'You, me, right here, right now,' he said, pulling down his blue jeans revealing a knee-dropping thick, eight- inch cock. He stood there naked with his tan leather boots. My dick was aching to be released from my jeans and saved from my zipper.
“Come on,” he said, as he motioned with his finger.
“Take off that shit before you come over, or I’ll fucking rip it off you,” he said, stroking his cock. I looked around, afraid someone might catch us, two naked guys alongside a country road doing the nasty. What would the neighbors think? Honestly, I could care less.
It was still dark out; we had a good hour and a half before sunrise. That was more than enough time to get off a couple nuts, or just one good one.
Before I could remove my last shoe Anthony rushed me, holding my hands behind my back as he moved me to the hood of his truck. After a few minutes of tongue wrestling his grip eased; I broke free of his hold, grabbing his bubble-round ass.
He grabbed my wrists, slamming them to the hood, holding them in place as he kissed down my neck. It drove me crazy not being able to touch him. I spotted a light up ahead. We made our way quickly to a patch of grass by the ditch. We both kneeled, lips locked. The passing car had unnerved me; I was worried about being caught. Anthony continued the body exploration. He started down my long neck, stopping to suck on my erect nipples and slapping my pecs with his hand. He then moved down my right leg, moving his lips to my balls, taking each one into his mouth.
My toes began to curl. He licked his way down my left leg and made his way to my toes, taking extra care sucking each one. Making his way back to my playground, he placed my dick into his mouth as if it were a harmonica. Pre-cum oozed from my cock onto his tongue. His hand reached down for my balls. I gasped as he plunged down the shaft. For a second I went blind, my vision blurred from pleasure overload. My toes curled and my back arched as he deep-throated my cock. His tongue darted back and forth over the sensitive head. I reached for his head, running my fingers through his dirty brown hair.
'Fuck,' I said, as he cupped my balls. I plunged my cock deeper into his mouth, guiding his head with my hand.
Anthony slowed and removed his lips. He grabbed my thighs pushing them to my chest; with my ass in the air his tongue entered my ass. The initial lick caused me to retreat. No one had ever eaten me before. He continued to explore my hole with his tongue; he even brought a few of his friends to the party: his index finger and thumb. He took his thumb and ran it along his bottom lip before taking it into his mouth.
“You taste like honey,” he said, as he placed his thumb back into my wet hole. He reached up with his left hand and twisted my nipples as he finger fucked my ass. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to mine.
'Having fun?' he asked, kissing my inner thigh.
'Get back down there,' I said pushing his head back down. He obliged and went in for seconds. His tongue caressed the walls of my ass. In and out, around and around, a loud cry escaped my lips as my legs flung further into my chest.
The sky rumbled; rain drops landed on the tip of my nose, it was refreshing. “We're not finished yet,” he said, this time allowing me to wet his finger.
The light drizzle became a downpour with crashing crescendos of thunder. Our bodies were soaked as the rain pounded against our flesh. Anthony pressed his body into mine. “Do you want to stop,” he said, pressing his mouth to mine, not waiting for an answer.
I could feel a fire burning within me. I craved for Anthony to be inside me. I reached down, grabbing a handful of him; he tensed as I stroked his dick.
With his mouth opened and eyes closed his moans were low as I stroked his thick cock. I slid down to get a taste of his meat. His balls slapped against my chin as I took him into my mouth. The thickness of his cock stretched my mouth as he pushed deeper, diving for my throat. I held on to his ass as he drove his cock, fucking my mouth, gagging, I didn't give up.
He pulled out quickly gripping his dick holding the base trying to reset the clock. I sat up on my knees ready for another taste of his cock. “No way, not until I get a piece of that ass baby,” he said, as he pulled me back to the wet muddy ground. Anthony’s chest and lower body were covered in mud as if it was expertly modeled to his body. He cupped his hands, trapping rainwater to clean his member. I turned on all fours and felt the cool water run down the crack of my ass.
Taking his time, he went in for another taste. His dick entered my wet clenching hole. With each stroke he drilled deeper and deeper. He held my hips as his stroke quickened. I felt his low hanging balls slap against my taint.
The fall of the rain and the meeting of our bodies produced the most beautiful sounds. “Harder,” I said as I pushed my ass back onto his dick. He pulled me forward keeping his dick inside. Now I was on top. With his feet planted on the ground, he slammed his cock into my ass. I leaned forward as he placed his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, holding me down so I couldn’t squirm.
“You Ok?” He said, as he slowed his stroke, brushing my wet hair back.
“Don’t stop.” I said flipping on my back, pulling my legs in. He grabbed my thighs pushing them into my chest, diving into my ass without mercy. “Ahhh,” I cried out in pleasure. In the distance I heard a car approach; it passed by not noticing us. Anthony continued pile driving into me making sure his dick disappeared into my hole.
He lifted me gently and carried me to his truck with his dick planted inside. With my back on the hood he punished my ass with his deep thrusts.
I grabbed on to the back of the hood pulling away from him, I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure; I didn't want it to end. 'Don't run,' he commanded as he angled my ass up in the air.
'Fuck,' I said, as I arched my back making way for his dick to explore my ass deeper. 'Don't hold back baby.' I threw my ass back on his dick. I wanted to feel every inch of him; I grabbed his waist pulling him into me. 'Yes. Yes,' I cried as he hit the magic spot.
My body trembled as he hit my prostate; each stroke caused a euphoric sensation as the juices erupted from my cock, splattering across my chest and face. I could feel Anthony's dick seize inside me, he was close. I reached for his nipples applying the slightest pressure, to his delight.
'Give it to me,' I said as I clenched down on his dick with my ass.
His body tensed, the veins in his neck popped. I felt him release his warm load inside my ass. He continued fucking me as cum dripped from my ass. He lay on top of me, unable to move. He breathed heavily while leaving his cock inside my warm, cum-filled ass. I clenched my ass, causing his body to quiver each time. The rain had stopped and the sunrise was moments away. Everything was wet; we were covered in mud and cum, the ultimate wet spot.
“I guess we could have planned this better,” he said, easing out of me. He stood with his hands on his hips and his cock still rock-hard, looking quite tasty in just his boots.
'I'm just a few miles away, you can get cleaned up at my apartment,' I offered, hoping he'd say yes.
'Round two?' he said, holding up two fingers flashing a bright smile.
'Round two, three and four.'
The steam rose in the bathroom. I'd just awakened and the first thing on my mind was a long, hot shower. I placed my head under the nozzle, letting the warm water descend upon me. I reached up to turn the nozzle to pulsate. I ran my fingers through my hair. The water helped soothe my body from the intense pounding Anthony laid on me last night. Anthony has been merciless yet tender with his dick. Grabbing the soap, I ran my hands down my chest, then legs, working up a good lather. I couldn't help but think of him as I showered. I wish he could have joined me, but he had business to tend to.
After that rainy encounter we've been enjoying each other's company. We rang in the New Year together; he even fixed the leaky toilet. It’s nothing serious, no titles; we're just having good, dirty fun. I closed my eyes and images of Anthony appeared. I ran my soapy hands down to my semi-hard cock. I moaned with delight each time my hand crossed the tip. I didn't want to waste my nut. I decided I'd save it for Anthony. He'd be jealous that I spent a perfectly good nut in the shower without him.
Anthony looked good in his tight jeans, leather cowboy boots and a polo I picked up for him last December.
