And for my third trick...

I had already jerked off once in bed and already had the cum fucked out of me earlier in the morning but he was still feeling frisky.  And apparently, so was I.

I was in the living room half-heartedly folding laundry on the couch and watching TV, probably a 1:10 ratio in favor of attending to the TV than the tube socks and chonies.  Kevin stumbled in.  I didn't even know he had woken up from his little afternoon siesta.

"So whatcha doin?"  He flopped down on the couch and proceeded to curl up next to me, head in my lap.  Fuck, I love that.  Nothing like seeing a big bulky dude just get all sweet and cuddly that makes you melt.  Love the feeling of his scratchy beard on my chest or, in this case, the weight of him on top of me, his head and upper body all in my lap and the heat emanating from him.

My dick swelled.  I was surprised.  Honestly, two loads and that's usually it for me for the day.  I can be horny as fuck, but it's not gonna get hard easily.  But today was different, I was rock hard in an just a few seconds.

"You know, just sitting here planning in my head how I'm going to rape you later tonight."

"Really?  Need help?"

"Nah, I got it all worked out."

My cock twitched.  I know he felt it.

"Horny?"

"Actually, no, I didn't think so."

"Did you jerk off?"

"Yeah, earlier in the morning.  Before you fucked the snot out of me.  That was the second load of the day."

"Really?!"

I'm not sure why he's surprised.  We've talked about it before.  I jerk off next to him while he's snoring all the time.  One hand on the iPad browing porn, the other on my dick.  I'm a bit more quiet when I cum than him.  Of course, he says I can just wake him up and blast my spunk on his face or just start fucking it into his hole, but I know better.  There's some fantasies that just work out better in your head.

"Want me to fuck another load out of you?" he asked with a bit of a grin.  I think it was a challenge.  Him to see if he can fuck another load out of me and me to see if I can even work it out.  With that, we got up and scurried upstairs.

No big gestures of foreplay this time.  He was already rock hard and so was I.  He tossed me on the bed on top of the two stains from earlier this morning, one big splotch from where dragged part of his load out my used hole when he pulled out and a smaller splotch from me spraying my load with his cock inside me (what can I say?  I'm not a shooter like he is).  We couldn't get our clothes off fast enough.  He was already pawing at me before I could get my head out of my shirt, his big hands running up and down my chest, then pushing me down onto the bed as he spread my legs apart.

He swooped down and aimed for my nipples, sucking them in hard.  They were still a bit tender from the morning and he knew it, the little fucker.  He went in hard and nibbled and twisted making me beat on his back to stop but he persisted.  Little fucker gets off on making me squirm, I just know it.

But despite the pain, I was rock hard.  Maybe cause he knows they just get extra sensitive and then just lightly breating on them after they're abused makes me tingle.  So he alternates between abuse and tenderness.

Just mere minute or so before he flew back up and reached for the lube.  Limbs everywhere.  Finally, my legs in the air, feet flat against his shoulders, and he pushed in.  It met some initial resistence before I felt it pop in.  No, I think I even heard it. That moment where your ass knows it's pointless to resist and suddenly lets go, accepting the loss.  Then that resistance again where the head is past the entry but you uselessly try to clench shut, only to feel the whole length of the invading shaft pressing by.

And that's how it continued.  A frenzy of activity.  His hands pressing down on my chest, making me sink futher into the bed and lifting my ass up to receive his fuck.  His hands on my ankles, spreading them wide.  Legs on ankles and lifted so he's fucking up into my ass suspended in air.  Legs on his shoulders while he tweaked my nipples.  Limbs everywhere as he fucked and fucked.

He abruptly pulled out.  Tossing both my legs to one side, he grabbed me by the waist to get my on my knees.  I was trying to put my feet inbetween his knees when he grabbed them and instead placed them on either side of him.  I knew what this was going to mean.  This spread my knees far apart and my legs even further apart, making my ass clench together and my ass low, almost lying belly to the bed.  He was going to really give it to me.  Then, hands on my shoulders, he leaned in and impaled me with one rough motion.  And he fucked me mercilessly until he let out a roar and shot his load deep inside me.  I could feel his big breaths as he was coming and he was pressing deep inside me, as deep as he could, while his cock pulsed and shot its load.  While he was coming back down, my ass wanted it bad so it started to buck against his still hard cock.  Without even knowing it, my ass had a mind of it's own, gyrating until it got the right angle where his cockhead was pushing up against the prostate. A couple of rocks and it was fucking itself against Kevin's dick and made me shoot my load quickly before Kevin could even catch his breath, just a few drops of cum adding to the small stain from earlier in the morning.

He collapsed on top of me and I could feel his smile as he got off on the sexual power of fucking a third load out of me in such a short span.  It was intense.  Animalistic. Not sweet and nice like earlier.  But equally hot.

He's a stud...

He had me on my back with my legs in the air.  And he grabbed my ankles tightly, spreading them out past shoulder width, held them firmly, pulling them to him on the downstroke and then pushing them slightly away on the retreat as his cock jabbed into my tight hole.  The effort was a sight that took me over the edge quickly.  A strong man with his chest and arms prominently displaying his muscles furling and unfurling underneath, my eyes feasted on the display of strength and masculinity as I felt it probing deep inside me from my twitching hole to his meaty paws gripping my ankles... both driving heat and lust to my core.  And it was there as I was getting nailed hard that I thought, "Fuck, he's such a stud."

Every now and then, I catch a scene from our xtube videos that surprises me.  It's different knowing he's a fuck stud and seeing it in action.  And I think that's why I voiced something aloud to him I've been thinking about for awhile. I want to watch him fuck a guy.  Really own another guy's ass and hammer it home.  Do what he does best.  And I don't even have to be involved.  Just to watch him in action is hot enough. 

Yeah, I've jokingly told him that anything he does is fine with me as long as he takes pics.  But now I really mean it.

So...  Anyone in LA want to volunteer?  And can host?  ('Cause doing it on our bed will just be weird...  for the first time at least.)

Ha!

The Conversations We Have...

Here's a recount of a rather random/interesting conversations we had:

"... and he's latin," I said.

"You know what THAT means.  Uncut," he said, dropping the word with a long, trailing yearning that made my cock perk in interest.

Then silence.  Kept on driving (we were driving to Baskin Robbins to get some ice cream after dinner).  Thought about it a bit and suddenly said, "Well, I was going to say 'and long as fuck', but I don't know if that's true.  Juan was big...  and thick."  Juan was the guy that robbed me of my cherry.  Well, that's not exactly true, but that's a different story.  He was 21 at the time. 

"Yeah, but with you at 14, anything would have looked long and thick."

"That's true. And I'm trying to think of the other latin guys I've been with but I don't really remember."  Which wasn't exactly true either.  A guy I had a major unrequited crush on since high school fooled around in the sack with me in Vegas on one drunken night about five year ago.  Eh.  I'm sure he wouldn't mind.  We hardly did anything before we both passed out.

"Oh, I do remember one guy, but I don't really remember how long he was.

"So way back when Dave and I were together, he had this friend from high school that all of his other (straight) friends would make fun of for being gay even though he claimed to be straight.  But he was a total womanizer, total man-whore with tricks all over the place.  Sorta like Rob." Rob is Kevin's former colleague that had a penchant for "chocolate thunder," big black women with asses that vehemently reverberate with a clash when your groin slaps against their ass during a rough, hard fuck.  That is, before he realized that chasing young boys was a helluva lot less work.

"Anyway, little did we know, all the kidding around really affected this guy and he started to question his sexuality.  It wasn't like hard core bullying.  I mean, all his friends new Dave was gay, so it wasn't a big thing.  But I guess it hit a nerve.

"So one day, he comes over drunk as hell and starts confessing all of this, right?  And then he tells us he wants to find out once and for all and felt like we were the best, safest way to figure it out."

"And you did it?"

"Well, yeah.  I mean, I didn't think anything of it.  I thought it was kinda funny, actually.  Nothing more than a fun experiment.  And I looked over at Dave and he smiled and was all for it.  Until it started to happen and he freaked out in the corner while I had to finish the job."

"Well, duh.  You can't expect to do things like that with a friend and not have it feel awkward and alter the relationship."

"Yeah, they didn't talk for awhile after that.  I'm not sure about now.

"But back to my point.  So this guy's latin and I don't know how big he was because he never got fully hard."

"Not even a little?"

"Well, is sorta chubbed up a little.  Maybe 25% hard?  And you know how it is.  Some guys at 25% is the same as 100% in terms of length.  Others, the difference between 25 and 100% is like a mile!"

"Like me!"

"Exactly, so I can't tell.  I went in for a kiss, but that was off the menu.  So I went down on him and, yes, uncut, but not sure what else.  He was soft for awhile.  His arm was over his eyes like he was trying to block out thing.  Dave was freaking out in the corner.  And then out of the blue, Dave's friend was like 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I'm sorry."  And right when he pried my head off, he shot all over the place."

"Yeah, he's not straight."

"But he wasn't hard."

"The first time is one of two things: rock hard or totally soft but hot and exciting.  He was probably really drunk and nervous."

And with that, we finished the last bite of the banana split we each had and hopped back in the car.  And yes, that's how the conversation went.  Except I took out the the places where we broke from the story to get out of the car, stand in line, place our order, and chow down.  You guys don't need to know exactly what I eat.  I DO like to keep some things private.  Ha!