"Wazzup, Dawg?" G Man asked me, smiling so big he lit up the porch. "Come on into my crib, Man!" he beckoned, standing aside.
I shuffled in after giving him the ghetto handshake we'd developed in college. He still remembered all five moves. I grinned, but was still nervous. G Man (his real name was Eugene Tyson McWilliams) had called me outta the blue, explaining he'd seen my name in the paper as one of the board members of Brother to Brother, an AIDS awareness program directed at men of color in the community. I didn't even know he was in town. We'd been more than roommates in college, but after we'd graduated, he got a job in Chicago and I returned to Seattle. He was in marketing; I was in finance, so we attended some of the same classes, but not many. It was the action back at the apartment that kept us close.
Contact had been pretty regular for the first few months after graduation, but then new friends, new jobs, and distance cooled the relationship. I thought there was more going on between us than he did, as I was the one who tried to keep the correspondence going by e-mail, but he didn't keep up his end of the chat, so I stopped trying.
But, here we were, four years later and back in the same town again. I'd gotten the call yesterday from him, suggesting that we kick it this evening for dinner and a movie at his condo on Queen Anne Hill. My expectations for the evening were mixed up and confusing. We had a mad thing going with each other in college for two years. I bottomed for him every chance I got and he took advantage of my hungry ass almost daily. It was beneficial to both of us, I thought. Most of the time, he treated our couplings as just sex. To me, it was more than that. When I got some booze or weed in him though, his inhibitions crashed and he was all over me like I was the best sex he'd ever had and the love of his life, including kissing and blowing me.
But, when he was sober and wanted sex, he'd eat my ass and fuck me until he came. Generally, he didn't care if I nutted or not. It was all about his need to get off. He wouldn't let me kiss him or suck my dick (unless he was toked). He was okay with us eating out each other's black ass, but, I was the only one who swallowed loads. In that, he never reciprocated.
And he NEVER offered his ass to fuck. I'd tried several times to mount him, but he always told me that he didn't do "that shit." I guess it was too gay for him.
G Man was clearly bisexual when we were in college. He'd have dates with women, generally scoring with them, but always coming back to the apartment afterwards and getting his nut off with me. That's not to say that he didn't nut with them, but he told me countless time that the bitches never let him cut loose and really fuck. I asked him what he meant and he said that they never let him bareback or shove his monstrous 10" dick all the way in like he did with me.
They were probably being smart and I was the idiot. I loved him enough to bareback with him all the time, and I certainly didn't mind at all when he powerfucked my hungry black ass with his horsedick. I loved how deep he'd go and how much his thick phallus would spread my love tunnel. G Man always got a good ride with me.
However, that was four years ago and I had no idea what he'd been doing since. Nor did he know what and whom I'd been doing, either. I'd had a parade of boyfriends through my apartment, none of them lasting more than a month, most of them only a weekend. Because I'm black, all the white boys thought I should have a huge dick like G Man's, but I don't. It's only 8". Even the few who wanted my ass didn't seem to want it for long. They were serial monogamists, too. They were on to the next conquest within a week, just like I was. No matter how good they were, I was always comparing them to G Man.
"What could I get ya to drink?" he asked interrupting my reverie. "You still a white wine freak?" I nodded and blushed. He remembered well. "Comin' right up, Ty." He reached into his refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of German Riesling. I wondered if it would be too sweet, but G knew my tastes. He poured himself a glass, too. It wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was very good and I told him so.
"So, what you been doing since college, G?" I asked. We hadn't really covered that when he called me yesterday.
"Workin' for the Man," he sighed. "What about you?"
"Keepin' busy, tryin' to keep the bruhs from catchin' the bug."
"Yeah, I saw that you're on the board," G acknowledged. "What turned you on to that?"
"There was a job ad that I caught for accounting types, so I applied. They hired me and then the place got folded into two other non-profit outfits and I moved to the top of the food chain. Shit floats, I guess," I smirked.
"Nah, Man! You always were a smart guy. I'll bet you're practically running the place with your skills," he said.
"Well, they do rely on me a lot to do their grant writing and accounting, with keepin' the Feds happy and the donors givin' and all," I agreed.
"You still gay?" he blurted out.
"Yeah," I laughed. "You?"
He blanched, but then smiled. It was an old conversation. What we did in college was about as gay as you could get. Only in his mind was he not gay. Everything we'd done screamed it. He hadn't swallowed a load from me or gotten fucked, but I knew a lot of men who didn't do one or the other or both, but they were still bangin' men at every opportunity. Perhaps, they considered themselves on the Down Low, but that's just the lies they tell themselves to live with it.
"Probably," he finally answered.
That was a shocker. He'd never admitted to being gay. In fact, he'd protested so loudly that I seldom brought it up, even when he was eatin' my ass or poundin' my butt into the mattress.
"Wow! G, that's some admission," I managed to say. "When did you figure that out?"
"About the time I moved here, I guess," he breathed heavily. "Ya see, I was workin' the other side of the street as soon as I got into Chitown. I had a string of ladies that I'd date, a few I scored with, but none of them really satisfied me. It wasn't that I was into something too kinky for them. They all loved me eatin' out their goodies before I mounted them, but none of them would do it bare and none of them would take it all the way. Only a couple of them gave me head, but never took the load. I had the worst case of blue balls you've ever seen," he admitted.
"That's bad, Man!" I agreed. "None of those bitches wanted that horsedick?"
"Oh, they'd want it until I started to give it to them. Then, they'd shy away from it when it got real big. You know how I get," he smiled looking down at the floor. Yeah, I knew. When he got real hard, his dick was like a battering ram. Not only was it thick and long, but it was a weapon. I'm sure they didn't mind how thick it was, but the length was probably an issue for them. Both were issues for me, too, but only for the first couple of times. After that, it was heavenly. I smiled remembering how good it was and sighed contentedly. "What's that smile about?" he asked, knowing full well what it was.
"Uh, just reminiscing," I croaked out, embarrassed that he knew me so well.
"Yeah? You liked what we did?" he pressed. I nodded and met his gaze. "Wanna catch up?"
I didn't reply, but he knew he had me. He took my glass and pulled me into the bedroom. G started taking off my clothes, spending a lot of time feelin' up my ass. "It's even better than I remember it," he whispered in my ear as he pushed down my shorts. I stepped out of my pants and shorts and kicked off my shoes. The shirt had been lost in the hallway. I bent slightly to remove my socks, but he was quick and squatted behind me. He cupped my tight bubble butt in his big hands. "Yeah, better," he reiterated.
I hesitated a moment, then stripped the other sock off, but remained bent over. In fact, I bent a little farther. I knew what he wanted. His face touched my right ass cheek and he kissed it tenderly. He quickly moved to the other cheek and kissed it, too. He then kissed the end of my tailbone and slithered his tongue down my ass trench. I bent over farther and spread my legs more.
"Fuck! You're HELLA hot!" he moaned as his hands spread my ass cheeks and the tip of his tongue touched my tight pucker. I moaned with pleasure and placed a hand on the back of his head, encouraging him more. His lips pressed against my ass lips and his tongue slithered inside. Yeah, just like I remember, too, G!
He tongue fucked me ravenously, sniffing and snorting at my hole as he loaded it with his spit. I pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back into him harder. His hand slipped between my legs and gently stroked my hard, precum-dripping dick. He knew what turned me on and how close I'd get to climax with his face in my asshole. G Man knew every button to push and how hard to push it.
He stood behind me and wiped his dripping dickhead against my pucker, pushing gently, but not penetrating. "You have no idea how much I wanna fuck you bare, Ty," he groaned. "But, you don't know what I been doing these last four years. I know I'm negative, but you don't."
"And I work for an AIDS awareness organization, so I couldn't let you do it, either, much as I want to, too," I agreed. I crawled up on the bed on all fours and wiggled my ass at him temptingly. "Condoms in the drawer here?" I motioned toward the night stand on the right side of the bed. He nodded as he moved on to the bed behind me and resumed eating my ass. I pulled a rubber out of the drawer and handed it to him. I noticed it was a Magnum brand, the big ones. Yeah, my man G is a horse-hung stallion.
I heard the foil packet tear and felt him fumble with putting the condom on his throbbing dick. His face was still in my ass. The man did love to eat ass. I never could figure out how he squared that with his protestations that he wasn't gay. I've never heard of any man who ate manhole who wasn't gay. Straight men eat pussy, maybe asshole too. But, manhole? I don't think so!
He moved in behind me and pressed his bagged dick against my eager hole. I collapsed my shoulders on to the bed, so my ass was high in the air and hungrily opened for his assault. I spread my legs a little more, so he could get a clear shot at me. The big head of his monster slipped easily inside. He held his breath as if he were trying to avoid a climax. We'd been in this position before and he'd lost it right here. But, I'd been chewing on his dick with my ass muscles, so I had effectively pushed him over the edge into a shattering climax. I wanted this ride to last longer, much longer. I really needed this after four nearly empty years.
Honestly, I'd had a couple of dicks bigger than his, but the guys using them were so inept, I had to do all the work. Essentially, I had to sit on their dicks and bring them off. They couldn't fuck for shit! They thought that having a big dick was enough, that they didn't have to do more. I knew better, even if they didn't. G Man certainly knew better.
More inches of thick dick slipped into me. I winced at the invasion. It'd been at least a year since I'd taken a dick the size of his monster. He pulled back slowly and pushed forward again and again. Slowly, he sank all the way in until I could feel his pubic hair crushing against the tender lips of my asshole. I sighed contentedly. I could still take his donkey dick. Hopefully, this wasn't the last time, either.
His dick jerked inside me three times. That had always been his way of letting me know I had it all and that he was gonna pound me good until he nutted. But, this time, he leaned over my back and kissed my neck and ears as he slowly withdrew to the thick head and slowly plunged back in. With long, deep strokes in and out of my ass and tender kisses on my neck, he made love to me.
How did this happen? What's gotten into this man who used to use me as his private cum dump? I wasn't complaining! But, it was such a departure from what I'd remembered of our fevered couplings in college.
"You like it?" he breathed hotly into my ear.
"Oh, fuck yeah, G Man! No one fucks as good as you do," I assured him.
He kissed me on the neck and nibbled my left ear. His hot breath made me shiver with delight. "Let's get tested so we can do this bareback, Baby," he suggested. I moaned an agreement, willing to agree to just about anything to keep his big dick up my ass.
He rode higher on my back, fucking down into my ass. I knew he loved doing that. It made his dick harder and my ass tighter somehow. He didn't increase the pace, but I knew he was getting dangerously close to his climax. His breathing was ragged, his dick was hard as steel and jerking inside me, and his thrusts into me were punctuated with his hands pulling my hips into each powerful lunge.
"I'm gonna nut!" he warned in a strangled whisper. I spread my ass wider and worked every internal ass muscle I had. I wanted him to remember why he loved to fuck me. With one savage thrust, he held my ass against his hips and shot heavy squirts of jizz into the capturing condom. His body jerked hard with each climax wave as he flopped on my back totally out of control. His climaxes always did render him boneless (except for the massive bone up my ass).
My hands held his clenching ass cheeks, feeling the power in them as he squirted more of his baby batter into the condom. I smiled again when I recalled how often I felt him climax inside me bareback in college. His shots of man seed warmed my guts, feeling like jets of warm batter squirting into me. I loved that feeling.
He collapsed on to my back, panting and jerking as the last vestiges of his climax finally waned. "You've gotten better," he finally said.
"So have you," I smiled over my shoulder. "You make love now, G, not just fuck. When did that happen?"
"Just now."
"Yeah?"
He nodded and squeezed me tightly against his chest. His dick jerked inside me again. "I'd better pull out before I lose the condom inside you," he finally sighed.
We decoupled and flopped on to the bed next to each other. He rolled off the condom, wound it a couple of times and tied a knot in it. Then, he tossed it over my chest into the trash. I rolled on to my stomach and fished it out of the trash, biting off the end and sucking his jizz down my throat.
"Damn, Baby! That's kinky," he laughed, kissing my ass again while I remained on my stomach sucking the last dribbles of cum from the spent condom.
His tongue darted between my ass cheeks and I felt the wet oral digit descend into my fucked hole. "Who's being kinky now?" I laughed back at him.
"I've often wondered what it would be like to nut in your ass and eat my load out," he admitted. "That's pretty weird, isn't it?"
"Not as weird as licking your dick off after you've fucked me. Remember how I used to do that all the time, clean your dick off that way?"
He grinned broadly. "Yeah, I remember very well. That's what made me wonder what it would be like to eat your ass after I loaded it up." He moved closer, then, he kissed me. I was astonished. I still had his cum in my mouth and he was working his tongue around inside, searching for it!
"Damn, G! You're full of surprises," I finally sputtered when we broke the kiss.
He grinned again and said, "Watch this!" G turned around and rolled me on to my back. He sat on my face (which he knew I loved) and started sucking my hard dick. He sure wasn't drunk on a partial glass of wine, so was he hitting the weed? I didn't think so. None of the signs were there. But, right now, I didn't care. His wet mouth on my throbbing dick felt good!
He blew me for a few moments more before he pulled off and said, "Hand me a condom from the drawer, Ty." I know I looked perplexed, but I dug out another condom and handed it to him. G Man was a great fuck, but his recovery wasn't that fast. Maybe, he'd been training himself to get it up again faster than before. But, with his ass in my face, I couldn't tell if he had his erection back.
When he turned, I checked him out. No, his dick wasn't hard.
He ripped the foil from the packet and began applying the condom to my dick! "What's happenin', G?" I wondered.
"You're gonna fuck me," he replied matter-of-factly.
"Uh, G? You ever done this before?"
He shook his head to the negative. "Nope."
"You sure you wanna do this?" I hedged.
He looked me in the eye and smiled. "I've never wanted anything more in my life, Ty." He reached over me and snared a small squirt bottle of lube. "I understand that I have more control in this position as to how fast and how far your dick goes up my ass," he added, applying a generous amount of the lube to my bagged dick and even more lube to his virgin hole.
"Man, I'm kinda big; certainly not by your standards, but your ass is gonna know," I warned him.
"I gotta find out, Ty, and you're the one I want to bust my cherry," he said firmly.
He squatted over my 8" tower of manhood and pressed it against his tight pucker. The head popped in and he winced, his face screwed up in searing pain. "Fuck!" he exploded, pulling away and massaging his asshole with two fingers.
"The first time always stings," I soothed. "Take it slower. The next time will be easier."
"Damn, that more than stings!" he hissed. "How can you take my big dick up your ass?"
"With lube and practice," I answered directly. "Your ass feeling better yet?"
He nodded and squatted again. His face was screwed up tight, like he knew it was going to hurt again. "You're too tense," I warned him. "You gotta relax. Let me massage your hole for a couple of minutes. Maybe I can loosen it up that way." I rubbed a finger over his tight pucker until it relaxed a little. Then, I slipped a finger inside and moved it around, reminding him every few seconds to relax. A second finger slipped in and he reacted only slightly. "More lube," I directed. G had been stroking my dick lightly, keeping it hard for his ass. He added more lube to my dick and to his ass.
"Okay. I think I'm ready to try again," he smiled tentatively.
He aimed my dick at his ass and I pulled my two fingers from his hole. My dick slipped in easily. His ass lips clamped down tight. "Relax," I reminded him. The death grip on my dick eased and I slid two more inches into him. A smile spread over his face. "Yeah, that's it, nice and slow," I soothed.
"Do that again!" he whispered hoarsely. "My dick jerked hard." I pulled back a little and pushed in again. "Oh, yeah!" he crooned as he bounced lightly on my thick dickhead, loving how my flared knob rubbed gently over his prostate. "Damn, Baby! You'll have me cumming again. This is good!"
I smiled up at him. His tight ass lips and chute muscles chewed hungrily at my dick, gradually sucking most of my hard dick into him. He relished how deeply he was able to take me, but always returned to rocking and bouncing on the thick head of my phallus. His closed eyes and broad grin spoke volumes of the pleasure he was enjoying.
"Let's try flipping you over and going for missionary position," I suggested. He flipped on to his back and I re-entered him. His smile grew broader as his ass ate more dick inches. But, I was grimacing, trying to hold back. The change in position caused me to fuck down into him instead of up. That made all the difference.
With a suddenness that surprised both of us, I grabbed his hips and rammed deep. My back arched and my full nuts kicked. I was nutting hard. I never wanted to stop cumming deep in his very tight, virgin ass. Wave after wave of sperm jetted into the condom as my nuts bucked and sprayed. Without the condom, I know I'd have filled him up. It'd been three days since I'd pumped out a creamy load.
His hands pulled on my ass, urging me to fuck him harder and faster. His dick flopped wetly on his abs as I powerfucked his eager, virgin asshole. Slimy precum oozed from his dick as my thick baby-maker plundered his prostate.
I leaned in and kissed him softly. He returned the kiss, with his hands still pulling me hard into him. "I knew it would be good with you," he finally sighed as our lips parted. I pulled out slowly, holding the condom in place so it wouldn't leak. "Your next load goes in my mouth," he promised. I kissed him again, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the trash.
My hard body lay atop him as he lowered his legs. "You're a natural," I smiled. "But, this monster dick isn't gonna be wasted with my dick up your ass every time we fuck," I promised. "I remember very well how good it feels inside me."
"We gotta get tested, Ty," he insisted. "I need to feel you nut inside me, just like you felt me fill you up when we were in school."
"I got tested a month ago," I assured him. "I got the paperwork around here somewhere. But, I've been with a couple of guys at the gym since then, so I need to be tested again for your sake."
"We could go together tomorrow at lunch time. Can you get away?" G Man asked.
"I'm sure I can," I responded. "At the county Health Department clinic downtown?"
He nodded. "Call me if you're running late. Want me to pick you up?"
"Nah, it's only a couple of blocks from where I work. I'll meet you in the lobby downstairs at five after."
"I can't wait. I really wanna get with you again and again," G Man purred nuzzling my neck. "You better than anyone I've ever been with. Too bad I didn't see it when we were in college and were fuckin' roommates!"
"You were doin' the fuckin' and I was lovin' every inch of it!" I crowed.
"How come you let me use you like that?"
"It was great sex. Why not let you use me for your sexual gratification? I was enjoying the hell out of it."
"Didn't you want more?"
"Of course, I did. But, I knew you weren't where you could give it to me. I knew what it was and I was okay with it," I insisted. "I'd still test you, though, to be sure you hadn't changed your mind," I laughed.
"Yeah, I remember those times. What a dummy I was."
"Hindsight is 20/20," I sighed. "And your hindsight," I added patting his ass, "is sure looking like it needs some quality seeding as soon as we get tested!"
The next day, we got tested. I hated blood draws. They could never find the vein, nearly always hit a tendon instead, and I almost always passed out. What a pussy! But, this time, I managed to keep my wits about me and didn't keel over. However, I was very close to blacking out, when they said I was done and pressed a cotton ball against the wound. I pressed my finger against it while they prepared a band-aid to put over it. That extra time allowed me not to tip over when I stood up. I'm sure I was grey as a ghost, but managed to smile at G Man when I went back to the waiting room.
"Results in 20 minutes," he reminded me. I smiled weakly and sat down hard beside him. "You don't look so good," he said, stating the obvious.
"I'm a bad patient when it comes to blood draws," I confessed. "You might as well know, I nearly always pass out."
"Poor baby," he consoled, patting my hand. "You okay?"
"Yeah, this time I didn't black out, but I was sure close to it. I warned them it might happen again, so they were ready for me. They had me lying down instead of sitting in a chair."
"Good idea. I'm sure they've done this many times before," he added reassuringly. "I knew a guy who would faint out anytime he saw blood, even a small scratch, he'd be out like a light. Big fucker, too!"
"Takes all kinds, I guess."
We nervously paged through magazines awaiting our results. When his name was called, he rose and went with the counselor. I was called a couple of minutes later. My results were negative again. I asked if I could bareback and he said no. Never bareback! But, I told him it was monogamous. How much can you trust him, the counselor asked. Completely, I thought. Still, his question worked in the back of my mind. Could I? Maybe for the first few weeks I could, but what about after that? If he went to the same kind of gym I did, there were all kinds of temptations there that sucked, fucked, and rimmed in the sauna or steam room. And I'd been one of the participants many times! They weren't exactly discriminating when it came to condom usage. And what kind of example was I setting when I worked for an agency that told my bruthas to bag it, every time?
When I met G back in the waiting room, he was all smiles. But, that changed rapidly when he saw my face. "Bad news?" he ventured.
"Uh, oh, no, good news, but I'm thinking about my position at the agency and what we preach there. And here I am gettin' ready to ignore it and bareback with you," I sighed. "I shouldn't take loads from anyone."
"Well, I'm disappointed, but you're right," G Man agreed.
"I hate being right!" I exclaimed.
"Better than being dead!" G Man countered.
"Well, I know right now that both of us are negative, so we could, if we wanted to," I ventured.
"You know I want to, Ty! Let's talk about it tonight. I'll fix dinner and we'll discuss it," G suggested.
"You're on!" I agreed.
After dinner, we lay in bed, discussing our immediate future. We were slowly jacking each other. I definitely had the better deal with his huge dick. I'd already decided that afternoon that we were going to bareback. I knew if I delayed the decision until I had him in my arms, I'd bareback for sure.
I had talked to one of my best friend who worked in the agency. He encouraged me to do what I thought was right and to do it now. Later would take the decision out of my hands as G Man would have had too many opportunities to fuck around. After reviewing the pros and cons with G again, I announced that I was ready to fuck bareback with him. He grinned at me and said, "Who takes it first?" I shrugged and suggested that I'd probably nut if he started fucking me first. "What position you want me in, then?" he asked.
"I wanna start you on your hands and knees so I can eat out that beautiful ass and flood it with my baby batter," I whispered hoarsely. Just the thought of tapping his muscle ass again was making my dick drip precum.
G moved into position and I knelt on the floor to get a good angle on that incredible muscle butt of his. I breathed hotly on his ass trench and kissed both cheeks before I rocketed my tongue into his tight pucker. He winced, but relaxed quickly after the sudden assault. I reached between his legs and gently stroked his hard dick, then kissed his full nuts. He moaned as loudly as I did.
My hands pulled his glutes apart and speared my tongue into his hole again and again. When his love chute relaxed and finally opened slightly, I ran my oral digit around his ass lips. The more I rimmed him, the more he pushed his ass into my face.
After a few more minutes, I stood behind him and pressed my bloated 8" dick against his soaked manhole. Again, G Man pushed back into me. My thick dickhead popped through the tight opening and his ass lips clamped tightly behind the head. I held motionless while I allowed him time to get used to my thickness again. Just to be sure, I added a few drops of lube to ease the entry. He sighed as more inches descended into his love canal.
When my wiry pubes pressed against his stretched opening, he groaned and grabbed my ass to pull me in tightly. My dick jerked and leaked more precum. Yeah, bareback is HOT! This was turning me on so much that it was likely I'd not get much time in the saddle. A condom dulls sensitivity to some degree. This was the Full Monty!
I leaned over his back and kissed his neck and ears like I had last night. He purred with pleasure. My rhythm was leisurely. I didn't want to nut too fast. Both of us needed to enjoy our first barebacking session as much as possible. If I weren't careful, I'd enjoy it too much and cream his hole instantly.
"You're the best fuck I've ever had," G Man moaned.
"I'm the ONLY fuck you've ever had," I reminded him.
"Well, this is even better than last night when you took my virginity, then."
I laughed at his parsing. "What makes it better?" I wondered aloud.
"It feels different, smoother, more intimate, and I'm not as afraid of the pain as I was yesterday. This is love-making the way men should do it all the time," he began. "It's just hard to explain, I guess. This just feels better somehow."
I let that pass, trying not to concentrate on the signals my dick was sending me. My need to seed, though, was building. I tried to concentrate on kissing his neck and ears. But, that only elicited moans and ass gyrations from him. I warned him to stop working his ass against my dick, but he only looked over his shoulder and grinned at me. Clearly, I wasn't going to be able to hold out. Finally, I gave in, telling myself that there would be more times tonight to ride his hungry ass longer.
"Ah, FUCK!" I bellowed. "Gonna cum!" My dick raced into his ass as my hands held his ass hard against my hips. I felt my nuts kick and my dick jerk. Sperm raced down the length of my dick and sprayed deep and hard into G Man.
"Dayum! I can feel your nut jet into me. This is so fuckin' GREAT!" he roared. "Fuck me, Man. Pound my butt. BREED ME!"
I was so out of control as I seeded him that I couldn't coherently complete a sentence or a phrase. I couldn't recall ever cumming that hard or that much. My dick fired again and again, adding more dick gravy to his welcoming ass. Waves of climax crashed over me. I couldn't stop my hips from pumping him deeper and harder as more sperm jetted up his butt. His hands on my ass urged me to fuck him faster and harder. He couldn't get enough of what I was serving up.
We collapsed on to the bed. G Man stretched out beneath me, my hard dick still firing into him as I spasmed helplessly on his back. My hips kept thrusting. Even though my nuts were probably empty, my libido wanted to force ever drop of baby gravy into him. More shudders raged through my body. G kept his hands on my ass, not letting me pull out. With barebacking, there was no point in pulling out. The sperm was already inside him, delivered deep and warm.
Our panting and moaning subsided, but I didn't move off his back, nor did he want me to. This was the way man-to-man sex was supposed to be conducted. No small wonder that the brothers I was trying to reach in our program continued to bareback with strangers on the DL. I knew now why our agency didn't have a very good record in convincing men who had sex with men to always wear a condom. This barebacking felt so much better. It gave me a better perspective, but I wasn't thinking about that at the moment. My only thoughts were about how much I enjoyed finally barebacking the man who had sprayed so much nut juice into me when we were in college. Payback was great!
Eventually, I rolled off him. He was immediately up on his hands and knees, swooped in and sucked my deflating dick into his mouth. I tried to push him away because of sensitivity, but he wouldn't budge. He only sucked less ardently. I could deal with that.
I told him to turn around so I could lick his ass. He instantly obeyed. My tongue snagged a few dribbles of my load that had leaked from his well-fucked manhole. It tasted like fresh dick cream with a hint of ass. I loved that combination. That's why I'd always cleaned off his dick after he'd nutted in my ass when we were in college. This tasted a little different because it was a different ass, my ass!