The Carpet Layer Loved And Laid

The thought of the gyrations involved in my stiffening cock remaining in this spunky ass as we walked into another room caused my pulse rate to increase and my hardness to return.

I kissed Peter's shoulders and neck and carefully began to get on 'all fours' in unison with him, Peter used the wall to steady himself as my hands held his rounded hips and kept us together as we rose with Peter walking his way up the wall with his hands.

Once we were upright Peter bent forward to give me greater access to the depths of his hot cumfilled bottom, his asshole tightened, gripping my now stiff again shaft and causing the last of the semen from my recent ejaculation to dribble from my once more eager cock.

"I'm the drill sergeant."

Peter informed me in a soft sexy voice,

"And you're going to have to drill me into the kitchen, slowly marine cadet spunk pumper, slowly..."

My legs were outside Peter's as he squeezed his buttocks together crimping my very contented shaft as his left leg moved slowly forward with mine following and my groin pressed firmly against his spermy arse.

"Steady marine cadet spunk pumper, keep in step or you'll be licking the carpet clean..."

My lover said in tones so sex charged that I stumbled due the heady feeling of just having been seduced.

Peter's hands were now on mine as I held his hips as we slowly but smoothly made our way across the new carpet while bathed in the sunshine that was intensified by the energy efficient glass in the patio doors.

Peter made the sound like that of someone shivering having just been caught out doing something naughty.

"What's up with you sexyass?"

I asked purring at his lovely smooth back,

"Can you imagine what any visitors would see if they came around the back way?"

Peter asked in mock horror,

"Yeah, me doing you in the back door."

Was my answer to my drill sergeant's question.

"You wouldn't laugh if anybody were to call."

Peter said with a trace of seriousness in his voice,

" I really wouldn't care, honestly, I feel so happy and turned on it wouldn't worry me in the slightest, I think everyone should know what a sexbomb you are – sweetheart..."

At my last remark Peter's arse tightened even further,

"Sweetheart? My my my, I hope I don't let you down my dear, sweetheart? Now that really is sweet of you, kisses for you in the kitchen you naughty boy."

I felt more attracted to him than any woman I'd been with, his voice bathed me in warm balmy waves while his personality drew me magnetically to him and to be perfectly honest I was not worried in the slightest about any unexpected visitors appearing at the window, I was far too excited and falling in love.

Peter giggled in a very feminine way as we thought of various scenarios involving visiting mutual friends but I continued to hold him firmly but gently as we moved as one out of the living room, our legs pressed together, rubbing and keeping us very aroused; as light hearted as the atmosphere was with me stepping partly on Peter's feet we were both very sexually charged as a result of the highly erotic friction being generated as we moved as one through the room and into the kitchen.

I had never fancied other guys although I had always looked keenly at Peter even before he discovered that he was gay probably because he had such subtle feminine mannerisms which were apparent in the way that he would run his fingers through his hair and keeping his knees together as he sat down sideways.

There were so many things he did with classic feminine grace in my company whereas in the company of most others he probably came across as A-sexual, he certainly knew what buttons to push with me and he must have planned my seduction before he even thought of replacing the carpet.

Thinking of myself as a once straight guy just having had anal sex with a gay man excited me, I hadn't just crossed a line, I'd rubbed it out, I'd had homosexual intercourse with a homosexual man, my cock was in the spunky ass of the homosexual man who had so sweetly seduced me, I was having a lovely homosexual experience and I felt very horny and fulfilled as I rolled these thoughts around in my heart and head as my lover and I gently rubbed and bumped against each other as we entered the kitchen with my hard cock being gripped by his wonderful gay arse.

The cool tiles of the kitchen floor were a complete contrast to the carpet we had just left behind replete with drops of semen, Peter's in particular.

The kitchen was equally as large as the living room and just as bright and airy, the varnished light pine woodwork and the biscuit coloured tiles went well together and the red and white small check curtains with their tie backs gave it a warm cosy feeling; on our left was the breakfast table which Peter was heading for as he shuffled forward feet together, knees and back slightly bent his hands holding mine and his asshole still squeezing my shaft which was being fucked by the writhing way in which we moved forward.

Peter leaned forward and steadied himself by placing his hands on the table, he raised his left leg and placed his knee and lower leg on the very comfortable padding of the chair which matched the red and white check curtains and leaned forward resting his chest on the table and his face in his folded arms.

Peter's hot gay arse relaxed it's tight grip on my eager cock as he arched his back and pushed back onto my rigid erection allowing me to fully enter him; my fingers hooked around his hips and my thumbs reached into the crack of his arse and pulled his cheeks apart which made Peter moan and his asshole seemingly suck my cock into him as he pulse gripped my shaft.

I looked down at his asshole which was a slippery shiny pinky purple with a mildly puckered look to it but didn't seem very tight when he relaxed although it never relinquished it's dragging squeezing grip which sent magnificent feelings of unbridled sexual pleasure coursing through my shaft that began in my tingling balls which were swinging and gyrating just behind Peter's.

As I withdrew my hard cock by a few inches from between the hot cheeks of his deliciously gay arse I gasped as I saw his asshole stretched outwardly as it hung on to my swollen shaft; the heat inside his wonderful bum kept me stiff and full of desire for my end to remain deep in him where the source of our mutual pleasure began.

I pulled most of my cock out of Peter until only the tip remained in the soft sweet grip of his ring, I pulled my tight foreskin fully back until my shaft was a solid unyielding length which I pushed back into him while still keeping the skin of my cock taught by holding it tightly at the base with my finger and thumb.

Peter's arse tightened as he realised what I was doing, I continued to squeeze the base of my shaft thereby keeping the skin taught which heightened the strong sensations of ecstasy that were beginning as a tingle in the rim of my helmet and then spreading through it and down to the sensitive underside and saddle area behind it; every ridge in the soft though muscular insides of his arse brushed the entire surface of my very firm erection creating sharp waves of pleasure that would soon become an orgasmic torrent of lust filled bliss.

My thighs were pressed firmly into the backs of Peter's legs and my thumbs were now holding his cheeks apart again while stretching his asshole open as my sperm laden cock slid in and out of his wonderful opening and then back deep inside of him.

My thumbs were wet from the semen I had spurted into him only a very short while ago and which had been leaking out around my cock but maintaining a lovely liquid bond between us, my fingers dug into his hip bones as I began thrusting deeper and harder, Peter began his low moaning howl as my erection continued to stroke back and forth along his prostrate, my hands were now on his shoulders and then his sides as they caressed him on their journey back to his waist, his lovely feminine waist, lovely Peter, sexy Peter, boy pussy Peter...

"Oh my love, my sweet Peter, my baby, my sexbomb oh Peter, sweet Peter I'm cumming, gonna fill you up, oh my sweet love....Peter Peter Peter..."

I could feel my cock grow as it expanded when my sperm began spurting into Peter, splashing and coating the inside of his lovely wanting and willing arse.

"Go on hot cock, spunk in me, fill my arse up with your spunk, get your cock right in me, love me fuck me and cum in me..."

Peter's words of encouragement made my cock twitch and tingle even more as I pushed my way deep into him as the last of my sperm flowed from my very hard shaft and into his hot spunky asshole.

The tingling in the end of my cock and the underside of it went along my shaft and into my balls while I held onto Peter, I was moaning panting and sighing as I twitched and pulsated my cock inside him feeling the last of my cum ooze lazily from the end.

My left knee was now also on the chair with Peter's left leg as I lay over him caressing him and kissing his head neck and shoulders but Peter wanted to straighten up.

"Let me stand up babes, please..."

Peter said with a satisfied tone in his voice, he called me babes, wow, I must have made an impression.

I stood up and moved ever so slightly backwards not wanting my very happy cock to leave the wet spunky heavenly asshole it had found so much pleasure in but knowing a separation of these two such compatible bodies had to come at some time.

Peter moved forward and my softening cock flopped sloppily out of his magnificent arse, out from between his lovely round buttocks, from between the two pink orbs that contained the sweetest love slot my cock had ever been in and I watched my cum run out between his cheeks and onto the floor, some ran down the back and the insides of his thighs and there was a lot of it too, I've always shot big loads but this was an exceptional amount due to the fact I'd been so aroused and turned on.

Peter made no attempt to staunch the flow of my semen which dripped freely from him as he wandered feet wide apart around the kitchen leaving small pools on the biscuit coloured tiles.

He picked up a freshly washed pair of his pants from the basket near the washing machine and turned to face me, he held my pleasantly relaxed cock in his left hand and stretched my foreskin back while he wrapped his pants around my shaft and squeezed as he twisted the cotton briefs around it absorbing my semen which hung in a long wet string from the slit in the end.

My head lolled forward to rest in the clavicle of his right shoulder before Peter steered me into the chair which his knee had been resting on a few minutes earlier.

My naked backside settled nicely into the soft cotton cushion just as my back did against the upright matching padding, it was nice to sit down.

Peter had the pants in his hand which he'd used to wipe and dry my cock and I looked on as he opened his legs, bent forward slightly and pressed them in between the cheeks of his arse before tensing and relaxing them then smiling at me, the fingers of his left hand brushed lightly across my back and shoulders as he sat across my thighs, his right hand caressed my face and we kissed softly and then my arms were around him with my face buried in his chest.

Peter kissed the top of my head and said –

"Fancy taking a shower with me babe?"

"After that I'll make us some coffee and something to eat before you have to go."

I really fancied having a shower with Peter and it pleased me to think that he wanted to make me coffee and something to eat before I left but the problem was that I didn't want to leave and I couldn't think of any excuses I would be able to offer my girlfriend as to why I hadn't come home that evening.

I would have to cross that bridge when I arrived at it in the morning......