#TGIFF! Welcome to week 6 of Peter and Liam's story "Falling Into Leaves: An Autumnal Gay Sex Story" Enjoy this week's story!
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“This is the last of it,” I say, placing the dirty dishes into the sink. I notice Peter’s wearing a pair of rubber gloves and an apron while he rinses the dishes before arranging them in the dishwasher. He looks so damn sexy in the apron. I bring myself behind him and kiss him on his neck.
“Watch it Liam, I’ve got a knife in my hand. And you know I startle easily.”
“Let’s see if you harden easily too.”
I reach around and feel for an erection. It’s there. I’m glad that I didn’t ruin things between us based on my poor first impression with his mother. That is, if an erect cock is a gauge on how he still feels about me.
“Let me finish cleaning up, Liam!”
“I won’t get in the way,” I say, as I unbutton and unzip his pants, pull them to the ground, and get on my knees so that my face is aligned with his beautiful, hard, plump ass. I knead it with his underwear still on; the other hand playing with his erection. Small moans escape Peter’s mouth and that’s all the incentive I need to yank his underwear down and press my tongue into his hole. A gasp and the sound of fallen cutlery follow. My hand is nearly stabbed by a stray knife but I don’t let that stop me. He tastes like the outdoors and it’s intoxicating. I sniff, I lick, and I tug on his cock. It keeps him quiet, besides the moaning, and I know he’s hooked. He holds onto the counter and pushes his ass into my face, forcing my tongue deeper into his hole. My erection is hard enough to break ceramic plates and it’s twitching for some action. I ignore it for the time being, knowing that the extra work I put into rimming Peter will pay off when I fuck him in the end.
“That’s the spot, Liam,” growls Peter. He’s moving his ass in tandem with the motions of my tongue, slapping his cheeks against my face. I’m transported to my fantasy land, a land filled with men’s asses crouched over my face, and Peter’s ass is the top prize.
A few more licks, a squeeze and a tug on his huge erection, and I’m ready to fuck. I use one hand to unbutton my pants and the other to play with his hole. The slick warmness that swallows my two fingers sends a flood of endorphins throughout my body in anticipation of that same feeling on my cock. I slide in a third finger and Peter howls, “Give me your cock!”
Who am I to deny such a request?
I spit into my hand, slick my cock, and push slowly allowing only the tip of my cock to squeeze through his tight entrance. A gasp escapes both of us and he uses one rubber-gloved hand to hold me back, telling me with his body to take it slow. I can. I will. I want this to last longer than Mexican food in my digestive tract.
With the tip of my cock held firmly in place, I kiss the back of his neck. He stretches backwards and our lips meet. I groan into his mouth as our tongues fight for a position down each other’s throats. The kissing distracts him and I push my cock a little further into his hole. It slides easily and I’m in deeper than I expected. Peter whimpers into my mouth and pulls me further inside by using his hand to push my ass and bridge the gap between us. Quickly, I’m balls deep inside him and I hold my cock still, granting him time to get accustomed to my girth.
Moans and whimpers are followed by a slow rocking rhythm of his ass against my cock. He’s ready to be fucked. I bend him over the counter, his ass beautifully exposed against the bright yellow apron, and I begin to fuck slowly with deep, long thrusts. He gasps when my cock is close to escape and he growls when it pushes against his sweet spot. We play this slow tango of ass and cock until he begs me to fuck him hard. So I fuck him hard. I fuck him deep. I jackhammer his hole and we’re both on the verge to orgasm.
“I’m close,” he growls. “Come with me!”
That’s all the incentive I need to give him one final thrust and my seed explodes deep inside him. I yelp my orgasm, sounding like a feral cat in heat – a complete contrast to his lion-like growls that escape with his semen which splatter the kitchen cabinets.
I drop my head onto his shoulders and he kisses the left temple of my head.
“Thank you. I needed that,” he tells me. I conjure enough energy to give him a smile.
“Am I forgiven for my poor display of manners with your mother today?”
“You had to ruin the moment by mentioning my mother. Get your cock out of my ass! I’ve got dishes to clean.”
“Don’t forget your crusty cum all over the kitchen cabinets.”

I kiss him once more on his cheek before I pop my deflating erection out his leaking ass and sashay my way out the room. “I’ll be taking a bath if you need me,” I tease.
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