Houseguests

With the squeaky bed, the homophobic dog, and the guest bedroom directly underneath our room, sex is usually out of the question when we have guest staying for the week.  Of course, when you're horny after a long week at work and trying to be good, all bets are off.

Kevin flopped down on the bed.  It was Friday and he just got in from work, shucked off his shoes and crashed into the bed next to me.  He was still in his work clothes.  No tie today, but a dress shirt that somehow stretched across his chest in a way to show off his alert nipples, straining against two layers of cloth.  A sight enough to make me break away from the iPad and look over.

"Doing your one-handed reading?" he asked with a smirk?  I'm not sure what gave it away.  Maybe it was my one hand that was idly squeezing my cock through my gym shorts...

"Hey, you like to watch your porn and I like to read it."  I've tried to sell him on the talent that some of the bloggers have on turning a phrase, even if the subject matter leans to the prurient.  Well, okay.  Maybe that's a little disingenuous.  It's smut, but man.  It's damn good smut.

"We can make our own porn..."

My ears perked up at that!

Long pause before I abandoned the iPad to the nightstand and leaned in for a deep kiss...  and then abruptly pulled away.

"Is she down there?" I asked.

"I don't know, but her rental is parked outside."

"I didn't see her when I came in, but that was awhile ago."

"Yeah, I think she's home."

Fuck it.  I pulled him back towards me by his shirt and started unbuttoning them.  It was a frantic grab of clothes as we disrobed each other.  And when we finally touched chest to chest, skin on skin, the feeling was electric.  He held me tight in his powerful arms with our lips locked, hungrily trying to consume each other, ravenous having artificially starving ourselves from each other's touch.

He tried to roll me over onto my back, but I stopped him.  I instead grabbed his and started to flip him onto his stomach.  I felt his smile start on his lips as we broke away from our embrace.

I reached under him with one arm and hugged him tight as I nuzzed against his neck.  My knees on either side of him forced his legs together as my insistent cock nestled naturally along his crack.  My other arm reached into the nightstand and pulled out the lube.  Quick flip of the cap and I released him from the embrace.  Used my hands as leverage on his shoulder, pushing him further into the mattress as I raised myself up to lube us up.  No romantic gestures as I sank my cock deep inside him.  Pausing slightly when I felt resistence, but not letting up the pressure until I was balls deep.

He moaned when I hit bottom.

Then the slow withdrawl, before I shoved it back in.  No more resistance.  His body wanted it as much as me.

So I did it again.  Slow withdrawl and the quick slam inside.

It was deliberate.  Not just so that he could feel every inch of me, but to minimize the movement and the noise.  But it wasn't enough.  He reached up and held onto the headboard to keep it steady and minimize the impact of each thrust on the frame of the bed.  He also started to meet my every downstroke.  But my lust overwhelmed me.  I lost track of how much noise I made, but far too quickly, I felt my cum start to boil in my balls and spill out deep inside him.  I fucked it in deeper, just in case he didn't feel it.

And then I collapsed back onto his back.  My heart pounding so hard that I felt it bounce off him and back onto my body.

Then the fog lifted.

"Wanna wash up for dinner?"

Ha!  He showered first and then came back to let me know that I ruined his ass.  It didn't hurt, but there was a bit of blood intermingled with the cum.  I felt bad...  that is until he mentioned how he loves getting long-dicked like that.  Eh, he'll get his revenge soon.  Ha!

Oh, and she was home when we fucked.  But, of course, there's no polite way of asking if our fucking bothered her...

His Fourth!

Being the cum freak that I am, I wish I was a heavy cummer.  I can recharge pretty quickly after jerking off, but it's not much of a load.  And it gets less and less after every round.  Kevin, the fucking stud that he is, has been blessed with both talents.

I got home after a long day of running errands and walked into the bedroom with Kevin sprawled out watching TV.  I saw the cumrag at foot of the bed.  I snatched it up and it was still a little wet, but I took in a big sniff.  Fuck, I love the smell of cum!

"Damn you.  How many times did you jerk off?" I asked.

"Three...  So far!"

"I want you to fuck a heavy load in me!"

"You don't have to worry about that.  You know I have a fourth in me."

It's true.  And his fourth is going to be just as big as his first.

I kinda expected it.  We recently fell into a box of porn.  Yes.  A box.  More than half of it was some solo stuff and the other was a miscellany of things like the Bait Bus, some leather titles and a twink comp.  And we're no stranger to porn.  Over the course of a decade, we've accumulated hundreds of titles.  We had some VHS tapes which we redubbed into DVD format.  Then we converted those to stream over our network.  We have terabytes of the stuff.  But with xTube, we sorta lost interest since you can get lost for days there if you had the time.  And for me, the average joe amateur stuff is more interesting anyway. But when we were given a box of new DVD titles, who were we to refuse?  I got to say, after watching so much amateur stuff, it was nice to see steady shots with good lighting.  And porn stars with bodies to die for.

Anyway, I'm getting side-tracked.  Kevin found a jail scene in the box that he apparently can't get enough of.  I've turned on the DVD player a couple of times this past week and found the resume point to be that scene.  I agree.  The scene is hot.  Of course, I'm more into the heavily inked top and he likes the squeaky clean bottom.  But I wasn't too surprised that he jerked off to it three times over the course of the five hours that I was gone for.

But I also didn't mind testing his limits to see if his fourth load would be as big as he said it'd be.

I crawled into bed with him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him so his head was snuggling against my chest.  I just love hold onto him that way.  Like a little kid just snuggling up to me.  His hands travelled across my chest and landed on my nipple.  He then decided to reach under and play with them a bit.  They were still a little sore from the last time we played so I gasped when I felt him squeeze.  He raised himself up and kissed me hard.  We just spent a long time making out, enjoying the lazy Saturday afternoon with each other, building up intensity as the minutes wore on.

Now that he's found that my nips are wired, he's a bit evil.  He loves feeling me squirm under him and how hard I get even when he's at his worse.  They're already sensitive from the previous time, so he just wanted to feel me writhe underneath him as he used his beard to scrape across them lightly or feel me shiver from his hot breathe dancing on the surface.  And then he chewed.  Hard.  To the point where I heard myself cry out in a childish whine.  Something that sounded so foreign even though it was coming from my mouth.

And then he lubed himself up, rested my ankles on his shoulders, and drove his cock home inside my ass.  We had been going at it for awhile now, so he knew he didn't have to go easy.  My will was loose even though my hole was tight.  And he wanted me to get even tighter as he twisted my nipples while inside me.  He even groaned when that happened.  He loved the control he had over my body, turning a knob to make my body respond until he reached grip around his cock that he liked.

It was so intense that I could feel his cock get more and more slippery in my hole.  He doesn't precum much, but I felt it flow this time as his cock glided in and out of my hole with less and less resistance.  And right when I thought he would blow, he ripped his cock from my ass leaving me feeling empty for a second...  right before his mouth dove for my nipples and bit it hard, hard enough for me to start pounding against his back trying to claw at him.  Then, without warning, he got up and shoved his cock in my ass, causing me to buckle in another way with my legs kicking out at the sudden sensation.  He quickly grabbed them, grabbed my ankles and spread them wide while he fucked into my hole.  He used my legs to guide my hole to where he wanted me.  Lifting up sometimes, pushing them back.  And I felt his grip tighten as his body began to shake.  He was on the verge of exploding.  And with one thrust as deep as he could, he unloaded into my ass.  My ass was a wreck, but I felt every twitch as his load pulsed into me.  Two quick strokes of my cock and I came over my belly.

He was right.  It was a heavy load.   He couldn't stay in long before it felt like I just had an enema shot into me.  I ran into the bathroom and expelled his load.  Wiping up, I was clean as a whistle, but man, I felt like I was wiping up a huge mess.  And the toilet had a huge load floating around.  The bed sheets still showed a puddle from when he pulled out and some escaped.  And then, two hours later, I had another sudden urge and expelled the last of his load. 

"Did you just get rid of my little ones?" he asked when I walked back into the room after the second trip. 

"Yeah, stubborn little suckers."

"Told you.  You didn't have to worry."

Which reminds me.  Anyone want to sniff the cumrag and see what I'm talking about?   It's just one day's worth but damn is it crusty!