As the sun crawled at its proverbially slow pace from the east, Fen and I woke up from a comfortable sleep in each other's arms. It was so good last night to, have fucked like wild animals. Whatever it was about the outdoors, had brought out our primal instincts, and despite being foggy upon this transition from sleep to conciousness, it was time to show him another good time. Gazing over at my Vietnamese friend with such velvety sexy skin, his eyes danced and he smiled a bit. Yet he covered my lips, and said, "first let me make you coffee Terry." Oh how I liked his coffee, and his breakast cooking ability, despite the blood from my heart pouring into my nether regions. It took everything not to grab him by the neck, start kissing him, and literally having my way inside him with all of my aggression still left over. Warmness was in the air this morning, and I appreciated the rays on my naked body. At 6"4, I looked down between my long legs, and could see glimmers of lubricant on my manhood, from last night's wild session with my friend. We weren't officially a couple, but I hoped to one day, as I really enjoyed his company. Fen was in his mid twenties, 5'6 at the max, with a petite frame and sensual grins that always made me want him even more. His personality was wonderful, as he had a thirst for knowledge, along with a taste for the cum that was always filling my balls up down below.
A year or so ago we had met, while out fishing on the chesapeake bay, and for awhile our friendship was platonic. Upon our discovery of each other, the surprise kiss he had delivered me that I returned with tongue, that was what sealed the expansion of our companionship. We were so close, and did just about everything together. Sometimes we'd go to events in town, visit museums, or go to a historical sight where we'd play a game of grab ass trying not to get caught. I'm sure people in our company knew we were gay, as our connection was immense. He was so feminine in stature and his mannerisms, and although he had not put on the dress and lipstick yet, I was sure with time eventually I'd have my wish. How could he ignore my passion, desires, and plus he was my bitch in every way with my regular topping of him. Over the past six months especially, he'd taken multiple poundings from me, and was not reluctant at all to give me blowjobs in my car or at work. I enjoyed his servicing, along with just being around him, as his youthful vigor was a blast to be around.
That coffee was good. He added herbs and spices to it, along with chickory. He told me how civil war soldiers from the south, used to almost always have that in their coffee during the civil war. We used to laugh about the term "civil war," you men on the lines would often trade tobacco and coffee to "the enemy." Yet the next day, that was in the past, as they'd be shooting at each other, with a level of violence that was hard to comprehend. I kissed Fen and thanked him. We hugged and drank coffee together, and he told me that later on, "we'd have breakfast, but that he needed to be fucked." No problem, as my cock was ready, my balls were full, and I desired him like always. The flames of passion were always on between us, and I didn't need any encouragement to want to plunder him savagely and with all of my aggression. As we kissed, soon I felt his soft hands circle my shaft, and knew that my eyes were rolling up with full satisfaction. Damn he knew how to get me horny.
Taking his shirt off I kissed his lips. Our eye connection was unbreakable, as to taste his lips was a pleasure indeed. Soon our tongues were dancing in synchronous rythm, and it felt so good to be shirtless with him. We sucked each others nipples, kissed, and our cocks in tight shorts rubbed up against one another. We were both fully erect, and our penises managed to rub together, side to side. I placed my hardness in his balls, and the feeling of sensual pleasure was eye opening and refreshing. He quietly moaned as my rock hard cock touched his testes, and finally he went crazy when I pushed him down to suck his engorged penis. For an asian guy he was fairly hung, coming in at a good 6" of shaved beauty. Such a wonderful cut cock, and I literally made sure my slobber went down his knob, and I also swallowed his balls in my mouth and just hung on for good measure. He was catonic and couldn't move. I owned him. He grunted, and literally couldn't resist the feelings of warmth as I went up and down on him, bobbing on him like I was for a bucket of apples, over and over again with his musky taste and precum going into my warm lips.
I went after his penis like a piece of candy, licking and sucking with all that I could muster. Finally I felt Fen's hands on my penis, and damn did it feel so good. He soon was on my cock with his mouth too, and I could hear the clicking sound of my precum, as his vicegrip of mouth went to work on my very long hard 8 inches of fun that soon would be bending him over. I couldn't wait to split him hard, and with no mercy either, as I was hot, horny, and bothered. He grabbed my testicles as he sucked me with vigor and atttention, and soon we were kissing again. I bent him over, and slid my penis in him. At first even with abundance of lube, it took some time to get in there. HIs hole was so warm, so tight, just perfect for making love in this canvas tent that felt the rays of sun and our bodies together all at the same time. In and out. Oh yes, he moaned, and I cascaded all inside him, side to side, and and all the way in with my balls hitting him up all of the way inside. He later on got on top of my cock, and we kissed, as I felt his balls tighten up and his cock explode his juices all over my chest and belly. Hearing him scream turned me on more than anything else, and within minutes, I could feel my swimmers get ready to hit the eject button. Sure enough the pressure, the adrenaline, the hormones kicked in, as I blew a load inside his tightness with a fury of magnitude and raw power. I had bred him again, and while we both relaxed together holding hands and cuddling again, we both knew it was only a matter of time before we were at it like wild hyenas again as our desire for each other spoke volumes.