Roman gladiator? That I want you to throw me down on this table right here, right now and ravage me like a lion devouring a wildebeest? I think your teammates probably already know those things. Well, most of them, anyway.”

“You won’t tell anyone?” he sheepishly queried as I made my way toward the door.

“Of course not,” I responded while sliding the ugly grey trashcan that usually serves as a doorstop to the laundry room out of the way so that I could seal us in for a little more privacy.

“What if someone comes by and wonders why the door is locked?” Ken asked with a tone of anticipation.

“I guess we’d better hurry then,” I slurred seductively while curling my tongue against the inside of my lower cheek.

Like a long fuse slowly burning to an explosion, at that moment the anticipation that had been building between us shattered into a sense of unbridled urgency.
Ken pounced on me like a kitten tackling a ball of string. He backed me up against the wall, pawing at my shirt and peppering me with quick, forceful kisses. I let my hands slide under his form-fitting, white tank-top. Slowly they traveled up the length of his well-defined back, lifting with their motions his shirt until it was nearly over his head. He lifted his arms and let me remove the shirt all of my own accord. I had to stretch to the very tips of my toes to get it past his arms given that he was so much taller than me.

As my face descended his lightly haired chest, my mouth worked its way across his broad flat pecs to find his full, medium-brown nipples. I took his left nipple into my mouth and began to suck and nibble playfully, like a fish biting at a hooked worm. While I continued to suckle and tug at his nipple, my right hand moved down to squeeze and massage the bulge forming in his jeans. As he grew harder the pace and rigor of my nipple-play intensified.

While moving my mouth back across his firm, flat chest to his other thick, meaty nipple, my fingers deftly unzipped the fly of his muddy denim jeans. Biting and gnawing at him like a horny beaver, I reached my hand into his pants and firmly gripped his massive cock through his gray cotton boxer briefs. He let out a little moan as I curled my fingers around the shape of his shaft and began massaging the underside of his fat, mushroom head with little swirls of the tip of my thumb.

With the gentle urging of his fingers under my jaw, Ken lifted my head up from his nipple and started kissing me again. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and jerked me up and forward, pulling me so close into his kiss I feared for a moment he was attempting to swallow me whole. His other hand drifted deliberately to my ass cheek and began firmly kneeding the thick muscles of my upper thigh. I started to get the impression that Ken was a top, and I had no problem with that. But I just really wanted to make sure I got that magnificent cock of his in my mouth for at least a moment before he rammed it up my ass.

I broke free from his tractor beam of a kiss and began working my way down his long, naturally tanned