Indie Boy - Stretched

There's so little pretense with you now, we both know exactly what we like.

We talk placidly about our plans for the evening and I'm watching you and thinking,

When can I start. Where can I start.

You come over to sit by me, I nestle in and lick your neck, kissing it softly, I feel you sigh, I watch your clenched fingers uncurl and I know you'll begin to stiffen. I sit close, legs bent, wrapped around your lap. Thighs open and dripping. You push your fingers into me, thrust and twist, bring them up to our lips, intertwine them in our gentle kisses, and push them down my throat for me to suck.

In the bedroom you go down on me, smacking me and pushing my lips apart. I let you pleasure me and then I do the same to you. You twist me onto my knees then we fuck and you come and Im close but I'll wait.

We spend the next few hours drinking a beer, smoking a little, chatting. You open yourself up, about past relationships and family and I just listen because it's easier. You say you feel you hold a lot back and you think I'm probably very similar. I hesitate to agree nor disagree.

Time ticks on and my brain reverts to fucking. This week we have been speaking about the things you'd like to do to me next, the anticipation is layered thick. You want to spread me open, fill which ever hole you wish and feel me penetrated double. I agree to the fantasy. I want it.

You slide your fingers inside me again and I stroke your hard firm flesh. I get on my knees and suck you for a long time, play and stroke and pleasure and then I admit I just want to fuck. You drive yourself into. An aching thud, pleasuring me endlessly and then you pull away and slide your cock lower and push lower. I roll over, get on my knees for you and curl my back like an animal. We slather me in lubricant and you begin the slow hard drive of thrusting yourself into somewhere dark and vile. The pain sears through my body and I utter obscenities. You ask if I'm OK with genuine unexpected passion and I coldly put that, I'd tell you if I wasn't. Slowly you urge and edge and fill me up and then you're fucking my arse and it hurts and feels great.

We slide the cold glass of a dildo into my other hole and the pleasure is searing and encompassing. I stroke myself until I orgasm so hard it hurts. You're close, but you haven't. I apologise and grovel, you simply turn me round, swaps condoms and plunge yourself back into my wet aching front. I few deep thrusts before you pull out and jerk your cum all over my face, onto my parted lips and dark hair.

The night is so balmy and warm, Im stretched out and used and shaking and smiling out of the side of my mouth. Next time I want more.