A short but smokin' hot encounter with Marty...enjoy and let me know what you think! I always love the feedback.
We both had the day off and planned to volunteer at a state forest preserve, helping with trail work. We were going to widen a couple stretches, build a few steps and repair some eroded areas. It sounded like a lot of work, but there was going to be 8-10 volunteers and a ranger. (Yeah, I know...hot forest ranger, but that's not where things went.)
Marty was just out of the shower, and toweling off, when I smiled, "Here's some coffee."
Taking a sip from my cup, I sat his next to the underwear and socks on the vanity. Working the bath towel over his hunky body, the effort to dry himself made his arms and muscles ripple. God, he looked good!
My eyes quickly found their focus, but it wasn't anything above the waist. His dick was both handsome...and breathtaking...just like everything else about Marty. Crowned with a stout plum-shaped head, it had some length and girth, even when it was flaccid or semi.
He caught my gaze and teased, "I see you're...uh...preoccupied." He smirked, "It's just over eight inches, and exactly like yours, but you're welcome to take it for a spin. If you were to give it a little attention, you'll get all eight, rock-hard inches to play with!"
He started stroking it for me, and it was well on its way to the big, manly erection, I couldn't resist. I knew what he wanted (what we both wanted) and I was more than happy to comply.
Mmmm...nice and thick...with handsome veining, that rippled over your lips. I gripped the base of the shaft and felt the head stiffen, pulsing against my tongue. It's not like it was new or unfamiliar; I'd worked his cock a thousand times, but I explored the ridge and then those beautiful veins...they felt amazing under my tongue.
I pushed him back against the sink and took as much as I could. Poking my throat, with the tip, got him moaning, "Mmmm...fuckkkk...that's good...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh yeah...that's what I need...right there!"
His big dick was totally hard now, and it felt amazing passing through my lips. It wasn't long before he took over, grabbing my head with both hands and fucking my mouth.
That's when I felt his balls, bobbing up against my chin...and that was heaven. My hunky boyfriend was using my mouth...using it for his pleasure...and things just couldn't get any better.
I worked his cock till he was on the edge, breathing hard, and humping wildly into my face. I wanted to feel that warm rush, explode over my tongue...filling and coating my mouth, but my lust for something more took over.
When I pulled off, I admired his body as he protested, "What...Rob, don't stop!"
His shoulders were broad, and his rippled abs were even more enticing under the bright lights...by any definition, he was hot as fuck. I handed him lube, "Just changing the plan a little. I know you'll like it, though."
I'm know he thought it was for his ass, but before he could answer, I had spun around, dropped my pants and leaned over the vanity. Spreading my legs, and shoving my ass up towards him, I turned to look back, into his eyes.
He grinned, "Dude, I do like where this's going...and that ass is a great change of plan!"
Still grinning, he slapped his big, greased shaft over my ass, "I'll give'ya what you want...but let me work some inside, though."
I felt his fingers push inside me, coating my hole with lube...and then I felt something much bigger, but very familiar, pressing against the muscle. In anticipation, I threw my head back and closed my eyes, anxious and ready to savor the penetration.
Fuck! I was ready to have him inside me...and that big, stout head was feeling like beer-can ecstasy. Marty's usually where I'm standing...but you know, sometimes I just needed to be fucked, too.
