Me and my Man

I’ve had some questions on these stories I post here. All are true, though I often take bits and pieces of each time we meet to make the story more cohesive. I post these stories so I can remember him, I don’t get to spend as much time with him as I would like to, and I want to be able to re-visit the times we are together. We’ve been friends and sexual partners for almost a year. It’s strange the parts that stick out to me – we had a threesome later in the day after this sex scene. I thought I’d be writing about that, but it wasn’t as important to me as this time I spent with him in the early hours of the morning.

It had been a month since our last meeting. We talked on the phone almost every day, but life had been too busy, and we weren’t able to see each other during that time. I missed him, of course. Missed being around him, talking face-to-face, hearing his laughter in person, feeling his skin against mine.

This time we were able to meet overnight, something we hadn’t been done for a while. We both look forward to these trips, usually it’s a combination of conversation, eating, and ‘hot monkey sex,’ as he puts it. We were meeting about halfway between where we lived, it was nice of him to come that far, I’d had a long day and the shorter drive meant more time together.

I got to the hotel just a few minutes before him and just had tome to set my bags down when I got his message:

“Let me know when you are ready,”

“Are you here?” I replied.

“Parked next to you.”

I walked out to meet him, he was just as I remembered him, just a little more tan. Tall, dark, handsome, there’s something about him that reminds me of a young Sean Connery. Maybe it’s how he moves or the way he talks. Maybe it’s his apparent sexuality, he wears it like a shirt that’s always on. Maybe it’s the way I feel about him, but probably a combination of all of this.

We walked to the room making small talk along the way, about the drive there, or the last time we met at this hotel. I slipped the keycard into the lock and held the door open as he walked inside. As soon as the door shut, we meet in a kiss, embracing each other, feeling each other’s bodies. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him until this moment. The thrill of seeing him, touching him, of kissing him was overwhelming. He moved from the kiss and gently bit my lips and down my chin as I ran my hands over his strong back and arms. After a moment the kissing stopped and we just held each other. My face was buried in his neck, and I could smell his cologne, but underneath it I can smell his scent, the scent of my man.

We broke our hold on each other to eat. He brought food with him, he’s very considerate like that. We chatted about life as we ate, laughing over the service he received at the restaurant he went to. After we ate he laid on the bed for a bit while I took my time in the bathroom getting ready. When I finished I walk outed with just a towel wrapped around my waist, just to tease him a little bit and show some skin.

The next couple of hours were filled with kissing, foreplay, and sex. From times where he rimmed me like a world champion, to me going to down on his hard cock. The time when he opened up my hole for his cock by doing doggie-style, to when he slid into me while I was lying down on my tummy. He’s the best sexual partner I’ve ever had, and he reminded me of what makes him that way.

After having our fill of each other we cleaned up and decided it was time for sleep. I curled up next to him in the big bed. My head resting on his chest, my arm draped over him, his arm wrapped around my back. We chatted for a little bit, enjoying each other’s company before we split to separate sides of the bed to sleep.

I woke up in the early morning hours, it was dark and very quiet. As I lay there remembering where I was and who I was with, I felt his hand rest on my chest. I reached my lips down and kissed his fingers. It had been a long time since we spent the night together, a long time since we had this intimate early-morning alone time, there’s something very special about it.

He withdrew his hand and I moved over towards him, my lips meeting his in hot passion. He only let me stay there for a few seconds when he placed his hand on top of my head, pushing me down between his legs. He was mostly hard and wanted me to suck on his cock until he was at full mast and ready to fuck. I kissed the tip of his cock, lust mixed with my feelings towards him, before slowly working my way down his thick shaft. I worked his cock until he was hard and thick, his head standing at full attention above the veiny shaft.

I lifted off of his cock, kissing his belly and moving upwards over his hairy chest and meeting his lips again. I maneuvered my hips over his waist, my ass crack coming to rest against his pulsing rod as we kissed. I was still open from fucking a few hours before, so it was an easy entrance as I lubed his cock and my hole. I slid down his pole, moving from side to side as he penetrated me, and I adjusted to his girth. It felt amazing, as it always does, having him inside me, the very act of him stretching me open something that sends electric pulses from my ass throughout my body.

I bucked up and down, attempting to keep a motion that would please him, listening to his moans of pleasure on the dark room. It was just the two of us, his skin against mine, his body hair entangled with mine, his cock deep inside of me. It was intensely intimate, a very close time between that we haven’t shared like that in a while. As I continued to pump up and down, I could tell he had enough of me in control, he wanted to make the decisions.

I pulled off of him and laid on my back at the edge of the bed, ass pointed out. He got to the floor and lowered his tall frame until his cock was level with my ass and gently but deliberately pushed into me. I gasped as I took his full cock until I could feel his hips against me. He held there for a second then began thrusting, using the rhythm I know all so well by now. It felt so good to be his, to know how he fucks, and what he likes. He made little exclamations every now and then, letting me know he was enjoying my ass. All I wanted was to give myself to him, to make him happy as he was filling me with pleasure.

After about ten minutes he stopped and pulled out of me, standing up. I knew it was my time to go into action, I rolled off the bed and took him into my mouth again, getting him hard and ready for more fucking. I could smell his scent mixed with mine as I sucked on him, a clean smell but the scent of two men in heat for each other. As he became engorged and hard, I felt him pull up at my armpit. As I stood, he turned me around and pushed my back down. I knew exactly what he wanted, I put my knees at the end of the bed and assumed the doggie style position. I drove my head into the mattress and twerked my ass in the air, holding the position his like for full access.

Again, I felt the pressure of his cock-head against my hole, he paused just long enough for me to make sure I was relaxed. I took a quick hit off the bottle of poppers to make sure I could take the pounding I was about to receive. As he entered me, I could tell he was ready, there had been enough foreplay, it was time to finish. He started with his normal rhythm, bucking in and out of me, hitting my prostate and driving me wild. After about a minute of this I felt him start to change, going slower, then faster, then slower again, working himself up to the point of climax. He was hard inside of me, grabbing onto my hips and forcing me to match whatever pace he wanted. I relaxed into what he wanted, knowing my prize was coming. His pace because more intense, his bucking into me hard, his breath shallower as he approached climax. I buried my face into the mattress as my hole felt like it was on fire from his continued onslaught.

“UUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” Came his muffled cry.

He slammed his body into mine as he unloaded his cum inside of me, giving me what I had been after this whole time. His released his grip on my hips and placed his hands on my shoulders as he lowered his torso onto me. I held him up for a second then we gently moved down on the bed, he rested on top of me while he got his breath back while I felt like I was glowing after receiving so much pleasure from him.

When he gained his energy back, he rolled off of me. I rested against him, running my hands through his chest hair. I was glad to be with him, glad to be his, glad he was mine.