Chris and Max

From your Author: RJC.

I remember fifteen hundred days ago as I sat in shock, ‘Please don’t let him take my hot water.’ That’s what I thought. When I was having a problem with the ending of ‘Robby and Ryan’ I created my first distraction. ‘The Start’. R&R was the first thing I did and was nonfiction.

It was a long ordeal of me and my soulmate, something screaming inside me wanting out. ‘The Start’ allowed me the time required to finish what I’d started out of need. It is the only story I showed my true colors and the disdain I have for the orange child.

I am thankful he hasn’t found a way to take my hot water but, all the other shit. Our Commander in a highchair, the diapered child who still runs our country, could find a way to take my hot water.

I could say that I have no intention of offending those who luv ‘Honey Bobo’. I won’t. If you are in luv with a grifter, can’t see through your Trump colored glasses, what is your ass doing reading this???

I’d like to see just how low the ratings can go and how nasty comments can get if you have the nerve. I am as embarrassed, as I’m sure, three hundred million Americans are. The man in Huggies who is still the leader of the free world is going to throw a world-wide tantrum. We’ll all suffer together because words hurt. RJC. 

He scooted down a little, spread his cheek with his left, and pushed a finger from his right hand up his butt. He wiggled a little till it was all the way in. “Dude, I feel something.”

“Probably a big old terd.” I told him reaching for his cock that looked so much like mine.

“Chris? It’s.” And he took a deep breath.

“There’s something up there. I think I could cum just touching it.” And I held the base of his cock as he moved across the thing in his butt.

I felt his nuts pull up so far, the base of his cock grew, and he launched. Max is a big shooter, globs of cum would hang on his chest and stomach, must have launched five feet in the air.

“Dude. There is seriously something up there, like a trigger, a cum trigger.” And his head fell back.

He’d rained cum down on my hand, his chest, stomach, and balls. I licked it off my hand and arm, scooped some off him, and tasted my friend's cum again. “How does it taste?” He asked catching me.

“Not as good as mine,” I told him with a smile.

“You got to try it, Dude. Pull your trigger.” He announced.

“I am not sticking my finger up my ass,” I told him.

“I’ll do it for you, Chris.” He said with enthusiasm.

Now hurdles had been jumped, some I never saw cuming. “You are not sticking a finger in my ass. I’m good with jacking off.”

“Fine. But you have no idea what you’re missing.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” I finished.

“You said she liked it. You saw what it did to me. Are you afraid you’ll like it?” Now that was a challenge.

“Fine.” I said.

“You’re gonna let me do it?” He was excited.

That caused a thought. Would I like it? Was I going to let him put a finger in my butt? Is there really a cum trigger in my ass? “Yes.” I finally told him.

He was all in. “My finger was dry so I’ll use some of the jack-off lube.” And I was feeling vulnerable, to say the least.

“You ever tell and I’ll kill you, Max.” Who would I tell Chris, he asked?

“You’re gonna love this.” And he crawled between my legs like he was looking forward to it.

I’d never graduated to ass-play not that I had honestly thought about it. “This is cold. You need to pull your cheeks apart or spread your legs.”

Now that just sounded bossy. But I spread pulling my cheeks apart. He was right; it was cold. It felt funny, something going in through the outdoor. And after a slow intrusion, he found the cum trigger. Bingo.

I had started to soften but when he found that spot I was hard as a diamond. “See. I told you. Your ass is so… tight.” I didn’t need to hear that.

I was at wit's end, my head back, eyes closed. His finger was rubbing across something he called a trigger; I was soon to find out that it was indeed a trigger. It felt awesome, I wondered if you could feel the same without a finger.

He grasped my cock with the free hand and banged me with the other. I didn’t even realize he’d stopped moving and I was riding his hand unknowingly. I’d pulled off far enough for him to secretly add his index finger and I hardly noticed.

Now with two fingers, he massaged whatever it was in my ass. “Do you want me to jack you?” He asked?

I shook my head, no. “Keep doing what you’re doing.” Couldn’t believe I said that.

“OK.” And he did just that.

He sawed on what was hidden from sight, whatever it was that hid up my ass. He was into it as much as I. “Your balls are pulling up; you’re gonna cum real soon.”

Like I needed him to tell me that? His grip on my stones was a surprise, he pulled them away from my body, squeezed, then dropped them. To say I came is an understatement.

It was almost painful. He sawed those

fingers across my, cum trigger, even scratched it. Then with every stroke, another shot was catapulted from my cock. “Told you, Dude.” He said with pride knowing he was right.

We had crossed a huge boundary, I’d actually held his fine cock as he came and cleaned my hand with my tongue. I let him put a finger in my ass, wait, two fingers. “You lie, Dude. Mine tastes way better,” as he licked his hand.

I was drained, my dick hurt from the amount I produced. He didn’t remove his fingers and just kept stroking softly and I didn’t go limp. He started all over again as I moaned; went back and forth, a little more pressure with each stroke.

I noticed a difference, it wasn’t fingers, anymore, but his thumb. The raking of that blunter object was a whole new feel and with no talking, he pushed me to a place of dehydration. Another shower rained down and I felt his hot cum join with mine.

He wasn’t jacking himself or me. He was fucking my ass with his thumb and it made him cum. “I should go wash my hands,” he said taking away what had brought the biggest cums of my life.

I was drained to the point of pruning up; the only movement I could muster was getting under the covers. I had a queen-size bed and we’d shared it on many occasions. There’d always been distance, but not tonight. We had crossed so… many lines that tonight we actually slept together and not just a couple of guys sharing the same bed.

He spooned up behind me kissing my neck, a hand came around resting on my stomach, and he kissed my neck again. Remembering what he did to me I pushed my butt back against his soft cock.

From your Author.

I voiced at the start my true feelings, put out a challenge that would find me in the dirt. What the toddler in a trench-coat behind, the bullet-proof glass did; was insight a riot. The enablers did, like Giuliani did, promoted more hate and false claims.

I know this is a ‘fuck platform’, a place where readers can go for comfort; I’m sorry if I’ve crossed a line. Words do hurt, and I try hard not to let them fall loosely from me. I have hopefully thirteen days of hot water to wash away my sins.

I wish our host well, a speedy recovery, and well-wishes to all who are challenged by the life of today. My new favorite grope, ‘Bars and Melody’. RJC.