locker room guy

Hey guys, this was the totally hot experience that had me up until all hours. I had to write it up, but I didn't want to skimp on any details, so it took a while. Hope you enjoy. I've already had a few more fun ones lately, but this one deserved a good write up so no detail was missed:-):

I was at the gym the other day, horny as fuck. You should never do that, because then you find yourself popping hardons in the most uncomfortable situations. It also doesn't help that everyone starts to look just a little bit hotter 'cause you're really horny...

So I'm the the middle of this set of bench press (looking at the ceiling), and when I get up to put down the weights I notice this hot guy about 6 feet behind me (I was staring into the mirror wall). He must have come up behind me mid-set and sat down at the machine. At first he was making minor adjustments, and then he sat down. The first two things I notice:

1) This guy's fucking hot, with really short brown hair. He's also really well built, perfect arms, perfect abs, everything....he's got the whole package. It also doesn't help that he looks like he might be 22 and has a great chiseled face.

2) He's trying to hide it, but he keeps staring at me.

So, I'm amused as hell 'cause I'm pretty sure I have this hot guy checking me out. I decide to test my theory by going off to the other end of the room to do another machine. This shouldn't affect things much from the line of sight perspective because my gym has one of those mirror walls. I keep an eye out, and sure enough his eyes are following me. I stop for a moment to grab a sip from my water bottle and then stare back quite obviously (through the mirror); I almost laughed as his stare pulled away from me, as if he'd been caught with his hand in the candy jar. Yup, this guy was definitely checking me out.

Well, I was horny, so I wanted to see whether this was going anywhere, because I was about at the point where I was just going to head home and jerk off. It had been a good five minutes, but he was still at the same machine, so I went back over to my original bench and sat down, staring into the mirror.

At first he stared back, but again, pulled away when he noticed my gaze. I love when queers think they're being sereptitious. I figured I'd see how far this was going to go, so I closed up shop and headed for the locker room.

I was there for maybe two minutes when he walked right in and started stripping. I love when hot guys strip in the locker room, and this guy was no dissappointment. Toned body, shaved chest, perfect sixpack; god, I hoped I would get far enough to find an uncut cock... I continued to take in an eyeful, and he was noticing and doing the same. I was really horny at this point, so I was starting to sport some wood, which is great if you wanna fuck, but probably bad if you're in a locker room wearng just your gym shorts and anyone can walk in.

I walked over to the urinal to see what would happen. Sure enough, not 30 seconds later he was standing right next to me (for being so shy looking at me, one would think he would be more hesitant about whipping out his cock or staring at me in here...he wasn't.) Piss was not forthcoming because I was getting harder, not softer. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, I had to see what he was holding, so I just started looking over... fuck was it worth it. He was easily 8-8.5", cut, and growing, and now he was staring back. Thank god it was already later in the evening, because we were not being subtle about what we were doing, and anyone could have walked in, but didn't.

"Where do you live?" I asked. I was hoping the answer was closer than my house, which was a good 15 minutes away, and I was too horny at this point.

"Right on XXX," he replied, and my dreams were answered. He was like 3 minutes walking distance. No wonder he was so ripped.

"Let's go," I put my now hard cock back in my pants and he did the same. We practically threw our clothes on and were at his place in less than 5 minutes.

We walked in three feet and I had already closed the door behind us. He threw me up against the wall and started making out with me. Rough...I like rough. We kissed for a few minutes as we slowly made our way further into his apartment. It was a studio, small, but cute. As we made our way into the livingroom he threw me onto the bad and whipped out his cock.

"Suck it bitch."

Now, normally I'm a bit...well...top-ish. So, while not out of the question, me being ordered around is a bit unusual. For some reason, though, with him it only made me hornier. I happily leaned forward and started sucking his fabulous tool. It was cut, but no one's perfect, right? Damn was it huge, easily 8.5-9", and rock hard. I could feel my shorts getting wet from all my pre-cum, and he was enjoying the shit out of this as he pulled my head further and further down on his cock.

"Yeah, suck that cock," he kept saying as I serviced him. It was so much to take, but it had easily been 4-5 days since my last fuck, so I was really horny, and ready to do whatever it took. Each time I would go far down on him he would give out a little grunt of pleasure.

"Take off your clothes," he said as I was servicing. I wasn't one to disagree at this point, but I first peeled off his shirt. As I pulled my shorts off over my shoes, he dropped his shorts, but didn't take them off. His body was perfect, and I mean perfect. Toned chest (more built swimmer than body builder), sixpack (again, think thin swimmer rather than beefcake), and arms that were to die for. I practically dropped my load right there.

"You look odd," he said. It wasn't the response I was looking for upon getting naked.

"What do you mean?"

"You're standing up, and you're supposed to be on your knees." Better, I thought, much better.

I kneeled down and started sucking again, while reaching up to feel his sixpack. He just kept both hands on my head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. I was probably sucking for a good 5 minutes when he started grunting.

"I'm gonna cum dude, where do you want it?" I was a bit disappointed because I really wanted to fuck, but it was hot that he just announced. So, top-ish. I responded by reaching around and grabbing his ass and pulled it hard into me. "You want my load down your throat." It was more a statement at this point, as he grabbed my head and pulled it onto his cock. He started moaning really loudly, and a few seconds later his cock started shooting down my throat. He grunted for a good 5-10 seconds as his cock continued shooting cum down my throat. I just took it all in stride, drinking every drop.

His cock was going soft in a few seconds, but he wasted no time. He pulled me back up to standing and started kissing me passionately, licking out some of the last remenants of his own load from my mouth. It was then that I finally came to the realization that he was easily 4-6 inches taller than me, and a bit larger. He pushed me back so that I landed on his bed. I was still rock hard, although he was getting softer, although not much smaller. I would say soft he seemed to still be a good 6". He fell on top of me and then started moving down my body, licking my nipples, sixpack, and then starting on my cock.

Now, I've never been a big one on blow jobs. I love giving them, but tend not to get much out of receiving them. This might be because I'm cut, and cut guys are just a little less sensitive down there. We need more going on sometimes to get us shooting. This guy, however, had a magic talent. For a "top," he knew how to suck cock. Within 30 seconds I was close to cumming and I had to take a break. We made out for a few minutes as he rubbed up against me, and then moved back down to suck me off again.

It was then that I felt his crotch rub up against my foot. He was getting hard again! It hadn't been 5 minutes since he dumped his load down my throat and his cock was perking up fast. He started rubbing his hardon up against my ankle, and I started moaning slightly each time he did it.

"Turn over." He had stopped sucking, and was back to giving orders, and for some reason I was totally getting off on it. I turned over onto my stomach. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Fuck me," I begged. I really needed it bad, I was so horny. I could hear him fumbling in the bedside drawer for something. I had made no mention of either condoms or lube, and I was horny enough that I think the presence or absence or either would not have slowed me down. I heard a lube bottle, and then plastic tearing.

I have a dual feeling about condoms. The first is that they make the experience a little less natural, and thus sometimes it doesn't feel quite as good when you're topping. When bottoming, they make the experience a bit rougher, which can be good or bad, depending on what kind of mood you're in. I was definitely in a rough mood, and I wasn't going to protest much either way. He lubed up his cock and my ass and then climbed on top of me. I held my breath waiting for the plunge, but no cock. He was just lying on top of me grinding into me.

"You want my cock bitch?" I was just loving his totaly top attitude. Usually it's such a turn off for me, but with this guy it was amazing!

"Yes, please," I pleaded. I was so horny now I was whimpering. "Please fuck me..."

"Please fuck me what?!" he barked. I was going wild at this point.

"Please fuck me sir." I begged. Then he didn't hold back, and just plunged in, going all the way to his balls in about 2 seconds. I cried out at first because he was so fucking HUGE. He didn't care much though, and just started thrusting.

"Yeah, take it boy," he grunted, "take it like the bitch you are." I could feel his condom covered cock smashing in and out of me. He was definitely banging me up a bit. It had been a while since I'd bottomed, and the last time had been bb, so my ass was in for a work out. My cock was loving it though, I could feel the pre-cum just oozing out in a little puddle on his bed.

"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me harder!" He definitely complied, grabbing both my hands and holding them at waist level and just a bit behind me. He was now effectively holding me up by my own arms, while pounding his cock into me, using my own arms to pull me into him harder. With each thrust he nailed my prostate...hard. My cock was rock hard even though I wasn't touching it. He dropped my hands and I fell forward. He then reached up and pushed my chest into the bed and pushed my ass down. I had been moved from doggy style to being flat on the bed, ass up. His cock popped out for just a second.

"Oh no, give it to me," I begged. I so didn't want him to stop, or even slow down.

He responded by pushing his head up against my ass. "You want that boy?" I was so hard for it I just whimpered. "You want that cock up your ass?"

"Yes sir," I replied, "please sir." He wasted no time and slammed it back in. He grabbed my waist with both hands as he was thrusting, grunting. I could tell his grunting was heavier. We had probably been fucking for a good 10 minutes at this point, and he was really pounding me hard. He must have been getting close, or at least closer.

He then reached around me chest and picked me up. We both rested on our knees, prependicular to the bed, him slamming into me from behind.

"Turn over slut. I wanna watch you shoot your load." I complied by wrapping my right foot around and over his head. I was now lying on my back looking up, and oh what a sight it was. He put his hands on the back of my knees and pushed my legs up a bit. I started stroking myself for the first time since he started fucking me and I could tell it was not going to take long. Looking up at his perfect face, his cut body. Watching his arms flex as he pounded his cock into my ass I was getting close.

"I'm getting close," I said. I wanted to warn him so he wasn't surprised. "Are you going to cum again?" I asked. I really wanted to try cumming together...

"Oh yeah, I'm close too. Do you want me to pound you hard, soft, fast slow?" It was the first time he had asked what I wanted. I should have felt odd, but didn't. It seemed so...caring...for someone so top-ish. "Where do you want it?" he asked. I assumed that meant he was about to cum.

"Fuck me hard!" I replied. He responded by grabbing the tops of my thighs and pulling my body into him with every thrust. It was so hot to watch his abs tense each time he pulled me into his body.

"You want my load?" He asked/grunted. I could tell from his face and his body that he was only seconds away, if that.

"Fuck me..." I pushed into him. "Dump your cumload in my ass!" I let loose with loads of cums all over my six pack as I felt him tense and his cum shoot into me. His body was so perfect as he pulled me into him for the last few seconds, and then he collapsed on top of me. It was then that I realized he truly was a lot bigger that me, as I could feel his massive body and weight, every once of it muscle.

I think we may have both passed out then because when I woke up he was next to me (not on top of me), and it was like 4AM. I put my clothes on and took off, but not without leaving my card. Hope he'll call me sometime, and maybe I can top then:-)

airport quickie...

I just had this totally hot experience and I had to post. No, this is not the hot thing that kept me up until all hours the other night, I'm still writing that one down, as it was loooooong. This is just a quick something that came up on my way home:

So I'm sitting in the airport the other night at 11:30PM waiting for my red-eye (long story, don't ask). I ran to the bathroom 'cause I had to pee, and it was at least 15 minutes before they were going to let us on the plane. So I'm sitting there at the urinal pissing, and this guy just comes up and stands right next to me. Now, it's like practically midnight, right, and we're in this airport bathroom. General rule of thumb in the straight world is you don't stand right next to someone unless you have to because, god forbid, you might be perceived as gay. Now, this bathroom has...shall we say...ummm...zero other people in it. There is no reason for this unless he's trying to check me out. Whatever, I'll play game...

So I glance over a bit. From the corner of my eye I'd guess he's maybe 30-35, has red hair, about my height, average build. It's easier than it should be though, 'cause he's standing a little further away than he really needs to be, and I can now get a view of his cock....OMG. It's maybe only 7", but it's got the most beautiful red hair and is totally uncut. I'll have to check through my record, I think to myself, but I'm pretty sure this is my first glimpse of an uncut redhead. As I stare a bit more though I notice that he's stroking it a bit, which drives me nuts. I went from zero to hardon in like 4.5 seconds, and at that point I notice that he's staring at me too, and is now making very little attempt to hide that he's jerking off. For those in the audience wondering, yes, we were stainding right there in the middle of the bathroom and yes, anyone could have walked in.

Although the idea of hot public bathroom sex sounds hot, it quickly got outweighed by the idea of being arrested by the airport cops for public sex, so I siezed the bull by the horns, if you will. I stepped back, zipped up, and reached over to grab his hand. I dragged him into the corner handicap stall on the theory that it would be harder for passers-by to notice our two sets of shoes. He was, in case you're wondering, not zipped up, and just had his hardone hanging out in all it's hot uncut glory.

I was quickly forgetting my exhaustion and locked the stall with a crack. I moved back and sat down on the toilet while pulling out my cock and went to town sucking him off. Some of you might be surprised because my posts have been mostly top-oriented, but just wait for my next post (as well as this one), and you'll quickly realize that sometimes I'm very much in a top mood, and sometimes I'm very much not.

I was jerking myslf away as I sucked his cock. The slurping was pretty obvious, but the bathroom was pretty damn empty, and I was pretty sure that I would hear anyone come in pretty easily, so I wasn't too worried about making a little noise. He grabbed my head and started grunting. It was clear that he was horned up too, so this wouldn't take him long.

"Yeah boi, suck that cock." His voice totally startled me. He was sporting a thick Irish accent. The uncut cock, the accent, and the red hair all drove me wild and I dumped my load right there on the floor with a moan.

"Oh yeah, suck it," he said. He obviously liked watching me cum, because a couple seconds later his cock swelled and he blew his load down my throat. I love the taste of cum and spit.

At that point he zipped up and left. I hopped on the flight, and passed right by, you guessed it, our favorite Irish guest star. He smiled a bit as I passed his row (fucker was in first class!) I love a job well done, even if it is a quick job...

Damn

Damn, I just had the hottest fucking hookup I met at the gym... Too tired to write now, but this one will be written down soon...

Don't worry folks...

Well, in the shotr time I've been blogging on here a few people noticed. I've had a lot of email lately asking where I've been, and hoping I'll continue blogging.

The answers are fucking busy, and yes:-) Much of my busy-ness lately has been job and life related, but some of it has been sex related too. Has 2009 ever been busy!

Anyway, thanks for the emails, and yes, I'll be writing down some of my recent activity very soon!

barista boi pt. 2

me: When are you off?
Brandon: I close 2nite
me: Really? Will anyone else be there? (I knew the answer, but I had to make sure)
Brandon: Are you kidding, it's dead here after 11
me: You have a back room right?
Brandon: heh heh, yeah
me: You want some company?
Brandon: OMG yes, that'd be hot


I took a long nap and got cleaned up. The cafe closes at midnight (it's near a bar, so gets some evening traffic). When I walked in at 11:45 there was only one customer and my barista boi. I gave the customer a look over, she was about 50, and seemed like a professional. Luckily she was just packing up and appeared on her way out.


I looked over at Brandon. He stood behind the counter, hot as fuck. He had shaved, and his head was buzzed close; overall it was a much cleaner look than when I had dumped a load in him a few days before. He looked positivey angelic...or like a skin head, depending on how you thought about it.


"What would you like sir?" he asked as he smiled. I only smiled and looked back like I wanted to eat him for lunch, because I did. It was then that I heard the door close in front. She was gone. I glanced at my watch: 11:52.


"Close enough," I muttered, as I walked over to the front door and turned the deadbolt. It clanked closed.


"What are you doing? I can't close yet..." I said nothing, walking over to the wall and flicking the light switch. All the lights went out, except for the lights from a small office in back. He looked stunned as I walked towards him and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the back office. I closed the door and turned out the light. The room was now illuminated only by the flickering glow of the screen saver from the computer on the desk. The pipes grew twisting and turning in seemingly random directions for a few seconds until they filled the screen, then disappeared completely and started anew. "You're going to get me in trouble," he whined, half joking and half serious.


I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to me, kissing him deeply on the mouth. He moaned slightly; it was clear what he wanted. I let go of him and swept my forearm across the top of the desk. Papers, pens, and miscelanious stuff went tumbling to the floor. I leaned over, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down to his knees (he wasn't wearing any underwear:-). Before I even had a chance to move him, he was already lying on top of the desk, legs in the air.


"Oh yeah, fuck me." I didn't need to be told, his eyes were screaming it. I stepped forward and unzipped. I used a little spit at first, but with a little pushing realized I didn't need much; he had either pre-lubed, or someone else had dumped another load up there recently. Sliding in was so easy, and his ass was so tight:-)


"You like that, do you boi?" His eyes were rolled back into his head again.


"Yes sir," he said, without even looking up. He was just lying back taking it all in. I could see his cock head gently poking out of his foreskin. It was oozing a steady stream of clearish-white pre-cum. I slowly stroked his cock as I pounded him, his shoulders and head slowly pounding up against the wall. Each time I pushed in, he moaned slightly as my balls slapped up against his ass. I dropped his cock for a second and quickly ripped off his shoes and pants while I was still thrusting into him.

I opened his legs and rested his calves on my shoulders as I quickened the pace slightly. If the growing pool of dribbled pre-cum was any indication, he was loving the shit out of this. "Fuck me....harder..." he blurted out, but I was having none of that.

"What do you say boi?"

"Please sir...please fuck me harder...?" I loved it. I could feel my balls aching. I reached down and started stroking him again. He moaned louder as his rock hard dick moved back and forth smoothly in my hands. This is why I love foreskin, it makes everything so easy to use. "OH, fuck," he screamed, and for a second I though he might start cumming, but he just seemed to be enjoying things. He reached up and moved his hand up and down my chest and stomach, while his other hand replaced mine stroking his cock. Watching him stroke was unbelievable; I just love it when bottoms take a little initiative and get into things.

"Oh...yeah...," he moaned. From his chiseled face to his toned chest down to his six pack, slowly collecting pre-cum from his rock hard uncut cock, I almost blew my wad right there... Each time I pushed in he would yelp softly and then moan. I reached into my back pocket (I hadn't even slid my pants down to my knees yet, let alone taken them off) and pulled out the dirty white jockstrap I often carry for just such an occassion.

"Look at me boi," I barked authoritatively. His eyes shot open.

"Yes Si-," he was cut off as I shoved the jock into his mouth.

"Quiet boi," I teased gently. I started poundign harderas he looked up at me.

"Mhhmmhh...fhuuummm," he moaned through the jock. I responded by pushing in deeper and faster. The desk was knocking up against the wall with each thrust. He stroked faster and I knew I wouldn't last long. "Mghhuu...fhaaaa!!!" he screamed, as loads of cum shot across his chest and six pack. His eyes again rolled back in his head as he shot two, three, four major squirts of thick, chunky white cum. "Ghhhhh...mhhhhhh," he cried again.

I couldn't hold back any more. "You want it boi, you want my load?" He just moaned again, and I punded harder. I felt my balls explode as I shot inside him. I grabbed his thighs and pulled his ass further into my cock. I shuddered for a second and almost lost my footing. After a few seconds I quickly pulled out.

"Mhhhh!" he yelped.

"Sorry boi." I pulled my underwear over my cock and zipped up. "You ok there?" He stared up from the desk, my jock still in his mouth. I leaned down and licked the cum off his stomach. It tasted so good I went down a bit further and sucked the last bit off his cock head, which was still semi-hard. His upper body burst with goosebumps as I reached up and pulled out the jock strap.

"Thank you, sir." I smiled down at him. He really knows how to make sure I'll come back:-)

"You seemed a little wet down there, did you lube up before I came over?"

"Oh no," he countered, "that's my boyfriend's cum." My jaw dropped, and he must have noticed my startled reaction. "Oh, he knows, don't worry. In fact, he loves it when I bottom for others 'cause it makes me nice and slippery. He fucked me right before my shift, and once I tell him about this he'll probably want to pound me when I get home."

He then went on to tell me that they lived together and that his boyfriend usually wanted sex 1-2 times a day. I asked where the load came from and he explained that he actually hadn't cum since he and I had sex last. Apparently the bf doesn't care if Brandon gets off, as long as he does:-)

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barista boi

There's this little coffee shop on my corner, like the kind you would find on any streetcorner in America. No, it wasn't a Starbucks, or some other chain, just some little Italian-themed hole in the wall. The tables were home made, and had pictures of Italy laminated into green, white, and red backgrounds. I'm not a regular coffee person, in fact, I usually only came in maybe once a week. The same three people have been working there for over a year, and none of them were even close to attractive....

I walked in yesterday morning to find the usual bins full of beans and average customers (I have been to this shop so many times since it opened a year and a half ago, and I can count the number of hot customers they've had on one hand); what I didn't expect was what greeted me behind the counter. He was about 6' tall, with buzzed blond hair, and looked to be no more than 19. He was hot, to say the least, with toned arms and a thin body that often comes naturally from being a teenager. His face was clean, and had a small amount of short blond stubble around his chin and upper lip. I walked up to the counter and my heart started pounding as I started to realize how I looked: I had basically rolled out of bed and wandered in here. My hair was a mess, and for all I knew I had a huge zit in the middle of my forhead. "Who knows," I thought, "he might not even be gay." I blurted out a confident, although somewhat clumsy "Good morning." His reply was timid, and somewhat hesitant, but very high pitched; this boi was a total queen and it came through.

I started looking through the glass case, trying to get the right angle to look at his legs, or better yet, his package. When I looked up to order, I saw that his eyes were not on my face, but were angled noticeably downwards, at either my abs (I was wearing a tighter teeshirt) or my cock. It took him a split second to catch himself as he looked back up into my smile. I ordered and made small talk for a minute or two while he made my drink. I then slipped him my card with my cell number, and told him with a wink that he should call me sometime if he got bored. He smiled and took the card with some not-well-guarded enthusiasm.

I walked out with a big smail on my face, hoping I had just scored a hottie. I love 19 year olds, and I love hot blonds even more. It hadn't been an hour when he sent me a text:

XXXX: hey, what's up, its me from the shop
me: hi "you from the shop" does this mean you're bored already?
XXXX: heh heh, no, I just wanna hang out. when are u free?
me: when are you off work?
XXXX: at 2 u free then?
me: sure. i'm just down the street at (address), you should stop by. what's your name, btw
XXXX: cool, i'll be by then, my name is brandon, u?
me: I'm jason, pleased to meet you, see you at 2 hottie
XXXX: k, see u then

My head was spinning, this was way too good to be true. I got cleaned up, and put on my hottest pants. At 2:06 a knock came at the front door...

I let him in and we talked for a minute or two. He seemed really nervous, not at all like the forward boi of his text's. I asked for his ID, and he seemed a little confused. I allways ask for ID these days, you never can be too sure. Sure enough, his CA driver's license confirmed he was going to turn 19 in one month (did I mention I love them young?) He laughed a little as I handed it back to him, and then he leaned forward and started kissing me hard...like really hard.

Now it was my turn to be surprised! One minute the kids' hands are shaking as he takes back his license, and the next he's shoving his tongue down my throat. We made out for a little bit while standing until I led us over to the couch. I could feel his cock bulging as I landed on top of him, and started grinding my own tool into him. He gently moaned each time I pushed my rock hord cock into him.

"You like that, do you boi?" I asked between kisses. He simply moaned his assent and we kept making out. He was groping my body, feeling my sixpack, my arms, my chest. I did the same, and boy was this kid hot. Nice body, well defined, perfectly ripped abs. He chest and arms were toned, and not at all bulky, but still very muscular. Swimmer's build all the way. I slowly worked my hand over his package, feeling it bulge and throb. His cock was at least 7", but I was just dying to know. I thrust my hand down his underwear. Not only way he 18 and blond (two very big plusses in my book), but he had a thick uncut cock. I love uncut cock, and I love it even more on hot white guys. I've found that it's more and more common in the younger white guys these days, which makes it all the hotter. "OH, fucking hot," I blurted out. He simply moaned, as he had his hand down my pants stroking my tool.

I quickly pulled off him to the other side of the couch and unzipped my pants, and then leaned forward to grab his head (his hair was too short to really grab on to); I pulled his face down onto my cock and he moaned as I thrust it into his mouth. This boi really knew how to suck cock! I'm not that into head, but he was really good at it! He moved up and down, slowly sucking my tool, and moaning all the while. Every once in a while I would push hid head down hard over my fat cock, and he would gag slightly and moan. He loved it.

"Pull out your cock boi, I wanna see you stroke it while you suck me." He just moaned as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his tool. As he sucked I watched him move the skin up and down his rock hard cock. It was literally throbbing with blood as he stroked it. Each time I would shove my cock deeper into his mouth, his cock head would bulge a little further out of his foreskin, and then he would go back to stroking it.

"You like that boi? You like my cock shoved down your throat?" I asked, shoving it in deeper.

"Yes-" he blurted out between thrusts. I could barely take it any more, I felt the cum building in my balls. I pulled my cock out of his mouth quickly. "No more for a second, you'll make me cum." I then threw him back and started in on his cock. I love sucking uncut cock. I love moving foreskin up and down over a shaft as I milk it. Alas, this didn't seem to turn him on. He started getting soft in a minute or two.

"I want you to fuck me." I didn't need to hear it twice. I dragged him into the bedroom and threw him on my bed face down. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed the lube. He didn't say anything about a condom so I lubed up and pushed in bare, all the way down to the nuts. He yelped, but it quickly turned to a moan as I started thrusting regularly.

"You like that boi, you like my cock in your ass?"

"Yes sir," he groaned. The sir drove me wild, and I pounded harder, and his moans slowly turned to screams. Each time I met his hips with my balls he let out a mild yelp which was a mixture of pain and pure animal lust; he was loving every moment of this. His cock had gone from somewhat hard when I was sucking him to absolutely rock hard now; it was clear he was born to get fucked, and loved it more than anything.

I felt the cum building in my balls, so I slowed down slightly; I wanted to savor this one. It was clear he noticed, because his eyes went from rolled back in his head to open and clear; he was now staring up at me, and boy did he looks hungry.

"You ok?" he asked gently.

"Yeah, I'm just getting closer, and I don't wanna cum yet." It was true. We had been fucking for maybe 5-10 minutes tops, it was just so hot to look down at him as my cock was sliding in and out of his ass, his cock rock hard, the head read and poking out of his foreskin...a small pool of pre-cum slowly dribbling out all over his perfectly defined six pack. Each time I would finish a slow thrust in, the head would dribble out just a little more of the clearish-milky liquid. We hadn't really discussed whether he wanted me to cum in him, but just then he answered the questions for me.

"I want you to dump your load in me," he moaned, as his screams becamse quieter and turned to whimpers. "Shoot it...up my ass-" This was driving me absolutely wild, I could barely hold back...

"Please sir..." he whimpered as I quickly increased pace. "Breed me... fuck yeah, right up my ass."

I couldnt hold back. I leaned in, grabbing his two hands and holding them up behind his head, as I pounded him harder and began to deeply tongue kiss him. I then pulled away slightly and looked into his eyes as I was holding his hands. "I'm gonna cum boi; look at me while I breed your ass." He complied, as his eyes again went from rolled back into his head to clearly staring at me.

I felt warm jizz squirting accross my stomach, and for a second I thought that my dick had slipped out and was shooting on him rather than in him. It was then that I realized that it was his cock that was squirting, and that what I felt was only the small fraction that had managed to hit my stomach. He was cumming all over himself and wasn't even touching his cock! I was still holding both of his wrists, and now that I felt him shooting, I tightened my grip and held them back more. I pounded even harder as he whimpered louder, and my cock exploded, shooting streams of my spunk into him. I pounded for a few more seconds, and then pushed in as I collapsed on top of him, covering my stomach and chest with the pool of cum that had settled into the grooves on his six pack.

We cuddled and gently kissed for at least 10 minutes before either of us had the strength to stand up and go to the shower. We then rinsed off, and a few minutes later he was gone.

All I can say is, I'll definitely be going back for coffee more often:-)