“Lose the shorts and shirt and make yourself comfortable” he said as he kicked off his shoes and socks. After I was naked except for my underwear I crawled up on the bed and watched him light the candles that were in his room. He turned on a speaker that was on his dresser and electronic music quietly exited from it. He definitely knew how to create atmosphere.
“Turn around and get on your stomach. Ass up boy” he growled. I did not need to be told twice. Once in position I felt his warm tongue on my puckered hole. The sheer sensation alone caused sparks to run in waves all over my body. I couldn’t help but moan. Thankfully, I had the bright idea to clean myself out before heading out to the bar, so as to avoid unwanted things, if it got to a situation like this.
With his expert tongue probing my hole, he got it to open as he worked his way further into me. I continued to moan into the spread and had to grip it so I could maintain my position. Several times he rubbed his beard on my cheeks and hole making me shudder with no abandon. I wanted to cum then and there. After about 10 minutes of him basically making out with my hole, I felt him move away and reach for his nightstand drawer.
I heard a click and something cool on my hole. The mixture of coolness and the head radiating from me caused shivers along my spine. He began to slowly insert his index finger into my hole, stopping to add more lube. After a few minutes of Philip working my hole and massaging my cheeks he was fully able to insert his finger in me, only stopping when he hit something inside me that made see stars, weakened my knees and caused a guttural moan to escape my lips.
Philip chuckled, “That’s your prostate, boy, It’s what makes fucking feel good”. I simply nodded. He continued to work the long finger into me. “Ready for a second finger”, he said, It was more of a statement than a question.
He added more lube to my hole before pressing two fingers into me. My hole made little resistance and happily swallowed both fingers. He twisted and flexed his fingers causing me to yelp out. He removed both fingers and decided to reposition me so that we were in a 69 position. I hungrily took his dick into my mouth and feverishly worked it with my tongue and he worked my hole with the same amount of passion. Philip unceremoniously pulled his dick out of my mouth.
With me on my back, he moved a pillow under me, elevating my ass for him. He placed each leg on either side of as he lubed up his dick. He ran the head of his dick up along my crack, driving me crazy. I bit my lower lip. “Are you ready” he said looking into my eyes. I had waited for this moment since I first learned how good it felt to finger myself. I slowly nodded my head.
“Please...please fuck me, sir. I need you inside me”, I said. Not sure where those words came from. I was more than ready for this. My entire body was ready to receive him. “Let me know if I’m hurting you or if something feels off” Philip added with concern in his voice.
After I failed to respond to him, he added “Did you hear what I said?”. I quickly nodded my head to show him that I heard him and was ready. He lined up his dick with my puckered hole and slowly pressed in. My hole must of been hungry for him since it quickly engulfed half his penis. I moaned from the pressure and feeling of fullness that I felt in my hole. “You got this boy, you can do it. Just let it slide slowly. Slowly. Just like that” he cooed in my ear.
He began to withdraw his length from my hole, which drew protests from me. Hearing my protests, he responded “Just opening you up boy. Don’t worry I’ll fill you soon enough”. He began to work his dick back into my hole. My instincts told me to clench but I told myself to push out instead and that caused Philip’s whole dick to slide right in. A small yelp escaped my lips. Not so much from any pain but from the sudden and full invasion of my hole.
I noticed two things in that moment: I felt so full from his entire penis now lodged in my hole and the fact that his pubes tickled my ass. He stayed fully inside me without moving for several seconds without doing anything. He pinched my nipples eliciting a moan from me. As my hole accommodated to his penis he began to pump in and out of my hole. The sheer sensation and electric sparks that emanated from hole caused me to moan continuously.
“God, your hole feels so tight and warm. Loving how it grips my dick just right” he said looking into my eyes and perhaps even my hole. He picked up his pace, elevating my hips to match his thrusts. He repeatedly, slammed into my prostate causing a steady stream of precum to build. The only sounds that I heard were the soft electronic music playing, an occasional grunt coming from Philip, my moans, and the sound of his balls slapping my taint.
He suddenly stopped and pulled out of my hole. The sudden lack of fullness caused me to react suddenly. “what ‘s wrong?” I worriedly said, expecting that I wasn’t as clean as possible and perhaps had an accident.
“Nothing’s wrong” he tenderly said. “I just don’t want to cum yet. If that’s okay with you” he added at the last moment. He fisted his dick, a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead and chest. “Turn around, boy” he said. I’m not sure what about him calling me boy made me harder than possible. I turned around presenting my hole to him. He added a little more lube to my hole before sliding right in. By now my hole offered very little resistance and hungrily welcome his dick.
He picked up his paced and slammed his dick into me. Several times he withdrew his full length minus the head and slammed into me. The sensation of wanting to pee broke me from my spell. “Squeeze your hole when I pull out and open when I go in” he said. I did my best to follow his orders. After a few thrusts he grunted in approval. I gripped the sheets, causing my fingers to turn white. I attempted my best to meet each of his thrust by keeping my ass firmly up and my chest low to the bed. I freed one hand to grab at his waist and attempt to pull him further inside.
He grabbed my hair and used it as leverage to continue assaulting my hole. “You like that boy?” Philip said, slapping my ass hard when he said boy. The sting of the slap only served to turn me on even more. He slapped my butt cheeks two more times and then let go of my hair, pushing me back down on the bed.
Beads of sweats dripped onto my back. He lowered himself until his chest touched my back mixing his sweat with mine. He lightly bit my neck as he continued to thrust. The constant steady assault of my prostate and Philip kissing and biting my neck slowly built up my orgasm. I hit the point of no return and felt my balls retract up before firing off. The cum left my balls and went up my shaft at record speeds before firing 6 spurts into my underwear.
I had never experienced a hands free orgasm but knew from Ryan that they were rare but not unusual and even more so from getting fucked. How lucky was I to cum hands free my first time. As my hole and dick continued to pulsate in rhythm, Philip picked up the pace on his assault. My vision was white and was oblivious to everything else.
“I’m close, baby. So close” Philip grunted as he continue to build up his orgasm.
“Fuck me, sir. Please fuck me harder. Cum inside me and make me yours.”, I said as I came back from my explosive orgasm. Leveraging my chest on the bed. I freed my hands to pull Philip in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” he punctuated the still air with each thrust. “Here it comes, boy” he roared. I felt his dick enlarge, if possible, and fire off eight spurts into my hole. Coating the walls of my hole with his cum.
He slowly dropped down and continued to slowly thrust his still hard dick into me. Soon his whole body engulfed me as he continued to slowly pump my hole. We remained in that position until his dick deflated enough to pop out of my hole with a squelching Plop! He got off me and lied next to me, drenched in sweat. I moved around to face him and clean his dick off. His dick and pubes were covered in thick white cum. I hungrily cleaned off his dick until it was shiny with spit. Once his dick became too tender for my ministrations did he pull me up into his chest.
We laid in silence for the next 10 minutes. The only sounds heard were our labored, heavy breathing returning to normal and the soft electronic music playing. Philip was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and it matted his chest and stomach hair to his torso. I worked my way down his chest licking up his sweat. A small pool of sweat had gathered at his sternum and I greedily sucked it up, it tasted salty and sweet. When I reached his navel area, I nuzzled it with my chest, wanting to keep his scent and sweat on me for as long as possible.
“Wanna smoke?” Philip said finally breaking the silence. Too engrossed in savoring his scent I absentmindedly nodded. He reached with his free hand into his bedside dresser and pulled out a small wooden box. The box contained a blue pipe with green swirls, some rolling papers, several small canisters with weed, and a green lighter. I watched a he broke off a few pieces of a large nugget of weed, grinded them down and packed his bowl.
He offered the pipe to me first. I took two hits before passing it back to him. “That’s proper etiquette” he said, exhaling the smoke out. We passed the pipe back and forth until it was all gone. “Do you want more?” Philip asked reaching for the wooden box on his dresser. I nodded no. He placed the pipe and lighter back in the box.
“I take that you love man smells” he said. He caught me sniffing me his armpits. I hadn’t noticed that I was doing it until he mentioned it. “If you want a taste, all you gotta do is ask” he said raising his arm over his head. I tentatively licked his armpit. The same salty and sweet taste filled my mouth. Philip moaned in appreciation. Happy to hear him moan I dove into his pit with much gusto. Savoring his pit hair which retained most of the moisture and taste. After thoroughly worshipping his left armpit, I made my way across his chest stopping at his nipples, playfully biting each one, until I reached his right armpit. I licked it cleaned with the same amount of passion that I gave to the left armpit.
“Well, that explains why you left the bar tonight like a bat out hell” a deep, baritone voice said. The shock of hearing an unexpected voice in the room caused me to fall off the bed and hit the tile floor with a loud thud. “Sorry bud didn’t mean to scare you” he said helping me get back on the bed. As he helped me get back on the bed, he slipped a finger inside me.
