Marty was in the kitchen...he looked back, "What are you doing?"
I grinned, slipping down his underwear, "I just wanna tell you that ass looks amazing...fucking amazing!"
As I put my arm around him and rested my chin on his shoulder, "Breakfast can wait, dude." "I'm so fucking boned-up and horny; I need your ass...now."
He was cooking breakfast, when I came in and it was impossible to focus on anything but his ass. I pushed the underwear to the floor and started rubbing my cock against him...I had no choice but to pull him in tighter and gently hump.
"You've been teasing me all freakin' morning with the tight, little underwear...bending over...you know what you're doing, and now I'm giving you what you need."
He laughed, "It's yours...you know that."
I kicked his legs apart and rubbed my dick in his crack and moaned, "Fuck, look how beautiful it is, but we need some lube."
He turned and it was semi already...eight thick, mouth-watering inches and veiny...and big, heavy, low-hanging nuts. It was hard to miss (excuse the pun) and sidetracked my thoughts.
There was a long pause, but then I heard him, "I can get the lube." His big dick waved back and forth, and he reached down to give it a stroke. He recognized the unquenchable lust in my eyes, "Or maybe you wanna give me head? What do you want?"
With no hesitation, I grinned, "Fuck, I wanna do both! I want your ass, but just had a little blowjob fantasy in my head...you know?"
He leaned back against the counter, wearing only a t-shirt and pumping his dick. I felt like I was about to explode, as I dropped to my knees. The broad swollen head crowned the thick shaft and stood proud of his grasp. As he pumped his big, beautiful dick, his balls swayed between his legs. I moved in close to where I could reach out with my tongue; it was almost bumping my forehead.
I pushed his hand aside and grabbed his cock with both hands...the hot, pulsing meat filled them. Pulling it down towards me, I looked straight into the slit, and stroked the silky-smooth warmth. The veins under my fingertips, set my lustful yearning afire, and the warmth of his flesh flowed through my body, filling me with erotic pleasure...and sexual hunger.
"Oh fuck...fuckkkkk," he groaned, "yeah...yeah...stroke it...yeah, stroke it!"
His balls bounced, below the magnificent, girthy shaft, and I leaned in to probe the flaring hole with my tongue. Swirling over the head, I wrapped my lips tight and worked them up and down the shaft, savoring all his pleasured moans.
He ran his fingers through my hair, and gripped with both hands, taking control. Gently pumping and rolling his hips, he started picking up the pace; I fought back the gagging, as his big dick teased my throat...the probing and erotic gurgles made my cock even harder.
He pulled out a couple times, smearing my face with his spit-covered dick. The head was nearly purple, and the shaft pulsed, with veins standing proud of the long shaft.
He ploughed back through my lips, fucking wildly, "Rob...Rob...oh fuck, Rob! I'm about to..." Before he could finish, his body stiffened, and his dick swelled; he grunted and humped deep, to unleash a hot, creamy load.
He regained his speech, moaning, "Cummmmm...cummmming...oh shit...cummming!" I remember hoping Adam, and even the neighbors upstairs, didn't hear us.
It was more than I expected, but I savored every, last drop, swallowing a couple times. After what seemed like a ceaseless orgasm, he was still shuddering, when I pulled off and took a deep breath. I licked him off, sucking it clean...I loved feeling that big, hard cock on my lips.
"Holy fuck," he panted, "That'll get you breakfast in bed for at least a week...or two!"
He slumped back over the counter, and I grinned, "Breakfast in bed is great, but you know what I want?"
Yeah, we were in the kitchen, at risk of being caught by my roommate (I was hoping he was still asleep), but neither of us had any interest in moving to the bedroom. Marty smiled, "Shit, we need lube...um...maybe we can use that olive oil...it'll work, won't it?
"Yeah, it should work," I spread it around, probed the tight muscle and pushed inside, thrusting forward with the first few inches. My dick stretched him wide open, and he moaned, "Ahhhh...shit...shit that feels...ahhhh, sooooo good...after this, I'm gonna owe you breakfast for a month."
I took it slow, letting him relax some, "That's it...mmmm, that's it...you got this...shit, you're tight!"
I pushed deeper and Marty groaned, yearning for the deep penetration...the stretching...the deep, grinding fucking. "Shit, yeah...yeah...more...gimme more...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...yeah, more...yeah!"
I could feel my groin, grinding his ass, "You got it...yeah, there you go...it's all in...you like that?"
"Fuckkkk...fuck yeah...fuck...fuck me, Rob...fuck me with all that cock...ahhhh...ahhhh...all that cock...yeah, just like that...just like that!"
My hands were all over his hunky, muscled body, and I was going to town on his ass. With our bodies slapping loudly, my balls smacked his and he lurched forward, with each pummeling thrust. Piercing and pumping deep into his tight muscled ass, I groaned, "Fuckkkk...Marty...Marty, that's it...that's it, ride it...uhhhh...uhhhh...take that cock...take it!"
We fucked long and hard, and I eventually grabbed hold of his dick and started stroking, "You like that...you like that dick up your ass? Feels good, doesn't it?
"God...ahhhh...ahhhh, god yes...fuck me...keep fuckin' me...ahhhh...ahhhh...fuck meeeeee!"
