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A Basic, Everyday Night by Tom E.
You're not exactly a calendar model, but you smell good.
I, on the other hand, am a calendar model, not that you ever noticed. I've watched you for a while now, glancing sideways when I knew you weren't looking, eyeing your crotch, caressing your chest with my stare. You are completely masculine, hairy, strong; you smell like sweat and sex.
And then you caught me. At least, I think it was the first time you noticed me drooling at the urinal. 'You wanna help me with this' is all you said and then you smiled.
A few nights later I arrived at your apartment already sporting a fine boner. I had showered that morning, skipping the usual wake up masturbation, and survived with 10 minutes of running soap and water over my body. I mentioned my calendar model body right? Tan skin, rippling muscles, tight ass. Right.
Well, you opened the door with that sexy smile of yours and shook my hand like we were still in the office and offered me something to drink like I was there to help you with your taxes. I took this in stride, it was much later that I found out that you were just as nervous as I was. We sat around for awhile talking about sports or watching TV or just being quiet sometimes when the mood struck. I was painfully aware of your body; you were lounging across the couch with such a disregard for the male body you inhabited that I was about to ask if I could show you the right way of being you (which would include constantly feeling every part of your body). You got up first.
"I really gotta piss," you said. "You still want to help?"
I paused to look him in the eyes and then satisfied and very, very hungry, I whispered "Definitely," and walked to the bathroom where you were waiting. You were standing away from me towards the toilet, your cock presumably in your hands, glancing down. I waited for you to turn to me, or at least start pissing, but you did neither. Your still figure was within my grasp, waiting, and you were so, so sexy and rough and painful to look at.
So I blinked and came up behind you-I paused and pressed up against your back- I breathed and closed the gap. I reached around you with both arms and fumbled and grabbed over your large, rough hands until I was holding them and your cock. Your hands and cock were warm and your pubic hair brushed against my wrists and I heard you moan a little or maybe it was me moaning. I pressed up closer, pressing my boner into your ass, breathing on your neck.
"Is this good?" I asked, laughing, anything to get you to talk, still desperately taking in the touch of your body, still massaging your hands and cock ever so slightly. You laughed to, thank god, and said something like 'I really, really, really had to pee, damnit' and turned your head towards me just the smallest fraction, and I was gone. I buried my face in your neck, kissing the stubble and skin and muscle, matching your scent and your taste for the first time, rubbing your bare, muscular arms and your full chest, smashing my cock against your back. You reached behind and grabbed my butt hard with each hand, and rocking accordingly.
You turned around at that point and we kissed. You have a thick, dark mustache that tickled my nose and face as you kissed every part-lips, eyes, ears, cheeks, forehead. Our tongues came to know each other well, often battling it out in either mouth. I remember distinctly enjoying the feeling of your breath escaping through your nose, through your mustache, warming my face.
Your hard cock had been bouncing between us, I know my jeans weren't as soft as clouds either, and I was more than ready to give it some real attention. So I let you lean against the bathroom wall and I kneeled down. "No wonder you couldn't pee," I said, "There's too much cum blocking the way!" And that was the extent of my dirty talking, though I know it turned you on- you squirmed and looked towards the ceiling. It actually turned me on to, actually saying the word cum, staring at your beautiful 8 inch cock, and thinking of you as a working, sweating man who sleeps when he's tired, shits when he needs to, and masturbates when he's horny-all this and you were about to share it with me, lose yourself in me, pump this "cum" into me-believe me, you were "it".
So each of us lost in throes of lust continued together, I for my part tenderly grasping your penis around the shaft, moving up and down with my hand slowly. You gasped and sank down a little. I then cupped your large hairy balls with my left hand, squeezing them and feeling their warmth. As you watched I leaned in and licked the tip of your shining head, tasting the precum, feeling the veins in your cock expand as more and more blood was pumped in. Next I stuck your head in my mouth and rolled it around, sucking it and licking under the edges and paying special attention to the bottom where you seemed to pant the most as I licked it. The apartment seemed to be unusually quiet as I sucked you off; I only heard my lips on your cock and your breathing and murmuring. Your cock suddenly threw at me a powerful waft of your scent, triggering some reflex somewhere inside, taking over my body-I took your entire cock into my mouth and throat and passionately, thickly and loudly, deep throated you like my throat had a g-spot or something. You gasped and grabbed me by the head, I assumed to thrust me harder onto your cock, but instead, to pull me away. 'Chill' you said and stood me up with your strong arms. You kissed me again and said that you 'needed help in the bedroom with something'.
"What's that?" I asked. You grunted very brusquely -pushing me by my shoulders towards the bedroom-and said you'd 'find something'.
In your bedroom was a pretty nice bed, a closet half open and overflowing with dirty clothes, a computer/desk/chair. In the bathroom you had stepped out of your pants so you sat on the bed with your only your socks and plaid shirt on, and you began to unbutton your shirt with your hard cock standing straight up between your legs, as you watched me undress.
I think I had basically acted this scene out in the shower the night before. I stare at you intently as I pull my t-shirt off over my head, stretching my tight pecs and arm muscles, rubbing my nipples and skin. I'm 6'2 and I know I'm very handsome (though I'm still nervous as you stop unbuttoning your shirt because your jaw has dropped). Next, I came up close to you, my crotch at eye level, and began to take off my pants, slowly. You're smiling now and I feel slightly silly, but then the silence of the house is back again, urging me on, urging me towards the man in front of me, you, who I desperately want to be close to. I let you help me take my pants off until it is only the thin, slightly rank layer of cloth that is my briefs between you and my cock. Watching your intent stare, your heavy breathing, the drop of sweat running down your masculine face, turned me on. You took my underwear off as I watched and only briefly glanced at my huge, circumcised cock before you thrust it into your mouth, sucking loudly. It felt wonderful, the backside of your throat, your tongue constantly working. You even sucked on my shaved balls, leaving them warm and wet. You are a powerful man and I loved having you suck my cock. I groaned and thrusted a little and rubbed your shoulders and thick hair, rejoicing in the slow feeling somewhere between my cock and my balls, slowly building and building.
'Can I fuck you' was next and I was so eager for you to fuck me I could only nod. You got up from the bed, squeezed me arm, and walked over to your closet, bending over to give me a wonderful view of your ass. Watching you naked, separate from myself, existing as another person, gave me the chills, made the experience seem all the more real. Like the silence, total absence of cheesy porn crap or even romantic, heartfelt music, the distance and the cold breeze on my body affirmed the experience, making me shiver with lust. Or maybe I was just cold.
Either way, you returned to me from the closet, letting me kiss you again and feel your chest hair tickle my nipples, our cocks dancing between us, your sweat and saliva and precum dripping on me, you returned with lubrication. I sat on my stomach with my legs hanging off the back of the bed and let you rub it all over my anus. At first you just covered my asshole with the stuff, but soon you were tentatively poking the tip of your finger in, laughing as my anus quivered and closed around your finger. I closed my eyes as you slid your fingers in and out of my waiting ass, kissing and sucking it every once in a while. I waited for you to start fucking me but you rolled me over instead and kissed me and whispered 'thank you' for letting me fuck you, for letting me suck you, for helping me with 'this'. Then, as I lay on my back, you pushed you greased up cock into my ass and I gasped because it hurt and it hurt every time you thrusted, smashing your cock into my ass, covering my balls with your pubic hair, holding on to my thighs for support. But I wouldn't let you stop until you hit the very deepest of my insides, till your manly, hairy, handsome face was contorted in ecstasy and you spent yourself inside of me.
And, thankfully, that is exactly what happened. I watch as every muscle in your body tenses, from your hairy chest to your powerful biceps, and you quicken your pace because you are so, so close. I, with my full grown and beautiful body, am also sweating and tensing, stroking my cock with both hands. My body is strong and warm and you basically have completely control over it as you lose yourself in the ecstasy of it, shouting and cumming in my ass. You unload tons and tons of cum into my ass, so much that it is pouring out onto the bed.
I watched you grunt and when you seemed to have tired I pulled you down onto me and then bent down and sucked the rest of the cum out of you. Your cock was red and hard and very slimy with cum; I was able to suck out quite a lot more. And you are breathing hard and laughing under your breath. 'Your turn' you said, rolling over onto your stomach, searching for the lube that got tossed somewhere.
"Man, I'm too tired to fuck you," I said, "Why don't you suck my dick." You were more than happy to oblige. I lay back on your large bed and you grabbed my cock with your hand and sucked on it. "Go all out," I said and you did. You sucked and licked and pretty soon I was fucking your throat, whether I was too tired or not (not). I grabbed your head and pushed you down on my cock over and over, filling the silence briefly with my moaning. When I was ready to cum I didn't need to tell you. You kneaded my balls roughly and took my cock deeper still and if my cock in your throat or my pubic hair mashed in your moustache and nostrils bothered you, you didn't stop. I came explosively in your mouth and I yelled and you swallowed my cum spurt after spurt until I was drained dry and even then you kept sucking on my cock, not letting it become soft, sucking until you got one last half orgasm out of me, a half orgasm that was so sweet that afterwards I pulled you up to my lips and kissed you, then massaged you, and then nuzzled you until you fell asleep smiling like a kid, you--a grown man, sleeping on my chest, smiling like a boy. Soon after, I feel asleep.
In the middle of the night the bathroom light woke me up; you had gotten up to take that forgotten piss. You were naked save your socks, standing sleepily in front of the toilet holding your cock. I came up and slapped your hairy ass, scaring you. "You need help?" I asked, kissing your neck. I grabbed your cock and your hands from behind and this time you took your hands away, letting me aim as I pleased as you tousled my hair, reaching over your head. Soon enough I felt the insides of your cock begin to flow, and stream of piss headed straight for the bowl. Your piss was loud as it hit the water, and it reminded me of the silence, of the distance. Somehow, the silence wasn't so bad anymore, as you laughed when I shook your cock dry, sprinkling the floor.
"You smell really good," I said and kissed your cheek and lips. You kissed back. "But you better move," I said, "or I'm gonna piss all down your legs." You laughed and punched me in the bladder. You are really going to pay.
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