He reached behind me and his middle finger stroked my ass as I was grinding my dick on his and kissing his neck. The hair on his chest created this perfect line across his shoulder blade and I was tracing my tongue from side to side. My dick nestled into his dense dark pubes and found a groove of grinding and sliding that was extremely satisfying. I'm generally not a big frottage expert but this was nice. Perfect combination of my pressing into him and his resistance and then acceptance.
He rolled me over so that he was now straddling my stomach reaching behind, taking my cock in his hand and lifting just enough for my slick head to enter him. He lowered himself down on me and my hands instinctively cupped each of his ass cheeks and I held him in place and thrust my hips upward. His groaning increased in tempo and volume so I reached up and pulled him by his chest hair down to kiss him and muffle moaning.
Just thirty minutes before, I was taking a break from Christmas shopping at a local coffee shop and glad for the few minutes alone and with my book. A few minutes into my new Michael Perry book, I noticed this guy walk in and talk to the owner about putting a flyer up on the bulletin board littered with homemade ads begging for babysitting, SAT test prep and a poetry reading event at our local college. He was sensitive to pull something down that had expired and the owner quickly ripped a few outdated notices off to accommodate this guys new entry. He squatted down and I could see the tuft I dark hair on the top of his waistband. He stood up, grabbed his coffee and sat down at the table next to me.
Nice looking guy with a full black beard and hands you know worked with something hard to earn his living. He relaxed into a chest stretching reach and spread his legs to make room for his frame under a really rickety table. He gave me a smile and I nodded politely an returned to my book.
A few minutes passed and I looked up and he was staring at me. He said, "can't help noticing your flyers hat." I had one if those long hand knit flyers hats sitting in the table. I smiled and said "yeah it's about the closest ill get to a hockey season this year I guess." So my furry new friend is a Bruins fan. Fucking Boston. We hated a few observations on the selfishness of the league officials, team owners, and the idiocy of putting hockey teams in Florida when Toronto could easily field six teams.
I noticed his hands grab his coffee cup and thought he could crush that paper in this bear claws. He caught me looking. It was if he could tell I was thinking about how his hands would feel on my nuts. I asked if he wanted to take a walk.
We walked through the door and I felt that hand on my back and then hold the door for me. As I passed him closely, I caught the whiff of coffee and something warm and masculine.
We began to walk in town and bullshitted how some of the new construction looked great and some of the real great restoration work happening on some of the older houses in town. It was then I discovered his job was home remodeling and specializing in old home restoration.
"So you want to come over to my place? It's right over there off Crane." He looked directly in my eyes and said, "I'd really like to hang out with you."
My dick was straining my jeans into a real uncomfortable nut crunch and I put my hand on his back this time and said, "lead on McDuff." The short walk took an enternity. Or three minutes in a pre-fuck haze. He opened the door of this awesome small old craft style house and as I stepped on these wide plank ancient floors, I was assaulted by two awesomely big dogs happy to see their master and greet their new visitor. I was laughing and playing with them and Karl asked if I minded walking the dogs and letting them get some air. He leashed them and handed me the leashes and asked if I would do this while he started a fire. Sure, let me just hobble on my three legs bud.
The dogs were as playful as I would soon discover, was their master. I walked back in the house a few minutes later to the smell of wood burning and was greeted by a big smile and his hand taking mine an leading me to the couch in front of the fire. I sat down and he knelt down and untied my boots, taking each foot in his bone crunching hands and rubbing my feet. My head rolled back and he could tell the impact of his touch on me.
God this was enjoyable. My dick was reaching further into his spit lubed and freshly rimmed ass. I slid into him and kept this pelvis thrusting pattern. After I muzzled his furry mouth with mine, he had leaned back up straight and was enjoying me pulling on his nipples and stroking his cock. This was a man who knew how to give and take pleasure and I was only too happy to join his fun.
I brought his face back down to me and told him I wanted to fuck him from behind and his smile as he dismounted me was as warm and inviting as his hot ass. I positioned him and couldn't help tasting his ass again. My tongue touched his hole and I could feel his muscles tremble and he asked me not to stop. I obliged.
When I entered him again I knew this is how I wanted to unload in him. I reached underneath him and stroked his nipples and his slick cockhead and I knew he wanted to cum. I quickly removed my hand and told him I was going to ride him harder and he welcomed my thrusts by lowering shoulder and pushing his ass back on me.
As I came, I was biting and tasting tr sweat on the back if his neck. It was fucking heaven. I held me beneath me for a few minutes kissin his back and waiting for my cock to be forced out of his tight hole. I rolled him on his back and his exhale betrayed his sheer happiness. I kissed him and moved my face down his chest and stomach. He seem surprised that I would not want to rest and enjoy my post-orgasmic state. As if if I don't care about his pleasure.
As I took his cock in my mouth and his hips spread open, I felt his hands take my head in gratitude and begin thrusting in my mouth. I was thinking that this poor guy gives better than he receives. The fools who have preceded me had no clue what they were missing.
His hands guided my head and I lost myself in his mash of dark pubes, his scent, my scent and the feeling of his amazing hands over rack of my ears. I could hear the ocean. And I could hear him inform me that if I didn't stop I would make him cum. And why shouldn't he cum?
He was deep in my throat, his gutteral shouting filling the room and my head gripped in his powerful hands when I felt the load escape him. I say that because he was so deep inside me that I actually didn't taste him until he withdrew a bit and I searched his piss slit. It was like I kept swallowing but nothing was there.
The look of tenderness and gratitude on his face was an amazing message between two men. We kissed and held each other for awhile.
I was fully dressed and smelling of his Ivory soap. He was cupping my ass and thanking me or spending an amazing afternoon together and I was returning the thanks. I raised his hand to my face and kissed the palm of his hand.
"
He rolled me over so that he was now straddling my stomach reaching behind, taking my cock in his hand and lifting just enough for my slick head to enter him. He lowered himself down on me and my hands instinctively cupped each of his ass cheeks and I held him in place and thrust my hips upward. His groaning increased in tempo and volume so I reached up and pulled him by his chest hair down to kiss him and muffle moaning.
Just thirty minutes before, I was taking a break from Christmas shopping at a local coffee shop and glad for the few minutes alone and with my book. A few minutes into my new Michael Perry book, I noticed this guy walk in and talk to the owner about putting a flyer up on the bulletin board littered with homemade ads begging for babysitting, SAT test prep and a poetry reading event at our local college. He was sensitive to pull something down that had expired and the owner quickly ripped a few outdated notices off to accommodate this guys new entry. He squatted down and I could see the tuft I dark hair on the top of his waistband. He stood up, grabbed his coffee and sat down at the table next to me.
Nice looking guy with a full black beard and hands you know worked with something hard to earn his living. He relaxed into a chest stretching reach and spread his legs to make room for his frame under a really rickety table. He gave me a smile and I nodded politely an returned to my book.
A few minutes passed and I looked up and he was staring at me. He said, "can't help noticing your flyers hat." I had one if those long hand knit flyers hats sitting in the table. I smiled and said "yeah it's about the closest ill get to a hockey season this year I guess." So my furry new friend is a Bruins fan. Fucking Boston. We hated a few observations on the selfishness of the league officials, team owners, and the idiocy of putting hockey teams in Florida when Toronto could easily field six teams.
I noticed his hands grab his coffee cup and thought he could crush that paper in this bear claws. He caught me looking. It was if he could tell I was thinking about how his hands would feel on my nuts. I asked if he wanted to take a walk.
We walked through the door and I felt that hand on my back and then hold the door for me. As I passed him closely, I caught the whiff of coffee and something warm and masculine.
We began to walk in town and bullshitted how some of the new construction looked great and some of the real great restoration work happening on some of the older houses in town. It was then I discovered his job was home remodeling and specializing in old home restoration.
"So you want to come over to my place? It's right over there off Crane." He looked directly in my eyes and said, "I'd really like to hang out with you."
My dick was straining my jeans into a real uncomfortable nut crunch and I put my hand on his back this time and said, "lead on McDuff." The short walk took an enternity. Or three minutes in a pre-fuck haze. He opened the door of this awesome small old craft style house and as I stepped on these wide plank ancient floors, I was assaulted by two awesomely big dogs happy to see their master and greet their new visitor. I was laughing and playing with them and Karl asked if I minded walking the dogs and letting them get some air. He leashed them and handed me the leashes and asked if I would do this while he started a fire. Sure, let me just hobble on my three legs bud.
The dogs were as playful as I would soon discover, was their master. I walked back in the house a few minutes later to the smell of wood burning and was greeted by a big smile and his hand taking mine an leading me to the couch in front of the fire. I sat down and he knelt down and untied my boots, taking each foot in his bone crunching hands and rubbing my feet. My head rolled back and he could tell the impact of his touch on me.
God this was enjoyable. My dick was reaching further into his spit lubed and freshly rimmed ass. I slid into him and kept this pelvis thrusting pattern. After I muzzled his furry mouth with mine, he had leaned back up straight and was enjoying me pulling on his nipples and stroking his cock. This was a man who knew how to give and take pleasure and I was only too happy to join his fun.
I brought his face back down to me and told him I wanted to fuck him from behind and his smile as he dismounted me was as warm and inviting as his hot ass. I positioned him and couldn't help tasting his ass again. My tongue touched his hole and I could feel his muscles tremble and he asked me not to stop. I obliged.
When I entered him again I knew this is how I wanted to unload in him. I reached underneath him and stroked his nipples and his slick cockhead and I knew he wanted to cum. I quickly removed my hand and told him I was going to ride him harder and he welcomed my thrusts by lowering shoulder and pushing his ass back on me.
As I came, I was biting and tasting tr sweat on the back if his neck. It was fucking heaven. I held me beneath me for a few minutes kissin his back and waiting for my cock to be forced out of his tight hole. I rolled him on his back and his exhale betrayed his sheer happiness. I kissed him and moved my face down his chest and stomach. He seem surprised that I would not want to rest and enjoy my post-orgasmic state. As if if I don't care about his pleasure.
As I took his cock in my mouth and his hips spread open, I felt his hands take my head in gratitude and begin thrusting in my mouth. I was thinking that this poor guy gives better than he receives. The fools who have preceded me had no clue what they were missing.
His hands guided my head and I lost myself in his mash of dark pubes, his scent, my scent and the feeling of his amazing hands over rack of my ears. I could hear the ocean. And I could hear him inform me that if I didn't stop I would make him cum. And why shouldn't he cum?
He was deep in my throat, his gutteral shouting filling the room and my head gripped in his powerful hands when I felt the load escape him. I say that because he was so deep inside me that I actually didn't taste him until he withdrew a bit and I searched his piss slit. It was like I kept swallowing but nothing was there.
The look of tenderness and gratitude on his face was an amazing message between two men. We kissed and held each other for awhile.
I was fully dressed and smelling of his Ivory soap. He was cupping my ass and thanking me or spending an amazing afternoon together and I was returning the thanks. I raised his hand to my face and kissed the palm of his hand.
"
