Vin stretched, gradually awakening as the early morning light began to filter
in through Chris's window. He turned to his right, watching Chris sleep,
listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing of the naked man beside him. Vin
usually woke before Chris, out of habit, and enjoyed watching him sleep.
The blond gunslinger looked so at peace as he lay on his stomach, slumbering.
Even vulnerable, Vin thought. He grinned to himself at how the look of innocence
Chris had in sleep could so belie the man when awake.
"You're starin' at me again," Chris mumbled, then yawned.
"That's not all I'm doin'," Vin grinned, glancing down at his hand
encircling his own already-erect penis.
Chris rolled onto his back. "I can do that for ya."
"Nah, I got things in hand."
"Yeah, I noticed. Careful yer weapon don't go off too quick."
Vin eyed him, grinning slyly. "I can still outlast you, old
man."
Chris propped himself up on his elbows. "Yeah? Care to make a wager on
that?"
In reply, Vin climbed off the bed. Still naked from the night before, he sat
on the rug facing the bed, his back against the wall and his legs spread wide.
"Come on," he prodded.
Chris looked at him a moment, then took his place on the floor opposite Vin,
his back against the bed.
"Ready?"
"Go ahead and start, pard." Vin wrapped his fingers around his
throbbing erection and began to slowly, deliberately stroke his length. His eyes
sparkled hungrily, as he watched Chris's lean fingers do the same to his own
sex.
The room was quiet except for the labored breathing of them both. The sun
continued to rise, sending warm beams of light glistening off the tiny hairs on
their naked legs and arms. Vin bit his lip as the light caught Chris's blond
hair, making it gleam almost like golden wheat. He could feel his balls tighten
slightly.
Chris was watching him intently, the pace of his hand increasing.
Without taking his eyes off Chris, Vin slowly put two fingers into his mouth,
sucking them noisily. The muscles in Chris's face tensed as Vin withdrew his
slicked fingers and used them in a slow, circular motion to moisten the smooth,
purple tip of his penis. Vin almost regretted the action as Chris gasped
slightly. The harsh intake of breath made his own balls tighten all the
more.
He could see that Chris's sac, too, was retreating against his body. He
almost felt his eyes water with desire when Chris reached down with his freehand
and began to massage his scrotum. Vin watched the smooth egg-shapes moving
around in their swollen pouch covered with fine, silky hair. He could feel his
tongue start to tingle with an unsatisfied hunger.
A brief a moment of triumph surged through him as he saw the tiny mouth of
Chris's penis begin to drool slightly, the pearl-like droplet clinging to the
tip. It looked like he might outlast Chris after all, when he felt his own
manhood began to weep slightly.
Chris smiled. Still stroking himself, he carefully wiped the small drop off
his own penis. Vin's eyes were locked as Chris slowly raised his outstretched
finger, then suggestively, seductively, licked his fingertip.
Vin groaned as the muscles in his thighs and belly began to coil. He felt his
scrotum contract, signaling a release he could no longer deny. He leaned his
head back and closed his eyes, his mouth open in inarticulate sounds of ecstasy.
The warm, creamy fluid jetted out of his body, splashing onto his belly, over
his still-pumping fingers, to run in rivulets over his fat, hairy balls and
between his thighs.
The sight was too much for Chris. He let out a choked cry as his own orgasm
began to build.
Vin's eyes took on a feral gleam and he pounced. His mouth engulfed Chris's
length just as the first spurts pumped through the fleshy tube and into Vin's
waiting throat. Vin swallowed eagerly, hungrily, trying not to lose one drop of
his lover's essence.
At last, Chris's climax subsided. Vin grinned up at him, the warm stickiness
drying around the sides of his mouth. He leaned foward and kissed him, letting
Chris taste himself.
"What was this wager for, anyway?" Vin asked suddenly.
"I don't think we decided," said Chris. "Does it matter?"
"No," Vin smiled, and lay down on the floor, the back of his head
resting on Chris's thigh. "Seems to me, we both won."
Chris grinned. "Wanna go for two out of three?"
"What do you think?"
The End
