It's Saturday and I don't feel like being bothered. My not so little twenty something keeps texting me. He wants to see me again tonight. I haven't decided if I'm in the mood yet. I can't let these tops have what they want when they want it. I give him coy, I'll think about it responses. When I'm in the gym he sends me a pic of his hard dick. My hole twitches.
"All for you, however you want it." He writes. I smirk putting my phone down, not responding. I do a set of squats and find he's texted again. "Come on man, you can't leave me like this. You've ruined me for other men." I smile my devilish grin. Two guys walk into each other behind me, they're staring at my ass so hard. Idiots. There's a mirror wall in front of me dumbasses.
"Okay, you can come over, wear a jock. You'll strip at the front door." I have a plan in mind. He thinks I've ruined him, wait till tonight. "I ain't got no jock." I roll my eyes. "Then I'll put you on a leash and collar." I like that idea. "Dude, I know you're kinky, but that's kind of racist. Come on." I admit it, it is. "Fine you can wear one of my jocks."
He comes over at seven as directed. I'm dressed only in a robe, synched so you can just see my chest and nothing more. He pushes toward me, trying to kiss me, but I stop him with a hand to his chest. "Rules." I dangle the purple jock in my other hand. Before he can protest, I take fist full of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. I'm rough and forceful then move to a gentle tenderness.
He tries to grope me but I push him back against the wall. "Time to change." I toss him the jock. "I need to see how willing you are to go." I turn my back allowing him to strip in some privacy. "I don't want to see your cock till I'm ready." I run my tongue over my lips. He's got a bit of stubble that scratch my lips a bit. I love that feeling.
I hear him take off then fold his clothes. I hear the snap as he slides the jock to his waist. "Ready, baby. He's snuck up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His breath his cool on my skin. I'm trying not to let him get to me. I reach back and feel his hard covered cock. I step away, letting him follow behind me like a puppy dog.
I take him to my living room. I've pushed the coffee table out the way and a pillow sits on the floor in front of the couch. I untie my robe and sit down, my hard hairless six jutting out. "Get to work." I say waiting for it to register. He gives no fight this time. He's on the pillow between my legs eagerly. He's sucking my dick with enthusiasm. "Slow down." I instruct. "This is a walk not a marathon." He does.
He works my cock like the pro I knew he was. He slides his lips up and down my cock, slathering it in his spit. He pulls off a moment and dives into the cleft between my groin and thighs. "Fuck." My hands grip the sofa with the sudden pleasure. He slides his long tongue up and down, before giving me a moment of rest. He looks up at me with a satisfied grin. I slit my eyes at him and push him back down into my crotch. "You're not done."
He attacks the other side and my legs spread for him. "Yeah, baby." I moan, throwing my head back. "Please your bottom. Make me want that dick. Get me hot for you." He's working my balls with his snake darting tongue. He takes one delicate orb then the next. He begins flicking his tongue up and down my cock. Fuck he's good at this. I feel his finger sneak under me trying to get to my hole.
"Not yet, baby." I admonish playfully. "You don't get desert till you're done with your dinner." His hand moves away reluctantly. I know he wants his cake. He returns to his cock worship, sliding my dick in and out his mouth, cupping my balls. My crotch is drenched in saliva. He's worked hard to bring that load out of me. I don't have the heart to tell him that no matter how good he is, only his dick in me will get me off.
I pull his spittle covered face up from my crotch. I lean in and kiss him, the musky scent of my crotch fills my mouth. I like the way I taste on him. "Hhmm." He moans into my mouth. He rises up, and those damn muscled arms are on me. I let him enjoy his little treat of touching me. "Fuck, baby." He gasps. "You going to let me hit that?"
I push him back on his knees. I give him a stern glare. "You don't hit nothing." I explain, my voice full of authority. "I let you have some or I don't. My ass is something you will respect and worship if you want to slide in it." He gives me a grin. I know it should piss me off but it doesn't. I shrug out of my robe and turn around, baring my ass for him. "Come on, boy. Desert time. Have some cake."
"That ass is amazing." He has a low rumble in his voice. His hands roam over my muscled bubble with appreciation. "You do an ass load of squats don't you?" He gives my left cheek a light kiss then the right. "Oh, man, my dick is brick just thinking about your wonderful ass and body." He swipes his tongue over my hole. "Passion fruit." I can hear the smirk as he tastes the edible oil I use. "I love your passion fruit."
With that he's digging his way into me. He's tongue fucking me and lapping at my sides. His tongue is everywhere and nowhere. I'm loving the feel of his scruff against my sensitive sides as he buries deep in me. "Fuck, yeah, baby." I let out as he flicks his tongue rapid fire. "Eat that ass." He doesn't need to be told, he knows what he's doing. He's getting my ass sloppy wet, I can feel his drool and ass juice dripping down my ball sack. Up and down, in and out round and round. He leaves no spot of my hole untouched.
He's hands are palming my ass, squeezing, feeling the firm roundness. "Fuck, baby." He moans into my ass. "These peaches are just so ripe and sweet." He dives back in slowly circling his tongue before darting in and out. I let out a gasp, almost a whimper. I regain control of myself and relax into his mouth. "Damn, that's some good ass." He pulls back, running a finger between my cheeks.
He strokes my soaked ass lips then pushes lightly. I reach back quickly before he can break the seal. "Tongue only." I growl.