This morning after hanging for about 1.5 hours with a nudist bud of mine over coffee, a massage (and mutual blow jobs), I was ready to meet my 12 o'clock massage client. He gifted me with the black Victoria's Secret panties you see pictured above. He had a thickish dick that shot a neat, chunky load. I brewed a second round of coffee as he dressed and chatted. As soon as he left, I had about 20 minutes to shower and clean up (and clean out) before S came over. He and I met at Main Street Video back in the summer. We fucked each other raw in one of the booths. He shot a huge load inside me, then took me to rehearsal in Watertown. (Such a gentleman.) We hadn't hooked up again since that first time, but as soon as we were standing naked together in my living room, I was happy to see that big dick again with the mushroom head. I rode that dick to ecstasy. I popped half a viagra in the middle of our session when it was time for him to ride me. He enjoyed it, but clearly topping was what he was most inclined to do this afternoon. So he laid me on my back and drove that thick steel rod to the balls. If our neighbors were in the apartment below, they got an ear full. I couldn't help it. He was stroking my soft, wet insides hard and strong. Even when I'm topping, I love a bottom to fucking DOMINATE my dick. This dude was dominating my butthole and all I could do was hold onto him and howl. Naturally the forward thrusts made me gasp, but I even twitched, tingled and got goosebumps over the backward suction he created each time he pulled back. My butt was soaked with pre-jizz and lube. I was holding onto the side of his head and his neck like a flotation device in a sea of bliss. I'm fairly certain that if I'd had a pussy, I'd have gushed all over the fucking walls. At one point, he went down to attempt to fist me at my request (we didn't get very far on that one), as well as to spit on my dick. When he brought his face back up to mine, there was a long string of saliva hanging from his lips. FUCK! I love it when sex is so primal you don't give a fuck about how you look, how much noise you make or whatever thing you might've knocked over and broken in the process. As his orgasm mounted, I looked into his eyes, ran my fingers through his short waves and told him how much I loved his hair, his lips, his body next to mine, his energy and that I was going to love his load inside me just as much. Then he picked up the pace and shot crazy kids inside me. As he relaxed, I cradled him in my arms close, nuzzled his neck, wrapped my legs around him and held him inside me.
