James

[Frog]

This is a fictional story in which sexual activity between consenting adult males is depicted; it is no way based on true events or the sexuality of any of the persons mentioned.

 

Part 1

I’d been mates with James for a couple of years and over that time we’d got to know each other pretty well.  He’s a couple of years younger than me, good looking, in great shape and straight. 

Every so often, we’d grab a beer and catch up and every time we met up, we always managed to connect on a pretty deep level.  As far as I knew, were always honest and upfront with one another about what was going on in our lives and pretty much covered it all work, sport, cycling, sex – nothing was really off limits, and we always had a laugh.

Although we’re both married, I don’t think James had any idea that he made me hard whenever I thought about him.  Ever since that night at the pub that I’d caught a glimpse of his massive cock at the urinal, he’d been the fuel for many of my wank sessions.  I could never see it happening in reality but that certainly didn’t stop me creating wild and passionate scenarios in my head, all of which involved that dick of his in some part of me – my mouth, my hole, wherever I could fit it.

It had been a few weeks since we’d hung out when I got a message from him asking me if I wanted to catch up later that week as his wife was going to be away for a couple of nights and he was going to be home alone and wanted to hang out. 

Of course, I was more than up for going, and so we arranged for me to meet him at his place at 8pm on Friday, just after he got home from his shift at the hospital.

Beers in hand, I arrived at his flat right on time, but after a few minutes there was still no answer. I’d definitely got the right day and time and so was just about to text him when he pulled up on his bike, sweating like a dog, head to toe in Lycra. 

He apologised profusely, sweat literally dripping from his face, legs and torso, as he brushed his body past me and led the way into his flat. 

He’s a good-looking lad, clear blue eyes, around 6’, probably 85kg and finely toned but not in a bulky way. And with all that cycling his legs, thighs & calves are divine.

I followed him in, my dick starting to stir at the sight of his tight butt cheeks bouncing ahead of me. 

‘So sorry about that mate,’ he said hanging his bike on its wall frame.  ‘Got stuck at work and even though I caned it back just couldn’t make up the time.  You been waiting long?’

Although I kind of heard him talking, to be honest, I was just a bit lost letting my eyes feast on every ridge and bulge highlighted by his blue cycling gear.  All I can say is, ‘Damn, he looks fine!’

He took off his helmet and kicked off his clipless shoes and padded towards me, sweat still dripping, before offering me a drink. 

‘I’d better get cleaned up.  Mind if I just jump in the shower quickly?  I am so sweaty.’

Heading into the kitchen to grab a beer gave me the chance to rearrange the now prominent bulge in my jeans and to take a long, lingering leer over every inch of his fine frame.

I guess I may have lingered just longer than I realised, as his eyes caught mine while I was transfixed by his bulge. I kind of quickly looked away but realised if he’d noticed he didn’t seem too phased.  In fact, he headed over in my direction to get a glass of water and I’m pretty sure he briefly grabbed his junk.

Moving back past me, he stood in the doorway facing straight at me, with every inch on full display. He held my gaze for a good few seconds and it was almost like he was willing me to look him up and down. He leant his elbow on the frame of the door and with his other hand wiped the sweat from under his bare armpit before wiping over his abs and down over his groin.  And now it wasn’t just my stare that was hard. 

‘OK!’ he said finishing off his water. ‘I need a shower. Why don’t you bring your beer and come and talk to me while I freshen up?’

And with that he turned away. Grabbing the bottle I quickly followed him into the bedroom, where he was already in the ensuite turning on the shower. 

He came back into the room, the top of his cycling bib rolled down to his hips, a very thin line of fine, dark pubes just about showing.

He moved over to the unmade bed and pushed a pile of clothes on the floor before saying, ‘Sorry it’s such a mess.  Had to leave in a hurry this morning and didn’t have time to clear up. Just make a space on the bed and I’ll be out in 2 secs.’

I sat myself down on the open sheets and as he walked away back into the bathroom, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the thin Lycra shorts and in one motion pulled them down round his ankles and, stepping out of them, left them in a pile on the floor. 

I had no idea where to focus my gaze. On his perfect arse as he bent down? On his thick hairy legs? Or on what I’m sure was a glimpse of his sack hanging low between his legs? I did my best to take it all in, but my head was spinning.  Here I was in James’ bedroom, sitting on his unmade bed, while he’s a few feet away stark naked in the shower and I’m just inches away from the Lycra that’s been holding his sweaty cock & balls.

He'd left the shower door half open, and I could hear the water running against his body as he showered so I knew I had a few minutes.  The first thing I did was to grab his cycling shorts and put them to my face.

The scent of his sweat was intoxicating and caused my breath to falter.  Whether it was sweat, piss, pre-cum, or all three I had no idea.  All I knew was that it smelt divine, and my cock was begging for it. 

I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled out my thick 8” cock and covered the head, leaking pre-cum like mad, with his warm, damp shorts.  Much as I wanted to cum right there and then, I knew I couldn’t and so would have to be satisfied knowing that my cock and cum was mixing with where his cock and sweat and pre-cum had been just moments before. 

Leaning back on the bed to enjoy the moment, I reached my hand under the pillow to prop up my head and came across a t-shirt. I assumed it was just what he wore to bed and having something else that might carry more of his scent needed investigating.  I held up the black Calvin Klein shirt so I could bury my face in the armpits, while his shorts got soaked by my free-flowing pre-cum. The first thing I noticed was the unmistakable look and feel of dried cum. This wasn’t just a T Shirt, this was his cum-shirt. The front of it literally covered with dried light stains mostly around the middle but right up across the shoulders as well. 

Checking the shower was still going, I stuffed the most cum-stained section right to the back of my throat and wetting it with my saliva, got his old cum stains freshened till I could taste his stale, salty jizz.  I wanted to cum so badly and, lost as I was in the wonder of the moment, realised that he was going to be out of the shower any second now and so, very reluctantly, pushed the now wet shirt under the pillow and threw the shorts back over by the door. 

I had to undo my jeans to get my dick back under control and I’d just zipped up when the water stopped and James shouted out, ‘How you doing in there?  Everything OK?’

Little did he know that I’d just lived out the fantasy of my life in those past couple of minutes. Little did I know that we weren’t done yet.

Stepping out of the bathroom, James came into the bedroom soaking wet with a towel just about wrapped round his waist.  He looked even better fresh from the shower. His hair tousled and wet, water running down his face and perfectly trimmed beard and down onto his chest.

His upper body is just how I like it. Not too thick set but toned and fit with a light dusting of chest hair but a dark, thick treasure trail, running down his abs and disappearing beneath the towel to the promising bulge below. 

I knew I was staring again, and I think he knew I was staring, because he hadn’t moved.  He was just standing there.  Soaking wet, in a towel, looking at me, looking at him. A wet, naked man in a towel and a fully clothed man, with a pretty obvious hard on, lying stretched out on his bed.  And both of them have all the time in the world. 

‘I should probably get dressed,’ he said without taking his eyes off of me.  

‘Yeah! Probably,’ I said slowly, without taking my eyes off of him.

And with that he took the towel from around his waist and started to dry his hair.  With his head and face covered by the towel, the rest of him was on full display right in front of me in all its splendour. I’d seen his dick before at the urinal and knew it was an impressive piece of kit, but there’s no way I was ready for the magnificence of this glorious thing of beauty. 

At least 5 inches soft, thick, uncut with low hanging balls, perfectly trimmed pubes and, unless I was much mistaken, a heavy, glistening drop of pre-cum just hanging from the folds of his foreskin. 

Letting the towel drop to the floor James walked over to the bed, his dick swinging from side to side as he moved and stood next to where I was lying.  

‘Think I might air dry if that’s OK?’  

‘Sure,’ I said, trying to sound relaxed.  

‘In fact, I might just stretch out here if that’s OK?’  

‘Yeah, go for it’

And with that he stretched out next to me on the bed.  Naked.

James lay on his back for a couple of minutes staring at the ceiling and then said,

‘You know I usually have a wank after I’ve had a shower’.

And with that I noticed his right arm drop to his side and his hand gently shift his heavy cock from where it was lying across the top of his thigh.  

‘Don’t let me stop you.’   

‘You sure?’

‘Very,’ I said.

And with both of us looking up at the ceiling, I began to feel the slow but firm rhythmic motion of James getting his fine cock-meat hard. 

 

To be continued…

[Poppie]

Wow. You paint an amazing scene. Your erotic writing skills are ... so arousing. It's like I am there. Taking in the beauty of him laying naked on the bed at your side. Seeing your full bulge anticipating your touch. Or HIS touch. You have my imagination running wild. The continuation of this story is gonna be .... really HOT , not doubt!

[Luv2play]

And then…

[Frog]

On 9/18/2024 at 1:26 PM, Luv2play said:

And then…

It's cumming...give me a day or two. 

[Frog]

Part 2

My heart was racing.  I didn’t know where to look. I was lying on my back on James' bed, an aching bulge in my pants, while the young man who’d fuelled my every bate session these past months lay naked next to me, slowly jerking his perfect cock.

As his right hand settled into a slow & steady rhythm, James’s breathing became slow & heavy.  His broad chest rising & falling.  His eyes closed. This was the only cue I needed to carefully shift my body so that I could get a front-row seat to all the action.  

If James’ dick was impressive soft, now that it was full it was something to behold.  

Easily 9”, if not more.  Thick, uncut, solid.  Its head a glistening deep purple.  The veiny shaft visibly wet from the pre-cum acting as his only lube.  I was in heaven. 

He must have heard me shift on the bed and without opening his eyes, without slowing his rhythm he said, ‘You gonna join me?’

Needing no further encouragement, without taking my eyes of his towering shaft, I undid my pants, pulled out my own straining 8” cock, lifted up my shirt and, gripping my wet girth tightly, began to match him stroke for stroke.

My right arm brushed his bare torso, still slightly damp from the shower and as it did, James opened his eyes and looked down at my huge, throbbing dick.

‘Very nice,’ he said. ‘Very nice indeed.’  

He then closed his eyes, sighed deeply before attacking his angry cock with a renewed vigour. 

I desperately wanted to touch him.  

I wanted to smell him.  

I needed him inside me, but for some reason I just knew I had to take this all at his pace.  

Nice and slow. 

Eager to get as close to him as I could, I turned on my side, pushing my pants down and pulling my shirt up, my heavy dick almost touching his skin as I jerked.  

Picking up our pace and always in perfect unison, our fists pumped harder, the heat from our bodies increasing, beads of sweat forming on his chest and arms.  

James pulled his left arm up behind his head as he mercilessly beat his meat, the musk from his pits, just inches from my face, utterly intoxicating.

His breathing changed.  

His grip tightened.  

His balls slapped against his thighs and his hips thrust forward.   

James pushed his head forward and, looking intently at his angry dick, shot a powerful volley of cum.  

The first thick, white rope splashed across his belly and abdomen.  The next arced over his torso before hitting his beard and running down his chin.  A third left a line across his treasure trail, chest and left nipple, before trailing down the side of his chest and onto the sheets.  The final shot, a massive pump of white, hot jizz, covering his face and neck.

Without opening his eyes, James laughed to himself before wiping the cum off his face with his right hand, relaxed deep into the mattress and let out a deep sigh of release and relief. 

Propping himself up on his left elbow he turned to me and, smiling sweetly said, ‘Your turn.’

I needed no other encouragement and, without taking my eyes from his – his face so close to mine I could feel his breath – pounded my meat harder than ever.  

Feeling my aching balls tighten as my essence made its way into my shaft, I groaned deeply.  

As the ropes of cum shot from my throbbing dick, James turned his eyes to my groin, watching every shot with seeming delight.  Flat on my back, my hips bucking into the air, my cum covered my chest, my chin and shot over my head.

Utterly spent, I relaxed my whole body, closed my eyes and tried to get my racing heart back under control. 

‘Nice load.  Big load,’ James said before reaching down and grabbing a pair of black briefs, which he used to mop up the vast pools of semen that had collected all over his body and face. 

‘Wow, I needed that,’ he said.  

‘Let me grab you a towel so you can clean up.’ And with that he swung his legs off the bed, went into the bathroom and returned giving me a small hand towel. 

‘Maybe you’re gonna need a bigger towel,’ he joked, looking at the amount of cum covering my body and softening dick. ‘You even came on my pillow!’ he said, before adding, ‘No worries. Midnight feast!’

Without another word, James pulled on a pair of grey jogging bottoms, a tight-fitting black T-shirt and, walking out of the room said, ‘Fancy a beer?’

‘Yeah.  I’ll be through in a minute,’ I said.  ‘Just need to catch my breath.’

James was already gone and still trying to get my head round what had just happened, I mopped up the cum as best I could and got dressed. 

As I headed out of the room, I picked up the black briefs James had used to clean up his juice , stuffed them in my backpack that was by the door and went out to join him. 

To be continued…

[Frog]

Part 3

The rest of the evening went as any other evening might have.  We hung out, chatted about nothing, grabbed something to eat and then I went home.  It was either as though nothing had happened, or as if what had happened was the most normal thing in the world.

We may not have spoken about it but, along with the fading smell of sex and spunk, what had transpired between us that night hung in the air.

We hugged as I left.  I lent in and breathed deeply of his masculine scent, hoping I could somehow hold on to it and take it away with me.  And with that our evening together was over. 

My evening, however, was not.  

No sooner had I closed my front door than I began to take off my clothes.  Rushing to get naked, my heavy cock already starting to stiffen, I stretched out on my bed and rooted around my rucksack for the treasure within. 

My hand hit upon the still-wet briefs and pulling them out, I immediately pushed them deep into my throat, my right hand encircling my now full cock.  The remnants of James’ load on and in the black fabric was more than enough for me to taste.  I could still feel the warmth of his load in my mouth.  I could taste the saltiness of his cum on my tongue and, as I pressed the moist waistband against my face, I could feel the thick texture of his jizz on my skin. 

Knowing I was about to explode I wrapped his underwear around my throbbing know before releasing my semen into the material.  Without wasting a moment, or a drop, I pushed his sodden briefs to the back of my throat, choking and gagging on the mingling juices that had found its way out of both of our shafts.

Totally spent, I wiped the cum-soaked underwear all over my face, leaving traces of our nectar in my eyes, on my skin and in my hair.  Then I buried my nose in the glorious wetness and, jerking my cock once again, blew another massive load. 

I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I knew it was morning. 

Somewhat bleary eyed, still naked with the discarded Calvin Kleins just by my head and the usual morning wood, I sat up to check my messages. 

‘Hey matey.  Great to see you last night.  Thanks for coming over.  Was really nice to catch up.’

James’ message had come through half an hour before, but I could tell from WA that he was typing.

‘Don’t know what you’ve got on today, but just wondered if you might be around for a chat at some point. Might  be good to talk.....?!?!’

My heart was racing again.   This time not in a good way. 

Clearly, he’s woken up and probably can’t believe what took place last night, I told myself.  Maybe having thought about it, he just needed to distance himself from it. Laugh it off.  Never happened before, will never happen again kind of thing.

I sent him a message.

‘Hey J. Thanks for last night. Had a great time.’ ‘Yeah, free all day.  Still in bed right now but awake and happy to chat whenever works for you.’

A few minutes passed.  

I took myself into the bathroom and took a piss, my cock still heavy from my morning wood and as I walked back into the bedroom, my phone rang.

‘Hey.’

‘Hey.’

‘Yeah, so I just thought maybe we should catch up and have a chat about last night, you know…’. James sounded anxious and I wanted to do all I could to steady his nerves.

‘Yeah mate.  No worries.  I had a great time. What’s on your mind’

‘Well, I guess I just wanted you to know that I’ve never done anything like that before.’

My heart sank.  

I was right.  

Here comes the classic morning after regret spiel.

‘I don’t know how you felt,’ he went on, ‘But I fucking loved it.’

And before I could say any more, he just splurted it all out.

‘I hope this is OK to say, to be honest I don't really care right now, but over the past few months I’ve been masturbating a lot.  Like a lot.  And something’s shifted in the images I’ve had in my mind.  Don’t get me wrong, there’s still been more than enough tits and arse for any red-blooded male but, there’s been more.  I’ve started having fantasies about guys.  More specifically, I’ve started having fantasies about you.’

And without taking a breath and without letting me cut in, James went on.

‘I really don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I’ve been thinking about what you’re like, how big you are, what your body’s like and, to be honest, so much more.  And when I’ve been thinking about you when I cum, I’ve had the most intense orgasms of my life.  I’ve hit myself in the eye so many times thinking about you that. I’m surprised I’ve not blind!ed myself’

And then he just kind of stopped.

I didn’t know whether he was done or if he wanted me to speak until he said,

‘Say something will you, for fuck's sake?’

‘What are you doing now?’ I said.

‘Nothing.’

‘I’m just about to jump in the shower.  Why don’t you come over and I’ll show you what I think.  I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it.’

And with that he hung up, I headed for the shower my dick full and begging for release as I began to think about all the things I was going to do to him and all the things he was going to do to me. 

To be continued…

[Frog]

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Edited September 20, 2024 by Frog
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[Frog]

Part 4

It was as much as I could do not to jerk off in the shower.  The water running over my body and swollen dick drew me deeper into my fantasies as I found myself replaying what had already happened between us and anticipating all that was to come. 

I turned the water to cold as I finished rinsing my body and had just stepped out onto the mat when the front door buzzed.  If that was James, he’d got here quick, and so maybe was as eager as I was to see where this would all go. 

Chancing on it being him, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went downstairs. Standing head to toe in Lycra, there was James at my door, grinning widely. 

‘Can I come in?’ he asked eyeing me up and down. 

 ‘Nice towel,’ he added as he pushed himself and his bike past me in the hallway. 

Taking off his helmet and kicking off his shoes, he walked over to me and said, ‘Let’s not waste any time.’  And with that he leant in and kissed me deeply. His warm tongue probed my mouth, as his hands stroked my face, pulling me into him.  His lips were like fire, his tongue warm and full, his beard felt soft and scratchy on my skin.  My dick leapt for joy.

Dropping his hands by his side, his mouth and tongue still glued to mine, James began to feel his way around my crotch.  My cock, already fully hard, was pushing against the fabric of the towel until James released the slight knot leaving me naked before him.

Still without taking his lips from mine, James furiously shrugged out of his cycling bib and shorts, his massive cock springing free, before dropping to his knees to face my throbbing dick.

Looking up at me with his steely-blue eyes, James opened his mouth wide and took the entire length of my shaft into his warm throat.  With his lips & tongue wrapped around my cock, I felt like I’d come home.  This was where my dick belonged, and I was going to enjoy every second. James quickly found himself at ease with my length and girth and wrapping his hands around my butt, he pulled me deeper into him.

More than happy to oblige I settled my hips into a steady, deep rhythm as I felt my shaft pump his face and, rolling over the back of his tongue, disappear down into his throat. 

Whether he had no gag reflex or was just loving what he was doing, James didn’t flinch, as I let my knob just sit at the back of his throat letting him flex his gullet giving me wave after wave of incredible pleasure. His eyes began to tear up and so, pulling out my angry dick, I stood him up and turned him against the wall. 

His hands pushed above his head, his sweaty armpit by my face, I pushed my fingers into his mouth.  James obliged by covering them with his spit before I opened up his arse cheeks and teased them into his hole. 

James widened his stance as my fingers made their way inside him, but my dick was too jealous for the warm, moist haven that was rightfully his. Resting my body against his back, I took my dick in my hand and, finding his open hole, began to stretch him out. 

‘Slowly big boy,’ he said, his hand pushing back on my waist to get me to go easy on him. 

The tip of my dick was wet with pre-cum, but to help James I dribbled a mouthful of spit onto his crack and onto my dick to ease the breaking in.  I pushed my dick a bit harder and could feel him both trying to pull away and trying to push me deeper as he wrestled with the pain and the pleasure of penetration. 

As his hole settled around my thickness, I pushed again. Another couple of inches sliding into the arse of my dream boy.  I could feel him tightening around me as we both began to fall into step, contracting and sliding and fucking each other hard. 

It must have hurt like hell, but James took me like a pro.  

My dick and his hole were made for each other.

The sweat poured off our bodies, my balls slapped against his arse, his hands reached around to pull me deeper into him until he said,

‘Breed me.  Fill me with your load.’

I knew we had the rest of the day to enjoy more of one another and so, desperate as I was to empty my sack, I picked up the pace of my thrusts, pushing deeper and harder into his tight, muscular hole.  James groaned in pain, but begged me not to stop as ropes of hot semen pumped from my dick and into him.  

With our heads thrown back, we both growled that deep primal groan that comes from the core of your being when you cum, before slumping down on the floor.  My dick - still hard - slowly taken from him, released a torrent of cum that dripped over his arse and down his legs.  Not wanting to waste that essence of life, I quickly buried my face in his hole and greedily lapped up my load before turning to him and depositing it all in his mouth. 

James stood with his back now against the wall, his 9” member desperate for attention as he grabbed me by the hair, pushed me down and pumped his dick until his hot sweet load erupted all over my face.

Returning the favour, James knelt down and using his tongue and fingers, cleaned up and swallowed every last drop of his jizz.

Utterly spent, we collapsed into one another’s arms, kissed each other briefly before I said,

‘Let’s go upstairs and take a nap.  I don’t know about you, but I’m knackered, and I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a long day.’

 

[Poppie]

WOW ... simply WOW, dude. The way you write, it's like I am there. Bearing witness to your lust for one another. Time for me to take a nice, long, hot soapy shower.😉

[cany10011]

On 9/20/2024 at 8:29 AM, Frog said:

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[Frog]

Part 5

I felt him first. 

Still somewhat bleary-eyed from my nap, I must have fallen into a deep sleep as I’d kind of forgotten that basic stuff like the time and day that slips your mind in those moments between sleeping and waking.

But it quickly came flooding back to me as James slipped the head of his cock between my butt cheeks as I lay on my side facing away from him.  

I didn’t speak. I didn’t move. I could feel his chest pressing against my naked back. His hairy legs gently rubbing my thighs.  His muscular arms encircling my upper body.  His slow, warm breath on my neck and ear. 

I felt his hand slip down between us as his fingers parted my butt and begin to probe.  

Without moving a muscle, James went to work at finding my hole and gently stroked and massaged his quarry. His fingers retreated as, once again, my cheeks were divided by his glistening knob.  Wet with his pre-cum & lube, James leveraged himself until the warm tip of his throbbing dick rested against my opening.  Eager to go further, his hand opened up my arse cheeks, while simultaneously grabbing his cock. 

James staged his assault. 

My outer ring opened up for him, welcoming him in as the first inch or so of his thick meat found its way into my body.  I could feel him pulsing as his shaft flexed and filled becoming even harder.  I felt his heartbeat on my back and in my hole begin to race as he pushed his way home through the barriers that might hinder his pleasure. 

The second was a battle harder won.  His hard, rigid rod almost no match for my unforgiving muscle.  Despite my pleas to slow down, his animal instincts kicked in and his need to breed me was taking over.  

As I writhed in the pleasure of all of that pain, James quietly and persistently followed my encouragement and pushed his way home until the whole of his length was buried deep inside me. 

As his wiry pubes and balls rubbed my butt, James enveloped me with his thick arms and legs and held his meaty dick in my hole.  

Kissing my neck and my ear and my head, he kept himself there while my hole accustomed to his size, my inside shaping itself around his perfect form. 

As the pain began to subside, the feeling of utter completeness of having this man inside me swept over me like a wave.  

There was nothing between us.  

In this moment we were one and where I ended, and where James began, was lost and utterly meaningless. 

I reached my head back to find his mouth to kiss him and lose myself in him further, which James  took as a sign that I was ready for him to begin his art. 

Without loosing his grip on my body, James softened his hips and slowly pulled his thickness from my hole. 

Warm, wet, fullness gave way to cold, dry emptiness as his cock withdrew.

For a split second my soul longed for him before his thick head was pushing and probing once more and filling me to the very depths of my being with his manhood.

An involuntarily scream escaped my lips as the pain and the shock of his immense size was too much for me.  James he was unrelenting.  

Again and again and again he pulled himself out – voiding my hole – before slamming himself once again into me, balls deep, his tip pressing harder and further as if there were new conquests to be had with each thrust of his hips.

He held me tight, he kissed me deeply, as my arse pushed into his hips begging to be filled and more with his meat. 

James’ body was on fire. Sweat, pouring from us both, became a lubricant for our bodies as we became one. 

I have no idea how long James fucked me.  It felt like an eternity of bliss and one I never wanted to come to an end.  But as all good things must, I felt him hold me even tighter, his kisses on my neck now became bites as his breathing became grunts and his thrusts shorter and deeper and fuller and faster.

‘I’m gonna cum,’ he said and, no sooner had the final word passed his lips, my insides were filled with that unmistakeable hot explosion that is the essence of a man giving you his seed. 

His cock flexed as every last drop of his semen found its new home in me and he continued to push and to thrust just to make sure every last drop went as deep as it could.

James pulled out his cum-dripping dick, still hard, and lay on his back as I straddled his chest.  With my full and desperate cock just inches from his head I blasted my load all over his face.  

Pinned down by my thighs, James had nowhere to go as rope after rope covered him with cum.

Laughing together at the state he was in, James reached around with his hand, scooped up my warm load and pushed it in his mouth. 

Leaning down into him, our tongues swirled around each other’s mouths, my cum filling us both with its salty, sweetness.

Lying back, flushed and exhausted, James said,

‘We should clean up.’

‘And then I’m going to fuck you in the shower.’

[liubit]

Congratulations, @Frog 👏👏👏 It is a very hot piece, beautifully written. It is difficult to choose, but to me, this is perhaps the hottest part:

On 9/26/2024 at 7:23 AM, Frog said:

Not wanting to waste that essence of life, I quickly buried my face in his hole and greedily lapped up my load before turning to him and depositing it all in his mouth

Felching AND then snowballing….I need my fainting salts.

Thank you for sharing. 

[+ ApexNomad]

On 9/20/2024 at 8:29 AM, Frog said:

Hey Gents

** Hope you enjoy what you're reading and would love to get any feedback.  Feel free to DM me or post something below. **

Would love to read other guys stuff so PLEASE share it with me (either here or DM me if you'd rather).  

Thanks

 

 

F

You’re a gifted writer. This piece is incredibly vivid and erotic, with a natural flow that draws the reader in completely.