Juan Gets Mace

Mace returned home to his family and to John for Thanksgiving. I stayed in San Diego, partying with Avery and Bruce Wednesday night, sleepwalking through dinner with my parents on Thursday, and returning to the prowl Friday night. Bruce was with his brother and sister, so Avery and I were stalking together. I quickly grew bored and decided I wanted Avery to fuck me. He was easy to convince.

We went to my place. We stripped as we made our way to my bed. I pulled Avery down on top of me and buried my tongue in his mouth. We made out hungrily as we ran our hands over each other’s body. He loved the hair on mine. I love the hairlessness of his. And the smooth, soft skin.

“Fuck me,” I insisted. Avery reached into my bedstand, pulled out a Magnum that I stocked mostly for these booty calls, opened it, and handed it to me. I rolled it onto Malabar and rolled onto my stomach. It was easier to accommodate Avery when he took me from behind.

Avery lubed me up and slowly pressed Malabar into me. I was needy, and I took him as easily as I ever had. Avery lowered himself onto me and took my hands in his. Avery liked to talk while he fucked, which I could have done without. His mouth was at my ear and he started the “yeah, take that big black cock”s and “oh, your ass feels so good around my big black cock”s as he drove over and over into me. He was rapacious.

As he almost always did, Avery hit my prostate, and I started to float away. While I floated, Mace took Avery’s place. Mace was fucking me, sweating on me, babbling in my ear, and sucking on my neck. I was lost in it. I vaguely felt Mace drive deep and grunt, pull out, roll me over, and finish me with his mouth. I cried out when I came, arching my back and filling Mace’s mouth and throat with my cum. I was soaked with sweat and delirious with happiness.