The next day I was up before everyone else in the house. After the rooting that Jason served up, my asshole was relaxed and humming with relief. I laid down on the couch after dinner and locked my fingers behind my head and that was the last thing I remembered. When I woke up, I was in my own bed dressed in nothing but my tighty whities. I didn't even remember getting up to walk down the hall and figured dad must've got me up and helped me to my room.
I made a beeline for the bathroom to take my morning piss. While I was standing in front of the toilet, I reached back into the seat of my undies and slipped my middle finger up my ass. It was moist with sweat and desire, emitting a sharp aroma that was spicy, metallic and a little bit briny. As the aroma drifted into my nose, I twisted my finger from side to side and felt a delicious sensation of pleasure wash over me. Thoughts of what I did with Jason filled my mind and I gave my hips a stir while letting out a soft moan.
Moments later, I was on Grindr looking for any kind of gay encounter I could find. Hell, I'd have been happy to find a guy to make out with. Any guy. Even some dirty chat would have done the deed for me. Anything to help take the edge off.
Luckily, I got tapped by a nearby top. I felt my anus tremble when I saw his profile, and jumped at the opportunity to proposition him when he sent me a message.
With an early morning cock ride secured, I hastily brushed my teeth and threw on some pants I found sitting on top of my laundry pile. I slipped out the front door and hurried to his house, anxious for an ass eating and a butt fucking. When I arrived, I messaged him on Grindr to let him know I was there. Seconds later, his garage door opened and he beckoned me to join him inside.
“Gotta keep it quiet,” he practically whispered. “My wife's getting ready for work and she can't know about this.”
I nodded in understanding as I soaked up this stud. He was easily 6' 3” tall and probably weighed 210 pounds. His messy morning hair might have been a turnoff to some twinks, but to me, it only added to the naughty aura of the moment. So when he grabbed my cheeks with his large, strong hands and planted a rough French kiss on my mouth, I melted in an instant. He broke our kiss and I dropped my pants, revealing my eighteen year old boner. He gushed when he set his eyes on it and said, “What a cute little dick, buddy.”
With a shy inflection, I answered “Thanks.”
Then, without another word, he took me by the hips and turned me so I was facing the other way. Then he used his palms to grip the insides of my thighs, spreading my feet for me. I watched over my shoulder with tortured eyes as he maneuvered me where he wanted, then he roughly grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. Seconds later, he latched onto my hungry asshole and got busy with his tongue.
I've had my ass eaten dozens of times, if not hundreds. I've always enjoyed it. But I have to admit that until I met this grinder stud, I had no idea how good an ass eating could feel. The hairs on the back of my neck felt like they were standing as waves of frisson washed over me. My eyes started to flutter and my dick was so rigid that I thought the skin might break. Hot pleasure signals traveled up and down my legs, then spread into my groin and up my spinal column. I let out a passive moan and instinctively ground my ass back against his face, loving how his morning whiskers scrubbed the inside of my plump ass cheeks.
While I was lost in a haze of anal rapture, my host pulled his mouth away from my yearning anus and rubbed it down with two fingers. Then he latched onto my pucker and resumed his feast while I writhed and whimpered with pleasure. He treated me to another frenzy of ass eating that made my dick sizzle and ooze with precum, then he abandoned his feast and his finger slid deep up my ass.
“So fucking tasty,” he whispered in my ear. “You gonna bring this ass over for me from now on?”
“Yes!” I hissed as the sinful sensation of anilingus continued to course through my eighteen year old frame.
“Good boy,” he whispered, then he used his free hand to grab my chin and turn my head so we were face to face. He gave me another rough French kiss while his digit stroked my prostate over and over, causing the sexual energy in my body to swell. Finally, he pulled his finger out and I heard a cap being flipped open. He poured lube into his hand and hastily fingered it into my hole, then he poured some on his magnificent looking dick. He dropped the bottle into my puddled pants and it came to rest in the seat of my undies, then he grabbed my shoulders and bent me over his work bench.
When his massive cock entered me, I had to bite my lower lip to suppress a moan. His bulbous crown felt impossibly big against my blooming pucker, but then resistance lost to desire and my anus blossomed to let him in. I felt his glans being engulfed by my sphincter, then he slid all the way inside and my eyes glazed over.
“Fuck yeah, boo,” he whispered in my ear, then he tightened his grip on my shoulders and deep dicked me into ecstasy.
Every stroke he fed me made my bottom-sized boner twitch. At the same time, my hungry rear end started to throb with pleasure-filled contractions, squeezing his shaft over and over while an orgasmic flourish washed over my body. My toes curled hard in my sneakers and I felt a joint in my right foot crack. And then I rested my elbows on his work bench and let him do all the work while I rode the wave of pleasure to the isle of anal release.
When my early morning rear end service wrapped up, I had my back arched and my ass was pointing upward. I was wearing a sleepy, satisfied smile and my eyes were half closed. My hard dick was seeping precum at an accelerated rate, but I didn't care about that. My service-top buried his dick up my ass and asked me, “Where do you want my load?”
“Up my butt, please,” I practically sang, then he tightened his grip and fed me a final flurry of cock strokes that put the finishing touches on an expert ass fucking.
When he nutted inside me, I could feel my taint jerking and throbbing with the power of his recoiling cock. His emission was nothing but forceful as it unfurled, marking my ass as his to fuck. Anytime, anyplace.
When he pulled out, I lustily sucked his big dick clean. Thick dollops of his seed were clinging to the shaft, and it was nothing but a pleasure for me to suck them away while he looked down at me through frantic eyes.
“Hey buddy, my wife is gonna start looking for me,” he cautioned me, so I pulled off with a slurp. “You gonna hit me up again?”
“Yeah,” I panted, taking the bottle of lube out of my undies and handing it to him before I hiked my pants. “Can I see you again this afternoon?”
“Sure boo,” he assured me. “What's your name?”
“It's Kyle,” I answered, biting my lower lip as I soaked him up all over again.
“Give me your number and I'll send you a text when I'm available,” he offered, and I eagerly agreed.
“Okay!” I said, grinning from ear to ear.
He put my number in his phone, then he sent me a text and said, “Call me Scott.”
“Thanks for seeing me, Scott,” I cooed, and he winked again.
Before he hit the button on the wall to open the garage door, he put his hands on my shoulder and gave me a final French kiss. While I was lost in the pleasures of our tongue tango, he dipped my body back and I felt a jolt of pleasure rip through my entire body. I moaned passively in his mouth and held on for dear life, then he broke our kiss and helped to steady me. I blushed deeply and smiled at him, earning me a wink from my power-top. Then he opened the garage and I practically floated back to my car.
