Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 09:30:51 EST
From: AdvnturPup@aol.com
Subject: happy birthday to me, part 2

DISCLAIMER: Well, not really a disclaimer -- rather a claim: this is a true
story, dialogue as recalled the very next morning.  But the "handle" of the
Muscle Guy was made up for this purpose.  Other than that detail, this is as
precise a representation of the experience as i could conjure.  Enjoy!
**********
There I am, leaning over the bed...

"You want that butt fucked, boy? That's what you said you wanted -- I'm
gonna give you your birthday present now...."

So I stick my butt up in the air.

"Show me your butt, boy."

And I reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart so he can see it. He starts
teasing my hole with a finger and stroking his own cock. "Nice tight butt
boy..." I hear a condom pack open and hear him spit out part of it. I hear
the rubber snapping on his hard, perfect cock. I hear the lube lid open and
that wet sound telling me we're getting ready.

"Take those poppers now, boy, if you want 'em..." and he throws them on the
bed next to me -- I take a hit...

The world dissolves around me, around my butt, around his cock as it
presses forward. He pushes and I open around his cock, now like steel. He
goes in deeper.

And deeper.

Sinking to the hilt and holding it there.

"Who's butt is this boy?"

"Yours SIR!!! YOURS!"

"That's right boy! and now I'm gonna fuck it!" He starts to fuck me; slow
at first, with long strokes. He's looking at himself in the mirror again,
the black vest hanging back off him, the muscles tensed and straining --
totally pumped from the exertion -- that glint in his eye shining in the
reflection, matching the flash of light on his lubed cock as he pulls out
then pushes in.

He steps up the pace and slaps my butt. Faster still! And slaps my butt!!
He's starting to sweat now, his whole body glinting with the effort of
plowing me. He grabs the harness and pulls me up and back, driving deeper
inside; and that's when I moan...

"Fuck me SIR! FUCK ME!"

And he just pounds me -- it goes on and on -- until I'm just suspended by
his grip on the harness hanging like a limp doll off his cock. Then he
pulls out and I drop forward.

"Too hot in here boy."

I need to cool down a bit so I ask him to lie down on the bed, "Let me take
care of you Sir?  Please? Just lie back and let me take care of you?"

So he lies back, the vest falling to either side of that beautiful smooth
pumped chest, and I start to lick the sweat from his body
methodically. Starting on his right pec; one long lick of my tongue under
the pec. The sweat smells sweet and tastes lightly of salt and I drink him
in another way... I clean his right pec, one long stroke at a time. I run
my tongue up between his pecs and up his neck; he moans a bit and turns his
head this way and that to give me access. And I return to his left pec and
lick the sweat from that, stroke by stroke; tasting him, lost in his scent
and taste. I ask him to raise his left arm, and my face reaches under the
vest for his armpit -- licking, stroking -- his smell, the smell of the
leather. Cleaning out his armpit with my tongue. I raise my head and come
at this arm from the other side of the vest, from the outside; and, from
his armpit, start licking out along his arm. He flexes his bicep for me and
I swoon. How hard and literally hot it is from the previous efforts.

Pumped.

"You like that arm, boy, huh?"

"Yes Sir!" And he flexes it more -- turning it this way and that. And i
worship it, what i was made to do... Worshipping that ultimate symbol of
his strength. And i start to move my tongue up the forearm and back down,
trailing down, back to his torso down the flare of his lats, smelling the
leather of the vest again. Down his tight stomach; down his crotch. My face
brushing his cock. Down his powerful thighs that steadied me so
before.... Down his calves, along his foot and down to his toes, sucking
each one. Caressing, adoring, worshipping. Back along his foot, up his leg;
my face gliding between his thighs, my tongue reaching his balls.

He bends his knees and raises his pelvis slowly as I start to tongue around
the base of his cock, between his thighs, behind his balls. Reaching his
butt. And he starts to moan a bit; he likes his ass rimmed. I spend time
there bringing him pleasure, which, after all, is my pleasure... and his
cock gets hard again. I come back and start to suck it, feeling it swell
and fill my mouth, feeling his control reassert itself.

His hand on my head now, forcing me down. He sits up and starts bucking his
hips. And, hand holding my head at his crotch, he moves from the bed and
stands over me.

"Get me another beer boy, I think we both need a drink."

I get him another beer and he starts to drink it while I suck his cock. One
hand lifting the bottle to his mouth, flexing his arm, displaying his
power; the other hand on my head demonstrating his power -- muscle and
will, strength and domination.

He knows what he has before him.

"You were very good boy and didn't spill a drop last time, so this time
we'll just stay right here..."

We're by the mirror, between it and the bed and i have to make sure not to
spill a drop. He pours some beer down his cock and I drink it up; he leans
down and feeds me some beer from his mouth and I drink it up. I feel that
trembling in his legs as he struggles to relax, to fight the urge to hold
it back from me.

And he starts to moan. His leg muscles flex. My cock is rock hard in my
hand, his cock filling my mouth.

He moans and yells: "HERE YOU GO BOY! DRINK IT!"

He starts the stream and its coming in torrents this time, filling my mouth
every two seconds. I can't let it spill so I'm swallowing and swallowing
and he keeps it coming and coming. I'm stroking my cock, his hand on the
back of my head keeping me clamped to his crotch. I'm struggling to keep
pace with it and it flows and flows and flows... He drinks some more beer
and i'm lost in him. Drowning in him. Clutching him. Sucking him down. And,
barely touching my cock, as my mind starts reeling at the effort of keeping
pace because he just keeps pissing! My cock, with one light touch of my
hand, explodes... my body bucking off of his while my mouth stays clamped,
drinking, swallowing, cumming and cumming and drinking and drinking.

"Good boy! Yeah, good boy! Drink it boy! Good boy.... yeah.... good boy..."

And as the tremors in my body slow, his piss starts to recede and I begin
to breathe again. Still sucking; still swallowing -- sagging against the
pillars of his legs, his hand stroking my hair and my mouth cleaning his
cock of the last drops.

And he pets me on the head "Good boy!"

I sag to the floor.

"Now its my turn boy... get on the bed... Lie on your back"

And he kneels beside me on the bed and starts stroking his cock. I'm
looking up at his amazing face, his astonishingly beautiful body, the tan
glowing in the dim light. He starts to stroke his cock as my hands run over
his body from below. "Oh Sir, what a body you have. Look at you, just look
at you Sir..." My hands grabbing the meat of his pecs, running over the
hard rippled stomach, and I start to blow lightly on his balls and his
cock. He starts to moan as his cock gets harder still, and, as I blow on
his balls and crotch he moans even deeper than before and SHOOTS on my
face, on my chest, on the harness, on the bed. He shoots and shoots, his
body spasming around his crotch; and he shoots and I feel the warm cum on
my body and know that, for this night, he's made me totally his...

We wash, he brings a towel and cleans my body. We dress and he stands by
the door and kisses me ever so sweetly and says good night, and leaves.

And that's how my birthday ended!