All Day Sexathon 4

He lathered up his hands and worked his cock. To this day I can not believe that he was able to get a full erection after he blew that load into my ass. But there it was, fully erect, all nine inches.

I got against the wall, the water fell on my head. He kissed me again and fingered my ass, his cream was still in there. I rested my forehead against the tile, the water felt nice and he put his cock in slower this time. I felt every inch go in me...an inch at a time. I screamed. It was very erotic now, not a quickie...loving...it was as if he never left, as if he never married Steph and got her pregnant. It was as if we were still together and this was our usual shower fuck.

He fucked me slow so that I could remember it...I felt him against me. I closed my eyes savoring every moment with the man, the only man, I ever loved. He shot his load into my ass, he held his crotch against my ass and we kissed as he pumped his load. I shot a load against the tiles.

We stepped out of the shower and walked down the stairs naked, holding hands. I watched him dress, I remained nude. We kissed goodbye. He said he'd return, but I knew he never would. Isn't that a song? I kissed him long, lasting, and loving, holding the back of his head.

When he was gone, I had a renewed feeling about Jared. I wished him luck on his baby and said goodbye again. I no longer hated him.

Now I was famished, so I called for a pizza to be delivered.

After my ex left I was contented. I had reconciled with my past and felt good about it. Now I was hungry. It was after all, supper time and I wasn't in the mood to cook or go out. So I did the next best thing, I ordered in. I called the pizza place around the corner and asked if they coukd deliver a large pie to my address. They said 15-20 minutes. I was pleased. I made a quick salad.

I was still in my boxers and wasn't about to change into anything else. When the door bell rang, I waited. It's a little game I play to make them think I doing something. I messed my hair up and waited for the second ring. I opened the door, without any money. That way I'd have an excuse to get him inside. He was cute, an Italian looking hunk, with slicked back black hair, a muscular chest, and a rugged face. I smiled at him. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with the pizzeria's name on it, and low-top sneakers. I invited him in to wait for the money. I went into my den, which was just off the foyer and took my boxers off...(high level seductive tactics).

I waited patiently, either he'd follow me in or leave, I hoped he'd opt for the former. I sat on the edge of the desk. The sun was beaming in onto my skin, making me sweat a little. He did enter.

"Hi," I said. "Wanna fuck me?"

He looked at me, really looked at me. I don't think he ever fucked a guy before, but he sure looked horny. He approached slowly. I slowly undid his belt and pulled his jeans down to his hips. I felt his cock. It wasn't quite hard yet, but I soon fixed that. I got on my knees and lifted his underpants down over the cock. I popped it into my mouth and went for it all at once. I figured he was on a time schedule so I wanted to get him off as soon as I could, however, I did want his cock in my ass. I sucked it, good & hard. I deep throated his organ, taking it down my throat. He was dazed. He looked to be 19, but I could not believe he never had a blow job before. Some girlfriend must have gone down him in high school? I couldn't have been the 1st to notice his great cock.

I backed off and since he probably wasn't going to take make a move toward fucking me, I decided it best if I rode him. I pulled his jeans down, he removed his sneakers for me so I could slide them off. He was wearing ankle socks--totally cute.

He sat on the desk and I straddled him, knealing on the desk and placing my ass over his curved cock. He gripped the edge of the desk and I gripped his cock. I lowered myself on it. He moaned. The pizza boy moaned as I rode his fat, cum-filled, fuckpole. I bobbed my ass up and down on him, bearing down on him. It slid in and out with the greatest of ease. My ass was no virgin, but the more I rode him, the more I sensed his cock was. He made no jerking motions, like most guys getting ridden do. He just sat there, letting me do all the work. I didn't mind. I've been a bottom all my life and enjoyed the control for once, even though I was the one getting fucked.

I worked his cock until I saw that priceless look come over his face, that look of "I'm gonna shoot" and he did. Like Mount St. Hellen, he erupted into my ass. Cream oozed out as I rode him faster, faster and faster. I stood and licked the remaining cum from his cock and balls. He was sensitive and cringed as my wayward tongue lapped him clean. I thought that was cute. The sun was still beating on us, sweat poured from our skin. I backed away and he put his clothes back on.

I paid him and gave him a substantial tip. I showed him out. He said nothing. No "thank you", no "I'll be back soon", no "next time I'll be on top." Just a silent wave. I took it along with the pizza.

After I finished eating my pizza it was 6:00. I looked out my living room bay windows and saw Jim, my neighbor across the street come outside to play street hockey. He had a pair of denim shorts on and a hockey jersey on. He was married, but his wife, Lila was visiting her mother with their 3 year old son, Jamison. Lila told me that they'd be away for a week. Jim, a Federal Express employee couldn't get off from work, so he was on his own...however, he did have me.

I tapped on the window, he looked incredibly hot. The setting sun was dancing on his hot skin. He looked up and smiled. I raised my coffee cup to the window, as a gesture for him to come in for a cup. He nodded. I watched as he put the net back in the garage and walk up to my door. My heart and cock were both throbbing. I opened the door for him.

"Hi there," I said.

"What's doin', Stevie?"

"Not a lot. I was off from work today, so I've been bored."

"Lila will be home with Jami the day after tomorrow."

"Ah...you must be lonely."

"No. I've been keeping myself amused. I have a computer."

I smiled and poured him some coffee from the Mr. Coffee. I could not keep my eyes off of his crotch. The denim did not hide the obvious bulge. I reached my hand out and touched it.

"What's this?"

Jim was shy and embarassed. I was brazen and undid the button on his shorts. He helped me take them down. He wasn't wearing underwear, so his cock sprang up in the air. I stroked it. He undid the belt on my robe and stroked my cock. It was he that fell to his knees first. I was shocked...a married guy wanting to suck a cock? I thought it was odd when Kyle did it, but Jim too. I stood there and let me suck me off. I felt my ass, probing it with his fingers. He may have been a cocksucker, but he wanted to fuck me...I had no problem with that.

Jim and I got on the floor and 69-ed. He was on top, lowering his hot cock into my mouth. I felt his cock go into my mouth, tasted his oozing precum--dripping in long strings. He was a real horn dog tonight. I liked guys when they are like this...you have them in the palms of your hand. I slowed my sucking motions. He sucked me good. He was no beginner at cocksucking. He moved his mouth up and down on my cock, bobbing his head, even deep throating me a few times. He brought me to the brink at least twice, then in a purely professional manner, tugged my balls to make me lose the sensation.

He got up and removed his sneakers, socks, and hockey jersey. I took my robe off and lifted my legs.

"Stand up and lean over the counter. I'm fucking you from behind."

He knew the lingo, he must fuck Lila this way, I don't have a prefered position, just as long as I get fucked. He spread my legs and then my cheeks. Jim took his long cock in one hand and held my shoulder with the other. He inserted his cock into my ass. I wanted it. Riding the pizza boy was all right, but I loved it when the other guy fucks me with all his force. That was precisely what Jim did. He fucked me, his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. He was really going at it. I moaned, leaning over the counter more, allowing him better leverage. He took advantage of it and pounded my ass. I mean slammed it.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned. "Fuck that ass!"

"Take it!" he said. "Take all of it."

I was at the brink of coming, his hand reached around and grabbed my prick. He jerked it as fast and as furious as he fucked me. It was rhythmic. Jim knew how to fuck a man. Knew how to make a man feel good. I shot my load onto the floor. He pulled out quickly and I sank to my knees. He grabbed the top of my hair and shoved my face onto his cock. I felt blast after creamy blast of cum enter my mouth. He gave me all of it. I swallowed it and held on to his cock until it became soft. I was breathing hard and could not move from my position. He knealt down and kissed me. It was a lover's kiss, long, passionate, and had lots of tongue. I smelled the musty odor of sweat on his body. We rose together and he got dressed.

"Thanks for the coffee," he said.

I laughed. "You're very welcome."

I kissed him again and he left. What a day. Who in the world will be next?...

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written by marc