What I did last summer, when I came home and found an offensive lineman lifting weights in my living room.
I walk into our apartment and hear you grunting somewhere to the side. I follow the sign and find you on your back, lifting weights. You are wide and barrel-chested, wearing a t-shirt and some mesh shorts. Your thighs strain the material, your shirt is lifted just about your belly button, a few wisps of hair can be seen as your chest heaves with every push. You see me and put the weight done, run over to hug me. We begin to kiss. You let me run my hands wherever i want. I am gripping your ass, I'm kneading your back muscles, i'm running my fingers through your sweaty hair.
I get a hardon. You notice. You get down on your knees and release me from my pants only to capture me with your mouth. Eventually with your throat. You always call me a challenge, something you want to win and so your throat no longers has a problem. You keep me in there for as long as I want and I casually stroke myself through your opening while you look up at me. You look like the happiest guy in the world.
Eventually, you let me go. You know the drill. You walk over to the bedroom, i follow you, my hardon following your sexy butt move in those shorts. You find the bed and bend over the edge. You know i'm watching you, you know it only makes me grow bigger and bigger. You crawl up on to the bed, lay on your stomach with your hands on your sides, face buried in the sheets. You reach back and pull your shorts down, exposing your jock-framed buns.
They are wide and full, shapely and I get to watch them all as you shimmy out of your shorts, face still down against the sheets. Finally they are off and your legs spread. You spread them wide and lift your hips off the bedspread. You are giving up an offering to the one that owns you. You put your hands back down on your side and flex the ass a bit, pushing it upwards as your legs spread.
You finally lift your face up from the bed and say "Its all yours. I'm all yours. Whatever you want."
I chuckle and kick off my pants. I walk up to the bed and put my hands on you. The milky-white skin is soft under my hands. I feel the little hairs shiver under my fingers and you moan into the bed. Your legs spread wider, giving me more access. I smile, "I never have to ask for anything with you. I like that." You respond back, your head coming off the bed. "I aim to please." Head goes back down, and my fingers make their way up your thighs to feel your fleshy buns, squeezing and feeling.
I love the way they give just enough against my hands. Firm without being hard, plump without being fat. Just big enough that my hands can just cover the breadth of each bun. I get up on my knees and slap my thickness against your crack. You moan again as your ass reaches to grab it.
"Open", I say. You react quickly, reaching back and spreading your buns. I place the full length of my thickness right along your hole. "Get to work." Your hands go back to your side and you work to squeeze my thickness with your buns. I know this is one of your favorite things to do, to feel me long against the length of your asscrack and feel me thick between your buns. You squeeze its length, feel it pulse back and squeeze it some more. I play along, moving it up and down.
You move your ass in time. I lean back and enjoy the view. I love how only your buns move. I like the way your hands lie calmly at your sides, the sheets getting warm against your face while you grimace in concentration. You are focusing on only one thing, me between your buns, pulsing and growing. Those powerful thighs keep you up, the broad back shines with sweat and your powerful shoulders burrow into my sheets. My hands are everywhere, feeling, squeezing, testing all that powerful flesh waiting for my next move.
I pull back and hear you groan. I don't let you wait much as i peel back my foreskin and press my cockhead against your hole. Your sweat mixes with my precum and it numbs your hole into submission. I feel myself slide in, intense hit against the point of my dick, growing outward across the entire head and down the first inch or so. You like perfectly still as my hands trace across your broad back down to your crack and around to your thighs.
I feel your heartbeat in the heat surrounding my cockhead. I move it a hairsbreath around, feeling your opening stretch and pulse around me. You are breathing hard, I can see your back muscles work with every breath, i can see your belly grazing the bed, hanging low and soft. Still you don't move, still you lay there, ass up and plugged with my cockhead.
"All the way." I say and before the words are out you are pushing back. You push back until it all slides inside you. I feel the heat race down me, into my crotch, into my thighs. You are growling and shaking, your hole quivering as i demand that it opens for me. Your hands are still at your sides, your face still down, but your ass has done well.
But not well enough.
"I said all the way." You let out a loud moan, take in a breath and reach back, spread your buns and push back further than you did before. I feel your hole right up against my curly hairs. "Not bad, show me that you have it all." With that, your buns spread further and I feel it, a quick squeeze across my base. Thats your hole, giving me proof, squeezing me and demanding attention. "Thats good, now its my turn." You let go of your buns and they squeeze together against me. Your hands lay back at their places and you say "Yes. Whatever you want."
Later, after you've gotten on your back and stared into my eyes while I long-dicked your hole, after you've been on your side and guided me back inside you deep, after you've sat on it and smiled while it pulsed deep inside, after i've put you back on your stomach and pounded you as you grunted your "thank yous" in time with my fullest penetration, after all of that you are back on your knees, looking up at me like the happiest guy in the world.
You are nibbling and suckling on my head, hungering for the whole shaft, but knowing that this is what i want. I'm getting close looking at you nibbling and suckling, waiting for my signal, waiting for permission to do more. I like to make you wait, I like to get close and tell you to stop, slap against your face, watch you open up. You always act like you are going to finally get it, but then I say "No", and you go back to sucking on the head. Eventually, I can wait no longer, I feel myself getting close, and don't say no, i feel it start to tingle inside me somewhere down deep. Its a stream, its a river, its an avalanche, a hurricane, an earthquake. Its coming out of me, causing me to tense up, its about to all blow.
My last words before it all shatters are "take it all." My last view before it all goes white is you hungrily taking me deep, your throat accepts it all. I don't need to tell you that this is your reward, your eyes looking up at me while your lips grind into my crotch tells me that you already know.