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Furniture
So it’s a slow Saturday afternoon, and I’m sitting back on my sofa, watching an episode of DC’s Legends of Tomorrow that I’ve seen already. I’m wearing nothing but a loose tank top - I used it in the gym but it’s so worn that I keep it for home use these days. I’m idly twiddling my nipples with both hands, because Gymboy’s head is between my legs. He’s nude, and I can see the top of his head, and the shapes of his muscles across his broad back.
I have one leg on the floor, and the other is hooked over his shoulder, my foot resting against his back. He’s sucking slowly on my cock - he’s been servicing me for a while.
“It’s like you’re my furniture,” I say, “Like the best foot stool, ever.”
Gymboy looks up, meets my eyes, and somehow manages to look thoughtful as he slurps hard on my dick. He takes it out of his mouth, but keeps a hand on it, holding me in an erect angle.
“Can also,” he says, and gets back to work.
I keep teasing my nipples, and let Gymboy do his job for a while. The episode ends and I shut off the tv and computer. Then I tell him to swap places with me. He sits up on the couch, and I bend over in front of him, spreading my cheeks so he can rim my ass.
He does a good job, and after a few minutes I am even harder than before.
Time for a fuck.
I step away, strip off my tank top and prep, getting a condom out of my small basket of supplies. A quick rip and roll and I’m all set, dick pointing up and away from me, sheathed and ready. I take the bottle of lube and turn back to the couch: Gymboy has both legs up, holding on to them by his ankles, on display. I fondle his balls with one hand but leave his dick alone - he’s so hard that his foreskin has slipped back quite a bit. There’s a bead of clear precum at his slit, and as I play with his globes, it drips down the side of his cockhead.
I let go, and pump a few squirts of lube into my hand, slick up my dick, and then pump a few more squirts for Gymboy’s asshole. I use my fingers to loosen him up, pumping more lube as I go, till he gasping a little as I fingerfuck his smooth rosebud.
I put down the bottle of lub and grasp his dick with my slick hand, give him a few strokes, and then wipe off the remainder of the lube on the inside of his thigh. He licks his lips as I put my hands on the underside of his legs, and position my erection at his opening.
I’m tempted to push in hard, but he’s been a good boy, and has earned this fuck. I go in slow, instead, with only a little resistance. Gymboy breathes heavily as I force my way in. Guess I did a good job loosening him up.
I adjust my position, keep my eyes on Gymboy’s face, and start moving. I can see immediately that he likes it, and I change the angle of my thrusts slightly till he opens his mouth, a silent “O”, and I know I’ve hit his spot. My steady rhythm is working its magic, and I see his eyes widen before he tilts his head back, giving in to the feeling (I assume).
His breathing is loud, and more laboured as I fuck him, and soon I hear low moans, almost purring, in time to my thrusts. I can see his hips moving, too, little movements, but in this position he can’t move much. I take advantage, lean forward, managing to keep thrusting with my hips, and place my hands on his pecs. I have my thumbs on his nipples, and he lifts up his head to look at me. I brush his nipples and he gasps.
“Can I cum? Cum while you’re fucking me?” he says. I shake my head, no.
“Furniture doesn’t get to cum,” I say.
He looks up, strangling a gasp, bites his lip (I’m still hitting his spot), and nods once, okay. He’s a good boy, like I said.
I bend forward to kiss him, and speed up, taking care, trying to keep up the sensation for him. I think I’ve succeeded, because as our tongues tangle, he moans into my mouth, softly at first, and then louder.
When I straighten up, he licks his lips again.
“I … I try to control,” he says, but I can tell from his dilated pupils and the shine in his eyes that it’s difficult. I slow down again, more shallow strokes, and I think I’m still getting him off, since he’s got a determined look, and is shuddering with the effort of not cumming.
I pull out a little, and he makes a strangled noise, disappointed. I don’t withdraw all the way, though, and when he looks up at me, I grin, and push back in, hard, as deep as I can.
He grunts, and continues to grunt as I fuck him hard, long strokes, out and then all the way in, and I’m grunting too. When I’ve had enough of banging him, I slow right back down, and try to find the angle where I’m working his spot - found it, because Gymboy moans, mmm, and then puts his head down, relaxing into the feeling.
I keep on like that for a while, slow and steady, then hard and fast, Gymboy rewarding me with either low groans or grunting, till both of us are dripping with sweat. It’s a warm day, even though the sky is overcast, and I didn’t turn on the airconditioning before we started. To tell you the truth, it’s a turn-on, seeing Gymboy glistening wet, his defined abs clenching from time to time as I fuck him, my own sweat dripping down my body, my dick slipping into and out of his hole.
“I’m gonna cum soon,” I say, and bend over him, bracing myself on either side of his body, my arms straight, my elbows locked, and I move my feet back so that I am in a plank position. Gymboy lets go of his legs, and wraps them around me, and then puts his hands on my chest, fingering my nipples. As I slam down into him with my hips, hard but not fast, he grabs my pecs: he knows how much of a turn on it is for me to have my chest played with, and he tortures my nipples, pinching and pulling them as I pump into him faster and faster till I unload into his ass.
I collapse down on him, and we kiss, again, and I can feel his erection hard against my body. I straighten up, and pull out: my condom is pretty full, and I can tell I’ve managed quite a big load. I’m still hard, though, to my surprise. Maybe I have another load in me.
Gymboy puts his legs down and moves to sit up, and I gesture for him to stay down.
“Furniture, remember?” I say, and he stays still, his legs spread. I step to my supplies and get another condom, rip it open and roll it on Gymboy’s cock, then pick up the bottle of lube from where I put it down, and lube up, first his dick, and then my ass. I turn around, reach behind me to pull up Gymboy’s dick, and position it so that I can sit down on it.
It goes in, and I enjoy the dull ache of being stretched out by Gymboy’s fat cock. I turn back, and he has a smile on his face, but he doesn’t move. I bounce on him, slowly at first, my cock still encased, my previous load trapped around my dick head. I climb on the sofa so that I’m squatting over him, and speed up a bit till my rod is bouncing, too, riding Gymboy like he’s my new toy, listening to him grunting softly as I pleasure myself. The intensity isn’t right, though, so I get off him.
“Fuck me till you shoot,” I say, “Fast one.”
I get on the sofa, kneeling with my legs together, my cock and balls trapped in front of my thighs, and bend over bracing against the backrest. I turn back, and watch Gymboy push his way into me again, and look forward again as he puts his hands on my waist before thrusting into me, ramming me hard.
“Yeah, harder,” I say, and he obeys. I told you he was a good boy.
He pumps me hard, till my breath is ragged, and then he starts grunting. I can smell the sweat coming off the two of us. I’m going to have to wipe down the sofa after this.
I’m a little uncomfortable, and I manage to spread my legs a bit while he continues to pump me. That feels better, and I put one hand around my shaft, and jack myself with the condom. The cum trapped around my dickhead feels good, and I can feel my tide rising, for the second time. He better not cum before I do.
“Can I cum?” Gymboy says, and I’m so close that I tell him yes.
We almost cum together, my load spurting out of me just as he bangs into me hard, interrupting his rapidfire fucking and turning into a handful of long, deep strokes. When he stops moving, breathing hard, my condom has been filled a second time.
He pulls out and I get off the couch. I kneel on the floor in front of him, looking up at his beautiful body, abs and large pecs, defined v-lines, shining with sweat, watching him catch his breath. I pull off his condom, and suck on his cock, which makes him gasp, and then when he’s clean, I sit back up on the sofa and spread my legs. I’m still holding his condom, and then I pull off my own, and upend both of them, squeezing out three loads of fresh jizz on my cock and balls. Gymboy doesn’t need to be instructed, and he’s on his knees again in front of me. I lift my leg and put it over his shoulder, and we’re back where we began.
Best footstool ever, slurping up the mess we’ve made, cleaning all that cum.
When he’s done, I let him go to the shower first, while I dispose of the condoms and put the lube away. Grab a cloth from the kitchen and wipe down the sofa, too, and then I join him to clean up.
We get dressed, and go out to dinner.
Willing Hole
He grunted, once, as I pushed in past his ring, and then stayed silent when I started moving. When I bent over and reached under him, my fingers found that he was stiff, fully hard, and his dickhead was wet. I pulled back his foreskin and flicked my index finger across the underside of the exposed head. He groaned.
I straightened up, and concentrated on fucking him, doggy-style. I started slow, almost all the way out and back in again, and then went faster, speeding up to a steady pump. When I went even faster still, he dropped his head, so that it was against the chaise. I could hear him breathing, heavily.
I pulled out, pushed him so that he was lying face-down on the chaise, and then rubbed the tip of my very hard cock between his cheeks, teasing his hole, actually trying to find it, and when I did, I sank myself in (another grunt) till I was lying on top of him. I kissed the back of his neck, and bucked my hips to keep fucking him.
He said “fuck, yeah” and then fell silent, and we lay like that for a while, me keeping up a steady but more shallow pace.
I pulled out again, took the tube of lube that I’d left nearby and greased myself up again.
“On your back,” I said, and he flipped himself over, moving so his ass was at the edge of the chaise, lifting his legs up and spreading them wide. I took up a position between his spread legs, bent my knees a little, and pushed myself in. He grimaced, but didn’t make a sound.
Once I was in all the way, I put my hands on either side of his torso, and stretched my legs back, planking over him, and then resumed fucking him. This position gave me more freedom of movement, and I thrust, longer strokes and more deeply into him. I started slow, and then once he was used to it, I really gave it to him. I knew I was hitting the spot because he started making soft grunts, almost exhaling, in time to the drilling he was getting.
I didn’t want to finish so quickly, even though I was close. I repositioned myself, standing this time, and hit my steady rhythm. He opened his eyes (he’d closed them at some point while I was hammering him) and looked up at me. I kept going, but put my hands on his chest, grabbed his nubs between my thumbs and forefingers and pinched hard, then pulled them up and away from his body.
He responded like I was electrocuting him, writhing and twisting, groaning loudly. That excited me - I let go, and brushed the tops of his nipples with my thumbs. He recovered himself, panting.
“You ready to cum?” I said.
Gymboy had been very good, had not even touched himself once since he had arrived. I hadn’t seen him since the last time I told you about (https://6sg.tumblr.com/post/175780977574/i-love-it) and when we discussed meeting he said he wanted to try letting me be more in charge., I said that I wanted him to be my willing mouth and hole, and that he wasn’t to stimulate himself in any way.
The thought must have excited him, and he was pitching a tent in his shorts when he got here. True to his word, he stripped carefully, avoiding touching his crotch, and even when he sucked me to get me hard enough to fuck him, he didn’t play with himself, touch his body, or his junk at all. He assumed a position on all fours on the chaise while I sheathed my hard rod and lubed it up, and before I climbed up behind him to push myself in, I saw that he was still fully hard.
He nodded, and I put my hand around his erection, and slowed down a bit, stroking his cock from tip to root as I pushed in and out of him, also all the way. He frowned and gasped, and then moaned that he was cumming - even my slow stroking set him off. I stopped moving and gave his cock another pull, and watched him empty his balls, exhaling as a thick load pumped out of him.
It was so thick that it almost dribbled, even though he was clenching over and over again, rapid spasms. I waited until he was done: I counted nearly twenty pulses. Then I scooped up his thick batter with the edge of my finger - Gymboy opened his mouth, expecting to be fed his own product - but instead I pulled myself out of him and twisted my finger to deposit it, a straight line of white goo, all along my own hard dick.
His eyes widened and he gasped as I reinserted myself into his hole, and fell silent as I fucked his own load back into his ass. I was close myself, and sped up rapidly until I also came, filling up my condom as I thrust into him. I stopped, fully inside him, pulsing my PC muscle to finish emptying my balls.
I lay down on top of him, and we kissed, as Gymboy wrapped his legs around me. “That was fucking hot,” he said, when our lips separated.
“Suck me?” I said, and he nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion. I meant what I said about a willing mouth, and he was living up to his promise.
I stood back up, pulled out, and took off my now-full condom, and he sat up and bent forward, taking my entire shaft into his mouth with one move and then sucking enthusiastically on it. He milked the last bits of my cum out with his lips, and sat up, smiling at me with a satisfied look, wiping a little saliva off his lips with the back of his hand.
We showered together, after I disposed of the used condom, and when we were touching and groping each other playfully in the shower, I smacked his ass with my open palm.
“Mmm,” he said, “that feels good. Maybe next time you can warm me up with a few spanks.”
I agreed, but didn’t wait for next time - when we hugged while rinsing off, I gave him a couple of swats, and gave him a couple more after he was dressed.
He kissed me goodbye and headed off, but not before telling me he was going to think of more things he wanted to try next time.