Chris, the Trophy Husband

When I woke up, the first thing I felt was the hand on my dick. I realized quite quickly that it wasn’t either of my own hands. Then I felt the head on my shoulder and remembered where I was. Chris’s boner was still pushing into my leg.

Waking up in Chris and Raenia’s bed, I felt so guilty. Although Raenia hadn’t mentioned it in her rules, one of the many pieces of paper on the table in the living room, it still felt like I had broken something. Her trust, maybe.

Just sleeping in their bed was one thing, having Chris’s hand inside my underwear, and being incredibly turned on by it, was definitely another. As I thought back to the day before, I do believe I stood behind every decision I had made. I just never thought it would lead me here.

I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 5:37. It was early, but I had gone to bed quite early as well. Chris still seemed completely out of it, as I pulled his arm up so his hand would leave my underwear. His light snoring was at no point interrupted. Not even when I pushed his shoulder and his entire body toppled over onto his back. His boner bounced up and down as it pointed straight up again, clearly hard as a rock.

I got up and wandered out into the hallway to my own bedroom. I sat on the bed. I figured I would just let Chris slumber, knowing that when he woke up, the meds would have worn off and his leg would probably start to hurt.

I noticed my phone on my nightstand, where it was charging. I had a text from Raenia. I immediately felt myself get warm. It was sent at 10:18 last night.

‘Hi Jose, was hoping to get an update on how Chris and Scaramouch (and the house!) are doing, but noticed Chris’s phone is turned off. Any chance you could call me? Tomorrow morning also works.’

I noticed I’d held my breath as I read her text and now finally exhaled. I texted back.

‘Hey Raenia, let me know if you’re up, I can call now.’

I walked downstairs to the kitchen. Scaramouch was very happy to see me and followed me. I poured myself a glass of OJ and walked onto the pool patio. As I sat down, my phone buzzed. Raenia was calling.

“Hey”, I said.

“Jose! It’s so good to hear your voice!”

Her liveliness and enthusiasm at 6:00 AM in the morning was admirable.

“Tell me everything, what have I missed!”

I said Scaramouch was laying on the ground beside me as I was sitting by the pool. This seemed to surprise Raenia. I told her he had been a very good boy, showing his face more and more. He just seemed happy that I was there.

“Chris, well, he got a stern talking to from Cole yesterday.”

“Oh good, I love that guy!”

“Chris wasn’t taking his pain meds after overdoing it.”

Raenia laughed.

“Both him overdoing it and him not taking his pain meds are so unsurprising.”

“He’s been taking them two days in a row now though. He’s still sleeping it off.”

“Oh, good. That explains why he hasn’t been answering calls or texts. He goes so completely out of it for hours”, she chuckled. “I did forget to tell you one thing, though… He, uhm… gets a little… free. Sometimes. When he takes those.”

I smiled.

“I think the word you’re looking for is frisky.”

Raenia laughed.

“That’s it, that’s the word. I’m sorry, I hope he didn’t get too weird.”

“Last night he wanted to cuddle”, I said. I felt good sharing this with her, it made me feel less guilty.

“Oh OK, the cuddling is the least of your worries. I’m glad it hasn’t gone any further.”

It obviously had, but I felt like I didn’t need to tell her that. Just her knowing that things could potentially get out of hand with Chris once he takes his meds, already made me feel so relieved. Raenia then asked about how construction had been and the conversation drifted into a different direction. She said it had been so busy to be on tour, but she was so happy to be working and time was going by so quickly.

At the end of our call, Raenia said she was going to be on a national talkshow in a few hours. I promised Chris and I would make sure to be back from physical therapy and watch her. She also asked me to ask Chris to call her later that day.

When I hung up, I felt so much better. I gave Scaramouch some food and fresh water. I decided to check in on Chris. When I went up the stairs, Scaramouch stayed behind. He meowed.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”

I walked into Chris’s bedroom and immediately heard grunting. I poked my head in and saw he was in pretty much the same position I left him in, but awake. He was rubbing his head. His cock was still completely erect.

“Hey, good mo-“, I started.

Chris gasped. In a panic he tried to cover himself with two hands and failing. His balls and part of his dick were still showing.

“Oh my God, Jose! I am so sorry, I-I… I just woke up.”

I chuckled.

“I-I’m sorry, but I mean… I already saw it last night.”

“Oh no”, he said as he let his head fall back onto the pillow.

“Don’t worry about it”, I said, “Just let me know if you need anything.”

Just as I started to leave, I heard him.

“Jose? Please help.”

I looked back and with one hand Chris was reaching out to me. His cock and balls now mostly exposed.

“Bring me my crutches please?”

He was quite cheeky and I could only say I quite liked it.

I started making breakfast and was just about finished when Chris called me again to help him go down the stairs. Again, watching his cock – although it was clearly soft now – bounce around in his shorts with each step was quite the turn-on.

I told Chris about Raenia’s phonecall.

“Yeah, I’d noticed she had called. But I must have been completely out of it again.”

I smiled.

“Don’t even tell me, I think I’m better off not knowing.”

I chuckled.

On our way to physical therapy, Chris showed me he had brought his own strip of the pain medication.

“Cole wanted me to take one before the next session”, he said.

“What if you just take half?”, I suggested.

“Yeah, let’s try that”, he agreed.

After I had dropped Chris off, I decided to call Samuel while I was still in the carpark.

“Jose! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing good!”

“Has it been the change you’ve been looking for, so far?”

“I think so! It’s so good to be out of my routine. I kind of want to move somewhere warmer now.”

“Don’t we all, don’t we all. So how’s the babysitting going?”

“Well… I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Start with the cat. Please tell me you didn’t forget about the cat.”

I laughed.

“The cat is just the cutest, and he’s doing fine, don’t worry.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

“And Chris, well, he’s great. Smart guy, so friendly, very nice to look at…”

“Uh huh…”

“But he has these pain meds, and I swear he gets completely high whenever he takes them.”

Samuel laughed.

“That’s amazing. High as in, all chilled out on the sofa?”

“He’s just all over the place. Very happy and energetic, back to being very tired and chill, and, well, quite sexual.”

“Oh Lord. What have you seen?”

“I… saw… everything.”

Samuel made a sound on the other end of the line that I could only describe as a scream of joy.

“You’re so lucky.”

I chuckled and shrugged.

“I guess. It’s still slightly annoying that he’s completely unattainable.”

“Yeah, in your position, I can kind of understand that.”

“Did meet this construction worker though, he was way more attainable.”

“Ooh, are you going to do something with him?”

“I don’t think so, he just made me realize that I am in fact over my ex. Finally.”

“That’s good! So that’s at least something you’re taking home.”

I smiled and realized he was right.

When I drove Chris home, he seemed so happy and carefree. But not in that typically energetic way. Just silently sitting in the passenger seat, smiling at things outside of the window.

“I’m in the mood for ice cream”, he randomly said.

“There’s a tub of ice cream back at the house.”

“Fantastic”, he said, without looking at me.

Back in the villa, I made a bowl of ice cream for Chris. He had been really bad about upholding his diet, and I knew he didn’t care. I watched him eat with a smile on his face and I couldn’t help but smile myself.

“Was it good?”, I asked when he had finished.

He nodded.

“It was awesome!”

He still had some ice cream on his upper lip. I took the empty bowl and put it in the sink.

“Good.”

“Thank you so much, Jose. Thanks for everything.”

“You’re very welcome!”

The meds were still having an effect on him, but it was very clear that it wasn’t as extreme now that he only took half a pill.

“You’ve been so nice. You’ve helped me so much.”

I noticed I was starting to blush.

“Don’t worry about it”, I said.

“I think I love you.”

I chuckled.

Silence. His eyes very intensely stared into mine.

Chris stood up.

“Careful”, I said, as I walked toward him to support him in what I assumed was the short journey to the sofa.

He threw his arms around me.

“You’re the best”, he said.

There was just no way to prepare for what came next. To me, it came out of nowhere, yet in hindsight I felt like I should have seen it coming.

He kissed me so very passionately as his hands travelled down from my neck to my chest. I was instantly very aroused. This was the kind of kiss that came from such an erotic place, all I could do was give in, as I just stood there and let it happen.

Chris was such a good kisser, I just stopped thinking and worrying about anything and got lost in the moment. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. One of my hands wandered down and squeezed his butt.

“Hmmm…”, I heard him moan into my mouth.

“I really want you to fuck me”, he suddenly said the second he stopped the kiss.

“Really?”

The entire moment felt so surreal. I remembered that technically he was still slightly drugged up. Not as much as the days before, but still.

“Yeah”, he said, nodding enthusiastically. “And I’ve always wanted someone to eat my ass.”

I chuckled. I felt like I was in a dream. A very good one.

Chris undid the drawstrings of his sweat shorts and they immediately fell to the floor. Because I knew what his cock looked like fully hard, I also knew he wasn’t there yet, but at the very least had a semi. He smiled at me. I smiled back.

We made our way over to the sofa, and he let himself fall onto the sofa, face forward, one leg up on the seat, to give me access. He looked fucking hot as I felt my cock twitch in my jeans. There was just no way I could resist. And it seemed like Chris knew that.

“Is this OK?”, he asked.

“It’s… perfect.”

I kneeled down and put a hand on each of his fuzzy cheeks. I jiggled them. They were just athletic works of art. As I spread them, a tight, pink hole appeared. I was so turned on, I just went to town on him.

Chris’s reaction to being eaten out was quite vocal.

“Oh wow… that just feels… amazing….”, he mumbled in a moaning tone of voice.

And I just love making him sound like that. His ass tasted like heaven. I realized it had been so long since I had done this, been this intimate with someone. I had missed it so much, I could barely contain myself as I gave Chris a sloppy, wet rimjob.

“Ohhhh… you are so good at that Jose…”

I was realizing his moaning only made me want to fuck him more. I knew that if I allowed myself to think for even a second, I would immediately stop. So I just decided not to think. I took off my T-shirt and started unbuttoning my jeans.

“Are there condoms anywhere around here?”

“The weird kitchen drawer that has everything”, Chris said.

I laughed and immediately knew which one.

When I was ready to penetrate him, he looked back at me.

“Please be gentle. I-It’s my first time.”

I smiled.

“Of course.”

I just knew this was going to be one of the hottest fucks of my life.

I slowly let my cock enter his virgin hole. As I just let the head go in, Chris grunted, presumably from pain. But as I slowly let the rest of my cock go into him, I heard expressions of surprise and then excitement. I could feel his body get less tense as his hole relaxed more and more. Soon enough, we were both completely loving it. His moans were long and guttural. I fucked him so slow and so sensually, as I let my hands grab his beautifully round ass.

I wanted to see his face, so I pulled out and let him turn over. His sweaty hair stuck to his head. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum.

“This is so good, Jose.”

“I know”, I said.

I entered him again and his moans restarted, as I saw his face express so much ecstasy and pleasure.

“Ohhhhh…..”

A pool of precum started to form on his stomach as I continued to fuck him. At no point did he touch his cock as it remained rock hard. I decided to grab it and jerk it.

“Oh my God, ahhhh…”, was all Chris could say as his eyes rolled up and he let his head fall back.

Spurt after spurt of semen jumped into the sky. I was so taken aback. I had never seen anyone cum like this. His cock was like a fountain. Semen landed on his stomach and chest, on his face, on me, and on the sofa. Seven spurts if I counted correctly. Everything was soaked.

I was so impressed and turned on, I had to pull out, take off the condom and I was already cumming, adding my own semen to the mix on Chris’s stomach.

Once I finished cumming, I looked up and noticed Chris was looking at me.

“That was so hot”, he smiled.

He didn’t seem drugged up in the slightest.

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“But then how did he end up here in Columbus with you?”

“We felt like it was just better. He was always happier to be with me than he was with Raenia.”

“I can’t believe that ever happened”, Samuel said.

“Well, it was far from the most unbelievable thing that happened those four weeks in Tampa”, I replied.

Scaramouch was all sleepy in my lap as Samuel sat next to me on the sofa. Samuel laughed.

“You’re sticking to the story that you and Chris fucked like bunnies while you were there?”

“Oh yeah.”

“And that’s why Chris and Raenia are broken up?”

“Well. They were having some problems already.”

“Right. You just gave him that nudge.”

I chuckled.

“Not what I’m saying.”

It had been quite surreal to basically have an affair with a celebrity. Yet after I had come back to Columbus, there had only been a few texts until there was no more contact at all. The breakup had been highly publicized and I knew I wouldn’t want to be mentioned in any way. Part of me had always considered Chris to be unattainable. I counted my lucky stars that I had been able to sleep with him several times. But that was it. Once I was back in Columbus, I could pick up where I left off, and still feel like I’d had a fresh start.

Samuel, Scaramouch and I watched the 2021 US Open finals. Chris had come back so well after his injury and was working on the second surge in his career. The breakup must have really gotten him to focus on tennis. He was facing Igor Lebedev, the Russian who had won the tournament the year before.

“Matchpoint Wisniewski”, the umpire announced.

This entire tournament, I had found it so hot to watch Chris play. His round ass in those clingy white shorts. His hair all sweaty and stuck to his head reminded me of when we used to fuck. He managed to play back every shot that Lebedev was giving him. And with one smooth backhand, he managed to win the shot and the title.

“Oh, wow!”, Samuel said.

I was so proud of Chris. After seeing him the way I had the year before, I never could have guessed he could do this.

The next day, I woke up bright and early. Scaramouch was still sleeping in his little bed. I walked to the window and realized Columbus was making me happy again. I was dating guys, I had a new job, I was moving on.

My phone rang. It was Chris.

“Hey!”, I said.

“Hey.”

His voice sounded so good.

“Did you watch?”, he asked.

“Of course I watched, I am so proud of you! Congratulations!”

I could hear him chuckle.

“Thanks.”

Silence.

“I-uhh… I have a question”, he continued.

“Sure.”

“Could I, uhh… Could I come to Columbus and maybe take care of you this time?”

I laughed.

“I don’t need taking care of”, I replied.

“You know what I mean!”

I laughed again, nervously.

“I’d like to come visit, and not just to see Scaramouch.”

I blushed.

“I-I… I’d love that.”

THE END