Huge Security Guard Wants to Ride My Cock 3

Okay. The "sir" part caught me by surprise, but I could go along with it if he was into that. Still holding on to the nipple ring, I reached inside and grasped the base of his thick cock with my free hand. His breathing became heavy: as if he was about to shoot his load.

I pulled my hand out.

"I don't want you to cum yet."

"No sir," Jay replied gasping. "Don't want to sir."

He dropped to his knees and freed my straining dick from its prison. He studied it for a moment and then looked up into my face. His eyes glittered like alpine lakes beneath a star filled night sky.

"Nice cock," he said running his finger along its side. "May I suck it, sir?"

In less time than it takes to work up a suitable response he had taken it into his mouth. All I could do was catch my breath and hold it until his nose was buried deep in my pubic hair. He gagged once and paused as if waiting for me to take the controls.

Lacing my fingers behind his head, we fell into a natural rhythm. Before long I was fucking his face like a madman while he received my thrusts with an eagerness that was inspiring.

Everywhere I looked I found another version of my cock sliding into his mouth. Every wall presented another image of Jay furiously beating off, his torn uniform flapping wildly in the still air.

"That's it. Swallow my big cock," I commanded.

I rotated my hips, forcing his nose even deeper into my crotch as I probed the warm confines of his mouth. He nodded eagerly, pausing briefly to catch his breath before getting back to work with renewed vigor.

My balls churned and drew up into their sacks. I'd lost all sense of anything existing beyond the head of my penis. It's an oversimplification to say that I'd become one big erection with just one thought in my wet, swollen head.

Rather than risk carrying the analogy to the next unsavory level, I'll just say that he sensed that I was getting close and pulled away. I stood over him, my dick, glistening with saliva, and rested it on his cheek as his hands moved up and down my legs.

"I want this thing inside me, sir."

"Not yet."

I helped him to his feet and pushed him against the wall. Then, dropping to my knees, I pulled the shaft into my mouth. With the sound of his moans ringing in my ears, I went to work like a man obsessed.

Everything I'd ever learned was coming into play. Things I remembered, from men with faces I could no longer visualize, came back in a rush as I worked his cock, and him, steadily toward the brink.

I loved sucking his dick. I loved the way he tasted: salty, like someone who'd just peeled off his jock strap after a long day on the playing field. I relished his smell, immersing myself in it as my tongue probed every hard inch of his cock and balls.

At one point I glanced upward, hoping for a glimpse of his handsome face contorted with pleasure. He'd be watching me, his face glistening with perspiration as his hands worked over his nipples: twisting and teasing them. Clearly, my technique of sucking harder at the head and gradually decreasing the suction as I moved along the shaft was turning him inside out.

"Your mouth feels so good. Jesus, you're killing me."

Lest my efforts became lethal, I got to my feet and he threw his muscular arms around my chest. My tongue slid down his throat as I wrapped my hand around both of our cocks and stroked them together.

"Now," I whispered. "I want your ass now."

"Yes sir," he responded eagerly.

Jay retrieved a half-empty bottle of lube and a rubber from under the bed and got back on his knees.

"It looks like you're prepared for anything."

Although there was nothing to read into it, my offhanded observation didn't go unnoticed.

"I'm not promiscuous. I jack off a lot," Jay replied.

He carefully removed the rubber from its foil package and placed it on his tongue. My dick slid into his mouth, only to emerge safely sheathed and ready for action. Jay grinned at my surprised expression, and wrapped his strong arms around my neck.

"Nice trick," I whispered.

"I've always wanted to do that on a real man. So far I've only been able to practice with a dildo."

The kiss was hard and passionate. The time was right. He turned and bent over the edge of the bed.

"Fuck me," he whispered huskily.

The sight of the perfect ass being offered to me was overwhelming. I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue deep in his hole. His whole body quivered as I licked and teased it.

"Oh God! Eat my hole, man!"

I slapped his left cheek as I moistened my finger and thrust it deep inside. Jay rocked back and forth, murmuring softly as I pushed in and out until his sphincter relaxed. It was then, as I withdrew my finger and positioned my dick at the opening, that my attention was drawn to a length of chain dangling from the ceiling a few feet away.

"Don't move. I just had a brilliant idea."

I abruptly turned and went in search of my jacket. I'm not sure how brilliant it was, but Jay appeared to be intrigued as I fumbled through the pockets. Neither of us spoke: even when I led him away from the bed, snapped the cuffs on his wrists and looped them over the hook at the end of the chain.

I stood back to admire the magnificent body, helpless and exposed, before me. It was one of those moments that I'd fantasized about: right down to the dripping, erection. Pulling aside the fabric of his uniform, I kicked his legs apart and thrust my straining cock deep inside with a single lunge.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out, straining at his bonds. "Shove that big dick up there. Ride that ass. Ride it hard!"

I grabbed the back of his belt and continued my attack using long jackhammer strokes that scarcely gave him time to breathe, much less acclimate himself. We were like a well oiled machine, pushing and pounding one part against another.

I thought of that first day and of how I'd chastised myself for daring to imagine him begging for my dick. How could I have given myself the luxury of imagining my hands roaming across his heaving chest and down his rippled abs?

When I couldn't penetrate any farther, I took a half step forward and forced my cock deeper by shear will power. Jay stopped thrashing and, with a deep sigh, went almost limp as it pushed steadily against his prostate.

"Oh God! Do it, daddy," he demanded forcefully, his hard-on bouncing like a fleshy divining rod. "Plow my hot butt hole!"

I picked up speed; relentlessly pounding his greasy, abused hole as the slap of sweat drenched flesh against flesh filled the room. He was getting close and gasping for air as his balls constricted in my hand.

"Cum for me," I whispered, twisting his right nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

I resumed stroking him in time to the plowing he was getting from the other side, and twisted his right nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"Oh shit," he cried out. "I'm gonna blow my load right through the fucking wall!"

He arched his back and, with a howl, shot his wad across the room on to his reflection in the gleaming mirror. Wave after wave of cum splattered across the floor until I released his spent cock.

No longer able to hold back I pulled out, tore off the rubber and walked around to face him. Jay looked down and grinned as I shoved my greasy dick through the opening of his ravaged uniform and jacked myself off to a shuddering orgasm into his wet pubic hair.

A thick strand of cum ran slowly down the top of his still semi hard dick. I waited for it to reach the end and fall to the floor before tearing away the last of his uniform and releasing the cuffs. Jay staggered once and fell into my arms.

"Fuck, that was hot," he whispered as a shudder raced through his body.

I gently picked him up and carried him toward the bed, his head resting against my chest. He stretched out on the white sheets and waited patiently as I removed the rest of my clothes and climbed in next to him.

Later, as he lay next to me with his smooth ass pushed firmly against my crotch, I looked up at the ceiling at our reflection. Sometime within the last couple of hours, or however long we had been there, it had started to rain.

I pulled him closer and my cock sprang to life again as I kissed the back of his neck. Jay maneuvered it between his cheeks and tightened his grip on it.

"You're not going anywhere, bank man," he growled in a low, painfully sexy voice.

"I wasn't even considering it."

I was about to doze off in preparation for the next round, when I heard the faint sound of the front door opening. Jay yawned and stretched but was otherwise unconcerned.

"Oh, that's just my roommate."

"Hey, Jay! You home Buschman?"

There were footsteps coming down the hall.

"We're in here, Manuel."

"Manuel?" I queried.

"Yeah you know him. He does your morning pickup."

I dropped back on the pillow and smiled. An already memorable evening was about to become one for the record books.

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written by michaelm