Heart Shaped Ass

He was tall. About 6'2". Long and lanky, but smooth and supple. I could tell he worked on his body, shaving it daily, staying lean from running or maybe he was just skinny by nature. His black shaggy mane of hair that mostly covered his eyes was pushed behind one ear. I drank in his features. As much as he tried to look menacing through the use of make-up and a stern demeanor, he was absolutely angelic. Short, pointy nose, a slender chin, sparkling green eyes. His cock was uncut and very long. It actually swung from side to side with the slightest movement from his body. My mouth watered at the sight. He turned around in the tub looking for the soap. I smiled at his back. His perfectly chiseled buttocks flexing as he altered his weight from one foot to the other. I couldn't take it anymore and had to have him.

Just as he was pulling close the shower curtain I reached out and grasped his hand. He looked at me a little startled and surprised. I let the towel around my waist drop and he saw my pulsing erection, voluminous amounts of precum leaking from the tip. My balls were swollen with seed. I hadn't came for almost a week due to stress and my work schedule. He sighed a little as he knew what I wanted. He wanted it, too. His BF (as it turned out his best friend and "buddy") and he were on the outs for one reason and another. Now anyone with half a brain knows that a twenty-three year old penis needs to be fed. Needs to be sucked on. Needs to be loved. A young scrotum has to be emptied of cum on a fairly regular basis, too. My own experiences have taught me that much.

I didn't care that my angel stank. That he needed to be fucked was my only concern. I kissed him deeply and the taste of cherry bubblegum came to mind. Seemed he wasn't as full on emo as I had at first thought. Not a total goth, anyway. His tongue danced in my mouth and he wrapped his slender arms tightly around my body. He moved one hand behind my head and pulled our lips even closer together.