UNCUT MALE
Hairy Man John

Sometime during the night, Marco had gone home after he, Chad, and I had exhausted ourselves in wild, three-way sex. But I’m glad Chad and I are alone now. Prison must have been hell for him, and we have to make plans for his parole time. At the moment, however, I’m just enjoying lying naked, with him half-sprawled over me, typical of our old sleeping habits.

Chad really has been working out, as he told me he had when he arrived last evening. And it’s not just his upper body that looks bigger. His thighs and calves are thicker and more defined, and his butt is rock solid, as I discovered last night.

I remember the first few times he slept with me, I thought he was exclusively a top. But he surprised me one night when he started sucking my cock. He couldn’t take it all, but I didn’t care. A few nights later, he asked me to fuck him. What a blast that was! I took lots of time stroking and opening his tight butt-hole, to get him primed. Then, when I finally slipped my erection in, he couldn’t get enough. Wow, did he ever love it!

After that, we kept trying different things. But he usually controlled the action. I didn’t mind that a bit. If he wanted to take charge, if he enjoyed taunting me, if he liked prolonging my agony, making me beg for it, that was fine with me. Being the focus of his attention and his animal energy was what made having sex with him so powerful.

“Mmm,” I hear beside me, and Chad brushes his fingers through my chest hair and down my stomach to my cock, which he squeezes gently. “That feels good,” he mutters.

“You bet it does,” I say. “I’ve missed waking up with you, like this.”

“That was quite a welcome-back party, buddy. But I’m horny again. If you turn around, we could suck each other’s cock, like we used to do first thing in the morning. Remember?”

“Do I ever,” I purr, and swing my body into position.

Chad lies on his side and wraps his mouth around my nearly limp dick But in a few seconds, it’s swelling fast. His semi-hard cock is as tempting as ever. When I suck it, the first mouthfuls taste of last night’s sex – sperm and lube and ass juices. But that just turns me on more, and I plunge my lips down the hardening shaft until they’re buried in his pubic hair. “Mmm,” he moans, shifting his pelvis to increase the pleasure. And then I’m reminded about how he likes to torture me. He flicks the tip of his tongue over the head of my cock and just under the rim, and he keeps doing that until I’m almost begging him to stop. Then the beast sucks my balls while he lightly strokes the crown, until it’s oozing pre-cum. The only way I can deal with this is to focus on giving him what he wants – the wet heat of my mouth and throat. He loves it when I suck his erection in long, slurpy strokes and then swallow it all and tighten my throat muscles around the crown. After several minutes of this, I lick every inch of his hard shaft until I reach the pinnacle, which I suck eagerly, milking it with my lips, tasting the juice that’s seeping from his pisshole.

Both our cocks are throbbing now. He’s stretching my balls. I’ve managed to slide one hand between his thighs, and I’m probing his butt-hole. We’re both moaning and getting high on each other’s cock-sucking skills, and just at that moment, the phone rings. “Fuck!” Chad says.

“What if it’s your parole officer?” I ask, gasping like a winded runner. “Oh shit, it probably is.”

I watch him reach for the phone. Then I rest the side of my face on his thigh, gazing at his luscious erection and testicles while listening to his end of the conversation. “Hello?”

“Speaking.”

“Yes, you said you would call.”

“I have no idea. We haven’t worked that out.”

“You want to meet here? Now?”

“Can you give me twenty minutes? I was just about to have a shower.” He hangs up the phone. “We’d better have a shower before he arrives. The smell of male sex may not appeal to Officer Williams.”

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