You rock me

The man in front of me revels as my come splatters all over him. The men
who were kissing and rimming me walk around to my front and kneel down
with the dark-haired man. They luxuriate like he does as ropey strands of
my semen cover them. Like milk my seed splashes around us.

My men finish jerking off and their own spunk joins mine. My orgasm
rages inside me, somehow still prolonged.

My body savors its pleasure, not willing to let any fragment of this
experience go unnoticed. I stretch my arms above my head, loving the
feeling of my muscles elongating, filling with strength, ecstasy and
power. It’s as if my orgasm continues, instead of fading, spilling into
every part of me, continually renewed.

But instead of now feeling sleepy, I feel energized and excited. It’s
like this place is magical, where anything can happen.

The men who have pleasured me separate and disperse, I figure, to find
new adventures.

That’s what I’m going to do now too.

The steam gathers around me again and then parts to reveal a door – was
it there before? – beckoning me with whispers of new bliss. I walk to it
and it gets larger in my vision.

I pass through the door and enter a new room. The sound of the dripping
and gently splashing water is sensual in my ears as my bare feet pad
silently on the floor. I wonder what is waiting for me and a second
later, I see.

A table sits in the center of the room, the only furniture visible.

Ornate fountains around the edges of the chamber are the source of the
water sounds. But my eyes are centered on the table and what’s on it – a
naked man. Lying on his stomach, his beautiful physique on perfect
display for me. He looks like a model for a gym, but he’s not flat on the
page of a magazine, he’s real and here.

This guy needs to get fucked.

And I am just the man for the job. I walk up to the table and stand
there looking down at the magnificent specimen of man-meat in front of me.
His skin is bronzed and gleaming, shiny with moisture like a tropical
plant in a sweltering rain forest. In the hollow of the small of his back
rests a single square condom package.

I can’t just look at him. I have to get inside him, interact with him,
be a part of him.

So I reach out my hands and place them on the round globes of the guy’s
ass. I squeeze gently and find the succulent mounds of flesh both supple
and firm. The man sighs contentedly as I knead his butt cheeks like
they’re bread dough – soft yet strong, fresh and delicious. He shifts
slightly on the table and pushes his ass back against my hands – he loves
what I’m doing, almost as much as I do.

I gently pull his cheeks apart to reveal his pink hairless asshole. It’s
beautiful, and it needs me. As if drawn to it by an unseen force, I move
to the shorter side of the rectangular table so I have the best access to
it.

Then I carefully lean forward between the guy’s legs until my nose and
mouth are right above his butt hole.

Inhaling deeply, I smell him, clean and fresh, like he just got out of
the shower, with just a hint of masculine musk. Moving in closer, my lips
touch his asshole gently. It is soft, and he moans quietly in
appreciation. I kiss it, then again, and it’s wonderful. My tongue comes
forward out of my mouth, wanting to taste him.

I lick him, loving the feel of the tight yet flexible ring of muscle that
surrounds his hole. Then I center my tongue against that hole and push it
inward slowly. It gives a little and allows me to enter.

There is a surge of warmth between my legs and I realize that my cock is
fully erect again, despite having shot a load only minutes before. I lean
in, trapping my dick between my body and the wood of the table. It feels
good. As I move forward my tongue goes deeper into the man’s asshole, and I’m ready to tonguefuck him now.

I inhale deeply, drinking in the scent of this man as if it is liquid, cool
and refreshing. He exhales softly as my tongue pushes deeper into him,
a murmur of contentment. It’s amazing and wonderful to feel him this way.
I’ve never met this man, we don’t know each other, yet the bond
between us is now strong, electric, palpable, somehow powerful. In these
moments with him, it’s as if we communicate.

It’s non-verbal, this communication – purely physical yet emotional at
the same time. Our bodies converse and commune, the intensity of our
intercourse expanding outward from the point of contact. I push harder
with my tongue, wanting to go further into him, needing our connection to
deepen even more.

My cock aches between my legs, itself wanting to be where my tongue is.
But I will it to wait – I can savor this bliss before I change its form,
before I exchange it for another, even more potent feeling.

I caress his hole with my lips, trying to take it inside me as if I could
eat it. I want him inside me, as I am inside him.

I draw myself out now so I can lick him. His hole puckers as my tongue
pulls out, like it’s disappointed by its departure. But I’m not
departing, no, just changing our pleasure into something else, another
shade on the rainbow spectrum of ecstasy.

There is so much left to enjoy.

I lick the man with long strokes of my tongue, starting far below his
hole, almost at the place where his ball sack begins then up past his
hole, between his cheeks and to the spot where his back meets his ass.
Each stroke is ecstatic in its sensual power. I can’t see my dick in this
position but I know it is leaking pre-cum that drips out of me in pearly
strings that I feel touching my thighs.

Soon I realize that my cock cannot be denied any longer, and I lift
myself completely onto the table on top of the man.

“Please…” he whispers, his tone one of utter submission, “please fuck
me.”

Like our communication before, my answer is non-verbal.

I pull myself further on top of him, until our bodies match position
exactly. Now my cock nestles itself between his ripe, full cheeks,
desperate to enter him.

But before it does, I take the condom from the small of his back, tear
open the package and rolling it onto my eager dick. Now I’m ready, and
use one hand to guide my rod into the man’s hole, the other hand holding
me up. He is so slick from my tonguefucking that we don’t need lube.

“Aaahhh…” he breathes as I push smoothly into him. My tongue-fuck had
prepared him, and his hole is ready for me, welcoming me, receiving me
gladly. Our new union is fantastic, unbroken, breathless. The man arches
his back, raising his torso off the table and lifting mine as he does with
surprising strength.