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----------- After the shower, a relaxing state of fatigue was setting in for both of us, and we both admitted that we needed to sleep. The wine had caught up with us, as had the physical workout that had drained the protein fluid from our balls. Chris was highly reluctant for us to crash out in the marital bed, and I agreed, since I had no desire for his wife to find some short and curlies and get suspicious for any reason! We ended up in the guest room, and crawled into bed together. I reached for Chris, and pulled him close. As I rubbed my hand over his ass, I felt the material of his underwear, and I chided him for wearing anything to bed with me. “I guess I am still learning”, he laughed as I pulled them off , and we drifted off to sleep, belly-to-belly and dick-to-dick. Morning arrived quicker than we wanted, and we both got moving with a vengeance as soon as we saw the time. It was tempting to just play hooky, especially after seeing the morning wood that Chris was sporting as he moved out from under the covers. However, our professional responsibility got us both moving, and we were dressed and out of the house in a very few short minutes. Chris dropped me at my office. We both vowed to be at his house as soon after work as we could get there! I called Chris at lunchtime, and was surprised when he answered his cell phone on the first ring. We chattered like schoolboys with a crush, about how much we were looking forward to our time together this evening. Just before I hung up, I remembered to ask Chris to phone in a prescription for me, and he agreed to do so. By mid-afternoon, I could not take it any longer, I had to clear out of the office. With Christmas Eve on the tomorrow, not much of anyone was paying attention to anyone else, and I slipped out unnoticed. I had called my wife and all was well. She would never have guessed that I was bedding down with Chris--just a few yards from home! I took a taxi to the pharmacist to pick up the prescription of amyl that I had asked Chris to order. The older gent looked me over, and knowingly, asked me if I wanted the liquid or the ampoules. I did not know that the ampoules were even available, but was thrilled with the thought. Acting as naïvely as I could do, I told him that I was not sure, but if I could have both, I would try them both. Again, knowingly, he smiled at me and filled the bag, “Don’t ever tell Dr. Chris that I doubled your prescription”, and he winked at me. It was not yet dark when I got back to Chris’s. I let myself in, and called him, leaving a message that the Eagle had landed, knowing that he would know what that meant! Sure enough, my mobile phone rang back within moments, and he said that he would be home within a very few minutes. I told him to meet me in the shower, and I could hear the animal growl that seemed to involuntarily erupt from deep down within him. I had finished my ablutions and poured a couple drinks for us, taking them to the guest room. The closet there had full-mirrored door panels, and I have always been a sucker for mirror games! When Chris did arrive, he found me flexing my muscles and posing, admiring myself in front of the mirrors, sporting a full hard on in my jockeys. I smiled at him and motioned for him to join me in front of the mirror. Still in his cold weather topcoat, I started undressing him. The coat, the shoes, the tie, the shirt, the trousers, the socks, slowly, very slowly rubbing his body whenever the nudity of it appeared. By the time I got him to his jockey briefs, he had a straining hard on to match mine. We kissed and held each other, and I kept reminding him to watch our reflections in the mirror. With total nakedness and throbbing cocks, he was aroused to such a degree that the pre-cum was almost flowing. I was equally aroused, and Chris whispered, “Damn, this is so fucking erotic! I have never done anything like this before!” I agreed it was erotic. I did not think that my cock could get any bigger! I pulled away, and we drank some good scotch, and cooled the ardor momentarily. As I went to refill the glasses, Chris headed for the shower, and he was dripping wet when I returned. I dried him with the towel, and he was amused with that, saying that the most routine actions were never so erotic as when you have an aroused man do it for you! Oh Yea, I was an aroused man! We sat on the floor, in front of the mirrors, arousing each other with sensual foreplay. With a sense of timing that I felt was just right, I reached for one of the little ampoules of amyl (that I had had Chris prescribe for me) and popped it under his nostrils. At first, he sort of snorted and flexed backward, but then the heady rush of it hit him. He closed his eyes, and he soaked in the rush, with the “Oh yea, oh yea, oh Man, oh yea” tumbling out of his mouth as he groped his own dick and started pumping. I planted my lips over his with the demands of lust oozing from every pore of each of us! I sniffed the remainder of it as I remembered my first popper experience, and how it made me felt! I was feeling it all again, vicariously as I watched and felt Chris. I popped a fresh one and shoved in under our nostrils so that both of us could breathe it in together. Chris was moaning uncontrollably, and he moved downward to suck my dick, and I knew that feeling that poppers gives when you just do not believe that you can get enough cock in your mouth! I was also enjoying my popper rush and we devoured each other’s body in every way that we could do. I pulled Chris away and suggested that we calm down a bit. He was reluctant to do so, but did. When the disorientation had cleared, Chris looked at me and smiled. “Damn, I don’t know how much more of this education I can take! I guess I knew that amyl had an affect, but I never would have guessed this kind of affect! Wow!” We were both tanked up with a full load of testosterone. Lying on the bed, we kissed and fondled each other, and did just a little light cocksucking while both of us continued to whiff and inhale the amyl. At some point, I crossed the line and just had to have more action! Chris was lying on his back, dick waving, slowly playing with his own cock and balls. His cock seemed to be thicker than I think it had ever been before, and he is definitely in the Thick Dick category on any day of the week! I retrieved the lube from my bag, and liberally spread it in my ass, and rubbed the residue over his cock-head. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning. I shoved another popper under his nose and did a deep inhale myself. Fired up, I then straddled him, and positioned his cock so that I could slide down on it. And, Wow, did that key ever fit the lock! Chris’ thick and stubby meat was at full mass, and the thickness was very apparent upon entry, the thickest I had ever let enter, that I knew! Though the length of it was not a match to mine, it was sufficient to slam my prostate on the first attempt. I did a deep whiff of a fresh popper with the pleasurable impact and lost track of time momentarily as I pumped my ass up and down on his cock. However, to say that it was a proper fuck would be a misstatement! Chris had let out a scream almost as soon as I started the motions of my ride, and he had blown all the built up semen that he had in one quick and immediate continuous flowing orgasm. I was so turned on by that, I blasted all across his chest and his face. We were both wiped out! I did a long slow shower while Chris did one in the other room. We were both drained. When he returned, he was in his jockey shorts and a tight muscle tee that showed off his muscular body, but it was obvious that he was hurting. “Damn, that scotch is giving me a headache”, he moaned. I smiled at him and told him that it was far more likely that the poppers had done that for him since I knew that they could deliver the granddaddy of all headaches! He moaned and said, “It is a good thing that I am a doctor with a remedy for all these aches”, and he retreated. Within moments, he was back with some painkiller in hand, but I told him that poppers affected only one of my heads, the one on my dick. He did his best to laugh as he threw back some pain pills with the scotch. Very quickly, the combination of the painkiller, the poppers, the scotch, and the physical activity took its toll on Chris, and he literally passed out on the bed. I covered him up. His sleep was so sound that I knew that I would not hear from him till morning. And tomorrow was Christmas Eve. His deep sleep gave me some time to think. My thoughts had been so tied into the process of having sex with him that I had thought of nothing else. Now, with the quiet and solitude of being alone, I sat in front of the gas logs, thinking some deep thoughts. The last few days had been quite a journey! Now where did I want to take it? I had never even fantasized that Chris would be the “good neighbor” that he was turning out to be! I knew that it would be great to have a suck and fuck buddy so close, but I also knew that the closeness could be trouble. I also wondered what he was truly feeling about this newfound fondness for male sex. Would this have an impact upon his marriage and family? Was I just introducing him to the pleasures of a sexual lifestyle or was he thinking that this was the only male sex that he would ever have? I suddenly hated Diana Ross, because her “Do you know?” song kept drilling through my brain. And at the moment, I did not have any fuckin’ idea where I was going to, damn you Diana! I poured myself another healthy and friendly glass of scotch. I took a long whiff on one of the last of the little ampoules of amyl. The heady rush was right on schedule and I jacked off in a frenzy, letting fly all over my chest. OK Scarlet, I, too will think about it tomorrow. ----------------------------- Feedback? Let me know if you want more. MisterEd53@hotmail.com