Trying to get out my experiences - but they just keep happening! Thanks for all the feedback!
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I went down to my apartment and slid into bed. I was tired but still restless. It was quite a night and I lay there thinking about what we had done. As the memory of him fucking me from behind came into my head and hearing him call me his pussy and fag, my cock reacted and started to get hard. Even after the amazing sex I had just had, I needed to release a bit more 'tension'. I started to play with my cock and it got hard instantly. It didn't take me long before a shot another load all over my hand and stomach. As I lay there, linking my fingers clean, my phone buzzed. I checked it and saw that it was a message from Sam.
It read 'See you soon my little Fag. I look forward to making you mine even more. xxx'.
I responded, "Yes you will. Good night sir."
I sent it and then typed another message;
"Your fag. XXX"
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The next day I woke up with a bit of a sore ass and a lot of a hard cock. Waking up guilt free to the previous night's encounter can do good things for one's moral. I quickly checked my phone and felt almost disappointed that Sam hadn't messaged me overnight but quickly got over it when I realized I had to get my day going and get some work done. I went into work and started my day, with my sore ass a nice reminder of what I had been up to the night before. When I broke for lunch I noticed my phone had a message on it.
"What are you doing tonight? How's your ass? LOL"
My dick started to get hard just at the thought of seeing Sam again. I quickly typed back, "You? Sore but good"
A few minutes later my phone buzzed again, "What time are you available? I have a few things to do this afternoon but free after 3"
I eagerly typed back, "I can be ready around 330ish. That work?"
Sam responded right away, "See you then"
It was almost 1 and I was pretty sure the next two hours would be a waste as I'd be consumed by the thoughts of Sam and his dick. I hurried back to the office and finished up what I needed to get done before leaving just before 3. It was Friday and everybody would leave early. I got home and prepped myself, taking a shower and making sure I was nice and clean. I felt my hole and even though it was a bit tender, I was still able to slip a finger or two in and my cock responded naturally. I came out and got dressed, my cock semi hard the whole time. At just after 3:30, Sam messaged me, "All set"
I didn't even respond and just went up to his place. I knocked on his door and he opened it wearing sweat pants and a loose t-shirt. He smirked at me and slyly said "Hello".
"Hi," I answered back and stepped in. As soon as he closed the door, we grabbed each other and started making out. We started to rip each other's clothes off and went straight to the bedroom moaning and breathing heavily as we stumbled in our embrace, pawing at the others hard cock.
"You're a bit eager, aren't you?" Sam said as we got into his bedroom.
"Yesssss. I could barely focus at work." We had fallen onto his bed, with me under Sam, kissing and biting each other, Sam holding my wrists in his hands. We had taken everything off except our underwear. Sam reached down and tightly squeezed my cock through the underwear and I grabbed his head and pulled him down for another deep kiss.
"I need you to fuck me again."
"I can't wait to fuck you again. I've already got another big load waiting for you. How much time do you have?"
I kissed him again, "I don't..." and again, "have to work..." and again with my hands running through his hair, "till Monday..."
Sam moaned, "Mmmmmmm. Fuck yeah. That might be enough time, but you need it now, don't you?"
"Yessss. Pleasssse." I moaned more and more as we kissed and rubbed our dicks together through our underwear. His skin was so warm and tasted amazing. I pulled his underwear off and let his 8 inches pop free which I immediately grabbed.
"Takes yours off dude. Now." Sam looked me in the eyes again as he said it. I let go of his dick as he propped himself up so I could pull my underwear off which he helped with by using his foot.
We were now fully naked, deeply kissing with our tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouth and our hard cocks rubbing against the other. My hands grabbed his ass and pulled him closer as I wrapped my legs around him.
"Fuck me, I've been thinking about it all day."
"Of course you have. You're a cock slut, right?"
"Yessss. I'm a cock slut. Your cock slut." I knew how this game worked. I loved this game. I'd admit pretty much anything. I loved being told to admit things that were 'taboo'.
Sam grabbed at the condoms that were waiting on the dresser. Before he opened it though he handed me the lube and told me to get myself ready. I squirted some onto my hands and started massaging it into my ass. I squirted more onto my fingers and worked it deeper into my hole, fingering myself.
"Yeah, babe. Work that pussy for me. Get it ready for daddies cock." Sam had ripped the rubber open but stopped to watch me get my hole ready for him.
It was so fucking hot. I felt like a girl, getting ready to take a cock for her man. I was slack jawed and aching for Sam's cock and just moaned as I kept applying more lube.
"Fuuuuuck, you look so hot fingering yourself. Good man."
I started to work the lube as deep into my hole as possible with two fingers and then trying to push a third into myself. I loved the feeling of pleasuring myself for him and played with my hole looking him in the eyes. He leaned down and we kissed and moaned into each other's mouth. He had sheathed his cock in the rubber and I pulled him over on top of me and wrapped my legs around him. We continued to make out while I reached for his cock and lined it up with my hole. I used the lube on my hands on his dick and felt him hit my center. He slowly pushed it in without stopping until his balls rested against my ass. I had taken it all in one stroke. I grunted against the intrusion trying to adjust to his size. It was a beautiful mixture of pain and pleasure.
I started to rock my hips against him and we started to develop a rhythm. My legs were spread wide for him to take me. My arms wrapped around him while also pulling him deeper into me. We continued kissing, rarely breaking our lip lock. We barely talked, just grunting and moaning into each other's mouths. It was like we had done this a thousand times.
I could already feel my orgasm starting to build. He was hitting my prostate and with each bump of his cock, the feeling grew little by little. Whenever he would slow down to adjust his position or rhythm, I would almost feel frustrated as my orgasm would back off. Is this how my girlfriends felt when they were starting to build towards an orgasm and had it taken away?
We both seemed to be getting near to cumming but Sam was in total control and never got too close while also keeping me in a constant state of 'so close'. He grabbed both my wrists and held my arms down and bit and licked my neck which I absolutely love.
