Chris was in somewhat of a predicament. What was it? He was desperately grinding his still-clothed crotch against the sloppy half erection of his best friend. His face was red in a drunken high haze and the breath he was shakily exhaling was warm against the much larger man's sternum. Chris knew he shouldn't be doing this but something in his brain felt like he needed this, that chef deserved this for all he has been through, it craved the man who had followed him around the world, and saved him from death multiple times yet tears still threatened to spill out of his lust-filled eyes from both the electric sensation of the 2 grinding their most sensitive parts together, but also from the overwhelming guilt telling him he can't be doing something like this to the one man who puts up with him, but his body seemed to be moving completely at its own will. Chef was confused, and aroused. He'd never seen mclean get like this with him, sure there were moments where Chris would tease or flirt with the older man. He was always so submissive and shy to make moves on him, but right now, he was hungrily rubbing his smaller pelvis into his own, feeling the warm air of the shirtless middle ager who was a blushing, groaning mess.
Even someone like chef knew what the man who was gripping onto his shoulders for dear life had intentions of. It's not that chef didn't enjoy the pleasant attention that had been bought to his dick, but chef knew he was only the star's drunk resort, and that secretly really hurt the seemingly fearless man. Although, the sight of the short, lean built surfer hopelessly panting whilst the wet patch on his cargos grew larger, was such a hot scene that chef couldn't help but let a few fast exhales out as he watched Chris' facial features knot up and his movements becoming frantic and rough. Chef was amazed that Chris had climaxed just by grinding himself against his semi, that Chris wanted him so bad in this moment he didnt even have to take his pants off. this thought made chef's crotch feel tighter as he realised he was completely hard now, taking a break from his deep post-orgasm panting into chef's chest, Chris noticed the hardening between his legs from the other.
Curiously, he gazed down at the now slightly seeping cock that rubbed itself against his own. Chris gulped slightly at the size of his best friend. Chef tested the waters by grabbing the man's tiny waist and thrusting his dick against him, this made him let out a surprised squeal before he felt the other twitch on him. Nonchalantly, Chris began to slither off his partner's lap and onto his knees. Chef had sweat droplets falling down his neck, and his chest was quickly rising and falling. Chris flashed him a signature smile, but there was an element of nervousness in his eyes.
Chris tried to keep his hands steady as he reached towards the huge mass in front of him. Gently, he placed 1 hand on the side of his shaft, he stared in awe as he saw that 1 hand didn't even cover half, so his resolution was to put 2 hands on chef's base and cautiously open his mouth, allowing for the very tip to make contact with his lips, the saltiness of the liquid that Chris could taste on his tongue was unlike anything he had ever put in his mouth, hungry for more he parted his lips a little too eagerly, which made chef chuckle and mutter something under his breath, which made him pull back in an offended manner "what did you just say to me?" chef raised an eyebrow before grinning with mischief, "I said, no need to get so giddy, pretty boy" Chris stood up, retaking his position on the larger man's thighs, hovering above him before slowly, finally removing his pants that were once again straining against his trapped boner.
It sprung out instantly upon removal, although not being as gifted as chef, Chris still had an impressive size for his height, it was circumcised and neatly trimmed in an arrow, and was absoloutely seeping for the man under him. Quickly biting into chef's neck harshly, he thrusted his hips down onto the massive dick under them, taking almost all of chef in one swift movement, through the biting Chris let out a strained cry before pulling away from the area he was biting, watching the red teeth marks swell up through blurry eyes, he wrapped his arms around chef's bulky shoulders, suffocating himself in the man's sweaty chest. "you..didn't stretch..", chef managed to speak between his own heavy breaths. Chris shook his head whilst still keeping his face in his chest, tickling chef with his stubble. They sat like this for a moment as chef patiently waited for Chris' tears to reduce, Chris took a large breathe as he repeated the motion, no tears this time but uncomfortable groans slipped from his lips, whilst his grip only got harder.
