sizeable – and he starts to pull back but I hug him tight to me with both arms and said, “Oh yes fuck me hard Oh yes fuck me now,” and kissed him long and deep.

I have always had a sort-of fetish about being fucked by a bare-chested man with jeans on – it just seems more spontaneous, somehow more daring, more dangerous, and I wrap my naked legs around his so I can feel the rough cloth against them as he powers into me. He is hugging me as tight to him as I am hugging him to me, and both of us now are slick with sweat on this cold winter’s night. He is slamming me long and deep, building up the age-old rhythm just as he built the rhythm of his sax solo.

He raises himself up on both arms and pumps into me so fast and furious that I think I’m going to split wide open, and I’m loving every minute of it. He is plowing me like his sax solo plowed the air, rising higher and higher, falling back only to rise again, and I am rising with him into a sexual frenzy like I have never experienced, never dreamed of before. I can see my own hard cock pointing straight up at me with its one eye leaking pre-cum, while his hard one slides in and out of me, faster and hotter and harder every second.

Finally, he throws back his head and with his magnificent dark eyes open and staring he wails loud and long and high as he blasts shot after shot of hot jizz deep into my bowels. He stays up on his arms and he stays hard inside me after he has finished shooting, and swirls his hard cock around in me a few times while he continues crooning a similar tune to what he played. He finally collapses on top of me, and we hug each other tight, pressing our bodies as fully together as we can, his hard cock still inside me and my hard one pressed between our taut abs. We are kissing feverishly, and nibbling ears, cheeks, necks, shoulders, anything we can reach. Tony rakes his stubbled cheek across my shoulder so hard I swear it draws blood, and I cry out, but when he pulls away I pull him back, rasping myself with his chin on my shoulder - a delightfully painful pleasure, or a sensually pleasurable pain, whichever. His cock begins to soften a little, and he slides down my sweat-slickened body to the foot of the bed. He steps off the bed and strips off his jeans, and then comes back and kneels on top of me again, and pulls my hard cock up so that it thumps against the small of his back, and the cleft of his bubbly buttcheeks.

I know what he wants, and I scoop up some of the pre-cum that my cock is oozing on one finger, and he raises his ass so I can get that one cum-laden finger into it. I stroke his hot ass a couple of times, and then raise up my hard cock and put it where my finger just was. He grins that pirate grin at me and slides his ass down on the tip of my cock. I’m bigger than he is, and thicker, so I give him time to work his way down onto my stiff flagpole in his own way. He takes it easy at first, but then slams his