I Said Yes

There are certain people that’ll inhabit

A small, quiet space inside your heart

Despite any circumstance, happening or situation.

They left a piece of themselves when your souls collided upon impact.

And there, they’ll always subtly remain.

Victoria Erickson

As he touched down on the head of my cock I knew where this was headed. He was pressing down, and it felt like my dick was being compressed. Then it happened…suddenly with ease, he pushed down, I slip through his opening and I pushed up, deep inside him. Michael slid all the way down…and if felt like he was sitting on me…and then back up as he engulfed my cock. He slid back up, then down…then faster…and faster…and I was deep inside again where he held his position for a minute. I don’t know if that was on purpose or he was just teasing or enjoying that particular spot…and then Michael shifted his hips and started to work in a different rhythm and I knew I was hitting the sweet spot…making even me see stars and get goosebumps.

I could tell Michael was stroking his own dick with one hand and using his other to brace himself as he kept moving up and down. I, by this time, knew his body well enough, even blindfolded, when he was getting close. As he bounced faster and faster, his feet were up against my sides and I felt the grip, so to speak, of his feet hold me tight. I could hear his breathing…well…panting and grunting, as he increased his speed…he was incredibly agile and he would go all the way down and then back up to the tip of my cock…never coming completely off…and then he would hold it there, just for a second, before he went back down. I was amazed that he had the control to be able to do that and, yet, I was a little bummed I couldn’t watch the action.

I felt Michael shift his hips again, slowing down his riding action for a second. After his shift I felt him lean forward…never letting my cock come out of him…he leaned and put his hands on mine…and our fingers intertwined. Now he was using me to brace him as he began the up and down motion again and, away he went. Using only his hips, while holding my hands, he rode, up and down, several times in a methodical and teasing sort of way…again…going all the way up just so the tip would remain inside him…and then back down. I wanted to grab ahold of his cock…or be able to touch him but, for that moment, he kept my hands pushed against the bed.

I was getting incredibly close to shooting my own load. The combination of his cowboy riding skills, the intrigue of being blindfolded, and the whole scenario just had me really worked up. The bouncing, on me, made my balls bounce along with him and that had its own erotic feel to it…so hard to describe and put into words…and so different that anything I had experienced.

Michael let go of one of my hands and I felt him lean back a bit. Instinctively, I pulled my legs up so my feet were flat on the bed and he leaned back against my thighs. This gave him the support, with him leaning on me, to take ahold of his own dick and I felt, or could tell, he was jacking himself. Now the pace became “fast and furious” as he moved up and down…almost a hard, rough pace…he would slam down on my hips with a grunt. I could tell it was going to happen…and I felt my own juice start to boil as he used his other hand to squeeze my right nipple…a crazy good kind of pain….

The next thing I knew I heard him, his low and guttural growl escaping…he was on the upswing and he held it there…another moan…this time loud…almost a scream…and I felt the first of several warm shots splattering on my chest and stomach…one hit my shoulder and another my neck…I felt his hot juice run down my sides and down from my chest…pooling between my pecs. As he shot, I felt the spasms from inside him as he had clenched hard against my dick…I felt myself swell up and flex hard. I pushed my hips up, lifting him as he shot the last few shots and then bam…I began to pump as he drew my load out of me…shot after shot up inside of him. I shuddered with each spasm…grabbing him by the hips and moving him up and down as I pushed up to reach every down stroke. We were in a rhythm, bouncing and pushing and slamming into each other….

As spent as he may have been he had the where-with-all to continue to milk cum out of me…he kept up his slow riding motion and, as he went up the last time, his hole just seemed to grab the head of my dick…he stayed there and milked…one more small load…and then a second…holy shit…he was milking me dry.

Then it was over…he pulled off…scooted back so his butt was against my thighs and we were laying, chest to chest, as he nuzzled his head into my neck. Out juice mixed in between us…I felt the cool liquid running down my sides again as his breathing matched mine in rhythm. He looked up at me, for just a second, and I could see deep into his eyes…into his soul for that matter…

“I Love You!!”