Thursday, April 28, 2005
greasy gay sex continued (with the gil bellows chap).
i put the condom on him, to much vocal histronics from him. as i did each step he did a sort of post-directorial role. 'ya put that condom on my dick', as i was mid-process, and quite a moan of delight too. perhaps he's a bit like me with putting on the condom, when i do it succesfully to myself (in that i maintain the hard-on) i always get just the little bit more excited because i know what follows. as i lubed him up 'grease that pole' and myself 'get that hole ready for me'. as i sat down on him 'oh your a good boy' and his whole body shuddered, legs lifting up off the bed and i felt as if i was absorbing all of him into me. now normally i need to be soft for the entrance of your cock into me, i honestly find it easier to get a dick in me when i'm soft, so i guess my body just now knows this and prepares for it. i remained hard the whole time. he was playing with my member and saying how 'beautiful my cock was' and 'a beautiful ass'. i was doing all the work as far as fucking my hole went and he drew attention to that fact as well.
i could easily have came right then and there, all over his lovely hairy chest. tell me, you men out there with the hairy chests, is it alright when i start fondling all the hairs? grabbing? shoving any body part i can into it? i was able to get one of my feet into his chest hairs while i bounced on him, but only momentarily. when i decided i was going to spin around, give him a view from behind and give me the chance to play with his feet, he tried to sit upright. i was caught off gaurd in just the slightest. he said 'i want to get up on you' and my ass instinctively clenched down on his cock. he smiled and said 'you like that'.
we rolled into the missionary without me letting go of his cock. he even grabbed the pillow and propped it behing my head (points for being nasty and a gentleman). what began with both of us on the bed turned into a slide and him being off the bed, standing. it was at this point that he would start spitting on my cock and pulling it. i wanted him to spit on my face too (hell i wanted him to step on my face as well). we would go through spats of him mercilessly pounding on me and then gentle strokes of any number of parts of my body. he laughed out loud when he saw me squirming around to watch his ass in the mirror as he fucked me. 'looks good doesn't it?' and yes it did, real good.
by this time the flimsy sheet covering the mattress was no longer covering the mattress. i was sweating up a storm and he pulled me across the bed a bit which felt like my skin ripping off of me. quicker then he expected, i was up in a flash making the bed (flashes of martha stewart doing the same thing came to me, i'll admit here and now, when poor martha went to the big house all the 'good things' i thought i could accomplish in jail really enhanced my jailhouse sex dreams). as fast as i had made that bed i was on my knees on the edge of it waiting for him to enter me again. this time the back rub he gave me while fucking me was absolutely the end all be all.
he stepped back and removed the condom. i was down on his cock in no time...
yikes, yet another pause for the cause
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