he was such a hot stud, and I wanted him too, in spite of myself and my aching asshole, and so all of my resolutions flew out the window onto the porch roof.

I was face-fucking him now, my cock fully engorged, standing out from my unzipped jeans, and my hands were on his muscular, broad, bare shoulders, in a sort of reversal of our first encounter, where he was face-fucking me. He started unbuttoning my shirt, and pulling up my t-shirt, and I shucked both of them off. As I kicked off my sockless sneakers, he undid my belt and unsnapped my jeans, and yanked them and my shorts off in one motion, and I left them in a pile at the side of the bed as I closed the door of my room. He lay back on my bed, and I pulled his own shorts off of him, holding them to my nose and breathing in his strong man-scent. He sort of chuckled at that and said, “What are you doing?”

I said, “I’m smelling a man – a beautiful man – I like the smell of a real man.” And I lay down on top of him, and as I kissed him, long and deep and with tongue, stretched out on top of him, our dicks rubbing together for a moment – a delicious moment – and I slid off to the side, expecting him to get on top as he usually did when he was this eager – and when was he ever not this eager for sex?

That’s when Ron surprised me – he pulled me back up on top of him, and he reached for a condom out of the basket that I kept by the side of the bed, and he whispered, “I want you to fuck me – I want to feel what it feels like to have a man’s dick up my ass.”

His strong arms, with their bulging biceps, were locked around me, so I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to. My head was buried next to his in the pillow when he said this, but I pulled up enough to look him straight in the eye as I said, “Are you sure? Are you sure that you really want this?”

Ron looked back just as deeply into my own eyes as he said, “I never wanted to do this with another man before now, but I want to do it with you. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know why – just give me this, ok?” And he pulled my head towards him and kissed me again, as if to silence any conversation – and any doubt, for either of us.

I’m not the smartest guy in the world, but not even I’m dumb enough to miss an opportunity like this! I took the proffered condom from him, and tore open the packet with my teeth, real he-man porn-star style, and rolled it onto my ready-and-waiting cock, and then went to work on his sweet ass, to prepare Ron for the loss of his manly