Another Day Another Slut
Friday was going to be a LONG day; Kent would fly up in the evening but it would be an eternity waiting until he arrived.
I awoke early and horny as hell. My hole needed filling and my balls needed draining; my dick was hard as steel.
I briefly considered texting the built stud on the fourth floor I’d had a near-miss with until he’d begun his litany of limitations; he had more carve-outs and wouldn’t-considers than the Woke agenda! Still he was physically hotter than fuck and he’d texted me nine times by the morning with various compromise offers. I Siri’d him. “Final offer. Raw fuck; you topping me. WITH viewing of my latest test results and PrEP scrip. Now or never.”
It was barely six and I wasn’t certain how this would pan out. I dragged my ass and bobbing steel pole that was my dick along with my balls that felt like kettle weights into Bo’s amazing guest suite wet-room. Whether Bo had me in mind or not the shower was equipped with an either coincidentally-futuristic wand or it was a douche nozzle. It made the process of being hopefully railed within an inch of my life even more optimistic.
When I stepped out of the shower for the last time (good thing I’d taken the time for “maintenance” as it had taken a couple of passes) I had a response. “Dude your hot as fuck and I’m horny as fuck. I give! BUT I bottom.”
My brain hurt from the mis-use of ‘your’ versus ‘you’re’ and it took me a minute to sort out the “I give” versus the “I bottom.” I laughed. And I showed my age which was twice his; I called.
His deep voice answered very suspiciously. “Hellllllllllooooooooo?”
“Good morning!” I said with more volume and enthusiasm than I knew he was ready for.
“It will be when you’re balls-deep inside of me,” he growled.
God help me; I couldn’t help but see “your” in my head instead of “you’re.” I shook it off. “My dick is hard enough to punch through a wall; you sure you’re up for it.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuck duuuuuuuude,” he moaned all gravelly. “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to take advantage of my fine pussy on offer.” I thought ruefully how much I hate feminization of men’s bodies and reminded myself how much I appreciated my husband. Fourteen hours until Kent arrives, I reminded myself.
“Guess I blinked,” I said. You coming up or am I coming down? Do you need time to get ready?”
He guffawed at that. “If you’re asking if I’m ready to get fucked I took care of that when I woke-up; it’s my morning ritual before the treadmill for forty-five minutes. I was just finishing that when you texted which is why it took me a minute to answer. I just need to jump in the shower because I was making coffee when I first came back up and then you called.”
“Less talk; more ass,” I told him. “And if you shower before I’m in your hole the deal is off.”
“I don’t … “ he started but I nipped that in the bud. "Got it."
“Get up here. NOW!” And don’t ruin it! my throbbing hard-on injected into my thoughts.
“SIR YES SIR!” he barked and surprised me with that blast of masculine exertion.
Five minutes later there had not been a knock or the doorbell … which I realized I didn’t even know if there was one or what it sounded like. Who the fuck cares?! my hard-on shoved into my thoughts. As I picked-up my phone to call him the phone and my AppleWatch vibrated with an incoming text. “Apt #?”
I was momentarily irritated: I’d told him in the elevator, I remembered his, AND I’d put it under my phone number on the card I’d put under his door. Who the fuck cares? Type it the fuck in! my dick urged me. I complied as I generally do. And just like that a door-bell ding-donged.
He burst past me when I opened the door; a breeze of man-sweat engulfed me. He was wearing an even tighter sweatier tank than he’d been wearing when I’d met him in the elevator. “Are you sure you want me this way? I smell dude! I know some guys are … “ Fortunately he stopped himself when he turned to face me nearly out the other end of the foyer. “Fuck dude!” he said eyes wide. “I mean … I felt that monster when we did our standing lap-dance in the gym; but damn dude! Rest of you's impressive too man.”
I strode up to him aggressively and he cowered. “Will you be offended if I tell you to shut the fuck up and bend over something?” I said so close to him we could feel each other’s breath. And I could smell him stronger and my dick was READY!
He turned away so fast his wet hair flipped against my face. And then he headed to the kitchen a ways across the open floor plan. Without missing a beat he yanked down his shorts revealing a jock strap, wriggled and yanked his sweaty skin-tight shirt over his head with considerable difficulty, and then leaned over Bo’s vast island with his chest against the surface and his feet planted wide. “Hope you have some lube for that monster. I’m not sure my health insurance covers collateral fuck damage.”
I was crouched between his feet and shoved my face and tongue in his delicious hairy sweaty crack. My tongue found his hole and my senses feasted on his strong taste and scent.
“OH FUCK!” he cried and pushed his butt into my face. “FUCK MAN EAT MY PUSSY.” Ugh!
But I did continue eating that hole and everything around it. And he continued grinding into my ravenous face and moaning louder and louder. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! You HAVE to FUCK ME!” he begged.
I stood and admired the vast v of his torso and hard musculature of his back, shoulders, butt, and legs. My dick was drooling so much pre-jism that I caught a glob in my palm and smeared it over his hole. I roughly shoved my gooey finger and then another inside him.
“Nnnnngh!” and then “OH FUCK!” when the second one went in. “Open me up. PUHHHHLEASSSSSSSE!” When my third finger went in he cried-out, “EASY!”
“There’s NOTHING about men fucking that is about EASY!” I growled and ground my fingers around inside him.
He was panting and pushing back; the stretch couldn’t be that bad. I pulled out and got a gasp and whimper. When I shoved my raging dick against his ring it popped open easily and let me SHOVE inside. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK” he screamed.
But the scream was accompanied by him pushing back and then grinding when my groin slapped into his hard glutes. “NNNNGH!” he grunted.
I pulled almost all the way out and SLAPPED his ass hard. “AAAAAAAACK!”
“WORDS!” I shouted.
And then I SLAMMED back into him. “NNNNNNNNGH!” But before I could pull out to smack him again he continued with, “HHHHHHHHHHHOLY FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS! THANK YOU SIR!”
I had him by his trim waist and was pounding into him hard and fast; my balls were swinging and I could feel the fabric and stitching of his pouch where the leg straps attached. He was maintaining a litany of pleas and praise; I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the latter.
“Fuckin’ huge dude; your pole is splitting me open and I feel it in my gut.” Okay, I never said it was completely without exaggeration.
At one point we both shifted a hair and his body jolted wildly and he cried-out louder and wordlessly. “Yeah?” I asked him and jabbed into him again at the same angle and with the same result.
I began jack-hammering him that way and didn’t criticize him for continuing moans and cries without words. Finally when he was a writhing mess I shouted, “TELL ME!”
He was almost crying. “SOOOOOOO GOOD. Gonna … “
“DO IT!” I shouted in a growl.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he cried and stiffened as I slammed him harder.
His long cry ebbed and then he grumbled a long grunt as his body began shaking and his hole clenched around me hard. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he cried with each jolt as his body ejaculated hard and fast presumably into his jock strap pouch.
“Tell me what you want!” I demanded.
“I want your cum,” he whimpered.
“WHERE?”
“Wherever you want sir,” he was nearly crying.
“FUCKING TELL ME!” I shouted so close to cumming that he might not make it before I did.
“FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM. PLEASE SIR!”
My balls obliged and over-boiled. My body tensed and then erupted and as I gasped, swore, grunted, and blasted he grunted as each shot went deep.
When my shots had subsided he slumped limply onto the counter and his hole slacked around me. “Fuck dude,” he said hoarsely but quietly.
“I think we just did the hell out of that,” I joked. "And that jock strap? It's mine now; a souvenir!" I told him.
Tom leaned up and propped his left elbow as he looked over his right shoulder at me. "You want my jock? And what's funny?" His tone had taken an unpleasantly campy tone.
"MY jock strap," I said sternly. "OFF! NOW!" I said and didn't bother to explain my play on words. Yeah, I know it was lame; but he's really not the sharpest knife in the block.
I pulled back and pulled my softening dick from his surprisingly-tight hole. A plop and a splat and I was out. He stood and looked over his shoulder and down at the floor. "Ooops," he said with a girlish flaunt. What a way to kill what was left of my endorphin vibe!
I turned and went to grab a few paper towels; I'd wash the floor afterward. Tom got out of his jock strap and when I was back at the island he was twirling the sweaty cummy strap on a hyper-extended index finger. I shoved a paper towel at him and got down and wiped the floor. "You might want to uh wipe up and get into your shorts," I told him and reached up with his shorts in my hand.
He took the shorts and handed me the jock strap. And he threw the cum-and-ass-juice-soiled paper towel down on the counter-top. I cringed but snapped it up when I stood and wiped the counter with the only clean paper towel I still had. I'd wash it with bleach later.
He didn't bother with his tank top though he picked it up. "Enjoy that," he said with an even more campy wink. "And by the way what's the manly straight stud of the manor in the hospital for? Must be pretty dire if you had to fly in."
"That's his business," I said pointedly as I put the paper towels in Bo's trash under the sink.
"Straight guys! Must be something to make a masculine ego like his go in." I didn't point out that if he's in the hospital it's obviously serious.
"Speaking of I need to get cleaned-up and get there."
"Well," he flounced, "we can do this again ANY time! And in case your ego could use a stroke I don't think I've cum that way since I was in prep school and the football coach banged one out of me. ANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE time!"
Not sure I could get it up after he went all girly on me. "I'll keep that in mind; the offer I mean."
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