Fun With Bradley - Sex Stories

Fun With Bradley

... for his G-spot. He struggled to remain on his feet, burying his head in the crook between my neck and shoulder as I worked my finger in, out and around inside his tight asshole. He took in a sharp breath and clenched his ass cheeks in an effort to get me to ease up, which I promptly rebuffed by smacking his butt with my unoccupied hand. "Fuck, Sean...," he sighed. I suddenly felt his warm, wet tongue tracing the skin on the side of my neck. He kissed and nibbled the flesh, tightening his arms around me. His semi-erection had quickly become a raging hard-on, and he ground it forcefully into me as my finger fucking intensified, pushing me against the wall over and over with each thrust of his hips. "How bad do you want it?" I whispered in his ear. "Bad. I want it so bad." I reached between us and gently grabbed a hold of Bradley's stiff cock. He gasped as I ran my thumb across the underside of the swollen head, which was slick with pre-cum. He gripped my hand, forcing me to stop. "Don't wanna come too soon?" I asked. Bradley shook his head, which was still buried in my shoulder, exhaling and spreading his legs apart so that his feet were planted squarely on either side of me. I withdrew my finger from his hole and ran it under my nose. The slightly pungent scent invaded my nostrils and made my dick jump beneath my unbuttoned jeans. I wanted-no, I needed his ass in every possible way, but that would be soon to come. I grabbed a handful of his thick brown hair and pulled his ...

... head up so that we were face to face, planting a deep kiss on his lips. His tongue invaded my mouth with a fervent passion that expressed more than any words could have his need for me to invade him. Our moans were muffled by the elongated frenching session that could have gone on for hours had we not been bound by the constraints of time. We both had to be back on set in an hour, and finishing out the day of shooting with a major case of blue balls was not an option, certainly not for me. I broke away from the kiss and worked to catch my breath, motioning with my head toward the bedroom. Bradley gripped my arm and pulled me toward the rear of the trailer, and as we walked, I was delighted by the sight of his stiff cock wobbling, bouncing and pointing straight ahead as if giving us direction. He pushed open the door to the bedroom and turned around to face me, pulling me in with him. We fell together onto the unmade king size bed and melted into another passionate kiss before I decided to finish getting undressed. Pushing away from him, I stood at the foot of the bed and unzipped my fly, slowly pulling my near-rock hard cock out-teasing him. "Is all that for me?" Bradley asked, licking his lips. "You bet your ass it is," I responded. "But it's so fucking big. I don't know if I can handle it." "Oh you can handle it, alright." And handle it he could. We often engaged in a bit of playful banter before sex, finding that it made things that much hotter, but both of us knew that ...