An Afternoon Dip

I walked in a daze behind Chris, my body feeling it after getting railed by him on the daybed in the shade of the gazebo. The sun, still hot, was beginning to get an orange tinge to it as afternoon slowly transitioned into evening. With each step, the large bulbous plug sitting just inside my asshole shifted and sent a shock of electricity through my body. My cock, which had been soft while getting fucked, was stiffening up as I made my way to the outdoor shower. By the time I reached Chris it was chubby with increased blood flow but not close to hard.

Chris turned on the water to heat it up slightly. While we waited, he put one hand on my waist. With the other, reached around me and put pressure on the hilt of the butt plug in my ass. Simultaneously, he leaned in and aggressively kissed me, practically jamming his tongue in my mouth. The dual stimulation made me squeal, which in turn led to Chris laughing with delight. I smiled up at him as we looked into each other's eyes.

Chris moved us both into the warm water of the shower. He pointed to a bottle of body wash and said, "Why don't you give my body a scrub."

I was pleasantly surprised as I'd never really done something like that. The act felt incredibly intimate and subservient, I'm sure in no small part due to the fact that he had just had his cock buried in me and neither of us had yet gotten off.

I squirted the body wash into my hands, built up a lather, and explored Chris's body while giving him a wash. I made sure to get everything nice and squeaky clean. As I reached his erogenous zones, I noticed and felt his cock jump. It had never fully deflated after he had prematurely ended the pounding he had been giving me earlier.

Once Chris was clean and rinsed off and I was pretty much drooling with lust, he stepped out of the shower.

"I'm gonna fix a couple drinks, come join me when you're done."

I was left to my own thoughts as he toweled himself off briefly, put his robe back on, and made his way to the house.

I washed off and rinsed, ruminating on what had gone down that day. My hole was aching after the pounding it had taken and I could taste Chris on my mouth. The weight of the butt plug and the fact that my hole was being continuously stimulated by the shaft of said plug kept reminding me that we weren't done and I eagerly finished up and turned off the shower.

I went over to where the towels were and used it to dry myself. I realized that the towel was big enough for its purpose but that I wasn't going to be able to cover myself up with it, so I would be remaining naked. I'm not sure if it was on purpose that I wouldn't be able to wrap myself in the towel but yet again I felt the disparity of my body being exposed while Chris was comfortably clothed in his flattering little robe.

I leaned into it and strutted naked, still enjoying the shifting plug in my ass, into the house and into the kitchen where Chris was pouring a mixed drink into two glasses.

"Feel good?", he asked.

"Felt great. Thanks," I said as I accepted my drink.

There was a long silence as we savored a couple sips of the beverage. To be honest, I don't remember what the heck it tasted like or what it was. I was still pretty riled up.

It felt like Chris was perhaps savoring my state as he slowly consumed his drink and watched me shifting in space.

We conversed as we leaned on opposite sides of the counter, resting. He asked me about my life outside of the golf course and cheekily asked me about my sex life. Basically, how much dick I get at school. I laughed and told him I do alright.

I was finished with my drink within a couple minutes. Chris took a little longer and, as I said, seemed to enjoy watching me shift in my state of constant arousal, naked, with the plug sitting firmly inside me and my ass lips being dilated slightly by the neck. He wore a slight grin the entire time.

As he finished, he stood up, stretched, and rubbed his chest, straightened his robe and said, "Do you want to see the rest of the house?"

"Uhh..sure," I replied, not sure if he was actually give me a tour or if we were going to be going somewhere to finally finish things off. I was pretty sure it was the latter but I couldn't be positive he wasn't going to be torturing me that much more.

Chris led me toward the front door and said, "Let's start upstairs."

I had a feeling this meant we'd be heading to the bedroom, much to my relief.

Upstairs, we walked towards large double doors and into the master bedroom. Chris walked in and opened up another pair of doors that led to a balcony looking over the back yard which let the warm air rush into the cool room. I stood just inside the door awaiting my instructions.

Chris turned and asked, "You like it?"

"It's beautiful," I replied sincerely.

Chris considered me and said, "It sure is.."

He wasn't talking about the bedroom.

Chris walked up to me, took my hand and kissed me deeply but shortly.

I was spellbound.

He walked backwards, pulling me toward the bed. He patted the edge of the bed and said, "Take a seat."

I sat down and felt the plug shift around, knocking my prostate and causing me to involuntarily swivel my hips and moan lightly.

Chris smiled and put his hands on his hips.

"You ready to get back to it?", he asked, knowing the answer, I'm sure.

I nodded demurely.

Chris put his hand on my chest and pushed me lightly back onto the bed, my legs still over the side and hanging down. Chris grabbed both legs and pulled them up, exposing my asshole, with the hilt of the butt plug sticking out toward him. Chris grasped the hilt and began to slowly rotate the toy, he swiveled it around and began to lightly apply pressure outward, teasing me, making me think he was going to take it out and expose my ass to the air. It felt like it took forever but it really wasn't long before I felt him applying more pressure to remove the ball from inside me. I pushed out with consistent even force and gradually I felt my hole dilate, the sphincter slowly spreading wider and wider before it gave in and stretched to the full diameter of the plug, which was expelled with a slight pop.

I groaned with the exertion and then sighed in relief.

I had unconsciously closed my eyes with the exertion of the plug removal. When I opened them, I realized Chris had shed his robe during the process. His perfectly hairy, muscled, sightly glistening body lorded over me and his cock, completely hard and obviously well lubed was pointing right at my upturned, gaping hole. I was not expecting it to happen so quickly but I was incredibly grateful when I felt and watched Chris's cock plug up my puffy, well-worked sphincter and then sink all the way in with one smooth, confident stroke.

I moaned and exclaimed, "Oh fuck!" as Chris's hips settled onto my perky ass cheeks.

"MMMM...that's right," Chris replied, lust completely taking him over.

Chris grabbed both my ankles and spread my long, thing legs as wide as he could, opening me up as much as was possible to his assault on my insides. He began to steadily, rhythmically stroke in and out. The room was filled with the familiar, "thwack, thwack, thwack...", of flesh hitting flesh which is inevitably accompanied by moans, groans, squeals, and exclamations of pleasure.

I stretched out my upper body to look as sexy as possible while he railed me out, my stomach flat, my waist thin. I settled into a euphoric, sweaty, high. I was crying out with each impact. Because of all the work it had done, my ass was feeling tender and sensitive. My prostate had been stimulated for so long it was just in a constant state of dull ache. My hole was stretched taut around his formidable, heaving cock.

Chris began to fuck me harder and harder. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh grew sweatier and therefore wetter, louder, and stickier. We reached a fever pitch.

I could feel it coming and to no surprise of either of us, Chris suddenly roared, "Oh, fuck yeah!", and pushed so hard into me it felt like he wanted to sink far deeper inside of me than he already was. I knew he was flooding my insides with cum, making me that much more his. As he came, he executed a couple short, very powerful strokes, which caused me to yelp upon impact back into my guts.

Chris finished his massive orgasm and he collapsed onto me, releasing my legs, his dick still buried to the hilt inside me. He lifted his head off my chest and kissed me hard. I wrapped my legs around him and savored the feeling of having been bred by this incredibly sexy man.

Chris slowly pulled off me, breathing heavily. He smiled and laughed before sinking to his knees.

Chris spread my legs and pushed them up. I felt Chris grab my semi-hard cock and begin to stroke it. At the same time I felt him sink two fingers into my ass and continue to assault it. Very quickly, I felt my brain begin to get fuzzy and my cock got rock hard. Chris added a finger into my ass and I suddenly felt something wet and warm on my dick. I realized it was Chris engulfing me with his mouth and I began to writhe around on the bed, my body being fully stimulated by the efforts of my man.

It took very little time before I felt the heat begin to rise in my loins. I whined, moaned, squealed, "Oh my fucking god...ohhhh!" I thrust my hips up and down as I lost all control and began to shoot ropes of semen into Chris's mouth. Chris could tell it was coming, was ready, and vacuumed each bolt of cum that shot out of me, swallowing quickly. He tried to continue to stimulate my battered asshole but the strength of my orgasm squeezed his fingers out.

He began to stroke my legs as I calmed down from my amazing, overwhelming orgasm. I was heaving and sighing. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, that felt so good...", I said, to no one in particular.

When I finally returned to reality, I lifted my head and watched Chris go get a towel to clean up. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling while he ran water to wet the towel. I lifted my feet onto the bed and let my swollen, happily aching asshole breath. I could feel it was well gaped and there was a pool of Chris's seed pooling inside it and slowly dripping out down my smooth crack onto the bed. I was absolutely euphoric, exhausted, and satisfied. I felt sexy, slutty, and hot as fuck. I felt perfect.

Chris returned and cleaned me up with the towel as well as he could. He was very gentle and it felt nice to be treated with such care. It felt he was returning the favor from earlier when I had subserviently cleaned him in between fuckings.

After we showered, we made our way downstairs and I began to get dressed. We had said very little but not in an awkward way. We were both just lost in our tired post-coital happiness.

I could feel every muscle in my body ache. Especially, of course, my deliciously battered asshole.

Chris walked me to the door and we stopped just before it. In the hallway he looked me in the eyes and told me what a good time he had. I smiled up at him and he leaned in, held my hips, and we enjoyed a tender kiss.

I departed with that smile on my face all the way home. By this point it was almost dark. We had been at it for quite a while.

Later, I took a look at the forecast. It looked like the next week was going to be another hot one. Maybe, I'd be invited for another swim. I had a feeling I would.