I always knew.... every time he texted me early evening, with the words ‘off for a run, you free l8r?’ I was in for a long night, if I was free. This evening, I was free, so I replied,

‘Sure, what time, your place?’

‘8:30pm, my place, don’t shower, ’

‘No probs, will go for a run myself b4 i set off’

‘Fuck yes, horny as fuck’

Oh... he was in one of those moods then. He sometimes liked the smell of sweat on me and he was always super horny when this happened. So, I cleaned myself up, got my running gear on, and ran hard for a while, then leapt in the car and was on my way. As I pulled up outside his house, still in my running gear, still sweaty, I could see him in the kitchen, drinking milk from a carton, well, devouring it really – the muscles standing out in his throat. God... he looked pumped, he’d stripped his top and was standing there in only skimpy, revealing shorts, the ginger beard and hair all over him glistening in the last sun rays of the day. Yum.

Rang the bell, waited, I see his 6’3 frame looming in the doorway, still shirtless. Door opens and he doesn’t say a word, just grabs my shirt and pulls me inside. He pushes me roughly against the wall, and, towering over me, pulls my arm above my head and dives into my pit. He knows that drives me wild. I’m suckling on his ear as he rummages in my pit and can hear him moaning. His hard cock, rising in those shorts, is pressing against me, his body hair scrubbing my belly through my shirt. His beard’s scratching my pit and I’m overloaded. I reach down to grab his cock through his shorts, but his hand grabs mine, and pins it, and my other, against the wall. He emerges from my pit, a gleaming, dangerous look in his eyes.

‘Hope you’ve not got an early start, you’re going nowhere tonight!’

I just smiled. He pushed me down to my knees, and roughly shoved my face into his crotch, the huge, throbbing cock tenting his shorts now squashed against my face, my head trapped against the wall. I responded the only way I know how, and burrowed into that crotch, through the skimpy shorts, with my tongue. He was moaning and groaning above me. I was in a blissful state, working my tongue along and around that thick, massive 8 inch cock, sniffing the delicious smell of his run, as his cock throbbed, swelled and jostled for space and contact. He pulled away for a minute to look down, smiling, ‘you fucking slut, you’re too good at this, get my shorts off’

I didn’t need to be asked twice. His cock sprang up, looking me straight in the eye, the head gleaming with precum. He lurched forward, pushing it into my mouth, leaving salty precum smeared across my face. I reached up for his nipples to tease as I sucked, he worked his cock in and out, sometimes slapping my face with it, which i love, I dropped a hand to tickle his ball sac, and he jolted as if I’d electrocuted him. I stroked and tickled those bull balls, till I felt them churn and rise, and sunk my lips onto his cock as far as I could. He practically screamed, as rope after rope of hot, salty cum splattered my mouth and throat. My hands were still teasing his nipples and ball sac, tweaking the hairs around them, until he subsided. He was shuddering, and then pulled out, as I began to lick him clean. He wasn’t going soft, in fact, his cock was getting harder. I looked him in the eyes and smiled.

Before I knew what was happening, he’d picked me up, slung me over his shoulder and was carrying me up the stairs. I grabbed his arse cheeks as I was swaying all over the place. He threw me on the bed, and jumped on me, roughly stripping off my clothes, before kissing me passionately, as if he wanted his cum back. Before I knew it, he’d rolled me up in the duvet, leaving just my head sticking out. No escape – fuck! He pulled me to the middle of the bed, so my feet were hanging off the edge, and my head was on the mattress, looked me in the eyes, smiling, before kneeling over me, dropping his balls in my mouth, and rubbing them over my face. I knew what to do, so I did it. It felt like I’d been at it for hours, as he’d progressively rubbed his sweaty balls and arse crack over my face, and my jaw was aching, my tongue was sore, and I was exhausted. He got off, reached in a draw for something, and came back, still hard as a rock, the precum glistening on his cockhead.

It was rope, he had rope in his hand. It looked like tonight was about to get interesting!!!

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