***** This is explicit, graphic entertainment. The following erotica involves sexual situations between CONSENTING, ADULT MALES. Please leave if you object to erotic ADULT MALES. This is NOT intended to be viewed by minors--no one under the age of 18/21, so proceeding means you are of legal age in your state or nation. OR you remain solely responsible for the consequences of your actions if you are not of legal age in your area. If you have not yet reached that legal age in your part of the world, then please use your back button to leave now! ***** Leaning against the mortar wall, drenched in sweat from the humidity, the door opened to an empty elevator. As the doors closed, up slung our sweaty arms, almost in unison, and off came our wet shirts. Panting from lust and sweating over each other, we, then, became the most beautiful, romantic male couple you would ever see kissing for 53 floors. Actually, 56 or 57 floors considering we went down a number of parking tiers, but, hell, I lost track how far down we went.
But fuckin' masculine butch men emoting with the most Herculean, tongue-fighting, tongue-sucking kiss.... I mean this was the first time in some six weeks-I guess I didn't lose track of that, but for some 40-plus days-and LONGER nights. Before the game earlier, we were too busy arranging rooms, too busy dropping a huge load up his ass in the restroom... But, at that moment, that kiss was the first time in ALL that time... I was able to express to the person I really love how I feel. I didn't want to take him for granted, but be able to enjoy EVERY second I was blessed to have him in my arms, my lap, my ass. It really matters NOT who we love. If the feelings are mutual, when we are away from that person THAT long, the feelings at reuniting are so indescribable and so fulfilling that my heart and soul was so full at the moment, I could broken down and cried so hard... and he would held me the whole time.
But the less deeper and more sexual side, though, happened!! The merging of two huge male body masses creating a helluva lot of Hot... Passion .... Horny, sweaty manheat ... Can you imagine the manscent we left behind in that small place? But we were moaning so good in that body contact.. shirtless, embracing, humping each other... and the only thing I think he coherently verbalized was that he wanted me inside him all night. I moaned back that THAT could be arranged, considering the night would only be a few more hours, anyway. But even if sunrise was 24 hours away, I'd be still ramming my rod deeper and cumming even harder.
The game going extra innings didn't bother either of us as it was about two by the time we finally made it behind our hotel door. And by 2:00:30, though I doubt it took 30 seconds, we were naked in each other's arms, except for our bulging jocks. We barely had turned the light on when we were sucking on each other's tongues, again, continuing from the elevator our hungry consumption of our respective faces. I fuckin' couldn't get enough of kissing every available spot on his stubble-filled face, his sturdy chin, back to his left ear where my tongue very gently lunged in sending him in orbit.... if his closed eyes and laid back head are any indication. I lingered a minute or two right there waiting for him do his famous moan. He didn't so much do that so much as my tongue bath made his knees weak, apparently, as he buckled a second catching himself on my upper lats and delts.
Lean on me, bud --I silently sung in my soul, as I looked up into his moist eyes focused persistently at me. I almost stopped to ask if he was okay as a few tears streamed down his already-sweaty-wet cheeks, but decided the prudent think to do was be "insensitive." I was, of course, VERY concerned about HIM, but thought to wait to ask what he was feeling during our afterglow, while we held each other between sessions.
So I continued my journey down his solid neck to his lightly-haired, broad shoulders, sliding down a little to chew on the top of his left, vascular bicep. One of his muscles I love chewing on, but those 19-20 inches ARE pure heaven, especially as the happy road to his bountiful pits.
Granted, though, I am glad his cock muscle isn't that big, but it was his arms that first attracted me to him so many years ago when I met him playing second base on an opposing softball team. Being the lead runner one fateful inning, I tried taking him out to prevent him from throwing out my teammate at first. It didn't work, at least not from my -or my team's, point of view. We ended up a hot pile of sweaty bods, me under him. He was on his side, almost laughing, until he REALLY noticed me. Then through the settling dust, his lustful eyes gave himself away, more turned on to what was pressed up against him rather than concerned about my well-being. Jack-ass, I thought, looking pissed at him that day, trying to get up. And the first thing I anchored in on were his biceps. At that time, though, they were about 15 or so, but enough meat on them to get me interested and visa versa. As to not cause people to notice a glitch in my "straightness," I stood quickly but slow enough to dust myself off close enough to his bulging pouched uniform to smell his manmusk. I was hooked. Like one dog -like one horny dawg, following the scent of his mate..and I sorta was. But the deal was closed while watching that beautifully-rugged, defined face and bod move the rest of the game. I did keep feeling his eyes on me, but our next body contact came OFF the field.
But I digress, though, through the years, discovering more about this Man, like the emotion he just felt a few minutes before. It had been THAT long for him, too, to be away from me had its affects even on this strong stud. I was so lucky to have him be so sensitive as well as rough when I needed it and wanted it.
In our various array of body contact this early morning, we had somehow edged our way to the bed. So I quickly heaved the covers back, as he turned off the overhead light and I dimmed down the bedside lamp, pulling him over to the edge of the bed as he strutted closer. The heat from our hairy bods could have ignited this plush hotel room, I thought, and if we rubbed our "sticks" together, we really could start a fire. We almost didn't lights, our bods were illuminating our love nest.
We WERE so hot for each other, it made these last weeks away feel even more torturous, but null and void now sitting on the bed with him standing in between my spread legs and that great smelling jock within a tongue length. He had accumulated a bevy of stains and aromas that I wanted to enjoy, especially from all my cum spewed earlier in the restroom, not to mention him making all that sweat and a river of pre-cum... and all my spit soaking now through for a pre-fun gnaw. In ramming my nose into his jock, I took a deep breath of Man, inhaling this stud as if it were my last breaths. I took a handful of his sweaty, defined ass cheeks, kneading those sweet, athletic buns, while using one of my forefingers to lightly touch his cunt hairs and forest my way to his hot hole.
"Oooo, sheeeet, stud," he moaned, using his strong hands to force my face again into his crotch. "Do you know how long I've wanted this?" his whisper heavy with need for carnal release. "Do you know how long I have waited to see you in only your jock?"
"Yeah," I started, looking up his hairy 4-pack, defined deep cleavage and beefy pecs, too horny to stop my gnawing on his crotch, but I did stop myself from being too sarcastic towards his question, and more understanding, "...about six weeks?" moaning into his jockstrap, making that vibration as I did in the truck. Shit, My Babe really like that!
"Sonfabitch," he lustfully blurted out, passionately clenching my head even tighter, if that was possible, and forcibly thrusting my nose into his jock pouch, again, drying fucking my nose. His increased wetness was way more evident now with only his sexy jock on, inhaling like it was a cure for congested lungs. My tongue becoming a hard, wet lizard, teasing this massive helmet through the mesh.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm... Your aroma, bud, signals you're perfectly ripe for pickin'...and other things!" I informed him, in looking up as much as possible to see how well I was pleasuring him. At that moment, he moaned loudly leaning his head back again on his shoulders. I was almost was waiting for his knees to buckle again.
"Lie back, buddy!" he growled his command, "let me make you glad you're a man," wasting no time manhandling me, flipping me on my back and straddling my abs. I do love it when he manhandles me!!! And I already know why I love being HIS Man!
"Mmmm...........fuuuuuuck!" I groaned again, as he slowly lowered that muscular bod down to my spread quads.
I could see him eyeing his target and lickin' his slightly sun burnt lips for my throbbing, wanton cock. With my back mostly leaning against the bed's backboard, he steadied his weight leaning on my thick shoulders. His knees pressing into the bed on either side of my ripped abs, I reach down to roughly hold the base of my cock for his slide down. He was still so well lubricated, I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head a second, closing almost in relief with that penetrating look, his mouth involuntarily opened as he savored my piston being seductively directed inside his warm manhole. Granted, I support the way he athletic participates naturally in all the sports his loves, especially wrestling, but the reason I love him cycling is the way it has developed that ass and the wonderful muscles that do suck my cock dry every fuckin' time.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
All those squats he does a couple days a week are not only seductive to watch, but gives him the defined dimples on either side of those tanned ass cheeks, making for a wonderful way to grip as I slid up my hot rod deep into his bubble butt. If I seemly went in easy in that restroom reamin,' my cock slid in even easier now, explosively close already!!! I guess not coming for six weeks, or so, tends to sexually open the cum dams. So for both my big head and little head, it was ballistic horny overload, again!!!, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to luxuriate in the moment of being One in THEE more romantic setting with THEE most important Man in my life, now and forever. Amen.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
Talk about making love being spiritual, I thanked God every second of the day for this Gift-of-a-Man now riding me hard and putting me up wet. With the way his ass muscles were so tight and talented, I didn't have to plunge much to have my cum sucked right out of me, sliding into his hole feeling the wet, warm, velvety walls of his hole, stretching ... gripping ... milking my cock. Made it all the more special when flexing quads and calves pushed his cunt up and down my cock's shaft. My Man's wonderful ass is my cum dumpster and definitely NOT a plain butt hole, but was like fuckin' THEE most moist (female) pussy. To the point, that I gave up jacking off-though the last six weeks have been HARD, so to speak--- for saving ALL my manjuice for lubricating both his wonderful manholes. Inside of him, pushing his prostate to new boundaries, edging him to explosions of cum and moans that are fuckin' sensuous in themselves.
As thick as I grow from being so turned on, it's no wonder my cum burst out of his ass like it does. It was no problem to have started slow, building to a crescendo, seducing that fuckhole, but never have we experienced a fuck like that, even though we had been fuck buds all these years. At that moment, it was simple mind-blowing.... Simply cock-blowing..... and what load amounts! But, damn, what a feeling it was to spew my HOT, thick cum inside his ass.... every time I can have him! Seed him with my baby batter --or jock batter, as he calls it-- making it all the more complete. Our hot, horny bods being one together, my cock sliding in and out of his steamy manpussy, personally made for me... fuller and deeper, and from such a beautiful hunk of a hulk.
Like a dam pressured by water, there was no room for my river of cum except to drain out his juicy, delicious hole. Both of us being fit, non-smoking, non-drinking jocks, it was like playing in pure-white, liquid snow. Then, for the enjoyment of my tongue, turn his beefiness around and sit on my face, felching and feasting our manliness out of that sweaty, luscious crack.
"Shit, we taste damn good together," I moaned to him, after he pulled off my dick and turned around to straddle my lips and tongue. With fingers of both hands, I spread his newly fucked ass lips further apart. I have always been one who appreciates the creampies of Man: tasting MYself on his ass lips after cumming inside. Now, like a water fall, our juices together were spilling down and giving me a facial. Like a trout swimming upstream to mate, my tongue was doing some mating of its own, blasting through all the cum to make my mate's ass feel his best. Make HIM feel like the REAL man that he is. My tongue, though, seemed to have had a mind-of-it's-own, curling around each strand of hair and savoring it like it was the last his body would produce. His hairs were so long in and around that crack, I could almost floss and rim at the same time. THAT was a slow tongue bath that netted its rewards, though.
When I was convince the river of cum and ass juices had slowed, it was my turn to manhandle him. As he continued to sit on my face, I took my hands to his hips and raised him up far enough to slide out from underneath him. On his haunches surprised to see me in front of him, I push him roughly on his back. As I looked at this wonderful specimen of hairy man, it occurred to me his dripping cock hadn't cum since the restroom scene. He reached for his cock and began to jack as I went back to eating more ass. But during mid-lick, I reached up, gently pushed his hand away and roughly told him THAT was mine. Leaning up taking that wrist from his right arm, then the wrist of his left arm, I slung both heavy, muscular arms above his head, staring hungrily into the dreamiest blue eyes, his raven black buzz military cut hair was dripping with his mansweat, looking so fuckin' sexy and hot. Without a word, I couldn't resist but to dive, this time, into his left pit. Equal time, ya know!
Unlike the 'meal' I had in the truck, THIS time, though, I enjoyed all his hairs more relaxed. From just below his elbow to his inside the pit and to the lower part of his pit to the mass of fur that explodes out his pits down and spread onto his thick pecs, into his cleavage, down into lower chest and abs, trailing into a massive thicket of pubes. But I savored him very, very sensuously and seductively. I fuckin' could not get enough of dousing my hot lips and hard tongue in his pit's manliness while I began a rough assault on his left nip. Being I knew that was his most sensitive of his two, dark quarter-size nips, I went to lightly torturing his now- firm tit. Like a small, rigid dick. It's so sexy, especially earlier when we were at the game, to see those solid mounds of turned-on flesh protruding up and erect when he's wearing light, tight T's or Polos, but to have them now pinched in-between my thumb and forefinger-using my thumbnail to do some grinding, with his sweaty bod squirming and sliding against mine.... Now that's even better!! I took my time licking and feast and pinching, until I trailed my tongue down to that nip and began lightly biting, igniting a scream of pleasure that probably woke the neighbors.
"Ooooooooooooooh, fuck, Babe!" his voice hoarse from being so turned on, "that feels so fuckin' good, stud!" I didn't bother looking at him but bit him harder and he groaned deeper. I could feel his chest vibrate as he called me a 'fucker' over and over and over, pushing my head further down onto his swollen nip.
"Fuck me, stud! Fuck me! Breed me! NOW!" as he pushed down on my upper lats, "I fuckin' need you, again, in me soooooo deep! Please!!"
It almost sounded like he was in pain, but I knew the pain was sexual need, but that plead was so guttural, but a fuckin' turn on. I didn't need to look at my cock to know it was drippin' with anticipation. You don't need to convince me twice to send some more seed inside that beefy ass. I knew that nip was HIS button to touch so in one conquering motion, my muscular arms forced his quads and legs up against his chest as far as they would go, allowing me the deepest penetration of my tongue. His whole bod is, to me, one big, 24/7, lovemaking, pleasure-palace of a sexual cum-eruption. Clothes or no clothes, he never stops turning me on. Both sexually and emotionally, he is a fuckin' HOT stud! Getting me hotter and hornier was touching.... feeling.... kneading his hairy quads. Geez, I love that massive fur coat on his chest, but, damn, I love his hairy quads and the thick forest of pubes, with all its naturally masculine musk streaming off and driving my nose crazy. I'm glad we left off the room's air conditioner. I, again, do love that locker room smell while making love.
But it was time to conquer and, again, breed this Man. At that particular moment, after these intimate, horny hours with him, and right now having made it back to tasting our manly juices mixed together within this fine, hairy bowl, I can tell you was, as usual, Mmm! Mmm! Good to the last drop. Like whipped cream on a sundae, but a thick river of drops are about to flow again. So I licked the upper part of his crack and watch him watch me, reaching to hold my hand. My mind went into romantic overload. How cool to be so connect to another soul... THIS stud!... in this way? Maybe it stopped being all-about sex years ago, and started to be about making love, but not being with him physically for so long, THESE last few hours have been nothing more than a matter of animalistic lust. It's like we had loads of cum stuck in our bull-balls that we just had to get rid of regardless if it was in a baseball stadium's restroom or in a testosterone-laden king size bed. The neat thing about it that fulfilled my soul was we both felt that there was only one other man we wanted, needed, desired and who would understand those needs. THAT man we felt so comfortable with, NOTHING was off-limits.
Now laying there in between his beefy, furry legs I could enjoy all his aromas cumming from his bod. That's one of the reason I like him in that position. Not only did he look terrific, but tasted excellent. The wonderful sweat and aroma cumming from his balls and the accumulation of body moisture between his balls and ass made my cock harder again. My cock had that pleasurable-pain feeling, ya know? Almost like blue balls, but my six shooter swelled enough to take off in orbit, the already vascular thickness wanting to burst his boundaries.
Another reason I liked him in this position was I am able to feel his strong, thick cock when I wanted to, the thick snake-like veins at that moment were about to pop out of his meaty shaft. But if I had wanted to, I could suck it and lick his manliness. To be able, as I was doing, to reach up, while tongue-wetting his ass hole and thick hairs, and took his juicy-huge, shaved balls and squeezed them hard. I watched up over his pecs as he arched his back in self-defense and his dark stubble winced in pleasure, enjoying me bubbling up his manjuice in those egg-size nuts. I clutched them with my thumb and forefinger and pulled harder till he moaned loudly enough to vibrate the walls. I just didn't want to pleasure him too much, though, as I wanted him to sexually suffer for a little while longer, edging him naturally to the point of no return.
It wasn't much effort, though, to spread his ass lips apart after my thickness had just had a fuck-athon for this last hour and, ultimately, fucking-a-ton of more cum in him. So much manjuice, but it was just the way he loved it: Long sessions of rough, raw, and cum hard and cum!! Our bodies turned on for each other's sweat and inner-mixing of drying cum, never tiring of each other's touch or feel, wanting to do nothing more than satisfy each other's horny needs.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....
......feeling his body squirming in ecstasy from my tongue being so far and so warmly inside him. His moans got louder, which I love, as I continued savoring my great tasting cum and the sweet, saltiness of his sweat, digging my tongue deep into his hole, running all around his ass--and the rest of my sweaty, wanting bod, were in total hairy heaven. My Man's deep groans signaled his enjoyment of my intentionally rubbing my 5:00 shadow-now in its 10th hour, on his ass, as he reached his hand down with free hand to sensually touch my head. I've grown to like that touch from him. It keeps us connected as I do what I love to do!
I watched up his massive chest, his strong, tanned face, eyes closed. It was almost like he had passed out in horniness. I rubbed my forefinger once up and down the outside of his still-dripping crack. I was still amazed, though, through all that fantastic hair, the tip of my forefinger found the opening. As I teased the opening, his moans of approval sent chills up my spine.
As I spread his legs apart to make room for my body so we can enjoy a long kiss--without warning--my twisted middle finger raced forbiddingly inside his ass. Before I even got to lay on top of him, his zenithal manpole pulled the trigger again and again, without either of us touching it, which is what I wanted. This time, those strings of white cream jetted up spewing into the sweaty pecs, lubricating my hard nips.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Woof! Ya gotta love that.... Feeling his yummy cum trickling down my chest, I looked downward into some very smiling and glistening eyes. As his heavy breathing slowed, he pulled me down for that kiss! A Stud after my own heart for uninhibited, athletic fucking, abundant chest fur mating with dense chest hair, for the most wettest, inner-connecting kiss that made bells go off in both my heads. So my still-harden --now almost sore cock, knew of only one place it wanted to be. It's like it has a mine of its own, but that goes without saying, as we were so wet from all those fantastic manmade body fluids, he spread his quads and lifted his ass just enough that, without missing a beat, I pushed down and propelled my battering-ram stoutly back within his tight ass. My pre-cum juices allowing me just enough to slither my tube snake incisively into MY paradise. A low, loud and long moan chimed out in unison, but at that point, I decided THAT was the only way to go... powerful kissing and fierce fucking using only the most natural of lubricants. And if we didn't make the other two ball games this weekend, what the hell? THIS is where I wanted to be!!!
If the wives only knew, I thought, "crawling" (back) inside my Man!
***** Any resemblance to these characters--living or dead--is completely coincidental. And these studs are living in an IDEAL world (partly because they're married men, but monogamous to their fuckbuds). If / when you play, play often, but please play safe. Copyright 2003. JockCeman. All Rights Reserved *****