Apologies if this seems rushed, I was only writing this to relieve stress, and wasn't trying to make it perfect or logical.
I work as a bartender for a local gay bar, and, although it's a fairly simple job, I always feel dirty at the end of the day. It's not because I mingle with the token gym rats who try to seduce me while proclaiming their heterosexuality--sorry Dave, I can't suck your dick, I'm married to someone who sucks mine--and end up changing my jeans two times a day, but because it gets hot in the bar, and it can get sticky from the various alcohol spills. So, every time I go home to my wonderfully horny husband, Darrel, I go straight to the shower after saying hello to him.
To be candid, I don't take showers on a strict schedule. I sometimes take one as soon as I get home, sometimes twenty minutes later, and sometimes I fuck my husband silly and then shower.The amount of time I spend showering also varies, but it does stay within a 10-15 minute range. But, when I finally do, it feels great. I will admit, it is a cathartic feeling to hop into the shower and wash all the heat and humidity off my toned, tanned body. Having all those colonies of beads of warm shower water dripping onto my body and slowly soaking me is great.
It's like this every day of the week, except when I don't work and I utilize the shower for sexual purposes like masturbating or (carefully) riding Darrel.
I got out of the shower, beads of water dripping from my dark-brown hair and racing down my body. My flaccid cock and balls awkwardly swayed in the air, not really knowing where to go. I go to the heating rack, located directly next to the shower, and grab a towel to dry myself off with.
I've always disliked drying myself off. It was such a tedious task to accomplish after showering, and it seemed to take forever. I came up with a plan to furiously scrub any part of my body that was wet. I started with my hair, since that seemed to be a water-bead fountain on the top of my head. Once I scrub until my hair is loose and half-dry, I descend down my body, working on my chest, my arms, my back, my groin, and then my legs and feet. Unfortunately, for me, I didn't scrub well enough since my hair was still dripping wet, my chest was wet, and beads of cold shower water dripped onto, and all over, my body.
Fuck, I thought, as I pulled out a stool and sat my naked self on it.
As I sat there, my mind suddenly drifted to all things homoerotic. It's fairly self-explanatory what I think about: buff guys, cocks, gay sex, all that good stuff. And then, my mind drifted to Darrel.
Darrel, my aforementioned husband, seemed to always be eager to take my cock in either of his two entrances. He was normal in public and whenever he wasn't around me, but when it was just us in our home, it seemed like all his hormones activated and the testosterone started pumping in his veins. But, right now, you could hardly tell since he was in our bedroom curled up in our king bed reading a book--I think, right now, he's reading the first entry in the Slow Horses series--but, his "pajamas" consisted of only a skimpy pair of Calvin Klein boxers, so maybe that's a hint?
I felt my cock swell up as my mind traveled through this mental passage of homosexuality. As my cock stiffened, so did my desire to jack off. It was easier to rub one out, and then go to bed with Darrel, wishing we could have sex. But, I wanted to be considerate.
I acknowledge it seems as if I look at Darrel as a mere sex object, but I promise that's not my intention. Darrel is actually a lovely man who treats me right; he's just always available for whenever I (literally) need to take a load off after a long, stressful work week, and I'm always there for when he needs all the stress from his week fucked out of him.
I comb my wet hair back with my hand, drenching it slightly. I decide to have sex with Darrel. The position I want to try is one I found online known as "The Bodyguard," and I hope it'll go well if I keep up verbal communication and consistent thrusting.
I don't even remember what I did to get to this point, but all I know is that Darrel is being held from behind in my hands as I fuck him from behind while standing.
Maybe I walked in naked, pretending to get clothes and somehow seduced him into doing it, or maybe I straight up convinced him. Either way, the reason we're both in heaven right now is ambiguous.
Darrel throws his head back onto my shoulder and lets out a groan of pleasure as I thrust my swollen cock into his asshole.
"Oh fuck, man..." he groans, "I'm losing control..."
I slowly moved my hands from his belly to his shoulders. I then wrapped one arm around his neck, and the other one around his belly so that he wouldn't flop onto the bed.
I kept thrusting, and, oh my god, this is amazing. All that pent-up anger and sexual tension from this week is being drained in this session.
"You like that, don't you?" I tease, and he breathily chuckles.
Darrel groans some more, and the thrusting makes me want to explode. I'm sure being assfucked feels like being assfucked, but doing the assfucking is just as euphoric; much like masturbating, the skin drags across the large vein in your penis, which soon cumulates into an orgasm.
I closed my mouth, trying to muffle the uncontrollable moans coming out of my mouth. Instead, I let out weird variations of "Mmmh..." that just sounded strange. So, I opened my mouth and let the moans fall out.
Darrel was panting like he was running a marathon, and so was I. I felt my orgasm approaching, and I'm sure he was too.
I stared thrusting faster, and Darrel's moans sped up and became less spontaneous. My balls clapped against his asscheeks, making that infamous clapping sound that every man either laughs at or gets turned on by.
Darrel stroked himself, almost as if it was a race to see who would cumulate first.
I thrust.
"Oh, fuck me..."
I looked down at the beautiful movements of my cock going in and out of his ass. In and Out. In and Out. In and Out. It's a weird sight, but it's a great reminder that my sex life has reached this point.
Darrel jacked himself off fast, as he moaned long and hard like a pornstar.
I exhaled, almost whistled, as shocks of pleasure shot through my body. I threw my head back, and exhaled exhilaratingly.
Much to my surprise, Darrel's load bubbled out of his cock and shot onto his chest. He let out a gasp of pleasure.
I moaned, sighed, and gasped as I finally came. My cum was released into his ass, and he sure felt it.
We both collapsed onto the bed, panting hard.
And then, it's a blur of my cum dripping out of his ass after that.