Grand junction 2
Peter invited me back for another date.
I was flying out of Grand Junction on Saturday, so I checked out of my hotel intending to spend Friday night with Peter. I was very anxious to feel his enhanced cock and make love with him. I wanted a full night of him and was already looking forward to having my ass gaping and sore by the time I boarded the flight home.
Peter had made all the plans ahead of my arrival. We started with dinner at a nice restaurant. Since Thai food is my favorite, I loved the place right away. While looking at the menu, we both ordered a cocktail. I chose my favorite, Thai basil with chicken, and Peter went with a fish dish of shrimp, scallops, and rice. Dinner was very pleasurable. We chatted and flirted back and forth, then finished with an after-dinner cocktail.
On the way back to Peter’s place, he drove while telling me how he was going to use me all up that night and into the morning. Just hearing him talk about it gave me an erection. I wanted to feel his cock, so I reached over and cupped his package. He was soft, of course, but I did not care. I unzipped his pants, loosened his belt, and got his cock out. Holding him in my hand, I bent over and started licking his balls and his soft, spongy shaft. Peter rubbed my head and said, “Wait till we get home, you horn dog.”
Once we were inside the house, Peter told me to get cleaned up and out, promising he would join me in the shower in a few minutes. I was almost finished when he stepped in with me. He wanted to inspect every little spot, though mostly he focused on my bottom. He said he loved it and wanted to devour it, own it, and use it until I begged him to stop.
After the shower, we lay in bed with me on top, kissing deeply. I rubbed against Peter’s still-soft groin while he held my ass cheeks, caressing and spreading them apart, lightly rubbing my hole. Then he flipped us over, slid down my body, and engulfed my cock in his mouth. His lips and tongue felt like velvet and silk. He spread some lubricant between my cheeks and began playing with my hole while he sucked me. The sensation was so intense that I came quickly, filling his mouth with semen. Peter swallowed most of it but saved some to share with me in a passionate kiss.
After I orgasmed, we kept kissing. In whispers, Peter continued fingering my hole, one finger, then two, sometimes three, slowly getting me ready for his pleasure. I whispered that I wanted to watch his cock grow, to lick and suck and make love to his lovely, pleasure-giving cock. He said, “Okay, why don’t you get down there, hold me in your mouth, and I’ll inflate for you.”
I took most of his cock into my mouth, and then it began to grow, longer, fatter, stiffer. I loved every second of it. I made love to his cock and balls while his fingers stayed inside me. I sucked, stroked, kissed, and nibbled for a long time until I felt him go rigid. He moaned, “Oh, Dick, don’t stop,” and then had an orgasm. There was no semen, of course, but the pleasure was immense for him. I could see it in his eyes and feel it in the way he fingered my ass. I knew he wanted to fuck me now. I slid up his chest, reached back, grabbed his cock, held it against my hole, and said, “Peter, fuck me. I need you inside me.”
He pushed up inside me slowly. I loved the way his cock stretched me open and how hard he felt. He went all the way in, and it seemed like he was reaching into my stomach. I could feel his cock flexing inside me. The fucking started gently at first, then built to fast, shallow, and deep thrusts, pounding hard. My sperm was rising, even though my cock was only semi-hard, and an intense orgasm was building. Peter could tell from my breathing that I was close. He whispered, “Not yet, Dick,” and slowed to a steady rhythm, not deep, but constantly banging and rubbing my prostate. The orgasm kept building, unstoppable, growing more intense with every stroke. Finally, with an “Oh fuck,” my body went rigid and I pumped stream after stream of cum onto his stomach, chest, and chin. As I collapsed, I felt the heat and slickness between us.
Peter rolled us onto our sides so he was spooning me, his cock never leaving my ass. He rubbed the cum into my skin, front and back, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. Then he rolled us again so he was on top and started pounding me hard. His breaths came fast and ragged. He moaned, “Dick, Dick, here it comes,” slammed into me a few more times, let go with a loud “Fuck,” and collapsed on my back, sweaty, breathing hard, kissing my ears and neck, still buried deep inside me.
After a moment, Peter pulled out, rolled onto his side, and pulled me into his groin. Hugging me close, he told me it was the best, most intense orgasm he had had since the surgery and implant. He said he loved my ass and how tight I was. We lay there for a while before he suggested we shower, grab a beer or water, and, if I was up for it, fuck some more, since it was only midnight.
We relaxed with beers, chatting about whatever came to mind. I could feel the mood shifting again with more touching and rubbing. Peter stroked my balls lightly, letting his finger slide down to my hole. I knew he was ready for round two. When I checked the clock, it was 1:00 a.m. I reached down and found his cock already hard. He was ready, and so was I.
Peter wanted me on top, sucking his cock while he had my ass in his face so he could devour it, licking and tongue-fucking me until I was moaning and begging for him. By then I was all lubed up and loose from the foreplay. He rolled me over, spooned me again, and slipped his hard cock back inside. Having him inside me felt completely natural, the heat of his cock, the way it filled me up. We just lay there with him deep inside, no rush, him flexing gently. With one hand he lightly pinched my nipples; with the other he stroked my firm cock. His movements started slow and gentle, lazy strokes in and out, pulling all the way out before pushing back through and into me, over and over.
After about fifteen minutes, Peter whispered, “I’m not stopping until you cum, Dick. I’m going to fuck the cum out of you. I want to see you empty, no more semen in you.” He was slow and methodical, no pounding, no slamming, just a steady in-and-out rhythm, rubbing across my prostate for fifteen minutes or maybe longer. I slipped into subspace. Peter just kept going. When he noticed precum leaking from my rapidly stiffening cock, he picked up the pace. My cock got harder, I started to moan, and my muscles tightened. All of a sudden, like a freight train rushing up my spine, I orgasmed. Cum sprayed out of me. Peter was shaking and saying words I could not understand, like speaking in tongues.
My next thought came when my eyes opened. It was 5 a.m., and the sun was beginning to rise. Peter was beside me, his arm draped over my chest. Dried cum covered both of us, crusted in my hair, stiff on the bed. The night came flooding back: an epic stretch of laughter, love, sucking, and fucking, probably never to be repeated. Peter and I had breakfast together at the airport. On the plane, I texted him: “Best lover ever. See you next month.”
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