I’m on my stomach, hard cock pinned beneath me. I hold my ass up taking Bobby’s cock, every goddamn inch. He fucks until I’m breathless. Relentlessly he pounds my ass. At times slowly, so slow I can feel every inch working through my loosened opening. He pushes into my depths until his hips are against my ass and I feel that one more push, an attempt to get a little deeper in my hole. Then he speeds up, slamming his fat cock into my depths. It makes me grunt and moan. I gasp for air as that cock moves so fast I can’t decern its direction; I just know it is inside me, connecting Bobby and I, making us move as one.
“Fuck,” I utter as Bobby lays heavily on my back. I feel the hot body undulating on mine. Sweaty skin against sweaty skin. When he pushes into my depths, grinding hips against my ass, my own cock is pushed into the bed.
“Fuck,” I grunt, the word barely escaping for I’m breathless. Bobby hovers over me able to move freely, fully, pumping that fat cock in my ass. His hips smack down on my ass and the sound of it drowns out my utterances.
“Fuck me,” I exclaim as Bobby gets on his knees, pulling me onto mine. Head and shoulders still on the bed, legs kicked apart, Bobby penetrates me again. His long fingers dig into my sides, and he begins to fuck. He pummels my insides, bangs against my ass, making my cock swing heavily between my thighs. I can’t take much more of this. I want to reach back and take my cock, to stroke it until I cum. But I refrain, hold back, keeping my body on edge, right at the razor’s edge of release as Bobby fucks and fucks and fucks.
“Fuck me. Harder…harder,” and Bobby does it. The bed squeaks with his movement, then bangs into the wall as he hammers my ass, just as I asked.
“Don’t stop…keep going.” Yeah, Bobby, keep going. Fuck my ass. Just fuck it until I cum. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“Rory, take me,” said Bobby. And I cum first, spraying the bed with cum. My ass spasms around that fat cock as it just keeps fucking me.
Then Bobby is jamming hips against my ass, and I know he is coming too.
“Another beer?” Bobby asks as he holds out a cold one, the can sweating and dripping.
“Sure,” I reply, taking it.
The grill is still smoldering and the table on the screen porch is a mess of dirty paper plates, opened condiments, knives propped on lids, and an open bag of chips.
“I’ll clean up since you cooked,” I say, coming to my feet.
It takes just a few minutes to clear the table, and I go inside to put everything away. When I come back out to the screen porch, I see I was inside long enough for Bobby to get naked. He is sitting in a chair, legs parted, and cock half hard.
“Nasty bitch,” I joke.
“Come on Rory, get your clothes off.”
“I don’t know why I bothered to put them on.”
“Me either.”
I tug my T-shirt over my head and toss it to the side. I slip my old cotton gym shorts and boxers down and step out of them. I toss them to the side not looking to see if they land with the shirt.
I tug on my cock, manipulate it until it starts to harden. Bobby watches me, eyes focused on it.
“Bobby, do you want me?”
He looks up into my face. “Of course I do. Ever since I saw you at the swimming hole in those cut offs.”
“I wanted you longer,” and it was true. I had wanted Bobby ever since I was fourteen. Dad and I had stopped at their farm and Bobby walked up shirtless in ratty and torn jeans. I could see his boxers through tears at the top corners of the rear pockets, and so much more enticing, through a hole right in the crotch. God, how I wanted to put my fingers through those holes and touch that boy. I would have done anything for that twenty-year-old farm boy, and I do mean anything, and after the last two years, pretty much have done so.
And I intended to keep doing so for as long as he would let me.
Bobby strokes his cock. I stroke my cock. We stare at each other as we move our hands along them. I step closer, feeling a shift in the world, as if the whole ground slopes to Bobby. I’m drawn to him. I desire him. I want to feel him against me, in me, fucking me.
“Come on, Rory.”
I step closer, straddling him as I climb over his lap. I’m looking into his eyes. My cock bumps and rubs up his stomach and chest as I rise over his cock. He holds it for me, and I ease down to it. I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing my ass over the head making Bobby moan and push upward.
“Jesus,” Bobby utters.
I ease down feeling my ass stretch to take his fat cock. After our sex earlier, I easily slide down it all the way and grind my ass on his hips.
“Jesus…Rory…”
I move on that cock. Up. Down. Over and over, I work my ass on that cock until my own cock leaves a trial of slick on Bobby’s skin. Fuck, I can’t much more of this.
Bobby holds my waist as I move up and down. I move slowly, savoring the feel of that fat cock working through my opening and the fullness of its penetration. I hold his shoulders, lean down and kiss him, and I keep moving my ass up and down. Up and down.
“Fuck,” I cry out. The feel of it, that cock inside me, the fullness of it, is overwhelming. It pushes my desire, my wicked lust, and I move faster, increasing the pace of our fuck. I slam my ass down on that cock. Over and over. My own smacks against his stomach. I shift my position, move closer, more upright. I move up and down on Bobby’s cock while my own slides up and down his chest.
“Oh…FUCK,” I exclaim.
I cum. Hard. A thick wad ropes up Bobby’s chest hitting his chin. Then I paint his chest and stomach while slamming my ass down on his cock.
As my eruptions subside, Bobby bearhugs me, holds me tight to his hot skin, and shoves upward into my depths.
“Take me. Take me, Rory.”
And I do. I feel his cock flex with every ejaculation as he shudders against me.
It’s the middle of the night. I’m aware of being touched. Of a hand sliding down my back, over my ass, then fingers digging between my ass cheeks.
“Rory, you awake?”
“Yes.”
Bobby moves over me, rubs a hard wet cock across my ass.
“Do it; put it in me,” I whisper in the darkness.
I raise my ass as that cock slips between my cheeks. It rubs along my ass, then presses against my opening. One push and it feels like I have half of him. I clutch at the bed and push upward, taking more of his cock.
Hands push down on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed. Hips bang against my ass as Bobby fucks me. The room is so dark, it is just the sensations of feel and sound and smell. The feel of Bobby over me, fat cock in me. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh and the labored breathing of the two of us. The masculine smell of two men fucking. The feel of sweaty skin rubbing hotly over sweaty skin. The sound of the bed squeaking then banging the hell out of the wall, and me begging him to fuck harder.
Bobby pumps a load into me. Then he rolls me to my back and slips between my legs. I feel his mouth on my cock. Slick, warm, and that fucking tongue sliding over the head. I cum, pumping his mouth full. I hear the sucking mouth, the inhaling for air, then the hard swallowing taking my cum.
I wake first and slip out of bed going to the bathroom. I empty my bladder and get into the shower, where I have the water cool and refreshing. I’m holding my head under the spray when I hear Bobby come in and piss into the toilet. As the toilet flushes, the shower curtain is pulled back, and I look around at him climbing in behind me.
“Wash my back.”
Bobby washes my back, then my ass, soapy fingers working down between my ass cheeks. Then the soapy hands move around my waist and wash my cock and nuts, then they toy with me. Tug on my nuts. Manipulate my cock until half hard. Then they stroke my cock until I’m breathing hard. I brace against the wall, hands and forehead on the cool tile. Bobby moves up to my ass, smacks it with his cock, then he is entering me. Slowly, gently, inch after inch.
A hand on my cock strokes me as he fucks.
It takes a devilish long time to come. We’ve done it too much since yesterday. I get so close, painfully close, and Bobby slows his hand. I want to cum, but Bobby holds me right on the edge, fucking my ass and toying with my cock. I shudder with the manipulation.
“Bobby…please.”
He strokes my cock and fucks my ass, relentlessly, not slowing this time. I cum, a couple of eruptions that are pure bliss, then my cock drools cum and Bobby smears it along my cock. Then he pushes me against the wall, nips the right shoulder, a breeding bite, one to show he is in control, and he is. He owns me when he fucks me. And he is fucking me harder, shoving up into my depths. Then he is jamming hips against my ass and shuddering with his release.
Sunday was a rainy cool day, and Bobby and I spent it inside fucking or on the screen porch watching it rain…and fucking there too. I watched him leave just before four o’clock and an hour later my parents pull into the drive.
I wonder when they will go on a trip again. Hopefully soon.
