More, you ask?

Me on my back tripping on François’ cock. Trying to focus on François’ face. His eyes narrowed – in a trance of his own. Wave after wave of pleasure. He stops my moaning with his mouth. Riding me faster. Then stopping with just his knob inside me. My cock twitches. His lips lower to a nipple and suck. As he works my nipples I slide him into me. His fucking takes on a pattern of short thrusts followed by long slow sliding into my, up to my balls. I blow another load and watch François as he builds up to a climax – pulling his wrapped cock out, pulling of the condom and shooting all over my chest and stomach. I grab his cock and pull it to my lips and lick him clean. He kisses me. This man is a true kisser, tongues float in and out, his cum and our spit an elixir. In slow motion we move our hand over each other’s spent, wet bodies and curl into a post orgasmic sleep, spooning I feel his uncut cock rest between the crack of my ass. I smile.

The next morning I hear his accented voice purring in my ear “wake up.”

“No” I mumble. I want to lay there with Prince Charming for the whole day.

“Wake up” he purrs, reaching around and sliding his hand over my morning wood. I push my back closer to him as he slowly strokes my cock. “We have to get to work.” I feel a kiss on my neck and his cock growing.

“Mmmmmm. Don’t stop.”

François turns me over, kisses my lips. I touch his smooth chest and abs, my hand finding his uncut cock. I slowly pull his foreskin back; he bites my lips and tightens his grasp on my rock hard boner. Stroking me harder, his piercing blue eyes – devil, saint, and superhero rolled into one man. I lie still as both his hands explore my smooth body. I tremble at the touch of this man. I kiss him and say, “We do need to get to work.”

“Not just yet” then his mouth starts to suck my balls.

“You’re better the coffee” I whisper.

His lips start to play with my cock, teasing me. I try to touch him but he pins my wrists to the bed and continues this perfect torture. I hold back for as long as I can, then say “dude I’m about to shoot.”

His mouth disengages from my cock and he smiles at me, that grin, that smile – “go ahead” he says, then he wraps his lips around my cock and I explode into his mouth, thrusting deep into his throat, his hands grab my ass and pull me into him deeper.

I beg to suck him off but the time has gone too fast – we head to the shower. Nothing like that first shower with a new lover. Washing each other’s hair, exploring each other’s bodies with soap, cleaning off a night of sex, getting semi hard, kissing, boner-to-boner. Being the devil I am I turn around, hand him the bar of soap and ask him to wash my hole.

“You are a bad boy” he smiles as I bend over. I feel the bar lather me up, his hands washing my very willing ass as the water washes away the soap I start to raise but he stops me. “No, I’m not