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One Year


The view from our hotel room in Manhattan.

My partner “Morgan” and I left Los Angeles yesterday bound for New York City, where I have a business event to attend tonight.

We didn’t check into our hotel room near Wall Street until two o’clock this morning but after taking a hot shower I was feeling horny. So before we dozed I started licking Morgan’s pinkish brown nipples. Then I moved down his body with my tongue, kissing his stomach, his thighs and finally taking his long, uncut dick in his mouth.

I felt it grow stiffer in my mouth. Mission accomplished. Aroused, Morgan rolled over and returned the favor, deep kissing me, licking my nipples and sucking my dick.

Playing footsie on our anniversary.

But I stopped the action, turned over and pulled the covers higher.

“Are you ready to go to sleep?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I have a long  day tomorrow.”

So Morgan held me from behind, spooning me.  A few minutes later he was softly snoring.

I did that on purpose. Sometimes it is hotter to extend foreplay. What we started at three a.m. we would finish a few hours later.

Six hours later we woke horny. I turned on my computer to check travel arrangements but after I got done Morgan told me to turn it off. He was walking around with a half hard dick so I knew what was up.

“I guess it’s my turn to get fucked,” Morgan said.

A few nights ago in Los Angeles I had played the bottom. Today I was going to top.

“Yep, you’re right,” I said. “I want some ass today.” 

Minutes later I was fucking Morgan from behind as we lay side by side, his ass hot and wet around my dick. While I fucked him he jerked his dick, the skin sliding back and forth over the purple head.

I reached up, grabbed the lube, put some on my hand, moved Morgan’s hand out the way, and starting jerking his dick while I pushed into him. Then I leaned over and licked his nipples at the same time.

Fast, slow. Slow fast. After awhile I pulled out, and started jerking my dick. A few seconds later I busted a good thick nut, my body convulsing.

Afterward we lay in bed. “You know today is our first anniversary,” Morgan said.

Oh shit, he was right. I knew it was coming but I was so jetlagged from flying from D.C. to L.A. to N.Y.C. the date had slipped my mind.

“Where’s my diamond engagement ring bitch?,” Morgan joked.

I chuckled. Sex and laughter is a good way to start our second year.

About immanuel22

Five years ago I was a married man who acted on a fantasy, tasted the forbidden fruit, and made a leap over the rainbow to the gay side. This is my continuing story.

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