Holding my breath, I let the pleasure of unloading inside Evan's ass wash over me, and I began to feel dizzy by the time the throbbing in my cock finally started to cease, depositing less and less cum.
Evan must've felt it dissipate also, gently squeezing my shaft in an effort to extract as much of my seed as he could, whimpering with desperate need.
I fell forward, my forehead pressing into Evan's back. His skin, like mine, was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I suddenly had the bizarre urge to stick my tongue out and taste it.
Both of us were breathing hard, and we stayed like this for several minutes trying to catch our breath. The air was rank with the smell of fresh semen. Evan's heaving chest began to grow steadier as his heart rate returned to normal along with mine.
"That was incredible," he said quietly.
"It really was," I murmured into his back, feeling dazed.
I sat back against the couch and we began the process of untangling ourselves. My cock had grown soft inside him and it slid out with ease when he moved to stand up. Small drops of my cum dripped onto the floor from his hole, joining the volley of sperm already splattered there.
"Jesus," he muttered, looking down.
I chortled as he gingerly stood in front of his mess. Grabbing the towel, he squatted down to begin mopping it up, exposing his cum filled hole to me. I watched my seed seep out of his ass, surprised at how sexy I found it.
I knew there was a chance that post-nut clarity could kick in, but I felt no regret or shame from what we had done. Instead, I found myself perfectly at ease, content even, in the aftermath of such an intense, first time sexual occurrence. My thirst for Evan had been quenched, and I imagine he felt the same regarding me, given he was cleaning the end result off the floor.
I stood up once he was finished and stretched, noticing him eyeing my still naked body.
"You should probably wash up a bit before going to bed." He nodded down to my flaccid cock.
"Yeah," I sighed, grabbing my clothes. "I'm all sticky from the lube."
"If you want to use the bathroom on the second floor, I'll use the one off the living room."
"You sure?"
"Well, it's gonna take me a bit longer to clean up than you," he said matter of factly.
"True," I nodded.
We dressed in silence, facing slightly away from each other. Neither of us knew what to say next or how to address what had just transpired, and I felt the first trickle of awkwardness from our encounter begin to seep through the calm veneer that had initially settled over me.
When we were dressed, I helped Evan collect what little he'd brought down with him, and finally, with no other way of delaying the inevitable, we stood in front of one another, waiting to see who would take the initiative and speak first.
"Sooo..."
"Yeah," I chuckled awkwardly, looking away.
It was silent again for another few moments.
"Are you, like, good or...?"
"No, no, I'm fine," I assured him. "Really."
"Cool," he sounded relieved. "I was a bit worried you'd be freaked out."
"I'm not. It's just..." I gestured uncertainly in front of us.
He laughed. "I know, it's not something I'm exactly used to dealing with either."
