Kiss me quick..........

I sat at the computer for hours, but still no luck. It was already Sunday, and shortly my friend would be returning home from his vacation, and my oppurtunity for some sexual fun would be over.

I was house-sitting for my friend, and upon agreement, I was allowed to have visitors. Unfortunately, trying to get people to come over, proved more then difficult. If I lived in the city, I wouldn't have this problem.(yeah right)

So, giving up all hope, I stepped away from the computer, when I heard the Yahoo messenger window pop up. I turned around, and for once, it was not a bot. Talking with the guy, we arranged for him to come over in an hour, still plenty of time before my friend came home, for some fun.
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An hour later there was a knock at the door. I opened it and let the gentleman in. We sat on the couch, saying a couple words, then he leaned over and kissed me. I responded to that kiss, letting the tiger within me take control. I reached around to the back of his neck and pulled him in tighter, locking our lips in what could be a gladlock tupperware seal. I explored his mouth with my tongue, occasionally massaging his with mine as I slowly devoured his passion that came emanating from his mouth.

He pushed back for a second, letting a small pop escape from our lips, before he said, "lets go to the bedroom." We immediately headed for the bedroom.

I stood back as he undressed, enjoying the view of his body. As soon as he was naked, still clothed, I closed the distance between us. I ran my hands up and down his chest, playing with his nipples. He reached out and took off my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I slid my hands down to his crotch massaging it a little.

Growing anxious, I slid my hand to the back of his neck, leaned up and kissed him again. Deep, passionate, our tongues battling for that upperhand, as if they were in combat with each other. Lips slowly working open and closed, our mouths trying to swallow each other's faces like some cannibal's last meal.

I kept my hands locked behind his neck as I used my tongue to probe deeper in his mouth. Finally deciding that I needed to taste other parts of his body, I stopped kissing him and pulled him to the bed.

I began running my hands over his body, and found that he had grown limp. He pulled away and quickly said, "Thanks!" I didn't understand. Moments before he was hard and rigid and now there was nothing. What had changed in so little time?

He began getting dressed and I decided to follow. I put on my shirt that was laying on the floor and escorted the gentleman to the door. With one parting kiss, he left and sped off.

I closed the door and contemplated what had happened. That's when I felt something sticky on my shirt. I had just gotten some food before the gentleman arrived, so I thought it was perhaps gravy from my KFC mashed potatoes, or Hot Sauce from my tacos.

Looking down at the big stain on the front of my shirt, I realized something. The stain was on the inside of the shirt. It was pressed between the fibers of the shirt and the hair of my chest. Taking off my shirt, I realized what had happened. The gentleman had cum while I kissed him, on my shirt which was laying on the floor.