The Hunter - Sex Stories

The Hunter

... contact. The tip of his foreskin seemed to stay in me and ease the reentry of his big cock head. The knob drove right into my prostate and pressed past it to reach deep into my gut before drawing back. In retreat, the hard bulb scraped on my prostate causing my ass to squeeze and hug every vein and ridge of his dick. He drove the stiff cock in, and my gut sucked hard on it as he pulled back out. Over and over. Pre-cum drooled out of my dick in pulses and slimmed his knotted abs. He was sweating heavily now. I sat still as if on an invisible chair while he drill-pumped my ass. He supported himself with hands on the boulder while his hips swiveled powerfully. I could tell he would soon cum or collapse from exhaustion so I grabbed both of his nipples with my fingers and pinched. His eyes opened wider and his mouth formed an "oh". His rhythm broke and his hips slammed against me erratically. The punch of it caused my dick to explode cum onto his face and chest. I never touched myself. His pounding brought me to a hands-free orgasm. One shot landed on his mouth and his tongue scooped it off his lips instantaneously. As he tasted my cum he quivered all over and I could feel him erupting inside me. His body jerked rigidly for a long time and his rod stirred his cum in my gut with rapid short jabs ...

... aimed right at my prostate. That set off a second spasm for me and more cum oozed from my cock. At that point, our energy was spent. He collapsed back onto the boulder pulling his dick free of my ass as he fell. My own legs shook from holding the squat for so long. I saved myself from falling by lurching forward and sprawling on top of David. Our bare chests slapped against each other then slipped on my lubricating cum until our contours matched up and we lay exhausted with our hearts beating against each other. Glued together with sweat and cum we both slept. As the afternoon wore on the air cooled down quite a bit and the chill woke me. David stirred as I peeled myself off of him. "Whoa, buddy, that was so hot," he said. "You got that right!" I replied while drying my chest with my flannel shirt before wiping his off also. He sat up. "Sorry I drank your wine." Laughing, I said, "I'll let you make it up to me. Let's get dressed and hike out of here to a bar I know. You can buy me a beer or two." "Besides," I continued, "I like the way you play and wouldn't mind getting to know you better." He paused a moment, and watched me pull on my jeans. For a tense second, I thought I had misjudged him. "Deal!" He said with a laugh, "I guess the hunting today turned out pretty good for me after all."