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see Tom’s arms flex, his powerful guns pulling hard on the silken restraints. I knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to put his big hands on my pecks, rub my nipples until they were hard—which they already were—and then pinch them as hard as he could.
He always got me to yelp, which pissed me off as much as it turned me on, and then my asshole would clamp shut as he battered himself up into me. A few dozen pain-filled thrusts and my hole would open up for him like the Grande Fucking Cannon.
But his hands were tied…literally. So it was my turn to have the fun.
I placed my hands on his bulging pecks. He had fantastic chest musculature—thick, cut, and perfectly proportioned…and perfectly balanced. Most guys were bigger on one side or the other, but not Tom. Mr. Sherwood prided himself on being perfectly symmetrical, in every way…
Except his cock pulled to the left, just a little. But that was a rather fun physical eccentricity.
I rubbed my thumbs ardently against the perfect little nubs of his nipples, and they hardened under my touch. I smiled as I took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed as hard as I could.
“Arrrrrg!” Tom growled, and his hips slammed on up into me, causing a hell of a sharp pain as the tip of his cock crashed against where my asshole ended.
“Shiiit!” I howled, and my ass clenched tight around his drilling piston.
In control or not, he was still making me feel exactly as he wanted me to. Full to bursting with his magnificent cock.
And with that thought my shit-chute opened up wide, and his well lubed cock started making lewd, wet suctioning sounds as he pummeled the depths me.
But then I pushed down hard with my fists against his meaty pecks, and pushed my ass back to change the motion from an up and down fucking, to a back and forth slip slide.
Tom’s back arched as I humped my hips against him, back and forth, using all my hundred and eighty pounds to keep him still and flat against the mattress. My cock must have been oozing pre-cum, because I suddenly felt my hard dick grinding, slippery and wet, against the washboard of his beyond-six-pack abs.
His gut scrunched and flexed, making each stroke of my cock across his belly all the more scintillating.
Jesus Fucking Christ this felt good!
I slipped into a rhythm and humped and pumped myself back and forth onto and off of that big, fat, pulsing cock. I knew he was close—his eyes were clamped closed, and his jaw muscles stood out as he clenched his jaw. He was fighting not to cum.
That was good, because I wanted to cum first for once. Tom always made sure I drenched the sheets with my creamy climax, but he always seemed to shoot first. That and that he almost never got any of my spunk on him. Last night when he licked up my splooge from his palm I about keeled over in shock.
But I wanted to mark him as mine. I wanted to cum all over him, drench his flesh in my jizz, and made sure that he’d have to shower to get the scent of me off him.
Just that thought, and the way his cock seemed to jerk and harden like a freaking flag pole, and I felt my nuts jerk, my asshole twitch, and then spurt after ropey spurt of my seed shot from my piss slit, first pooling in the ridges of his fine tuned abdominals, and then sloshing over the sides of where his love handles would be—that is, if he had such a thing on his body—and the final shots jetting up to splash against the smooth flesh and bulging muscles of his chest.
For a dangerous heartbeat I looked down on him, not moving a muscle, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as he gasped his arousal.
My god, the man looked good covered in my shiny jizz.
I reached forward and kneaded my sperm into the flesh of his chest. I felt his lungs laboring to catch up with him, and his heart thumping against the palm of my hand. And just as his hips rose to start pummeling my guts once more with his achingly hard
He always got me to yelp, which pissed me off as much as it turned me on, and then my asshole would clamp shut as he battered himself up into me. A few dozen pain-filled thrusts and my hole would open up for him like the Grande Fucking Cannon.
But his hands were tied…literally. So it was my turn to have the fun.
I placed my hands on his bulging pecks. He had fantastic chest musculature—thick, cut, and perfectly proportioned…and perfectly balanced. Most guys were bigger on one side or the other, but not Tom. Mr. Sherwood prided himself on being perfectly symmetrical, in every way…
Except his cock pulled to the left, just a little. But that was a rather fun physical eccentricity.
I rubbed my thumbs ardently against the perfect little nubs of his nipples, and they hardened under my touch. I smiled as I took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed as hard as I could.
“Arrrrrg!” Tom growled, and his hips slammed on up into me, causing a hell of a sharp pain as the tip of his cock crashed against where my asshole ended.
“Shiiit!” I howled, and my ass clenched tight around his drilling piston.
In control or not, he was still making me feel exactly as he wanted me to. Full to bursting with his magnificent cock.
And with that thought my shit-chute opened up wide, and his well lubed cock started making lewd, wet suctioning sounds as he pummeled the depths me.
But then I pushed down hard with my fists against his meaty pecks, and pushed my ass back to change the motion from an up and down fucking, to a back and forth slip slide.
Tom’s back arched as I humped my hips against him, back and forth, using all my hundred and eighty pounds to keep him still and flat against the mattress. My cock must have been oozing pre-cum, because I suddenly felt my hard dick grinding, slippery and wet, against the washboard of his beyond-six-pack abs.
His gut scrunched and flexed, making each stroke of my cock across his belly all the more scintillating.
Jesus Fucking Christ this felt good!
I slipped into a rhythm and humped and pumped myself back and forth onto and off of that big, fat, pulsing cock. I knew he was close—his eyes were clamped closed, and his jaw muscles stood out as he clenched his jaw. He was fighting not to cum.
That was good, because I wanted to cum first for once. Tom always made sure I drenched the sheets with my creamy climax, but he always seemed to shoot first. That and that he almost never got any of my spunk on him. Last night when he licked up my splooge from his palm I about keeled over in shock.
But I wanted to mark him as mine. I wanted to cum all over him, drench his flesh in my jizz, and made sure that he’d have to shower to get the scent of me off him.
Just that thought, and the way his cock seemed to jerk and harden like a freaking flag pole, and I felt my nuts jerk, my asshole twitch, and then spurt after ropey spurt of my seed shot from my piss slit, first pooling in the ridges of his fine tuned abdominals, and then sloshing over the sides of where his love handles would be—that is, if he had such a thing on his body—and the final shots jetting up to splash against the smooth flesh and bulging muscles of his chest.
For a dangerous heartbeat I looked down on him, not moving a muscle, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as he gasped his arousal.
My god, the man looked good covered in my shiny jizz.
I reached forward and kneaded my sperm into the flesh of his chest. I felt his lungs laboring to catch up with him, and his heart thumping against the palm of my hand. And just as his hips rose to start pummeling my guts once more with his achingly hard
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