The Guy With A Nice Ass free porn video
8/1/2013 (edited 4/21/2019)
Another night at the bar. Tonight, I couldn't help myself. Every time this guy walked past I would stare at his ass. I mean--it was round, it looked tight, and I was feeling a little buzz from my drinking so my inhibitions were practically nonexistent. Then there is that awkward moment when he walked back to his table of friends and looked at my reflection in the mirror that clearly showed that I had my eyes glued on his beautiful, round ass. I looked up into the mirror and saw that he caught me gawking and our eyes locked for that brief moment--busted! I swiveled back in my bar stool and faced the bartender for what seemed like an interminable moment; too fucking embarrassed by my obvious ogling. I finished my beer and stepped outside to have a cigarette. The breeze was hot and humid and since I was hot and horny it made me more uncomfortable. I cupped my hand around the match as I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. "Do you mind if I bum a cigarette?" I heard someone say as they walked up to me. It comes with the territory. Whenever you smoke someone is bound to walk up and ask. I was slightly annoyed but when I looked up it was him--the ass guy. I fumbled with the pack, tapped it and he took the proffered gift. He smiled and rested the unlit cig on his lower lip. It dangled there. I took a drag from mine before I handed it over for him to put the tip of my ember smoke-stick to the tip of his. He inhaled life into his cigarette. "Thanks," he said in a voice that startled because it was deep yet soft, like distant rumbling thunder. "I caught you staring at my ass." It was an obvious accusation that wasn't tinged with anger but more like bemusement. "I get that a lot." I shrugged. What could I say? Where was this leading? I continued to smoke in silence, refusing to be embarrassed any further. I was cool. Acted calm. Inside I was a whirlwind of horniness.
Blue-white smoke lingered above my head and dissipated only to be followed by small clouds that I exhaled and were lit by the neon that advertised the bar. "My name's Mark," I shook his extended hand. A nice tight grip from a strong calloused hand. "Lue'," I replied. "Louie?" He asked. "Close enough," not bothering to correct him. He then offered to take our drinking to his place if I'd be interested. I was.
His place was a typical apartment. Earth-tone furniture with white walls that made you feel that you were inside an ice box without it being cool. The refrigerator look. He walked to his kitchen and yes I looked at the movements of his ass while he went to get the beer. I think he knew I was staring. It was warm inside, but that only made the cold beer he offered more satisfying. He pulled off his shirt. "I'm hot," he said. I smiled not knowing how he meant it. I envied that he had hair on his chest that swirled around his nipples, covered his pecs and trailed down past his belly button leaving me to imagine the bush above his cock. Was his ass hairy too I wondered? My dick began to swell.
He talked about how he was curious and never had sex with another guy. I've never been the person to break someone in and this made me slightly nervous but added to my excitement. He talked and while he did he undressed me. He was taking the lead on this one. It's like I was in his dream and living his fantasy. I did not resist but did assist. Damn, I loved the dimples above his ass cheeks--those diacritical marks that are accents I find fucking erotic. He had peach-fuzz ass cheeks with dark curls of hair in his crack. My cock was like a massive NASA rocket pointing skyward toward the heavens; my ball sack resting on the edge of the sofa cushion. He knelt in front of me and my dick vanished inside his hot wet mouth. I appreciated the care he took not to scrap my cock with his teeth, something that comes to a man instinctively and women have to be trained not to do. He was good. My dick was being lubricated as he slobbered like a hungry k** sucking on a Popsicle. Then he stood up, turned around and positioned his ass above my cock. My mushroom cock-head kissed the snowflake butt hole and I helped by holding the base of my cock so that it would slowly inch it's way in. There was instant resistance. "Take deep breaths, relax," I encouraged. Damn it was tight, but then it happened. The penetration. My cock head disappeared and his butt cheeks tightened drawing my cock further in and making the sensation even more intense. He put his hands on top of my legs while I placed mine on his sides guiding him down moving deeper and deeper inside him. His hamstrings finally rested atop of my legs and my cock was completely engulfed. My dick brushed against his prostate and he whimpered in pleasure.
I ran my hands up his sides and over his chest, down his abdomen and across the tops of his legs. He bent down moving his torso closer to his knees then began to move away and then back into me. It was then that he started to move like a piston; slowly at first and then faster and faster. I leaned back against the sofa and let him move up and down on my cock as his balls were slapping against mine every time he backed into me. I was fucking that beautiful ass I had been admiring earlier that evening.
I fucked him standing up. I fucked him bending over the coffee table. My cock and his ass were one. If he was on his stomach I pummeled his tight ass. I fucked him while we rested on our sides. He made me lie on my back and spun around with my cock still in his ass while he faced me and then moved up and down on my cock. Then I sat up and force him to lie on his back missionary style and fucked him that way. A "V" as his legs were lifted up and I plunged into him. Then he moved his legs up over my shoulders and he bent them pulling me on top of him and I stared into his eyes as I leaned in to kiss him as I continued to fuck him. I fucked him for what seemed like hours. He would pull me in with his hands, or legs, or with his begging that pleaded for me to fuck him harder or to slow down. Sweat was glistening on our bodies. Droplets of sweat refracted rainbow prisms and the slapping of my flesh against his as my hips crashed against those cheeky cushions. "I'm cumming," I said through a grimace of pleasure. "Don't pull out he said." I increased my thrusts and he lay on his back his cock was as hard as mine, mine was inside him. He arched his back and pushed his ass up hard against my dick as he started to shoot pearly streams of cum over his hairy chest. My cock swelled and then I started to breed his hot, tight ass. We came in unison. I filled his ass while his cock drained cum over his face, chest and washboard abdomen. I'm not one to taste another man's cum, but this night I bent down and took the cum off his face with my lips and transferred it to his mouth while we kissed. We French kissed as our tongues swirled his cum in both our mouths. My dick was spent but still hard. I rested on top of him as he wrapped his legs around mine, put his arms around my back and hugged me. A physical embrace that said thank you in a way words could never do.
Another night at the bar. Tonight, I couldn't help myself. Every time this guy walked past I would stare at his ass. I mean--it was round, it looked tight, and I was feeling a little buzz from my drinking so my inhibitions were practically nonexistent. Then there is that awkward moment when he walked back to his table of friends and looked at my reflection in the mirror that clearly showed that I had my eyes glued on his beautiful, round ass. I looked up into the mirror and saw that he caught me gawking and our eyes locked for that brief moment--busted! I swiveled back in my bar stool and faced the bartender for what seemed like an interminable moment; too fucking embarrassed by my obvious ogling. I finished my beer and stepped outside to have a cigarette. The breeze was hot and humid and since I was hot and horny it made me more uncomfortable. I cupped my hand around the match as I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. "Do you mind if I bum a cigarette?" I heard someone say as they walked up to me. It comes with the territory. Whenever you smoke someone is bound to walk up and ask. I was slightly annoyed but when I looked up it was him--the ass guy. I fumbled with the pack, tapped it and he took the proffered gift. He smiled and rested the unlit cig on his lower lip. It dangled there. I took a drag from mine before I handed it over for him to put the tip of my ember smoke-stick to the tip of his. He inhaled life into his cigarette. "Thanks," he said in a voice that startled because it was deep yet soft, like distant rumbling thunder. "I caught you staring at my ass." It was an obvious accusation that wasn't tinged with anger but more like bemusement. "I get that a lot." I shrugged. What could I say? Where was this leading? I continued to smoke in silence, refusing to be embarrassed any further. I was cool. Acted calm. Inside I was a whirlwind of horniness.
Blue-white smoke lingered above my head and dissipated only to be followed by small clouds that I exhaled and were lit by the neon that advertised the bar. "My name's Mark," I shook his extended hand. A nice tight grip from a strong calloused hand. "Lue'," I replied. "Louie?" He asked. "Close enough," not bothering to correct him. He then offered to take our drinking to his place if I'd be interested. I was.
His place was a typical apartment. Earth-tone furniture with white walls that made you feel that you were inside an ice box without it being cool. The refrigerator look. He walked to his kitchen and yes I looked at the movements of his ass while he went to get the beer. I think he knew I was staring. It was warm inside, but that only made the cold beer he offered more satisfying. He pulled off his shirt. "I'm hot," he said. I smiled not knowing how he meant it. I envied that he had hair on his chest that swirled around his nipples, covered his pecs and trailed down past his belly button leaving me to imagine the bush above his cock. Was his ass hairy too I wondered? My dick began to swell.
He talked about how he was curious and never had sex with another guy. I've never been the person to break someone in and this made me slightly nervous but added to my excitement. He talked and while he did he undressed me. He was taking the lead on this one. It's like I was in his dream and living his fantasy. I did not resist but did assist. Damn, I loved the dimples above his ass cheeks--those diacritical marks that are accents I find fucking erotic. He had peach-fuzz ass cheeks with dark curls of hair in his crack. My cock was like a massive NASA rocket pointing skyward toward the heavens; my ball sack resting on the edge of the sofa cushion. He knelt in front of me and my dick vanished inside his hot wet mouth. I appreciated the care he took not to scrap my cock with his teeth, something that comes to a man instinctively and women have to be trained not to do. He was good. My dick was being lubricated as he slobbered like a hungry k** sucking on a Popsicle. Then he stood up, turned around and positioned his ass above my cock. My mushroom cock-head kissed the snowflake butt hole and I helped by holding the base of my cock so that it would slowly inch it's way in. There was instant resistance. "Take deep breaths, relax," I encouraged. Damn it was tight, but then it happened. The penetration. My cock head disappeared and his butt cheeks tightened drawing my cock further in and making the sensation even more intense. He put his hands on top of my legs while I placed mine on his sides guiding him down moving deeper and deeper inside him. His hamstrings finally rested atop of my legs and my cock was completely engulfed. My dick brushed against his prostate and he whimpered in pleasure.
I ran my hands up his sides and over his chest, down his abdomen and across the tops of his legs. He bent down moving his torso closer to his knees then began to move away and then back into me. It was then that he started to move like a piston; slowly at first and then faster and faster. I leaned back against the sofa and let him move up and down on my cock as his balls were slapping against mine every time he backed into me. I was fucking that beautiful ass I had been admiring earlier that evening.
I fucked him standing up. I fucked him bending over the coffee table. My cock and his ass were one. If he was on his stomach I pummeled his tight ass. I fucked him while we rested on our sides. He made me lie on my back and spun around with my cock still in his ass while he faced me and then moved up and down on my cock. Then I sat up and force him to lie on his back missionary style and fucked him that way. A "V" as his legs were lifted up and I plunged into him. Then he moved his legs up over my shoulders and he bent them pulling me on top of him and I stared into his eyes as I leaned in to kiss him as I continued to fuck him. I fucked him for what seemed like hours. He would pull me in with his hands, or legs, or with his begging that pleaded for me to fuck him harder or to slow down. Sweat was glistening on our bodies. Droplets of sweat refracted rainbow prisms and the slapping of my flesh against his as my hips crashed against those cheeky cushions. "I'm cumming," I said through a grimace of pleasure. "Don't pull out he said." I increased my thrusts and he lay on his back his cock was as hard as mine, mine was inside him. He arched his back and pushed his ass up hard against my dick as he started to shoot pearly streams of cum over his hairy chest. My cock swelled and then I started to breed his hot, tight ass. We came in unison. I filled his ass while his cock drained cum over his face, chest and washboard abdomen. I'm not one to taste another man's cum, but this night I bent down and took the cum off his face with my lips and transferred it to his mouth while we kissed. We French kissed as our tongues swirled his cum in both our mouths. My dick was spent but still hard. I rested on top of him as he wrapped his legs around mine, put his arms around my back and hugged me. A physical embrace that said thank you in a way words could never do.
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