As the intensity of the moment passed, I felt him shudder and surrender,
collapsing backwards, his eyes closed. Whatever had been supporting me gave
way and I collapsed onto him, unable to hold my own weight. Mashing my chest
against his stomach, feeling the sticky warmth of his cum spread across my
skin. How long we lay like that I don't know, but my cock remained hard,
slowly subsiding but still firm and buried within him. Realising I must be
crushing him I lifted onto my elbows.
"Oh god, Neale, that was incredible" he murmured to me, his face lit up with
a tired but sated smile.
"You don't have to tell me, Mike ..." I said softly. "... I could stay buried in
you forever, you are so good". I leaned forward and kissed him gently,
staring into his eyes. "I love you!" I said simply, but meant it with all my
heart.
"Oh, and how I love you too," he answered quietly. His eyes told me he meant
it as much as I did. Tears began to form, and when I tried to wipe them
away, I could see the moisture on his cheeks as well.
All too soon, I could feel my erection subsiding, could feel him trying to
grip at me, but needing to push me out as well. Carefully I pulled away from
him, checking the rubber was still intact. Exhausted, I collapsed beside
him. For ages we lay there together, basking in the afterglow of our sex,
and the enormity of our sudden but unrepentant commitment to each other. We
laughed easily, smiled at each other, touched and caressed some more. I felt
so relaxed, so happy, and he felt the same I could tell.
"So much for getting you a change of clothes and then something to eat!" he
declared, teasing me with his fingers trailing along my side.
"Don't you like what I'm wearing?" I pretended hurt.
"More than I could ever tell you!" he exclaimed, "but I don't know that I
want to share it with the world, at least not at lunchtime in a café...!" he
winked evilly. "... although seeing you like that in public does have a
certain erotic appeal," he added, smiling.
Realising that we hadn't eaten at all, and basking in the warmth of newly
declared love, we reluctantly decided to get moving. We dragged ourselves
regretfully from the bed, and he helped me from the chaps and harness, all
the while telling me how much he wished I could keep them on permanently. We
cleaned each other up, resisting the temptation to take another shower and
settling for mutual sponge baths, administered very slowly and sensuously to
each other.
As we dressed, we touched constantly, laughed easily as one. It occurred to
me that I had found my soul mate. He slipped into a pair of comfortable
jeans and a shirt, while I retrieved my T shirt and leather pants from the
night before. As I pulled the pants up, he grabbed my arse, squeezing.
Incredibly I started to get hard again. I looked at him, pulled his face to
mine and kissed him.
"Oh Neale, ..." he said. "I could never get enough of you, but don't get me
started or we'll never get you home".
"So what's wrong with that?" I teased.
"Nothing at all." Was his instant reply, "... although I'm curious to see your
place, and to compare your wardrobe ..." he winked.
Feeling suddenly guilty it struck me that he hadn't even known where I lived
yet, and here we were declaring our eternal love.
"Shit" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry ... It's not too fast for you is it?"
"Absolutely not, stud!" he became serious again. "I love you, and I know it
from the depths of my heart. It just occurs to me that we could be having
twice as much enjoyment if your leather collection and mine are combined."
Then he broke into a huge, mischievous grin again.
I kissed him quickly. "I couldn't agree more. What are we waiting for?" and
headed out of the door. He laughed and raced behind me, squeezing my leather
clad arse cheek again.
"You're not going anywhere without me ..." he laughed, and then softer but
smiling even wider "... EVER AGAIN!"
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