We met when starting secondary school and just hit it off from day one. I’m not sure which of us was the first to shoot his load or quite when we made it a joint venture together. Lunch breaks became wank breaks. A loose group developed, that storeroom got plastered with cum, but we always paired up again. We had summer holidays together for several weeks each year. I think we were fifteen when wild camping on a wet day we discovered the joys of anal sex. We’d talked about it and finally got to it with the aid of skin cream for lube. That first day was mind blowing! Over many years we have managed to keep up an occasional liaison despite all the machinations of life.
Steve was due to arrive for the weekend, I was running a bit late, showering and washing out my bum. I inserted a tampon to soak up the remaining wet, pulled on a slinky pair of silk briefs as I heard the back door rattle. S. was making a drink when I got downstairs. A powerful hug, a whiff of roses, I squeezed his bum, our bulges connected, we ground them together. Clothes came off pretty quick. He was wearing a slick pair of running shorts well tented at the front. I eased them down to find a sports jock filled solid with cock and balls. And, we are both well hung but he has a pair of nuts like the proverbial plums in a hanging sac to match, often extended by a ball weight. I knelt in homage and swallowed his head. A sweet salty taste of pre cum. And I knew I was leaking well. He stripped me then, hauled back my skin, something I have much more of that he, and tongue lashed my head.
I’d turned up the heating in the bedroom. On the bed, naked on our sides, toe to toe, respective cocks in mouth. Magic, much practised but still great. I knew I wouldn’t last. He pulled and twisted my balls with great expertise, I blew in no time, he matched my spasms to perfection. He withdrew from my mouth then, I knew what he wanted and rolled on my front, grabbed a cushion to raise my pelvis. I felt the exploring fingers spreading my bum and tension on the tampon string. Clenched my bum to deny extraction. He pinched my cheek, I relented. Came the slippery sensation of vaseline, our favourite lasting lube. He entered me gently then thrust home hard all the way. He humped me fast, I responded by bucking back at him. Then he was pumping his juice, I matched his action getting light headed with the sensation of being fucked by an expert. We let the aftermath settle for a few minutes, still connected.
He rolled off me in time, I pulled up the cover we lay together for a while, just enjoying warm affection of companionship after many months. He turned toward me, I reached round and gripped his cheek feeling the indentation of an old scar. Then a little further to caress his smooth cunny with a finger tip. ‘Later!’ ‘My turn to top’. ‘You fit for it?’ ‘Try me !!’ It was to be an epic weekend.
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