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“You are hot.” was all I could say.
He said he had to leave, but gave me his number and got mine. He asked if I wanted to get together again. I said, “Anytime you want. You just let me know.”
“Be careful, I may just take you up on that offer.”
“I sure as hell hope so. Come on, let’s go again.”
He burst into laughter, and said, “Dude, I haven’t had sex in months, you gotta let me ease back into it.”
I chuckled and said, “Good night.”
As I closed the door, I said, “THAT’s what he calls ‘easing’ back into it?” I tried to imagine what might happen in the future or if there would even be any future sessions. I went to bed shortly after he left, but all night I kept waking up thinking about this surreal experience. Knowing that he was sleeping on the other side of the wall from me, didn’t help much. I wanted more of him.At just a few minutes after 4 am, my phone rang. I immediately assumed there had been some death or injury in the family. I answered only to hear his voice, still dry and groggy from just waking up. “Paul. It’s Trent. Wanna come help me with my morning wood?”
“Yeah.” I replied.
“Come on over. I just unlocked the front door.”
I jumped out of bed and brushed my teeth. I got dressed and went next door, tapping a couple times before I went in. As I opened the door, I heard him say, “Back here!” I turned the corner to his bedroom, but what I saw just didn’t register. He had turned his body up so that his ass was straight up in the air. His feet were against the wall above his head, and he was sucking his own cock! I was so confused.
“What the hell?” were the words that came out of my mouth.
I had so many questions, but then he gave me my orders, “Eat my ass, Dude…while I suck my cock. I’ve always fantsized about this, but chicks don’t eat ass.”
I got onto the bed, so my stomach was against his back, and his ass was in my face. I could look him right in the eye, and see his cock moving in and out of his own mouth. He sure didn’t look like an amateur at this.
“Is a guy gay if he sucks his own cock?” I wondered. Maybe not. You’re not gay if you jack yourself off, but jacking another guy off is suspicious at the very least. The truth is, there are certain natural gifts a guy needs to be able to blow himself, and this guy had both the agility and the big cock to pull it off, and I had to admit it was totally hot to see happening!
As I probed his ass with my tongue, he brought his feet forward, so that they were both directly in my face. My body braced against his back meant that he didn’t need his legs extended to maintain his position. I took a break from eating his ass, and started licking the soles of his beautiful feet. He moaned as I worked on his feet, and kept a finger sliding around his ass, which was still slick with my spit. “I have to be to work in an hour. Get back on my ass,” he said, and I willing obliged. I wondered what it was about a guy giving me instructions that was such a turn on, but now was not the time to delve into the psychological aspects of hot sex!
I looked into his eyes, as I pressed my tongue into his pulsing ass
ring. His eyes began to glaze over as he stroked and sucked his cock, simultaneously. This would be amazing to watch, but to be an active participant was making me nuts! He held his cock head at the front of his mouth as he said, “You want my cum?” I nodded. He said, “K”. Then, he kept stroking and sucking.
His breathing quickened, and his tight little asshole started to twitch. Each time it gaped a bit, I plunged my tongue into it, which was met by a loud moan each time. He now had a foot on each side of my head, as if he was holding my head in place on his ass, where it belonged. Then, I saw his nuts contract and his cock get completely rigid, and he was moaning and convulsing, as he fed himself his own cum. It must have been a huge load, because it was seeping out the sides of his mouth. He looked like he was in ecstasy. Hell, I almost came just watching it!
I could tell he had his cum held in his mouth, as he started to relax, all the while continuing to stroke every last drop out. I was still making the most of my opportunity to eat his ass, and as his hole relaxed, he continued to moan as my tongue took opportunistic plunges in to the depths of his ass.
Then, he put his hands on my hips and moved me back, so he could lie on the bed. He guided me onto my back, and then brought his face to within inches of my own. He reached down and pulled my chin down toward my chest, slowly guiding my mouth open. Just as my mouth opened, he began to let his cum run out of his mouth and into mine. It was so erotic, though it wasn’t something I hadn’t considered before. I usually swallowed my partners’ load and called it good. He truly wanted me to revel in the tastes and smells of his body. It was amazing, and when I had it all in my mouth, he put his index finger in my mouth and started to talk to me: “Yeah, you love my cum, don’t you. You love my body. You worship me, huh? Hold it in your mouth. You want some more?”
I had no clue what he meant, but then he leaned back against the headboard and told me to keep his load in my mouth. He pulled my head onto his cock, and held it there with his two big hands. He began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, and pushing me all the way down on it. I had no choice but to swallow some of his cum, but then I heard him say, “Yeah, I love it nice and sloppy like that. Your mouth is so hot and slick with my cum in there. Nice.”
I have to admit, this whole scene was driving me wild. His pace started to quicken, and his hands let me know he was in control of my mouth, and he was getting ready to feed me again. But the angle wasn’t right and his cock was hitting the back of my throat, instead of going into it. Suddenly, he pulled my head off and rolled me onto my back. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, so that my head hung over the edge, and then position a pillow under my shoulders to adjust the angle to his liking. Ihad a pretty good idea where we were going with this, when he pointed his dick at my mouth and said, “Open. Give me that throat.” FUCK, I loved it when he said that!
He slid his cock into my mouth and, yes, right down into my throat, I was impressed. He knew what he was doing. And he kept the narrative going, “Give me that throat, Dude. Yeah, you like my fuck pole sliding in and out of that throat. Aw, Man, I’m going to feed you another load. Come on. Don’t fight me. Give me that hot mouth of yours.” I then felt him brace his arms on the bed, as he plunged his cock into my throat and released his second load of the morning into my throat.
This time he collapsed on top of me, with his head on my belly. He just lay there, as his breathing returned to normal, and I stayed busy massaging his nuts and cleaning his cock with my mouth. Again, I found myself not wanting it to end. Twice in 24 hours this stud had delivered two serious loads from those big balls of his.
After a few minutes, he said, “That was awesome. I have to get ready for work. You gonna be around tonight? I’m not sure when I’ll be home.”
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