the back of my throat.  I was always lucky to have control over my gag reflex.  I enjoy the feeling of a man’s cock deep in my throat.  He obviously enjoyed the feeling as well because his hips started moving slowly and Tom started to fuck my face.  My hands moved to his ass and I quickly found his hot button.  As his ass was still wet from the shower, I had little difficulty slipping one finger into his hole.  He moaned again and increased the thrusting of his hips.

Needing a little air, I pulled back and started milking his cock with my lips and tongue.  I would bring him all the way out of my mouth only to suck him back in to the hilt.  On one of my backward movements, I reached under his thigh and lifted his foot onto the small stool beside us.  Now I could easily suck his cock and with every other swallowing, move my attention to his furry balls.  I licked and lip-nibbled his sac then let my mouth find his cock again.  Back and forth I shifted my attentions increasing the pace and feeling his cock stiffen even more and his balls rise up in their warm, hairy pouch.  Afraid that he was getting too close, I quickly changed my focus.  A mere two inches away from my lips was that hot hole with my finger still gently inserted to the first knuckle.  I let my tongue find its way and Tom squealed quietly when I replaced my finger with my tongue.  He moved his hips as I licked and probed; my left hand now grasping his cock.  He moaned my name.  I didn’t even know he knew it.  But it was all I needed to increase my attention to his hot hole.  When I thought he couldn’t stand much more, I stood up, turned him around and slid my cock along the crack of his ass letting it slide along his warm, spit-soaked hole.  I could feel my own balls tighten against my body as my own lust started to approach climax.

I reached around to his chest and pulled him against me.  He arched his back so his ass was firmly pressed against my cock.  I could tell he was aching for me to fuck him.

I massaged his nipples and leaned forward and probed one bell ear with my tongue.  He squirmed even more vigorously.

I whispered one word in his ear.  It was a question, “Condom?”

Tom leaned forward and braced himself against the nearby wall where his jeans were hanging. He deftly reached into a rear pocket and produced a condom.  My heart was racing and I could feel every beat deep inside my cock.  I backed away and slid the rubber down over my aching cock.  I noticed that Tom’s fingers were back inside his jeans pocket.  In a second, he produced a small plastic vial of lube.  Talk about being prepared.  This man was an Eagle Scout.

I quickly bit off the end of the vial and dribbled some lubricant over my cock.  Most of the rest I squeezed into his waiting hole.  I used a finger to ease him open and get the lube deep inside.  One finger graduated to two and I added the last of the lube to my fingers.  I wanted him open and ready.  I hate causing pain when I top.

After gently slipping in a third finger and hearing him moan my name again, I deemed him ready to accept my