A quickie

I ring the doorbell.  You answer it, you’re wearing your grey rangers hoodie.  Your legs and feet are bare, glancing down I think I can just see the tip of your soft cock poking out of the bottom of the hoodie. I want to reach forward and explore that possibility but you step back, just out of reach, and invite me in.

I move into your foyer and you close the door and you pull me into an embrace, I caress up  the back of your legs and find only ass greeting my exploratory hands.  They clasp your firm muscular cheeks, spread them, and I trace a finger across your crack.  I can feel your cock jump.

Sliding my hands up, I grab the bottom of the hoodie and lift upwards, pulling it off and over your head. You’re naked now, lean muscular, strong and firm and I caress your body, trailing across your strong chest, tweaking nipples on each side, trailing down across your sixpack abs, down to your shaved cock, I move around that, and cup your smooth balls in my hand, weigh them, roll them, tug on them a little.

You reach down and hold my hand in place on your balls and move us into your home, towards the sofa.  I push you down and standing over you I take my clothes off.  I’m older and rounder than you but you run your hands through the hair on the my belly and down to my cock.  I keep my balls shaved but the pubes are only lightly trimmed.  Your hand caresses my cock and balls and as I lean down and do the same to you.

Repositioning, I shift you around and get between your legs. I caress your now hardening cock, sliding my hands up its long silky length.  Pearls of precum begin to decorate the tip already and I don’t hesitate the lean forward and let my tongue lap them up.  Tasting your salty goodness for the first time. As my hand slides up the very crest of your cock head, my mouth follows this time. I open my mouth and following my hand down to your root, my mouth engulfs you deep into my throat. I begin to milk your hard cock with hand and mouth, slowly stroking you, spitting on your cock, swallowing it. Lifting off your cock, I pull your legs up and spread your ass cheeks, opening you for my tongue to explore.

I give you a few laps wetting you, as I stroke your cock. 

“I want to feel your mouth on my cock” I tell you.  You look at me, your hard cock quivering between us, your need to fill my throat shows by the hard cock pulsing.  I don’t give you a chance to say no, I stand up and position my cock at your mouth.

As sexy as you are laying naked in front of me, as hard as your cock is, I still wonder, is he really?  I wave my cock in front of your face, trace its head across your lips.  They part and your tongue flicks out, you taste me and then open wider and I push forward into your mouth.  The warm wetness closes around me and I bury my six inches into your throat.  Caressing your short dark hair, holding your head still and I fuck you gently. 

Gently isn’t what you want in this moment and I don’t know how you did it but we’re suddenly on the floor, your cock above my face, mine still in your mouth.  You thrust forward and my mouth opens to take you.  You start to fuck my throat and you milk my cock with yours.  My hands reach up and around and begin to caress your ass, following that trickle of fur down your lower back and into your crack.  I move one hand to my mouth and wet my fingers and slowly insert first one finger, then a second into your tight hole.  The warmth as your ass closes around me turns me on even more, I try to fuck up into your mouth but your weight on top of me holds me still, while you’re free to fuck my throat and ride my finger.

Pulling out, I again bring my hand to my mouth, this time wetting two fingers and I return to your ass, they slide into you, and you moan, vibrating against my cock.

You follow suit now, and you insert first one, then two fingers into my ass.  And oh god, I want to cum but not yet, I’m trying to hold out.

Once again, we flip around this time you’re on your back and my ass is inches from your hard cock.  I lower myself down onto you and inch after inch slides into me until your full, tree limb length is buried in my ass.  I begin to rock, to ride you.  You reach up and hold me still and thrust up and into me, pounding my ass with your full length.  Hard deep thrusts.

I’m stroking my cock, my full balls resting on your abs.  And then you pause and say the words I’ve been yearning to hear.  “Fuck me, Doug,” you pant.  I think you’re straining to hold on to your load as well, as we both want this to last.

You climb up onto your grey sofa and you lift your legs, readying yourself.  I lean down and tongue fuck you again, adding a finger to my tongue, then two and the I lift up and position my cock and begin to fuck into you. 

It’s pure heaven, tight around my cock as I slide all six inches into you. I rest at the bottom of the stroke and look down into your amazing eyes, I lean down and I kiss you and you kiss me back.  And we fuck.

It doesn’t take long though as my pump was already primed and I warn you I’m going to cum.  My cock explodes into you, 4, then 5 strong pulses of cum empty into your insides and just as I cum in you, your cock explodes across those magnificent abs.

When I catch my breath, I slowly pull out of you, a sea of cum flows along with my cock and we’ve painted the sofa.  I lean down to lick up what I can from your ass, then lift up and lick my way up your belly.  Your cum has left trails down across your stomach and is also pooling on the sofa.  But enough remains that I get a mouthful of us both and I reach up to kiss you, to share our loads and taste each other. 

Standing we realize that your sofa is covered in cum, with four or five splotches of cooling seed.

“Well I’m selling it anyway,” and you laugh.

 

 

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