4 comments/ 30828 views/ 1 favorites After All These Years By: luvcurious This is a fictional story involving a fantasy, which needs to be shared with others. I love the idea of exciting people with words and erotic thoughts. If you feel the need to touch yourself while reading this, please do and enjoy it. Know that my thoughts are with you when you release. If you feel like communicating with me, please do, please share your own fantasies with me. ~ Earlier in the year, my wife and I separated and I moved back east to start over again. One of the things I had wanted to do for so many years is get back in touch with my old friends. I arrived in my hometown, got a good paying job, bought my house and reestablished old acquaintances. One night, while out at a club with some friends, I ran into a person I had not seen since junior high. Marshall and I had been friends from the third grade up thru the eighth, and after a brief experimentation with him, we avoided each other and had never spoke another word. I had just ordered a drink at the bar and turned to my right to catch a glimpse of a gorgeous woman walking passed me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Marshall. At first, I did not recognize him, and just passed it off as someone I thought I knew. I got my drink and headed back to the table. All of the sudden I heard "William?" I turned and finally figured it out, "Marshall!" We shook hands and stood speechless for a few seconds. I broke the silence first. "It's been . . . what, seventeen years?" "I don't know how long it's been, all I know is I can't believe this!" He said. We both laughed, and I invited him to join my friends and me at our table. He quickly agreed and we made our way to the group. I introduced Marshall to my work friends, and sitting in the corner of our two tables, Marshall and I quickly began catching each other up on our lives. Within twenty or thirty minutes of me ignoring everyone else at the table, they all began to check out, chiding me for ignoring them. Marshall and I stayed at the bar until closing; we didn't do as much drinking as we did talking and laughing about the old times. When all the lights were turned up, we decided to head to a nearby restaurant to have some coffee and continue catching up. "It's wild," he said, after we sat at the table. "A few years ago, I heard that you were married, and living out west." "I was married and living out west. The problem, was that my wife was living out west with me; but she wasn't married . . . at least you wouldn't think." I told him of my failed marriage, and that my ex-wife had been sleeping around. I admitted that I had not been the most attentive husband; and that I needed the slap in the face of a busted marriage to grow up. "I figure being back home and living alone would help me to figure out who I am; and help me change what needs to change." I added. Marshall and I continued talking in the restaurant until the morning sun began to crest on the horizon. It was Saturday morning, and neither of us had to work. "Do you have any plans for the weekend?" I asked. "No plans but sleeping the day away, since I've been up about twenty-four hours now," was his reply. "Well, my house is only about two miles away from here. If you want, you could crash there. I have an extra room set up for visitors." I offered, "You'll have your own shower and it will give us a chance to continue this." "Hmmm, sounds like a plan." Then, "Are you sure you don't mind?" "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do this weekend. We could get some beer, and steaks to cook on the gill. I've got a pool table, and lots of excellent music." With that, we left the place and he followed me to my house. Once inside, I showed him his room and the bathroom. I got some clothes for him to wear, as we are pretty much the same size, I left him, and heard the shower turn on within seconds of shutting his door. I headed to my room, took a shower myself and was soundly a sleep within minutes of my head hitting my pillow. At about 3:00, I was slightly startled by a movement on my bed. I opened my eyes to find Marshall sitting on the side of the bed with two cups of steaming, hot coffee in his hands. I also noticed that he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of MY boxer briefs. "I hope you don't mind me wearing your underwear, but I didn't want to put my own back on," he said boldly. I replied, "Are the clean?" We both laughed as I took a cup of coffee from his hand. Marshall left the room as I got up and got dressed. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to find him facing away from me at the stove. He was cooking something, and the whole house smelled of onions and other good things. I could not help but stand at the doorway and watch him as he prepared the food. Marshall and I are the same age, 32, he stands about six feet; his brown hair is cut medium-short, and sports a serious tan. Like me, Marshall is in decent shape; but neither of us are gym rats. His long legs are covered dark hair, and he looked positively sexy wearing my boxer briefs and t-shirt. This is where I break from the story, to tell you about me, and the story of Marshall and I, and what happened between us some seventeen years ago. I am a normal man, brown hair, medium build with sparse body hair and, well . . . just a normal person. I am not gay, and the idea of being bisexual is not new to my thoughts, but I have never really been worried about what my sexual orientation was. I guess, if I were presented the opportunity to have sex with a man, I would probably act on it. However, that opportunity had never presented its self, and like I said, was not too worried about it. We had been fifteen years old, and were spending the night together, as we did so often. While we were in our sleeping bags, we began talking about the girls we knew, and our stories (or lies) about our sexual activities with those girls. Mostly, we were getting horny and trying to torment each other. Well, one thing led to another and we soon found ourselves outside our sleeping bags, naked and stroking each other. At one point, my mouth ended up on his erection and we eventually found ourselves in a sixty-nine. We reached orgasm, only to squirt onto each other; we cleaned up, got back into our bags, and went to sleep. After that night, we never spoke again. It was sad, but at that age, and the taboo surrounding gay sex, I know I was feeling very regretful and guilty about what we had done. I could only guess that Marshall had the same feelings. However, standing at the door and gazing upon my friend's body years later, I found that I had no regrets at all, about what we experienced. I just did not know if we would ever take that chance again, but I was beginning to understand that I wanted to! "Are you staring at me?" Marshall asked, and I was shaken from my thoughts to find him leaning against the counter, arms folded and a great big grin on his face. I think I blushed for a second or seven. "Ummm, well . . . I was just thinking that I was glad we ran into each other last night, and that I'm glad we have a chance to regain our friendship." I weakly replied, and then, "So . . . yeah, I guess I was." "That's okay I kind of stared at you from your bedroom door while you were sleeping." We caught each other's stare and held it for a few uncomfortable seconds before I spoke, "I'm really hungry." His reply had us both snickering "Then you'd better fix yourself something to eat, I'm almost done with my breakfast." He turned around and went back to cooking. I grabbed a nearby towel, "oh really?" I asked. "Yeah really," he said. I smacked his ass with the towel, and then we had a towel war for a few seconds. We ate a fantastic brunch, lunch thingy. I don't know what it was since it was so late. After eating, we went to the store for some steaks and the fixings for dinner. We bought some beer and a bottle of expensive Scotch. We stopped for a movie and then went back to my house. I couldn't believe how quickly we rekindled our friendship. Neither of us could stop talking about things that have happened in our life, good and bad. We went from serious, to joking, to seriously joking all the time. We were really enjoying the afternoon and evening. Around 8:30 or so, I fired up the grill for the steaks, and sat down at the bar just inside the walkout basement of my house. We had a football game on at the bar. Marshall was playing bartender and poured me a neat Scotch, he excused himself for the restroom and I sat there watching the game, sipping on my drink. I heard him reenter the room from the restroom, and was completely shocked when he stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck. "I'm really glad that I'm here," he said into my ear. His mouth was so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. Instinctively, my hand lightly grasped his arm, "I am too, Marshall, we lost so much time for something so insignificant. I'm happy I found you last night." He stayed behind me, upper body pressed against my back and arms wrapped around my neck. His head was against mine, and I didn't mind at all. In fact, our closeness was making me flush, and I found myself wishing he would never let go. Then we smelled the steaks burning. I jumped up, laughing, and went out to the grill. Marshall followed, and poured beer over the steaks as I turned them. We were silently staring at the steaks, and I spoke. "What happened between us all those years ago, Marshall?" "We had fifteen year old sex, and couldn't handle it." He said. "What is happening between us now?" "I don't know, but I think I like it," he replied. I put the spatula onto the sideboard, looked at my friend and said, "no matter what happens we can't stop our friendship this time." Marshall stepped closer to me, slid his arms around my neck and kissed me gently on the lips. "I want to be friends, and more for a long, long time." His lips joined mine again, and this time, I kissed him back. My hands grasped his hips, my mouth parted I began kissing him as if we had been lovers forever. We stood on the patio for a long time, kissing and whispering to each other. My hands wandered over his back and to the top of his ass. His fingers sliding in my hair, at times he brushed his fingers over my eyes, and my cheeks. Our bodies pressed together, our groins grinding, and our breathing getting more excited by the second. He was the first to break our embrace, "I'm really hungry." He said. "I am too," and with that, I stepped back into him. This time, my arms were around his shoulders, my hands on the back of his neck. I was kissing his cheeks, his eyes, and his forehead. He almost silently groaned with each touch of my lips on his face. Marshall began giggling, "You're really going to burn the steaks if you don't stop." I released him and went back to the grill. The steaks were just slightly charred, but overall they were just fine. I took them off the grill, put them on plates and we went back into the house. We sat mostly in silence, enjoying our food and stealing glances at each other. Every once in a while, one of us would reach out to touch the other's hand, or tickle each other's arm. We flirted a lot during dinner by eye contact and smiles. I guess we did not have to say anything. We both knew where we were headed, and both of us were more than okay with it. After dinner, we cleaned up and went into the kitchen to do the dishes. I have to say, that was quite the chore! We stood side by side at the sink, our hands in the water, our lips together more often than not. During the entire time at the sink, I was more erect than I can ever imagine! I just knew that I was leaking and that my underwear was wet. We finished the dishes in about 45 minutes, and went into the living room to watch a movie we had rented. Marshall put the DVD in the player, while I got us both a glass of wine. When I returned, he was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and smiling so sweetly at me. I sat next to him and handed his glass to him. As we watched the movie and talked about what was going on, we held hands and drank our wine. I felt like I had been with Marshall for years, I felt natural and that we were experiencing a comfortable moment in a life long relationship. It seemed as though every few minutes, one of us was stealing a kiss from the other. However, about half way through the movie, the kisses became longer and more passionate. After one particularly hot kiss, I took Marshall's glass from him, sat it on the table along with mine and really attacked him. I turned on the couch and swung my left leg over him to sit facing him in his lap. My arms were once again, around his neck and my lips were on his. Our tongues danced, we moaned into the other's mouth, and we both had difficulty breathing. I felt Marshall's hands all over my back and my ass as he grinded his crotch up into mine, I couldn't help myself any longer. I moved my body back toward his knees to put some distance between us, and I reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. As I reached into his pants and then into my boxer briefs that he was wearing, I looked into his eyes. "I am so happy to be doing this with you," I said. His response was so sweet, "And I can't believe that you're finally doing this with me, in person and not just in my fantasies!" I was so touched by his words, and as my fingers wrapped around his growing erection, I leaned in for yet another soft kiss from him. We broke our kiss, and his head went back to the couch as I fondled his manhood. I reveled in the softness of his skin, and the slipperiness of his pre come as my thumb slid repeatedly across the head of his penis. We both knew we were past the point of return, and as I stood, Marshall followed me. We walked hand in hand to my bedroom. Once passed the door to the room, we were facing each other and taking turns removing the other's clothing. Finally, we were naked, hard and standing there for the other to gaze upon. Marshall was fully erect, and the head of his penis was even with his belly button. His shaft is thick and smooth, the head of his penis is wonderfully shaped, and I would say very large and he is cut. His balls are normal in size, and hang low from his body. He has a dense patch of pubic hair and I just loved everything I saw! My penis is as long as his is, and cut, but not as thick. I leak a lot, so I was visibly wet while standing there for his inspection. I also have a lot of pubic hair, and my balls had drawn up close to my body, as I was cold in the air-conditioned room. Marshall spoke to me very quietly as he reached for my waist to draw me near, "I can't wait to feel your naked body against me." My only reply was to step closer and press my body to his as we began kissing. I loved his tongue in my mouth, as I felt his penis slide next to mine, and his pre come spreading across my belly I felt as though I never wanted his closeness to end. It felt so right to be in his arms, to give in to our passion for each other. We were soon sprawled across the bed, our arms and legs tangled together, our body fluids mixing, our moans filling the quiet night air. Marshall laid on his back, and I on top of him. My legs were spread and our erections sliding together, grinding against each other with wanton desire. I began kissing Marshall's neck, licking my way over his shoulders and down to his nipples. My tongue circled his large nipple before I sucked it into my mouth. His hands were alternating between the back of my head, my shoulders and under my chest to pinch and pull on my nipples. I continued kissing down the front of his body, and dipping my tongue into his navel elicited a coo from my lover and a smile from me. The tip of his penis was under my chin, and it seemed almost natural to dip my tongue into its slit, as I grasped his shaft, and lifted the head to my mouth. I circled the head of his cock with my tongue, my saliva and his pre come coating his skin. I enjoyed the taste of that clear fluid very much, as my mouth opened and I slid him inside. Closing my lips and still circling his penis with my wet tongue caused his hips to slowly thrust upward, pushing himself into my mouth further. His balls were in my left hand as my right hand stroked his shaft with every movement of my mouth. When I made my way up to suck on the head of his erection, I glanced into his eyes to find him watching me. He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair as I slid back down onto his shaft. Within minutes, my lover was releasing himself into my mouth. I had never, until that moment, tasted another man's orgasm, but I knew instantly that I would take as much of Marshall's love as I could, and wherever I could. We lay there, hand in hand for a long while. We chatted about everything, as we lie naked together. We had both gone flaccid, and it never donned on me to feel self-conscious in my nakedness. The only thing I felt was complete comfort and relaxation beside him. When Marshall regained some strength, he released my hand and began to fondle my soft penis. His fingers played with the fluid that had leaked from me in my excitement, and within seconds I was hard again. Marshall propped his body on his elbow, and took my erection into his mouth. He lifted his head a few times to drool his saliva onto my cock, and used his hand to smoothly cover my shaft with his spit. "I've fantasized about doing this for years. I want to masturbate you first; we'll explore other things later, if that is okay with you?" "How could it not be okay?" I said, "That's how we started, and if that's what you want to do, I love it already." His mouth found its way to mine once again, and with his tongue dancing with mine, he proceeded to stroke me. Marshall kissed my lips, my neck and my nipples as he gave me the most incredibly seductive hand job. It didn't take long at all for me to explode onto my stomach. After my orgasm, Marshall used his mouth to clean me, and we finished with another kiss. We fell asleep under the covers. All night, we slept in various positions, but each position involved touching each other. In the morning, we awoke and made love, but that story will appear shortly. Suffice it to say, Marshall and I are falling in love, and are beginning another chapter in life together. After All These Years "Fuck! Nick, being with you alone again after all these years has got me so hot I can't stand it any longer." I looked over at Dan and he had pulled his big hard throbbing cock out of his pants. He started jacking it and moaning as his eyes begged me to pull over and make this time together the way we both wanted it to be. We were far back on the river bottom road and there was no one for miles. I pulled the car to a stop. The moon was full and the moonlight filled the car so there was no trouble seeing each other. He looked me in the eyes and started to lean toward me. As our lips got closer my heart began to race with anticipation. We stopped just before our lips met and looked at each other. I started to say something and Dan just reached out and put one hand on the back of my neck and pulled our lips together. God, I had needed this for so long I couldn't believe it was happening. Our breathing became labored as we locked our mouths and tongues together in the most exciting kiss I had ever experienced. I was moaning and it was if my hand had a mind of it's own. I reached out and grabbed ahold of his beautiful naked cock and started to slow jack him as our kiss lingered on. Dan had his other hand on my crotch fumbling with the zipper trying to free my hard throbbing cock from the confines of my cutoffs. He finally got them undone and pushed them down. My cock sprung up and slapped my stomach. He made a grab for it and captured his prize the first try. He started pumping it up and down squeezing the precum from my pisshole as it ran down over the swollen head of my prick onto his pumping hand. My god, it had been too many years since we felt each other like this. The memories of the two of us as teenagers doing each other in crazy passion and lust streamed back as the flashback of us jacking sucking and fucking each other filled my brain. That first time together when Dan pulled his cock out and asked if he could see mine was as real now as it had been many years ago. I had never forgot the first time we touched each other's cocks. It was as if we didn't have to think at all about what we were doing. It all came so naturally for us. We took turns jacking, sucking and cramming our rock hard cocks deep into each other guts, pumping our hot sticky loads till our cum poured out around our ramming fuck rods buried deep in each other sweet young asses. Now here we were again after not seeing each other for at least twenty years with a chance to be together again. A chance neither one of us knew we were going to have. I was so hot for Dan. Here we were, both now naked with each other in the front seat of my car miles away from anyone. We broke our kiss and breathing hard I couldn't take my eyes off his throbbing ass reamer. I went for it as I told Dan I had to suck his cock. He leaned back and slid forward to allow me complete access to his overheated fuck tool. The precum was running out the pisshole as I licked all over and around the head of his prick. Moaning Dan said, "Oh fuck Nick, Suck on it! Suck my prick, you sweet little cock sucker!" While sucking on the head of his cock I reached over and hit the button for the seat and it slid all the way back giving me room to slip to the floorboard. I hit the second button and the seat back laid down in a reclining position so Dan was now lying all most completely flat with his legs hanging over the front edge of the seat. He spread his legs apart and I was now in a position where I could work on his cock with ease. His cock was throbbing in my hand as I pumped it up and down while my lips and tongue worked over the head sucking the precum out of it into my mouth so I could taste his sweet cock juice. Dan started moaning, "AHHHHH! YEAHHHH! MAN! DO IT!" Dan knew I was just teasing him. I used to do it all the time. I would act like I was sucking his cock as hard as I could then when he couldn't stand it anymore I would really go to work on it and he would cum his brains out. Dan was humping his ass up at my sucking mouth and through gritted teeth he told me to stop fucking around and do it! I couldn't hold back any longer I knew how much he loved me sucking him off. I started cramming his prick down my throat and picked up the pace with every downward movement of my mouth. With tightened fist and sucking mouth I was milking his throbbing prick for all I was worth. I heard Dan scream, "OHHHH! YEAHHH MOTHER FUCKER I"M GOING TO CUMMMMMM!" "YEAHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHH I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMMING!!! Moaning on his prick as I worked on it as hard as I could, I felt it swelling and throbbing as the first big wad of hot sticky cum made its way up his cock, past my pumping fist and exploded in my mouth. I swallowed it and prepared myself for the flood I knew was yet to come. Dan could cum more than anyone I ever seen. Tonight was no exception. He was so hot and ready there was no doubt the first wad was just a drop in the bucket of cum he had for me. He had his hands clamped on the back of my head now and was humping and pulling my head down on his prick at the same time. Screaming loudly at me, " AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!" I felt a huge knot at the base of his prick as his oversize nuts pulled up tight on both sides of his cock and stared pulsating when without warning the knot swelled and let go. I heard, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! as a huge flood of his man cum filled my mouth and throat. There was no way I could swallow it all and it backed up in my throat and mouth as I tried desperately to breathe. It was no use, the cum was running out the corners of my mouth as he continued to cram his fuck rod down my throat. I started to gag and felt like I was going to pass out. Dan was screaming and cramming himself into my mouth. I had to breath or pass out and Dan wasn't done cummimg yet. I jerked my head back and freed myself from his grip. I was coughing and gasping for air as I continued to fist his cock for the last of the drenching. Three more huge wads blasted out of his prick all over us. Cum was running down my face and chest as my fist milked the last drop out of him. Dan collapsed back on the seat and labored for breath. I fell back up against the dash trying to recover. Coughing, swallowing, and gasping for air, I finally got back to my senses and looked at Dan as he sat up. Looking at me he grabbed me and gave me a big kiss and said, "OH Nick, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself." "You're so wonderful!" He started kissing and licking the cum off my face and asked, "Are you OK?" I replied, "Yeah Man, I'm OK." Dan told me he was sorry he was so rough with me but, he just couldn't hold back. I knew that the apologies from Dan were just the setup for what he had planned for me. After he had used me for his selfish pleasure he would apologize and then he would tell me it was my turn. He would say the same thing when we were younger. I knew what he meant and it was my turn all right. You see Dan was the kind of guy that was in it for his own pleasure no matter what. He might start out thinking he was going to make it up to me but it always turned into him getting what he wanted out of it before it was over no matter what I got. I guess that is what turned me on about Dan. I loved him using me, because I knew he would treat me like his personal cum receptacle and that is why I wanted to have sex with him. I love giving pleasure and Dan loved received it. We were kissing and rubbing each other all over when Dan told me to trade him places it was my turn to get my cock sucked. My cock was rock hard and Dan's cock was still hard as hell. I could hardly wait to change places with him because I knew what was in store for me. I moved up on the seat and Dan slid down between my legs. He was stroking my hard cock up and down as he licked the precum off the swollen head of my prick. Dan dipped his head and gulped almost all of my throbbing cock. I moaned, "OH FUCK DAN!" His hot sucking mouth felt wonderful swallowing my prick. He pumped on it and bobbed his head up and down till he had me about to cum. He knew just how to make me crazy. He would stop just before I was about to cum. He did this over and over till he knew I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed his head and pulled him up on top of me and kissed him hard. I felt his hard prick slid up between my thighs until the head of it rested against my hungry asshole. He moved his hips around to let me feel is cock head pushing at my tight little ass. Then he pulled away and went back down and sucked on my cock some more. This time he came up off it and started licking his way down the shaft till he was at my swollen nuts and licked and sucked them one at a time till he had me moaning for more. More was exactly what he had in mind. Pumping on my cock he worked his way down to my hot little fuck hole and began licking and sucking on my puckered asshole. That was it I grabbed his head and with gritted teeth I told Dan to put his tongue in. He did it just like I knew he would, because he wanted to prep my asshole for the scene that was about to unfold. He stiffened his tongue and began to tongue fuck my asshole making me crazy. He made it slick and sloppy with his saliva till he had it relaxed to where he started finger fucking me as he licked and sucked at it. When he heard me groan and I started humping my ass at him, he let up and crawled back up my hot sweaty body and locked his mouth on mine. The kiss was to distract me from what he was about to do. His cock was hot and hard as I felt it slipping around the crack of my ass. He was squirming and humping trying to find the spot he was wanting the hot swollen head of his cock to be. It didn't take him long to find it. I felt his cock head poking at the opening to my little asshole. When he felt it poking at my hole he pushed and the head spread my fuck hole open and slid in. I raised my legs up and started moaning, "Mmmmmmmmmm!" still locked in our kiss. He broke off the kiss and on stiffened arms he pushed a couple of inches in. "AHHHHHHHHH!! DAN!" Dan looked me straight in the eyes and said, "YOU HOT FUCKER YOU!" I was breathing hard and I locked my hands behind his neck and said, "You Horny Fucker! You never could keep your cock out of my ass!" Even when we were young and got together, Dan was never satisfied till I sucked him off and he had fucked me in the ass. Holding that couple of inches of his cock in my ass he lifted one of his arms and then the other and locked them behind my knees and raised my ass up rolling me into a ball with my ass up in the air and my knees beside my head. My rock hard cock was laying flat against my stomach with precum running out of it onto my belly. Having me just where he wanted me he gave me a short kiss and said, "I'm going to FUCK THE CUM OUT OF YOU!!" I knew what was coming next. Dan pushed his hips down and shoved half his big fuck tool into my ass. I screamed, "AHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH!!!" He immediately pulled back and rammed his cock back in till he had all nine inches buried to the hilt! I started shaking and moaning as he just held it there pushing as hard as he could. Damn, it felt like he was trying to push his balls in too. I grabbed his hair and held his head and said, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD, FUCK ME!!!" That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He didn't hesitate; he slid his cock out till just the head was left in and then rammed it back in. He slipped his hands under my ass and held on as he started stroking that big ass reamer in and out. Dan wasn't the type to tease when it come to his pleasure. He was humping his hips and jamming his cock in and out with increased speed. Damn! the aroma of our sweat and cum was overpowering my senses. I was lost in another world now bent on nothing but giving Dan what he wanted. T he ride was growing tense. Trying to make me talk, Dan looked down at me and groaned out, "YOU LIKE YOUR SWEET LITTLE PUSSY FUCKED, DON'T YOU, PUSSY BOY?" I returned with, "AHHHHHHHH YAEHHHHHHHH YOU BIG COCKED FUCKER, FUCK MY CUNT!!!" I felt Dan's body tense and he started ramming in and out of me like a wild man. My cock was leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach when I felt a feeling I hadn't felt since the last time Dan fucked me years ago. My cock started to throb and swell and I could feel my nuts pulling up when a knot formed at the base of my cock and I started humping my ass up at Dan's slamming ass fucker. I couldn't hold it back as I groaned at Dan, "YEAH!, OH GOD YEAH! NOWWWWW!!! NOWWWWWW!!! FUCKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!!!" He started pile driving his huge cock in and out and screamed, "HERE IT COMES, YOU HOT LITTLE CUNT!!!" My Cock exploded and was squirting big gobs of hot sticky cum all over him and me. My prick was pumping cum, wad after wad as I humped my ass up at Dan's cock. I could feel my ass contracting and squeezing his big fuck tool when he yelled, "TAKE IT CUNTTT!!!, I'MMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING!!!" OHHHHHHHH!!! YEAHHHHHHHHH!!! BITCH!!! FUCK ITTTTTTTT!!! I reached behind him and grabbed his ass and humped and slammed my ass up at him twisting and squirming as I felt his cock start squirting his cum in me! He was cumming in a steady stream. It felt like he was trying to force a gallon of HOT! Thick, sticky piss in me. Screaming at me, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!! He was using my ass like a cheap whore's cunt. His cum filled my guts and was being forced back over his throbbing fucker and out of my ass, squirting on both of us and running down onto the seat. My cum was over and all I was trying to do now was give Dan the best fuck he ever had. The cum from Dan made my ass so slick he was slamming in and out of me with ease. He rammed it home a few more times as the flood began to subside. He slammed it home again and again and at last slammed it in and held it there till he pumped the last of his fuck juice in my guts. W e both were shaking and slobbering as we collapsed together with his cock still buried in me to the hilt. We struggled for breath as the convulsions and shaking began to weaken. Our sweat and cum was everywhere. We finally relaxed our grip on each other and he looked down at me and said, "OH MAN, after all these years, your still the best piece of ass I've ever had!"