His last sentence was cut off, due to the fact that, since I had released my cock, I had been lathering my hand with copious amounts of my pre-cum, just so I could lube up and bury a couple of fingers in his ass before I fucked it. I guess he was correct about dropping his plug, as it was for sure my cock that would be filling his empty void.
I had reached back, took one swipe over his loose asshole and then shoved my middle and index fingers in until I was punching his taint. His already hard shaft flexed to its fullest while dumping a river of pre-cum at my throat, which I tried to spread around my mouth and his shaft.
With my mouth now covered with his clear man goo, I used the fingers in his ass as a tow hook to spin him around, positioning his ass right in front of my face. Pulling my fingers from his wet hole, I grabbed his hips, and while leaning back into the chair, pulled him over me.
As Paul stood over my hips, I grabbed my hard cock and pointed it upward, aimed directly at his awaiting asshole. After a bit of encouragement, Paul finally started lowering his hip, that was until his hole made first contact with the pointy end of my shaft.
Doing what I do with Linda, I swirled the head of my dick around the outside of his asshole. Once I feel the vibe that it is safe for me to proceed, when rubbing my cock over his hole, I thrust my hips upward, pushing the head of my cock through his unsuspecting sphincter muscle.
Paul let out a little yelp as the ridge of my crown sprung passed his ring. But within no more than five seconds, he was slowly relaxing his stance, effortlessly sliding his asshole down the length of my shaft. Upon landing his ass cheeks on my pelvic bone, he let out a large sigh as he was now confident that he could in fact take at least a seven inch cock in his ass.
Beginning to embrace the fullness that my cock was providing, Paul began to grind his hips back and forth. The chairs that we were sitting on were from the campers dining area, so they were fairly sturdy. But the more Paul ground his ass onto my cock, the fastest he began to buck. The faster he bucked, the more unstable the chair was becoming.
I wasn’t to argue as Linda and I have never had anal sex in this position before, and as far as my cock was concerned, it was loving it. My whole shaft and crown were very sensitive to the way his bowels caressed my skin.
With the intensity that he was riding my cock, it would be only a short matter of time before one, if not both, of us were emptying our sacks. Not wanting that to happen with us on the ground, with a broken chair under us, I suggested that we move somewhere safer.
As Paul begrudgingly pulled himself from my shaft, the stiff meat that was impaling him, strongly slapped down on my belly. His ass was agape as he waddled off my legs, giving me a gratifying sight to see. No sooner that I he cleared my legs, I began to lean forward to stand up. This was also the time that Paul decided to turn around.
Our timing was perfect to allow his gushing member to slap the side of my face before I instinctively sought out the object that was leaving my cheek wet. Upon finding the sopping wet shaft with my lips, I sucked and cleaned his shaft while following it up the length in search of the spring from which his slick goo was flowing.
Although it was my cock pressing back and forth on his prostate gland, that had coaxed the flow of pre-cum that had covered his shaft, the moment that my lips encircled the slick head, I would have thought that he just ejaculated. With the slightest suction, my mouth was almost immediately filled with a strong flood of his clear dick sauce.
Being that he just used my dick to stir his guts, he had naturally started to lose his massive erection. But, that’s only as far as to say, what was eight inches is now seven and a half, what was two and a half inches was now two. The biggest difference was the rigidity. With his cock hard, I can’t take him in my throat, therefore, leaving an inch or two of his shaft “dry.”
In this current state, I didn’t have that rigidity fighting back against me. With my face above my proudly erect ass fucker, the mouthful of pre-cum quickly ran from the corners of my lips as I sank my face further onto his crotch.
It was only when my hard cock was completely slick with all his pre-com, did I feel my nose on his abdomen and my chin on his scrotum. It did need to flush out any fluids taking up room, but eventually, his semiflexible manhood snaked its way into my mouth.
Trying to give as much suction as my stuffed mouth would allow, it was only about thirty seconds before I felt his pulse shooting into his meat. Once I felt his blood trying to refill his member, it was only another thirty seconds before I could no longer touch my lips to the base of his shaft.
With Paul back to his monster self, I pulled myself from his tasty shaft. Taking this free mouth opportunity, I tell Paul “let’s get inside.”
We both grab for our beers, the pipe and Paul’s plug, just to get it off the ground and not attract animals. The visual of two grown men, in the woods, with nothing on other than shoes, socks and two glistening erections bouncing in the air.
Making our way into the camper, Paul led the way. As he stepped up into the camper, I was once again presented with Paul’s smooth ass. As an incentive to hurry up, I reached up and effortlessly drove two fingers into his sloppy anus, while jokingly prodding for him to move. Instead of clearing the door, he pushed his hips back trying to shove as much of my fingers into him that he could.
Reaching up with my free hand, I mirrored the fingers of my other hand and pushed them into his hole. Now having four fingers stretching him open, Paul was finally convinced to continue into the camper. It wasn’t as if he had much choice being that I was almost picking him up, using his asshole as my lifting point.
Carrying him across the floor, he was barely on his toes as I folded him over the bed. Moving my hips into a position that aimed my cock towards my hands, I slid the head into the pocket that my hands were creating. Slowly, I snaked my cock between my fingers and into his ass as I lowered him onto my shaft.
Paul let out a deep groan as I once again filled his ass with my meat. With my fingers now removed from his rectum, I used my hands to stretch his cheeks apart, giving me a great view of my two inch thick shaft pistoning in and out of his stretched man-pussy.
Even being drunk and high, I knew, as I watched the obscenity unfold in front of me, that I wouldn’t be able to keep up the pace without hosing his guts in a short time. At this point, I figured that if one of us is going to cum, we’re not going to want to stop. With that being the case, I want to have him in a position to give me what I was wanting, without having to really reposition.
Pulling my cock from the confines of his ass, I went around him and climbed onto the bed. Laying on my back, with Paul still on the floor at my feet, I said to him “Get up here and make yourself cum for me.”