Pete and I were going out to a movie, a movie that was too much geek for Jodi. We had planned to have a beer before heading out; I rang the doorbell, but got no answer, and used the key. Walking back to the family room, I heard porn...our porn, with Jodi moaning, and it was super loud!
There he was, on the couch, with his laptop, and casting to the big screen. You guessed it...he was pleasuring himself.
I startled him, when I said, "What about that beer, before we head out?"
He started laughing, "Fucker, does it look like I need a beer, right now?" He started to explain things, but caught himself, "I'm watching...I guess you know what I'm watching. I love watching you fuck my wife, watching your ass and envying her pussy; it's gettin' filled...and stretched...and satisfied with that big dick!"
"Dude, just look at your ass flex...when you pump it into her!"
"I know Pete...you love it all, as much as I love screwin' her...and you!" All cocky and alpha, I laughed, "Just sharing the wealth!" I caressed my crotch, before pulling it out, and grinning, "I got it right here...you need some?"
Watching myself penetrate his wife on the big screen, I stroked my dick over his face. It didn't take long, before it was raging hard, and pointing to the ceiling. It was thick and satisfying to hold, and the shaft, stretched well past my hand.
It was in his face and soaking up all his attention, but the moans and sounds of sex still filled the room. Knowing full well that he was anxious for it, I demanded he look me in the eyes, "Tell me what you want...you gotta tell me what you want."
"I want that...and I want it just like, on the screen...want you to give it to me like you're givin' it to Jodi...but let me suck it? I really need to cum! I wanna cum while you're fuckin' my mouth!"
Not a problem...right? I pushed the head between his lips, and he moaned into the spongy crown. I teased him with it, pumping deep up to his throat, and then using shorter, shallow thrusts. His tongue swirled over the shaft, worshipping the throb and pulse of the hard flesh.
I was moaning, while staring directly at him, and watching my cock disappear between his lips. I gripped the back of his head, encouraging him to go slow, but take the shaft deep. Then I felt him reach around to grab my ass...no doubt to feel it flex, but he was definitely coaxing me to tease his throat.
"Fuck yeah...grab that ass...feels good, punch your throat with that cock...yeah, you like that...don't you?"
He nodded with a big mouthful; foamy strands of precum and spit, spilled from his lips, and coated my dick. Pumping through his lip, I gripped his face and fucked; his breathing was choppy, and I slowed my pace, but I just kept fucking him.
I wanted to sink it deep into his throat...deep enough to grind my balls into his chin, but I knew he couldn't take it. Despite the desire to go deeper, Pete was pushing me to the edge, "Fuckkkk...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...suck that...suck that cock...yeah, suck it!"
My whole body tightened, and I felt the surge in my balls, as cum pulsed over his tongue. With his lips tight around the shaft, he anxiously sucked, and slurped it down. My moans melded with his, "Oh god...Pete...mmmm...mmmm...yeah...yeah...yeah...take it...take it all...all that cum!"
I watched his eyes roll back, and his throat moving, as he savored and swallowed the warmth down. My body shook with the final waves of pleasure, as he jacked himself closer and closer to his.
I was done cumming, but he kept his lips tight, while his hand continued working his dick. His moans were being silenced by the hard flesh, but I knew he must be close...I felt it.
Then it happened for him, too; he groaned into my cock, as rope after rope glazed his belly.
He pulled his mouth from my dick, catching his breath, "Fuckkkkkk...fuckkkkk thatsssss good...that was good...fuck!"
A few seconds passed, maybe, before he grinned up at me, "I know you just shot one...and so did I, but would you fuck me? I really need you to fuck me...fuck me good and hard!"
"No problem, dude...but you gotta work for it some, and get it hard again. Not completely soft, but you're tight back there!"
He grinned and rolled off the couch, "Always willing to help where I can...you know...and I love being on my knees."
He gripped the base and stroked up over the shaft, savoring its weighty girth, and how it stiffened, throbbing in his hand.
He went down on it, bobbing his lips up and down the shaft, while I groaned, "Yeah...yeah...go for it...work that dick...mmmm...fuck, that's good...oh god...mmmm...mmmm...damn that's good!"
Pete would often get lost in his lusty worship, savoring every inch, and pleasuring his lips with its textured girth. Then he flicked the underside of the head, working the ridge with his lips.
His head begins to bob, again, and he feels me trembling. I knew he wouldn't stop till it swelled, and my body was shuddering with release, but we both needed something more.
As soon as I pulled out, he was handing me lube, and I smirked, "I guess somebody's ready...and horny." It was a little soft before he started, but now it was definitely ready for action, glistening, bobbing upright...fuckin' porn-worthy!
He nodded and moaned, as I thumped his cheeks with it, grinning, "Lay back there and spread your legs, I'll give you what you need...fuck you good and hard!"
