C'ians Ass

I was shaking at the base of the ladder, shaking with excitement. He slowly made his way down until his ass was right in front of my face. Pure temptation, that's what it was, round, hard, neat, deep, strong. I breathed it in, I had to, theres something about the sweat of a lad hard at work.

'are you staring at me arse all day or getting out of my way?' only then I realized I was clutching the sides of the ladder, blocking his exit. ' Sorry I was eh..'

I pulled back almost dazed and sank back onto the window ledge. I couldn't take my eyes of him, the outline of his hamstrings and calves ripping through his jeans.

He turned, his bulge caught my eye. What is it about soft blue denim and a hefty bulge? It just seems to honour manood, it honoured Cian's anyway, almost displaying his cock and balls as a perfect treasure. Where were Calvin Klein or Michelangelo? They should be right there, ready to study, capture and celebrate this 20 year old? This was a thick, to die for cock, shooting from wide deep balls, so impressive, denim couldn't conceal it's glory.

Im sure he wasn't hard, to be that big relaxed, fuck?

He was rubbing sweat off his face with his wrist, his hands were covered in white paint. Sweat stained his armpit, it was wet and active, strong and orgasmic. It lit a fire in me.

His muscular arm was filled with vascular energy, power flowing everywhere and sweat dropping from his face. Such strength in his gaze, beautiful, and a look of vulnerability too. His tight black hair, his tough stubble, his youthful handsome grin.

That Adams apple, his deep almost horse voice, and a mouth I wanted to taste.

He was studying me too, sizing me up and down. He grinned, knowingly, I knew then he decided I was his, to own. It made the tip of my cock buzz, that amazing jolt you get when someone just looks at you. That's control right there? Cian was doing it to me.

' You're pleased to see me for sure mate'. He glanced at my cock. There was no hiding it, shooting out of my track bottoms, straight at him. He grinned, walked towards me and stripped off his t shirt.

This was pure Bliss, there was nothing to hide the full strength of his body odour. There was a faint smell of some deodorant that had lost the battle to smother his manly stench. That stench, was musty and vinegary and powerful. The sweat covered him, wet juice glistening on his thick angular pecs, trailing down the valley of his mountainous abs, down into his belly button and treasure trail. His torso contorting into perfection as he breathed.

His face, right in front of mine now, making me buzz with pleasure. His shoulders level with mine but wider, his cock hard now for sure, eager to get out of his jeans and find pleasure.

He wiped the paint off his hands with his sweaty t shirt, stopped briefly to study his strong arms and threw the shirt onto the floor. His hand was in my track bottoms, he had my cock gripped hard.

His hand was rough, rough from lifting weights, rough from work. His thumb pressed in under my cock head, stroking, firing me up. He saw me gasp and flinch with excitement. My whole body felt weak, limp I was completely under his control.

'Youre not going to last lad, you're going to be so easy'. His hand tightened in around my cock, he started to lick and gently bite the side of my neck. I was shivering with pleasure. I felt him all over me like a wave. I broke, literally collapsed on my knees, the pleasure dam burst: tingling, buzzing, shots of pleasure. I felt his spit on my neck, his gentle bite, his cum filled hand milking me dry.

I was covered in sweat, his and mine, he was standing above me, studying the cum on his hand he'd pulled out of me. He stared at me, grinned, paused for a second and smeared me with my own cum.

'pull it down'. My hand shook as I carefully unzipped his fly. A bush of black hair appeared. 'Get it!' My hand was in there, inside his jeans, grappling with his jocks, eager to pull his cock free.

It was so full in there, so tight and hard everywhere. It took force to manage his cock. He watched me desperately trying to pleasure him, confident of his manhood.

He pushed me back, ' too much for you to handle I reckon'.

It was too much for him too, there was no way Cian's cock would get out that way, not while he was hard.

He dropped his jeans. No fucking wonder, that cock was almost intimidating. Thick, hard, veined, vibrant, hungry. He grabbed my hand ' feel that'

There was some power there for sure, it was pulsing, it was warm, it was muscular. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up level with his cock head.

' don't fucking move, you're getting every drop on you'. He was shaking and the floor boards with him. The room was pounding to his jerking. I started to leak cum again.

' Stay fucking focused, every drop'. When you're on you're knees staring into a cock head that beautiful, you almost have an out of body experience, I did anyway, it felt like I was addicted to it. It was imposing and dominant. Cian was a sweaty blur behind it, as desperate to cum, as I was, to have it.

Then I smelled it, that almost glue like stench of his cum, it filled the room. He let out a roar 'yes..fucking.. yes, get it all, every drop'.

A thick blast hit my forehead and dripped down into my eyes, then another into my nose, and more covering my mouth. My sight was blurred, his cum filled my nose as I breathed in, I tried to wipe my face. ' no fucking hands mate, every drop goes in'. He pelted me with more loads of fresh cum. I licked every bit I could, it tasted salty, creamy savoury, it made me hard with pleasure.

He wasn't satisfied until he was empty and I had taken it all. I looked up at him, he kissed me, he tasted so good.

' you forgot that'. He pointed down at his white trainers. A pool of cum resting on them. 'Get working!'