I could tell Roger was getting agitated with me.
"Will you just stop gritting your teeth when I am trying to fuck you?"
I didn't realise I was doing it but his efforts were hurting, even though he had dowsed me with K-Y jelly.
I guess his patience was getting a trifle short because he couldn't get his regular fuck of me. Well it had been a few months since we last met, and being the loyal guy I am, I have never been with another guy, even though almost tempted by a coloured guy called Ned. Hearing about how coloured guys can move and how they are bigger than average.
But as said, I kept loyal to the guy I deeply loved, the guy I had missed so much when he left on business to go to Australia for six months.
But try as may he could not open sufficiently to get a gratifying fuck and equally, I was downright disappointed too.
"At least it proves I have been good while you were away "I .said trying to ease the tension.
"Well we shall simply have to give it some attending to" retorted Roger, "but in the meantime you'd better make it good!"
He meant of course to stiff wank and suck him off and that was the least could do to make my lover happy. I arose from my bending position and still felt the result of his pre-fuck attention to detail, my ass still feeling the pangs of his brisk slaps and handling, my anus was so numb after he had sucked it dry and done all that probing. He was a bum man and made no reservations about that - he'd have me dressed in skin tight jeans, tights, skimpy briefs -all the time concentrating on the pleasure my hind could give him, he'd feel me, nudge me, suck me -, have me sit on his face as he sniffed and tasted the favour of the week, usually after having dowsed me down-under with a good helping of double cream or edible paint, which he'd take time to lick and suck it off every part of my private anatomy, to his sheer delight and mine too. I so adored the wonderful feelings and vibrations he gave me and especially that deep gratifying fuck to conclude another wonderful weekly session in the privacy of his bedroom.
But poor Roger was at his wits end, carrying a very large and throbbing cock which was a dream to feel and suck, so I just had to give him the alternative gratification he would have gotten stuck into my ass,
I squeezed him between thumb and forefinger making a tight make-do hole, grasped him tight and made like he was fucking m, then bending down enough so that my mouth could suck him off at the same time. Even that he said was never quite the same as the feel of my asshole but it would suffice until we could get it sorted.
Of course we always took time in the gorgeous and thrilling experiences foreplay can give. Closing my eyes I gulped his cock and tasted its earthy salty flavour which was so beautiful - his lengths pliable and workable in the confines of my mouth as I sucked and licked him to my hearts content, waiting for the coming which always felt so wonderfully complete.