This is a work of fiction, though based on real situations. All characters are over the age of 18.
Chapter 3
“Jason, do you really think I’m leaving this room without fucking you senseless,” Ethan growls sexily. “This was a delicious appetizer, but I’m here through the main course and dessert.” He glances at the bedside clock. “We still have a good two hours before your husband gets home. A very good two hours. Come shower with me and we’ll start on round two. You’re gonna really love round two…” And with that, he gives me another searing kiss, and jumps out of the bed with a chuckle as he heads into the ensuite bathroom.
Damn, Brett. Your surprise birthday present is going to lead me to an early grave. But right now, that seems like a small price to pay for a marathon sex session with Ethan, the hottest young man I’ve ever seen. So, what’s a guy to do? Follow the sexy stud to the shower, of course.
In the bathroom I’m greeting by the stunning sight of Ethan bent slightly at the waist to turn on the shower. His perfect ass is only enhanced by the red marks I left on his smooth, bronze skin grabbing onto him for dear life while he rode my cock to one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of my life. I notice a thin trail of my cum slowly weeping from his hole and down one meaty thigh. I’m only slightly surprised to feel my cock stirring to life at the sight.
Ethan turns to look at me, his face lit up with a huge grin, and teases, “Like what you see?” God this guy is too cocky for his own good. But then again, what a cock! “Get over here, Daddy.” I don’t hesitate in taking his offered hand and he pulls me into an embrace while backing us up into the spray of warm water. Did I mention that Ethan really knows how to kiss? Damn. His tongue greedily pushes its way into my mouth, another powerful muscle on a very muscular body. Strong arms wrap me tightly in an embrace, pressing our growing erections against each other. Ethan steps back, grabs the soap and starts running it all over my body, sending shivers up and down my spine and bringing my cock to full mast. I notice his own has also risen to its eight thick inches. He spins us around so I’m in the stream of water, rinsing off the soap.
Taking the bar from him, with a gleam in my eye I murmur, “Daddy’s turn.” I coat my hands in a thick lather and place the soap back on the shelf, sensually exploring every inch of his smooth, godlike body with my fingers. Starting at his beautiful neck, I wander across broad shoulders before nudging his arms up so I can lather the small patches of hair now exposed to me. With a sexy smirk, he curls his arms into a flex that shows off bulging biceps. I growl as my hands greedily fondle the hard lumps. “God, Ethan, you are so fucking hot.” I press my mouth against his, my tongue becoming the aggressor even as his hands wrap around my head possessively.
I pull away to let my hands continue their journey, cupping the pouty mounds of his pecs, using the lather as lube to pinch and tug on his eraser-sized nipples. He moans, and I can barely hear him whisper “Fuck, Daddy.” My hands move to his sides and to my delight discover that he’s ticklish. I will definitely be filing that away for future use! But for now, I’m more interested in claiming every inch of this spectacular body. My hands rub right up to his cock but then shift around suddenly to grab his rock-hard glutes. “Tease!” he laughingly accuses me. His shaft is so hard I can see it pulsing, a thin line of precum drooling from the bulbous head. Can there be any better rush than seeing a young stud this aroused by you? Damn.
I’m not ready to focus on that magnificent cock just yet, so I kneel to explore his thickly muscled legs. That doesn’t mean I don’t let my cheek graze against his throbbing shaft, the scratch of the stubble eliciting a guttural moan from Ethan. I smile as my hands slowly reach back around to his ass, then follow the curve to thighs then down to his calves. I can’t resist his dripping rod any longer, so I cup his balls in one hand and start stroking his shaft with the other. I need his dick in my mouth, so I push him back into the shower stream to rinse off the soap. I enviously follow the progression of suds running down his beautiful body. I look up to find him staring at me, his eyes blown out in lust and now it's my turn to chuckle. Without breaking eye contact, I open my mouth and take the head in, twirling my tongue around the bulb. I lick and nibble my way up his thick shaft, one hand gently tugging at his smooth, weighty balls while the other reaches around again to cup his ass.
I need him down my throat, and while I’m not being boastful in saying I’m good at this, his length and girth will be a challenge. So, I take it slowly, moving my lips up and down the shaft, reaching lower inch by thick inch. I gag a few times but eventually have it all, my lips buried in the dense patch of black hair at the base. Holding him fully seated, I blindly reach out until I find his hands and place them on my head, giving him permission to take control. Brett’s always said that I give the best blowjobs he’s ever had, but Ethan’s size is testing my abilities in the most delicious ways. But I won’t be deterred.
He pulls out slowly until about half the shaft is exposed, then just as slowly plunges back into my throat. His rhythm builds gradually until his balls are slapping against my chin. My hands are on his tight ass, encouraging him to use me, both of us moaning loudly. I take back control, pulling his cock out to twirl my tongue around the head, tasting the delicious nectar, only to plunge back down until my lips are in his bush, again and again. Finally, he pulls out, his cock dripping with my saliva and his precum. “Shit, Jason, that feels fucking amazing! But…I need to be in your ass right now.” Finally!
He pulls me forcefully to my feet and spins me around to face the shower wall. Ethan turns off the water before pressing his hot body against mine, pushing me against the cool tiles. The contrast in temperatures sends sparks across my body, and I realize I’m trembling with lust. No one, and I mean no one, has rocked my world like this 21-year-old stud. Holding me tight against the wall, he starts working his way down to my ass, his tongue painting sexy pictures across my back. Squatting behind me, Ethan pulls my cheeks apart. “So beautiful,” be murmurs before diving in tongue-first.
After his thrilling kisses, I shouldn’t be surprised that he is a master at anilingus, but his skill and enthusiasm literally takes my breath away. His tongue moves at warp speed flicking across the folds of my anus before curling into a shaft to penetrate aggressively. Strong hands hold me firmly in place, which is a good thing since my body wants to melt into a puddle on the floor. He continues this frenetic pace for what seems like hours. I’m a drooling mess, words that aren’t really words pushed forth like I’m having an ecstatic religious experience. And you know what? I fucking am. But finally, words that are intelligible finally break free. “Please, Ethan. I need you inside me now. Take me!”
He stands and whispers huskily into my ear, “Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ll take care of you.” His arms wrap around me possessively and he raises one hand to my face, palm up. “Spit.” I quickly offer up two large globs for lubrication. The thought of getting fucked by this stud, standing up in the shower I share with my husband is beyond hot. I hear him adding his spit into the mix before applying it to my hole and lining up his huge cock. There’s no amount of lube that will not make this hurt. But I am beyond caring. I need him inside of me. Now.
But I’m still a bit nervous about his size. “Please,” I beg, “go slow. It’s been a while…and even longer since I had a cock like yours.”
He chuckles sexily, “Daddy, you’ve never had a cock like mine.” And with that, he presses until the head pops in past my sphincter. I gasp with a combination of pain and pleasure. Fuck…he isn’t wrong. He feels bigger than any of my previous lovers. And Brett hasn’t fucked me in nearly a year. Ethan pauses to allow me to adjust, hands stroking up and down my body while he whispers gentle words like he’s calming a skittish horse. Whatever he’s doing works, because I take a deep breath and press back against him until two more inches sink in. Now it’s his turn to inhale sharply. “God you’re so tight!”
He matches my continued pressure with his own until all eight inches are fully lodged inside me. I press back up against his chest, groaning in pleasure. He pulls me in a tight embrace, his stiff nipples boring into me. His muscles are so sharply defined, I swear I can feel the contours of his ripped stomach. Ethan holds me in place, nibbling and licking my ear, until I let out an impatient whimper. With that, he pulls his hips back until his cock is maybe halfway withdrawn before plunging sharply back into my ass. The slap of wet skin echoes loudly in the tiled shower. After an agonizing pause, he repeats the move again and again with increasing speed and power, all the while holding my torso against him in a tight embrace. I feel like a child in this stud’s powerful arms.
“Fuck, your hot ass is gripping me like a vice, Daddy.” I blush at the compliment, grateful in knowing he’s pleased with me. That inspires me to start flexing my ass muscles, a trick I learned with Brett. He always tells me it feels like being stroked by a hundred fingers, and apparently Ethan is enjoying it too as he calls out my name and clamps his teeth hungrily on my neck. Fuck, that is going to leave a mark. The intensity is overwhelming as I feel my cock spurt a drop of precum. He adjusts the angle a bit so the head of his shaft is grating across my prostate with each thrust.
“Oh god, Ethan. Right there. You’re going to make me cum.” I’m incredulous at the approach of my second orgasm in less than 30 minutes. He takes that as encouragement to redouble his efforts, pulls me away from the wall and starts mercilessly pounding me with all his substantial strength. His hands reach up under my arms and come together behind my head in a wrestling move, effectively locking my hands up in the air.
I’m now completely at his mercy…as if that hasn’t been the case since he walked into the house tonight. The strength and speed of his thrusting doesn’t slow down, and I suddenly feel an orgasm overtaking me. “Fuck, Ethan, I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” I shout out breathlessly. Four distinct shots burst out of my cock, hitting the tiled wall with audible splats. I can’t remember the last time I’ve cum hands-free, and it is the most amazing experience.
Ethan isn’t done with my hole yet as he releases my arms to grip my waist tightly. I press my hands against the wall for support. The slapping noise is so loud and fast it sounds like a jackhammer. “Fuck, Daddy, I’m cumming!” he cries out with one final lunge, his muscular arms wrapping around me in a bear hug. Both of us are convulsing as I feel each pulse of his huge cock, his spend erupting deep inside me.
I cover his arms with my own, my head thrown back onto his shoulder. His lips find my neck and give the gentlest kisses imaginable in sharp contrast to the pummeling I just received. Brett and I had only fucked standing up a couple of times over the years, and it was always mind-blowing. This…with Ethan…this was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. I’m not so sure I’ll be able to walk straight for several days, but it will certainly have been worth it. Damn!
After a few minutes wrapped in each other’s embrace, his softening cock slips out of my used but very happy hole with an audible pop. We both chuckle at the sound, and I turn the water back on so we can rinse off…again. I pull a couple towels out of the nearby cupboard and we help each other dry before returning to the bedroom.
He grabs his phone and dials as I lay down on the bed. I look up at him quizzically, but he puts a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture as someone clearly answered. “It’s time for dessert.” And with that, he hangs up.
“What was that about?” I ask, confused.
“I told you, tonight is a three-course meal, and it’s nearly time for dessert. For that, I need some special equipment. But for now, I really want to snuggle.” With that, he lays down next to me.
OK, now I’m even more confused. But as his muscular arms pull me into a tight embrace, I seem to forget everything except the feel of his hot body pressed against mine. He strokes my back tenderly, and I doze off, exhausted from what has now been over two hours of sexual bliss. Movement on the bed wakes me up, and I’m shocked to see my husband Brett sitting on the edge of the mattress, smiling down on me. Ethan still has his arms wrapped possessively around me, and I feel a panicked urge to push him away. But something in the way Brett is smiling makes me relax. He wanted this for me. For his husband of 25 years.
“Hello, darling,” he murmurs lovingly, a hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. “Have you enjoyed your early birthday present so far?” I return his smile, and nod. Wait…so far? Ethan mentioned dessert, but I sort of figured the snuggling was the third course.
Brett stands up and starts taking off his clothes. “Ethan, I think it’s time for his dessert, don’t you?” I glance at my new lover, who is smiling up at my husband. “Yes, Brett, he’s definitely earned it.” My husband is now fully naked before us, and I’ve never seen his cock harder.
Oh my god…what is happening?
I guess I’m about to find out.
To be throupley continued
Also, this is so hot, can’t wait for part 4!!! 🥵
Oh man! I love this!
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