Me and my Man

We met again, this time in a different town, at a low-grade motel with chain-link fencing around it.  I could tell he didn't like the place; it wasn't quite as safe looking as where we'd stayed last time.  He made a few comments about it, he asked if I wanted to go to a different place.   We're both bigger guys, I wasn't worried.  Besides, my eyes were on him, not the motel.  

We fooled around a bit when we first put our bags down in the room, a quick fuck, enough for me to be loaded with his cum when we went to dinner. As we sat across from each other my mind was on him, how sexy he is, how manly, how lucky I was to be there with him. Afterwards we headed back to the motel and just laid together, talking about the day, about life, still on the road to getting to know one another. We were naked under the sheets, my body pressed into his larger one, my hands on his hairy chest, moving all around him to feel his strong arms, his long legs, brushing against his cock as a reminder of why we were here.

We decided to sleep for a bit, again I slept fitfully. To this day I have not mastered the art of sleeping deeply with him around, he's just too sexy, I'm too magnetically drawn to him, looking forward to what's going to happen. The room was dark, the curtains tightly drawn. I couldn't tell what time it was as I drifted in and out of sleep. I could hear him on the other side of me, his breathing a constant reminder of his presence. I woke at one point, seemingly when the night was at its darkest. I wasn't sure what had woken me until I felt it, like magic, his hand against my back. He was ready.

I rolled over to look at him, instantly understanding what he wanted, knowing I wanted it too. I reached over to wrap my hand around his cock, he was already hard. As I moved closer to his side he pushed me down, towards his cock, flinging the sheet aside as he did. I opened my mouth and took as much of it as I could, he was fully erect and hard and I loved the feel of his hard cock in my mouth. I worked up and down, using my tongue to push down on his cock head, the way he likes it, I could hear his soft groans and knew he wanted it. He pushed the back of my head down and held it there for as long as I could take it, I rose off his cock, gagging on his size. I used my hands to feel every part of him that I could reach, working up and down his legs, roaming all over his torso, up to his chest.

I rose up off his cock and asked him what position he wanted.

"Doggie" He said.

We often used this position to open me up to his hard cock. I moved my ass to the edge of the bed, head down on the sheet, ass poked out and ready. He lubed my hole, and his cock, before pushing his cock-head against my entrance. I was ready, I wanted him, wanted to feel him in me. I took two quick hits from the poppers bottle in order to get him past the first ring and inside of me. As he pushed in, I placed my hand on his thigh, my way of signaling him to take it slowly. I felt a sharp bite of pain that eased into pleasure as he continued to work his way into me. I felt him bottom out, the heat from his hips against my ass, then his familiar rhythm started.

In-and-out he worked, I could hear his exclamations of pleasure and as he was warming up, as he felt more and more at home in my ass, and I started feeling the pleasure from having him there. My breathing became shallow, matching his rhythm. We kept this position for a while, his hands grabbing onto my waist, pulling me into him, me crouched on the bed, him standing, commanding me from the floor.

I rose up and gently pulled off of him, I needed a change in positions. Again, I asked him what he wanted.

"Missionary" He said.

Usually, we fuck from the edge of the bed, he likes to be standing on the floor. For some reason we tried it differently this time, from the middle of the bed. I scooted a pillow under my ass and raised my legs in the air, exposing my man-cunt to him. He kneeled and pushed my ass up even farther with his legs as he pushed into my body, first one side, then the other. The room was very dark, very still, there was no noise except our breathing. What happened next was magical. As he pushed his hard cock into me, he bent forward, lowering his upper body over mine, pushing my legs towards my chest. Our faces were close, and I could watch him as he continued to push his cock into me. When he was all the way in, he leaned over and we kissed, one of the most erotic actions I've ever been part of.

He then started fucking, very slowly, letting me feel all of him. Just the two of us in this dark room in the early hours of the morning, his cock slowly moving in and out of my hole. We seemed like one thing, and the only thing that mattered was the heights of pleasure we were giving to each other. We kept on like this for what seemed like forever, but was probably just a few minutes. He then sped his fucking up, becoming a rhythm that shook the bed and knocked my head against the headboard. I held my arms up over my head so the headboard wouldn't make any noise, and I could sense that he was nearing his climax. He moved faster and faster, fucking into me harder and harder, slamming his body into mine. His breathing became faster and shallower and I could tell he was very close.

"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" he exclaimed as he arched his back and shoved his cock all the way into me.

I reached out to grab his hips as he unloaded his cum into me, pulling him into me. He held himself over me for a few seconds longs, making some small bucking movements as he did. Eventually he lowered his upper body onto me, resting as he got his breath back. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me, placing a short kiss on his lips. He needed to get his breath back so the kiss didn't last long but I continued to hold him to my body.

Eventually his cock slipped out of my, slick with his cum and lube. As he rolled off of me to the side, I moved down to clean his cock off with my mouth, glad to serve him once again. We both went back to sleep for a while longer, letting the quietness of the night take over again. We fucked again before cleaning up and going for breakfast. As we parted, we talked about plans to meet again, my thoughts we still consumed by our early morning intimate fuck, I could wait to see him again.