James' Arse

James' arse tastes good. We'd been out drinking. James had too many, it is true. He lay down face first on my couch and said he was fucked. I couldn't help but gaze at his arse, all sexy and small behind the blue denim. I reached around under him and undid his jeans and then pulled them off, he didn't try to stop me, not at all. Too drunk he said afterwards. I pulled his jocks down over his round arse by the elastic. I slid my fingers into his crack and pulled his hairy cheeks apart and licked his warm, brown hold. He kind of resisted once, you know, squirmed, more because it tickled that anything else. More Vodka. Another smoke. Then he is more compliant.

"I never thought I'd let someone lick my patootie..." He's smile his beautiful smile, before I'd push his face down into the cushions.

Patootie? I thought. I guess that is kind of cute. Cringe. I hope he doesn't say that again.


I licked his arse slowly, long and wet. He was still, to start with. But then he kind of squirmed, just a bit. He relaxed. Then he squirmed a bit more. He started to push back wanting more of my tongue, that's when I knew we'd be butt boys... eventually.

He's got a hot arse, have I already said that?

He lifted his hips and moved his hand underneath himself. Then his was pulling that beautiful cock.

"Oh yeah, that feels good." He pushed his arse back into my face.

I loved the warm taste of his brown velvet.

"OMG! That feels good!"

He was pushing back, splitting his cheeks wide apart. I slid my tongue into him, penetrated him with the very tip.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!"

He started to shake. "Yes, Yes, Oh yes!"

He was rubbing his crack up and down my face. I stuck my tongue out and, pretty much, allowed him to do all the movement.

"Oh yes! Fuck! Oh yes! Fuck! I'm... I'm... I'm..."

He started to shake. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna...!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" He pumped a load of creamy white spoof all over my couch.