"What a fuckin mess!" you say.

"Hey, YOU held me down, asshole." I'm still grinning and trying to get a read on your reaction to all this. 'So far, so good,' I decide.

"I didn't know you needed to go THAT bad."

All this is going on while you're still sitting on top of me holding my arms against the linoleum floor. I feel my hard-on pressing against your ass, and as you lean down over me, I can also feel the distinct hardness of your cock against my bare stomach. Alleluia!

"Well, are you going to let me up?" I ask.

You don't answer. Instead you move your face down and plant your lips on mine. I open my lips and let your tongue probe deeply into my mouth. You kiss me hungrily almost savagely. I kiss back with the same intensity. You release my arms and I wrap them around you. Minutes go by. We hardly come up for air as we duel with our tongues, teeth and lips. We aggressively grind our piss-soaked crotches against each other, dueling with our hard manhoods, too. I roll you onto your back and go for your right nipple with first my lips, then my teeth. You howl in pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again.

"God, Dan . god, Dan . ah, shit, that feels good," you moan.

I go for your left tit. The phone rings. You try to rise.

"Let it go . please," I beg.

"Can't," you say. I hear the frustration in your voice. I roll off you, and you jump up and grab the wall phone. "Hi, honey," you say a bit breathless.

I stand up and lean against the kitchen counter, slowly stroking my erection through my (your) briefs. As I idly listen to your voice making small talk with your wife, you are glancing my way and shrugging your shoulders. As I watch the bulge in your sweatpants begin to shrink, I think 'No way am I going to let you get away.'

I strip off my briefs. Your eyes grow wide. Without realizing it, you lick your lips. I walk towards you, pulling and stroking my 7 inches. You're watching me intently. With satisfaction I watch your cock begin to once again prominently tent your sweats. You motion me away and mouth to me to be quiet. But instead, I drop to my knees right in front of you. I go for the waist of your sweats to pull them down. You grab the waist with your free hand, too, to stop me. I give your hand a nip with my teeth and surprised you pull back immediately. Before you can react further I have your sweats down to your ankles. I lift each foot and pull the pants free and toss them toward the spot where my briefs lay.

Now I am looking straight at your beautiful, uncut cock. I begin to handle your erection and your balls with both hands. You give a half-hearted try to push me away. But you finally let me have my way . as you continue talking with the Mrs. As I stroke the length of your pole, I'm fascinated by your foreskin as it covers then reveals the head of your cock. Your slit is large, and that's where my tongue goes first. I hear and feel a slight moan go through you as I probe your slit and explore your cockhead under and around your foreskin. My dick is demanding attention, but I restrain myself, keeping all my focus on what I've wanted for so many days.

Then in one smooth movement I take you into my mouth and down my throat. I hear you loudly gasp. I hear you mumble into the phone some kind of explanation for your outburst. I think: 'God, Terry, hang up the friggin phone.' I begin to give serious attention to the massive, hard flesh that fills my mouth. You also let yourself go, and balancing yourself with you free hand against the wall, begin to slowly fuck my face. I wonder how the hell you're managing all this, but I don't dwell on this too long. You cock is larger and longer than I can handle comfortably but do I care? Hell, no!

FINALLY, I hear above me your saying good-bye. You hang up the phone.

"God, you're one horny bastard," you say with a laugh. "Well, you've wanted it . now you're going to get it."

With that you grab my head with both of your hands and begin to fuck my face. Like your earlier kissing, you fuck me aggressively, battering my mouth. I have trouble keeping my teeth out of the way, but you don't seem to care. I struggle to keep from gagging as your cock rams deep down my throat. But all I care about now is that I've finally got your jet-jockey manhood filling my mouth. I grip your ass cheeks and dig my fingers into the hard muscle.

A few minutes later, you begin to cry out that you're cumming. And after thrusting yourself deep into me, you unleash your load. Hot, wonderful, bitter cream floods my mouth and escapes my lips.

Once you recover somewhat (you're leaning against the wall with your shoulder now, breathing heavily), I rise up in front of you, wrap my arms around your now passion-weakened body and kiss you deeply, emptying into your mouth the cream I managed not to swallow, allowing it mix in both our mouths. I wonder if you've ever tasted your own jism . it excites me to think that you're tasting it for the first time from my mouth.

"Come on, buddy," I tell you. "There's more that I want."

"What do you mean?"

"Hey, look, I'm doing the seducing here," I reply with a grin and lead you toward the guest bedroom.

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