Groom-To-Be and Me part3
by Porn Review Blogsensitive skin right where the jock’s straps met and he spent a great
deal of time working it back and forth. Then to my amazement, I began
to feel something fluttering around my asshole. Michael was teasing
the ring of my hole with flickers from his tongue. I automatically
found myself trying to push my ass closer to his face. He then began
to dive into my butthole, like a man starving for ass. I’d never felt
anything like it in my life. One of his hands grabbed my hard dick and
started pounding it. I finally had to push his head and hand away to
avoid blasting too soon.
He came up for air and a kiss. The kiss tasted musky and manly. His
body felt like heaven on top of mine. For a moment I was terrified we
might break the table. Yet, Michael’s lack of concern calmed my fears.
He rotated his body around until his dripping meat was right above my
face. As I tried to lick the drop of glistening pre-cum from its tip
he pulled away and laughed. After several moments of teasing me he
allowed his 9-incher to come within range of my thirsty mouth. I
sucked as much into my mouth as I could, while he did the same to me.
We became lost in flesh, sweat, grunts, moans and pleasure. A finger
slid into my ass and all I could focus on was the circular motion it
was making inside of me.
Totally relaxed and wet with perspiration we seemed to enjoy each
other for an endless period of time. Michael rolled off me and onto
the floor. He slid under the coffee table and I twisted onto my
stomach to see where he had gone. Beneath me he was smiling and
stroking himself. He lifted his head to the glass as I lowered mine
and we kissed with the thick clear surface between us. I raised up
onto my knees and started jerking off to the same rhythm. Our eyes
were locked to each other as we each enjoyed the self-pleasure the
other was experiencing.
I lowered my body to the tabletop, wet with body juices, and started
to hump the glass. Michael scooted out from under the table and
positioned himself behind me. Once again, his face was buried in my
ass as his tongue fucked my hot opening. I felt him reposition his
body and in one strong, swift movement he was inside of me - all the
way inside of me.
For a few moments I was gasping for breath. Michael remained unmoving.
I could feel the wiry hairs around his balls against the lips of my
ass. Slowly he began to slide in and out of me. All I could think of
was the mantra of the children’s story “The Little Engine That Could”:
” I think I can, I think I canƒ” He increase the tempo just like in
the story until he was pounding in and out of my ass.
Suddenly we both kind of jumped as we heard the front door of his
parent’s house slam shut. No matter who it was, we were too far into
what we were doing to stop - and Michael again picked up the speed of
his animal-like humping of my butt. Even the scream, the
blood-curdling scream of the family maid as she walked into the living
room, was not enough to make us quit. Sweat was pouring off the two of
us, lost in our fucking, as the maid ran from the house crossing
herself and cursing in Spanish.
As the door slammed again Michael let out a howl and plunged into me
so hard I almost slid off the table. He continued plugging me as I
began to shoot off onto the glass beneath me - without even touching
myself. Michael slapped my ass as he came again and again with each
stroke into my hole. Each spurt from my cock caused the muscles of my
asswall to grab his shaft tighter and milk another blast from his
guts. Michael slowly began to ease up on the workout he was giving my
butt and lowered his hot body onto mine.
With his still hard prick inside me, he hugged me and panted, “Oh, my
God!”
“Unbelievable,” was my response, “I can’t believe your housekeeper
walked in on us.”
Michael laughed and his prod twitched in my raw cavity. “Yeah, she
must have really gotten an eyeful.”
It was my turn to giggle. “Well, she would have if she’d stayed around
much longer. How the hell are you going to deal with her?”
Pulling up off of my body Michael said, “When I was a teenager I found
out Teresa was her in this country illegally. One day she caught me
smoking pot. I told her if anyone learned about it, she was on her way
back home. She won’t say a word to anyone about today.”
He pulled me up off the messy table and I asked if we shouldn’t
cleanup our mess. He laughed again as he pulled me out toward the
open-air shower on the patio. “Hell no, why do that when we have a
housekeeper.”
A few weeks later a photo of Michael and his bride caught my attention
as I read the newspaper. My wife walked in as I scanned the item about
their wedding.
“Did someone you know get married?” she asked.
“Oh, just a good friend from the gym.”
She wandered toward the kitchen and, always the model of proper
manners, continued her quiz. “Did you get him a gift?”
“As a matter of fact, I gave him his gift a few weeks ago but I was
thinking about calling him to go out for a drink and celebrate.”