Let It Beatle

Love, Love Me Dude-10

That afternoon, Maury and I decided to just hang out at my place and watch some TV. On the couch, I lay on my side with Maury tucked close in front of me, a blanket covering us. We were watching reruns of some sort, but my mind wasn’t on it.

I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke, the TV was muted, and Maury had turned over to face me.

“Hi,” I said, and leaned in to kiss his nose.

“Hi yourself,” he replied, rubbing his nose against mine.

“You want to get frisky, don’t you?” I said, loving the way his hands roamed over my shoulders, and how hard his c**k was against my own.

“Maybe. Feel like rubbing off a little?” he asked, moving his hips to create some really good friction between us.

“This is good, isn’t it?” I asked, placing a hand on the back of his head and tilting it so I could nibble on his chin.

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, wrapping one of his legs around mine. “I use a dildo, so you know. A lot.”

That admission made my c**k leak. “I’d like to see you f**k yourself that way sometime. I bet it’s insanely hot.”

As I expected, red heat spread over his face and down his neck. Hmm, seemed Maury’s whole body was flushed. “You like me talking dirty to you?” I asked, moving to lick the shell of his ear.

“A lot. More, please?”

I f****d his ear with my tongue some more, then moved down to nip at his neck. “You want to rub off right now, or should I f**k you?” I murmured, moving my hands down to squeeze his ass, which had the effect of pushing our jeans-covered c***s even closer together.

“Anything you want is fine with me,” Maury replied, moaning as we moved languidly against each other.

“Okay, then.” I nudged his nose again, and then our lips met.

Maury tasted innocent, and I wanted more. I licked at his lips until he opened wide enough for me to play with his tongue.

He groaned when I sucked on it, his hips jerking involuntarily. We stayed that way, my hands on his ass, pressing him into me, Maury and I locked in a passionate kiss that made both of us ache.

When it got to be too much, I broke away from his lovely mouth and pushed the covers off onto the floor. “Sit on my lap, Maury,” I whispered, and we rearranged ourselves so he straddled me where I now sat, his hands on my shoulders and mine on his hips.

“I want to jack us off, watch you c*m and soak both of us with your spend. Would you like that?” I asked, moving a hand to unzip the jeans he’d borrowed from me.

His answer to that was to cradle my face in his hands and kiss me again while I worked to pull his c**k out, then freed mine. He had the softest lips, made for my tongue to moisten and caress over and over.

I tilted my head so I could kiss him deeper and tongue-f**k his throat while my hands jacked us both, our leaking slits providing a little slick, but I needed more. “There’s lube under the couch,” I said against his mouth.

Maury bit my bottom lip before he quickly got up and found the half empty tube. Settling back on my lap, he squirted a whole bunch over both our c***s and let me return to bringing us off as he went back to making a meal of my mouth.

He moved with me, hips circling slowly and pumping into my hands. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever done with anyone. It felt so good. So right. We pulled away briefly, panting in each other’s faces as I moved a little faster now, both our hips working hard, and a little sweat beading on our foreheads.

Maury’s rhythm became irregular, and then suddenly his back arched and he shot a high arc of c*m into the air, some of it landing on my face and the rest on my shirt.

“s**t, Tory, s**t!” he said, endlessly spewing cream as if he’d been backed up forever. I was close, but before I could finish, Maury slapped my hand away and took over with his fist, pulling firmly on my d**k as he licked my face clean of c*m, then fed it to me.

“Uh,” I whispered against his mouth as I lost it, the release so strong I dug hard into Maury’s thighs as I tried to survive the exquisite sensation. I’d died and gone to heaven.

“God,” I said as I collapsed against the cushions, eyes dazed as I watched Maury clean his hand with his tongue, collecting all my semen and then sharing it with me.

The taste of us together was wonderful. “Do you know how sexy you are like this?” I said against his mouth, our hands in each other’s hair as we kissed again and again, unable to get enough.

“I think we need a shower,” I said, wanting to feel his skin against mine and have even more of him. Wet. Slippery. Perfect.

“Okay.”

* * * *

I never knew soap could be so sensual. Maury and I stood in the shower, steam all around us as I soaped his luscious body slowly, inch by inch, making sure to rub his n*****s, which were very sensitive, I discovered.

His armpits, behind his knees, between his toes, nothing was missed, except his ass. I left that for last. I used a slippery finger to probe his hole and he arched back against me, the angle perfect and sexy.

“You look so good like this,” I murmured as I continued to plunge in and out of his channel, adding more soap and fingers until three went in and out easily.

Maury was pushing back against me, but I wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet. “Your turn to soap me,” I said, and handed the bar to him.

He was just as detailed with me as I’d been with him. We washed each other off, then I turned the showerhead away from us and reached for the tube of lube I’d placed on the shelf above the soap. “I’m clean,” I said, as I lubed my c**k. “Tested negative the last two times, and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I can show you the tests tomorrow.”

“I believe you,” he said. “I’m clean, too. And ditto on the tests.”

“Good.” I grabbed his hips and positioned my c**k at his hole. “Hold yourself steady against the wall, love. I’m pushing in.”

Hands braced, Maury replied, “I’m ready, Tory. Do it.” Slowly, I made my way into his channel, and met little resistance until I was fully seated.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” I said, eyes squeezed shut as I tried not to f**k him into oblivion too soon.

“You feel so good inside me,” he replied, and pushed back. “Come on, don’t hold back. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“You asked for it,” I replied, and pulled out, then plunged in fast, causing him to gasp.

“Hot damn, that’s the way,” he cried, and I did it again. And again. And faster. Our rhythm was for s**t as we were both way too turned on to coordinate, but determined to get there, all the same.

Maury squeezed my c**k. “Come on, Tory. Make me feel it,” he said, and I f****d him even harder than I had been.

It was glorious, wild, and messy. He howled when I hit that spot inside him. “s**t!” he yelled, and clamped down hard on my c**k as he spurted on the wall. God, so much juice poured out of him, it was unreal.

“Good for you, baby?” I asked, panting as I kept working his asshole, heading toward my own release.

“You f****d me so good, baby,” he moaned, panting heavily. “Come on, give it up,” he urged and kept squeezing me tight, even though he was probably a little weak from coming so hard.

“You have the best ass I’ve ever f****d, love,” I said and plunged in twice more before I let the big one go, yelling loud enough to echo off the walls.

When it was over, I slumped on his back, breathing heavily as he supported my weight.

“Jesus, f**k,” I offered, and Maury chuckled.

“Yeah.”

* * * *

We did each other again in the bedroom after we showered, which meant we had to clean up and that led to blow jobs on our knees on the shower floor. Finally sated, Maury and I made a meal together, then cuddled on the couch while watching Road to Paloma on Netflix. Jason Momoa, goddamn!

At the door later that night, Maury stood in my arms and we made out for minutes on end. “I’m addicted to your taste, you know that?” I said as I kept on nibbling and sucking on everything I could find in and around his lips.

“Same here,” he replied, then reluctantly pulled away. “I have to work all day tomorrow, but it seems like Leonard and Sheila are getting serious, so I want to give them more time together. Can I come over tomorrow night?”

“I’d like that, love.” One last kiss. “Have a safe trip home.”

I watched him walk away in his own clothes this time, which we’d laundered. I’d have to make some room in the closet for his stuff. And if love was in our future, then so be it. I had no intention of letting Maury Landrum get away from me, ever again.

THE END