All in the timing

The best thing about being alone is being able to stretch and lay in bed as long as I wanted without my husband Grant shouting at me to do some chore. He's up with the lark most mornings, I'm more the hibernating bear. I hate mornings.

It was barely 9am when the bell went. I was going to ignore it, I thought it was the fresh bread delivery I'd signed upto with a local start up artisan baker, but remembered that they are away for their holiday. Tumbling out of bed I hooked up my cum smeared shorts (thanks Paul) and ran downstairs to the door. IT WAS PAUL... Immediately I wandered if he was going to get stroppy. Be all, what the fuck did you do while I was drunk etc. That sure wasn't happening, the two of us did the two of us! but I really didn't have time to think, given that by now, Paul could see me through the glass. I braced myself.

"Hey, I thought you might want this back?" Paul was chirpy and with a goofy grin from ear to ear, whilst holding the silicone ribbed sleeve. I stood holding the door as Paul breezed past. I was still waiting for a snipe that was obviously as absent in his mind as it was on his lips. Maybe, he really was OK with what we did.

"Did you enjoy taking advantage of me last night?" Paul looked directly at me with a steely blank look. His eyes didn't flicker as he waited for his answer.

Er I er, cought completely off guard I stuttered an objection. "As I recall it was both of us!" I snatched the rubber from his hand anx threw it onbthe couch. Again Paul just grinned. WTF! I thought..

"Calm down, don't sweat it buddy. I'm only fucking with you" Paul grinned again.

I could have wiped it off his face. He's up and down again and again, what's he playing at. "Look Paul, thanks for returning my sleeve, if you have anything to say, just say it and leave. I'm getting a little tired of the sporadic snarky comments. We were both horny and wanted it last night, I didn't pressure you into anything Paul!"

Paul's demeanour softened and he almost looked suprised by my monologue. "To tell you the truth, I was hoping we could do it again. I started using the sleeve this morning and knowing it had been round your dick got me hard. That got me thinking about what we did, I liked it. I've also spent the last 2 hours thinking about what I'd like to try/do with a guy and, well, I trust you! To keep this between us I mean".

My cock shot to attention, like it had been listening the whole time. Paul removed his tee and stood in just his sport hipster shorts and trainers. His slightly hairy, muscular chest and arms. The treasure trail visible above his waistband. It seemed like we stared for ages until finally I dropped to my knees. I pressed my face into the fabric of the shorts and took in a deep breath from my nose. My senses eliciting the subtle shades of sweat, piss and cum. Adding to my heightened arousal. I loved that this guy hadn't thought to shower and change his shorts since our encounter last night.

I tugged at Paul's shorts and pulled the band over his erect cock. His hard uncut cock glistening with pre-cum slapped and bounced between his abs and my face. Leaving a wet snail trail across my lips that, I happily licked up. I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock. Paul's head fell back and he moaned holding iether side of his balls stretching his dick to meet my eager mouth, ensuring that I got every inch. Paul's hands went to my head and took a firm grip as he stepped out of his shorts and started to fuck my face. Back and forth, deeper and deeper, I gagged but tried as best I could to open my throat. My eyes were streaming and spit was coating his dick and my chin. I could make out the bottle of poppers I'd left on the table from last night. I reached out to grab them and broke free long enough to take a swift hit. I'd long been able to twist the cap off one handed lol.. I was seeing stars but soon I felt the rush to my head and I relaxed. Paul moaned as his cock head slipped easier past my throat and I swallowed. His pubes were buried in my nostrils, I revelled, smelling his masculine musk. I was on a pathway to climax heaven.

Paul pushed me backwards onto the sofa and we were in a sixty nine as he pulled my shorts down my calves and off onto the floor. I guess this is one of the things he wanted to try. I didn’t hold out for long. Another hit of poppers and a few more sucks and strokes of Paul's huge cock, i felt my own erupt into his mouth, an intense orgasm shot through me, leaving me panting for breath. That triggered Paul’s cock (paul had stayed still while I shot down his throat. That suprised me). With my cock exploded, his cum sped deep into my throat. A sweet acrid salty flavour. An intensity befitting of the kind of guy he is. I knew his would taste like proper strong cum. Leaving a slight bleachy aroma. We lay enjoying the moment. The raging hardons remained raging.

With Paul's sack resting on my chin I started to nibble and lick around his sack and the base of his cock. My nose hit on the musk of his crack and I followed like a pig seeking truffles. Paul gasped as my tongue darted around his rose bud. Probing ever deeper listening to Paul's moans until I inserted my tongue and he was writhing and howling like a dog. "Jesus wept, fuck that's good, oh fuuuuck....!" I fingered ever so lightly while licking his hole. When the finger was wet I pushed in slightly licked again pushed again. Paul responded by pushing back. (He instinctively knew what to do, like most guys. Why is arse play so taboo if we all know what to do and how to enjoy it). Paul was moaning, a sweet purimg moan. "You like that Paul? See what you straights miss out on?"

"Fuck me, please, just fuck me, I want to know what it feels like".

I didn't wait. I pushed his legs aside and got myself out from under him. I turned him over and worked his hole some more with my tongue. I thought he was gonna rip the top of the sofa off. When he was nice and wet I lubed my cock and his hole. So glad I'd left it here, and handy on the coffee table. I offered Paul a hit of poppers. Well shoved the open bottle under his nose. He didn't turn it down. Relax and breathe I said. I slid my cock in his hairy crack and taking hold of my base, lined my head up with his puckered ring. A little push and I was in. Paul yelped but held. "Breathe I told him". I held the poppers to his nose again, he pushed back and gasped. We held still and waited for a minute for him to relax. We started to move in unison. Paul was grunting and moaning. "Yeah fuck, this is mad, it feels so goowarddd!...What the fuck was that oh sweet jesus I"....Paul panted and I felt his muscles contracting around my cock. I'd hit the spot and slid by again and again...receptivly he moaned and we slowly grinded together until I couldn't hold back. My sweaty balls swelled and I fired ropes of cum into his arse. 2nd, 3rd.. I could already feel it leaking back past my dick and down my leg. I gave him a last strong thrust causing a loud squelch to omit from his hole and collapsed on top of him. My fat cock still bedded in Paul's arse.
I kissed his neck and as he pushed up and back into my cock, he came. Shuddering and moaning spraying the seat underneath him. We stayed there motionless and quiet aside from the soft panting and occasional fuuuuuckkk!!!!

Eventually Paul wriggled out from underneath me. "I need to go" he said.

"Why, Who for? We can try fucking me if you want?"

Paul thought for a second before he said. "Actually, I don't need to go yet, the boys won't be back till this evening!"............