Peter X, Briefly

Bar. Saturday night. Boyfriend, friends having after dinner drinks. I’m horny as fuck and want to get home. Boyfriend wants to look around more. Whatever.

Talk to a few friends. They mention Peter X is here. Peter and I dated for a minute. He barebacks. Puts himself in dangerous situations. His latest just dumped him. The guy didn’t like that Peter lived to fuck. Wanted him all to himself. Peter is too amazing for one guy. He’s out, but he’s not really here.

Surprised he didn’t call me. I play therapist when he breaks up with someone. He cries. I tell him to man up. Sometimes we’ll fuck. Usually, a good fuck gets him back in the game.

I see him in the corner. Jeans. Dress shirt. Looks amazing as always. My height. Handsome. 5% body fat. Works out like a fiend. Never wears deodorant. Has the best stink of any guy I know.

I walk over. He nods. I nod. I go for the hug. “You okay?” I whisper. He nods. Pull back. Look into his eyes. “You sure?” Eyes well up. He’s a fucking mess.

There’s something about Peter when he’s a mess that makes him so damn fuckable. Perfect looks/body scream confidence. Face reveals he’s vulnerable. I love it.

Move in for the kiss. Peter is a great kisser. I grab the back of his head and hold him in place as we kiss. He makes no attempt to move away. I know he’s mine. We make out for a while. His smell is intoxicating. Strong. Acrid. Not dirty, but like a man.

Move to his ear, “Undo your shirt.” We kiss for a while. He makes no attempt to unbutton anything. I ask again, this time grabbing his neck firmly: I’m in charge. Do what I say.

I know his weakness: his pits. He loves having them eaten. Cleaned out with a strong tongue. I pull off his shirt. Smell it. Stinks like him. Push it against his chest. Looking him in his baby blues. I nod to his left. “Lift it.”

He sighs. Closing his eyes, he lifts his left arm. My nose dives in. Deep inhale. God, it smells delicious. My tongue gets a taste. It tingles. I’m salivating at the thought of driving deeper into that pit. I soak it with spit. I tongue the hell out of it. I lick it. I spit in it. His thick bush holds all my saliva. I begin to suck it all back out.

I’m hard as a rock. I can feel his fat dick pushing against my leg. I bump and grind a little. He whimpers slightly.

We kiss again. I want him to taste himself. His strong, masculine scent on my tongue, lips and chin. He likes how he tastes. Peter even chews on my chin.

I eat out that left pit again for a few more minutes. I pull back. Smile. I look at his right pit. Peter is VERY sensitive on his right pit. Don’t know why. Don’t care. I got him to cum twice just by tickling his right pit. Granted, I was also stroking his dick a little, but he came faster when I played with his right pit.

Peter lets out a “mmmph” noise before I’ve even got my face in his pit. I bury my nose in. Deep inhales. I’m harder. I gently kiss the surrounding soft skin. Slowly moving towards the thick patch of fur. I lick the hairs. Softly at first, then with more force. He’s whimpering louder. I want to continue going slowly, to tease him a bit, but my tongue has a mind of its own. I begin Frenching his pit. Mouth open, tongue swirling. How this pit tastes better than the left, I don’t know. It just does.

Peter’s pulling me close. Groaning loudly. I keep my assault on his pit at maximum as we start dry-humping. I’m pounding my crotch into him as I suck on that pungent pit. His grip gets tighter. His moans louder. He bites his lip to keep it quiet. I keep thrusting as if my cock is slamming into his tight hole.

He gasps. He’s cumming in his pants. I continue slamming into him and eating that tasty pit. His arms relax their grip. My thrusts slow. I pull back. We look at each other and smile. I hear a couple of guys clapping.

I pull him closer and talk directly into his ear, holding his neck firmly in my hand: “You see the guy in the red shirt at the bar?” I wait for him to look and nod, “That’s my boyfriend. He’s smiling isn’t he?” My hand on his neck pulls as he nods. “You need to find someone who’ll let you be you. Don’t settle. Move on.” Peter pulls me close into a hug.

One last kiss. I turn and walk back to The Boyfriend. Long kiss. I wait for a comment about Peter’s pits on my breath. He holds up a scotch. He’s not into pits but knows that I am. The Boyfriend accepts me. He knew I’d kiss him and he knew that if he drank a scotch it wouldn’t annoy him. We work well together.

I hope Peter X. finds someone who’ll work well with him.

No Kids Allowed

I've been fucking around since I was in my early teens. Completely my choice and mostly sought out by me. However, you'll notice I really haven't written anything about those experiences, because I feel that's crossing a line. First, I have no desire to appeal to pedophiles and second, avoiding jail is always a good thing. While I will admit to the occasional impure thought about some hot high school jock, I am definitely NOT into kids.

So why am I bringing this up? Because I recently found that I had about a dozen followers that were pushing kid pictures. I didn't examine the sites closely enough to see if the kids were naked, I found the sites creepy in that they centered around little boys. That makes me physically ill.

I have kids. I have nieces and nephews. I can't imagine doing anything like that to a child. So don't put that shit on my site. To those of you who put crap like that on my site, I'll block you. I'll keep blocking you. Like the idiots that leave comments that are nothing but ads, I will continue to block every comment and every follow. Don't make me come after you.

Jiu-Jitsu Training

I really need to add this to my workout regimen…

Note when the “submissive” tries to tap out, he doesn’t let go… (yeah, baby!) Dig on Mario Sperry's hot latin accent... booyah!




How does one apply to be his aid? Talk about aweet fucking job.



I'm posting this here because of my sorry-ass lack of posts lately. Hell, I haven't even been posting to Twitter that much (well, the good details, anyway). I'm trying fellas, I'm trying...

Twitter Me This, Batman

Some of my friends have hit tough times and are stuck for a place to stay. Being the soft sap that I am, I've taken these guys into my home... so far, so good (and by good, I mean grateful friends give awesome blowjobs...) and having hot guys hang around your house half-naked is a good thing!

My friends are very in-tune with the "internets" (as Dubya would say) and they've convinced me that I should Twitter. "If you're not going to post every time you fuck, you could just Twitter about it."

Fine. I'll join my friends, who are a bunch of twits (they say "tweets", I call 'em like I see 'em).

Feel free to follow me on my Twitter page.

Will I follow you? Fuck yeah!

Now, if only I could get my friends to follow me... guys? Ben? David? Bern?

Happy Valentine's Day

AA Meeting

“Leave your wallet in the car.” Marcus is giving me the rundown for our lunchtime adventure. We’re in his car. Middle of nowhere in The City. Old warehouses. A few repair shops. The whole thing is very ‘off grid.’

He continues. “Don’t talk to the first guy. I wouldn’t even look at him.” I roll my eyes. Marcus grabs my sleeve. “Seriously, he’ll fuck you up.”

I’ve left my wallet, watch and anything of value in the car. Except for the twenty in my pocket. I’ve stuck my ID in my sock as Marcus suggested. “Just in case.” Of what, I don’t want to know.

My mind whirls around all the information he gave me. Most of these guys are seriously straight. Anything “gay” could set them off. No kissing. Avoid eye contact. Don’t fuck around. Don’t be a smart-ass. Have fun... sure.

It’s almost noon. The place has been “open” for almost half an hour. It closes in little more than an hour. Marcus explained why. I can’t remember right now. It made sense when he told me.

Small unmarked door on the street gets us into the warehouse. Not much of a street. No signage. Only one business appears to be open about a half a block away. I don’t see anyone on the street. No cars, either.

We walk purposefully right past the first guy. I don’t make eye contact. Not sure what the place was before, but this was the office. Torn up now. Abandoned. Patches of carpet. Cube farm without the cubes. Ceiling is barely hanging. We walk into the small office in the back. I follow Marcus’ lead and wordlessly toss my money to the guy at the desk. We head to a bashed out hole in the wall.

Marcus warned me the place was a dump. He didn’t do it justice. We walk along a narrow corridor. The high roof of the warehouse is way overhead. The narrow walls that corrals us in look like they were erected over a weekend. The layout is simple: the narrow hallway encircles a long, narrow central room. The hallway is braced overhead with an occasional two-by-four. All lighting is natural from the dirty warehouse windows and almost opaque skylights. Tarps are sporadically thrown over the braces to create pockets of completely dark space.

The center room has a plywood wall tilted up with four glory-holes cut in. Like the hall, braces to the hall walls hold it steady. I get the feeling if someone pushed hard, the whole place would collapse.

I hear some groans and the occasional voice. I see no one. It’s damn dark. Marcus disappears almost instantly. I walk alone. There are a lot more guys there than I would think. Most are just standing there in the darkness. Several have their dicks out. Most just stand there staring at the ground. One or two look up. It takes me three laps before I realize the place is small and I’m seeing the same guys over and over.

Finally, I see some guys going at it. Fucking. Sucking. Very serious. No one is laughing or smiling. I continue on.

A hot guy leans against the wall. I think he’s hot but can’t be sure. He stands in the dark. The light cuts a clean line right by his shoulder. My eyes are adjusting, but the light hitting him is reflected. His shirt is open. His chest is nice.

I rub his stomach and chest with my hand. He doesn’t push me away. He doesn’t look at me, either. My eyes are adjusting. I look at him. He’s got a buzz cut and a two day growth of beard—buzzed all over his head. Masculine features. His eyes are dark. They look kind. Thin lips.

I lean in and lick his nipple. He takes a deep breath. I chew a bit. He smells like a working man. Bit of sweat. Musky but not dirty. I move to his right pit. Buzz resists. I’m persistent. I push his arm back. I dive in.

I tongue his pit a bit. He seems uncomfortable, but says nothing. I move back to his chest. His nipples are fantastic. I chew on them for a while. I move to his left. He lifts his arm to offer his pit. Good boy.

I get into that pit and I lick. I soak it with my spit. I chew. I nibble. I fucking worship it. The taste. The acrid smell. It’s fantastic. I move back over to his right pit to give it its proper due.

Buzz pushes on my shoulders. He’s enjoying this, but he’s here to get off. I drop to my knees. I pull open his workpants. The smell is intoxicating. Warm. Musky. Smells like a real man. I begin to salivate.

I yank down the front of Buzz’s tighty-whities. His thick cock falls out. He’s cut. Big, hairy balls. I examine it for a second in the dim light. Then, I swallow it. He gasps. I work the whole shaft. All in. All out. Sucking his whole dick. He lets out a low moan.

I concentrate on the head for a while. Rolling my tongue over the head. Licking it. Teasing it. I taste some precum. That inspires me to work harder on his cock. Buzz gasps and moans quietly.

I pull his underwear down more so I can really get at his balls. I stroke the shaft as I suck on each of his hairy nuts. I roll them around on my tongue. Pulling a bit. Sucking them. The musky taste is intoxicating.

Buzz grabs his dick and smacks my face. He wants me to suck him again. I take it back in my mouth. Long slow strokes up and down, followed by quick pumps. He grunts. His hips start to buck. He’s going to cum.

He grabs my head and pulls me onto his shaft. I reach around and grab his hairy ass. Buzz let’s out a guttural groan. I hold his cock in my throat as he pumps his load into me. Buzz thrusts his hips. His load continues to gush into my mouth. I stay there with him in me until he stops bucking. I pull off and swallow his spunk.

He pulls his pants up. Buzz grunts something—thanks?—as he puts his junk back in his drawers. I start to stand. Buzz walks off. No other words spoken between us. I wipe my mouth and smell his musky scent. My cock is rock hard.

I walk along the dim hallway. I’m surprised there are still a lot of guys here. It’s getting close to 12:30 and the place closes at 1:00pm. I continue walking. Lots of suits on their lunch hour.

Marcus is in the center room. Pants around his ankles. Sucking on some roughneck’s dick. Taking it bareback from another. I walk over and tussle his hair. He turns to look at me, cock still in his mouth. I can see the joy in his eyes. I ask the guys if he’s being a good boy. They don’t answer. The both keep pumping the whore in the suit. I move on.

There’s a younger, cute blue collar guy in the hall. Thick, but not heavy. Looks like he might have played football in high school. He’s kinda short. But I can see he’s got a solid body. He tries giving me a tough guy look. I give him a hard stare and he looks away. Not so tough.

I walk up and stare him down. He looks away. I grab his balls. He’s hard. I slide my hand down his pants. Not only is he hard, he’s dripping. I turn him around, so I’m behind him reaching around. I can dominate him.

With my other hand, I grab his ass. Bubbly. Soft, yet firm. I push my crotch into his ass. Football whispers “yes.” I move hand off his ass and around him. One hand still in his pants, the other caresses his chest through his shirt. I hug him tight and thrust into him. He whimpers.

I nibble very lightly on his neck. “Condom?” I whisper. He says front pocket as he throws his head back. I can’t resist and nibble more on his neck. A lot of these guys may not want to kiss. Football isn’t one of them.

I reach into Football’s front pocket. Magnum Condom. The guy has high hopes. Also a traveler lube packet. I love this kid. I’m aware of the time, so no foreplay. I just want to get to it. I tug on his belt. I tell him to drop his pants. I undo my belt and drop my suit pants. For a moment I think of fucking him through my boxers. I yank my cock out over the elastic band. Not sure why I don’t drop them all the way. I just don’t.

Condomed up, I lube up his ass. I finger it a bit. His ass is tight. I quickly add another finger. Not too tight. I tell him to lean forward. I squat down a bit. I rub my cock on Football’s crack. Just before I enter, I hear a voice say, “Fuck him hard”. I look around. Three guys are jacking it, watching us. I turn back to Football.

I lean forward and whisper, “You ready?” He nods.

I grab his waist and push in. Football moans under his breath. I move one hand to his shoulder and pull him back as I push forward. I go in deeper. He grunts hard. I think it hurts him. I keep pushing. I let out a heavy sigh as I push all in. “Oh, yeah…”

Football lets out what almost sounds like a sob. I think he’s trying to say something, but he can’t. I begin thrusting into him. I just want to nut in his ass. I start moving hard and fast. Grab his hips and thrust into his hole. All I’m thinking about is fucking until I cum. No reaching around. No worrying about his needs. His moans tell me he’s happy enough.

I’m close. I pull him back and begin bucking wildly. I whisper nasty shit into his ear. I tell him what a good fuck he is. How I want to nut in his hole. He says some shit. Mostly “porn quotes” (“Fuck my ass with your big cock” “Breed me” Shit like that). I reach down to feel Football’s cock. Some suck-boy is on his knees working hard to get him off.

I’m close. Some guy watching nuts. He yells out. Guys are commenting on my fucking. I close my eyes and start grunting loudly as I spill my seed into his tight ass. I call out that I’m cumming. I lose control and bang his ass wildly. I push him forward onto Suck-boy. Thrusting deeper. Dumping my load into his ass.

I stand there catching my breath. My cock still throbbing in Football’s hole. I rub his back through his shirt. He leans back. I pull him tight. Grabbing his chest and stomach. I whisper in his ear I want to see him cum.

Football grunts and gasps through his orgasm. He never yells out or says “I’m cumming.” He feeds the guy on his knees in front of him. His jizz dribbles from suck-boy’s mouth.

I pull out. I flick the condom onto the ground and pull up my pants. Football buttons up, too. Suck-boy stays kneeling, looking down. I put my hand on Suck-boy’s shoulder, “Good job.” Quick pat. I move on. Suck-boy mumbles a quiet “Thank you, sir”.

I make my way down the hall. Marcus is walking towards me. He looks satisfied. There’s jizz on his shirt. “That’s why I keep extras in my office”.

Not too many guys left. We walk through the hole in the wall and back into the office. The guy from the desk calls out for everyone to hurry on out. The guy at the front is sitting in a chair, ignoring us.

We walk out into the bright sunlight. Marcus and I walk down in the middle of the street.
A beat up truck drives slowly by. It’s Football. His window is down. I stop. He stops. He nods. I pull a business card from my suit pocket and toss it into the truck. He drives off. Marcus rolls his eyes.

We continue on. A guy in the open shop stops us. He wants to know what all these different guys are doing in the old warehouse. Marcus smiles with an instant response, “A.A. meeting.” The guy smiles and nods his head in approval. I’ve never been big on meetings, but this is one I could do again.

Berkeley

Friday night. At a bar in The City. Talking to Pete, Aaron and Davis. Haven’t hung with in a while. It’s good to be out. We’re talking who we’re going to fuck. The guys I’m interested have partnered up.



Studly college kid comes up. Grabs my crotch. I remove his hand. He thinks he’s hot shit. He is. If he hadn’t grabbed my balls, I might have thought him straight: He talks sports. He yammers on about the financial crisis. He babbles about everything. Says nothing. He mentions Berkeley three times. Wearing a Berkeley hat, Berkeley T-shirt, probably Berkeley boxers. I was never that much into school spirit.

Pete’s had enough of this kid after about 2 minutes—but lets him talk for 20. Pete went to Stanford. Big Game is Saturday. Pete is in no mood for this shit. He tells “public school” to get his scrawny ass out of our faces.

Berkeley looks cuter when he’s pouty. His ass looks amazing as he walks away.

Bar’s closing. Saying goodbye to Pete on the street. Aaron and Davis hooked up with guys hours ago. Berkeley is on his cell trying to find a ride home. I’m surprise he’s alone. He’s got a rockin’ bod. Hot ass. Nice bulge. Shit like that should not go home alone.

On my cell. Call Big James. He’s been trying to sell The Hookup Condo for months. He’s got six condos for sale. The plunging market is killing him. Including the hookup palace.


When he was rolling in cash, Big James bought a pad to take tricks to. Nice place. Central location. No worry about taking tricks home. Nothing to steal. It’s priced to sell. It hasn’t sold.

I give him the breakdown. James: “Can I join?”

“We might be done by the time you get there. He’s in college, they usually nut fast.”

“I’ll hurry—key’s in the same spot.”

I walk up to Berkeley who’s yelling at his roommate. I give his ass a hard grab. “Need a place to crash?”

He doesn’t shut up the entire walk. He’s very impressed with himself. He also has demands. Seriously. Demands. He tells me what he requires for sex. I don’t say a word. If only to shut him up, I’m tempted to pull out my dick and shove it in his mouth right there.

We’re inside. He’s still talking. I stand there. Hands on hips as he checks out the view. He turns back, “What’s wrong?”

I’m over his shit. I just want to nut and leave. Great bod or not, he’s annoying. “We’ve been here for five minutes and your mouth still isn’t on my dick.” He smiles. He thinks it’s a joke.

I move quickly. Push him against the wall. Hard. “You talk too much.” His heart beating fast. He’s kinda short. I easily dominate him. I kiss him hard. Tastes like beer and gum.

He’s a good kisser. Keep him pressed against the wall as we make out. Feeling his pecs and six-pack through his t-shirt. I grab his bubble butt with both hands and pull him close. Big dick straining to get out of his jeans.

His hands concentrate on only one area on me. After ten minutes, I can feel the wet spot my jeans.

Shove him back against the wall. His head moves forward. Lips slightly puckered. Tongue pushing out.

I push him down hard. There’s a loud thud as his knees slam onto the hardwood floor. He touches my crotch. Berkeley has watched too much porn. Sucking my crank through my jeans ain’t gonna cut it. One quick yank and the buttons open up. No underwear. I pull out my junk.

“Suck it.”

The kid does something right. Very right. Takes it all the way down. Knows when to use his hands. Doesn’t ignore my balls. Hands explore all over. I toss the Berkeley cap onto the floor. Run my hands through his hair. Curly and a little too long. It works on him. Gives me something to grab as I fuck his face.

He takes me all the way down again. Pull on the back of Berkeley’s head. He tries to pull off. I keep him there. I can feel him starting to panic. Letting him go, he pulls off. Gasps for air. He looks up. “Good boy.” Shove my crank back into his hole. He greedily accepts it.

I turn around. Tell him to lick my ass. He refuses. Push my ass into his face. He doesn’t even try. I turn around. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Blank stare from Berkeley. I yank him up off the floor. Turn him around. Press him against the wall. I reach around. Pulling open his jeans, “I thought you said you were going to fuck me?” I get a feel for his unit: huge.

“I was…”

“If you won’t put your mouth there, why put your dick…?” His pants slide down. I kneel down… son of a bitch: Cal boxers. I pull them down. Beautiful ass. Muscled. Bubble. Hairy. Thick bush in the crack. I lean forward and sniff. Sweat. Acrid, but clean. “Nice,” I whisper.

“Thanks…”

“Shut up.”

Give a little kiss to where his thigh meets the bubble. Soft. Furry. Delicious. I mix kissing and nibbling on his cheeks. Stick my tongue into the deep thicket of fur. He quivers. Digging down until my tongue hits his pucker. He flinches.

Spread his cheeks with my hands. I let my tongue run the trail from top to bottom. Stopping near the taint for a little chewing/tonguing. Get my whole face in there. My tongue explores every inch. His ass is heaven. I will enjoy fucking the hell out of it.

I continue my assault for a full 15 minutes. Yeah, I time myself. The fucking hardwood floor prevented going longer. Fucking knees are killing me. And my tongue was cramping up.

Berkeley turns around. He’s expecting a blow job. I stand up. I move in to kiss him. He pulls away. I move forward. Pull back. Move in.

Grab his head. Kiss him hard. He tastes his ass on my lips. “That’s you, baby.” Our cocks are having a sword fight as we press against each other. “You like tasting a man’s ass now?” He nods and continues licking his ass off my face.

“Let’s see what you’ve learned.” Leaning over the back of the couch. I offer up my ass to his tongue. He eats it like a pro. My cock oozes precum all over the back of the couch. I time him at 32 minutes of ass chomping. To be 21 again.

We move to the bedroom.

He’s still wearing his fucking Cal shirt. I pull it off… a little too hard and tear it. He tells me it’s his good luck shirt. “You’re still getting lucky.” He’s still bummed. I want to shout that it’s only a fucking shirt. Push him back on the bed. I go down on him.

He’s cut. It’s really a beautiful dick. Thick. Long. Nice to suck and swallow. He tries to force my head down. I smack his hand away. He does it again. I slam my hand down on his stomach. He’s doubled over. Fucking baby. I tell him to knock off the porn shit he’s seen. “Just put your fucking hands behind your head, close your eyes and enjoy it.”

As I continue to suck on his crank, I play with his balls and taint. While playing with his hole, his legs start to lift. The more I work both his shaft and hole, his legs go higher. They begin to straighten out. Sticking out almost parallel to the bed. The boy is close.

He gurgles. My mouth fills with his spunk. I work his cock until he stops shaking.

I don’t swallow.

Small kisses up his torso. I’m over him. Look at his lips. Quick nod. He knows what’s coming. Opens his mouth. Closes his eyes. What the fuck? I wait. He opens his eyes. I decide not to spit his spunk into his mouth. I move forward and kiss him.

His seed slips from my lips. We pass it back and forth between us. I move away to nibble on his neck. Chest. Nipples. I stay there a while. It’s a nice chest.

Lifting off him, I push his legs back. I lean over to the nightstand. Pull out condoms and lube. I tell him to turn over. He says he’s not sure. Never been fucked. I find it hard to believe. He starts to babble.

Tilt head. Hard stare. It stops him. Lean forward slightly. He quickly scrambles onto his stomach. “Be gentle.”

I smack his ass hard. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Grab a pillow. I’m tempted to stuff it in his mouth. I use it to prop him up. Probably should be on his back. That might encourage him to talk. He stays on his stomach.

Play more with that hairy hole. Tongue. Fingers. First one, then two… three. Sweet. I’m Not sure whether he’s truthful about not having been fucked. I go with caution and really open him up. He’s shaking. “You cold, baby?”

“No, sir… just a little scared.”

Did I fucking call him “baby”? Did he reply with “sir”?

I run my hand down his back. My shame: “Don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of you.”

What a fucking douche I am.

Plus side: he relaxes. Thoroughly lubed, I try to enter. It hurts him. He’s clamped up. I try again. He’s shaking more. I move next to him. I get up close to his face. He’s wincing. I’m nowhere near his ass.

He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He lets out a long and loud fart. I laugh for ten solid minutes. He’s humiliated. What ever happened to college guys enjoying a good fart?

He starts to talk again… He’s never fucked before. Given or received. Only BJs. Starts apologizing. He asks me what I want to do.

“I really want to tap that virgin ass.”

Berkeley’s on his back. Pillow propped up underneath. Lick and kiss his ass again. I’m taking a guy’s virginity. This doesn’t happen to me everyday.

Start to enter him. I stop. “Need to fart?” Berkeley laughs. He relaxes a bit. I rub his stomach. I tease his hairy hole with my cock. I push the head in. He winces. I tell him to breathe. I continue slowly moving in on his ass. Pushing in. Telling him to breathe. Pushing in. I’m all the way in. He’s tight. I’ve been in tighter. Stay in there a few minutes.

Slowly pull all the way out. Lean forward. Suck his dick a bit. He’s hard. Start back in again. Slowly… Easing in… Balls deep.

Pumping slowly. He seems to enjoy it. I begin to thrust a little faster. We change positions. He’s on his side. Berkeley seems to like this. I fuck him like that for a while. I get a better appreciation of how hot his body is. Toned. Zero fat. As only 21 fuckers can be.

Finally, we are back to where we started. He’s on his stomach. I’m on top of him. Whispering encouragement in his ear. He mutters the one word that makes me smile: “harder.”

Start fucking him with a little more authority. No longer looking for guidance on whether he likes it or not. Grab his hips and begin to fuck him. It’s my turn to talk. I tell him how great his ass feels. How tight he is. He tells me to keep fucking.

Leaning forward. Telling him how tight his virgin hole feels wrapped around my aching cock. I can feel myself getting close. Tell him I’m going to nut inside him. “You want my seed, bitch?”

“baby” is over.

He begs for it. I straighten up. I’m banging Berkeley’s ass. Pushing off his back when I cum. The orgasm tears through me like a lightening bolt. I fall into automatic fucking. Slamming into his ass as hard as I can. Thrusting and groaning as I pump my load into his virgin hole.

Collapsing on top of him. Kissing his sweaty neck. Biting his magnificent shoulders. Ask him if he liked it. He came again while I was fucking him. Yeah, he enjoyed it.

While he’s in the bathroom cleaning up, James appears in the doorway. He’s stroking his thick rod. He’s been watching from the hall for most of it. Berkeley returns. Thinks James is my boyfriend and starts to freak. He apologizes profusely.

James convinces Berkeley that we sometimes share tricks. If we shared him…

Berkeley practically dives for James’ huge unit. James cums quickly. He’s been rubbing it out for a while. James doesn’t go down easily. He can stay up for hours (sans Viagra/Cialis/etc.)

James and I trade off on the kid until sunrise.

Got a call from James tonight. Real estate agent thinks someone broke into the condo. Place was a mess. Sex stains everywhere. Still, the client put a decent bid in for the place. I told James if I could help him sell any of his other condos, to give me a call.