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July 5th: Me and my Irish stud


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"Hey sexy man, how are you this morning?” He coos to me with his sexy brogue as he leans up on his side of the king-sized bed. He’s facing me, leaning on his left elbow, with his palm on his jaw, propping up his head.  His 20 inch unflexed biceps right in front of my face.  “We certainly set off quite a few fireworks last night.”  He says grinning at me.  I smile back at him. 

“What do you want to do for the 5th of July?” He slyly asks as his right hand is casually tracing a line from my rock-hard abs down to my pajama covered upper thigh.  As he comes north, his right hand brushes my semi-hard dick thru my PJ’s.  His pinky nudges it as is passes.  My unit spasms due to his familiar touch.  His fingers then play with the drawstring untying the knot.  As they move further north, his fingertips caress my goodie trail and then linger over my bellybutton, teasing the light hair there.  I glance up and down his 250-pound taut muscular body.  I see he is still completely naked.  Cum drying on his hairy body from our session a few hours ago. No PJ’s for my sexy beast.  His unit, at a wonderful 6-inches flaccid, lies limp on his vein covered, muscular, hairy left thigh.  A gnarl of curly orange hair surrounding it.

One of my rules for my sexy muscle man is that he is not allowed to shave his balls and crotch area.  I have too much fun with his hairy area, which includes deeply inhaling his incredibly sexy musk as he sits on my face and I lap at his balls and hole.  He shaved it once, during an especially hot and humid summer and I had to withhold sex from him and forbid him from jerking off until it grew back to a length, which I deemed acceptable.  For 2 months, my man had the worst case of blue balls ever.  At the end of the two months, I carefully inspected him and approved the denseness and coarseness of his area.  My fingers rolled his hirsute balls and gently massaged his skin.  My nose inhaled his sweat and musk. I licked my lips. His joy and excitement at my touch showed on his face like a 16-year gay boy’s, as they watched Ridder Rivera ravage a twink on X-tube.  As he sat on my face, I latched my hands to his hips and pulled him down onto me, so he would not be able to lift himself off me, but given his excited state, I doubt he wanted to. My tongue savagely washed his hairy musky balls. He yanked his unit like there was no tomorrow and came within 2 minutes spraying his load on the headboard of our bed.  Then I moved my tongue to his hole.  I inserted it, he was hard instantly, and due to my ministrations, he blasted another load within 3 minutes of the first.  I let him rest for 2 minutes while I toyed with his tangled mess of chest hair.  I climbed up his body, latched my mouth and teeth onto his right nipple and sucked. He started to writhe with pleasure.  I wrapped my left hand around his unit, and using a mere fraction of my strength, jerked him and then squeezed to prevent his impending load from erupting.  As his agony grew, I stopped sucking him, looked into his pained green eyes and gently asked, “Will you be shaving your body again without my consent?”  He quickly nodded no.  I released my grip on his unit just enough that his load shot out like a geyser thru a pin hole.  His groaning was a mixture of intense pain and even more intense pleasure.  He came for 4 full minutes, his muscular body thrashing around the bed, and spraying both our bodies with a load he has never matched.  We spent the next hour in the shower cleaning each other. 

I maneuver my right hand to his face and gently stroke his neatly trimmed, luscious orange beard.  His dark green eyes look into my brown eyes with love and excitement.  He continues to move his hand tenderly up and down my mid-section and thigh. He winks at me. I lean up and we kiss.  Soft. Tender. My clean-shaven face against his beard.  My unit spasms again.  He senses it.  I rest my head back onto my pillow and move my right hand to the back of his neck.  I pull him closer to me and down on top of me.  He slowly lowers himself.  He outweighs me by 100lbs. 

He curls his left hand under my neck and I rest on his muscular forearm.  He moves his other hand under my knees and effortlessly lifts me off the sheets of the bed.  He winks at me and I smile back.  He proceeds to curl me like a straight bar.  He easily does this 50 times, no sign of strain or fatigue.  I am aroused at seeing his arms bulge and chest heave, but concentrate on keeping my unit flaccid.  His, on the other hand, I can feel poking my back every time he lowers me.  After he does his reps, he brings me in for a kiss.  I see a bead of sweat on his furry face.  Before we kiss, I lick the salty sweat off him and savor his taste. I moan to myself.

He lowers my body back to the bed and his hairy chest rests on my hairless chest.  My super sensitive nipples are protruding and poking into the hair covering his muscular pecs.  He flexes his pecs and they become hard as granite.  He rubs them against my nipples, knowing the eroticism it causes me.  The nerves in my nips send shock waves to my brain.  I kiss him harder and pull him closer.  He responds by slipping his right hand under my PJ’s and playing with my scant pubic hair.  His fingers rake the hair.  My unit jumps again and I feel him smile through our kiss.  His fingers encircle my hardening steel unit and jerk it a few times.  He flexes his bicep and tries to bring my cock perpendicular to my body, but I twitch it and slam it back into my abs, trapping his hand.  He outsmarts me by using his thumb to massage the top of my unit.  It runs across the pulsing veins and light hair causing me to moan.  I release my hold on his hand and he continues to jerk me, bicep flexing the whole time. 

We come up for air.  He leans back a bit and continues to smile at me.  My right hand moves toward his abs.  Boulder like and covered in the same orange tangle of hair as his groin, chest, and face.  My Irish muscle God.  I stroke his hairy abs. His unit bobs up and down with anticipation.  He flexes his abs and I run my fingers thru the cervices between each one.  Now it’s my turn to smile. 

He pulls his arm out from behind my head and moves to straddle me.  He puts his paws on either side of my chest, lifts his right leg over my body, looks down at me and grins. It’s my turn to wink back to him. He’s as ready for part 5 as I am.  He lowers his bulk onto me.  His 250lbs presses down on my abs and body.  I tense them and his movement stops.  His full weight being supported by them.  He sighs, leans his head back, and lets out a roar that will surely wake our neighbors, if they haven’t been up all-night listening to our shenanigans.

His unit continues its ascent, protruding from his gnarly haired groin.  He reaches his hands behind him and grasps my PJ’s to pull them off me.  I buck my hips up, easily lifting his bulk into the air.  He uses one hand to hold my rigid unit down and gently pulls the PJ’s down my legs, exposing my dick.  I let him think he’s holding it down.  I love my sexy muscle God, so I treat him well.

Once my unit is free, he lets go and I jerk it to an upright position and starts to grow on its own accord.  I gently thump it against his hairy lower back.  My muscle man got all the hair I did not.  He rests his body back down onto mine.  I sigh.  Next, he lowers his chest to mine.  I let his weight sink us into the soft white sheets of the bed.  He leans down and starts to kiss me again with sloppy, saliva filled kisses. His unit tries to expand, but is crushed between our bodies.  I wrap my wiry thin arms around his bulky lats but cannot join my hands as his body is too huge and muscular.  I decide to gently apply pressure to his lats, squeezing them together.  My hands finally meet and I lock my hands with each other.  I squeeze again and he lets out a moan.  I cannot tell if he is in pain or experiencing an intense amount of pleasure due to the pressure.  Until he tells me otherwise, I’ll assume he’s enjoying it. 

I tense my skinny arms again and my biceps start to expand, growing to their full 10 inches.  I sigh and take a deep breath, sucking the air from my beast’s lungs.  He struggles to suck some air back into his body.  I feel him start to shake and gently exhale into his mouth.  My warm breath fills his lungs and his chest expands.  His huge pecs rub against my sensitive nipples again and another shock wave travels down my body to my ever-growing unit. It now stands at 11 inches.  Pre-cum oozes out and snakes down my cylinder.  I flex my unit toward my abs and it hits his lower back with an audible thud.  I will my dick to move left and right and I slather his body with copious amounts of pre-cum.  It’s warm, sticky, and flowing from my body at a constant rate.

He feels my python and the new found treasure I am depositing on him.  He pushes his face to mine and ravages my lips and mouth.  I allow his tongue to enter my mouth.  He lashes it around, left, right, up, down, leaving more saliva as he goes.  I moan to myself and feel his unit try expand.  I hug him a bit tighter, squeezing his body closer to him, halting its expansion.  He groans in agony.  I’m just saving my sexy beasts load for the appropriate time to be released. 

He loves when I control his releases. He may be 100lbs heavier, 6 inches taller, have more visible muscularity, and be the object of everyone’s ogling, but my sexy man knows who’s in charge at the end of the day. 

When we met for the first time at the bar, he walked in with all the swagger and bravado of a well-known porn star.  Him, in a bright blue tank top two sizes too small, with his Joey Sullivan sized arms hanging off his lats, his meaty chest and protruding nipples oozing out of the strained material, bouncing as he walked, and his black nylon gym shorts leaving nothing to the imagination as to what he was packing below the beltline.  He walked up to me, introduced himself as the man of my dreams and proceeded to sit next to me. He started off by flexing his left bicep.  I ran my fingers over it, and played with the hair which covered it. I feigned amazement at its size and rubbed it lovingly.  He winked at me and flexed it harder.  To my amazement, the arm got bigger.  He put his left hand on one of the legs of my bar stool, smiled at me, and lifted the chair up.  His arm swelled.  I touched it again and felt the heat radiating from it.  I caressed it as he started to lift and lower it, like he was curling a 125-pound weight. I thought to myself, I’ve found my new muscle beast. After 40 reps, he set my stool down and I could see sweat dripping from his shoulder, down his arm.  I had to refrain myself from tackling him off his stool and licking every part of his body.  He saw me eying him up and he tried to shove his huge knee between my legs.  I let him have some fun by letting his leg part my thighs.  When he was about half way up, I tensed my muscles and his leg came to an immediate stop.  His face contorted in pain as I applied a bit of pressure.  He looked into my eyes and I winked at him.  His left hand fell to my right thigh and he felt my muscle.  He could feel the strength I possessed as he tried to dent my leg. His eyes grew wide as he began to understand who was really in charge.  He was mine and he knew it.  We left the bar, went back to my place, and I ravaged him like he had never known.

He runs his hands thru my crew cut brown hair and massages the super sensitive area behind my ears.  His fingers come forward and caress my jaw line and cheeks with such amazing softness, which, if I didn’t know he could crush steel bars with them, would think they were kitten’s paws.  We kiss again.  Long and heavily.  Our bodies roll around on the bed.  The springs creaking due to our movements. 

He’s on top of me with his arms wrapped around my back.  He is nibbling my neck and I’m running my hands thru the knotty hair on his head and then down his muscular back.  I lift my right leg and bend it at the knee. I brace it on the bed and push, rolling us over so I’m on top.  He smiles, knowing what is next.  He releases my body and I move down his, licking, sucking, pulling on every crevice and pore I come across.  I can tell his body is overly excited and he is waiting for my approval to blow his load. 

I suckle a nipple, lap at it with my coarse tongue.  He shivers.  I move lower and coat his hairy mid-section with copious amount of spit.  Once he is sufficiently wet, I move to his belly button.  I love that he has an innie.

The night after our first meeting, he showed up at my door with a 50lb weight and a smile. He already had a massive hard-on and his blue nylon shorts were tented to the point of tearing.  I eyed him up and down as if I were bored it was him at the door and not the pizza guy, but was secretly excited he came back.  I’ve scared too many muscle guys off when I show them a bit of my power.  Not this stud.  He’s back for more.  I leave the door open and walk away.  I sense he’d hesitated, waiting for my approval for him to enter.  I turned and nodded.  He entered.  He followed me.  I led him down to my basement workout and pleasure room.  He did not get a chance to see it yesterday.  I stop in the middle of the room and hold my hand out.  He puts the weight in it.  I drop the weight and grab his t-shirt which has a picture of the Hulk on it.  I think to myself, cute.  I tug on the shirt and pull him towards me.  He’s looming over my body.  I grab the shirt again and raise it up his body, revealing his hairy body.  He takes ahold of the shirt and I spread my fingers out on his body, gently caressing the hair, luxuriating in its softness.  He moans with pleasure.  I move closer to him and breath in his sweaty smell. My man went to the gym today, I can smell it and approve.  My unit twitches.  I lap at the area under his shelf-like pecs, pulling hair into my mouth, pulling his sweat off, dampening it with my spit, and letting is slide out.  I feel like I’m marking my territory.  I move south and almost lose my load when I see his belly button.  Hairy as the rest of him, but a deep cavernous hole.  My tongue swirls around the outside edge, enjoying the rough manly skin and soft hair.  I feel him remove his shirt.  I let my hands wander up his body.  They latch on to his nipples and gently twist.  He groans.  He puts his hands a top of mine and increases the pressure.  Ah, he also has sensitive nipples, file that away for later.  Back to his navel.  After depositing a copious amount of spit in the area, I dip my tongue into it.  It seems like a bottomless pit.  I’m in heaven.  I push further in, still no bottom.  I press my face to his rock-hard abs, and then some, forcing him to relax them or get hurt.  I finally bottom out.   My unit swells.  He lets out a loud groan of pleasure.  I maneuver my tongue around the entire area, pushing more spit into it, and then scooping it out and swallowing the mixture of sweat and spit.  My unit is quickly growing.  I release his nipples; he groans at the loss. I lower my shorts and free my monster.  I grab his shorts and, as gently as possible, lower them.  No underwear, good man, make my job easier.  I keep moving my tongue in and out of his navel.  He’s put his hands on the back of my head and is forcing me to dig deeper.  I tense my body and he can no longer move me.  He releases my head.  I go back to bobbing back and forth.  I curl his balls in my left hand and judge their weight. Not too bad.  I feel a heavy load in them waiting to be unleashed.  I start to massage them, while finishing up with his belly button.  I extract my tongue, look up to face him and see his eyes have glassed over.  He sways a bit and starts to topple.  I release his balls, and quickly catch him in my arms.  He doesn’t notice.  I kneel onto the floor and lay him on the ground.  He’s still foggy.  I spread his legs and move between them.  I lift his balls and place my unit at his hole.  I gently push.  He immediately comes out of the fog, looks down his hairy muscular body at me.  I wink and smile.  He smiles back and flexes his biceps.  I lick my lips.  I push harder, but he’s still tight.  I take his balls back into my hand and gently roll them around.  I also lean down and swallow his 10-inch unit to the hilt.  He moans loudly, melts due to my touch, and his hole opens.  I push my 11-inch steel pipe into him in one fell swoop.  He grunts when I bottom out.  Now the fun begins.  I tense my body and lean back.  His back comes off the ground.  His eyes go wide.  I continue to fall backward onto my hunches and he’s now at a 30-degree angle.  I’m smiling.  He’s got a scared smile on his face.  I wink at him and blow him a kiss.  I put my hands under his lower back to make him feel secure, then I stand up.  I’ve got my muscle man in a suspended congress position.  I love it.  He seems to be terrified.  I can sense his questions, how, why, HOW?  I gently grip his lower back and begin to thrust him back and forth, like he’s my own private flesh light.  My body does not move.  His is now wildly gyrating on my steel bar and his eyes are manic.  His head is swiveling around looking for a place for him to put his arms for stability.  My sexy boy doesn’t get it yet.  I flex my dick and move him from a 30-degree angle to 45-degrees.  I keep moving him off and on my bar.  His unit swells and I can sense he’s close.  He’s still staring at me. I decide this is as good a time as any for him to erupt.  I want him to get a better sense of my power.  I release my hands from his sides and move them into a double bicep pose.  It’s nothing special compared to his boulders, but it does the trick.  I thrust my hips once more, bottom out, and his cum explodes out of his body.  His dick thrashes all over the place, like a wild fire hose.  Cum lands everywhere, me, him, the floor, and a few splotches on the ceiling.  I hold back my load.  His eyes glaze over again after his 2 minute eruption.  I lower him back to the floor and carefully extract myself.  I walk over to a steel reinforced bucket I keep in the corner of the basement, pick it up, put my dick in it and yank it twice.  Cum rockets out, denting the bottom.  After a minute I finish.  The bottom third of the bucket is filled.  I set it down for later.  I walk back to my stud.  He’s up on his elbows and grinning at me.  Guess he saw my release.  I shake my head no. He frowns.  I pick up the 50-pound weight, toss it in the air, catch it, and proceed to close my fist around it.  I compact the weight to the size of a lacrosse ball. He cums again just watching me.  I toss the weight back to him and smile.

I move my face lower and bump into his unit.  I nudge it aside.  I inhale his groin musk.  Sweat and cum, ah, the nectar of life.  I go to work dampening the whole area.  My tongue works overtime getting him sufficiently wet.  I push my index finger into his waiting hole.  He’s nice and loose from last night.  I wiggle it around and he squirms a bit.  I take his left ball into my mouth.  It’s as big as a lemon.  I slurp on it, pulling the hairs with my teeth, nibbling on his sensitive skin.  He squirms again.  I release the left and take the right one into my mouth and do the same.  He’s beginning to writhe around.  I put my left hand on his dick and gently tug the swelling unit.  He calms down. 

My fingers play with his piss slit and I coax a dollop of pre-cum out of him.  He sighs.  I release his ball from my mouth and move the pre-cum coated hand to it.  I slurp my fingers, pulling every drop of his fluid into my mouth, but do not swallow.   I remove my finger from his hole and climb up his body.  I straddle him. He smiles. I lean down and he willingly opens his mouth.  I shove half the load of pre-cum into his mouth.  His tongue laps at mine for more.  I grin at his need.  He swallows what I allow him to have. His eyes plead with me for more. 

I scoot my body down his, his sweaty hair getting my body wet.  I reach his unit and grasp it. I look up to him and his eyes light up in anticipation.  I slide further down and off his body.  I’m between his legs again.  I easily lift them up.  He reaches his huge hands down and grabs his ankles and pulls back, lifting his backside up off the bed a bit.  This gives me easy access.  I’m at full mast, but keep it bent downward for now.

He winks his hole at me.  I look up over his balls and down his body, past his heaving chest.  He’s smiling.  I wink at him and bend back down.  I carefully place my hands on his quads and lower my mouth to his waiting hole.  I lap at it. He sighs.  I coat his whole hairy hole with enough spit to fill a canteen.  Some dribbles onto his back, some towards his balls.  He’s moaning the whole time. 

The third night after we met, I surprised him by showing up at his condo.  I knocked on the door, but he did not answer.  I tested the knob and found it to be locked.  I thought maybe he isn’t home.  I pressed my ear to the door and could faintly hear him.  I knew what he was up to.  I grabbed the knob again, looked around, did not see anyone, and twisted.  The knob and lock caved to my power.  I gently pushed the door in and once inside closed it and twisted again, smashing the lock back into place.  He’ll need to replace it before he moves out and in with me.  I casually walk around and check out the recent bodybuilding magazines he has on his sofa.  I see a few photos of Jeff Nippard too.  God, that Canadian bodybuilder is a stud.  Muscular, smart, and an absolutely gorgeous beard.  The fun I could have with him.  I start to tent, but remember, my muscle beast is here somewhere.  I check the kitchen because you never know where some people prefer to rock their boat.  Not there, nor any of the downstairs rooms. I head up the steps.  I see his bedroom door at the far end of the hall and it’s closed.  I pad down to it and put my ear to the door.  I hear heavy breathing and the springs on the bed are creaking.  Yup, my hairy stud is in there.  I listen for another second and hear a second voice moaning.  Hmmm, wonder what’s up.  I quietly open the door and there is my Irish God, going to town on another stud.  I watch from the door.  I get hard.  Two studs. The muscles, the strength, the hair.  Number 2 is black god with huge biceps and dreadlocks cascading down around his face.  I can see chest hair and a full black beard.  My unit immediately tears thru my shorts and pre-cum is dripping out.  I groan.  They both turn to me.  Irish is shocked, but a smile quickly comes over his face.  Black stud just stares at me with a ‘who the fuck are you?’ look.  I wink to them.  I wander over and grab the black stud’s 9-inch cock.  I grip it with the slightest pressure in my right hand.  His eyes bulge out and his face shows immediate pain.  Both his hands move to my one in an attempt to pry it off.  No go.  Irish just smiles and keeps pounding, sweat coating his hairy muscles and dripping onto the black muscle stud.  The black beast attempts to lean up and move.  I place my left hand on his chest and push him down onto the bed and hold him still.  He’s groaning with fear.  I release some of the pressure from his chest.  He nods in appreciation and removes his hands from the one I have on his unit.  I jerk him gently.  His eyes glaze over.  He involuntarily flexes his right bicep and my mouth waters.  My left hand reaches out and caresses the muscle.  He flexes harder.  I continue to massage it and my fingers wander over the prominent veins.  I softly squeeze and his muscle instantly caves to my power.  Damn, I thought he would have move resilience.  He stares at me with a ‘what did you just do look’.  I shrug my shoulders.  I release him.  His body relaxes.  I move to the end of the bed and gently pull my Irish stud out of him.  He does not resist.  I then reach a hand out to the black stud and as he grabs it, I pull him toward me.  I gesture for him to stand up.  He does.  I maneuver both studs so one is on either side of me.  They’re looking at each other and then down at me.  I rub their impressive abs and smile.  I move my right hand under Irish’s balls and caress them.  I move my left under Black’s and do the same.  They moan, lean to each other, and start to kiss.  After a few minutes of warm up, I move both index fingers to their holes.  Both are loose and wet which makes the next part easy.  I insert and wiggle.  They moan louder and kiss each other harder.  I feel slobber dripping on my head.  I like it. Their units start to bob wildly.  The next part should send them over the edge fairly quickly.  I bend down a bit, splay my hands so I create a nice base for their asses in the palm of my hands, push my fingers in to the hilt, then stand up. I hear them both let out an expletive. I sense they are looking down at me.  I start to gyrate my fingers in and out of the holes, slowly at first, but quickly increasing the speed. I hear them kissing again.  Their magnificently hard steel rods are bobbing around my face.  I turn and catch Irish’s first. I bob on his hairy 10 inches a few times to lather it up.  I release, catch the other guy’s 9 inches, and do the same.  Both studs are moaning and I can tell they are close.  I move my arms from my sides to the front of me.  The boys are now in front of me and are still kissing, but are now hugging each other.  Both rods are right in front of me.  I raise my arms a bit and they are now at mouth level.  I bring my arms toward my body and when the studs are close enough, I inhale both rods at the same time.  I just stretch my jaw to accommodate both.  A 9-incher and a 10-incher. Their girth is nothing to sneeze at either. They stop kissing and look down.  I glance up and wink.  I wash my tongue under both units at the same time and rub the prominent veins a few times.  They go back to intensely kissing each other.  I apply just a bit more pressure and boom, they both let out deep long groans and reward me with mouthful of thick salty cum.  I open my throat and let it slide down.  Now it’s my turn to moan.  It’s a low guttural moan.  My body shakes, causing theirs to shake too.  I savagely pump fingers in and out of them and am rewarded with another, weaker, load from both.  To say these muscle studs look tired, would be an understatement.  I walk to the bed, bend down a bit and set them on it.  I extract my fingers and hear them groan at the vacancy.  I climb onto the bed with them and get between them.  They turn so they are facing me.  I glance down at my 11-inch rod and both guys get the hint.  I close my eyes and next thing I know; I have four hands massaging and caressing my dick and balls.  I can feel their units start to expand.  I curl my arms under their shoulders and bring them closer to me.  We are one big messy love sandwich with me in the middle.  My studs keep yanking me like there is no tomorrow.  I just let them have their fun.  After 5 minutes, they begin to slow.  I can sense their units are fading.  It’s time to reward my beasts.  I buck my hips twice and they jerk me harder at the prospect of me finishing.  I turn to kiss them one at a time.  I then hug them fiercely, roar, and let my load explode out.  I take control of my dick, flex it upward a bit, and shoot the load over our heads.  It splatters into the wall behind us almost at the ceiling.  I continue to cum for over a minute.  As my last shot is rolling up my tube, I exhale, flex my abs and push the load out just hard enough to impress my studs.  It flies thru the air, hits the wall, and I can hear the drywall crack.  I smile and release the hug.  I feel wetness, glance down, and see my muscle studs have cum again.  I gently kiss each one in appreciation.

I carefully insert my tongue.  Don’t want to bruise him there again.  I push in and out a few times.  He immediately loosens up.  I dive deeper, he moans. I massage the inside edges of his hole.  My nose is right there and I inhale his scent.  My dick throbs. 

As I maneuver my body over his, he releases his ankles.  I put my left hand on his lower back, keeping his body crunched up so we are in a modified 69. I force my dick to flex down toward his waiting mouth.  My mouth now has easy access to his 10 inches, his balls, and his hole.  I feel his tongue lap at my piss slit.  I allow a drop of pre-cum to boil up my rod and seep out.  I feel his body lean up and his mouth attaches to my unit and begins an intense sucking motion.  He bobs his head as much as he can. 

I continue to have fun with his bottom area.  I insert my right pinkie and thumb into his hole and very gently widen it.  He tenses with pain and releases my unit.  His body becomes rigid.  I ease off and feel his body relax.  His mouth comes back up to my unit.  I lower my body to meet him.  He inhales me and starts suck again.  God he’s good. 

I put only my right thumb in his hole and move it in a circular motion, widening him.  He moans, but this time in pleasure.  I stop the circular motion and start to push in and out.  He moans and it vibrates around my unit.  I sigh.  I’m doing something right.  Stud is getting me close.  I think I’ll let him enjoy my load today. 

I dip my tongue to his hole and insert some spit.  I keep my thumb in him and continue to pound him.  He groans and his body tenses.  I lick his balls and feel his load travel out and down his tube. I quickly grab his iron rod and move my head to inhale him.  I get it just in time.  His load explodes into my mouth, with some dripping out onto his fur covered body. 

I pull my thumb out of him and his legs fall to the bed.  I continue to suck him as he does me. 

I gently push my unit further into his throat and soften it just enough so it can fit the contours of his throat and slide down.  He doesn’t choke or gag.  My stud.  I release his cock and move to his hairy abs and start to lick up any cum that dripped out of my mouth. I run my hands up and down his hairy abs and sides.  I see a few drops in his bellybutton.  I dive in.  My brain goes into overload. 

I inhale his scent again, snort a few drops of cum by accident, let my body loosen, and release a load for him to enjoy.  I make sure it does not rocket out of me and hurt him.  It’s just forceful enough to push him down into the bedding.  He moans again and slurps down every drop. 

When I finish, he sucks me feverishly for more.  I allow a partial load out and hear him sigh with gratitude.  He rubs my back with love.  I feel his unit jerk and spasm.  His body tightens. I hold him and his load sprays my hair and face.

After we’ve both calmed down, I twist around and lay next to him.  I lean over and we kiss.  He puts his hand on my cheek and pulls us closer together. 

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Well, July 5 is definitely just as explosive as the 4th.  Thank you very much.  Strength, sex, and muscles - all of my favorites.

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First off, I'm always a fan of significant size differences, so that was awesome. More importantly though, I really enjoyed how it was right to the point sex, but there was also romance present in a way. Great read, thank you!

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