Nick was striding across his lawn, stepping over the small stone hedge separating apparently his house with my parents’. He was beaming. As he closed the distance between us, I was able to check him out again. He was tall, and though he had a small gut beginning to form, I could tell his arms and legs were powerful, as if I hadn’t just seen his naked body violently thrusting into another man a couple hours ago. Through his baggy sweats, I could see his dick swinging and bouncing loosely as he continued his stride over to me. Fuck, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Just before he got close enough to me, I realized I hadn’t moved at all. Hadn’t done so much as wave stupidly. I took a few steps forward to close the gap.
“Howdy, neighbor!” Nick said, reaching out to shake my hand. I took it and smiled back naturally. I relaxed into his grasp, but my body grew tense. Somehow, this guy made me nervous.
“Ah, well, it’s actually my parents’ place. I’m just visiting.” Nick and I kept shaking hands. It felt like it had lasted hours.
“Hmm,” Nick said. “That’s too bad.” The silence that followed was heavy. Nick’s smile was mostly gone now, replaced by a glare. Perhaps it was disappointment. Or was it a sudden wave of memory about what had happened earlier? I knew I was getting that wave too, and it began to make the bulge in my pants fill.
“Look, I–” I began, wanting to get ahead of any sort of awkwardness. Madison would be in town tomorrow, and I didn’t need to have to deal with whatever drama Nick could be bringing. Sure, he seemed like an easy-going guy back at Alan’s place when he was drilling his sloppy hole and making out with me. But out here? I didn’t need to blow up my world because I wanted to blow off a little steam. However, Nick cut me off before I could get any of this out.
“Don’t even worry about it, man,” Nick said, releasing my hand and patting my shoulder affectionately. “Nobody’s gonna’ know.” He smiled.
I couldn’t help it. I smiled back and let out a laughing sigh, relieved it was that easy. Perhaps Nick thought the same way I did about man fucking.
“I’m Mark,” I said.
“I’m Nick.”
“Uhh, yeah, I kinda guessed that.”
Nick threw his head back and laughed. “Shit! I forgot that was all supposed to be anon. Sorry, Alan and I go way back. Kind of forgot you didn’t know him too! Oh, well. He’s a slut. As you saw. Doubt he gives a shit if you know his name.”
I laughed at that too. But Nick was talking about this so openly. If my parents were around, or especially his wife, they would probably have questions. Nick sensed my apprehension to talk about our earlier session.
“Listen, Mark, don’t worry about getting caught. I’m not stupid. I’ve got a pretty good thing going. But I’m not gonna’ ruin my life over it. We can just pretend this thing never happened and you can enjoy your visit.”
Nick echoed my exact thoughts. This was a one-time thing. The fact that he happened to live right next to where I was staying was proof that we were pushing our luck by even acknowledging each other. It was a fun experience, and one I’ll jerk off to the memory of for months to come.
“Or,” I said, unable to help myself.
“Or?” Nick repeated.
“Or maybe this can be a more relaxing trip that I had planned.”
Nick grunted at that. “Hmm, I think that sounds like a good idea.”
“Should probably mention,” I said. “I also have a wife. She’s coming to town tomorrow.”
Nick chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to softly grip my bulge, which was fully hard now. I gasped softly and looked down, then back up at Nick, whose gaze didn’t falter. “Is that so? Guess we’ll have to be extra careful, then.”
“If you’re free tonight…” I let the proposition linger.
Nick thought for a moment. “Tonight could be round three with us. Might have time for one right now–”
“Nick!” A woman’s voice called out into the air. Nick’s hand immediately left my throbbing cock. He turned his head back toward his house. I looked too but couldn’t see anyone. The voice rang out again. “Honey! Dinner!”
Nick bellowed back, “Coming! Just talking to the neighbor’s son!” He turned back to me and sighed but was seemingly unable to stop himself from chuckling. I looked down at Nick’s own bulge. He was practically ready to cum, his cock print so vivid, protruding obscenely through his sweats. I gave his cock a quick squeeze, for which he grunted in appreciation. “Fuck. Almost got carried away there, bud. Tonight then?”
“Definitely,” I replied fervently. I quickly gave him my number. Nick told me he’d text me and that at some point we should probably set some ground rules if we wanted to do this right. I agreed.
“Oh, and don’t jerk off tonight,” Nick said. “I want all that load down my throat later.” He winked and turned around, lightly jogging back to his house.
I proceeded up the driveway, thinking about how incredibly difficult it was going to be to keep from doing the very thing Nick just asked.
My folks made a light dinner in preparation for the big Christmas dinner in a couple days. We ate, and they gabbed about their days, going on about the news they saw in the morning, probing me about my work (“What actually is your job, Mark?” “I told you, Mom…”), but they were generally in a good mood, owing probably to the holiday spirit and the couple glasses of wine we had downed.
Afterwards, I watched some TV with my parents. I texted Mad, who was relaying her crazy fucking job to me. Eventually 9 rolled around and my parents got ready for bed. I decided I should probably shower.
It felt hot to be sitting in the sweat, cum, and spit that had coated and dried on my cock and all over my crotch. But it felt even better to stand under a hot stream of water, idly stroking my cock. Despite what Nick had requested, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself. I stroked my cock, rubbed my abs, and pinched my nipples as the water flowed over me and the steam built up in the shower. I was sure he wouldn’t mind the fat load I was building up for him.
I even began groping my thick ass. I started with lightly rubbing my hole until I was one full finger deep, feeling myself open up as I slid it in and out. I was starting to go feral, trying to shove another finger in my ass. My hard cock was bouncing as I gave full attention to my hole for a moment, slightly moaning. However, I was slightly annoyed that I didn't bring my secret dildo on this trip. Something about Nick was making me want to finally experience my ass being filled, after years and years since it was last fucked.
After edging myself, I got out of the shower, dried off, and walked to the guest room with my towel on. I plopped onto the bed and resumed my fist-fucking, bucking my hips slightly. Once I got to the edge again, I stopped jerking off. I re-positioned my legs so that my knees were higher and my hole exposed. My fingers lightly circled my entrance, reveling in the feeling for the first time in a while. My phone buzzed.
A number I hadn’t saved flashed on my screen with a message.
“Howdy. U free?”
I texted back, my heart rate increasing. “Yup.”
“Backyard 5 mins. Delete this.”
Good man, I thought to myself. Nick didn’t have to tell me to delete the messages, but it was nice to know he was on the same page. I saved his number then deleted the texts. I slipped on some sweats, a thermal shirt, and wool socks and tip-toed out of my room and through the living room to the sliding back door. It was unnecessary though. I looked down the hall and could see the darkened cavern of my parents and knew they were already fast asleep.
It was chilly outside, but my excitement kept me warm enough. I walked past the pool towards the neighboring fence. I wasn’t sure what to expect from Nick. Where was he? After a couple minutes of waiting, I heard a sliding door open then close quickly. A few seconds later a whispered voice.
“Mark?”
“Yeah,” I breathed back.
“Can I come over? Mary’s out having drinks with friends, but I don’t want to wake the kiddos.”
“Yeah, no problem. My folks are asleep. Come over to the side gate.”
I heard Nick walk down the length of his fence. I did the same. His gate creaked open then closed shut. I lifted the latch of mine and opened it. Nick stepped through the gate and closed it behind him.
We squared each other up. Nick was a few inches taller. A part of my toxic male ego wanted to resist lifting my chin to meet his eyes. Another part of me was eager to do it. I gave into that part.
“Hey,” Nick said.
“Hey,” I echoed.
Nick grabbed my cock through my sweats and began lightly stroking it. “Saved that load?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, my voice raspy.
“Good because I’m hungry.”
I reached out and grabbed Nick’s cock too. He was already hard. Like me, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. We stood there for about a minute silently feeling each other’s cocks through the fabric, the universal handshake for married men.
“Let’s get inside though,” I added finally. “I’m fucking freezing.”
Nick agreed and we quietly re-entered my parents’ house. It was a strange feeling as we walked through the living room. I was a mid-thirties, married man, leading another married man, likely late-thirties or early-forties, through my parents’ home like I was some horny teenager. I had built up all of these rules in my life, and I was starting to break every single one. I was beginning to trust Nick. He was the same as me. Right? This could be a disaster, or it could be something incredible. It was exhilarating, and the hand that was gripping my ass cheek as we walked to the bedroom made it even more exciting.
The door closed behind me and Nick. My pants were immediately dropped to my ankles with a quick yank. Nick turned me around and shoved me onto the bed. My cock stood at attention, visibly pulsating. Nick did not undress. He simply pulled my pants off, threw them aside and crawled onto the bed between my legs.
Nick’s warm mouth enveloped my cock without hesitation. I immediately let out a low groan and rand my fingers through his hair. He began throating my cock expertly, making sure my fat dick was coated with a healthy amount of his spit.
“Fuuuck yeah, man,” I moaned. “Suck that fucking dick.”
Nick released my cock from his throat and slapped it several times on his wet, juicy lips. “Been thinking about this dick the moment I saw you fuck Alan’s stupid cunthole.” He went back to sucking my cock, focusing on the head until throating me completely to the base. Then back up again, occasionally stroking it and spitting on it like a porn whore. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I met up with Nick, but I was pleased to find he knew his way around a cock.
“Fuck yeah, man,” I kept encouraging him. I was so into this. I began babbling a little, doing my best to keep my voice low. “Wish you could taste my cock with Alan’s ah-aaaaahh married fuckhole scent all over it. My sweaty balls slapping your chin. Ngghhh. Filling your nostrils. Fuuuuck you’re such a good married cocksucker. Pretty fucking fag lips sliding all over my shaft.”
Every word made Nick more eager to suck my cock. He never stopped to say anything back, but he was moaning around my shaft, breathing through his nose hard. Eventually he started working on my balls, slobbering all over them, sucking at them, pulling them with his lips. It was attention my wife never paid to me, not that she never sucked dick. But to be this eager, and this sloppy. Only a man could wish to be like this. A married man with another married man, embracing depravity.
“Come here,” I said to Nick. He did not immediately stop sucking me, but his eyes met mine. “I want to taste my cock.”
Nick released with a wet pop from his mouth. He crawled over me, his face hovering above mine. He was just far enough out of reach that I couldn’t lift my head up to kiss him. Slowly, Nick pursed his lips and opened his mouth slightly, a thick wad of spit began to slowly unspool from him, turning into a long strand. I opened my mouth wide, eagerly awaiting his gift. Eventually, his spit landed on my tongue. I closed my mouth and greedily swallowed it, moaning in satisfaction. Some of the spit landed on the outside of my lips into my short beard. I licked my lips, trying to get it all.
Nick’s lips came crashing down onto mine. We kissed hard, our lips humping each other, tongues swirling around one another. Spit flowed freely between us, and we grunted into each other with abandon. I could feel Nick’s covered cock grind into mine. I knew how much spit he produced sucking my cock, and I was even more turned on thinking about the stain that would form on his sweats from how sloppy he had been.
It took me a couple seconds to recognize the buzzing coming from the bedside table, what with all the man-on-man making out being such a distraction.
Nick’s head turned, I kept kissing his cheek, his chin, wanting him to turn back and kiss me again. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and followed his gaze.
My phone buzzed, rotating slightly. Bzzzz…bzzzz…bzzzz.
Shit, I thought. That’s probably Mad calling to say goodnight. How could I forget?
Nick turned back to me. “Gonna’ get that?” he asked with a sly smile.
The buzzing stopped. Maybe I could wrap this blowjob up, return the favor, and call Mad back in 20 minutes. Tell her I was in the shower or something.
Bzzzz…bzzzz…bzzzz. Guess I had to answer it.
“Okay, but be quiet,” I said to Nick seriously.
“Want me to step outside?” he asked politely.
“Fuck no,” I said with sincerity. “Just no talking.”
Nick smiled and crawled back down the bed, his face back underneath my thick, throbbing dick. He gave it gentle kisses, working down my shaft and onto my balls, as I pressed accept on the call.
I cleared my throat. “Hey, babe,” I said.
“Hey!” Madison responded. “You okay?”
“Definitely. Just got out of the shower. What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. Bout to go to bed. Can’t stop thinking about that stupid bitch who had the gall to tell me I wasn’t doing enough work on my shift.”
“Oh, yeah thaaaa-at’s crazy. What a…what a bitch.”
“Mark? You okay?” Madison asked, a little puzzled.
Nick had started throating my cock again. His head bobbed up and down. I could feel his tongue moving with more vigor than before. This motherfucker.
“Mmhm,” was all I could get out for a moment. “Yeah, fine. Just tired.”
“You’re telling me,” Madison said. “But I wish my flight was in the morning. Can’t believe nothing was available until 7.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. When do you land?”
“Ugh, not til’ 10.”
“Sorry, babe.”
Nick was periodically taking my cock out of his mouth and stroking it, the sloppy spit he produced making it slide effortlessly, while he sucked on my balls. My free hand encouraged him by stroking his hair. I guess Nick was feeling daring because the fucker decided to spit on my cock shaft before continuing deepthroating me again.
“What was that?” Madison asked.
“What was what?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.
“Oh…nothing. Thought I heard something.”
Mad continued telling me about her day. She asked how I was doing, what my parents were up to. It was hard to keep up a conversation really. I gave as many one-word responses as I could without sounding disinterested. But, and maybe this is fucked up of me, it felt good to talk to Mad. This married man was between my legs worshipping my dick like no other slut has done before, and I was having my usual goodnight chat with my wife. It was foul, loathsome, dishonest, and downright sexy.
“I want to see your face,” Madison said.
“Uhhh, what?” I said, starting to panic.
“Your face, dummy. I want to say goodnight to you on facetime.”
“Oh, uhh,” I stammered, thinking quickly. “Yeah, let me get up and turn on the light. One sec.”
I put the phone on mute, double checked the phone was on mute, then said to Nick, “she wants facetime.”
Nick looked a little worried. “Oh, shit, maybe I should…”
“It’s okay,” I said, getting off the bed.
I turned the lights on then laid back in bed. I picked up my phone, but before I could unmute the phone call, Nick had grabbed both of my legs and lifted them up in the air.
I hissed as my asshole was exposed to the air and Nick’s mouth dove into it. I didn’t want to stop him. My legs were in the air and slightly towards my head, but I figured that if I just showed my face, Mad wouldn’t be able to tell the position of the rest of my body. My heart was racing as I unmuted.
“Ok I’ll facetime you,” I said.
The brief moment before Mad answered the call my face popped up on the screen. I could see I was blushing, but otherwise nothing else looked amiss.
“Hi,” I said, smiling as Mad answered the phone. She was smiling back. Meanwhile, Nick was kissing my asshole, biting gently on the insides of my ass cheeks.
“Hi,” Madison said. “Your face is so red! You a little tipsy?”
I laughed, thankfully this disguised the small gasp that escaped me as Nick’s tongue began plunging into my hole, in and out. “Ha, no. Probably just from the hot shower I took.”
Nick was thoroughly making out with my ass now. He was getting sloppy too. He wasn’t spitting into my asshole, thankfully because that would be too suspicious, but out of the corner of my eye I could see him letting long strands of saliva slide down my balls and past my taint, where he would catch it again with his mouth and feed it into my hole with his tongue. I shouldn’t have been surprised with the way he sucked dick, but I was mesmerized by the feeling he was giving me in between my thick, slightly fuzzy ass cheeks.
“Whatcha doin’ tomorrow,” Madison asked.
“Hmm? Oh, uh, I don’t know,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Nick was slowly pressing my spit-coated entrance with one of his fingers, his eyes trained intently on it. “Actually,” I said, somehow having the wherewithal to think of a plan. “I met the neighbor. Guy seems pretty cool. Might go…” I cleared my throat so I wouldn’t moan. Nick was steadily fucking me with one finger while he gripped my thighs. “Might hang out with him.”
“Oh yeah?” Madison said. She sounded a little skeptical. “What’s his name?”
“Umm…it’s, uhh,” I couldn’t even think of the name of the guy who was eating and fingering my ass because it felt so good. Nick had progressed to two fingers, and he would alternate between fucking me with them deep and fast, only to pull out and shove his tongue into my slightly gaping hole. “Hmmm ohhhh, Nick!”
“Okay…” Madison raised an eyebrow. I did everything I could to stop myself from moaning. This was going way too far. I had half a mind to “accidentally” hang up the call and tell him to go hide in the closet for a minute. But Nick’s lips, fingers, and tongue were working magic. I didn’t want to stop him. “Cool.”
I noticed that Nick had pulled his sweatpants down to his knees. He was jerking his cock with one hand while he munched on my mancunt and held my legs up with the other hand. He held my ankles together like I was a toddler being wiped. Nick’s fat, donkey dick was pouring out precum, which was staining the bed. Each pump of his hand sent clear, glistening ropes of it flying. His heavy, fuzzy balls bounced in accordance. There had to be gallons of cum in those things. Somewhere in my brain I must have connected that Nick pumping his cock while he ate me out was a precursor to being fucked, and that probably should not be happening while I facetime my wife. In fact, it couldn't happen. But the feeling of having my ass worshipped the way I would for a married man ass was too much to thoroughly consider those dangers. Maye if he started lining up his dong to my hole, I might start to protest. Nick’s face was covered with his own spit. He was like a hyena feasting on the carcass of a lion, hungrily devouring my married man ass. His eyes were glazed over with pure fucklust. I reached a hand to rub his head. He looked up at me, lips still connected to my hole.
“Mark?” Madison said, interrupting me and Nick. “Did you hear me?”
“I, uhh, no sorry, babe. I was zoning out.” Madison seemed genuinely annoyed.
“Dude, what is wrong with you?”
“Sorry, I don’t know. Guess I’m just tired? What were you saying?”
Madison sighed. “It’s fine. I was just complaining some more anyway. I should probably go to bed though.”
“Okay.”
“Can’t wait to see you!” she said. We both smiled.
“Same. Night.”
The sound of the call ending dinged. Nick was looking up at me, his mouth still buried in my ass, but his nose was pressed against my balls, pushing them up a little. I double checked that the phone call had really, truly ended before speaking.
“How’s that married shithole taste?” I asked with a smirk, echoing Nick’s teasing question from earlier that day.
Nick didn’t answer. He merely stuck his tongue out and gave my hole and crack a long, wide lick with his tongue. I let out a contented sigh. He let my legs return to the bed and crawled over me.
“You tell me,” he said and began making out with me again. The faint natural scent of my freshly cleaned ass wafting into my nose was driving me insane. I was full on moaning into Nick’s mouth now, and I could feel his hard cock slipping in between my ass cheeks, sliding around in the spitty lube he had created.
We stayed like that for a few moments. Tasting each other. Feeling his superior manhood pressing up against me. My cock was beyond hard. Nick’s torso pressed up against it, practically jerking me off with his body sweat.
I pushed his head away from mine. We were breathing hard.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Nick said. “That okay?”
“Yes, but,” I hesitated, not wanting to ruin the moment. “It’s been a while.”
Nick gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, bud. I’m going to treat that pretty cunt right.”
Nick had already started lining up his cockhead to my hole. I stroked my throbbing cock lazily, taking in his powerful dad bod towering above me. I had never felt like such a bottom as I did right then. I wanted to be used like a bitch. A slut. A true cock hungry faggot.
The head of this 11-inch behemoth penetrated my ring. I hissed painfully, seeing stars.
“Shit,” I cursed.
“S’okay,” Nick said. “Push out like you’re trying to take a dump.”
“Ahh,” I whined.
“How many bottoms have you fucked? You know what you tell the tight ones.” Nick was taunting me.
“Ah–fuck you. Ohhh, shit!” Nick has pushed another inch into me.
“Mmm-hmm, there you go, man. Nice and slow. You got it.” Nick grabbed my dick and started to stroke it. “Relax.”
I tried. But it was a massive fucking cock. I felt like my ass was being ripped in two. I was starting to regret this, scared of what would happen if he got impatient and just slammed into me. Even more scared of him getting turned off and leaving. But Nick had a plan.
With the flexibility of a contortionist, Nick reached behind him and off the bed while maintaining his fat meat stick lodged inside of my ass. He was ruffling through something until he exclaimed, “ah-ha!” and turned back around, holding a small clear bottle.
“Fuck, we could’ve started with that?” I asked, slightly annoyed.
“Yeahhh, totally forgot. Your pussy is mesmerizing, bro.” Nick squirted half the bottle onto his cock and my expanding asshole. He didn’t give a shit that some of the lube go onto the bed covers. I didn’t either. “Fuuuuck, there we go.”
Nick was pressing deeper into me. I didn’t want him to stop, but it was too much. Or so I thought. I maintained breathing as he sunk into me inch by inch, my ass on fire, my cock was softening. The lube was working, and soon, I felt his thighs press against my ass. We both moaned. I was lightheaded. Nick was only more turned on.
“Give me a second,” I said through gasping breaths. I’m not sure how long it would take for me to adjust. It felt like I was taking the world’s biggest continuous shit.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you took all of me,” Nick said proudly. My chest swelled. Fuck yeah. “Wouldn’t have guessed you could bottom the way you served dick earlier. Fuck me, you’re incredible man. And that body. Hot fucking stuff. No wonder you’re married. Mmmm, yeah I was like you a few years ago. Fit, searching for cunt whenever I could sneak away. Love getting nasty with another guy. ‘Specially married guys. We fuck the best. Treat each other right. Got two magic holes to serve any cock needing a release. No strings. Fucking right. Good shit. Shit, oooh, opening up for me now?”
I was. My cock was getting hard again, my body relaxing. Hearing Nick talk about all the thoughts I’ve had for years, hearing him revel in the depravity, it was exactly what I needed. I wanted to be his whore. I bit my lip and nodded. “Fuck me,” I said like a desperate teenage girl.
“Mmm, you’re gonna’ like this,” Nick said. With one long motion, Nick nearly pulled his entire length out of my ass. I knew what was coming and didn’t have time to stop it. Nick slammed his cock back into me. I grabbed a pillow next to my head and held it against my face. I yelped as he did it again. And again. Explaining that feeling does not do it justice. The pressure, the pain, the momentary emptiness before being filled again. I was worried he was going to permanently ruin my asshole. I put one hand out towards his stomach, trying to stop him. He smacked it away.
“Don’t worry, man, I’m almost there. Your cunt is too good.”
Nick pounded me some more. “Almost there” felt like a thousand years to me. I could hear the squelching sounds the lube in my ass made. Nick was so intent on feeding my ass his cock that he was only grunting. The pain was subsiding, but the intensity remained. I was marveling at how powerful Nick’s thrusts were, sincerely wishing we had recorded it. I wanted to see how this married man was rearranging my guts, pushing out my walls to make room for his massive dong.
Nick’s thrusting became erratic. I was dimly aware of the all-too-familiar motion. I was trying not to pass out mostly, so it was hard to care too much about the fact I was going to be bred. “Ngh-nghh-nghh, take it. Fucking. Take. It. Fuuuuck.”
Nick didn’t ask, didn’t even warn me. He just began unloaded rope after rope of warm cum. Deep in my ass. The feeling was incredible. I felt so complete. This must be what it’s like when a woman tries to make a baby with her partner. It felt so…right.
Nick leaned down and gave me a deep, but short kiss. And then he pulled out of me. The sensation was so sudden, I gasped.
“Ah, fuck!”
Nick leaned over my cock and swallowed it hole. He began deepthroating me in earnest. I was so overwhelmed by the sudden emptiness. I could feel cum seeping out of my wrecked hole. Nick shoved three fingers into it immediately and started finger fucking me. I moaned louder. Somehow it didn’t hurt. Somehow, three fingers was no problem. I just got dicked down, my hole was now fully broken in. The thought brought me over the edge. I grasped Nick’s hair and started shooting my own ropes down his throat. I bucked my hips, face fucking him as I spewed my seed into his stomach.
“Ah! Ah! Fuck, fuuuck.” Nick moaned as he swallowed every drop.
He pulled off of me and smiled. “Tasty fucking load, man.”
Before I could even say thanks, Nick moved his head lower between my legs and started lapping at my abused asshole, sucking up the cum pouring out of me.
“Ohhhh fuck man,” I moaned. He was practically drinking from my ass. The soft lips and warm tongue felt like a salve. “Yeah, fucking eat that cum, man. You love that shithole, you nasty fucking pig.”
Nick pushed himself up on his hands and knees. I knew what was coming next and I nearly squealed with excitement. For the third time that night, Nick crawled over me and placed his face directly over mine. He opened his mouth and globs of cum fell from Nick’s lips and into my waiting open mouth. I swallowed and moaned. Nick leaned into me. We kissed again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Nick said between kisses.
I kissed him harder. This was all I wanted to do. Forever.
Eventually, Nick was spent. He crashed beside me on the bed. I laid there looking up at the ceiling. Then I turned on my side, my ass facing toward Nick. I felt another glob of his cum spill out of me onto the covers. I would need to wake up early and get these in the wash.
Nick scooted closer to me; his half-hard cock pressed against my ass. He wrapped an arm over me and drew closer. I could feel his breath on my neck, his wet cock getting stiffer. We laid like that for a few minutes. No talking. But we both kept pushing up against each other.
“Gotta go soon,” Nick whispered into my ear.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Wish I had time for another round.”
I laughed. “Yeah fucking right! You split me in half, you fucker.”
Nick laughed too. “You took it well, man. You’re a true slut. You’re gonna’ be good for tomorrow right?”
“What’s tomorrow?” I asked, confused.
“I want to see that fat ass of yours wobble while I fuck you from behind.”
I turned my head to look at him. “You can do whatever you want to me, man. Just give me some time to recover!”
He smiled and leaned in kissing me again, this time softer. My heart skipped a beat. Evidently, there was no post-nut clarity. It felt nice to have a big, strong, sweaty body, keep me warm. Strange.
“Plus,” I said. “I need to return the favor.”
“What favor?”
“I want that cock down my throat.”
“Ha! You got it, man.”
I was already envisioning what tomorrow could look like and somewhat regretting saying I needed to recover. I could already feel my hole flexing, getting hungry for more of Nick’s cock as I watched him get dressed, casually fingering my hole. But we didn’t have time. We had pushed our luck far enough that night. And I knew I could be patient, could wait a few more hours. And I could finally say for certain that this Christmas trip was going to be fun.
To be continued...
