Uni Boy Tales - Pleasing Dad's Friend (Patreon)

My heart was starting to thump a little bit as I waited for the knock at the door. It was something I couldn't help. After all that's what anticipation is isn't? Its getting that feeling that you can't wait for something to happen, to the extent that it dominates everything you are doing and thinking about.

I had been trying to focus throughout the morning and the early afternoon with odd jobs around the house to pass the time; mowing the back garden; taking the dogs with me for a run; changing the worn-out tires on mum's bike and trying to do some college coursework. Sometimes it would work for a while and I would lose track and immerse myself in what was before me. Inevitably though my mind would turn back to thinking about the cause of my excitement. There was no denying it. I couldn't wait for Greg to come over later in the evening.

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My name is Brandon McCabe, 23 and currently in my junior year at Washington Southern College studying my degree in Pharmacy and Biomedical Sciences. I would describe myself as a laid-back person, not the sort to get involved in drama or anything unnecessary. Besides that I think of myself as a very social person, quite chatty and I was always getting invited to various parties and other events. A few of my friends might describe me as being a bit cocky at times but I wasn't too sure of that. After all if anything I was just confident and comfortable in who I am.

When it came to my future I had a plan pretty set out in my head for how I wanted to proceed with my career after college; I'd first get experience working in a graduate research role before applying to work for one of the major healthtech corporations in their research and development departments. Once I had gained some significant experience and established contacts in the industry I would move onto working in research on AIDS/HIV vaccines and prevention treatments, an area I had always been quite interested in.

Outside of my career though I was a lot more relaxed with what I did with my time and I enjoyed a variety of different interests such as running, hiking, competitive online gaming, fashion and a bunch of other hobbies. Perhaps of all of them basketball was my greatest passion and for this year I was a point guard on the college's NCAA basketball team, The Washington Southern New Titans. The intensity of the game, the thrill and the speed of the quick plays...there was nothing quite like it.

As you've probably guessed because I play on a college basketball team that I'm quite a tall guy. Besides my burnished red hair and freckles my height was one of my defining features. At 6'6 I towered over most other people, including my parents. My mum jokingly said I was a throwback to the men of her side of the family and I took after my great granddad, a giant of a man. Having seen a few old photos of him I could see what she meant. Anyway, as a result of my height I was often mistaken as being older then what I exactly was, such as when I met Greg for the first time.

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Greg was a colleague of my dad, both of them working as engineers for AECOM in Washington D.C.. One particular evening Dad invited him to come over to join us for dinner and Greg accepted.

At the time I was close to turning seventeen but I was already a good few centimetres taller then my family. I was going through that stage of puberty where my body was undergoing sudden changes and growing taller then most adults was one of them, an awkward change I was still getting use to at the time.

From the moment we met I was instantly attracted to Greg. He was a very laid back and friendly guy. Although some years younger then my dad he was still quite mature, a pleasant looking middle aged man with coarse black hair, on his face, arms and chest.  It was that hair that sparked my initial interest in him. There was something about body hair that I just found alluring, perhaps because it was so manly, so primal. I remember Greg was wearing a casual chequered shirt that evening, with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up allowing me to amply see the bounty of his rich dark hair. It was a vision that would stay in my memory long after that time.

'Hey there' Greg said as he came through into the dinning room where I was sat waiting for dinner, checking some news on my phone. He held a hand out to me, a full open smile on his face that was just dazzling to see 'Greg Wilvokizc. It's a pleasure to meet you.'

'Yes, likewise...' I said after a moment as I took his pre-offered hand, my response automatic. At the time my conscious mind was too stunned by the appearance of this attractive older man right in front of me. His handshake was strong, the skin toughed by the hands-on nature of his work. There's was a genuineness to his smile, the expression natural to him like breathing. The scent of aftershave, of rich oak, was in the air and it was intoxicating.

It was only after a moment that I noticed Greg was looking at me with a quizzical look on his face, as if he was expecting me to say something. Well, of course he was, since he'd introduced himself and I just sat there looking at him since then. Slightly surprised and embarrassed by my own reaction, I blushed as I quickly replied 'I'm Brandon, it's nice to meet you too.'

'Glad to make your acquaintance Brandon' That smile returned to his face, making me forget my momentarily embarrassment.

'So you're Michael's younger brother or his cousin?' Greg asked as my dad walked in the room. My old man burst out laughing at the question. 'He's actually my son Greg.' he answered, clearly amused at the mix-up.

'Oh' Greg said, blinking. 'I'm sorry for that. I guess I shouldn't open my mouth without thinking first' he said, his tone apologetic.

'It's alright' I said, trying to brush aside the awkward air between us. It didn't last long once they had washed their hands and joined me at the table for dinner. Besides that slight snag we hit it off pretty much straight away and the conversation at dinner that evening was relaxed and engaging for everyone. Greg was a well travelled person with lots of stories to tell and he just had this way of getting someone to open up and talk. At times during dinner it would sometimes just be the two of us talking, going back and forth over a range of subjects and interests, our conversation as deep as if it had just been the two of us at the table.

That occasion marked the start of Greg coming around to our house on a regular basis. He became good friends with my parents and they would invite him around to the various socials they hosted like their dinner parties, movie nights or, in the summer months, barbecues. Because of that I started seeing a lot of him and over time we got to know each other quite well.

Because of my stature I think Greg forgot my age at times and treated me just like any other friend, giving me the same sort of respect and attention as if I was another adult. It was a new experience for me to be treated like that and I can't say I disliked it. Over time we start to hang out  by ourselves, going out for food, attending a sports games or spending an evening in playing pool or binging watching some telly.

I got the feeling that my dad approved of me and Greg hanging out as he viewed him as a suitable male role model for me, something I found greatly amusing since I didn't myself see him in that light. Sure I greatly respected him as he was such a nice and genuine guy who had a lot of worldly experience but as a role model? I guess if I am being honest the reason I was enjoying spending time with Greg was not just due to his personality but because he was just the kind of guy I was into. 

He was so manly, so mature and yet full of energy and positivity...I couldn't help but feel incredibly attracted to him. It took me a little while to work out just what I was feeling towards him and I certainly had a strong motivation not to do anything that would risk what we had already, for he was such a great guy to be around and I didn't want to be one of those infatuated kids that thought just with his cock and not his head. With that in mind I resolved to keep our relationship purely platonic.  That didn't mean that occasionally I won't take care of my unsated desires towards Greg. What I imagined it would be like was very satisfying and quite exhausting.

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Fast forward a few years and I was in my first year at college and loving it. Life in my fraternity Nova Delta Phi was busy, social and full of plenty of opportunities to explore my sexuality. Seriously! I opened Scruff up and there was always dozens of men available to chat around the campus and close by. It wasn't just other students on the app; I remember my surprise when one of my lecturers pop up on the search one day. It was quite interesting later that afternoon when I was attending one of his lectures. I remember I couldn't help myself blushing whenever he looked in my direction. Yeah, that turned out to be quite the afternoon...

Anyway, the point is college turned out to be just what I needed. Feeling a great sense of liberation due to this new sensation of living away from home for the first time, I threw myself into socialising and experimenting. I got into some wild sexual experiences over the course of that first year, from a few random hookups in various dorms around the city, to a threesome at a national monument (I won't say which since I'll probably get in trouble for it if I do) and a memorable encounter backstage during the College's final season performance of Viladus.

Perhaps it was my newly gained experience that led to the change in mine and Greg's relationship. Over that first year of college I had come to see that relationships didn't necessarily have to be in black and white, that while some people could have a strong friendship together or would be happily committed to each other they were not set in stone. I had learnt there were many different kinds of connections between people, which depended upon the people themselves. I had a couple of friends who I enjoyed hanging out with and then sometimes we would fool around. For a brief time I had dated my friend Aaron and then we had decided we didn't quite fit together as boyfriends but worked better as friends. I guess my point is that as long as you always try to be mature yet relaxed in how a relationship develops and be mindful to respect the other's views and boundaries then you needn't ascribe to a clear cut vision of what a 'friendship' or 'relationship' is. Anyway, I've been rambling on now long enough so let's get back to me telling you about me and Greg.

It had happened late one evening in the summer break between my first and second years. While I was home from college I spent some time looking after the place while my parents were away on holiday in Florida. I'd be messaging Greg since I have got back about hanging out at some point and he had finally found some time free to be able to come around to the house to chill one evening. It turned out to be a great night with the two of just hanging around, gaming and generally taking it easy. As the evening turned late we ended up relaxing in the den, chatting and having a small drink of whisky from my dad's liqueur cabinet.

I'm not sure how it happened but gradually we had been moving closer to each other until we were sitting together on the coach, sipping our drinks and watching some trash on the telly. We were so close that our arms were nearly touching, skin to skin. Despite my relaxed state I couldn't help feeling a flutter in the pit of my stomach being right next to Greg like this; I still had quite the hots for him and if anything time apart had only heightened how attractive he was to me.

Greg glanced over at me. 'You want me to change it over to something else?

I turned my head to reply and found myself looking directly into his eyes. Suddenly I was acutely

aware of just how close Greg's face was, how near he and his lips were to mine. The details of his features were starkly clear, as if I was seeing them again for the first time; lightly tanned skin from being outside in the sun so much; the light shadow of stubble over his lower face; and just how dark his green eyes were. I found myself unable to stop staring at him, mesmerised by the closeness of Greg's presence. 

'What is it? Are you alright?' he asked quietly, looking back at me.

'Yeah...I'm ok...' I replied quietly, still glazing upon at that gorgeous face, barely a few inches away from my own. We didn't move from where we were, still looking at each other. There was a long quiet moment, one thick with possibility and a subtle, unspoken tension. We said nothing but what passed between us conveyed plenty of meaning and truth.

I honestly don't know which of us acted first but the next second our lips met, tenderly at first, almost hesitant as though testing out the waters. The feeling of his warm lips, surprisingly soft, upon mine seemed to spark my desires fully to life and the next moment I was hungrily kissing him, trying to taste him as much as possible. Greg responded in kind, his stubble brushing against my shaved cheeks, sending tingles through me as we fell into making out on the couch.

There was no words as we gave into the desire that we both seemed to have been holding inside ourselves. As our kissing deepened, tongues meeting and sliding over each other in our mouths, my hands began to roam. I touched the sides of Greg's face, fingers trailing down from his bearded cheeks along his neck and then onto his chest, feeling the firm body beneath the soft fabric of the t-shirt. To finally touch him...to start exploring what I had fantasied about so many times...the reality was so much better then what I had imagination. Before I consciously knew what I was doing I was moving to climb on top of Greg, straddling across his hips and pressing my body against his own.

That movement broke our kissing apart and we took a moment to take a breath. It also bought us both back to reality and we sat there, looking at each other.  I was feeling a bit giddy, unable to quite believe what had just happened. Greg was looking a bit astonished, as if he couldn't believe it either.

Since he was a bit stunned by what had just happened  I spoke first 'So, that just happened'.

'Yeah...it did' he replied, his voice a little hoarse. 

'I didn't realise that you liked me in that way' I added with just a hint of a tease in my tone 'So you think I'm attractive then?'

'Well...' I could see the wheels turning inside Greg's head as he tried to figure just what he wanted to say, what he could say in response to my question 'I've always liked you but I didn't think quite in that way' he finally admitted, a soft hint of blushing appearing on his face.

'It seems you did but just didn't realise it' I replied. At that moment I had noticed a sizable hardness was pressing against my ass cheeks; it seemed that having me on top of him at least left his body in no doubt how it felt towards me. The feeling, and thought of, that I was sitting on top of his growing erection sent a shiver up my spine. Without thinking I shifted my body a little to get comfortable, rubbing my ass as I did so against that hardness. The movement bought a slight change to his expression, nearly imperceptible but enough for me to know he had just stifled a moan.

'Did you...know?' Greg asked, clearly trying to not to show how much he had enjoyed the feeling of my bum rubbing against his hard dick. That made me feel even more confident and I knew then it was up to me to take the lead in what was happening between us at that moment. Greg was feeling nervous despite the obvious excitement of a certain part of his body and it was up to me to reassure and relax him. There was nothing to be frightened about after all.

'Oh yeah' I replied with complete honesty, gently playing with a strand of his hair. 'I've always thought you were hot. I just didn't do anything about it as I enjoyed the friendship we have' I moved to stroking down the side of his face, doing my best to make him feel comfortable. Greg still seemed a little unsure of himself but his nerves seemed to have calmed at least. 

'That doesn't mean though that I regret that we just kissed' I continued, giving him my best smile. I didn't feel any nerves myself; instead I was happy at this unexpected turn of events. That unknown line that had been between us, the divide between our friendship and the mutual attraction we had both felt, was now gone. I was interested to see just where this new direction in our relationship might go but it won't be fair to Greg to force him into something he wasn't sure about. So that is why I was taking things slowly and talking to him about it.

'What do you think? How do you feel about it?' I asked gently, stilling any movement so to give him chance to think without any distractions on my part. Greg was quiet for a few moments before he replied. 

'No..I...I don't regret but...I don't know' he fell silent again for a moment before he continued to speak 'I don't just want to do anything to come between us.'

'You're worried about how this could possibly affect our friendship?' I continued when Greg had nodded in reply 'I know what you're saying. It is something that could be an issue if we just jumped straight into something but...we aren't, are we? We taking the time to talk about it rather then rushing into anything. This is something new for the two of us but that doesn't mean it has to be bad. It might have gone wrong if we had just given into our hormonal urges' I couldn't resist teasing a little bit at the end.

'Yeah. It's not as though we are just letting ourselves go all animalistic because of a kiss' A spark of Greg's humour surfaced as returned to being himself 'I'm just wondering what we're going to say about this to everyone else'.

At that point I knew he was specifically thinking about my parents, particularly my dad.  'Well, we don't have to say anything' I replied. 'It's just between us after all so why should it involve anyone else? Besides we don't even know what 'this' is yet, so it won't make sense to tell anyone about it, at least for now'

'You're right there' Greg said, a smile coming to his face. I could see the nerves and tension that he had been feeling before had gone and he was back to his usual self once more. Cautiously I decided to test the waters a bit and I slightly shifted my position on top of Greg again, causing my ass to ever so subtly rub back and forth over his hard cock.

The result was satisfying. Greg tried to stifle a moan but he didn't quite managed to do it and I caught him. I allowed a grin to slowly spread across my face. 'So then, what are we going to do about this?' I asked him. I moved my body again, this time letting my obvious own hard-on press against his stomach. It was amusing to see how much he was not trying to show he was enjoying having me grind my body against his.

'So do you like me being on top of you...' I asked nonchalantly, leaving my words to hang for a moment before I added '...daddy?'

Greg winced. 'Please don't call me that'

'Why?' I asked, freighting ignorance 'You don't like this?' I wiggled my bum as I asked the question, giving him 

'No, I didn't mean that' he said. 'I meant I don't like that term'

'Alright. I wont call you it....on one small condition'

'What's that?' 

I was now slowly rolling my hips back and forth, rocking my bum over the straining lump within Greg's pants. His erection was so tense I could just feel it yearning to be released and the movement of my rear upon it must have felt like a sweet torture to him. 'If you give me another kiss I promise I won't call you the 'd' word ' I flashed him a broad grin, revelling in just how much I was starting to make him want it.

His own grin matched my expression 'I think I can do that.' Then, without the slightest hint of warning, he gave my ass a hard slap, so strong I couldn't stop myself jumping up slightly and a yelp escaping my lips. The yelp turned into a laugh which was answered by Greg's own amused chortle. With that we kissed again and this time it was long, deep and uninterrupted. We savoured it, letting ourselves enjoy exploring every moment of it.

I won't go into any further details of what happened that night as that is a story for another time and I want to get back to the main events I was telling you about. Suffice to say the real thing was so much better then anything I had ever imagined.

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Coming back to the present moment I currently waiting with as much patience as I could muster for Greg to finish work and come on over. I had the house to myself once more, this time as my parents were away visiting my aunt out of state and they had asked me to house sit for them again. As soon as I had said yes and got off the phone to them I was sending Greg a message to invite him for a visit. My building excitement had kept me distracted all day, making it hard to keep my mind focused on anything. Thankfully I didn't have to wait too much longer.

There was a knock on the front door and I admit I did bound across the living room floor to answer it. A familiar, weathered face greeted me as I opened the door, a dazzling smile upon his lips. 'Hey'

'Hey' I replied, slightly out of breath. Why was I out of breath? With some effort I calmed myself down and stood side to allow Greg to come inside.

It seemed though I wasn't the only one that feeling excited, for no sooner had I closed the front door then a pair of hairy strong arms encircle my chest from behind and a warm breath fell upon the back of my neck, sending a shiver right down my spine.

'You smell real nice today. Love the scent you're wearing' Greg spoke softly. starting to lay small kisses on the side of my neck, stubble gently brushing across my skin. Each kiss left a tingle where Greg's lips had touched, sensations that only grew with new peck. As Greg worked his way down to the base of my neck his embrace loosened as his hands began to wander, softly grabbing and fondling at my pecs underneath the thin t-shirt I wearing. Squeezing my chest with a firmer grip, he massaged my pecs in a way he knew made me go weak at the knees.

A lot had changed since that unforgettable night we had shared back in my first year of college. Over time me and Greg had come to an understanding that we were more comfortable as friends then trying to have a more serious relationship. Most of the research companies had their graduate programs out of state so I would be moving after college quite a distance away from Washington. Greg was settled down in the capital, had his friends and family here and enjoyed his work. It won't be fair to try a long distance relationship when who knew how either of our situations might change?

That didn't mean though we couldn't enjoy a particularly close and intimate kind of friendship. Greg turned me round to face him and, grabbing me by the hips, drew my body close. He returned to nuzzling the side of my neck, now using his teeth to leave little love bites on my skin. I was hungering though for a taste of him and I cupped the side of his head and guided his face, and lips, up to my own. Warm and soft, they were as eager as mine and we fell into deep, sensual kissing, conveying our ardent mutual lust through touch alone.

When we finally broke apart both of us were breathing heavily, our hands wandering over each other aimlessly. I could feel that my face was flushed, heart hammering away in my chest. Barely could I contain my excitement at the thought of what was to come.

'So...what do you fancy doing?' Greg asked in a low voice, right into my ear. I couldn't suppress the thrill that hearing his voice talking in that tone gave to me.

A wide, innocent smile spread across my face. 'I've got a idea what would we could do. Come with me and I'll show you what it is.' Taking his hand I led him towards my old bedroom.

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In barely no time I had Greg naked and tied down onto my bed; blindfolded and bond by his waists and ankles with soft ropes to the posters of the bed frame. He was quite a sight to look down at as I slipped off my own clothes, his furry, soft body like an open, attractive invitation. There was a nervous smile upon Greg's face as he lay there, waiting for me to join him.

The sight of Greg like this was too much for my patience, horny as I was from waiting all day. Getting onto the bed on my hands and knees I went straight in for Greg's cock and balls, licking at his testicles, the hairy sack sliding against my soft tongue. With each pass my tongue shifted his nuts around, tasting their strong manly essence as I sampled every bit of his sack.

Greg made a series of small moans and other sounds at the suddenness of what I was doing to him and the pleasure he could feel coming from my attentions. Hearing him enjoying so vocally only spurred me on more and I lapped away at his balls with the eagerness of an excited puppy. His sack was now wet and shiny all over from my persistent licking. It was slowly changing however as Greg became aroused; the skin tightening as his balls lifted up and his cock started to become erect, hardening and lengthening before my eyes.

The sight of Greg's hard cock never failed to stir an intense desire within me. It was a tiny bit longer then the average cock but its girth was what made it particularly impressive; it was so thick that my thumb and index finger won't meet when I tried to fit them around his erection. Moving from his balls I lifted Greg's now-hard shaft and slowly peeled back his foreskin to reveal the plump, reddening head. Feeling I wanted to tease him a bit first I calmed down my rampant desires and took time to breath hot air over Greg's cock head, eclipsing a gasp from him at the sensation. With my tongue I licked the underside of his head for a moment before moving down the length of his shaft, running it down to the base of his cock. Without pause I repeat the movement going upwards this time. 

I could feel Greg's cock growing even harder in my hand as I did so if that was possible. It had now expanded to the point my hand could barely fit around it, it's girth wider then my grip. It felt incredibly warm to the touch, blood surging inside the member as Greg became aroused at my touch.

Feeling now I wanted more of a taste of him I opened my mouth and started to suck on Greg's cock head, lips running over his glans while my tongue teased his slit. For long moments I simply concentrated on pleasing that part of his dick inside my mouth, everything narrowing down until it was the sole focus of my attention. Little noises escaped Greg's lips as I continued to work upon his cock and his body started to move a bit without thinking in response to the sensations I was giving him. He couldn't move about too much however, what with his limbs still securely tied to the bed frame. Between that and the blindfold blocking his sight all Greg could do and sense at the moment was the warmth of my mouth and the slipperiness of my tongue. It seemed he was really enjoying giving up all control to me, if the increasing volume of the noises he was making were any indication.

Opening my mouth wider I tried to take in as much of Greg's cock as I could and gagged a bit on his thickness. Giving myself a moment to get use to it, I then pressed on and took in more of his shaft until I had most of it inside of me. The girth of it stuffed my mouth full and even brushed against the back of my throat. Closing my eyes I focused on suckling away on as much of his member as I could while breathing through my nose. I savoured the taste of his meat, rich and strong. The smell of his manliness was potent, a heavy musk that made me giddy to smell. Now it was myself that was losing conscious thought as I found myself sucking on his meat hard and fast, losing control of my impulses. Greg was really moaning now as I relentlessly devoured his manhood, his cock starting to twitch as I drove him closer to the edge.

Seeing the signs that Greg was getting close to orgasm helped bring me back to my senses. I eased off from taking him to the edge, removing my mouth from his cock and letting it fall back onto his belly with a gentle thud. It wasn't entirely because I wanted to really wanted to drive him wild,  No, I wanted something else as well before I helped satisfy him. Getting back onto all fours I crawled up until I was level with Greg's face and gave him a series of soft kisses over his bearded cheeks before moving onto his lips. He was so turned on by that point though he tried to get a bit of tongue in as we kissed for a moment.

I laughed at, amused by how horny he was 'Easy, easy' I said softly, stroking the side of his face 'Have patience'.

'That's easy for you to say' a hint of frustration was in Greg's tone, not annoyance or anger but clearly feeling the urge now that he wanted to cum. I couldn't help but smile. Yeah, perhaps I did enjoy teasing him a little bit too much but then I didn't get to see him that often, so he'd just have to indulge me.

Still I was feeling incredibly horny too so I decided to give him what he was aching for. Planting a last quick kiss on his lips I sat back upright and reached over to bedside table where I plucked the tube of lube I had placed there just for this moment. With my other hand I reached around and took hold of Greg's erection. Placing it up against my rear I let it to rub against my tight crack as I got myself into position. I could feel his hardness pushing against my cheeks, the length of it pressing into their dividing fold. Taking one last moment to tease him I brushed my muscular ass against his dick, causing Greg to shudder beneath me. Taking hold of his cock again I positioned it so the cock head was pointing at my crack and raised my hips upwards a tad, allowing the head to prod slightly between my cheeks. I nearly jumped at how warm his cock was, pulsing with fierce heat. My ass tingled where I could feel the touch of his member, warmth spreading from where our skin met. I left his dick partially held between my firm rear muscles.

Flicking open the tube's cap I squeezed a generous amount of lube out onto my palm. Reaching behind me I prised Greg's shaft from out of my cheeks and coated its length and head with the lube. I then pushed my fingers into my ass and smeared the remaining lube around my hole, probing it for a few moments with my fingertips to get some of the gel inside of me. A digit went right in without much resistance, for I had spent some time preparing before Greg had arrived, fingering and playing with myself in eagerness for his arrival.

Now we were both prepared I used a hand to spread my cheeks apart while using the other to manoeuvre Greg's cock so that the head was lined up pointing directly at my hole. Taking a deep breath I pushed my hips back and downwards and winced slightly as I felt the tip of his cock prod the outside of my entrance. With a bit of effort and moving my hips carefully I pushed my ass down onto his cock head, feeling it pushing past the rim of my hole until, with a little 'pop' sensation, the whole of his glans went inside me. Even with preparation and past experience it took me a few moments to get use to the thickness of his head.

Focusing on my breathing I started to grind my hole down onto his erection, gradually working further inside me, every extra centimetre touching a new place within. Despite my efforts I could feel my ass clamping around Greg's cock, instinctively gripping at this intrusion into my body. By the point I had to stop my movement I had managed to get two thirds of his erection up in my ass. Grabbing my cheeks in both hands, I spread them wide and concentrated on relaxing my insides around his rock hard manhood. It was so warm now, so aroused. Greg was letting out a constant stream of half-moans under his breath; he seemed to have gone into a daze, lost in the feeling of the all-enclosing, intense sheath of flesh seizing his hardness. Trying to distract my mind from how stuffed I already felt I leaned forward and kiss Greg's chin and neck. As I was bent over I received a good whiff of Greg's manly scent, as intoxicating as ever and which sent a small rush straight to my head.

Finally feeling that my muscles were relaxed enough that they were no longer clenching quite so tightly I straightened myself and started pushing my ass down again. The heat inside me from his erection was increasing as he went in deeper and I couldn't help but shudder. Despite the intense pressure I was now experiencing from having such thickness filling me, at last I felt the brush of Greg's pubic hair against my cheeks.

I let out a deep sigh as I just sat there for a moment, Greg's hardness fully within me, my own dick erect and moist with precum. For me there was no feeling quite like that of a dick in my ass; it was indescribable. During college I had experienced a number of different cocks of all sizes but none made me feel quite as full as Greg's did. At that moment his girth was pushing out against my inner walls and prodding right at my prostate. That constant pressure meant that the tiniest movement caused his cock to rub along my sensitive spot, send twinges of pleasure running through my own aching dick.

I wasn't the only one to be enjoying the feeling of our intense coupling; Greg was pawing at the ropes that were tied to his wrists, trying to control the sensations he was experiencing from my ass pulsating around his cock. I grinned to myself at the expression on his face and the beads of sweat running down his forehead. I wanted to try and draw our session as long as possible, although that was going to be tricky. His dick felt so hard that I knew it wouldn't take him long to go over the edge. To be honest I was close too; feeling my prostrate being constantly nudged and jabbed made my own dick threat to explode, a large drop of precum trailing down the length of the shaft towards my balls.

Slowly I lifted my ass about an inch off Greg's dick, feeling his girth as it passed along before I pushed back downwards, his shaft jabbing against the walls of my ass as it went back up inside. I repeat the movement once more, this time lifting my ass a little higher before dropping back and giving my hips a little rolling motion as I did so, getting a particular nice moan out of Greg. Gradually I began to sped up my hip movements, getting into a comfortable rhythm. The trick with riding such a thick dick I had found was small movements; there was no point trying to be like an experienced pornstar slamming my ass on and off the whole of a cock right from the get go. No, smaller movements were better to let yourself relax into a good fuck and could be even more intense.

So I focused upon moving my ass on and off of his cock a few inches at a time, keeping his cock head inside so every time it went back upwards it would strike against the walls of my anus and my prostate. Rolling my hips I swirled his dick around within me, all the while flexing my ass muscles so his manhood was being gripped and pumped in a warm, fleshly vice. Greg was really sweating now, his hips buckling up of their own accord, thrusting his dick into me as I continued to grind my hole onto him.

At that point though I was losing it, my mind going blank as I gave into the ecstasy of feeling his strong shaft thrusting into me, ramming into my willing hole. Without even consciously aware of it my hips were going back and forth faster and harder, rocking my ass against him to feel that solid hardness pummelling my insides. With each movement I could feel the tension building at the base of my shaft, my nuts tightening as the pleasure from my prostate being struck continued to swell and spread. Greg was now pretty much rutting up into me, instincts overtaking him to breed, to thrust without pause until he came. I didn't even notice that my hand had take hold my own dick and was now ferociously wanking it. An intense sensation was building in my groin, rising inexorably from the depths of my balls right up through the shaft to the head. 

My orgasm erupted, a sensation like lightning ripping throughout my body and I couldn't hold back a yell as my cock swelled and shot a load right across Greg's furry chest and hit the empty part of the pillow next to his head. Several more shots of my seed fired out in rapid bursts, glistening droplets of pure white. I slumped forward slightly as the last shot of seeds flew from my dick, my free hand serving as support as exhaustion nearly overwhelmed me. Out of breath, I could feel my body shaking and heart pounding as it came down from the heights of the orgasm, my ass clenching and convulsing as Greg was still plowing his cock relentlessly into me. I could sense he was close now, my cries and climax having taken him right up to the edge. I felt every throb and twitch of his hardness as it became ready to release.

Mustering the last of my energies I moved my hips as much as I could in time to his wild thrusts, attempting to tighten myself around his cock with all the strength I had left. 'You like that?' I asked him in a low voice, barely loud enough for him to hear over the squeaking and shaking of the bed frame as his hips slap into me. 'There's nothing like feeling a tight ass rocking on top of your cock is there? How does it feel knowing it's my ass at the moment that you're fucking, that you're just about breed me and shoot right up in 

Those words were all he needed, for Greg let out a fierce grunt and his cock expanded and spasmed like crazy inside my stuffed rear. Deep within me bloomed a strong heat as he fired his seed into me, making my own spent dick twitch despite its exhaustion. For several long seconds he continued to come before the spasming subsided, leaving just his spent but still hard cock up in my ass. For a moment we remained as we were, both of us gasping for air, letting our bodies recover from the intensity of our coupling. I felt Greg's dick starting to soften back to it's normal state. With care I lifted my rear up, gently helping his dick to slid out of me until it finally passed out of the rim of my hole and fell onto his body, as worn out as my own organ.

Completely done in, I flopped down on the bed next to Greg, completely exhausted by our session. His chest was rising and falling quickly as he took in deep breaths, his skin warm and damp to the touch. I removed his blindfold with the smallest amount of movement possible; I pretty much had nothing left in me now. There was also the fact my ass was feeling raw and used from our fuck and 

was clenched so tight that only the faintest dribble of seed leaked out of my hole.

Able to see again, Greg glanced over at me and gave a tired, satisfied grin. He nuzzled the side of my face and kissed my nose, rousing me from the mini-stupor I was in. 'When you've got a moment, do you mind doing something for me?'

'What is it?' I asked, my mind fuzzy and all over the place at that moment.

'Could you possibly untie me from these at some point?' he shook his wrists and ankles to emphasis the knots currently holding his limbs in place still. 'It'd be nice to have my hands free if we planning anymore...' he said, tone holding a lot of promise. 'Later on I mean of course. You look like you need to take a break for a bit.'

'We could do' I replied, feeling my strength coming back. 'Shall we shower, eat and go from there?'

'Yeah, although I won't mind getting a kiss from you first.'

Grinning, I willingly obliged him and enjoyed a wonderful deep kiss with him. Letting free him from his bindings, we then hopped off the bed and headed towards my en suite shower to freshened up before we continued to enjoy our evening together. The thought of more fun to come, both that of the social, friendly kind and the more intimate sexual sort, gave me a truly content feeling as I stepped under the hot water to join Greg. He took me into his arms and our lips met for another kiss, our naked bodies pressing together as the water washed over us, it's heat mingling with our own as we lost ourselves in the blissful feeling of each other.