Dicked

mirocollas:

andwotnot: Deep.

(via la4hairy)(via beercigarettesandcheapaftershave)

When he headed out the door, I was right behind him adjusting my leaking cock as I walked. He knew full well that my lust had commandeered my decision-making when he said, “I live right around the corner…”.

Once inside his place, he yanked off his shirt and started peeling off those shorts. I saw these two glorious mounds of fur and nearly creamed my briefs right there. I buried my face in that hairy ass crack even before his could free his ankles from his shorts.

Before long his ass was a sloppy wet mess — like the precum mess that my cock was floating in. I unzipped and freed that beast, which headed straight for his pucker. I pushed all the way in to the root as he caught his breath. No unnecessary words passed between us as we found our rhythm.

Looking down at his ass devouring my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

I still remember collapsing on his back as my spent dick eased out of him. Those moments set the tone for our long term relationship. It’s always a good ride and happy endings.