While I was basking in the afterglow of my two round romp with Ass Splitter 69, I felt my asshole throb and felt an urgent need to stay in touch with him. I opened up Grindr to send him a thank you note for his service at my back door, then I got a text message from Scott, the stud I'd seen early in the morning. We flirted a little, then he said he had to get back to work.
An hour later, he was off work and we were setting up our next encounter.
Just like before, Scott opened the garage door for me and I went inside. As soon as the door went back down, he was all over me, kissing me and grabbing my ass with his big hands while I rested my hands atop his shoulders and quivered with lust. His trapezes muscles were adding to my carnal haze, making me want to spend all day kissing and feeling him up.
We broke our kiss and I felt flushed with sensual heat as he put his hand on my lower back and escorted me into his house. We walked down a hallway and stopped at the master bedroom. I was expecting him to usher me into the room and fuck me in his marital bed. Instead, he closed the bedroom door and we went into a room across the hall that looked like it was never used.
“You still gonna let me eat that ass again, boo?” he asked, and I nodded almost frantically.
Giving me a knowing look, he started to disrobe so I took my pants and undies down, letting them puddle around my shoes. When he was nude, he walked up to me and placed his palm against my forehead like he was checking for a fever. Then he pushed my head back with a gentle yet assertive touch and filled my mouth with his tongue. I moaned hotly into his mouth and kissed him back, but just like our first encounter, his tongue was large and in charge.
When we broke our kiss, his dick was rock hard and I wanted to suck it. But before I could make my move, he swatted my tail and motioned with his head for me to climb onto the bed. Without delay, I scrambled to get on my hands and knees with my ass pointing at the ceiling. The sharp aroma of my deeply fucked anus filled the air and I almost shivered as it filled my nose.
“You've got some Grade A boycunt, buddy,” he complimented me, then he spread my crevice open with his strong hands and planted his nose up to my asshole. I listened as he took a long, deep whiff while his heavy breaths poured into my crack. With a hiss, he said “Fucking paradise back here.”
Then, without so much as a cursory rubdown with his fingertips, he buried his face between my buns and ate my ass. His tongue felt incredible against my pucker, taking lap after lap in almost circular strokes. His teeth were gently scraping my anal lips while his 5 o'clock shadow brushed the insides of my buns, making them burn sweetly.
He broke momentarily, just long enough to slide his finger up my ass and twist it from side to side. Then he pulled it out and rubbed the outside of my hole before latching back onto it and sucking furiously on it. The spines of my pucker felt like they were pooching outward from the suction, exciting all of my pleasure centers and reminding me why I'm a bottom. Reminding me that my asshole is my primary sexual organ, and that my pleasure is derived from the mouths that feast there and the dicks that run back and forth along its depths.
In the midst of my carnal haze, Scott came up for air and slid his digit back up my butt. I moaned and rolled my hips around with a sensual moan, earning me a handsome smile and a wink from my stud. Then he pulled his digit out and sucked on it with a lust filled smile while I watched over my shoulder with needy eyes. His dick was standing at full attention, raging with desire and dripping with precum. From my vantage point, it seemed impossible that I was able to so easily accept it earlier. Or that my ass was so hungry for it again.
Before I could contemplate my anal desire any longer, Scott dove back in and resumed his feast. With his face buried in my crevice, he called out, “Your ass is driving me crazy, Kyle. I can't get enough.”
Then he latched onto my anus and devoured it for five delicious minutes.
When he pulled his mug out of my ass for the final time, he had a look of delirium on his face. He was licking his lips and pooching them out so he could sniff his upper lip over and over. I watched him set his horny gaze on my puddled up pants, then he reached into them and pulled my sweaty tighty whities up so he could bury his face in the seat. He took another long whiff and visibly shuddered, then he came to his feet and gripped my hips with authority.
“Do you need me to lube you up, babe?” he asked me, and I could hear his voice breaking.
I looked at the raging monster that was about to slide into me and nodded in the affirmative, thinking the better of trying to take that thing with just Scott's spit and the cum from my last hookup. Giving me a nod, my lover picked his pants up from the floor and fetched the KY from the pocket. I watched him pour some into his palm, then he wrapped it around his big dick and stroked it while I watched with bitter eyes. I really wanted to suck that juicy dick, but now that it was coated with lube, I knew I'd have to wait.
Before he entered me, Scott poured a dollop of KY on my anus, then he used two fingers to rub it all over the outside. He added another dollop and used the same two fingers to fuck it into my hungry hole. When my rectal walls responded with a tight squeeze, he winked at me.
Finally, he pressed the head of his monster up to my eager entrance and it bloomed wide for him. When the head slipped in, the muscles in my ass did the rest of the work for him by pulling his length inside, inch by luscious inch. When he was buried all the way up my ass, he planted his foot on the bed and positioned his 6' 3” frame so that he was lording over me. I arched my back to give him more leverage and he pressed his palm against the small of my back with one hand and held onto my hip with the other.
With his cock buried in my upturned ass, he began feeding me downward strokes that sent me into a sex-fueled stupor. The massive head of his dick was leading the charge as his frontal assault began on my prostate. Every time he fed me an inward thrust, the mushroom shaped tip would tear across my prostate, then continue bullying its way along my rectal lining and reaching the deepest pocket of nerve endings I'd ever felt someone hit. Right behind the head was his thick shaft, quickly filling the gape with its girth and massaging the lining of my anus with its veiny exterior.
Every time he bottomed out, a wave of sexual energy would ripple across my eighteen year old body with the force of an atomic blast, spreading out to my limbs and extremities. On every outward stroke, the whole process would repeat, just in reverse. The shaft would tug on the moist tissue that lines my anus as he withdrew, then his glans would spread it open even further and my body would respond in kind. Then the cycle would repeat itself, over and over again as he fed me thrust after deep, decadent thrust of his cock.
At some point, I realized that I'd achieved my ultimate ecstasy. My sphincter and rectal walls were in the grip of a series of contractions that felt chaotic at first, then evened out and had become rhythmic as they played out. The searing heat that my ass was emitting felt like it was pouring into my entire body, even as the vent in the ceiling delivered cold air from the A/C unit. Between my thighs, my hard as steel dick was encased in the same heat that my anus was emitting, and there was a strand of precum dangling from the end and swinging wildly from the force of my lover's cock strokes.
Occasionally, I could feel Scott's palm move up and down my spinal column under my shirt, rubbing my back in a comforting fashion. I thought I felt a splash of sweat or spit land on my tailbone, too, but at that point I was too far gone to know for sure. What I do know is that my lover was putting in a five star performance, carrying us to the end zone for the winning touchdown with relative ease.
So when Scott finally buried his big dick up my ass and planted his load there, I was a very satisfied cock-slut. He didn't bother asking if I wanted his load up my ass or not. He knew the answer as soon as I crawled onto the bed and put my ass in the air for him. So he didn't have to think twice about unloading his balls into my cum-hungry snatch.
When he pulled out, he practically collapsed on the bed in a heap. His head was a sweaty mess, and for the first time, I realized mine was too. Disregarding that, I eagerly went down on him, finally claiming the mouthful of cock that I'd been so hot for since arriving. While I was sucking the thick strands of cum from his shaft, he ran his fingers through my sweaty brown mane and wrang a little sweat out of my bangs. I cast my satisfied eyes up to his beautiful face and smiled around his prick. He smiled back, then he locked his fingers behind his head and let me make a pig out of myself until it was time to leave.
