The Get-A-Way Weekend

I was staring down at Rob underneath me. My hands were holding his hard pecs, leaning on his body as I rode his cock. Rob’s big hands were on my sides, holding me as I rocked back and forth, his thick shaft moving in and out of me, his big legs bent up behind me as his feet were securely placed on the bed in order to pump up into me.  

Our eyes were on each other’s as I stared down at him. I was ready to take his second load, almost immediately after he dumped his first one into me. I felt his hands sliding down my sides to behind my back, grabbing my ass and spreading it open wider as he fucked upwards harder, watching me to see if this made me groan. When it did, Rob smiled through his beard.  

“Fuck baby you look good riding my cock.” He moaned in a low voice. 

I sat back, letting my hands drift off his pecs and slip down his stomach. I leaned back far enough to feel his thighs behind me as he continued to drill my ass, wanting to unleash more cum into my used ass. I reached behind me and touched his legs, feeling his calves under my fingertips and squeezing his legs tight as I bounced on his cock. My own cock was smacking against his hairy stomach as I let him fuck me silly. 

He wanted me to be with him. He was leaving his wife next summer after he retired. He wanted to be with me. And I wanted to be with him. It was about time. 

I grabbed my cock and kept my eyes locked on him. “Want me to cum again?” I groaned and started jerking as his cock continued to pummel my ass feverishly. 

“You know I do.” He nodded, driving it into me harder, a slight concentration frown appearing on his face as his dark eyebrows lowered. He licked his lips and took a breath in as he regripped my waist to hold me in place. The sounds of my ass slapping against his body echoed in this spare bedroom in the basement.  

I leaned forward, letting my left hand land in the middle of his two giant pectoral muscles as I beat myself furiously with my right. My mouth drooped open and I could feel my eyes glazing over. “Holy fuck Rob. I’m going to shoot.” I moaned breathlessly, my eyes widening as I stared at him. 

And then I started, faster than I expected, letting the first shot of my second load of this evening burst out of me, landing on his beard to both of our surprise. More spewed out of me as he fucked me, landing in the hair on his chest until I released my cock from my fist and grabbed his pecs again to steady myself as he increased his pounding and drilled my ass fast and hard. 

His grip tightened around my waist and he arched below me. With one hard slam upwards, he let out a growl and practically shoved me down on his cock as he pushed upwards, making me gasp loudly in shock as he punched my guts with another load. He jerked his body a couple more times, letting out a series of moans as he spilled more of his cum into me.  

I let my knees rest beside him, and leaned down over him to kiss him. His eyes blinked repetitively as if he was trying to see straight, and his mouth opened up for me, inviting me in. “Fuckin’ God Almighty.” He mumbled as he let out a big breath just before my mouth covered his. He groaned again as we kissed, his big hands moving up my back making me shiver.  

I slapped his meaty pecs and leaned back up to sit up straight over him. Rob’s hands moved over my body and slid down my arms to find my hands, where he grabbed hold of them and laced his fingers with mine. I felt his cock twitch involuntarily, and it made me inhale quickly. “Don’t even think about it.” I giggled. 

“What?” Rob gave a wry smile and winked at me. “I could keep going you know.” He giggled. 

I laughed and leaned over to roll off of him, lifting one leg carefully over him and quickly moving off the bed, careful not to spill a drop of him out of me. He gave a feigned whimper as I heard his still stiff cock flop against his stomach. “I know!” I said, remembering the multiple loads he had filled me with not that long ago when I stayed over the last time. “But Sue could be home any minute.” 

“Ah!” Rob said, sitting up and looking at his cock, lifting it up with two fingers and pulling on it a bit. It didn’t look like it was going to go down anytime soon. “I sleep down here half the time anyway.” 

I remembered Rob telling me that they didn’t even share a bedroom anymore. Sue had taken over their daughter’s room and left Rob with the master since he worked such odd shifts. This room must be his downstairs spot. 

I disappeared out of the room, the sounds of the TV still blaring and went to the bathroom a few doors down just to make sure there wasn’t a trail of Rob running down my leg. When I came back into the TV room, Rob was standing there flicking channels in his boxers.  

I loved the fact that Rob wore boxers. These ones were grey and white checked ones, the legs stretched out over his enormous solid thighs and the slit in the middle slightly open as he stood there. He had lost weight in his gut, and he looked positively manly standing there, big barrel chest, huge biceps with hairy forearms, and his legs and feet were just wide, thick pieces of man.  

He turned to me as soon as I walked into the room, naked and sporting a thick semi-hard cock still. I was smiling at him as he watched me walk back to the room to grab my clothes. I was suddenly more interesting to look at than the TV. 

I heard the channel flip to something else as I stepped into my underwear, and then grabbed my jeans and was stepping into those when Rob came in. He leaned over and straightened the sheets and then I helped him flip over the duvet to make the bed. We got ourselves dressed again quickly, but Rob waited by the doorframe when he was ready, standing barefoot in his jeans and shirt with a happy look on his face. 

“I put on a movie.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s have another drink and then you can sleep over.” He gave me a quick wink as I moved towards him. 

I stepped up to his big body blocking the doorway and reached around to put my hands in his back pockets. I looked up at his bearded smile and saw the little twinkle in his eye. “You just want to fuck me again don’t you.” 

“Damn straight.” He giggled, kissing my forehead. “You can sleep in here tonight, and then I’ll sneak in and join you.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets and pulled me into him, squeezing me tight against him. “So call your wife and tell her you’re staying over and I’ll get you another cider.” He squeezed my ass and stepped backwards into the room. 

“James Bond?” I said, seeing Daniel Craig on the big TV. 

Rob moved behind the bar. “Yeah, it’s the newest one. Quantum of Solace.” 

I grabbed the portable phone on the table, eyeing the TV. “I fucking love Daniel Craig.” I said out loud. 

“I know, right?!” Rob smiled behind the bar as he poured our next round of drinks. “Something very sexy about him. But then again, he’s got nothing compared to you.” 

I rolled my eyes and dialed my home number. Allie was in an exceptionally giddy mood, telling me that they were enjoying themselves too and that Sue wasn’t going to be much longer. Our daughter and her sleepover friend had gone to bed and the two adult women were just sitting gabbing. I could see Rob’s eyes lighting up as he heard my side of the conversation and when he started mouthing “how much time” and started gyrating his hips, I had to stop myself from laughing. The only thing I was responsible for was making sure I picked up my son from his overnighter tomorrow by noon. 

Rob held out his arms as he rounded the bar and brought our drinks over and raised his glass. “Sleep over again!” He said taking a drink. 

I held up a finger. “Sue won’t be long. But Allie told me to relax and drink and have fun. And to remember to pick up Josh tomorrow.” 

“Well we’ve got that covered.” Rob moved to me and pulled me into him again. He seemed to like standing with me, holding me tight against him as if I perfectly fit into his body. And to be honest, I felt like I did fit. 

We stood there for a moment, my face tucked in between the mounds of muscle that was his chest, just holding onto each other. I could hear his heart beating, could hear him breathing in and out quietly, and heard him swallowing as he squeezed me gently.  

“This feels nice.” I said quietly into his shirt. 

“It does.” His deep voice said above me. “You feel nice.” 

I tucked my hands into his back pockets again, feeling the roundness of his hard ass and looked up at him. “I’m ready to watch Daniel Craig now.” I giggled, making him laugh out loud. 

“Should I be worried?” he said, releasing me and stepping back to grab his beer. 

I grabbed my own drink and flopped down on the couch. “Please. You’re way beefier than Mr. Craig. And I do love a meaty man.” I said, watching him sit directly next to me, stretching out his legs and resting his feet on top of the coffee table in front of us. I looked down at those big manly feet, crossed at the ankle and snuggled up closer to him. Rob raised his arm and let it rest on the back of the couch again so I could sit right up into him. I matched his legs and put my own feet up on the table right next to his and crossed my ankles.  

Rob looked down at me and wiggled his feet closer to mine so that my feet were touching his legs. And we sat like this for the next hour and a half, not moving, watching the movie, drinking casually, and laughing and talking about nothing in particular. It was easy, comfortable, relaxed. Rob’s arm ended up draped over me again, and my hand ended up resting between his thighs, feeling the power of his quads sandwiching my hand in his jeans. 

I kept staring at his feet under my view to the TV, practically drooling over how perfect they looked. Wide. Smooth. Arched nicely. His toes were in a complete curve from his big toe to the smallest one, each toe slightly smaller than the one before. His nails were cut neatly, and his toes were thick and straight. I could see the veins running along the top, and the joints and bones outlined naturally. I just loved a barefoot man. Especially a big muscled guy, who wore a police uniform so well. 

The movie was almost over, and as much as I love Daniel Craig as James Bond, my mind was distracted as I sat beside my own man who could use a gun. I was sitting directly next to him, Rob’s legs now opened on the table in front of us and my one leg draped over his, my hand resting on his inner thigh, his arm behind my back holding me.  

He looked down at me suddenly, and I immediately met his eyes. He gave me a smile, and brought his hand up to my hair and ruffled it a bit. “You know, come July we can do this every night.” 

“I was just thinking the same thing.” I smiled back as he brought his lips to mine and started kissing me softly. From where my hand was resting, I could feel his bulge grow and I giggled, still amazed that at his age his cock was constantly erect for me. 

But then we heard the sounds upstairs as Sue arrived home. Both Rob and I stood up, separating ourselves but then looked around as we WERE after all just sitting there watching TV. Rob grabbed his bulge and squeezed it, mouthing out “Fuck!” as he looked around the room. He grabbed his beer and pointed to the couch for me to sit, and he went to the lazy boy and reclined, turning up the volume on the TV. 

I flopped down on the couch in the middle, as casually as I could trying to will my own dick to go down. Sue moved silently down the stairs and appeared around the corner with a “Hey boys.” 

I gave a wave and Rob a casual “Hello.” I noticed he had a pillow on his crotch. 

She leaned against the wall and smiled at me, asking us how our night was and what we were watching. When I said the new James Bond, Sue laughed. 

“Rob loves Daniel Craig!” She looked around to the TV to see what part we were at as I responded that I did too. “You’re welcome to stay Brian. We’ve got tons of beds here and Allie doesn’t want you driving home.” She raised her eyebrows at Rob who cleared his throat. 

“We were good until he talked to Allie, and then we had a few more!” Rob laughed. “He can sleep in the spare room down here.” Rob said, pointing to the room he just nailed me in. Twice.  

Sue ended up sitting down on the couch and watched the end of the movie with us, grabbing a glass of wine from the bar herself. I noticed that Sue talked more to me than to Rob, and there really wasn’t any sort of connection going on between the two of them. Rob had said that they were more friends than spouses, and it was obvious. She didn’t even kiss him goodnight when she left. 

We listened for sounds as we continued our casual conversation and Rob nonchalantly flipped the channels. It was late, and as the house got quiet, and our conversation paused, he got up from his chair and pounced on me on the couch, pinning me down playfully and kissing me.  

“I thought she’d never leave!” He growled in my neck. His body wrestled me into the cushions as he let his weight crush down on me, making me moan in mock defense. I wrapped my legs around his midsection and clasped at his back and found his lips. And then we were just kissing. Passionately. Quietly. And I didn’t want him to move. 

Rob grunted as he stopped kissing, holding his nose inches from mine and staring into my eyes. “Go get into bed. I’ll be back down as soon as the coast is clear.” He kissed my nose, and then my forehead, and then my lips lightly before he stood up. 

He hiked up his jeans a bit, literally jumping in the air and landing on those big feet of his and grabbed his crotch again, showing it off at me.  

“Look at this!” He grinned, letting his tongue hang out like a heavy metal singer. “Better get ready for it again boy. But you’ll have to be quieter this time!” 

I moved towards the bedroom and turned back to him. “Look who’s talking.”  

“I’ll try my best.” Rob gathered up the glasses and the cans and stopped to give me a quick kiss. “Be naked.” 

“I will.” I said, watching him head to the stairs.  

I listened to him rinsing things out in the kitchen above me, the sounds of lights being turned off and doors locked. I freshened up as best I could in the bathroom with the supplies Sue had put out for me and went back into the spare bedroom and stripped naked, sliding into the sheets.  

I laid there, sprawled out, smelling Rob still from our last session. I was playing with my cock, listening for signals that Rob was on his way down the stairs. I knew he would be making sure Sue was asleep. But then again, I also knew that they slept in separate rooms. I was a little tipsy from the drinks and could feel myself yearning for another round with Rob. As far as lovers went, Rob was certainly the most virile. All this pent-up sexual frustration he’s had for years is certainly playing out nicely for us now.  

My cock was hard, and I was slowly pulling on it under the sheets. I was laying on my back, the door slightly ajar and the room pitch dark. There was only a faint light coming from the basement windows in the main area that I had only a sliver peeking through the crack in the door. I had one arm behind my head and the covers sitting just above my waist as I waited for Rob.  

A smile broke out on my face. This was what I was hoping for again. From Joe, to Allie, to Darren, THIS was what I needed. All the others in between were nothing. I was devastated after Joe. Content with Allie. Hurt by Darren. Now I felt like I was coming full circle with Rob. I was ready. 

The door to my room slowly opened. I hadn’t even heard Rob move through the house. This big muscle bear moved silently. Must have been his cop training. The outline of his large body covered the frame. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see his movements as he pulled off the t-shirt he had on and tossed it aside, and then slid down what looked like cotton pj bottoms and stepped his feet out of them as I lay there, watching him, still stroking my cock under the sheets slowly.  

“You ready for me?” He whispered, pulling at his own raging hard on. 

I pushed the covers down for him. “Come and find out.” I whispered back. 

The bed shifted as his over 220 pound body moved onto the bed and slid under the covers. His leg found mine right away and I felt bolts of electricity shoot through me at just this contact. I rolled onto my side right away as his naked body moved into mine under the covers. The feel of his hairy body touching mine as our legs entangled and his arms pulled me in was intense. I banged his nose against mine as I found his face in the darkness, making us both giggle until we could find our mouths. And when we kissed, there was a new urgency to it, as Rob moaned lowly, and he felt like he was kissing me for the first time. The sounds of his breath going in was all I could hear. 

I don’t even remember when he entered me. I was so lost in being next to his body, our limbs entwined as we rolled back and forth, the entire time our mouths locked. I kissed him the whole time, only stopping to breath, or to moan as his hands roamed over me, or mine roamed over his. It was so dark that the shape of him took me to new sensations, as I travelled my fingers over the outline of his body, or used only my hands to feel every contour of him. My own body was pressed into him, reacting the same way as if I was discovering new spots that I fit, or that he fit around me. 

His fingers touched every part of me, as if he too was discovering my body in the dark, pausing on areas that elicited a new sound from me, or reacted in jolts from just his touch. He came back to those spots, like the one on my lower back, that when caressed softly causes me to spasm. He chuckled each time his fingers brushed that area and I jerked involuntarily into him in small gasps.  

And then I was on my back, feeling his weight on me, crushing me in pleasure. Feeling how strong and powerful he was turned me on. Being smaller, weighing less, made me crave him on me. And as I closed my eyes as his tongue continued to twirl with mine, I could see him in his police uniform standing outside my work just yesterday. Remembering how difficult it was for him to say what he was feeling. Hearing him say to me he was ready to do this in July. 

And I wanted him just as badly. 

So when I opened my eyes to see him over me, he was already inside me. I gasped quietly, grabbing his back and grunting in surprise as he slowly pushed in me deep, his eyes inches away from mine so that I could see him clearly. “Holy fuck Rob.” I whispered. 

“I’m going to make love to you every night.” I heard him say before his mouth was on mine again and he slowly, ever so slowly, started to pump his hips into me, making me feel every inch of his big thick cock. He suddenly felt wider and longer than ever, as if I wasn’t already used to his 9 fat inches of cut meat. But right now, he was filling me, spreading me open, and I was ready for it. 

I kicked the covers off, exposing my legs and his ass as he fucked me missionary. He had his legs bent, his knees beside me as my body curled around his. He was holding me in his giant arms, my body in a ball under him as he lovingly pushed in and out of me. I could hear low grunts with each thrust, and I wasn’t sure at first if it was me or him. But the angle of his cock in this position made my grunts grow as I clutched onto his back, knowing he was going to fuck the cum out of me again. 

“Oh my God,” I moaned in his ear as his mouth went south to my neck for a moment. “Fuck me.” I heard myself moaning over and over, until his mouth found mine once again. 

“This isn’t fucking anymore.” Rob panted, wiping my forehead with his hand and holding my head. “This is making love. Like I’m trying to impregnate you.” His voice was low, soft, and tender. And each thrust was careful and gentle, his big hands moving over my face as he stared into my eyes in the darkness. 

I started shaking at that moment, when he said he was trying to impregnate me. My mind took over as my insides were churning from his constant pressure deep in me. I squeezed my fingers into his back once again, causing him to grunt in encouragement. 

“Yeah baby, mark me. Scratch me up. I don’t care.” He moaned into my neck as he buried his face into the side of my shoulder to concentrate on drilling me. My mouth hung open in silent moans as I shook my way to the brink of excitement, finally convulsing under him and feeling my cum spray from my dick with each drive of his cock in me. Spurt after spurt after spurt came shooting from my cock as his plunged in and out of me. 

I dragged my fingers down to his ass to feel its power, moving against me, feeling all the muscles in him as he pounded me. His mouth was on my neck still, and I could hear his breathing increase.  

“Cum inside me.” My voice whispered in the darkness. 

“You want it baby?” I heard him say into my body, as he held me in place and kissed my neck. “You want another load?” 

“Yes,” I moaned louder, causing him to clamp his mouth over mine, stifling my moans as his own grunts floated through my mouth and down my spine. I moaned and moaned in his mouth, as he rammed me to completion, shoving himself into me so deep I banged my head on the wall as he unloaded round number three in me. I didn’t mind, and only turned my head sideways to not have a repeat of head banging as he prepared to push into me once more, making sure all of his cum was inserted far into my guts. 

He released my mouth and kissed his way over my shoulders to my pecs, and then pulled his cock out slowly and slid over to the side of me, my arm still under him as he lay his forehead on my bicep. 

“Holy fuck Rob.” Was all I could say, listening in the darkness to his heavy breathing, smelling his scent on me, and feeling his boys swimming inside me as I tried to regain my own resting heart rate. 

One big arm came across my abs and he reached around to hold onto my arm with his big paw. We lay there together, quietly, catching our breaths. And once again, I didn’t want to move. 

“Every night?” I finally asked. 

Rob gave a little laugh and raised himself up on his elbows as if that would help him see me better in the black room. “Every night. At least once.” He leaned over and kissed my chest, and then kept kissing it till he found my nipple and started to lick it. 

My hand moved to his hair and I felt his large skull, holding him to my chest. Then he squirmed over and laid his head down on my chest, and ear to my heart and was still.  

“Do you think we can make it to July?” He said quietly, his hand moving up and down my leg. 

“At this rate? No.” I giggled. “But we will try.” 

And I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or just getting fucked for the third time, or feeling so damn comfortable…but I fell asleep with Rob laying on me.