Wedded Bliss

Part 5

Rather than use Paul's room, or any other room in the house, my horny 'spouse' suggested we go outside, and fool around on the lawn. "It's too hot to be indoors. Besides, I like being nude in the fresh, open air, and the moonlight. It kinda makes me feel free."

"Me, too."

After Paul had laid on his back on the grass, and placed his hands behind his head, I went straight for his cream-colored pits, which contrasted nicely with his rich tan. "Too bad I washed your pits, dude. I like the way they smell when they're sweaty."

"No prob. You can lick 'em again after I fuck you. Actually, it'd be cool if you spent all damn night licking my whole bod. I love it."

After I'd licked both his sexy pits, I began to suck the nearest, fleshy, brown nipple, which hardened under my tongue. Then I felt one of Paul's hands on my head, and his fingers playing with my hair.

"I must have some kinda maternal instinct or something," he said softly. "Makes me wish milk would come outa my nipple and feed you. Does that sound weird?"

"Nope," I smiled, then moved over to the other nipple. "I kinda feel like that when you suck mine."

By the time my tongue had finished covering his smooth, muscular pecs and stomach with the smell of my spit, I noticed his cockhead glistening with pre-cum in the soft, yellow light of the moon. I gathered the silvery drop on my index finger, then wiped it over the toes of one of his feet. "Did I ever tell you you've got way sexy feet?"

"Yep. You said they were perfect."

"They are… just like the rest of you."

"The rest of me?"

"Don't gimme that false modesty routine, Paul. You know very well how fucking awesome you look. Anyway, I can't talk while I'm sucking your cum-flavored toes."

"I love it when you compliment me like that," he cooed as I sucked each of his toes in turn. "Swells my ego so damn much, I could damnwell float!"

I gathered some more pre-cum, then wiped it over the toes of his second foot. "If it weren't for me, you'd have all the guys waiting in a fucking queue."

"What do you mean?"

"They know how you feel about me, bro… so they don't hassle you."

"What would you do if they did?"

I didn't answer his question, 'cause my mouth had a toe in it.

"Would you be jealous?" he continued.

"Maybe," I grinned after I'd sucked all five toes.

"You wanna lay on the grass?"

"You gonna lick me now?"

"Nope. I've got an idea." I did as he asked, and laid on my back while he got to his feet and planted them on either side of my chest. "You wanna reach down and get some of your own pre-cum, and put it on my toes?"

"What for? I've already sucked them."

"I wanna see what it looks like from up here."

After he'd rested one foot on my chest, I reached down, scooped a huge blob of pre-cum from the head of my boner, then spread it over his toes.

"Looks fucking awesome," he grinned as I held his foot to steady him, and positioned his toes just above my chin. "Suck away, Daniel. And take your time, bro. This is sooo fucking cool! Woohoo!"

What was he trying to prove? I wondered as I placed my lips over his big toe, and tasted the saltiness my own jizz. That he had power over me? Sure he had power over me. He always had. But I wasn't gonna spend my whole life inflating his ego, dammit.

"So you do love me," he smiled from high above after I'd completed one foot. "You wanna suck the other one now?"

Yeah, the cheeky, little, blue-eyed fucker was obviously getting a real buzz outa watching me wipe my own juice over his toes, then suck it off. But, hell, why not? There was no denying that he had wicked sexy feet. Truth was, he was wicked sexy period!

When I was done with the second foot, he planted his cute ass on my chest, and waved his six inches above my face. "I should tease you more often," he laughed as he watched my eyes narrow and focus on his delicious, swollen knob. Then he leaned forward, rested his upper body on his flat hands, and lowered his balls so that they rested on my lips. "Would Daniel like some nice, fresh Paulie juice?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but his nads immediately filled the space between my lips, and all I could manage was a muffled sound.

"Was that a yes?" Then he began to swivel his hips so that his hangers were being dragged in a circular fashion around my face. Paul's crotch had always had a very distinctive odor, which had a way of minimizing any resistance from me. Or anybody else, for that matter. It just made you wanna lay there and drink in his spicy scent forever.

"Yes."

He resumed his seated position on my chest, forced his boner down to my mouth, and smeared his tasty pre-cum over my lips, which I immediately cleaned with my tongue. "This is just the entrée," he smiled. "I've got a truckload saved up. Where would you like it? Which end?"

"Both."

"I've only got one dick, Daniel. But that's cool. We've got all weekend. Hey! I just remembered! You haven't licked my hole yet." And with that, he jumped up, spun around, and lowered his smooth buns until his wrinkled rosebud was hovering just above my mouth, and his perfect, egg-shaped balls were dangling over my chin. Was I gonna say no? Yeah, right. My tongue leapt out on auto, and zapped straight into his tasty, brown and pink hole.

"Jeeeeez, I love it when you do that," I heard him groan. "It's fucking awesome!"

After a few minutes, my tongue was aching so much I had to stop. But as soon as I did, I felt something wet and warm on my chest and abs. Who gives a fuck? I thought. It doesn't matter.

"Sorry, Daniel," he grinned after standing, and facing me. "I had to piss, but I was enjoying your tongue so much…"

"You're not sorry at all, asshole."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"You know what I think? I think you like it when I'm bossy. I don't expect you to admit it, though, 'cause you're too damn proud."

"I'd better shower again."

"No."

"Well, I'd better wash my mouth."

"No."

Paul knelt between my legs, grabbed my ankles, and placed them on his athletic shoulders. Then he moved forward, and rested his chest on top of me. He studied my eyes for a moment before pressing his lips to mine. I instinctively wrapped my arms tightly around him as our tongues wildly searched every corner of each other's mouths. Any concerns I might have had about piss or rosebuds had vanished -- replaced by the intense heat of unbridled passion.

By the time our lips had peeled apart, Paul's dick was as hard as a rock, and pressed against my hole. "I didn't taste anything," he smiled down at me. "We showered, remember? And you soaped my hole. And, anyway, I wanna fuck you while you're still wet with my piss. OK with you?"

I searched Paul's electric-blue eyes for some moments, until he became impatient for my answer.

"Daniel? Are you OK?"

"You're right, bro. I dig it when you're bossy."

Paul's face dissolved into a broad, cheesy grin, and his eyes sparkled with irresistible mischief as he pushed his throbber harder against my ass crack. "So I've finally conquered Goliath, huh?"

"You underestimate yourself, sometimes, bro. Anyway, how the fuck am I supposed to argue when my ass is screaming for your hard cock?"

He spat on his hand, then lubed his shaft. "You really want me to fuck your lights out?"

"Quit the fucking teasing, OK?"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"Just do it!"

"Tell me! I wanna hear you say it!"

"OK. I want you to fuck me."

After spitting on his hand again, he lubed my hole. "How much?"

"Jeez, Paul!"

"How much?"

"OK, you win. Fuck my lights out for fuck sake!"

Whoa! Paul's boner was an inch shorter than mine, but it was thicker, and felt like it was twice its actual size as it slid all the way in until his balls rested against my ass, and his knob pressed against my prostate. "You're gonna be fucked like you've never been fucked before, Daniel."

And he wasn't kidding! Woohoo! His fingers were digging into my shoulders as his aggressive thrusting shook my whole body like a rag doll. The guy had turned into some kinda wild animal, groaning and moaning with each savage push of his throbber, and each squeeze of my ass muscles around his solid shaft.

The combination of piss and sweat had formed a slippery film between our skins, and caused our bods to slither and slide over each other as Paul pumped my ass with a single-minded vengeance.

And me? Hey, fucking was fucking. It was primal. Passionate. Energetic. Assertive. And I was loving every second of Paul's awesome maleness, as well as the wicked sound of his heavy, humid panting right next to my ear.

Suddenly, he let out a scream that must've startled the crap outa everybody in the 'hood, including me. He sank his teeth into my neck, then rammed his boner home right up to his tight nads. I felt his first jet of boy juice warm my insides. Then he thrust again. And again. And each time his balls slapped my ass, another explosion of hot, thick cream jetted outa his piss hole, and found its target.

Finally, Paul's dead weight collapsed on top of me, exhausted. Neither of us said a single word for a minute or two while we basked in the blissful afterglow of hot, steamy, satisfying sex.

"Aren't you glad you married me?" he giggled, then became almost hysterical with laughter, which caused me to crack up, too.

"You're one mean fucker, bro. What the hell happened to you?"

"I'm not sure." He raised his head, and gazed into my brown eyes before he continued. "I guess when I was standing over you, and you were sucking my toes, I kinda felt… well, superior. Not that I am… but that's how I felt. And I thought to myself, 'that hottie down there digs me, he really digs me, and he wants me to fuck him good and solid'."

"Well, you certainly did that, bro. Whoa!"

"What were you thinking when you were sucking my toes with your juice on them?"

"Nothing much."

"Don't gimme that 'nothing much' bullshit, Daniel. What were you thinking?"

"Why?"

"Anyway, I could see it in your eyes every time you looked up at me. It was the same look you gave Kyle in Cape Town, and again when he visited Tampa. Am I right?... Well?... Am I?"

"Yeah."

"So say it, Daniel… I wanna hear it while my dick's still inside you."

Paul's smiling eyes were just a few inches from mine, studying them as he waited for me to respond. "Well?" he asked after a long pause. "Say it!"

"You're my hero."

"Coolio!" 

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