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GIVE IT TO ME STRAIGHT
I watched from the bed as he placed the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the outside doorknob, shut the door and locked the deadbolt. He turned and with a broad smile said, "Now I have you right where you've always wanted me." The anticipation of the moments to come made me giddy.
He ripped the wrapper off the top of the bottle of Reunite he'd bought on our way to the motel. He grasped the cork and with a vigorous tug, pulled the stopper from the bottle. He raised the wine bottle to his lips and took a long drink. When he lowered the bottle his expression turned hard as stone and he fixed me with a stare. "Want some?"
I nodded, saying nothing. He had ordered me not to speak once we were alone in the room.
"Come here!" he commanded and I obeyed without hesitation. "On your knees!"
I knelt before him and he placed a hand on my head and bent it back. He placed the wine bottle against my lips and tipped the bottle. I swallowed every drop he poured into my mouth, savoring the fruity wine on my tongue.
He pulled the bottle away and kicked off his shoes. "Take off my pants!" I reached for his belt but he knocked my hands away. "No hands! Use your teeth!"
I gripped his belt with my teeth as he had commanded. The taste of leather was a complement to the distilled grape flavor of the wine. I pulled my head back and slipped the belt from the loops of his pants, unbuckling it. Then I took the top of the fly in my teeth and jerked my head to unsnap it. It came loose with a jolt and I almost fell backward. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back upright on my knees. I clamped the zipper tongue in my teeth and pulled it down in its tracks.
His open fly was right in front of my face and I could see he had a hard-on that peeked above his briefs. The foreskin was still over the head, but I could see the swollen knob bulging above it. I looked up into his face.
The look was as hard as stone. "What are you waiting for? Suck it!"
He was in complete control. I leaned forward and gently kissed the top of his enlarged dick. I caressed it gently with my lips, increasing the pressure, nuzzling it until I was fully sucking. I heard the swish of the wine bottle and knew he had taken another long drink from it. I licked at that handsome knob with long tongue-strokes, savoring the musky taste of it.
He pushed my head back and I growled in protest. "Shut up!" he said with a whack to the side of my head. "Take my pants down. Use your hands."
I grabbed the top of his jeans and yanked them to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Without a word he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into his crotch once more. It was clear he wanted me to continue the oral foreplay.
He still was wearing his briefs, but his dick was now fully engorged and I could almost swear it was throbbing. His briefs could barely contain the mass of it. I saw that his balls were pressed tight by the stretched briefs. I kissed at them through the fabric, then moved my head to the side so I could lick at them underneath the elastic of his briefs. He spread his legs to accommodate my efforts. I tickled the sides of his balls with my tongue, alternating licks on his inner, muscular thighs. Was he enjoying it? From my limited point of view with my nose in his groin I couldn't tell. I was eager to please him, so I pressed my tongue under his briefs and licked with all the force I could muster.
Another swish of the wine bottle, another long drink. "Take the underwear off with your teeth," he ordered.
I obeyed. I took the waistband near his dick in my teeth and lowered myself to the floor, dragging his briefs down his legs with me. My nose was pressed against his skin and I could smell his masculine scent all the way down his body to the floor. His legs were a football jock's iron-toned limbs. Once I reached the floor, he stepped out of the briefs, then placed a foot on my head, pinning it to the carpet.
"Be careful. You're gonna get more than you asked for," he breathed with a low growl, then released my head, grabbed my shoulders, and lifted me back to my knees. I sat back on my heels to admire the view. His skin was naturally brown, his dick -- a ramrod-straight eight-inch princely prick -- and balls were a darker brown than his skin. His pubic hair was darker than midnight. The dick bobbed slightly stirred by the pulse of blood that had swollen it to sexual readiness. I could feel hunger swell inside me at the sight.
"Open up! Here I come!" he demanded, and thrust his now-free dick against my lips. I opened my mouth to receive him, and he thrust the entire length against the back of my throat. I could feel the foreskin slide back from the knob. I gagged and he laughed. "Choke on it!" and he pulled back, then thrust forward again, pressing his hardness deep into my throat. He shoved several times this way and with each pull-out I sucked on the sliding dick with hungry lust.
Then he pushed me away and I fell to the floor. "Get on the bed. Lie on your back."
I followed his directions. I lay on my back and watched as he removed his shirt. He took another swig from the wine bottle, then came over to the bed. The wine bottle was placed on the nightstand. He got on the bed and straddled my neck, his knees on either side of my cheeks. "Slide down nearer the bottom." I did and he moved with me. His dick in my face was a tease I could barely endure. I felt him move a pillow right above the top of my head. Another swish of the wine bottle, another long drink. Then he leaned forward and pushed his dick past my lips, and all the way into my mouth.
Then he began to fuck my face with long, slow strokes. I sucked and licked at his dick with each movement. I reveled in the feel of the erect love-muscle that stretched my jaws wide to accept it. I reached up with one hand and grasped his hardness so it would slide in my grip. I reached with the other hand behind and between his legs and tickled his balls. The sensation obviously spurred him to hotter passion for his thrusts became deeper and faster. Only my hand wrapped around his dick kept it from all but piercing the back of my throat. He fucked my face with feral intensity and I could only endure the assault until he was satisfied.
I never knew the exact moment he came except for the fact he gave one final thrust and buried the head of his dick in the back of my throat. A warm, saltiness spurted down my throat again and again as his orgasm erupted the juice from his balls. I swallowed again and again, drinking in the essence of his passion. Then, he relaxed, pressing my head against the bed, moving his hips slightly to slide his dick with delicacy inside my mouth. I let it roll on my tongue, cushioning it against my teeth.
I don't know how long we lay that way, but I was at his mercy until he chose to move. I could hear his heavy breathing and feel it through his belly pressed against the top of my head. His groin was pressed against my face and I could feel his rapid pulse. His abdomen was stone-solid -- further evidence of his superb physique. He was sweating rivers and the scent of it aroused me.
Finally, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and rolled over on his back. He was still sporting a raging hard-on as he reached again for the wine bottle. "Keep me hard," he commanded after a swig of wine and spread his legs wide.
I was more than glad to oblige. Starting at the crack of his ass, I gave a long, slow lick up the crack to the underside of his balls which I knew were most sensitive. The lick continued over his balls and on up the shaft of his dick. When I got to the knob I suckled it then plunged his dick deep in my mouth. As I pulled back, I sucked the length of it, letting my tongue caress the shaft. Once more on the knob, I gave a lingering suck and in spite of the fact he'd just come moments before, he arched his hips in response. With a smack of my lips I released my vacuum hold on his knob and performed another long, slow lick down the shaft, over his balls, to the crack of his ass.
I concentrated my sucks and licks on that tasty, sensitive area under his balls as I stroked his dick gently with a free hand. Slow licks, flicks, tongue flutters; I varied the technique but never let up on the stimulation. I had been ordered to keep him hard and I obeyed with abandon.
A final swish of the wine bottle and he drained it dry. "Swing your ass up here, but keep up the mouth work," he demanded. I was puzzled at the directive, but I raised my head and swallowed his dick, using it as a swivel point to maneuver my ass to the top of the bed.
He pulled me over him so that I straddled his chest. He grabbed the waistband of my gym shorts and briefs and slid them off my hips and over my ass. I lifted one leg, then the other as he pulled my shorts free and flung them aside. Then, he placed a hand on my ass and I felt him spread the cheeks apart. What was he up to? Then I felt something cool, wet and hard press against my asshole. The wine bottle! I realized just as he penetrated my asshole with the bottleneck. I gasped at the nearly painful sensation but he continued to slide it inside my asshole till I felt the shoulder of the wine bottle pressed against my asscheeks.
"Just getting you warmed up for the real thing," he advised me and began to pump my asshole with the wine bottle. He gave it slow slides the full length of the bottleneck. I was hard pressed to concentrate on keeping his dick hard and the odd sensation of something sliding inside me.
The pumps of the bottleneck increased in speed as his passion was reignited from my mouth loving his dick and balls. Finally the bottleneck was removed entirely. "Stay where you are," he said and rolled out from beneath me. I could feel the bed shake as he crawled around behind me. He placed his hands on my hips and I felt something warm, firm and pulsing press against my asshole. "This is me not the damn wine bottle," he said, and penetrated my asshole with his hard, saliva-slicked dick.
The pain was exquisite but the anticipation was even more so. He sensed my reflex to the pain, pulled out to provide some relief, then pierced me again. Again the pain was alive in my asshole at the sensation of his dick spreading it wide. Again he pulled out to relieve the pain.
"FUCK ME!" I begged, speaking for the first time. The pain was great but the desire to be fucked by this man was even greater.
He needed no further urging. His dick was pressed against my asshole and inserted the full length in a virile, potent thrust. It filled me entirely and I gasped at the pain it caused. My insides were on fire, whether from pain or pleasure I wasn't sure. My world focused on an eight-inch red-hot pole shoved into my asshole. He left his dick there for a moment so my stretched asshole muscles could grow accustomed to the invasion. I squeezed my sphincter several times and heard him gasp in response.
He began to pound his groin against my asscheeks as he thrust inside me savagely. I groaned gutterly in tempo to each stroke and the sound seemed to kindle his passion even hotter for he pumped me with bruising impact. I could feel every slide of his dick in and out of my asshole but soon the pain turned to pleasure. I breathed a moan at the change from agony to ecstasy. My own dick had been hard ever since he'd locked the door and I grabbed it with a free hand and began to stroke it even as he fucked me in the ass.
We stroked together, his dick in my ass, my dick in my hand. I bucked my hips forward and back to meet each thrust of his groin. The bed quaked at the frenzied motion of our thrusting bodies. We were a well-oiled perpetual motion machine, moving in sync towards an mutual goal of ecstasy.
Whether from his dick massaging my prostate, or my hand massaging my dick, I'm not certain -- but my groin exploded with waves of pleasure and I sprayed the sheets with my gushing cum. His own orgasm came right after mine and I felt him give two, powerful inward thrusts. His grip on my hips became viselike as he levered his groin tight against my asscheeks in the throes of ecstasy.
He pulled out slowly and flopped flat on his back. Seeing his chest heave and watching his still-hard dick bob in reflex made me want him all that much more. Fearing his rejection but wanting to please him to the point of exhaustion and collapse, I straddled his dick and lowered my asshole near the throbbing member.
He didn't push me away, so I took that as a sign to continue. I pressed my asshole on the swollen knob of his dick and he responded by thrusting upward to fill me with him. As he lay there, I fucked him by thrusting up and down on his dick with my ass. Soon, he pushed with his hips to meet my thrusts and we rocked the bed with passion for yet a third time. He was sweating, I was sweating as we fucked the night away. Finally, merely the press of his dick on my prostrate made me come violently. Soon after, he gave a mighty push inward and came also.
I sat back on his dick, feeling it throb inside me in rhythm to his pulse. The rest of his body lay motionless on the bed. The coolness of the room made me shiver as my sweat dried on my body, but I stayed with his dick up my ass until I felt it finally soften and slide out on its own, lubricated by his own semen.
When his dick at last was fully relaxed, I climbed off of him and lay down beside him, fully satisfied and hoping he was too. After all, what are friends for?
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