Coffee, T, or Me

That figures, Eddie thought.

Twenty minutes later Amri was proving out his boast. He had his knees pushed under Eddie’s buttocks, with Eddie’s legs spread wide and bent, his feet on the surface of the bed for leverage as the two vigorously bounced their way to the wild movement of Amri’s cock inside Eddie’s passage. The Olympics had given Amri a high level of stamina; he could thrust for over a half hour at a time. And Eddie, a professional athlete, was fit enough to take it. The headboard was beating a tattoo against the wall; the springs were squeaking ominously. Both men were naked. Their intertwined, undulating, muscular bodies were perfection in motion.

They had stood inside the closed hotel room door, plastered to each other’s bodies, as they kissed and Amri slowly opened them both up, frotting their cocks together with one hand when he had them both exposed while he worked at disrobing them both with the other. After laying Eddie on the bed with his legs hooked over Amri’s shoulders, Amri planted the palm of a hand on Eddie’s sternum, letting him know in no uncertain terms that he was under Amri’s control on the bed, sucked him to an ejaculation, and then it was straight to the fuck. He laid Eddie flat out on the bed, nudged his knees under Eddie’s buttocks as Eddie reached over his head for the headboard to hold himself steady; fed a long, thick, black cock inside him; and went for broke in the pistoning department.

From the start, though, there were none of the other forms of gymnastics that Eddie had looked forward to. In the end, it was a straight vanilla missionary fuck.

Before the night was over, their relationship was established. When they were vertical, Amri was a servant to Eddie’s wishes. On the bed, Amri was the master. This mostly was to Eddie’s liking. Eddie had laid hints of wanting something more exotic and Amri had ignored them all. One thing that was missing was cruelty in bed. Eddie would have wished to have more of this than Ami was providing. He wanted to be manhandled. So far, Amri was too much the gentleman for him.