He walked into my apartment like he owned the place, that cocky smirk on his face. "You wanted this," I said, shutting the door behind him. He nodded, eyes already dropping to my crotch. I didn't waste time. "Get on your knees and kiss my cock."
He dropped right there in the hallway, hands fumbling with my belt. I pulled my dick out, already half-hard, and slapped it against his cheek. "Kiss it," I told him again, raw and direct. His lips brushed the head, soft at first, then he opened up and took the tip in his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed deeper. "Suck it like you mean it."
His tongue worked the underside while I fucked his mouth slow and steady.
Spit ran down his chin. I could feel him getting into it, moaning around my shaft as it thickened. "That's it, take every inch," I growled. He gagged once but didn't pull back. I held him there, balls resting on his chin, until he relaxed and swallowed around me.
We moved to the bedroom. I stripped him fast, pushed him onto the bed face down, and spread his ass. "You want my cock in here?" I asked, spitting on his hole. He nodded into the pillow. I worked two fingers in first, stretching him open while I stroked my dick with the other hand. He pushed back against my fingers, hungry for it. "Beg for it," I said.
"Please, fuck me," he muttered. I lined up and shoved in, one hard thrust that buried me balls-deep. He yelled into the sheets. I didn't go slow. I pounded him, hips slapping, my cock stretching that tight hole. Sweat dripped off me onto his back. Every thrust made him grunt. I reached under and grabbed his dick, jerking it in time with my strokes. "You like getting fucked raw like this?"
He came first, shooting onto the sheets while I kept driving into him. His ass clamped down, milking me. I pulled out, flipped him over, and straddled his chest. "Open your mouth." I stroked fast and shot thick ropes across his tongue and lips. "Swallow it." He did, licking the last drops from my cockhead.
We lay there catching our breath. Then he reached for me again. "More," he said. I was still hard enough. I rolled him onto his side, lifted one leg, and slid back inside. This time slower, deeper, grinding against his prostate until he was rock hard again. I wrapped my hand around his cock and pumped it while I fucked him. "Kiss my cock when I'm done," I told him. He nodded, eyes glassy.
I came again inside him, filling him up. When I pulled out he leaned down without being told and pressed his mouth to my spent dick, kissing the head, licking the mix of cum and spit off it. We stayed like that until we both needed water and a shower.
In the shower he soaped me up, dropped to his knees again under the spray, and sucked me back to full hardness. I fucked his face while hot water ran over us. "Swallow every drop this time," I ordered. He did, throat working as I unloaded down it. After that we dried off and he left with a satisfied look, already texting me for the next time he'd get to kiss my cock.
