THE PET SITTER by Mike Austin
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No sooner had we hit the bedroom door than Bob gave me a huge bear hug, hoisted me off the floor and walked me to the edge of the bed, dropping me like a bundle of laundry. In no time my shirt was tossed and legs up, shorts off and I stretched out naked under this man's gaze. He now began to strip and grinned doing so; knowing full well how much his strip tease was turning me on!!! My mouth watered as his upper torso was exposed, recalling the taste of sweat on his pecs. His boots and socks off and that open fly made a tempting package for this oral bottom. I wanted to slide on the floor and suck his toes, lick his furry feet, all the while tugging off his jeans, but didn't. I remained hypnotized at the view of Bob as he climbed from his clothes like a grizzly bear emerging from his Winter den. As he balanced to step one leg at a time from his jeans and boxer briefs, the furry leg muscles flexed and teased, then stood naked before me, legs slightly shifted apart, that glorious cock swinging forward and the heavy sack of jewels hanging low from his torso like periods below and exclamation point !! He climbed on me, encircled his arms under me and pressed his weight atop me, shifted my thighs apart and settled in place, all the while working his tongue deeper in my mouth, exploring and teasing my throat. My mouth suction on his expert tongue, increased the sensation. I hoped to give him, near the pleasure he was delivering me.
In a flash Bob worked me face down into my fresh linens, shifted my legs wide, arched a pillow underneath my lower torso and spread me wide with his powerful hands and arms, pressing my trench apart exposing my throbbing muscle ring. The anticipation ramped me higher when I felt Bob's thumbs stretch my ring and tease it. He gently probed me, withdrew, then pressed in further, withdrew over and over until he saw the wet muscle knot pleading for more. My face was buried in another pillow as Bob manhandled me for his pleasure. His kisses at the small of my back caused me to arch up and that's when I felt his beard stubble brush my inner thighs and warm tongue explore the swollen ring between my groin joints. I sucked in air, a gasp, then another as his tongue probed my hole as it had my mouth and throat. My moans grew a bit louder and deeper with each manipulation of my ring and the muscles within. I felt my walls heat up in need and passion. He shifted a bit then felt his swollen head press my ring, teasingly, then press more firmly, his mouth went to the back of my neck as he pressed in this time, pausing then pressing deeper and deeper. Instinctively, I arched my back, giving Bob a deeper "row to hoe" and he met each move of mine with a thrust of his awesome cock. I loved the fullness of this man as he took control of my passions, my needs and I surrendered to his quest and pure masculinity. His rhythmic fuck began, slowly at first diving deep, pausing, withdrawing and then repeating the steps that were taking me to a new level of building orgasm. The hard dick in my soft walls worked magic and my nerve endings responded to the intensifying fuck. I loved the sensation of Bob on top of me, taking control, actually using me for his passion and need. I was in control of my life, at work and gladly submitted to this man's dominance and passion. He rode me, literally, up and down the degrees of passion and near-orgasms, repeatedly. He moved his hands to my shoulder blades pressing me in place, keeping me in position; often biting the back of my neck, shoulder, ears as do sharks and big cats when they breed. I met each move of his to heighten the scene. His passion grew as did the speed of his fuck. "Now Now NOW" he moaned then yelled and felt him blast his hot cumload slick in me..He fell panting on top of me and it was that last grunt and fall on my back that triggered my own orgasm beneath my torso. "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh" he whispered in my ear as I emptied my own balls on the fresh linens. I knew his dick felt my muscles spasm deep inside. My muzzled moans in the pillow, told the rest of the story. Our panting slowly subsided and Bob stood up, swatted my right glute and announced "shower time boy". I turned sideways and smiled, stood and led My Man to the shower. My ass ached and was profoundly slick from the cum volume Bob had pumped in me. "Remind me of the last time you came there My Man Bob" I questioned? "Uh, let me think" he grinned back. We stood in the array of hot water showerheads, wrapped together and kissed longingly. Soon enough, the soap bar made its way to my right hand and I was lathering up the man that could be Mr. Right. I loved the way his fur took to the lather action and his cock responded as well. I especially enjoyed soaping of his trench and perineum, scrotum, cock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When it was his turn to lather me, his touch was profound and I drifted into a state of bliss as he tweaked my nips while further exploring my body with the soap bar. We dried off, returned to the kitchen naked, enjoyed some towel snaps to glutes then finally succumbed to dressing before realizing it was almost 2 pm. What had happened to the day I wondered and then, I remembered and smiled, flexed my glutes and settled into that soft memory of Bob in me.
"So what's next on this tour boat, matey" came Bob's chiding query? "Kiddie rides, naw I think you're too old and tall for those" came my retort. "Ice cream" Bob's quick response peeked my interest. He's a kid at heart I reflected and suggested Marble Slab, which got an affirmative nod and grin. "I'll drive cuz I'm behind you" Bob announced, not even admitting that he'd drive because well, he's the GUY, ya know; I thought. We made our way to the island creamery and when I ordered a Sweet Cream shake, he glared my way and ordered the same. No sooner had he placed his order, than I stepped to the register and paid before he could offer any argument. He made a fist at me and proclaimed he'd get me later. I grinned impishly and headed out to climb back in the big F-250. We drove along the Seawall and took in some eye candy. As we neared one of the beach bars, he asked if I needed to hit the head or wanted to get a drink. I declined both. We rode the ferry and made our way to a fairly empty stretch of beach. The waves were crashing, gulls squawking, wind stirred sand and generally the roar echoed the horny nature of the pair of guys inside the cab of the F-250. He leaned over, grabbed my neck and gave me another of those toe curling, glute squeezing type kisses. My dick throbbed hard again. The next thing I knew, the back doors were open and we were stretched out along the bench seat, the outside noise a backdrop to the passion within. This time I took charge. Working my way down his torso, resuming the approach I'd begun back on the couch. I swallowed his hardening cock to the base; milked his dick with my throat and worked back up to his head, before diving back down in his dense pubes. My repeated pump-jack action on Bob's dick produced the cum-geyser I wanted. Holding my head as he fed me his primo slick, I gulped repeated volleys down my throat. We stayed in that position for a good bit before rising, getting settled back in the front buckets and tracing our steps back over the ferry and return to my place. Our chats were light as we made the return trip home and by 6pm asked him if he was ready for supper. He thanked me but declined, claiming an early Monday and I agreed but thanked him for the great day and inquired again about next weekend? "My place and when" he asked? I recapped my usual Saturday morning rituals and we agreed on 10:30. "Plan to stay overnight bud" he directed, then "bring the boys too". With a kiss and wave, Bob backed out of my drive and made his way down the road. "This might be the one" I said to the boys.