GAY MALE; 'LIFE
WITH JOEY: Reunion #5: Deputy Cole' {Bud_83@hotmail.com}
Date: 8/3~4/2001
(M^M) [ 5 | ? ]
WARNING: This is
a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead,
is purely coincidencidental. Do not read this story if you are
offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not
read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the
laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. There
is sex between males, this episode will focus on major
domination. There are degrading language and situations. There is
bondage. There is unsafe sex practiced, and it is not adviced to
attempt this in real life. Stories are fun because there are no
real ramifications . . . Life isn't as forgiving. All
participants are consenting adults, even if they are fictitious.
It seems that these factors will be present at all times, since
those readers who respond keep asking for more (go figure it is
the authoritarian section). Enjoy!
Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty
Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced,
republished, or reposted without written permission from the
author.
LIFE WITH JOEY
REUNION #5: Deputy Cole
Author's dedication to T.R.BGHE, who knew?
WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . . Cole's
spasms ended and he shakingly released Moses from his grip. Cole
dropped to his knees and then spread himself across his spent
partner's body as their heaving chests slowly gained control and
resumed normal breathing. Cole remained on top of Moses for a few
more minutes, enjoying the feel of the hard flesh beneath him
then got to his feet and pulled Moses up with him. Wordlessly he
marched Moses over to where Finch was restrained. He turned Moses
around, unlocked his cuffs and pushed him against Finch's body.
Moses didn't say a word as his arms were pulled backward and
locked again behind Finch's back. He could feel Finch's yet to be
satisfied dick, hot between them, slicking up his lowerback and
round ass cheeks.
Cole turned. His boots made a heavy thud as he walked across the
barn to where I was tied. Moses and Finch were silently watching
Cole's ass as he moved.
"I'll be needing this back," Cole said to me as he
reached up and took his sopping jock from my mouth.
"Joey."
Moses' eyes shot to my face and recognition slowly dawned there.
Cole kept his attention focused on me and began to untie me from
the wall. "I saw you dance at the reunion. You were fucking
hot. Got me wanting to fuck you."
I looked up into his dark eyes. I wasn't sure what to say to
that. Up until about an hour ago, I would have said Cole was the
straightest man on the planet. I never would have guessed this
mountain of masculinity swings both ways. And, now, after seeing
him in amazing, masterful action, he was standing in front of me
telling me I had made him hot enough to want to fuck me. I sagged
a bit when I was finally released to stand on my own. Cole
stretched out his big hand, put it in the center of my chest and
held me up against the wall.
Continuing to look me in the eyes, Cole went on, "Sure wish
you had your costume on again so I could watch you take it off
just for me. I'd fuck you like you've never been fucked before or
will be again!"
What the fuck is it with these guys? I go to school with them
five days a week for roughly 190 days a year for seven years and
get nothing but ridicule and ostracism, now, ten fucking years
later, suddenly, I'm the choice cut of the day! It's totally
unreal! I don't know what I'd done in my former lives to deserve
this karma, but it certainly took its own sweet time getting
here!
"So, how 'bout it, Joey?" Cole commanded my attention,
drew my eyes into contact with his, "You wanna dance for
me?"
I was speechless.
"You don't have to say it, Joey. I can see it in your eyes .
. . I can see how much you want to dance on my dick . . . how
much you want me to fuck your brick-hard, gym-ass." Cole
continued talking to me.
My mouth simply wouldn't work except to drool. Cole grinned at me
and winked again. I turned to Jell-O™ inside.
"I can see you want me . . . you don't have to say anything
. . . just nod, Joey. We'll work out the details once you show
you want it . . . once you show you want me!"
I ignored the world around me. I was focusing on the deep voice;
the heated smell of manly sweat; the matted, damp hair; the scent
of spent, mingled ejaculate and saliva. The smells and heat and
textures before me overwhelmed me. I nearly passed out from
desire. My ass ached in lonely vacancy as much as my swollen cock
and pent-up balls cried for release. Did I want Cole to fuck me?
YES! But, in the back of my mind was the image of Finch grinning
that damned grin at me. I froze deep in confusion.
"Joey, all you have to do is nod and I'll take you to the
gates of heaven on the express elevator between my legs."
Fuck. His corny lines were breaking away at the ice in my head.
The image of Finch's grin was replaced by Cole's grin. The image
of Cole fucking me was scalding away any other thoughts. Finch
had said he had permanant plans. Cole said he wanted me. Still, I
couldn't bring myself to nod my head.
Cole scowled a little, and it hurt me to have made him mad. But,
I just wasn't processing this very quickly at all. Fatigue in all
its forms was claiming my mind and body. I continued to sag while
he held me against the wall for a moment, then he let me drop!
Well, I can tell you, that sure got the adrenaline pumping again!
Stunned, on my hands and knees at Cole's booted feet, I looked
up. Starting with his shiny, black leather boots, I took in the
sight as my eyes began their 6' 3" ascent to heaven on this
human Colossus. The top of his boots end just below his calves.
Round, firm, and cut with that sexy cleft, they mass, stretch,
then coalesce back at his strong, thick, square knees. Whereupon
the muscles go up like twin tree trunks to form his thighs.
Cole's legs are covered in fine red-blond hair with a few
"worn" places (the backs of his calves and his inner
thighs are nearly shorn free of hair, I guess from the constant
rubbing of his tight trousers.) His thick thighs mass out and
then condense where they meet his body. There would be a slight,
square opening below his crotch if it weren't for his golf ball
sized testes. The left testicle is slightly larger than the right
one and hangs lower as wellwe all know what that means!
(Cole's right handed.) Because his cock never really did go
softit stayed in a half-hard stateI could see his
balls dropping to hang lower after firing his humongous salvo of
semen. I noticed the remnants of his nut-cracking load pearling
on the head of his dick. Cole must have noticed my gaze because
he throbbed his cock. I felt my head bob with the motion. "Damn!"
I thought to myself, "his crotch sure gives new meaning
to 'erector set.'" When Cole does a muscle-up, the
entire orchestra changes tempo! Torn, I forced my eyes away from
the sticky eye of his dick and moved my gaze upward, following
the maestro's baton as it were. I drew in a deep breath when I
reached his pubes. Red pubic hair has got to be the most exicting
thing on the planet. I smile to myself everytime I think of the
nicknames guys with red hair getmy favorite being
firecrotch! And I'd be DAMNED if Cole didn't live up to that name
in more ways than one! Every nuance of the name came to mind:
firehose, burning hot, fireman, flaming desire . . . . I stopped
there only long enough to breathe about fourty times SLOWLY then
continued my visual journey up the mountain. I know you're
wondering why I'd continue my journey to the peak when half way
up would have sufficed, but you just don't understand. As
impressive as Cole's cock is, it is only one facet of the
incredible turn on he provides. His waist is slim and makes his
chest seem all the more massive as it forms more of a T
than a V. I followed his treasure trail in reverse. And,
although I call it a treasure trail, there is no real trail to it
unless you count the patterns the hair forms when it is pushed
one way or matted with moisture of some kind. The hair fans out
to cover his ripped abs and chest in all the right places. I
can't adequately describe the sight to you, but I'll try. The
hair on Cole's chest and torso follows the curves of his muscles.
There is no "overspill"; it is only on his front, as if
it had been planted to grow that way. The matted waves form
little patterns; and it is only then that there is a noticable
"trail", if you would call it that, which runs up the
center of his torso and chest. His pecs are equally dusted in the
red-gold forest. It grows densely, parting only to allow the pink
of his pointed nipples to jut temptingly out. His gym work is
obvious. His pecs are wide and full and hard. His shoulders are
broad and strong with a prerequisite formation of freckles. They
seemed sun-made, and sexy for that. Normally, this isn't all that
attractive, but with some red heads, it can be. And for me, on
Cole, it couldn't have been any sexier. His neck is thick, but
not overly so. His jaw is square and fine. Shaved clean and
smooth at the beginning of his shift, he has already begun to
show stubble. His pink lips are neither thin nor thick, and the
upper lip is covered slightly by his red-blond mustache. His nose
is hooked and slightly thick at the bridge from being broken once
in football. His eyes are deep-set and dark, commanding your
attention and getting it. His forehead is wide and open, giving
his face a full, hunky, masculine look. Finally, in my
not-so-humble opinion, his crowning glory, his red hair is
close-cropped. The sides are neatly trimmed close, to the point
that you can see the sun-altered skin beneath. The top is
slightly fuller, still red, but bleached blond by the sun. He
couldn't be more tantalizing if he had whipped cream and a candle
on top (well, maybe . . . *grin*). I allow my eyes to glide
slowly down his handsome face to his neck and shoulders once
more, my tour of the U.S.S. Cole nearly complete. I marvel at the
curve his shoulders make as they bunch into powerful biceps,
triceps, the whole packagethick with the "muscle
vein" (you know what I'm talking about, the vein that runs
down the front of the biceps.) I now understand why some guys
refer to them as GUNS. On this destroyer of a body, they
could be no less than what they are. His fierce arms knot and
cord their way down to large hands. Currently these hands are
bunched into fists, covered in leather gloves, one hand contains
the sodden jockstrap which I had so recently been chewing on. My
visual excursion complete, my eyes slowly made their way back to
his face. The scowl deepened when he looked into my eyes.
"Fuck it! Open your mutherfucking mouth!"
There was no mistaking the authority behind the command. Cole is
a man who is used to having people do exactly as he tells them
and brooks no arguements. I opened my mouth. Cole made no move. I
was there on my knees at Cole's feet, mouth open, and I was
waiting.
Cole knew I would offer my obedience, but it did not appease him.
He reached down to pull me up by my arm pits, then stopped.
Instead, he straightened, turned, walked over to the cot, and sat
upon it. He half-reclined, resting his head and shoulders against
the wall and holding himself there on his elbows. He spread his
legs. This left his ass and cock and balls exposed over the edge
of the mattress.
"CRAWL!"
I had no choice but to crawl. Cole's voice has an edge to it.
Even if I thought about it, "no" was not an option. I
moved, but remembering his words to Moses, I went slowly. The
scowl turned less sour and became merely stern. I wouldn't see
the openess that had been there when he gave me a choice earlier.
I had screwed that up. Now, it was clear that regardless of how I
felt, Cole was going to get what he desired. We both knew what he
wanted. We both knew he would call the shots. We both knew it was
inevitable.
When my nose had barely entered the V made by his legs,
Cole ordered me to move even slower. He told me to smell his
flesh. He told me to lick the salt-sweat from his calves.
Finally, he told me to place my nose beneath his swaying balls
and sniff deeply. The aroma was unmistakably masculine. Again, I
was ordered to bathe his body with my tongue. I licked gently at
the flesh he commanded me to service. I began by slowly drawing
my tongue across his lowest hanging testicle (the left one). I
gently bounced it, playing paddle-ball. I cupped my tongue and
cradled his right testicle until my lips brushed against the
wrinkled scrotum, whereupon I gently placed a kiss. This elicited
a satisfied grunt, nothing more.
"GET YOUR TONGUE IN THERE AND LICK MY BUTT!"
For the second time in the past twenty-four hours, I was being
asked to place my tongue in the most unspeakable place on a human
body. Yet, I was not being given any more an option now than I
had been then. The two differences between the two incidents are
that I am not being squatted upon and that I have experience at
this, this time. Obediently, I pointed and jutted my tongue and
delivered it against Cole's tight pucker without revoltion or
hesitation. One thing I will take away from Finch's attack is
that I no longer have an aversion to rim jobs. Cole would give me
an order and I would snap-to and deliver. For every grunt of
approval I received, I found I attempted to please him more. This
sometimes caused me to become over- zealous and I would become
too hurried in my adoration. When this happened, I would be made
to stand and lie across Cole's lap. He would slap my ass hard. I
received several slaps to the ass and it became red and hot and
tingled. Each time I was struck, the head of my hard-on would be
thrust against Cole's solid leg muscle. It was painful and
erotic. After each connection with his thigh, my cock would leave
a sticky pre-cum rope to hang, joining my dick to his leg. As the
rocking force of each slap propelled my dick into Cole, the same
motion also created a rolling effect on his cock. Trapped between
his torso and my side, his penis would be massagingly lolled from
side to side with every swing of Cole's masterful arm.
My punishment ended, I was permitted to return to my
body-worship. For nearly twenty minutes, I gave Cole as tongue
bath. I was only allowed the use of my lips and tongue until he
determined I was ready to proceed. When the moment finally came,
Cole was dripping clear lube-juice which slicked up his pole
nicely and made it shine.
"ALRIGHT, GET YOUR MOUTH ON ME!"
I noted how his commands were brief and undeniable as I covered
my teeth with my lips and began to slowly push them open against
his sticky head. I decided this method of taking him into my
mouth as opposed to a wide-open approach for the simple pleasure
of giving a little slow torment back. It had the desired effect
of forcing Cole, momentarily, to lose control and grunt out his
surprise and pleasure.
"GHUHHHN! . . . SWEET JESUS!"
I continued to slowly force my lips over the "magic
inch" below the head which I had managed to engulf.
"YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO SUCK!" Cole crooned. "DID
THEY TEACH YOU THAT IN STRIPPER SCHOOL?"
I let his words roll off of me, concentrating as I was on taking
as much of his cock as possible. I knew there would be no way I
could take him all. I have a serious gag-reflex and so after
about three inches slipped into my hot, sucking mouth, I began a
slow retreat. I had taken more of him than I anticipated, yet it
was oddly erotic feeling his large cock-head pushing at the
opening of my throat. I continued with my slow withdrawl until I
allowed his entire dick out of my mouth. Then, I repeated the
process. Maddeningly slow, I got up a rhythm . . . .
"GHUHHHN! . . ." I took his dick into my mouth.
"YEAH! BUD . . . EAT THAT SLIMY FUCKER! . . . " I went
as far as the back of my mouth.
On it went for about fifteen lunges. I was beginning to think he
would cum soon. Cole's balls began to thicken and draw closer to
his body. As I decended on my sixteenth mouth-stroke, Cole
ordered, "GET DOWN ON IT! FURTHER!"
I panicked. I couldn't take him any further into my mouth without
setting off my gagging. Of course, Cole didn't know this, nor did
he care. He had told me what I would do. I made a feeble attempt
to go further and choked. In one quick backward movement, like I
had hit a high-tension coiled spring, I rebouned with a
resounding, "RRRRUUUAAAAAAAAKKKK!"
Cole was on me like stink on skunk.
"GET BACK ON MY COCK AND TAKE IT LIKE THE POLE-SMOKING BITCH
YOU ARE!"
I made my way back toward his cock. Before I could connect,
Cole's hands grabbed on either side of my head. For a moment I
feared the worst. He twisted my head upward and forced me to look
at his mouth (I knew better than to look into his eyes because of
his interaction with Moses earlier.)
"UH, UH! GET UP HERE AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!"
Obediently, I stood and leaned across his lap. Cole let loose on
my ass, each word would be joined by a heavy slap which not only
caused my ass-cheeks to burn, but my face to burn, as well, with
shame.
"YOU . . . *SMACK* . . . WILL . . . * . . . NOT . . . * . .
. GAG . . . * . . . ON . . . * . . . MY . . . * . . . COCK! . . .
* . . . IS . . . * . . . THAT . . . * . . . UN- . . . * . . .
DER- . . . * . . . STOOD? . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . *
. . . * . . . * . . . * . . . *."
He was brutal. Each blow brought tears to my eyes as I received
twenty strokes for my whipping. He pushed me forcefully back in
to place. I began again. No more orders were issued. They were
not necessary.
I tried to control my gagging as his dick-head neared my reflex
point. It didn't work! Horrified, I heard the offending sound
issue again, "RRRRUUUAAAAAAAAKKKK!"
Cole's rough hands siezed me again. And again, I received a
punishment.
"*SMACK* . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . YOU . . . * .
. . WILL . . . * . . . NOT . . . * . . . GAG . . . * . . . ON . .
. * . . . MY . . . * . . . COCK! . . . * . . . IS . . . * . . .
THAT . . . * . . . UN- . . . * . . . DER- . . . * . . . STOOD? .
. . * . . . NOW, . . . * . . . GET . . . * . . . DOWN . . . * . .
. THERE . . . * . . . AND . . . * . . . SUCK. . . * . . . MY . .
. * . . . COCK . . . *!"
Twenty-five. The tears were streaming down my face. Cole gripped
my face in his large hands with a pinching motion and shook it.
Then he roughly wiped the tears away. Again I was on my knees.
The same response! Gag . . . thirty strokes to my flaming ass!
I had to think of something. Nothing had allowed me to conquer my
gag reflex before. In despiration, I slowly resumed my pitiful
cock-worship. I nearly pulled back in fear as the head breached
my lips. I couldn't gag again. I wouldn't gag again. As I inched
down, I decided to go as slowly as I could. I would drag this out
and give me time to think. I tried to remember anything that
could help me. All the stories I had read suggested breathing
through the nose and it would just happen. I've never had any
luck with that approach. Suddenly I was at the moment of truth,
but my memory and body both failed me.
I was hauled up for thirty-five more wallops. This time, instead
of focusing on holding back the pain, I searched my rattled head.
I had a plan! It was a longshot, but I had to try something.
There was no way I could handle fourty more pounding blows. I was
resolved not to receive any more than the 135 swats I had already
earned. (110 for gagging, the other 25 from earlier!)
I resumed my position. As I hit the two inch mark, I started my
plan in action. Remembering to breathe through my nose, I
concentrated on lifting my left foot off the floor. This was a
trick my dentist had taught me when I had my first wisdom tooth
removed. If I misdirected my thoughts, I could overcome my
gagging. I was at the moment of truth and passed it before I
realized that Cole's golf ball-knob was in my throat. I took a
little more of it, and felt the gagging begin, so I switched
focus and retracted a bit for more air. I had done it! I was so
pleased with myself that I looked up, cock in mouth, directly
into Cole's eyes. He was staring intently. His expression had
changed slightly from anticipated anger to mild shock and then
pleasure. I dropped my gaze back before Cole got angry with me. I
began my assault again. This time, I closed my eyes and
concentrated on my foot. I slid forward and ignored the motion .
. . ignored the feeling of swallowing a late-summer cucumber. My
universe at that moment was my left foot. The need for air
prodded itself into my new existance and I retreated before I
would choke for lack of oxygen. When my need for breath was
sated, I went back to work. I lifted my left leg and began my
decent. I had given up on attempting to go as slowly as I had in
the beginning. Cole didn't seem to mind, so I dropped in a quick
motion. I noted that after a while, I didn't have to focus on my
foot as much. I was gaining some control over my gagging.
Whenever I felt the "tickle" begin, I forced myself to
focus on my foot. Eyes closed, thinking of my foot when needed,
and nearly eight inches of a foot long cock in my mouth, I didn't
know how I was doing it.
Cole's groans were beginning to get louder as my rhythm picked
up. I worked another inch down my throat. Up, take a breath . . .
down . . . up and breathe again . . . down and hold. I repeated
this pattern until I was rewarded with a nose full of dark red
pubic hair. It was while I was holding my nose against his hairy
groin that Cole began to cum. His cock expaned, my jaws were
nearly stretched to the max and were beginning to tire. Only my
dentist had ever had my jaws this far apart before. Cole began a
stream of explatives and moans to punctuate his orgasm. I
couldn't taste his cum because he was thoroughly buried in my
throat. And, to make sure he got all that he wanted out of me,
his left hand clamped down on the back of my head, spearing me
until he decided I could come up. All I could feel was the spasms
stretching my throat as his cock tried to jump around. Once his
tremors ceased, Cole loosened his grip and allowed me to remove
his cock from my burning throat. I was in desperate need of air.
As I gasped for breath, I looked once again at Cole. He had
collapsed back against the wall, his arms hanging limply beside
his sweaty, huffing form. I once more dared to glance at his
face. His eyes were veiled, but not closed. I didn't look away
when our eyes connected. A large grin broke across his face and I
was confused yet again.
"DAMN! Joey, you sure give great head. You needed a little
coaxing, but you're the first fucker whose ever been able to take
all of me."
I stared blankly at him. What the fuck! He just beat my ass,
literally, so that I would suckno, strike thatdeep
throat, his cock; and he's grins down at me like it's Christmas
and I'm supposed to be . . . what? I don't have a clue! What's
going on? I come home for a high school reunion thinking it'll be
worth a few laughs and suddenly I become the sex-toy of every
horny jock in the county. Worse, I've become their whipping boy
as well. But the single worst portion of it all is that some part
of me was enjoying it. My cock was still rock hard. I was turned
on by some part of this. I don't know if it is the controlling,
the muscles, the near-force, the rough handling, or what.
At that point, Cole looks down at me. He eyes my rampant soldier.
"All right, Joey. Last chance . . . you want me to fuck you?
I promise we'll take care of that for you." He indicated my
hard-on with a jut of his chin. "All you have to do is beg
me."
I couldn't believe what I had heard! Here he practically raped my
mouth when I took to long to ask him to fuck me and now, he's
offering to fuck me, but only if I beg him for it! The question
was left unspoken . . . how much pride do you have?
Well, let's be honest. When you're a horny little bastard who
needs to get off, and has been erect (painfully) for nearly an
hour and forty-five minutes, you learn to bury your pride.
I won't go in to all of the grovelling I had to do to get Cole to
fuck me. Basically, I found out that he likes subservience, he
likes raucous, wild sex, and he LOVES being begged for the
pleasure of his cock. I noticed that the more I pleaded with him,
the harder his dick got. The nastier I begged, the quicker his
dick rose. Soon, he was hard again. He told me I could get fucked
if I throated him once more. Still a little sore, I didn't
necessarily have his prong tickling my stomach opening again, but
as I said, I needed to get my rocks off. So, once again, Cole
found me swinging from his dick. I was buried nose-deep in his
pubes, and he grunted his pleasure in one syllable words. When I
came up off of him, he commanded me to get him all wet so I would
enjoy it more. Finally, he determined it was time to fuck me.
"Get your ass up here on this cot, Joey." Cole stood
and gestured for me to take his position.
I did my best to imitate his pose on the bed, but I'm just not
tall enough to cover that much space. My head fit nicely on the
cot with a little bit to spare between it and the wall, while my
ass and legs were hanging off the edge. Cole told me to lift my
legs and put them around his waist. I did and he started to rub
his prick up and down my crack. When the head grazed my butthole,
he would stop and make a few tentative thrusts to tease me. This,
of course, got me even more riled up and I began to beg with
every dirty word I could muster to get him to push inside. I knew
he was bigger than Finch, but I thought I could handle it. He
spit down upon himself and lubed himself up again. He held out
his hand and had me spit into it as well. He stroked himself
slick and then began pushing against me. I thought I was going to
be ripped in two as the head and an inch or so of his dick popped
into my waiting bunghole.
"Geez! . . . Wait! . . ." I sputtered, but it was no
good. Cole was in command again, and I was just going along for
the ride.
He didn't force himself down so quickly as to shove himself all
the way in on the first thrust. He was at least that kind.
However, he never let up his slow decent. He was definately
laying new pipe. I had never had anyone near his size, and
definately never fucking me. The stretching and pressure were
intense. I was torn between pleasure and pain. Just when I
thought it was unbearable and was about to try to wriggle free,
Cole reached out and grabbed my dick with the hand he had slicked
himself up with. The leather was still moist and smooth. With all
of my own cock-snot leaking, he gripped my sensitive knob and
played like my swollen dick was a gear shift. I squirmed in new
pleasureable torment. To add to his enjoyment, he even began
making the little boy noises to imitate a car accelerating. It
both annoyed me and turned me on.
He continued this until it was obvious that I would explode if he
did it any longer. I whined in frustration when he released my
cock and let it slap back and hit my abdomen.
Cole stopped thrusting into me. He pushed all the way down. Our
eyes connected. His hands reached forward and he began to tug at
my erect nipples. He pinched the tip and rolled it between his
thumb and forefinger then pull the point away from my body. The
blending of pleasure and pain was intense. I groaned and arched
my back. He let go of my left nipple and pushed down on my
stomach to hold me flat on the cot. The action forced him fully
in to me. I was in desperate need of him to move within me. I had
to feel him thrusting and driving. I began to beg yet again for
him to push me over the edge. I begged him to fuck me. I was
becoming the king of beggars. My pleas did not long go
unanswered. They stoked Cole's fires as much as my own. He
removed his hand from my stomach and snared my hip with it. His
other hand moved up to clasp my shoulder. Cole crouched a bit and
manuvered his left leg slightly behind to give him a better
driving thrust. He never broke contact with my eyes as he
fractioned his way out of my ass. Once he had pulled back to the
point where only his dickhead remained inside, he began a series
of jabs which brought his solid cock in contact with my prostate.
He never missed a stroke as he prodded me to a delicious state of
mind-screaming oblivion. I'm sure it took longer, but it seemed
like he only made twenty lunges into me before I began to feel
the tingle of orgasm begin in the tips of my toes, my fingers,
and the top of my head. It was as if my hair were set ablaze and
each fiber was screaming. Then he shoved in, all the way . . . .
One agonizing, searing, pleasurable dive into my deepest reaches.
That was enough to push my screaming, tingling, overwrougt
nerve-endings beyond their limits and my body began convulsing.
My spasms were so forceful that it seemed my butthole was going
to put a permanent crimp in Cole's cock. My entire chute began to
ripple with the effect of being straightened by the
monster-schlong's presence. The effect was almost instantaneous.
My orgasm triggered the same spasms in Cole's amazing dick. We
each had tripped the other's switch. The outcome was so
shattering to each of us that our grunts came in unison. Our
hearts were racing at the same pace; our breathing was irratic
and jagged and synchronized; our tremors redoubled against one
another; and our ejaculations were so closely timed that it
seemed as if they were choreographed.
My orgasmic juices rocketed between us and with the way my pecker
was jerking with my heartbeat, every other blast struck Cole. The
first hit him beneath the chin. The second struck me in the
hollow of my neck. The third splashed into the valley made by his
pectoral muscles, and so on until my seventh volley simply fell
into my pubic hair. Cole's ejaculate felt like it was a steady
stream inside me. I have no way of knowing if this is the case,
but I imagine it as if he were pissing his cum into me, that I
was being filled with his cream. As our orgasms waxed and waned,
Cole gently lowered his chest down to rest on mine. His weight
was full against me and I was pinned beneath his warm, sweaty,
glorious body.
"You're fucking unbelievable!" Cole grinned at me then
covered my mouth with his own. he forced his tongue into my mouth
and I began to suck him deeply within and thrust against his
tongue with my own.
I began to feel his weight too heavily and needed to adjust. He
sensed this and rolled to rest beside me on the cot. We turned
our heads to face one another and he said, "Joey *, you're
too fucking much, man."
"Joey *?" Moses finally spat out my name. "You
mean Finch's little crack whore is Joey?"
As one, our heads swung to look in his direction. It was clear
that our heated sex had gotten Finch and Moses worked up as well.
Finch was pumping away at Moses' ass even as he cast disparaging
words at me.
"Fuck you! Moses. I don't do that shit!" It was a lame
rejoinder, I know, but I was tired.
Cole looked backward over his shoulder at Moses and said,
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, PUSSY! JUST STAND THERE AND TAKE IT UP
THE ASS!"
That was all it took for Moses to muzzle himself.
I've left this story open-ended, but I'm going to take a brief
hiatus from writing. Rest assured there are at least three more
installments coming as soon as I can get them out.