My relationship with my roommate Martin became very real and different. Most stories use the word "Fuck" describing sex, I don't and cant. For the very simple reason, when Martin and I had sex. It was quite passionate, sensual and loving. I just felt I needed to clarify my use of 'Making Love" over Fucking, etc.
I'll never forget the time with Martin laying between my opened thighs, his gorgeous dark rock hard cock slowly sliding in and out of me. I was so deep in lust, my hands were planted on Martin's sweaty hairy chest, and then it happened. Martin's sweaty face just a couple inches above mine, his eyes closely observing my face. His jaw was clenched tight and brow was tensed and glistening with sweat, like was seriously focused (on getting me off). Damn he looked so fucking sexy. His right hand then cradled my neck to raise my head up, and his tongued slipped in through my parted lips. Now, though, with each thrust, he slowly rolled his hips up so that he would keep softly hitting my prostrate. The pleasure of it was so intense that I didn't even need to touch my cock. His lovemaking felt so fucking good, I really began to literally cry. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasped into his mouth as my eyes filled with tears, my hands clutching at the muscles in his back, "Fuck, Martin... Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum!" "Holy fuck," I gasped as Martin made love to me. My hands gripping onto his shoulders.
"Martin, you have no idea just how damn much I love you."