Exploring Matthew
The doorbell sounded just as I'd put out my first joint. I flung the window open and waved my hand in the air, as if that would make any difference. I don't know what I was thinking, an auto-response, I guess. I've had people pull their heads back and look at me like I don't know what, surprise, amusement, like I was going to hell, or they were just entering it, when the waft of marijuana swept over them from the front door, from inside the house.
Matthew was at the door, he'd been jogging, he was only wearing a small pair of blue running shorts. His lean, muscular body was shiny with sweat, his hair damp stuck to his forehead, his smile illuminating his face.
"I'm hot," he said. Gorgeous smile, cheeky, confident.
"You are... I can see that." And you've been running.
"Running makes me horny." He tilted his head, as if he wasn't cute enough.
"And here you are." I could feel the dope hitting me, spinning my head, as if Matthew wasn't enough.
"Somehow I ended up here." Raised eyebrows.
"Come in." I'm going to eat you alive.
The sexy curve of his back slid down and filled out the roundness of his shorts. That's what I gazed at as he headed inside in front of me.
"I was so hoping you were home," he said. "I... I... I... um..." he smiled. "Want it."
I was hoping you might say that.
"Are you up for this?" I picked up the other joint I'd rolled holding it in the air.
"Sure." He ran his hand through his hair.
I lit the joint.
"You don't mind do you?"
I puffed on the joint and then handed it to him. "On the contrary."
We smoked the joint. He didn't want coffee, but he accept the offer of water.
"You didn't give me your number... the last time."
"Didn't I? I meant to."
"I was hoping you'd say that." He shrugged. "So, I thought I'd just drop by and see." He smiled.
"See what?"
"Um, see if you were keen."
Dark hair, blue eyes, handsome face, some straight couple provided him for me, is what, strangely came to mind.
I pushed him down on his arse onto the coffee table and slid his shorts right off his out stretched out legs.
"Hey, that's fast," he said.
"You wanted to see if I was keen."
I slid my hand into the leg of his trunks and played with his nuts. He lay his head back on the coffee table and groaned in pleasure. "Oh yeah," he said softly, like he could just relax now, everything was going to be fine.
He's got big balls, round and hot. I rolled them around in my palm. He looked adorable lying back there being played with.
His cock was hard, I slid it out the leg of his briefs and slid my mouth over it. It tasted of sweat & precum.
He sat up and pulled my track suit pants and jocks off in one sweep of his hand and greedily sucked my hard cock into his mouth. It felt hot, wet and warm. I pushed it down his throat, he took it all, all the way down. The boy has a throat for giving head.
There was baby oil on the table, I'd been rubbing on my elbows earlier. No, I had.
I rolled him over onto his stomach, his muscular shoulders spread out in front of him. I pulled his jocks off his bubble butt, manhandling him, he loves it. I wanted him naked. His hands gripped the far edge of the coffee table tight. He was like a naked offering to the gods. His arse cheeks were white, his tan line on the backs of his legs and his torso dark brown. I spread his legs and ran my oil lube finger down his furry crack until I felt his flesh give way to his hole and I slide my finger inside him. He moaned. "Yeah, that feels good." I slid my finger in and out of his now oiled ring. "Oh yeah, I want to be fucked so bad."
My finger was right inside him, I could feel his flesh giving way, opening up, deep inside him.
I grabbed the oil and rubbed it on my throbbing cock. I slid the head in next to my finger. "Oh yeah," he said breathlessly.
My cock was an iron rod, I lent all of my weight onto it and pushed it in further, leaving my finger inside him too.
He whimpered, kind of chocking on it. I curved my finger around into a hook above my cock. I pulled him up by it and slid my cock in underneath it, slowly, without stopping, his arse opened up like a bud blooming.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, fuuuuccckkk."
My finger and cock were both fully inside him.
He gagged on his own desire. Skin on skin, raw flesh stretching. I held them both there, he spasmed through his body, legs, butt, shoulders. He quivered with the fullness of pleasure.
He gripped the table with white knuckles and jerked his head up and down.
"aaaahhhhHHHHH!!!!!!" His moan crescendoed, like the wail of an animal in pain. Pleasure and pain. His arse was engorged. His thighs shook, vibrating from his hips.
I pulled my finger up again stretching him. His back arched, his arms stretched, the muscles in his shoulders flexed. He lay his face on the polished wood.
Matthew was at the door, he'd been jogging, he was only wearing a small pair of blue running shorts. His lean, muscular body was shiny with sweat, his hair damp stuck to his forehead, his smile illuminating his face.
"I'm hot," he said. Gorgeous smile, cheeky, confident.
"You are... I can see that." And you've been running.
"Running makes me horny." He tilted his head, as if he wasn't cute enough.
"And here you are." I could feel the dope hitting me, spinning my head, as if Matthew wasn't enough.
"Somehow I ended up here." Raised eyebrows.
"Come in." I'm going to eat you alive.
The sexy curve of his back slid down and filled out the roundness of his shorts. That's what I gazed at as he headed inside in front of me.
"I was so hoping you were home," he said. "I... I... I... um..." he smiled. "Want it."
I was hoping you might say that.
"Are you up for this?" I picked up the other joint I'd rolled holding it in the air.
"Sure." He ran his hand through his hair.
I lit the joint.
"You don't mind do you?"
I puffed on the joint and then handed it to him. "On the contrary."
We smoked the joint. He didn't want coffee, but he accept the offer of water.
"You didn't give me your number... the last time."
"Didn't I? I meant to."
"I was hoping you'd say that." He shrugged. "So, I thought I'd just drop by and see." He smiled.
"See what?"
"Um, see if you were keen."
Dark hair, blue eyes, handsome face, some straight couple provided him for me, is what, strangely came to mind.
I pushed him down on his arse onto the coffee table and slid his shorts right off his out stretched out legs.
"Hey, that's fast," he said.
"You wanted to see if I was keen."
I slid my hand into the leg of his trunks and played with his nuts. He lay his head back on the coffee table and groaned in pleasure. "Oh yeah," he said softly, like he could just relax now, everything was going to be fine.
He's got big balls, round and hot. I rolled them around in my palm. He looked adorable lying back there being played with.
His cock was hard, I slid it out the leg of his briefs and slid my mouth over it. It tasted of sweat & precum.
He sat up and pulled my track suit pants and jocks off in one sweep of his hand and greedily sucked my hard cock into his mouth. It felt hot, wet and warm. I pushed it down his throat, he took it all, all the way down. The boy has a throat for giving head.
There was baby oil on the table, I'd been rubbing on my elbows earlier. No, I had.
I rolled him over onto his stomach, his muscular shoulders spread out in front of him. I pulled his jocks off his bubble butt, manhandling him, he loves it. I wanted him naked. His hands gripped the far edge of the coffee table tight. He was like a naked offering to the gods. His arse cheeks were white, his tan line on the backs of his legs and his torso dark brown. I spread his legs and ran my oil lube finger down his furry crack until I felt his flesh give way to his hole and I slide my finger inside him. He moaned. "Yeah, that feels good." I slid my finger in and out of his now oiled ring. "Oh yeah, I want to be fucked so bad."
My finger was right inside him, I could feel his flesh giving way, opening up, deep inside him.
I grabbed the oil and rubbed it on my throbbing cock. I slid the head in next to my finger. "Oh yeah," he said breathlessly.
My cock was an iron rod, I lent all of my weight onto it and pushed it in further, leaving my finger inside him too.
He whimpered, kind of chocking on it. I curved my finger around into a hook above my cock. I pulled him up by it and slid my cock in underneath it, slowly, without stopping, his arse opened up like a bud blooming.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, fuuuuccckkk."
My finger and cock were both fully inside him.
He gagged on his own desire. Skin on skin, raw flesh stretching. I held them both there, he spasmed through his body, legs, butt, shoulders. He quivered with the fullness of pleasure.
He gripped the table with white knuckles and jerked his head up and down.
"aaaahhhhHHHHH!!!!!!" His moan crescendoed, like the wail of an animal in pain. Pleasure and pain. His arse was engorged. His thighs shook, vibrating from his hips.
I pulled my finger up again stretching him. His back arched, his arms stretched, the muscles in his shoulders flexed. He lay his face on the polished wood.
“Oh, yes, Yes, YES!”
His hard cock hung down, red like a dog in heat. His knob glistened wet, precum dripped onto the surface of the table.
"Oh my fucken god!"
I finger fucked him on top of my hard cock.
I started to slide the tip of a second finger into him, in under his tight, stretched ring. It wasn't giving easily, it was already taught.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" It was coming from deep inside him, a primal place, the beast within.
I pulled my fingers out and pushed my cock all the way into him. He flicked his head up and down. He looked hot, his lean, muscular body, tensed muscles, gripping the table with white knuckles, his small, sexy arse, completely engorged with my hard rod. He was pushing back onto me, getting the full width of my cock.
"Yeeeaaahhhh!!!, GIVE IT TO ME!
He has the hottest little hole, stretched around my throbbing shaft, as I slid it in and out of him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I pulled him back so his feet were on the ground and I fucked him hard.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"
He got his hand to his cock and furiously pulled himself, as I slammed it into him.
"Yeah! That's what I want! Yeah! That's what I want! Yeah! That's what I want!"
I pushed him back onto the table and stepped above him and speared my cock straight down into him.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"
He shook as he came, spurting his load all over the coffee table. His arse clench hard on my cock as he did. It felt unbelievably good, tight around me and I shot my load deep inside his little arse, once again.
His hard cock hung down, red like a dog in heat. His knob glistened wet, precum dripped onto the surface of the table.
"Oh my fucken god!"
I finger fucked him on top of my hard cock.
I started to slide the tip of a second finger into him, in under his tight, stretched ring. It wasn't giving easily, it was already taught.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" It was coming from deep inside him, a primal place, the beast within.
I pulled my fingers out and pushed my cock all the way into him. He flicked his head up and down. He looked hot, his lean, muscular body, tensed muscles, gripping the table with white knuckles, his small, sexy arse, completely engorged with my hard rod. He was pushing back onto me, getting the full width of my cock.
"Yeeeaaahhhh!!!, GIVE IT TO ME!
He has the hottest little hole, stretched around my throbbing shaft, as I slid it in and out of him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I pulled him back so his feet were on the ground and I fucked him hard.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"
He got his hand to his cock and furiously pulled himself, as I slammed it into him.
"Yeah! That's what I want! Yeah! That's what I want! Yeah! That's what I want!"
I pushed him back onto the table and stepped above him and speared my cock straight down into him.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"
He shook as he came, spurting his load all over the coffee table. His arse clench hard on my cock as he did. It felt unbelievably good, tight around me and I shot my load deep inside his little arse, once again.
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