Me and my Man

The Night Continues

It was around 2 in the morning, the hotel room was dark, no lights on. The world was quiet, the only sounds of the both of us breathing, and moans of pleasure. Against all better judgement here I was, staying overnight with a man, something I had never done before. We were tangled up, me riding him cowboy-style, my hands running over his hairy chest and up and down his strong arms, pierced bareback on his hard cock, skin against skin.

We had been to dinner, he treated me to one of his favorite places. Afterwards we headed back to the room, undressing as soon as we got there. Both of us knew what would happen, just not exactly how. This only heightened my anticipation. We decided to just chill and lay together for a bit, both full from supper. We chatted for a while. I love learning about him and his regular life.

We agreed to get some rest, he gave me strict instructions on how he wanted to sleep, me on one side, he on the other. As I moved to my side of the king-sized bed all I could think about was how would I be able to sleep with the hunk next to me, knowing what would happen when we were both awake? I slept fitfully, half of the time thinking about what we had done a few hours earlier, the other half dreaming about what we would do in another few hours.

In the dark of the early morning it happened, I felt him reach out and graze his hand across my back. Instinctively I knew what he wanted. I rolled over to face him, the faint light through the curtains showing his tall frame outlined in the sheets, an excitement showing in his eyes at what he knew was coming. He must have known I felt the same as I moved over next to him, kissing his chest as I did. He placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing downwards into his hairy crotch. I could smell him, all man but clean too. His hard cock was pointing straight up, like a tower of lust just waiting for action. As I moved down to him I raised my head and opened my lips, wetting them with my spit. I lowered my mouth over his perfect cock-head, gently closing my lips as I moved down his shaft.

I could hear him take in his breath sharply, then breathe out his exclamations of pleasure. I moved up and down his cock, taking as much of him as I could. It had been a long time since I had given oral sex, even longer on such a hard, thick, big cock. He took my hand and brought my finger to his mouth, using his tongue to show me how he wanted his cock treated. I pushed on his cock-head with my tongue, just like he showed me. I could hear his breathing change as he got what he wanted. We stayed like this for a while, occasionally I brought my hand to his shaft to move up and down in sync with my mouth. I could feel my own desire for him increasing and pulsing as I gave him head, serving this giant of a man, his pleasure increasing my own.

I pulled off his cock, moving up him, kissing his stomach, up his chest to his lips. As we were locked in a deep tongue kiss I moved my hips over his waist. I reached my hand back, gently moving his cock so it pushed in between my cheeks, rubbing his head against my eager hole. At that moment it was just he and I, my skin against his, breathing the same air, lusting after each other. The room was dark, and private, with the bed in the middle as an island with just the two of us.

I pulled off our kiss and reached over to the side table, grabbing the lube and small brown bottle. I snapped the cap of the lube open and applied some to my man-pussy and stroked the rest up and down his hard shaft. I tossed the lube aside and positioned myself over him. I could feel his cock-head pulsing against my hole, could feel his hands on my hips ready to guide me down, could see the light in his eyes knowing what it would feel like. He had opened me up earlier in the night but I was still tight, and a little sore so I grabbed the bottle of poppers and took a sniff to open things up. I started lowering myself onto him, felt his head slip through the first ring, and gasped as pain turned into pleasure. Slowly I continued all the way down until he was all inside of me. I held that position for a moment, his cock felt huge, splitting me open. As I got used to it he grew impatient and started bucking his hips up and down, he didn't want to wait any more. I took my cue from him and started a rhythm myself, fucking his cock and riding him.

As I rode him I was lost in the feeling he was giving me, pleasure and excitement. I could hear his gentle exclamations, knowing that he was getting what he wanted out of it too. As I pumped up and down his cock I changed position slightly, leaning back and holding my upper body over his legs. This allowed him to drive deeper into me and gave me more leverage for fucking. I gyrated in a circular motion, and he told me I was rubbing his cock-head against my insides. I moved between these two motions, the gentle up and down then switching to the circular motion again. We were two men, giving each other pleasure, lost in the roles we playing, happy to have found each other.

He asked me if we could switch positions, I agreed, eager to please him and wanting whatever adventure was coming. He told me to lay down on my stomach at the end of the bed. As I got into that position he moved over me, gently pushing my legs together as he straddled me. He told me to guide his cock as he leaned down into me. I held his cock as it met my hole, felt the pressure as he continued to lower himself, braced as he penetrated the outer ring, then sighed in pleasure as he drove himself all the way into me. He started bucking up and down in his rhythm that I'm so familiar with now, his chest held just above my back, his strong arms right in front of my face. I reached out to start kissing his hands, a mix of lust, happiness, and gratitude leading me to want to feel him however I could.

I could tell he liked this position, then, as it is now, it is one of my favorites with him. It gives me the pleasure of his cock penetrating me but also of feeling his hairy chest against my back, of feeling his arms as they hold him up, of hearing his breathing as he pumps in and out of me. I reached my head around to look at him, wanting to take in all of him. He then did something that drove me even crazier for him, he stretched out his neck and gave me a kiss, right there as he fucked me. It was one of the most special and intimate times of my life, it still is this way, even when he does it now.

I grabbed the brown bottle and he asked me to hold it for him too. I took two quick sniffs that reached back around me to hold the bottle beneath his nose. We rode that poppers high together, our lust for each other intensified as he sped up his pace. I could hear his breathing become shallower, feel his fucking become more intense, deeper in and farther out. I knew what was coming and pushed my ass back into him. All at once he lifted his upper body off me, slammed his cock as far as it would go in my ass.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggghhhh!!!!" he yelled as he gave small little pumps with his cock.

He held himself there for a few moments, then lowered his body onto mine. He apologized for crushing me and made a motion to move. I stopped him and asked his to stay where he was, laying on top of me, cock still in me, his breathing slowing as the orgasmic rush left him. Eventually he rolled off of me, his cock sliding out, slick from lube and his cum. I moved over to his prone body, kissing his chest as he continued to get his breath back, just the two of us in that dark hotel room, undisturbed, lost in the lust we had for each other.

We cleaned up and went back to sleep for a while, but it was not the end of sex for that visit. We couldn't get enough of each other, like two horny teenagers. As we had breakfast and parted the next morning we talked about the possibility of a repeat. It was hard to believe he wanted to meet me again but I wanted so badly to think that we would. Little did either of us know where it would lead of how many adventures we would have.