It wasn't until recently where I've worked eating ass into the routine. Not because I wasn't interested, but more because the guys I played with weren't the type to prepare and it'd be hit or miss whether or not the act would yield favorable results. So I'm pretty inexperienced in this area, but luckily I have you bloggers out there to guide me.
The pilot was on layover, staying at a hotel by the airport, a pitstop directly on my route to work in the morning and he was quite clear that he wanted his ass eaten. I got the sense that it's something that he doesn't normally get at home. So when I arrived, he was on his belly, ass up, knees spread wide and low, hugging a pillow. His ass was full and fuzzy, wall-to-wall carpeting. I must have fallen face forward onto his mounds, feeling his fur dance across my cheek while I got undressed. Threw the shirt off before nose-diving into his crack. Mounds so full I had to spread them to gain access. And then I spent long minutes feasting on his hole. Broad long laps from his balls to the patch of dense fuzz just below his lower back. Twirl. Flick. Shaping my tongue like an arrow while I tongue fucked him, giving away to a relaxed tongue that just mashed the ooze I was salivating all over. Sucked on his hole until he puckered open and then chewed on his ass. Grazed my teeth on his hole before another, literal, nose dive. My nose was wiggling against his hole while my tongue was planted on his balls and that sensitive area where his balls stretched to his hole. Couldn't breathe. Pulled back and his hole winked at me. It tightened up when I blew cool air across it. Then I went in close, lips millimeters away from his hole. Licked my chops and just hovered. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it: the warm breath closing the short gap between us and causing his hole flowering open, complete opposite of the earlier cool air that I blew. Loud, deep moans booming from the chest of this big brawny guy. The pillow insufficient in muffling his cries.
After that, I didn't need anything else to work my meat inside him. He was a slippery mess back there. The extra ooze that my cock was producing was superfluous and his ass yielded to my hard cock like a hot knife through butter. I rammed him hard, causing ripples across his ass every time I hit home. No. Not ripples. Tsunamis. Repeatedly with each thrust adding more energy until I popped my load deep inside him.
To my delighted surprise, he moved to clean me off afterwards. God, I love a guy that can go ass to mouth. And as I luxuriated in feeling his velvet tongue across my cock, unsuccessfully willing my toes to stop curling, he shot a healthy load over his belly.
Kinda nice knowing my fresh load was going to be stowed in a cockpit travelling the globe.