"Me too," he agreed. I began massaging his shoulders much to his pleasure. I felt his knots from lifting all those heavy bags of flour at work. His thin shirt offered no protection from the satisfying feeling he was getting from my touch. I rubbed his back and his firm, warm shoulders and chest. He was breathing in satisfaction, and I began kissing his ears and neck. I was lightly biting as he began to silently grumble in pleasure. I removed his shirt and began running my hands through his body hair and developing muscles. He began to work out for me, and he had shaved off a few pounds, but he still met my perfect standard: not too fat, not too lean. I bent my head around to kiss him as he touched my neck and shoulders with his big hands. I took of my shirt and dropped it onto the floor as I walked over to sit on his lap. I embraced him as our exposed bodies made contact once again. I took my time enjoying the heat radiating from his body, as I explored his back and arms with my groping hands. Our lips were caressing each other roughly, but lovingly. As he bit and sucked on my tongue, I felt his dick touch my ass through his pants. I began licking his beautiful nipples and abs. I quickly removed his pants and I grasped his throbbing meat. His eyes gazed at me passionately, and I began giving him head. I massaged his balls as I let my tongue do the talking: I licked and gently grazed my teeth at his mushroom head, and I attempted deepthroating him, but I couldn't even make it all the way to the base. I gave each inch individual attention, as I meticulously suckled and licked his ever-oozing cock. "Fuck, Simon, you're even more beautiful with my meat in your mouth," he aggressively said. He grabbed the back of my head and gently began fucking my face. I felt his fleshy locomotive move inside and out of my mouth, touching my cheeks and the back of my throat. I was so turned on, and I could feel that my boxers were completely soaked with my juice. He began rapidly fucking my face with his wet dick. "Fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum!" he yelled as his muscles tensed and knees buckled. He released his cream into my mouth in rapid, continuous succession. He was dispensing so much cum into my mouth that some of it leaked out. He tasted so salty and sweet; if I had his semen on tap, I would drink it all day. I saved some of it in my mouth as I came over to kiss him. He opened his eyes in surprise and he asked, "Do you still have cum in your mouth?"
"Oh sorry, I thought that you would've liked it," I apologized.
"No, it's fucking hot!" He exclaimed in excitement. We made out with his man juice still in our mouths, adding our own fluids to this sex concoction. He eventually swallowed it. He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom, "We're not done yet."
We jumped onto his bed, laughing and tickling each other while making out every now and then. He turned on his ambient lights as he gazed at me, lying down on his bed. "You're gorgeous," he mumbled. He jumped on to me and licked trails over my body and he kissed and sucked all the flesh he could find. I shuddered at the feeling of his warm, damp mouth. He quickly went back up to kiss me passionately. I pushed him away, and I felt something tug within me, a primal, wild feeling. "Be rough with me," I suddenly begged him, "dominate me." He knit his eyebrows and his mouth grew into a devious smile.
"Are you sure?" He asked me, "I won't hold back."
"I need it," was all I said. Before I knew it his strong hands grabbed my waist as he twisted me onto my back and threw his tongue into my mouth. I barely had enough time to suck on it before he moved down to suck my dick. He deepthroated my 6 inches with ease, as I felt the walls of his mouth and throat glide against my dick. I moaned at the feeling of this unbelievable pleasure. I felt two fingers go up quickly into my ass, and I yelped in delight. "Fuck!" I screamed as my legs opened even more at the feeling of his fingers twisting and scooping rapidly inside my ass. His mouth didn't even leave my dick while he did this, and his face was concentrated with effort. He quickly lubed up his bare dick, and kissed my loosened asshole. His scruff rubbed against my skin and I shivered in delight. He slowly entered his dick into me, as his cock worked its way home. I howled in pleasure as he began to pump in and out of me in hot, intimate, missionary position.
I didn't know what urged me to do it, but I slapped the side of his face as he pulled his mouth off my of mine and groaned in pleasure. "That was fucking hot," he gasped, "fucking hit me like you mean it, boy." I punished him in a series of light blows and caresses as he continually fucked me. He choked me lightly and I entered a state of utter pleasure. My body was being pushed to its orgasmic limits as he punished my hole with his juicy meat. "Now it's my turn," he gritted. He lightly slapped my stomach and face as my body twitched and stung in pleasure.
"That's all you got bitch boy?" I taunted. I grabbed his wrist and began slapping my own face with his burly hands as he moaned.
"You better fucking take that back," he said with a sexy, demanding voice, "or I'll make you beg for fucking mercy."
I've never seen this side of Reggie before, he was always so polite and nice. That wasn't the Reggie I was with in bed though, this Reggie was sexy, demanding, dominant, aggressive, and passionate. He pinned my wrists to the bed, and I felt defenseless as he bent down to suck my dick while he still fucked me. He must've been pretty flexible to do this! I rolled my eyes back in pleasure as I felt the most intense feeling of pumping coming from him drilling my hole, and the warm wetness he was giving my dick as he sucked it. "I'm gonna fucking lose it!" I screamed. I nearly flew off the bed as my hips bucked and released streams of semen into the air. It splattered all over my chest and face, and tagged the backboard of the bed behind me.
"Now it's my turn!" Reggie exclaimed as he pulled me into a deep hug. His hips moved in and out of me rhythmically as his cocked throbbed and dispensed his warm seed deep into my gut. He fell onto me and embraced me. We were panting, and our bare, sweaty, cum-stained skin stuck onto each other. He ran his fingers through my damp hair and he gently rubbed my lower back. He pulled me into a long, romantic kiss. I was high off of his love, and we rolled over and faced the ceiling. We began cracking up, and we were back to the silly, loving couple we had always been once again. "You fucked me real good Reggie," I panted.
"Fuck, I haven't done anything that intense and dirty ever!" He laughed. He rolled over to face me, "You bottomed the hell out of me, I've never felt anything that amazing in my whole life."
"Oh stop," I said as I began blushing. I rolled over into his arms, and he began to spoon me. We laid in silence for 20 minutes, and my body experienced a blissful peace. "Reggie, are you cooking breakfast tomorrow?" I randomly asked. He didn't reply, and I realized he was sound asleep. I slowly began to close my eyes, and I wallowed in his warm embrace and his loving touch. I fell asleep quickly.
My alarm rang the next morning at 7:00, it was a lazy Saturday, and I didn't particularly feel like doing anything. I was alone on his bed, but he hadn't left me naked. He had some decency to slip sweats and his nerdy "I'm an eggs-celent person!" breakfast shirt onto me. It smelled like vanilla and pancake batter. Reggie had went to go pick up some groceries for our breakfast and do some things at the cafe, he would be back in about an hour. I didn't do anything in particular as I waited for him. I checked his computer and found out that he had saved all the dirty messages and nudes I had ever sent him. I laughed as I realized that he probably he used these to get himself off while I was away. I laid down on his bed as I heard his keys turn the lock and him opening the door. I pretended to sleep, and I heard him cook breakfast. Hopefully he would give me a wake-up sex "treat" if he found his cute boyfriend on his bed snoozing away. "Babe?" he called out to me, "you there? Breakfast is ready!" I heard him walk up stairs as he opened the door and found me in the same position as he had left me. "Simon's still not up?" he told himself. "Must've fucked him too good last night."
I laughed silently to myself as he jumped onto the bed and began running his warm hands under my shirt. He kissed my chest and belly and pulled down my sweats to reveal my half-erect dick. He played with my balls as he ran his tongue up and down my shaft and sucked on my head. Soon he got me into a full erection. I was still pretending to sleep, but it was becoming increasingly difficult not to moan, and I was itching to cum in his mouth. I pretended to wake up as I gazed at him sucking away. "Reggie?" I tiredly said, "stop that, you'll make me cum!" He still had all his clothes on: a Texas Longhorns sweater, jeans, and a backwards dad cap. He looked fucking gorgeous, even with his clothes on. His scruff touched my pelvis, as I pulled him over to my face. I gave him a deep kiss and whispered, "Fuck me?" Much to my surprise he backed away and shook his finger at me.
"Nu-uh," he scolded, "you have to eat first. I made your favorite dish."
"I hate you," I said as I rolled my eyes, sat back, and crossed my arms. I tried to look rebellious as possible.
"Don't make me treat you like a little kid!" He laughed, "and you know that you only look ridiculous and cute when you try to pout." I surrendered in defeat as I followed him downstairs into his homy kitchen. Wonderful aromas filled into my nostrils as I gazed at the wonderfully steaming plates he has set on the table. He made me my favorite skillet, 'Simon's Skillet' he would call it. I looked at the wonderfully cooked potatoes, bell peppers, chorizo, and melting cheese and egg that still sizzled with heat. "Eat up!" Reggie told me.
I dug into the large portion he had served me, there was no such thing as savoring your food when it came in heaping, gooey servings. The intense sex we had last night really worked up my appetite, and I barely took breaths as I alternated between drinking orange juice and shoving my face into the food again. Reggie stared at me in astonishment, "Jesus! You're eating like a cowboy right now!" I just kept on eating and eating until I finished the last piece. My stomach was warm and full with the hearty meal he had cooked me. "That was some damn good food Reggie," I thanked him. We continued sit down at the table and talked about what we're planning to do this week. It was just a regular week full of work and studying for me. Reggie was planning on working longer hours so that we would be able to go to our vacation to Croatia in a few months. We had been planning it for nearly a year, as we got closer and closer to our 1-year anniversary. I was ecstatic, I was almost going to be a college graduate, and I would finally be able to move out of my university apartment and settle into my own home as I seek out jobs. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, and I couldn't be any happier than I was with my life.
Reggie led me up to his room as he kept his promise about dicking me down after we ate breakfast. We kissed for a good minute, and we removed all our clothes. I knelt down and jerked his dick into a full erection. He moaned and grabbed the side of my head as I began giving him head once again. I flicked my tongue rapidly as I bobbed my head up and down on his salty meat. "Fuck..." he moaned. I pushed him into the bed and squirted some lube onto his dick and my fingers. I fingered my asshole loose and I slid his dick into my ass. I rode him for a good 5 minutes. I didn't let him fuck me, I only let my ass do the work. I swerved my hips as he shivered and groaned in delight. His toes began to curl, and he began to moan loudly. I milked his dick dry as he bucked his hips and pumped semen into my ass. I felt my legs shake and I released my load onto his chest and abs. I spread it all over his body with my hands as I jumped off his dick to kiss him. We only slept, had sex, and watched movies for the whole day. Life couldn't get any better than this
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••••••Reggie••••••
It had almost been a good month since I had spent genuine time with Simon. He had finals plastered all over his calendar for this month, and I kept my respective distance so I wouldn't distract him from his studies. We both respected our priorities and we knew when to see each other and when to not. However, I was slowly starting to miss him, and I wanted to spend time with him, so I invited him over to my place for dinner. He reluctantly came over after he had finished most of his studying. He rang the doorbell, and I was happy to see him in a cute beanie, a raincoat, and boots. "Hey," he smiled.
"How are you? Come in babe." He wiped the rain onto the carpet as I led him into the kitchen. I wasn't completely done cooking the pork jambalaya I was making for us, and I could hear the pork overcooking. I dashed over to the pan and brought down the fire to let it simmer. Simon had taken a seat at the counter. "How is everything?" I asked.
"Very super stressful, my sanity is at an all time low. I've had zero hours of sleep," he blankly said. Something seemed a bit off about him but I let it be.
