Posted by Nicky60 , Tue Jan 30, 2018 10:38 PM
At just a fraction over six feet, he's an inch or so taller than my 5-foot, 11-inch frame; tremendously handsome with a manly, stocky build; and wonderfully hung with eight inches of two-inch-thick cock. He's an aggressive, bold, 100% masculine alpha gay top, possessing remarkable stamina and delicious skills. I'm his eager, obedient, deeply feminine bottom, and I have skills of my own! As a gay couple, we are partnered, devoted, and as irrevocably in love and as madly in lust as two people can be. Our lives have taken paths such that we have obligations and responsibilities beyond ourselves, and though we cannot live and be together as a couple, when we do have time with each other, we make the most of it!
So having already made plans to be together late that afternoon, imagine my delighted surprise when he called me early that morning. I was still in bed, and nude, when I took his call.
“Good morning, babe,” I greeted him.
“Hey, babe,” he replied softly, “my schedule changed, and I wanted to see if you were available this morning.”
“Mmm, I sure am,” I told him.
No one was around my house, and no one would be until much later that evening.
“Okay, I could be there in about an hour,” he said. “Just need to finish up a few more sets and get a shower.”
He was at the gym.
“I'll be here waiting, babe.”
I fondled my cock and balls for a moment, already feeling a delightful swelling with the excitement that my handsome lover would be in bed with me soon.
I got up and began getting ready. I started by rinsing well – I like to be clean, comfortable, confident, and relaxed during our often-lengthy enjoyment of anal sex – and doing other things to prepare for his visit as the warm water went to work inside me. I'll admit I enjoy the sensual pleasure of a nice enema – feeling the warmth as the water flows into me, filling my backside, then going about getting a few things done while feeling delightfully full and warm inside. I must admit as well that I giggled a bit as I typed “our often-lengthy enjoyment of anal sex.” Lengthy indeed, and in more ways than one! His amazing stamina means making love with that man frequently goes well beyond the half-hour mark, but remember that eight inches I spoke of? When he goes in, he goes deep!
After cleaning out for him, I stepped into the shower. I brought lube and my go-to plug with me to limber and prepare my snug entrance for what would soon come. I eased the slippery plug up my butt to the hilt, and with my snug sphincters hugging its narrow neck securely, went about my shower. After a warm, soothing 20-minute shower, lathering and cleaning every inch of myself, I tugged the plug from my ass. I soaped up and thoroughly cleaned my fun region all over again, even slipping a slick, soapy finger into my back door to make sure I was squeaky clean and fresh.
After rinsing off, I stepped out of the shower and toweled dry. I'd only made it halfway through drying off when my phone rang. My boyfriend was early, and already standing at my front door.
I wrapped the towel around my waist after folding it in half lengthwise so that it made a very short covering, tucked the end inside as it crossed my hip, and went to the front door. I opened it, and my boyfriend stepped inside.
“Wow, babe,” he said, looking me up and down, “this is how every lover should greet his man when he comes over!”
“I know!” I replied. “Babe, if we lived together...”
The thought in my mind was that if he and I lived together, that's how I would greet him every day when he came home, but we were quickly in each others' arms with our lips locked together in a passionate kiss, so I didn't get to finish the sentence. It was just as well; it had been far too long since we had been together last. As we embraced, I felt the front of his jeans, delighted to find his cock swelling at my touch. His hands quickly found their way under my towel, groping and kneading my bare ass, fingers delving deep into the cleft between my cheeks.
I nearly always wear panties when I'm with him, and they're always overtly feminine – lacy, sheer, tiny, sexy – and usually more: a matching bra, lace-top thigh-high stockings, and a garterbelt or garterskirt. But this day he caught me before I was able to put on any women's underwear. His hands would usually be exploring my panties, slipping inside, finding my opening, but this day, other than the towel wrapped around my hips, I was nude.
As his hands caressed my bare ass, I knew what he wanted. What we both wanted.
We broke off our kiss and I led him by the hand to my bedroom. He disrobed while I retrieved the lube from the bathroom, and by the time I'd returned with the lube and peeled my towel off, he was nude. I dropped to my knees before him – a place I love to be – and took his big dick into my mouth.
“Ohh, babe,” he sighed as his spongy cockhead nudged the back of my throat, “suck my dick. It's been far too long.”
“Mmm-mmph,” I moaned in agreement as best I could with his cock filling my mouth.
After only a moment, we settled into a comfortable and familiar rhythm together. He held my head in his hands as he humped his dick in my mouth, with every stroke nudging an inch or two into my throat as his pubes tickled my nose. Occasionally I would take control, pulling him hard against me with my hands gripping his ass, burying my face in his loins and hungrily forcing his big dick deeper into my throat.
“Ohh, fuck, babe!” he groaned as I deepthroated him. “That feels so good!”
I sucked him for several minutes, enjoying every moment of being on my knees for him again after not seeing him in over a month. Finally, he slowly pulled away from my mouth.
“I want to suck your cock,” he told me.
I spread my towel out on the bed, sat at the edge, then lay back, bringing my knees up and planting my feet on the edge of the mattress. My boyfriend tucked his hands behind my knees and leaned forward, lifting my ass up off the bed as he pushed my thighs up beside my chest. He knew I was just fresh out of the shower (and I was freshly shaved – cock, balls, and crack – as well), and he couldn't resist diving in.
“Babe, that's not my co– ohhhh!”
I didn't finish my sentence as he completely ignored my cock, buried his face in my smooth cleft, and pushed his tongue into my snug entrance. He absolutely adores eating my ass – my “pussy,” as we both call it – and I wasn't about to complain. To be quite honest, I think we both love his lips and tongue working their magic on my pussy rather than my cock, though he's exquisitely skilled at either task.
I let myself slip away into a delightful ecstasy as he ate my hole, warming me up, getting my back door ready for what we both knew came next – his big cock. We were both quite aware that he came over for anal sex, an act we absolutely adore, but we had time. Just as he had remarked moments before that it had been far too long since the last time his cock was in my mouth, it had been far too long since his tongue was in my snug pussy, and I reveled in every minute of it. I held my legs spread wide and tight to my sides as he ate me, and after several delicious minutes, he backed away.
“I love eating this sweet little pussy, babe,” he growled, “but I'm going to love fucking this sweet little pussy even more!”
“Mmm, I love it when you eat my pussy!” I purred back at him, followed immediately by a breathless, “Ohhhhh...” as he slid a finger deep into me.
“Do you want me to fuck this little pussy, baby?” he asked teasingly as he fucked me with one, then two fingers.
“You know I want you to fuck my little pussy!” I shot right back at him. “I want your big fucking dick stuffed up my ass!”
He pulled his fingers out of me, now quite confident I was ready for his cock, and grabbed the tube of lube from the night table. I held myself in position, on my back with my knees pulled wide and almost to my shoulders, with my ass exposed, vulnerable, available, at the edge of the bed. He stood right in front of me, bold, assertive, always the masculine, alpha top, smiling down at me with a mischievous grin as I watched him smooth the slippery gel all over his big, bare cock.
“Oooh, that's so fucking hot, babe,” I told him. “Watching you lube up your big dick...”
“...knowing I'm about to shove it up your ass?” he finished my thought for me.
“Yes,” I exclaimed. “Oh, fuck yes! The anticipation is SO arousing! Seeing you smooth that slippery gel all over your thick cock, knowing that in a moment you're going to sodomize me... Fuck, it's hot!”
His devilish smirk spread more broadly across his face. He knew perfectly well how much I loved this, and he so loved the tease! Finally convinced his cock was well-lubed, he wiped his hands on the towel under me, his now glistening dick waving about as he moved, hard and poised, inches from my exposed and vulnerable ass. He put his hands behind my knees, pressing my thighs into my chest as he folded me in half, and his cockhead nuzzled my entrance.
Using no hands, and looking into my eyes, my handsome, hard man leaned into me. I gasped as he opened me easily and sank deep inside.
“Oh fuck, babe,” I breathed, “that's a big fucking cock!”
He said nothing as he pushed his cock into me to the hilt. A groan escaped from deep inside me – partly from the ecstasy to have the man I love inside me, and partly the physical reaction to the anal intrusion. He knows it always takes a moment for me to get used to his presence, so he always holds very still for a bit after first pushing inside. I quickly became comfortable having his big cock in me, and he slowly began fucking me in the ass.
“Mmm, fuck,” he moaned. It was his turn now to offer a breathless exclamation. “That's a tight little pussy! Fuck, babe, you feel so good!”
“Yeah?” I teased him. “You like fucking my tight little pussy?”
“I LOVE fucking your tight little pussy!”
With that, the conversation stopped, but no more words were really necessary. It happened that this was the first time in quite a while that my boyfriend took me in a butterfly position, and I enjoyed watching my handsome man as he fucked me. The concentration, the determination, the obvious arousal, the sexual pleasure, all present on his handsome face at once were just delightful to watch. He leaned forward to me and we shared a long, intimate kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on him greedily, as he drove his dick up my butt with long, slow strokes. After a moment, he straightened back into a standing position, wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me to him. His big cock felt almost impossibly deep in me, and I just rested my ankles on his shoulders and let myself enjoy the ride.
With each passing moment he picked up the pace, until he was fucking my warm, caressing love tunnel with quick, powerful strokes. I could feel his balls slap my cheeks as he landed each thrust, and with every piston-like plunge into my tight butt, I felt that familiar, delightful warm pressure deep inside as his magnificent eight-inch cock hit bottom in me. My mind was filled with the thought that if we lived together, he would be doing this to me every day, and even several times every day! So help me, I'm so glad the man I fell in love with has a big dick!
I could tell he was focused, looking down, watching his thick cock slide in and out of my tight hole, so I broke the silence.
“How's the view, babe?” I asked him.
“It's fucking great!” he gasped.
My boyfriend is a VERY visual person, and he finds the scenes of sex happening right before him enormously arousing. As he gets more and more aroused, he gets harder – sure, not too surprising – and longer! By this point, several minutes into our passionate anal fuck, that gentle, warm pressure from him striking bottom in me had become a lusty, grunt-inducing pounding that felt for all the world like his big dick was coming up my throat with each thrust!
Abruptly, he slowed the pace of his thrusts, then stopped. He playfully pushed balls-deep into me once more – FUCK, that's a big dick! - then slowly, steadily, pulled his cock from my pussy, leaving me empty. I could feel my hole gaping, left delightfully stretched and open from the sudden absence of his two-inch-thick dick, and though I loved that sensation, I ached to have him inside me again. He slapped my bare ass. Hard.
“Hands and knees, babe,” he ordered.
It took me mere seconds to comply. I quickly positioned myself exactly as I knew he wanted me – knees under me, chest and shoulders pressed onto the bed, pillow under my head, and ass at the edge of the bed, right at cock level. He wanted to fuck me like he meant it.
He remained standing as he grabbed my hips, and he shoved his hot, slimy dick balls-deep into me again in one quick thrust. That aching emptiness I'd felt was quickly replaced by the very familiar and deliciously warm, stuffed-full bliss of his big cock buried in my butt. He resumed fucking me in the ass, but cranked the intensity up several notches. I knew my man, and I knew this meant he was beginning his drive toward orgasm; he wouldn't be stopping or slowing down until he pumped his load up my butt, and I loved every minute!
He slammed into me hard and fast, his big dick seeming to reach new depths in me with each stroke. His loins hit my ass with sharp smacks nearly twice with each passing second as he plowed me, his balls swinging and slapping my taint with the same rhythm, and my own hard cock waved and slapped against my stomach as he pounded his dick into me. He was hammering bottom in me now with every stroke, that warm, delicious stretch deep in my hot guts, squeezing an involuntary groan out of me each time as he did his very best to straighten out my “left turn” with his magnificent cock.
When we're early in our lovemaking, when he hears my repeated, “ungh, ungh, ungh!” as he pounds deep in my “pussy,” he'll often pause for a moment and ask, “You okay, babe?” To which I always reply, “I'm MORE than okay!” But on this morning, and at this stage of this fuck, we were way past that, and we both knew it. Besides, hearing my grunts as he viciously wrecks my rectum only stokes his masculine libido and passion all the more, and we both love that!
Finally, after what seemed a blissful eternity of this dick-drilling anal assault, he pulled me back hard on him, sending the head of his cock into seemingly heretofore unplumbed depths of my insides. My earthy, guttural groan, spawned from deep in my guts as he forcibly attempted to rearrange my internal organs with his dick, was thoroughly drowned out by his raucous and lusty bellow of triumph as he pumped his warm load of semen deep inside me.
The male beast had bred his mate!
And as his mate, of course, I welcomed his seed as he emptied his balls in me. After a moment or two, as his orgasm waned and his libido cooled, aggression yielded to tenderness, lust to love. He gently caressed my cheeks as he resumed thrusting his hard cock into me – now slowly, gently – and stroked my back.
“I love making love to you, babe,” he whispered as he lovingly fucked me.
“Mmm, and I adore making love to my handsome man!” I purred, pushing back and wiggling sexily on his dick.
This slow fuck continued for a few minutes, and my boyfriend – as always – stayed wonderfully big and very hard inside me, even after having cum in me.
“What do you want, babe?” he asked me, as his cock slipped delightfully back and forth in my caressing love tunnel.
“I want to sit on you, babe,” I told him.
Cowgirl is one of our very favorite positions!
“Oh, yeah,” he breathed, as he slowly pulled his dick from my butt.
He quickly got into position, laying on his back on the bed, and held his slick, glistening cock erect and ready for me. I climbed astride him and lowered myself onto him, reveling in the feeling as his slimy cockhead nuzzled between my cheeks, found my entrance, and slipped inside. I let my weight settle on him quickly, and in only a few seconds, I was impaled on eight inches of delicious dick.
After a moment of just sitting motionless on him, enjoying his wonderful cock filling me perfectly, I began to ride his big dick – slowly at first, then picking up the pace. We quickly found our rhythm, as I rode his cock – bareback, of course, as a man might ride a proud stallion bareback – and he matched my stride with his thrusts into me. With each stroke we would come solidly together, balls-deep; he humped up into me as I pushed down onto him. As time passed, my boyfriend and I were coupled together so intimately in this new delicious fuck, I saw the expression on his face change. Rather abruptly, his gaze fixed on me, and I knew what it meant – no longer was he simply enjoying the sensual pleasure of my pussy's snug opening and muscular walls groping and caressing his dick. I was bringing him to a second orgasm.
As we fucked, and now that I knew he was intent on pumping another load up my ass, I began furiously stroking my own cock, hoping to come to orgasm with him. In just two or three more minutes, I was very close – I could feel that tingling, that warm electricity building in my loins, and the fullness, the warmth of my boyfriend's big dick thrusting up into my tight butt amplified my arousal. Suddenly, he arched up into me, lifting his ass off the bed and driving his cock deep in me.
He let out a deep growl, and instantly, I knew he was emptying another warm load of semen into me. That very real image in my mind – of his thick penis throbbing, spurting, pumping his seed into my body – pushed me into orgasm. My cock swelled and twitched in my hand as I shot my load all over his stomach, as I delightfully emptied my balls onto him at the same moment he emptied his balls into me. Our orgasms seemed to go on and on, riding, thrusting, stroking, spurting, as both he and I found gratification, sensual and sexual fulfillment, each in our own way, through our own roles, yet together, intimately enmeshed, lustily coupled, completely in love.
Slowly, we came down off that blissful orgasmic ecstasy. Looking down, I found a large pool of my own semen on his stomach, around and under my cock and balls. I could feel my cum leaking around his cock – still buried in my ass – and I knew it must be running around his balls and into his ass crack as he lay under me.
“I came a little, babe,” I said.
“Do you think?” he replied. “I can feel it in my crack!”
Well, that confirmed that! I'm glad we'd had the foresight to lay a towel on the bed under him.
We stayed there together for a long time,with me sitting on his thighs, his dick deep in me, and we talked about life, love, and sex. But it was getting on toward ten o'clock in the morning, and we both needed to get our days going. Slowly, reluctantly, I rose up off of him, inch by inch, as my tight pussy opening desperately clung to his big cock, caressing every bit of his length until his wonderful cockhead finally slipped from my hole. The whole time, my boyfriend had a delightful, open-mouthed, incredulous expression on his face, something of a mix between sublime pleasure and outright torture, as my tight rings clenched and groped his exquisitely-sensitive dick as I pulled away from him. I couldn't help giggling!
My pussy quickly closed as his dick finally slipped free, trapping his wonderful loads of semen inside me, and I stepped into the shower to clean up. My boyfriend soon joined me, and we showered together briefly, enjoying the warm cascading water and the slipperiness of our soapy bodies together. Of course, we made sure that cocks and balls got well-lathered and clean, fondling and groping each other. He paid particular attention to that area of me that he loves so much, making sure my furry cleft was thoroughly explored with two big, soapy hands, and a slippery finger found its way up my butt where his cock had so recently been. Might have been two fingers!
We rinsed and toweled off, dressed, and went to the kitchen for coffee. Again, our conversation was about life, love, and sex. But shortly, recognizing we both had things to do, we said our goodbyes. We embraced one more time, shared a long kiss, and he was gone. We parted reluctantly, of course, but what a delightful way to start the day!
Posted by Nicky60 , Tue Jun 21, 2016 08:54 PM
And yes, a lover. And now, I have that man. We don't get out to the wilderness as much as we would like, but we make the most of it when we do have the opportunity.
And, guys and girls, you never know what two middle-aged men camped next to you might be doing together in that tent after the sun goes down! But here, with this narrative, hopefully the reader can be a "mosquito on the tent netting," as it were, and see what those two gay men are up to!
My boyfriend and I recently spent a four-day weekend away at a remote state park. On the drive out, there was a lot of very free sexual chatter. It was the relief valve popping off for a couple of gay guys who have very little time or opportunity in our normal lives to "be gay." On a few occasions he whipped his big cock from his shorts, and stroked and fondled it to full, magnificent erection. Okay, my hand might have strayed over to his lap to get some groping in, but I concentrated on safe driving!
"You want this dick up your ass, babe?" he asked, teasing me as he showed off his hard, handsome manhood.
"Fuck, yes," I replied, wrapping my hand around his considerable girth and stroking him briefly. "You know I do!"
We got to the park and found only one other party camped in the grounds we had chosen; we hoped for the quiet and solitude to remain with us, but alas, such was not the case. By early evening, nearly all the camping spots were filled. Still, there was plenty of cover and privacy from the trees and brush, and we enjoyed the time together.
We had put up our tent in mid-afternoon, and I had already sorted our bedding. Had anyone taken a glance in the tent, it would have become quite apparent that two men on very friendly terms and quite comfortable with each other would be sleeping there - one queen air mattress with bedding that made it obvious we were sleeping together.
And very likely doing other things in bed together!
We drove about five miles into the tiny town near the park, and found a very unlikely - but quite good - barbecue joint. On the way back to camp, we got showers at the state park facilities, and made our way back to camp.
The weather was absolutely perfect, with afternoon temperatures getting into the lower 80's. After nightfall, the dry, near-desert air cooled quickly. After enjoying conversation in front of a campfire, watching the stars pop out for a while and gazing into a night sky we never get to see in the city, we retired to the tent. My boyfriend went in first, and I followed shortly after. After taking my shoes off and zipping the tend door closed, I found him nude under a single sheet. I quickly stripped nude, and in nearly no time, my cock was in his mouth.
I knelt above him as he sucked me in the dark, and I fondled his already-hard cock and full balls. After only a very few minutes, I couldn't go any longer without having his cock in my mouth. I gently - and reluctantly - pulled away from him, peeled the sheet down to uncover him completely, climbed astride his legs, and went down on him. I worshiped his wonderful dick for a good, long while. He bucked and moaned - softly, as we were both quite conscious of nearby campers, since we could still hear them clearly, even though they spoke in hushed voices around their own campfires - and humped his cock into my adoring mouth and throat as I blew him. He urged me to take him deeper, pressing my head into his loins with one hand. Finally, he needed more.
"Babe?" he whispered.
"Mmpphh?" I moaned on his dick.
"Did you bring the lube?"
"Mm-hmph," I tried to answer. He understood it correctly as a "yes."
"Get up," he said quietly.
I gave his big cock one more plunge into my throat, then rolled off him. I felt around the side of the tent where I thought I'd put the lube, found it, and handed the tube to him. At his urging, I was soon laying prone and flat on my stomach, right in the middle of our bed. He gently pushed my legs apart, giving him access to my entrance, and I felt the air mattress under me swell as he knelt between my spread legs. I gathered both our pillows under my head, eagerly awaiting the heaven that was to come. He gripped my bare asscheeks with his big hands, gently separated them, coaxing my cleft open, and buried his face in my ass. I moaned, perhaps a bit too loudly, as his tongue found my hole.
I let myself slip away, relaxing completely and in delicious ecstasy, as my handsome man ate my "pussy." We both adored the delightful act of anilingus, found it quite special and enormously arousing each in our own way, and always with him doing the eating and me getting eaten. Time seemed to stop as he ate me in the dark, rimming, caressing, and relaxing my hole with his lips and tongue. Over and over, he pushed his tongue deep inside me, well past my snug rings, preparing that hole he loves so much for his big cock.
After eating me for a good while, he sat up, and I heard the snap of the lube tube in the dark. A moment later, a slippery finger sank deep into me where his tongue had just been. I inhaled at the delightful intrusion and moaned in ecstasy and approval. My boyfriend's finger twisted and curled inside me, massaging me from the inside out, urging my hot love hole to get ready for his dick. After thoroughly reaming my ass for several minutes, one finger became two, then two became three, stretching me and limbering me up.
A brief aside for the reader: if you are a gay or bisexual man - or, I don't care, even if you're straight - and you have a high degree or capacity for anal arousal, you MUST experience this. Words just cannot express the pure bliss, the delicious ecstasy and sexual arousal, that comes from giving yourself to a handsome, hung, skilled top who desperately wants - needs - to fuck you in the ass. When that man takes his time, preparing you slowly, lovingly, insistently, with his lips, tongue, and fingers, working and limbering and dilating your ass over the course of 15 or 20 minutes, when you both know at the end you'll have his big dick up your butt and you're going to get a thorough fucking, it is just incredibly erotic, delightfully sensual, and absolutely heavenly!
And back to the story...
He knew I was ready. The air mattress heaved and sank under me again as he got into position. My own cock, after the adoring work he did on my "pussy" to prepare me, was rock-hard under me. I lifted my ass slightly to adjust my cock to a more comfortable position, and I felt his belly against my ass as his greased cock slipped into my crack. His cockhead found my hole and he slipped easily, using no hands to guide him, into me. I sighed with ecstasy as his big dick filled me, pouring that loving warmth into and throughout my whole body. I heard him groan in the dark as he sank into me, as his cock was hugged and loved from head to root by my warm, inviting, eager flesh. He stayed still in me, balls-deep, for a long time. Then he began to fuck me.
My boyfriend fucked me in the ass with long, steady, deliberate strokes, pushing in until i felt his balls wedged between my thighs and pressed against my taint, then pulling out until only his head remained inside my hungry opening. Each stroke in and out of me took several seconds, and he plowed my hole slowly, powerfully, and resolutely. He withdrew so far that he slipped out of me a few times, and his well-lubed dick either slipped down between my thighs, nudging past my balls, or up and along the length of the cleft between my cheeks. Either way, his cock would find my hole again quickly, and each time he would open me and sink inside again was a source of delicious ecstasy for me.
He lay heavily across my back, his arms tucked tight against my sides, and big hands hooked under and around my shoulders until he almost had me in a gentle full-nelson, pulling me tightly to him as he drove his thick cock into me. We quickly and easily settled into that slow, ancient rhythm, while trying to keep the grunts, moans, and other sounds of sex to a low level, so that not ALL our neighboring campers would know a man was fucking another man in the ass in the tent next door. There were a few nearby that we wouldn't have minded knowing though. Giggle!
As he fucked me in the ass, I pushed back against him, matching his thrusts, encouraging him to slam as deep into my hot butt as possible. Our quiet, animal, lusty fuck continued in the night for what seemed nearly a half hour. My boyfriend's heaving breath was hot on my neck as his body lay on me, and my high state of arousal, the heat of his incredible dick filling my ass, and my own hard cock sandwiched tightly between our camp bedding and my abdomen as my boyfriend rode me were all slowly and inexorably pushing me toward orgasm.
I am quite aware of the large loads of semen I'm able to produce upon orgasm, and while I didn't really want to sleep in a wet spot or soil our bedding with cum, this fuck, out in nature, albeit in our tent, in almost complete darkness and solitude, was becoming very special. I didn't care.
"Babe," I whimpered under him, "I'm gonna cum..."
"If you cum," he whispered between thrusts into me, "I'm gonna cum, baby."
He picked up the pace, fucking me with faster strokes yet still quietly, and now with firm purpose.
"Cum with me, babe," he moaned in my ear.
My level of sexual arousal had been on a high simmer ever since he took my cock in his mouth when I'd first stripped nude, and now, as he fucked me with sharp, quick strokes, my orgasm built quickly and I let myself go.
"Ohhhhh..." I breathed into a pillow, probably his, and my cock began spurting underneath me.
My muscular love tunnel began its delightful cycle of clenching and relaxing, groping and caressing the entire length of my lover's dick inside me, in rhythm with my orgasmic ejaculations. Those sensations always drove him mad with lust, and nearly always sent him spiraling into orgasm with me.
"Ungh," my boyfriend grunted above me, "fuck, babe."
He drove himself as deep into my ass as he possibly could, pushing me nearly a half a foot forward. His body began to shake and to spasm with orgasm, and I knew he was pumping his hot semen deep inside me. We came together in the dark as quietly as we could, as I emptied my balls onto our sheets and he emptied his balls in my hot, tight butt. Our orgasms continued for what seemed a delightfully long time, followed by many deliciously body-wrenching aftershocks. When one aftershock ripped through my body, my tight ass would clamp down hard on my man's cock, still balls-deep in me, prompting a sympathetic shock to grip him. Each time, I could feel another surge of semen ooze heavily from my cock, adding more to the growing lake of semen under my belly. I hoped the same was happening to him - that with each ball-clenching wave that washed through him, he was sending another heavy spurt of semen into my body.
I'll confess that I, as a gay bottom, have a lot of fun teasing my handsome top and making him a little crazy. I adore having that man's wonderful penis inside me, and I savor every moment we have, sharing that highest intimacy that two men can share. Our orgasms had waned, but every 10 or 15 seconds, I forcefully clamped my muscular tunnel down on his length, and every time, a strong shudder would grip him, and I would giggle with amusement and smug satisfaction! I continued this playful activity until he finally begged me to stop! The fourth time!
Our fuck was finished. Actually, this was much more than that - it was lovemaking. It was passionate, tender, loving, wonderfully intimate; at the same time, it was primal, raw, animal, deliciously lusty. We lay there together, in the quiet, in the dark, until after a long time, his softening cock finally slipped from me. He slowly rolled off me and onto his back, a man exhausted, totally spent, yet completely sensually and sexually satisfied. I rolled onto my side and cuddled next to him, draping one thigh over his, and gently closing a hand around his greasy cock and happy balls. That wonderful cock that had given me such pleasure, filling my ass so delightfully, so perfectly, and those balls that had only moments ago emptied their warm, sweet male seed deep into me.
We kissed tenderly.
"I love you, babe," I whispered to him.
"I sure do love you, hon," he whispered back.
I pulled the sheet up over the two of us, took his cock and balls in my hand again, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Posted by Nicky60 , Thu Feb 04, 2016 08:24 PM
After those first two weeks, it was time to discover each other sexually. Our conversations about sex, beginning via email and continuing at that lunch meeting and by phone, led us to think we would be quite compatible. He is a bold, assertive, delightfully hung gay top, and I am an eager, compliant, shy gay bottom. We met at his home a few times over those next several days, always ending up together in his bed, nude, groping, fondling, and playing with each other, hungrily sucking each others' cocks but not swallowing (yet), and becoming more and more comfortable and confident together.
From all our conversations to that point, I knew his greatest love (and need) as a gay top was fucking another man. That first time we were naked together and I had his big cock in my hands and in my mouth, the terrifying thought crossed my mind that, “oh my god, he's going to fuck me with this huge dick!” I'll admit though, that at the same time, the lonely, hungry gay bottom in me couldn't resist the thought that, “mmmm, he's going to fuck me with this huge dick!”
Sure enough, after our fourth or fifth meeting, he wanted more. We wanted more.
“When do I get to fuck you, babe?” he asked expectantly as we lay nude together after both enjoying orgasms. Yes, we were already calling each other “babe” after knowing each other only three weeks.
“Soon,” I promised, still wondering how that magnificent meat of his was going to fit in my butt.
The next morning, I opened my email to find a new message from him – no surprise, as we were emailing and texting like a couple of horny teenagers – with a pic of his big, hard cock attached.
“When I was on top of you yesterday, babe,” he said in his email, “sliding my cock in your furry crack and rubbing my head against your little hole made me want it BAD!”
“Yeah?” I replied coyly. “What exactly did you want?”
I checked my email later that afternoon and found he responded to my teasing question in very descriptive, explicit terms! I told him then to buy condoms, because the next time we saw each other, I probably wouldn't be able to keep him out of me, and I didn't want to!
We met at his home that Friday. He got me ready with his lips and tongue, then fingers. I took the delicious opportunity to roll a Trojan Magnum condom onto his thick cock, then lubed him up as he looked on with eager anticipation. I tucked a pillow under my butt and held my legs spread high and wide for him as he got into position. He slowly and patiently worked his big dick into me, and when my very tight hole finally yielded to him and he sank deep into me, we were both in heaven.
He fucked me gently, fully aware I hadn't had a man in years. Sure, I made use of toys occasionally, but having another man inside me after more than two decades without was an indescribable ecstasy. Gradually, he picked up the pace of his thrusts until he was fucking me with a steady, urgent rhythm. It didn't take much stroking of my cock before I spurted my load all over my stomach, and he came in the condom a few moments later.
After that first fuck, we met a couple of times a week for more. Over the next few weeks, his big dick found its way up my ass every time we saw each other. It was obvious that in addition to already being great friends, our sexual needs and desires meshed together quite well. It was also during that time, after I had worn a man's thong for him, that he admitted a weakness for a man in women's panties; I readily confessed my love of wearing panties, and told him I would happily wear more – bras, thigh-highs, and lingerie – since wearing women's underwear amplified and ratified my own strong interior femininity.
We also realized we were quickly and irrevocably falling in love.
We both agreed that we wanted – we needed – to commit totally to each other, but it wasn't as much something we spoke about openly, but rather a bond, a trust, a love, a deep understanding that this was who we were, and that we were made for each other, simply grew around us and enveloped us. Our next step, for ourselves as well as for each other, was to get tested.
We got tested together, and continued to enjoy each other, safely, for that week and a half until our test results were ready. We arranged to meet on an evening the following week and share our test results.
I got to our spot – a nice, clean hotel he had introduced me to – an hour early, so I had a chance to prepare. I cleaned up, cleaned out, and lounged around for a half-hour with a generous-sized plug up my ass, getting myself limbered up for him. My results came back as expected – totally clean of any and all STD's or other diseases. He had already told me over the phone that his results indicated that he was squeaky clean as well, but he was bringing his report. Not so much because I wouldn't have trusted him to tell the truth about them, but because our growing love and trust made us both want to be totally, completely honest with each other.
He called me when he left his office, and after some friendly conversation, and some very x-rated teasing about what he would soon do to me, I told him what room I was in. His call also signaled that he would arrive in about a half hour, so after enjoying the plug up my butt for another ten minutes – and very aroused with the knowledge that his big cock would be filling me soon – I took it out, cleaned up a final time, and pulled on a tiny purple all-lace cheeky panty. The little panty did a poor job of containing my half-hard cock and full balls in front, but the sheer lace showed off what I had nicely, and the high, narrow back did a wonderful job of nestling deliciously and deeply into my crack.
He arrived to find me relaxing prone on the bed, showing off my my ass, barely covered by the purple panties. He stripped and grabbed a quick shower, and emerged still toweling off, his big cock already hard. He stood at the edge of the bed, and I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking him as he dried himself. After a moment or two, he tossed the towel on the bed, took my head in his hands and aggressively – yet still lovingly – fucked my mouth with his entire length.
After enjoying my mouth for a few minutes, he pulled his cock free and walked to the table where he had dropped his briefcase. He pulled out a piece of paper and waved it teasingly in my direction. I took his cue, hopped out of bed, and got my own test results from my computer case. We stood close together, looking over each others' printouts. As we both expected, and to our great excitement, our tests were clear, in every way.
The papers fell to the floor as we fell into each others' arms. We kissed, long, hard, and passionately, with lips locked together, his tongue in my mouth, and mine in his. My boyfriend's cock felt huge, pressed between us, and I moaned audibly into his mouth, thinking that he would be fucking me in the ass with that big dick very soon. We remained there for a while, kissing and holding each other. His hands found their way to my ass, and I moaned again as his fingers slipped into my crack.
“What are you doing, babe?” I asked playfully.
“Mmm,” he replied, kissing me again, “I'm getting ready to fuck you in the ass!”
He quickly and adeptly turned me around, locking one strong arm around my chest and the other around my waist. He held me tight to him with my back against his chest, as he walked the two of us a few short steps down the counter to the wall. His thick cock wedged between my cheeks as he pushed me tight to the wall, and his breath was hot on my neck.
“Do you want my big cock in your tight pussy, babe?” he whispered, nibbling my neck. He and I both had already begun to refer to my little asshole as my "pussy."
“Yes...” I breathed. “I want you to fuck me in the ass with that horse cock of yours.”
He took his arm from my waist but kept me pinned, his other arm still around my chest. From the corner of my eye, I saw the tube of Astroglide appear in his hand by my shoulder. He squeezed what looked like more than a tablespoon into his free hand, then snapped the cap shut and dropped the tube to the floor. I knew at that moment he was lubing up his big cock, and I also knew the few times we had fucked before, we always used condoms, and that he wasn't wearing one now.
He was lubing up his bare dick.
With his arm still around my chest, he tugged my panties from my furry cleft. He bent his knees to position himself under me, and I felt his slick cockhead nuzzle between my cheeks. I moved my feet a bit further apart, spreading my legs to give him easier access to me, and his dick pressed against my entrance.
“Babe?” I said quietly, nervously.
“What?” he answered, not diverting his attention from his goal.
“Are you going to put on a condom?” I asked naively.
His cock was still pressed against my hole, and I felt his hand on my hip. With his other arm still around my chest, I knew he was hard and poised to enter me, “hands-free.” He leaned a bit closer to me, then suddenly straightened his legs, driving his thick cock powerfully into me, almost lifting me off my feet. I gasped as his dick filled me almost instantly, completely, balls-deep, with one quick, strong thrust.
Every inch of my boyfriend's delightfully big – and for the first time, absolutely bare – cock was stuffed up my ass.
The sudden, powerful, aggressive moment yielded just as suddenly to tenderness. Yes, he still had me pinned against the wall, bound in his grasp, and impaled on his cock. But I felt his lips on my neck as he kissed me, softly, gently.
And he finally answered my question.
“No,” he whispered.
That evening, he enjoyed the pleasures my tight pussy offered him undiminished and unimpeded by the presence of a condom. I enjoyed the heightened intimacy and emotional bond between us, knowing my handsome man's bare cock was inside me, and there was nothing whatsoever keeping us apart. After a long fuck, he came deep inside me, his sweet male seed spilling freely into me, unrestrained by a condom, and I welcomed every delicious spurt of his warm semen!
In the five years since, he's fucked me in the ass many times, always bare, and has always emptied his balls deep in me. My pussy is his - our - absolute favorite place for him to cum, and I dearly love taking his wonderful, warm loads inside me!
Posted by Nicky60 , Thu Dec 25, 2014 07:06 PM
We were both completely beat, and we just crashed after quick showers. The room had two queen beds, but we only need one when we're together, and we were soon both asleep, both nude, and in each others' arms. It was the last night of our vacation together, and we really wanted to spend three or four hours fucking, but we were just too tired! We had gotten some good, long, quality time with his dick up my ass just the previous evening! And, no doubt, had broken some of that state's sodomy laws in the process, but...
We woke up the next morning with barely enough time to grab the hotel's complimentary breakfast. My boyfriend and I then retreated back to our room, made sure the "Do Not Disturb" sign was posted, and got showers. Together, of course. A lot of kissing, groping, fondling, caressing, embracing in the warm water cascading down on us, soapy, slippery bodies and hard cocks rubbing together, quickly led to the both of us wanting - needing - sex, and badly.
My boyfriend rinsed off and toweled himself dry, and I followed shortly after. When I got out, I found him sitting at the foot of the bed, stroking his hard cock. I was to discover seconds later that he wasn't stroking himself for his own pleasure, but was lubing up his big dick.
"C'mere, babe," he told me.
I finished drying off as I walked over to him. I noticed the still-open tube of Astroglide on the bed, and could see the glistening sheen of the slippery gel on his cock.
"Look," he said, nodding toward the wall opposite where he sat on the bed.
I looked, and realized I hadn't taken notice of it before, probably because of our very late arrival the previous night. A full-length mirror, probably three feet wide and five feet tall, was affixed to the wall only three feet from the end of the bed. Suddenly, it dawned on me what he intended.
"This one's for you, babe," he said invitingly. "Hop on!"
I quickly tossed my towel aside and climbed onto the bed with him. After just a bit of maneuvering, I was straddling him with my feet on the very end of the mattress by his knees, my hands bracing myself on his thighs, and my knees up near my chest. He held his slick, bare cock in position for me with one hand, and helped me balance with another big hand bracing the small of my back. The view in the mirror was breathtaking - two hot men (if I say so myself), the one atop his partner and looking at me, poised to impale himself on his partner's big cock; the other, of whom I could only see his spread thighs, his full balls hanging between those thighs, and his thick cock, pointed deliciously upward.
That COCK! It looked huge! I actually spent a few seconds with my butt suspended in midair above him, gazing at that massive penis, wondering, amazed, that in another moment, it would be balls-deep up that guy's ass! How on earth will that two-inch-thick, eight-inch-long monster fit? Wait! That guy is me! And how could that big dick feel so good, so satisfying, so comfortable, so delicious, so delightfully blissful, so PERFECT, stuffed up my ass? I didn't have the answers.
I felt his slippery cockhead nuzzling my entrance, and I lowered myself onto him.
Watching the incredibly hot porn scene unfold in front of me in wide-screen high-definition, while feeling the sensual and sexual ecstasies as my boyfriend's big cock opened me and pushed inside, was magical. I held my balls up high and out of the way, cupping them tight to my own hard cock, so I could watch every inch of his thick penis disappear into me as I sat on him. The excitement of seeing what I was feeling was overwhelming, almost intoxicating.
"Fuck, baby, this is incredible!" I gasped, my eyes glued to the view in the mirror.
"I know it is, babe. I see it all the time," he replied, referring to how he watches his cock sink into my ass every time we fuck. "When I saw that mirror there, I knew I had to do this."
Soon enough, my weight settled on him, and I had eight inches of hard, warm male meat up my butt. He put both hands on my waist as I moved my feet back for better purchase, and I slowly lifted off him. The unbridled lust and excitement I felt, watching my reflection as his dick slowly emerged from my ass, and at the same time, feeling that wonderful, familiar friction as he slipped from me, leaving me achingly empty, made me feel like a complete slut for him. Which I was! With just his cockhead remaining in my hole, I sat back down on him, filling myself with my lover's flesh. I did this for few minutes, fucking myself on his erect cock, as my boyfriend held my hips, urging me along. I stared at my reflection, almost mesmerized, as the man in the mirror rode his lover's impossibly big dick.
"That is unbelievably hot," I heard myself say, watching myself sink onto that cock one more time.
I sat there on his thighs for a while, resting, just looking at the two of us in the mirror. My balls were resting on his balls, and my cock was every bit as hard as his, though mine was plainly on display, whereas his was buried in a loving and caressing tunnel of hot, tight muscle. I began moving on him, making circles, feeling his dick stir around deep inside me, as I stroked my hard cock. The scene before me was riveting, incredibly erotic, and I knew I wanted to cum while looking at myself sitting on him.
"Babe, I really need to cum like this."
"Sweetie, you go right ahead. I'll just be laying here, enjoying having my dick up your ass!"
I fondled both our nut sacks, together and separately, then playfully pulled mine up, then dropping them, and letting my balls bounce against his, several times. Finally, I was ready to cum. I started stroking my cock in earnest, building to orgasm. I loved cumming with my boyfriend's dick stuffed up my butt, and he knew it. He pulled me down on his cock, and I lost myself to orgasm. I gripped my cock tightly, preventing ejaculation, as I felt the first, then second intense orgasmic pulses. On the third, I let go, shooting a stream of semen four feet onto the mirror. The next spurt surged from my throbbing dick, arced up and landed with a muffled splat on the carpet, short of the mirror. The last spurts and oozes poured from my aching cock all over my hand and rolled down onto our balls.
My boyfriend let me enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm for a couple of minutes as I sat on him. Of course, he also enjoyed the rhythmic clenching of my muscular tunnel along his length, as delightful aftershocks coursed through me. But he was ready for his own orgasm.
"Get up," he demanded.
With the familiarity of three years as gay lovers, he and I moved as one, his wonderful dick remaining balls-deep up my ass as we got into a standing position. I bent forward at the waist as he held me by my hips, and I put both hands on the mirror for support. The thick streak of cum I had shot onto the mirror was mere inches from my nose, but all thoughts of licking the mirror clean vanished as my boyfriend began to pound his cock into me. He slammed deep into my hot guts hard and fast, and I pushed back against him, giving back as I took everything he gave, and holding on for the delicious, lusty ride.
I craned my head into a position so I could see him in the mirror - I could see my back, his hands on me, and above me, his chest, broad shoulders, and on his face, a look of complete ecstasy - the male animal, fulfilling that primal purpose for which he was created: mounting, penetrating, and planting his seed in his mate. I thought he must be in heaven, with his big, hard cock buried in my warm, snug hole, that hole he adores so much, plowing that hole with long, quick strokes. And of course, I was in a heaven of my own, so lucky and happy to be the mate that he chose. Receiving his cock and his sperm gave me sexual pleasures and emotional fulfillment he could never know. Soon enough, he had his orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, babe!" he gasped.
He pulled my hips hard on him, driving his dick as deep into me as possible, groaning and grunting in those short, staccato exclamations that I knew so well. With each grunt, I knew he was sending a thick spurt of his semen deep into me. The look on his face was total bliss as he emptied his balls in my ass.
After that incredible fuck, we cleaned up quickly and packed our stuff. Checkout time was 11 AM, and we were using every bit of it. We loaded up my truck, hopped in, and hit the road home, holding hands, smiles on our faces, our cocks taken care of, and a warm, sweet load of his semen deep inside me!
Posted by Nicky60 , Thu Jul 31, 2014 08:37 PM
We stopped at one of the nicer and newer motels in town, and grabbed a room for the night. The young lady at the reception desk apparently got a vibe from the two of us, and apologized that she didn't have a single king room available! My boyfriend and I got a giggle out of that. It was still early evening, so we went up to our room and got a shower - together - before heading out to dinner.
After a couple of beers each and a filling meal, we walked back to our room. As we undressed each other - it was only 9PM - my boyfriend apologized after we kissed deeply, saying he was exhausted after the day's activities, and just wanted to go to sleep, holding me close.
"That's okay, babe," I told him, being pretty tired myself.
I put on a matching black-and gold cami and panty set that featured lace trim all over. The low-rise bikini panties had a sheer net back, and the cami top had an underwire bra with light padding in the A cups. When I got back to the bed, I found my boyfriend stretched out on top of the sheets, completely nude.
I had barely crawled into bed with him, and he was already groping me, playing with my cock, balls, and ass through the thin fabric of my panties.
"This looks REALLY hot, babe," he whispered to me in the dim light.
"Yeah?" I asked him hopefully, as I fondled his big - but soft - penis. "You getting some of your energy back?"
"Some of it," he replied, gripping my rapidly-hardening dick through my panties.
He quickly flipped me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Before I knew it, he had pushed my little panties to one side, freeing my cock and balls. He went down on me quickly, and in two seconds my cock was completely engulfed in wet, warm, blissful delight as his lips pressed and hugged the root of my very hard penis.
He began sucking my dick hard and fast, pouring on the pleasure like I had never before experienced. I writhed in ecstasy in his grasp, in the dark, as he blew me. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, clenching him tightly to me, while nearly oblivious to, and utterly unable to stop, my completely involuntary pelvic thrusts, sharp and quick, and I humped my lover's face.
After a very few minutes, he sat up, pulling me up with him. I saw him silhouetted against the dying embers of twilight in the window behind him - broad shoulders and strong arms, holding my thighs tightly as he drew me to him, pulling my ass a good two feet off the bed. My legs were over his shoulders and crossed behind his back, and my dick never left his mouth. He kept sucking my cock urgently, building my sexual pleasure in that inevitable crescendo.
I felt my orgasm build slowly, inexorably, powerfully, from deep in my loins to a height and intensity I had never experienced. Abruptly, as my brain screamed at me that I couldn't take any more, my entire sexual and sensual being exploded.
"Oh, fuck, babe!" I somehow managed to gasp. "I'm coming!"
The sexual electricity erupted from my balls, pouring through my cock and my entire body. I literally saw stars and bright streaks dance through the room as the orgasmic spasms gripped my body. Most orgasms are a gentle and very delightful series of slow pulses, but this one was a deep and rapid WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM! as I emptied everything I had into my lover's mouth. I grabbed his hand in one of mine, gripping tightly, and gently combed the fingers of my other through his hair, as I whimpered and moaned with the nearly unbelievable intensity of the sexual release.
He continued sucking my cock, not as feverishly as before, but not gently, either. This prompted a series of deep orgasmic aftershocks that wracked my body with each one, and with each, I could feel a strong surge of yet more semen through my throbbing penis. Finally, in desperation, I begged him to stop, as, quite literally, I couldn't take anymore.
He held me still in his mouth for a final, fleeting moment, then slowly let me down. As the now ultra-sensitive head of my cock slipped past his lips, one final aftershock blazed through me, and I felt the ooze of warm cum run down my dick. He gently put me back down on the bed, tucked my still twitching penis and my quite empty balls into my panties, not saying a word as he crawled over me.
"Oh, my god, babe," I moaned, not knowing how to put words to what I had just experienced. "I..."
I didn't get another word out before he planted his lips firmly against mine. He gently, yet insistently, opened my mouth with his tongue, and I tasted my semen. I opened my mouth further, eagerly accepting what he offered, and he fed me my entire load, filling my mouth with the delicious, warm cum that I had filled his mouth with only a few minutes earlier. I moaned my approval as we kissed, our tongues swimming together in my sperm, and swallowed. And swallowed again.
After we licked each others' lips clean, he crawled next to me.
"Wow, babe," he told me, "I think that was your biggest load ever!"
I was still awash in the waning pleasure of the cocksucking he had given me.
"And that was the most amazing blowjob," I told him. "Ever!"
I wrapped one hand around his still-soft penis.
"I love you, babe," I whispered to him.
"I sure do love you, sweetie," he whispered back.
And we fell asleep in each others' arms.
Posted by Nicky60 , Sat Feb 02, 2013 10:15 PM
Firstly, there's always the question of pain or discomfort. Yes, you're stretching the interior and exterior sphincters (and yes, there are two of them) around a male penis, and that stretch, like any muscle stretching, will cause the receiving partner to feel a burn or a sting upon initial entry. But there are certain things you, as the giving partner, and certain things the receiving partner can do to minimize and even eliminate that, which I'll detail later.
Secondly, there's the question of pleasure. Certainly, the giving partner will be receiving incredible pleasure - he has his dick stuffed inside a hot, tight, very muscular, caressing, loving tube of flesh. The human rectum is lined from one end to the other with muscle, as this is how the body excretes waste. That muscular channel, as the giving partner is thrusting back and forth, is massaging and grasping at the penis inside it, particularly at the moment of orgasm of the receiving partner; the rectum and the sphincters of the anus begin to ripple in rhythm to the orgasmic pulses the receiving partner experiences, alternately clenching and relaxing on the cock inside, and the pleasure really has to be felt to be believed. My boyfriend describes it as, "It feels like your hot, tight ass is drawing me inside, a clenching wave rolling from the base of my dick all the way to my head, pulling me into your body!"
So let's talk to the receiving partner for a moment. Enough about the giving partner - we all know they're going to love fucking you in the ass. What about you?
I would offer that there are three somewhat broad categories of people when it comes to receiving anal sex:
One, you just hate it. Maybe hate is too strong a word; you dislike it. You have physical, emotional, or psychological discomfort at the mere thought. If you actually got to the point of performing the act, you wind up hating, or at least not enjoying, any moment of it. Perhaps it's a physical pain - that can be fixed, as we'll note below - because you're tight, you're not relaxed, and you just don't feel like your asshole was made to accept a penis. Maybe you are emotionally or psychologically uncomfortable with the idea, and when you're getting fucked, you'd just rather be doing anything else. Perhaps you have philosophical problems with the idea. If you're in this category, you'll probably never submit to the act, and if you ever do, you may decide you never want to do it again. It doesn't bring you any pleasure, but it does cause you plenty of physical pain and/or mental anguish. I would offer that if you find yourself in this category, just be content to pursue other acts of sexual pleasure, and let your partner know, gently, that you're just not interested in the slightest.
Two, you don't hate anal sex, but you don't get any pleasure from it, either. If you're in this group, you might submit to being penetrated because you know how much your partner wants it. You don't feel any discomfort or emotional stress from getting fucked in the ass, but it just doesn't do anything for you, there's no sexual fulfillment there for you, and it just feels like you're "going to the bathroom." For you, anal sex may never be that thrilling, fulfilling, bonding experience some feel with their partner, but you'll continue to offer it to your lover because you adore him and you want him to be happy.
Third, you simply ADORE anal sex! You're highly anally aroused, and the mere thought of getting fucked in the ass, the slight touch of your partner's finger on your anus, the nervous anticipation as you feel his greased cockhead nuzzle your snug rosebud, really gets your sexual juices flowing! When your lover pushes his big dick into you, slowly filling your rectum with his hot, hard flesh, you feel no discomfort or emotional stress. Instead, you feel a loving warmth rush through your body; you feel blissfully, delightfully full; and for you, there's simply no act that equals the intimacy, the excitement, and the fulfillment you experience when your lover fucks you in the ass. You feel a peace, a comfort, and yes, a delicious naughtiness, when you give yourself to your partner this way, and as he's fucking you, you feel wonderfully stuffed, full of his warm cock, coupled to him in the most intimate way possible. When he pulls out of you, you suddenly feel alone, and achingly empty, and you desperately want him to push his cock back into you, to feel loved and full again.
One guess as to which of the three categories I'm in! Yes, I'm highly anally aroused, and have known I was so since before puberty. I love getting fucked in the ass.
Now let's talk about the possibility of pain or discomfort, and the ways to prepare for and enjoy anal sex.
I don't experience any pain or discomfort during anal sex. My boyfriend is eight inches, and a full two inches thick, and I take him balls-deep with ease. Further, he's an aggressive alpha-male top with a particular fondness for slam-fucking, and I'm a power bottom who loves taking his dick up my ass as hard and as fast as he needs to pound me. And as long, too - he has unbelievable stamina, sometimes fucking me for 45 minutes straight and cumming in me twice without ever pulling out or getting soft. He is a magnificent lover! Yes, I'm lucky to have him, but he considers himself quite lucky to have me, too.
So, am I "loose?" Hardly! I can clamp down on him and lock his cock in me so tightly he'll nearly pass out with pleasure. I've even left purple bruise rings on his dick on a few occasions.
An anal sex virgin, or one who receives anal sex rarely, will probably feel some discomfort, and perhaps even pain. For a person who takes a cock, or a dildo, in the ass very rarely, the sphincters, just as with any muscle, tighten and resist penetration. In the case of a virgin, this is simply because they are being opened and penetrated for the first time. If you are introducing your lover to anal sex, as the penetrating partner, there are things you can do to minimize or even eliminate any pain or discomfort, and make the act of anal intercourse pleasurable for both of you.
First of all, anal sex isn't the best act for those spontaneous sessions. It's always best if the receiving partner has the opportunity to prepare. This entails voiding well, and rinsing out with a simple warm water enema a few times. Being clean - inside and out - will help the receiving partner be more relaxed, having the confidence that nothing unpleasant will happen. Rinsing the rectum, however, also washes away much of the natural mucous lubrication, so use a good-quality lubricant, and use plenty of it, but not so much that things become sloppy. After I rinse out, I use a child's medicine dosage syringe to pump a generous teaspoon or so of Astroglide gel inside me a few minutes before I join my boyfriend in bed for an added measure of lubrication. Of course, before he fucks me, either he or I will lube up his big cock thoroughly, and as he enters me, he'll also spread that additional dosage of lube throughout my rectum, making my love tunnel slick and sexy.
I also prepare ahead of time, after I've rinsed out, by pushing a buttplug up my ass, slipping it in and out several times over a few minutes, then wearing it around for 10 or 15 minutes. This helps considerably in stretching and relaxing the sphincters, preparing them to accept penetration more easily and comfortably. This isn't really a requirement, and I don't do it always, but I know some days my man just has that animal need to shove his dick into me and empty his balls in my "pussy" the moment he sees me. By preparing myself this way, he's perfectly free to stuff he cock up my ass and pound away with little or no foreplay, and I'm perfectly comfortable - indeed, I'm in heaven - with his magnificent meat plowing me! Often times I don't do this, occasionally just because I want him to have that delightful sensation of pushing into my very tight ass, and sometimes because I can't, if I'm meeting him at lunch or after work for a quickie, for example.
If you're an anal virgin, though, I would recommend skipping the buttplug or dildo, and going straight to breaking that cherry - gently and lovingly - with the penetrating partner's cock. That will make that first act of anal intercourse so much more intimate and memorable.
So, what is a guy who really wants to get his dick up his girl's - or his guy's - virgin ass to do? Or, if they aren't an anal virgin, but they want to offer themselves to you, but haven't had anal sex in a very long time, and want to poke their toes back into those waters?
First, let's start with position. One of the best to start with is missionary. With a pillow under the receiver's ass to get some elevation, and her (we'll assume for simplicity now that it's a woman) legs spread high and wide, the pelvic floor is naturally opened and relaxed in this position. Another good position for beginners is cowgirl; she can sit on your cock and be in control of how much and how fast she takes it. Doggie is not the best position for an anal newbie.
Now she's in bed and ready for you. She's got her legs spread high and wide, with her ankles behind her head (you lucky son of a bitch), her bare pussy is dripping, and her cute little asshole is just begging for your big cock. What do you do?
If you shove your dick up her ass and start banging away, she'll probably hate every minute of it, your cock will never again enjoy the blissful, warm confines of your girl's tight butt, and you might even get hit with a restraining order!
Take her slowly, gently, and lovingly. Lube up your cock thoroughly, and gently press against her hole. It helps here if she consciously relaxes her sphincters to let you in. As you slip into her, her muscular rings will stretch around your cock, and she will feel that sting, that burn. DON'T attempt full penetration yet! Listen to her, and do what she says. If she wants you out, pull your cock out of her. Your goal - for both of you - is to get the muscles to stretch, to relax, and to accept your cock. After holding an inch or two of your cock in her for a few seconds, pull out, and let her relax. After 10 or 15 seconds, when she's ready, push into her again. She will again feel that sting as your cock stretches her asshole. Hold it in her, then pull out and let her relax again. Be patient, and gentle, and repeat this several times over a few minutes, and she will reward you. When she's relaxed and ready, you'll push into her, and she won't feel that sting anymore, as her muscular rings have stretched and become used to the penetration. She'll begin to feel a wonderful and sensual warmth as you slowly fill her, and you'll both be ready to enjoy the ecstasy of anal sex. She's ready for you to start fucking her at this stage, and she shouldn't feel any pain or discomfort.
Now that she's "broken in," and she feels pleasure with your cock buried in her butt, you can move on to different positions and different stroking techniques. A personal favorite of mine that's also great for shower sex - I LOVE standing, bending over, grabbing my ankles, and getting "long-stroked," as my boyfriend calls it - with his dick buried in me, he grabs my hips, pulls out until only the cockhead is inside (or for advanced bottoms, pulls out all the way, leaving me gaping), then shoves his entire length balls-deep back in me, and repeat; the incredible sensations of being achingly empty to blissfully stuffed, over and over again, are deliciously mind-blowing! I absolutely love the cowgirl position; lubing up my boyfriend's big dick, that dick he's about to sodomize me with, as he lays back, relaxing, is a deliciously submissive thing to do. Straddling him and sitting on that thick cock, feeling him slowly fill me as I slide down his pole, impaling myself on his flesh, is incredible. Spooning is wonderfully intimate, loving, and romantic. One of our very favorites is a modification of the spoon where I'm on my side in an "L" shape, and he's "on his haunches," with his heels under his ass, and his thighs spread around my ass, one along my thighs and one along my back - the "modified T-square" position. This position, in particular, is so relaxing, so comfortable, and so perfect for me, I've told him he could fuck me in the ass all night if he wanted to. Another favorite is the spoons-face-down position, where I'm flat on the bed on my stomach, with my legs slightly spread, and he lays on top of me with his cock buried in me, his weight and warmth a comforting blanket as he slowly and lovingly humps my ass.
That's about it! Enjoy anal sex with your girl! Or your guy!
Posted by Nicky60 , Wed Dec 12, 2012 10:35 PM
I was only 21, and by today's standards I might seem like a late-bloomer. I had some experience with two women, but none - yet - with men, even though I knew quite plainly that I was very bisexual. I longed for a chance to be with a man, and to discover if the experience was everything I had hoped and fantasized it would be.
I mailed a short letter of introduction, along with a photograph, of myself to their listed P.O. box. This newfangled internet makes such encounters so much easier these days! About a week and a half later, I got a phone call.
"Nick, this is Dan. You answered our ad, and we would like very much to meet you."
I was shaking with nervous anticipation as I listened to his voice, my mind reeling with possibilities as I wrote down particulars of where and when we would meet.
Would they like me? Would I like them? Would I be naked and in bed with this man in the next week? Perhaps with his dick in my mouth? Would his wife watch? Will she want me to fuck her? Will he want to fuck me?
We arranged to meet at a popular sports bar on a Saturday evening. It was crowded, and noisy, but I found them surprisingly easy. Dan was my height at nearly six feet, handsome, stocky but not overweight, and sported a full beard. It was the '80's, after all. Sam, short for Samantha, was tall, probably 5 foot 9, slim, very pretty, with very light strawberry-blond hair and pale skin. Physically, I was immediately attracted to both of them, and they were to me. Still, I was incredibly nervous, though not from any reluctance. It was an anxiety from the excitement.
We slipped into a booth, where they sat together, and I sat opposite them. The ceaseless and loud conversations around us made for good cover for our own conversation, which after a while, turned to more intimate topics. We spent a good two hours getting to know each other that evening, but, they both apologized, they couldn't invite me home that particular night. They promised me, however, that they would have their young son stay at her parents' home one weekend night very soon, and I would be welcome to join them.
We left the sports bar, and reluctantly said goodbyes in the parking lot. I shook Dan's hand warmly; Sam, however, didn't offer her hand. She, instead, took me in her arms and kissed me, sensuously, on the lips. As if looking for approval, I glanced past her at Dan. He was beaming, with a bright smile from ear to ear.
"We'll see you very soon," Sam said as she let her hands slip from mine.
Four days later, I got that call. Dan gave me their home address, and told me I would be welcome to come over that Friday evening, and that I could stay as briefly, or as long, as I would like.
Their home was about a 45-minute drive, but it went by incredibly quickly. I parked in front of their house, and fairly floated up the sidewalk. Still nervous. Shaking.
Somehow, I was able to ring the doorbell, and Sam invited me in. She was wearing a very short satin robe, and, as I would find out in the next few minutes, nothing else. Dan greeted me in the living room, still wearing his business attire. I could discern a pronounced bulge in his khaki slacks. More nervousness. Sam excused herself to get a drink for me, and returned only a moment later.
"Why don't we relax for a bit in the hot tub?" she suggested.
Dan was already unbuttoning his shirt.
"I didn't bring a swimsuit," I said naively, and with some embarrassment.
"Nicky, honey, you won't need one," Sam replied, as she set her drink down on the cocktail table.
She pulled the bow on her robe loose with one hand, and let it slide from her shoulders to the floor. She was spectacularly naked, slim, as I had observed at our first meeting, with A/B tits and lovely nipples, and barely a wisp of a bush, the same pale strawberry-blond as her long hair.
I stared dumbly at her for a minute, and she, sensing my nervousness, came to me and took me by the hand that wasn't holding my drink. In my peripheral vision, Dan was pushing his pants to the floor. He was now naked, too.
"Nick, you are our guest," she whispered. "We invited you, because we both think you're a wonderful and very sexy man. We want you to be comfortable, relaxed, and enjoy your time with us."
She began to take off my clothes, starting with my shirt. Dan stood a bit more than arm's-length away, smiling, and obviously enjoying watching his wife undress me. He had a thick carpet of reddish-brown chest hair that began at his shoulders and went all the way down, before finally thinning on his muscular thighs. He had a very manly bush, a thick tangle from which his nicely thick, nearly eight inch dick was now jutting proudly. His balls had somewhat less fur, and were full, round, and hanging about four inches below the base of his cock.
Sam unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them down my thighs. I was wearing a very tiny, VERY low-rise bikini brief, in red. It was actually too small for me, on purpose - it was so low, it showed a generous amount of my crack in the back, and barely contained my modest male equipment in front. This particular evening, in the presence of this beautiful, and beautifully naked, married couple, my state of arousal was quite evident in that little bikini.
"Very nice!" Sam commented as she helped me step out of my jeans.
She "accidentally" brushed her hand across my cotton-jersey-clad balls and hardening prick as she stood, and she put her arms around me and kissed me. I responded in kind, taking her lovely naked body in my arms, and as I did so, she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue past my lips. We began passionately French-kissing, and my right hand moved down to caress and to knead her ass.
As we were kissing, I felt another pair of hands at my waist - Dan's - and before I knew it, my underwear was being pushed down my hips. I was now naked, and sandwiched between husband and wife. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass as he embraced both of us, and felt my head begin to swim with excitement and adrenaline as he fondled my cock and balls.
It was Sam who finally broke our embrace.
"Let's hit the hot tub!"
She took each of us by the hand, and led us out the back door to the pool. It was already dark, and rather cool, and the pool lights were on, bathing the patio and back yard in a soft blue glow. I glanced about, and noted that the neighbors could have gotten an eyeful of us, had they wished, and if their eyes had been accustomed to the very low light. There was no light on in the spa, however, and the three of us slipped into the warm, bubbling water. There was already a bottle of wine and three glasses on a low table by the spa, so someone had obviously thought ahead! We sat there, getting to know each other better, while relaxing and sipping wine. Our hands frequently found things to do above and below the waterline as we talked.
After about 45 minutes, the wine bottle was empty, and the three of us were feeling very good. We climbed out of the hot tub, and Sam and Dan busied themselves with toweling me dry. Along the way, my cock somehow found its way into Sam's mouth very briefly, as Dan fondled my balls. She purposefully retreated a little to dry herself off, it occurred to me as I thought about it later, leaving me there with a towel next to her dripping husband. I toweled him thoroughly dry, paying special attention to the luxurious fur on his chest, belly, and loins, and to his cock, balls, and ass.
We left the damp towels draped on the patio furniture, and retreated to the bedroom. Dan and Sam did absolutely everything possible to make me feel welcome and loved, but I still felt a bit timid. Sam began by taking both our cocks in her mouth as we knelt on the bed, and Dan and I had our arms around each others' shoulders as we watched her suck our dicks. From there, Dan dove into her pussy as she lay on her back, and she motioned me over, wanting me to feed her my cock. We explored several different positions together that night, culminating in Sam and I in a tight 69 with me on the bottom, as Dan fucked her. I enjoyed the view as I ate her pussy, with Dan's handsome cock pushing in and out of her. My tongue spent about as much time on her clit as it did on his dick, and with every stroke, his low, hairy balls rolled across my face. I was in heaven!
Dan finally came, pumping his big load up his wife's pussy, and I came soon after. Sam stroked me to orgasm, and I spurted all over her hand, and my semen ran down over my cock and balls. I learned later that she didn't like the taste or the feel of a man cumming in her mouth. At that moment, I didn't know whether I did or not, but when Dan pulled his cock out of her, his cum mixed with her juices poured into my mouth, and I eagerly took it all. I swallowed the warm, heady, delicious mixture, and licked her clean.
We took a few minutes to clean up, and both of them made it very clear to me that I was welcome to stay the night. We fell asleep in their bed, all naked, with Sam nestled between us. I woke up a couple of times during that night, and, understandably, briefly didn't realize where I was. Each time, I found Sam naked next to me, and Dan not even an arm's-reach away. I fell asleep comfortably and contentedly.
The way things turned out that evening, Dan and I really devoted our attention to Sam, and aside from some brief fondling, and the delightful proximity of his cock and balls to my face during the 69, he and I didn't do anything with each other. That would change the next morning.
I awoke on that Saturday to Sam caressing me softly. We began to kiss, and at that moment, Dan stepped out of the master bath, having just finished a shower.
"Don't mind me, kids," I recall him saying, as Sam and I continued to kiss and grope each other.
I was hard, but it was obvious she had other things in mind for me.
"Let's get a shower," she suggested.
She led me to the shower, and we kept up our kissing and frolicking as the warm water cascaded down onto us. Despite all the sex play - neither of us took the other to orgasm - we lathered each other well, rinsed off, and toweled each other dry. Yes, we actually did get showers.
She looked me up and down as I stood naked in their bathroom, as if sizing me up. She then disappeared into the bedroom. She emerged a moment later wearing a sheer black lace bra and bikini panty set. Then came the surprise.
"Nicky, we're the same size," she said. "You can wear this."
She handed me a tiny sheer lace bikini that looked for all the world like the match to the one she was wearing, only this one was red.
"Uh..." I started, not really sure of the idea.
"Trust me," she said, reassuringly, then turned slowly so I could look at her.
The bikini she was wearing was absolutely sheer. I could see everything - the cleft of her sweet pussy and the luscious crack between her nicely round cheeks.
"And," she added, "Dan will love to see you in this!"
This wasn't the beginning of my love of panties - I already had a small collection of my own by age 21 – but this certainly reinforced my love of wearing women's underwear. I stepped into them carefully, pulling the sheer net-and-lace panties up my thighs, and smoothed them into place on my hips as I tucked my cock and balls into them. Everything I had was clearly on display through the thin, sheer fabric, and I could feel the back crawling into the crack of my ass, so I knew I wasn't just showing off the package in front, I was also showing plenty of cheek in back. Sam motioned for me to turn around so she could get a look. I obeyed.
"You look so sexy!" she exclaimed. "Come on!"
Sam led me by the hand into the kitchen, where Dan was making coffee.
She let go of my hand, leaving me there in the middle of the kitchen in those fuck-me red panties, and took two more steps over to her husband. One hand went around his neck as she pulled him to her to kiss him, and the other went around his cock, stroking him. He was getting hard as I watched the two of them. They broke off their kiss and looked at me.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Sam asked him.
Dan just smiled as he looked me up and down. I was more than just a little embarrassed, standing there in her panties as he looked me over.
"Oh, and Nicky wants to tell you something, honey," she added, as if a thought just popped into her head.
I couldn't recall mentioning anything to her that I might have wanted to say.
"He wants to suck your dick," she said, as she kissed him again.
She looked at me again, smiling, as she stroked her husband's cock. He was very hard, and I could feel my face turning very red. The adrenaline coursing through me, and the flush of my cheeks, must have been obvious.
"Don't you, Nicky?" she asked.
All those years, and all those nights, fantasizing about having a big cock in my mouth; all those dreams of what I would do, as I masturbated, thinking of the possibilities; and all those desires, looking at magazines, and wishing I were the woman in the picture, sucking the man's dick, instead of wishing I were the man; everything had led me to this moment, standing in Sam and Dan's kitchen, in her panties, with a handsome, naked, and hard man only a few feet away. I knew I would be sucking his cock in a moment, and the thought made my head spin and my knees wobbly.
They were still looking at me, and I realized I hadn't answered Sam's question.
"Yes," I squeaked.
I'm not even sure how any sound came out of my mouth at that moment. Sam reached out a hand to me, the hand which wasn't still stroking her husband's cock, and I took it. She drew me to them, and kissed me.
"Enjoy it," she whispered, as she wrapped my hand around his cock.
She stepped away, leaving me there with Dan, and sat at the kitchen table. She hung one leg over the arm of the chair, leaving her legs spread very wide, and slipped a hand into her panties.
My head was still swimming, but I found myself on my knees, with Dan's big dick only an inch or two from my mouth. I clearly remember his big, handsome cock; his thick bush; his heavy and, I imagined, full balls hanging below his cock, resting on his furry thighs. I remember wondering if I would do well enough, this first time, to get those balls to yield their reward. His dense pubes thinned an inch or so from his root, but his fur carried on up his stomach and onto his chest. That view of him is still quite vivid in my mind.
I remember taking his dick into my mouth and sucking him. I don't remember what I did, as far as technique is concerned, as I blew him. I don't remember what I did with my hands as I sucked his dick. I remember thinking at the time, after all those years of dreaming of this moment, imagining that I would enjoy sucking a man, that when the moment finally came, I really, truly loved sucking cock; I loved having a man's thick penis in my mouth.
I can't recall how long I sucked his dick there in the kitchen, and I can't imagine that my first blowjob was that great, but I do remember hearing his moans of pleasure, and his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair and urging me on. I also remember how hard my own cock was, straining against the thin mesh and lace of Sam's panties, as I sucked him.
I remember very well as he stiffened, he uttered a long, low moan of pleasure, and his cock began to twitch in my mouth. Abruptly, I felt and tasted his semen as he came in my mouth. I swallowed once after the first few spurts, feeling his cum slip down my throat, and that sent me over the edge. I felt at that moment that I had finally, irrevocably, crossed a sexual line. The comfort and peace I felt with his dick in my mouth, the feeling and the taste of his warm, slimy sperm spilling from his cock, the way his wad slid down my throat, all of these overwhelmed my senses, and my heightened state of sexual arousal built quickly to a crescendo and exploded. As Dan's cock throbbed in my mouth, still spurting his seed, that sexual electricity sparked in my loins like a thunderclap, and my own cock throbbed in my panties as spurt after spurt poured out of my balls, erupting from my hard dick. I moaned briefly on Dan's thick member as I came, and I could feel my cum soaking the little panties, running down between my balls and my thigh, and into the crack of my ass. I had never even touched my cock; the excitement of blowing a man and taking his load in my mouth triggered my spontaneous orgasm.
Finally spent, Dan pulled his cock from my mouth, and I swallowed. I looked over at Sam, who still had her hand in her panties, and she smiled contentedly. She reluctantly pulled her hand from her pussy, got up, and came over to me. She offered a hand to help me to my feet, and I stood. Dan turned his attention back to coffee, his cock still hard and waving about as he padded around the kitchen.
"Let's get you some new panties," Sam suggested.
I followed her to the bathroom, and she cleaned me up using a wet towel. She got me fresh panties, a tiny hot pink string-bikini brief that left even less to the imagination than the panties I came in. She actually giggled at the sight of me in those.
We went back to the kitchen, and Dan had mugs of hot coffee for us. We sat at the kitchen table and chatted about things, but mostly sex. Dan asked me if I'd enjoyed sucking his cock. Sam interjected that I obviously had, since I came in my panties. I admitted to them that it was the first time I had sucked cock, but loved it, and wanted to do it as often as I could. Dan laughed as he suggested I would have another opportunity in another hour or so; I told him I would be ready when he was ready. Sam admitted that she didn't like cum in her mouth, nor performing blowjobs, and that she preferred straight cock-in-pussy sex. I half-jokingly said she wouldn't have to worry about sucking her husband's dick as long as I was around.
It was that quip, and two more nights together with them, that got me invited to live in their house. I moved into my own room a month after that first evening, though I rarely slept there. I usually slept in Dan and Sam's bed, either between them, or with Sam between us. I sucked Dan's cock two or three times a day, and got to eat and to fuck Sam as often as she wanted me to, usually four or five times a week. To neighbors and to their young son, I was her somewhat distant cousin who needed a cheap place to live while in college; to them, I was their lover who wouldn't say "no" to any sexual request they made – the cost of my room and board. After a few weeks, I only wore panties around them, sometimes Sam's, sometimes my own purchased on shopping trips with Sam. Frequently, Dan would call, horny, from his office, and I would, if my school schedule cooperated, meet him there and give him that relief he needed while we sat in his Mercedes in a dark corner of the parking garage.
The one thing Dan wouldn't do, but that I really wanted him to do, was fuck me. He had no interest, and they both found anal sex dirty and offensive. It's a shame; if he had wanted to fuck me, I would have stayed with them longer. Much longer.
It's been three decades since my first blowjob, but I still remember that first experience vividly, and very fondly. Lovers have come, and lovers have gone. Now, I'm lucky to have a wonderful, handsome, loving man in my life who tells me (and not without reason) that I'm the best cocksucker he's ever known, and further, his most favorite thing, that which gives him the most pleasure, is to stuff his big dick up my "pussy," and fuck me in the ass like I'm his little whore!
Which I am!
Posted by Nicky60 , Sat Nov 10, 2012 02:40 PM
As soon as I got to his office, and the door was locked behind us, I was in his arms, and our mouths were locked together in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue pushed between my lips, and my tongue met his, probing, exploring. I sucked at his tongue briefly as if it were a small cock, where I caressed and fondled it with my own.
"I've missed you so much, babe," I whispered to him after we finally broke off our kiss.
"Missed you, too, sweetie," he whispered back as I kissed his neck.
My hands got busy at the front of his jeans, first groping his already-hardening cock through the denim, then unbutton and unzipping them.
"What are you doing?" he asked playfully.
"Well," I replied softly, as I reached into his now-unzipped pants and fondled his growing dick, " in about five seconds, I'm going to be sucking your cock!"
"You're so good to me!" he said as I dropped to my knees.
I pushed his jeans down to mid thigh, freeing his cock. I quickly took him into my mouth while fondling his full balls with my hand. With the other, I reached up into his shirt, caressing his hairy chest. Soon enough, I had his entire penis in my mouth, with my lips wrapped tightly around the base of his dick, my nose pressed into his manly tangle of pubes, his balls resting against my chin, and his big cockhead trying to make that downward turn into my throat as he continued to grow. Not quite able to stop the reflex, I gagged softly on him as he swelled to his full size in my warm, wet mouth.
"Oh, fuck, I've needed this," he said softly as his cock plugged my throat.
He took my head in his hands, and gently - but insistently - humped my face, thrusting his handsome cock in my mouth. Each thrust found his bush tickling my nose and his balls bouncing on my chin as his cockhead slipped down my throat. I happily and eagerly let him use me as he needed and pressed my tongue against his shaft while gripping his bare ass with both hands, urging him to fuck my mouth. I let go of a cheek briefly to push his jeans all the way to the floor, then resumed my hold on his ass. He never broke rhythm as he stepped out of the pants around his ankles, and let go of my head to peel off his shirt. My handsome man was now wonderfully naked, and still fucking my face with urgent, throat-stretching strokes.
"Fuck, that feels so good, babe," he moaned above me.
After a few moments, his thrusts slowed, and he pulled his cock from my mouth. He helped me to my feet, and quickly dropped to his knees, unbuckling my belt and dropping my Dockers to the floor. I pulled my golf shirt over my head as he freed my hard cock from my little string-bikini panties in a deep shade of fuck-me red. I ran my hands through his to-die-for blond hair as I watched my dick disappear into his mouth. In no time, he had me settled into that natural, lusty rhythm, as I humped my dick in his mouth. He's an incredible cocksucker (but he says I'm the best he's ever had), and after only a few minutes, I was holding his head still, urging him to slow down.
"Ooh, babe, slower!" I gasped. "Unless you want a mouthful of cum!"
He pulled away, still stroking my saliva-slick cock with his fist.
"Of course I want a mouthful of your sweet cum, baby, but not yet."
He stood, his hand still wrapped around my dick, and our mouths met again as I wrapped my hand around his manly cock. He was very firm, filling my hand nicely, but not quite rock hard.
"I don't think I'm going to stay hard enough to fuck you, sweetie," he said, the sadness evident in his voice.
"That's okay, babe," I assured him. "I'll blow you instead. You know how much I love sucking your dick."
I led him by the hand over to the couch, where I quickly reclined, hanging my head over the arm.
"Come fuck my mouth," I told him.
He eagerly complied, taking up a position standing at the end of the couch next to my head. His dick sure seemed rock-hard to me as he guided it into my mouth. He braced himself with one hand on the arm of the couch next to my head, and one hand on the back of the couch, as he pushed his cock into my mouth and beyond. I was in one of my favorite positions ever, with my head wedged between his furry thighs, his big dick lodged in my throat, and his heavy nuts resting against my nose and cheek. He started fucking me with short thrusts, using my mouth and throat like a pussy.
I was in heaven. I grabbed the backs of his thighs with both hands, encouraging him, as I enjoyed the view of his balls and ass. He bent over me, and I felt his weight as he lay down on me. He tucked the string waistband of my panties under my balls, and took my dick down his throat. We settled into a blissful 69 as we sucked each others' dicks on his office couch. I was resigned, comfortable, and entirely at ease as he fucked my throat, his muscular thighs mashed against my face and his furry balls bouncing off my nose with each thrust.
And a brief aside: ladies, and gay men - if you've experienced giving yourself to your man in this position, you know how deliciously rewarding it is to surrender yourself to his pleasure and submissively let yourself be used by him. You also know it can cause some anxiety and panic if you're not absolutely confident in your partner, or if he crosses the line and gets overly abusive. And men, if your partner willingly gives you this, you have to know they're entrusting you with their comfort and safety, and it takes a lot of confidence in you, and love for you, to assume this position. So guys, don't abuse your partner or cause them emotional or physical stress - unless you've discussed it with them and they want to be aggressively used and/or abused.
My boyfriend lay heavily on me in that delicious 69 for several minutes, sucking my cock, while urgently mating with my mouth and throat. I felt my own orgasm rising, mainly due to his expert oral assault on my member, but also because of the sexual arousal I felt at having his big dick stuffed down my throat, and further spurred by the wonderfully arousing view that filled my vision. I found his hand and gripped it tightly, signalling him to slow down. He read my intentions, perhaps too deeply, let my cock slip from his mouth, and lifted up off of me.
Now standing, he backed away just a bit, pulling his dick from my mouth. He began stroking himself urgently only an inch or two above my face. It is incredibly difficult to get my man to orgasm solely by sucking his cock, for reasons I won't divulge. In the years we've been lovers, I've managed it three times, and those three were - in his words - the best blowjobs of his life. Still, I absolutely adore sucking his cock, even though I know he will get so close, for so long, that he will become frustrated, and have to, put bluntly, "take matters into his own hands." I don't mind this at all; I want him to have that pleasure as he needs it.
I grabbed the backs of his thighs again, pulling him closer to me, until his balls were on my lips. I eagerly took his balls in my mouth, sucking them and caressing them with my tongue, and he stroked his big cock furiously. After a minute or two, I knew he had to be getting close, from his heavier breathing.
"Ohhh, yeah," he groaned.
I let his nuts slip from my mouth as he backed away from me once more. He leaned over me, supporting himself with one hand on my chest, as he aimed his big cock at my now open and eager mouth. He grunted and gasped with the rhythm of his orgasm as his semen spurted from his dick into my mouth. Mostly. One spurt painted a white stripe of sweetness across my lips as he came. After several seconds, his spurts slowed to oozes, and he aimed his cock at my mouth and pushed inside, letting me take charge again.
He slowly fucked my mouth as he enjoyed his sexual high, and I sucked and caressed his penis with my lips and tongue as I bathed him in his own sperm. His sweet taste, the warmth and delightful texture of his cum in my mouth as I continued to suck his dick, and the knowledge that I had pleased him, giving him that release he desperately needed, filled all my senses. I was so madly in love and in lust with this wonderful man!
After three or four minutes, he began to soften, and he pulled his cock from my lips. Parting was never as sweet a sorrow as that. Only then did I swallow his load, enjoying that lusty feeling as his warm, slimy wad slipped down my throat.
He returned his attention to my cock. I was still reclined on the couch, and he got on his knees next to me and began aggressively sucking my dick. Between deepthroating my entire seven inches, and stroking me with his closed fist, he was pouring on the pleasure like only he can. Soon enough, I was humping into his mouth as he blew me. After only two or three minutes, I came.
"Oh, fuck, babe!" I exclaimed as I arched my back up to meet him.
My ass was a good foot off the sofa as my balls erupted, sending spurt after spurt of my semen through my cock and into his mouth. He sucked me hard and fast, milking me with his fist, as he took my load. Slowly, I let myself fall back onto the couch as he squeezed the last of the sperm from my very hard cock. He let my member slip from his lips, then turned toward me. His lips met mine, his tongue opened my mouth, and my big, warm load of semen slid from his mouth into mine. Tasting my own sperm from his mouth aroused me even more, and I licked and sucked at his tongue and his lips. I swirled my semen throughout my mouth before swallowing my second load in ten minutes.
"Thanks, baby," I said, my mouth still filled with the sweet taste of our cumloads.
"No, thank YOU, sweetie!" he offered.
His hand had yet to leave my cock, and he squeezed my shaft one more time. A large ooze of creamy, snow-white semen emerged from my hole, which he quickly and eagerly licked up and swallowed.
He collapsed on the couch opposite me, reclining against the far arm. He was completely naked, and I still had my tiny panties on, and our legs were intertwined as we sat there together. We spent a few minutes chatting about life and love before admitting that we both had things to do.
We got off the couch and began to pull on our clothes. We shared one final, loving embrace and kiss before we left.
Hope you enjoyed that!
Posted by Nicky60 , Tue Oct 02, 2012 07:27 PM
I met him at his office. He closed and locked the door, and immediately
we were in each others' arms. We kissed, and our tongues came together,
exploring, intertwining, arousing.
"I've missed you so much," I whispered.
"I've missed you, too, babe," he breathed.
I unfastened his blue jeans and unzipped his fly as we kissed, and found
that he wasn't wearing any underwear -- huge turn-on for me. I
wrapped my hand around his already-firm and rapidly hardening penis, and
stroked him gently.
"Is that what you want, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, yessss..." I moaned into his open mouth, "I'll be down here if you
need me, babe."
I disengaged from our embrace and dropped to my knees. My lover's
magnificent cock was now jutting proudly from his tangled bush. I licked
and sucked at his head for a few seconds before taking his thick eight
inches quickly and easily down my throat. I pressed my nose into his
tickly pubes before pushing back off him. I sucked every inch of his
length, keeping my lips locked tightly around his shaft as I withdrew, then
rolled my tongue all around his head while holding two inches of his dick
in my mouth. I paid special attention to the very sensitive underside,
just behind the glans, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, then
flattening and pressing my tongue firmly against him and caressing him as I
sucked his cock. I went down on my man all the way, over and over, taking
his length into my mouth and throat, and he matched my rhythm, gently
fucking my face, pushing his bush into my nose and bouncing his balls
against my chin.
"Oh, you are so good at that..." he whispered excitedly as he put his hands
on my head, urging me on.
My lover says I'm the best cocksucker he's ever had. I know, from his
past, that he has quite a bit of experience, and knowing I give him a
first-class blowjob makes me feel great. I continued sucking his dick for
a few minutes, reaching under his shirt to caress his chest, then got back
to my feet. I still needed to get out of my clothes.
We kissed briefly again.
"I love you so much, babe," I whispered as I kissed his neck.
"I love you, too, sweetie," he whispered back.
I tugged off my sweatshirt as he attended to my belt and jeans. Seconds
later, I was standing before him in only my panties.
"Oh, these are so nice," he cooed at me as he groped my ass through the
I was wearing a tiny lime-green bikini panty that had a one-inch-wide
all-lace waistband. It barely covered me, front and back, and my man
gripped my hard seven-inch cock through the panties with one hand as he
groped and kneaded my ass with the other. It was his turn now. He
tugged his shirt off, kicked off his boots, and dropped his jeans in a pile
by the door. He was naked.
He dropped to his knees, freed my cock from my little panties, and took me
into his mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby," I breathed as he sucked my dick.
One hand slid up and under the fabric, cupping one ass cheek before
fondling my balls as he blew me. He loves to suck me off, because I cum a
lot, and he loves the taste and feel of my cum in his mouth before he
swallows my load. I felt his fingers exploring my lightly-furry crack,
followed quickly by that delicious feeling of one big finger pressing into
me. He knows I love it when he sucks my dick while pushing a finger up my
ass, and I indicated my approval by running my fingers through his blond
hair while putting one foot on his thigh, giving him easier access to my
little hole. I was rewarded quickly as his finger plunged deeper into
me. I had already prepared myself before I went to his office, having
showered, and having pushed a generous dab of Vaseline up my ass,
thoroughly lubricating my love channel.
I could have easily let him blow me to completion right there, but I had
other plans. I had told him since we only had twenty minutes together
that we should just satisfy ourselves with blowjobs; we were going to meet
later in the week and have four hours together, and he could fuck me as
much as he wanted. But that morning, since we hadn't seen each other in
over a month, I knew I wanted more, and he needed more. I pulled my cock
free from his mouth, and urged him to his feet. He reluctantly pulled his
finger from my hole and stood, and we were in each others' arms again.
"Do you want something more than my finger up your pussy, baby?" he asked
Being lovers now for more than a year, I knew my man well enough to hear
the hope and longing in the question.
"Shh," I whispered, putting my finger to his lips, "I brought a surprise
I reached down into the handwarmer pocket of the sweatshirt I had been
wearing, and pulled out a tube of Astroglide. I gave it to him, watching
the joy and anticipation light up his face.
"You want me to fuck you, sweetie?"
"Sort of." I replied. â€œI want you to lay back on the couch, and
I'm going to sit on you."
Instead of reclining on the couch, he sat on the padded footstool, and,
using a pillow, lay back against the windowsill. He squeezed a generous
tablespoon or so of the lube into his hand and smoothed the cool gel over
his magnificent dick as I stepped out of my panties and straddled him. He
squeezed a little more of the Astroglide onto his fingers, and, reaching
between my open legs, pressed the lube into my crack. He slipped one
finger into me, pushing the lube into my warm, snug tunnel. The entire
time, my lover was looking up at me, smiling. He knew he would soon be in
sexual heaven, his big cock surrounded, hugged, caressed, and loved by my
hot, tight, silky "pussy." I smiled back at him, knowing I would be in a
sexual heaven of my own, with his thick, warm penis stuffed deep inside me,
filling me, comforting me, flooding me with an overwhelming sensual warmth
After making sure I was ready, he wiped his hand on a towel, and I lowered
myself onto him. He held his cock erect, and I positioned myself over him
until I felt his cockhead nuzzle my snug rosebud. I slowly let my weight
settle on him, feeling that wonderful, delightful sensation as his bare
cock opened me and slowly filled me as I sat on him.
"Aaaahhhhhh," he breathed, as his big dick slipped into the warm, tight,
velvety confines of my rectum.
He gripped my thighs as I impaled myself on his rigid meat, and after only
a few seconds, I was sitting with my full weight on his lap, with eight
inches of thick penis up my butt.
"Babe, I know I say this every time we're together," I whispered to him,
"but I wish I could describe to you how incredible this feels, having you
I leaned forward and kissed him.
"Do you like having your big cock up my little pussy, baby?" I asked him,
teasingly, already knowing the obvious answer.
"I LOVE getting my big cock up your little pussy, sweetie!" he exclaimed.
Of all the things we did together, when it came to sex, my man's most
passionate, animal, ardent love and desire was to fuck me in the ass.
Which was completely fine with me, as I absolutely ADORED getting fucked in
the ass. I loved sucking my man's cock, and I did it often, but anal sex
was, for both of us, the most intimate, most primal, most pleasurable, and
most fulfilling act. For me particularly, having his penis buried in me,
having him make love to me, and having him cum deep inside me, was the most
feminine way I could give myself to him. To couple with him in that most
intimate way, to satisfy his most basic masculine, virile need by coming to
orgasm inside me, spurting and spreading his semen in me, brought me a
profound peace and calm, a comfort and contentment that nothing else could
"And I love GETTING your big cock in my little pussy, babe!"
I sat in his lap with my full weight, enjoying the blissful, sensual
feeling of his dick up my ass. My own cock was very hard, and as I began
rocking on him cowgirl-style, it bobbed and waved, bouncing off his stomach
with each thrust. I reached back and groped and caressed his balls as he
started humping against me, wanting to coax his warm load of sweet sperm
out of his full nuts into my hot butt. I felt the root of his thick,
hard, well-lubed shaft, and tickled him with my fingers, right up to the
point where his cock was buried in my tight asshole.
"Mmmm, this feels so good, baby!" I purred, riding his delicious cock.
He wrapped one hand around my cock and began stroking me. We settled into
that natural, lusty rhythm of love that seems hardwired into nearly all
male animals, and as I sat on him, riding his dick, he humped into me,
making sure I got every inch of his masculine erection. We continued
making love in his office for several minutes, lost together in the
pleasure and ecstasy of our intimate coupling.
"Let's cum together," he said finally, jerking my cock more urgently.
I reached and grabbed the lube off the couch behind us, and squeezed the
cool gel into my hand. He let me take over, and I began stroking my cock
as he fucked me, wanting to time our orgasms so we came at the same time.
I could see the sexual pleasure building in his handsome face, and with the
growing urgency he thrust his big cock into me, I knew he was getting
close. I wasn't quite there yet, but I didn't want my lover to hold
back. I wanted him to let go and ride the pleasure of his orgasm without
waiting for me. Abruptly, I felt his whole body tense as he groaned,
gripped my thighs tightly, and pushed deeper into me.
"Ooh, fuck," he grunted.
"Oh, yeah," I urged him on, "c'mon, baby! Cum in me!"
He humped my ass with short, jerking thrusts as he gasped with orgasmic
pleasure. I felt my own pleasure and satisfaction rise as he pumped his
load deep in my hot pussy, and knowing his warm semen was spilling into me
drove me over the edge.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" I exclaimed, as the sexual electricity that had
been building in my hot cunt and full balls exploded through my body.
I stroked my cock firmly as thick ropes of white cum erupted from my hard
cock onto his stomach. Spurt after spurt landed on his lightly furry
belly, painting white lines on him as I came. My tight sphincter and
muscular channel responded to my orgasm with rhythmic spasms, squeezing and
caressing and milking his penis as I sat on him, driving him to even
greater heights of pleasure.
"Oh, baby," Dave gasped as my asshole gripped him, "oh, fuck, that feels
He grabbed my thighs tighter in the throes of his sexual ecstasy, as I
continued to cum, my semen now surging in long oozes from my dick, welling
up out of my tight balls and spilling out of my little hole and over my
hand as I stroked myself, milking the very last of my sperm from my
relieved and happy nuts. Dave smiled at me dreamily with half-closed
eyes, lost in the lust and bliss of orgasm, immersed in the delicious
pleasure of having his big cock buried balls-deep in my hot, tight, velvety
cunt. I was lost in my own lust and bliss, enjoying that profound
pleasure of having my lover's thick penis stuffed to his nuts up my butt,
filling me, flooding me with that delightful warmth and comfort that only
anal sex can give.
After a few moments, as our orgasmic bliss faded, Dave began to scoop up my
semen on his fingers and lick them clean. He offered some to me, and I
eagerly took his fingers deep into my mouth, sucking my sweet cum from
"I love the way you taste, babe," Dave said, circling a finger in the pool
of sperm that occupied his navel and bringing the dripping fingertip to his
"I'm glad you do, sweetie," I replied. "I love the taste of your cum,
"I just don't get to taste it as often as I'd like to," I continued,
"because you're always pumping it up my ass!"
We both laughed, and I bent down and kissed him. I could taste my own
semen on his lips. We knew we both needed to go, and I slowly,
reluctantly rose up, feeling every inch of his cock slide past my ring
until he slipped free from my pussy. I could have sat in his lap -- on
his cock -- all afternoon, but we both had things we had to do. Dave and
I had our own families, and they needed us, too.
Whenever Dave was inside me, I always felt that calming and comforting
warmth, that fullness, that love that he brought me. I hated that empty
feeling, physically and emotionally, as his penis slipped from me, but we
had our obligations, our duties.
I pulled on my little bikini panties, and as he stood up, I couldn't resist
him. Tall, handsome, naked, thick cock still jutting proudly. I quietly
wondered -- for the umpteenth time since we'd met -- how that big dick fit
so perfectly and so comfortably in my ass. We were just made to be
together, to fall in love with each other, we had both decided some time
ago. I practically fell into my lover's arms and we embraced tightly for
"I love you so much, babe," I whispered, my face pressed into his neck.
"I love you, too, baby," Dave whispered back, holding me close, his cock
pressed between us.
"I'm glad I got to see you today," I told him, kissing his neck.
"I'm glad you did, too, sweetie," he replied, giggling softly, "because I
got to fuck you in the ass!"
"Yes, you did!" I laughed.
We separated and began pulling on our clothes. We shared one last
open-mouthed kiss before we left his office. Once in the parking lot, we
hugged a final time, and got into our cars. Dave went home to his family,
and I went home to mine.
Posted by Nicky60 , Tue Oct 02, 2012 07:21 PM
That's how I preferred things; it gave me plenty of time to clean up and
get ready for him. We had talked earlier in the day, and I had asked him
how he wanted me when he arrived: naked and ready for him to take me, or
still in my office clothes so he could undress me, unwrapping his "woman."
He suggested I could leave the door slightly ajar so he could walk in and
find me, discovering me in whatever state of dress or undress I chose. I
was tingling with anticipation when he called me from the parking lot,
telling me that he had arrived, and to "get ready." I left the door open
just a crack and fairly floated back across the floor. I lay on the bed
and waited for him.
Since my first sexual awakenings at age 11 or 12, I have always known I was
bisexual. Yes, both men and women aroused me, and although at that time I
had no experience with either, I knew that a man could satisfy urges,
desires, and needs I had that a woman couldn't. At 13, I made my first
dildo, and I spent many nights pushing it into me while I masturbated to
So there I was, laying on the bed on my stomach with my head on a pillow,
watching the door eagerly for the first glimpse of my lover. I had gotten
there with plenty of time to clean up – and out – and shower. I
dried myself off thoroughly, put on a very lovely and very feminine white
lace bra the way I'd watched my wife put hers on over the years, tugged on
the matching white lace-insert panties, then rolled the white lace-top
thigh-high stockings up my legs, one at a time. Yes, I was definitely the
woman in our relationship, and Dave was my man, and neither of us would
have it any other way. Dave was strong, very masculine, six foot or
six-one, and 210 pounds. Golden-blond-brown hair to die for, handsome,
with chest hair that ran down his stomach to a lovely nest surrounding his
gorgeous eight-inch-long, two-inch-thick cock. I'm Nick, and I'm an inch
or two shorter than Dave, at five-foot-eleven, but a muscular 200 pounds.
At 50, my hair had plenty of gray amongst the brown, with green eyes, and
silver chest hair that Dave loved. By every external appearance I was
obviously a man, and masculine; my friends, family, and business
acquaintances all probably thought I was the straightest arrow in the
quiver, so to speak. But internally, I had always felt very feminine, and
indeed, many times had wished I were born a woman. I wore panties
frequently, and not just for Dave, but I had to hide that side of my sexual
nature from my wife.
Dave and I had met on a gay dating site. I had tried to meet other men in
the past, but it was never right. Before and during my college years, I
enjoyed a few gay encounters, but now my 25th wedding anniversary was
around the corner, my kids were growing up, and for most of three decades I
had relegated my gay side to only fantasies. By contrast, Dave was quite
experienced. Dave was as bi as I was, and he was married too, with a
family, but over the years had many male partners and encounters, always
playing safe. I didn't begrudge him his past encounters; I actually was
quite glad he was experienced. Dave knew what he wanted, and was
aggressive and determined to get it. As a lover, he meshed perfectly with
my feminine, reserved, shy, submissive nature. Over the past six months we
have been together, both of us are discovering more and more that we must
have been made for each other; there just isn't any other answer for why we
became such fast friends, and why our sexualities and natures fit together
And that is why, after being together only a month, we were both head over
heels in love with each other. No, not just in lust, although it would be
lying to say we didn't both lust after each other in the worst way. Dave
and I actually, truthfully, fell in love. Needless to say we're still
madly in love now, and we both expect to be in love with each other for
many years to come.
As well, we both got tested, we are both clean, and we are both committed
to only each other. Yes, we love our wives and families deeply, and will
never leave them, nor let our love get in the way of our family life. But
for gay companionship in and out of bed, Dave is the only one for me, and
I'm the only one for him. Because of our love, commitment, and trust, we
left condoms behind a few months ago. We don't recommend doing so for
everyone, but it is right for us. We both wanted it. With nothing between
us, our love, intimacy, and fulfillment is much deeper, and much more
exciting and enjoyable.
Early on in our relationship, I had admitted my love of panties to Dave.
Actually, he brought it up to me in an email. He noted that I always wore
small bikini-style underwear, and that once I had worn a thong for him –
all men's underwear – and wondered, in the email, if I had ever
considered wearing women's panties. I readily confessed that yes, I loved
wearing women's panties, and more, and that wearing women's tiny, lacy,
sheer, feminine things heightened my own feelings of femininity, and my
desire to be a feminine lover to a masculine man. It felt unbelievably
liberating to admit this to a man who also found me being in panties
immensely arousing, and from that moment on, whenever I was with Dave, I
was always in panties, and many times in more than just panties.
And now here I was, lying on the bed on my stomach, in bra, panties, and
thigh-highs, one leg raised in the air, when my handsome Dave pushed the
door open and walked in. As he closed the door behind him with a solid
click, and got a good eyeful of me in my lacy, white, undeniably feminine
things, I heard him mutter a breathless, "Oh, my god..."
He began pulling his clothes off quickly, his eyes never leaving my body.
The body he would very soon be using for his sexual gratification, in
whatever way he wanted and needed me.
"I hope you don't mind if I just lie here and watch you get naked," I said
"Not at all," Dave replied. "You just stay right there and don't move."
After a couple of moments, his pants and boxers were on the floor, and his
gorgeous already-hard prick was bobbing luridly as he walked over to me.
Dave offered me his cock, and I hungrily accepted, taking his beautiful
member into my mouth. He gently face-fucked me, holding my head lovingly
with both hands as I took his length down my throat. I sucked him eagerly
as he thrust into my mouth, reveling in finally having my lover's penis in
my mouth after so many days without seeing him. He moaned above me as I
sucked his dick, taking him deep into my throat as his hips settled into
that natural, lusty rhythm. When we first met, taking his cock to the root
had been a challenge for me because of Dave's sizable girth, but with
practice – and we practice a lot – I became more comfortable and
confident. Dave now says, honestly and sincerely, that I'm the best
cocksucker he's ever had, and hearing that from a man with his experience
makes me feel VERY good, and very feminine, and just makes me want to blow
him more and more.
After a few moments of sucking his handsome prick and getting my nose
tickled by his manly bush, he pulled out of my mouth and rolled me over.
Now on my back, with my head hanging off the edge of the bed, Dave fed me
his dick again and began a prolonged assault on my tonsils and beyond as he
intently and urgently fucked my throat. His balls bounced off my nose as
he humped me, and I consciously rejected any urge to gag as his cock filled
my mouth and throat. Dave leaned forward, still fucking my mouth, and
buried his face in my panty-clad crotch. I felt his tongue trace the
outline of my hard cock through the thin nylon as he groped my asscrack
with one hand, finding my little hole. I moaned with excitement and
approval and my cock twitched as he buried one finger, then two, deep into
my tight "pussy." Dave abused my throat for another minute or two, then
pulled out again.
"Turn around," he demanded.
As the best of friends, Dave and I were absolutely equal, professionally,
socially, intellectually. But in the bedroom, he was the masculine,
dominant, aggressive leader, but not in any demeaning or humiliating way; I
was the feminine, submissive, obedient follower, hungry, willing, and eager
to please and satisfy my man in whatever way he desired. I obeyed quickly,
turning around on the bed. Dave grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him
until my ass was at the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees, tugged
my white panties to one side and buried his face between my cheeks. I put
my stocking-clad feet on his shoulders and gasped as his tongue found my
hole. After just a few brief seconds of swirling his tongue around my snug
ring, Dave pushed his tongue inside, probing me, fucking me.
Getting me ready for his big cock.
I clawed at the bedsheets, writhing and twisting with pleasure as my man
ate my cunt. He had one hand locked firmly around my cock as he rimmed me,
pushing his tongue up my butt as far as he could. After a few moments of
his delicious tongue fucking, he stopped.
Dave got up from his knees and climbed on top of me. Our mouths met, and
immediately our tongues intertwined, dancing and writhing together, as we
shared a deep, lingering kiss. Dave is a great kisser – he says I am,
too – and kissing is an absolutely essential and delightful part of our
"Can you taste your sweet pussy?" he asked as I sucked his tongue into my
"Mmmm-hmmm," I moaned in reply.
Our kiss went on for at least a minute or two. My hand found his handsome
cock, which I knew would be buried in my butt in mere moments, and I gently
stroked and fondled his considerable manhood as I held him close with my
other arm draped across his wide shoulders. Finally, our mouths parted,
and Dave pushed himself away.
Dave stood, his thick penis fully erect and standing straight out. He
stepped around the end of the bed to the end table, his cock waving and
bobbing as he walked. The mere sight of my man naked, his big dick erect,
coupled with the knowledge that in a moment his manhood would be deep
inside me, driving me to heights of pleasure and ecstasy only he could,
quickened my pulse as adrenaline coursed through my veins. He picked up my
tube of lubricant, then walked back and positioned himself between my legs.
I rubbed my rock-hard prick through the thin fabric of my panties as I
watched Dave thoroughly lube his big dick. He was standing at the foot of
the bed, and I was still in the same position with my ass right at the
edge. He closed the tube of lube, dropped it on the bed, and wiped his
hand on a towel. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, tugged
my panties aside, and I felt his slippery cockhead nuzzle between my
I'm very tight, and both Dave and I love it. As he puts it, I have "an ass
like a vise." I take that as the sweetest compliment, just as I love it
when he tells me I'm the world's best cocksucker. Because I'm tight, and
because Dave has such a magnificently thick cock, before we make love, I
spend five or so minutes with a thick dildo, working it in and out until I
can slip it in easily and any sting or burn is gone. Then I leave the
dildo in place for about a half-hour, held up my ass by a tight thong as I
lounge around our motel room, so that I'm ready for Dave when he fucks me.
I've made that part of my "getting ready for my lover" routine, that also
includes douching out so I'm squeaky clean and pumping a teaspoonful of
lube inside me so I'm well-lubricated.
The moment I had longed for all week was finally here - my legs were on my
lover's shoulders, and he was taking aim at my tight pussy. I desperately
longed to have him inside me, and I tingled with anticipation as I felt his
lubed head push against my entrance. With one smooth motion, Dave leaned
into me, and his big dick slipped into my tight cunt.
"Ooh, fuck," I breathed, as my lover's eight-inch length sank into me with
one smooth, steady stroke. "I love you!"
That blissful feeling of warmth and fullness spread throughout my body as
Dave's thick cock filled my hot, silky rectum. I simply adore anal sex
with Dave – it takes me to heights of sexual ecstasy and fulfillment no
other act can possibly reach – and Dave's large member is the perfect
fit for me, and I'm the perfect fit for him. And now I was wonderfully,
impossibly, delightfully full, my butt perfectly stuffed with my lover's
warm, long, thick penis.
"Baby, you are TIGHT!" he exclaimed as the heat of my snug pussy enveloped
his rigid member from head to root.
"And you are HUGE, babe!" I told him, pushing back against him. "I hope
I'm always tight for you, sweetie! Now fuck me, baby! Make me a slut for
"You're already a slut for my cock, Nikki," he breathed, as he began
pumping his dick back and forth in my hot channel.
"Yes," I whimpered, my voice trailing off into a gasp of pleasure, "I
Dave called me "Nikki" – we both understood it as the feminine spelling
– when he knew I was feeling really feminine, which was, I'll admit,
nearly all the time. I loved it! And I was happy and eager to be his
Nikki whenever he wanted me. And I called Dave's member his "horsecock,"
because, well, he was wonderfully hung, and because a stallion is a
beautiful image of strength, power, and virility. And because I happen to
think that stallions have the most handsome cocks in the animal kingdom
– humans a close second, of course. And he loved that I called his
penis his horsecock.
Dave wrapped his arms around my lace-and-hose clad thighs and pulled me to
him, pushing his dick deeper into me, if that were possible.
"Oh, fuck, you're so big, babe!" I gasped as he hit bottom in me.
"I just have a tiny cock," he joked.
"No, you have a perfect cock!," I told him, running my hands across his
Dave held my thighs tightly to him with one arm and ran one hand up and
down my right leg, caressing me, feeling the smoothness and femininity of
my white lace-top thigh-highs. When he got to my ankle, he turned his head
and kissed my foot, then rubbed his cheek against the silky-soft stocking.
"God, I love these," he said softly.
"Do you, baby?" I asked.
"Good," I confessed, "because I love wearing them!"
I coyly tucked my panties under my balls as my hung lover fucked me.
Dave's thick cock buried in my ass, and my own intense sexual arousal,
caused a small ooze of cum to leak out of my hard prick. I squeezed it
gently, and Dave wiped it onto his finger, and promptly licked it off. He
let go of my legs, placed his hands onto the bed on either side of my
chest, and leaned into me, folding me into a missionary position underneath
his large frame. This new position pushed his prick even deeper into me.
Dave then began to fuck me urgently, driving me down into the mattress with
each powerful thrust as I tried to match him, humping back against his
loins, reveling in the lusty act of getting fucked by my virile, masculine
lover, and we settled into that ancient, natural rhythm as we made love.
After a few moments in the missionary position, with occasional lingering
tongue-kisses thrown in, Dave was ready for something new. He pushed away
from me and slowly pulled his thick cock free of my asshole, leaving me
"Turn over," he whispered, and I obeyed eagerly, knowing what was coming.
I was on my knees quickly, bent over, clutching and burying my head in a
pillow. In less than a second I was no longer empty, as Dave plunged
balls-deep into my hot cunt with one quick stroke. I was now in my
favorite position, and, by no coincidence, I was also now in Dave's
favorite position. There was nothing I loved more than being fucked in the
ass doggie-style by my hung, handsome lover – the act was deliciously
earthy, lusty, primal. Dave grabbed my hips with his big hands, pulled me
onto him, and began fucking me with long, slow strokes. It was pure sexual
bliss for me as he long-dicked me with his thick horsecock, and he knew it.
"Your big fucking cock feels so good, baby!" I gasped as he plowed me.
"And your hot, tight pussy feels incredible on my cock, babe! You have no
"Does it? You like fucking your woman's silky cunt?"
"Oh, fuck yes!"
"Then fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like I'm your whore, babe!
Make me your anal slut!"
Dave then proceeded to make me his anal slut – as if since we met there
had been a moment or two I hadn't been his anal slut. After banging my
butt so deliciously for several minutes, Dave reached under me, grabbed my
hard cock, and began stroking me firmly. I was already hovering at the
tingling edge of orgasm, as I always was when my lover's dick was stuffed
up my ass, and I put my hand on his, holding him still.
"Easy, baby," I cautioned him, "I don't want to cum too soon. Just fuck me
for as long as you want."
Accepting my wishes, Dave put both hands on my hips again and maneuvered
onto his feet. I knew what was coming, and I longed for it. Dave's feet
were now next to my knees, and his thighs astride my hips, as he "mounted"
me. Seconds later, he began slam-fucking my hole, pounding his big dick
into me with half-length strokes three times a second, pushing my face
deeper into the pillow. I pushed back at him, taking all his powerful
thrusts eagerly as his balls slapped my panty-covered taint.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my hot cunt!"
Dave was definitely the power top, but he still had a soft, tender love for
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked gently as he briefly slowed his thrusts into
"Fuck, babe, I'm more than okay!" I moaned. "I'm in heaven! Don't stop!
Fuck me! Pound your fucking horsecock into me, babe! Pound that horsecock
into me until you cum deep in my hot cunt!"
Dave obliged immediately, plowing my tight pussy mercilessly. His grunts
and gasps with each stroke into my ass, and my moans, could probably be
heard in the adjacent rooms and in the hallway of the motel, but neither of
us cared. We were two men deeply in love, madly in lust, and in the throes
of wild, animal lovemaking, and nothing would stop our passion until we
each drove the other to blissful climax. After only a few minutes of
Dave's all-out anal assault, I could take no more – no, not of his
delicious buttfucking; I loved every minute and every inch of that, and
wanted more – I just had to cum. He had had me at the edge of an
orgasmic precipice for at least ten or twelve minutes, and I had to feel
that sexual ecstasy, to let that blissful wave of orgasm wash over and
through me. As if reading my thoughts, my sexual needs and desires, I felt
Dave's hand grip my cock again, but this time, I let him have his way with
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," I whimpered, as my lover shoved his prick
balls-deep in my ass and held me there, stroking my dick. In our few
months together, Dave had already discovered that when I came, my asshole
would clench his prick so tightly that I occasionally squeezed him right
out of me, which was always a disappointment to both of us. My best and
most intense orgasms occurred when he had his thick cock buried in me, and,
of course, he loved the sensation of being inside me when I came.
I abandoned myself to the inevitable, letting myself go limp, enjoying the
sweet freedom of succumbing to the delightful sensual release and wonderful
fulfillment Dave gave me. That warm sexual electricity built in my balls
and exploded as he jerked my hard cock, spurting my sweet semen everywhere
– on the bed, down my thighs, on Dave's hand. As I came, my tight
sphincter rhythmically clenched and relaxed on Dave's hard prick, milking
him, drawing him into the same swirling maelstrom of sexual ecstasy that
had sucked me in only seconds before.
He released my still-throbbing and spurting penis and grabbed my hips
tightly, holding me fast, impaled on his thick member. I knew he was about
"Oh fuck, Nikki, oh fuck" he gasped above me, as I felt his fingers dig
into my panty-clad flesh.
"Ungh!" he grunted, again and again, with each grunt punctuated by a hard,
quick thrust of his dick into my hot cunt as he pulled my ass against his
loins. That short, staccato rhythm of Dave's grunts timed with his sharp
thrusts into me told me he was cumming in my ass. I felt his big cock
twitch inside me, and I knew he was pumping his hot jizz deep in my guts
even as my own cum was still spurting and oozing out of my hard penis. As
my hot, hard, masculine lover came in me, breeding me, I felt a profound
sense of calm settle over me, a feeling of sensual and emotional
fulfillment. In our sex I had given my lover everything I am, and
everything I could give a man, and he gave me everything I needed, all that
I craved. With his orgasm, and pumping his semen freely into my hungry and
willing cunt, Dave consummated our love, our need, and our trust. He knew
that I would never tell him "no," that I would always happily and eagerly
give him whatever sexual gratification he desired. And I knew that he
would always love me, and wouldn't betray my trust by being with another
Dave held me tightly for what seemed like several minutes, humping my butt
with sharp, short strokes timed to his own orgasmic rhythm, his breath
coming in gasps and grunts with his ejaculations and aftershocks. I
concentrated on tightening my sphincter around him, doing everything I
could to intensify my man's pleasure and milk his manly cock. Gradually,
his thrusts became softer, and less frequent, as his orgasm waned. After a
few moments, he began slowly long-stroking me, pushing his thick, hard
penis back and forth in my hot hole like a sweet piston. He slowly fucked
me, spreading his sweet cum around inside me, thoroughly coating the snug,
velvety walls of my rectum with his semen, as if marking his territory.
Dave owned me, and he knew it. To be coupled with him in the most intimate
manner two men can be, and to be slow-fucked in such a caring, tender way,
was a wonderfully sensual experience, especially as I thought of all his
sperm swimming around deep inside me. He kept it up, sliding his dick
first balls-deep, then almost out of me with only his cockhead inside my
tight ring, for a few minutes. Finally, totally satisfied and still
breathing heavily, he pushed all the way into my ass and collapsed on my
I slowly maneuvered forward, easing onto the bed on my stomach, and Dave
lay on top of me, his stocky 210 pounds settling onto me like a heavy,
comforting blanket, his wonderful cock still hard and buried deep between
my cheeks. Dave's lips found my neck, then my cheek, as he kissed me.
"I love you," he whispered softly.
Yes, I owned Dave, too; I had him completely and totally pussy-whipped.
"I love you, too, babe," I purred back with blissful contentment.
We remained there for a long time, murmuring tender nothings to each other.
Okay, I'll admit that our hushed conversation as we lay there got lewd and
X-rated occasionally, but what else would one expect between to men so
madly in love and in lust with each other? Dave's ample frame and weight
pressed me into the mattress as I lay in my own semen, in an embrace as
serene and as peaceful as any I had ever known. For much of the time we
lay there, his thick penis remained fully hard, giving me that delightful
warmth and fullness as only he could give, with eight inches of hot
manflesh stuffed up my ass. Slowly, inevitably, though, his dick softened.
"Ohhh," I sighed with disappointment as my tight asshole finally overcame
his softening cock, and he slipped out of me.
Dave's wet cock flopped between my barely-spread thighs, and we continued
to lay there for a long time yet, just enjoying and savoring being
"Do you like this bra?" I asked quietly.
"Baby, I love it," Dave replied, running a finger over one shoulder strap.
"I love everything about you, sweetie!"
"Good, I'm glad you like it," I replied. "I plan on wearing more bras, and
other things, for you to fuck me in."
I admitted to him later in the following week that our evening together
this night was the first time I had worn a bra, and that I really enjoyed
Dave was quiet and still for a while as I lay under him. After a couple of
minutes, he stirred again.
"I'm such a guy," he confessed. "I'm going to fall asleep on you!"
"Please do, baby," I urged.
It would have been wonderful to fall asleep there together, but we
couldn't. We had to run a quick errand, then get something to eat. Dave
slowly rolled off of me and climbed out of bed. I watched my handsome man
until he disappeared into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and I
heard the shower curtain close as he stepped in to clean up. I crawled out
of bed, followed him to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up. I peeked into
the shower, got an eyeful of him, and playfully asked if he needed any
help. He told me he'd let me know if he dropped the soap. I said by all
means, please do. And he knew I meant it.
I adjusted my panties and put my office clothes on, leaving on my bra and
thigh-highs. It would turn out to be a tremendous turn-on for Dave as we
went about our errands and later, sitting down at the restaurant, since he
knew I was still dressed to fuck under my street clothes. When we got back
to our room later, I knew I would be the happy recipient of his lusty
We took care of the errands and had a nice dinner. Throughout dinner,
comments and innuendos of a sexual nature were whispered back and forth,
even occasionally rising to tones above a whisper. By the time Dave and I
were finished, I was fairly certain our waitress had figured out that we
were lovers. I know she caught a glimpse or two of my sheer white
stockings, visible at my ankles, and by her smiles and winks at me, she
probably reasoned I was wearing more than just hose under my business
slacks and shirt. She was a pretty, very curvy black woman, and I teased
Dave, asking him if we should invite her back to our room and show her how
much fun being in bed with two very bi guys could be. Dave was all for it,
but we didn't – we just wanted to be with each other.
After dinner we adjourned back to our hotel room. As soon as the door was
shut, our mouths met and the clothes came off quickly. Dave led me back to
the bed, where I proceeded to suck his dick hungrily, taking his thick
shaft down my throat until my nose was mashed into his pubes, then rising
off him and rolling my tongue all over his handsome, sensitive head. I
blew my beautiful man intently, making love to his manly cock with my
mouth, sucking him hard and deep, and swirling my tongue around all those
places I knew drove him crazy. Dave says I have "an Electrolux mouth," and
I did my very best to make him feel like a man, to give him all the
pleasure a virile man deserved, and more.
I straddled his muscular thighs, with my own hose-clad legs against his,
and my cock, hard and oozing precum in my panties, pressed between his
knees. I sucked his thick penis eagerly and urgently, massaging and
caressing his balls with one hand, as he lay back and enjoyed my oral
skills. I love that Dave doesn't cum quickly, and that he makes me work
for his sweet load, as I get to spend many long minutes with his big dick
in my mouth. After six or eight minutes, though, I had him writhing and
moaning, occasionally muttering a breathless "oh my god!" or "oh fuck!" I
sucked him harder and faster, and he clawed at the bedsheets with both
hands as he humped my mouth, bumping my tonsils with his eight-inch length
with every stroke. I timed my oral assault with Dave's own natural rhythm,
doing my best to keep the sexual pleasure and intensity building as he
fucked my face. Finally, his body stiffened, his ass rose probably six
inches off the bed, as he gasped a lusty "fuuuuuuuck!" As his cock
twitched and throbbed in my mouth, the warm sliminess and sweet taste of
his semen on my tongue flooded my senses as he came. I was rewarded as
one, then two, then three large spurts of his delicious cum filled my
mouth. My lips never left his beautiful prick, nor did I swallow, as I
continued to make oral love to his penis, taking him deep into my throat,
then backing off and caressing his shaft with my tongue, reveling in having
my lover's manhood and his sweet cumload in my mouth, slowly bringing him
down from his orgasmic high. Occasionally, with a flick of my tongue or a
strong suck with my lips, I made Dave's body shiver with those delightful
orgasmic aftershocks. I finally swallowed, enjoying the lusty, earthy
feeling as his big wad of sperm slid down my throat. After three or four
more minutes, I finally let his still-hard cock slip from my mouth.
"Do you have any idea how much I love sucking your dick, babe?" I whispered
as I crawled up his body and lay on him, pressing my lips to his.
"Do you have any idea how wonderful a cocksucker you are, Nikki?" Dave
whispered back, his tongue probing my mouth, tasting the lingering essence
of his own cum.
"I love being your cocksucker, sweetie," I replied, kissing my lover back
with equal gusto, "and I love it when you call me a cocksucker!"
I sat up on him and caressed his chest, stomach, and finally his stiff
prick. He pulled my cock out of my panties and began stroking my length
with a closed fist.
"Now it's your turn."
"Okay, baby," I replied. "I need to cum again. How do you want me?"
"Roll onto your back," Dave said. "I love to watch your face when you
I rolled off him and lay down, and he crawled down the bed until he was
between my legs. My handsome lover fondled my balls through my thin nylon
panties and stroked my cock firmly. He reached over and grabbed the
Astroglide, and poured a generous amount all over my cock and his hand.
"Ohh, fuck, babe!" I gasped as I began thrusting into his tight fist.
"That feels so fucking good!"
I inhaled sharply as Dave plunged a finger into me and pressed against my
"Ungh, damn!" I grunted, wiggling my ass and pushing back on him, pleased
by the unexpected and delightful intrusion.
He probed my hot channel, pushing his finger back and forth. I didn't
realize it immediately, but he was lubing me up for something larger.
After two or three minutes of probing my butt with a finger or two, Dave
released my cock for a moment, leaving me humping into air. His lube
coated hand disappeared from my view briefly, and he squeezed more of the
slippery gel onto, I guessed, his cock.
"Are you going to fuck me again?" I asked.
"Mmmm," I purred. "Is your cock still hard?"
Dave just smiled at me as he tugged my panties to one side with his dry
hand. I felt his greasy head push into my crack, and in one thrust, he
sank balls-deep into my hot rectum.
"OOOH, FUCK!" I exclaimed, as my man's gorgeous prick filled my tight butt.
"I don't know, baby," he said playfully, giggling, "is my cock still hard?"
"Oh, fuck, yes!" I answered breathlessly, tingling all over with
Dave fucked me slowly, gently, as he wrapped his lube-covered fist around
my hard dick again. As if with a mind of its own, my pelvis again settled
into that lusty, natural rhythm as I thrust into his hand. Dave's big cock
filling my hungry cunt, and slowly driving back and forth in my tight
channel, raised my state of sexual arousal enormously.
"Oh, god, that feels so fucking good, babe!" I gasped, as my lover's cock
plowed my ass while my cock plowed his fist.
"I'm glad I can make you feel so good, honey," he replied, knowing full
well the ecstasy that his big dick buried up my butt was giving me.
"You always make me feel good, Dave," I told him, "and I hope I'll always
make you feel good."
"You make me feel incredible, babe," he said. "You know just how to make
me feel all-masculine and all-man, in all the ways a good woman should."
"I'll always be your woman, baby," I said sincerely, "and in every way you
could ever want me. Do you like me in a bra and panties?"
"Babe, you have no idea what seeing you in a bra and panties does to me!"
"I'm glad you like them, sweetie, because I love wearing them! And more!
I decided when we get a chance to sleep together, I won't sleep nude. I'll
always wear something – a cute teddie, or a babydoll top with a
g-string, or bra and panties – so if you wake up in the middle of the
night and reach for me, you'll feel sexy, lacy things, and you'll know your
woman is in bed with you!"
"If you wear those things to bed, then I hope you won't mind getting
awakened by my dick burrowing into your pussy, babe! Because I guarantee
it will happen!"
The sensations of wonderful warmth and fullness from having Dave's thick
penis inside me, together with the tingling in my cock and balls as he
urgently jerked me off, pushed me to orgasm quickly. I humped my loins at
the air as he stroked my dick in his tight fist as I felt that wave build
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped as orgasm overwhelmed me. "Push deep into me, babe,"
I pleaded, and almost immediately felt my lover's cock fill my ass even
more deliciously than before.
"Oh baby, oh fuck, oh... Oh..." I gasped, almost whimpering, as I exploded
in sexual ecstasy.
I shot everywhere. My aching dick leapt and throbbed in Dave's hand as I
spurted my semen in arcing jets landing on my stomach, my chest, my bra, my
face, the sheets. I love the freedom of not caring where I ejaculate when
I cum; it's incredibly liberating to abandon yourself in orgasm when you
are free to spurt anywhere and everywhere. I relaxed totally and sank into
the sea of sexual delight my handsome man cast me into for the second time
this evening. My tight asshole clamped rhythmically on Dave's thick prick,
with clenching and relaxing spasms as I came. My ejaculations finally
slowed to long, thick surges of sperm that rolled out of my penis as Dave
squeezed and stroked me, soaking his hand and my panties. As he continued
to stroke me, the electric sensations became overwhelming, overpowering.
"Please, baby," I begged, "you have to stop! Oh god! Please stop!"
He slowed to a gentle, loving pace, squeezing me softly, milking me,
bringing me down lovingly. After a few more minutes, he let my cock go and
tucked my slimy, sticky, dripping member back into my panties.
"You are so beautiful when you cum, babe," he whispered, caressing my
stomach, massaging my semen into my furry belly like it were a sweet,
soothing skin cream.
A brief digression: Dave has told me I cum a lot. Our first few times
together never failed to get an, "oh, my god!" out of him when I came,
unless I came in his mouth, when it became "I had to swallow fast to keep
from drowning!" Once, after he drove me to an intense orgasm that landed a
few spurts on his ass – he was leaning over me, feeding me his cock –
and the rest thoroughly matted down my chest and stomach hair from my
nipples all the way down to my dick in a sweet, glistening glaze, I told
him I never really understood the common "grab a tissue" comment after a
man jerked off. "Uh, yeah!" Dave laughed. "With you, it's more like 'hand
me a roll of paper towels!'" I had thought I was a rather heavy cummer,
from seeing how guys in porn vids came in comparison to my loads, but never
realized how heavy until Dave confirmed that, indeed, I came more than any
man he'd ever seen.
But back to our story.
"Oh, god, baby," I cooed at him as he licked his fingers, "you drive me to
the best orgasms of my life!"
"I hope I always do."
"If you do that to me, lover, you always will! You know how I love to cum
when your hard cock is buried up my butt!"
"And I love it when you cum when my cock is up your butt!"
"That's why we fit together so well, baby!" I giggled.
Dave didn't reply, but grabbed my hips and pushed deep into me again. I
could see in his face the sudden change to a singular purpose. He began
thrusting into me with long, deep strokes.
"Mmm," I purred, urging him on, "you love fucking my tight cunt, don't you,
"Ungh, fuck, yes," he grunted.
"Then fuck me, babe!" I told him as I wrapped my lace-top thigh-high
covered legs around my lover's waist. "Pound your beautiful horsecock up
my ass! Do me, baby!"
Dave grunted as he began plowing my pussy with short, urgent strokes, each
one stretching me as he hit bottom, filling me wonderfully, deliciously,
completely. His sweet sweat rolled off his nose and chin, dripping onto my
already-wet panties and my stomach as he fucked me. Even after the
thorough twenty-minute fucking of only two hours ago, and after I'd already
come twice, it was wonderful having Dave's big dick up me again, pounding
away in my hot, hungry rectum. Because we had our separate lives and
families, we only got to be together once every couple of weeks, so every
moment Dave was inside me was a moment of bliss. Every second I had his
magnificent cock in my mouth was a second I treasured. Every minute
together that I could give him pleasure with my mouth, my hands, or my
pussy, in any way he wanted me, was a minute I would gladly and eagerly
offer myself to him. And, being 100% man, Dave never hesitated to take
advantage of me, much to my satisfaction!
And now he was fucking me in the ass again, but not in any idle or
disinterested way, as a man who'd already fucked me and pumped his load
into me once this evening, or who I'd blown to orgasm and swallowed his
sweet semen only fifteen minutes ago might, and perhaps understandably so.
No, Dave, my handsome lover, was fucking me urgently, aggressively,
passionately, as though he hadn't seen me in months and we only now had
five minutes together. He knew I was his complete anal slut and had been
since shortly after we met, and how much I absolutely adored getting fucked
in the ass, and he was using me for his sexual gratification, using me as
his own private fuckhole, using me as his whore, his bitch, his mare. The
way he knew I loved to be used by him. He was plowing my hot hole with
powerful strokes, his balls slapping my panty-clad cheeks as he grunted and
gasped above me. I pushed back on his strong prick, still rock-hard even
after the cocksucking I'd given him only moments before, and matched his
thrusts and rhythm as I humped against his loins, urging him on, exhorting
him to fuck me harder.
"C'mon, baby," I grunted lustily, "pound that big fucking dick up my hot
cunt! Fuck me, babe! Fuck me in the ass!"
"Oh, god," he gasped. "Fuck, Nikki, your tight hole feels so fucking
We kept at it for another six or eight minutes, lost in the ecstasy of
being tied together in intimate intercourse, abandoned to the lust of hot,
sweaty, humping, thrusting anal sex; expressing ourselves in grunts, moans,
whimpers, and gasps, with the frequent breathless utterances of, "fuck,
you've got a tight fucking ass!" and "fuck, baby, your dick feels so good!"
and "oh, god, I love this pussy!" Finally, though, Dave's thrusts into me
began to slow. He still held my hips in his big hands, and slowly
long-dicked me, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back in
balls-deep. For me, the feeling when he fucked me with these long, slow,
six or seven inch strokes, was absolutely incredible, and he knew it.
"Are you okay, babe?" he wanted to know, genuinely concerned with the
pounding he had given me this night.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped, "I'm doing way more than okay, baby! You are just
such an incredible top!"
"How are you doing, lover?" I added lustily. "Are you going to pump
another load up my ass?"
"I thought I could come again," Dave, said, still pumping into me with
long, full strokes, "but now I'm just being a pig!"
I laughed. By this point, loving what my man was doing to me, I was being
just as much of a pig.
"That's okay, sweetie," I told him, giggling, "just keep doing this to me,
and be as much of a pig as you want!"
Dave kept long-dicking me for another three or four minutes, then
reluctantly, slowly, pulled out of my hole, still hard. His stamina never
failed to amaze me. I swear I felt a cool breeze up my ass for several
seconds until my gaping sphincter closed up. He caressed my nylon-covered
legs one last time, bent low over me, folding me in half under him, and
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too, Dave," I whispered back. "So much."
He rolled off the bed and I rolled onto my side, facing him.
"God, you're sexy!" he said.
"Thanks, babe!" I replied. "You like me in sexy, feminine things?
"You have no idea!" he laughed.
He stepped into the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on. I stretched,
and slowly crawled off the bed. I stripped out of my hose, bra, and
panties, tucked them into my small overnight bag, and walked into the
bathroom. I pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in, joining my
"Anything I can help with?" I asked suggestively, running my hands up and
down his broad back.
Dave turned around, revealing his soapy half-hard cock.
"Mmmm!" I purred, cupping my hands under the running water and pouring the
water over his dick, rinsing him off. I dropped down in a squat and took
his cock to the root in my mouth, forcibly pressing my face into his belly
and holding his balls against my chin. I felt his cock swell in my mouth,
filling me, as he ran his hands through my hair.
"Baby, you know how to make me feel so good!" I heard him say above me.
"Mmgghh," I mumbled in reply, my speech muffled by a mouthful of dick.
But I knew we needed to clean up and go, so I reluctantly backed off him.
I let his handsome penis slip from my mouth, knowing I wouldn't experience
that satisfying, fulfilling feeling for another two or three weeks. I
stood again, holding his prick in one hand as we embraced under the falling
"I love making you feel good, Dave," I told him sincerely.
We finished cleaning up, dried, and got dressed. We took one more quick
look around the room to make sure we didn't leave anything behind, and
shared one last embrace and lingering kiss before we stepped out into the
hotel corridor. We made small talk as we walked down the hall, then
stepped outside. As we got to our cars, we hugged one last time. We had
spent a wonderful three and a half hours together.
"I love you, babe," he said, planting a discreet kiss on my cheek.
"Love you, too, Dave," I replied. "Have a great night."
"I already did, sweetie."
We got in our cars and pulled out of the parking lot. I watched as he
turned in front of me, his taillights growing fainter in the distance as he
went home to his family. I turned the other way, and headed home to mine.
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