This happened last Friday night when I went out to a bar to meet some guy whose ad I found on My Gaydar. We exchanged some e-mails, two or three maybe, to define exactly what both of us were looking for. We were both after hot sexy adventures, so after we gave each other our detailed descriptions we decided to meet in person.
This was supposed to be the day so as the evening was getting closer I went to the bathroom and first shaved my face and also my balls, ass and cock shaft, and trimmed my pubes into a nicer form. I like to have things in order for the eye also. Then I took a shower. As soon as the warm water hit my tense body I shivered, and my 7.5’’ cock started to swell a bit reminding me it had been two weeks since my last fuck. I thought once more about that sweet and sooo sexy 19-year-old German exchange student, that was so obviously fascinated by my 5’10 tanned body, which showed to anyone the results of 3 years regular twice-a-week fitness training.
I have to say I’m not looking to pump my muscles like balloons, but I do try to keep in shape. And I succeed, judging from the looks guys (and women) give me. Anyway the kid – I know, he’s only four years my junior, but he was really more a kid than a man, but in a sweet way – had to return home to Germany so we had our last good-bye fuck...well...two weeks ago. Man, I miss his smooth ass and his gentle but dedicated mouth. Oh, and his 6-incher was the most aerodynamically shaped cock you ever saw. So perfect in shape I thought about making a silicone copy to use as a paperweight in my office. Then again, customers might notice... ;-)
Unfortunately, that’s all in the past. I got dressed afterwards and paid extra attention to my choice of clothes so that they would point out the best aspects my body has to offer. A tight dark blue striped T-shirt and some pants that fit tight against my ass and I was ready to go. We were to meet at a bar just four blocks away, so I decided to walk and get some fresh air...and maybe show-off a bit. The sun went down more than two hours ago but it was still very warm and you could feel the warmth radiating from all of the concrete around you. My thoughts began diverting towards the bar where I was headed and my mind was bringing up images of all the guys I met there since I moved to this place almost 3 years ago. There must have been some 10, 12 guys altogether. With most of them it was just a sex thing, you know, fuck-buddies you call every now and then to have fun with, but two of them were a bit more serious. It didn’t work out though – one of them died in a car crash three weeks after we met and the other couldn’t bare the fact that I’m also into gang-banging when there’s a chance. Too bad, he could have been a great material for 5 or 6 of my friends to fuck. He loved having a cock up his ass but somehow didn’t like the idea of being fucked by more guys on one occasion.
Thinking about that with my cock half hard in my pants, I arrived at the place, went in and stopped at the bar to get the time from Jason, who works there as a bartender and a waiter. He’s also gay, though this isn’t (at least not officially) a gay bar. It’s just that the atmosphere allows you to be a bit more private, it’s never crowded and all you can hear is some gentle quiet music in the background and occasionally glasses being set on the bar or the tables by Jason. They also have a shelf with newspapers and some magazines to read while drinking your beverage or waiting for someone.
I suppose the bar is meant more or less for intellectual type of people and the like. I was early like usually, because I hate being late and I also never wait for guys that are late for more than 15 minutes. I ordered a cocktail to refresh myself and relax, took a magazine with me to read while I was waiting, then found a table in the second room, which was a bit darkened and the tables were separated by screens with pictures hanging on them. There seemed to be no one in the bar except for Jason and myself so when Jason brought my drink I inquired, “Slow evening, huh?”
“More or less, yeah. There’s just some guy over there drinking his third Multiple Orgasm, though I don’t think he’s going to get any real ones tonight. Too bad, he’s cute!”
“Then why don’t you provide him with some fun?”
“You know me,” he grinned, “no fun while working. Besides I don’t even know if he’s gay.”
“All work and no fun makes Jack a dull boy,” I provoked him further knowing that the real reason for lack of action on his side was a recent braking-up with a guy after 7 years living together. I tried, like so many times before, to show him it’s not the end of the world.
“Lucky for me my parents named me Jason instead of Jack,” he said, smiled and went back to the bar.
I read the magazine for a while and during that realised I can’t stop wondering what this guy Jason told me about was really like and all. He must have been sitting a couple of tables before me, so he was out of my view because of the wooden panels dividing the tables. Just as I thought about changing tables I heard a sound of someone grabbing his glass, sliding his behind over the leather bench in order to get out from behind his table and walking across the room to another one.
At first I could see him from the side and when he continued across the room I could see his front side also. And there was a lot to see too! A black-haired gorgeous looking guy, judging from his looks I’d say he was of Arabic descent (probably another of these exchange students that are crawling all over the city), somewhere around 20 years of age, with a beautiful dark tan and a defined but not so muscular body. He was dressed in a sleeveless tight top that hugged his body very closely to my great fortune. You could clearly see his nipples pointing out a bit.
He was also in Levi’s jeans that were definitely too tight on his ass and also on his front-pack which was pressing forward, making out a significant bulge. I remember thinking if he was hard at the time. While he was walking in a relatively slow pace, he turned his head to my side and smiled. Our eyes met and neither of us blinked or removed his eyes from the other. Some half a minute must have passed, during which he already sat down in the opposite separe facing me and made himself comfortable by leaning against the wall and spreading his legs a bit. I was fascinated by his appearance and felt confused for a while so after he finally looked away. I too started staring at my glass and thinking ‘God, I have got to get that guy!’ I was brainstorming for an idea how to get to know him and totally forgot why I was there, though if I had remembered to ask again for the time I would have found out that I must have been stood up. Not my loss, surely!
My cock started to wake up and I couldn’t care less about the magazine article anymore. I took a sip at my caipirinha and while I had my glass at my mouth I took a chance and looked at him again. He was leaning against the wall like before with one of his arms resting on the cushions that were set against the wall for more comfort and had the other arm in his lap, his hand gliding over the inner side of his thigh towards his knee and back. He was staring straight at me and his look was not one of a straight guy. He was most certainly playing for our team.
Thank God! My cock was throbbing and pressing hard against my zipper. I knew I had to make the next move. I leaned back like him and grabbed my dick through my pants to adjust it and also to let him know I’m playing along. He was obviously very satisfied to see that I’m interested, because he went to his own cock with his hand and began rubbing it through the pants. The bulge, and I couldn’t believe my eyes, was growing even more. That answered my question – ha wasn’t hard before, he’s getting hard now and I can’t imagine how it can fit in there. Right after I thought about that, his other arm went to his zipper and he started to open his pants. He opened them, and then pushed them to his knees not caring for a moment that Jason or some other customer might step in the room at any time. Underneath the fabric he had some white tight boxers and he began getting them off as well.
At that time I couldn’t hold on any longer so I motioned to him with my hand to stop and to follow me to the restroom. He looked a bit surprised as I so abruptly stopped his show, but got the idea soon and followed my lead. I went past the bar to the men’s room, Jason was nowhere in sight at the moment and I thought he might be occupying the restroom. I soon found out he wasn’t because all the stalls were empty when I got there. There was no one taking a piss either. So I waited by the door for my newly acquainted friend to come in and suddenly I felt precum oozing out of my cock-head. That’s how horny I was. He came to the restroom some 10 seconds after me and right after he stepped inside I locked the door with the key, which was always in the keyhole. God knows why--maybe for occasions like this one.
There were no niceties like ‘hi, how are you, what’s your name’ and the like. We had lust in our eyes and that was all that needed to be known at that time. His face was a incredibly handsome, dark eyes with a deep look, an angelic smile and shiny white teeth. With a face of a person slightly inebriated from alcohol and very inebriated by lust and sky-high testosterone levels in his blood he said: “I want sex!”
“That’s two of us!” I replied, grabbed him around his waist and neck and pulled him towards me almost crushing his gentle but not so frail body. We kissed and saliva started mixing, tongues flickering and jabbing in each other’s mouth, mind loosing even the last of its control. While still kissing I turned us both around away from the door and pushed him against the wall.
“Now show me your cock. I want to see that monster.”
He either didn’t understand what I meant exactly or he was playing hard to get. I wasn’t about to go into a lesson of English language so I simply grabbed his top and started pulling it off. He got the idea and started helping me. While he was struggling with getting the top over his head I started unzipping his pants. Then I pushed them down to the floor – with some effort I might add – and went down on my knees at the same time. I was staring directly at his boxer shorts now and before my face was an outline of what must have been the biggest cock I ever laid my eyes upon. With my help he stepped out of his pants and right after that I began pulling down his boxers. I hooked my fingers at the back of them, just above his ass and slid them down a bit so I could already feel the smooth, cool skin of his butt cheeks.
My hands went to the front now to try to release the throbbing cock--much trouble that caused me, some because of its size, most because of my trembling hands. I was nervous and in serious anticipation. With just cause, I should say. When I finally got the boxers off, there stood a cock of at least 11 or 12 inches, not completely hard, swaying sideways under its own weight. My eyes almost popped out and my mouth watered instantly. I grabbed the shaft energetically but with some kind of respect. Respect for whom? God certainly, for making manhoods of such enormous proportions.
After looking at it for a couple of seconds, mesmerized by its size, I went forward with my head and pushed out my tongue to taste it. I swear I felt an electric shock as my tongue touched the tip of its head. It was already wet with precum and I absolutely love precum and cum. I’m a total cum-freak. I love to have guys cum in my mouth or all over my body. Sometimes when I fuck them I cum all over their ass and lick my cum off. Then I began sucking on it slowly and making rhythmic movements up and down the shaft. He began moaning out of pleasure and so did I. There’s no words that can describe the pleasure of pleasuring such a monstrous cock. After a while I wanted to try how far I can get it in my mouth. I have to say, with practice, I’ve managed to relax my throat enough to engulf most of the cocks I have had until now, but this was a battle with a foreknown result. After some trouble I felt totally disempowered, even frustrated because so much of the iron rod simply wouldn’t fit my mouth. Next thing I hear was: “Fuck me!”
Now, that seriously came as a total shock! I mean I’m mostly top but I like being bottom also. Seeing such a tool was a definite proof to me that the guy was top and my ass was itching just from the site of it. No doubt about that. And now he wants me to fuck him. Despite the surprise I wasn’t about to discuss the dilemma but rather fulfill his request. “You got it, man.”
I stood up and he turned facing the mirrors above the sinks, leaned against them with his hands and spread his legs. I caressed his butt, feeling the hole with my fingers, then spat in my hand and started probing his ass. He began moaning but soon said, “No fingers, cock!”
I quickly undressed and got rid of my clothes with my fuckpole standing rock-hard in the air. I spat again in my hand and started making my shaft wet. After I was sure it was wet enough I put the cockhead against his asshole and pushed gently. He rocked back towards me to help get it in – he was obviously very hungry for cock. The expression on his face, which reflected in the mirrors, when my cock finally penetrated the entrance to his cock-milking fuck-hole was that of total exaltation – just as if he had entered through the Heavenly gates.
“All in, cock in all way!” he muttered.
“Oh, yes...don’t you worry ‘bout that!” I replied and shoved in an additional couple of inches of my man meat that was throbbing and pulsing while entering his tight-as-ever ass. It was like entering a shrine for me. He moaned quietly as I pushed my cock slowly but surely in his asshole. After it was in about 5’’ he suddenly pushed back with all of his weight almost throwing us both off balance. In a split second my cock was buried in his bowels and I could feel his muscles adjusting to it, squeezing and relaxing in rhythm. “Fuck me, please, fuck me!” he said with a hardly hearable voice. But I needed no encouragement whatsoever. I held his hips with both of my hands and began moving my ass back until just the tip of my cock was in him, then I jolted forward quickly, burying my whole dick in him again.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.....yeah, good, more, more!”
I started picking up pace and fucking his ass quicker with a steady rhythm. Due to the warm air and the heat we were producing we were quickly getting really sweaty and it was dripping from both of us. I was fucking him faster and faster, like he demanded and even though he had a tight hole, he managed to hold on admirably well. From time to time I slowed down, wiggled my cock in his ass a bit, massaging his prostate, which obviously caused ecstatic feelings in his body. Then again I would fuck him faster for some time, change the speed now and again, fuck with shorter jabs and quicker, then with long and slow movements making sure he would feel every inch of my rod. He was jerking his own dick with his hand and enjoying his ride like a prince encouraging me all along. After some time he jells.
“I want you to cum on my ass!”
“Oh, yeah, baby...” I said and started fucking him like there was no tomorrow.
“Spray me with you cum. Let me feel your hot semen.”
“I’m getting close, ohhhh, man...”
I could feel him squeezing his muscles even more, making my cock feel even harder and more sensitive and really heightening my pleasure. That made me even hornier so I gathered all of my remaining energy and began pounding into his ass without mercy. Soon I felt that inevitable moment coming near.
“I’m cuming man, here goes...” I pulled my cock out of his ass and started jerking it with all might.
“Yeah...oh, god, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...”
The first spurt of my thick fuck-cream flew over his back in an arch and landed on the mirror, the second I managed to direct on his ass, then all the rest of them. There must have been a pint of hot, thick sperm on his ass, slowly oozing down his cheeks. I went down to my knees, grabbed his cheeks, spread them and began licking and swallowing my own hot cum. When he felt that his half hard cock stiffened again and he turned around grabbing my head and forcing his incredible dick in my mouth. I got hold of it quickly and started sucking him like he’d never been sucked before. He was fucking my mouth, occasionally making me gag with his prick but I wouldn’t give up. It just added oil to my fire, my mouth was getting sore from all the effort in sucking but I paid no attention. All I knew was I wanted to make him cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste his cum--I wanted to swallow it all!
“Aaahh...I’m going to cum! Make me cum, suck my cock, suck, suck, lick it, yessss...aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”
He began spurting in my mouth, fucking them at the same time not stopping for a moment. His cock was hard like a rock and the sperm was hot and sticky, sweet in taste. It was flowing out the corners of my mouth, dripping to the floor, I was swallowing as fast as I could but to no avail. I was sure he hadn’t had an orgasm in at least a week so his balls were filled with this wonderful white fluid.
We were absolutely wasted and needed a couple of minutes to regain our strength again. I got off the floor and looked into his watery blurred eyes. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him towards me. I kissed him and made him taste the mix of our fuck-juices. He put his arms around me and pressed himself against my sweaty body. We kissed for a few moments and then slowly dressed ourselves. No words were spoken until I finally asked, “Would you like to go to my place to freshen up a bit, take a shower maybe?”
“Yes, I can’t go back to the dorm. It’s locked after 10 p.m.”
I was obviously right about him being a student. We went to my place where he spent the night. Seeing him all tired from tonight’s events I decided not to pursue any more action tonight though I wanted to have at least another good-night suck before bed-time. But I changed my mind and started wondering how it would feel to have him fuck me. I wasn’t about to let this chance go away. No way!
This was supposed to be the day so as the evening was getting closer I went to the bathroom and first shaved my face and also my balls, ass and cock shaft, and trimmed my pubes into a nicer form. I like to have things in order for the eye also. Then I took a shower. As soon as the warm water hit my tense body I shivered, and my 7.5’’ cock started to swell a bit reminding me it had been two weeks since my last fuck. I thought once more about that sweet and sooo sexy 19-year-old German exchange student, that was so obviously fascinated by my 5’10 tanned body, which showed to anyone the results of 3 years regular twice-a-week fitness training.
I have to say I’m not looking to pump my muscles like balloons, but I do try to keep in shape. And I succeed, judging from the looks guys (and women) give me. Anyway the kid – I know, he’s only four years my junior, but he was really more a kid than a man, but in a sweet way – had to return home to Germany so we had our last good-bye fuck...well...two weeks ago. Man, I miss his smooth ass and his gentle but dedicated mouth. Oh, and his 6-incher was the most aerodynamically shaped cock you ever saw. So perfect in shape I thought about making a silicone copy to use as a paperweight in my office. Then again, customers might notice... ;-)
Unfortunately, that’s all in the past. I got dressed afterwards and paid extra attention to my choice of clothes so that they would point out the best aspects my body has to offer. A tight dark blue striped T-shirt and some pants that fit tight against my ass and I was ready to go. We were to meet at a bar just four blocks away, so I decided to walk and get some fresh air...and maybe show-off a bit. The sun went down more than two hours ago but it was still very warm and you could feel the warmth radiating from all of the concrete around you. My thoughts began diverting towards the bar where I was headed and my mind was bringing up images of all the guys I met there since I moved to this place almost 3 years ago. There must have been some 10, 12 guys altogether. With most of them it was just a sex thing, you know, fuck-buddies you call every now and then to have fun with, but two of them were a bit more serious. It didn’t work out though – one of them died in a car crash three weeks after we met and the other couldn’t bare the fact that I’m also into gang-banging when there’s a chance. Too bad, he could have been a great material for 5 or 6 of my friends to fuck. He loved having a cock up his ass but somehow didn’t like the idea of being fucked by more guys on one occasion.
Thinking about that with my cock half hard in my pants, I arrived at the place, went in and stopped at the bar to get the time from Jason, who works there as a bartender and a waiter. He’s also gay, though this isn’t (at least not officially) a gay bar. It’s just that the atmosphere allows you to be a bit more private, it’s never crowded and all you can hear is some gentle quiet music in the background and occasionally glasses being set on the bar or the tables by Jason. They also have a shelf with newspapers and some magazines to read while drinking your beverage or waiting for someone.
I suppose the bar is meant more or less for intellectual type of people and the like. I was early like usually, because I hate being late and I also never wait for guys that are late for more than 15 minutes. I ordered a cocktail to refresh myself and relax, took a magazine with me to read while I was waiting, then found a table in the second room, which was a bit darkened and the tables were separated by screens with pictures hanging on them. There seemed to be no one in the bar except for Jason and myself so when Jason brought my drink I inquired, “Slow evening, huh?”
“More or less, yeah. There’s just some guy over there drinking his third Multiple Orgasm, though I don’t think he’s going to get any real ones tonight. Too bad, he’s cute!”
“Then why don’t you provide him with some fun?”
“You know me,” he grinned, “no fun while working. Besides I don’t even know if he’s gay.”
“All work and no fun makes Jack a dull boy,” I provoked him further knowing that the real reason for lack of action on his side was a recent braking-up with a guy after 7 years living together. I tried, like so many times before, to show him it’s not the end of the world.
“Lucky for me my parents named me Jason instead of Jack,” he said, smiled and went back to the bar.
I read the magazine for a while and during that realised I can’t stop wondering what this guy Jason told me about was really like and all. He must have been sitting a couple of tables before me, so he was out of my view because of the wooden panels dividing the tables. Just as I thought about changing tables I heard a sound of someone grabbing his glass, sliding his behind over the leather bench in order to get out from behind his table and walking across the room to another one.
At first I could see him from the side and when he continued across the room I could see his front side also. And there was a lot to see too! A black-haired gorgeous looking guy, judging from his looks I’d say he was of Arabic descent (probably another of these exchange students that are crawling all over the city), somewhere around 20 years of age, with a beautiful dark tan and a defined but not so muscular body. He was dressed in a sleeveless tight top that hugged his body very closely to my great fortune. You could clearly see his nipples pointing out a bit.
He was also in Levi’s jeans that were definitely too tight on his ass and also on his front-pack which was pressing forward, making out a significant bulge. I remember thinking if he was hard at the time. While he was walking in a relatively slow pace, he turned his head to my side and smiled. Our eyes met and neither of us blinked or removed his eyes from the other. Some half a minute must have passed, during which he already sat down in the opposite separe facing me and made himself comfortable by leaning against the wall and spreading his legs a bit. I was fascinated by his appearance and felt confused for a while so after he finally looked away. I too started staring at my glass and thinking ‘God, I have got to get that guy!’ I was brainstorming for an idea how to get to know him and totally forgot why I was there, though if I had remembered to ask again for the time I would have found out that I must have been stood up. Not my loss, surely!
My cock started to wake up and I couldn’t care less about the magazine article anymore. I took a sip at my caipirinha and while I had my glass at my mouth I took a chance and looked at him again. He was leaning against the wall like before with one of his arms resting on the cushions that were set against the wall for more comfort and had the other arm in his lap, his hand gliding over the inner side of his thigh towards his knee and back. He was staring straight at me and his look was not one of a straight guy. He was most certainly playing for our team.
Thank God! My cock was throbbing and pressing hard against my zipper. I knew I had to make the next move. I leaned back like him and grabbed my dick through my pants to adjust it and also to let him know I’m playing along. He was obviously very satisfied to see that I’m interested, because he went to his own cock with his hand and began rubbing it through the pants. The bulge, and I couldn’t believe my eyes, was growing even more. That answered my question – ha wasn’t hard before, he’s getting hard now and I can’t imagine how it can fit in there. Right after I thought about that, his other arm went to his zipper and he started to open his pants. He opened them, and then pushed them to his knees not caring for a moment that Jason or some other customer might step in the room at any time. Underneath the fabric he had some white tight boxers and he began getting them off as well.
At that time I couldn’t hold on any longer so I motioned to him with my hand to stop and to follow me to the restroom. He looked a bit surprised as I so abruptly stopped his show, but got the idea soon and followed my lead. I went past the bar to the men’s room, Jason was nowhere in sight at the moment and I thought he might be occupying the restroom. I soon found out he wasn’t because all the stalls were empty when I got there. There was no one taking a piss either. So I waited by the door for my newly acquainted friend to come in and suddenly I felt precum oozing out of my cock-head. That’s how horny I was. He came to the restroom some 10 seconds after me and right after he stepped inside I locked the door with the key, which was always in the keyhole. God knows why--maybe for occasions like this one.
There were no niceties like ‘hi, how are you, what’s your name’ and the like. We had lust in our eyes and that was all that needed to be known at that time. His face was a incredibly handsome, dark eyes with a deep look, an angelic smile and shiny white teeth. With a face of a person slightly inebriated from alcohol and very inebriated by lust and sky-high testosterone levels in his blood he said: “I want sex!”
“That’s two of us!” I replied, grabbed him around his waist and neck and pulled him towards me almost crushing his gentle but not so frail body. We kissed and saliva started mixing, tongues flickering and jabbing in each other’s mouth, mind loosing even the last of its control. While still kissing I turned us both around away from the door and pushed him against the wall.
“Now show me your cock. I want to see that monster.”
He either didn’t understand what I meant exactly or he was playing hard to get. I wasn’t about to go into a lesson of English language so I simply grabbed his top and started pulling it off. He got the idea and started helping me. While he was struggling with getting the top over his head I started unzipping his pants. Then I pushed them down to the floor – with some effort I might add – and went down on my knees at the same time. I was staring directly at his boxer shorts now and before my face was an outline of what must have been the biggest cock I ever laid my eyes upon. With my help he stepped out of his pants and right after that I began pulling down his boxers. I hooked my fingers at the back of them, just above his ass and slid them down a bit so I could already feel the smooth, cool skin of his butt cheeks.
My hands went to the front now to try to release the throbbing cock--much trouble that caused me, some because of its size, most because of my trembling hands. I was nervous and in serious anticipation. With just cause, I should say. When I finally got the boxers off, there stood a cock of at least 11 or 12 inches, not completely hard, swaying sideways under its own weight. My eyes almost popped out and my mouth watered instantly. I grabbed the shaft energetically but with some kind of respect. Respect for whom? God certainly, for making manhoods of such enormous proportions.
After looking at it for a couple of seconds, mesmerized by its size, I went forward with my head and pushed out my tongue to taste it. I swear I felt an electric shock as my tongue touched the tip of its head. It was already wet with precum and I absolutely love precum and cum. I’m a total cum-freak. I love to have guys cum in my mouth or all over my body. Sometimes when I fuck them I cum all over their ass and lick my cum off. Then I began sucking on it slowly and making rhythmic movements up and down the shaft. He began moaning out of pleasure and so did I. There’s no words that can describe the pleasure of pleasuring such a monstrous cock. After a while I wanted to try how far I can get it in my mouth. I have to say, with practice, I’ve managed to relax my throat enough to engulf most of the cocks I have had until now, but this was a battle with a foreknown result. After some trouble I felt totally disempowered, even frustrated because so much of the iron rod simply wouldn’t fit my mouth. Next thing I hear was: “Fuck me!”
Now, that seriously came as a total shock! I mean I’m mostly top but I like being bottom also. Seeing such a tool was a definite proof to me that the guy was top and my ass was itching just from the site of it. No doubt about that. And now he wants me to fuck him. Despite the surprise I wasn’t about to discuss the dilemma but rather fulfill his request. “You got it, man.”
I stood up and he turned facing the mirrors above the sinks, leaned against them with his hands and spread his legs. I caressed his butt, feeling the hole with my fingers, then spat in my hand and started probing his ass. He began moaning but soon said, “No fingers, cock!”
I quickly undressed and got rid of my clothes with my fuckpole standing rock-hard in the air. I spat again in my hand and started making my shaft wet. After I was sure it was wet enough I put the cockhead against his asshole and pushed gently. He rocked back towards me to help get it in – he was obviously very hungry for cock. The expression on his face, which reflected in the mirrors, when my cock finally penetrated the entrance to his cock-milking fuck-hole was that of total exaltation – just as if he had entered through the Heavenly gates.
“All in, cock in all way!” he muttered.
“Oh, yes...don’t you worry ‘bout that!” I replied and shoved in an additional couple of inches of my man meat that was throbbing and pulsing while entering his tight-as-ever ass. It was like entering a shrine for me. He moaned quietly as I pushed my cock slowly but surely in his asshole. After it was in about 5’’ he suddenly pushed back with all of his weight almost throwing us both off balance. In a split second my cock was buried in his bowels and I could feel his muscles adjusting to it, squeezing and relaxing in rhythm. “Fuck me, please, fuck me!” he said with a hardly hearable voice. But I needed no encouragement whatsoever. I held his hips with both of my hands and began moving my ass back until just the tip of my cock was in him, then I jolted forward quickly, burying my whole dick in him again.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.....yeah, good, more, more!”
I started picking up pace and fucking his ass quicker with a steady rhythm. Due to the warm air and the heat we were producing we were quickly getting really sweaty and it was dripping from both of us. I was fucking him faster and faster, like he demanded and even though he had a tight hole, he managed to hold on admirably well. From time to time I slowed down, wiggled my cock in his ass a bit, massaging his prostate, which obviously caused ecstatic feelings in his body. Then again I would fuck him faster for some time, change the speed now and again, fuck with shorter jabs and quicker, then with long and slow movements making sure he would feel every inch of my rod. He was jerking his own dick with his hand and enjoying his ride like a prince encouraging me all along. After some time he jells.
“I want you to cum on my ass!”
“Oh, yeah, baby...” I said and started fucking him like there was no tomorrow.
“Spray me with you cum. Let me feel your hot semen.”
“I’m getting close, ohhhh, man...”
I could feel him squeezing his muscles even more, making my cock feel even harder and more sensitive and really heightening my pleasure. That made me even hornier so I gathered all of my remaining energy and began pounding into his ass without mercy. Soon I felt that inevitable moment coming near.
“I’m cuming man, here goes...” I pulled my cock out of his ass and started jerking it with all might.
“Yeah...oh, god, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...”
The first spurt of my thick fuck-cream flew over his back in an arch and landed on the mirror, the second I managed to direct on his ass, then all the rest of them. There must have been a pint of hot, thick sperm on his ass, slowly oozing down his cheeks. I went down to my knees, grabbed his cheeks, spread them and began licking and swallowing my own hot cum. When he felt that his half hard cock stiffened again and he turned around grabbing my head and forcing his incredible dick in my mouth. I got hold of it quickly and started sucking him like he’d never been sucked before. He was fucking my mouth, occasionally making me gag with his prick but I wouldn’t give up. It just added oil to my fire, my mouth was getting sore from all the effort in sucking but I paid no attention. All I knew was I wanted to make him cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste his cum--I wanted to swallow it all!
“Aaahh...I’m going to cum! Make me cum, suck my cock, suck, suck, lick it, yessss...aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”
He began spurting in my mouth, fucking them at the same time not stopping for a moment. His cock was hard like a rock and the sperm was hot and sticky, sweet in taste. It was flowing out the corners of my mouth, dripping to the floor, I was swallowing as fast as I could but to no avail. I was sure he hadn’t had an orgasm in at least a week so his balls were filled with this wonderful white fluid.
We were absolutely wasted and needed a couple of minutes to regain our strength again. I got off the floor and looked into his watery blurred eyes. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him towards me. I kissed him and made him taste the mix of our fuck-juices. He put his arms around me and pressed himself against my sweaty body. We kissed for a few moments and then slowly dressed ourselves. No words were spoken until I finally asked, “Would you like to go to my place to freshen up a bit, take a shower maybe?”
“Yes, I can’t go back to the dorm. It’s locked after 10 p.m.”
I was obviously right about him being a student. We went to my place where he spent the night. Seeing him all tired from tonight’s events I decided not to pursue any more action tonight though I wanted to have at least another good-night suck before bed-time. But I changed my mind and started wondering how it would feel to have him fuck me. I wasn’t about to let this chance go away. No way!
