After we were finished, and we were both tangled in each other’s sweaty bodies, and our cum was drying on each other’s stomachs and legs, David asked, “Where did you learn how to fuck like that?” I rolled on top of him, my smooth chest sliding against his slightly hairy chest, my half-hard dick grinding against his half-hard cock, and kissed him. His breath tasted like me. I could taste me on his tongue and I’m sure he could taste himself on mine. His large hands gripped my butt, squeezed and massaged, kneaded and tickled. David slipped fingers into my asscrack, running along the thin line with his middle finger, making soft circles around my asshole.

“Practice,” I told David. I kissed him again, harder and longer than before. His hands moved up my lower back, sliding up along my spine. I felt chills. I wanted to stay in this same spot for the rest of my life. 

“You’re fucking amazing,” David whispered. “And you know it too.”

I nibbled his earlobe and said, “Yeah, I do.”

We both laughed for a moment. I continued kissing all over his beautiful face: his hard, angular jaw line, his chin, and his soft, full lips. I could feel his dick getting fully hard again, and so was mine. I started kissing down his muscular, slightly salty-tasting chest, flicking the tip of my tongue over his quarter-sized sensitive nipples. He groaned heavily. I loved the way he groaned. I loved the way his body gyrated under mine as I sucked his nipples and carefully bit them. 

The head of his hard dick was poking against my pubes. I licked down the center of David’s chest, over his flat stomach. He continued to moan and gasp as I continued my trek down to his base. David spread his legs apart, anticipating my next move. He placed one hand on the top of my head and brushed my hair, while at the same time pushing me down toward his desperately awaiting dick, which was already drooling precum. I nibbled on David’s musty-smelling pubes before I got to work on his cock, one because I know it drives him crazy when I do that, and secondly because I love the way his body smells when it’s unclean. 

I remember seeing him for the first time, dressed in his expensive charcoal grey Armani suit. I remembered the way he smelled the first time I met him; he was wearing some fancy cologne, the kind it would take two paychecks of mine to buy, but underneath I could smell the real him, the raw masculinity that came from him. I remember the junky bathroom in his office building, where we fucked for the first time, the toilet stall where I sniffed his nut sack before I washed it with my spit, and the sharp, musky scent of his ass before I cleaned it with my tongue. That was nearly a month and a half ago, and still it felt like it was only yesterday.

Softly I kissed the head of David’s dick, licking the tiniest drop of precum that oozed out of the slit. I covered his shaft with kisses, soft butterfly kisses, because I knew that was what he liked. His inner thighs trembled and his ball sack tightened. I covered the head of his dick with my lips and he whispered, “Fuuuccckkk..” I loved the way he sounded whenever he cursed, because to look at David, you would think he was incapable of saying bad words, because he’s so sophisticated looking and acting. 

As slowly as possible, I began to cover his dick with my mouth, taking all thick eight inches of it into my mouth, until my lips were kissing his pubes. David screamed out loud. His whole body trembled. I felt proud that I could make him feel that way. Quickly I withdrew my mouth from his dick, and just as quickly slid it back in, and he cried out again almost like a little boy. From then on I proceeded to move faster, guiding his dick in and out of my mouth with super speed. I’d never sucked a dick before with so much passion. It was almost impressive to me.

“I’ve never…..had some one do me like this before,” David managed to say between gasps and moans. I licked his large balls, sucking them, kissing them. I was sure that he was being honest when he said that nobody…including his wife had given him the kind of treatment that I was giving him. I had never done to any other man what I was doing to him. 

“Lift your legs up,” I instructed. David grinned, knowing what was coming next. He followed that I asked him to do and raised his long, muscular legs in the air. His beautiful asshole revealed itself to me. I could’ve busted a nut right then just looking at it. I went down again and started to lick his balls, and then the space right between his balls and his asshole. The hot sweatiness of his ass was really turning me on. 

“Eat my ass,” David whispered. He told me, after the second time we fucked, late at night, in some dirty alley behind the store where I worked, that nobody had ever eaten his ass out before. He had been apprehensive about it, and a bit puzzled by why I would want to put my tongue in his ass, but when he felt it, when my tongue was flicking at his asshole, an asshole that hadn’t been licked, fingered, or even touched in all his thirty-six years of life, he clearly understood why I would want to. 

I touched David’s quivering hole with the tip of my tongue. He clenched his ass around my tongue, trapping it in there. As I started to slowly lick up and down his crack, he relaxed more and his asshole started to moisten up enough for me to stick my tongue inside. I licked and spit at his asshole, driving him wild, making his entire body shudder. I loved the funky, manly smell of his ass. I loved everything about his body…I loved him. Even in the short time that we had known each other, I’d fallen for him hard. I don’t know if he realized it though.

David rolled onto his stomach, and lifted his hips, so that his bubble-shaped ass rose to meet my face. I continued to fiercely dig his awesome ass out with my tongue, getting his ass moisture all over my face. I spread his tight ass as far apart as it would go, and drove my tongue into his asshole. He screamed in pleasure, and I thought he was going to cum again but he didn’t. I dug around the constricting walls of his ass with my tongue.

“……Kyle…..fuck me,” David moaned.

The first time I had fucked him had been nearly three weeks ago, in Moonlight Park. He had surprised me by picking me up from work. It had been quiet, empty, and warm outside. Even though there had been nobody around, we still found a secluded space, next to a rose garden. We hadn’t completely undressed. David told me that he wanted to feel me inside of him. We were standing; David leaned against a tall oak tree, his back and ass facing me. 

I remembered slowly peeling off David’s slacks, revealing the skin tight, sexy, white underwear briefs, revealing the smooth, muscular ass. I remembered his sharp cry when I first put my dick into him, the incredibly warm tightness, and the rough friction. I remember the way we both came, him against the trunk of the tree, and me on the side of his leg, because he wasn’t yet ready for me to cum in his ass. 

I got on top of David, my chest sliding along his sweaty, strong back. I kissed the back of his neck and he shuddered, lifting his ass up even further. For a brief moment, I wondered what his wife looked like. I don’t know why that thought came up so suddenly, but it did. She had to be pretty. A part of me felt a bit guilty, knowing that I was taking something that belonged to someone else, but I couldn’t fight the passion I felt for this man. I placed my dick, which was hurting because it was so hard, between David’s slender asscrack. He groaned and whispered, “Fuck me” again.

His asshole was already moist from my spit and waiting for me. All I had to do was just stick it in. Over the few months that we’ve been ‘seeing’ each other, I’ve fucked him about half a dozen times, and each time is better than the last. It took a few seconds to find his penny-sized asshole with the big head of my dick. Once I did, I shoved it in swiftly, pushing about half of my nine-inch dick into David’s ass. “Fuck!!” He yelled. A second later, my whole dick was inside of him, reaching up to his base. He felt so warm, smooth, and tight inside. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before when fucking a guy. I could’ve stayed in his ass, just like this, for the rest of the week. I pulled out a little and dug right back in, very quickly and roughly, causing David to release a muffled scream into the pillow. 

“Harder,” David muttered, when he was finally able to say something.

I followed his request and started to fuck him a lot more harshly than before. The sound of our skin slapping together, the roughness of our breathing, and the strong odors of our bodies filled my small bedroom. I slid in and out of David’s tight ass, expertly, almost violently. I wanted to give him the best pounding he would ever receive in his life. I wanted to make sure that he remembered this when he was alone with his wife, in their bedroom, that whenever he fucked her, he remembered me fucking him. It was a sick thought, but it was how I honestly felt. 

David reached behind me, grabbed me by my right ass cheek and slammed me harder into his ass. After a while I didn’t have to do any work, he did all the work for me, swiveling his hips, squeezing and relaxing his ass, swallowing and spitting out my dick, making me fuck him harder. He’d improved a lot from the first time we fucked. He was a lot less restrictive now than he was before.