ANOTHER MARRIED NEIGHBOR
This story involves sexual activities between men. If gay stories aren't your gig, then don't read this. If these types of activities are illegal in your local, then don't read this. If you are younger than 18 years, then you too shouldn't read this.
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Here goes, again.........
Matt and I would occasionally fool around, sometimes just sneaking a grope here and there around our wives (when they weren't looking), sometimes having great wham-bam sex, other times kissing and cuddling. This guy had so much to give, and of course I loved receiving (heh heh heh).
A couple of months after Matt and I first got together, my wife and I were taking a walk around the neighborhood, as we normally did. At the bottom of the street is a cul-de-sac and we were just coming around to head back up to our house when this black Jetta and a red Chevy truck pulled up in front of a house that was under construction. I had recognized the vehicles from before and guessed that these were the people who were having the house built. I was correct.
They got out of their car/truck and said hello, and introduced themselves as Keith and Kayla. Kayla was (is) a very pretty brunette with long naturally curly hair. And then Keith.........whew! (Yes, I am always admiring guys). Well, Keith stands about 6'3", weighs probably around 245 lbs. (I'm guessing at the weight. All I know is that it would probably only take him about a month of working out to get really toned) and is big-boned. He has brown eyes and brown hair which he keeps shaved in a crew cut, but that night he had a ball cap on (what's with these guys and their ball caps?) so I didn't realize then how short his hair was. He's not a fantastic looking man (not a Greek god), but he has a strong presence about him, which I find sexy.
They informed us that the closing on their house was coming up in about 2 months, and that they were so excited about building their first house. We knew exactly how they felt. The whole time we're talking I can't help but to check Keith out. He was wearing shorts and a nice t-shirt, no sox but he wore those little footies that some guys wear. Very nice legs, and long (remember, he's pretty tall) and hairy (but not like Magilla Gorilla). She was in marketing and he was a coach at a private school here in the metro area. He used to play football in college which explained his physique. He has large hands and feet (must wear big gloves and big shoes - heh heh heh).
The whole time I was checking him out he never once seemed as though he was paying attention to what I was focusing on (his basket), but seemed real excited about moving in and meeting new people. I figured that this guy's probably straight, right? Well.........ya never know these days (see "Two Married Neighbors"). He's got a great personality and kept me laughing. We bid our "goodnights" and let them visit their still-being-built house.
The weeks went by and we saw Keith and Kayla many times during our walks when they would come by to check the progress on their house. Finally, moving day arrived for them, and they did it right! They had about 6-8 friends of theirs helping them move, so they were finished pretty fast.
The next week we invited them over for drinks and to say "welcome." They were so much like us; it was great to meet some neighbors that we had so much in common with (oops! Can't forget about what Matt and I have in common!). As time went by we'd go to this one particular Mexican restaurant and have dinner and drinks, usually margaritas or swirls (which is just a margarita with sangria swirled in). I mentioned in my last story how when I drank I flirted a little more with guys, right?
Now I must remind you that Keith coaches his school's football and basketball teams, so we didn't get to see the two of them all that often, maybe every 3-4 weeks or so. Sometimes we'd stop by, sometimes they would.
Well as I've said, Keith keeps his hair cut pretty short and we got to talking about that. I said that you really had to have a nice-shaped head in order to maintain a crew cut, which I said that I didn't have. Keith said that he didn't think his was that nice of a shape, then Kayla stood up and took his hat off (remember, we were drinking - I had had 3 large swirls by this time) and said that he had a very nice head. So, being tipsy I reached over and started to rub around on his head, real playful-like, and said, "ooooh Keith, you do have a nice head," and laughed. He's got a great sense of humor and he just said, something along the lines of, "you like feeling my head?" I just laughed, thinking to myself, yeah buddy, but it's the other one I want to feel.
That's pretty much how our relationship was; dinner, drinks, laughing, in general having a really great time together. But then something happened.........I wrote "Two Married Neighbors."
I had never written anything before and couldn't believe all of the e- mails that I received; many complements were sent my way and I had started to have a rapport with a few of the folks who e-mailed me.
One guy called himself Kevin, though I doubt anybody gives their real names. Kevin was a nice guy with whom I kept in contact with and we'd occasionally flirt with each other. He seemed like a fun guy. Kevin also knew of some guys in his neighborhood that he would love to jump in the sack with, but that they were all married. "Hey," I said, "I'm not exactly single, right? So you never know which married men are willing to play the skin flute, if you know what I mean." He'd just laugh (or at least he'd 'lol').
Over time we would tell each upcoming plans, kind of like you'd ask your buddy 'what's goin' on this weekend.' And then we'd always ask, 'well, how was your weekend,' that sort of thing. It took a while before he let me know that he was actually a married man and had always been curious about guys but had never 'investigated,' in his words.
One day when my wife and I were walking around the neighborhood, Keith drove by and stopped to see how we were doing. We chatted for a while and made plans for them to come up to our house for dinner that Friday evening. And drinks, of course.
So Thursday comes and I check me e-mail, and there of course is a note from Kevin; only this time he asks if we can meet on ICQ at a certain time so that we could live chat. It had never occurred to me before to ask him if he had that program, so I e-mailed him that I'd meet him at the time he wanted and sent him my ID# so that he could find me easier.
We logged on ICQ and it was much easier communicating by this method than through e-mails; and faster, to boot! As was usual he asked what my plans were and I told him that we were having some company this weekend, what about his? He told me that he and his wife were going to go over to a neighbor's house for dinner, and that he was really looking forward to it because the four of them hadn't gotten together in a while. Sounded cool, I told him.
Kevin went on to mention how he had a crush on this neighbor, and that he was afraid of coming off as stand-offish in an attempt to not be obvious that he liked him. I just laughed and reminded him that he had read my story and that one never knew about married men. "True," he responded, with a little 'lol' following. I told Kevin that I liked meeting him in ICQ and could we set a time in the future to meet again. He said certainly, but that he'd have to figure out a time first, because he comes home from work so late in the evenings. I wished him to have fun with his dinner plans, as did he with mine.
The next night Keith and Kayla came over and I served my house special, the Week At The Beach, along with a couple of appetizers. Several drinks and about an hour or so later I served the main course, which was an Italian dish of my own concoction; lasagna noodles wrapped around shredded mozzarella cheese and Italian sausage. Everything was yummy.
There was more drinking and merriment (and more drinking), and we all decided to play darts. Keith had had much more to drink than I'd ever seen him have and he was acting pretty funny. At first I thought that I'd had too much to drink because I thought he kept staring at me. But I hadn't had enough liquor to imagine that.
One time when we were playing darts (I love darts - he he he) I went to throw one and it ricocheted and stuck in the floor. I bent over to pick it up and turned around; Keith was just staring at where my ass had been. His eyes lingered on my crotch for just a moment longer, then he looked slowly up my body to my eyes (the wives were in the kitchen getting another drink). I thought I'd stop breathing. Here was this guy that I drooled over giving me some kind of eye (what is it about darts?).
I asked him if he was ready for his turn to hit the target. He smiled and said "Yeah, I'm more than ready." SHWING!!! Ohmigod. Did he actually say that? I laughed and told him that he was a nut, trying to play it off. Just then our wives clattered into the room with new drinks for all of us. Keith just stared at me over his glass as he drank. I got kind of nervous; who wouldn't considering our wives were right there.
After around 1:00 a.m. they left to go home and my wife and I went up to bed. I don't know if it was because I was drunk, but Keith's comment and the way he looked at me kind of had me confused. I wasn't sure if he was turned on by me or if he was drunk or what. Uggg. The rest of the weekend went so slow. I needed to talk to Kevin and see what his opinion was.
My wife had gone out of town on Sunday for another business trip. She was to be gone for 10 days. Matt liked when those trips happened; and needless to say, so did I. But I couldn't have sex for 10 days, could I? Nahhh.
Finally, Monday came and I got an e-mail from Kevin saying to meet him in ICQ that evening. When we logged on he immediately started rambling on how he thought he did something wrong this weekend. "Like what," I asked him. But he didn't elaborate. So I asked how his plans went with his friends and he said that everything was great. He went on to talk about how he almost did something stupid in front of his neighbor that would've given away that he liked him.
"So tell me about this stud," I said.
"Well, he's about 5-10, 5-11, maybe 175-180 lbs., has hazel eyes, brown hair and a goatee."
"Damn, son, that could almost be me - LOL" I said to him.
He laughed back.
"So what do you like the most about this guy," I asked, "his enormous basket?"
"No, although he does have a decent form."
"Form? Who says form? - lol"
"lol - I think what I like most about him is his sense of humor. He laughs a lot and seems to make everyone around him feel good. Always makes everyone feel comfortable."
"Sounds like a nice guy. What's his name?"
"It's.........well!"
"What?"
"Y'all have the same name."
"I thought I was the only 'Mike' on the planet - lol. So, what did y'all end up doing?"
"You'd laugh if I told you."
"Oh, puh-lease. What did you do?"
"We drank, ate, drank some more, and played darts."
My heart froze. No way. No FRIGGIN' way! I laughed to myself. Coincidences can sure be funny. There was no way that I was really talking to Keith down the street! The odds of that happening were, I'm certain, one trillion to one.
So we talked a little more and I asked how that evening ended. He said that he had had so much to drink that he almost made a pass at him. He said that his balls were so backed up that when he and his wife went home he screwed her for ever.
"That's just the liquor," I kidded.
"No, man, I really wanted this guy - bad."
"I should be so lucky!"
"LOL. Man, Mike, you really crack me up. Just like........."
"Like who?"
"Well, funny, I was gonna say just like my neighbor, Mike."
"It's genetic; all 'Mikes' are funny."
"lol"
"So, what was for dinner?"
"Some Italian dish."
The blood drained from my face. I caught my breath. This was getting freaky.
"Mmmmmm, got to love Italians," I said, nervously.
"lol - I've never had what they served before."
"Well, what was it?" I asked, holding my breath.
"Well, it looked like lasagna, but it had sausage and cheese in it, and it was rolled up. It was pretty good."
Oh SHIT! Now the odds were one quadrillion to one. No way was this Keith. The conversation went on for a while. I had to plan my next question carefully, so about fifteen minutes later I asked:
"So, tell me, is your real name Kevin? Just curious, you don't have to tell me; my name really is Mike."
"No, it's not really Kevin."
Pause
"Well, you don't have to tell-"
"My real name's Keith."
I started frieking out right there. Here was this guy I had lusted for for months, had gone to bed fantasizing about him, thinking that there was no way he could ever be interested in me. And yet here he was, at least I was almost certain it was him, chatting with me, telling me that he liked a guy who most certainly was me! Uggggg!
"Mike are you there?"
Gulp. "Yeah, man, I'm here."
"I thought we got disconnected."
"No. I'm right here. So tell me, how was it you almost made a pass at the other Mike?"
"Well, he was throwing a dart and it bounced off and got stuck in the floor. He bent over to pick it up and it was all I could do to stop myself from grabbing his ass."
IT WAS HIM!!!! IT WAS HIM!!!!
"Did he notice?" I asked him.
"I think.........well, I'm not real sure."
"I'll bet it drove him nuts when you stared at him over your glass." Oh shit - can I back that up?
(very long pause)
I couldn't even ask him if he was still there. What a screw-up I was! Oh man! Now I really know I've messed things up. He'd never talk to me again.
Finally, "What made you think that that happened?"
Oh man, could I back-peddle here? I don't think so.
"Just a guess," I typed. Thank goodness he couldn't hear how nervous I really was.
"Mike, I gotta go now."
And he was gone. That friggin' "User has left the chat room" popped up. All I could do was hit damn "ok" button. Why couldn't there be a "come back to me" button? Dammit!
I felt miserable. And not because I was worried about 'not getting any.' But because I really liked Keith - as a friend (but I was still dying to live out my fantasies with him). He was so much fun to be around and now I was afraid that with the slip of my tongue, I had put our friendship into jeopardy. Of course, maybe he didn't connect that his neighbor Mike and me Mike were the same. Just maybe.........
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Oh shit! I went downstairs to answer it, but there was no one there. "Hello?" I said. Since nobody answered I shut the door and went over to the piano and started to play. Then there was another knock. "All right, dammit," I said, opening the door.
And there was Keith. My stomach dropped so quickly I thought it'd pull me through to China. I got my shit together and said, "Hey man, what's goin' on?"
He started laughing.
"Hmmmm, been drinking?"
He continued to laugh.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure." He came in and I shut the door.
He was still laughing.
"What in the hell is so funny?"
"You're 'Mike'."
"Yeah, and your Keith," I said, laughing nervously.
"No, no, no. You're 'Mike'."
Then I laughed some more. "And you're drunk!"
His laughter stopped and he said, "I don't drink on weekdays," and he stepped a little closer to me.
"Yeah, right," I said, still a little nervous.
"Wanna play darts?" he asked, keeping his eyes on mine.
Oh man, my head began to swim, recalling my time with Matt. I should play darts more often!
"You came over here to laugh and play darts."
"Well........."
I shook my head and opened the dartboard cabinet. I told him that he could shoot first. He just stared.
"Keith, go on, shoot. What's wrong with you tonight?"
"Nothing. I was just hoping you'd drop another dart-"
When he said that I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to me, and planted my lips right on his mouth. For a second I was worried because this guy could seriously kick my ass. But he didn't. He opened his mouth so that I could taste more of him. Mmmmmmmm.
I don't think I had ever kissed somebody so passionately in my life as I did that night. I almost started to hyperventilate I was so damn excited. Feeling his chest against mine, his hands grabbing and roaming all over my body was a total dream come true. I reached up and held his neck/shoulders in my hands, rubbing them while we kissed. His mouth felt so hot and wet on mine; in no time my dick was so hard it hurt. I ground it into him, and he being a little taller started to work his cock into the lower part of my belly.
I started rubbing all over his strong chest and I could feel some chest hairs through the material; his nipples were rock hard. His arms and hands were all over my back, feeling every square inch of me. As he started to rub and squeeze my ass I moaned into his mouth. I was about to cream my jeans. At least that's what it felt like.
As his hard cock pushed against my belly/pelvis, I reached around to his back and pulled him even tighter to me. I love kissing men. And his mouth was so welcoming. When he took my face in his hands... ugggg! I thought I'd go out of my mind! Our kisses became tender, loving. Mmmmmmmmmm.
As I reached to rub his hard-on I broke our kiss and suggested that we go upstairs. Next thing I knew he wrapped his arms around me and went to pick me up (the guy is strong), so I wrapped my legs around his waist. It actually must have been a funny sight because he isn't superman and struggled a little bit in getting up the stairs. I couldn't help but laugh.
We got to my bedroom and he laid me down on the bed and then on top of me. Now y'all know how I love to have a man lay on my chest. His mouth and mine were constantly twisting and thrashing together and his hands were all over my body. I was moaning my delight. He pressed his weight into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him more into me.
He stood up to remove his shirt but I stopped him. "Let me," I said. I sat there and looked up into his eyes and started to pull his shirt out of his tented jeans. And the whole time I was hoping that what they say about a man's hands being proportional to his prick wasn't always true - he has fairly big hands.
His stomach was nice with just a dusting of hair. I'm not going to b.s. you, it wasn't "washboard" like everyone on the planet seems to have, but it wasn't entirely out of shape either. I leaned forward and kissed him on his belly button, flicking my tongue all around. He rolled his head back and started to moan. I pushed his shirt up and he pulled it over his head; then my hands did the walking. I started rubbing all over his chest, which also was nicely dusted with hair. I leaned up and kissed between his pecks as he ran his fingers through my hair. After several minutes of sucking on his nipples which were still rock hard, I licked my way down, down, down.
I sat back and looked up at him as I rubbed his dick through his jeans. I couldn't tell how large it actually was because the jeans were so tight it kinda bent down. Up and down his thighs I massaged; and all around his tent. He whispered "Please?" and that's all that I needed. I unbuttoned his jeans and s l o w l y unzipped his pants, rubbing my palm down as I did. His dick was straining so hard through his briefs I was sure it would rip through. My mouth was watering. And judging by the small stain in his shorts, so was his prick.
Normally with Matt I'd take my time getting to his cock, but I just couldn't wait as long for Keith. I pulled his jeans down past his knees and reached around his waist with my left hand. With my other hand I started to scratch up and down his trapped cock with my nails. This totally threw him over the edge. He rolled his head all over his strong shoulders and moaned, "Oh God, please."
I pulled his underwear down and his cock bounced up. Shit! What they say about a man's hands IS true! He had a very nice cock. Just a little bit longer than Matt's and just as thick. I saw a smattering of pre-cum on the tip of his swollen helmet and leaned forward to lick it off. I cupped his balls with my left hand and jacked him with my right as I took his head into my mouth, flicking my tongue all over his hot fucker. He tasted so yummy! Up and down I jacked and sucked, pulling his balls down and rubbing them.
I licked up and down his shaft and he got even harder. His cock wasn't real veiny, but smooth. Mmmmmm. I turned my head and chewed up his cock like a piece of corn. He was really into this as he started to thrust his pelvis back and forth. I had to get this cock in my mouth but didn't know if I could take it all. But I was sure willing to try.
"Let's try something," I said.
I turned around on the bed and laid back so that the back of my neck was at the edge of the bed, my head hanging upside down. Keith quickly caught on and placed the head of his cock at my lips, which I eagerly opened. I started rubbing my teeth all around his sensitive head and licked at his piss slit, catching a little bit more pre-cum.
Keith leaned over and started to kiss my stomach. He unbuttoned my shirt and started driving me crazy with his tongue on me. All over my nipples he licked, but every time he did that his dick got further away. No more of that! I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, leaning my head back and opening as wide as I could. He slowly pushed his throbbing meaty cock into my face and down my throat. I gagged for a second and he pulled out...and slowly, slowly eased it back into my mouth. After a minute or so I opened my eyes and saw his big balls just fractions of an inch from my nose. Mmmmmmmmm.
I started to unbuckle my pants and rubbed myself, spreading what little pre-cum that didn't soak into my underwear around the tip of my head. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the next thing I knew he had swooped down on my throbbing cock, taking the whole thing at once. Now remember, I'm not hung like a horse (only 6") so I guess it wasn't hard for him to take it all. He held his face there and pressed his nose into my balls, which were ready to burst. I moaned on his cock as he started to fuck my face.
It's the weirdest sensation to have something slide up and down your throat, but I was loving this. His balls kept slapping me on my forehead and nose as his own sucking kept time with his pumping. I reached up and started fingering around his asshole. Well! This brought a slam of his cock down into my throat as he moaned. I could feel his body shaking a little bit as I fingered more of his asshole. Then I inserted a finger. And started to finger-fuck him. He resumed fucking my face; I loved smelling him this close. I could barely feel his prostate at first so I adjusted my arm so I could reach it better. He really started moaning. Loud! Around my cock that he was entertaining so well.
I could feel my balls start to pull up close to my body but I had no way of letting him know that I was about to cum. So I just kept moaning, louder and longer as my pelvis started to buck against his face. I guess he knew what was going to happen because he plunged his mouth way down on my dick, crushing his lips against my pelvic bone, and started doing this weird thing with his throat. That set me off. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMM
Oh man, I had NEVER felt anything like what he had just done. It seemed as though I came for hours. He gagged a little bit and some of my cum flowed down my shaft. When I was done shooting in his mouth he started kissing up and down my softening cock and licked up what he had missed before.
I pushed his body away from my head and told him that he had to fuck me. He just smiled a big smile and said, "Oh, all right, if you insist."
I turned around and he climbed on top of me, brushing the hair out of my eyes and giving me light kisses all over my face and neck. He kissed me on the mouth and I could taste just a little bit of what I had given him. Mmmmmmm I moaned as I caressed his back and tickled his ass. His hard prick was pressing against my thigh and I was just dying to have him in my ass.
"There's some lube in that drawer" I told him.
He leaned over and got the lube out. After I held my legs up he surprised me by leaning down and CHEWING on my asshole! ARRRRGGGGG Keith definitely knew how to work his tongue! Shit! He flicked that little muscle all over my asshole and around the ring; alternately chewing and licking. When I was very wet from his tongue he started to rub some of the lube around my asshole. I thought I might get hard again, but I didn't. His fingers felt soooooo damn good. I started whipping my head back and forth as this awesome man administered some great fingering.
Then he dipped one of his fingers in. Hhhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmmm. And slid it in all the way up to his hand. He didn't quite know where to find my button, but damn how I loved how he tried! His finger went wild as my asshole relaxed. Then he inserted another on - gently. This guy was a pro with his hands. I moaned even louder because his two thick fingers were wreaking havoc on my insides. Needless to say he found my button! I could feel a little bit of blood filling my cock again.
This fingers and hand twisted and turned my insides into mush. And then a third finger went in. Ohhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmamaaaaa! I was getting the finger fuck of my life. I started to rub my balls and my chest, moaning and thrashing around on the bed while he fingered me like that for what seemed like years.
"Damn you! I want YOU!" I growled.
He smiled and stood, smearing some lube on his throbbing cock. "Get on your knees," he said.
I rolled over and got on all fours, arching my back a little to give him better access to my cock-hungry ass. He got onto the bed and started to rub his cock head up and down my ass. This guy was such a fuckin' tease! I wanted him so bad! Up and down my crack he slid. "You better hurry or I'll close up shop," I said, laughing.
Then I felt his head at my hole, which was quivering with anticipation. He placed his hands on my hips and I backed into him a little, letting him know I was ready.
Keith held tightly onto my hips and started to move forward, pushing the head of his dick right into my asshole. But he didn't slam it in like the first time I had sex with Matt. No, he just kept it there and proceeded to massage my back and my ass.
"I've wanted this for so long, Mike," he said. "You have no idea." And with that he pushed in...slowly. Until only a few inches were in. He pulled out slowly and started fucking my ass with those few inches. No, he wasn't fucking me; he was making love to me. I could feel it. This was not going to be a fast and furious fuck. He was taking his time; caressing my back, rubbing my shoulders, kneading my ass with his strong hands.
He slipped more of his big dick into my ass, but I was guessing that there were a few inches left. So he made love to me for what seemed like forever with not even his whole cock. But that was just it. I WANTED his whole cock. So on one of his trips in I slammed my ass back all the way against his pelvis. He groaned out loud. My hot ass was totally engulfing his manhood. Mmmmmmmm. Yeah, Keith was just a little bit bigger than Matt.
He held me against his waist as he bent over to kiss me. I turned my head and upper body as our tongues wrestled around. "You're driving me crazy," I moaned. "Dammit, mmmmmmmm."
He withdrew, but not as slowly as before, until just the head was in my ass. Then he drove it all home. Not slamming, but just fast, eager. He kept up that pace; and yes, my prostrate was humming. I was in total heaven. He leaned over and pressed his chest into my back as he delivered each thrust with gusto. This man was a keeper, I thought to myself as he started to kiss and chew on my back.
I pushed myself back into his thrusts as he picked up speed, sending jolts of through my body every time his met mine. I dropped my face down to the bed and he really started to nail my ass, rotating his cock in and around my asshole. I was thinking he might just crawl in if he could!
All of a sudden he withdrew and I felt empty. I missed having my Keith-cock in me, but I wouldn't be lonely' for long. He flipped me over on my back again and put my legs against his chest (you all know the drill'), placed his cock at my hole and this time PLUNGED IN!!! Ohhhhhhhh man. I started pinching my own nipples as he started to hammer away at my ass. I was going totally crazy. His fucking was relentless and we were both pretty slick with sweat. I reached up and started playing with his nipples, pinching and twisting them. This caused him to pick up speed.
He reached for my cock, which by this time was hard as steel, and started to jack it. I'm tellin' ya, all guys should have sex with other guys now and then, `cause we really only know how to make each other feel, right? He jacked me like I never jacked myself, taking time to rub his thumb around my head. I felt like I was going out of my mind. He put a little bit of lube in his palm and started to stroke my again-hard cock with a nice tight grip (but I doubt it was as tight as my ass was around his thick cock). Oh, I loved this man. I knew it. Mmmmmmmmm.
He picked up pace and we started to get really frantic with each other. His fist was pumping my hard cock while his thick cock was destroying my insides. Where did this guy come from? He was so totally fuckin' hot!!! And his staying power! FUCK! He must've fucked my ass for a good half an hour before he started to moan real loud. He started humping my ass in a fury as he gripped my cock even tighter. The pounding my ass and prostate were getting, combined with the grip he had on my shaft were...
"Ooohhhhhhhhhh Keith! I'm... I'mmmmm gonnaaa mmmmmmmmmm ARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
As what was left in my balls drooled all over my belly my winking asshole send him over the edge and with one final SLAM he started hollering like one of those porn videos, face all twisted as he shot his hot load of man cream up my ass. Over and over he kept pumping as he shot his streams of hot cum splashing around in my body. My ass was on fire! Matt had never given me this kind of reaming!
When his cum spasms finally subsided, Keith collapsed onto the bed next to me. I think my legs were frozen in the air, formed perfectly to the shape of his body. I was so fuckin' worn out, I couldn't move. It was all I could do to breathe. Keith was lying on his side next to me, panting like he had just run a marathon. He draped his right arm over my chest and pulled himself to me. I turned his head to kiss him mmmmmmmm so sweet. How a guy could go from the ass pounding that he had just given me to such tender kisses was incredible to me. His mouth practically made love to mine.
I reached up around his head and crushed his mouth to mine, rubbing my hands all over his head. "You have no idea how long I wanted this, Keith."
"If you're like me, since I first met you." And he kissed me again.
We spent the rest of the evening kissing and caressing each other, and talked about nothing important; just talk. I loved the feeling I got with this man. This was the kind of man that I'd love to spend the rest of my life with, though I didn't say that to him. Some things I like to keep to myself.
The last thing he murmured before he drifted off to sleep was something about he, Matt and I....