I got a pleasurable little involuntary twitch in my mangina when I saw that the new message in my inbox was from denhorny69, which yes, is a terribly dumb email address, but hey. We weren't conducting official business here, so...
"What's up? I had a great time with you last weekend. The wife is out for couple of hours today and I've been thinking about tapping your hot ass again all week. You got time to play?"
Last weekend denhorny had been the first dude to fuck my ass, and I had been fantasizing about riding his cock again all week myself.
"Yeah, I have some time," I typed back, my hands shaking a bit in anticipation. "When and where?"
"Better be your place," the reply pinged in a few minutes later, "in about an hour."
I had a terrible idea. "Awesome. Here's the address." I typed in my ex wife's address. I was supposed to feed her cat later that day, while she and her new husband were out of town for the weekend.
I cleaned myself up and headed out.
When I got there, I still had about 20 minutes to kill, so I went through L's underwear drawer until I found the lacy black thong I was looking for, took my boxer briefs off and slid it on over my semi-erect cock and up into the crack of my ass. It felt a little scratchy at first, but I quickly got used to it and when I looked at my pert, juicy booty in the mirror, I knew I had a hit on my hands.
I had just slid my jeans back on when there was a knock on the door. Denhorny was about 40, either Latino or Italian, and had a little bit of scruff. Not bad looking, but not modeling for Abercrombie either. I opened the door, looked around to make sure none of L's neighbors saw me let him into the house, and closed the door behind us.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Nada," I answered, trying to keep it casual.
He took a step toward me and hesitated as if he wasn't sure what to do next. I stepped forward also, close enough put my hand on his hip, and slide it up under his T-shirt, pulling myself a little closer.
He was a few inches taller than me, maybe five ten. I tilted my head back slightly and let my mouth drop open a bit. He leaned in until our lips were barely brushing, still a bit awkward. My breath caught as my heart started pounding. He reached his rough right hand up to the back of my neck and leaned further down, pulling my face up to meet his. We kissed full on the mouth, slowly and sensually at first, just tasting and exploring, but gradually becoming more and more lusty as our chemistry took over and our instincts told us what to do.
I still had my hand on the bare skin of his back and with the other I gripped the back of his neck, practically climbing up him to get more of his tongue in my mouth. Holy fuck, this guy could kiss!
He pulled away, then put his mouth on the tender part of my neck just below my ear, the contrast of scratchy beard and soft lips making me a little lightheaded.
While his mouth was on my neck his hands were at the small of my back crushing my body against his. He slid one hand under my shirt, the light touch sending little jolts of pleasure from the sensitive skin there, directly to my now fully hard cock.
He slipped his other hand down the back of my jeans, over the lacy waistband of my thong and felt my bare ass cheek.
"What are you wearing?" he rasped into my ear.
"You'll see in a few," I whispered back, my lips grazing his neck. But I wasn't ready to show him just yet. I took a step back and put my hand on the bulge in denhorny's black nylon sweats, and kissed him on the mouth again as I gripped his erection through the slippery fabric.
Then I put both hands inside the front of his elastic waistband, and pulled it out, over his dick, and down as I dropped to my knees in front of him, releasing his cock at the same time. It sprang free and hung just inches from my face.
It was glorious, this cock: about 7 inches long and uncut. Veiny and thick, with a purple cast and a nice girth, which widened about an inch and a half down from the head. And it was like... substantial. You knew just looking at it it how it would feel heavy and perfect in your hand if you were stroking it while you kissed his nipples. You knew just how it would fill your mouth. It was the kind of member that gave you all sorts of fun ideas, the kind of dick that would turn a guy into a full on raging cockaholic after just one good fucking.
Yes, a nice cock all in all. I put my hands on his hips and leaned forward to slowly lick the underside of it from the heavy balls at its base, up to the head. I looked up into his heavy-lidded eyes as I pulled back the foreskin, wet my full lips and then put the tip in my mouth.
I worked the shaft slowly with my hand and slid my mouth further onto it.
"Mmmmm." He was moaning softly and rocking back and forth a bit, his hands tangled in my hair. "Oh baby, your mouth feels so good. You know, you're the first one I ever hooked up with twice. I just couldn't get enough of this sweet mouth and ass." I bobbed up and down faster and deeper, wanting to get every inch of him inside my eager mouth.
I pulled away and stood up, allowing him to step out of his pants.
"Let's go to the back," I told him, and led him by the hand to the bedroom L and I had once shared.
