I have been an actively promiscuous bisexual for most of my sexually active years. I view stories, subs and media from straight, gay and bi sources. This started with my getting intensely turned on by the short video on a reddit sub of two muscle bros fucking and both obviously enjoying each other. I watched about 43 million times - ok, that's an exaggeration, it was only 41 million - and ached with the arousal I got.

So one morning early after a viewing, I texted my guy fwb, linked him to the video, and then told him I was intensely aroused and needed him, I was going to fuck him hard. He responded, saying he'd leave early for work and stop by shortly. This fwb was gay, a tall tennis-player body and in sex, very submissive.

I grabbed a couple of towels and a tube of lube and dropped them on a chair by the front door. I pulled on a pair of gym shorts - I work from home, so I wear anything - started up the coffee maker when there was a knock at the door.

I opened it and it was him. He smiled and started to speak and I just grabbed him by the belt buckle and yanked him inside and slammed the door shut. Before he could say anything more, I grabbed his pants buckle and zipper and opened them up and yanked his pants and underwear down to his ankles while planting my mouth on his. After pulling his polo shirt off, I turned him around and slammed him up against the front door and pulled my shorts down to release my aching hardon, rubbing it on his butt. I then squirted a gob of lube on my dick, spread his butt cheeks and then rammed myself as hard and as deep into him as I possibly could. He uttered a small scream and then started whimpering as I rammed myself in and out of him so hard that the door was creaking. I was almost lifting him off his feet with the effort of my pounding him. The only sound I was making was my panting. There he was pressed up against the window of the front door which was made of what's called scotch glass, which is kind of like stained glass without the colors though only clear rippled glass. I don't know if anyone could see him with his dick pressed up against the glass but I didn't care. I continued to thrust into him, and it was only 2 or 3 minutes of wimpering, door creaking, smacking sounds of my hips pounding his ass before I felt my nuts tighten and almost with a bang I erupted hard into him, pumping a huge load into his colon. I was almost done cumming when he shook and moaned, body writhed and then came. I could feel inside him against my cock pumping cum all over the door glass.

I didn't wait for him to finish but spun him around and pushed him down on his knees, spurts of cum spattering, the pushed him on his hands and after another lube squirt, pile-drove into him and resumed the ass-smacking deep hard ramming while he gasped. He went to grab his still stiff dick and I slapped his away "I decide when you cum, bitch!". Moments later my whole body surged and my dick swelled harder when I came, pumping another load inside his quivering ass. He then came, and I felt him again against my dick pumping while hearing his cum splatter on the slate entranceway floor.

Both panting and spent, we just held there for a minute then I pulled out, stood and yanked him up and used the towel to wipe his cock and cum-coated stomach, then yanked his pants up buckling them then shoving him out the front door throwing his shirt after. "Wow, that was...." he started and I interrupted "If I wanted to hear your shit I'd ask. Go rest up for the next time I fuck the cum out of you" and slammed the door.

I don't think the entire fucking start to stop took much more than about 15 minutes. It took almost as long to clean his cum off the door and floor.

That evening he texted me saying it hurt to sit all day, he was leaking my cum down his legs and he kept getting boners thinking about how deep inside him I got and when could we do it again. I got hard again reading the text. Round 2 will be soon.