The Breakup Sex
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The year has been... tumultuous to say the least. The ex became a vindictive bitch and embarked on a malicious, vile, life-destroying voyage.
For weeks, I've barely touched my cock. It lays soft and snug in my briefs, wondering if I'll ever let it feel the warmth of a lubed hole again. Occasionally, I wake up to a stiffy, but most times, I make coffee, put emotional distress aside and begin my laborious day.
Then Ethan slid into my DM's.
Back in the pandemic, we'd fucked in a sauna in Austria. From what I remember, his arse was perfect; round and firm, just enough fur to stir me into action, and a clean, delicious centre that enveloped my eager cock with glee.
"Hey mate...you about?"
My instant reaction, was no. My heart was still healing, and the ex was still ringing.
But as I was about to delete the message, my rock-hard cock screamed, "STOP!".
I wanted to work, to stuff my face with something sugary and plan some drinks to forget for later that evening.
As I sat my desk, the awareness that my cock would not go down; he would not be silenced this time. He stirred, he leaked precum and he strained, trapped in my jeans knowing that he needed to take drastic action to get... action.
I felt the precum oozing. I knew that I had to do something, so I got up and went to the bathroom, intending to knock one out.
However, my fingers unlocked my phone instead, as though propelled by my ever-hard dick.
"Flip?" I asked, wondering why I was doing this, when I knew I had no intention of doing it.
Even as I got into the shower, and prepared for a potential meet, I believed I didn't have the strength, courage or emotional strength to fuck another guy yet.
Regardless, I prepared myself. Dried off, got dressed, put on aftershave -- a thing I hadn't done in quite some time -- and continued a conversation with Ethan.
When he sent his cock pic, I grabbed my keys. Or rather, my dick made do it.
Ethan was staying close-by, and it took minutes for me to reach his temporary lodgings.
At the buzzer, his voice thrilled me. Inside the lift, my dick danced for joy.
Ethan, 175cm tall, gave me a beautiful smile that melted my heart. His eyes, so blue and so focused, fucked me before I could even say `hey'.
Blondes have always been my thing, and this fine man turned out to be exactly what I needed.
"Coffee?" he asked, meaning that he wanted to get me naked immediately.
"No thanks," I said, suddenly as eager and ready to do this as he was. "You look good," I added, then leaned up to give him a kiss.
As our lips touched, his arms slid around me as easily as he'd slipped into my DM's. That warm hug, those thick, juicy lips melted into mine.
I'd barely been there thirty seconds, and we embraced like regular lovers.
That kiss was amazing.
I'd spent so long wondering if I'd ever kiss someone again, that I never even considered the fact that not only would I, but that I'd fucking love it.
This guy knew how to kiss. His tongue was insistent and passionate. It knew how to unlock a frigid mouth. That warm, delicious tongue pushed against mine and obliterated all resistance.
His toned and defined body pushed against mine; his rock-hard cock screaming against his jeans to play with my eager accomplice.
While Ethan held me firmly against him with one arm, his other hand slid down and unbuttoned me like a pro. The zip just flew open and suddenly his warm hand was in my underpants and wrapped around my cock.
I nearly shot my load there and then.
`Naked nuns' I repeated to myself, trying to think of my former schoolteachers naked. Those old spinsters had a habit of keeping me soft.
I responded instinctively by doing the same to him. I unbuttoned his fly and felt his thick, hard dick in my hand. It was warm and it was wet from precum.
I'd sucked it for so long that time we met in the sauna, but never had I had it in my butt.
I was both thrilled and excited, and a little unsure I'd go through with it.
Somehow, as though teleported, we swayed across the room in our embrace, kissing the entire time, losing an item of clothing as we went. His t-shirt vanished, his jeans slid off, then mine. In seconds, having never lost touch of his tongue, we were on the bed naked.
Only then did I take a second to look him over, stroking that light fur on well-defined pecs, watching his legs slightly open and that fucking dick just waiting to be swallowed.
He slid on top of me and pressed our cocks together, gyrating and melting into me while we kissed passionately. Occasionally, we'd open our eyes and stare at one another; a tiny smile, eyes filled with yearning and total abandon.
In those seconds, I knew he'd do whatever he wanted to me.
I'd forgotten how much I liked this guy.
I pushed him off and got on top, rubbing myself against him, again thinking of something other than what we were doing so I wouldn't cum straight up.
But it was too late. I shot my load between our bellies as our dicks pressed and we kissed.
He looked down as I lifted up, both shocked at what happened.
Ethan looked disappointed... "Oh no..." he began.
But he'd forgotten my superpower it seemed.
"I cum multiple times, remember?" I said, then returned to kissing him.
He did remember, because when I opened my eyes I saw his were both relieved and happy.
I wanted to kiss his neck, lick his ears, go back to his warm mouth and lick his tongue gently, then move back to his ears, his lobes, his neck, his mouth again, then further down I licked and kissed his chest. That soft fur; those delicious, perfect pecs. His nipples tasted good and goosebumps appeared as I licked around them and sucked on them.
I tasted my own jizz as licked past his belly and down into his clippered pubes. That thick foreskin; so ripe and so went from his precum and my load, did not wait.
He pushed it up towards my eager mouth and I slid my mouth around it.
The foreskin opened all the way and the head of his cock slid softly into my mouth, pulsating and promising to give me my vitamin shot if I continued.
His balls were perfectly shaved, and I licked them, sucked them, swallowed one ball at a time and nibbled on his sack as he groaned.
I sucked his cock, I moved up and I licked his pecs, then his neck, his ears and then our mouths touched again.
Invigoured, he threw me off and got on top and kissed me harder, while his cock again pressed against mine. Then he did to me what I'd just done to him; he sucked my nipples, spent time exploring them, then moved down to my belly, to my unkept bush and suddenly my cock was in his mouth.
Within seconds, I exploded again.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed. He looked up, confused. As though that look had a question.
I smiled, letting him know that was just round two. There were more where that came from.
When I'm turned on by a guy enough, I can hit 5 times. I've hit 6 a couple times. My goal in life is to shoot my load in one session 7 times.
I once filled my ex with so much cum, he wasn't able to hold it in for more than a minute.
We made love.
And I mean... LOVE.
This wasn't sex; this was a connection that I rarely make with random guys.
I'd forgotten how much I liked this guy. I'd been so preoccupied with the psychotic ex that I'd begun to believe that I'd never feel this way again about another man.
Ethan sensed this and wrapped his arms around me as he kissed me.
Without asking me, he reached over and grabbed lube. He leaned back and I watched his beautiful face; manly body and stiff cock analyse me as he lubed himself up.
He put a bit in my butt and put the lube away.
Then he lay on top of me again, kissing me while expertly pushing my legs open and sliding his dick down.
The size of it scared me.
"Slow..." I started.
He shut me up with a kiss, and when I opened my eyes, his were kind and respectful. He knew what I'd been threw and I'd already told him my ex's dick had been small.
I felt that head push into me and I kissed him, letting my eagerness and the passion relax me.
It surprisingly worked.
As he pushed that thick cock in, I felt it slide inside effortlessly. He paused, watched my face, kissed me more than slid it in further.
It didn't take long, considering it had been weeks since I'd been fucked.
All the way in, he found the sweet spot. He lay on me; he kissed me, and he angled himself so that my thighs were on either side of him as he began to fuck me.
That feeling of a thick, hard dick inside you when you're kissing someone, cannot be described.
It slid in and out, slowly at first, while he kissed my neck and licked my ears. He kissed my mouth with each slow thrust. The eagerness in his eyes, that smile on his face of absolute ecstasy was motivation enough for me to fully embrace him.
My legs went around his back, and I pushed him in all the way, as deep as he could go.
"Oooooh," he moaned, then kissed me more. Each thrust he kissed me and licked me and played with my nipples. I knew I'd cum soon again.
He stopped and made a sound. At first, I was confused, then I realized he'd nearly cum.
Not as able as I am to shoot multiple times, he was like most; one big, explosive shot.
When he pulled out, he lay beside me, and I got on top.
It was my turn.
Being a bottom was fairly new to me, but being a top was what I excelled at.
As I kissed him, the combination of lube, sweat and cum between us, I slid down and reached for more lube.
I put enough on and for him, tossing the bottle because it had served it's purpose.
When I lay on him, my dick slid down and without any preamble, without any delay, it went right to his hole like an expert and pushed in and stopped.
"Ah..." he began, that first feeling when it enters can be a shock, then you relax and then you open more.
I could feel his tight hole welcome me, so I pushed in a little more, coming in for big, sloppy wet kissed each time I pushed it in.
Within seconds, I was all the way in and as I had done to him, his muscular furry legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me all the way in.
He wanted it harder than I liked it, so I obliged. I pushed my dick all the way into him, then half pulled out, then rammed it back in.
Each time he sighed in ecstasy, and each time I repeated it. I kissed him, I fucked him, and I shot my load two more times. Each time he looked at me, wondering if that had been my last. But each time I kissed him, and without pausing I continued to fuck him.
That last kiss, as I felt him throbbing against my belly, as I knew that final load -- my sixth -- was ready, was intense. He looked into my eyes while he kissed me. Those blue beacons letting me know that the feeling was mutual.
He moaned out loud as he suddenly exploded. His body went tight; he went rigid, squeezing me into him with his arms and legs, as I thrust my last load deep into his body.
I could feel it explode all the way inside, with a ferocity of a hurricane.
We kissed as we both blew a fucking massive load and then I collapsed on top of him, exhausted and completely fucked.
We spent minutes laying like that, with me on top panting, and he caressing my head and kissing my neck. Both regaining our breathing.
Then he kissed me passionately again, with a tongue that wanted more.
But we both knew we were done.
And there was always another day.
Eventually, I slid off and put my hand into his.
"I needed that." Was all I could say while panting.
He nodded. "Me too.
Then he added, "Let's do it again."
I nodded with a smile. Not feeling the guilt, I thought I would. Nor the anxiety I thought had been inevitable.
As I got up to leave, refusing a shower I knew I could have at home, he stopped me. He turned me around and kissed me again.
"Do you fancy a drink?" His eyes pleaded for me to say yes.
I shook my head to say no, and my mouth opened and instead said, "okay."
And so, we did.
Ethan is not only a great lover, but a really lovely guy. A stable job, an intelligent conversationalist and emotionally mature.
Something I'd been missing for a very long time.
I wasn't ready to date, but Ethan told me he wasn't either. He was happy with an ongoing arrangement. It could be a good fuck, drinks, dinner and he even hinted at the occasional sleepover.
I wasn't sure if I'd do any of those with him until I'd fully healed, because I wasn't about to enter yet another person's life with baggage.
But I knew when I left Ethan, that his cock would enter me again.
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