Ass Fucked

I am.

Up. On both of my arms. My clutched knuckles are buried deep into the soft folds of the white sheets covering our mattress. I am doing push-ups like I am at the gym into him; my many-veined 9-incher harshly rams into his hair-lined ass. Each thrust of my slightly bent cock is being forced mercilessly into his firm, slightly-rounded backside. He gives me a hearty moan from between his tender lips at my every insertion. His moans fuel me. I grow harder. The squishy wet sounds of my cock ripping into his ass are all it is heard over his low guttural groans. I pull out, just enough, exposing my ample helmeted cockhead, and the moisture that comes with my exertions. I am lubing the both of us with my leaking pre-cum excess. Like a delicate spider’s web these excesses of my cum-strings are seen between the fine hairs of his Steve’s vulnerable ass extending like threads to my looming and halted cock as I ready myself for another plunge into the entrance of his anal gateway. I do not need any extra lube as I have always had more than adequate amounts of my virile liquids to do what I needed to do when I am fucking another lucky beneficiary.

This man. He is the current receiver and fortunate recipient of my wonderous bounties. We have been together for near on four months now. But we have known each since high school.

I pull out. Fully. I want to see my cock. To admire and sees its stark symbolism before I shove the mighty hammer back in, forcefully, to his waiting ass. I get harder on this brief interlude. My bulbous swelled cockhead screams out red in its anger at being denied another entry into the man’s splayed ass for the sake of my own masculine vanity. Steve awaits my next charging thrust like a willing sacrifice that he knows he is. He begs and whines for more of me. I angrily force my cock back between his parted butt cheeks, further opening he deepest channel with my jackhammering cock. This gets another hearty squeal from out of his mouth at my entrance.

We are drenched in our own primal odors and sensual-sweat on this rented bed. A few more thrust is all it will take before I empty my two voluminous nut-sacs into the deep recesses of his much-used ass.

I feel a jolt of sexual electricity surge through my body. Shooting out like a firing rocket through my cocked-muscle, I release my pent-up thick load into him. One. Two. Three pulses race through me as each surge relieves me of more of my much valuable essence. I shiver and shake relentlessly at the expulsion of my seed. But he receives this load. As he has others. Milking me with the precision of a well-trained farmers maid with his clenching ass muscles wrapped tightly around my well veined-cock. He takes all my spilt offering into his depths.

I fall off him. Spent. Drenched in the wetness of another furious fuck session. My cock still leaks more of my cream as I lounge like a downed bear on my back next to him. He slides ever so close to me. His ass expelling the excess cream I have deposited there only seconds earlier. I let one of my fingers gently roam there as I attempt to push it back into his loosened hole. This gets a sigh of pleasure from his lips. As he takes my still somewhat hard cock into his mouth.

He recklessly cleans me with his slobber-filled mouth; I am still leaking from my still towering tool. A few moans escape from my mouth as I feel the last drops of cum slide down his throat. Once he finishes, he snuggles ever so close to me again. I can feel the hardness of his cock on my leg and the cushiony softness of his dense bushy pubes and his magnificently hairy chest as he roughly rakes them harshly against me.

“That was a hell of a good fuck sport. One of your best.” He says as he puts his head on my still heaving chest. “You know Coach fucked me the same way back in high school?”

He did not need to explain which Coach it was from back in those days. It was automatic as to who he was referring to. Understood. There was only one man that got the singular distinction of being called “Coach” from those days.

“He would fuck me, like you just did, when we were out in the old field house or at that cheap hotel across from the high school.” Steve continues. “But you are way bigger than that man ever was. Way bigger.”

He has my interest stirred. Peaked.

“When did it start between you and him?”

“The end of our sophomore year, in the summer between then and our junior year.” He tells me. “You know I was turning eighteen when we returned for our junior year, doncha?”

“I knew you had failed a grade or two. Yes.”

“Coach knew it too. He knew I was dang near an adult. He wanted me to work with him and the other coaches on the football team.” Steve continues. “He also knew the quarterback was fucking me. That is why he really wanted me more than anything. He wanted to poke me with his cock.”

I expect Steve was right about what he was telling me.

Oh! I fucked Coach in his ass myself, much of my Senior year, in the same places Steve had mentioned but I was not going to tell him. I did not want to ruin this moment for him. Let him believe he was the only one in our graduating class to share a bed with the man.

Coach made his rounds with anyone he knew was turning eighteen whether to be fucked by them or for him to fuck them. No one turned him down. Many of us knew Coach would be approaching us in our Senior year if we were nearing our 18th birthday it was a rite a manhood in our little county high school way back those years ago.