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Sweaty Sex
By Wag
It was another unusually hot day in San Francisco. Boiling hot, actually. Normally temperatures in May stay around the 60's but it had been in the 80's for the last three days. The weather man on Channel 7 was calling it a heat wave. I just thought it was miserable as hell. There's nothing worse than dragging your tired ass up a steep hill, after a long day at work, in 80 degree weather. I was drenched by the time I made it to my building in Russian Hill. On the plus side, all this walking was doing great things for my already firm, yet tired, ass. A little bit about me aside from the great ass: I'm 34, 5"10, 175 pounds, toned, medium build, brown hair, kinda cute, and nicely endowed. All in all I'd say I'm a good catch, but I'd never say that out loud because it would make me sound like a douche.
Anyways, my legs were like jelly as I staggered into the main lobby of my apartment building. I stopped to get my mail at the nearby boxes. Junk, junk, and more junk. I was about to walk up the stairs to my apartment when the door to apartment #1 opened. A huge Siberian Husky came charging out and down the stairs. Oh crap. Before I knew it, I was doggy roadkill. He knocked me over and junk mail went flying.
"Rocky! Stop!" I heard a man yell. I couldn't see who he was since my new friend Rocky was standing on my chest and licking my face.
"Can you get him off?" I muttered. Rocky was suddenly pulled off and in his place I saw someone I'd much rather have licking my face...and other body parts. He was very handsome, mid-thirties, about 6 feet I'd say, black hair, hazel eyes, and a large build (not fat, but thick). He looked concerned at the moment.
"I'm sorry about that. He ran out before I could catch him. Let me help you up," he offered. He yanked me up with one hand. Damn, he was strong.
"Thanks," I said.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured him. "I was just surprised. I've never seen you or Rocky before. I would have remembered?" I said. Yep, definitely would have remembered a hot guy like you.
"I just moved in the other day," he answered. I remembered a moving truck outside, but didn't think much of it. People were always moving in or out of here.
"Cool. My name's Rob, by the way. I live in number 4," I told him. I extended my hand. He grasped it.
"Marco," he replied with a sexy smile. We held the handshake a little longer than necessary as we looked into each other's eyes. Finally we let go. Reluctantly on my part. "And you've already met Rocky," he added. I looked down at the cute Husky.
"We're old friends," I joked.
"Sorry, again. He's a little too friendly sometimes," Marco said.
"No problem. His tongue bath was refreshing," I said. We both laughed. "So do you have other roommates besides Rocky," I asked.
"Nope, just the two of us. I just broke up with my boyfriend and needed to get a new place," he explained.
"Sorry to hear that," I said, not sorry at all. So he was gay too. Nice.
"It's cool. It was time to move on, ya know," he said. We locked eyes again.
"Definitely. So, welcome to the building," I said breaking the tension.
"Thanks. Well, I gotta take Rocky out for a walk. It's too hot in my apartment. I hope to see you around, Rob," he said. He smiled again. Then he and Rocky made their way out the door.
"Nice meeting you," I said as I admired his ass. Very nice. I made my way up stairs to my apartment. The moment I stepped inside it felt like I was in a furnace. I quickly peeled off my clothes until I was naked. I looked down and saw I was half-hard too. Meeting Marco had an effect on me. I thought of him as I lay down on my bed and slowly slid my hand down to my crotch...
The next day was Saturday. I had the day off work. The temperature had gone up to the 90's. Despite having all of the windows open in my apartment it was still sweltering. Not even a bit of a breeze was coming through. I had to get out. Maybe a walk down to Fisherman's Warf would help. It had to be cooler by the water. Just as I was headed out my front door I noticed a smell coming from the kitchen. Ugh. Last night's takeout was stinking up the trash. It had to go out before I left. The back door to my kitchen, and everyone else's in the building, leads out to a stairwell and down to the trash bins. When you walk out my back door you're immediately looking down at the back door of apartment 1. Marco's apartment. His backdoor was wide open. Another opportunity to chat with him and ogle his body, I thought. As I came down the steps and peered in his door I saw that his kitchen was empty. Oh well. But then Marco suddenly walked into the kitchen. He saw me and jumped a little.
"Oh, shit, I wasn't expecting to see anyone," he said. Obviously he was not since he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. My eyes scanned his entire body. He looked even better half-naked. Hot muscular chest with some dark hair lining it, nice arms, hairy legs, a bit of a belly (but so what), and a promising bulge in those boxers.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I was just taking out my trash," I said. I tried to keep eye contact, but my eyes kept going downwards.
"It ok. It was so hot in here, I couldn't keep my clothes on," he said with a grin. Thank God for this heat.
"I know the feeling," I said. I realized that I was still holding a smelly bag of trash. I threw it over the railing and luckily it landed in one of the trash bins below.
"Do you want some water? I just stocked the fridge," he said.
"Sure. Sounds great," I replied. I stepped into his kitchen. It was just like mine except he had a better IKEA table, I noticed. Marco handed me a cold bottle of water from the fridge. I took a swig. The liquid felt great going down my throat. For a second we just stood there sipping water and staring at each other. My eyes drifted downwards again. Interestingly Marco hadn't made an effort to cover up. I could see the beads of sweat slowly gliding down his chest, past his belly, and into his full boxer shorts. Snap out of it. Don't be pervy. Make small talk. "Uh where's Rocky?" I asked, realizing my furry friend wasn't around.
"He's with my ex. It sounds weird, but we're sharing custody of him. He gets this weekend," he explained.
"No, not weird at all. So do you miss him? The ex I mean," I questioned.
"A little, but we weren't meant to be. At least we can be friends. But I kinda miss..." he trailed off.
"What?"
"Nah, I shouldn't"
"Say it. What do you miss?" I implored.
"The sex," he admitted. We locked eyes. "I haven't had any in a month. And this heat makes me so damn horny, ya know." I exhaled. Hell yes.
"I know exactly what you mean. The heat just....stirs it up," I said. It was definitely go time.
Suddenly his lips were on mine. I opened my mouth and his tongue went inside, aggressively kissing me. I quickly set my bottle of water on the counter top. Then I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him closer. His back was slick with sweat. I held it tight feeling his muscles as our tongues continued to dance around. Meanwhile our crotches were mashed together. I could feel the heat pouring out of his bulge. I wanted it. But first I wanted to explore the rest of him. I broke the kiss so that I could lick down his chest. I rubbed my face in the mass of wet hair until I found one of his nipples. I licked and bit it. Marco moaned. He was enjoying the nip play. I went to the other one and gave it the same treatment. I noticed a musky smell. It was coming from his pit. I wanted in there too. I quickly raised his arm.
"Yeah, lick my pit, man," he urged.
I began licking and tasting his hairy pit. I soon had his funk all over my face. Marco pulled me up and kissed me again. He tasted himself on my lips. Our tongues wrestled. We were devouring each other. But I still hadn't gotten to his cock. I pushed him away and sank to my knees. He looked down at me, waiting. His boxers were tented obscenely and a wet spot had formed on the front. I yanked them down. A fat 8 inch uncut cock sprung out with a string of precum drooling out of the piss slit. I caught it with my tongue before it hit the floor. It was sweet. I skinned back his foreskin with my lips and worked my way down his dick. I could only take half at first. Marco moaned above me. I gave him what he wanted, sucking up and down. I took inch after inch. Finally I was able to get the whole thing down my throat, but only for a few seconds before I had to take it out. I gasped for air, proud of my accomplishment. Marco's cock bobbed in my face. I decided his balls needed some attention. They were big, full, and hairy. I took one in my mouth, rolling it around. Then the other. My nose was in his taint. It had the same musky smell as his pits. I took a big whiff. I licked my way back to his cock and swallowed again. This time Marco grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down on it.
"Deep throat it again," he ordered. I would do anything for him at this point. So I breathed through my nose as he fucked my mouth. He grunted as he took my throat. I held on tight to his legs. Finally I had to pull away. I panted and looked up at Marco. His eyes were glazed over with lust. He reached down and yanked me up. He practically tore my t-shirt off me, tossing it to the side. Then my shorts came off, taking my underwear with them. We stood naked before each other. Marco spun me around so that I was facing the counter top. He pushed on my back a little to bend me over. Then he dropped to his knees and grabbed my ass cheeks. I peered back to see what he'd do next. He responded by spreading my ass cheeks and diving right in.
"Fuck," I hissed. His tongued darted into my hole. Licking, kissing, and biting a little. He was really making a meal out of it. He almost had his entire face in there. I felt so good. I reached down and grabbed my hard cock. I began to stroke as Marco ate me. Just slowly, though. I didn't want to cum yet. I had to have his cock in me first.
"Fuck me," I begged. Marco pulled out of my ass and got to his feet. He pressed his front to my back. He began to hump me, sliding his cock against my ass. I felt his precum trickle down my crack.
"I'm gonna give it to you," he said. "Wait a second". He left the room. I was left gripping the counter and my cock. I let go so that I could take a gulp of water from the bottle on the counter. Marco returned with a small bottle of lube in his hand. I saw that his dick was already coated with the stuff. He was eager. I turned and saw that his backdoor was still open. I was about to suggest we close it when I suddenly felt a finger slide into my hole.
"Uhhhh," was all that I could get out. Forget the door.
"That's just the beginning, man," he said. Another finger slid in. He was prepping me for the main event. I pushed back on his fingers, opening myself up to him. He finger fucked me, pushing in and out. After a minute he removed his fingers. His cockhead was placed at my backdoor. Marco gripped my shoulder for leverage and slowly entered me. It burned at first. I breathed through it as inch after inch sunk into me. Finally, I felt his wiry pubes on my ass. He was all the way in. He paused, letting me adjust to his invasion. I turned my head and we kissed. Tongues dancing again. He knew I was ready.
He withdrew his cock a little before pushing it back in. Then the rhythm began. In and out. He was building up speed with each stroke, until he began a full on fuck. He grabbed my hips and laid into me. Slamming me into the counter. Pushing in and out of my tight ass. We were grunting in unison. Marco slid his hand up to my head. He pushed me down face first into the counter. Then he really began to pound. Quick hard thrusts. He was hitting my prostate. We were in a frenzy. Fucking hard in that boiling kitchen. Sweat flew off our bodies. We were moaning loudly. Anybody could hear. Or if they came down the back stairs and passed the door they'd have a front row seat. I didn't care. I was enjoying this too much and secretly I liked the idea of being heard or seen. It made my cock harder. It flopped around in the air. Marco pulled out and guided me onto his nearby kitchen table. I reflexively spread my legs wide welcoming him back inside. He replied my shoving his cock back where it belonged.
"Take my cock, Rob" he grunted. I wrapped my legs around him. Taking everything he gave me. He leaned down and kissed me hard. Entering my mouth and ass at the same time. We fucked hard. I could hear the table legs scrape against the floor. The table rocked with us, barely able to support the action on top of it. Marco nailed me. Harder and harder. I dug my nails into his back. We were building towards a climax. He wasn't going to last much longer. Within seconds he yelled as his orgasm overtook his body. I felt his hot cum firing inside. Six, seven, and finally eight spurts. His body shook on top of mine as his orgasm subsided. He buried his face into my neck, breathing hard. After a moment he rose up. He was still inside me. I glanced down at my still hard cock. He got the hint and wrapped his left hand around my meat. He stared intently at me as he stroked.
"Cum for me," he implored. That's all it took. I arched my back and began to shoot. My hot cum landed on his chest and mine. I moaned as it shot out of me. Fuck, that felt good. By now Marco's cock had come out of my hole. It was still half-hard though. Maybe another round in a few minutes. For now he fell back on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him again. We were a mess of sweat and cum. It was so fucking hot.
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