Cumming Too Soon or Right on Time?

Remember that couple we met recently, the one Matt wrote about (I just checked and it was July 28 he wrote about them)? This is the couple who are in their mid-twenties and we've become really good friends with them. We'll probably be writing more about them as we go along, so we decided to refer to them as Chris and Tom.

In addition to becoming friends, they're almost like role models for us on how to build a relationship. Well, they invited Matt and I go out dancing with them this weekend to celebrate everything that's been happening! They have two really close friends in Providence, Rhode Island, this couple who have been together for 25 years! The plan was for all of us to go out dancing Saturday night, spend the night with their friends and then head back to Boston late Sunday afternoon.

So, we packed our bags for a road trip down to Rhode Island (it's about an hours drive from Boston). Chris and Tom did the driving and made it an all-expense paid trip for us to celebrate Matt starting college next month, me possibly taking a course or two along with him, me possibly starting college full-time in January and to celebrate Matt and I moving in together the first of October!

What a blast it was to get all dressed up for a night of dancing. Since the legal drinking age is 21, they had to check our ID's at the door and then made us put on these yellow wrist bands that clearly identified us as under 21! We hadn't planned on doing any drinking anyway, but the bouncer really hot bear at the door wanted to make sure the bartenders didn't sell us anything we shouldn't have.

But what a total rush to get out on the dance floor with Matt. I mean being surrounded by all these really hot guys and dancing with the love of my life! I know that might sound mushy, but it really, really was a rush! The only mistake I made was to wear these rather tight black jeans, with the emphasis on tight. Of all my jeans, Matt likes them best. He says "they highlight your assets." The mistake in wearing them was that I seemed to have a permanent hard-on the whole time and had to constantly adjust matters. Matt was grinning the whole time, but I got so self-conscious thinking everybody on the dance floor -- and bar -- was watching me! After a while, I just forgot about it and had a blast.

At one point Chris and Tom joined us in dancing and then their two friends also came on the floor. It was so sweet that all four of them sorta surrounded us while we're dancing, with me and Matt in the middle.

But, I gotta tell you, I don't think I have been hornier than I was that night. It almost was a little overwhelming. I can't begin to tell you all the fantasies I was having. Hey, maybe I'm an exhibitionist after all! Who would've known??

So, after the dancing, Chris and Tom drove us back to their friend's house where we were going to spend the night. Matt and I were in the back seat and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Chris and Tom were both talking to each other and us, but Matt and I were doing a lot of "talking" to each other with our hands.

We were trying not to be conspicuous, but at one point, while Matt was rubbing my hard-on, my legs stiffened, I stopped breathing, my eyes closed and I fought like hell to keep from making that guttural sound that finds its way out of my mouth when I orgasm! That's right, ladies and gentlemen. I fuckin creamed my pants -- and the merchandise was not even out of the package! And wouldn't you know it, but Chris sorta turned half-way around to ask me something about one of the dance songs they played. Well, I was in no shape to have a little chatty conversation at that point, and, thank God, Matt was staring at me and figured out what was happening. So, he just leans in and and rescues me by saying something cutsie like, "Oh, I think Brad liked that song, didn't you sweetie?" Then he plants this really wet kiss on my face, keeping me from answering!

So, I'm learning all kinds of new things about my body. I saw a porn vid once that showed this guy cumming (or at least orgasming) while he was fully clothed and being wildly caressed by the guy he was with. Damn, but I was hoping to save it for when me and Matt were going to be in bed later.

It's a weird feeling having all this wetness in your underwear while you're wearing tight jeans! I mean, just imagine! But, we were almost to the house and I was then totally happy to have worn black jeans that night because when we got inside I looked down and didn't see any wet spot.

So, after all that dancing, everyone had all worked up a sweat and Matt asked if we could take a shower before going to bed. I needed to get out of that sticky underwear, and fast.  They all turned to look at us and one of them had a huge grin on his face and said, "Uh, well, who wants to go first?" Then he laughed and said, "Just kidding, guys. I'll get you both a towel."

Well, they got us each a towel and wash cloth and told us the shower was outside! Outside? Did we hear that right? Well, they have a home that backs up to this wooded area, which we later learned was some kind of "wilderness reserve." So, the backyard ends right where the wooded area begins. And, since they live a little ways outside the city, the neighbors on either side are a little distance away and there's a huge privacy fence on both sides of the yard. I had never seen an outside shower before, but I found an image that looks similar to what they had----------------------------------------->

Oh man, I had thought dancing had been the highlight of the night. But then there was that little surprise silent explosion in my pants on the way to the house. Then Matt and I were going to be taking a shower together -- outside!

So, need I say more? The other thing I know about my body is that it can produce one, uh, "explosion" after the other if there's this one particular hot guy I know who is close by! So, while we're in the shower, Matt's cleaning me up from the earlier "accident," then you can guess the rest. Sex in an outdoor shower is the ultimate in luxury! I'm gonna definitely see if Matt can put one in our place when we move in together in October.

But, hey, folks, that's not the end of the story. Our "bedroom" was actually the living room with a queen-size sleeper sofa. There's a sliding glass door that opens from that room onto a really nice deck overlooking the backyard and the wooded area. So, when Matt woke me up the next morning (much too early I was thinking), he was dragging me out of bed and leading me by the hand outside to the deck. We just had our underwear on and it had been raining during the night. There was still a light rain falling and Matt got to do something he's been talking about for a long time. He's been wanting to slow dance with me in the rain.

Nobody was up yet, so there we were, all by ourselves, holding each other and actually slow dancing in the rain. And Matt was making up this really sweet, sexy melody and humming it in my ear. I won't go into all the details about what was happening to our bodies -- if you've read this far you get the picture.

About 3o minutes later, everybody had gotten up and we looked over at the sliding glass doors and saw Chris, Tom and their two friends watching us dance, all with huge grins on their faces. We started moving toward them to go inside, and Chris handed us each a towel and a really luxurious housecoat.

We got to take another shower together after breakfast, and later that afternoon it was back to Boston. Matt's back at work today, but I took the day off. With everything that's been happening lately, I think we're "coming" along just fine -- and right on time!