He grunted and grabbed the hand that I was probing him with and forced my fingers deeper into him as I felt his sphincter tighten rhythmically at the same moment that a gusher of jism filled my waiting mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned as I imagined the sight of his manly geyser, as spurt after spurt of his essence filled my mouth and spilled out, dribbling erotically down my chin and on to my chest. He reached won and pulled me up and we shared a cum-filled kiss.
I fell back on the bed and raised my legs in the air, exposing my eager fuck hole to him. He didn't disappoint me, plunging his shaft in hard and deep with just a pause to allow my body to react and adjust to his girth. His mouth was hard on mine as we fucked, both of us enjoying the sticky treat that his cock had granted me. To my pleasure and astonishment, he came quickly and voluminously. We both cried out in pleasure as I felt his nectar explode inside me, and I came only a few moments later.
As our orgasm subsided, he slowed the pace of his thrusting, and moved so that he could masturbate me as we remained coupled together. It was incredible! The warmth of his cum slicking our intercourse, the pressure of his big cock deep inside me, the smooth loving grip of his hand on my love shaft, and the intensity in his kisses and his gaze all conspired to keep me hard and eager for more of his love. He didn't stop fucking me until we had both climaxed once more.
Only then did he slip his fuckshaft from the embrace of my love hole. He knelt over me, our bodies glazed with sweat, his cock smeared with cum, and licked my cum from my belly and then kissed me some more. To my amazement, he then took his cock in hand and masturbated for me. With one hand he stroked his cock, and with the other, he fingered his asshole until he anointed my cock and balls with another creamy climax. I pulled him to me after that, and we fell asleep with the taste of cum on our tongues, and cum drying on our bodies.
That weekend I spent in a sexual haze. His cum seemed to flow from a bottomless well, and I drank from it. I awoke the with his hard cock pressed against my thigh, and rolled over and masturbated him into my mouth. Before the hour was out, my tongue and lips had been anointed three times with his love nectar. We showered, and returned to the bedroom where he stood over me as I lay on the floor and fucked myself with a dildo. He squirted his man-milk all over my cock, and then took me in his mouth and sucked me to orgasm as he pistoned my fuck toy in and out of my asshole. When he smiled at me after I came, his face was radiant in the morning sun, and stunningly erotic as a dollop of my love cream ran down from the corner of his mouth.
By late Sunday, I had lost track of the number of times he had exploded in my mouth and my ass and all over my body. I had lost the ability to cum sometime late Saturday, and again by mid-morning Sunday, but I couldn't resist this seemingly non-stop sex train, and simply opened my mouth and my legs just to revel in the experience.
We parted Sunday night, but the next several weekends were some of the most intense experiences of my life.
Several times, we went out in the evening and brought another stud back to my house and blew his mind, as well as other parts of his anatomy. I loved to sit in a chair by the fireplace and watch Marcel do to some hot stud what he did to me on our first night together, and then have our guest watch in amazement as Marcel fucked my mouth and my ass until we had both climaxed twice again. Other times, I would guide his cock into some nice, tight pucker hole, and caress both of them as they fucked doggy style. After Marcel had amply filled him with hot spooge, I would lick his cum from our "date's" ass and balls as Marcel fucked me. Or, two of us would lay on our backs on the bed, side by side, kissing intently while Marcel took turns fucking us.
By the end of a night, our guests would always be moved to one more climax than they thought they had in them, and simply blown away by Marcel's ability to cum time and time again.
One winter night, there were five of us frolicking naked in front of the glow of my fireplace. The wine had flown, and our bodies were slick and hard. For an hour, hands and fingers and tongues had explored freely. I was delirious with anticipation, eager to take all of us to the next level and let cocks fill slick, puckered holes, and hot jism spill on to tongues and lips.
Marcel took the lead, and pulled us all to the center of the room. He pushed Brian, one of our regular fuck-buddies to the floor on his back and straddled him. I took Brian's raging hard-on and guided it to my lovers hole. This was very exciting, as Marcel had only been fucked a few times while we together. The results, though, had been spectacular. I licked my lips with excitement as I watched Marcel's pucker hole stretch, yield, and engulf the slick cock. Marcel tilted his head back and closed his eyes in ecstasy as he fucked up and down with slow, loving movements of his hips.