The Locked Door - Sex Stories

The Locked Door

... ate nothing but melons and chocolate. Sweet, tangy, a dark chocolate bitter bite. I jerked off as I sucked him but that isn't what I wanted to do after long. I had rubbed my hand on his backside and drew my fingers through his smooth hairless crack. I pressed my middle finger into his boy pussy and his cock grew bigger. This time I did choke a bit. He withdrew immediately and leaned up against the wall. He had stepped out of his pile around his ankles and put his cheeks outward from the wall. “Looks like I found a bottom boy.” “Shut up and fuck me,” he said back. I grabbed a condom off the bathroom sink, opened it, tugged it out, and slipped it on. I wrapped my arms around his chest allowing my face to rest on the back of his neck. I cusped his pecs and occasionally pinched his nipples. On my first pinch, my middle finger and thumb clenched which caused him to press backwards in pain pressing his ass right into my crotch. I thrust myself into him and he let out a cute whimper. A whimper which sent me into riding his ass hard. My balls slapping his body right above his sack, my hands gripped his hair, and my ass commanding and conquering every, last, fuck. Until I came and panting like an animal withdrew, both our bodies dripping in hot sweat and the particles of wild spontaneity. “Ready to finish me off now?” he said as he turned around. He placed his hand on my head and pushed me down. I opened my lips and he shoved himself all the way to the back of my throat. He moved slowly at first until he could no longer restrain his passion. He treated my mouth like I did his hole. With no compassion. I felt a hot trickle of cum drip down into my throat. It was perfect, after the plane ride I was a bit hungry anyways. We got dressed and as I went to open the handle I noticed it wasn't locked. “You didn't lock the door you fucker?” “Nor did you, Mr. I'm a top.” “I thought I heard a click when you came in.” “No, that was my belt you always pause on when you check me out.”