Same Time Next Week - Sex Stories

Same Time Next Week

... thick! He gasped at my touch, and as I grazed his slit with my thumb, I gathered up an ample amount of precum. "It won't take me long," Beau assured me. "I got so fucking hard while sucking you off."

With my arms wrapped around Beau, I could feel he was lean and strong in the places where I'd begun to grow soft. My lips were close to his ear, and as I began stroking him, I couldn't help but whisper, "You've got a nice, thick cock for me, don't you? Tonight, it's all mine."

"Fuck, yes! I love being your cumslut, Dennis!"

While Beau's words shocked me, they didn't turn me off in the least. I dared to thrust against him while jerking him faster. "If I'd known what an amazing cocksucker you are, I would have let you blow me a long time ago."

Beau cried out, far louder than I had. "Christ, you're gonna make me come!" His cock twitched in my hand. I loved knowing I excited him so much. Listening to his gasps and groans, I had to admit I enjoyed jerking him off. When he'd first suggested it, I didn't think I would. But it was so easy between us, so... natural. We instinctively knew what the other wanted.

Beau's breath caught in his throat as his muscles tensed. "Fuck!" he said, his voice strained. His dick pulsed fiercely while he came. As his pleasured grunts faded to a whimper, he leaned back against me. I slowed my stroking but didn't stop until I was sure I'd drained him dry. "You wouldn't believe how much I needed that!"

His soft laughter made me chuckle ...

... as well. "Oh, I think I would, because I needed it even more," I said.

Once we'd put away our cocks and straightened our clothes, we didn't linger in the woods. Both of us were relieved to find the parking lot area still deserted. Traffic was even more sparse at this time of night, so I wasn't all that worried about someone spotting me and Beau when we left the park. My steps were lighter as the two of us headed toward the restaurant. We walked in easy silence, and glancing over at Beau, I found his smile mirrored my own.

I'd parked my car next to his, and as I unlocked it, Beau turned to me. "Same time next week?" It was what he said every Thursday night before we headed home.

"Same time next week," I replied, my smile widening to a grin. "Good night, Beau."

During the drive home, I couldn't stop thinking about how incredible his lips had felt around my dick. The memory of him urging me to come in his mouth had my cock stirring yet again, so I distracted myself by mentally outlining all the shit I had to do at work the following day. That instantly dampened my arousal.

I didn't hear from Beau again until the weekend. It was late Saturday night, and I was the only one still awake. I'd felt restless all day, like I had excess energy to burn. Receiving Beau's text at that hour sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through me. His message was straight to the point:So we're okay?

I hurried to reply, hoping my words would put his mind at ease:Yep. Looking forward to ...