Good Christian - Chapter 05

GOOD CHRISTIAN

Chapter 5: Blind spot

“Yes, chop-chop. You're not going to stare at my big, fat cock all day, are you?”

“No… Of course not.”

A naked Christian passed me by, brushing against my arm and shoulder, and dipping his foot into the warm bathwater.

I took a step back and walked toward the door, but not before getting my first look at his hairy ass.

It would have been easier to get out of there if he was not so attractive.

I left the room feeling dizzy.

As instructed, I brought his dirty clothes to the laundry room.

Then, I waited.

Like a fool, I hoped he would call me back into the bathroom. I even hoped he would whistle me back.

I would have returned running—or crawling.

I had no shame or dignity; I craved him that badly.

When I exited, I had left the bathroom door ajar.

After walking up and down the hallway a few times, I took a peek. He had his eyes shut and was soaking in the bath I had made for him.

Did he know I was watching?

Could he sense me?

Or was he so confident in his ability to drive me crazy that he was convinced I would cling to any crumb he would let me have?

He did not call me back, and while he was still in the bath, Grace came home.

That was my cue to return to my bedroom, alone with my erection.

The worst part was when I heard Grace walking into the bathroom moments later.

I heard everything.

“Thanks for mowing the lawn, honey.” She told her husband.

“How was the fundraiser?”

“Good. You know how it is. Amanda was obnoxious as usual, having to oversee everything and everyone, but Father Sinnal was happy with the money we gathered.”

I distinctly heard Christian get out of the tub or, at the very least, move around in the water, making it splash.

“He should be very happy with you, Gracie. That whole church would crumble without you.”

“Oh, please. The Lord doesn’t command us to act for the praise of others. I have to stay humble.”

“You’re too gorgeous to be humble.”

I heard more movements but I could not really make out what they were talking about.

“Oh, Chris, what are you doing?”

“What? Can't a husband kiss his wife?”

“But, honey, it's almost dinnertime…”

“Come on. Let's have some fun. You can tell I want it.”

He was probably hard as a rock.

“Not here, honey. Where's Harry? Has he come back from college yet?”

“He has, but he's in his room. We’ve been over this anyway. It's our place, our home. The condition of him being here is that he shouldn’t interfere in our private and intimate life.”

“Of course, honey. But you know, the time of the month has passed…”

Now, there was frustration in Christian’s voice. He cut the act of the loving husband for a second.

“God doesn't forbid desire outside of the time when you can get pregnant. I bet that back when the Bible was written, nobody knew about the ovulation cycle.”

“But God does say that we have to resist giving in to lust and temptation. I’ll go make dinner, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Are you mad, honey?”

“I could never be mad at you, sweetheart.”

“You know God rewards the most faithful. We might have a miracle this month. This could be the one.”

“Really? Do you feel any different? Do you think you might be pregnant?”

“I’m not sure. Just a feeling, a hunch.”

They kissed, but it did not go any further. Grace left shortly after and walked down the stairs.

I could easily recognize her footsteps.

Props to Grace for resisting her husband. She was much better than I was at his game!

She had a naked horny Christian begging to fuck her and she was able to say no.

Snooping on their conversation also helped clarify why Christian would want to play games with me in the first place. His sex life did seem incredibly dull.

Having sex exclusively on the nights she was ovulating? Come on!

I understand not everyone is obsessed with sex, but why deny yourself some pleasure every once in a while? Especially when your husband is virtually sex on a stick.

I was too tempted to see how Christian must have looked after this, so I got out of my bedroom as soon as he left the bathroom a few minutes later.

We almost bumped into each other. Christian had a towel wrapped around his waist.

I had planned to tease him a little, but he looked quite vulnerable, which threw me off. I had never seen him with that look on his face.

“Harry. The bathroom is free if you need it.” He told me.

“No, I… I was just going to grab something to eat later in my room.”

“Sure.”

We stood in silence in the hallway.

Should I have said something? Was he aware I had heard everything?

I felt bad now to have violated their intimacy.

Also, and more importantly, I really wanted to put my hand on his bare chest. His pecs were right there: shredded and beefy, all cleaned up, but not fully dried.

I would have liked to run my fingers through his chest hair, just as he had made me do on the first night.

But I did not do anything, and we just stood there for another long moment.

What was going through his mind?

Did he want to make a move?

Was he just as hesitant as I was?

“Oh, and honey, Father Sinnal told me he’s excited to see you back at church on Sunday. He'd even like to mention you in his next sermon. Would you be okay with that?”

Grace was talking (or rather yelling) from downstairs.

Christian rolled his eyes.

“Sure, I’d be honored.” He replied, looking jaded as fuck.

“Everyone speaks so highly of you, you know. You should be proud.”

As Grace continued to praise him, Christian took a step further away from the stairs.

At first, I did not understand, but I soon realized that he simply did not want to be seen from downstairs.

“Sweetheart, people are just saying those things to show their support for the troops. It’s not about me.”

“Still, you’re a hero to the community.”

I sensed that something interesting was about to happen, but I could not say what.

I kept watching Christian as he talked to his wife on the first floor. It was annoying; they almost had to yell to each other.

“I’m no hero, honey.” He told his wife as he very slowly unwrapped the towel around his waist.

“You are to me.” She got closer to the staircase to say this.

He dropped the towel at his feet.

I gasped, but managed to refrain from making any noise.

I could not be seen either. I was near my bedroom door, Christian was near the bathroom door, and between us was the space in the hallway which was visible from the first floor.

We were both in Grace’s blind spots, and it seemed like Christian was willing to take full advantage of this.

He grabbed his soft uncut dick and began to slowly massage it.

“You're too kind, Gracie.”

“What are you doing upstairs?”

Did she suspect that her husband was flaunting his dick to me?

By the way, it was rapidly turning into a good semi.

More than likely, she was just tired of having the conversation from opposite floors.

“I'm just trying to fix the lock on the bathroom door.”

Christian was always quick to fall back on his feet.

“Oh, right. That impossible to use lock is a pain in the…”

“You can say 'ass,' Gracie.”

Once again, he rolled his eyes, visibly irritated by his wife’s obsession with righteousness.

He also swung his cock between his hairy thighs. Just for me. Just for fun.

“All right, all right. I’ll just go back to the kitchen.”

Christian caressed his balls with a dirty smirk on his face.

He then locked eyes with me before staring down at my crotch. He practically shouted:

“I think the only way to go about this is to take everything off.”

I thought my heart was about to burst from my chest, and my dick was about to burst out of my shorts.

“Take what?” Gracie asked, oblivious.

“Take everything off!” He repeated in my direction, not caring about Grace listening in on us.

I mean, she was literally taking part in the conversation, after all.

I could not breathe; this was insane.

“Huh? Honey?”

“Grace, I mean, we need to take the entire lock off and replace it with a new one.”

“Oh… I suppose… You know better about this kind of thing than I do.”

I feverishly brought my hands to the hem of my shorts and started peeling them down, along with my boxer briefs.

The instructions were clear and there was no world in which I would not have followed them.

Unsurprisingly, my dick was already hard as it sprang free.

Apparently, Grace and Christian had finished talking between the stairs. Phew!

Christian grinned at me. Ever so slowly, he opened his mouth slightly, stuck out his tongue, and let a single droplet of saliva fall onto his big cock.

This man knew how to be a tease.

I was already furiously masturbating while he was much more casual about it, taking his sweet time to bring his mature cock to full mast.

In any case, we were both reaching the same point.

Soon, the only sound that could be heard was that of us stroking.

I spat on my cock, too, but it was messier on my side.

My shorts were pulled down to my knees, and I was wearing a T-shirt, while Christian was stark naked, pumping his large cock with both hands.

The more his cock rose, the more I realized just how much bigger than me he was—several inches at least.

The dude was not just sexy; he had the biggest, thickest dick ever.

What can I say? I am a proud size-queen, and Christian Holmes was well-endowed.

He played with his prominent foreskin, which was becoming wet with precum.

I wished I could see everything up close and personal, but I was scared to leave the blind spot.

Besides, I felt paralyzed in place.

It was overwhelming and felt very taboo; Although I was okay with following Christian’s instructions, I did not feel it was appropriate to take any initiative.

Christian seemed much more collected than I was, but I wondered how he truly felt.

His wife was in the kitchen downstairs, after all.

Out of the two of us, he was the straight, married man.

I was a single gay guy in my early twenties, but he had everything to lose by doing this.

Yet, he did not seem afraid or even hesitant.

He did not look away from me, and now, he was more intentionally jerking off, putting more passion in the slick back-and-forth motions.

I could have sworn he softly moaned, but I could not really be sure from where I stood.

My heart was beating so loud and fast in my chest. I felt it pulsing through my dick and it was hard to really focus on anything else.

My eyes went from Christian’s mustache to his chest to, obviously, his big, horny cock.

Admittedly, my gaze stayed quite locked on it.

The motions alone were mesmerizing. I could have watched them for hours: every vein, every hair in his dark pubic bush, and every drop of precum spurting from his pink cockhead.

I was so thankful for him.

After a couple of minutes, he accelerated his pace. He wanted to cum. Good, because I wanted to see it, and I knew I would not be able to hold on for much longer.

The fapping noises got louder. I did not think they could be heard from downstairs, though.

Frankly, I can own up to it now, the risk was making it that much hotter.

We were stroking in pace with each other, both panting and looking like horned-up dogs.

I smiled at Christian. He smiled back at me.

Oh, shoot! I think it was the first time we were having a moment like that.

It might have seemed silly, but it meant something. At least to me.

I got some precum on my thumb. I licked it for Christian to see. He seemed to enjoy that. He bit his lower lip.

He made his cock fap against his shredded stomach, as if to show he had more precum to offer.

I wanted to get freakier.

“Are you coming down for dinner?”

I literally jumped, almost blowing our cover.

Christian just chuckled and answered his wife calmly.

“Yes, honey, I'm coming.” He replied, stroking his cock harder than ever.

He was indeed coming. Or at least, he was very close to it.

At this point, Christian shut his eyes to reach his orgasm.

I did not close mine. I wanted to see it all. I could not miss a single stroke, and even less so, a single drop.

“Dinner's almost ready. Just forget about that stupid lock. We’ll take care of it later.”

“Yes… Hm… Yes, sweetie… Who cares about that damn fucking lock?!”

What was he doing, screaming and moaning like that?

This was way too risky.

Grace was not that naïve! She would notice something. What if she came upstairs?

How could she possibly imagine what was going on, though?

“Language!” She shouted.

The load flew out of Christian’s monster cock as his wife scolded him.

Ironically, he aimed his dick at the bathroom door he was supposed to be fixing.

He splattered it with his white creamy cum. So many volleys of jizz that I lost count.

The guy had a lot to spill. He may have been 41 years old but he sure had some juice in him!

My own orgasm paled in comparison; I mostly jizzed on my hands, with a bit landing on the carpeted hallway floor.

“Sorry, honey. I got carried away.” Christian told his wife.

What was he talking about?

Oh, right. His bad mouth, saying the f-word.

If only she knew!

“Just come down here and relax. Let's eat.”

“I'm well relaxed, Gracie. Don't you worry about that."

Christian bent over to pick up the towel.

He walked toward me, still naked as the day he was born, and whispered in my ear.

“Your next chore is to clean that door.”

I nodded.

“Okay… I… I will.”

“Hey, no tools allowed. Use your tongue.” he added, his tongue moving so close to my earlobe.

I gasped, and he gave me a little slap on the shoulder.

Without saying another word, he returned to his bedroom. Grace called out to him, and I froze in place with my dick still out.

Thankfully, Christian came back quickly, wearing a pair of old shorts. He was still shirtless.

“Hey, what are you doing here, Harry?” He spoke to me, but this time he was loud enough for Grace to hear.

“I was…I was just…”

“I thought I told you to clean the door. I wasted my time trying to fix it, but I made it dirtier, I think there’s a stain here.”

Amused, he pointed to his cum still dripping on the surface.

Trust me, there was much more than a stain.

“Right, I was about to—"

“Hey, don't take your nerves out on this poor boy!” Grace scolded.

It seemed like she was climbing up the stairs this time around.

I freaked out and pulled back my shorts. Damn, the cum was everywhere.

Christian’s eyes bulged when he heard her. He was not that cocky anymore.

He moved quickly.

“Honey, I'm just talking to him. Harry and I are men; we can talk to each other like that. It’s one of his chores. He agreed to it a few minutes ago, it’s fine.”

“Yes, totally fine, Grace.” I intervened.

“Still…”

Christian walked down the stairs, meeting his wife in the middle and making her turn around.

“Let's not eat cold. Harry, you've got the door?” He shouted behind him.

“No problem. It'll be quick. Have a nice dinner.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

The thing is, my task would not be quick.

It would have been with a wipe, but that was not how my mission had been designed.

As the danger of Grace catching me faded away, I got on my knees and stuck my eager tongue out.

Exactly as requested, I started licking the door clean.

Some might have found this humiliating, but I was all too happy to taste his holy spunk for the first time.

It was delicious but, to be fair, I would not have expected anything less from Christian’s seed.

The spunk was strong and salty, but with a hint of sweetness to it.

The loads were thick and nourishing. They were easy to find on the door and I had shivers as I swallowed.

The only downside? They were not all that fresh and warm anymore.

Note for next time: I will have to drink those loads of jizz straight from the tap.