The morning after

Roy awoke suddenly to find it was the next morning. He imagined he could still taste the salty bitterness of Chistopher's cum on his lips. He had slept with the boy's arm wrapped protectively around him, which made him feel, oddly, safe.

Part of Roy wanted to get up and slip out, pretend that last night had never happened and go on with his life. Another part of him never wanted to he away from the boy. Last night's sex was better than even the best sex he'd had with a woman. By far. No woman had ever made him feel was wanted.

Christipher's eyes fluttered open. He looked over at Roy and smiled. Roy felt the sudden urge to kiss him

"Last night was amazing,' he said. "Fuck, you were amazing. I was afraid I'd wake up and you'd be gone."

"I'm still here," Roy said.

"Good," Christopher said.

With one effortless movement he flipped Roy gently over so that he was laying ontop of him, their faces just inches apart. He didn't have to be told the next part.

Roy leaned in and started kissing the muscular young man. Almost at once he could feel Christopher's giant cock starting to stiffen between their two naked bodies. He ground his own hard cock into it, causing them both to moan slightly.