At least until the semen-high begins to fade.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, its rays warming the two room mates, Chris snuggled up closer to Steve. His friend's body felt so warm, so strong and loving as Steve's hand lay on Chris' waist... Combined with the pleasant haze still lingering in the surfer's head, Chris felt himself doze off several times, never quite falling asleep. It was just as well like this, too; sleeping now would be kind of a waste. Chris wanted to enjoy Steve's embrace as much as he could. And of course the feeling of his buddy's enormous cock and massive balls on his leg.

But of course, this bliss couldn't last forever. Just as the pink mist in Chris' mind began to lift and the confusion about the additional room in his crotch began to turn into worry about what was wrong down there, Steve began to stir. It seemed he wanted to get up; but although it was Chris who had pulled his friend down on the lounger with him, the surfer began to wonder why now. Two guys cuddling, completely nude to boot, that was pretty damn gay, almost as if they were a couple. And, as Chris kept telling himself, he was not gay - not that there was anything wrong with that, he just wasn't. Chris just couldn't live without sucking cock anymore. Luckily, Steve was more than willing to let Chris do just that.

"Babe, I'll get some breakfast and a coffee." As Steve got up, Chris felt **** to let him go for some reason. Gay or not, Steve's embrace had felt nice... "Want anything?"

"Uhm..." Steve wasn't hungry at all, belly still bulging slightly with thick cum. But coffee did sound nice... "Coffee? With lots of milk and sugar."

Sadly, coffee didn't come in thick and salty, but somehow, sweet seemed like the next best thing to Chris. After Steve nodded and gave his friend a smile that made Chris' heart flutter despite himself, the huge-cocked surfer left for the kitchen, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts. And this weird, alien sensation between his legs. It felt... not empty, there was something there, just... it was very different from even the shrunken ballsack and shaft Steve had manipulated so masterfully back under the shower.

Taking a deep breath, Chris decided to check his crotch. As he moved to sit on the edge of the lounger, part of him knew already what awaited him. What else could it be? But maybe he was wrong, maybe he didn't have-- he absolutely had. Right between his legs, crowned by a small tuft of blonde pubes growing on a feminine mons, sat a pretty, pink pussy, exactly the kind Chris would have loved to spread open and pound relentlessly just yesterday. Chris' breaths grew shallow. Legs spread, he kept staring at his new nethers, darkness beginning to spread from the edges of his vision. This was imp--

"Chris!" Steve's shout made the surfer's head snap up, seeing his lover hurry over to the lounger, holding a tray with two steaming cups and bagels, setting it down on the ground before kneeling in front of Chris, grabbing his hands. "Look at me, babe! Breathe! Nice... and deep. Like this. Niiice... and deep."

Following Steve's directions and imitating his friend's breathing, Chris managed to bring the rising panic under control, although his heart still beat uncomfortably fast. Looking down at his room mate's face, Chris found himself caught in this incredibly warm, loving gaze again, and his throat tightened, tears building in his eyes.

"It... it's gone. It's completely gone." But that was only half the reason for the tears now dripping down Chris' cheeks. For some reason, with Steve kneeling before him, Chris felt... joy. "I don't... I have a pussy, Steve."

"And it's the prettiest I've ever seen, babe." Chris heart fluttered, and he found himself giggling through the tears as he blushed. To think Chris would ever be complimented on his vagina... it was absurd. Funny. And so very flattering. "It looks cute, and tight, and I love it, just like I love all about you, Chris."

"Sh-shut up, dork..." The warmth of pure happiness was spreading in Chris' chest, and his face burned as he cast his eyes to the side, trying to fight the smile creeping on his face. Who cared if he didn't have his cock anymore? Ever since yesterday, he hadn't needed it anyways, and Steve had more than enough for both of them. And if his roomie liked Chris' new pussy... "I... uhm... th-the coffee is getting cold."

Steve smiled warmly, understandingly, and sat down next to Chris, his enormous cock grazing the sun deck as he put the tray on his knees and handed Chris a cup of coffee that seemed to be almost half milk. As Chris took a first sip, trying to hide his almost uncomfortably hot face behind the porcelain, it turned out to be half milk, one quarter sugar and one quarter coffee; at least, it tasted sweet enough to suggest that. And Chris found himself loving the taste. He drank the hot drink with small gulps, taking his time as Steve ate breakfast. As he wolfed it down, Chris realized that his lover had to have been hungry - Chris had sucked him off twice and Steve had also cum from fucking Chris' thighs. Three of those enormous loads on an empty stomach, and then Steve had still rather cuddled with Chris than eat breakfast...

"Why are you so nice to me?" Chris held his coffee between his naked legs, staring into the light brown, milky fluid, his voice so quiet as to be almost inaudible.

"Mh?" Steve swallowed a bite and put his big, strong hand on Chris' arm. "Because I love you, Chris. With all my heart."

"B-but I always insult you, and I'm a freak--"

"You're not!" Chris flinched at his buddy's vehement denial of the self-insult. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever been with. I love it when you giggle, and when you're needy and cuddly, and the way you blush. I even love it how you get so flustered when I say I love you. Of course, you also give the best head I ever got, but the way your eyes sparkle when you look up at me when you do it... I want to get to know you even better. Every part, every aspect of you. And even if you don't love me yet, I... I hope you will, one day."

"I... I..." Chris didn't know what to say. No one had ever said aynthing like that to him, not one of the girl's Chris had gone out with had ever even said the L-word. "M-maybe..."

'... I already do' Chris wanted to say. This warmth, this almost painful longing tightening his chest, what else could it be? And yet, the surfer's throat tightened, and he found himself unable to speak. Instead, he let himself sink sideways against his lover's body, resting his head on Steve's shoulder.