Like many guys... after a good hard fuck, I usually feel like rolling over and going to sleep. Or, to keep my wife happy, shower up first, and then roll over and going to sleep.
Hoo boy, that was
not
the case with Nate.
I lazily kept fucking his ass, luxuriating in the feel of his asshole as it spasmed around my still-hard dick. I was panting like a dog left out in the summer heat. We both were. We just... smiled at each other, with dazed, loopy expressions on our faces. Instinctively my hands roamed across his body, my right hand finding his face. Some long minutes later my cock slid out of him with a cummy slurp. Even so, we were still interlocked. Unwilling to let go of each other, or the moment we shared. A tangle of limbs, hair and sweat. I leaned in, our foreheads touching, my hands clasping his face... my mind unable to get over the feel of his stubbled jaw against my palms.
That prickly feeling haunted me. And excited me.
The feeling of a man's jaw.
A man.
I had... fucked... a man.
My mind turned it over again and again, barely believing it, even as Nate's masculinity flooded my senses. I... chuckled. In wonder.
Nate, still coming down from his own epic rush involuntarily joined me, half-laughing himself as he asked, "What's so fucking funny?"
"Just can't believe it. Can't fucking believe it. Believe how lucky I am."
Nate shot me a look. A look of masculine hunger. "Lucky? You? Will, my friend... you are the hottest motherfucker I've ever met. God, you fucking turn me on..." I cut him off my landing a sloppy kiss across his face, which he returned just as hard.
That's all it took. Just like that, we were at it all over again. My mouth slammed into his, and he started kissing me hard enough to suck off my entire face. My hands gripped him hard, my right hand sweeping through his sweat-drenched hair. Alive at his touch. Still fascinated by his scruffy jaw, I broke the kiss and started nuzzling around his ear, rubbing his cheek against mine. The friction of our stubble was deliciously painful, an experience I'd never had when making out with a woman.
Heh. One of so
many
experiences I had never had with a woman.
As I dragged my mouth along his chin, I came across a thick splatter of cum. Jesus. All the way up here? Really? The guy had blasted cum all over his neck. I slurped it off hungrily, while Nate let out a rumbling growl.
Suddenly, Nate sprang to life, catching me off-guard. He threw me off from our awkward angle and tossed me onto my back, across the seat of the couch. He then pounced on me like a saber-toothed tiger, furiously attacking my neck with his mouth. Our dicks ground against each other, burrowing through our crotch hair and dueling for attention.
Fuck, he was strong.
But he wasn't trying to pin me, not trying to take me down. No... this was a bout of wrestling solely about physical pleasure for physical pleasure's sake. Feeling skin on skin. The friction of our body hair snarling against each other. The taste of his sweat as he ground against my face.
And fuck yeah, I was in.
Nate slid down slightly, and repaid me for worshiping his chest by going after mine. Holy fuck was that wild! It wasn't some dainty little thing, either; he ground against me with his mouth, setting my skin on fire. His stubble raked across me and I instinctively arched my back and hissed out... but in a second, the scruff was replaced by the smooth wetness of his lips and tongue. I gurgled some incomprehensible words of encouragement.
He swirled big, spiraling circles with his tongue, sucking the sweat of my body, and went after my hairy nipples. God, he fucking sucked me down like a starving baby. Tongue, lips, and even the graze of his teeth. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" was all I could say. He fucking sucked me. Aggressively. Hungrily. My wife knew I my nipples were sensitive and sometimes teased me there, but nothing like this. And then he savagely swept over to the other nipple, attacking it just as strongly. And swung back and forth, scraping me raw with his scruff as he did so. His hands clawed across my sweaty torso. His touch was so... alive. Fucking alive. And there was... intent. I'd never had someone come at me so strongly before. I howled out like a hound dog barking at the moon.
His head snapped up and he caught my eyes. He had a shit-eating grin on his face. "You surprised me with something. Allow me to return the favor."
Before I could even think about what he meant, he violently wrenched my right arm back and ground his face into my hairy arm pit.
"FUUUUUUUCK!"
Oh FUCK that was insane. I had been driven by his scent, but never thought about what it would feel like to have an aggressive man's tongue maul me like that. It was a fucking... sensual, nasty, fucking primal experience that sent lightning across my body as he loudly slurped my hairy pit.
Jesus Christ... I'll say it again, getting it on with a man was fucking nothing like being with a woman. My brain was drowning in a sea of hormones I never knew existed.
As Nate went after me, his hand again found its way to my face and dragged across me. Something wild overcame me, and I leaned in, and started making out with his cupped hand, nuzzling his fingers. As I worked him over, I forced his fingers apart with my tongue and stared sucking them down hard. It caught my memories of sucking down his rock-hard cock.
Nate must have read my mind. He lifted his head up and watched me suckle his fingers. In a flash, he was straddling my chest, his cock stabbing at my face like a sword. "Oh, so you like sucking things, do you?" He pointed his cockhead at me, and rolled the tip around my mouth.
Fuck, I loved his cock. I reached out my tongue, and suddenly he drove his cock inside my mouth. Catching me off-guard.
It was so fucking hot. I could taste his spent cum. Feel him fill my mouth. The angle wasn't ideal, but I was too horned up to care. I sucked the tip hard, running my tongue roughly along his cockhead. With his cock in my mouth, my animal growls were muffled, but the vibrations made his cock dance in my mouth. Nate cocked his head back and let loose a string of obscenities, barely keeping his balance as he straddled me in that vulnerable position.
After a few minutes, he shifted position forward and straddled my face, so his hairy balls were dangling over my nose. And then he ground his hairy nutsack all over my face, filling my nose with the ripe scent of his musk. I sucked his balls as they rolled over me, catching them as I could in my mouth, and savoring their taste. But it was mostly the scent of him that I remember... raw, primal, untamed. The smell of masculinity.
The smell of masculine sex.
And sex is what I needed.
My cock was straight and as hard as a steel girder. Needing release. I was flat on my back, but I'm pretty fucking strong myself. I grabbed Nate and in a massive shove threw him off me. I pounced on top of him, smothering him in a kiss that nearly sucked out his breath. I pulled back slightly, and through clenched teeth, barked out, "I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck that hairy ass.
Now
."
Nate's ears perked up. With cat-like moves, he bucked out from under me, then kneeled down on the couch--his fucking amazing ass was hanging out over the seat cushions, and his upper torso draped across the back of the couch. He looked back at me. With a leer, he growled out, "Got the house to ourselves, and the game doesn't start for an hour. Make this one last."
God... the hunger in his voice... And I thought
