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  • The Exploration

    For the better (or worse) part of two years I had been part of a committee who, with almost fanatical determination had turned an ugly slice of city into a beautifully landscaped park. We had persevered, only been arrested twice, managed to scrounge up more money than we’d ever dreamed possible, and in general struck a blow for the little people. I liked to sit on one of the green benches in the evening and watch the fruits of my labors being enjoyed. Young people, old people, and some very tiny people on the playground. And, as of the past two weeks…him.

    He was probably my age. Professional. Dressed well, usually in three-piece-suits. Carried a briefcase. His thick blonde hair was a little long, but well cut. He walked in every night at about 6:00pm, stared off into space for a while, not looking like he was waiting for anyone, then got up and strolled away. He had no idea he was leaving me staring after him with hunger. I didn’t know what he’d do if he knew. I had no plans to tell him. It was enough to watch him and think thoughts. I saw him smile suddenly, and turned my head casually to see what he was smiling at. He was smiling at a local couple. A remarkable couple, who had been together for about 100 years or so, they always said laughing. Two little old men. As I turned my head back, my eyes met those of the blonde. For a second we exchanged looks of wistful, tender envy for the two old men, then smiled at each other. He got up and walked to me, his briefcase bumping against his knee, then dropped on the bench next to me. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘I’m starting to feel kinda weird, coming here every night to stare at you. I sit over there in this beautiful park with a hardon and wait for the cops to tap me on the shoulder. It’s giving me nightmares.’

    He wandered around my apartment, with his hands in his pockets as I threw stuff together for dinner. We had established that he was Michael and I was David. We were both 30, both gay, both well-adjusted to that fact, and both horny as hell. ‘I’m beginning to feel I couldn’t get fucked in a prison shower,’ he deadpanned at me. ‘You could in my shower,’ I fired back. That established, we relaxed and started in on the evening. Dinner was relaxed and fun. We watched a really bad porno flick together, holding hands, for heaven’s sake. As the credits ran, we turned, smiled at each other…and lost complete hormonal control.

    I swear, I tried to go easy on his clothes, but I basically ripped them off him. He was so hot and nasty he didn’t even try and save my clothes. His eyes had gone dark, his face flushed, his breathing hoarse and ragged…and his mouth suctioned to whatever part of my body was the closest. He tongued my mouth for a long time, then sucked a brand on my neck, turned both my nipples into red bullets, gave me a nice set of teeth marks down my side, flipped me over and chewed on my ass. I’d never been with anybody that turned on, and it was incredible. Finally, I managed to get a hand over his mouth and yank him onto his back. I mounted his upper thighs and stared down at the wild-eyed face struggling under my palm. ‘My turn,’ I growled, and lowered my mouth to his left nipple. I sucked hard, and he bucked and thrashed and poured precum from a cock that looked ready to explode. I worked on both nipples until they were wet, dark and huge, like little cocks sticking out from his chest.

    That made me remember something. I yanked Michael to his feet, dragged him into the bedroom, and basically tossed him over one shoulder onto the bed. He landed like a big cat, staring at me with gleaming, manic eyes. I opened a bottom drawer, and took out a box that had been left down there for a long time. I flipped the lid off with one finger, and scooped out two objects. I held them up. Nipple clamps. Michael’s eyes blazed as he stared at them and licked his lips.

    First I had to control my animal mate. I managed to get him flipped to his back, avoiding his hands and teeth, and got one wrist handcuffed to the headboard. Cuffing the other wrist was easier. He snarled at me, and began to spit obscenities, fighting against the cuffs as hard as he could. My balls felt like they’d explode. I sat on him, put a leather dog collar around his throat and attached a leash to it. I gave a warning tug on the leash. ‘Be good, pet,’ I said harshly. He lay still and glared at me. I licked and sucked his nipples, then put the clamp on the left one. He gasped, and his back arched. I clamped his right nipple, making sure they were both in the right place. He writhed on the bed in an orgy of sensory pleasure as I watched. I put another clamp on his scrotum and he went wild.

    It took me a minute to find the rest of the things I’d stashed away. He watched me, his entire body trembling. I put a thick studded leather collar around my own neck, and matching wristbands around my wrists. I stared at him hard, then stimulated my own nipples and clamped them. His eyes went wide, and he gasped at me. ‘Fuck me!’ he groaned. ‘Oh, shit, fuck me hard!’ I shook my head at him, and dumped a few items on the bed. A leather riding crop. A nasty looking 12′ dildo. Several lengths of strong leather cord.

    I looped one of the cords and put it around his right foot. I passed one end through the headboard and pulled steadily. His knee went up as his leg folded back. I tied that leg securely, then raised and tied the other. He was completely trussed, his sweet ass exposed for me. I picked up the riding crop and smacked it against my palm. Michael growled at me. I swung the riding crop against his ass. He howled, his back arching, his cock deepening in color to purple. I whipped both his ass cheeks evenly, then stopped because I was afraid he’d shoot his wad on the ceiling if I didn’t. ‘Fucking little whore,’ I whispered. ‘Fucking little whore. Think your little ass pussy can take this?’ I held up the dildo. The thing was huge, with bumps of different heights and thicknesses all over it. I rubbed it up and down the inside of his thighs to let him feel it. ‘Think so, my bitch? Think you can take this?’ He thought so. He begged for it.

    I got his ass ready with a couple of well-lubricated fingers, then used the riding crop on the inside of his thighs, smacking him a few times just to watch his cock twitch. Finally, I put the dildo against his hole and made him beg. When he’d begged himself into a helpless, horny frenzy, I worked the dildo in slowly. His eyes went huge. ‘Shit!’ he breathed. ‘Oh, fucking shit!’ He humped at the thing, trying to slam as much of it inside as he could. I stared down in disbelief as he shoved it deeper and deeper into his ass. I pulled it out a little, and he gasped, then humped his ass at it to take it back in. I slowly and methodically fucked his sweet ass with the vicious thing as he howled and poured precum. Just when I started to worry I was giving him too much, his back arched, his eyes rolled back in his head and he screamed. Cum shot out of his cock with incredible force. I’d never seen anybody cum like that, just stream after stream firing out as if from a hose. It eventually slowed to a dribble and his screams died away. He lay still with his eyes closed, gasping for breath. I withdrew the dildo as gently as possible and untied him. He twitched violently as I removed the nipple clamps, then drifted into sleep. I lay next to him, holding him, keeping him warm, thinking about how long it had been since I’d fucked like this and how much I’d missed it. Finally I fell asleep with my head on Michael’s shoulder.

    I very reluctantly left the hot, nasty dream I was having for consciousness, then snapped my eyes open and discovered why the dream had been so erotic. I was lying on the bed, my right wrist bound to my right ankle, my left wrist bound to my left ankle. I had a black leather dog collar around my neck. The leash was stretched taut down my body and wrapped a couple of times around my balls. Any movement or struggling on my part would not be wise. I stared at Michael. He stood at the foot of the bed, wearing leather collar, wristbands and belt, and snapping a riding crop against his palm. My cock got immediately hard, pulling against the leash, which hurt a little and made my rod even harder. He smiled at me, and the look was part wicked, part demanding and all horny.

    ‘Tell me you’re my pet,’ he said simply. I made a show of closing my mouth tightly and remaining silent. He lashed the hell out of my ass with the riding crop. I couldn’t fight, because that caused the leash to strangle my balls. I took it for as long as I could, then started to howl ‘I’m your pet! I’m your pet!’ Michael played with his pet. He sucked and pinched my nipples until I was gasping, then applied nipple clamps. He put clamps on my scrotum, then took clothespins and attached them to my ass. My body was in an orgy of pleasure/pain, my cock so hard and swollen I really thought it would burst. He lashed the inside of my thighs, and each twitching response my body made to the crop caused the leash to tighten on my balls, which in turn caused the scrotum clamps to pull. I submitted to it all, if you can call eagerly lusting after something submitting.

    Finally he picked up the vicious looking dildo and laid it on my stomach. I stared at it as he lubricated a finger and worked it into my ass. It seemed to be even more huge than it had been when I’d fucked Michael’s ass with it. I swear the damn thing looked as if it was pulsing. My ass took two, then three of Michael’s probing fingers, then he gave me a leer. ‘Time to play, pet,’ he said, and swung his body so that he mounted my mouth and lowered his cock. His shaft was stiffening again, and I opened my mouth greedily to take it. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, until his cock was good and hard, then I felt the dildo press against my asshole. He worked it in slowly, but it was all I could do not to scream. The fucking thing was huge, and the bumps stimulated my almost beyond endurance. I shifted my hips, which set off a chain reaction of pain involving leash and clamps that made me gasp. ‘Suck me,’ he ordered. I sucked as hard as I could, and he proceeded to fuck my ass, gently at first, then harder as my ass accepted it’s impalement. He lowered his mouth to my cock and nipped it, then sucked it hard. He did something to the leash so that every time he slid his lips all the way down it pulled at my balls. There was so damn much sensation in my body I thought I’d lose my mind. Michael started using his teeth, sliding them lightly up and down my shaft as the furious fucking of my ass with the dildo continued. The pet lost his tenuous grip on sanity. I exploded up to a level of sexual fulfillment I never dreamed existed.

    I came so long and so hard I thought I’d had a stroke. My head was splitting, and I wasn’t certain of anything except that the room was spinning and all feeling in my body had gone. Michael’s cock seemed to be hovering in mid-air in front of me and I watched it pump cum all over my chest. The cum was hot and soothing. He fell over in a heap, then managed to drag himself around to untie my wrists and ankles, which I had forgotten were still bound. He laid me out neatly, then cuddled against me. With the exception of the splitting headache that was the result of the largest orgasm I’d ever had, I was numb.

    Michael and I explore the far reaches of our sexuality together on a pretty regular basis now. We also spend every evening sitting quietly together on a bench in the park.

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  • The Dreams

    I woke up screaming from a nightmare. I dove for the lamp and clicked it on, sending vicious light lances into my eyes. Thankfully, the pain cleared my head. I sat and swore for a while, until the anger faded and I was left with an aching melancholia. I looked at the little red ‘1:45 AM’ on the clock, threw the blankets aside, got up and got dressed. That was it. No more trying to force myself to sleep and ending up in the hell of my imagination and memories. I went out, and walked. I lived in the center of a big city, and even at that hour there was a lot available to do. Should one desire to do any of it. All the sex screaming at me from all sides was for straight sex, which didn’t interest me. I went into an adult bookstore, wandered through the gay section, and discovered nothing in there interested me either. Shit, I thought to myself. You’re fucking hopeless. I found an open coffee shop and went in.

    The waitress was sitting down in a back booth having a break, so the cook came out to wait on me at the counter, wiping his hands on a towel. I just stared at him. Short jet-black hair, huge pin-you-to-the-wall brown eyes, face flushed pink from the heat of the kitchen, and a muscular body packed into a white T-shirt and faded jeans. ‘May I help you?’ he asked in a soft, intelligent voice. I thought of a thousand things he could do to help me, none of which were likely to be on the menu. Finally, I managed to croak out ‘Coffee’. He nodded politely, set me up with a cup and saucer, then swung the pot to fill me cup. I stared at the muscles in his arm. He had a very small rose tattoo on his forearm. I admired it a little too much, blushed, thanked him for the coffee and stared at his ass as he walked away. My cock ached and strained to get out of my pants to follow him.

    I watched him through the little window as he worked in the kitchen. Occasionally, he looked up and smiled at me. I tried not to sigh happily when he did that. I don’t think I succeeded. After who knows how long a time, another cook came bursting through the door. ‘Thanks, Recon,’ he gasped. ‘I really owe you.’

    My dark eyed fantasy merely nodded and smiled. He vanished for a minute, then came out to the counter wearing a battered denim jacket. He stopped in front of me and smiled gently. ‘There’s a film I want to see down the street. Would you like to come?’ I goggled at him, I know damn well I did, then nodded so happily my head nearly came off. We walked out into the night together. ‘Recon?’ I finally asked gently. ‘I was a Marine,’ he said, with a nostalgic pride. ‘Force Recon.’ Oh, I thought. ‘I’m a kind of a wussy accountant,’ I said stupidly. He threw his head back and laughed, a sound that came up from deep inside him. ‘Then I’ll protect you,’ he managed to gasp, wiping his eyes. I giggled. Never in my entire fucking life have I giggled, but I picked that moment to start. He stopped at a small art theater and bought two tickets. It was a beautifully filmed piece about the triumph of the love of…two men. I laughed, I cried, I tried very hard not to come in my pants when Recon laced his fingers through mine and held my hand.

    He walked around my apartment, admiring the architecture with a wineglass in his hand. I raided the kitchen, trying to throw together something halfway decent to eat. I assembled some things on a platter, put them on the coffee table, and sat. He came and sat beside me, put his wineglass down carefully, turned to me with smoldering eyes and rapid, shallow breaths, took me in my arms and kissed me. Hungry. That’s the only word for his kiss. One arm tightened around me, his other hand gripped my jaw as his mouth worked on mine, his tongue thrusting in deep, then flicking at mine to urge it into his mouth. His strength was very, very evident, and for one moment a thrill of fear went through me. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I’d be powerless to stop him. His hand slid down to gently close around my throat and the thrill increased. My cock hurt, it was so hard. I could hear myself making very unfamiliar sounds. Soft, helplessly aroused whimpers. His kiss became demanding and his hand slid down my chest. He began to unbutton my shirt, fingers moving carefully but rapidly. His mouth slid off mine and went to my throat, and his teeth gently nipped at me. ‘Jeff,’ he murmured. My back arched at this sound. A dark, possessive sound. His fingers found my right nipple, and he pinched and pulled at it. I felt it tighten and grow erect, and trembled for his mouth. He leaned down, flicked it with his tongue, then sucked it so hard my toes curled. I lay back and let him work my nipples until they twitched. His mouth slid down, and he tongue-fucked my navel. He braced a forearm against my chest, and one over my thighs as he stabbed his tongue into my navel, hard, fast and deep. I recognized it for the symbolic act that it was, and lay submissively and moaned. He undressed me carefully, openly smiling his approval at my body, occasionally flicking the burning eyes at me with an enigmatic smile.

    I sat naked, spread out on the couch, with him, fully clothed, kneeling between my knees, toying with my hard shaft with a gentle finger. He slide the tip up one side and down the other, gently encircling the tip, spreading my precum around. ‘Do you know what a ‘safe word’ is?’ he asked quietly. I blinked. The term was familiar, but not enough for me to place it. He smiled gently. ‘It’s the word you say when I go too far. Get carried away. Give you more than you want or can handle. You have the needs, and I will fulfill them. That’s what this is about. Fulfilled needs. All I want at this moment is to pleasure you the way you need it, in that silent place inside you. I will pleasure myself. But I will cause you no harm. Use this word when you want it to stop. Saying ‘stop’ will have no effect. The word ‘constellation’ will. Do you understand?’

    I didn’t have a clue as to what was happening to me, but I nodded. ‘Constellation,’ I repeated. He nodded, and stood. ‘Good, pet. Crawl on your hands and knees into the bedroom. Now.’ I got down on my hands and knees, feeling a little silly, until I saw the look on his face. He was burning with lust for me as he watched me. Something cracked open inside of me, and buried feelings fought their way to the surface. I crawled for him, my cock twitching and dripping precum all over the rug. When I knew he was staring at my ass, I wiggled it for him, and he gasped sharply.

    In the bedroom, he had me kneel, then sit back on my heels, knees spread, my hands behind my neck, my elbows out straight. ‘This is the position of submission,’ he said softly. ‘This demonstrates your complete submission to me. I do not like the words ‘master’ and ‘slave’. You are my pet, and I will address you by name. You will be allowed to address me by my name.’ He bent and stroked my cheek. ‘I will give you release, pet.’ He undressed calmly, staring at me, as I knelt before him, my pole hard and begging. He folded the covers back neatly on the bed, then searched my room. He collected a few ugly ties I had stuck in the back of the closet, a couple of my belts, and some things I had stuck in a drawer: tube of lubricant, a vibrator, and a large dildo. I trembled as he laid out his finds neatly on the bed. He vanished for a second, then came back with a bowl of water. He set it carefully down on the floor and looked at me. ‘This is a symbol of your submission to me, given freely. When we are together like this, you will drink only from the bowl. Drink now.’ I crawled forward on my hands and knees, lowered my face to the water and lapped it up. He crouched beside me and stroked my back as I slurped up the water. His touch was tender and loving. I trembled as I slurped up the water. I whimpered, and he murmured to me. ‘Hush, pet. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you release.’ I have never been as aroused as I was at that moment.

    He ordered me to crawl around the room and perform for him as he watched. I did so, breathless that he watched me. I glanced up at him once, and his eyes were locked on me, his cock swollen and thrusting. ‘Good pet,’ he murmured at me. He had me stop in the middle of the floor, lower my head and thrust up my ass. He knelt beside me, ran a hand over my ass, then spanked me. I flinched at first, as the repeated smacks of his hand were painful, but relaxed as the sensation changed. I felt the pain, but I also felt incredible arousal and an odd sense of relief. When he stopped, I sighed, and he rubbed his fingertips over my ass cheeks. ‘So warm and rosy,’ he whispered. ‘Lovely.’ The skin of my ass felt like silk as he rubbed it. He ordered me up onto the bed.

    I scrambled up, staying on my hands and knees. He tied my ankles together with one of the ties. The bonds were tight. He lay me on my back, then tied each arm to a corner of the bed. I stared up at his composed face. He left the room, and came back with a bowl of ice, a white candle and matches. He took an ice cube and rubbed it over my right nipple. I gasped, back arching and felt the nipple tighten to attention. He rubbed the ice in a figure 8, getting both nipples hard, sending melting ice water sliding all over me. It was torture, but I loved it. He was so calm about doing it. He slid ice over me until my entire chest and belly were cold and wet. Then he lit the white candle and held it over me, staring at the flame. I felt like part of some strange, pagan ritual and my balls tightened. He tilted the candle slightly, and I stared at the droplet of wax that formed at the side, hanging there briefly before it descended rapidly to hit my right nipple. I reacted with shock to the tiny, hot pain, then my entire being flushed with pleasure. The candle was so beautiful as it dropped its precum on me. He was so composed, smiling slightly in complete enjoyment of what he was doing to me. He continued to let drops of wax fall all over my chest and belly. I lurched each time a drop landed, groaning, then stared up at the flame lusting for more. The last drop landed in my belly button and I shrieked and rose up off the bed, struggling against my bonds. He calmed me by stroking my thigh, calling me his ‘good pet, his wonderful pet.’ I whimpered at him, and he shushed me gently.

    ‘The fist time, pet. Just the first time. There will be plenty of time for you to be trained to enjoy so many things. I will give you such incredible release, pet. I promise.’ He got the dildo, vibrator and the tube of jelly, then pushed my bound legs up. He worked the slick dildo into my ass. Incredible pleasure/pain, made a hundred times better by knowing his eyes were fastened on the phallus as it took me. ‘In and out,’ he said quietly, and fucked my ass hard with the dildo. ‘In and out.’ He rammed it in hard, his fist slamming into my ass with each down stroke. I was thinking about using the word when he stopped and carefully lowered my legs, leaving the dildo inside of me. My pucker felt stretched open, and I swear I could feel every inch of the thing inside me. He took the vibrator, coated it, then turned it on. He used the vibrator on my hard cock and balls, occasionally sticking it down between my legs to hold it against the end of the dildo. I lay, spasming helplessly, until I couldn’t take any more, and began to cum. My cock shot out long white streams that splattered all over my chest. When my head cleared, I looked at him. He sat quietly, smiling at me, his chest covered with his own cum. His cock had erupted just from causing and viewing my orgasm.

    I don’t have nightmares anymore. Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night, but its because he’s rubbing his hardon against me in his sleep.

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  • The Caribbean

    My friends were worried about me. Unfortunately, they were worried about me sitting across from me in my living room, both leaning forward intently, staring at me as if I was about to keel over in a death rattle of loneliness. And I wasn’t. Really. Sean and Cliff held hands, as usual, and leveled twin expressions of concern at me. ‘Gene,’ Sean said softly. ‘You do nothing but work, you haven’t dated in ages, you never take a vacation, you’re looking pale and sickly. How long will this continue?’ I opened my mouth and shut it again as Cliff started in. He had the same things to say, but said them with his own personality, which meant he called me an ‘fucking, work-a-holic masochist’ a few times, as well as some other choice and obscene phrases. They were quite a pair, and had been for 17 years, which meant that when they spoke, smart people listened. Sean fished an envelope out of his jacket and handed it to me. ‘We give you the Caribbean. Go find out what the Caribbean will give you.’

    Two weeks later I stood with my hands in my pockets staring out at the black water under the black sky, listening to the night tropical sounds and breathing the night tropical air. I had a mild buzz from the pretty but deadly fruit drink the brown-skinned hunk had served me with a wink. I recognized that odd feeling in my body as relaxation. Uncoiled muscles. Blank thoughts. I tried to think about my office, but all I could come up with was how much I hated the carpet. My cock got hard, and I had no idea why. I took my numbed brain, my relaxed muscles and my hard cock for a stroll down the beach.

    I don’t know how long I walked and really didn’t care. I felt as if I was floating along, and decided that when I couldn’t walk anymore, I’d just lay down in the sand and go to sleep. I followed the shoreline, I think, until I stumbled upon the most beautiful cove in all Creation. There was just enough moonlight to look at it and be awed. I stared down at the water in complete disbelief. ‘Phosphors,’ said a voice from behind me. ‘Glowing in the dark. Amazing, isn’t it?’ I nodded, unable to speak. The voice chuckled. ‘And,’ he continued, ‘the salt content of the water is so high, the buoyancy is incredible.’ I managed to tear my eyes away from the glowing water and locate the sound of the voice. He stood close to me, eyes fastened on the water. Large, deep eyes. High cheekbones. Unfashionably long, dark hair. Muscular body. Hard cock thrusting out the front of his bathing suit. He looked down at himself and smiled. ‘Always happens to me here,’ he said comfortably. He stripped off his suit and freed his long, thick cock. I couldn’t stop staring at it. Finally, I looked up to meet his eyes and mumbled an apology. He smiled, took my face in his gentle hands and kissed me. ‘I’ve never been here before,’ he whispered. ‘You gave me the hardon.’

    We were naked in the water, wrapped in each other’s arms, floating in that magic sea. Our tongues danced together and our hands slid over each other. It was like a dream, floating in that glowing water. The arousal was intense, but our movements were deliberately slow. Finally, I helped him float on his back, his erect cock standing up from his body. He looked like an artist’s depiction of a water god, the beautiful body surrounded by the glowing water, his arms moving lazily, a smile playing across his lips. I lowered my mouth almost reverently to his cock, and licked around the head. I savored his salty taste, my tongue sliding all over him, then finally closing my lips around him and taking him deep in my mouth. He made soft, helpless sounds that seemed to echo across the water. I turned as my mouth worked, sliding his body through the water. He tried to speak several times, each time incoherently. I knew what he was trying to say to me, so I continued my slow and intense pleasuring of his throbbing cock. I slid him closer to shore, knelt and balanced his back on my knee. He was losing control, the sensations too intense for him to bear much longer. I slid my tight lips up and down his shaft, one hand gently massaging his balls. He made one sharp gasp before his cock pumped cum into my mouth. Hot and salty. I swallowed all I could, greedily continuing to suck until he moaned with discomfort. I pulled him half out of the water, and lay next to him staring up at the sky.

    ‘Gene,’ he said, his voice cracking. ‘Yes, Michael?’ I responded comfortably. He rolled to me and put his head on my shoulder. There would be plenty of time to ask him why he cried. Right now, all I needed to do was hold him. He looked up at me, and I suddenly realized his eyes were green. His lips trembled as he smiled. I nodded and kissed his mouth gently. ‘You’re my first,’ he said with quiet dignity. I smiled at him reassuringly. He slid his mouth down my body, took a deep breath and closed his lips around the head of my cock. He examined me with his fingertips as his mouth slid up and down, gradually tightening around me and taking me deeper. I propped my head up on one arm so that I could watch him and stroked his hair with my other hand. He savored me for a long time, with slow, luxurious movements and a thoughtful expression on his face. I felt it change gradually…to the overwhelming hunger he’d kept too long contained. His mouth moved faster, his lips tighter, his tongue swirling up the shaft and over the head. His hand followed his mouth, the tight fingers gripped around me, pumping me hard. The other hand massaged my balls, the fingers occasionally straying down to probe the crack of my ass. He grunted, deep in his throat, sounds of pleasure and need. I was dimly aware that his eyes flew open, wide and astonished, as I came in his mouth. He sucked and swallowed, long past the point of comfort for me. I had to squeeze his shoulder to make him let go.

    We wandered back to the hotel, arms around each other, in a dreamy state. The magic of the cove stayed with us, pulling us into our own world. We talked, quietly but continuously, until we were together in my shower, washing the salt and sweat from our bodies. I liked the way his eyes glowed at me as he realized he was hungry. It was the same look in his eyes when he adjusted the radio to throb out an old blues tune. Everything excited him. When he looked at me, I realized that I excited him, and in many ways. He pulled me into his arms, moving his naked body against me, sighing softly. I slid my hands down to his firm ass and cupped his cheeks. I could feel his cock stiffen. He lowered his mouth to my neck and nibbled gently, then slid his tongue up to my ear. His breath was warm. I felt him hesitate, then he whispered ‘will you take my ass?’ I had to clear my throat twice before I could speak. ‘Yes,’ I said, my voice quivering. ‘I want you that way so much.’ As his cockhead slid against my stomach I felt his precum ooze.

    I laid him on the bed on his back, and got a tube of lubricant. I discreetly put it aside for a while, then laid next to him, kissing him and holding him. His lungs labored to drag in air and his eyes were wide. ‘Relax,’ I murmured, kissing his chest. ‘Relax.’ I moved my mouth and hands over him until I felt him start to uncoil, then slid my mouth over his hip to his thigh. I slid a pillow under his hips and pushed his knees up. His ass was beautiful, firm and tight, with a pale golden slash left by his bathing suit. I lowered my mouth and kissed his cheek gently. He made a small ‘oh!’ sound and pulled his knees up tighter. I kissed him all over, gradually changing to little nibbling licks that made him moan. He caught his breath every time I got near his crack, so I gently teased him, coming close then moving away. I had to keep reaching up to remove his hands from his cock. He was swollen and purple, the precum just pouring from the tip. Finally, I slid my tongue up his crack. He gasped, arching his back and trembling. I slid my tongue up and down, easing it between his cheeks, until I could feel it dragging back and forth over his hole. Michael began to twitch helplessly. I grinned against his ass, then took my thumbs and separated his cheeks. I admired the tight, pink pucker, then flicked it with my tongue. His body spasmed. I flicked again, and again all his muscles reacted. I kept it up until he calmed, lost in the pleasure, then thrust my tongue in hard. He reacted with shock, and his cock erupted in a volcano of cum. I continued to tongue-fuck his ass as he howled and sent long, white spurts into the air. He raised his head and stared at me, mouth working silently, then let his head drop back to the pillow. He was sound asleep in seconds. I crawled up next to him, kissed him tenderly and drifted to sleep listening to him breathe.

    When I awoke I was staring into bright green eyes alight with anticipation. I grinned at him, flipped him over and smacked his bottom lightly. ‘Mine,’ I said firmly. He wiggled. ‘Yes,’ he breathed. ‘Oh, please, yes.’ I pulled on his hips until he was on his hands and knees, then pressed his shoulders down. ‘Get your little tail into the air,’ I demanded, laughing. He not only got it in the air, I swear he was wagging it. I lubricated my index finger, spread his cheeks with the other hand, and rubbed his hole. He made ‘oh, oh, oh!’ sounds, his body trembling. I slid the fingertip in gently and he suddenly went silent. ‘Wow,’ he said finally. ‘Indeed,’ I murmured, and worked my finger all the way in. He thrust back at me, moaning. I finger fucked him as he humped at me, then slid in a second finger. He gasped but didn’t miss a beat of his hip thrusts. By now, my own cock was swollen and purple and leaking. I aimed the tube at it and squeezed, then grabbed it, pumped it a few times and rubbed it between his cheeks. ‘Shit!’ he yelped as I popped the head into him. I let him calm down, then slowly slid my cock into his incredibly tight ass. He gripped like a tiny round fist, and the pleasure was almost painful. I closed my eyes, held on to his hips and began to pump. He was immobile for a few strokes, then he found the rhythm and moved with me, shoving his ass back to meet me as I thrust forward. I went hard and deep and he loved it. The soft sound of my cock slipping into his ass was drowned out by his voice. ‘Fuck me!’ he yelled. ‘Oh, shit, fuck me good!’ I slammed my hips against him, feeling my balls ram into his. He lowered his head further and humped like a madman. I tightened my ass muscles and held on, trying to make it last for him. Finally, no power on earth could stop me from cumming, and I did, my body held still and rigid, my throbbing cock flooding his ass. The wet heat of my cum sent him over the edge, and he howled out his pleasure, pouring cum on the sheets then collapsing forward, dragging me with him. I eased my cock out reluctantly, and held him. He told me with his quiet dignity how incredible it was. Then I held him and he told me a lot of other things.

    Later, when we had moved temporarily to idle chatter, I asked him what made him come to the Caribbean. He smiled and said he’d been so depressed his friends had given him the trip as a gift. All I could do was lay there and laugh.

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  • T-Girl at the Bus Stop

    The radio was loud and the top was down when I first saw her.

    She looked so beautiful sitting there at the bus stop.I remember her legs, they were long and tan and clad in silky smooth thigh highs.

    Her skirt shifted when she crossed her legs and I could see the garters clinging to her tan skin. She turned her head and smiled at me while I waited for the light. Her eyes were so bright. I think they were green, maybe blue. Every movement she made seemed to beckon me. As if she was calling me to her.

    I couldn’t help but stare at her tits – they were fabulous. A car behind me honked. shattering my reverie. The light had been green and I didn’t even notice. She laughed at me; I couldn’t hear it but I had the strongest urge to.

    That was when I made my decision.

    I turned the wheel sharply and drove into the gas station just behind her. I turned off the engine and hopped out of my Mustang. I walked up behind her and leaned down. She still hadn’t noticed me ,I guess, so I whispered into her ear, ‘Need a ride?’

    She wasn’t even startled. She turned to me with her eyes sparkling and said ‘Sure, let’s go.’

    I didn’t expect that. I offered her my elbow and when she touched my arm it felt like electric sparks. My cock lifted it’s head in response and I mentally willed it down. She must have noticed though, because she licked her lips and grinned like an imp.

    ‘Where ya goin’?’ I asked her, tryin to shift the focus. She gave me a funny look and said ‘ Anywhere you are I guess.’

    We were at the car then, and I opened the door for her. She made an extra show of getting into the car and crossing her long legs. I slammed her door shut and got in on the other side. She pulled her hair up into this bun thing. I don’t know why but seeing her neck all white and graceful really turned me on. I cleared my throat and started the engine. It roared to life and she gave me a wicked smile.

    We sped off down the street. It was quiet for a few minutes and then I broke the silence. ‘I don’t have a destination in mind’ I told her almost nervously. She told me not to worry about it, just to keep driving.

    I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs. My dick was now raging in my underwear. She uncrossed them and said to me, ‘Do you like them?’ with a pointed look to the tent of my pants.

    I felt bold for some reason. ‘Yeah,’ I told her. ‘but I’d like them more wrapped around my head.’ She didn’t respond to that at all.

    We were driving a few more minutes when I felt her hand on my cock.

    I almost jumped out of my skin. She just smiled at me and told me to keep driving. It was like I was under her spell, she instructed me to unzip my pants and I did. Her hand was cool and soft against my hard cock. My hips moved up to give her access to my full 7 inches. I was trying to concentrate on driving but she was driving me crazy, her hand sliding up and down on my shaft.

    I turned onto a quieter street so I wouldn’t have to pay as much attention to the other drivers. I moved one of my hands to her thigh but she took it away. ‘No, don’t,’ she said. ‘not yet.’

    I didn’t know what she had planned but I didn’t want her to stop massaging my dick so I put my hand back on the steering wheel. Next thing I know, her red lips are encircling my cock. I almost slammed the brakes on, my legs went so stiff. She looked up at me with those glittering eyes and asked, ‘Does this feel good?’ I groaned and bit out ‘Oh yeah.’

    Her head went back down and I could feel her throat muscles tickling the tip of my rod as she deep throated me. She was the best head I ever got. She kept sucking for like ten minutes. All I could hear were her groans and slurping as she took my dick all the way down her throat. Her hands strayed downwards to play with my balls. I put one hand down her shirt and this time she didn’t stop me.

    Her tits were so firm and big. I was playing with her nipples when I felt them familiar tingle that I get when I’m about to cum. ‘I’m close’

    I barely managed to get those words out. She pulled off my cock with a pop. ‘Pull over,’ she said. ‘I want you in me.’

    I pulled over in front of someone’s house and pulled the handle on the seat to slide it all the way back. She left her skirt on, she just straddled me and moved forward towards me. She fed me one lucious tit with one hand and adjusted my dick with the other. It was then that I felt her cock against my stomach. I don’t how it was possible but I got ten times harder.

    There was not a chance to say anything. One minute I felt her pulsing rod there against me and the next minute I was sliding into her tight ass hole. She sat down on my pole and ground her hips down. I could feel her balls hit my thighs. I thrust upward into her ass and bit her nipple hard at the same time. She moaned and I grew another half inch.

    I was bucking against her now, her cock was rubbing between her stomach where she had lifted her shirt and mine. She was about 6 inches and hard as a rock. I reached down between us and rubbed the head with my fingertip while I fucked her against the steering wheel. She was wild. Bouncing up and down on my dick and moaning in this deep, throaty, sensual voice. I moved closer to her body to sandwich her dick between us and I drove up into her ass again and again.

    I felt her cumming a split second before me. The heat of her cock spurting against my stomach drove me over the edge. I pounded my way up into her as deep as I could and spilled my hot cum into her ass. Then she was kissing me, her tongue invading my mouth, her lips on mine. I felt my dick stir inside her again when I heard a honk.

    I pulled up my zipper and she pulled down her skirt and I took her to the bus stop.

  • Taking Care of My Body

    I ran every morning, rain or shine, aching muscles or no aching muscles, energy or no energy and I had begun to question my own sanity. I was in good health, reasonably fit and every damn morning I was out thudding up and down the street like some kind of obsessed locomotive, all in search of…something. I no longer knew what. Even the tight-assed young men running past me lost their ability to cheer me. That was scary. That had once been the best part of the run. Now they were an annoyance. I was never going to look like that, and had stopped giving a shit about it. A particularly fine specimen raced past, muscled legs carrying him easily, firm ass filling out his shorts, long hair flowing behind him. He flashed me a perfect smile, and I gave him a half-hearted one in return. I heard a snort from behind me. ‘Is it unhealthy how much I want to shoot that fucker?’ asked a voice.

    I slowed and turned. Behind me, leaning forward with his palms on his knees, gulping air into starved lungs, was a man my age, my general build, and blessings upon us both, my general attitude. I walked around him to cool down and grinned. ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘I started out wanting to just punch him in his capped teeth. Then it progressed rapidly through running him down with a car, a high-powered rifle, and finally a machete.’ He grinned and managed to straighten, wincing slightly. ‘Machete,’ he said. ‘I like your style.’ We stood there staring at each other, appreciating each other’s style, and there was a ‘click’ so loud I thought somebody had shot little Mr. Perfect Body.

    We ended up back in my kitchen with juice and bran muffins, bitching about how good health was going to be the death of us both. Layers kept peeling off. My first impression of him was intelligent eyes. I later discovered the damn things were green…emeralds full of fire. He looked like a nice person when he smiled, I thought at first. Then I realized his mouth was so sensuous I wanted no more out of life than to kiss him forever. He started out with brown hair. Then I realized it was thick, and soft and laced with gold threads that reflected the light. At first I had thought he was built just like me. Then I realized my body could not possibly be that hot and desirable. But…there was an enormous bulge in his running shorts, so there was something about me he liked. ‘Tub or shower?’ he asked suddenly. ‘Huh?’ I said stupidly. He stood up and stripped off his T-shirt and my fingertips went automatically to the hair on his chest. ‘Do you want to take a bath together,’ he said quietly, ‘or a shower?’

    The only two rooms in my house that I rained money on are the kitchen, and the bathroom. I have a very large, deep marble tub with all the bells and whistles, plenty big enough for two. Lush carpeting, and matching thick, rich towels. Lots of plants. Candles. A complete assortment of bath products, including a few that had to be kept discretely under the counter. He stood naked, idly stroking his hard cock, admiring the room. ‘Hedonist,’ he said smiling. I walked up behind him, put my hands on his waist and kissed his shoulders. ‘Oh,’ I said. ‘You have no idea.’ He turned in my arms. ‘Oh, yes,’ he said softly. ‘I do.’ That incredible mouth came down on mine and he took me with his tongue. It was everything I dreamed it would be, and his hand took my cock, this thumb rubbing my precum over the swollen head. We got into a steamy bath of oily bubbles without unlocking our mouths.

    He took a sponge and a cake of soap and began soaping my back, his arms wrapped around me, his tongue flicking over mine. He scrubbed my back with a loofa, then started in on my shoulders and arms. I sat, eyes half closed, and let him service me, feeling like a sultan. My hand slipped under the water, along his thigh and found his hard cock. I stroked him gently, listening to the sounds he made. I stroked him harder, and gradually the movements of his hands stopped. I opened my eyes to look at him. He sat, eyes closed, lips parted, head tossed back, letting the sensations wash over him. I pulled him into my lap, and continued to pump him. ‘Look,’ I whispered. He looked down at his rosy swollen cockhead peaking out of the creamy bubbles. We stared down together and watched him cum, spurting up stream after stream. He shuddered violently and fell forward against my chest.

    I washed him tenderly, letting his arousal build again. Finally, his hands became demanding as they touched me. I sat on the edge of the tub at his command, and his mouth fastened around my cock. He sucked gently at first as I washed his hair. After I had washed and rinsed and conditioned his hair, he wiggled his eyebrows at me and his mouth sucked harder, his fingers massaging bath oil into my balls. I leaned back on my hands and let him work. His mouth was incredible, giving and demanding, his fingers exploring me and somehow letting me know he appreciated what he found. I watched him and let the arousal build, which it did rather rapidly. It had been a longtime for me. I tried to tell him that, but he became distracted by the explosion of cum that filled his mouth. Wow, I thought, when I could think again.

    We scrubbed each other, then dried each other, all the while murmuring important, meaningless things. We went to bed, cuddling each other’s clean, soft body. He looked up at me and grew serious. ‘Have you ever had anal sex?’ he asked. I was a little startled by the question, and hoped it didn’t show. ‘Yes,’ I said calmly. ‘Giving or receiving?’ he asked next. ‘Both,’ I said. ‘How about you?’ He stared up at the ceiling. ‘I’ve only been actively gay for about two hours,’ he said quietly. ‘In my head, just about forever. But I’ve never been with a man before this.’

    Now, there’s probably something more powerful than realizing the man in your arms has never touched or been touched by any other man…but damned if I know what it is. I rolled on him, held his wrists down and took his mouth with mine. I felt an incredible swelling of lust and power, and was afraid I’d move too fast. I raised my head and looked at him. His eyes glittered and he smiled. ‘Yes,’ he breathed. ‘Oh, yes. Finally. Please.’ I kissed him again, thrusting my tongue deep in his mouth and he took it and sucked it. I gathered both his wrists in one hand, then let my free hand slide down to his chest to pinch his nipples. They were erect and sensitive. I kissed my way down his chest, then fastened my hungry mouth on his nipple and sucked. The more I sucked, the more aroused he became. I put one of his hands down on his chest so that he could pinch the nipple I’d gotten nice and hard while I worked on the other. I put his hand on it finally, and sat and watched him as he lay and pinched his nipples, looking at me with helpless longing.

    I rolled him over and kissed down his back, then took my tongue and slid it up the crack of his ass. He gasped and spread his legs. I caressed him with my fingertips as my tongue worked between his cheeks and touched his puckered hole. He let out a sound that was part pleasure, part shock. I pulled his cheeks apart with my fingers and buried my tongue in his ass. He rose up on his knees to let me go deeper with my tongue. I tongued him deep and hard, my fingertips making little circles on his ass. He tried to tell me to stop or he’d cum…but I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to cum just from the feeling of my tongue in his ass. I held his hips still as my mouth worked. Finally, he let out an incredible howl and his cock pumped cum all over the sheets. He went over sideways, pulled his knees up and stared at me. ‘Fuck,’ he said. I grinned. ‘Your wish is my command.’

    I had him stand with his palms on the dresser, feet spread and watch himself as I knelt behind him and began the slow, gentle lubrication of his ass. I tickled him with a slick finger, then slid it in, a little at a time, until he took it all. Then I started sliding it in and out of him, slowly, letting him get used to the sensations. He moaned happily, and started lightly stroking his awakening cock. The feeling of lust and power came back, and I put my mouth on his tender ass cheek and bit and sucked until I had left my brand. By the time I had marked his ass as mine, his cock was fully hard and his hole was easily taking two fingers. I stood behind him and oiled my cock as I stared at his eyes in the mirror. I kissed his shoulder. ‘You don’t have to do this,’ I said. He spoke with effort. ‘Damn it, I want you to fuck my ass so much. So fucking much.’ My cock twitched in my hand and I nearly lost it.

    I guided my swollen cockhead to his ass, worked it between his cheeks, and rubbed his hole. As he relaxed, I pushed harder and entered him. He gasped, then pushed back at me. I pushed on the middle of his back to bend him more and he raised his chin to watch his reflection as I started to pump. ‘You’re fucking my ass,’ he said with wonder. ‘Damn.’ To say that he adjusted rapidly to his new status in life is an understatement. He went from tones of wonder, to hot, nasty, demanding howls in seconds. I pumped his ass hard, my hands locked around his hips. He slammed his ass back each time to take me as deep as possible, both hands braced on the dresser for leverage. I gave it to him for as long as I could, but that tight ring sliding up and down my throbbing cock was so damn intense. What finally drove me over the edge (and nearly killed me!) was the sight of his cum spurting out to splatter against its own reflection on the mirror. My cock swelled, my balls tightened, and I flooded his ass. All I could do was hold onto him and convulse. I was dimly aware of sliding out of his ass as he turned in my arms, and then floating down to the carpet. He put a pillow under my head, dragged a blanket over us and cuddled against me.

    We run every morning, but more slowly and with a better attitude. All we’re doing is working up a nice sweat so we can get in either tub or shower and fuck our brains out.

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  • Swimming Holes

    Roger and I had been partners for a lot of years. We knew everything about each other. We were friends and lovers, as well as companion hunters for nubile young men with silky, firm asses. We kept each other out of trouble, for the most part.

    There is probably something worse than a car trip through Kentucky in the summer in a car with no air conditioning, but fuck if I know what it would be. It was our turn, though, so off we went, suffering like hell during the day, and fucking our brains out at the air-conditioned motel at night. This particular afternoon, when the temperature was hitting 100 and the humidity was, too, he pulled the car over under a stand of trees and ripped off his tie. ‘That’s fucking it,’ he snarled. ‘I’ve got to get out of this car. I have to piss, and I think I’m melting.’ I agreed and followed him into the cool of the shade. It was like a drug, so at first we didn’t realize what we heard. It was water. Rushing water. We followed the sound deeper into the trees ad found a stream rushing down to form a deep pool before it reemerged as a stream and went on it’s way. The air was almost cold in comparison to what we felt in the car. The air smelled clean. And swimming in the clear water were two of the most luscious boytoys I’d ever seen. Solid, muscular bodies, long blonde hair, big innocent eyes. Open faces with wide smiles. And…bare-assed naked.

    ‘Shut up,’ I said through my teeth to Roger, who needed to be put on a leash at these moments. He put on his best salesman’s smile, while I explained our business trip, the broken air-conditioner, the terrible heat, and the temptation of that lovely pool. And…why weren’t they in school? One of the boytoys grinned proudly. They had graduated from high school. ‘Touchdown,’ Roger murmured. Luscious #1 extended an invitation to join them, and Luscious #2 echoed him. I did my ‘just us guys down to the old swimmin’ hole’ number, and started to take off my clothes. Roger had a hardon already. I should stop here and explain about Roger’s body. He’s 6’3, 180 pounds of solid muscle. Not the mutant muscle of the body builder, just one hell of a strong guy. Skin like velvet. And, between his fine legs is the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen. A mutant cock. The cock that destroyed a city. I measured it hard at 11 3/4 inches. I measured it five times because I couldn’t believe it. The last two times I got 12 inches. It’s almost as thick as my wrist. Rosy pink, circumcised, with a huge head. I was always proud of my 8 inches, but next to Roger, I look young, but then, so does everybody else.

    He walked to the edge of the pond, his huge cock leading the way, and both beautiful, somewhat empty faces swiveled to him. They stared wide-eyed, then smiled slowly and licked their lips. ‘Two point conversion,’ Roger muttered at me. ‘We’re scoring.’ We dubbed them ‘Tom’ and ‘Huck’….and they had no idea why. They just gave us the pretty smiles. We swam and splashed, and swung out over the pool on the rope. We drifted into two couples. Roger got Tom, and I got Huck. Huck looked at me with big, adoring eyes, touching me ‘accidentally,’ making certain I saw his hard cock, climbing on my back to rub his hardon against me. I lay back and let him work. I saw Roger take Tom’s mouth with his tongue, and poor Huck looked lost and hurt. I pulled him close, kissed him gently…and the horny little bastard nearly drowned us both. He leaped at me, sucking my tongue out of my mouth, wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my head.

    I dragged him toward shallow water, then lay back as he dove under to suck my cock. I was drop-jawed, staring through the clear water at the perfect body suctioned to my cock like some kind of mermaid whore. ‘Hey, Roger,’ I said, gasping. ‘Are you seeing this?’ Roger saw, and so did Tom, who dove under to suck that monster cock. Roger nodded thoughtfully. ‘Now this is fucking impressive,’ he said. Periodically, both little suckfish would pop up for air, grin like idiots and dive back under. Roger and I just lay back and grooved on the cool air, the sunshine and those hungry, tight mouths. When I started to swell suddenly, Huck switched to his hand so that I could watch my cum bubble up like my cock was an underwater volcano. Huck moved his finger in circles so that the white streams swirled. ‘Damn,’ I said reverently, watching this. Judging from the expression on Roger’s face, Tom knew the bit and was performing well.

    My cock stayed hard and happy, and I hauled my little suckfish above water. I kissed him, lifted him in my arms, and carried him to the bank. I laid him down, still sucking his tongue, then moved on to his nipples. He writhed like a mad thing, whimpering ‘suck me!’ over and over…and over. I rolled him to his side and spanked his wiggly ass, causing him to howl ‘yes! yes! yes!’ and shoot his cum all over me. I made him lick it all off.

    Tom had watched the spanking with lust, and Roger, always kind, flipped him over and wailed his tight, perfect ass. Tom had a speech, too, screaming ‘I’m a bad boy!’ repeatedly. The ‘bad boy’ clenched his sweet cheeks together and held on for as long as he could, then shot his load into the pond. His ass was rosy pink, his swollen cock never lost its hardon, and his face looked drunk with pleasure. Roger flipped him onto his back, held his arms down, and told the ‘bad boy’ of the fucking and sucking he was going to get as punishment. I swear the kid’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

    Huck started to wiggle against me, ready for more. I made him stand , put his hands behind his back and beg me to suck his cock and make him cum. He begged, he pleaded, he promised to be my slave for life, he told me he’d do anything I wanted, anything at all if I’d take the ache and swallow it. He whipped himself into a precum leaking frenzy. Finally, I bent forward, called him my cuntwhore, and sucked his cock hard. Three sucks later, he was firing cum into my mouth like he had a pump in his balls. His knees buckled and his cute little ass made a depression in the mud. The explosion had blown some circuits, so I cuddled him close and watched Roger play with his toy.

    Roger was on his back, with Tom’s cock in his mouth. The kid did his damnedest to suck that huge cock. Tom at one point paused and looked under himself at his cock in Roger’s mouth. Way in Roger’s mouth. ‘It’s fine,’ I said. ‘He can take it all the way down his throat. He likes it. Just use his mouth for a fuckhole. Really pump it in.’ Tom’s eyes glazed at that, but he obeyed and fucked the hell out of Roger’s hungry mouth. He got Roger’s cockhead in his own mouth, and used both hands to pump the shaft. Roger brought his strong hands up and applied them to Tom’s ass, massaging, squeezing and pulling the cheeks apart. Tom hung on to Roger’s big cock with both hands and started to howl ‘I’m a bad boy!’ again. Then Roger’s throat started to move as he swallowed Tom’s cum. The kid throbbed and howled and gave Roger all the cum he could want.

    We put Tom and Huck down for a little nap on the grass, while we slipped into our pants and went back to the car for some supplies. We sat around for a while, talking, until signs of life returned to our fucktoys. They both wanted kisses, and we obliged. Then I put Huck on his hands and knees. Tom curled up with Roger to watch.

    Huck’s little pink hole was tight. I used plenty of lubrication, and slid my finger in gently. He opened gradually, relaxing, and eventually taking two fingers. I finger fucked his happy ass, as he began to moan ‘shit, do it!’ over and over. I spread gel all over my cock and placed the head against his hole. I rubbed it around, then thrust it in suddenly, pushing it deep. Somehow, that fist stab caused me to grow a new personality, and I raped my little fucktoy hard. Huck howled, instinctively switching on his helpless virgin number, and I saw Roger grinning out of the corner of my eye. ‘You love it, you fucking whorecunt!’ I yelled. ‘Your little ass loves a big, hard cock slamming in it! Tell me you’re my bitch! Tell me you’re my bitch!’ Huck said something that might have been ‘No, no, stop, I’m not like that, THIS IS FUCKING GREAT, I’m your bitch, I’m your bitch, I’M YOUR BITCH, shit, this is good, no, stop, help, HELP, NO, fuck me, fuck me, cum in my ass, cum all the way up my fucking ass, pound it deep, shit, THIS IS FUCKING GREAT!!!!’ It was probably the longest speech of his life, and I had probably the longest orgasm of my life during it. I couldn’t believe the amount of cum I poured up his sweet, tight ass. He overflowed, and that was the sensation that ripped the lid off for Huck. He howled ‘I’M FUCKING CUMMING ALL OVER!!!’ Tom shot forward and got a hand under him and caught the hard pulses as they shot from Huck’s throbbing cock. He got himself a nice handful, which he immediately rubbed all over his cock and balls. Huck went down and out, curled up and began to breath deeply and regularly. I cuddled up against him, waited until the world stopped spinning, and watched Roger get Tom ready to have his ass fucked by that huge pole.

    First, Tom got a nice ‘bad boy’ spanking to get him hot and nasty. Then Roger had him beg to be butt-fucked which turned him on even more. Tom also started a running monologue, mostly ‘I’m a bad boy, fuck my ass’ repeated over and over. Roger slid a well lubricated finger into Tom’s ass, testing it, then finger fucking it as he took a handful of gel and stroked his own cock. Nobody could take Roger’s huge cock up their ass from start to finish. Not even me. He used his hand to give himself a nice head start. Tom had two hard fingers pumping into his ass, and Roger’s cock was starting to ooze. Roger removed the fingers, and lined up his huge, swollen, dark cockhead against the tiny pink hole. He eased it in gently, and Tom’s monologue switched off. ‘Shit,’ he breathed instead. ‘Fucker’s huge.’ Roger pumped slowly and gently, holding on to Tom’s hips.

    Roger looked at me and swallowed. ‘Tightest…fucking…hole…ever,’ he said with difficulty. I looked at the thick, dark THING sliding between the white cheeks. ‘Sure,’ I said cheerfully. ‘It was.’ I got up and knelt behind Roger and held him still. ‘C’mon, slave,’ I said to Tom. ‘Do the work. Shove that hot ass back at him and take it in.’ Tom set his own pace, thrusting back and pulling forward, making Roger’s thick pole slide in and out of his ass. I sucked on Roger’s tongue, then licked a finger and slid it up his ass. I held him still and finger fucked his ass as Tom worked up a faster rhythm. Roger went rigid and pumped that perfect young ass full of cum. It overflowed, creaming out around the impaled hole and pouring down. Tom used his hand to jack himself off, then pitched forward on his face, sliding off Roger’s creamy, still hard cock. We looked at our two sleeping boytoys and grinned at each other. ‘Youth,’ Roger said, laughing, and reached for my cock.

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  • Stripper Surprise

    I was a call girl, a hooker, a lady of the night.

    I was very expensive, and you didn’t just get sex from me, you got company,a massage, whatever made you feel good. Sometimes my clients even became friends.

    Well, I had a client called Todd. Todd was a very Noo Yawk kind of guy. He had lots of celebrity friends and lived in a condo in Beverly Hills. And I always liked hanging out with him. He was a nice person, a good lay, and he was fun to be with.

    One night, I was hanging out with Todd. He had another working girl sent over, one he didn’t know that well. Then he told me he had a surprise for me. The doorbell rang, and he let in this beautiful girl.

    She was tall and obviously at least part Asian.

    She was dressed in an outfit straight out of Fredricks – clingy, short and yummy!

    It clung to her slender curves like it was painted on. Her nipples pointed through it. She wore these tall sexy high heels, her dark red hair was long and wavy. Her lips were full and she had high cheekbones.

    ‘Courtney’ Todd said, using my working name ‘meet Teri’.

    And he went into the bedroom with the other girl leaving me with this vision.

    ‘Todd told me about you’ Teri said in a husky voice.

    ‘He told me you like girls stripping’.

    And with that, Todd must’ve turned on music, ’cause here was the most beautiful girl in the world, dancing and gyrating for me.

    She gave me the sexiest smile, and I melted as she looked deep into my eyes, opening the tiny buttons holding the dress taut across her bosom. She kept looking at me and moving her hips as she pulled the dress off. She was wearing at-back and a bra – definitely professional stripper-wear.

    She took off the bra slowly, rubbing her perfect breasts and pushing them together. Yes, she had had a boob job, and no,I didn’t care. It was very well done – the shape of her tasty titties was perfect.

    When she exposed the nipples for me, I was getting pretty excited. They were pink and hard and small, and I wanted them – me, a pro hooker! But I just watched and waited as she pinched them and squeezed them and shook her boobs and …

    She was great! She stroked her inner thighs,parted her legs standing high on her heels, arched her back. I have never before or since seen a woman move and tease like she did. She stood with her back to me, her taut buttocks hard and firm, very rounded. Her hips were wide and flaring, and very feminine.

    And then, finally, when my hormones were running,she took off her t-back.

    She had the prettiest cock you ever saw! It wasn’t enormous, but it was a perfect shape and color. I’ve seen a lot of cocks, and many of them aren’t very attractive. But hers was nice, a very feminine cock – not that that makes any sense, but it was. And I have no idea how she hid it in that t-back!

  • Solid Crystal Fuck

    We’d been together for 10 years, you’d think he’d know me by now. However, I found out to my considerable surprise, and frankly, irritation, that he was clueless. Completely clueless. He accused me of everything from lack of love to infidelity before he pitched a vase at my head and stalked out. I sat down heavily on the couch. I’d had the 27th shitty overtime day at work in a row, my lover had lost his mind, and there were shards of Baccarat crystal all over the floor. I pulled the brandy toward me and started to nurse.

    He still hadn’t come home by the time I had to leave for the airport for a business trip the next day. It pissed me off and scared me, but all I could do was write and tear up several notes, then finally leave him one that covered all the ‘I’m scared/pissed/sorry/in love with your stupid ass’ bases. I left for the airport, got stuck in traffic, barely made my flight, which was awful, checked into a shit hotel, went to a shit meeting, and came back to the hotel and dove into the bar for a drink. This was not ‘Happy Hour’ by any interpretation of the name. There was only one man at the bar, a very good looking guy nursing a beer. I slid onto the stool next to him and nodded at him. He nodded back and stuck out his hand. ‘Kevin,’ he said, his voice deep and rich. I shook the hand and said ‘Lee.’

    We sat in silence for a time, then Kevin turned to me and said ‘would you like to get a booth?’ I said sure, grabbed a bowl of peanuts and my drink and followed him back into the dark corner. We chatted about the news, sports, the weather, my shit job, all sorts of things. I kept watching him lick the foam off his lips. I also watched his pink tongue flick out for a peanut. I started to think about that soft mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me, and soon that was all I could think about. The cute little boytoy waiter wiggled his way over and got us fresh drinks. Kevin looked him up and down and smiled slightly. Ah…I thought.

    I turned in the booth, putting one knee up, so that I could look at him better…and he might look down and see the bulge in my pants. His smile traveled down my body and he saw. He also scooted over next to me and slid his right hand along my thigh up to my hard cock and gripped it. I just sat and looked at him as he stared down at his hand. He was intent on what he was doing, completely absorbed in the movement of his hand and the response of my body. It had been a long time, and I hurt. I was shaking rapidly, and tried to speak. Finally, I managed to say ‘I’m going to cum’ with as much dignity as I could manage. He looked up at me, his eyes glittering. ‘Yes, you are,’ he said softly. I slapped a hand over my mouth just in time. A half second later I was convulsing, cumming in my pants. He just smiled and drank his beer.

    He paid the check, because I could barely walk. By the time we got to the elevator, I was revived a little. I had him half stripped during the ride up to my floor, putting him against the wall and taking his mouth with my tongue. I pulled him out when the door opened, and he walked down the hall clutching at his open pants, a constant and rather loud monoglogue flowing from him. ‘I want you to suck my cock,’ he said. ‘I want to suck your cock. I want us to suck each other’s cocks. I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to fuck it hard, hard and deep, until you flood me with your cum.’ I managed to get the door unlocked and kick it open, just as Kevin stripped off every stictch of clothing he had one. I shoved my hot naked companion into the room as fast as I could.

    He shoved me hard and I landed on my back on the bed. He climbed astride me, and grinned down at me. He started to stroke his cock, a wicked grin on his face. ‘Want some?’ he asked. I wanted some more than I’d ever wanted anything. He grinned, shook his head at my attempt to move, then climbed up me to put his cock in my mouth. I raised my hands to cradle his ass as he fucked my mouth. I raised my eeys to look at him. He crouched over my face, eyes closed, smiling, fucking my mouth hard. He was careful, but I still had to relax my throat to take him. He was goiing deep, and it was heaven. He fucked my face until I couldn’t take anymore. Just when I thought I’d have to tell him to stop, he went rigid and started to spurt. He shot in my mouth with complete abandon…no warning, flooding me, taking for granted that I’d swallow his cum. He was right. I sucked it down.

    I had some leftover wine, and I poured us some. He took it, toasted me, then walked out onto the balcony, still naked. I couldn’t get over his complete immersion in his sexuallity. He was in ‘fuck’ mode, and he didn’t give too much of a shit who knew. I needed a shower, and Kevin automatically got in with me. He pampered me, washing my hair, scrubbing my body, soaping my cock until I was hard again. The monologue atarted again as he soaped my cock. He wanted to suck me, he wanted me to slam my big cock up his ass, over and over again, pumping my cum into him until I flooded him. I was so hot and horny I was shaking. I managed to get us both rinsed off and one or two body parts dried and dragged him towards the bed. I got halfway, when he stopped, looked me straight in the eye and said ‘get on your knees and service me, whore.’

    The whore hit his knees. I sucked him so fucking hard, my hands planted on his ass, dragging his hips toward my hungry mouth. He called me every name he could thinkf of, starting with whore and going through bitch, slut and cunt, and ending up with creative combinations. My balls hurt and my cock oozed and I wanted to be his slave forever. His cock didn’t want to wait a second longer. He demanded, in a voice that must have carried out the balcony and down to the pool ‘Swallow it, you fucking bitch/whore/cunt/slave.’ Uh…ok, I thought, and swallowed his gushing cum as fast as I could.

    As I stood, my brain reeling, licking my lips, Kevin flipped the magic switch in his head and turned into my completely submissive love slave, going flat on the floor to lick and suck my toes, then licking his way up my body, avoiding my cock. He nipped and sucked at me as I stood with my hands at my side, getting one of those incredible ‘I can do anything I want to you right now’ head rushes. He fastened his mouth on my nipple and sucked, putting his hands behind his back. When he had both nipples painfully erect, he stood close to me, hands still behind his back, and put his mouth against my ear. He begged me to fuck his ass until he screamed for mercy. The room swam before my eyes for a few seconds.

    Uh…somehow he ended up on his knees, shoulders down against the bed, hands still behind his back, luscious ass in the air…with my slippery index finger pounding in his tight hole. I mean ‘pounding,’ too. I took his asshole like it was my own little toy. And it was my own little toy. Two fingers, poking him relentlessly. Then I made him beg to be used. Shit…. He begged me to do things to him that were physically impossible and generally unwise. (Fucking his ass with the base of the table lamp was my favorite.) I teased him with the head of my cock until I couldn’t stand it anymore myself…then thrust it in. He screamed like he’d just been mounted by a stallion.

    Well, well, I thought to myself as I pounded my hips against his ass. I have the largest cock in the entire fucking world. The world’s largest fucking cock, and I’m pounding it into a very small tight asshole. My sweet little fucktoy is taking every solid inch. I managed to keep my cum in for a few minutes of savaging his hot hole, then I started to gush. And gush…and gush. I flooded his ass, and I ended up being the one screaming for mercy.

    I collapsed on him, pulled him close, and got one arm mobile enough to pull the blanket over us both. We lay together in silence for a time. ‘I’m sorry I threw the vase,’ he said finally, in a small quiet voice. I nuzzled him. ‘It’s just a damn vase, Kevin,’ I said. ‘Everything will be fine. Small price to pay for such an incredible fuck.’ I nuzzled him again, and thought about how much I loved him.

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  • Slave Domination

    When I first got onto the internet I spent a fair amount of time in chat rooms, being fascinated with the technology and of course the various possibilities out there. One night in the local chatroom I met up with this guy who was looking for someone to dominate him. He had a couple of pictures on his profile that showed a young asian guy in his early twenties taking a dildo up his ass in a couple of hot positions, mostly on his knees. He looked like he had a nice smooth ass.

    I was pretty turned on by this, and we started to heat the conversation up. I asked him about the dildos, and he didn’t say much at first, but when it became clear we might get together, I got it out of him. He had a couple of them, one larger than the other, and he would let me put them up his ass, but not when we first met. This was turning me on, and I was pretty strict with him about this. He was ready to listen to me as his top and master at this point, and I managed to convince him to bring them when we first met only by pulling rank on him. After a little hesitance on his part he agreed.

    The interplay between us was hot in the chat, and we set up a meeting in the local cruise park, since neither of us had a place to go. I met him there the next night, and he was a nice looking guy, with a shaved head and a tattoo of a dragon on his ass. I had seen it in the pictures, and as soon as we got into the private part of the bushes I told him I wanted to see it. He took his pants down, and I saw it there on his smooth ass. I reached out and ran my hand over it.

    He was looking up at me, and in the darkness I could see the whites of his eyes there. I put my hand on his jaw, and told him to take off his clothes. It was early fall, and although it was a cool night, it wasn’t so cold as to make him uncomfortable for too long, especially since I had plans to warm him up pretty quick.

    He stripped himself down, and then I told him to bend over. I got down on my knees behind him and explored his ass slowly with my fingers. It was smooth and hairless, and he trembled slightly at the touch. I stood up straight and then undid my own pants, taking my penis out. It was hard, and I pointed it towards him.

    ‘Meet my cock’, I said, ‘you’re going to answer to it tonight, bitch.’ He shuddered, and I reached around to underneath him. His penis was quite small, but it was completely hard. There was precum drooling out of it, and so I told him not to touch it unless I told him he could. He nodded his understanding, still bent over in front of me.

    I pried his mouth open gently with my hand, he yielded quickly to my wishes, and put my hard cock inside there. He felt so warm and soft, and he moaned uncontrollably as he began to suck on it. His tongue worked it expertly, exploring almost greedily, and he took it all inside him with a proprietal air. It was clear this was how he liked it to be.

    I balanced myself against him, letting him take all of it, and pleased at what had gone down so far. This was where I wanted to be at the moment. I kept him sucking me for a while, and he never slackened in enthusiasm or vigour at any time. His hands rested on his knees, and I reached forward and stroked his ass.

    Pulling my penis out of his mouth, I checked his reaction to stand, with a firm hand on the back of his neck. He had agreed before we met to obey my instruction and I hadn’t let him stand up. He moaned again at being stopped and reminded of this, as if it really turned him on. After leaving him down there for a couple of minutes I walked behind him and then told him he could stand.

    He did, and to his credit he didn’t turn around. I stood there behind him admiring his ass. This was what I wanted, and he knew it. He moved his legs slightly so that his hips were thrust that much farther out towards me. This was turning me on, the fact that he wanted me to see what he had to offer.

    I got down, and examined his ass more closely. It was shaved smooth, though I doubt there was much there in the way of hair to start with. I pushed my fingers against his anus, and he sighed. My tongue was soon exploring him also, and he loved that, as did I. He pushed back against me with hise body weight, and my face buried as far as possible in his sweet ass.

    I licked him for quite a while, enjoying every last moment of it, and oblivious to the outside world. There was only this and that was all. At length I stood up and pushed a couple of fingers from one hand up inside him, and with the other touched his shoulders in such a way as to indicate to him I wanted him to bend over. He did so intuitively, which was nice, and rewarded him by probing more deeply into his ass. His legs spread farther apart, and I could feel the tightness of his ass relax somewhat. He was doing all he could to accomodate my desires.

    I told him in a quiet voice to turn and look at me. Since I was kneeling to one side of him at this point he was able to do so, and when I had held his gaze for a few moments I told him that ‘I own your ass right now, bitch’. He told me he thought that was ‘really hot’, and spread his legs a bit farther open for me to play with his anus. I continued to probe him, and to make him spread his legs a little wider still for me. I wanted to fuck him with a dildo, since that was what had turned me on in the first place.

    It wasn’t so much the physical sensation of fucking I was after tonight, but rather to enjoy watching him savouring the humiliation of getting dominated and fucked. I wanted to hear him admit that was what he wanted, and to tell me he was a little bitch. With my fingers still up his ass I reached under the pile of his clothes for his bag, and soon found the dildo and some lubricant. It was black and of a fair size. I lubed it up, and his waiting hole as well. He wasn’t expecting it, so I shoved the dildo into his mouth, holding it open by the jaw as I did so. He moaned, and sucked the hard rubber penis as I instructed him to do.

    After a while of watching his face looking back at me with the dildo stuck into his mouth, I pulled it out and pushed it up against his waiting ass. I could feel his legs trembling under him, and he was of course still bent over. I wanted to keep him in this position since it made him appear more submissive to me, and that of course was just what he wanted to feel like.

    I slid the dildo up his ass, which was able to take it quite well. It was so hot to be fucking him this way, and to have him completely naked there before me, ready to do my bidding while I was mostly dressed, with just my cock exposed. I knelt behind him and started to fuck him harder with the dildo. He moaned softly, and I knew I was on the right track. Once I put my hand close to his small penis and felt precum dripping out of it in great quantity. I spread his ass open wider, and fucked him faster.

    At one point I let him stand up, and told him to hold the dildo in his ass. He tried to do so, but it kept slipping, so I kept my hand on it. I wanted to look right in his face and make him admit he wanted to be my little bitch. At first he hesitated a bit, but then he told me he was a ‘bitch’. I started to fuck him again with the dildo while he stood there in front of me, and kept my face really close to his own in order to see every detail of his reaction in the darkness.

    Then I made him bend over again and suck my cock while I continued to fuck him with the rubber penis. He moaned and groaned, and it was clear he wanted this more than anything, so we stayed doing that for quite a while, until I couldn’t hold back from coming any longer. I pulled out of his mouth and came on his face, still fucking him. Then I got down behind him again, and stroked his tiny penis a couple of times.

    It really didn’t take more than half a minute before he came, and I could feel his ass tightening around the dildo inside him as he did so. I fucked him for a few more minutes, just so he could be mindful of who was in control of the situation, and then pulled it out of him. It was really warm from being inside him. I handed it to him and zipped my pants up. He had come prepared, since he had a towel in his packsack ready to wipe the lube off his ass and the dildo.

    He wanted to kiss me at this point, but I would have none of it. I really am not into kissing guys who I don’t know very well, though that may sound pretty strange considering what else we were doing. There is sex and intimacy however, and I have found in my time it’s best not to get them confused. We parted, though he didn’t want to let me go, asking if he could walk me to my car and etc. I told him I was taking a bus, and walked in the opposite direction from where I wanted to go in case he followed me, which he did. As soon as I rounded a corner out of sight I walked into another alcove in the bushes and waited until he passed me.

    Once he was out of range I headed back to my car. That had been a really hot time, and I knew that while it would be hot to do it again, that this person was wanting more than a good fuck from a stranger, and that it couldn’t happen again. What we had experienced was part of a game best played among strangers, and I was going to leave it at that. I walked to my car feeling satisfaction in a job well done.

  • Sailor Boy

    I was in my mid twenties at the time of this story. It was a fall evening in the local cruising park, the cloudy skies reflected the lights of the nearby city and cast a glow over the entire area. I walked along a path, making yet another pass in a night that had seen very little in the way of other guys around. This had been a quiet evening, and I was pretty much convinced that I was the only person in the park when I saw another guy walking towards me.

    He was about my age, nicely built from what I could tell, and as we walked by each other our eyes met and held each other’s gaze for that telltale second longer than straight guys do. I knew he was on my team, and after a couple more steps I walked off the path and stood on the grass. He walked on for a bit, then turned back and came over to me. I smiled and nodded. It was clear from his haircut and the open, trusting expression on his face that he was a sailor.

    A few minutes of small talk confirmed this impression, he was in the Navy and served at a base nearby. I liked guys in the Navy, they were generally friendly, trustworthy and hot. This one seemed no exception. His name was Eddy, and he was from another part of the country originally. He spoke with the accent of the maritime provinces slightly colouring his voice.

    Once we had talked for a few minutes, I asked if he wanted to go for a walk with me. He accepted, and we were off. I led him to a clump of trees which I knew to be little used but which also had a small labyrinth of trails in it. We walked into one and stood still to allow our eyes to adjust for a few minutes. I leaned over and kissed his soft lips, and he reciprocated with some measure of force.

    We went a bit further into the bush, and here was an alcove of suitable size and discretion for our purposes. He was wearing blue jeans, and a jacket with a fabric trunk and leather arms. I reached down and undid his pants. He was wearing bikini underwear, white ones, and I slowly turned him around to look at his ass, which the general build of his body told me would be sweet. I was right. Here in front of me was the sweetest of asses, slender in proportion, yet with just the right sort of curvature to appeal to the dedicated sodomist. It certainly appealed to me at the time, and I knelt there before it’s perfection, and contemplated it for a moment.

    I knew the time for action had come, and I reached up to grasp the elastic of the waistband, and gently slipped his underpants down to below his knees. There before me was the beautiful ass, making my heart pound. It was everything I wanted. I put my hands on the cheeks of his ass, then leaned forward and began to lick it. I felt dizzy from the passion this inspired. Within a few seconds I had buried my face and my consciousness entirely within the confines of this sweet ass.

    He reached behind himself, and our hands met on his ass, as I gently spread his hot ass open more to admit my tongue. He clasped my hands tightly, and I knew that this was exactly what he wanted also. I couldn’t get enough of licking his ass, it was as if I was going to run out of time. I was passionately involved in licking, sucking and pushing my tongue into and around his hole. He loved it as much as I did, pushed his hips back against my face and moaning softly. At times his hands helped mine in spreading his ass open for my hot tongue to probe.

    After a while, I knew that it was time to come up for air, and this I did reluctantly, but did nonetheless. I stood there behind him and ran my fingers obsessively up and down his ass. It was slick with my saliva, and this turned me on all that much more. I desperately wanted to be inside his ass, and the pressure to bend him over and fuck him right there built up to intolerable proportions. My breathing was hard and hot in his ear, and I just couldn’t take my fingers away from his ass.

    In a voice trembling with passion, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place, and there was never a more welcome suggestion that this. I accepted, and we walked the short distance to his car, and then drove pretty much in silence back to his apartment. He was a nice guy, and I could tell by the way he looked at me that there was a deep seated horniness in him. It soon came out that he had just spent about three weeks at sea on exercises. This explained a lot of things, and made our mutual need to get to his place all that much more urgent.

    We arrived and went through the wonderfully tedious process of entering the underground parking, the elevator, various locked doors, and finally we were there. He shared a two bedroom place with another guy, but he was out working tonight. We went right to the bedroom. I took Eddy’s clothes off pretty quick, and then my own, and once we were naked we took up where we had left off. I felt his ass, and positioned him on the bed so that he was laying on his side, with one knee bent and his leg drawn up.

    I started to lick his ass again, and here followed another of those amazing interludes that analingus so often brings me to, where the entire world fades into nothing, and there are only the vaguest impressions of an arched back, or the hand helping to spread the ass cheeks open that little ways farther that makes the difference between willingness and enthusiasm. His ass hair was wet and scratchy on my face, but I reveled in it. If I could have crawled up his ass I surely would have.

    It was a while before I came to my senses again, but he had no complaints either, and so I lay there beside him and started to probe his sweet ass with my finger. First one, and then two, and he flinched a bit. I just spread his ass open a bit more and thrust them farther inside him. He loved it, and pushed back against me as I finger fucked his hole. I was looking into his eyes, and a hot thing was that at first he wasn’t able to look back at me. It was as if he were shy of giving me his ass, and this just made it hotter that he was.

    There was a conveniently placed lubricant tubule on the bureau, and once I followed Eddy’s eyes to it I soon had it in hand and applied it liberally to his ass. This was followed shortly by a condom, and at this point I finally entered his ass. It took a little bit for him to get used to my cock, which is a fair size, but once he relaxed a bit, and I stroked his cock for him, he got right into it.

    There was no stopping him, or me for that matter at this point. I knew that I had to carry on fucking him, no matter what happened, until we were both happy and satisfied. I pushed his knee up and then spread his ass for him so that I could get that much deeper into him. It was so hot. He pursed his lips in the universal expression of anal intercourse, and I looked from where my penis was going in and out of his ass up to his face and right into his eyes. This made him even more shy about it all, and I was forced to slow down for fear of coming.

    I kept on fucking him like that for a while, then we shifted positions so that his legs were in the air. He wanted it so deep inside him, and we both knew it. We were achieving symbiosis on this amazing astral plane. There was no stroke or thrust which was not welcomed, nor enthusiastically delivered. It was so hot. He made efforts to spread his legs more widely open, and I was there on my knees fucking him, and watching my cock go in and out of him alternately while contemplating the look on his face.

    I ended up by fucking him while he lay on his stomach, with his legs as far open as I could spread them. I was relentlessly fucking his ass, and it was all too much. I started to come, and then it was like a torrent coming from my penis. I was so far inside his sweet ass, and he had let me in there. The final couple of fucks I gave him slapped my hipbones against his sweat covered ass.

    He got up on his knees and I played with his ass while he jerked off. He enjoyed the humiliation of this whole thing, and I was getting ready to come again when the phone rang. He came just as it happened, and the surprise of it made him shoot even farther. There was a mirror at the side of the bed, and here a few drops landed and ran down as we lay there spent, listening to a message delivered for his roommate.

    He gave me a smoke and we both lit up and lay there in satisfied silence, exhaling clouds of luxuriant, creamy smoke into the air above us. It was completely relaxing. We made some small talk, and then I got dressed. He gave me his number and I walked out of his place, and about twenty minutes back to the cruising park where my car was. I held his number in my hand the whole way, and made plans to call him again soon. I couldn’t wait to have another taste of his sweet ass.

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