The Awakening Of Chris


Erotica, Gay
'Mom !'I yelled, `` Paul 's coming up on Friday, is it still OK if he stays here ? ``

'' Of course it is ''.

I texted Paul back - ALL GD M8 ... ..PARTY meter ! ! ! ! !

It was a bit embarrassing really. I am 22 years old and I was still living at home. But let me explain.

My figure is Chris Thomas Jonathan Jackson. I left school day when I was 16 when I scored a wondrous opportunity to do a form in photography and work as an help at a film output home. The pay was n't with child but it was something I was passionate about. I got to mix with some pretty inspirational and illustrious people, travel to filming locations and get wind my patronage under the guidance of some of the most respected cinematographer in the world.

I was favourable that my Dad got moved to a big company in a urban center where the film diligence is huge. This meant that my chance increased tenfold.

My life history was a whirlwind of changing cast, pre-shoot political party, after-shoot parties and during-shoot political party. In my first 4 years I worked on 2 picture that received awards and even had my public figure read out on leg at the Oscar. Shortly afterwards I was promoted. This meant a step up in pay. A big stair up.

I was living at my parents place so I could economize up a depositary for my own place. In the 3 years since I left school day I had managed to put away almost 270 grand. I was a master saver. I paid a small rent contribution to my parents but my Mom ( who was really the only paying attention parent ) was so supportive of me and my desire to set myself up properly that she often let it slip - sometime for months on end.

It also helped that my barely there Dad was a big wig in a financial fellowship and was bringing home a fairly powerful salary.

As far as my living conditions went I had a pretty cool set up. I had my own separate flat, which was basically a 2 account pool house looking out over the out-of-door dining sphere and large kidney shaped pool. I had my own bathroom, kitchen and dwell field. Even though I had the exemption of living alone I was n't into exuberant possessions. My only big ticket leverage had been the 65 column inch flatscreen TV that took up an full corner of the lounge sphere and my monthly subscription to the various play channels.

It was a little slice of paradise that had seen some great party and some hot bedroom activity ( including a semi famous actress who decided to crash at mine one night and ended up stay for a whole hebdomad ).

I knew I had it pretty odoriferous. I tried not to bring reward of it as I knew that I needed to learn how to be a grown up if I wanted to be a home owner. And I would be a habitation owner !

The house was clean up ready for Saul to arrive. Saul of Tarsus had been my upright first mate at school.

We were inseperable from the age of 7. We both loved sport, watching sport, talking about sport ... ... The difference was that he was actively involved in actually participating in versatile variation where I was a 'supporter'and occasional gym goer.

Paul was about the same top as me. Around six one. He was fairly hefty ( a bit too fond of the low cut V neck shirts ! ) whereas I had the physic of guy who looked after himself but was n't a fan of weights.

Paul was currently working for an ad agency based in a city about 3 hour flying time from me. We had kept in touch and met up a few times a year. And matter usually got pretty wild when we did. Too much spirits, flirting with the ladies and herculean hangovers.

I had our weekend all sorted. Fri night was going to be a quietish one. We 'd hook up the game console, order in some pizza and drink some beer. Saturday dawning we 'd head up up into the hills on the motorbikes and do some offroading. Then it would be back place, cascade and then into town to watch the game at Dexy 's bar'n'grillroom. Then on to the club, Syphers, The gumption, Annex and our personal deary Cage.

Billy Sunday would be convalescence and just hanging out and then Paul was heading back on the redeye on Monday morning.

It was going to be a good time.

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The week passed slowly. I was in between shoots so my days were essentially empty. I received occasional calls from producer and various tip of the units making sure enough we had sealed things in place. I went to the gym a few times, caught up with some friends and generally 'hung out'with myself.

When I woke up on Friday morning I was a big money of excitement.

'' Calm down honey '' my mother called after me as I ran through to the garage and hoped into my Mum 's Prius ( yep ... .a Prius ... ..a beige Prius ). I made my way down to the bottle computer memory and got some 6 packs, some bourbon and Thomas More 6 packs. The Brigham Young guy behind the counter looked me up and down and decided asking me for ID was too much of a hassle.

By the good afternoon I was ready to direct out to the drome. The beers were in the chiller, the games cabinet was hooked up and the Pizza edict had been made.

I got to the airport about 10 minutes before Paul 's escape arrived. I checked the arrivals board and saw that his flight of stairs had officially landed. I waited in the arrivals hall until I saw his magnanimous frame emerge through the gate.

He spotted me straight away and burst into a huge smile.

He walked over to me and we hugged, slapped each others binding and did all the usual thing that two males do when they see each other.

The movement home was the grab up sentence. He told me about a little girl he was seeing back home. It had been going on for just under a year but they were having great sex. His job was going well and he had recently been promoted to a Management part. It was unknown that Paul was doing well at oeuvre. The estimate of him hold fast behind an office desk did n't really fit his sexual love of the open air and sporty nature.

He seemed matter to in my modus vivendi with the robust and famous. I told him all about my calendar week long assignation with a famed young lady - his eyes popped out of his question when I mentioned her name.

'' You mean the girl who played Samantha Powers in Fly Away ? ``

'' The very same. ``

'' You lucky bastard. ``

'' Any chance you 'll see her again ? ``

'' Probably not - she 's just started filming a big blockbuster with Channing Tatum. I think I 'm a bit below her pecking rescript now. ``

I was kind of sad about that. She was a really nice girl and absolutely stunning - and she fucked like a wildcat. She had left me her number but after the task we were working on finished she declined to serve my text. Oh well ... ..something to tell the Grandkids.

We pulled into the service department and walked through to my apartment. Paul whistled when he saw my new TV.

'' Man - bachelor lifetime huh. That 60 in ? ``

'' 65 splendid HD column inch '' I grinned.

'' You get the room at the undersurface of the stairs again - get yourself sorted. The pizza will be here in about 30 proceedings. ``

With Alice Paul sorting himself out I took the chance to get everything fired up. The TV and games console switched on, beers no nice and cold, Fri night football show on in the background.

Alice Paul emerged a few minutes later wearing a couple of shorts and tight regular army t-shirt. He was pretty big.

'' You been working out bro ? ``

'' Got ta hit the gym more now that I 'm behind a desk 40 hour a week. ``

'' Surprised that the shirt is n't ripping ... ..Hulk. ``

I could n't believe how much bighearted he was. It was like he had grown an redundant few inches of acme. monolithic berm and sculpted arms tapering into a slender shank. Dude was a storage tank !

'' Probably should let Mom know that you 've arrived. She 'll be happy to see you. ``

We walked past the syndicate and in through the big threshold into the kitchen.

'' MOM ... .Paul 's here. ``

Mom popped up from behind the tabulator. She has obviously been sunning herself by the pool. She was wearing a sarong covering her gloomy half and a lose weight blouse covering her chest.

I probably should evidence you about my Mom.

She is 48 years old ( my Dad is 53 ). She does n't really expect her age though. I would love to say it is because of sporty support and good genes but it is fair to say that she has had a lot of 'help'with maintaining her looks.

She does work hard at the gym and seaworthiness family. This has meant she has kept her physical body athletic and toned. I always noticed her when she sunbathed. She was n't tall, but her legs were slim with a recondite tan. Her stomach was taught with a diminished c-section cicatrix blemishing it 's smoothness. Her chest were perfectly formed but that was purely down to the abilities of Dr Donald Rhinehorn and his famous art in breast augmentation.

Her hair is greying ( which oddly enough she did n't really deal about ), it was medium duration and almost always in a ponytail. She has a warm, favorable face and a sparkling wit.

I can see why my Dad married her.

As she stood up I was slightly abashed that her blouse was revealing a little too much of her thorax. Her white bikini top obvious and her pot on show.

'' Paul ! It 's so wonderful to see you ... ..my God you 've got big ! ``

She walked over to Paul and gave him a huge hug.

She almost disappeared into his embrace. He stood a good foot and a one-half taller then her.

He returned the hug, lifting her off her fundament to the sound of her shrieking.

'' Arrrgh - put me down you behemouth ! ``

She caught up on all the news regarding Paul 's sprightliness. I could see Saul taking sneak peep at her human body. I was relived when the bell rang out.

'' pizza pie. '' I cried out.

'' Well you boys have a good night - it is so just to see you again Apostle Paul. ``

With that she walk through to the other room.

I collected the pizza from the stoner livery guy and walked back to my apartment.

The pizza smelled awful and we were soon tucking into the hot melted cheese goodness.

Paul grinned at me, `` Your Mom is so hot. She 's always been hot. She 's such a MILF. ``

I hated this. Every time Saul came over he would slabber over my Mom.

'' Your a sicko St. Paul. ``

'' Nonsense. If you saw her in a club you 'd front twice. She 's smokin'hot. ``

'' I 'm trying to eat you walking hardon ! ``

Alice Paul laughed.

It was n't as jokey as it sounded. A year ago when Paul was staying I walked in on him wanking while staring out at my Mom as she was sunbathing by the pool.

He made me anticipate that I did n't say anything to her and that he would n't do it again. I was half pissed off and one-half in hysterics. The weirdest part was that after he ran out of the privy I went to fold the window. I saw what he was looking at and had to admit that my Mom fabrication on her backrest with the stifle pulled up was quite a sexy pot. I quickly came to my sense and closed the window.

I gave Saul of Tarsus so much sorrow over the remaining days. I do n't call back I needed to buy a crapulence for that integral weekend.

The dark carried on in a great deal the Lapplander nervure. Both of us giving as good as we received. When the play begun it followed the same playscript. As always St. Paul destroyed me in the car racing secret plan. He had a freakishly good sentiency of placement with the car. Somehow he managed to regain gaps and make miserly cornering control stick. I spent most of the sentence weaving all over the road and crashing into barriers.

In the classic first person shootem ups I was fountainhead and shoulders above him. We played a few round of 'deathmatch'but he rapidly lost pursuit after being killed 20 or 30 times to my once. He threw his accustomed tantrum and we eventually worked together in the cooperation mode. We progressed quickly through degree ... .he was my shank fodder.

But like about dark the gaming was lost to the influx of play ... ..and beer.

With our chemical reaction starting to dull with the creeping splendor of inebriety the controller were laid down and the play fest began.

A few hours later we were drunk. Like properly drunk.

The room was tilted ever so slightly. It was like a carnival funhouse, where perception was just a bantam bit off kilter. But our jape were the shady jokes ever told, our meaningful flush of emotion were so pure and heartfelt it would induce made grandmothers suspire. We sung like holy person to songs that we thought we did n't like. And our dance moves ... ..oh our sweet, fierce saltation moves.

But like all alcohol driven pursuits the payoff are short lived. Soon Apostle Paul 's eyes refused to stay give. I could feel the familiar feeling of my inhalation exceeding my storage capability.

'' sheik, '' Paul drunkenly slurred, `` I 'm going to take in a rain shower. ``

'' OK ... ..I 'm going to puke. ``

Saint Paul walked up the step as I quickly bumped my way to the downstairs toilet. 10 minutes of retching later I felt decidedly better - but with a strong desire to brush my teeth.

I walked out of the toilet and saw that Paul was already out of the exhibitioner and sitting watching some TV.

'' I 've linked the laptop so we can observe some poppycock off my hard drive - that OK ? '' Paul asked.

'' Yeah fine - I 'm going to have a rain shower as well. ``

With that I walked up the stairs and sorted myself out.

15 minutes later I was heading downstairs in my pyjama pants and shirt.

I was greeted by quite a sight.

Paul was sound asleep on the lounge. On the TV his laptop was still feeding through the movie he had put on. I saw in full HD glory the pornography that Paul had been watching. A 'Milf'was being slowly fucked by a young guy. She was moaning in pleasure as the hombre cock thrust in to her. I turned to St. Paul to wake him up when I noticed that he had obviously fallen asleep mid wank.

His script was still down the front of his boxers and even though he was asleep his cock was still relatively erect.

I turned back to the screen and watched as the Milf started to bait the guy. She had raw looking titty that bounced in time with her crusade. She was gasping with the effort.

I felt myself harden at what I was watching.

I put my handwriting down my jammies bottomland and started tugging on my putz. It felt warm and was rapidly hardening to its full duration. The movie neared its end and I watched as the milf, now on her knees, took the cum from the young guy in her mouth and on her face.

The CRT screen went dark as the movie ended and another appeared.

It was a vernal girl with glasses on, on her knees. The video was shot from the POV of the guy. The miss was expertly sucking the guy off. You could discover the moans of the guy mixing in with the groan coming from the girl.

My script still moved slowly over my hammer. I looked over at Paul to make sure he was asleep. He was.

I was going to look back at the screen but instead my optic moved to Paul 's crotch. His bridge player had fallen away from his shorts meaning that the extrusion in his pugilist was now nothing but cock.

The pleasurable sensations that my hand was generating meant that my judgment was far more open to things. Before I really knew what I was doing I reached my hand over and contract my palm up against the front of St. Paul 's boxers.

The thin material did little to disguise the mass of his member. I felt the heat coming off him.

He stirred.

I quickly removed my hand, both from him and me.

But he did n't wake. He just moved his promontory so he was now 'looking'away from me.

After a second of dubiety I once again placed my handwriting on his crotch. This time he did n't make a sound.

I allowed my hand to rest on him as my other hand slowly stroked my rock hard cock.

Gently - almost inperceptively I started to affect my hand over him. I could feel his length. The slightly rounded psyche and the mass of where his testicle were.

As I moved my hand I could feel him hardening. So much so that his boxers started to tighten making it difficult for me to sense him. Still not 100 % that what I was doing was a estimable estimate I concentrated my touch on the head. It felt unbelievable to give birth soul else 's erection under my hand. After a few minutes I felt the first bit of dampness as Paul released a little pre-cum.

But I wanted more.

My own arousal meant that I was suddenly brave. I was debating how I would oppose if he woke up. Would I just carry on, would I run out of the room, would I feign sleep ?

All I knew is that stroking him through his drawers was n't enough anymore.

I noticed that his boxers had a button fly. As gently as I could manage I undid the buttons. when the last one popped I moved his boxers so that his cock could resign through the gap.

In a topic of second Saul 's shaft was standing proudly in the soft glow of the TV.

It was big. About 7 or 8 in. He was circumsized so his purpurate head was on wide-cut display. The diaphysis was thick with a heavy vein along the undersurface. I saw very little hairsbreadth. It looked smooth, almost glistening. The head was slightly wet due to the pre-cum.

I realized that I was sitting there jerking myself off while looking at it. I sat up a trivial and moved into a position that allowed my hand to have wanton admittance to him. I prepared to wank off my first cock ( obviously early than my own ).

I clasped my handwriting around his cinch. It was warm - almost hot to the touch. I moved my hired man and completed my maiden ever ticker of another mans cock. I was exhilarated.

Carefully I started to slide my hand up and down his slam. I made sure that my pumps were smooth and unwavering. I was so turned on that I thought I was going to cum.

I decided to leave behind myself alone and concentrate on Saul.

I watched intensely as my deal slid up and down him. I watched the skin pull taught in the downward stroke and then rejoin to its natural tensity on the upward.

My eyes were always being drawn to the head of his shaft as his pre-cum began to course freely. I could feel the lubricating effects as it dripped down onto my hand.

The notion of his pulsing member in my deal was so familiar but yet so unknown to me.

The one thing I did recognize though was the feeling that he was close to coming. Even though he was asleep I could see his groin occasionally thrusting and jerking.

I grabbed my still erect cock and started to pump it in metre with the strokes on Apostle of the Gentiles. I was so enthralled with my experience that I was set up to cum within seconds.

I slowed myself down until I was sure Saul of Tarsus was going to cum.

I felt his turncock expand and a indulgent groan emit from his lip. Suddenly his jism nip out in 3 powerful volcanic eruption. Thick ropes of white cum debut upwards and then falling onto his lap and my arm.

I covered my mitt with his hot sperm. When he finished ejaculating I placed my cum covered hand around my prick and proceeded to wank myself to an intense orgasm - my cum mixing with his.

As I lay panting from the violence of my sexual climax I was almost immediately swamped with ruefulness and fear. What had I done ? How would I explain it ? What if I had been caught ? Am I gay ? Is Paul gay ?

I quickly got up and started to walk away. I turned and saw Paul 's semi hard stopcock still poking out of his packer. I walked back over to him and pushed him back through the hole. Maybe he would cogitate he just had a wet dream or something ?

I walked up to my room and cleaned my hands in the basin. The warm water washed away the now sticky residue of Paul and myself. I climbed into bed. It felt like I was on machinelike pilot. I could n't believe what I had just done.

The strangest opinion of all was that even though I was wracked with guilt feelings and impending doom I was also turned on.

So much so that as I lay there thinking about it I felt myself harden again.

Ten minutes later, after I bought myself to orgasm again, my center started to fill up. I barely registered the moist patch in my packer or the feeling of my just released cum trickling down my crotch.

Exertion and alcohol won the day.

Whatever happened in the morning would be dealt with then ... ..for now - it was clock time to log Z's .
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