The Cut: Halfway Humpin

Less about me and more about him as I began to deep dick him with earnest. He moaned as I tagged that ass. Slap! Slap! Slap! I was being a gentleman about it the night before. Today, he was just another useful cum dump. Odell was a young freak. The more I slammed into him, the louder he moaned, sure to let all the folks down the street know his ass was open for business.

“F-f-fuck!” I sprayed his guts.

After I came, he just laid their panting slicked with my third load of the day and the gallons the rest of the house already gifted him.

I was still a man. I still had a hankering for dick. Like I said, I understood the game. He was fresher meat. If I couldn’t join him in getting piped down like I wanted, I could most definitely add to the supply, helping another dick slut in need.

I was willing to give karma a try. I put it out there and get it back in return.

“Wearing all these old men out!” I mouthed, returning to my bed slowly drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face.

The Tuesday morning after Thanksgiving, I was awakened by the shower in the bathroom, but I really wasn’t aware of it, if that makes any sense. I had a raging piss proud, so I made my way to the head without giving it a second thought. As I was pissing, I couldn’t help to make out Odell through the thin curtain.

Just as I was avoiding to flush, Odell turned off the water. He slid the curtain over and stepped out. He had a great body. He was slim, but not skinny. Nice pecs, hints of abs, and a dick a good inch shorter than mine. His balls hung low, so I reached for them. I sat on the toilet stool. I took his dick in my hand and blessed the head with a kiss. I spun him around and began kissing on his booty, spreading his ass cheeks, and licked heartily between them.

My tongue darted his hole. I kissed the back of his toned thighs.

I spun him around once more. I licked the crease in his groins, letting the soft wires of his pubes tickle my face. I raised his dick. I licked those low-hanging balls. I sucked them one at a time and then traced my tongue along the shaft. Young’un was an endless precummer. His drawers must’ve never known dryness, I thought.

I took his dick and wiped it all over my face, licking the head, tasting its salty-infused liqueur. I sucked Odell. He gently held my head while he soulfully used my mouth. I was turned on by this simmered passion I just lost it and began sucking feverously.

I reached up and played with his hard nipples. I slid a hand between his cheeks and fingered his favorite spot.

He jumped at my fingers entering his hole, even though it had been stretched since the last time I got in it. I stuffed my mouth with his dick, proudly downing it without gagging.

About twenty minutes later, I pulled off. I stood up and turned around, bent over the toilet, and opened my ass.

Odell probed me two by two, with four of his fingers roaming my guts. He then dropped to his knees. I could feel his wet tongue as it probed my asshole. I opened wider. He tongue-fucked me for several minutes.

He got my asshole good and sloppy and ready for anything when he slowly slid into me. I lurched forward as he pushed through to the end. I now had all of him in me, and it felt incredible. Feeling both good and dirty that I was getting speared by a young’un that was just coming onto the scene when I was twenty-four.

“Ah,” I moaned as he slow-stroked me. “That’s it, young blood.”

His dick felt amazing. And he was gentle, too. He knew how to lay pipe.

“Yeah, boy,” I whispered to the wall. “You got it. Gimme that dick. Give it to me, I can take it. You ain’t gonna hurt nuthin’.”

He gradually increased his tempo. Taking the scenic route from zero to sixty with me enjoying every stretch of mile. He grabbed me by the waist and really started pumping his dick into me. I could feel my asshole expand, hear his ball drum against my hole with this hot sticky sweat built between us and the steam from the off showerhead.

He reached around to stroke my dick. I was the precum slut now, oozing this long string of it from its head.

He smeared some on his finger, and I heard him pop his mouth.

He then spun me so that he was sitting on the stool. He spread his legs wide as I sat down with him. I placed my hands on my knees and rode that dick. As I came down on that dick, he thrusted upward, to where it shook slightly loose.

We stopped for a moment. I turned to face him, briefly disengaging him before taking my seat in his lap once again. I played with his chest. We kissed passionately. I nibbled on his earlobes as he thumbed my nipples. My dick rubbed against his stomach smearing with my pre-ejaculate. He tugged and tugged it. I rode his dick faster. I felt the cum building in my balls, trying to hold back.  

I tightened my asshole around his dick. He forcefully thrusts up, trying to loosen me up once more.

“Shit! Shit!” I started cumming.

Cum shot all the way up to his shoulder. I never came like that before.

If I wasn’t such a dick-lover, I would’ve savored it more, but instead, I remembered my place. The young’un had needs. I rode his dick faster. He started cumming, too.

“Fuck!” Odell hissed.

I felt his hot cum fill my asshole. He slammed his dick harder and harder into my ass, as if he was nailing the cum shut up in there.

I sat there on his dick for a while. He wasn’t softening none, and I wasn’t ready to get off. I felt his cum ooze out of my ass back onto his dick, but I wasn’t aware of how much until I got up and saw the puddle of white coat his black pubes.

I was about to move over to the shower when Odell grabbed my arm.

I was over the toilet once more. Odell behind me spreading my cheeks wider sucking his cum from my asshole. My dick was inevitably hard. I came again and I came for a third time ten minutes later. Odell licked my asshole until there was no cum left to eat. He licked the cum from my balls, and when he was done, we both took a nice long piss together, holding each other’s dicks. Then we showered together and headed for breakfast.