“Fuck…yeah…yeah…fuck yeah, that’s good!”
I bucked my hips humping deep into his throat, “So horny, it’s not gonna take long, and I know you want it…yeah…yeah…yeah, you’ll swallow it all…you always do.”
His body flexed and shuddered, as he eagerly yielded to my needs…and his. It hadn’t been more than a couple minutes before I felt it building, but I was trying to push it back, almost fighting the warm embrace of his throat.
I moaned, humping my pubes into his face, “Mmmm…yeah…yeah…closer…closer…fuckkkkk…Marty!” I always loved to give him the whole thing, and he loved it, too…even begging for it. Rough or gentle, it didn’t matter, because he could handle it…and he loved it, either way. There were times when Marty needed to be held tight…and times when he wanted to be fucked hard.
He had a good relationship with his girlfriend, and the sex between them was great, but Marty needed a boyfriend, too. He felt fulfillment and satisfaction with cock in his mouth…it’s the balance he needed; he was right where he belonged…on his knees and worshipping his boyfriend’s cock.
Marty had ceded control, and I took over, dancing my balls over his chin, till they tightened. I moaned with one of those fuck-me-stupid orgasms that painted his throat.
Savoring the heat, as my warm, salty seed sprayed over his tongue and ran down his throat…he felt the same pleasure that I felt.
When the waves subsided, I humped forward and kept it there, deep in his throat, and throbbing against his lips. It was perfect…so perfect, I couldn’t pull out, gently rolling my hips, and tapping my balls over his chin, “Wowww…fuck…that was crazy…my legs are still shaking.”
When I did finally pull out, he held it in his hand, trailing his fingers over the shaft, as if he never wanted to let go. His eyes shifted back and forth, between my eyes and the cock in his hand, “Adam’s right…this is the fucking real thing!”
Sated with my warm load, he still seemed totally focused, and took it back into his mouth, bobbing his lips up and down the shaft a couple times. He got an awkward grin, “What do you think…you think he’s gonna want dick now?”
I tried to look serious, “I think Adam was meant to be mounted and used as a bottom!” Then I laughed, “Or maybe not…I don’t know…he’s just experimenting, I guess…I think he was walking a little different, but I think he’s having a great time experimenting. He told me that the cock-sightings around here, in the apartment, were enough to pique his interest, but he started fantasizing, after watching us go at it.” I grinned, “Who wouldn’t after that…and then having his girlfriend suggest he experiment. She seems to be okay with all of it, too…she even teased him with that go-big-or-go-home adage…telling him he went big, at home, times two.”
We both laughed, and Marty nodded, “Yeah, he did that.” Grinning and stroking his big dick, “And once you’ve had the thick, juicy, Grade A beef, you’re gonna want more. There’s nothing like getting a good dick and having balls slapping your ass!”
I smiled, “We’ll get to that…but I’m hungry for that Grade A beef!” Before taking his beautiful veiny cock between my lips, I looked into his eyes, “I’ll give you my real thing, if you give me yours.”
I remember him flexing it with a sexy smirk, taunting me with my own lust. It was just like Marty said…I couldn’t wait to get more.