I imagined him to be on the sloppy side. He has droopy lips. The kind you wanna nibble on and get drooled back in return. I was doing my back when I caught him looking. He stared away. The next time I caught him looking, I smiled.
He smiled back.
Perhaps it was coincidence that as I was taking my clothes off at the locker, he had also finished his workout and was walking over to his locker, right behind mine.
He smiled.
I smiled.
I toweled up and headed for the showers.
He smiled.
After wetting down, I enter the steam room, turning away, minding a soft closing of the door, only to find my left shoulder touching someone's chest. I turn to apologize, and then I realize it was him.
I smiled.
I turned to the side of the door and rested my back against the wall.
He smiled.
He walked over, I looked at the floor and threw an empty smile as he put his left hand up on the wall. I look to the right. His other hand catches my chin and turns me to his face. He has beautiful eyes that began to close as he leaned in towards my face.
And that's what his boyfriend tastes everytime they kiss.
But that was all we did. No orgasm took place while we were together. We could've done more, but maybe he knew his limitations. I had none. But I don't mind. It was good.
I'm so bad.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
This diamond likes it rough. (part 2)
His cock ran about an inch and a half bigger than mine fully erect. It was pretty tempting.
"Would you like me to go down on you?" I asked.
"No." He smiled. The fool in me felt it was such a waste to see such a beautiful penis left standing there, moderately stroked. So I just had to ask him.
"I used to fuck guys a lot." he says with silly nonchalance. "Until I discovered the joys of being completely passive." He winked at me as he continued to enjoy my stiffness. I push his head lower locking his lips as close to the base of my shaft as it can. I felt his throat, every motion it made as he tried to breathe and swallow in alternating rhythms. I could do this all night.
He stood up and walked towards the window. I stood up and followed. He opened the blinds showing a modest skyline close to midnight. We could see whispers of our silhouettes. He stared at me from the reflection. I pulled him to me, his back hitting my chest. I spit on my right hand and splattered it all over my tool. With my left arm wrapped around his torso, I probed for his hole with my right hand guiding my cock. A slide a bit down, a nudge to the top, he held on to the ledge by the window. I was inside with a push, a rush and a gush.
He threw a faint shout. My right hand grasped his neck and pulled him up my face. I kissed him. I fucked him.
We moved from window view, to floor, to coffee table, and back to couch. I hit him from behind. He rode me like a cowboy. I stood like a pillar. He knelt until I came.
We laid in each other spirits, sweat, and semen. talking about why we have to rest fort he night and why I have to go back home. So with much resistance, we made our way to the showers.
He turned on the light and stepped in, letting the water run so the heater could kick in. I stayed by the door dimmed the lights and smiled at him. He looked back.
"We missed a spot." I said. I was back up.
And that's how we ended the fuck with another fuck.
"Would you like me to go down on you?" I asked.
"No." He smiled. The fool in me felt it was such a waste to see such a beautiful penis left standing there, moderately stroked. So I just had to ask him.
"I used to fuck guys a lot." he says with silly nonchalance. "Until I discovered the joys of being completely passive." He winked at me as he continued to enjoy my stiffness. I push his head lower locking his lips as close to the base of my shaft as it can. I felt his throat, every motion it made as he tried to breathe and swallow in alternating rhythms. I could do this all night.
He stood up and walked towards the window. I stood up and followed. He opened the blinds showing a modest skyline close to midnight. We could see whispers of our silhouettes. He stared at me from the reflection. I pulled him to me, his back hitting my chest. I spit on my right hand and splattered it all over my tool. With my left arm wrapped around his torso, I probed for his hole with my right hand guiding my cock. A slide a bit down, a nudge to the top, he held on to the ledge by the window. I was inside with a push, a rush and a gush.
He threw a faint shout. My right hand grasped his neck and pulled him up my face. I kissed him. I fucked him.
We moved from window view, to floor, to coffee table, and back to couch. I hit him from behind. He rode me like a cowboy. I stood like a pillar. He knelt until I came.
We laid in each other spirits, sweat, and semen. talking about why we have to rest fort he night and why I have to go back home. So with much resistance, we made our way to the showers.
He turned on the light and stepped in, letting the water run so the heater could kick in. I stayed by the door dimmed the lights and smiled at him. He looked back.
"We missed a spot." I said. I was back up.
And that's how we ended the fuck with another fuck.
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