June 12, 2003
“Chris… I need you to meet me at my place. Now.”“Vin? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
“Just… Just get here, Chris,” was all Vin would say before hanging up the phone.
Chris stared at the cell phone in his hand for a moment or two and wondered what could possibly be wrong enough for Vin to be so… desperate. It was the only word Chris could come up with to describe what Vin’s words and voice conveyed. All sorts of worst case scenarios came to mind. In less than two minutes he was out the door and in his truck, its emergency lights flashing in the darkness.
Twenty minutes later, Chris parked the truck haphazardly, its passenger side wheels up on the curb in front of Vin’s apartment building. Skipping the slow elevator, he headed for the stairs and took them two and three at a time.
Finally reaching Vin’s apartment, almost out of breath, he reached out to knock on the door, only to have the door yanked open, his fist left knocking on thin air. His wrist was grabbed and he was pulled inside.
His fighting instincts kicked in and he whirled around to face his assailant, only to stop short of throwing his best punch at the sight of Vin’s naked self. His naked, oiled, very aroused and feral looking self.
“Vin,” Chris whispered in awe, his cock filling at the sight. “I thought… you said,” he stammered, only to be silenced when Vin pulled him in close and began his assault on his mouth.
Vin’s hands were all over Chris, pulling at buttons, shoving fabric down and away from Chris’s body. Zipper lowered, pants dropped, boxers ripped, Chris was at Vin’s mercy and shouted out as Vin’s mouth followed the trail his hands had left and began licking at his groin.
“God damn, Vin!” he managed to get out when Vin let up for a second or two. “What’s going on?”
“You complainin’?” Vin asked, reaching for Chris’s boots and yanking them off.
“No, it’s just…”
“Then sit down, shut up and enjoy the ride, Cowboy!”
Chris had no reply to that because at that moment, he was shoved to the floor and straddled by his over-horny (Is there such a thing? No…) lover.
“Vin!” he shouted out as Vin impaled himself on his cock, dropping down to sit on Chris’s lap.
“Oh, God!” Vin moaned, screamed, shouted… “God, Chris!”
And then he lifted himself up a few inches and slammed himself back down onto Chris’s lap again, stealing Chris’s breath away. He leaned forward and grabbed Chris’s hands and held them against the floor, away from him. He thrust his tongue into Chris’s mouth again and began to fuck it in time with his hips.
Vin continued the almost violent assault, stabbing himself over and over with Chris’s cock, screaming and grunting into Chris’s mouth as his orgasm began to build.
As it came close, he released Chris’s hands and leaned back, his hips still rising and falling forcefully over Chris’s, as if begging Chris to take control now.
Chris quickly took hold of Vin’s cock and gave it a squeeze before sliding his fist up and down the hard length.
“Yes! Yes, that’s it! Chriiiiiisssss!!!!” Vin shouted as he came, his ass coming down again and again, even harder, onto Chris’s cock.
Chris shouted out his own release, holding tight onto Vin’s hips, trying to hold him down.
After a few moments, Vin’s tired, sated body fell forward and he collapsed onto Chris’s chest. The two men breathed heavily onto each other’s necks while Chris rubbed his hands soothingly up and down Vin’s back. Vin took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh.
“Damn, Chris,” he whispered. “Didn’t think you’d ever show up.”
Chris pulled Vin’s head back a bit, to look him in the eyes. “What the hell was that all about, anyway?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining,” he quickly added.
“I don’t know, Cowboy. Just woke up hornier ‘n hell. Only one thing to cure it. Not that horniness needs curin’ mind you.”
Chris shook his head and laughed. “Well next time just tell me you’re horny, okay? Broke about fifty different traffic laws getting over here, thinking the worst, you know?”
“You wouldn’t’ve gotten here so quick, though,” Vin retorted.
“You sure about that?” Chris said with a wink.
Vin smiled evilly. “Guess I’ll just have to see, next time it happens.”
END