Impaling myself upon him, I felt the leather of his vest and harness crash
against my skin, felt his leather covered balls mash into my arse cheeks. My
vision was full of him, leaning into me as he took my willing rectum for his
own. My sphincter, assaulted by his weapon, protested and clenched around
him, and I reached again to hold him in place. My legs wrapped around his
body as my rectum wrapped around his sword and I willed him to take me. Half
supporting himself on one hand, his other hand reached forward and twisted
at my tit, sending spasms of pleasurable pain through my chest. The ecstasy
of his touch combined with the strength of his cock possessed my body. My
world seemed centred on two points -- my nipple and my arse, and those two
points seemed to radiate an incredible feeling of pure male sex throughout
my being. Mike trembled atop me, his eyes boring into me as he began to
thrust his mighty cock in and out of my willing body. Slowly at first, then
faster and faster, he plunged himself into me, and withdrew again to bury
himself even deeper. With each motion I clenched and pushed, meeting his
rhythm with my own. Before long we became one. A single rocking being, the
musk of man sex and leather heavy on us and around us as we fucked.
My leather lover attacked me, and I wanted more. He pounded in and out of
me, thumping my body with his own, sinking his steel hard sword into me. We
raced each other, grunting and urging, my cock swollen and twitching as I
felt his ravage me. The squeaking of our leather harmonised with our grunts
and profanities as we rutted, building faster and faster to the peak of
joining as our single entity drove itself to the brink. His pounding cock
thrust again and again, and my clenching body gripped at him for all I was
worth. He fucked me hard, and I fucked him back, our mutual need finding its
escape in abandonned lust. The ache of passion built and spread, and I knew
I was approaching the abyss. He called to me in a half strangled voice
"Neale ... I'm ... Cuuuuuuu " and then he exploded. His body tensed, his
powerful man sword buried itself one last time to the hilt in my hot wet
scabbard and he emptied himself into me.
The power of his orgasm shook us both, and at the moment that he erupted my
own balls heaved and spewed their load up and out through my red hot poker,
my manjuice flying between us, coating us both. We came to a complete stop,
not moving except for the simultaneous jerking of our cocks as they jetted
load after load of searing white jizz. The world seemed to spin out of
control as I surrendered to the total passion engulfing me, lost in the
power of the man inside me, yet somehow fully conscious of the incredible
black leather that supported us, bound us, and intensified our loving.
As the tsunami of passion receded, my body felt spent but so incredibly
satisfied. Mike collapsed against me, his manhood still hard and still
buried within me. My legs were wrapped around him, and my arms pulled him
down onto me, squelching the remnants of my passion between us. Wordlessly,
I looked deep into his eyes, and we kissed. Long, loving, sated. Our kiss
the culmination of our spent need, the fulfillment of our joining. Connected
to him physically as I was, I refused to let go, wanting him to stay there,
buried within me forever. Unfortunately, nature took over, and even as my
own tube of male flesh began to flag, I felt his long pole soften inside me.
Withdrawing carefully, he removed the latex sheath and flung it away,
falling to lie beside me now so we could resume our exploration of each
others' mouth.
Totally exhausted and at the same time exhilarated by the events of the day,
by our blossoming love, we fell into the comfort of sleep as we were, side
by side, still encased in our empowering leather, needing nothing else to
make us completely happy.t.
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