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When you know what the day will be like, you can't help but wake up with a smile on your face, because you know you'll get what you want, what you've been waiting for days.
I get up, I go down to the kitchen, and my wife, as usual, has already prepared every good thing for breakfast, croissants, coffee, foamed milk and a couple of slices of cake that just to see them, my stomach opens up even more.
"Honey, good morning! Have a good breakfast, I'm leaving in five minutes, I'll see you tonight, okay?" he says to me, tapping me on the cheek and squeezing my ass so hard he makes me laugh.
"Thanks, honey, have a good day at work!" I answer her, and I watch her walk away, get dressed and leave the house, with the car keys, and two minutes later I hear the sound of the car engine speeding away, and I blaspheme, for the marks she must have left on the driveway, as usual.
I fill my cup, and I start to have breakfast, undoing my robe and finally leaving my erection free, but without taking care of it, without touching myself, I don't even look at it, my hard dick, because I know that then his time will come, and the mere thought makes it harden even more.
But it's something else that spins in my head, it's the usual desire, overbearing, staring, that for days now populates every volute of my brain, clouding even the most important thoughts, and while I sip that dark and aromatic drink, I do nothing but look out the kitchen window, looking with my eyes at that small wooden hovel among the hydrangea bushes and the two large flowerbeds full of dahlias, ready to explode with their flowering.
I am excited, I am more and more, and the more I look at that little house built with my hands, the more my ass opens wide, that big ass of which my wife is so proud to brag to her friends, but that she doesn't even imagine is hungrier than her pussy.
I had built that little house myself, with my own hands, and it had become my refuge, where I built my models and where I spent my time in complete solitude, before it turned into something different, in the place of perdition where I gave vent to my innermost fantasies.
And even now I think about it, and I can't wait for it to happen, and while I think about it I look at the hedge, laughing, while I think about that mysterious secret passage, impossible to find if you don't know it, created under the thick foliage of clematis and wisteria, engraved on the boards of the fence, like a little door that gives onto a magical world, but that serves only my pleasure, and not only mine.
He enters from there, my neighbor, in spite of my and his wife, and he comes to me, only to me, always to me, with his desires ready to unleash inside me, and I give him what he wants, because that's what I want too, and that magic joint unites us in secret, making it even more exciting and indispensable.
I eat the last brioche, finish my coffee and go upstairs to take a shower, spending more time than usual under those jets of hot and steaming water, letting every muscle in my body get invigorated to face what's waiting for me, and I also shove the thin shower in my ass, rinsing well inside, then I go out, dry myself, and get dressed, sure that it will be soon, really soon.
There's only one thing, enjoy it, and I can't wait to do it, so much so that it makes me laugh, while I'm putting on my short pants, so that I can't get my dick inside, so hard and straight up that it seems to spite me, always coming out of the thick elastic.
I look in the mirror, the tight t-shirt fits perfectly my muscular torso, broad shoulders, strong arms and those two swollen pecs almost like my buttocks, which I look at turning sideways, thanking all the hours of gym that Laura forced me to do since before the wedding, for that curve on the loins that makes my ass protruding, tall, round, so swollen that when I shake my hips, I see the shorts move like a pair of bags full of water.
I go down, I go out under the porch, but from the front, with the phone at hand, and I light a cigarette, sucking hard, while the excitement of waiting goes up, and when I'm at the last shot, before smoking the filter, the signal comes, with a beep.
I open the message, it's always the same, it's our signal, and I laugh, with my heart beating a thousand, and I can hear it beating even on the veins of the cock and sphincter, looking at that little face in the shape of a pig face, pink, with a smile.
I crush the cigarette butt on the porcelain ashtray, resting on the side table, just above the coat of arms of a well-known brand of whisky, and I run into the house, locking the door, two turns, just in case.
I take the telephone with me, leave the living room in the back garden, then run through the path, trying not to slip on those grey stone slabs, each of a different shape, leading to the little house, almost completely hidden by those two large flowerbeds and the large chestnut tree, which with its branches keeps it shady and cool.
I enter, make room on the table, open just one of the little windows and light another cigarette, because I'm too excited, too high, and I lean on the big table, filling all the air with circles of smoke, caressing me, just touching my swollen nipples, my erection under my shorts, waiting for him to arrive.
I had thought it over well, and that secret passage opened directly in front of the back entrance, where a door without a handle, which only pushes open, let only those who knew about that second secret passage in, and in fact, when I'm almost at the end of the cigarette, I see that little door open, slowly, just squeaking, and then he appears, surrounded by the sunlight that now shines high in the sky, flooding his masculine and virile beauty.
He enters, letting the door close slowly behind him, and stands there, looking at me, a couple of seconds, and I do the same, smiling mischievously, in silence.
The more we look at each other, the more the desire increases, the more I look at him and the more I want him, with that white tank top from which come out short, shaggy hair, a bit pitch black and a bit white, like his short hair and his perfect beard, with those wide jeans, frayed on the ankles, and worn out on the flap, on his pockets, and I look at those strong arms, those sculpted biceps, hairy forearms, big, big hands, ready to grab me, while his eyes meet mine, and his fleshy, thin lips are moistened by his big tongue, with a gesture that makes him look like a hungry lion.
He approaches, I remain still, motionless, my hands resting behind me, on the table, and he stops a few inches from me, without taking his eyes off mine, and I smell his smell, his mixed scent of male and that strange shower soap that his wife always buys, with the scent of sandalwood, that pervades my nose, lighting up all my hormones, then his hands slip under my shirt, waving out of my shorts, and touch my belly skin, climb up, on my breastplates, and squeeze them tight, before those big fingers gather around my nipples, squeezing them so hard that I moan.
We don't talk, there's no need for words between us, our gaze is enough, and I feel his breath on my face, hot, with the scent of mint, because of that oil he puts on his beard, which becomes deeper and deeper, wheezing, panting, animalistic, and that sound excites me to death, watching that beast get excited like me, while he doesn't stop torturing my nipples, now big and swollen like two small dicks.
His eyes stare at me, deep, his tongue moves slowly and incessantly between his lips, moistening them, then he comes closer, and rests them on mine, and I immediately open them, letting that big tongue enter my mouth, intertwining with mine in a passionate, masculine dance, and I bite it, I suck it, I move it to free mine and shove it down his throat, leaving him breathless, while he gets even more excited, grunting, and squeezing his hands tightly on my chest, until I go into action, giving him what he wants, and taking what I want.
I have him leaning against the table, in my place, with that big, fat ass covered in worn-out jeans, and he puts his hands on it, then I make out once again, with my hands around his bulging neck, and I touch that mighty, strong body like a boulder, from the shoulders on the wide back, down to the hips, and back up again, on her strong, muscular chest like mine, with those freshly blossomed hairs that tickle the palms of my hands, but not as much as her nipples, horny and swollen, as big as my little fingers.
We look at each other, straight in the eyes, with sparks of desire and lust that shine brighter and brighter, he smiles at me, licking his lips again, and I go down, squatting down in front of him, rubbing his face on the package, smelling the smell of cock through the thick bleached fabric of the flap, then unbutton the first button, only with my lips and teeth, making it open in a flash, and always with my teeth I grab the zip slider, making it come down, opening that flap very slowly, listening to his deep breaths, and always keeping my eyes immersed in his.
I leave the edges of the jeans just opened, rubbing my nose on his pubis, bristling with shaggy chest hair, shaved a few days ago and just grown, finding the base of that huge cock, still limp, as I like it, smelling its smell, which mixes with the resin of the wood around us, and cigarette smoke, now dissolved in the air, while that monster of virile flesh begins to swell, making space between the fabric and showing itself to my eyes.
The veins pulsate, swell, filling with blood every millimeter of that dick, big, wide, with a flap of foreskin enclosed around the glans, to form a rosette of folds on the tip, where I immediately insert the tip of the tongue, moving it slowly, widening until I hear it banging against the chapel, and then he began to move it in a circle, pushing a little more, so as to make that soft hood move back, until he discovered it completely, reaching its protruding contour, and only then did I open my lips wide, taking it in my mouth, and slowly I reached the pubis, feeling the pinching of my lips by that very short hair.
I hold him between the tongue and the palate, feeling perfectly his warmth, the flow of blood and the beating of his heart on the lips, while he sighs and pants deeply, with his mouth closed, holding his head down, with his usual smug smile.
I know he likes it, and I continue, gently massaging and sucking that big cock, savoring its warm salty and slightly bitter taste, as it swells, advancing into my mouth until it presses against the palate with the chapel, rubbing against it as it advances towards the tonsils, swelling so much that I begin to struggle to contain it.
His rales and his deep grunts of pleasure increase, and his cock becomes too big to keep it all in my mouth, so I let it come out, slowly, following its swelling, until it's so big and hard that between my lips and on my tongue there's only the chapel left, which I keep licking with taste, all around, on the tip, and on the frenulum, that I know how to drive him crazy.
With that big thing in front of me, I lose all restraint, as usual, and the more I know that he desires my mouth, the more I desire that prick, and I take him with one hand, squeezing him tightly from the base, and I put him back in my mouth, even if only halfway, starting to suck him and beat him, lick him and lick him, unleashing all the desire that I've been keeping inside for days.
He mumbles something with tight lips, but laughs, caressing my head with his big hand, while I go wild on that prick, sucking him and swallowing him, with an almost ridiculous noise, which mixes great with my moans with full mouth, and his wheezing breath, then his other hand ends up on my head, and I know what I have to do, stopping myself and letting him slam it down my throat, over and over again, faster and faster, making it go down over my tonsils, until it takes my breath away, making my mouth explode with saliva, and ending up coughing, moving me away from his grip.
He enjoys it, laughs, under that thick gray mustache, while he mumbles with his mouth closed, and looks at me, trying to get his dick in my mouth again, opening his lips wide and trying to grab it with his tongue, but he plays with me, swinging it and pulling it away from my jaws, until I've won it, and I start again to suck every inch of that bird with force, which starts to drip nectar like a leaky tap.
I spread the flap of my trousers, uncovering its scrotum, and immediately I pick up those two big, round, firm, hard pricks like two river pebbles, feeling them even sizzle no matter how fast they were filling up, and that thought makes me go even more wild with my mouth and tongue on that huge dick, until he swallowed it and held it in his throat for at least a minute, apnea, letting him out only when he grunts, so loud that he can certainly hear himself out in the garden, but I don't give a damn, there's no one at home, and his wife, on the other side of the fence, certainly had other things to do, and surely she didn't even imagine that her husband was there with me.
After those two strokes of coughing, having collected the saliva that dripped into the corners of my mouth with my fingers, and smeared it well on her chapel, I struck her again with my tongue, gathering forward my foreskin and turning it inside it, making it grunt again, like a beast, an animal in heat, so much so that at that point it took me, lifted me up, and moved, throwing me onto the table, where it pushed me until I lay down with my torso and face.
I know he wants me, I know what he wants, and I know how he wants it, so I let him do it, because that's what I want too, and I want it so much that as soon as he pulls down my shorts, I quickly move my legs and feet, until I get rid of it.
My big ass is in front of his eyes, finally, and he grunts, sighs, shaking it with his hands, before slapping my ass, then he spreads them out, sighing louder and laughing, when he sees my anus, throbbing, hot, perfumed, who can't wait to receive his attentions, and doesn't disappoint me, he waits for nothing else, lowering himself behind me and shoving his beautiful face between my buttocks, mooing loudly and tickling my sensitive skin with his beard and mustache.
He looks like a crazy bull, with his big nose that makes its place between my ass and rubs on my asshole, with force, sniffing me heavily, before his lips lean against my sphincter and start sucking it, snapping, hitting it, until it barely hatches, so as to stick all that big, endless tongue, which begins to rave inside me.
I wow, I pant, I moan, holding myself with my hands at the edges of the table, and there I realize that I did well to nail my legs to the floor, so that I know it well stable under me, and I let it eat my ass, lifting it just and arching my back, spreading my legs and putting me on tiptoe, so that I can give it better, and feel it thoroughly tongue down even more.
He wants it, as I want it, he eats it, as I like it, and his huge hands hold my ass tight, while he fucks me with his tongue, fills my ass with saliva and then he sucks it, sucking it so hard that it pops, and makes me swell it, so much that I can push it out, making him grab it with his teeth, and laughing, exulting, knowing how crazy that game drives him.
After he has sucked and snapped it for at least a dozen times, slapping my ass, blowing on it, cheering with grunts and moaning like a real bull, he gets up, I hear him pull down his pants, and spit on his hand, panting, excited like a beast, and finally I can feel him hit me in the ass with his hard and hot dick, like a club, on one ass and then the other, and then leave him in the middle and approach them tight, moving him back and forth, laughing, high as never before.
I laugh too, panting, impatient to have him inside me, wiggling just left and right, while he continues to get more and more excited, rubbing the chapel against my asshole, soft, swollen, wet, relaxing and dilated, trying to catch that beast, but he still waits, playing like that to see me suffer waiting to have him inside me.
He spits again, I feel him collecting as much saliva as possible in my mouth, and then he makes it drip from his lips, on the crack of my ass, and I feel it dripping, hot, slimy, towards my anus, where it goes over the swollen muscle and its pulsating coils, falling directly into me, and his finger, the middle one, as usual, He ends up inside after it, pushing himself deeply, forcefully, and moving in circles, before I pull it out, to repeat the same gestures again, with the same finger and with the other hand, alternating them and then sticking them in together, and pulling them outwards, so as to open up my asshole, spitting in it again.
His strong and wheezy breaths fill my ears, mixing with my moans, while I'm getting ready, lifting myself with my shoulders, and arching my back well, resting my hands on the table and spreading my legs just bending my knees, with him continuing to rummage in my ass with those fingers, more time than usual, grunting with great pleasure while he spreads my ass.
He has four fingers inside of me, when he spits again on the palm of the other hand and spreads noisily all that saliva on my dick, then he slips them out of me, and immediately I feel his big chapel pushing against my sphincter, with strength and decision, sinking inside of me, annihilating the strength of my anal fibers and making its way into my bowels.
Everything gets inside me, in a single, slow but decisive blow he sinks into me until his balls collide with mine, and only then he grunts and pants, deeply, with an unrecognizable voice, and his hands slide from my ass along my back, until he stops on my shoulders, while he starts moving his pelvis back and forth, slowly.
I can feel him coming out of my anus, I can feel every part of that cock rubbing against my bowels and sphincter, every vein, every artery, every hot inch of skin of that cock coming out from inside me, until I can feel the contour of the glans pressing against the muscle, from the inside, and he is still retreating, just enough to tear my asshole, coming out.
He spits on it, again, and again he pushes it inside me, barely increasing the speed, but still coming up to pinch the skin of my ass with pubic hair, and slamming his scrotum against my perineum again, but it doesn't stay still for so long.
Immediately he squeezes my shoulders again with his hands, and his pelvis gradually increases the rhythm of his movements, and that monstrous cock starts pumping me in the ass with force, like a piston, as he always does, making my ass jerk, and the sound of his backbone banging against my ass, and the sound of his soggy cock banging up my anus, join our grunts, my moans and his panting sighs, while he's not going to give in with those loud and fast blows.
His hands move from my shoulders to my neck, squeezing it without hurting me, but holding me tight so that my back arches even more and hits me even harder in the ass, almost making me scream, but he worries that it doesn't make too much noise, covering my mouth with one hand, and I can hear him laughing, while he keeps the rhythm perfectly with his loins, pounding my ass at full speed.
He laughs, he keeps on laughing, making those strange animal noises, while he goes wild inside me, then his hands come down on my shoulder blades, pass under my arms and grab me by the chest, pulling me up, against him, and kisses my sweaty neck, licking it up to my ear, finally slowing down his movements.
That truce doesn't last long, though, just the time to turn around, together with me, without taking off my cock from inside, and putting himself in my place, leaning on the edge of the table with his ass, and I in front of him bend down, leaning down, with my hands on my knees, just before he starts fucking me upside down again, holding me by the hips so as not to lose my balance.
Bent like that, I can feel that monster banging directly against my prostate, now as big as a melon, and his continuous blows are kicking my ass, and my screams do nothing but beg him to give me more, to give it all to me, louder and louder, because that's what I want, I want, with all of myself, to take that huge dick in the ass as hard and as deep as possible, enjoying it like a real bitch.
Suddenly he stops, holding my hands on my softest hips, and then I take that bat in my ass, moving it up and down, round, back and forth, fucking me so hard that he grunts and pants like a breathless bull, while he laughs, looking at me, and slaps my ass, while I impale myself on his dick, enjoying it like a pig, more and more, but as soon as I speed up badly, rubbing my ass on his pubis, he blocks me, holds me still for a second, with all that beast inside, and then he starts again, mounting me properly, like a real stallion, pumping me hard all his dick in my backside, while he roars like a lion, gritting his teeth and unleashing all his strength.
By now my anus is unmade, maddish, swollen, and it wraps itself around his cock following his movements, unravelling all the saliva he spat out to lubricate me, and making a loud, ridiculous noise that excites both me and him, and then it accelerates even faster, louder, more decisive, more violent, as he likes it, and as I like it, while I scream, moan and yell, with my cock dripping and my prostate about to explode.
When I hear him panting louder, faster and deeper, I understand that it's the moment I've been waiting for, and he keeps pumping me harder and harder, until he suddenly stops, waits for a single moment and sends me away from his big dick, with a push on his ass with both hands, very fast.
I understand, I turn around, I get down, and like a lightning bolt I open my lips and take it in his mouth, tightening a couple of inches under the chapel, and with my hand I grab his balls, squeezing them firmly, while he uses his hand at the base of that huge, hot, juicy and wet dick, He was furiously jerking off, and screaming with his mouth open, until he came, trembling like a leaf, risking to lose his balance, so much that he took my head with his other hand, holding me with his dick in his mouth, while he shot flakes of sperm inside me, like a water gun.
A dozen or so splashes, as always, that one away from the other fill my mouth, with such a pressure as to look like bullets, hot, abundant, tasty, and I swallow them one after the other, after having spread them through my mouth with my tongue, tasting that sweet taste, squeezing those huge pricks with my hand to squeeze out all its juice, Until it stops, he can't take it any more, laughs and is out of breath, but still trembles, with blows, unsteady on those muscular legs, enjoying my tongue cleaning every trace of cumshot from that wet chapel and from that soft foreskin, which immediately afterwards covers it, making it disappear.
I stop, full of his cum, but eager to enjoy it too, and I stand up, preparing myself to enjoy it as he likes, and he lowers himself in my place, looking at my big, hard, swollen dick, dripping with nectar, which he immediately takes in his hand, licking it like an ice cream, tasting and swallowing my nectar, and looking me in the eyes, while he pinches my dick skin with the hair of his mustache and beard.
A few minutes, just a few minutes in adoration of my dick, then he opens his mouth, pulls out his big tongue, and with one hand he squeezes my cock, while with the other hand he squeezes my balls, very hard, making me moan, while I look at him from above, squeezing my nipples hard and letting me accompany the usual explosive orgasm.
A few minutes, just a few minutes of his splendid work of hands, with those big and wise big hands, working my dick and scrotum big time, with his big and lightning fast tongue playing with my frenulum, and I explode, I cum in his mouth, in his face, I even hit him in the eye.
I almost beat him, on the number of splashes that start like rockets from my chapel, some I see them disappearing directly into his throat, and the others I see them crashing into the hair of his beard, on the tip of his nose, on that perverse male pig's face, and I moan, I pant, I keep my hands at the table behind me, trying not to faint because of the intensity of that beastly pleasure.
He swallows every drop of cum coming out of my cock, then playing with his tongue on the chapel until I bend in two for pleasure, and I push him away, reluctantly, until he decides to let go and stand up, in front of me.
We kiss each other, with passion, with masculine passion, still knotting our tongues to the taste of sperm, while he tries to get his dick back in his pants, and to button the flap of those jeans.
After that tremendously virile and wet kiss, he smiles at me, gives me a caress on the cheek, and turns around, leaves, pushing that little secret door and disappears from my sight.
I remain there, a few more minutes, dazed, panting, soaked in sweat and semen, looking for my shorts on the floor, and putting them back on.
I return home, exhausted, but satisfied, and take a beer from the refrigerator, then leave with the cigarettes in my other hand, under the front porch.
Five minutes later, the phone beeps one of its usual beeps, so I grab it and unlock it, looking at the notification on the top of the screen.
"You're my drug, I can't do without you, thank you for the pleasure you give me, next time. "I'm crazy about you, asshole, take care of yourself, and save that ass for my big ass, okay?" and two red lips in the shape of a kiss finish the message.
I laugh, while my asshole still aches for that wild assault, but I'm satisfied, I feel good, finally my craving is satiated, and all the cum in my belly just makes me feel even better.
I get up, I go down to the kitchen, and my wife, as usual, has already prepared every good thing for breakfast, croissants, coffee, foamed milk and a couple of slices of cake that just to see them, my stomach opens up even more.
"Honey, good morning! Have a good breakfast, I'm leaving in five minutes, I'll see you tonight, okay?" he says to me, tapping me on the cheek and squeezing my ass so hard he makes me laugh.
"Thanks, honey, have a good day at work!" I answer her, and I watch her walk away, get dressed and leave the house, with the car keys, and two minutes later I hear the sound of the car engine speeding away, and I blaspheme, for the marks she must have left on the driveway, as usual.
I fill my cup, and I start to have breakfast, undoing my robe and finally leaving my erection free, but without taking care of it, without touching myself, I don't even look at it, my hard dick, because I know that then his time will come, and the mere thought makes it harden even more.
But it's something else that spins in my head, it's the usual desire, overbearing, staring, that for days now populates every volute of my brain, clouding even the most important thoughts, and while I sip that dark and aromatic drink, I do nothing but look out the kitchen window, looking with my eyes at that small wooden hovel among the hydrangea bushes and the two large flowerbeds full of dahlias, ready to explode with their flowering.
I am excited, I am more and more, and the more I look at that little house built with my hands, the more my ass opens wide, that big ass of which my wife is so proud to brag to her friends, but that she doesn't even imagine is hungrier than her pussy.
I had built that little house myself, with my own hands, and it had become my refuge, where I built my models and where I spent my time in complete solitude, before it turned into something different, in the place of perdition where I gave vent to my innermost fantasies.
And even now I think about it, and I can't wait for it to happen, and while I think about it I look at the hedge, laughing, while I think about that mysterious secret passage, impossible to find if you don't know it, created under the thick foliage of clematis and wisteria, engraved on the boards of the fence, like a little door that gives onto a magical world, but that serves only my pleasure, and not only mine.
He enters from there, my neighbor, in spite of my and his wife, and he comes to me, only to me, always to me, with his desires ready to unleash inside me, and I give him what he wants, because that's what I want too, and that magic joint unites us in secret, making it even more exciting and indispensable.
I eat the last brioche, finish my coffee and go upstairs to take a shower, spending more time than usual under those jets of hot and steaming water, letting every muscle in my body get invigorated to face what's waiting for me, and I also shove the thin shower in my ass, rinsing well inside, then I go out, dry myself, and get dressed, sure that it will be soon, really soon.
There's only one thing, enjoy it, and I can't wait to do it, so much so that it makes me laugh, while I'm putting on my short pants, so that I can't get my dick inside, so hard and straight up that it seems to spite me, always coming out of the thick elastic.
I look in the mirror, the tight t-shirt fits perfectly my muscular torso, broad shoulders, strong arms and those two swollen pecs almost like my buttocks, which I look at turning sideways, thanking all the hours of gym that Laura forced me to do since before the wedding, for that curve on the loins that makes my ass protruding, tall, round, so swollen that when I shake my hips, I see the shorts move like a pair of bags full of water.
I go down, I go out under the porch, but from the front, with the phone at hand, and I light a cigarette, sucking hard, while the excitement of waiting goes up, and when I'm at the last shot, before smoking the filter, the signal comes, with a beep.
I open the message, it's always the same, it's our signal, and I laugh, with my heart beating a thousand, and I can hear it beating even on the veins of the cock and sphincter, looking at that little face in the shape of a pig face, pink, with a smile.
I crush the cigarette butt on the porcelain ashtray, resting on the side table, just above the coat of arms of a well-known brand of whisky, and I run into the house, locking the door, two turns, just in case.
I take the telephone with me, leave the living room in the back garden, then run through the path, trying not to slip on those grey stone slabs, each of a different shape, leading to the little house, almost completely hidden by those two large flowerbeds and the large chestnut tree, which with its branches keeps it shady and cool.
I enter, make room on the table, open just one of the little windows and light another cigarette, because I'm too excited, too high, and I lean on the big table, filling all the air with circles of smoke, caressing me, just touching my swollen nipples, my erection under my shorts, waiting for him to arrive.
I had thought it over well, and that secret passage opened directly in front of the back entrance, where a door without a handle, which only pushes open, let only those who knew about that second secret passage in, and in fact, when I'm almost at the end of the cigarette, I see that little door open, slowly, just squeaking, and then he appears, surrounded by the sunlight that now shines high in the sky, flooding his masculine and virile beauty.
He enters, letting the door close slowly behind him, and stands there, looking at me, a couple of seconds, and I do the same, smiling mischievously, in silence.
The more we look at each other, the more the desire increases, the more I look at him and the more I want him, with that white tank top from which come out short, shaggy hair, a bit pitch black and a bit white, like his short hair and his perfect beard, with those wide jeans, frayed on the ankles, and worn out on the flap, on his pockets, and I look at those strong arms, those sculpted biceps, hairy forearms, big, big hands, ready to grab me, while his eyes meet mine, and his fleshy, thin lips are moistened by his big tongue, with a gesture that makes him look like a hungry lion.
He approaches, I remain still, motionless, my hands resting behind me, on the table, and he stops a few inches from me, without taking his eyes off mine, and I smell his smell, his mixed scent of male and that strange shower soap that his wife always buys, with the scent of sandalwood, that pervades my nose, lighting up all my hormones, then his hands slip under my shirt, waving out of my shorts, and touch my belly skin, climb up, on my breastplates, and squeeze them tight, before those big fingers gather around my nipples, squeezing them so hard that I moan.
We don't talk, there's no need for words between us, our gaze is enough, and I feel his breath on my face, hot, with the scent of mint, because of that oil he puts on his beard, which becomes deeper and deeper, wheezing, panting, animalistic, and that sound excites me to death, watching that beast get excited like me, while he doesn't stop torturing my nipples, now big and swollen like two small dicks.
His eyes stare at me, deep, his tongue moves slowly and incessantly between his lips, moistening them, then he comes closer, and rests them on mine, and I immediately open them, letting that big tongue enter my mouth, intertwining with mine in a passionate, masculine dance, and I bite it, I suck it, I move it to free mine and shove it down his throat, leaving him breathless, while he gets even more excited, grunting, and squeezing his hands tightly on my chest, until I go into action, giving him what he wants, and taking what I want.
I have him leaning against the table, in my place, with that big, fat ass covered in worn-out jeans, and he puts his hands on it, then I make out once again, with my hands around his bulging neck, and I touch that mighty, strong body like a boulder, from the shoulders on the wide back, down to the hips, and back up again, on her strong, muscular chest like mine, with those freshly blossomed hairs that tickle the palms of my hands, but not as much as her nipples, horny and swollen, as big as my little fingers.
We look at each other, straight in the eyes, with sparks of desire and lust that shine brighter and brighter, he smiles at me, licking his lips again, and I go down, squatting down in front of him, rubbing his face on the package, smelling the smell of cock through the thick bleached fabric of the flap, then unbutton the first button, only with my lips and teeth, making it open in a flash, and always with my teeth I grab the zip slider, making it come down, opening that flap very slowly, listening to his deep breaths, and always keeping my eyes immersed in his.
I leave the edges of the jeans just opened, rubbing my nose on his pubis, bristling with shaggy chest hair, shaved a few days ago and just grown, finding the base of that huge cock, still limp, as I like it, smelling its smell, which mixes with the resin of the wood around us, and cigarette smoke, now dissolved in the air, while that monster of virile flesh begins to swell, making space between the fabric and showing itself to my eyes.
The veins pulsate, swell, filling with blood every millimeter of that dick, big, wide, with a flap of foreskin enclosed around the glans, to form a rosette of folds on the tip, where I immediately insert the tip of the tongue, moving it slowly, widening until I hear it banging against the chapel, and then he began to move it in a circle, pushing a little more, so as to make that soft hood move back, until he discovered it completely, reaching its protruding contour, and only then did I open my lips wide, taking it in my mouth, and slowly I reached the pubis, feeling the pinching of my lips by that very short hair.
I hold him between the tongue and the palate, feeling perfectly his warmth, the flow of blood and the beating of his heart on the lips, while he sighs and pants deeply, with his mouth closed, holding his head down, with his usual smug smile.
I know he likes it, and I continue, gently massaging and sucking that big cock, savoring its warm salty and slightly bitter taste, as it swells, advancing into my mouth until it presses against the palate with the chapel, rubbing against it as it advances towards the tonsils, swelling so much that I begin to struggle to contain it.
His rales and his deep grunts of pleasure increase, and his cock becomes too big to keep it all in my mouth, so I let it come out, slowly, following its swelling, until it's so big and hard that between my lips and on my tongue there's only the chapel left, which I keep licking with taste, all around, on the tip, and on the frenulum, that I know how to drive him crazy.
With that big thing in front of me, I lose all restraint, as usual, and the more I know that he desires my mouth, the more I desire that prick, and I take him with one hand, squeezing him tightly from the base, and I put him back in my mouth, even if only halfway, starting to suck him and beat him, lick him and lick him, unleashing all the desire that I've been keeping inside for days.
He mumbles something with tight lips, but laughs, caressing my head with his big hand, while I go wild on that prick, sucking him and swallowing him, with an almost ridiculous noise, which mixes great with my moans with full mouth, and his wheezing breath, then his other hand ends up on my head, and I know what I have to do, stopping myself and letting him slam it down my throat, over and over again, faster and faster, making it go down over my tonsils, until it takes my breath away, making my mouth explode with saliva, and ending up coughing, moving me away from his grip.
He enjoys it, laughs, under that thick gray mustache, while he mumbles with his mouth closed, and looks at me, trying to get his dick in my mouth again, opening his lips wide and trying to grab it with his tongue, but he plays with me, swinging it and pulling it away from my jaws, until I've won it, and I start again to suck every inch of that bird with force, which starts to drip nectar like a leaky tap.
I spread the flap of my trousers, uncovering its scrotum, and immediately I pick up those two big, round, firm, hard pricks like two river pebbles, feeling them even sizzle no matter how fast they were filling up, and that thought makes me go even more wild with my mouth and tongue on that huge dick, until he swallowed it and held it in his throat for at least a minute, apnea, letting him out only when he grunts, so loud that he can certainly hear himself out in the garden, but I don't give a damn, there's no one at home, and his wife, on the other side of the fence, certainly had other things to do, and surely she didn't even imagine that her husband was there with me.
After those two strokes of coughing, having collected the saliva that dripped into the corners of my mouth with my fingers, and smeared it well on her chapel, I struck her again with my tongue, gathering forward my foreskin and turning it inside it, making it grunt again, like a beast, an animal in heat, so much so that at that point it took me, lifted me up, and moved, throwing me onto the table, where it pushed me until I lay down with my torso and face.
I know he wants me, I know what he wants, and I know how he wants it, so I let him do it, because that's what I want too, and I want it so much that as soon as he pulls down my shorts, I quickly move my legs and feet, until I get rid of it.
My big ass is in front of his eyes, finally, and he grunts, sighs, shaking it with his hands, before slapping my ass, then he spreads them out, sighing louder and laughing, when he sees my anus, throbbing, hot, perfumed, who can't wait to receive his attentions, and doesn't disappoint me, he waits for nothing else, lowering himself behind me and shoving his beautiful face between my buttocks, mooing loudly and tickling my sensitive skin with his beard and mustache.
He looks like a crazy bull, with his big nose that makes its place between my ass and rubs on my asshole, with force, sniffing me heavily, before his lips lean against my sphincter and start sucking it, snapping, hitting it, until it barely hatches, so as to stick all that big, endless tongue, which begins to rave inside me.
I wow, I pant, I moan, holding myself with my hands at the edges of the table, and there I realize that I did well to nail my legs to the floor, so that I know it well stable under me, and I let it eat my ass, lifting it just and arching my back, spreading my legs and putting me on tiptoe, so that I can give it better, and feel it thoroughly tongue down even more.
He wants it, as I want it, he eats it, as I like it, and his huge hands hold my ass tight, while he fucks me with his tongue, fills my ass with saliva and then he sucks it, sucking it so hard that it pops, and makes me swell it, so much that I can push it out, making him grab it with his teeth, and laughing, exulting, knowing how crazy that game drives him.
After he has sucked and snapped it for at least a dozen times, slapping my ass, blowing on it, cheering with grunts and moaning like a real bull, he gets up, I hear him pull down his pants, and spit on his hand, panting, excited like a beast, and finally I can feel him hit me in the ass with his hard and hot dick, like a club, on one ass and then the other, and then leave him in the middle and approach them tight, moving him back and forth, laughing, high as never before.
I laugh too, panting, impatient to have him inside me, wiggling just left and right, while he continues to get more and more excited, rubbing the chapel against my asshole, soft, swollen, wet, relaxing and dilated, trying to catch that beast, but he still waits, playing like that to see me suffer waiting to have him inside me.
He spits again, I feel him collecting as much saliva as possible in my mouth, and then he makes it drip from his lips, on the crack of my ass, and I feel it dripping, hot, slimy, towards my anus, where it goes over the swollen muscle and its pulsating coils, falling directly into me, and his finger, the middle one, as usual, He ends up inside after it, pushing himself deeply, forcefully, and moving in circles, before I pull it out, to repeat the same gestures again, with the same finger and with the other hand, alternating them and then sticking them in together, and pulling them outwards, so as to open up my asshole, spitting in it again.
His strong and wheezy breaths fill my ears, mixing with my moans, while I'm getting ready, lifting myself with my shoulders, and arching my back well, resting my hands on the table and spreading my legs just bending my knees, with him continuing to rummage in my ass with those fingers, more time than usual, grunting with great pleasure while he spreads my ass.
He has four fingers inside of me, when he spits again on the palm of the other hand and spreads noisily all that saliva on my dick, then he slips them out of me, and immediately I feel his big chapel pushing against my sphincter, with strength and decision, sinking inside of me, annihilating the strength of my anal fibers and making its way into my bowels.
Everything gets inside me, in a single, slow but decisive blow he sinks into me until his balls collide with mine, and only then he grunts and pants, deeply, with an unrecognizable voice, and his hands slide from my ass along my back, until he stops on my shoulders, while he starts moving his pelvis back and forth, slowly.
I can feel him coming out of my anus, I can feel every part of that cock rubbing against my bowels and sphincter, every vein, every artery, every hot inch of skin of that cock coming out from inside me, until I can feel the contour of the glans pressing against the muscle, from the inside, and he is still retreating, just enough to tear my asshole, coming out.
He spits on it, again, and again he pushes it inside me, barely increasing the speed, but still coming up to pinch the skin of my ass with pubic hair, and slamming his scrotum against my perineum again, but it doesn't stay still for so long.
Immediately he squeezes my shoulders again with his hands, and his pelvis gradually increases the rhythm of his movements, and that monstrous cock starts pumping me in the ass with force, like a piston, as he always does, making my ass jerk, and the sound of his backbone banging against my ass, and the sound of his soggy cock banging up my anus, join our grunts, my moans and his panting sighs, while he's not going to give in with those loud and fast blows.
His hands move from my shoulders to my neck, squeezing it without hurting me, but holding me tight so that my back arches even more and hits me even harder in the ass, almost making me scream, but he worries that it doesn't make too much noise, covering my mouth with one hand, and I can hear him laughing, while he keeps the rhythm perfectly with his loins, pounding my ass at full speed.
He laughs, he keeps on laughing, making those strange animal noises, while he goes wild inside me, then his hands come down on my shoulder blades, pass under my arms and grab me by the chest, pulling me up, against him, and kisses my sweaty neck, licking it up to my ear, finally slowing down his movements.
That truce doesn't last long, though, just the time to turn around, together with me, without taking off my cock from inside, and putting himself in my place, leaning on the edge of the table with his ass, and I in front of him bend down, leaning down, with my hands on my knees, just before he starts fucking me upside down again, holding me by the hips so as not to lose my balance.
Bent like that, I can feel that monster banging directly against my prostate, now as big as a melon, and his continuous blows are kicking my ass, and my screams do nothing but beg him to give me more, to give it all to me, louder and louder, because that's what I want, I want, with all of myself, to take that huge dick in the ass as hard and as deep as possible, enjoying it like a real bitch.
Suddenly he stops, holding my hands on my softest hips, and then I take that bat in my ass, moving it up and down, round, back and forth, fucking me so hard that he grunts and pants like a breathless bull, while he laughs, looking at me, and slaps my ass, while I impale myself on his dick, enjoying it like a pig, more and more, but as soon as I speed up badly, rubbing my ass on his pubis, he blocks me, holds me still for a second, with all that beast inside, and then he starts again, mounting me properly, like a real stallion, pumping me hard all his dick in my backside, while he roars like a lion, gritting his teeth and unleashing all his strength.
By now my anus is unmade, maddish, swollen, and it wraps itself around his cock following his movements, unravelling all the saliva he spat out to lubricate me, and making a loud, ridiculous noise that excites both me and him, and then it accelerates even faster, louder, more decisive, more violent, as he likes it, and as I like it, while I scream, moan and yell, with my cock dripping and my prostate about to explode.
When I hear him panting louder, faster and deeper, I understand that it's the moment I've been waiting for, and he keeps pumping me harder and harder, until he suddenly stops, waits for a single moment and sends me away from his big dick, with a push on his ass with both hands, very fast.
I understand, I turn around, I get down, and like a lightning bolt I open my lips and take it in his mouth, tightening a couple of inches under the chapel, and with my hand I grab his balls, squeezing them firmly, while he uses his hand at the base of that huge, hot, juicy and wet dick, He was furiously jerking off, and screaming with his mouth open, until he came, trembling like a leaf, risking to lose his balance, so much that he took my head with his other hand, holding me with his dick in his mouth, while he shot flakes of sperm inside me, like a water gun.
A dozen or so splashes, as always, that one away from the other fill my mouth, with such a pressure as to look like bullets, hot, abundant, tasty, and I swallow them one after the other, after having spread them through my mouth with my tongue, tasting that sweet taste, squeezing those huge pricks with my hand to squeeze out all its juice, Until it stops, he can't take it any more, laughs and is out of breath, but still trembles, with blows, unsteady on those muscular legs, enjoying my tongue cleaning every trace of cumshot from that wet chapel and from that soft foreskin, which immediately afterwards covers it, making it disappear.
I stop, full of his cum, but eager to enjoy it too, and I stand up, preparing myself to enjoy it as he likes, and he lowers himself in my place, looking at my big, hard, swollen dick, dripping with nectar, which he immediately takes in his hand, licking it like an ice cream, tasting and swallowing my nectar, and looking me in the eyes, while he pinches my dick skin with the hair of his mustache and beard.
A few minutes, just a few minutes in adoration of my dick, then he opens his mouth, pulls out his big tongue, and with one hand he squeezes my cock, while with the other hand he squeezes my balls, very hard, making me moan, while I look at him from above, squeezing my nipples hard and letting me accompany the usual explosive orgasm.
A few minutes, just a few minutes of his splendid work of hands, with those big and wise big hands, working my dick and scrotum big time, with his big and lightning fast tongue playing with my frenulum, and I explode, I cum in his mouth, in his face, I even hit him in the eye.
I almost beat him, on the number of splashes that start like rockets from my chapel, some I see them disappearing directly into his throat, and the others I see them crashing into the hair of his beard, on the tip of his nose, on that perverse male pig's face, and I moan, I pant, I keep my hands at the table behind me, trying not to faint because of the intensity of that beastly pleasure.
He swallows every drop of cum coming out of my cock, then playing with his tongue on the chapel until I bend in two for pleasure, and I push him away, reluctantly, until he decides to let go and stand up, in front of me.
We kiss each other, with passion, with masculine passion, still knotting our tongues to the taste of sperm, while he tries to get his dick back in his pants, and to button the flap of those jeans.
After that tremendously virile and wet kiss, he smiles at me, gives me a caress on the cheek, and turns around, leaves, pushing that little secret door and disappears from my sight.
I remain there, a few more minutes, dazed, panting, soaked in sweat and semen, looking for my shorts on the floor, and putting them back on.
I return home, exhausted, but satisfied, and take a beer from the refrigerator, then leave with the cigarettes in my other hand, under the front porch.
Five minutes later, the phone beeps one of its usual beeps, so I grab it and unlock it, looking at the notification on the top of the screen.
"You're my drug, I can't do without you, thank you for the pleasure you give me, next time. "I'm crazy about you, asshole, take care of yourself, and save that ass for my big ass, okay?" and two red lips in the shape of a kiss finish the message.
I laugh, while my asshole still aches for that wild assault, but I'm satisfied, I feel good, finally my craving is satiated, and all the cum in my belly just makes me feel even better.
