Profound and immeasurable want!

For some time I had tired of looking for a partner who was really worth it, since my experiences had proved frustrating and somewhat discouraging by leading me to mitigate that feeling of something missing in my life and directing my stimuli towards the routine of work and a life with little or no prospects; obviously this effort of mine turned out petty and inglorious causing a deep anxiety which cried for its satiation at all costs. The usual ones with their ruthless demands. There were those who targeted young and inexperienced men, rejecting fat older married ones by building a caste that rose far above my expectations plunging me into the bottomless pit.
It was in this dry sea of hope that I met Marco, a young man who didn't quite know what he was looking for; his ad described himself as "young", married, straight with some curiosity about 'brotherhood', better known as 'friendly brother' and wishing to meet someone for friendship and exchange of information. Although I hesitated to respond to his announcement, but ended up once again defeated by lack and also anxiety. We agreed to meet the next morning at a shopping centre that both of us knew and which he thought would be ideal. To avoid disagreements, we exchanged personal photos in advance.
At the appointed time, I stood in front of a cafeteria away from the food court and waited for Marco to arrive; it was more than fifteen minutes past his hour when I saw him walking toward me. Marco was a naturally blond man of medium height, slightly overweight with a smooth face and thin lips and green eyes always smiling and relaxed; we greeted each other with the necessary formality for the environment and sat around a table asking two expressions; after my short and objective presentation I let Marco talk a little about himself.
He told me that he was twenty-five years old, married to his first girlfriend a little more than two years ago both well employed and with life on the way; from this self description he did not waste time in delving into the subject which had brought him there; commented that he became interested about homosexuality when in a public bathroom caught two boys masturbating each other and soon after one of them got down on his knees sucking their partner's cock until they managed to make it mock at its mouth.
- Did that experience turn you on? <unk> I asked the dresser looking at his facial expression.
"To tell you the truth, it turned me on!" he replied in a breathless tone. And besides that I went crazy when my wife made an earth wire into me! Man, it was very insane! In addition to prolonging the fuck I ended up having fun like never before! It was really too much!
-I'm glad to hear that, but now I really want to know what you are looking for!
- Dude, in principle I just wanted to feel the experience of being naked with another man <unk> he revealed it with a certain naturalness <unk> exchange some caresses ..., maybe a grip and that friendly hand ... , is this!
-And would you be willing to try that with a guy like me?
For a moment, Marco hesitated to answer and I even thought he had the wrong approach.
-Look, actually when I accepted this appointment didn't know what to think <unk> answer him breaking the previous silence <unk> but felt that you are a nice guy, older and experienced than me and with an air of knowing things that I don't, however am curious about meeting ..., so yes, I would very much like to have an intimate encounter with you!
Now we have to arrange everything right <unk> I've already started with some ideas in my head <unk> i know a small hotel near here very discreet and quiet ..., we could make an appointment to go there and ...
-Can it be today? <unk> he interrupted asking in a somewhat fearful way <unk> I mean, if you're really ready!
I confess that Marco's proposal shocked me a bit since he had not been prepared for something so frenetic, but I thought if he accepted it then we would find out whether the adventure was worthwhile for future amusements ..., otherwise it might be worth trying! So I paid my bill and went to my car which wasn't far away heading towards the hotel I knew; Marco seemed quite uninhibited behaving naturally when I asked him his document to hand over at reception; we got into the elevator and I already left for the first attack. <unk>I think you have never kissed a man, right? Do you mind if we try that now?<unk>, I asked right after pressing my body against his in a corner of the slowly moving cubicle.
There was indeed a hint of hesitation on his part which soon disappeared as I glued my lips to hers, sticking my tongue into her mouth and enjoying an inebriating exchange of saliva; we remained kissing until the elevator door opened and ran upstairs. When I closed it Marco asked for permission to take a bath and I allowed him only by demanding that he undress right there; with a seagullish chuckle between his lips he fulfilled my request by putting himself naked before me; confessing that Marco was delightfully exciting and had to restrain myself from grabbing at him just then granting the direction I'm tired of taking a bath.
Unable to restrain my greed, I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom stall tying Marco from behind while kissing his backside and nibbling on his neck making his skin shiver with a low groan; we stood in that position under the shower with my cock rubbing against his big juicy ass at the same time as he groped for his thong which I soon found fully erect. By tactile examination I found that Marco was endowed with a medium-sized not very thick cock with a sharp gland which I held between my fingers squeezing it gently making him groan even more dominated by my hand caress.
At one point he turned his body and embraced me allowing our limbs to rub against each other as we kissed again and hugged hallucinatingly; we finished the bath, and after drying each other off went to bed where we started our fun at half past nine with him on top of me sucking my cock while I did the same without missing a chance to finger his brioche listening to his frivolous little twitches once more muffled when he swallowed my jeba making Mama greedy.
Without warning, Marco sat on top of me rubbing his balls in my face while punching and nibbling at my nipples; this whole trip served to make me more horny and there was a moment's respite when we decided to talk some more about our desires and fantasies. Marco confessed that the first thing that came into his mind inside that hotel room was being enraged and I felt compelled to explain although my tool wasn't very good the first time it could always be a painful experience.
"Then be loving, please!" he replied with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
Immediately, I turned around on the bed reaching for the side support where there was a canister of lubricating gel and came back asking him to lie flat on his stomach; caressed those plump buttocks by squeezing them with affection and then poured out a good amount of the gel over the washer going on rubbing it sinking towards the brunch that I kissed at the sound of my partner's twitches and sighs; then greased my pistol and asked Marco to change position standing belly up while I put a pillow underneath him keeping him high; once again explained in detail what had happened. To my knowledge, the "roasted chicken" position was the least uncomfortable for anal intercourse and I gave him directions to raise his legs by bending them at knee height while keeping them in that position.
Shortly afterwards I stood between his legs holding my thumb and using it to brush Marco's groin giving some vehement nudges against his little hole; with each stroke he moaned uplifting and flexing even more his legs eager for receiving my pistol in his lap; I continued beating at a rhythmic cadence until without warning managed to break the resistance of his prehensile locks which were laced so as to allow the chapel forward causing such stunnel that did not contain an accentuated scream Marko, interrupted my advance by looking into his face like waiting for a request I'm going back.
-Argh! Afff! It hurt a little bit. But please don't stop!" he stammered with an imploring expression.
I smiled, stroking his cock and resuming the anal invasion by sticking my cock in slowly always with an interval of moments so that he could get used to the brute breaking into his little ring; we went on like this and some time later celebrated announcing that my stick was completely stuck in Marco's heel which in turn opened up a forced smile thankful for our victory; when I started the pelvic movements of suckling and shoving the cock into my partner's buttocks born in that clash.
As I intensified the kicks, I took his pistol in my hand and began to punch it emphatically until I was able to harmonize my pelvic movements with manual ones gaining a delightful sync that for some reason unknown to me impacted on my partner whose countenance reflected the luxurious frenzy taking over both his body as well as his mind; realizing that our fuck caused more pleasure than pain my partner went into even more vigorous movement pounding and punching without stopping in an ever-increasing spiral of profane desire.
The sweat was already pouring through all the pores of our bodies and our breaths were becoming almost suffocating when a shiver accompanied by spasm announced the beginning of the end; I warned Marco that he was about to enjoy a tone between euphoria and cowardice. "Argh! Ahnnn! It's coming! It is coming! He flew to fill your kitchen with my milk!"
"Ahnnn! I want to!" he shouted in an off-key tone.
There followed an almost hysterical frenzy that culminated in a mutual orgasm with me ejaculating into Marco's gaping hole at the same time as he was enjoying a torrential climax, releasing jets of semen which projected themselves into the air to then plummet onto my hand licking his belly too; I did not give him respite from pounding on it for some more while I could feel my pistol stiffen up before starting to shrivel away allowing me to pull out the gun and watch nectar flowing out of my little asshole.
Soon we were both stretched out on the bed with wet sheets of our bodily fluids and I made sure that Marco had enjoyed the experience.
"Well, to tell you the truth I still don't know how to answer that question!" he replied looking at me with a wistful expression.
And why can't you answer? I asked again, staring at his face.
"Because after all that I still haven't eaten your ass!" he replied with a smile full of intentions.
Touché, my dear - I exclaimed exultantly - that means you want to go for the rematch, doesn't it?
-I agree ..., then let's take a nap <unk> he replied turning his body to me sideways pretending sleep.
And for goodness' sake we ended up falling asleep to a loose sleep; I was woken with Mark kneeling on the bed rubbing his pistol into my lips, looked at him and both of us smiled before I could get his member in my mouth sucking, licking and feeling the brute swell itself inside it; soon made the subject lie down and snorted myself between his legs providing a respectful blowjob right to lick the balls and fingers in brandy hearing him groan and grunt full of horny.
-I want you four to fuck very tasty <unk> he announced at a certain point showing himself somewhat impatient <unk> But first ..., let's take another bath!
Once again, in the shower we engaged in many kisses and caresses with me realizing that Marco was much more uninhibited taking initiative in our sexual encounter and amplifying my lack of belonging to someone; We initiated a friend's hand still under the bath hugging and long deep tongue-kissings; Our joint masturbation gained such vehemence it was the rigidity of our pistols and excitement floating in the air. After drying up without finishing the manual play, we went back to bed and Marco made sure I oiled his face with lubricant gel.
Wanting to provoke him a little more I stayed four on the bed leaning my face against a pillow using my own hands to separate my buttocks leaving my groin well visible for my partner; Marco stroked my butt and then poured out a good amount of gel letting it flow along the groin causing its icy feeling cause numerous shivers all over my body before he started spreading it with his fingers not missing the chance to give some toes in my furrow making me tremble from thirst.
Shortly after this foreplay, Marco took a stand and began to brush my groin with the swollen rosary of his pistol going from top to bottom and returning again and again bringing me to the edge of madness such was my state of exaggerated excitement. He continued that sublime martyrdom which served to raise the climate between us with me desperately longing to receive his pincer inside me.
-You won't ask? <unk> he asked in a naughty and slightly embarrassed tone. <unk> You will not ask for your macho to fuck you?
-Argh! Ahnnn! Uhhh! Yes ..., yes..., I will <unk> replied with a stuttering tone and almost shrill voice <unk> Come fuck me hot, my macho man! Come fucking me hard! Show that you're my macho guy! Come!!!!
I had scarcely finished uttering those words and felt the first insistent, rhythmic nudges that soon achieved their longed-for success with Marco's cock gland breaking my folds and bursting into my brioche lacing it without mercy or pity.
Taken by utter emotional uncontrol I let out a hysterical scream as my orifice was being slowly pulled up when my partner insisted on the nudges shoving his cock inside me little by little, causing an amalgamated frenzy of pain, horny and pleasure all blended together within my bowels; with vigorous pelvic movements and trapping me at the waist with their hands like claws delightfully crushing my flesh Marco pursues his purpose to impale me punching his tool filling me with it enjoying another h fuck's intoxicating sensory experience It's a man.
It all seemed so unusual and even unbelievable that I came to believe it was nothing more than the fantasy of my immeasurable lack, lost in the sensations which intercourse evoked on every cell of my body and every inch of my skin. And when the kicks stopped I had absolute certainty that everything was real: It's a pleasure for my partner.
After a short interval, Marco began to hit hard pulling out and sticking his stick inside me with rhythmic pelvic movements that gained an increasing pace generating as a result an erection which I had not experienced for a long time with my swollen parotid pulsing and my balls becoming more rigid indicating the state of excitement invading my body, mind and soul. Marco struck so furiously that it made my whole body shake implying that I should stay firm in order not to retreat unwantedly. I could also feel my hot, aching buttocks from the roar of outstretched palms that my partner slapped against them resulting in excessive hard-on taking over our clash.
I was no longer aware of anything; time and space were dimensions vanishing before that profane, contagious fuck which mitigated my want and subdued my desire by imposing a yearning for it to never end; the breath from both had already lost its rhythm becoming panty-sickling and sweat trickled down our skins as indications that we walked towards exhaustion that would only be accepted after some deservedly fruitful enjoyment. Immersed in this luxurious carnal daydream that we both reached a climax with Marco flexing his muscles, taken by hallucinatory spasms with his stick irrigating my bowels with its warm and thick nectar while surprisingly I experienced an orgasm without any manual assistance enjoying the involuntary contractions of my cock shooting sperm on bed sheets.
Mark still insisted on sticking to me waiting for his fingernail to wither until he could pull it out causing me an ultimate feeling of ecstasy and also giving him the opportunity, by keeping my buttocks apart enjoying the sight of a fillet of his semen trickling from my pierced hole along the gully and bouncing off the sheet already drenched in bodily fluids and sweat.
I woke up startled with Marco brushing his body against mine in a clear intention of rehearsing another round of mischief; told him that he had no more energy, but could reward it by punching and thumb-tapping to which he acquiesced so flagellatedly; made him lie on his stomach and open legs and began manipulating his already erect member at the same time as sticking two fingers into his butt making the subject almost convulse over the bed until reaching an eloquent new orgasm that I was sure to sip into my mouth ending the fun. We parted a few hours later with the promise of new encounters which unfortunately did not happen since he began to face marital problems, that were not confidential to me, although we kept an intense exchange of messages by e-mail and even on whatsapp.