Sweat and Leather

Carlos looked at me and smiled. “You can trust me, man.
I know what you want,” he said, pulling down the front of his
underwear to expose his enraged manhood. “This is what you
want.”

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous,” I objected, failing
miserably in my attempt to look away for the alluring sight
he offered.

“Relax,” said Carlos, stripping off the rest of his
cloths. “You can fuck me if you want. I won’t tell.”

He stood up and slowly came toward me. I could smell
the sweet scent of his sweat as he stood before me, his erect
organ wagging in front of my face.

Carlos reached down and pulled back his tightly stretch
rim of flesh to unveil his organ’s helmet shaped apex. “God,
you have a hot looking mouth,” he whispered seductively.
“Suck me, Tanner. Tongue my sticky pisshole.”

I could feel his huge dark eyes bearing down on me as my
lips parted to receive him. My need surpassed desire, it had
become a matter of necessity. I had to have Carlos.

I reached out and held his weighty, down covered balls
gently in the palm of my hand. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Play
with my nuts. They ache so bad. They feel like they’re
going to explode. Make me cum, Tanner. I really need to
cum.”

I leaned forward, opening my mouth wider, taking the
head of his pulsing organ deep into my throat. Carlos’ head
snapped back and he moaned with delight. “Suck my big dick.
Shit yes! Take it down your fucking throat.”

Never had I attempted to accommodate such a monstrous
slab of cockmeat. Carlos thrust his elongated manhood into
my mouth until my drooling lips were securely locked around
the hairy base of his flexing rod. His eight-inch cock was
like a hot poker slamming into the back of my tortured
throat.

I reached around and palmed the smooth cheeks of his firm
ass. His huge balls banged against my chin as he again
plunged his brutally stiff cock deep inside my oral cavity.
His knees trembled when I invaded the crack of his inviting
butt with a single finger.

My probing finger searched the tuft of wispy hair
to find its mark. His tight little pucker was drenched with
sweat. Carlos grunted with approval as my finger penetrated
his anal opening and collided with his deprived prostate. My
wiggling digit brought about instantaneously results.

“Oh yeah, bang my butt,” howled Carlos, yanking his
spastic cock from my syrupy mouth to jack off. “Fuck, I’m
gonna cum, man. Don’t stop. Stick your finger all the way
up my ass. Yeah, that’s it. Finger fuck my butt. Shit yes,
hammer it good.”

His slimy shithole flexed repeatedly, clinching my
embedded finger with unbridled male lust. Staring into his
dilated pisshole was like staring down the awesome, hollow
barrel of a loaded cannon. Beginning at his knee, I ran my
hot, drooling tongue up the inside of his sweaty thigh to
tongue his enormous, swaying bangers. Carlos whimpered
softly as I filled my greedy mouth with his salty, down
covered flesh.

Eager to relieve myself of the torrid load of semen
bubbling in my prostate, I pulled down the front of my briefs
and hooked the waist behind my sweaty nuts. Carlos took one
look at my thick, seven-inch cock and blew a wad of sticky,
white jism in my face.

My finger slid from Carlos’ well used fuckhole as he
smeared the last of his hot, stringy spew across my cheek.
Cum dripped from my chin as Carlos dropped to his knees and
began licking my face. His searing tongue seemed to sizzle
as he lapped up his spent load.

My cock was so alive with sexual energy it was
vibrating. “Suck me,” I pleaded. “Eat my dick, man.” I had
to feel that amazing tongue of his wrapped around the shaft
of my throbbing organ. I tingled from head to toe with
goose bumps as he descended upon my hard nipples.

“Oh yeah, lick my fucking tits,” I cooed passionately.
Carlos was eager to obliged me, sucking and chewing until my
small brown nubs were nearly raw.

“Um, you taste good,” sighed Carlos, his hot, wet tongue
leaving behind a glistening trail of spit as he made his way
down my sweaty torso. “I can’t wait to taste your big cock.”

His sexual hunger devoured what little patience he had
remaining as his fingers encircled my quivering meat. I held
my breath as his drooling lips descended upon the blunt
summit of my oozing crest. The tip of his tongue rimming my
sappy pisshole caused me to gasp with lustful ecstasy.
Already, I could feel my balls tightening with climactic
urgency.

As if some sixth sense told Carlos I could not hold back
much longer, he spit out my dick and retrieved a condom from
his shirt pocket. Tearing the package open with his teeth,
he impatiently suited my soldier for the task at hand.

“Fuck me, Tanner,” he panted, getting down on all fours,
all but sticking his beautiful little ass in my face.

Working a generous glob of spit into his flexing
fuckhole, I rose up behind him, positioning the head of my
inflexible, seven-inch ramrod against his delicate, crimson
orifice. I pushed against his resistant ring of passionate
anal muscle until my bloated apex burst into his spastic
rectum. Carlos howled with blissful agony as I gingerly fed
the entire length of my pulsating shaft deep into his heaving
belly.

“God, you have a hot little ass. I can’t believe how
tight you are.”

Carlos reached back and affectionately squeezed my nuts.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded. “Fuck me hard, man. Shoot that big
wad inside me.

The horses watched with restless envy as I savagely
hammered Carlos’ slender, round ass. A lustful concoction of
sweat and butt slime dripped from my hairy balls, and I could
hold back no longer. I rammed my cock deep into his
sweltering bowel and trembled triumphantly.

“Yeah, cum in my butt,” hissed Carlos, again beating his
meat into a spurting fountain of creamy jism. My erupting
organ twitched ruttishly inside him. “I want it all,” he
wailed. “Every fucking drop.”

His demands were explicit and I was more than willing to
accommodate him with surge after surge of thick, stringy cock
juice.

After catching our breath, we dressed and took our time
getting back to the house. I watched Carlos’ ass as
it swayed in his saddle. After the workout I’d given him I
was a little surprised to see the crotch of his jeans was
again bulging with aroused man-flesh. I had a feeling this
was going to be a summer neither of us would ever forget.