Sharing Swim Meat

During a tender exchange one morning, my mind raced, usually I'm the one up early and making coffee, but here he was bringing me coffee in bed.

I started thinking about having my man bringing me coffee and caring for me, but my thoughts went deeper; Marty wasn't just some random man...he was smokin' hot and hunky...he was my boyfriend...my sexy-as-fuck boyfriend. Then he handed me the cup, and joked, "You were a little cashed last night...could it have been the 8 miles you did after work?"

I took a sip, shaking my head, "No...no, it couldn't have been that." I smiled, and nodded, "Yeah, I guess I should've stopped at 5...and sorry, I fell asleep on the couch."

"No big deal...I knew you were tired, but I think you slept good."

I took another sip, "I did," and held up my cup, "and thanks for this."

"You are very welcome...are you feeling sore?"

I shrugged, "Maybe a little...we'll see when I get up."

He got back in bed, massaging my shoulders, "This and the coffee will surely help."

After a few minutes of pleasured groans, I looked over at him, "Mmmm...Marty...ahhhh...ahhhh...that feels amazing!"

Of course, the massage led to something more, because a few minutes later Marty was hard and showing some thick, manly print. That's where I slipped my hand into his briefs, "Looks like this needs a massage, and I'm here to help with that.

He slipped the underwear down, grinning, "I guess I'm turned on from rubbing your back...go for it...massage away!"

When his big dick bobbed free, it was nearly upright, marbled with those beautiful veins.

Marty's dick was deliciously veined and bumpy to touch; you could feel them with your hand...and your tongue. He had a handsome cock that you wanted to explore and savor every detail. I remember I was fantasizing about how it felt sliding over my lips.

Yeah, I was crazy turned on, too...and I started stroking my hand over his big, eager dick, "Mmmm, it feels like it needs a massage...you're hard as a fuckin' rock!"

I flicked my wrist over the head, teasing the ridge, and he moaned, "Oh yeah...yeah, it's hard, but that feels good...mmmm...really good!"

Watching that big dick dance, made me want it inside, but for that moment, I just leered; it was rock-hard, vertical, veiny and throbbing in my hand. Marty was a smokin' hot guy, but his cock had a sexual pull that was impossible to resist...especially in my horny state.

He grinned, slapping the crown over my extended tongue. I licked his cock all over, swirling my tongue all over the head, down over the shaft, and then over the ridge. Throbbing with need, the head's thick, swollen, and pulsing against my tongue.

Driving it into my mouth, I savored its hot girth and texture, as I watched him take over and fuck my mouth. He teased my limits with his big dick, eliciting sexy slurps and gurgles.

His cock was long and thick, definitely a challenge, but it felt amazing inside my mouth...and even better buried in my ass. As soon as I grinned, "I could use a good fuck," Marty clearly had a plan.

He surprised me by getting up, walking over to the bathroom door and swinging it all the way open...with a big mirror facing his bed.

It was new and I remembered seeing it when I was in the bathroom. I even considered how it might play into future bathroom encounters, but I never realized the door could open into the bedroom like that. Clearly Marty had because he grinned, "We can watch! In the bedroom or the bathroom!"

I think I grinned and said, "Fuck yeah! That's fuckin' cool!"

With a few long, sensuous strokes of his beautiful cock, he smiled, "I wanna fuck with the mirror!"

Shucking off his t-shirt, he was buck naked and stroking his big dick. I watched him make his way back to bed and could hardly take my eyes off his hunky, muscled frame...and then there was that dick bobbing its way into my brain. It soaked up as much manly perfection as possible, savoring his broad, muscular shoulders, the athletic taper of his torso, his lick-able abs, and that gorgeous dick.

He moved in behind me, kissing my neck and pumping his big dick up through my butt cheeks. We were facing the mirror, and I could watch him pushing them together like a bun around his manly erection.

His cock was slick with lube, and when he started rolling his hips, I ached for the inevitable, pushing back into him.

I was drunk with desire, and ready to be fucked. When I felt his hands moving up to my waist, I moaned, yearning for it, "Oh yeah, Marty...put it in...put it in me!"

Moaning louder when I felt him pushing lube inside, our eyes met in the mirror, while he was taunting me with a finger fuck.

I grinned, "Mmmm, that feels good, but I need something thicker...and bigger."

He smiled, "I know...but you'll want it even more, if I tease you some."

That's where he surprised me and shoved inside, just barely sinking the head into the muscle. Still teasing me, he fucked me with the very tip, a fraction of what I wanted...and needed.

"Ahhhh...ahhhh...stop teasing me...put it all in...I want it all!"

"Of course you do...I know you want it, but I can't help myself."

He laughed, shoving me forward with one powerful thrust, and driving all eight, gorgeous inches inside. I let out a pleasured howl, as it dragged over my insides, and I felt him grind my ass. My eyes rolled back, when he bottomed out...I swear it was in my belly.

Having his big cock filling me up, triggered all my senses in ways that only a man's cock will. He pumped in and out, slowly at first, but then increasing the pace, and elevating my ecstasy. It's something most guys would never believe, till they experience it...and they're hooked.

"Ohhhh, damn my hole needs that...just needs some cock...yeah...yeah...gimme that cock!"

His grunts melded with rhythmic slapping thrusts, filling the room, till he moaned, "Fuck...fuck...yeah...yeah...yeah, you're so fucking tight...fuckkkkkk!"

My whole body flexed with pleasure, working his big dick, and beckoning the deep, satisfying strokes. I leaned over to support myself with the bed and spread my legs wider, watching him fuck me in the mirror, "There that's better...ohhhh...ohhhh...god damn that feels...feels gooooood...so gooooodddd!"

He moaned, "Yeah...yeah, you like it this way...you just need it sometimes!" He laughed, "Usually it's my ass...getting the pounding, but don't mind this at all...mmmm...not at all!"

Then he said, "I love how you're watching us fuck...guess I do the same thing whenever we have a mirror...it's hot as fuck! Dude, I like to watch your face as much as I like watching your ass...ahhhh...ahhhh...and watch it swallow my dick!"

Marty was holding me steady and slamming into me, driving his cock as deep as he could. With each thrust, my aching cock bobbed back and forth, dancing to his rhythm.

About the same time, he noticed it, too... dick and teased me, "You like getting fucked like this...that big dick you got is dancing...rock-hard and dancing!"

I was taking it all in, driving my hips back to meet his thrusts, and watching his muscles flex as he fucked me. With my brain in a pleasured stupor, there was a long pause before I collected my thoughts, "Yeah...yeah...yeah, I do...I do love it...love getting fucked!"

I grinned, "Yeah...fuck me good...use me like a bottom slut and fuck me good...you big-dicked stud...fuck me good!"

"I will...you sexy bottom slut...bottom slut that loves an ass pounding!"

"Marty...oh fuck, Marty...fuck me...pound me...pound me good!"

He smirked, "I know you're close...yeah...yeah...still tight, though...wonder how many guys have taken your ass!"

"Ahhhh, just fuck me...we'll...we'll talk later...and I'll tell you how many asses I've had.

I was on the brink, and he kept thrusting into me...there was no holding back, I had to cum and started yanking on my dick like a wild man.

Punctuating his speech with long, deep thrusts, Marty groaned, "Fuck yeah...you're ready to explode...I'm gonna fuck out every last drop you got...in those balls!"

Moaning louder, as he pounded me to the finish, "Mmmm Marty...fuck yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...fuck me...fuck me, harddddddd!"

I was crazy horny and aching for release, as my own begging moans took me over the edge. With Marty relentlessly pumping me with his big meaty dick, I was lost in orgasm, shuddering with pleasured contractions, "Ohhhh...ohhhh...ohhhh...godddddd...fuckkkkkkkk...fuckkkkkkk!"

I almost collapsed but he held me up, and coached me, "Fuck dude...cum hard...cum hard for me...I'll fuck you through...I'll fuck you through it...cum...cum hard for me!"

Well, I did that and more, leaving a big, thick load on the bed as he fucked me to the finish...and kept going.

Once I got past the haze, I really wanted to feel him cum, and started begging, "That's it, fuck me...that's it...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah, breed me...fuck'n breed my ass...own it...yeah...yeah...yeah, breed it...make it yoursssss...fuck'n breed it!"

As Marty humped into me, I remember the pleasure from his cock and being breathless...each time I caught my breath, another thrust of his cock forced the air from my lungs.

I was getting a good pounding, and every second was amazing, but I knew he was close. Again, I moaned, "Cum in me...breed me, Marty...yeah...yeah...yeah, breed my pussy!"

Thrusting hard, he slammed his cock deep and his body stiffened for a split-second, as his cock started pulsing inside me. The pleasure consumed both of us as his grip tightened, and he slowly grinded me until he was fully spent.

I watched his hips flex as he filled me with thick, creamy seed. I savored the warmth, but with the mirror, I could see every flexing muscle before, during and after his orgasm. It was like I was watching the hottest porn, I'd ever seen.

The lingering aftermath was crazy hot, because he stayed inside, buried deep and catching his breath. With a slow pace, he rewarded me with long, greedy strokes, that made my entire body ache for more. Then, with a big, satisfied exhale, he started to ease back, giving me one last thrust before slipping his cock out.

He rolled off and collapsed next to me on the bed, smiling and savoring the amazing sex we just shared. I looked into his eyes, and grinned, "Not sore anymore...at least until I try to walk."

"I'm feelin' pretty damn good after that!"

That was how our morning started...we'd been camping out at his parents' place, but they were coming back into town that afternoon. He decided he should hang with them on their first couple nights back, but he really wanted to have more "Rob Time," as he called it...and definitely needed more Marty Time.

That's when I added, "That's good...I'd like to have you at my place, but you really need to spend time with your parents. After a couple nights with them...maybe, just tell them you wanna hang out at my place because of the pool."

He laughed, "That's a good plan, and I'll use it, but I need to be careful...they've always talked about a pool, and they just might invite themselves!"

I shook my head, "Don't worry, you know they're always welcome."

Shaking his head no, "No, not a good idea...I need to make sure that doesn't happen."

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The plan for two nights with the parents turned into three, but it gave me some time with Tina, which turned out to be equally satisfying.

Anyway, it was a Thursday night, and Marty showed up after work, with his duffle bag. We'd planned to go out with some friends, including my roommate Adam, but he had to get a shower.

He was just getting out of the shower and drying off, when I handed him a beer. He tipped it back, and grinned, "Fuck I need that...after working out in this damn heat."

It was the fourth day of mid-90's, and I knew it was rough, working out on a jobsite. That's when I shook my head, "You know we don't have to go out...could order pizza and chill here tonight...and...I think Adam's staying at Crissy's place."

Neither one of us seemed all that hungry so we had another beer, and another, before deciding on a swim. It was still a little steamy outside even after nine o'clock.

Marty looked at me, "Guess your pool story's legit...besides I could use a swim."

The pool was deserted that night; considering the heat, that was surprising, but I guess it was Thursday night, hardly a big party night.

We were fucking around doing a few laps, but then we decided to race, doing two laps...and the loser was buying dinner Friday night. Marty definitely had an upper body edge, but I was able to beat him.

We were both panting, and he grinned, "You fucker...I know you can kick my ass with anything beyond a half-mile, but swimming...I thought I had it!"

The pool lighting made his wet body glimmer in the moonlight, showing off the sculpted muscle, flexing with his movements. Whether he was wearing something loose and baggy or tight and fitted, his athletic build always seeped through, to catch your eye. Marty was the perfect example of sexy-jock masculinity, and I couldn't stop ogling. While my cock hardened, and its girth overwhelmed my speedos, my eyes were fucking every inch of his body.

He lifted himself out to sit on the edge of the pool. I caught a good eyeful of his round, muscled ass, but then he spread his legs, and I couldn't ignore the big dick, that was barely contained by the brown Speedo. I thought about adopting Speedos as our dress-code in the apartment...mmmm...it'd be super easy to bend him over and slide inside.

Knowing that I'm staring, Marty grins because it turns him on...making his big dick swell even more. Already, I was sporting a full-on erection, and I knew if it went on much longer, it'd probably start drooling.

I moved over to where he was sitting and groped the bulging suit, smirking, "This has to be my trophy for winning the race."

He was swelling larger, and I pushed the suit down, slowly stroking his cock and feeling its throb in my hand. My hand slid over the thick shaft, tantalized by its manly girth and veining.

The pulsing throb was mesmerizing, but he pulled me out of my trance, grinning, "Ohhhh yeah...that's...that's your trophy, right there...ohhhh...ohhhh...yeah, stroke it...stroke that trophy."

His lingering gaze, locked with mine, but glanced down at my bulging suit, "Fuckkkk...guess that means you've got my trophy right there." He smiled, "I had to jerk off the other night, and fantasized about you and Paige...you were putting it to me and cumming in me." He laughed, "You bred my ass, good...really good." Then he laughed, "When I fantasized about Paige, I was doing the fucking, and she was squealing...I guess you both got equal time."

"Was it good?"

"Yeah, she was good...she took it like a fuck'n trooper."

I laughed, "Well that's always good, but I meant your outcome. The jerk off session...was it good?"

"Fuck yeah...did the job...and I was able to get to sleep."

Then he jumped in and slipped the hardon from my suit. "There it is...mmmm...that's my fantasy...and my trophy! Having it in my hand, feels way better than a fantasy."

He moved closer to whisper, "I love the way we always check each other out...in the shower...the pool...the kitchen...or in the car. The way we lust for each other...it's fuck'n hot!"

He hugs me and I feel his meaty hard-on pressing against my ass, "Rob, what might I do to satisfy you, this evening?" I think the thought of Marty satisfying me got my dick even harder.

We looked around again to see if we were still alone...thankfully we were because things were heating up.

"Looks like we're still got the pool ourselves."

He joked, "Fuck...got no problem doin' it for a crowd."

I grinned, "Always ready...I like that in a man." I smirked, groping his ass, "Tight and muscled...a bottom always eager to satisfy his man."

Kissing him, I probed deep into his mouth, wrapping my tongue over his tongue. I loved working down over his neck to his chest and teasing his nipples, because I could feel his muscles flex with my lips.

That's where he, moaned, "Get up on the edge...let me suck it for you."

Always enamored with my erection, he stroked it with both hands and pressed the hot shaft into his cheek. Nuzzling me, he dragged his lips and cheek over my skin, caressing himself with my cock. Fueling his cock lust, I took over, pressing it into his face, and thrusting eight throbbing inches over his cheek.

He spit into his hand several times, stroking it on and coating it till it glistened. Then he looked into my eyes and swallowed it, taking it right down to the base. He rocked his head from side to side, driving it deep into his throat.

With his upper lip buried in my pubes, I felt his chin grinding my balls, but then he pulled back to lick the shaft's underside. That didn't last long, before he was taking it back into his throat, even grabbing my thighs and pumping them, to fuck his throat. deeply fucking his throat with my dick. I always found it hard to believe he could swallow me like he did, but I knew how bad he wanted it and grabbed his head, face-fucking him with long sensual thrusts.

My hands held tight, as I pumped my cock into his throat's warm caress. It wasn't long before he had me on the brink, and moaning, but suddenly aware that I was out in the open...and face fucking my boyfriend.

Surprised that I could even think coherently, but I caught a glimpse of headlights pulling into one of the parking lots. I remember looking around to see if we were still alone, but I couldn't contain my pleasured moans...and tried to be quieter, "Oh...ohhhh...ohhhh goddddd Martyyyyyy!"

He knew I was close and pulled out some to stroke the base, keeping just the tip on his tongue. He teased the glans, sucking and swirling his tongue over what he knew would set me off.

After a few seconds, it happened and I felt the warm pleasure surge up from my balls, followed by another...and another...and another. I groaned with ecstasy, painting his tongue, as he took it all...satisfying his animal needs with a hot, manly load.

Filling his mouth with a coating of musky warmth, I moaned as Marty swallowed and milked me for every last drop. There was just a trickle that drooled from the corner of his lips. He quickly pushed it into his mouth, eagerly swirling the hot cream around in his mouth.

Intoxicated, with the sensory explosion, our eyes met, and he laughed, "Throating your cock always makes me horny and hard as shit...you gotta fuck'n do me now...fuck me with it!"

I ran my hand through his hair and over his jaw, "Let's move over there...to the cabana...it's not quite as public."

We grabbed the towels and our suits and made our way to the cabana. It was nearly 10:00, but it was still in the upper 80's, and I remember him saying, "Being wet feels good in this heat."

I laid him down on a lounger, licking my way over his chest and down over his sexy six-pack. Then he grinned, "But being fucked feels good all the time...hot or cold...all the time!"

Despite his need to be fucked, I couldn't resist the energy (BDE)...nobody could, and I took his big dick in my hand.

I leaned over to put my mouth over the head, slowly dragging my lips up and down that beautiful cock. Sucking and swirling my tongue all over the shaft, I made my way back to re-focus on the head, sending pleasured shudders throughout his sexy, muscled body.

He moaned, "Oh god...Rob...yeah...yeah...yeah, that's gonna make me...make me shoot...oh keep going...oh fuckkkkk!"

That excited me and I pushed his legs aside, "Pull your legs back...and I'll make us both shoot."

Covering my dick with spit...a lot of spit, I pulled his cheeks apart to push some inside. Using my fingers to spread him open, I moved in closer and guided my throbbing erection to his needy hole.