The next time couldn’t come soon enough, but the wait was torture, every day dragging by, while Jim’s partner was away and mine was off dog-sitting. Finally, the timing locked in, a humid Friday night in San Diego, the kind where the air feels thick and heavy even after sunset. I packed light, an overnight bag with extra lube, a fresh towel, and that bottle of whiskey we both liked—knowing I wouldn’t be leaving until morning. My hole was already twitching in anticipation on the drive over, cock semi hard at the thought of what was coming.
We didn’t waste time on small talk. Jim met me at the door shirtless, shorts slung low, that soft belly and thick bulge already on display. He yanked me inside, slammed the door, and crushed his mouth to mine—rough, hungry, teeth clashing, tongue invading like he’d been starving for it. His hands were everywhere, gripping my ass hard enough to bruise, yanking my shirt over my head, shoving my jeans down so fast the button popped. We were both naked in under a minute, cocks grinding together, pre-cum smearing sticky between us.
He’d already popped a Viagra, I’d taken mine on the way over. We were both rock-hard in no time, veins throbbing, cocks leaking. Jim dragged me out to the patio, the night air warm and salty from the nearby ocean. The hot tub was already bubbling, steam rising thick under the string lights, underwater LEDs glowing an eerie blue-green that lit our bodies like we were underwater predators. He’d texted the neighbor again, “We’re in the tub. Front-row seat if you want it.” The reply had been instant, “I’m watching.”
We sank into the scalding water together. The heat hit like a shock, muscles melting, skin flushing red instantly. Jim pulled me onto his lap facing him this time, legs straddling his hips, our cocks trapped between our bellies. He reached down, fingers finding my hole, still remembering the last time, pushing two in rough, no preamble, scissoring hard while his thumb pressed my taint. I gasped, head falling back, the steam filling my lungs with chlorine.
The neighbor’s silhouette appeared over the fence, closer this time, no hiding. I could see the faint outline of his arm moving slowly. Knowing he was jerking off to us made my cock throb.
Jim didn’t wait. He lifted me, lined up that fat cock, and slammed me down in one brutal thrust. The stretch was vicious, burning, that ripped a raw moan from my throat. Water sloshed violently around us, waves crashing over the edge as I bottomed out, his pubic bone grinding against my ass. He fucked up into me hard and fast, short, punishing strokes that slapped wet skin on skin, bubbles churning like a storm. My prostate took every hit; sparks exploded behind my eyes. I clawed at his shoulders, nails digging in, drawing thin red lines. Jim growled filthy things against my neck, “Take it, slut, let him see how deep I’m inside you”, his voice hoarse, breath was hot.
I came first, violently, cock untouched, shooting thick ropes of cum into the swirling water while my hole spasmed around him like a fist. Jim roared, buried to the hilt, and unloaded, hot, forceful jets flooding me so deep I felt it pulse against my insides. We stayed locked like that, panting, water settling, until his cock started softening inside me.
But the Viagra kept us going. We climbed out dripping, towels barely touching us, and stumbled inside. Bedroom lights low, sheets already stripped to bare mattress because we knew it’d be a mess.
Round two: doggy on all fours. Jim mounted me like an animal, hands gripping my hips, yanking me back onto his cock with every thrust. The bedframe banged the wall rhythmically, my arms gave out, face smashed into the pillow, ass high and spread. He pounded relentlessly, long minutes of a brutal rhythm, sweat dripping onto my back. My hole was already puffy and slick with his first load; every withdrawal pulled wet strings of cum and lube. I came again, shaking, whimpering, then he flipped me over onto my back.
Round three was missionary, legs pinned wide by his forearms, his full weight crushing me into the mattress. Slow now strokes, agonizingly deep grinds that pushed his cock inside my wrecked hole, making me feel every ridge, every vein. He kissed me sloppy and possessive while he fucked, whispering how loose and sloppy I was getting, how perfect it felt. Another load, hotter, thicker, more cum pumped straight into me while I stroked myself to a third, weaker orgasm that left me shaking.
Round four, Jim was a man possessed, on my stomach, ass slightly raised, Jim straddling my thighs. He slid in easy, my hole was gaping now, no resistance, just that obscene, slick gaping hole. He fucked me laying on my back, deep, rolling thrusts that pinned me helpless. The friction on my oversensitive prostate was torture, I came jerking hard, but dry this time, body convulsing, my hole milking him desperately, I squeezed as hard as my loose hole could. Jim lasted longest here, grunting, cursing, before flooding me again, so much cum it leaked out around his base in thick rivulets before he even pulled out. Where did Jim get all that cum? He orgasmed 4 times and each load felt massive.
We crashed hard after that, bodies wrecked, sheets soaked, room reeking of cum, sweat, and sex. I woke in the gray dawn to Jim’s cock already hard against my crack, Viagra still working its magic. He rolled me onto my side without a word, lifted my leg and pushed in slow. My hole was raw, sore, puffy, gaping wide, but the stretch felt filthy-good. He fucked me gentle but deep, kissing my neck, murmuring praise while his cock stirred the mess of four loads inside me. When he came, quiet this time, just a long shudder, I felt the final hot spurt join the rest. He stayed buried a minute, softening slowly, then slipped free with a wet gush. Cum poured out in a warm flood, thick, running down my crack, pooling under my hip. My hole twitched uselessly, loose and wrecked, every tiny movement sending more cum leaking out.
I showered standing bow-legged, hot water stinging my tender rim, washing away layers of dried cum and sweat but not the deep ache. When I dressed, every step reminded me, sore muscles, gaping hole still seeping into my briefs, a constant wet warmth between my cheeks.
We drank coffee on the couch, grinning like fools. Jim showed me the neighbor’s text: “Best show yet. Jerked twice. Repeat soon?” We laughed, already plotting the next one.
I left mid-morning, walking gingerly to the car, ass throbbing with every step, cum still trickling out. My hole felt used-up, ruined in the best way, loose, leaking. Best night of my life.
It happened sooner than we thought. Jim texted me mid-week: “Partner’s at a doctor thing tomorrow. Thursday free. Come over. Been too long.” No games, no buildup, just raw need. I cleared my schedule, heart hammering the whole drive over. San Diego traffic felt endless, but when I pulled up to his familiar house, the door swung open before I even knocked.
He didn’t speak at first. Just pulled me inside, kicked the door shut, and wrapped me in that enveloping bear hug. His body was warm, solid, smelling faintly of soap and the same musky cologne he always wore. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in, feeling years melt away in seconds.
We kissed like long-lost lovers, slow at first, lips brushing tentative, then deeper, tongues sliding, tasting each other like we were rediscovering a forgotten flavor. His hands roamed my back, down to my ass, squeezing possessively while I ground against the thick ridge already straining his shorts. No rush. We stripped each other lazily, piece by piece, his rough palms gliding over my skin, raising goosebumps, my fingers tracing the soft curve of his belly, the familiar trail of hair leading down.
He guided me to the bedroom, pushed me gently onto the bed on my back, and knelt between my legs. No preamble. He looked up at me with that wicked, tender grin, then took my cock into his mouth, warm, wet, perfect. Slow bobs at first, tongue swirling the head, tasting the pre-cum beading there. Then deeper, throat relaxing to take me all the way, nose brushing my pubes. The suction was exquisite, tight, rhythmic, wet slurps filling the quiet room. His big hands pinned my hips, thumbs stroking my hipbones while he worked me with expert patience. I threaded my fingers through his hair, moaning his name, hips lifting instinctively. My orgasm built fast, too fast. My balls tightened, heat coiling low. “Jim, fuck, ” I gasped. He hummed around me, the vibration tipping me over. I came hard down his throat, pulsing thick ropes of cum, while he swallowed every drop, milking me dry with gentle sucks until I was twitching, oversensitive, soft.
He climbed up my body, kissing a trail, stomach, chest, nipples, neck, until his mouth found mine again. I tasted myself on his tongue, salty and bitter. His cock, thick, heavy, leaking, rubbed against my thigh, smearing slick snail trails. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicked himself generously, then coated my hole with cool fingers that pushed in slow, stretching me open with care. Two, then three, curling, scissoring, brushing my prostate until I was arching, begging.
“Missed this,” he whispered against my lips. “Missed you and your tight hole.”
He lined up, pushed in inch by thick inch. The stretch was perfect, familiar burn that I love, giving way to that deep, filling pressure I’d craved over the years. When he bottomed out, belly pressed warm to mine, pubic hair tickling my skin, we both groaned. He stayed there a moment, buried to the hilt, forehead resting against mine, breathing the same air.
Then he started moving, slow, rolling thrusts that dragged over every sensitive spot inside me. Passionate, not frantic. Like we had all the time in the world. His hips circled, grinding deep, stirring his cock while he kissed me, soft, filthy kisses, murmuring sweet nothings between them: “So fucking perfect, still so tight for me, love how you take my cock, never letting you go.” His voice cracked with emotion, rough with lust.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. We rocked together, the bed creaking softly, wet sounds of intercourse filling the room. My cock hardened again between us, trapped against his soft belly, rubbing with every thrust. He reached down, stroked me in time, firm, loving pulls, while he fucked me steady, building us both towards orgasm.
When he got close, his rhythm faltered, thrusts turning erratic, deeper, harder. “Gonna fill you up, Dick, gonna give you all my cum,” he panted. I clenched around him, milking him, and that did it. He buried deep with a long, shuddering moan, cock, twitching, throbbing as he pumped an enormous, load of hot cum that seemed to go on forever. Pulse after thick pulse, warmth spreading inside me, so much it leaked out around his base before he even finished. The sensation tipped me over again, I came untouched, spilling between our bodies in weak, trembling spurts.
He collapsed onto me, heavy and comforting, still buried inside. We stayed like that, kissing lazily, catching our breath, his softening cock twitching occasionally with aftershocks. Cum trickled warm down my crack, pooling beneath me, marking the sheets. He whispered against my ear, “god I love your ass,” and I laughed softly, throat tight with something deeper than lust.
We lay there tangled for a long while, just holding each other, the connection settling into something real and solid. No rush to clean up, no plans to leave. Just us, long-lost lovers finally home.
