Imagine that I’m at your house, and we’re in your living room. It’s a warm day, and you have the windows open for a nice breeze. I’ve stopped by to read you my latest story to get your thoughts. I walked over in some jogging shorts and a t-shirt with multiple typed pages in my hand. You invite me in and grab a couple of beers as we settle in side-by-side on the couch.
The story starts, and very quickly, we both become aroused. It isn’t long before both of our cocks are out, stroking ourselves to the intense storyline. You can’t help yourself and grab my cock to take over as I continue the story. You’ve never done anything like this, but you can’t resist as the story takes us down a very sexy road. Suddenly, there is a change, and things heat up even more. You need it in your mouth and move between my legs to tentatively lick the pre-cum running down my length. I offer to do the same for you but you insist that I continue the story, so I do.
The action on the pages escalates even more, and you take my pulsing cock into your mouth and down your eager throat. It’s too much for me, and I warn you seconds before I shoot several spurts into your magnificent mouth. But the story adds another layer and becomes even more intense. I can see that your manhood is nearly purple and in need of release. Without a thought, I roll onto my belly and spread my legs as I continue to read. Since you won’t let me stop to take care of you, I offer you what no man has ever had before. Will you take it? Will you take me?
I look back while pausing briefly to see you eyeing my plump buttocks and the entrance between them.
“Back to the story!” you urge wholeheartedly.
I turn away and get right back into the action. Another rather passionate scene in the story explodes, and that’s when I feel your hands separating my glutes.
“Fuck, yesss!” I growl as your tongue flicks across my tender pucker.
I try to focus back on the story to keep you in the moment. Real life begins to mirror the storyline, and you slobber liberally between my quivering cheeks. Used to the flicking of your tongue, I am startled and excited at the sudden intrusion of your finger. You pump it in and out as far as possible, with your fist bumping me with each inward thrust. I stutter with the story, so you slow down to allow me to regain my composure, only slightly.
Digital penetration had already occurred in the smut that I share. Reading ahead during my pause, I remember what is next and know at that moment that I want it, even though I’ve never had it. The next paragraph begins with penile insertion, and I know that it means that that is what will happen next. I slow the words down to a crawl as you add another digit to my opening backside. I turn to see your face as I haltingly mumble the next elongated sentence.
You dribble large amounts of spit onto your free hand and coat your enraged prick with the lubrication while waiting on what we both know are the next few words.
“He plunges his rigid manhood between his friend’s pudgy buttocks and into his restrictive little star.”
You do that very thing, and we both wail aloud at the pleasure we each feel. The pages are tossed aside, and I grip the armrest as you plunder my virgin ass to the wonderous delight of both of us.
In the aftermath of our excited and cum-producing coupling, I offer, “Maybe next time you read the story.”
