“Can you pass me the salt please?” He reached over to me, holding the small white container. As I accepted, I felt his finger caressing my hand. A bit surprised, I look at him and I get a large grin back.
It was one of those sunday brunches at my sister’s and one of her girlfriends had brought along her new boyfriend. He was a tall handsome guy, with deep dark eyes that seem to look right through you. The moment I had come in, I had sensed his strong masculin presence. Way too handsome for a straight guy, was the first thing that crossed my mind, but I had tried not to pay further attention. Easier said than done. Not only was he the only eye candy in the room – which was filled with chit-chatting girls and boring husbands – he also seemed to want my attention. While i didn’t want to be caught staring at him, I felt his burning look on me all the time.
Now he sat across the table from me and he continued his game. Nobody else seemed to notice and I must admit i found it quite arousing how this guy was hitting on me with all these people around. AT first I still thought I was kidding myself and it surely wasn’t what i thought it was. But then I felt his foot between my legs. He obviously had taken off his shoe and now his foot was sliding up my leg, eventually caressing my crotch. He certainly knew how to turn me on.
The voice of my friend ripped me out of my fantasy “Peter, can you get us some more wine from the cellar?” she asked. “Yeah sure”, I stumbled and as I stood up, I noticed his wink. “Scott, can you help me choose? For me, it’s too hard” He grinned as he was the only one who noticed how I stressed the last word.
He closed the door of the cellar behind us, and without hesitating, he pushed me to the wall and kissed me. His strong hands held me tight, as if he wanted to prevent me from running away. But if he continued in this style, I wouldn’t be running anywhere. He ripped my shirt open and licked my nipple. I let out a horny grunt and tossed my head in my neck, as I felt his tongue discovering my chest. I stuck my hands underneath his T-shirt and felt his warm hairy body. He was toned, with a sixpack as hard as a rock. He let me take off his shirt and unbutton his jeans, so I could bury my head in his crotch. His cock felt fat and warm in my mouth, like a good steak. He dominantly pulled my head close to him, sticking his dick deep down my throat. When I tried to accelerate the pace, he abruptly pushed me away and threw me face-down on the ground. His tongue disappeared in my ass hole, leaving me floating on air. He rimmed me like a true master.
All I could think about was feeling that fat cock inside me now. He moved up and lay his sweaty body on top of me. He kissed my neck, caressed my back, while his knees spread my legs open. He had licked my ass wet, I had blown his cock hard, now it time for the grand finale. He penetrated me gently, then pushed in the final inches. He wait a second, so I could enjoy his full meat inside me, before starting to fuck me. I turned my head to kiss him, my hand touched the base of his cock so I could feel it going in and out. He was damn big but I loved his dominant way of fucking. Without stopping, he pulled me up and he lay down on his back, with me sitting on top. I rode his cock like a cowboy on his horse. A rush through my head, I felt a huge load coming up. His breathing got heavy and I felt his cock swelling up. Hot sperm shot up my ass. Seconds later I squirted my load on his chest.
“What do you think of this Bordeaux?” “Yeah that’s a good year”
“A damn good one indeed…”
