Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2014 18:40:01 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: He Was Hard v. 3 He Was Hard v. thrreeeee by Jon Hold Copyright ©2014 by the author He was hard. His belly was hard and flexing along it's rippled length. His sides were hard and taut with sheets of striated muscle. His back was hard, cords of muscle pulling and twisting. His ass was hard, it's heavy mass of muscle under the erotic curve of his buttocks clenching and contracting over and over as he drove his hot, precum dripping cock down my throat. My name's Tomi and I was letting this kid bash my face with his thick, black pubic hair because I liked the way his balls kept hitting my throat. Truth be known, I also liked the feel of his hard nine inches being rammed down my throat and the feeling of being submissive to this randy stud. I grabbed his ass and pulled him against my face as hard as I could, driving his cock as deep into me as it would go. He reached down across my back and grabbed my ass in one of his powerful hands. He lifted his hand and, "WHACK!!!" slapped my ass so hard that I could feel the sting all the way up my back. I bit into the base of his cock and shook my head, defying him to try that again. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!! Sobbing, I gargled his cock and shot my load across the floor, jamming a finger up his ass as my balls exploded. My finger barely touched his prostate and his cock swelled and belched a huge dollop of rich cum directly into my belly. I wanted to taste his cum, but the feeling of this breeder shooting down my throat just like he'd get some bitch pregnant was just too good to change. Dad had sent me out to find Grandpa a stud to live with and this one felt like he'd work just fine. He had some rough edges, but Grandpa liked a challenge. This guy, everyone called him "Sharp" for god's sake, finally pushed me off his dick, leaving plenty of his taste in my mouth to make me happy. "Damn!" he panted, "No one has ever sucked my cock like that before! I've never cum that hard before." I stood up and got back under my own spray in the School's community shower. This rough, tough street kid had retorted "Suck my dick," when I tried to introduce myself so I'd dropped to my knees and taught him a lesson. Now he was hanging onto the showerhead trying to keep his wobbly knees under him. I laughed, "Like I said, my name's 'Tomi'. Glad to meet ya." He shook his head to clear his vision. "Yeah. No shit! You always do that to strangers you meet?" "Nope. Only the ones that ask politely." We both laughed at that. He shook his head and said, "Man, you take some outrageous chances." "No. I just know who and what I am, and enjoy life to the fullest, Sharp. I don't let what other people think make me dress or act the way they expect me too. If I like someone and they make me horny, I just ask them to fuck me. If they ask first it just makes it all that much better for me." "Wow. You mean that if I said, "Let's fuck," that you'd let me into your ass, just like that?" "Well, not "...just like that!" but you've got the essential idea right." "Shit! That's something dude." Sharp looked my tight, hard body over and just shook his head. We dried off and went back into the locker room to get dressed. I was pulling on some fresh underwear and Sharp was pulling on his leather pants when I asked, "You want to fuck me here, or in my bedroom at home?" He got wide-eyed and looked around to see if anyone could hear what I was saying, "Shit man, you can't say stuff like that in public. And what makes you think I'd wanna fuck you anyway?" "Well, we ain't in public, everyone else is gone, and maybe your hard dick and the way you keep watching my ass say you wanna fuck me. So, my place or yours wise guy!" He shook his head and snapped his pants, "You're fucking crazy, man!" Crazy or not, he followed me home. It blew him away when he found out "home" was the penthouse of the poshest hotel in town. My "Housekey" operated an elevator with only one button that opened directly into our living room. This guy was hot, the way he walked and acted. Real street tough and hard case and all that. I wanted to see if he could use his body for something other than showing off. If that bulge in his pants was good for something beyond flaunting and flashing at the girls. Oh, he'd fucked my throat real good, but anyone can get wild while getting head. He was playing my Harley pinball machine when I decided to get things moving. I got down on my knees between him and the machine and started licking and chewing on his cock through his leather pants. He tried to act like nothing special was happening and that people chewed on his dick all the time. I just settled in and enjoyed feeling his meat grow hard. Sharp finally gave up trying to concentrate on the game and unsnapped his pants, folding the fly back so I could bury my nose in his crotch hair and lick the base of his hard cock where it laid exposed before taking off up under the hard stretched leather to where the cockhead laid buried up against his hip over nine inches away. Sharp went back to playing his game and I started licking and sucking and trying to free his cock using only my lips and tongue. We both enjoyed the process. I finally worked his entire cock free and deepthroated it right down to the root. When I finally ran out of air I pulled all the way off and watched his swollen wet throbber wave gently back and forth. His foreskin was pushed completely back off his broad cockhead, the rim bright red where I'd so carefully and thoroughly cleaned it of any trace of cock cheese. The net of thick veins was distended from all my sucking and looked gnarly. My asshole clenched, knowing what a beating those protrudent veins were likely to give it. His cock and my mouth both drooling, I asked Sharp if he wanted me to go ahead and suck him off so he could fuck me longer, or if he wanted to fuck me right up front. Sharp mumbled a low "mmmmmmmmmmm" while he thought it over and played an especially active part of the game. Once things settled down on the pinball table, he looked down at me and said, "Why don't you suck on it and I'll let you know later if I'm going to cum in your mouth or fuck it up your ass." I smiled up at the big stud and said, "Sure, no problem." His cock felt great going back down my throat. There's something about being allowed to leisurely suck on an imposing cock at my own pace that mesmerizes me. I just get lost in a total sea of sensations. My hands cruising a really fine, hard, leather-covered ass. Belly hair against my forehead. The dizzy, muzzy feeling induced by keeping my face buried in a thick, plush pubic thicket until anoxia forces me to slide down the thick, spit-slick column far enough to allow me a breath of fresh, crotch odorized air. The idea that the stud is occupied with other things, playing a game, washing dishes, running a lathe, but allowing me to suck on his man organ purely because I love to suck cock so much. He has no need or immediate intention of getting a nut... he's just being nice to me by letting me have what I want. Grandpa will sometimes let me suck him for hours while he reads or studies or uses the computer. But Sharp was the first boy near my own age with the self-restraint to allow me the privilege of sucking him just to please myself. I could only hope that Sharp would be able to be just as relaxed and magnanimous when it became time for him to piss down my throat. Afterword: These three stories are just me playing around with an idea. I hope you enjoy. Jon ----- It is fooling and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived. ---Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.