I challenged him - Sex Stories

I challenged him

... the photo pose. It was just fucking perfect. I’d thought to even bring some lube on the way, which I dropped on the floor when I sat next to his half naked body. I knew what I wanted. It was him. All of him. ’This one’, I thought to myself, ‘might just be the right one. The right one to see how much I really want this in my sexual arsenal.’ “Fucking nice ass you have”, I said sincerely. “Lemme see the rest.” He turned just enough. His cock was perfect. Nice thickness, nice length. A perfect meal for any opening. “So….” he hummed, “Wanna… try some…things?” “I wanna”, and I punctuated the answer with a warm hand wrap about his shaft. The silk and steel feel of him in my palm sent a shock wave of wanton fire through my veins, and spun my brain into just the right fever mode for this new breach of sexual custom. I wasn’t quite sure where to start, because it was like a gourmet meal awaiting me, looking all too delicious. Where to begin? Then I had an idea, and gently said, “I’d hate to interrupt your reading, so… just go back to it. I’ll ‘help’ as you so brilliantly suggested. * There was something so intensely intimate about what we began to do. He went back to reading one of my longer, dirtier MMF bi sex stories, and in the mix, we half consciously began stripping and pawing one another. I slipped behind him once we were both naked, and slowly stroked his gorgeous cock as he read my story, silently at first. But now and then, he would re-read a heated passage to me aloud, and ...

... I’d ramp up the cock play to hear his voice falter and wobble, while I nipped and kissed his naked shoulders. With every stroke and every taste of his skin, I wanted him more. My body couldn’t seem to get close enough to his. He would ask me to read some sections to him, so he could close his eyes and drink in the sensation and the wicked words. In between the spoken text, I’d remind him, now and then, not to cum yet. By the end of the story, my hand was drenched in his pre-cum and his ass crack and lower back was soaked in mine. I was stroking his cock and pinching his nipples and biting his neck, as he was rocking back into my swollen thickness. We both slowed to breathe a little, and I said in an unintended hoarse whisper, “Did that… help?” “Uh huh” “Gonna read more?” “I can’t focus” “Good” We had hardly looked at one another, but that was imminent. We were primed. The savage b**st would not be quelled for long. But we were new to this and to each other. so we stumbled our way further though the luscious darkness Before I turned him to face me, I whispered again, as I slid my slippery dick up and down his perfect ass. “If I had my druthers, I’d really like to fuck your ass as deep as I can go. It feels soooo fucking good. And I mean to leave a gallon of cum in there too.“ He made an unintelligible sound which I thought was a heated “fuck yes” reaction. I asked, “That work for you?” “Yeah, uhhh, so works for me… yes yes yes. Do it.” I tried to be polite to my willing naked ...