I thought I had wrapped this one, there was an ending with the two characters getting married. Then a new idea for them came to my mind. It goes in with what I had done before, and seems fitting to revisit.
I was making Anthony drive home. “Make” is a bit harsh. I suggested it and he did it. Anthony was always so willing to do whatever I suggested. It was like he was a hypnotically controlled submissive. I swear he never baulked. He had been hypnotically controlled, but now obeyed me willingly. I had my hand in his crotch, playing and making him squirm. He had the concentration from being a Marine and that was fun to tease. I wanted to get fucked when we got home, so I was going to be sure he was ready.
My phone beeped, I looked at it and sat forward a bit. My old friend Jim had texted that he and a couple other old friends would be driving through town. I’d not seen them in a while, so a visit would be fantastic. I saw Anthony look questioningly over at me. “A couple old buds will be passing through. Want to stop by and visit.”
“That would be great, we didn’t get to hang out with your old friends at the wedding and really get to know them.”
“These are the guys I shared an apartment with in college. They were from the same city, and we got into a lot of shit. Some of us even fucked around a bit.” I looked at him and he smiled some. “Comfy couch. Needed it when Drake was fucking someone in our room. We had a rule that the first one back got the room if they were fucking. Sometimes I got fucked in the other room when Drake beat me to it but I had someone before Jim or Zeke.”
“College days. Great time of life.” He paused. “But not as good as I have it now.”
“My Marine.” I grabbed his dick again, giving it a light squeeze.
“Damn right I am.” We made it home. Together we bought a house. Gave us a bit more privacy and space. Once in the door I dropped my pants while Anthony stripped. I still wanted him naked at home, and he happily obeyed. I was bent over a chair when by the time he was finished and he went right down to lick my hole. His tongue felt so good. The wetness made me shiver while he circles the iris of my ass.
He tightened his tongue and fucked in and out, going into me. Feeling his tongue withdraw reminded me something bigger would be there soon. He was opening me up, pleasing me before he got to the main event. I felt this beard shadow, the stubble that was so sexy on him, scrap on my delicate skin and it was amazing. The contrast between the sharp stubble and the soft tongue sent me over.
Anthony pulled back and quickly replaced his tongue with his massive cock. He slowly entered me, inch by inch. It felt so good being filled, filled the perfect way. I clenched my fists. It felt so good. A moan escaped my lips as I heard Anthony sigh above me. He continued his slow entry. It was tantalizing, even if I knew this sensation. The familiarity and the novelty was the excitement. He made it all the way in. His pubes up against my ass, his hips in contact with my cheeks. “Stay there.” I breathed out.
He did, leaving his dick in me, holding it there. I felt full and attached to him. He leaned over so I could feel the hair on his chest and abs. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt his warmth. Because I wanted it, he stayed hard in me. I clenched my ass to help him, not that I was sure he needed it. I humped a bit, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”
Anthony did exactly as I wanted. He pulled back and shoved in rough. I jerked forward at the power of his thrust. He pumped into me and I enjoyed every moment. Anthony fucked me like it was the last thing he would ever do. I sort of wanted to flip over, but I didn’t want to stop this, I was getting fucked good. The friction of his cock was amazing, going in and out of my hole. Not just the physical pleasure, the knowledge that he did everything to please me, worked so hard so I felt good. To have a top totally dedicated to my pleasure, that was it. I wanted rough, so he gave rough. It was fantastic for me, his muscles straining to get me to cum. And I was about to, he was hitting my prostate, really getting me going. I didn’t need my hand to get me to cum when Anthony fucked me, which he did so well. As I started to shoot I ordered Anthony to as well.
Anthony held me. It felt so good with his arms around me, his lips kissing the back of my neck. His body warmth went through me. I loved feeling his body, his attention. Pulling back, Anthony gently turned me around and kissed my lips, his tenderness melted my heart. Then he helped me dress. Anthony stayed naked since I liked seeing his bare body. We had some things to do and we got on it. After a bit, I started on making us dinner.
When I had the food ready, I went to find Anthony playing a video game, sitting on the floor, still naked. His magnificent cock laid over one hip. “Dinner’s ready, you can finish up this run or this sweep or whatever it is.”
“Just a sec.” Anthony hit some buttons. I smiled and let him play. I wanted Anthony to have his own things, so he did not lose all this identity in serving me. It was tempting, a hot man with nothing to do but pay attention to me. But I knew that would make him one dimensional. I liked that he had his own interests, things I didn’t care for, things I would watch.
I was putting things back when I heard the TV go silent and a moment later Anthony was coming in to eat. Our evening progressed as so many had, the comfortable familiarity of partners. And his beautiful body.
It came time for us to go to bed, Anthony delivered a great blow job for me, making me satisfied with that being what made it good for him. Sometimes, I knew he wanted to get me off and not get off himself. To show he was dedicated, it made him feel so good in his own way.
After I shot, Anthony swallowed and came up to hold me. “I have an idea for when your friends are here.” He said, rubbing his face against mine, his stubble scraping.
“Yeah, I know they’ll love you. I’ve not hung out with them in forever, so this will be great.”
“I had a great idea, something I want to do for you.”
“What ya got?” I gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“I want them to be blown away by how well you are doing. How you have a husband who is devoted to you.” He gave me a full kiss on the lips. “Completely devoted. Remember the Tarzan loincloth? I’ll wear it, only that. I’ll bring you all drinks, do whatever you like.” I must have shown some puzzlement on my face. “Think how hot it will be. I’ll be almost naked, you can feel me up. I’ll rub your feet. You could wank me off maybe. They would see how much your husband does for you. They should be jealous. So fucking jealous.”
Anthony was volunteering to humiliate himself so I could look good in front of my friends. His ‘Tarzan’ loincloth was a couple flaps. His cock and balls could be easily seen. He had got it to turn me on. Now he would wear that for my old friends and they would see what was fucking me. Anthony was hot, well-muscled, trim, and had great chest hair. So not only would I have this hunk of a man serving me, and Anthony was the top. Bottoms like me are usually the ones bringing in the snacks for the tops. Anthony was going to do all this for me.
“I want to do this for you. Please let me.” Anthony looked into my eyes. “I’ll make them so jealous. I’ll work out harder for you. I’ll cut before. I want to make you look good. They won’t believe their eyes.” He wanted to do this, I could tell with that look he gave me. This is one of the things he had decided he wanted to do for me.
“I think it’s a great idea, and you’re right, their minds will be blown.” Anthony squeezed me and kissed me. His hand reached and found my cock, stroking it to bring it to make it stiffer. He didn’t stop there, but kissed down my neck and chest. I knew he was going to suck me, and I was right.
Anthony’s lips found the tip of my cock, gently parting to be engulfed and sliding over his tongue. He curled his tongue to give me more contact as he slowly took more and more into his mouth. It was almost tantalizingly slow. He made it down to the root, holding his mouth there, holding his breath while he using his tongue and throat on me. His keeping in place, my dick down him felt great. Anthony started to gag a bit. Not that he couldn’t take my cock, but that he was not letting it out of his throat, and his body was reacting. It was pure willpower that kept him in place.
His body jerked back because it was beyond even his steely control. His body was actually fighting him, as he forced himself to stay rooted on my cock, it was his desire to make me feel good alone, a great deep-seated desire that made him choke himself. Watching his body convulse as I felt my dick surrounded by his pulsating throat. His face was turning red. Ignoring his need to breathe, ignoring his body trying to force himself off my prick.
Anthony coughed, I could see him strain to keep on my dick, his body still rebelling against his mind. I was starting to worry about him, that he was suffocating himself on my cock. I moved my hand down and brushed his cheek up, Anthony pushed further into my groin. I brought my other hand to his head and pulled him off. He came off gasping for air. I pulled him up to me as he took big gulps.
I held him, seeing tears of effort in his eyes. I wiped them away and held him. My strong, Marine husband hurt himself to make me feel good. He wrapped his arms around me, as I did mine to him. I kissed his face gently. This was a lot for him. Anthony’s desire to give me pleasure had almost gone too far. I was partially at fault, I should have stopped him earlier, and that was on me. I had to look out for him, he tried so hard and forgot good sense at times. We fell asleep holding each other.
Over the next few days, Anthony showered me with ideas on how he could serve me in front of my friends. I had something else on my mind. How far would I let things go when my friends were here? Anthony had already offered up to let them feel him up as much as I wanted. I had no problem with that, but should I let him suck any of them? Anthony would if I wanted, I was sure. Or he’d fuck them, or even let them fuck him. Anthony would do it if I told him to. But did I want that to happen? He was my husband, I loved him. I loved what he did for me. Did I want to share his body? That seemed a step further. Lots of gay marriages were open. Did I want mine to be? It would be all up to me.
Anthony dug out his Tarzan loincloth and modeled it for me. I walked around him and the cut didn’t hide his cock and balls very well at all. Which was the point. Just enough to show to be tantalizing, sexy. His strong body, his ample cock and balls would be visible to my friends and they would see I had a catch. In bed that night, I looked at his peaceful face. I recalled all the times he showed such joy in pleasing me, how he gave up so much. But that giving up made him so happy. What would sharing him do? Would he revel in it, or think I was giving him away. And there was that greed in me that wanted to keep him all to myself.
Naturally, Anthony took care of all the arrangements. Beer that they enjoyed, snacks. He had even planned a dinner we could eat in the living room casually. My husband had plans for everything.
The day arrived when my friends appeared. We saw them park through the window and Anthony was already in his loincloth. I hugged him, kissing his cheek.
Voices on the porch preceded a ringing of the doorbell. Anthony smiled at me and turned to open the door. I was a few steps behind, so I could see their faces.
“Oh fuck!” Cried Zeke, getting a look at my husband standing there.
“Damn.” Drake said. Jim stood there with his mouth agape.
“Gentlemen, welcome to our home. We have been looking forward to your visit.” Anthony had a big smile on his face. I had to grin as well. I closed the few steps and ran my hands up his sides, bringing my hands to squeeze his pecs.
“I’m so glad you made it, now you can really get to know my husband while we catch up.” I said to them. “Now, stop gawking and get in here.” they moved, coming in, as we gave each other bro-hugs.
“You sure did get a hot one there.” Jim said to me after we broke apart.
“I did, didn’t I?” I pinched his ass.
Anthony stood to the side and indicated the chairs in the den. “My commander invites you to relax and I will fetch beers.” The sight of Anthony in his loincloth palm out to welcome and direct looked like a statue come to life. And Anthony was enjoying it, I could tell his dick was getting harder. I caught a glint in his eye, Anthony was having fun. We had both caught the looks my friends had been making, they were envious.
All that took just a second as Drake stopped “Your commander?”
“He is my commander, I’m his Marine. He is the one in charge. He commands.” They all looked at him, then me. This was one of the things Anthony had decided, calling me commander so he could be shown submissive to me. I told him he was doing enough, but he loved the idea.
Jim flopped on the couch, looking between us. “The bottom has gotten a stud for himself.”
“My commander has for sure. One moment, and I will return with beer.” Anthony planted a kiss on my cheek and went to the kitchen.
“Shit, he has to fuck you good.” Zeke leaned forward to get a look at Anthony’s retreating ass.
“He does. A lot. All the time. Any time I want, any way I want.” I paused. “As long as I want.” I winked.
“Good on you.” Drake said, shifting some. “You two work together, worked together?”
“Still work together.” I replied.
“How did you get together?” He asked.
There was no way I was going to tell them about a hypnotist setting Anthony up when I stumbled on a trigger word. “So we were working late together one night, and things got hot, so hot we ended up fucking on the floor. Then we went to my place, and fucked all night. And the next day, and the day after that. My ass was sore, but that didn’t stop me from taking it.”
“You have to have a tough ass now.” Jim laughed.
“I do, I have him fuck me all the time. Can’t get enough of his dick.” As I said this, Anthony came in carrying a tray of beers. Hearing that, Anthony couldn’t help but smile big. He presented a beer to each of us, being sure to bend over so his fine ass was on display. It also meant the front flap went forward, giving an astute observer a look at his junk. They said thanks to him, but he was acting as a servant.
I got my beer last, Anthony put the tray down and sat at my feet. We started to catch up as Anthony began to rub my feet. All my friends looked at him in a bit of shock. When Anthony moved to a new foot, he put the one he had been rubbing down between his legs, right up against his cock. I felt the warmth as Anthony’s cock got harder and harder. I was engaged in the conversation when the look Zeke gave Anthony made me realize that Anthony’s cock was hard, Zeke’s expression caused me to glance down and see that not only was he hard, but showing outside of his skimpy loincloth.
I could only see the back of his head, but I knew Anthony had planned it. More than teasing them, his full boner was out for them to see what was giving it to me every night. The others eventually glommed onto the display. Anthony was bigger than any of them. I’d seen all of them hard at some point when we lived together. Having a man with a bigger dick would impress them. Even better, he was rubbing my feet.
I had taken some good-natured ribbing over the years. In part because I was the only full bottom. We’d all even fucked around to some extent or another. I put my hands on Anthonys shoulders and rubbed them gently. Anthony moved his hips in slow fucking motions, causing his cock to bob some. Well, that had to be happening, I couldn’t see. Jim rubbed his crotch. Anthony was turning my friends on big time.
Since his impressive cock had all three of them looking surreptitiously, Anthony moved my foot up and put it in his mouth.
“Oh you have got to be shitting me!” Zeke exclaimed. Anthony sucked on my toes harder.
“I told you he does everything to make me happy.” I leaned back. “You would not believe how hard he works every day. I bet none of you ever had a boyfriend who took such good care of you.”
“I had a boyfriend I swear was a nymphomaniac. He almost wore my dick out.” Drake said. “But if his ass wasn’t in the air getting plowed, he was such a brat. Bitching about everything.”
“That was Ben, right?” Zeke asked.
“Yea, Ben. Only way I could shut him up was to stick my cock in his mouth. I got my rocks off for a week or so then broke up with him.”
“I have a much better deal.” I smiled at him while squeezing Anthony’s shoulders.
My husband looked up at me. “Commander, I think I need to get more beers for your guests.”
I knew exactly what Anthony had in mind, his hard dick was up against my leg. He was going to show off again. He wanted this according to the mischievous glint in his eye.
“Yes Marine, they do.” I answered. I almost couldn’t believe I had agreed to this.
“Gentlemen, I’ll get you new beers.” Anthony stood up, to their amazement. His dick was fully hard, lifting up the front flap of his loincloth. I couldn’t see, but there was no mistaking the expressions on the faces. Anthony’s impressive physique and more impressive boner forced all of them to look.
I did see the sight when Anthony turned to get the beers. I was intimately familiar with his cock, but it was great to see it displayed for my friends. It was great to have their jealousy. After watching him and his ass go, they all looked at me. I grinned like a cat.
“You fucker.” Zeke said.
“You ride that?” Jim asked.
“Every night. He works it to make me feel so fucking good.” I replied.
“Did you train him somehow? He is doing a lot more than a boyfriend would do.” Zeke looked at me.
“Nope, he’s a good Marine. His duty is to make me feel good, so he does it. Whatever that takes. I am serious, whatever it takes.”
Anthony returned, serving each a beer before getting down on his hands and knees and working on my feet, kissing and licking them. His ass was up, and moving back and forth, almost hypnotically. It did keep their attention.
Drake leaned forward and ran his hand up Anthony’s thigh. This was it. Anthony didn’t look up, didn’t pause. He was leaving it all to me. His body would be open to them if I allowed it. “Watch it Drake, he’s my husband. A little touching I’m OK with, but he is mine.”
Drake looked at me, squeezed and patted Anthony’s leg. “I get you, I just wanted to feel the muscles he’s got.”
Anthony pressed a few very deep kisses on the tops of my feet. I took it as his relief with my decision. He would never tell me, but something in my head told me this is what Anthony was hoping for. Not to be shared around.
My friends all looked at Anthony with a lust that would never be satisfied. I would have him and they would not. It wasn’t just his magnificent body, it was his how he did all this in front of others. None of them had ever had a partner like Anthony, and wouldn’t. The idea of endless, constant pleasure, always just the way I wanted it. They were happy for me, but jealous as hell.
We continued to talk, Anthony staying on my feet. As our beers got down to dregs, I had one leg draped over Anthony’s back while he worked the other foot. “Marine, we need more beer, and bring in the food you made.”
Anthony kissed my foot and brought his face up. “Yes, Commander.” I brought my leg down and touched his face, smiling. I glanced down and saw he was still hard. I knew he had remarkable stamina, but this was almost unbelievable. He winked at me as he stood up. I gave his cock a nice tug.
Jim just pushed back further in the couch, the other two moved forward a bit to get a better look. “Beer first.” I said.
“Yes, Commander.” Anthony said, heading to the kitchen.
“Anthony made some food so we didn’t have to go out. I figured you’d like the scenery here better. You bunch of horny bastards.” I gave a bit of laugh.
It didn’t take long for Anthony and his hard dick to bring new beers. He served them with the military precision he had. He went right back to get the food.
“Anthony is a pretty good cook. I think you’ll like what my Marine has made for us.” I told them.
“Cooks, too? Anything he doesn’t do?” Zeke asked.
“Windows.” Jim shot back. We all laughed. Anthony brought in a tray of food, putting it on the table before returning to sit at my feet. I would point at things for him to get for me. Anthony did it, and the men with us could see how easy it seemed. It had gotten easier to have Anthony do things for me, since he loved doing it so much.
Anthony wrapped his arm around my legs as he joined us in picking over what he had made. He did get complements. My husband was rubbing my legs. Well, he started at my legs, soon he was up on my thighs, brushing on my crotch. I pulled him up to sit next to me. Anthony used this to move around so his cock and balls were evident. When we had all eaten, he moved to lay his head on my lap. His loincloth fell to the side, so he was out there for everyone to see. And yes, his dick was hard. Although all verse or top, my friends keep looking over. I ran my hand casually over his chest.
I reached further and brushed his hard dick. I saw Drake lift his eyebrows. I played with the head of Anthony’s dick while they watched, feeling a bit of pre-cum. I rubbed my fingertips together lightly, then pulled so it would string some. I put my fingertips on the tip of his cock, where the slit was and pushed them slowly back until I got to the ridge that flared out where I twisted back and forth. Anthony shivered a bit, I knew he liked the move.
I wrapped my hand around Anthony’s shaft and did a couple teasing, slow strokes. My friends were all watching in rapt attention. They kept up the conversation. Anthony was liking this, being displayed, being played with, in front of others. Now they saw not only Anthony’s impressive size in its flaccid state, but at full erection. I knew from our most intimate experience how impressive Anthony’s cock was. Now my old college friends could see as well.
When we lived together we naturally had seen each other naked, and at some point while fucking around with some guy. This was more blatant than what we did back then, but then we had all done something and I knew this was turning them on. They were jealous. Who wouldn’t be with a smoking hot man under hand?
I reached further down to cup his balls. Anthony had large balls, so some of the skin of his sac escaped the gaps between my fingers. I loled them while I ran a pinky along his taint. Then I dug around in his pubes before running up the hair on his abs and chest, over both pecs. I loved his hairy body, so I ran my fingers through that hair. I ran my nails down his shaft. Coming back, I used the pads of my fingers up from his balls to his corona.
I rubbed my thumb on the underside of his cock up to this piss slit. His dick felt so good under my hand, throbbing and warm. I loved how nice and hard he was. Getting to have my hand over it, stroking it. Knowing this muscled Marine was all mine. I looked around at my friends. All had their eyes on what I was doing to Anthony’s boner. I squeezed, going tight. Zeke shifted like he was experiencing phantom pain.
Still holding tight I stroked some. My hand did not move much, but the soft skin did allow some. For Anthony I knew it was a combination of pleasure and pain. I let go and almost tickled him up and down the shaft, extending to his balls. Anthony rolled a little and I knew he felt good.
I scratched his pubes going up a little on his shaft, my thumb holding his dick in place. Then I pinched up the channel that bulged out of the bottom. After that I rubbed the palm of my hand up and down. Drake was telling us some story and I used the opportunity to do half a dozen very fast strokes. Anthony reached up and grabbed my leg. He was so turned on. Using him, using his dick in front of others was hitting all of his gears. He was on display as a hot man willing to do anything for me.
I slowed down for some strokes, going up and down the long shaft, my hand full of his girth. I got to observe my friends’ faces as they watched me. It added so much to edging Anthony. I gave him some breathing room by tracing his abs. Anthony worked hard on his abs so he would stay looking good since I usually kept him naked. His hard ab ridges were slightly softer as he was resting, but I could feel the muscle under them.
It was obvious Anthony worked out and harder than the rest of us. That meant I was feeling up the most fit guy in the room. And he was taking it from me. I returned to his cock and continued to play with it. The other men in the room adjusted their pants some.
The feel of a man’s cock is unlike anything else. Soft on the outside, covering a rigid erection, the buoyant balls, the hair that dusted over. Every square inch, sensitive and responsive. The heat that radiated out. The pure masculinity. Nothing says man like cock. And this man was mine, and wanted the world to know.
Anthony looked up and announced “Everyone needs more beer. I’ll get them Commander.” Before I could stop him, he stood up and went to the kitchen. We all watched him. Because he was fully hard. The loincloth was held up by his impressive cock. It was amazing I have to admit.
A moment later, Anthony returned with the beers giving us all a full on view of his swinging dick. The loincloth had fallen back so his cock was proud in front of all of us. As he delivered the beers, each man got a close up of his raging boner. And they knew it was me. A big cock that I had all to myself, and he had the stamina to walk around and keep up.
I knew I had their envy. Even if they weren’t bottoms like me, who can avoid being jealous of a hot man? I got the last beer and Anthony laid back, his torso over my lap so my hand could stay on his boner. The long strokes I was taking on his long pole felt great in my hand, and the jealousy of my friends felt great in my head.
I was always amazed at how long Anthony could stay hard, and all of this was on full display, as were his attributes. Nothing wrong with his cock, add to that his six-pack abs, good pecs, strong legs, all the parts that make a man a man.
Time went on. It was great to spend time with my friends again. Being able to display my husband was an added bonus. They did need to go on. In saying good-bye they complimented me on my catch. I truthfully told them how happy I was, and how lucky I felt. Anthony was beaming, and I saw him look at me with devotion.
When they pulled away, Anthony pulled me into a hug. “Your friends care for you a great deal Commander.”
I turned to kiss him. “Still calling me Commander?”
“I think I might keep it. I like you being my Commander.” His hand found my crotch and felt me up. I was hardening. “This is what commands me, what I salute.” With that he slid down and began to mouth my crotch through my pants. He used some teeth to be sure I could feel it, just enough to make it good. I groaned.
His nimble fingers undid my pants and his mouth transferred from the cloth to direct on my cock. I was hard and his lips made it up my shaft until he kissed the tip of my cock, then engulfed right down to the root. He was so used to my cock he didn’t gag. Where I might not have his weighty size, but I was something he had to work on. He left me lodged in his throat so he could force a gag. With that, he grabbed my ass, pulling me even tighter to him.
Pulling back, he went back and forth over my entire shaft while his lips undulated. What that did was unbelievable. Anthony never let any opportunity go by. His hands massaged my ass and I felt his cock rubbing on my leg. I was so riled up from showing off in front of my friends feeling him hump my leg almost caused me to shoot.
I pushed Anthony’s head off my cock and pulled back. “Damn, I’m not going to last. You got me so close.”
Anthony grinned up at me. I ran my foot up his cock. “You’re saluting.”
“I always salute my Commander.”
“Then get it fucking me. I need it. I need my husband.”
“Your Marine will do it for his Commander.” Anthony said, rising and kissing me. He lifted me bodily and carried me to the couch, where he put my legs over his shoulders, leaning in to kiss each of my ankles. I felt his dick poking on my ass, it was going to be so good. His hand reached down and lined up. Hand around his cock, one finger teased my hole.
Anthony smiled as he looked down at me. A position he was very familiar with, since I had him fuck me all the time. I liked the look over his face over mine, that he was going to fuck me for my pleasure. He pushed at my pucker with his finger, getting it ready for him. Anthony flexed his hips, bringing his cockhead into contact with me, it and his finger were there for a moment until he began to enter me.
My ass was used to his cock so it slid in and I again felt every inch. It filled me, always filled me. The sensation of his dick pushing my guts around. The connection and the full feeling was erotic and comforting at the same time. Anthony bottomed out in me. I gripped tight, binding us together. I pulled my legs back some, forcing his torso closer to me. Anthony was keeping his hips pressed up against my ass, knowing what I wanted not from my voice, but how my body pulled on him.
I released my legs some. “Fuck me, fuck me good.”
“For my Commander.” Anthony said and began to move his cock in and out. I felt it through the ring of my hole, the friction there. How his withdraw left me feeling empty and his thrust in filled me back up. The friction, the fullness, felt so good. There is nothing like the feel of a hot man fucking you. Anthony always fucked me as I liked it, for as long as I wanted. He had learned to pick up on my reactions. He was giving me long strokes, almost coming out of my ass before reversing back in.
Anthony’s length made the fucking great, his impressive girth made my body feel his invasion. The inches of his cock got up so far, so I really felt it. Deep like to hit my heart. “Faster, fuck me faster.” I wanted to say it and have him respond instantly. Which he did. He kept the long strokes so I was getting full service.
Anthony moved his hips around, so he had different angles of entry. Each one gave me a better feel. New parts of my insides getting contact with his magnificent dick. I heard him grunt, working so hard to fuck me and please me. Some sweat was forming on his brow, his eyes were looking at me in adoration. He penetrated me with his dick while I penetrated his mind. As he fucked me, I felt deeply fucked and he slipped further and further into my service.
A drop of sweat fell on me. Anthony was working so hard to fuck me good. Succeeding at it, and my body molded around his cock. “Faster.” I whispered. Anthony fucked me with renewed determination. His hips pistoned into me, I wanted faster, and he was going to deliver. My ass was used to him, had his cock in me, so my ass was ready. Anthony is strong, muscled and all those muscles were fucking me. Big cock and big muscles were a perfect combination. I was over the moon in pleasure. My legs were pushed closer to me in the power he used to fuck. The backs of my legs felt the stretch.
More sweat formed on Anthony. On his back I felt it with my hands as I gripped him. Back muscles flexing to keep his fucking cadence. He was focused on thrusting into me, all the time waiting in case his Commander had new instructions for him. He would exhaust himself to pleasure me. And pleasure me he did. Big cock going up my chute was amazing and filling. Causing me to feel the stretch. The rearranging of my guts. Anthony was pile-driving into me.
“Slow. Very slow. Tantalizing.” I said seeing Anthony breath in as he processed.
“For my Commander.” Anthony grunted back at me. I felt his body roughly shift gears as he started to obey me and slow down. He went so incredibly slow. Like he was fighting himself for every millimeter. Having to be as still while going into me. I could feel it, the deliberate, steady invasion.
Big cock slowly, ever so slowly going into me. When a man fucks you, you feel his dick. It always has a speed. Now I was feeling that emphasized. My body was able to revel in every sensation. The way it moved my insides around. This time I could feel everything. The strain of being almost motionless while pushing in was showing on Anthony’s face. But he did it for me. I knew his pecker had to be crying out to speed up, to get the feeling of fucking.
Anthony let out a groan. I knew this had to be hard for him. After so long he was all the way in. His balls against my ass. His pubes on my taint. He reached down and kissed me. My arms pulled tighter on him. I was filled by his cock, which made me feel complete. Anthony’s lips tasted good. He began to withdraw his cock, as slowly as it went in.
It felt sad to be emptied, I could not decide if it was better slow, or if that lengthened the torment. Anthony was working to be as deliberate as he was going in. I could barely believe he was so controlled, but my Marine had excellent control. The loss of his dick in me, the slow removal was so close to it being gone forever. I couldn’t take it. “Fuck me, fuck me for real.”
“My Commander.” Anthony said while he moved his hips to fuck me for real. It had to be a relief for him. I swear I felt his cock swell inside of me. It had to be my imagination, as the friction of his fucking was forcing me back and forth as his power was irresistible.
Anthony’s breathing was getting heavier. The resumption of full fucking got him close. Not that he would cum until I let him. I knew he wanted to cum, needed to cum. Not as much as he wanted to please me. His fucking felt great, it always felt great. And he had done so much to humiliate himself and prove his undying devotion to me. I watched his face, his eyes looking at me.
“You are my Marine, and I want you to cum.” I gripped his arms tighter.
“My Commander!” Anthony shouted as he came in my hole. That was all I needed to go over the edge myself. We both twisted in the orgasms. As Anthony pulled out I shifted so I could hold him. He was breathing heavy having fucked me hard. He hugged me back. I kissed his lips quickly, snuggling in a bit.
“My Commander.” Anthony said softly, as we fell asleep.
