"So we're creeping in houses in the middle of the night now," I said to Tim as I rolled over in bed.
I woke at 2 a.m. to pee, and there he was, undressing in the corner of my darkened bedroom, with the street light reflection through the blinds. I turned and before I opened my eyes I heard some sort of shuffling, then opened my eyes to see a tall silhouette. For a brief moment I silently panicked and thought to reach for my Mossberg under the bed, but then he turned his body to better catch the light, and I saw those chiseled abs, and that cock drooping when I immediately stood down.
"You could've been a memory," I joked.
"I'm always a memory," he said as he walked his naked body over to climb in bed with me. "You couldn't hurt a fly anyway, Benjamin."
We both giggled as he got under the covers to join me.
"Kiss me you crazy bastard," he said, and I would, despite the need for me to relieve myself.
At this point we'd been seeing each other for months, and I forgot I gave him a key, and alarm code. I stopped him briefly to climb out of bed to piss.
"Can I watch," he asked.
I shook loose of the beer I drank earlier, then got back in bed to get under him as we remained naked with the covers over us. He put his hand on my crotch and looked me in the eye.
"Let's try something different," he asked.
"Suggestions," I asked while he started kissing my nipples.
"I wanna top you," he said.
I was leery for I hadn't been fucked since before the fishing trip, though lately I had a craving to have my legs in the air. I was enjoying sucking, and being sucked, or having my ass eaten out almost each time Tim and I met up. Maybe it was time for me to get fucked again, but I told Tim right then that with bottoming comes great preparation.
"Little mud puppy won't hurt," he said before he sucked my right nipple.
"I like a clean runway when the plane is landing, whether I'm the actual pilot, or the air traffic controller," I warned.
He giggled, and we kissed some more as the moment of truth passed. I hadn't seen Tim for three days as he went to Amarillo to visit his sons, and he was extremely horny, and wanted to "level up" with our sexual relationship. At the same time he earned it, for he'd done any and everything with me orally to give me pleasure: suck me, rim me, swallow me, and even let me piss on him. I could add that we spent a considerable amount of time together out of bed as we ate and did outings in public, as for sure we had a bond which encouraged what we had as more than just sex.
"Let me fill you up tonight," he asked as my virgin like hole puckered.
The same time I was still a little afraid of giving up my ass, as it been over a year since I'd done anything other than wash and scrub it.
"I want some bear pussy," he called it.
"That's a helluva name," I told him as I busted out in laughter.
We kissed some more with his tongue being rabid as he tried to push me to give it up.
"I've gotta clean out good first, Bubba," I said.
"Well, get to cleaning," he said as he kissed me on my neck. "Hell, I'll even help you."
I liked this side of Tim as he showed his true versatility. He had a hunger to slip inside to bless me with his spunk, and I was gearing towards accepting it deep in my hole. His cock might've measured out at six inches in length, and perhaps almost two in girth for he had that Italian Stallion, a thick, curved tool. I got out of bed to prepare properly, before hopping in the shower to finish washing off. I was scrubbing between my cheeks when I'd hear the bathroom door open, then saw the him pull the shower curtain back.
"Let me join you," he asked, as he stepped into the tub.
He pulled back the curtains and got under the water with me, and we started kissing while the water splashed in our faces. I loved the feeling of his hard body pressed against mine, his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart while that thick cock tapped my navel. He was more than ready, and would push down on the top of my head, making me ease down to my knees.
"I need you to suck it," he said, and he would raise his left leg to the side of the tub, to shield me from the water while allowing me to put that thing in my mouth.
"Better," he asked while I licked the tip.
He pushed his hips forward to guide his shaft between my lips, and down my throat.
"Feels good to have the tables turn," he said as he face fucked me.
I loved the feeling of his raging hard on sliding across my tongue. I tried to give the perfect squeeze, while moving my head back and forth, and in circles, trying my best to make him feel good. I used my neck to twirl my head around that delicious prick, and would receive spurts of precum in the process.
