Real Estate Broker
Chapter 1
On a sunny, warm day in mid-May, I had "open house" duty. As it was my new listing, I had no choice in the matter. This was the first Sunday since I signed the agreement with the home owner to list the home with my company. In my opinion (and I'd voiced it several times), the house was overpriced by at least $80,000. But, the homeowner has the right to demand any price they want, so I was duty-bound to abide by their wishes. I was also required not to say anything about how overpriced it was to anyone, or even admit that it might be.
And on this beautiful Sunday, I'd put up the signs directing people to the house and the hours that the house would be open. I'd had a few of the neighbors drop in, look the house over, and marvel at how overpriced it was. It was like a running joke with all of them. But, I put on a brave face and asked them to suggest the house to their friends who liked the neighborhood. They were universal in agreeing that it was a nice neighborhood, but the house was overpriced. It would only delay the eventual sale. I'd made that point to the owners, but they didn't want to hear it. Thus, there were no real prospects of selling it.
I was about to admit defeat and close the open house early at 2:30, even though it was supposed to go for another half hour. But, I was rewarded for my patience when a strikingly handsome man walked through the open door. He was taller than me (I'm 6'4" and he's 6'7"), his skin was only marginally darker than mine, and he had another 30 pounds on me. I could tell he was in great shape from the way his muscles rippled when he walked. I couldn't help but notice that his low-hanging, knee-length nylon shorts had a pronounced dick print. His smile greeted me and I nearly melted. What a specimen! I finally found my voice and welcomed him to the open house. I gave him a quick overview of the features of the house and suggested that he take his time wandering through the rooms. "And please let me know what you think afterwards," I called after him once I'd handed him the flyer that detailed the house and the price.
A few minutes later, he came back into the living room and handed the flyer back to me. "A nice house, in the right neighborhood, but not what I'm looking for," he concluded.
"What are you looking for?" I smiled. He looked me over with more than casual interest, spending more time that most men would on my crotch. Even with my dress slacks on, my dick did bulge the fabric. If you looked, you couldn't help but see it.
"Well," he said, dragging his gaze away from my crotch, "I'm looking for four bedrooms, not three, and at least two and a half baths, not one and a half. I need about 3000 square feet, but if it is laid out right, it could be a little less. The bathrooms and kitchen must be updated. I don't want to spend time and money remodeling the most expensive part of a house. Additionally, air conditioning would be a plus, as would solar panels on the roof. However, location is the most important criteria of all. I have several neighborhoods in mind, and will NOT consider any others," he added definitely.
"What kinda of price range you we looking at?" I asked, trying very hard not to take another look at the dick print in his shorts that I swear had gotten longer and thicker.
"Somewhere between $800,000 and $1,000,000 would probably get me what I want," he answered.
"Are there family members involved in this that I'd need to please, too, like a wife and kids?"
"Not my style," he responded.
"A girlfriend, maybe?" I pressed.
"Again, not my style," he smiled as he leaned in and looked deeply into my eyes. "And I don't have a boyfriend, either, but the position is open for the right man." I was taken aback, not sure how to respond to his bold suggestion. "If you're interested, you can contact me at this number and address." I looked at the information he'd scribbled on an open house flyer. The name was Darrel Grant and the address was downtown in one of the new condo buildings. "Just push the bell for my condo to get me to let you in," he smiled, knowing he'd befuddled me. "Meanwhile, what plans do you have for about five o'clock this afternoon?"
"Uh, nothing that can't be done some other time," I cautiously replied dumbly.
"Then, you're invited to dinner and a real estate presentation at my place. Just bring yourself, and DON'T overdress like you are now." He paused for emphasis. "And if you think that dressing down to what I'm wearing would be appropriate, you'd still be overdressed. You've got a great body under those clothes. Show it off!" With that, he named the neighborhoods he was interested in and the ones he wasn't. With a smile and another check of my crotch (which had stiffened embarrassingly), he left the open house.
I sat back on the sofa, reeling from what had just happened. Of course, I was interested in a new client, but truthfully, I was much more interested in him. I'd been involved with several men, but none of them lasted more than a couple of weeks. At the age of 28, I wasn't holding back in my desire to couple with men. I just hadn't found one that I wanted to spend more than a few days with before they drove me crazy. The sex always started out really good, but it never went where I wanted it to. And they all had issues involving drug and alcohol abuse, employment issues, or closet problems. A couple of men I'd really connected with, but then found out that they were married: one to a man, the other to a woman.
I left a note on the kitchen counter to the effect that there wasn't interest today due to the excellent weather, and locked the house up. It was such a temptation to add a crabby comment about the house being overpriced, but I'd already fought that battle and lost. I'd lose the listing for sure if I did that. There was still the possibility of getting some action after "Broker Tuesday". That was when most of the real estate brokers in town toured all the new listings.
Stashing the open house signs in the trunk of my car, I drove home. After a thorough shower, I dressed sparingly. I thought that a muscle shirt and nylon jogging shorts might be "underdressed" enough. Adding sandals that I could easily slip off, I checked the clock. I took a few extra minutes to check my MLS computer and put in the criteria for Darrel's request. Half a dozen homes were in his price range and met other criteria he'd mentioned. I still had enough time to get to the store and grab a flower arrangement and a decent bottle of wine. I closed the computer and left my house. Because it was a warm day, I assumed that dinner would probably be something light, so a white wine would be appropriate.
I parked near his condo building and rang the bell for the penthouse. He greeted me through a loudspeaker and buzzed me in. I took the elevator to the top floor and walked down the hall to his condo. He had one side of the building; another condo had the other side.
Before I could ring his doorbell, he opened it and greeted me. "Now, that's more like it," he beamed. "I knew you had a great body beneath those clothes. Come on in," he beckoned, checking out my crotch several times. He was dressed in only medium-length shorts, the material of which was somewhere between polished cotton and sweatshirt material. The shorts hugged him snuggly, displaying an even bigger dick print than I'd seen at the open house. Thick and long with a big fireman's-helmet head on it, just the way I like them. Nearly all the connections I've had with other men had me and my big dick top the man I'm with. Rarely do I get to sit on a big dick. Hopefully, that was about to change. I slipped off my sandals and left them at the door. He was barefoot and shirtless.
I held on to the shoulder bag that contained my MLS (Multiple Listing Service) computer and handed him the flowers and bottle of white wine. He accepted them graciously and turned toward the kitchen. He invited me to follow him. That hot, muscle ass in front of me, yeah, I'd follow that anywhere. His broad shoulders, muscled back, and narrow waist were held up by massive legs. But, my attention was on his magnificent ass. This man is the complete package. In the kitchen, he bent over to retrieve a vase for the flowers. The fabric descended deeply into his butt canyon and gave me the perfect view of his amazingly hard, melon-size butt cheeks. I'd have stuffed my face into his ass, if I didn't have some self-control (which was weakening alarmingly).
He glanced over his left shoulder and smiled. Darrel stood up and turned around, placing the vase on the counter top. Stepping closer, he said, "Looks like you saw something you liked, Mike." He placed his hand on my hard dick and rubbed it lightly. "I like what I see, too," he added as he took my hand and pushed it against his thick dick. The fabrics encasing our rampant dicks didn't conceal our ardor for each other. "I think we have a few minutes before dinner is ready. Let's go to the bedroom and take care of our mutual issues." I left my computer on the kitchen counter and followed him.
Leading me into the master bedroom, he turned and pulled my shorts to the floor, following them as he knelt and sucked my hard dick into his mouth. Seconds later, I had to pull him to his feet. I was so close to my climax that it was embarrassing. Still, my dick dribbled out some cum that he greedily slurped up.
I fell to my knees and attempted to do to him what he'd done to me. He was just as close to the edge as I'd been. He pulled me to my feet, and then pushed me back on to the bed. I landed on my back and he landed on top of me. Completely naked now, we rolled around on the bed for a few minutes before he turned around and we got into a 69 position. He was above me and tried to stuff his big dick into my mouth. I knew I could open up wide enough to take in that thick head, but the length and thickness couldn't possibly go down my throat. Hopefully, I'd be able to sit on it later, instead.
He eagerly sucked my dick into his warm mouth and expertly blew me. Again, I was getting much too close to nutting. I tried to push him away, but he wasn't having any of it. He wanted my nutt. Powerless to do much of anything about it, I sucked more hungrily on his dick, hoping I could bring him to a climax soon, too.
I needn't have worried. As I approached the point of no return, I felt his massive dickhead swell and jerk. Cum jetted into my mouth in huge ropes of warm jizz. I hit my climax just as hard and pumped a big load into his sucking mouth. The more I pumped sperm into him, the more he sprayed baby batter into me. Both of us spasmed and jerked as our dicks fired and fired again.
Finally, we'd run out of juice to spray and our dicks began to slowly subside. I ejected his dick and nuzzled his heavy nuts before sliding my wet, jizz-covered tongue against his deep ass pucker. He moaned in ecstasy and followed my example by sliding his tongue between my butt cheeks and teasing my asshole with his oral digit.
But, before we could really get some hot rimming going, the timer in the kitchen chimed. "Damn!" he sighed and rolled away from me. He headed for the kitchen and I followed. After what we'd just done, there was no reason to be modest. I left my shirt and shorts in the bedroom next to his.
Darrel was pulling something from the oven. Bent over like that, I wanted to resume what I'd just been doing to those big, muscular, bubble buns. But, I refrained for the moment and offered to help. He suggested that I take the salad out of the refrigerator and put it on the table. As I closed the refrigerator, I checked out his big dick again. It was starting to thicken and lengthen once more. "See anything you like?" I smiled.
"I like it all," he replied. He walked over to me and took the salad from my hands and pulled me into his muscular arms. His big hands caressed my ass as he gently kissed me. "I want to go a lot farther than we did in the bedroom. Let's move your car to the secure garage under the building, so you can spend the night with me. You don't have any pressing engagements for the morning, do you?"
"None that can't wait," I said. "And I hope you mean that some serious fucking and much more rimming will be involved."
"You can count on it," he laughed. We went back into the bedroom and put our clothes back on. In the elevator, he kissed and fondled me shamelessly. I returned the favor. Getting some serious time in bed with this man was my idea of heaven. I hoped it would be as good as the packaging suggested.
After we moved the car and went back up to his condo, he said, "The salad's already been dressed. The lasagna has rested long enough, so it's ready to serve. Meanwhile, how about we check out some of those listings and you open that bottle of wine that you brought?" He handed me a corkscrew and I opened the bottle. I poured wine into the glasses he'd set on the coffee table in the living room and sat beside him.
"That was pretty wonderful what we did in the bedroom," I admitted. "But, I don't want you to think I did that only because I wanted to sell you a house."
He laughed. "As hard as your dick was and as eagerly as you sucked my dick and swallowed my load, I doubt that you were faking it. Besides, not everyone wants to eat out my big, black ass," he admitted.
"I love your big, black ass," I blurted out. "I mean, I really like a big man with all the things that come with that.
"I think you have designs on fucking my ass, don't ya?"
"Who wouldn't? That ass is so perfect," I gushed. "If I weren't rimming it, I'd want to be fucking it. It's so muscular and hard, and is the perfect definition of bubble butt."
He smiled. "While I appreciate the compliment and am more than willing to accommodate your wishes, don't think for a minute that your ass isn't on my menu of sexual activities that will fill the evening. But, it has been a while since this ass had a big dick in it, so you'll have to take it easy on me at first. They usually get a good look at my dick and they wanna sit on it and forget all about my ass."
"No way that I'll forget about it," I assured him. I opened my computer and a folded piece of paper fell out. "Oops!"
"Something I shouldn't be seeing?"
"Well, uh, just in case you wanted to get fucked and you wanted to go bare, I brought my test results that I got Friday afternoon," I murmured. It was very cheeky of me to assume that this incredibly hot man would want to bottom for me. But, just in case, I decided to bring the results.
He took the paper from my hand and checked it over. "Negative. Perfect. I haven't gone bare since I first started fucking with men," he revealed. "I took one guy's dick several times while I was in high school. And he took me, too, probably more time that I got fucked by him."
"Teammate?" I wondered.
"Yeah," he replied. "But, it didn't last. He graduated. Health classes scared the shit outta me, so I never did it again with anyone else. Well, as a bottom anyway," he added with a smirk.
"I hear ya. I've been known to pump a raw load or two up a guy's ass who really wanted it and knew I was negative," I agreed. "And I've been fucked so rarely that I could probably count the number of time on one hand for the last three years. But, they were always safe." I glanced at Darrel's crotch. He'd boned up again. "I see you like the idea of fucking me," I smiled and nodded toward his big bulge.
"So do you," he indicated with a nod toward my crotch. He reached out and squeezed it. "This is gonna be fun!"
"You ready for my brilliant presentation or you want to eat first?" I asked. "Or shall we let dinner get cold and fuck like rabbits?"
He laughed. "You're my kinda sex pig. But, let's eat before it gets cold," he replied, squeezing my dick again. "Your ass will be dessert."
"So will yours," I rejoined. "But, let's get some calories in so we can fuck all night."
After dinner and wine, we checked on the properties that I'd designated on my MLS computer. He liked all of them, but checked a "maps app" to be sure they were all in his desired neighborhoods. At that price point, the inventory wasn't very large. Although we did a virtual tour of each property on my computer, he suggested that we physically tour them on Wednesday. That would give me time on Monday to set up the appointments and attend the "Broker Tuesday" event the following day.
With that settled, he took me by the hand and pulled me off the sofa. "Time for dessert," he smirked. Being the gracious guest that I am, I followed him into the bedroom and tossed off my clothes again. "I need to suck your big dick again," he finally directed. So once more, we got into a 69 position. But, it didn't last very long as both of us had rapidly raced to a pending climax. We pulled away at the same time and laughed. "Far too close," Darrel smiled. "Maybe, we need to get in some rimming, so the playground will be well prepared for a good fuck."
Again, I followed his lead and stuffed my face between his magnificent butt cheeks. My tongue worked its way around the pucker and then speared his back door hard with my oral digit. He relaxed and let me explore inside. He tasted fresh, like he'd really cleaned out well, expecting me to rim and fuck his ass deeply. Preparation is key to having a very good time with no unpleasant surprises.
He hadn't been idle as I munched on his hole. His tongue had deeply rimmed and eaten me out. This guy was a master at rimming. After a couple more minutes of intense butt eating, he pulled away and said, "You gotta fuck me, Mike. I really need it." He flipped over on to all fours and wiggled his ass at me. "But, take it easy on me. It's been months since I had a dick in my ass and it wasn't even close to how big your monster is."
Did I mention how well I take direction? I got behind him and knelt on the floor. That placed his big muscle ass right in my face. I leaned in and resumed eating him out. After another minute, he cried, "Mike! You gotta fuck me. Here, take the lube." He handed me a squirt bottle with his favorite lube in it. I applied it to my dick as I continued to munch on his ass. But, I had to stop applying lube to my overheated dick. If this ride in his ass was going to be measured in more than seconds, I needed to not be so close to my hovering climax. I let my dick bob and jerk as I resumed rimming his hungry hole. Just eating him out was pushing me closer and closer to spraying my load without even touching my throbbing dick.
"Mike! Please!" he begged. I stood behind him and pressed my bloated dick gently against his wet hole. Leaning over his back, I kissed his neck and right ear. I pushed harder and felt my fat dickhead enter him. I held still for a few moments: mainly to let him get used to how big I was, but also because I was so close to my climax. I wanted to ride his ass for more than my dick was signaling that I would. But, I knew of no way to forestall the urgent needs of my boiling nuts and jerking, leaking dick.
"I'm so close," I whispered in a strangled cry. "You want me to pull out?"
"NO! Please, breed me, Mike. I need this so badly!" he urged. I pushed in deeper, giving him another three inches of thick dick shaft. "Yeah, like that. Give me more," he insisted. I pulled out slightly and pushed back in deeper. One more push and I was all the way in. I let my dick rest inside him, trying to avoid my impending climax. His ass tightened around my dick and he pulled way just far enough to expose about half of my fat dick before he backed hard on my swollen member again. If he kept that up, I'd nutt for sure.
"If you don't stop that, I'll cum!" I warned him.
He paused for a moment and then said with a devilish smile, "I don't care!" Darrel resumed fucking himself on my hard dick. Once more, I urged him to stop, but he ignored me. Less than ten seconds elapsed before my boiling nuts spilled over and my dick jerked hard. I grabbed his hips and pulled him hard against me. Repeated jerks of my dick told the tale. I was blasting a massive load into his hungry hole and both of us loved it. He moaned as he felt my cream jet into him. I yelled out my climax as bigger and bigger waves of pleasure crashed over me.
I collapsed on to his back as my hips continued to thrust and my body flopped on him like a fish out of water. Finally, my need to breed subsided and control of my body returned. "Damn, Darrel. I'm sorry I shot my load so quickly. I wanted this to last," I apologized.
"I loved every thrust and squirt," he replied. "And I've never had anyone nutt as much as you just did. Do you take supplements or something?"
"Nope. It's just what I do," I said.
"That's an amazing amount of jizz," he repeated. "Have you been holding off for a few days? I noticed when I blew you that it was a big load, but getting it fucked up my ass so soon afterwards makes me wonder how you manufacture so much cream so quickly."
I shrugged and slowly pulled out. "Beats me," I responded. I reached beneath him and stroked his hard dick. "You ready to pound my ass, now?"
He reached into a side table and pulled out an extra-large condom. "I know I'm negative, but you don't. And I haven't been tested since the pre-season started last October."
"We'll have to fix that this week," I smiled as I flipped on to my back and pulled my legs into my chest. "You can get tested anonymously or at your own physician's office. Meanwhile, I need your big dick up my ass. But, take it easy on me. I've not been fucked by any dick in several months."
Darrel lubed up his thick, long dick and added more lube to my asshole, massaging two fingers into me as he spread more lube. My long legs rested on his broad shoulders as he leaned in and kissed me. His fat, bagged dick pressed hungrily against my back door. I relaxed as much as I could, but I knew this could hurt a lot. I grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and spread myself more for him. His big dick slipped inside me and jerked hard. Only the head was in now. He kissed me more ardently and pressed deeper. My hands moved from my ass to his ass. He was taking his time, not wanting to hurt me. I pulled him into me slowly, relishing the full, fucked feel that only a big dick can give me.
"Damn! You're huge!" I breathed. My ass muscles and sphincter ring grasped and relaxed around his battering ram. Darrel pulled out slowly, and then slowly pressed all the way in. I couldn't believe I'd taken it all. I'd had big ones in my ass before, a few that even rivaled his, but that was a few years ago.
"You're so tight," he whispered. "And I'm so close to filling this condom."
"Don't hold back," I told him. "I'm all about the load, not about the fuck. This is about giving you pleasure, not me."
He grimaced and held my ass tightly against the base of his dick. I felt his big dickhead swell and then jerk hard. "Oh, FUCK!" he roared and started pounding my ass with long, hard strokes. Going for maximum pleasure, his dick jerked and creamed into the condom. I wondered if he was nutting as much as he did when I blew him earlier. He probably didn't produce like I did, but I'd still like to do some raw fucking with him, eventually.
Darrel pulled out slowly and lowered my legs. My ass felt totally empty now. I didn't even have the joy of feeling the contents of his heavy nuts left inside me. He slowly pulled off the condom. It had creamy contents showing half way up his long dick shaft. He tied off the open end and reached for the waste basket. I intercepted it and held the warm contents in my hand. His cum-slicked dick was so appealing that I had to taste it, so I pulled him toward me and devoured more than half his dick. It tasted just as good as when I blew him. When I'd cleaned off his dick from any lingering cum, I bit off the end of his condom and drank the contents. The amount was only slightly less than what I'd swallowed when he nutted in my mouth earlier.
"Those big balls of yours sure make a lot of cum," I observed. "And your load is just as tasty as the first time." As much as I wanted to felch my load out of his ass, I thought it wiser to delay that kinky side of my sexual nature for a later tryst. I didn't want to freak the man out before I had a chance to get to know him better and possible reel him in to my clutches for the longer term.
Suddenly, it struck me what he'd said earlier. He hadn't been tested "since pre-season last October." That's why I thought his name sounded familiar. I'm not a follower of basketball. My game is football, although lately, I've been spending more time watching rugby, specifically rugby sevens. I love that game. The action is so fast, and the men are supremely muscled, big men who are fast on their feet and don't need pads and helmets like football players do. I watch those games religiously, even forgoing professional football games that conflict with them.
I didn't want to seem like a total idiot, so I didn't say anything about finally figuring out who he is. It also resolved another question I had about how he was able to afford a house in the million dollar range. He leaned in and kissed me again. "You're one amazingly hot man," he smiled. "This has been the best sex I've had in months and months. Usually, I fuck a guy and it takes a while to nutt, but you've got a sexual presence about you that hits my climax button hard. I can't hold back and I nutt too quickly."
"Back at ya," I agreed. "I can usually last a lot longer when I'm fucking or getting my dick sucked. But, you manage to tick all my boxes and make me squirt a load way too soon."
"You didn't hear me complaining, did you?" he laughed.
"Nor did you hear a complaint from me."
We decided we'd had enough bed time for a while and got up. In the living room, I opened up the MLS computer again and reviewed the six houses again. Darrel pointed out to me that one of the houses had an older kitchen from at least 30 years ago, and the rooms looked choppy and closed off. He was looking for something more open or with wider doorways between rooms. We agreed that there was no real point in making an appointment to see it. On Monday, I'd call to make appointments with the listing agents to view the remaining houses personally. If they didn't match well with what Darrel wanted, there was no point in making another appointment for him on Wednesday.
We warmed up some of the leftover lasagna and sat down to watch some television. I noticed that his tastes in programming corresponded well with mine. At a break in the programs, we talked about family and past relationships. There weren't a lot of differences. Other than the region of the country that we were born and reared in, we could have been brothers. Our fathers were coaches in high school and then at a university and our mothers were teachers before they spent full time with their children. Both women went back to teaching when the children left home.
Both of us had athletic scholarships in college, but I saw no future in football for me. I wasn't fast enough, nor did I like getting pounded by huge men on the field. I preferred my pounding to involve my ass and their big dicks. However, even that didn't work out very well. I was almost always the top. We'd done the bookstores and bathhouses, but never found them to be very satisfying. Don't get me started on what a waste of time the gay bars were for picking up men. On the other hand, the gym nearly always satisfied our needs for male sex.
All that talk about sex got us hard and hungry for another trip to his bedroom. Besides, it was late enough that we would probably spend the rest of the evening there. After we tossed our clothes, I told him to sit on my face while he sucked my dick. As soon as both were ready to mate, he was supposed to turn around and sit on my dick while I shot another load up his ass. Of course, he loved the idea as much as I did.
On my back, I welcomed him to sit on my face. He spread his big ass cheeks and squatted over my face, and then lowered himself tantalizingly. I grabbed his ass and pulled him lower, extending my tongue to meet his tight hole. When contact was made, both of us sighed with pleasure. "Yeah, Mike! Eat that ass out! FUCK!" he moaned. I tasted my previous load as I drilled deeper. "Eat that ASS!" he repeated. I pulled him even tighter against my face as my tongue scooped out more cum. He bent over and slurped my precum-leaking dick into his mouth. "Your precum tastes so good," he whispered before he went back to work.
Despite the two loads I'd already pumped into him earlier, I was reaching my zenith again far too quickly. "Stop!" I groaned pushed his ass away from my face for just a moment. "I'm too close!"
He went back to his task with renewed zeal, ignoring my warning. Again, I begged him to stop, but he didn't. However, he did pull away, spun around, and sat on half my dick. His ass muscles clamped down hard as he rode up and down, trying to get more of my dick into him. But, before he could get all of my manhood swallowed, I began to jet another load into his well-seeded ass. I thrust up hard into him, blasting another wad of cream, and burying my dick completely. Darrel sat back on me and enjoyed the ride. His hard dick whipping about as my thrusts increased in tempo and my creamy dick gravy shot deeply.
"Breed that ass!" he bellowed, bouncing up and down on my upright shaft. He grabbed his dick and stroked it furiously. "Shit, YEAH! I'm cumming!" he roared.
I leaned forward and opened my mouth, hoping to capture some of his delicious discharge. I could feel his flailing hand near my mouth. I leaned forward harder and tasted the tip of his dick just as his first spray of cum hit my tongue. His need to get sucked off was greater than his need to take more of my seed in his ass, so he pulled off my dick and jammed his jerking dick into my mouth. I sucked hard and swallowed twice before he relented and pulled away slowly. Cum dripped from his dick as the last vestiges of his climax receded. He scooped up a few dribbles of cum from my chest and fed them to me. I licked them hungrily from his fingers.
"You always taste good," I praised him.
"If you hadn't fucked my ass so good," he smiled down at me, "I could have waited a few minutes to fuck you. But, you hit my magic button and I couldn't stop my climax. Being bred by you makes my dick wanna squirt, too, especially after you've eaten my ass out. It's like there's a direct connection from my ass to my balls. If I'd sat on your face any longer, I'd probably have jetted out a load without even touching my dick."
For a moment, I thought I should go home after so much sex. But, I remembered that my car was safely parked under the building. And Darrel was a lot of fun in bed, plus interesting to talk to. So, I snuggled into him when he moved off me. Both of us went right to sleep.
But, in the early hours of the morning, I was dreaming about a man lightly touching my hard dick. My dick throbbed and leaked precum profusely. I moaned at the pleasure the man was giving me. My vocalization woke me. Delightfully, it wasn't a dream. Darrel was lightly stroking the sensitive head of my swollen dick. I pushed my big dick into his hand and whispered, "That feels so good!"
"It'd feel even better deep in my ass," he whispered back. Darrel rolled on to his stomach and wiggled his ass at me. I assumed it was his ass that made the bed move slightly. With eagerness, I spread his big butt cheeks with my hands and ate his hole out. I could taste my previous, sticky loads as my tongue worked his manhole. He moaned with ecstasy as I worked deeper. "Fuck me, Mike!" he begged.
As close as I was to spraying another load, his request was immediately granted. I got atop him and slipped my dick into his wet hole. We moaned in unison at the pleasure our sex act produced. His butt rose to meet each downward thrust of my hips. Darrel's love tunnel was well lubed with my previous loads, making my big dick's deep journey more enjoyable than previous ones. And much too stimulating!
From the moment I mounted him to when my first spray of cum splashed into him, it couldn't have been more than 30 seconds. I couldn't believe I shot so quickly after all the loads I'd already delivered this evening. This man turned me on more than should be legal.
Again, we slept. When the sun began to brighten the room, we had sex again. We talked for a while afterwards, and then got into the shower. Of course, we had to fuck again in there. Darrel's as insatiable as I am when I find a good partner.
He fixed breakfast for me and we agreed to see each other again on Wednesday for looking at properties. I left mid-morning and went home.
This man has a lot of potential, I thought. But, he's a professional athlete and I'm a "dirt peddler", so we aren't even from the same social or economic circles. Could this possibly work for more than a one-night stand?
This story is fantasy. Your life isn't. Always play safe.
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