I knew when I got home from work Monday night, I was going to get laid. How? Because Sunday night's fuckfest with Jim had left us both wanting more. All day as I walked through the halls at work I was reminded of the serious pounding my ass had gotten from Jim the day before, and I had copped several woodies just thinking about it. My balls felt just as full as they did Sunday when I drained a bucket of come out of them. But I was playing it cool. I wasn’t going to rush in the door and rape my lover, not today anyway. We talked about our respective days, ate some fast food slop, and sat together on the sofa watching TV. Ogling all the pretty men, as we usually do. Sitting close to one another, our hands and arms touching, it seemed only natural to lean over and kiss him, so I did. Soft passionate kisses at first, checking to see how receptive he was. Very receptive, as I knew he would be. Then the kissing became more intense. Hands slid up and down bodies, under shirts and over butts. Jim reached down and unbuttoned his fly, and my hand slid in, through the opening in his boxers, and right for the meat. There it was…my hot stud daddy’s fat cock, hard as ever. I jacked him, still in his boxers, as we kissed more, but the angle wasn’t good, so I pulled him out of his fly. All 6 inches of hefty dick was standing straight up out of his jeans, an open invitation for my mouth to get busy. Leaning down, I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, savoring the taste of his flesh. I had to feel that cockhead in my mouth again, so I ran my tongue up his dick one last time and popped the head passed my eager lips. Jim leaned back and let me do the work; I could tell he was expecting a repeat of yesterday, but it wasn’t going to happen. Jim pulled his T-shirt off and I fingered his hairy nipples as I blew him. Gradually, piece after piece of clothing came off, until he was naked and I was wearing only my BVDs. All the time, my head kept bobbing up and down, sucking him down my throat, feeling that big cock stretch my mouth wide. He was loving it. He lay back on the sofa and kicked his feet up over my shoulders to allow more access to his balls, which were also getting a good workout from my hand. Now that he was comfortable, it was time to stop. I sat up on the sofa, and Jim got a look of disappointment on his face. “What are you doing?” he asked. My answer was to stand up, yank off my underwear, and straddle his face. He knew. He knew that tonight was my night to take charge, and I did. Before he could finish getting that shit-eating grin across his face, my 7 inch cock was in his mouth. I controlled the rate he sucked, I controlled when he sucked and how long his tongue had to lap at the tip of my dick before I fed him more, I controlled if his face was fucked or slapped with my rod. I decided when he sucked cock and when he sucked balls and when he licked my ass. I worked that poor mouth hard. Occasionally, I would reach behind me and yank his hand off his dick so I could play with it. He used his now free hands to reach up and play with my chest, pulling and twisting my tit ring. I turned around, my dick still pumping his lips, and wrapped my mouth around that gorgeous cock again. We sixty-nined for a while, until I pulled out of his mouth and returned to between his legs. This time I ran my tongue all around his crotch and ass, and began fingering his hole. Jim whimpered as I slid my forefinger in. This was followed by another finger, which had Jim squirming like a bad boy in Sunday school. I followed with my thumb, which his butt happily gripped. It was time…he wanted my dick in him as badly as I wanted to give it to him. I rubbed my cock up and down his crack. I’m not a big talker during sex, but Jim could tell from the look on my face what was about to happen. “Easy,” he said as I pressed the head into his hole. Shit, he has a tight ass. You’d love it. I did go easy, slowly shoving myself further into him, letting him get used to each inch before I gave him another. “I’m home,” I whispered as the last inch disappeared and I felt my public hair press against his flesh. My long piece of meat was buried inside his warm, sweet ass. I’d fucked plenty of other men before I met him, but no one had a butt that wrapped around my 7 inches like his. How lucky can one man get? No one’s dick has filled my ass the way Jim’s does, and no ass can take me like his. Slowly I pulled out, then pressed forward. His ass had my cock straining for more; you know how sometimes you are so hard and turned on that your meat seems bigger and fatter than ever? This was one of those times. I threw Jim’s legs over my shoulders, and watched my cock as it rocked him on the couch. I stroked him as I fucked him, and when the pumping became more intense, I leaned forward and buried my mouth on his. I love that… kissing the man I am fucking. And being with the best fuck and hottest kisser of my life is enough to put this man in heaven. Beads of sweat were popping out on my chest, back, ass, everywhere, but I wouldn’t let that stop me. My balls grew tight; the time was close. I pulled out of Jim’s ass and began jacking. Maybe it’s too many porn movies, but I also love to watch my cum fly across the body of the man I have been screwing. Jim was still stroking his hard tool. Looking down, seeing two nice looking hard dicks getting jacked sent me over the top. I arched my back, and saw a fat stream of cream sail out of my dick and splatter Jim’s chest. This brought about a fat stream of cum out of his dick. What an orgasm…I was right, my balls were full, and they seemed to shoot forever. Finally, when I could focus again, I looked at Jim again. He lay there, cum running down his cock, and on his chest, balls, stomach, and neck. Even some on the arm of the sofa behind him. Jim smiled at me, “Did you enjoy that?” “Couldn’t you tell?” He could tell. I mean really…when you’re on your back, covered in sperm, with your lover, sweating and breathing heavy, still squeezing the last drops out of his still hard dick, and your own dick is still flexing as it tries to calm itself, it’s safe to assume everyone had a good time.
