It had been a few days since he had his wonderful way with me. I kept dreaming about the experience and the dream always ended before I wanted it too. In the dream, I would cum, he would unzip his pants, and then I would wake up. I would go to the shower and jerk myself off every morning, reliving that night in my head as I did. Then, around mid-day, I would carry out round two on myself, again, thinking of that night. I was in a constant state of arousal on a daily basis. I needed more.
It dawned on me that I had never seen his cock, nor had I ever wanted to until now. He had given me such an amazing experience that I wanted to return the favor. So, I made the proper arrangements once more.
It was still February and still cold as hell. We hadn't hung out since the first time he made me cum, but when I came over about a week later right around midnight, I could read his intentions immediately when I saw him. Not wanting to seem too easy or eager to be his play thing, even though that's exactly what I wanted, I played shy. I made him wait.
We went to the gas station and got some booze, cigarettes and made small talk. Then, we were back at his house drinking. We were almost through the bottle of Sailor Jerry we had bought, and we were both feeling rather tipsy. That's when the smile spread across his face as he asked the all too familiar question of whether or not I would like a massage. Of course I did. I wanted more.
We went to his room once more, and the towel was laid on the floor already, seeing as how he had already known that this was exactly where we were going to be ending up. I laid down on my stomach again, but as he sat next to me, he immediately flipped me over and began rubbing my cock through my sweatpants.
I had already been somewhat hard, but was fully erect and aching for more within seconds. His hands moved too quickly for me to keep up this time. Before I knew it, my pants were down, my cock was lubed, his hand was massaging and carressing up and down my shaft while his other hand began pushing a finger into my ass. Then two. Then three.
I was biting a pillow on this floor once more. It was crazy how he just made me fall apart completely. Within 5 minutes, he had me naked, hard, and bucking my hips with the movements of both of his hands on and in my body. I had never had anything up my ass until he fingered me the last time, and now he was pushing my limits, but to both his and my surprise, I was quite more accomodating than what would be expected.
His three fingers were, at first, a tight squeeze. But soon my muscles relaxed and he was finger fucking my ass and pushing me into a world of ecstasy. His hand on my cock moved slower than ever, but the pressure and massaging technique he used made it's presence definitely noticable to say the least. The sensations he could make me feel with just one hand slowly jerking me off were incredible.
I kept periodically looking at his bedside clock, making sure I didn't let him make me cum sooner than last time. It was hard to do. I wanted this to last for as long as I could. My mind was in a fog though and it was hard to focus on anything other than both his hands, using my body how they pleased. My back was arching of it's own accord, my hips thrusted with his fingers fucking my ass. I had once again lost complete control of the situation.
I kept forcing myself not to cum, and finally decided on how to keep my mind off of what he was doing to me. The solution was simple. He was sitting on his knees by my side, working his magic, so I just reached over and started rubbing his throbbing hard cock through his pants. His breathing changed immediately, becoming more harsh, and quicker. I smiled slyly and bit my lip, looking up at him while I rubbed his shaft through his jeans.
I finally managed to get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and his cock came right out. It was massive. At least 8 inches long and so thick that my hand barely fit around it. I grabbed the ky and soaked his cock with it and began working my own style of magic on him. He started moaning as my hand worked slowly and methodically on him. His movements on me became quicker. His fingers sliding in and out of my ass harder, and his hand jerking my cock just a little quicker.
