Forget the Books
The sound of my dorm room phone ringing brought me out of my slumber.
I opened an eye, tired as all hell, looking at the side wall where my phone was on a stack of milk crates, angry at the sound waking me up. I shot a glance at my clock, seeing it was only 7:00am.
“Who the fuck…?” I mumbled, sitting up in my bed, a discarded text resting uncomfortably beside me as I swung my bare feet off the bed onto the floor. I was still dressed in my pair of grey cotton lounge pants and a loose-fitting long sleeve white tee that I had put on after a nighttime shower, and had obviously passed out while studying.
I frowned at the ringing, realizing it was coming from an on-campus location by the tone as I reached for the receiver. “Hello?” I mumbled, silencing the sound at last as I rubbed my eyes.
“Wakey, wakey sleepy head.” I heard the deep voice on the other end. “Time for that fourth load don’t you think?”
I swallowed hard, a shot of adrenaline coursed through my 20-year-old body as I remembered last night’s antics with the big muscle beast of a security guard at the campus museum. I let out a long deep sigh into the phone as my body came alive.
“I take that as a yes?” His voice was even sexier over the phone.
I reluctantly passed on the option for a fourth-round last night, after taking three loads from him. He had hinted that he’d get it in me one way or the other soon enough. I didn’t think it’d be this soon.
“How’d you get my number?” I asked tentatively, still rubbing my eyes.
I heard him give a low rumble, almost like a growl. “I have my ways. I do work security after all.”
I wasn’t sure if that was romantic or scary at this point, but I found myself smiling. “I take it you’re done your shift?” I could feel my ass twitch, which I had to admit felt a little tender after the rough pounding only 7 hours or so ago.
“I am. And I’m ready to fill up that sweet little muscle ass again. You want it? I can swing by?” He was direct if anything.
I panicked slightly, aware that my floor was full since we were into exams. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to come here, too many people around.”
“Why don’t you go grab a coffee again. “He said without any hint of hesitation. “I’m sure you could use another break anyway. Or at least a little something to start your day off with a bang.” He gave one low chuckle. “I’ll be there at 7:30 to pick you up.”
And then he hung up, leaving me no chance to refuse or counter.
I couldn’t help but grin at the prospect of seeing this guy again already. I DID want another round with him last night, but chose to leave instead in the hopes that I would see him again. Exams and all that jazz got the better of me. But staring at his completely naked body, and the way he was looking at me, I almost gave in. But in the end, we decided he needed to get started on his shift, and I needed to study. And it gave my ass a chance to rest. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take him even now let alone last night.
But still, I went flying out into the dorm washroom and took a leak and brushed my teeth before I hurried back into my room to slip on a pair of underwear and blue jeans, and a heavy sweater before stuffing my bare feet into a pair of winter boots and grabbing a winter hat and my coat before I went out into the December winter towards the coffee shop.
I was there by 7:20, and ordered two coffees…one for me, and one large black one for “him” before I realized I didn’t even know his name yet.
With every sound of the door opening in the crowded coffee place, I glanced at the entrance expecting to see the large man at any moment. I remembered the way he filled up this exact spot only 9 hours ago, in his all black winter Security gear, but as I took the two steaming cups and moved to a spot near the door, I spotted that exact hulking figure coming down the sidewalk. He was easy to spot as he towered over the other pedestrians in both height and width in the same large black coat he wore last night, with the same black tuque on his head down to his eyes. His face had a slight bit of stubble since last night, but every other ounce of his giant muscular body that I had seen on display in all its glory last night was now covered in black winter wear once again. Just seeing him clothed made my cock twitch and I realized just how ready I was to see him again.
His blue eyes searched inside as he opened the door, spotting me quickly. He let out a wide grin, showing off his white teeth suddenly as if the sheer sight of me made him the happiest man alive. His eyes widened as he saw me with the two cups and he gave me a slight sigh.
“Awwww, look at you buying me a coffee.” He said it quietly as he moved in front of me as I stood up with the cups. “I was going to buy YOU one this morning since I didn’t get a chance to last night.”
I found myself looking up to him, craning my neck, realizing just how tall he was. He really did have Professor Tom beat in size, which was saying something. And as for stamina, he proved that last night.
I handed him his cup and gave him a slightly annoyed look. “You know you woke me up.”
He smiled at me still, and gave me a wink. “And yet here you are.”
I let out a soft snort and opened the flap in my coffee to let some steam out. “So…where are you taking me today?”
He took a step backwards towards the door and pushed it open. “Follow me kid.” It was his grin that made me follow so easily, or it was just the sheer size of him, or it was the way he looked at me. Whatever the reason, I felt so safe and alive just following that big round beefy ass in those black pants. Or maybe it was the subtlety of the word SECURITY across his back that made me do it. But I did it anyway and fell in step beside him as we rounded the corner and walked back onto campus.
“You know, I don’t even know your name.”
He took a sip of coffee, his thick lips puckering over the small opening in the flap as I watched him suck it back before he turned to me. He reached out his black gloved hand to me. “Wade.”
“Wade?” I repeated, taking his massive gloved hand in my bare one.
“Wade. As in going in deep.”
I laughed, hanging onto his hand a little longer than necessary as he continued to stare into my eyes a little longer than necessary.
“Which you certainly did last night. Brian.” I said in return.
He gave a little wink and nodded. “I know.”
I squinted at him, unsure if he meant he knew how deep he went last night, or that he knew my name. Either way I was rather taken by surprise for a moment as I remembered him telling me that he had followed me the one night, and he knew my number to my dorm room.
“So where are you taking me today Wade? Not back to the museum?”
He let out a small laugh as I followed him across the street deeper into campus. “Too many people there during the day unfortunately. So if I can’t fuck you there, and I can’t fuck you quietly in your room then I guess we only have one other option: I’m going to fuck you at my place.” He glanced down at me. “You okay with that?”
My cock was already hard, so I just shrugged. “You live far?”
He shook his head and took another sip of coffee. “Nope. Only a five-minute drive.”
I blew on my cup, trying to control my nerves at the prospect of going to this stranger’s house. At least now I knew his first name.
He pointed ahead to the parking lot to the side reserved for staff of the campus, not too far from the museum we were at last night. “I’m just there.”
“You’re not going to kidnap me and chain me to a radiator are you?” I said through a slight nervous giggle.
He turned to look at me with a big grin. “Not unless you want me to. I do have a pair of handcuffs I haven’t had to use in a while….”
I found myself rolling my eyes as he dug into his coat pocket and produced a set of car keys, flicking the unlock button. I saw the lights flash on a black Jeep Cherokee, and followed him to the vehicle.
I hopped into the front seat as he shifted his large frame inside, the doors closing shutting out the sounds of the world and the cold all at once. I saw him pull off his gloves to reveal those large hands that had gripped me so tightly just last night as he gave a quick glance in the back, and then over my shoulder before he leaned across the seat and grabbed my head, pulling me fast to his lips in a soul sucking open mouthed tongue filled kiss.
I got lost in it, hearing the sounds we were making as our lips smacked together and our tongues danced. I saw stars, and felt a rush of butterflies rise through me as his fingers dug into my scalp. He gave a soft growl as we slowed down, and he pulled away slightly, his blue eyes open staring into me. “Sorry I couldn’t wait to do that any longer.”
I reached up and held his wrist, my fingers barely reaching around the thickness as I smiled back at him, our noses lightly touching. “That’s okay. I don’t mind at all.”
His thumb moved down my cheek as he studied me, and then he leaned in again and I felt the surge of excitement rush through me again as we made out again, longer this time, ignoring the rest of the world.
He pulled away slowly, letting his hand fall down my shoulder and off me, his body sitting back into the seat of the car, but his eyes never left mine. His smile widened slightly and he pursed his lips together before he reached for the ignition. “Fuck.” He said softly, shifting his ass in the driver’s seat. “I can’t believe I’m taking you home with me. You’re in trouble now.” He gave a small laugh, showing off his perfect teeth again, and I felt a little tinge of fear. But that was quickly alleviated as he reached his hand over to take mine in it as he backed out of the spot.
He drove the entire way to his house with one hand, the other resting on my leg latched in my own hand. His hand was huge, soft for his size, and warm as he held my left hand. He had thick fingers, and pronounced veins on the top that I found my right hand playing with as it rested on top. We relaxed into pleasant conversation, Wade telling me he was only 38 although I had him pegged to be in his 40s, that he grew up in British Columbia, and had recently moved here only a year ago. I told him I was in my second year, that I lived three hours away in a small town, and was trying to figure myself out.
At that, he gave a loud snort. “Yeah, aren’t we all.”
I frowned, wondering if I should press him on his comment, when he actually turned to look at me and saw the look on his face.
“Sorry, didn’t mean for that to sound snarky.”
I waited, still unsure what he meant.
He came to stop at a light and turned back to me again. “So have you? Figured yourself out?”
I felt myself shrugging. “I don’t know yet.”
He stared at me for a minute, his thumb moving absentmindedly along the side of my hand. “I think you know. You seemed pretty sure of yourself last night.” He grinned at me, and I found myself lost in that smile.
I found myself quiet, and afraid to answer my own thoughts, so I turned it back on him. “And you? Is that why you moved here? To figure yourself out?”
He gave a long sigh and I almost wondered if he was going to let go of my hand. It seemed oddly romantic and rather forward to be holding my hand like a couple for this long in the car ride, but he didn’t. Instead the light changed and as we inched forward through the intersection, he rested his left hand on the steering wheel and drove casually. “Kind of. Not so much to figure myself out, but more like get away from everyone.” He looked over at me again for a brief second, as if he was wondering whether he should tell me more, when he let out a long sigh again. “I needed a fresh start I guess. I finally came out to my family and friends.”
I could feel my heart pounding slightly, and I watched his face, his eyes remained forward, and his jaw tightened, showing off unknowingly a rather fine looking profile.
“You did? For real?” I sounded more surprised than I should have, and couldn’t help but admire this giant man. “That’s awesome!”
He gave me a rather sad look and shrugged. “It actually wasn’t so awesome.”
A rather awkward silence fell between us, and I felt his hand tighten around mine.
“Turned my life upside down to be honest. I got fired from the force, and my family basically disowned me.” He didn’t look at me this time, just stared ahead as we drove straight.
I didn’t know what to say. I hardly knew the guy, but if a guy like this could come out as gay, I couldn’t believe anyone would even try to go against him.
“The force? Were you a cop?” I asked quietly as he stared straight ahead, his eyes focused on the road.
He gave me a quick glance and nodded. “Yeah.”
A former cop? I thought suddenly in my brain, and had a flash of what he must look like in a police uniform, before my dirty mind evaporated and my real brain took back over. “They fired you for being gay? They can’t do that, can they?”
Wade turned to me and I could see his eyes were watery. “My partner accused me of sexual harassment, once he heard I was gay.” He cleared his throat. “He was my best friend too, and suddenly wanted nothing to do with me. So, he fabricated a couple things with some other officers, and I just quietly resigned.”
I heard myself swallow hard. “I’m so sorry. That’s so unfair.”
Wade took a deep breath in and actually brought my hand up to his lips and gave a hard peck on the back of my hand as he squeezed mine tighter. “I went from wanting to fuck him to wanting to punch his face in. But…fresh start right?” He gave a sad little laugh and let his hand fall back onto my knee as we slowed down, and he turned into a new survey.
I had a lot of questions to ask, about his family, and why they would turn on him just because he said he was gay. I didn’t know a lot of gay people from my home. It just seemed that everyone kept it to themselves. Especially the dads and closeted athletes that I knew. Of all the guys I had messed around with, this man was the first to be out and open. Not even Professor Tom was totally out, but rather living a quiet existence. But then again, Tom was my professor and what we were doing could get him fired. Just like Wade I guess.
Wade turned into a newly built bungalow, driveway neatly shoveled from our last snow fall, including the walkway to the front door. It was a quaint little place, and I found myself looking at it with wonder, as this huge macho former cop put his Jeep into park, and finally let go of my hand to bring me to his home.
“Here we are kid.” He cleared his throat again and scrambled out of the big vehicle before I had even undone my seatbelt. I followed those big black boots up the walkway, staring at his hard round ass again as he unlocked the front door and held it open for me.
I broke the awkward silence as I passed by him, trying to lighten the mood. “So…is this your little sex dungeon place where you bring all your victims too?”
He closed the door behind us and tossed the keys onto the side table as I went to kick off my boots. But he didn’t laugh. Instead he put his hands in his pants pockets and he looked down at me with a sigh, standing completely still.
“You can relax Brian. I’m not going to chain you up or knock you out. And I don’t fuck around a lot. Actually, hardly at all.”
I stepped out of both boots and stood on his hardwood floor in my bare feet as I unzipped my coat, taking him in. He was serious, staring at me with a different look that made my heart skip a beat. He seemed suddenly vulnerable.
“Oh.” I heard myself say softly. “I just thought, well…” I looked up into his blue eyes that seemed suddenly icy. “I mean look at you! You’re fucking unbelievably hot!”
This actually made him snort again, and he relaxed and let out a big laugh. “Well thank you, but I think YOU’RE the hot one!”
To that, I snorted and pulled off my coat, which he took immediately from me like a gentleman and opened the closet door to hang it up. “Oh please. You’ve got the height and the build.”
“And you’ve got the face and the ass, not to mention your ripped fuckin’ body.” He took his own coat off and hung it up beside mine before he turned back to me. “And those eyes!” He looked up at the ceiling and pretended to fall backwards against the closet. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ those EYES!”
I actually blushed as I watched him laughing in a very deep voiced throaty way, this huge handsome muscled giant of a man, telling ME how hot I was. My eyes fell to his boots as he stepped out of one, and used his black socked toe to kick off the other one. And then he stepped towards me and his hands gently landed on my shoulders, and then slid up to my face. He bent down to kiss me, tenderly and slowly, those butterflies returning again as I breathed deeply in.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispered quietly, resting his forehead on mine, my face still held between his massive paws. Then he kissed the top of my head, and he took my hand in his again and pulled me towards his body as he started to walk to the right of the house down a hallway. “Come on.”
I followed along, watching the size of his socked feet, my eyes glancing up to the way his ass shifted as he walked, the width of his back and shoulders as I anticipated him having to duck to enter the doorway. He was just as tall as the door as he moved into the large bathroom along the hallway, and without letting go of my hand, pulled the gray shower curtain back along the combo shower/tub and turned the tap on.
“I need to have a shower first, sorry. I feel all gross, especially after the marathon fucking we did!” He stood up at full height and dropped my hand. “Join me?”
Even though I had a quick shower last night when I got home, I nodded as he started to undo his belt. I followed suit, taking off my sweater as he slid the belt out of the loops of his pants. He undid it, along with the button and zipper and let it hang open revealing the bulge in his underwear, before he pulled at the black button-down shirt from his waist. Slowly, while he stared at me, he undid each button, peeling off his shirt to reveal that fantastic upper body, muscles flexing as he did, the light dusting of hair across his pecs looking even more tantalizing in the light of the bathroom than it did in the darker museum. His eyes dropped to my smooth torso as I pulled at the long sleeve tee and dropped it to the ground.
He rested his beefy ass against the counter and slid each sock off his big feet, watching me as I slid my jeans down to my bare ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them sideways to where my sweater and shirt had landed. I stood before him in my white Calvin Kleins as he stood up again and pushed his black pants down his massive thighs, pushing them with some force over his muscular calves, before he too stood before me in his own underwear, his cock already thick and pronounced, sideways to where a dark wet spot had formed.
He grinned and looked down. “I’m already leaking for you kid.” I watched his fingers and thumbs slide into the waistband and matched his movements, both of us sliding our briefs downward, and standing up completely naked.
He moved to the shower, stepping in first to test it as I gripped my inflating cock and gave it a few tugs to satisfy my hunger as I watched the way his muscles moved as he slid under the stream. His ass looked downright tasty, all smooth and firm, round and meaty. I moved behind him as he turned to me, his crew cut head submerged in the water. I watched the water darken his chest hair, flattening it to his pecs and outlining his rock hard body as he took up the entire width of the shower. He looked upwards and closed his eyes, letting the water wash over his face before he spit out some and opened his eyes to me.
“Get in here sexy.” He grinned, and held out a hand for me to take as I stepped in front of him.
I couldn’t help but touch him right away as I put my feet in between his, feeling his hard chest and enjoying the sensation of another man in the shower. It was only a few weeks ago that I had the pleasure of not one, but two men in the shower with me. But suddenly this felt a little different.
There was no one here to catch us. There was no secret I was keeping from anyone. There was no fear. Just a very large, muscled man, a gay one at that, a former cop, who couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
Wade pulled me into him, the heat of the water cascading over me, the feel of his large body like granite next to mine, the warmth of him enveloping me as his arms slipped around me and his lips found mine again. We laughed as we started to kiss under the water and we had to move out of it to stop ourselves from drowning. I found myself relaxing into him, letting him take the lead.
He reached for the bottle of liquid soap and stepped back from me, staring down at me. “C’mere.” He simply said, and gently turned me around before I heard the puff of the bottle as he squeezed soap over my shoulder. I was facing away from him, staring at the wall as his large soft hands began to rub the soap onto my shoulders, down my back, and all over me in a slow, sensual manner.
This was a very different man than the heated intense fucking from last night. This was slow and unrushed, tantalizingly passionate as he focused on my body, working his soapy fingers into every line and curve of my body. I glanced over my shoulder to see his massive frame lowering to one knee, letting his hands work down each of my legs before gliding back upwards in a taunting way up to the crack of my ass. He turned me around and focused on my front, massaging the soap into my abs and around my hard cock and full balls, down each leg again until his fingers were teasing me.
Those blue eyes kept looking back up at me, registering my face and smiling when I moaned, or when I looked back at him. When he finally stood up, his own cock was thick and fully erect and crashed against my flat stomach as he came in for another soul sucking kiss.
I moaned into him, our bodies slippery together, my hands roaming over his back and ass, like I couldn’t decide what I wanted to hang on to the most as we kissed. He didn’t talk, just breathed heavily as we made out, his hands easily gliding over me, until his fingers found their way down over my ass, and began to circle my hole.
I moaned into him, and I pressed hard against him. I let out a few short words, like oh my god, and yes, and suddenly I was whispering how badly I wanted him.
He lifted me off the shower floor easily, still locked with my lips and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We stood there making out under the hot water, my cock aching for attention as I clung to his body desperately. He lifted me up a bit higher, and then I felt his hand and cock under me, teasing me with it, finding my entrance until he did, and then hugged me even tighter as it begged to slide in.
“You want my cock again Brian? Want me to fuck you again?” He panted into my face as we kissed. I opened my eyes slightly to see his open, staring into me, and I found myself nodding.
I moved around him, trying in all desperation to feel him break in, to push his way in again like he did so easly last night. “Yes.” I panted back. “Fuck me please Wade.”
Using our names suddenly seemed so personal, so strong that I felt it through my entire body. And as if on cue, my ass opened up for him and he painfully slipped inside. The water was no friend, and with no lube, and last night’s rough housing, I felt it and it hurt.
He must have sensed it because just as quickly as the pain went through me, he pulled himself back out and his fingers went to my ass. “Not like this.” He said between kissing again, and he set me down and turned me around and shut the water off.
I stared at his throbbing cock, so thick and long, and wondered how I took it so many times last night. He stepped one big wide foot onto the bathmat in front of the shower and reached for one of the two blue towels and handed me one. “Here. Dry yourself off.”
He grabbed the second towel and stepped out completely, using the towel fast to run it over his face and head, and then his chest, moving it downwards as he watched me. He worked the towel around his cock and then slid it down each leg before he dropped it and stepped on it to wipe his feet.
And then he took me by the hand, helped me step out of the tub, and then moved into me again, kissing me and lifting me off the floor again and began to walk with me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him like before, feeling his hard cock under me as he walked slowly to what I assumed was his bedroom. My eyes couldn’t stay shut as I took in the hallway and the entrance to his room as he too kept his open as he continued to kiss me and walk with me in his arms to his bed.
He had a large bedroom, in very masculine-type decor with a giant king bed in the middle taking up most of the space. I was amazed at how neat and tidy it was, and the fluffy looking white duvet on top with a Mexican blanket strewn across the bottom. He put one muscled knee down on the bed, and then lowered me down gently, continuing to kiss me the entire time until I was on my back and splayed out completely under him.
But instead of lifting my legs and aiming his cock to where it wanted to go, he hovered over me, letting his stubbled chin brush against my cheek, my body just under his feeling cold without his heat, as his eyes remained open to study me.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long I’m going to take my time.” He said quietly, letting his chin move my face sideways so he could kiss the side of my neck before he looked back up into my eyes. “I fucked you last night. This morning I want to make love to you.” He lowered his head again to my chest and softly kissed my left nipple and then looked back up at me with a large grin. “I know that makes me sound so gay, but I am.” He winked and moved his full lips to my right nipple and gave it a soft pec. Then he moved to my abs, and kissed the top of my stomach gently as he let his massive body spread out across the bed between my legs, his mouth moving south down to my belly button.
I heard my own breath gasp as he took hold of my meat in his hands so lightly shivers went through me. I gasped again as he looked up at me and took me into his mouth. I stared down at him as he began to worship my dick, licking it like a popsicle, kissing the head, tonguing my shaved nuts, and deep throating it again and again as his fingers played gently with my hole. I was a moaning wreck, writhing under him, stretching out my arms to the width of his bed as he slowly played with my body.
He snaked up at last, letting his thick long tongue out to lick his was up my abs and chest again, till I was practically swallowing it as we hungrily kissed, his saliva seeping down my throat as I felt his shoulders under my legs. He moved into position, my legs being pushed backwards as his mouth continued to suction to mine, his fingers probing in between my legs as we breathed heavily into each other.
“Are you ready for me Brian?” He whispered so softly to me, taking the moment to spit into his fingers and applying it to my hole and his cock.
I grabbed his face and kissed him back, feeling my body responding to his searching fingers, moving myself under him squarely for what I wanted – no NEEDED to happen again. “Yes Wade.” I moaned out.
Wade’s mouth covered mine again as I felt the thick helmet of his cock circling my opening. “Show me.” He whispered into my ear as his mouth drifted away. I felt his legs under me, and my body was suddenly being pulled upwards, bent in half still as he kept my legs against him and my feet around his head. He effortlessly pulled me onto him, his body slipping underneath me somehow so that he was on his back and I was suddenly sitting on top of him. “You’re in control now.” He breathed out, resting his head back on his hands, his massive biceps flexed for me, his lats wide, his chest heaving, and his abs tight and lined as I put my hands on his hard pecs and lifted my ass upwards to feel the length of his cock. With one hand I reached behind me and guided it to my hole. Our eyes locked as he grinned at me, and I took control.
He nodded as he felt the head of his cock at my entrance. “Put me in you Brian.” His voice was so low I felt like I was in a trance. His dick was slick with his spit, and after the teasing from his fingers, I was more than ready. I held it in place briefly, letting my ass open up to invite him in. I grabbed both pecs firmly in my hands as I let myself slowly down on him, until every last inch of his thick shaft was once again embedded deep inside me.
“Oh fuck Brian.” He whispered out as he exhaled, his hands still locked behind his crew cut head, his eyes wide and open, staring up at me as I let my legs grasp the side of his hard body. I found myself moaning, my head falling backwards as my chin lifted to the ceiling in sheer ecstasy as he entered me completely.
“Fuck Wade.” I heard myself groan out loud. “You feel so good.”
His big hands were suddenly on me, and I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me. I took his hands in mine, letting his hands roam up my body with his, until they were at my face, my eyes closing again at the feeling of his thick fingers near my mouth and his cock now throbbing inside me as I began to move my ass to the groans of pleasure below me.
I sucked back a finger, holding his hands by the wrist as I stared down at him, gyrating on his massive body. This was different than Sandra’s dad Ben, even so different than the last time Tom fucked me. I was feeling something with this stranger I had just met and I didn’t know why. But as I looked down at him and saw the way he was looking back up at me, I knew he was looking at ME, just ME, and it ignited something in me.
I felt the pull of his hand on my head to his and my mouth crashed into his, our mouths opening up for another deep passionate kiss as Wade’s legs moved under me. He pushed his feet into the bed for support and started to fuck upwards, the sounds of our bodies smashing together filling his quiet bedroom. And in another smooth swift motion, I was being directed sideways.
Before I knew it, I was on my back again, Wade was between my legs, my legs were on his shoulders and he was deeper in me than before, fucking me missionary, all the while we hadn’t broken our kiss. I reached around his huge body and gripped both his clenching ass cheeks as he worked himself as far into me as he possibly could.
He worked up a steady pace, keeping his mouth on mine as much as he could in between panting heavily and resting his forehead on mine. He felt amazing in me as he pumped me steadily for god knows how long. We became a sheen of sweat, our bodies slick with perspiration as we continued to fuck, or rather ‘make love’ as he so gayly put it. I found myself squeezing his ass, grunting under him, and wanting to feel him explode inside me like no one before.
So when he finally spoke, I was more than ready.
“You want another load baby?”
The use of the term baby sent me over the edge. “Oh my god yes please Wade, breed me!”
He hunkered down, picking up the pace and stared openly into my eyes. “You gonna cum with me?”
I could feel my cock against him, grinding on those washboard abs as he drove his cock in and out of me like a piston. “Keep fucking me like that and I will!” I moaned, clutching his ass even tighter.
“Oh fuck yes Brian, keep squeezing my ass like that and I’m going to flood yours so deep!” his mouth shut me up, his tongue wrestling with mine as I felt that familiar surge of excitement at his words. Just the IDEA of him shooting inside me again was enough to send me over the edge, but the position he had me in, the way he was kissing me, and the feel of his hard body on my cock brought me there in no time.
I grunted with every thrust of him and I dug my fingers into the working flesh of his meaty ass and began to pant hard. I kept repeating ‘oh my god’ over and over again as he too began to grunt and groan louder and louder with each deep drill into me.
And simultaneously, I felt my body shudder out my orgasm as he too jerked his body into spasms, letting go inside me as my own cum burst forth from my dick in between our already glistening bodies. We moaned out as our bodies jerked violently, hanging on to each other for dear life as we let our voices be heard for so early in the morning. Wade’s grip never loosened, and his cock never once left my ass as he dumped every drop deep into me. I felt my cock soften a bit under him as mine orgasm subsided, but somehow Wade’s cock felt thicker and longer than ever.
He covered my mouth in hungry kisses again, barely letting me catch my breath as he adjusted his body over me, breathing heavily, and trying to keep his much larger body off mine, until he rolled sideways, pulling me close to him, as if he was afraid to let me go.
I could feel and hear his heart pounding in his chest as he lay with me in his arm, his hand resting heavily on ass as we panted uncontrollably. He wiped his forehead with his free hand before he turned back to me, giving me a soft smile and wiping my own brow with his finger and thumb, smoothing out my hair as his eyes looked at me kindly.
“That…” he started to say before he let out a long breath of air, “was so much hotter than last night, and that’s saying something!” He ran his thumb down my face slowly, and I reached up to take his hand in mine. “You are so fucking sexy.” He said quietly, staring at me.
I felt a little self-conscious, as I stared back at this hunk of a man, knowing that he used to be a police officer, and was now out and gay, and stalking ME! “Well mister, you’re not so bad yourself.”
He kept staring at me, snuggling into me close, our bodies sticky and sweaty, but it didn’t seem to matter to either one of us. I found myself snuggling back into his huge body, closing my eyes with a big smile. This felt good. Very good.
I listened to Wade’s breathing slow down as he gently held me, caressing my skin with his fingertips, just holding me.
“I knew it.” He whispered into the top of my head. “I knew we’d be a good fit.”
I felt my body relax into him as his heartbeat lulled me to sleep; Wade’s own breathing drifting off as our naked bodies clung to one another in complete bliss.
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