he says “Quick – get in my pants – front pocket – no, left front.” I pull his chinos out from around his ankles as he kicks off his loafers, and when I finally get the right (correct!) pocket I find several foil-wrapped condoms. I think he wants one but he says “Put it on quick – gimme your dick man, I want you to fuck me, hard and fast, give it to me, man!”

He reaches up and unsnaps my jeans and shucks them and my undies down to my ankles, and my rising erection bobs out in front of me. I kick off my sockless sneakers and step out of my jeans. We are both now totally naked in front of each other for the first time, and my own cock is swelling urgently. I snap on the condom and drape his legs over my shoulders, and he leverages his ass up so my hot-and-hard cock can enter it, for which I need no second request. I lean over him, with my arms braced on the back of the couch on either side of his head, and kiss his sweet face, now red with sexual excitement, as I slide into his ripe young ass. I pump him slowly at first but then my own long-suppressed urges take over, and soon I’m flinging myself into him as hard and fast as I can, and he’s got both hands gripping my thighs pulling me tight into him. I’m pouring sweat from the exertion of my exuberant fucking, and he reaches up and wipes a handful of it from my chest and licks it off his hand, and then lifts both hands up to my titties and twists the nipples hard, but not too hard. That sends me over the top, and I explode my cum into the condom buried deep in his bowels.

I collapse on top of him, and he holds me close, kissing me everywhere he can reach, and then he stands up from the couch, still holding me tight, and carries us both right on over to the thickly carpeted floor, me on my back and him on top of me. He has both of my smaller, more delicate piano-playing hands fully clasped in his big, strong, rough baseball-playing ones, and he pulls both my arms out to full extension, and lays on top of me pressed tight against me, as if we were some version of Leonardo’s “Vitruvian Man”. He growls into my ear, like a young wolf, “My turn now.” And he reaches for his chinos and another condom, and snaps it on his new erection, and slides down my overheated, sweaty, slippery torso to my ready-and-waiting ass. He works my ass with his tongue for a few minutes, licking all around, gently and deliciously caressing my prostate, and finally darting his tongue in-and-out of my bunghole, fast and hard like a sewing machine. By this time I’m begging him “Oh, please, put it in me, fuck my ass off, oh please, do it now!” Which he proceeds to do. He kneels between my legs and pulls them up over his thighs, and, rising up above me like a young Centaur, aims his hugely erect dick at my eager bunghole. He inserts it gently at first, with the help of its lubricated sheath of condom, and I writhe around a bit to get used to the size of him. He leans forward, his hands on the carpet on either side of my neck, his biceps bulging as they take the full