Perpetual Motion Machine

Gabriel then drew his calves up under his thighs, keeping my pelvis between them. He reached behind him and found my cock, which was a little hard to miss, and then raised his hips up, with his weight on his knees, and just backed his asshole onto my cock.

Surprisingly, he had no problem at entry, even though I was quite large and thick, and I glided all the way in to the hilt. Then, he just started his hips in an undulating rhythm above me, stroking in and out above me, alternating with rotations of his hips, fucking himself on my throbbing cock. The sensation was phenomenal. I was mining him deep, and his ass canal walls, like his torso, were in perpetual motion, making love to my cock in wave after wave of caressing as it churned inside him.

I was loving this, but I wanted to still his body, to transfer his vigor and motion to me. I slowly rolled him so that he was belly down on the blanket, and I was covering him completely from above, my thighs holding his thighs close between them, my nipples gouging into his shoulder blades, my arms stretched on top of his, my fingers entwined with his, my pelvis churning around on his plump butt cheeks.

His torso quieted down, stopped its perpetual motion, but his hips were still in motion, a little elevated and rotating in countermotion to my downward stroking deep inside him with my pulsating cock. The blanket had bunched up so that our pelvises were directly atop the rich soil of the coastal hillside. Gabriel’s hard dick was stroking along the surface of the mossy grass, fucking the fertile earth of California.