[Promiscuous Top] An Old Friend

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Today I squirted my sperm into the slender, hard, really just very very delicate seeming little body of the guy I kept fucking last spring here in my home town while I was taking care of my mother. I don't know what it is about this guy. He's not exactly what you'd call cute-- I mean, kind of, to me at least, but I don't know if many others would think so-- and he is so slim, with arms barely more than twigs really, and thin legs that swell with lean muscle the way a frog's might. He's gone vegan so he seems even leaner and lighter than before; I hear a bit about his life and see pictures of his exploits in the mountains on Facebook, where we've become friends, and think, this is so not the kind of guy I usually fuck, let alone fuck over and over. But he really, really keeps me coming back for more. I don't know what it is about these little guys that brings out something a little brutish in me: I grip his body around his hard little waist a little more firmly; I grind my body into his a little more roughly and press my weight into his minuscule frame more heavily; and I fuck my fuckin fuckstick into him with all the force my bulky frame can put behind my hips, fucking all the way in, all the way out, slamming against his body, making the headboard pound against the wall with noisy knocks narrating each mindless, animalistic thrust. And he just loves it. He holds me tight, wraps his legs around mine and hitches them firmly against me, planting the soles of his feet against my calves like a monkey holding onto a tree in a hurricane. I fuck him like crazy and he shakes with pleasure and kisses me so hard my lips could bruise, saying "You feel so good you feel so good." And he feels good too, and I cum in him just as hard and animalistically as I fucked him. It's good.

After yesterday's near-marathon in-and-out session, my dick was actually rather sore, especially around the base, which took the bulk of the rough friction against yesterday's bottom's hairy hole. I woke up this morning and the skin was a little red and abraded-- how do other guys not complain about this? (I once fucked a guy for TWO hours, and the next day my dick was a complete waste; it looked like I had a lewd run-in with a belt sander. I couldn't use it for a week. Is my dick just unusually tender and delicate and sensitive?) I actually wanted to give it a rest, and put a little cortisone on it after my shower. But Little Hardbody was so excited about me being in town and wanted me to come over this afternoon. By lunchtime I was pretty horny for him and the kind of fucking I knew I could do with him, the joy I knew I would take in freely ejaculating inside his small, hungry body when I had taken all the pleasure from him I knew he would offer. After lunch I went to the bathroom and ran my fingers up and down my shaft. It was still pretty tender around the rough pubes at the thick base of my unit, and a little bit of the skin behind the glans was still a little red. But it didn't actually sting like it had last night. So I thought, well, it seems serviceable for fucking… let's do it! And I told him I would come.

Interestingly, this wasn't a very long lay-- maybe 35 minutes from our first kiss to his own ejaculation-- and most of that time wasn't even spent with my dick inside him. He sucked me good and hard and I feasted on his little ass for a good while, cradling his big, low-hanging nuts-- the shape of the twin balls perfectly mirrored his twin, hard little ass cheeks, and I felt like I was holding some kind of luscious figgy fruit in my hands as I ate his hole-- but then I climbed on top of him and just ground our dicks together, with one finger planted in his hole and the other hand cradling his head as I rammed him into the mattress with my hairy body. He pushed his hard little frame up to meet me, seeming to want to merge with me completely. The more weight I put on him the more he shook and cried out, almost sobbing with pleasure. I kept probing with the finger, and wanted desperately to get inside him-- I don't know why dry humping someone with a finger inside his ass should be so exciting but it really is for me-- but I also just wanted to feel that intense closeness, feel his limbs clutching at me with their naked need for contact with me on full display. So I just went with it, for long stretches, pushing our bodies together, and then taking a break to fuck my dick into his face. He was hard to penetrate in the ass when I finally tried, and I had to lube up before I could slide him. But then I whaled on his ass, got close once, let the feeling pass, and then whaled some more, very much in the groove now, and he hitched his ass up higher and higher, legs further and further back, so I could fuck my dick into him completely unimpeded, with as much brutal, unresisted force as I could muster. My breath was labored, my body was heaving, and he was thrashing beneath me with eyes clamped shut from overstimulation, begging me to shoot my semen into him, and so I did-- "Look at me," I said evenly as I pushed in as deep as I could go, stopped moving completely, and let him feel the spasms of my erection as it delivered the goods to his deepest gut. He stared at me with a glassy, bottom-drunk gaze, saying, "I feel the cum, I feel all your cum shooting into me," and began fisting his own dick, which is somehow bigger than mine despite his diminutive stature. I began to make fucking motions again, and he let out a little yelp, saying, "Keep fucking me keep fucking me" so I kept fucking him until his whole body shook and he popped all over his tight little drum of a belly. And then he flopped down to the bed.

I slowly pulled out of him, the head finally emerging with a little pop that made him laugh. We were both saturated with my sweat. And we began to talk-- he's a real talker. We took a shower together, soaping each other up and swapping stories under the hot water. He would periodically stop in the middle of a sentence to cuddle against my body, wrap his arms tight around me, kiss my lips. He followed me around the apartment like a puppy as I found articles of clothing to put on in reverse order, a trail of undressing revisited while dressing. All the while chatting happily, telling me how good it was to see me again, suddenly going in for tight hugs again, groping what muscles I do have through my shirt. We probably talked for just as long as we humped and fucked. It was nice. This is the best of repeat fucks. I suppose it helps that he's not readily available and loses his luster. Because I am a monster and am never satisfied with anything but the newest, latest, shiniest. But I do so love putting my body against his, manhandling him, making him feel me inside and out. I love how much he loves it. I should sleep pretty well tonight!

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fuck .. love intense, hard pounding fucks! easy to see why the lil guy loves gettin fucked by you!