More than a decade of fucking and it's still good

Like I've said, my travel sometimes take me to towns I used to live in. While CL, Scruff and all the other vehicles provide good adventures and stories, sometimes the familiarity of a cock (and the guy attached to it) makes for a really hot afternoon.

This guy is now in his mid 40s, about 6' tall and a former member of the Armed Forces. Shaved head, a few tattoos, and a wicked smile. We originally started more than a decade ago with him stopping by my place for unreciprocated head. That grew into me sucking him and eating his hole. Over the years since, we've gotten quite versatile. He's naturally dominant, but does have a penchant for taking an aggressive fuck in his smooth hole.

This trip, though, he gave me a heads up - it was going to be quicker than he wanted. He had to get home to his husband.

Hey, I'm a home improvement, not a wrecker.

He came into my hotel room and immediately began making out with me. I'm weird about this - making out is either really good for me, or it freaks me out. In this case it was really good. He was just taking control of the situation, and I needed that. As he pushed me into the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat, I felt his cock begin to swell. He's got a nice cock too - just look at it!

We stumbled our way toward the bed and clothes fell off in process. He straddled me and started feeding me his cock, choking me with it. As tears formed in my eyes, I remembered how good it gets with this guy.

Pretty soon, he was eating my ass, and doing a better than good job of it. I was moaning (ok, that's not a big surprise) and begging (also not a surprise) for his cock.

A generous amount of lube and a hefty hit of poppers, and he was lifting my legs into the air. He slowly entered my hole and began sawing into me. As soon as he hit bottom, my eyes flew open, and he knew. He owns my hole. Seriously owns it.

He would lean down and make out with me some, but was really focused on his growing cock in my hole. Pretty soon, his pace quickened, and I felt even more stretched. His eyes got glassy and I felt a shot of warmth deep into me. A few spurts later, and I started to cum myself, coating my own hairy chest in thick cum.

Not having spent too much time on round 1, he decided to lay and cuddle with me. We caught up on life - he and I have pretty regular conversations on text peppered in with random videos of either of us pissing or cumming. It felt like hanging with a long lost friend.

Then I noticed his cock get hard.

And then, I applied just a little bit of lube to make the entrance work.

AND THEN, I impaled myself on his cock.

I rode him like a pig in heat. I could feel his cock deep in me, and it forced out a little bit of seminal fluid while I did. He had a shit-eating cocky grin on his face as I did it - knowing that I was really using him for my own pleasure. But, once again, I started to feel his cock swell, and began pleading. He really wanted me to cum again, but it wasn't going to happen.

But then he shot. And shot. AND SHOT. It was a huge fuckload. He came out squeaky clean, but I felt full.

As he quickly left to get home to the husband, I started getting ready for my evening meeting. Something didn't feel "right" "down there," so I committed a cardinal sin and evacuated the dance floor.  There was enough cum in my ass to impregnate the most infertile bitch.

Fuck, I wish he and I lived in the same town!