It didn't happen often, but now and again, Ash would go down on me, sometimes to completion, but usually wanking the last few strokes. Either way, it was miles from where we started. One evening, as I was about to turn into the car park, he said we could go to his house, as everyone was out. We went straight to his bedroom. The last time I'd been there, posters of The Spice Girls adorned the walls. He held me by the waist and, kissing, he took over, with a passion he had never shown before. My top came off, and he kissed my nips. Sitting on the bed, he unbuckled my jeans and dropped them to my ankles. My cock was out the side of my jock, staring him in the face. He put a hand on my bum and licked along the shaft, swallowing about half. A finger went into my crack, and he found my rosebud, as I'd done to him many times before. Still wet from the shower, his fingers slipped inside, while he bobbed up and down. I didn't want to cum, so hauled him to his feet, and then did the same to him. We kicked off our jeans and fell on the bed, kissing and groping, dicks rubbing together. I shifted down the bed to suck him some more, and then we moved around to sixty-nine. I thought I was finally going to fuck him, but Ash is a strong guy, and had other ideas. Through the passion, he said he wasn't ready for that yet, but wanted to have his way with me. I pulled my knees up and felt his mushroom at my backdoor. I relaxed, and he penetrated. "Take your time, I want to enjoy it". "Fuck me, it's the tightest pussy I've known", he replied, but tried to keep the tempo down. Between strokes, we kissed and he stroked me, but, try as he might, it was just too good, and he filled my bowels. I wanked, and he collapsed onto the sticky mess and cuddled. "Wow!, That was amazing", and he kissed me again.
It was only a few months ago that he first touched me. Now he had fucked his bestie. I drew him close, "Thank you, you've made me so happy, I hope there's much more love making to come".
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In the office, things were going from strength to strength. I received a big pay rise, (probably more due to my extracurricular activities than my performance). George had a thing about his neck being kissed. He liked me to nuzzle into him while he masturbated me. David liked to be fucked hard over his desk, usually at lunchtime, or after work. The harder I slapped his arse, the more excited he became. About every six weeks, I went to London. Gordy was the perfect host, taking me to fancy restaurants and buying me expensive gifts. Sexually, I never knew what I was going to get, intimate lover, dominating boss, to complete slut. I wore expensive American underwear for him, instead of commando. It seemed to turn him on when I did the reveal. One evening, we'd eaten sushi and drank sake. We snogged in the taxi on the way home. Indoors, he was like an animal, holding me tight and kissing with passion. Clothes were tossed aside, and we fell onto the lounge carpet. Pinning me down, he sat on me, riding me wildly. I rolled over, still inside him. "fuck me hard", he commanded. His fist was a blur as he jerked like mad. I emptied my seed as he shot high into the air. "Fucking hell, I needed that, I haven't touched myself all week". He stroked my face and kissed me tenderly, running his fingers through my hair. We went to bed and he fell asleep, purring like a cat. I was first up, showered, and had coffee on the go. He came up behind me, nibbling my ear. "Morning, beautiful", he cooed. Over breakfast, he asked me about boyfriends. I told him all about Ash, my childhood sweetheart, and showed him pictures on my phone. "Much as I think the world of you, Ash is my forever love". He told me that I was welcome to bring him here, and that he wouldn't interfere. We went back to bed, where we cuddled, and I gave myself to him. He worshipped my body, kissing and licking me from head to toe. Turning me over, I spread my legs a little. He kissed up my inner thighs and onto my rosebud. With my head resting on my arms, he ate ass and massaged my back. He moved up and I felt his cockhead open me up. He fucked me with a tenderness of a mother with her baby. I turned over and he remounted me, gently rocking back and forth. He smeared my juices over his mouth and kissed me again, then pulled out and sucked me. Re-entering, he used long strokes. Building up the pace and tossing me at the same time. I felt my orgasm approaching and let the climax sweep over me. He sped up and I felt his cock pulse its semen into me. We cuddled all morning.
In the afternoon, we went to Camden Market and ate Malay street food, then washed it down with cider in a pub. That evening, we sat on the sofa, naked, idly watching TV. I stroked his chest, running my fingers through his mat and down over his abs. He parted his legs, giving me access to his sack. We kissed gently as I cradled his balls and stroked his shaft. He turned around and sat on me, impaling himself on my pole. Kissing more passionately as he rode me, I began thrusting up to meet him, cumming deep inside. He climbed off and licked me clean, squeezing the last drops from me. Then I got down on all fours, so he could take me from behind. As he came, he slumped over my back.
I wanted to see Ash before work, so left London Sunday morning and went straight to his house. We kissed on the doorstep, then he said he had some news for me. In the living room, in front of his parents, he told me that he loved me. I was gobsmacked. His Mum beamed. He took me to his bedroom. On the wall was a framed picture of us in our rugby kit from school days. I had a feeling he had been planning this. He held me by the waist and kissed me, worming his tongue into my mouth. I put my hand behind his head and drew him in. Clothes came off until we were stood there naked, rubbing against one another. He lay me on the bed and took control. I was happy to give myself to him. He kissed my nipples, toying with them, making them stand out, and then down my body. Ignoring my straining cock, he kissed my inner thighs. I parted my legs, giving access to my scrotum. He swilred each testicle in his mouth, before lifting my legs and working his way up to my rosebud, rimming and tongue fucking me. I thought he would fuck me, but he lowered my legs and went down on my penis, covering it in saliva, paying special attention to the crown. He reached over for a bottle of shower gel and smeared some on his hole. Straddling me, he held the base of my cock, and grimaced as he pushed past his ring. With tears and determination, he forced his way down until I was completely inside him. He paused, getting used to the invasion of his inner sanctum, then leaned over to kiss me. He relaxed a little and started rocking gently, allowing a couple of inches to slide in and out. Slowly, his erection returned, and I tossed him. Becoming more confident, he rode me, upping the tempo. He began riding me hard, taking over the wanking. Huge jets of cum landed on my face and chest. His tightening sphincter sent me over the top, and I flooded his bowels. "Fuck me, I've waited so long for that, but was nervous about your big dick". We lay in silence. As the room dimmed, I kissed him on the cheek and said, "I've always loved you, and always will", and we drifted off. I was woken in the morning by him sucking me back to life, but I needed a piss, so I chucked some boxers on and went to freshen up. Coming back, a smiling Ash was stroking his cock. I took over, replacing his hand with my mouth. "Fuck me again", he pleaded, and pulled his knees up. I used the shower gel to lube us, then propped myself up and eased in. He was much more receptive, as I fucked with long, slow strokes. He wanked, lost in the moment. Sometimes, I stopped to kiss him again. He urged me on, so I increased the intensity. His hand became a blur and big globs of cum made puddles on his belly. "Give me your babies", he urged, and with a final couple of lunges, I held still and pulsed my semen into him. I fell onto him, his cum gluing us together.
A couple of weeks later, I took him to London. Gordy met us at Kings Cross and was the perfect host, dining in a Michelin restaurant. He bought us matching white, fluffy dressing gowns. In the evening, we drank fine wine. We went to bed and made love in sumptuous surroundings.
A few months later, we married, with Gordy as my best man, and moved into an apartment together.
The end
