He's with his feet and hands on a dining chair and he's facing up, butt raised in the air and pushed forward, almost over the seat. He leans back, shoulders against the top of the chair's tall back. I'm squatting in front of him, with my hand fully inside his ass. My hard cock points in the same direction as my arm, and shakes with every thrust I give his ass. His body is covered in a fine film of sweat.
We're in the kitchen at my place downtown -- an arm's length from the window.
He moves his ass up and down, forward and back, sometimes to follow or meet my hand, sometimes to retreat from it. His legs are closing and opening. He sometimes raises on the tips of his fingers to push himself forward and come closer. Other times he takes one hand off the chair and placing it on my shoulder, pulls me closer and pushes his ass onto my hand.
His tits are shaking as my hand enters and exits him. His cock and balls are waving. His body is tensed His abdominal muscle forms a bridge between her groin and chest, the muscles on his upper chest tense and relax as he changes position, and the muscles on the front of his thighs are tensed and arching between joints.
The long dangling pieces attached to his earlobes brush over his shoulder and chains attached to his belly button ring roll over his abdomen. He has a large ring in his septum, large rings in his nipples and a second pair of small rings higher on his ears. On top of that, he wears a chain necklace and a rich assortment of bracelets, rings and ankle chains.
I rise on my feet. He leans forward. Our mouths meet and when we kiss, I slow down the movement of my hand in and out his ass. Then he leans back and with a hand on my wrist, pushes mine deeper. Piss drips and sometimes flows from his soft, small cock when my hand presses into his abdomen.
Emotions flash on his face. He shakes his head and then he nods. He opens his mouth as if to say something, then pushes his head back and rolls his eyes up.
He puts his arms around my shoulders again, and I help him climb on my body, legs around my waist. I carry him to the bedroom, without taking my hand out of his ass. I lay him on his back in the damp bed. The sheets are already soaked in sweat from the earlier action. He crawls backwards to the top of the bed, pulling my captive hand with him, and props himself up on pillows. I sit myself in front of him and work his ass. The pervert grabs and shakes his balls lewdly, all the while looking at me straight in the eyes and licking his lips. I replace the hand I have in his gut with my dick and give him a little fuck. He caresses my face and gives me his own fucking -- two fingers in my mouth. I alternate fisting and fucking and I kiss his pretty face. He entertains me with little lascivious acts like the ones before.
The last few months have been like that -- many days of senselessly fucking Stella in the afternoon at my place or hers, but usually my downtown flat. The summer days are hot and bright and each one feels just like that before it. The passing of time has blurred and morphed into fucking, sweat, piss, skin, penetration sounds and the ever changing colors of his hair.
I have my fingers deep in his ass most of the times we have sex. Serious fisting is a rarer occurrence.
Sometimes I get more serious about hurting his balls. I squeeze or slap them while I fuck him -- from behind or face to face. Or I do that while I kiss him.He stands or sits and usually holds me tight. He often has one arm around my shoulders and eats my mouth hungrily. I have fun punishing the testicles of the boy who offers himself to me with his legs spread wide. He winces and squirms and occasionally screams, he moans and cries, and he calls me names and plays angry or upset, but he always clings to me. And he never asks me to stop doing it.
Not today, though. Today we roll in bed and he gets on top. He squats over me and fits my dick in his ass, before starting to grind me slowly. Half of the time he leans forward to kiss me, and though this stretches him uncomfortably, he does not stop rocking his body up and down over my shaft. When he pauses, it is to suck my dick with zest. He licks it from tip to balls and leaves behind a lot of spit, before sitting back on it.
