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I was totally overwhelmed by the great responses you sent me for "My Special Friend". that I "pulled this one out" and dusted it off.
Several people have remaked about their preferences for older men - and others for their "Profs". and then there is that Asian bottom "fantasy" (or reality, for some) - so I hope y'all enjoy "The Practice Room". Maybe this one can accumulate some "stars" - so don't forget to "rate it" -- (if you like it) !
It was a warm Friday evening – near the end of May. I was reflecting on my first year of college, and how quickly the time had passed. I had shuffled my way through my Friday classes in my cut-off’s and teeshirt – and was making my way to the basement of the Music Building for my daily practice session… Friday’s always seemed the worst time – because I’d be thinking about all my friends off partying – and me stuck for another 2-3 hours of trying to make some sense out of Chopin and Bach.
Adding to the heaviness of the warm Friday were wandering thoughts of how my Freshmen year was almost over and I had yet to meet a guy. There was lots of eye candy around,, and a couple of classmates, who out of boredom or something would go with me for coffee, or the occasional lunch, but they all seemed quite straight, and had no idea I had a few fleeting crushes. My real interest lied in the likes of two of my Professors as I have always had a thing for “mature” men. Big, masculine, men who could take care of me, fill my needs, as it were. If they had the salt & pepper look running through their hair – all the better. I just never figured any of them noticed me, a small framed, thin, Chinese boy, longing to be used by a man. So, I trudged off to practice, with no other options for the warm night that signaled the beginning of summer.
The Basement seemed extra hot for 6:00 p.m., but I was already there, so I went to my “usual room”; it had a pretty good Steinway, and I understood it and it me. We seemed to work well together. Since it was late on Friday, I had the place to myself, but after warming up for about 20 minutes, I heard some noise out in the hall. Apparently the maintenance man was still working, but this Friday nite, something was different !
I had seen Alex around the building. God, you couldn’t miss him. Not too tall, around 5’10, dark brown hair with little flecks of grey over his ears and a bit on top. Beautiful brown eyes, that lit up a room when he smiled, and the just right dark tanned complexion that gave away his South American ancestry. Even in his blue “uniform shirt” you could see the strength in his big arms, lightly covered in curly hair, and the tufts of dark fur peeking out thru the vee-neck tee shirt. Tonight, being later and warm, Alex arrived shirtless.
Yeah, something was different alright, as Alex came into my practice room he held the door ajar, hesitated, said “Excuse me, I just take the trash.” To my surprise, his kind smile was totally overshadowed by his extraordinary shirtless torso. I nearly fell off the stool. Not wanting to let on that I was practically dizzy, I just said “sure”, and fumbled with my sheet music.
I knew Alex was built, but I had no idea. The years of physical labor had done him good. I never knew what kind of work he did in Brazil, before coming here, but he was in more than excellent shape for a man of his 40 something years. His muscular frame, defined pecs, hard rippling abs were perfectly set off by just the right amount of dark curly hair around his nipples and across his chest, with a matching patch from just above his belly button downward, disappearing under his belt. Thoughts of what was under there tented my shorts, but he didn’t see.
I couldn’t even think about playing while he was in the room. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. He was trying to sweep a little, and those motions only accentuated his muscular upper arms and big shoulders. I thought I saw him flex his pecs a bit, when he saw I was watching. He didn’t say a word; he just smiled that awesome smile. When it seemed that there couldn’t be any other reason for him to stick around the practice room, I quickly made some small talk about the air conditioning to keep him there, and he said it had been acting up all day, but didn’t think it would be fixed until Monday. Then he moved close to my stool, and asked to clean up near the foot pedals. I moved to the right a bit, but stayed put, as he bent down between me and the piano to pick up some bits of paper I didn’t know were there.
Being that close to this man and his muscles was getting to be too much. Now I could smell his intoxicating smell, as well as watch every muscle in his back turn and twist as he reached down near my legs!! Then it happened. He brushed his arm against my leg, turned his head to the right and looked up at me and said –“Oh, sorry” but he kinda smiled, and I just said, “that’s okay, Alex”, before I even knew what I was saying. Alex added, “You seem really warm”, I can open the transom window since the AC is not working properly.
I said thanks, and he moved across the small room, reached up to pull down the small window at street level. My eyes followed, of course, and this time as he reached up his jeans moved down a bit and revealed an inch of his butt crack -- which was also lightly covered in fur, and again, I thought “how am I gonna practice now”. Trying to suppress my hard cock and carry on some superficial convo with Alex.
He turned back from the wall and said “Are you worried about something? “You seem stressed out. Maybe I should massage your shoulders?” he questioned. Before I could answer, his big hands were on either side of my neck and he began slowly massaging my tight muscles. If anything, I seemed to tense up more. As his huge hands covered my shoulders, my hard cock flexed from the excitement. I could feel the pre-cum wetting my shorts.
Alex says “I’ve listened to you play many times”. “You are very talented.” “Oh, gee”, I said, “I’m not very good”. “No, you play very well, and you will only do better with time, Alex encouraged. “I hope so” I said. “But I should be going soon” (thinking I didn’t want him to stop- but had to say something). Then he said, still stroking my shoulders and lower neck, “There’s no one else in the building. “Can’t you stay a while longer? Yeah, I guess so, but I have other studying to do.” I replied very tentatively.
“Come over to the upholstered chair/ you can get comfortable there and I can help relax your tense muscles better.” Alex said. As if in a dream, I moved over to the chair, my hard cock noticeably pushing against the front of my shorts. I hoped that the now growing wet spot of pre-cum was not too obvious. But then I thought, maybe it’s okay if it shows.
Standing behind me , Alex massaged, no caressed my shoulders, slowly moving his big strong hands down my back, thumbs pushing all the right buttons, and my breathing became more labored, almost panting.. “Does that feel better, Alex asked, “Sure” I mumbled, “that’s great”. I guess the whole week has caught up with me. I said. “I can do your feet too”, Alex half said, half asked. “It’s no problem.” and he moved around to the front, slipped off my sandals began the most sensual massage of my feet, while looking me straight in the eyes. “I’m always happy when you’re here playing, more than the other students.” Said Alex. Now I had the most awesome view of his shoulders and back muscles - the deep vee – cut down his spine, and at the same time I could see his big chest and hard nipples poking out on his thick pecs. His hands left my feet and moved up my calves, resting on my thighs. I’d like to repay you for all the enjoyment you’ve given me from your music. His right hand reaching for the snap on my shorts. I put my hand over his, he said, “Don’t make me stop; you won’t regret it, as he freed my throbbing cock from my shorts.
I kinda sunk down in the chair, nearly feeling faint, as his warm smile, turned into special warmth around my cock head. Then, with the kind of control and passion that comes with years of practice, not unlike my music. He played my cock as never before.
I reached down placed my hands on the sides of his head, half rubbing his hair, half grabbing his head and pulling it toward me. Not meaning to, I began to moan lightly, and flex my hips upward while Alex swallowed my throbbing cock. I had dreamed about this moment since last Semester.
As I threw my head from side to side, Alex expertly worked my hard cock. Licking the balls, working his way up the sack, sucking in the skin covered head – and working his tongue against the underside, and my piss slit, and I was in heaven. After bobbing up and down over me for some time, he stopped to say: “You’re uncut like me” he said, and my heart started pounding in my chest even harder. “I can show you”, he said, as he arched up , standing between my legs, he undid his belt, snap and zipper with one hand, his heavy blue jeans dropping down and stopping against my thighs.
His hard cock was trying to find its way through the slit in his boxers when he grabbed the waistband and pulled them down, freeing his big veiny uncut cock. It was quite big and thick, the thickest I’ve ever seen, but then I’ve only played with guys my own age up till now, and his big low hanging balls were like duck eggs. The dark, thick, curly pubes combined with the awesome smell of a working man, was almost too much to keep me from shaking. And just to be playful, he “flexed” his big muscle three times, so it was dancing near my face.
Without a word, he leaned in and I closed my eyes and took his big throbbing cockhead in my mouth. The feel of his foreskin against my tongue was awesome. I worked my tongue under the skin and against the head and swirled it around, now Alex was moaning too. I continued to drip pre-cum, as I moved up and down, trying to get my nose against his pubes. But he was too big. I eased down, to lick his ballsac, then worked my way up the almost 8 inches of shaft and I could hear how good I was doing by his loud moans and groans. He reached down and stroked my own throbbing cock while I sucked him and tugged on his ballsac with my free hand.
When I could feel his balls tighten up, I knew he was getting close. I could barely keep from cumming myself, so when he pulled out, I was kinda relieved.
He bent down over me, gently kissed me, and I thought I would cum right then.
“You can have more of this if you want, you know?” I mean where you want it. I think you do. I’m hoping you do
.
He wrapped his arms around me. In a big bear hug, and pulled me toward him. Our chests touching, my cock against his tummy. He planted another lip lock on me, shoving his tongue half way down my throat, while he carried me over to the piano bench in the corner. He turned me so as to lay me on my tummy across the bench.
I wanted him badly. I could barely breathe. The thought of what was to come had me dripping in sweat and pre-cum, and breathing hard and heavy.
Alex stood over me, but at my head and again ran his hands over my shoulders and back, caressing my body, savoring each touch. Again, with his dripping cock within reach of my lips, I took as much of it as I could in my mouth and swirled his pre-cum over his throbbing cock head. After a few minutes, he moved around behind me and slid his big hands down my ass cheeks, gently slipping his middle finger in my man hole. I squirmed a bit, he said “just relax”, and his gentle voice, and strong hands were all that I needed too “let go”.
Alex eased his big finger in and out of my hole, until he could feel that I was relaxed. I couldn’t stand it any longer, “Alex, fuck me” I blurted out - “I need you to fuck me now.” “Take it easy”, Alex advised, I want to please you, and I’ve been waiting a long time for this. And it will be good for both of us.
Alex straddled my legs, flexed his hips and moved his cock close to my waiting ass.
He grabbed the base of his cock and guided the head in my crack – sliding it up and down in the ultimate tease. “Oh man, stick it in, fuck! Please don’t stop, fuck me, hard. I want you now” I said. It was like someone else was speaking for me. But the feelings I was having were mine, and I had no doubt I had to have that big cock in me, and right now.
Alex was going to fuck me for sure, but in his own time. He had the control and determination of a man who knew what he was doing. He knew that if two minutes of teasing me, drove me crazy, all the better, for both of us. After a few minutes of teasing me with his cockhead, sliding in my crack, and pushing against my hole as I tried to push back against him, he pushed in closer and with more forcefulness, and began to grunt a bit. “Are you ready boy? This is what you want? Fuck yeah. It’s all for you baby” he said.
He was wet enough with his precum and some spit that he got into my manhole with some slow but deliberate pressure. Once he got the head in, I pushed out some and got him to work his way in deeper. When he was completely laying over me, he started a slow, deep thrusting and it was then I finally knew just how big this hot Latino was. It was pleasure, it was pain. It was pleasure again; there was no way I wanted him to stop. The more he pushed in, the more I wanted all of him. I wanted to feel his balls against my ass, as he pounded me into oblivion.
Alex was trying to go easy, but he got to a point he couldn’t hold back. I’m gonna fuck you good! You ready boy? You’re man enough for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna take it all, like a man, aren’t you.” He said. Come on Alex, you know I want it -- don’t stop, I’ll do anything you want. Fuck me daddy. I want it all.” I answered.
And Alex didn’t disappoint, and he didn’t stop. He shoved all 8 inches in my tight ass and I could feel his heavy ballsac slapping against my ass. With my own hard cock against the edge of the bench, I could feel the pre-cum dripping like a leaky faucet, and thinking I was going to cum any minute. No need to even touch myself, I was about to explode.
As the gentle pushing and slow thrusting became harder and faster, Alex started muttering in Portuguese while he piston fucked me. The bench and I seemed to be moving across the room, but he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. Not until he creamed in my ass, and I could feel his hot cum inside of me.
He slowed his thrusting a little, still moaning, until I heard “I’m cummin, Im cumnin”, “Oh fuck”. And he tensed up, then pumped my ass some more, while he came. It was too much for me, I reached down to grab my cock as I had already started cumming myself, and I shot a huge load all over the floor.
Alex again picked me up – put me back on the big chair, and licked my cock and balls clean of any remaining ooze of man cream. He was covered in sweat. We were both totally spent, and with a final kiss, he plunged his tongue down my throat, ran his big hands over my body, one more time and got up, reached for his jeans, and turned toward the door.
“I gotta go”, Alex seemed rushed now. My wife is going to be pissed if I’m late. "You gonna practice next week?" he asked. I said “Yeah, always here, you know me”.
“See you Friday, then”, Alex said, as he picked up his broom and trash bag and left the practice room.
I’ll be sure to start my practice session late next week -- when the building is empty. Maybe I’ll run into my music theory professor there sometime. That would be nice, but not as nice as Alex.
I was totally overwhelmed by the great responses you sent me for "My Special Friend". that I "pulled this one out" and dusted it off.
Several people have remaked about their preferences for older men - and others for their "Profs". and then there is that Asian bottom "fantasy" (or reality, for some) - so I hope y'all enjoy "The Practice Room". Maybe this one can accumulate some "stars" - so don't forget to "rate it" -- (if you like it) !
THE PRACTICE ROOM
It was a warm Friday evening – near the end of May. I was reflecting on my first year of college, and how quickly the time had passed. I had shuffled my way through my Friday classes in my cut-off’s and teeshirt – and was making my way to the basement of the Music Building for my daily practice session… Friday’s always seemed the worst time – because I’d be thinking about all my friends off partying – and me stuck for another 2-3 hours of trying to make some sense out of Chopin and Bach.
Adding to the heaviness of the warm Friday were wandering thoughts of how my Freshmen year was almost over and I had yet to meet a guy. There was lots of eye candy around,, and a couple of classmates, who out of boredom or something would go with me for coffee, or the occasional lunch, but they all seemed quite straight, and had no idea I had a few fleeting crushes. My real interest lied in the likes of two of my Professors as I have always had a thing for “mature” men. Big, masculine, men who could take care of me, fill my needs, as it were. If they had the salt & pepper look running through their hair – all the better. I just never figured any of them noticed me, a small framed, thin, Chinese boy, longing to be used by a man. So, I trudged off to practice, with no other options for the warm night that signaled the beginning of summer.
The Basement seemed extra hot for 6:00 p.m., but I was already there, so I went to my “usual room”; it had a pretty good Steinway, and I understood it and it me. We seemed to work well together. Since it was late on Friday, I had the place to myself, but after warming up for about 20 minutes, I heard some noise out in the hall. Apparently the maintenance man was still working, but this Friday nite, something was different !
I had seen Alex around the building. God, you couldn’t miss him. Not too tall, around 5’10, dark brown hair with little flecks of grey over his ears and a bit on top. Beautiful brown eyes, that lit up a room when he smiled, and the just right dark tanned complexion that gave away his South American ancestry. Even in his blue “uniform shirt” you could see the strength in his big arms, lightly covered in curly hair, and the tufts of dark fur peeking out thru the vee-neck tee shirt. Tonight, being later and warm, Alex arrived shirtless.
Yeah, something was different alright, as Alex came into my practice room he held the door ajar, hesitated, said “Excuse me, I just take the trash.” To my surprise, his kind smile was totally overshadowed by his extraordinary shirtless torso. I nearly fell off the stool. Not wanting to let on that I was practically dizzy, I just said “sure”, and fumbled with my sheet music.
I knew Alex was built, but I had no idea. The years of physical labor had done him good. I never knew what kind of work he did in Brazil, before coming here, but he was in more than excellent shape for a man of his 40 something years. His muscular frame, defined pecs, hard rippling abs were perfectly set off by just the right amount of dark curly hair around his nipples and across his chest, with a matching patch from just above his belly button downward, disappearing under his belt. Thoughts of what was under there tented my shorts, but he didn’t see.
I couldn’t even think about playing while he was in the room. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. He was trying to sweep a little, and those motions only accentuated his muscular upper arms and big shoulders. I thought I saw him flex his pecs a bit, when he saw I was watching. He didn’t say a word; he just smiled that awesome smile. When it seemed that there couldn’t be any other reason for him to stick around the practice room, I quickly made some small talk about the air conditioning to keep him there, and he said it had been acting up all day, but didn’t think it would be fixed until Monday. Then he moved close to my stool, and asked to clean up near the foot pedals. I moved to the right a bit, but stayed put, as he bent down between me and the piano to pick up some bits of paper I didn’t know were there.
Being that close to this man and his muscles was getting to be too much. Now I could smell his intoxicating smell, as well as watch every muscle in his back turn and twist as he reached down near my legs!! Then it happened. He brushed his arm against my leg, turned his head to the right and looked up at me and said –“Oh, sorry” but he kinda smiled, and I just said, “that’s okay, Alex”, before I even knew what I was saying. Alex added, “You seem really warm”, I can open the transom window since the AC is not working properly.
I said thanks, and he moved across the small room, reached up to pull down the small window at street level. My eyes followed, of course, and this time as he reached up his jeans moved down a bit and revealed an inch of his butt crack -- which was also lightly covered in fur, and again, I thought “how am I gonna practice now”. Trying to suppress my hard cock and carry on some superficial convo with Alex.
He turned back from the wall and said “Are you worried about something? “You seem stressed out. Maybe I should massage your shoulders?” he questioned. Before I could answer, his big hands were on either side of my neck and he began slowly massaging my tight muscles. If anything, I seemed to tense up more. As his huge hands covered my shoulders, my hard cock flexed from the excitement. I could feel the pre-cum wetting my shorts.
Alex says “I’ve listened to you play many times”. “You are very talented.” “Oh, gee”, I said, “I’m not very good”. “No, you play very well, and you will only do better with time, Alex encouraged. “I hope so” I said. “But I should be going soon” (thinking I didn’t want him to stop- but had to say something). Then he said, still stroking my shoulders and lower neck, “There’s no one else in the building. “Can’t you stay a while longer? Yeah, I guess so, but I have other studying to do.” I replied very tentatively.
“Come over to the upholstered chair/ you can get comfortable there and I can help relax your tense muscles better.” Alex said. As if in a dream, I moved over to the chair, my hard cock noticeably pushing against the front of my shorts. I hoped that the now growing wet spot of pre-cum was not too obvious. But then I thought, maybe it’s okay if it shows.
Standing behind me , Alex massaged, no caressed my shoulders, slowly moving his big strong hands down my back, thumbs pushing all the right buttons, and my breathing became more labored, almost panting.. “Does that feel better, Alex asked, “Sure” I mumbled, “that’s great”. I guess the whole week has caught up with me. I said. “I can do your feet too”, Alex half said, half asked. “It’s no problem.” and he moved around to the front, slipped off my sandals began the most sensual massage of my feet, while looking me straight in the eyes. “I’m always happy when you’re here playing, more than the other students.” Said Alex. Now I had the most awesome view of his shoulders and back muscles - the deep vee – cut down his spine, and at the same time I could see his big chest and hard nipples poking out on his thick pecs. His hands left my feet and moved up my calves, resting on my thighs. I’d like to repay you for all the enjoyment you’ve given me from your music. His right hand reaching for the snap on my shorts. I put my hand over his, he said, “Don’t make me stop; you won’t regret it, as he freed my throbbing cock from my shorts.
I kinda sunk down in the chair, nearly feeling faint, as his warm smile, turned into special warmth around my cock head. Then, with the kind of control and passion that comes with years of practice, not unlike my music. He played my cock as never before.
I reached down placed my hands on the sides of his head, half rubbing his hair, half grabbing his head and pulling it toward me. Not meaning to, I began to moan lightly, and flex my hips upward while Alex swallowed my throbbing cock. I had dreamed about this moment since last Semester.
As I threw my head from side to side, Alex expertly worked my hard cock. Licking the balls, working his way up the sack, sucking in the skin covered head – and working his tongue against the underside, and my piss slit, and I was in heaven. After bobbing up and down over me for some time, he stopped to say: “You’re uncut like me” he said, and my heart started pounding in my chest even harder. “I can show you”, he said, as he arched up , standing between my legs, he undid his belt, snap and zipper with one hand, his heavy blue jeans dropping down and stopping against my thighs.
His hard cock was trying to find its way through the slit in his boxers when he grabbed the waistband and pulled them down, freeing his big veiny uncut cock. It was quite big and thick, the thickest I’ve ever seen, but then I’ve only played with guys my own age up till now, and his big low hanging balls were like duck eggs. The dark, thick, curly pubes combined with the awesome smell of a working man, was almost too much to keep me from shaking. And just to be playful, he “flexed” his big muscle three times, so it was dancing near my face.
Without a word, he leaned in and I closed my eyes and took his big throbbing cockhead in my mouth. The feel of his foreskin against my tongue was awesome. I worked my tongue under the skin and against the head and swirled it around, now Alex was moaning too. I continued to drip pre-cum, as I moved up and down, trying to get my nose against his pubes. But he was too big. I eased down, to lick his ballsac, then worked my way up the almost 8 inches of shaft and I could hear how good I was doing by his loud moans and groans. He reached down and stroked my own throbbing cock while I sucked him and tugged on his ballsac with my free hand.
When I could feel his balls tighten up, I knew he was getting close. I could barely keep from cumming myself, so when he pulled out, I was kinda relieved.
He bent down over me, gently kissed me, and I thought I would cum right then.
“You can have more of this if you want, you know?” I mean where you want it. I think you do. I’m hoping you do
.
He wrapped his arms around me. In a big bear hug, and pulled me toward him. Our chests touching, my cock against his tummy. He planted another lip lock on me, shoving his tongue half way down my throat, while he carried me over to the piano bench in the corner. He turned me so as to lay me on my tummy across the bench.
I wanted him badly. I could barely breathe. The thought of what was to come had me dripping in sweat and pre-cum, and breathing hard and heavy.
Alex stood over me, but at my head and again ran his hands over my shoulders and back, caressing my body, savoring each touch. Again, with his dripping cock within reach of my lips, I took as much of it as I could in my mouth and swirled his pre-cum over his throbbing cock head. After a few minutes, he moved around behind me and slid his big hands down my ass cheeks, gently slipping his middle finger in my man hole. I squirmed a bit, he said “just relax”, and his gentle voice, and strong hands were all that I needed too “let go”.
Alex eased his big finger in and out of my hole, until he could feel that I was relaxed. I couldn’t stand it any longer, “Alex, fuck me” I blurted out - “I need you to fuck me now.” “Take it easy”, Alex advised, I want to please you, and I’ve been waiting a long time for this. And it will be good for both of us.
Alex straddled my legs, flexed his hips and moved his cock close to my waiting ass.
He grabbed the base of his cock and guided the head in my crack – sliding it up and down in the ultimate tease. “Oh man, stick it in, fuck! Please don’t stop, fuck me, hard. I want you now” I said. It was like someone else was speaking for me. But the feelings I was having were mine, and I had no doubt I had to have that big cock in me, and right now.
Alex was going to fuck me for sure, but in his own time. He had the control and determination of a man who knew what he was doing. He knew that if two minutes of teasing me, drove me crazy, all the better, for both of us. After a few minutes of teasing me with his cockhead, sliding in my crack, and pushing against my hole as I tried to push back against him, he pushed in closer and with more forcefulness, and began to grunt a bit. “Are you ready boy? This is what you want? Fuck yeah. It’s all for you baby” he said.
He was wet enough with his precum and some spit that he got into my manhole with some slow but deliberate pressure. Once he got the head in, I pushed out some and got him to work his way in deeper. When he was completely laying over me, he started a slow, deep thrusting and it was then I finally knew just how big this hot Latino was. It was pleasure, it was pain. It was pleasure again; there was no way I wanted him to stop. The more he pushed in, the more I wanted all of him. I wanted to feel his balls against my ass, as he pounded me into oblivion.
Alex was trying to go easy, but he got to a point he couldn’t hold back. I’m gonna fuck you good! You ready boy? You’re man enough for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna take it all, like a man, aren’t you.” He said. Come on Alex, you know I want it -- don’t stop, I’ll do anything you want. Fuck me daddy. I want it all.” I answered.
And Alex didn’t disappoint, and he didn’t stop. He shoved all 8 inches in my tight ass and I could feel his heavy ballsac slapping against my ass. With my own hard cock against the edge of the bench, I could feel the pre-cum dripping like a leaky faucet, and thinking I was going to cum any minute. No need to even touch myself, I was about to explode.
As the gentle pushing and slow thrusting became harder and faster, Alex started muttering in Portuguese while he piston fucked me. The bench and I seemed to be moving across the room, but he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. Not until he creamed in my ass, and I could feel his hot cum inside of me.
He slowed his thrusting a little, still moaning, until I heard “I’m cummin, Im cumnin”, “Oh fuck”. And he tensed up, then pumped my ass some more, while he came. It was too much for me, I reached down to grab my cock as I had already started cumming myself, and I shot a huge load all over the floor.
Alex again picked me up – put me back on the big chair, and licked my cock and balls clean of any remaining ooze of man cream. He was covered in sweat. We were both totally spent, and with a final kiss, he plunged his tongue down my throat, ran his big hands over my body, one more time and got up, reached for his jeans, and turned toward the door.
“I gotta go”, Alex seemed rushed now. My wife is going to be pissed if I’m late. "You gonna practice next week?" he asked. I said “Yeah, always here, you know me”.
“See you Friday, then”, Alex said, as he picked up his broom and trash bag and left the practice room.
I’ll be sure to start my practice session late next week -- when the building is empty. Maybe I’ll run into my music theory professor there sometime. That would be nice, but not as nice as Alex.
silly, I know.
