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...