I woke up in the swimmers arm, my head rested on his massive chest. I watched his abs rise and fall with each of his breaths. We were both still naked from the night before. He didn't have the energy to go again. He stayed the night for morning shower sex.
His flaccid cock was bigger than mine. I cupped his balls and dick, they barely fit in my hand. I ran my tongue around his light brown nipple, he started to stir. My hand tweaked his other nipple, he let out a moan. I straddle his hips, his massive cock was firm against my ass. He ran his hands up my legs and squeezed my cheeks. "Good morning," He said with a groggy smile.
My cock leaked precum on his abs. I placed my hands on his pecs, leaned forward. My lips met his, our mouths parted and our tongues ran across each other. "We should get in the shower." I pulled away and got off. He followed me.
The hot water ran over my body, he wrapped his arms around my waist. I was pulled into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our lips met again, he softly bit my lower lip. I moaned, more precum ran out of me. "I know you're a top, but do you mind if I have a go?" he asked as he brushed his fingers against my hole.
"No penetration, but after I clean it you can rim me." I replied and grabbed the soap.
"Let me." He took the bar out of my hand. He slid it down my back as he ran his tongue up my neck. He lathered up my cheeks as he took my ear lobe between his teeth. I instinctively pulled at his head, letting out a moan. He turned me around, and had me bend over against the shower wall. The water traveled down my back. I could feel it run over his rough tongue as he rimmed my hole. One of his hands cupped my balls, the other spread my ass further for his tongue. I leaned further into his face as I gulped for air. He pulled my cock back between my legs, his mouth wrapped around my erection. His tongue swirled between my foreskin and dick head. The hand that had spread my ass now rubbed against my hole in rhythm with his tongue. My balls tightened.
"Let's switch." I pulled away. He rose with a large toothy smile. We kissed before he leaned against the wall. The water ran down the valley of his back and between his ass cheeks. I lathered his ass, using my finger to clean his hole. He moaned when I probed him. After the water rinsed the soap away, I got on my knees and spread his ass with both hands. His pink hole twitched with anticipation. I ran my tongue over his balls, up his taint and circled around his hole. He reached back and spread his ass more. I drove my tongue into his hole, wiggling it up and down. I used one hand to fondle his balls and used the other to jerk his rock hard cock.
"Fuuuck." He said between gasps. I squeezed his cock. I continued to drive my tongue in and out of his hole. "Fuck me please, just fuck my ass. I need your cock." He begged.
"Turn the water off." I commanded as I grabbed the condom and lube from my sink. I squeezed lube onto my pointer and middle fingers.
"Fuck yes." He shouted when I penetrated him with my fingers. I felt his prostate and brushed it with my middle finger. "God yes." With the condom on I pressed my achingly hard dick against his warm hole. "Fuck you're thiiick." He moaned as I filled him with my dick. I grabbed his shoulder and thrust into him as hard as I could. He shouted in pleasure. I did it again and again. His massive ass bounced with each thrust. I pulled him up from the shower wall. He arched his back so that his back was against my chest. I wrapped one arm over his chest while my other hand grabbed his hip tight. I pounded him as fast and hard as I could. I could hear each of my thrusts in his moan. I could feel his ass tighten, he shot volleys of white hot cum which audibly splashed against the shower wall. My entire body tightened as I shot my load while in his perfectly round ass.
"Turn the water back on." I commanded, throwing the condom into the waste basket. The hot water sprayed against us again. The swimmer pulled me in and softly kissed me.
"We should do this again," the Swimmer said as he pulled away. "I'm free this afternoon." He had a cocksure smile.
"I have to get to a hair appointment, and then I'm meeting up with friends this afternoon. Free this evening?" I traced the outline of his chest with my fingers.
"No. I bartend from four to midnight." His smile faded.
"That sucks. I'll just have to find someone else to ride me tonight. You're okay with that right?" I asked. I wanted to be clear that we were just fucking.
"Yeah. I mean you're great, but I have a boyfriend, so this cant be serious," he replied. "Yeah, he's aware."
"Cool. I don't want to know anything else," I smiled at him. After we cleaned each other, I showed him out of my apartment. One hair appointment later my blonde mohawk turned a dark purple that contrasted nicely against my skin. I uploaded a selfie to Instagram. Hashtag new hair. Hashtag gay punk. Hashtag too many hashtags? I wiped my lipstick off as the rideshare took me to the Basement.
I arrived at the card shop shortly after one. The place never changed much. The glass cases were always full of single cards, the walls were covered in prepackaged decks, sleeves and carrying cases. I actually purchased my backpack from the shop because it had compartments for deck boxes. I walked in and was greeted by Danny, the owner. He was a short, plain looking white guy with blue eyes.
"Hey Swallow." He greeted me. My online nickname was Swallow. As a kid I was obsessed with the birds. They're cute. The name stuck, even outside of online gaming. I love the double entendre as an adult, even though I don't swallow. I never swallow. Guys eating cum kind of freaks me out. I put pineapple juice in my twice a day smoothies just in case it actually improved the taste.
"Yo. What's up?" I asked as I peered into the case.
"Crucible's price hasn't dropped." Danny explained. The fucker knew me.
"Oh hey!" I turned to find Dorian sitting at one of the small coffee shop tables. "My class ended early so I got here early!" Dorian's voice was light and lyrical, which matched how the boy moved. He glided through the air like he was in Swan Lake. He still had the green hair, though it was more yellow now. You could also see where his bleached blonde hair had met his pitch black roots. He wore a shiny silver shirt that was at least two x's two many where as his black Jean's looked like they were painted on. His white sports shoes looked more fashionable than sporty.
"Hey, what's up?" I greeted Dorian. The boy barely came up to my pecs. Danny shot me a suggestive smile. "You like the store?"
"Yeah, it reminds me of my local shop back home. Oh I got chicken strips from Daxter's, wanna share?" He had a cautious smile.
"Shit yeah. Can't believe that you found Daxter's."
"Yeah, a bunch of students recommended it." He said leading me to his coffee table, it was filled with what seemed to be a half done deck and chicken strips.
"Thanks for the food." I ate a strip and examined each card. It seemed to be an aggressive strategy made of small creatures boosted through artifacts and enchantments. "Interesting build."
"Yeah, it's the only commander deck I have. I was more of a modern guy." He smiled. "So, any thoughts on how to improve it?" I got to work sorting each card into a pile. A pile for card advantage, a pile for disruption and so on. He paid attention to every one of my words, offering little to no resistance when I suggested changes. The time changed to four before I realized. The store teamed with the usual Saturday crowd. Danny called for sign ups, Dorian entered the Saturday tournament with me.
The first round went quickly enough for us. A new player combo'd off before round five. Round two was more tet etet. Tyrone was piloting his slivers to great affect, though James was wiping the board every few turns, keeping Tyrone in check.
"Countered." Camden said slapping a spell card on the table. He was short young white guy with brown hair that hung just below his brow. He was a bit of a muscle head who wore always wore grey gym shorts that hugged his ass and hips. "I'm not going to let you win this early." He laughed, a twinkle in his brown eyes. He was another control player.
"Damn it man. Just let me play," James said in response. He was a tall heavier man with a cocksure upbeat attitude. The dude could cheer up a dead puppy owner. His round blue eyes were the kind you could lose yourself in. His brown plump lips looked great against his soft beige skin.
