Me and my Man

Here I was again, underneath him as his tall and massive frame towered above me. He was slamming into me, my legs bent and pressed against his furry chest as we fucked in missionary position. I was running my hands up and down his firm, muscled arms, over his thick shoulders, and across that perfect chest. He sped up as he was nearing the finish line, his breathing becoming more ragged, his pace more frantic. As he reached his climax he bucked his pelvis into me, driving his cock deep inside my hole, unloading his hot cum into me…

We had planned this trip for a while, calling it our one year anniversary trip, though really one year will be achieved in August. This timing was convenient for both of us. We tossed around a few ideas, going out of town, or visiting a resort. We even talked about going out of the country, but in the end, we decided on something more relaxed. I didn’t care where we went, I just wanted to spend time with him.

We met on Thursday, doing what was regular when we first saw each other, kissing, sucking, rimming, fucking. We went to dinner and a movie afterwards. At the movies our arms would brush up against each other, at one point he reached his finger into the leg hole of my shorts, just teasing a bit. It was relaxing and fun spending time with him this way. After the movie we went back where we were staying, stripped naked, and rolled around in bed for a while, both of us wanting the other, not quite ready for another fuck-session.

The next morning, we had plans to go into the city, to see some sights. He knows the city better than I do, so he led the way. We visited a couple museums, learned some history, learned a little more about each other. At the last place we visited we got frisky, he would sneak up on me in a deserted corner to place a couple of kisses, or he would place his hand on my lower back and rub beneath the waistband of my briefs. I leaned into him a couple times to kiss his neck, and once, in a very dark corner, we french-kissed while locked in each other’s arms.

He wanted me, and I wanted him, but we were not near the hotel we were staying at. We cooled off a little but by grabbing some wraps at a food truck and sitting in the shade talking to each other. He’s easy to talk to, east to open up to, easy to connect with. It’s one of the reasons sex with him is so wonderful, he’s a great friend too. Everything started with sex, my attraction to him, his to me, but we’ve become great friends along the way. The sex was expected, we met on a gay dating app after all, but the friendship has made it richer and more fulfilling.

After eating we took the train back to where we were staying, both of us a little sleepy from the heat, the walking around the city, and the clack-clack of the train.

“I’m going to take a quick shower.” I told him as we stepped into the room.

“Can I join you?” he asked.

“Yes please, just give me a few minutes.” I replied.

As I stripped down, he moved about, putting his things where they needed to go. He then stripped down to his boxer briefs and as he stepped near me, we kissed and I raised his muscled left arm and drove my face into his sweaty armpit. I licked and kissed his sweet-smelling skin until nothing was left. As I let his arm down, I moved to the other side, quickly kissing his nipples along the way. Basking in his musky man-smell, I rubbed it all over my face as I cleaned his right armpit of anything left there. Almost any bottom can tell you there’s nothing better that smelling like your man as you serve him and please him.

I stepped into the shower, feeling the warm water wash away the sweat and dirt of the city. I took some time doing the prep that all bottoms need to do, fortunately it did not take long.

“I’m ready” I called out.

He opened the shower curtain and stepped in, one of my hands automatically caressing him chest, the other holding the back of his neck as our lips met under the gentle flow of water. He raised his big hand to the top of my head and gently guided me down until I was level with his cock. I knew what he wanted and was excited that he again wanted me to suck him off. I opened my mouth and proceeded to do just that, while the warm water streamed over him and down the both of us. He small groans of pleasure the signal that I was pleasing my man. He was musky from sweating during our morning out, and soon that washed away until all that was left was the clean smell of his skin.

I sucked him until he was at full mast, his cock raging and hard. We moved around so that he was directly under the shower spray and my ass was up against his groin. His cock was resting between my butt cheeks as the water cascaded between us, he was bucking up against me and I knew he wanted inside. I grabbed the lube that I kept in the shower and applied some to each of us. Then I felt it, the familiar feeling of his cock against my hole. Though slightly sore from the pounding I received the day before I was more than ready for this round. I felt him enter and I bent a bit to allow for easier access. We fucked for just a little while; the position was hard to hold.

As I pulled off of him and turned to face him he rubbed the heads of our cocks together, we were both hard. He rubbed some soap on both our cocks as he continued to grind our cocks together. I felt myself getting harder and bigger, he was really turning me on. I could feel him bringing me close to orgasm as he rubbed our cocks together, we kissed, and my hands caressed all over his body. I felt myself getting closer so I turned around, my front facing the shower head and by backside rubbing into his hard cock. He continued to kiss me, bite me, and hold me and I jacked myself closer to orgasm.

I arched my back and leaned back into him, it hit me all of a sudden, the warm pleasure as spurt after spurt of my cum came out. It mixed with the shower water and was soon gone but he continued to hold me from behind as I caught my breath. I don’t usually cum this way, and it’s such a different feeling than a prostate orgasm.

“Thank you.” I told him

“For what?” he jokingly replied.

We cleaned up and ended our shower, moving to the bed. It was his turn now, and I was more that ready to give him whatever he wanted. He pointed to the edge of the bed:

“Doggie-style” he commanded.

I assumed the position and felt him lube himself up, then the cool feeling as he placed it on me too. I felt the familiar pressure and gasped as he plunged himself all the way in. I knew something was different and sure enough, as he started to buck in and out of me, he was being more aggressive than before.

“You like Daddy’s dick?” He said, slapping my ass as he said it.

“Mmmmmmmugh” All I could say as I held onto the bed.

He would alternate grabbing onto my hips and wildly fucking me, with pulling all the way in and out, doing what he calls ‘teasing the head.’ He was going for what pleased him and I wanted him to do it, to use me for his pleasure. I could fell his hardness inside me, knowing that I was giving my man exactly what he wanted thrilled me as I hung on as best I could. He used me like this for a while until he pulled out.

“Suck me hard” He said.

I gingerly moved over until my mouth was level with his cock and proceeded to suck him. After I got my bearings and really started to go down on him, he placed one hand on the back of my neck and with the other gently slapped beneath my jaw.

“Open up.” He said as he pushed against my neck so that I was taking all of him down my throat. He held my head down on his cock until I gagged, unable to take more. He kept doing this, pushing me all the way onto his cock and holding me down, as he got harder and harder. His cock filled my mouth and blocked my throat more each time.

‘That’s it, take Daddy’s dick” He repeated.

He pushed me off of his cock and put his hands under my armpits, pulling me up and off the bed to a standing position. All I could do was follow his direction. He gently guided me to the open doorway between the hotel room and the sink area, motioning me to lean against the doorway. As I felt him entering me I turned my head to the right, and there we were, reflected in the large mirror above the sink. He saw that I was looking and reached over to turn on the above-mirror light so we could both watch.

There he was, my big, strong, handsome man, fucking the daylights out of me. He had one hand resting on my back, the other holding onto my hip. His body rocking in the fluid motion his uses to fuck, his ass bucking in and out as he drove his cock home. The slightly mean expression his face holds as I know he’s getting the pleasure he wants from our fucking. As I turned away from watching him, holding onto the wall as best I could, he started slapping me again. I know he’s enjoying himself when he starts this and it makes me feel good to be used by him, to know that I please him this way. H’s my only man, we’ve been exclusive for a while, and knowing that there are no boundaries between us fills me with happiness. We moved back to the bed after having our fill of watching in the mirror.

Here I was again, underneath him as his tall and massive frame towered above me. He was slamming into me, my legs bent and pressed against his furry chest as we fucked in missionary position. I was running my hands up and down his firm, muscled arms, over his thick shoulders, and across that perfect chest. He reached down to kiss me, as raised my head to make it easier, making me moan in pleasure. He sped up as he was nearing the finish line, his breathing becoming more ragged, his pace more frantic. As he reached his climax he bucked his pelvis into me, driving his cock deep inside my hole, unloading his hot cum into me.

“Uuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhh” His face made that all-so-familiar grimace.

As he came, he held himself slightly above me, and I reached up to place small kisses on his face. He made small bucking movements as he continued to cum, leaving it all inside me. As his orgasm subsided me lowered himself on to me, and I wrapped my arms around him as he gained his strength back. I held his cock inside me as long as I could until it slid out, slick with lube and cum.

He rolled off of me, and I moved over to give him small kisses on his chest, his nipples, his neck, moving to his face, enjoying the feeling of him body, knowing that I did a good job as his bottom. We had more sex later that day and the next morning before leaving. As we parted, we were both sore, for a few days I’d be reminded of him every time I sat down, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Knowing him has changed my life for the better, this year with him has been an amazing experience, one I thought I would never have. Every time I leave him there’s an emptiness without him around, but it’s soon replaced with excitement that I’ll get to see him again, just as soon as we can both schedule it.