He was, simply put, exotic. Tall, lean, athletic, with skin so dark and smooth. He moved with cat like grace, and the sweat of the gym glistened on his face. We exchanged knowing glances in the locker room, and he gave me a glimpse of his naked form, causing my own body to stir in anticipation of the pleasures he intimated.
We met in the parking lot and he asked me to follow him home. Minutes later we met in the parking lot of his condo and we wordlessly walked together to his door.
As the door closed behind us he turned and kissed me deeply on the mouth and then took me by the hand and led me to his living room. He flicked on the fireplace and we stood in the soft, flickering glow. He smiled and began to undress me. When he grasped my pants and slid them down, freeing my love pole, his mouth encircled me and sucked me deeply. As I stepped out of my pants, his hands grasped my ass cheeks and pulled me closer, sucking me as his fingers probed at my hole.
I let the waves of pleasure wash over me for several minutes, fucking his mouth like it was the place my cock belonged, enjoying the feel of his fingers at my own love opening. Finally I pulled away and reached down and tugged at his t-shirt. I wanted to see him naked. I lusted for the sight of his hard cock, his muscled abs, and his puckered fuck hole.
I stepped back as he stood and stripped. His cock was long and thick and hard. I grasped it with my hand and lovingly stroked it, imagining how it would look and feel spewing love nectar on my belly, or in my mouth, or deep inside my belly.
He told me to wait just a minute, and returned momentarily with a bottle of lube.
He stood in the firelight and poured the lube on to his chest and I knelt before him and began to rub it all over his body. My mouth found his bulbous cockhead as I massaged him and I made love to him with my tongue and lips as my hands explored his body. When my fingers found his opening he squatted slightly to give me better access and I robed even deeper, eventually plunging two fingers into his hungry hole. His moans of pleasure let me know that he wanted to be fucked. I was only partly disappointed, as a fuck is still a fuck, even though I couldn't shake my desire to have his thick manshaft erupting in my mouth or my asshole.
He eventually pulled his cock from my eager mouth and joined me on the floor. We kissed and masturbated each other for several minutes before he lay on his back and pulled his legs all the way back behind his arms. His asshole was a hot pink invitation surrounded by glistening coffee colored flesh. Even more erotic, was that he could lean his head forward and swallow half of his own cock. It was mansex made magnificent.
I poured lube on my cock and he grasped me and guided me to his hole. I slipped my cockhead past his sphincter and paused, enjoying the warmth and grip of his flesh on mine, before plunging hard and deep.
Our manfuck was hard and intense. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him as I pistoned in and out of his love hole, while his lips stayed firmly wrapped around the upper half of his 9" fuck tool. In just a few minutes his moans turned to cries and as I watched delighted, his man nectar erupted in beautiful gossamer streams straight into his open, hungry mouth. It was beautiful and erotic and amazing all at once, and when his climax had passed I pressed my mouth to his and we shared a cum-filled kiss as my own manhood exploded inside his warm, tight fuckhole.
We stayed locked together and we brought each other to climax one more time without pause.
We shared his bed for the night, and in the morning, I felt the power of his cock inside me, and when I left that afternoon, the taste of his cum was still on my tongue.
We met again that night, and his lust was hard and sure. He filled my fuckhole with his manhood and we brought each other to climax several times before falling to an exhausted sleep.
I awoke to his hard cock against my hip, and he lovingly masturbated me as he whispered to me how he wanted to share me with his friends. He described in great detail how he would love to watch me sucking their cocks and seeing their cum slathered on my face, and how we would share the creamy treasures that I would bring forth with my tongue and lips. I came into his hand and we greedily licked the sticky drops before he rolled over on top of me and came in my mouth.
I lay in bed afterward and listened to him shower. He kissed me before he left and gave me the time and address for the following night.
I could barely contain my excitement, and worked both days in a state of constant semi-arousal. I worried that one of my regular fuck-buddies might come by, sense my excitement and possibly entice me into a quick encounter, but none did.
A gorgeous middle-aged man met me at the door when I arrived at my appointed place and time. He was wearing a silk kimono and nothing else. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek, and took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom. His femininity was warm and enticing, and he helped me undress. He openly admired my body, and his hands were tender and loving as he rubbed oil all over my body. He knelt behind me and spread my cheeks and used his long, gentle fingers to lube my love hole before stand and turning me to face him. He dropped his kimono and pulled me to him and kissed me gently on the mouth as he pressed his beautiful hard manhood against mine. I found myself drawn to his sexuality and could easily have spent the night enjoying the kinds of pleasure he undoubtedly knew how to give with his mouth and ass.