1. Maternity Ward


    Date: 10/11/2018, Categories: Gay, Author: spinneroftales, Source: LushStories

    entire life even touched another male’s cock. I inhaled deeply and slowly slid back up, savoring the feel of this particular piece of human flesh, both hard and soft at the same time. I repeated the motion ten, twelve times. The size and shape of his cock made it difficult to suck from the way I was sitting. I thought it would be better if I was on my knees between his legs, but that was impossible in the car. I then returned to probing my tongue into his mouth, and sucking his into mine. He then pushed me back and started sucking my cock. He couldn’t take all of it down his throat, so he didn’t try, but instead worked over the top three fourths, moving his head around in a random motion, driving me insane. For the next half hour or more we alternated between sucking each other’s cock and kissing. I then said the first spoken words. “Let’s get in the back.” We wildly pulled off our pants and shorts, got out of the car and back into the back seat. We hadn’t even entertained the idea of security patrolling the garage. We clinched and kissed and sucked and licked. I thought of moving into a sixty-nine position, but decided I wanted to do something different. Without saying anything I pulled him so he was laying on his back the length of the seat. I then got between his legs and sucked the way I had thought to do earlier. It worked, his big fat oval cock fit nicely into my mouth. Then I moved up and over him and he opened his willing mouth and I gently fucked his face for a ...
    couple of minutes. I moved back down and lifted his legs and spit on his asshole. My cock was wet from his mouth, but I knew it would take more than that. I cleared my throat to get up some slick phlegm, but then remembered something. I got up and leaned over the front seat and opened the glove compartment. My wife had a small bottle of hand sanitizer there. I squirted that on my cock and placed the head against Marcus’ little brown asshole, and pushed. He bit his bottom lip and let out a sound of definite pain. “Do you want me to stop?” “No, you’re in now, but go slow please.” I pushed a little and then pulled back, continuing with each push to go a little further. “I’m in, all the way.” Marcus reached his hand back and felt my balls against his buttocks. We must have looked ridiculous, me still in my polo shirt, Marcus in his open white dress shirt and tie around his neck like a hangman’s noose, both of us with our shoes on. I proceeded to fuck him, slowly going out and in and slowly each time going a little faster until I was fucking at a fast pace, but not drilling him. I couldn’t believe how good his ass felt on my dick - hot and tight. I had never even thought of fucking my wife in her ass, nor any of the women I fucked before getting married. Ass-fucking was great! At least ass-fucking Marcus was. I’m sure I was making panting sounds beyond my hard breathing. With each thrust Marcus made sort of a grunt from deep down inside and occasionally whispered, “Oh God.” I was ...