he was now on top of me and could have his way with my ass. Thrusting harder and faster I couldn't stifle my moans. As his pace quickened I couldn't hold back anymore, my cock started to erupt between our bodies. With my intense orgasm, my asshole contracted around Darren's cock and sent him over the edge. He buried his cock deep inside me one last time. I could feel his cock spasm, releasing loads of cum inside of me. He collapsed on top of me feeling the slipperiness of our cum-slicked chests. We just laid there, breathing heavily, until our heart rates returned to normal.

Darren rolled over onto his back next to me, and let out a long sigh, "We really need to shower now."

I laughed. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table and abruptly sat up, "It's two o'clock, we have to hurry."

"Let's just skip your place so we can have a proper shower. I'll lend you some clothes."

"I can't wear your clothes. Your pants would look like Capris on me, and my legs would look like a fucking rainbow with your sock selection."

"Ouch, that's really hurts," he said in a mocking tone. "Just wear your pants from yesterday and borrow a shirt. You can wear my underwear too if you're feeling frisky." With his last comment he winked at me."

"Fine, I will be going directly to wardrobe anyway."

"Now that we have a half hour to kill, let's clean up." As we got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, we noticed the trail of wet carpet and the wet cum stained sheets. "Well, I guess I will have some cleaning to do when I get home. Why couldn't we dry off before leaving the bathroom?"

"I don't think anything in this universe could have delayed us getting to that bed." We both laughed and strolled into the bathroom.

Darren grabbed a ratty old towel out of the linen closet and wiped our cum off of his chest, then tossed it at me. "Here, use this to wipe up so you don't get sticky in the shower."

After wiping my chest clean, Darren turned on the water, and we both stepped under the water and began actually showering this time. "Turn around, let me get your back," I squeezed some of the nearby body wash into my palm and worked up some lather. I reached for the small of his back, and gently kneaded the soap into his skin. As I pressed a little harder, he let out a sound that was almost a purr. I gradually gravitated towards his shoulder blades, stopping at a knot; I began to massage his back to relax his tense muscles. "What's wrong with your back?" I inquired.

"Well, you are skinny, but you aren't weightless. Next time give a little warning before just into my arms."

"I didn't hear you complaining before."

He grinned, "It's hard to complain with a tongue in your mouth."

"Maybe, next time it will be my cock."

"True, we haven't tried that yet," he laughed. I continued to massage his muscles, applying more pressure; he let out a slight moan, "God that feels good!"

"Thanks, but you can call me Chris." I teased.

"Someone thinks highly of themselves."

"Hey, you're the one who called me 'God'!" As he looked over his shoulder, I stuck out my tongue to taunt him.

To be continued...

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