This story contains man on man sex. If you are offended by this or if it is illegal for you to read or possess such material, you should leave. This story also contains unprotected, anonymous sex. This is an extremely unwise activity to participate in and you should always use protection.
I awoke with my nose pressed against Ben's back. His masculine scent, a combination of his sweat, semen, and something that seemed to just emanate from him, filled my nose and made my mind swim. The heat radiating from his body was so intense that I hadn't needed to cover myself with a sheet.
The clock over Ben's shoulder showed that it was almost noon. I shifted my legs and rolled away from him. As I did, I felt the sheet stick to my leg momentarily; the remnants of our fucking had dried during our sleep and stuck to my leg. I sat up on the edge of the bed and squinted my eyes at the light seeping through the blinds.
"If you're getting up, go make us breakfast."
The hoarse growl of his voice surprised me. He hadn't moved nor opened his eyes, but he must have felt me move as I was getting up.
"What do you want?" I replied. Ben mumbled and rolled onto his back, but I couldn't make out what he said. Not wanting to wake him again, I just shrugged and rose from the bed. When I reached the door, I looked back at him.
Even in sleep, he looked powerful. His body spanned the length of the mattress and he took up almost an entire half. The veins in his arms strained slightly at the tight skin of his forearms and his massive chest rose and fell with his breathing. His cock hung down over his balls and the dense thatch around his shaft was still flat and matted from the night before. Beside him, I could see the large spot on the bed where my ass had been all night.
`I hope I don't have to pay for that, too,' I thought, even though I had thoroughly enjoyed paying up the previous night.
I walked down the hallway, feeling what was left of his load churning in my bowels with every step. Fortunately, my ass had managed to close itself while I slept; however, I still had to walk gingerly, as my hole was still extremely tender.
His kitchen, like every other part of his house I had seen, was austere. Everything shined and everything appeared to have its place. I walked to the fridge and swung it open. The cool air hitting my feet sent a shiver up my legs and through my body as I bent to see what was there. I gathered some things into my arms and kicked the door shut with my foot.
After I had rifled through a few more cabinets and found everything I needed, I set to making breakfast. As I was finishing combining the last few components into the skillet, I felt two strong arms envelop me in a tight bear hug from behind. I tensed until I felt the warmth of Ben's breath on my shoulder as he lowered his mouth to gently bite my skin. I relaxed and dropped my head back onto his shoulder and sighed as he sidled up behind me, his body hair tickling my skin as he squeezed me close to him.
"That smells good," he said with his mouth next to my ear. "I lucked out with you. A tight hole, a talented mouth, and you can cook."
"Well, you haven't tasted it yet," I replied.
He let loose a bark of laughter and pecked my ear with his lips. I could feel the stubble that had grown overnight to cover his jaw scratch at my neck and shoulder. We broke apart from each other and he walked to the table and took a seat. I switched off the stove and plated us each a portion of the meal. I walked the plates to the table and set one in front of him. When I had settled into the seat across from him, he had already begun to eat. I reached out and grabbed a set of utensils from the holder in the center of the table.
"Damn, this is good. Maybe I should have made you my cook instead of my slut."
"I think you made the right call," I grinned, as I placed a bite into my mouth.
He gave me that smirk again and shook his head slightly. We continued to eat, pausing only when he went to get us something to drink. As he walked back to me with a glass, the aroma from his crotch swept over my face. I glanced at the heavy slab of meat hanging between his legs, covered with a dry film formed from our combined secretions. Warmth spread between my legs as he sauntered back to his seat.
As we finished our meals, Ben belched and stretched in his chair. The muscles in his arms rippled as his nipples were pulled taut over his chest. I pushed my empty plate away from me and sat there, admiring him as he yawned.
"You want dessert?" he asked, as he brought his arms down.
"What do you have?" I replied.
"I was thinking you could try some more of this."
He scooted his chair back and brought a hand down to grasp the base of his cock. I stared at him for a moment.
"Sounds delicious" I said, and then scooted my own chair back and rose. As I stood, I felt my cock swing out in front of me; it had been growing since I'd had a whiff of his crotch. I edged around the table and knelt before him.
His cock had already begun to stiffen in anticipation, rising from his sac and laying against his thigh. He moved his hand away as I leaned over and filled my nostrils with the intoxicating odor rising from him. The potent stench of his spent semen combined with the musky, dank smell of his sweaty crotch made my dick throb.
I bent down and licked along his manhood as it continued swelling, getting my first taste of his seed. It had lost most of its flavor from drying overnight, but I could still detect the unmistakable taste of cum. I could feel it as it traveled down the back of my throat, leaving that odd warm sensation as it went.
I ran my hands along the tops of his thighs and then slid them down and around to his ass. I grabbed a handful of the fuzzy mounds and massaged them as I brought my head to the end of his cock, which was now starting to lift from his thigh. Ben opened his mouth as I flicked my tongue at his dick's opening and a low moan rumbled from his chest. The dry coating turned to a glaze as it mixed with my spit. I wrapped my lips around the pink, spongy skin of his cockhead and massaged it with my tongue, getting as much of his cum as I could off his cock.
When his penis was fully erect in my mouth, I began to lower my head into his lap, taking more of him into me. Ben had put both of his hands on my head and was applying pressure, forcing me down farther around him. He shuddered as his dick swelled for a second and I could feel thick goo emerge from his slit. The viscous substance stayed on my tongue where his dick deposited it and I pulled back so I could move my tongue around in my mouth. As I sucked the last of it from his cock, I realized from the strong taste that it must have been some remainder of his load from the night before that had stayed in his dick while he slept. Since both of us had passed out shortly after, neither of us had had a chance to piss and clear out our plumbing after we came.
I swallowed the thick fluid and returned to pressing my head toward his thighs. As I concentrated on opening my throat in preparation to take all of him, my eyes focused on the patch of hair inches from my nose. The sight of our juices still caked in his pubes was stunning. I could see a clump of his jizz that had ran down his dick when he was fucking me while he came; it had dried in the hair at the base of his cock.
I pushed forward, taking the helmet of his prick into my throat. Ben let out a deep sigh and I felt his breath wash over my face as it ran down his torso. I swallowed and allowed his cock to slide deeper until my nose was resting against the blob of cum in his pubes. Air rushed through my nose as I exhaled. The sudden draft caused Ben's nuts to contract and rise against my chin, his crusty hair tickling my lips.
My hands had begun to work down the crevasse between his cheeks. I could feel the hair thicken as I moved my fingers along the crease, towards where his ass met the chair. When I moved a finger deeper into his crack, he clenched his ass, denying me the chance to probe his hole. I moved my hands back in defeat and resumed kneading his firm buttocks.
I began to draw my head back, but Ben gripped the hair behind my ears and thrust his cock back into my throat. The unexpected reentry made me cringe and gag, but he held tight and thrust again. His cock slid back and forth in my mouth for a few seconds and then he pulled my head back. He tilted my chin up and looked me in the eyes.
"Your mouth is sweet, kid. You suck a cock like pro."
I licked my lips and swallowed. "Your dick's delicious. Let me finish and get dessert." I started to lean forward to lick his cockhead, but he pulled me back again.
"I think you've had enough. It's time for me to have mine," he said. "Let's get cleaned up."
I rose from my knees and stood before him. His eyes gazed at my face for a moment before they traced their way down to my cock. He reached out a hand and I felt the calloused fingers wrap themselves around my girth. He held me firm for an instance and then moved his hand up and down my length, pausing at the end of my cock. His thumb rubbed against the tip and I shivered. He gave a quick yank and then stood up, his cock swinging with the motion.
He led the way down the hall to the bathroom. As I followed, I got to see his bare ass jiggle with each step, now unhidden by denim. I could see the shapes of the muscles in his back flex slightly as he moved, the strength of him obvious even from behind.
When we arrived at the bathroom, Ben flipped on the light and moved to the shower. He slid back the frosted glass and leaned in to turn on the shower. I watched his ass as he turned on the faucet. The hair that I had felt while servicing him in the kitchen covered his cheeks in light whirls. As he bent over farther to switch the water to the showerhead, I could see where the hair thickened as it approached his asshole.
He rose again and held his hand in the falling water, testing its temperature. When he was satisfied, he turned back to me and motioned with his arm.
"After you," he said.
I eased past him, feeling his cock drag along my ass as I climbed into the shower. Ben followed me in and slid the door shut behind him.
Immediately he wrapped me in another hug from behind, sliding his hands up and down my torso as the hot water flowed across me. He kissed my neck as his hands explored me, one sliding over my cock as the other pinched a nipple. I laid my hands on top of his, feeling his fingers flex as he felt me. His cock pressed against the top of my ass, its head grinding into my lower back as he ground his hips against me.
As he moved his mouth down along my shoulder, the short bristles of hair surrounding his lips scraped on my skin leaving a slight stinging burn. My cock swelled again as he continued groping me, squeezing my balls gently in his large, rough hand. He gave my nuts a quick tug and then drew his hand across my thigh and around to my ass.
His hand slid down below me and he extended a finger, running it up my crack and eliciting a shiver from me. As his other hand continued to massage my chest and twist my nipples, he brought the finger down to my hole. I could feel him trace it with his thick digit, feeling the ravaged muscled ring contract at his touch. When he pushed his finger forward, I gasped and felt myself open.
He slid the finger up to the knuckle and then bent it to rub along my wall. A hoarse grunt vibrated from his throat as he felt my bowels relax and let loose the load he had left in me the night before. It oozed along his finger and out of my ass, trailing warmness down my leg until it mingled with the steaming water flowing over me.
"Fuck, I gotta get in you. Spread your legs," he moaned against my neck.
I did as he said, lifting one of my feet and placing it on a ledge. As my cheeks parted, he pulled out his finger and brought it to my mouth. I hesitated, looking at the slick slime that covered it. He pushed it to my lips and forced it inside as he removed his other hand from my chest. I sucked on the finger, surprised at the taste of it. It tasted of him, like his cock had in the kitchen.
I used my tongue to massage and clean his finger as I felt him slide his cock up and down my crevasse. He bent his knees slightly to position his prick underneath me and slid it up until it found my hole, still leaking the remains of his previous load. His cock slid around in the fluid, coating his head. When it was covered, he repositioned himself at the center of my opening, letting the cockhead rest in the dimple formed by my hole. He removed his finger from my mouth and grasped my waist with both of his hands.
As he pulled me down onto him, I could feel my dick jerk and twitch in front of me. He continued to slide me back until he had me fully impaled on his rod. His girth had displaced the remainder of his previous load, causing it to gush down his pole and through the hair on his sac. He drew himself back to the head and gave another slow thrust, allowing me to feel the ridges of his cock enter me as his head rubbed along inside me.
I braced myself on the walls as he started to settle into fucking me. Every time he embedded himself in me, his nuts swung forward and smacked the back of my own, which were dangling low from the heat. My dick bobbed up and down from the motion, occasionally slapping my stomach when Ben managed to hit my prostate just right; I could feel the precum emerge from my slit whenever my cock throbbed in response.
Ben began to increase his rhythm. He wrapped one thick arm around my waist, holding me in place while he continued his assault. His other hand moved to my cock, where he wrapped it around the base.
"My dick's doing its job," he said, moving his hand up my length. "You gonna shoot another load for me, huh? You gonna nut on my cock again?"
I moaned in response as he started to jerk me in rhythm with his thrusts. The texture of his rough hands combined with his firm grip sent a wave of pleasure through me. I reached over and grabbed his forearm, trying to slow him down as he continued to jack my prick. I looked down and watched his thick, tanned arms as they worked.
Suddenly, he buried himself and pushed hard into me, sliding me slightly on the wet surface. He bit the back of my neck briefly and then relaxed.
"Shit, you're getting me close already."
I clenched my ass and I felt his cock jerk. He gave a sharp tug on my dick, eliciting a yelp from me. He chuckled as he resumed massaging my cock.
"You want me to give you another load in your ass, faggot?" he asked.
"Oh fuck, yes," I moaned, reeling from the hand job he was still giving me.
"You gonna cum for me when I do?"
"Yes, shit. Yes," I said, closing my eyes as I started to thrust my hips forward in his hand.
He started thrusting again, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, riding his thrusts as he brought me closer to the edge. His hand gripped my cock harder and moved more quickly up and down my shaft. I felt the warm rumbling in my balls as they began to draw up and my cock swelled.
My ass spasmed as the first thick rope of cum erupted from me. Ben gave a loud grunt at the feeling and pressed his head onto my neck. As my orgasm continued, I felt his begin. My ass tried to contract again, but Ben's dick distended as the first shot of his searing hot seed shot through it and erupted into me.
My ass continued to milk his cock as his orgasm racked through him. My spurts slowed and began to dribble out of my cock as I concentrated on the feeling of him filling me. With every little thrust he gave, he let out a little `uh.' Finally, he pulled me down as far as he could and pushed himself as deep as his cock could reach. He held me there as his cock gave a final few twitches. He wrapped me in his arms again as I lowered my leg. His chest and stomach rose and fell as he panted from the exertion.
"You like the feeling of my load in there? You like being bred by my cock?"
"I came, didn't I?" I replied. The evidence of my satisfaction was running down the shower wall, around the faucet and toward the drain.
He gave my cock a few slow strokes as he let the high of his orgasm subside. My slit dribbled a few more globs of cum before he removed his hand. He put both of his hands on my ass cheeks and pried them apart, watching his cock as he withdrew it.
When his softening manhood finally exited, I felt a rush of fluid escape after it before my hole had a chance to close. It ran down my leg and I glanced down to watch the mass of cum enter the water, spinning slowly as it floated toward the drain.
My now twice ravaged hole felt tender again, and I winced as he ran a finger across it. He pried it open by sticking two fingers in and separating them, allowing more of his load to escape. As I pushed slightly, another gush of his semen cascaded down my leg. When he was satisfied with watching what he'd done, he removed his fingers, allowing my ring to shut.
I stood there, savoring the warmth of him running down my leg. Then I felt a new warmth at my feet. I looked down and saw the water between my legs turn yellow and I realized that Ben had started pissing.
I turned as I stepped away, and saw him grinning at me. His hands were on his hips and his semi-erect cock was streaming.
"That's gross," I said.
"I haven't pissed since I was at the bar," he replied.
The stream was still coming out strong and splashing around my feet. I tried to avoid the deep yellow spray as best as I could, but I had no more room to retreat. Ben reached down and grabbed his cock and lifted it slightly, directing his piss on my legs. I tried to turn away, but he laughed, moving his cock so the stream followed me. As I moved, I realized that my own bladder was full and that the urge to urinate had started to build in my stomach after I had came.
"Fuck you," I said, as I turned to face him and let loose my own. The pale yellow stream rocketed from my dick and hit him in the leg. By now, his piss was running weakly from his cock. He moved back some and laughed.
"Still got some fight left in ya! Thought I fucked all of it out of you by now," he said laughingly. His stream had now been reduced to dribbles, but he flexed his cock and a short burst shot out. He repeated this twice until he was empty.
I continued to follow him around with my urine as he playfully moved to avoid it. When my own bladder was empty, he stepped up to me and we kissed, our tongues working at each other. When we broke apart, he slapped my ass.
"I think it's time we actually got cleaned up," he said as he reached past me for the bottle of gel. He squeezed some of the blue liquid into his hand and then did the same in mine. We cleaned each other under the cooling water. When we finished, we climbed out of the shower and toweled each other off.
Thanks for all the comments and suggestions about part 1. Please feel free to email me and let me know what you thought, whether it's good or bad! I'll try to reply to everyone -- davidkmacguire@gmail.com