Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2011 18:36:18 -0700 From: mr married Subject: Swap Fuck part 2 These stories are fiction, and as such, I've left out the safe sex part. Always practice safe sex - don't put yourself and those you love at risk. I'd love to hear from anyone who likes these stories, and if you are in the SF area and interested in swapping, I'd like to try making my fantasies a little more real...although not so extreme as these stories get sometimes... mwm94010@gmail.com After our first encounter, I was a little freaked out. It went farther than I had envisioned, and I wasn't sure about how much farther I'd like to go, but I did thoroughly enjoy myself. I found it a little frustrating that he had me jerk off so many times before I got butt fucked, but I still did cum when he fucked me and all that ball spanking had really got me thinking. For the first few days I had a funny feeling whenever I took a dump, and at first I was worried that maybe I had gone too far. I had this urge to push out something, and but there was nothing there. It was more like something _wasn't_ there, just the memory of dick, pounding me down. My butt was all too aware of what it had gone thru, and even my balls were sensitive to the touch. The feeling was pleasant, even if disturbing, but it faded after three or four days. It had been a week or so, and I still couldn't stop thinking of what had happened. It was days before I stopped obsessively jacking off thinking about it, in fact, and I was soon wondering what would the next session consist of. Was the guy really interested in bottoming? He didn't really seem the bottom type. I'm not really the top-type, either, but I've had years of experience fucking my wife and topping can't be all that much different, I figured. As long as I just fucked away, the deed should get done. Right? After two weeks, I got an email asking if I was ready for the other half of the swap. We set up a date and time when we both could sneak away from work - a Tuesday morning. I showed up at the agreed upon time, and he answered the door as soon as I knocked, dressed casually in some slacks and a tee shirt. He was about my age, but where as I had been pretty skinny all my life and then gone a little to fat around the middle, he was a bigger guy and although he had put on a little middle age spread, too, his was a better distributed than mine. He was beefy, although not particularly muscular. Although I'm pretty macho, all things considered, I'm also fairly hairless on my legs, arms, chest and butt. He, on the other hand, was fairly hairy all over. I wasn't too sure about whether I found that sexy or not - I'm used to fucking girls, and girls don't as a rule have hairy chests or behinds. He showed me into the bare bedroom where we had had our last encounter and invited me to start stripping, too. As we laid down on the bed next to each other, he turned away from me and presented his butt to me. I started to run my hand over, feeling the surprisingly soft hair, and running my hand over his crack, leading one finger down into it, brushing for his hole. With my other hand, I started feeling up his chest, his meaty stomach, and his hairy ballsack. I wasn't all so much into his ball whacking routine, so I just pulled on his balls, and occasionally pulled on his semi-hard dick. It was a little meatier than mine, and I remembered when erect it was a little longer than mine, also. My hand strayed to his chest frequently, and I would grab his breasts and squeeze, and pull on his nipples. After a while, both he and I started to harden up, but I was in no hurry to get right to fucking. I had waited way too long for this moment, and I had a lot of curiousity to satisfy before I got to the fucking. I started to turn him over onto his back, and moved in to bite and suck on his breasts and then his nipples. His hair didn't get caught in my teeth like I was a little afraid it would, and I sucked as much of his breasts into my mouth as I could, then letting go and gnawing on his nipples - pulling them out away from his body as I did so. With my other hand, I started rubbing his stomach like it was a little Budha doll, running my finger in his belly button, moving down to lick and suck on his belly, too. I kept my hands moving from his breast, to his stomach, and his balls, really getting off on the feel of the underside of his ball sack. Then I kept my hand rubbing the area behind his balls, but in front of his hole, I felt him move his legs apart to allow me better access. I moved down to his dick, but only brushed the tip of his dick with my mouth. I was after his balls- gnarly hairy and shopworn, they had a roughness that fascinated me. I took his balls, one at a time and then both at once, into my mouth and pulled on them. The smell was intoxicating. He wasn't freshly showered. He actually was a little sweaty, and he smelled as if maybe he had jacked off before I came over. The smell drew me in, and I had to lick and slurp first his balls, then up and down the side of his dick, and then behind his balls where I was rewarded with the musk that so attracted me. I sucked on his crotch down there, just behind his balls, and licked and sucked, spending minutes and minutes trying to absorb all that manly scent. As it got slimey from my spit and sucking, I inched down to his hole - fearing the smell I thought must be down there, but unable to stop myself now that I had started. His legs spread out at the knees, and he pulled his legs up by the knees with his hands, opening himself wide for my access. I placed one of my fingers at his hole and started working around, occasionally dipping in a little, enjoying his squirming when I did. After a while, working on his balls, one or two fingers at his hole, it felt like his hole was trying to suck my fingers in - but I resisted the urge to probe further. I wanted my dick to be the first in there. I wanted it tight, and I wanted it unstretched and unprepared. He was starting to get frantic, so I started working my way back up to his chest, one hand still on his balls pulling and teasing. This guy was bigger than me. He may not have been taller, but he was built much more solid than I, but here he was squirming and begging, trying to get me to go further. His frustration was turning me on, and my dick was hard as a rock. He moved his hands to my dick, but whenever he did I'd either brush them off or shift my position so he couldn't get to me. I spit in my hand and started to pull on his dick, seeing how close I could get him to cumming, but never pulling too hard or too frequently for him to actually get his rocks off. As I worked my way back up him, I started to shift him back over on his side away from me, reaching under him and resuming the rubbing and grabbing of his butt. He got the message and presented his butt to me, nonverbally begging me to start the fucking. I reached out to the bedside table and got a tube of lubricant, spread a little on my fingers and massaged in onto the tip of my dick. Unike he did last week, I wanted some lube to make things go a little easier, a little faster, and a lot deeper right from the outset instead of waiting for natural butt juice to do the job like when he fucked me. I used my fingers, still greasy from the lube, to massage his hole a little - soften it up. I cuddled up behind him and let my dick lay between his cheeks, slowly sawing back and forth, working deeper into his crack while at the same time, my dick got harder. While I was doing that, snuggling closer to him, I could smell his lightly sweaty body...I realized it must be his pits. I had forgotten that. I pushed his arm up over his head, worked the tip of my dick deep into the valley of his butt, the tip gently catching on his hole as I continued to saw, and sunk my face into his armpit, wheezing in the smell, and trying to suck his whole pit into my mouth. The smell was different from his balls, not so pleasant and hypnotizing, but still, it felt good, and I slobbered all over his pit trying to wash his sweat into my mouth. As my dick caught against his hole, I could feel him shifting back, seemingly trying to suck my dick into his butt. I let it catch a few times, let the head sneak in just a little, listened to him whimper, then I pushed him onto his stomach. I crawled on top of him, my legs played on either side of him, my dick laying in his crack, raising myself up on my elbows to get some leverage. As I felt my dick catch a couple more times, I felt him arch his butt up, still trying to grab my dick. About the fourth time he did that, I let him catch the tip with his arching, let my dick get good and lined up with his hole, and then raised myself up a littel further, then drove down with all my might, ramming my dick clear thru his ring, driving my dick as deep as it could go into his butt in the position I was in. He screamed/moaned as I broke thru, clearly hurting, but it felt so good and tight - I had never fucked anything so tight, certainly not my wife. As I slid it in, he seemed to grasp the entire length of my dick with is butt, I could feel the pressure all up and down my dick. As I sunk in, I stopped, as deep as I could get, and slumped down on his butt, keeping my dick buried deep with my weight. He just lay there under me - barely moving after the initial struggle to get away. After a minute or two of just laying there, accepting my cock up his ass, I could feel his butt tentatively squeezing my dick, trying to get comfortable with this hunk of cock shoved up into it. As he flexed his butt, I started to shift a little, moving a little back, then back forward. As I did this, I pulled myself back up on my elbows over him, and moved his arms up over his head, finally propping myself up with one hand holding his two wrists together over his head. It opened his armpits to me, and it felt like most of my weight was now resting on my dick, shoved up his ass. After a few minutes, I could feel him getting comfortable with my dick, soI slowly - very slowly - started to pull it back, teasing his asshole. slowly working my way back until just the tip of my dick was holding open his ring. I paused there, and I could feel his ring flexing. I waited until it flexed open, then shoved my dick back in as hard as I could, his groaning as I did so really turning me on. After a moments pause, I started the slow, slow pull out. God, it felt great. Not too much lube, so I could feel his butt pull on me, pulling out slow so I could feel every inch of him, feel his flexing open and closed as he felt this log retreat out of his butt. I am going to fuck this butt all night, I thought to myself. I'm going to take it slow and get every pleasure possible out of his poor defenseless butt. After ten minutes or so of using his butt, I could feel it had loosened up some and it seemed a lot wetter now. I was slipping in pretty easy, and pulling out slow was getting harder, and not as tight. "I wanna fuck you like a girl' I said. He groaned, but I pulled out, and positioned him on his back, his legs spread wide and pulled up. I positioned my dick back in his hole, and shoved it home. He groaned with pleasure, his legs instinctively spreading even wider for me. I couldn;t seem to quite get as deep this way, but now I had access to his balls and dick. He wasn't even hard, but he was a little firm, and when I pulled on his dick he jumped. Instead, I wrapped my hand around his balls and grabbed them real firm. They tried to squeeze out between my fingers, but I just grabbed harder and felt his hole tighten around my dick. Ahhhhhhhh...that's better. Holding myself up with one hand, I used my free hand to start slapping at his balls, trying to get his butt to stay clinched up, trying to regain that friction I had. I pounded on him this way for ten minutes or so, feeling his tits and armpits with my free hand, occasionally returning to his balls to give them a squeeze. I felt him just lay there, opening his legs and his butt to my dick, just enjoying the relentless in and out strokes I was maintaining. I still wasn't really trying to work up to anything. Even though he had loosened up some, he was still tighter than what I was used to. But I wasn't getting deep enough. I stopped, and pulled out, eliciting another grown from him. I rolled him back over on his stomach, then dragged his legs over the edge of the bed. Then I though better of that, and asked him to kneel down at the edge of the bed, with his butt hanging over where I could get to it. He was a little too high for my comfort and access. 'Spread your legs out...open up for me' I said. He sunk down, sort of kneeling and splayed out at the same time, and I lined up my dick and shoved it down his hole. The wya he was positioned, his hole was spread wide so I didn't have that tightness, but I got in much deeper...ahhhh..that felt good. He was pushed down on the bed, ass high in the air, just taking my dick. As try as I might, I couldn't resist getting into it. I was sawing my dick in and out of his butt, feeling him squirm on the instroke, then grabbing my dick on the out. When I pulled out slower, I could feel him grabbing me tighter, and it just got me all the more worked up. As I fucked this poor guy's ass silly, taking my pleasure, him bent over the bed giving it up to me, just letting me take my pleasure, I couldn't help but build to my conclusion. Finally, I couldn't stop or even slow down. I had this guy completely. He was just a butt to fuck, and fuck it I did. The friction built up until I could feel my explosion coming, coming too soon. His dick was still limp, him just struggling to take my fucking, groaning and groaning with every thrust. I started to cum - snaking my dick up his butt as far as I could, getting off on the resistance my dick felt with every thrust in and every pull out. I shot into his butt for three or four thrusts, as I reached around and grabbed his balls, and squeezed for all I was worth, squeezing harder with each shot of cum I loaded into his butt. I groaned and fell over him, my dick expended, stuck up his butt, trying to get in farther on the last stroke, trying to shoot my cum as deep as I could. I lay there for a bit, resting over his back, my dick, now turning limp, still run straight up his butt. I think he might have cum, but in any case, the softer my dick got the harder he seemingly squeezed. Eventually we both rolled over on our sides, my dick finally dropping out of his butt, but my hands still couldn't let go of roving over his balls, his dick, his stomach or his chest. That was a great fuck, I thought. I felt satiated.