He has enjoyed my sucking him off, but like lots of men who go out for sex he wants more. He whispers in my ear, "Suck me again please. I want to fuck you." I am all for both of those desires of his.
I lean over, suck his cock to raging hardness, full flow pre-cum leaking. I pull off his delicious meat with a slurp and whisper back to him, "Let's go to the men's room or back of the theater so you can fuck me."
We make it to the back of the theater. I lean face forward against the wall, pull my trousers, underwear down, reach back and offer my hot, tight, cumfilled hole to him.
He eases his big, black cock up me until his balls-filled, wiry-haired sack presses against mine. "Oooh, ungh, yeah," I grunt. He is such a good fucker. He wriggles his hot, stiff cock in me, humps probing deeper. Then he eases back and sets up a steady fuck rhythm. He fucks, fucks and fucks his cock into me, back and forth, sliding it smoothly deep inside and out until only his fat, mushroom crown is still inside me, stretching and pulling at my orifice. On the in strokes he slides that thick helmet over my prostate.
My cock is running pre-cum. He reaches around, strokes my cock making me cum. As I cum, my ass clamping and releasing on his cock he pumps a hot load of creamy cum up my ass, deep inside me. I gasp, writhe, stifle my grunts of pleasure.
Then I whisper to him my phone number. He tells me he has it and will call me. I tell him please do, I want more of your cock, more of your fucking my mouth and ass, fucking me on a bed, doing me right, giving me more of your cock and cum. |