“Hey man,” he said as he opened the door, standing there in his underwear and a T-shirt. He looked at me with frank curiosity.
“Nate… I…” I had something already lined up to say… but seeing him, words died on my tongue. I looked at him. Just looked at him.
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I pushed him back harshly inside and nailed him with a full-bodied kiss. He was caught off guard, but quickly recovered, and soon hit me with a kiss just as ferocious. I was barely able to keep his fist-punch of a kiss from forcing me back outside. He slammed the door shut, and it was fucking on.
There was no tenderness, no friendliness, no pleasantries. We fucking kissed each other’s fucking faces off. His hands were as aggressive as his tongue, as we jockeyed for control, like some crazed gladiators trying to vivisect each other in front of a roaring, bloodthirsty crowd. I have no idea how we kept our balance, as our mouths repeatedly struck blows against each other. His unshaven face fucking raked my skin as he slid away from my mouth to bear down on my neck, and I made an inhuman sound halfway between pain and glee.
“Fuck I needed this. Fuck I needed this. Fuck I NEED this!”
Somehow we had staggered into the kitchen, and I had pinned him against the island there. I was holding both sides of his face as I wrenched my mouth away from him, with an audible rush of air. The look in his eyes was naked need, naked aggression… and I know he saw the same in mine. I stepped slightly back, hooked my fingers through the waistband of his Jockeys, and violently hauled them down to the floor. In that same motion I dropped to my knees and went in for his cock… which was standing as hard and straight as I had ever seen it.
“Fuck dude! I haven’t even showered yet…”
I think this might have been to warn me, but it just made my own rock-hard cock even harder.
His musk was strong, and I was in fucking heaven. I rammed my face around his crotch, breathing in the scent of his bush, grinding my nose among his hairy balls. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” he growled somewhere above me. He kicked off his underwear, spreading his legs to give me better access. His T-shirt flew off seconds later.
I unleashed on his dick, grabbing it up in my mouth and sucking in so hard I about tore his cockhead off. Nate hissed desperately, and then I sucked him for everything I was worth. I ran my mouth down as much as the shaft as I could, nearly gagging myself. I pulled up slightly and stared mouth fucking him desperately, as if I was dying of thirst and his cock held the last life-saving drops of water on earth. Nate was giving a throaty, undulating wail. I worked my tongue rapidly around his cock head, teasing the tip, swirling around his piss-slit, then came roaring down his shaft in a sloppy, obscene slurp.
I started jacking him tightly, my spit serving as the only lube, as I went after his balls. One at a time, rolling them in my mouth, sucking hard on them, and tickling them with my tongue. Breathing in his man scent. First one, then the other, in rapid succession, not letting him adjust. Satisfied, I went back to his cock, mouthing his cockhead as I jacked him down to the base. Nate growled out a flurry of obscenities, barked at me at full volume.
I waited until he was almost in a frenzy, in serious danger of blowing his load right there and then, to grab his hips and spin him around. I forced him to bend over and expose his hairy ass, and then I fucking went at it with every fucking thing I had.
His fucking butt-funk was fucking ripe, exactly as I needed it. I rammed my face in, dragging it again and again up and down his hairy crack, scenting myself. Nate’s shouted obscenities became fucking howls. And I slammed my mouth into his fucking hole as hard as I could, nearly crushing him against the kitchen island. I fucking worked that hole, wildly shaking my head. Digging my tongue in as far as it could fucking go, and all but chewing it with my mouth. Everything I could do to get his blood pounding. Again and again, ruthless, unrelenting in my oral assault. I could feel his knees starting to buckle as he slammed his hands on the countertop and screamed his fucking lungs out.
With one hand I wrenched my belt open, and my dress pants slid to the ground. My underwear quickly followed. I spat wickedly into my hand, slathered some on my cock for good measure, and then I fucking rammed my cock into is spasming hole.
Nate screamed loud enough to crack the granite countertops, but he held. And fucking pushed back. Even more desperate to have his ass filled than I was to fill it. Somehow, we powered through, as I could feel my cockhead violently crash its way inside him. The pressure was immense; he bore down hard, with enough heat and pressure that I was sure he had ground my dick into diamonds. I drove up inside him until I was all the way in, then I started fucking pounding him.
Nate gave out sharp, baying cries with each stroke as I bottomed out. I had to loop my arms around him to give myself enough leverage, locking him into place. He couldn’t have escaped me if he wanted to.
And holy fuck, he did not want to.
Nate fucking slammed back into me, desperate. Howling. Fucking me even harder than I was fucking him. His ass biting down on my cock with each bow. I could hear the pots stored in the island clanging with each blow I landed. Barely audible over our titanic bellows.
It was way too much for us, even as experienced as we were with total-body sex. I hammered him for only a few minutes before I could feel my balls starting to howl on their own. I threw my head back and fucking exploded inside him, shooting so hard I almost blacked out. Nate was there seconds later, and his howling blast of cum about stripped the finish off the cabinets. I can’t fucking imagine how much cum he sprayed out.
My muscles gave way entirely, and I crumbled to the floor. Nate was braced on the island, but after a few minutes of desperate panting he slid to the floor beside me. I don’t know about him, but I was fucking seeing stars.
We laid there without talking, which was probably for the best in that my ears were still ringing.
As our labored panting finally started slowing, Nate swung his arm over, gently clapping my belly. “Will my man? You fucking rock my world. You know that?”
I just gave a deep-throated chuckle.
After a few more minutes, I felt my breath had returned enough for words. “Nate? That was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing.” I lifted myself up somewhat, resting on an elbow. “The thing is…”…Pause…. “The thing is…” A longer pause. “At first, I was half convinced that I was coming over to tell you I think we should… you know, break all this off.”
Nate sat up himself. He gave me a leveled gaze. “Well, I’m happy you went in a different direction.” It was light and breezy, but I could hear the steel behind his words.
“I just… it’s…………fuck.” Not my most eloquent moment. “I’ve been trying to wrap my brain around… this. And I don’t know what to do. This time away has he thinking how much I love my wife…” I raised my hands defensively, “no, really, I do love her. In all kind of deep ways. And I have for a long fucking time.”