boots on. We writhed together as I sucked at his nipple, playing with the other in my fingers.

I thought of Kurt and how much I wished I was with him. Yet I was glad I was with Charles, once I saw even more of him. He removed his pants, as I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. I thought Kurt was hung, and I wasn’t wrong. My mouth watered seeing his meat. He could tell what I wanted, and before I could remove my pants, he shoved my head between his legs. I lapped the length of his cock. I figured it was well around ten inches at least. I lapped down the other side, and pulled his balls in my mouth and sucked. He smelled so good, just enough musk to turn me on, not enough to be foul.

Moaning, he threw himself back flat against the bed. I crawled forward and took the head of his cock into my lips, pulsing my tongue into the slit. Pre-cum was already oozing and tasted so good after the meal he had given me. My saliva ran down his cock, as I took him deep into my throat, swallowing. I loved to deep throat a guy. It gagged me some and made my throat sore the next day, but loved the feel of it, the challenge of taking in as much cock as possible. Bobbing my head up and down over his cock, his cream filled my mouth. I swallowed then nibbled my way up his abs and chest, biting his neck and then resting my lips over his, so he could taste his cum. I was so hard I could hardly stand it.

"Oh, fuck that was great. You want to suck me off, man?"

"I was hoping you would fuck me."

"Sure. Lube?"

"Dresser, top drawer."

Along with the lube, he had several toys. I never had used toys. I guess I never really had a need for them. He had anal beads, dildos, a vibrator, handcuffs, whips - you name it, he probably had it.

"Got leather chaps, I bet?"

"Of course," he smiled.

I slathered lube over my penis, pre-cum already seeping from the head. I put a generous gob on his asshole before pushing in on him. He was lying flat on his belly, his ass raised ever so slightly as I let my body fall on his, pushing my cock in until my entire shaft was inside of him. I pulled my hips up and then pushed back in. Damn, it felt so good, warm, slick. I figured Kurt would be way tighter than this old dude, but still imagined it was Kurt I was fucking. With each thought of Kurt I got faster, pumping him for all I was worth. My body was shaking, my heart pounding. My cock was filled with ecstasy, I would slow every time I felt close to coming. I loved the feeling of being so turned on, and liked and wanted to control it. I struggled to keep myself hard for as long as possible before I shot. But I also loved the feeling of orgasm, if only it lasted longer - that feeling like no other on earth.

He pushed his hips into my thrusts, my balls smacking against his ass. His ass, Kurt’s ass. I was fucking Kurt like I always dreamed of. With him on my mind, I could not control myself,