Christoff felt himself given over fully, bent to the will of his conqueror, his own cum readied itself. Balls were pulled tight wherever you looked. Dicks spasmed releasing a drop here and two there. The room inhaled the scent of sex. And as gingerly as you'd move a lover, Silvio got up, urged Chris onto his back positioning legs over shoulders flawlessly as if it had been choreographed, a protest was soothed by the touch of a finger to lips, "it's ok." Christoff wanted to be lost in Silvio's dark eyes, his long lashes and wild fits of anxiety, he held on as spit was used to lubricate his virgin like hole, he grimaced at the gentle pressure of a demanding cock. It parted him and made its way in. Silvio felt the foreskin forced back behind the head of his penis, tender flesh on tender flesh, he felt as though his cock would break but shoved further, mercilessly, movement, tension, starvation. There was warmth and the sweet thickness of flesh. The ass gave way, the foreskin gave way, the silence gave way, the hunger gave in to a din of bedsprings churning faster and fifteen seconds of one man clawing at the ass of another. Fifteen seconds and there was nothing either of them could do to stop themselves from coming and crying out.

~

Instead of leaving right away Chris wanted Silvio to lay back on the bed and half nap. He wanted to rest his head on the stubble of chest hair as he imagined Maria would do, or any of the other penetrated lovers. Instead, Silvio flipped open his phone and checked messages. Maria had called. Christoff pulled at a few of his own hairs in a nervous fidget, his eyes focused on the elastic band and the slight lumps beneath the gym shorts as Silvio pulled them up over his buttocks.

Without looking over his shoulder he punched in the code to receive the messages and walked over to a small chair in the corner. He took a deep breath and held it at the sound of Maria's voice while pulling on his shoes. Come home she was saying, and it was the sweetest sound he had heard. When he left, Silvio promised Christoff that he'd call. There was really nothing else to say. I'll call you means, I'll call you maybe, or lets leave things open just in case, thanks for the blowjob and the piece of ass. "But for now" he clarified, "I've got to go and settle things with her.

Fifteen minutes later behind the wheel of the van Silvio knew he wouldn't recall how to get back to that house. While he had the strength, he cast the number into his own taillights, leaving it for the street sweeper.

~

After a week he wondered if maybe his handwriting was too hard to read. Sometimes he tended to tie the five and the one together, which looked a little, like five seven or six one. Maybe his number had been misplaced by accident or maybe the cell phone hadn't been charged - accept anything other than Silvio never having meant what he'd said. As a last attempt he told himself that he'd visit the forest preserve where they'd first met. He arrived and waited around the same time near the columns and the stone tables. He observed two guys talking where he and Silvio had been more than a week before. The structure in the middle of the pond where men