Breeding at the Fitness Club—Chapter 10
As promised, Marcus called me when he left his second bid conference. He was delighted. He'd scored two-for-two and gotten contracts signed for both remodels. With a giddy laugh, he told me to head for home right away. We were celebrating!
I left the gym in the capable hands of my best trainer and headed for home. As I pulled into the driveway, I spotted Marcus' car coming from the opposite direction. I hit the garage door remote and waited for it to open completely. When it did, I drove straight in and got out. Marcus pulled into the driveway as I got out. I motioned him forward and he parked in the other space in the double garage. He turned off his car and got out, too. I greeted him with a big kiss and hug. "Congratulations on your two bids," I smiled. "You'll have to tell me all about it when we get inside. It's fucking hot out here."
He followed me inside to the air conditioned house. I pulled a bottle of champagne from the fridge. "Perfect!" Marcus smiled when I showed him the label. Technically, it wasn't champagne, but Prosecco from Italy. "It's one of my favorites for any event like this." He laughed. "Okay, any event."
"You deserve it! I'm sure you worked very hard to get those two jobs. How long will they take? Can you do them at the same time?"
"I don't have the crew to do both at the same time, but one of the remodels will only take two weeks and the other one will take nearly two months. The longer job client is okay with a delay of three weeks, so I can finish up the job I'm on and finish that new one, too."
"I hope you allowed enough time in each job to fuck every day," I smiled before I kissed him again.
"Every evening will be ours," he assured me when we broke the kiss. "But right now, I need some of that champagne." He pulled the bottle out of the champagne bucket, opened it with a satisfying pop and poured a fluted glass for each of us. "To us," he grinned.
"And I wish for you a successful completion and financially lucrative ending of both jobs. But, most especially, to us," I added with a heartfelt kiss.
"It's only been a week, and I don't mean to press," Marcus began, "but, what about us?"
"I think we have something truly wonderful going here, Marcus, but I'm not sure how to define it, assuming it needs a definition."
"Well, clearly, we're sexually compatible in every possible way you could define that term." I nodded and urged him with a look that said he should continue. I didn't want to scare him off by telling him how I really felt. And he was correct to state that we'd only known each other for a week. "Uh, I'm not sure we should define it or put any kind of label on it," he suggested.
"I do know that we're in lust," I offered.
"That we are," he agreed. "But, I think it's more than that." He paused and looked into my eyes. "I've never been in love, Mike. I'm not sure what it feels like. I know that what we have is more than lust. I've been there and lust was always good, but in the previous cases, it didn't seem to last much beyond the actual act of getting off with another guy. This is different. It feels more complete when we're done fucking, or rimming, or felching. There's more to `us' than that. I know that being bred by you is part of what I'm feeling as I've never done that before. But, still, it goes beyond that."
"I'm where you are, Marcus," I agreed. "And I've thought I was in love before, but I think I was in love with the idea of being in love. Back then, I was overlooking some major character flaws, just because the sex was so hot. But, you don't demonstrate any of those show-stopper flaws like the guys before did. Maybe, we need more time to know how we really feel, but for right now, it sure feels right and feels very good. I could very easily go nuts crazy in love with you, Marcus. That wouldn't take much at all. But, I know I should hold back. One week isn't enough to know."
"If it is love, it'll still be there in another week or two," Marcus smiled and kissed me again.
We finished the bottle of champagne and headed to the bedroom. I suggested that we take a shower and I'd give him the massage that I'd promised. He readily agreed. The inactivity of sitting on the sofa had allowed his overworked muscles to stiffen up. The only muscle of his I wanted stiff was his dick. Well, maybe I wanted his hard ass to be hard, but I wanted him to relax, so we could fuck without hurting him.
I began his massage in the shower, working his shoulders, back, and ass. I eventually reached around him and massaged his pecs and had to stroke his dick. Of course, my dick was pushing against his ass as I did that. He opened up for me and I slipped in. He had me on the verge of a monstrous climax in under a minute. I had to pull out.
"Let's give you a real massage in the bedroom," I suggested.
"I'd rather get a load in the shower," he smiled lustily.
"You'll get that and more," I promised him.
We dried off quickly and ran into the bedroom. I positioned him on to his back and straddled his head as my hands worked his chest, neck, and shoulders. My hands worked lower, massaging his obliques and abs. I studiously avoided his hard, leaking, waving dick. I worked my body lower and hovered over his abs as I worked his quads and feet. His tongue found my asshole and ate me out like he was starving. It was very hard to concentrate on what I was doing. He forced me to move farther down his body, and then positioned his dick against my asshole. I couldn't resist, so I sat back on his leaking dick and my ass swallowed every thick inch.
"I think I'm the one getting the massage now," I grinned over my shoulder. "A very deep internal one, I believe."
"That's not all you'll get that's internal," he promised. "I'm about to bust a nutt already!"
"Then, breed me, now!" I begged. "Pump it deep and don't hold back."
He didn't need me to tell him what to do. He was already there. With a growl, I felt his massive dick jerk and spray another creamy load up my hungry hole. He bucked and screwed, holding my hips down as he thrust harder and deeper into me. The more he fucked me, the more I squeezed his dick with my ass muscles. Creamy sprays of sperm pumped into me. I loved how his dick kept squirting cum after most men would have been reduced to leaking dribbles. This was heavenly.
When he released my hips and allowed me to move, I slowly pulled off his ass wrecker and heard it splat heavily against his abs. I moved back and took the breeding post deeply into my mouth. His tongue quickly found my bred asshole and shoved inside. This man has the moves to make me want to get fucked every hour. But, I did need to finish his massage and get my dick up his black ass. He wasn't the only one who needed to breed a manhole.
I turned around and flipped him over. "I need to finish your massage," I intoned. "I've only done the front."
"You did a pretty good job on my back in the shower," he countered.
"That was only an appetizer. You still need the full treatment, including a good breeding."
He quickly stretched out and spread his legs. Glancing over his shoulder, he said, "My back and shoulders are especially sore. And with all the ladder climbing I did with heavy supplies and sheetrock, my ass muscles are really tight. But, not in a good way," he giggled.
"Love it tight," I laughed. "But, I get your meaning. I'll pay particular attention to the muscles you specified."
I sat on his beautiful, black ass and leaned forward. Working his shoulder muscles and upper back, I tried to get the knots in his muscles to relax. As I massaged harder, he relaxed more. I moved down his back and worked on his lower back, my hard dick sliding up and down his ass trench with each rub up his back. My fingers massaged his hamstrings and his calves, but my face seemed to find a need to massage his ass canyon with my tongue. Full body massage was the point, wasn't it? I massaged his ass muscles with my big hands and made sure that I worked my fingers deep into his ass trench to be followed by my tongue. His moaning told me that he was enjoying my ministrations. But, within another minute, he was asking and then begging for my dick instead of my tongue.
"I need something bigger and deeper than your tongue, Mike. Quite teasing me and give me that breeding I need," he urged. "The deeper and harder you fuck me, the more we'll both like it."
He knows me so well, I thought. And I needed to heed his request. My dick was so hard and my nuts were boiling. If I didn't do something soon, I'd be spraying the back of his knees with my baby gravy. "You have something like this in mind?" I grinned as I slid my leaking dick up his wet hole.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he groaned. "All the way in, Man! Go really deep. Yeah, like that. Make it jerk. FUCK! You're so hot," he sighed. My dick jerked again, but this wasn't on purpose. I held still, trying to avoid the climax cliff I was teetering on. I asked Marcus to stop working his ass muscles, and he did, but barely in time.
"Fuck, that was close," I whispered, not daring to move a millimeter.
"That was a real blast!" Marcus revealed. "I totally felt a spray of nutt pump into me. I love that feeling. Fuck around in your pre-load. Use it as lube. If you spread it around, I can feel the next couple of big sprays into me, too."
I tried to do as he'd asked, but there was no point in pretending that I could hold back any longer. With an audible growl, I thrust hard into him and went into automatic. My nuts jerked and my dick jerked and sprayed. My hips pounded hard into him, but the rest of my body was totally out of control, flopping like a fish on his back. More cum poured from my dick, filling up his sweet love tunnel.
"That's it, Mike! Fuck my ass. Breed me, seed me, knock me up!" he bellowed. "Make some babies!"
My climax ended, but my hips kept fucking. I could feel my cream squishing around inside his ass. His hands had moved to my ass and were holding me tightly against him. He wiggled and squirmed beneath me, but refused to let go. My dick is long enough that it was going to stay inside him for a few more minutes, dribbling out more cum for his thirsty ass to drink down. The way he was acting, I could see why he'd think he wanted to be a bottom for me. He really loved getting bred by my big pink dick bareback.
"You're the best fuck I've ever had," I told him. "No one loves it like you do." I pulled slowly from his ass. My tongue quickly moved to where my dick had been and licked up stray strands of nutt. Marcus moved up to his hands and knees. I knelt on the floor and continued felching his hole. The more I worked his ass with my oral digit, the more cum I extracted from his ass. In a few minutes, he'd pulled me up on to the bed and we sucked dick and ate ass for at least ten more minutes.
Finally, we lay next to each other and talked in low tones for a few more minutes. What Marcus needed now was rest to recover from his very physical day. If he wanted more sex during the night, he could initiate it. I didn't want to interrupt his recuperative sleep.
Saturday morning, I woke up with Marcus' tongue up my ass. I pushed back into his face and placed a hand on the back of his head. "You have all day to stop that," I moaned.
"I have to stop it now," Marcus said moving his big dick against my back door. "I've been watching you sleep and slowly stroking my dick. You really make me wanna fuck, just looking at you, Mike. So, now my dick wants to squirt and I don't think you want it in the sheets."
"They need to be changed this morning anyway," I countered. "But, I'd much rather have your load in my ass than in the sheets any day of the week." Marcus pressed harder and I relaxed more. His black horse dick slid into me, stretching my ass tunnel. His obsidian post jerked and jerked as he went deeper.
"This is gonna be the fastest fuck on record," he moaned. "Ah, FUCK!" His hips slammed the last two inches into me. I felt his dick head expand and jerk hard. His hips pounded me. I could feel his cream jet up my ass three times before I was filled up enough that I couldn't feel any more of his creamy squirts. But, I knew he was delivering more of his spunk by the way his hips pumped me and his dick thrust harder and harder. There was no denying his need to breed.
Before I could reciprocate, he bounded out of bed and headed for the bathroom. "I gotta piss like a race horse," he laughed. I followed him and joined him at the toilet. We got into the shower, adjusted the temperature and started to lather up. Before I could do more than rub the soap over my chest, his tongue was up my ass, eating out his recent load. I bent over and let him take as much as he could reach. After a couple of minutes, he stood up. "You got the best ass for me to eat cum from," he said kissing me.
I soaped up his chest and turned him around. Once more, I massaged his tight back and shoulders, but this time when my dick threatened to fuck him, he welcomed me more eagerly than last night in the shower. "You are gonna get so fucked," I breathed in his ear.
"That had better include some deep breeding, too," he urged.
"As if you have to worry about that," I said. "You know I can't fuck you without cumming in your ass. It just isn't possible." As promised, I delivered the goods, as well as felched out my offering before we left the shower.
After we dried off, we dressed and stripped the bed. I started the washer and tossed the sheets in. We made the bed and talked about breakfast. I suggested a couple of places that he also knew about and decided which one we'd eat at this morning.
Marcus drove to the restaurant and found a parking space only half a block away. On the way, he asked me about my parents who lived in town and where I'd grown up. I told him the schools that I'd attended. He asked how close I was to my parents, not geographically, but emotionally. For instance, did they know I was gay and liked to fuck guys? I assured him that they knew all about it, although not all the delicious details that Marcus and I did. "Have they ever met any of your former boyfriends?" he wondered.
"Yeah, a few," I revealed. "But, mostly, it was gay friends, like the trainers from the gym. I didn't introduce them to the boyfriends as boyfriends, because I didn't want them to make a judgment about them as more than friends. And it's just as well that I did it that way. A couple of times, they did mention that the short-term boyfriends didn't seem to be right for me. They could see the flaws that I'd been ignoring before I finally admitted to myself that those relationships wouldn't last. I hate to admit it, but they seem to be better judges of what I need in a husband than I do."
"Good friends can see the same things. They know you better than you know yourself sometimes. It may be aggravating that they do, but if they are good friends, they'll eventually tell you the truth of it," Marcus allowed.
"I do owe my parents a dinner or barbeque," I mused. "How'd you like to meet them tonight?"
"Uh, isn't this kinda sudden? I mean, you've only known me a week."
"I can introduce you as a friend from the fitness club, if the boyfriend label makes you uncomfortable," I suggested.
"It isn't that," he said. "I'm very comfortable with the label, if you are, Mike. But, I don't want to screw up your track record with the whole boyfriend thing that blows up after a few weeks."
"I'm willing to take the risk," I assured him. "You sure you're okay with meeting your future in-laws so soon?"
"Yep," Marcus smiled as he pulled into the parking space. "Besides, getting to know them will give me another way to know you."
When we were seated in the restaurant and had ordered, I said, "Last chance, Marcus. I'm going to call and invite them for this evening."
"Do it!"
"You are so fuckin' hot," I whispered leaning into him. "I can't wait to brag on you with them. It'll be written all over my face, even if I don't say anything about us as more than friends. They are gonna love you."
"You think they'll be comfortable with me being black?"
"They're unapologetic hippies from the 60s. Mom and Dad will love it that their son is friends with a man of color. And when they figure out that we're more than friends, they'll really love it even more."
"They're looking for some black grandchildren?" Marcus laughed.
"They'd be cool with the idea, but I think they probably know that even if we're doin' the nasty, there is no hope for grandchildren with us."
"Being around you is going to be a problem," Marcus warned. "I'm gonna have some major timber goin' on in my shorts. I'd better wear my jock and some loose walking shorts."
"Good point," I agreed. "I'd better do the same. It's gonna be warm again today and we'll be outside for dinner." I called my parents and they were delighted with the invitation. I told them that a friend would be joining us, too. They were cool with that, although I know they were full of questions.
After breakfast, I created a menu for tonight with Marcus' help. It would require a trip to Costco to pick up a couple of items to make dinner as well as several other items on my weekly restocking list. With the menu and grocery list set, Marcus drove us out to the warehouse store. Considering it was Saturday, we got lucky and parked fairly close to the door.
With membership cards in hand, we were greeted by a tall, slender, black kid (a kid to us because he couldn't have been much more than 21 years old) with a big smile and a huge bulge in his pants. Part of that bulge snaked down his pant leg. "Fuck!" I whispered to Marcus. "Did you see the dick on that kid?" Marcus nodded with a big grin. Both of us turned back to look at the greeter again. He was looking us over and smiled broadly when he saw us checking him out. We winked at him and he winked back, twice! I looked at Marcus and asked him if he was interested.
"Fuck, yeah, that is if you are."
"Hopefully, he's old enough," I began. "And that he's more than being friendly and wants to play around."
"You see him here before?"
"Yeah, but not like that. He was doing some cart corral work and I'm sure he's been one of the people who pack the boxes with your purchased items. I don't think I've ever seen him as a cashier, though. But, I've never seen his big dick so prominently displayed. As I recall, he has shown a nice bulge before and was always friendly like most of the staff at Costco are."
"And did you notice that pretty ass?" Marcus grinned.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely edible and fuckable. That I have noticed before."
"I wonder if he wants to fuck one of us or both of us with that monster?"
"Hopefully, we'll find out," I smiled back at him.
We wandered through the store, ticking items off our list and checking out new things. I was pleasantly surprised that we'd managed to exit the check-stand for under $100. As we wheeled our cart toward the door, I noticed that our well-hung greeter was now checking receipts of members leaving. I nudged Marcus and nodded toward the door. He smiled.
"Another chance to check out that big dick and sweet ass," Marcus whispered. As we neared the exit, we both smiled broadly. When the kid saw us, he returned our smile. I handed him our receipt and he checked it quickly, and then added a mark to the face of it.
"I hope I'm reading this correctly," he murmured as he squeezed the snake that was trapped down his right leg. I couldn't help but stare. "And I hope I see ya again soon," he added with a dazzling smile. When I took back the receipt, another piece of paper was beneath it. As Marcus pushed the cart through the door and across the driveway, I read the note: "Text me, please. Both of you are HOT!" and added a phone number at the bottom of the message. I placed a hand on Marcus' arm and he stopped with a questioning look.
"We've made a friend," I said. "Dial this number and text him."
"The guy at the door?" I nodded. "What shall we say," he asked as he read the note. "How about, `we'd like to get to know you better.'?" I agreed. Marcus dialed the number and left the text message. We waited a few seconds and saw the guy pick up his phone and check the message as he scanned a couple more receipts. His beaming smile spoke volumes. We smiled back and headed for the car. As Marcus put the key in the ignition, his phone chirped. "A message from our new friend. And his name is Derek."
"What does he say?" I asked craning my neck to see the phone screen.
"He'll call us during his lunch break at 1 p.m. He hopes at least one of us is a top," Marcus laughed. "That child is in for such a good time. That high, tight ass of his will have the pleasure of two tops pounding his butt. Maybe, we'll take his dick out for a good time, too."
"That depends on how big it is," I cautioned. "I could probably do a big dick slightly bigger than yours, but he looks like he's packin' a lot more than that."
"Maybe," Marcus admitted. "But, he could also just look big because he's so slender."
"It was certainly impressive. And we can't be the only ones who noticed."
"He'll probably get hit on all day long, if he keeps showing it off like that."
"Maybe he got what he wanted with us, so he'll tuck it now," I proposed.
"Maybe, but I think he's a prick tease and enjoys showing off his meat," Marcus opined and we headed out of the parking lot for home.
Promptly at 1 p.m., Derek called. Marcus hit speaker mode on his phone. "Hey, Derek," Marcus said. "Mike's with me. We're glad you called."
"And I hope you're as interested as I am," Derek said.
"More than likely," I replied.
"I'm assuming that you're a couple and you fuck around with other men?" he asked.
"Yeah, and we've been known to enjoy the company of other men," Marcus allowed.
"And at least one of you is a top?" he pressed.
Marcus and I looked at each other and smiled broadly. "Both of us would be the correct answer," I said. "You like dick in the ass?" I confirmed.
"Love it!" Derek responded. "But, I generally top because I gotta big dick."
"That much is obvious," Marcus observed. "Couldn't very well miss that big dick of yours snaking down the left pant leg."
"It does have a mind of its own and really liked you guys," he clarified. "And you really fit a clear preference of mine: big men with muscles and sweet, round butts."
"I thought you wanted to bottom," Marcus wondered.
"Oh, I do. It's just that I love to eat out round, hard butts," he amplified.
"You've come to the right place, then," I told him. "We love to eat butt and get ours munched on. So, when are you available for an audition, Derek? We have plans for this evening, but we're available tomorrow." I got a vigorous nod from Marcus.
"I'm off tomorrow," Derek revealed. "I'd prefer early over later. I'm completely hot for you guys. It would be even better if you got big dicks."
"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," Marcus replied agreeably. He raised an eyebrow to me, asking what would be a good time.
I whispered, "Ten a.m.?"
He nodded and asked Derek if that was a good time for him. Derek readily agreed, so I gave him directions to get to the house. He said he'd use his GPS to find it. With that, we hung up.
"This is like shooting fish in a barrel," Marcus chortled. "He's so eager to kick it with us."
"And we're shamelessly eager to bed that poor, young thing, you cradle robber," I laughed.
"And your point is?" Marcus beamed. "You're just as guilty, Mike. I saw how you looked at him, like a hyena looking over a side of pork. I just hope he's of legal age."
Laughing deliciously about our young conquest for tomorrow, we set about preparing appetizers, marinating steaks, scrubbing baking potatoes, and creating a fast dessert for tonight. Marcus helped me clean house and prepare the grill for this evening. When five o'clock rolled around, Mom and Dad were at the door.
I invited them in and introduced Marcus. They were all over themselves trying so hard to make Marcus feel welcome and not utter a hint of prejudice. They were trying too hard. Marcus smiled indulgently, but I cut them off with an admonition to be themselves and not so damned politically correct. They smiled sheepishly and vowed to do better. And they did. The evening went along swimmingly with both of my parents complimenting me (when I was alone with them) on what a good friend I had in Marcus. They were impressed by his football career (of course), but more so by his successful remodeling business. Dad asked all kinds of remodeling questions and Mom pressed him about decorating ideas. I think she was fishing to see how gay Marcus is. He acquitted himself very nicely to both parents.
"You couldn't do any better than Marcus," my mom told me as I walked them to their car as they were leaving. "He's a keeper."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I replied, not willing to give her any information about the relationship that Marcus and I had. Perhaps when we had a few more weeks of being together and fucking constantly (so it seemed), I'd have some kind of announcement I could make to them. Dad tried to draw out Marcus by adding, "Take good care of our son, Marcus." Not transparent at all! Marcus smiled and said nothing.
When they pulled out of the driveway and waved to us, Marcus whispered, "Let's fuck! My dick is about to rip my jockstrap to shreds. I've been trying not to pull your pants down and fuck you to death all evening. If your parents hadn't been here, you'd already be carrying at least two loads of nutt in that beautiful ass," he added and patted my butt. My parent's car was far enough down the street that they didn't see his suggestive action.
"And I've noticed more than once that big bulge of yours, and your not-so-subtle attempts to get more comfortable with your steel dick. That only made my dick hard and I had to do the same thing." He laughed at me. "That's not funny. It was embarrassing," I added petulantly.
"How about if I apologize with my hard, black dick in your white ass and then a big load of creamy cum?" he leered at me suggestively. "And that will be followed up by your big dick deep in my ass, breeding me with a monster load of baby gravy," he purred, massaging my dick through my shorts with one hand and sliding his big hand down the back of my pants with the other.
Shedding clothes as we dashed up the staircase, we hit my bedroom at a gallop. I jumped on the bed with my legs in the air. Marcus grabbed me and pulled me back to the edge and knelt on the floor. His tongue slithered up my ass and ate me out as deeply as his tongue could reach. I pulled my butt cheeks apart and welcomed him to work my ass as hard as he wanted. Sooner than I expected, but very pleased, Marcus rose and pushed his leaking, hard dick into my hungry hole.
He sighed with pleasure as he slipped deeper. My moans of joy competed with his. I grabbed his beautiful ass with both hands and encouraged him to grind his wiry pubes into my tender manhole. Of course, he caught my signal and eagerly pressed himself against me. I felt his dick jerk and throb inside me. I couldn't wait for his load, so I worked my ass muscles to get what I wanted.
Marcus tried to pull off to forestall his climax, but I wasn't having any of that. I held him tightly against me and told him, "Fuck me, Marcus! I need you to make a baby with me. We haven't fucked since this morning and I know your big balls are full. Give it to me, Man!"
He growled and tried to pull away again, but I knew he wasn't trying very hard. His dick jerked and throbbed harder. I know I felt a big bolt of cum jet into me. He held as still as he could, but couldn't stop the inevitable. "Fuck!" he groaned and succumbed to his climax. His dick jerked rapidly, firing more big wads of cream into me. I felt those three jets before I was so full I couldn't feel any more. But, I know he was still firing. His hips pounded my ass and continued seeding me. My only regret was that he didn't have more cum to spray into my welcoming butt.
I kissed him passionately as more of his baby gravy pumped into me. His hips slowed their thrusts, but his body was still wracked by intermittent waves of his receding climax. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "That's one of the best breeds I've ever done. You totally worked me over."
"All in the personal service I keep telling you about," I smiled. He pulled out and started to eat my ass out. I squirmed away from him and pulled him up on to the bed. "My turn to make you feel good," I said. "Much as I wanna sit on your face, my dick wants to explode and I'd rather not pump it on you when I could fuck it into you."
"Sweet talker," he laughed as we reversed roles. I doubt that I ate his ass for more than 30 seconds. My dick was leaking profusely and my nuts were clearly signaling that I was going to bust a nutt sooner rather than later. The sooner arrived far too quickly. I had just opened up his sweet, black hole with the thick head of my dick when my dick jerked, hard. I held very still, attempting to delay my climax, but Marcus had other ideas. He pushed back against my battering ram and his ass swallowed more than half of the shaft. My dick jerked again and I knew I'd lost. Because my entry into him was so slick, I knew my dick was already spewing out cum.
"Ah, shit!" I blurted out. "Can't stop it!" I moaned and resigned myself to pounded his wonderful ass and loading him with more of my baby gravy.
"Yeah, breed me, Mike!" Marcus encouraged. His hands grabbed my ass and held me hard against his ass. More jets of sperm rocketed into him. You'd think that half a day without a climax wouldn't generate that much nutt, but it did. It felt like my nuts were draining and pumping juice out from a reservoir in my feet. My dick felt like it would never stop jerking.
Several minutes later, I pulled gently from his ass. He quickly turned around and sucked my dick clean. I got into a 69 position with him and did the same for his beautiful breeding stick. We moved rapidly to our favorite thing to do after a hot fuck and that was to eat ass and felch out a big load from each other. Rolling around on the bed, we did our best to extract what we could reach.
And then we slept like stones.