Up All Night
Matthew came over with meth and said he wanted to fool around. He said his arse was twitching. Clever boy, he bought viagra too.
He says he can't find a man who fucks him like I do. He says he likes the thickness of my shaft stretching him open.
“It just feels good.” I was pretty sure Matthew had already smoked a pipe.
“I find it hard to believe, a handsome young man at uni with all those horny uni guys.”
“It is true.”
He has the tightest, most amazing little arse. When I am inside it, I can feel every muscle gripping on begging to be massaged harder and deeper. The boy is a genius. Get him on his knees with his arse pointing into the air and it is like a mouth sucking. He puts his hands over the back of his head and every muscle down the length of his smooth back tenses and twitches with the intensity of my cock up hard inside him. I can make him cum without him ever touching his cock.
Anoop used to do that, cum all over me when I held him in my arms.
Matt has the nicest, thickest, hardest, fattest cocks on him too.
He's grown a beard, which juxtaposes his twinkiness in such a sexy way. For all his beefiness and smooth hairlessness, with his horse cock and his beard, and his without imperfection, he is one smoking hot boy. It is the kind of perfection you only get on a 20 year old… nineteen.
It was all kissing, and sweat, and heat, and friction, and messy, stickiness from then on. We poured ever kind of body juice all over each other for hours.
I glanced at the clock around 6am, counting down the time. I guess I noticed infrequently after that in kind hourly intervals, I seem to remember that another hour had gone with each glance. Two hours. Four hours.
We've always barebacked, Matt and I, it was always that kind of relationship. We've always been raw skin on skin. He likes my cum shot up his arse. To be fair, we've had HIV tests, twice, the two of us. He dragged me to the first one, saying he wanted to continue getting my spoof in him, and he didn't want me to get scared. His bravado makes him hot. We went to the second one, just as a matter of course. He swears he has never barebacked with anyone else, ever. I told him I would bareback back only with a boyfriend, who would only be barebacking with me.
Raw, oiled up, slippery.
He says he can't find a man who fucks him like I do. He says he likes the thickness of my shaft stretching him open.
“It just feels good.” I was pretty sure Matthew had already smoked a pipe.
“I find it hard to believe, a handsome young man at uni with all those horny uni guys.”
“It is true.”
He has the tightest, most amazing little arse. When I am inside it, I can feel every muscle gripping on begging to be massaged harder and deeper. The boy is a genius. Get him on his knees with his arse pointing into the air and it is like a mouth sucking. He puts his hands over the back of his head and every muscle down the length of his smooth back tenses and twitches with the intensity of my cock up hard inside him. I can make him cum without him ever touching his cock.
Anoop used to do that, cum all over me when I held him in my arms.
Matt has the nicest, thickest, hardest, fattest cocks on him too.
He's grown a beard, which juxtaposes his twinkiness in such a sexy way. For all his beefiness and smooth hairlessness, with his horse cock and his beard, and his without imperfection, he is one smoking hot boy. It is the kind of perfection you only get on a 20 year old… nineteen.
It was all kissing, and sweat, and heat, and friction, and messy, stickiness from then on. We poured ever kind of body juice all over each other for hours.
I glanced at the clock around 6am, counting down the time. I guess I noticed infrequently after that in kind hourly intervals, I seem to remember that another hour had gone with each glance. Two hours. Four hours.
We've always barebacked, Matt and I, it was always that kind of relationship. We've always been raw skin on skin. He likes my cum shot up his arse. To be fair, we've had HIV tests, twice, the two of us. He dragged me to the first one, saying he wanted to continue getting my spoof in him, and he didn't want me to get scared. His bravado makes him hot. We went to the second one, just as a matter of course. He swears he has never barebacked with anyone else, ever. I told him I would bareback back only with a boyfriend, who would only be barebacking with me.
Raw, oiled up, slippery.
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