twisted-talez: “Fuck, that was good,” Max exhaled, relaxing with his arm behind his head in that man
twisted-talez: “Fuck, that was good,” Max exhaled, relaxing with his arm behind his head in that manly way of a guy whose balls have been emptied. I had just drained his hairy cock down my throat. There’s nothing like a shot of warm cum from a married dude to get your day started.We had roomed together our freshman year of college. I was attracted to Max from the first moment we met. He was cute as fuck with a killer smile. And he was so fucking hairy for a boy his age, the only guy in the dorm with a fully-developed, hairy chest who could also grow a full beard. I’ve always been a sucker for man fur. I’d lie awake at night and think about sucking Max off, but I knew I didn’t have a chance. Max was hopelessly straight. And though I confided to him about my being gay, I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship by trying to get in his pants.Sophomore year, Max moved into his fraternity house. We stayed in touch, but grew apart. After college, he got married, moved away, and started a family. So I was delighted all these years later when he called to say he was going to be in town on business and asked if he could crash on my couch.I made dinner for us the night he arrived, and then we got drunk. Really drunk. At some point in the night, I confessed that I had wanted to suck him off the moment we first met back in college. Max laughed and said, “You should have told me. I might have let you. All I had was my right hand back then.” Feeling emboldened, I asked, “Well how about now?” Max held up his left hand and pointed to his wedding band. Ouch. Message received. The night was getting late. I made up the couch for him, and we parted ways.The next morning, I went to start the coffee. Max was awake, but still lounging on the couch. He was shirtless and taunting me unknowingly with his delicious, hairy chest. And the flimsy blanket I’d given him was doing nothing to conceal his morning wood. “You know,” Max said as I started the coffeemaker, “I’ve been thinking on what you said last night about sucking my cock. Does the offer still stand?” Fuck YES. I dropped to my knees, pulled back his blanket, and gave him my answer by taking his thick, hairy cock in my warm mouth. “Fuck, man. Why didn’t we do this all those years ago?” he lamented as I worked his cock down my throat until I had him balls deep. He put his hands on the back of my head and began to guide my rhythm. His breathing intensified as he cried out, “Oh, FUCK YEAH, man … Don’t stop … That’s it … Yeah, here it comes … FUCK!” Max looked down in disbelief as I swallowed every last drop of his warm, salty load. “Fuck, that was good,” he exhaled, relaxing with his arm behind his head. Max then gave me that smile — the same smile I fell for all those years ago. “Listen,” he said, almost thinking out loud. “I was supposed to head home after meeting with my client today, but I think I ought to stay here another night. I feel we have some more catching up to do.” Max then leaned forward and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue. His dick got hard once more. We both knew he was going to be late to his meeting as I straddled his hairy cock, taking him inside me. Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link