Hot Lunch story part4
by Porn Review Blogslicked-up cock between the crack of my ass. I closed my eyes tightly
and gripped the arm of the sofa as he pushed the bulbous head of his
cock past my anus. “Relax, relax, it’ll feel so good once I get it in
and your ass gets used to it,” he said in a soft voice.
I told him I’d fucked myself many times with various sized dildos and
that I could take anything he could give me. And with that, the head
of his cock popped past my anal ring and I felt his hot, throbbing
cock sink into my rectum. I gasped at the intense feeling of having my
ass filled with a live hard cock for the first time. It felt somewhat
like fucking my dildos, but different. For one thing, Greg’s cock was
considerably hotter than anything made of rubber and for another, no
dildo could make the kinds of motions that this cock was performing in
my ass. He filled me up righteously and fucked me steadily, with
almost grim purpose.
“Oh God, your cock feels so good,” I exclaimed when I got my voice
back. “Fuck me and fill my ass with your hot cream.” I was steadily
stroking my own nearly nuclear cock in time with the rhythm of Greg’s
cock in my ass, and I was pushing my butt back to get more and more of
his heavenly dick in my ass. Greg’s hands worked my butt cheeks as he
gripped my hips for better leverage. I could feel the ripples of his
cock as he began to pump harder and faster back and forth in my ass,
and I was keeping right up with him as I stroked my own cock. I lifted
my head up and howled at the wondrous feelings of hard, hot cock in my
steaming, velvety rectum.
All too soon, I felt the telltale tingle of what I knew was going to
be a stupendous orgasm. “I’m, I’m gonna cum,” I cried, and cut loose
with a mega-cum load. I shot two huge ropes of cum that landed on the
base of the sofa then shot the remaining bolts of cum in great arcs
onto the towel on the floor. As I came, my sphincter clenched and
tightened, and that was too much for Greg to withstand. With a choking
cry, he pushed deeper into my ass than he’d been before, and I felt
his cock swell, then burst in a series of rapid-fire cum shots deep
into my bowels. Greg emptied himself completely in my ass as I bucked
back to get every drop. For long minutes, his cock spasmed and
twitched as he shot oozing droplets of cum deep in my ass.
Finally, Greg wrapped his arms around my chest and slumped onto my
back, his cock still embedded in my ass. I just knelt there in
position, my head lolling on the sofa as I soaked up the afterglow of
one of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life. After
several minutes, his cock quit twitching in my ass and he pulled it
out, followed immediately by a stream of cum that dribbled out my
gaping asshole and down the back of my thighs. This sensation was so
erotic that I felt my cock begin to revive somewhat, but I wanted a
little time to rest before we moved on to the second act of this
sexual performance.
We sat back on the floor, with our backs against the sofa, with our
arms around each other and a hand on each other’s mostly-limp dick. We
talked about our lives and how we ended up here, two men naked
following a thoroughly homoerotic experience. Greg had grown up in
this town, and had moved away to go to work, then to go to college. He
had moved back here four years previously to help care for his widowed
mother, who was living in a nursing home. He said he was probably, “95
percent gay.” He had tried women in high school, but had had some bad
experiences, and when he had been turned on to men, he immediately
knew that was for him.
He said he could have sex with a woman under very specific
circumstances, such as in a threesome with a bisexual couple, but he
just couldn’t do one-on-one sex with a female. I asked him if he found
it tough being a gay man in this staunchly conservative town. “It’s
frustrating, yes,” he answered. “But, you know, that’s the way it
goes. You don’t always get what you want.” Although he wasn’t ashamed
of his gayness, he preferred staying in the closet as much as
possible. There was his very religious mother, who was still mentally
alert if physically declining; there were his old school friends that
…End of the part4. To be continued..