Pick-up Six Ch. 01

I grabbed and squeezed his pectorals, helping to hold his weight up, as he negotiated his way back inside me again. We watched each other intently as he slowly picked up his pace, and he listened closely to me moaning, trying to discern what was giving me the most pleasure.

He seemed to find just the right angle to massage my prostate with his upturned dick, and put just the right pressure on me; and screwed away, every once in a while surprising me with a pile-driving thrust.

"You DO like to get fucked, don't you, Danny boy," he would say, after I would throw back my head in ecstasy and cry out in response to that intense ramming of my body, the impact of which was being felt full force by the most sensitive organ in my body - my prostate.

He was too close to last very long, and good thing. I couldn't have taken him like that for much longer. Way too intense.

"Cum in my ass, Simon. Cum for me. Deep in my ass."

He was red in the face, and staring right into my eyes. Had me pinned beneath him, grunting like a mad man.

I instinctively opened my mouth, and looked at his, then glanced back up into his eyes. They were on fire.

"Take me, Simon, Take me. I am yours to fuck."

I then licked my lips and looked back at his mouth. His face was less than two inches above me. Sweat was rolling down his face and dripping onto mine.

I flicked my tongue, just up across his lower lip, where a large drop of sweat was about to drip down; then smiled, mouth still wide open and inviting, if he wanted to take the initiative.

He did.

In an instant, his face descended onto mine, and his tongue was madly swirling around exploring my mouth.

Mine returned fire, and we took turns with thrusts and volleys into each others mouths, while he continued grinding into my ass; not really pounding, but screwing me.

I threw my arms around him and we just french kissed, enjoying and allowing ourselves to experience these new taboo feelings we had for each other on this very special night.

What a difference, between the way a man and a woman kiss, I thought to myself.

When we finally - and reluctantly - broke off our mouth-to-mouth, he lifted his head and we looked at each other and broke out in laughter, then began talking over each other in unison.

"I'd never thought I would EVER do THAT..."

"Well I'm glad we did, because it felt good to me," I said, adding "You know, you don't look so bad in the dark."

"Hey, I'll take the compliment. You're not too shabby yourself, Danny boy."

"I still want to feel your hot cum shoot into my ass. Can you do that for me, Simon?"

"Damn right I can! Hold on, 'cause I'm gonna fuck the shit outa' you!"

Right back at me, he went. But now my ass was pretty well numb; it was just my prostate that was taking a pounding. I tilted my buttocks and repositioned Simon a bit higher, and then it seemed he could wail away without it being quite so intense.

"Take my ass . . FUCK me," I kept repeating.

I could feel him getting bigger - the veins of his cock bulging out and rubbing against the wall of my asshole. You never realize how much sensitivity you have back there until you take a fucking like this, I thought.

Finally, he started into the throes of his orgasm.

AAAaaahhhh. Warmth, flooding inside me. One, two, three warm spurts.

Now, so wet. He is sliding in and out of me so much easier.

And, getting softer . . and softer . . He is slumping on me now, still just barely hard enough to stay inside me, and spasming, pushing, wanting to keep thrusting inside me.

I held him close, as he lay collapsed on top of me, and stroked his back while his cock slowly shriveled its way out of me, and he caught his breath.

"You're a good fuck, Simon. A very good fuck."

"So it was good for you too, then?" he asked, lifting his head.

"Amazing. But I think I need to, um, get up and, clean up a little."

"Yeah, me too," he replied, holding his cock so it wouldn't drip any more cum on the sheets.

We both retreated to the shower and thoroughly cleaned up; then surveyed the damage. Two very messed up queen size beds.

"Whatever you do, when you check out tomorrow morning, make sure you have a big smile on your face. And leave the maid at least five bucks on the pillow," I suggested.

"Do you think I'll be able to find a dry spot to sleep?" Simon asked, almost in jest, looking somewhat dismayed at the damp and disheveled bedsheets.

"Yes." I answered straightaway. "In Room 1511, just down the hall. I have two queen size beds as well. You're welcome to one of them."

~ Continued in Chapter 2 ~