We still have time, and I haven't had enough of Rico. Will I ever?
His cock is swelling again, and just the sight of it turns me on. I'm lying back in the bed, and Rico looks at me and smiles his warm inviting smile. We both have a film of sweat on our bodies, and his dark skin looks like satin as he twists his body around and sits up.
Rico's piercing eyes are still on me, and mine on his. But we're not smiling now. We're down to some more serious fucking. My half-hard cock, thick and long, rests against my abs, reaching to my navel. Rico sits down on it, so that his warm ass crack covers it. Then he moves forward, so that the bottom of my cock rubs against his balls, against the space behind his balls. There's something intimate about this: we can feel each other's cum vein, the thickening from within as our bodies respond to each other. Back and forth, back and forth he moves, my cock and his rapidly hardening.
I can feel another orgasm way back, deep in my groin. But not yet. The urgency has not come upon me yet. I'm just enjoying the feelings, the sight, the closeness of Rico and his body. I want so much to suck his cock now. But I can't. I can't reach it, and I don't want to change our positions. So I just fondle it with my hand, then reach up and feel Rico's pecs, pinch his dark nipples, run my finger along his full lips. My hands wander over his face, back behind his neck, and I pull him down into a kiss.
His hips can't move as much this way. Letting the heat build in our groins, I search with my tongue in his mouth, tasting him, feeling his tongue play with mine. Our mouths locked together, Rico starts his sinuous motions once more. He rubs his balls, or the skin behind his balls, along my thick cock, which lights up in response. I run my finger up and down his ass crack, up and down, then center it on his rosebud, feeling the lips pulsing against my invading finger.
I poke my finger lightly inside his ass, which welcomes and envelopes it. He continues his motion along my cock, while I match his motions with a `come here' motion of my finger. I've got his prostate now. I can feel it, swollen and pulsing, like another part of his penis. He's leaking now, and so am I. But our earlier first orgasms forestall the second, so I can continue.
Or can I? Rico is younger than I, and his cock is trapped between his torso and mine as he leans over into the kiss. Suddenly it starts pulsing of its own. In an orgasm without hands, he shoots between our bodies as my tongue thrusts itself deeper in his mouth and my finger deeper in his ass.
Finished, Rico gives a sigh and collapses onto my body. I remove my finger, but continue the kiss. I'm still hard. I'm thinking that Rico will slide down, suck me to fulfillment, and then we'll watch TV for a while, giving each other looks of satisfaction as the soap opera unfolds.
But no. I can never really read Rico's mind. He's full of adventure and surprise. A few minutes of kissing and cuddling, and Rico sits up. He's into my body now, feeling my sculpted chest, pinching my nipples, tracing the contours of my arm muscles. It's driving me crazy--I haven't cum in at least 15 minutes--and he won't stop.
Glancing down, I see why. Rico's penis is thick again, the head peering out of the foreskin like a shy little boy. He moves his hips against my cock, then brings his pelvis up above my groin so my rigid cock springs up behind him. With a deft movement of his hand and his buttocks, he pushes the head of my cock unerringly against his ass lips, which open and envelope it smoothly. We're going to fuck.
It's Rico's show now. He's on top. He slowly lowers himself onto me, his insides opening like a flower as my penis works itself up into him. His supple motions excite both of us, and I'm soon deep inside, his balls brushing against my lower stomach. He sits that way for a minute which seems like an hour, his insides gripping my cock. We gaze into each other's eyes and gently feel each other's chest, arms, nipples, each of us silently inviting, even daring, the other to start the motion of our groins. I am still not feeling the urgency of orgasm--just a deep red glow of delight and fullness, although it is Rico who is full.
Then, slowly, we start moving. It's not clear who starts. Locked together, almost as one organism, we simply answer each other's needs. Each of us has an itch that the other can scratch. Rico is moving his torso back and forth, sort of dragging the underside of my cock against his passage in a way that makes my cock swell with each pass. I'm thrusting my hips up, just a bit, each time he slides down on me. The combination of my up-and-down, and his front-to-back works for several minutes.
Then Rico leans down and kisses me once more. His tongue is a wild snake inside my mouth. He's moving his hips up and down now, milking my cock. And his insides are gripping me. This is the aggressive Rico, not the soft hot Rico, and I love it. I lie back and let him work my body. His eyes closed, his face in concentration, he is sucking out all the pleasure he can get from me. And of course that only increases the feelings I have.
I'm burning inside, and Rico is going to drag the orgasm out of me. Two, three more deft shifts of his torso and I explode, bucking myself into his ass, my tongue grasping his, my hands behind his back, pressing him to me.
I'm overwhelmed.
We lie there. I'm exhausted from the orgasm, enjoying the afterglow. Rico hasn't cum, and he's still hard. My relaxed mind realizes that I have to, need to, want to do something about it. Somehow, hard on or no hard on, I'm turned on by Rico. Just being close to this sensuous man makes me feel good.
So I start with my hand, moving his foreskin up and down over the thick head of his cock. He responds by shifting over me, then moves up so I can get his cock in my mouth. I lift my head, he shifts a bit more, and we're together again. I'm running my tongue over the head of his cock, then over the cleft, then between the foreskin and the head--that spot we both love.
Then, pushing his ass up towards me, I take most of his cock in my mouth. It's really too big for me, but I get some of it down my throat, and my swallowing motions massage his shaft. He's moving slightly in and out, and my fingers are busy exploring his ass crack.
It's at this point that I wish I had four hands, that I could feel his pecs, pinch his nipples, caress his back, all at the same time. I want all of him, all of the time. But what I can have is wonderful. I watch his face to see that certain flush, a subtle change in his face that I have learned betokens his orgasm. There it is--and Rico floods my throat with yet another load, thinner this time, and a bit smaller. But I can feel the spurts way down in my throat, and milk him dry.
And that's it. Rico climbs off me, caressing my chest. We lay together, silent, holding each other around the waist, side by side. I've found that the more intense the fuck has been, the longer we lay this way. With Rico, sex is always the same, and always different. The feeling of satisfaction is always predictable, the road there always exciting.