4 Years Later (Remembering Cyprus)

Lying on my bed, I can still feel my body shivering, still smell cum and still wish everything that happened yesterday was only a dream… a wet dream for that matter. A dream coming right out from one of those books or maybe from one of my deepest darkest desires and fantasies.

It’s been a while since that episode in Cyprus and I figured that was it. A simple experience I needed to have. Another physical or flesh pleasure that I had to try.

Yet I can still hear Chad’s heart beating in harmony with mine, still feel his breath down my neck, his chest pressing against mine. And, at this moment I can still remember his musk, the smell of his sweat which, with mine, was lubricating our bodies and making our contacts smooth.

He was almost 23 back then but now, 4 years went by and I figured my lust for other men was just over. I was supposed to forget everything and continue with my life. I was supposed to forget his toungue roaming my mouth, his lips on my neck, his hands around my waste, his dick between my legs… I was to forget the taste of his nipples, the feel of his cock, the warmth of his … well yes his insides.

Those thoughts alone compell me to touch my self right now all over again and again. My mouth hungry for his… I now miss his hands wrapping me tightly, his dick pressing against my stomach. Every one of his moves bringing us closer and closer to extasy…

Just thoughts are enough now to make me hold my 6” cock in my hand beating it quickly. My other hand touching my nipples, pinching them, then going down my balls, rubbing them, while still holding my prick hard in the palm of my right… a hand reach between my legs going right toward my crack, touching my ass hole, one finger searches for my hole, finds it, caresses it, then push against it asking for entry. Hell, Chad’s hand knew exactly what to do…

He had just awaken to see me starting without him I guess. By now my dick was oozing precum and I was on the verge to explode. But, he knew better not to allow me that. Not before he finishes with me. He take my hand away from my prick and fix it right near my face on the bed. His eyes were just looking at mine and once again, lust could be seen in them. Standing over me, his prick was just between my asscheeks and my legs wrapped around his waste.

He made a sudden push, and I could feel him right in me. Filling me with love and excitement. I let go a cry, then a moan… then I could not stop moaning as he started going back and fourth in me…