We kissed and his tongue probed swiftly my mouth, hard, tasting my own tongue. This reassured me of his desire. Kissing him, I unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest with my hands, lean and firm muscle that left a rough feeling on my palms. “You shaved;” I asked, “I like it like this”, he answered with reluctance. My face rubbed against his chest and slid down, as my hands unzipped his fly; they had already felt the pressure of a huge crotch. On my knees, I grabbed his big rod that sprung out of his lowered pants, and tasted his cock-head. A smell of fresh man-sweat; the tip of my nose sensed his pre-cum wetness. “Don’t make me cum so fast”, he pleaded. Standing up once again, I kissed him and turned him around. My hands grabbed his firm ass and opened his buttocks; my hard cock moved up and down, gently pressing against them. I heard him moan, softly. “Should I put a condom on?” I asked. “Not here man, I need to be comfortable, a bed; I am really close”.
“Will get you ready, then”, I said and on my knees, I went down on him, decisively. He pulled out and I held his dick with my hand. “Want me to cum on you?” he asked with fortitude, almost an order, catching his breath; I nodded in agreement.
He pointed his cockhead on my chest and unleashed his man-load on it. I could feel his tension, for his left hand held firmly my right arm, as I jerked off; my load all shot on the floor, big wads of cum.
He avoided small talk and left in a hurry. He had recognized me; he knew I knew who he was. He is a cop; we used to live in the same apartment building. It was a shame he did not want to talk a bit, for it was obvious he enjoyed being with me.
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