BB-113 Blind Windows

Excerpt

I made up for it a couple of nights later, though, when, after class I directed Greg to drive to my apartment, took him inside, fixed him a whopper of a scotch, and then set about stripping his long, lanky body, as romantically as possible, working him over, every inch, with my hands, and then my mouth. I sucked his long thick cock hungrily (he had a real beauty, one to be enshrined in the art books of male genitalia!), slurped his big, full balls in and out of my mouth until he was squirming all over the place, and then rimmed his gorgeous’ tight, spasming little asshole until he whimpered helplessly, ready to blast his load. I flipped him over, swallowed his big, beautiful dick, and drained his load, tickling his tight, cock-base hugging nuts all the while he spasmed honey-sweet, syrup-thick globs of hot jism that flowed thick and slow down my throat.

We rested a while, and then I flipped over onto my belly, in silent invitation, and flexed my buns to tempt him. He squatted over me, strong hands prying my ass cheeks apart, head lowering, tongue flicking out, a hot, wet snake darting to bathe my asshole and the lining of the crack with slick, lubricating spit. He came down on his knees, trapping my thighs between them, and spit into his hand, swirled it all over his still cummy dickshaft, and another glob to lube the head, and he was over me, on hands and knees, cockhead probing cautiously, determinedly, finding the opening, lunging, locking in, and then he grunted forcefully, rammed with his butch strength, and sank the whole gut-stretching, asshole-thrilling length of his big meat into me, one stroke, one wild, wonderful, gasp-inducing, belly-tickling stroke that filled me with the hot, throbbing wonder of his big, beautiful joint!

Man, he fucked me! He started slow, leaving that big meat buried to the hilt for one long get-acquainted moment, both of us adjusting to the suddenness and intensity of our union, and then he started, slow, lazy, tentative, dragging out, half way, holding there, then the rest of the way until only the wide flare of his cockhead rim held his body connected with mine, and then forward, sliding, burying himself, filling me up with the pulsating heat of his dick again—and again—and again, slowly accelerating, the drives of his grunting rut intensifying in strength and force and purpose, as he whimpered and rolled his hips, corkscrewing each ramming drive, stirring my guts with his long dipstick, and then, crying out, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around my chest, squirming my nipples between thumbs and forefingers, hot, shooting sensations of pain-pleasure reinforcing the hard, deep fucking of his big, wonderful, talented prick, he slammed home, strained forward to get even more of himself into me, and I felt the rhythmic spasms as he unloaded, hurling great, molten pellets of himself into the center of myself, mingling his life with mine!

Man, he fucked the shit out of me, and then, cock finally shrunken too flabby to stay inside me, sliding out wetly, a trickle of his juice following after, he crouched over my butt again, held my buns wide apart, and lapped up his load from the stretched, swollen, incredibly sensitized ring of my asshole, driving his tongue up into me, scooping out his seed greedily, before he flipped me onto my back, licked my balls, sucked my dick, and claimed my second load.