The game on the TV seemed to be a blowout.
“Fuckin’ pussies,” Brock said, clicking it off and tossing the remote on the sofa. “My girlfriend likes these guys. Ex-girlfriend. Whatever.”
He rolled onto his stomach, his V-shaped back rippling like ropes under supple leather. He spread his tempting mounds of flesh and slid a finger over the sheen of my spit.
“I’m still wet from you,” he said. “Might not be enough, though. Got any lube in here?”
I stood to fetch it from my shaving kit in the bathroom.
“So, you are straight, after all… I always thought so.”
“I wouldn’t say straight, necessarily. Say you’re bi and people think you’re a closeted bitch who can’t make up his mind. I’ve only been in quote-unquote relationships with women, but nobody sucks cock like a gay dude, and sometimes I need a cock up my ass, you know?”
Brock laughed and I came out of the bathroom, lube in hand.
“Oh, I know, all right,” I said, smiling. “And right now I’m here to help you with that problem.”
“That’s the idea,” Brock said.
“On your back,” he said, applying more lube to his entrance and to my cock. “Been a while.”
That’s what he said, but he took dick like a pro, sliding right down to my base and quickly bouncing up and down like a spastic kid on a pogo stick. His pecs jiggled like plates of steel in Jello.
“Yeah, Trey, that’s some good dick!” he shouted, punching my pec lightly and then squeezing them both while he kept riding me. His hands never touched his cock and when I went for it, he brushed my hand away.
I held him by the waist, my thumbs digging into that sweet spot where his obliques and waistline met.
“Grab my ass while I’m fucking your dick with it,” he said, and I squeezed those thick melons like I’d never get enough of them, my fingers sinking into the flesh.
That fucking ass! Amazing to look at, better to hold and to eat – and even better to fuck.
I looked up at his face and was reminded that was as handsome as he was stacked. Dude could’ve starred as the rugged chief detective on a long-running procedural.
That’s when Brock cried out, flexing his powerful, rippling quads to rise and fall rapidly on my cock, which was impossibly hard inside him.
When my tongue was up there earlier, he had moaned like a cheap whore. But the guttural growling emanating from his chest now was something else, animalistic and demanding. He kept twisting and bouncing and angling himself on my pole, grinding down to hit his prostate and stretch himself tight.
“Fuck, Dude… Fuck me, yeah! Yeah, I’m. getting close… don’t touch my dick…”
He was bouncing up and down so hard that it was starting to hurt my hip bones as we held onto each other and he grunted, “Hit my spot, man… Fuck… Here it comes…”
His second orgasm in 30 minutes was huge, shooting wads of the sticky white stuff onto my chest, some even reaching my face. I opened my mouth to get a drop and scooped up the rest to swallow from my fingers.
Everything about this dude was big. His second load was so huge it made me wonder what the first one on my tongue must’ve looked like. He turned and twisted himself on my still-hard dick, staying pressed on it and helping me to bust inside him. I arched my back high, lifting him up and shooting my cum as deep as possible. My dick was so super-charged it might’ve shot through his lungs.
God, this man was a first-class fuck-toy stud. He pressed through his heels on the mattress, towering above me and squeezing the last drops of his cum from his slit onto my face.
“Fuckin’ hot,” he said, giving me a kiss and starting to dress. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you around the conference, yeah?”
I said “Later,” trying to be as casual as possible. But I was so energized by this high-powered encounter that I only wanted more cock, more ass, and more cum this weekend– if not from Brock, then from some other fit fucker at this conference.
I ordered room service and rinsed all the sweat and cum and spit and lube off my body in the hot shower. It was all over me, and all because Brock Langley had clocked me scoping out his ass.
Who knew what was next after this?
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