Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 14:41:35 -0600 From: Mark Reid Subject: The Adventures of Pete Cordell, Interstate Interlude, Part 4 Part Four Back in the Present day: Pete "Damn!" I said, as we lay sprawled out on the bed. While Will had been telling his story, we lazily ran our hands over each other's bodies. My dick was springing back to life, and I could feel theirs also start rising. "So y'all knew right then that you were made for each other?" "Hell, yes!" Ben said. "The moment he shot in my mouth, I felt like I had come home." He lightly stroked my hard dick. "But let's continue on with the story." Ben: After I left Will in the bedroom, I went into the bathroom and quickly showered. After drying myself off, I walked to the kitchen, still naked, and starting getting everything out to start dinner. A few minutes, Will entered the room, naked also, and I handed him a fresh beer. Will took a big swig, and wiped his lips. "Damn, that tastes good. What can I do to help?" "At the moment, nothing. I just put the potatoes into the oven. It'll take about an hour. In about 45 minutes, I'll put the steaks on. Let's go in the living room and chill 'til then." He followed me into the living room, and as I fired up the stereo, he sat down on the sofa. Once I had some music playing, I sat down beside him. We spent the next 45 minutes talking about everything and nothing. As we talked, our hands lazily roamed over each other's bodies. At one point, I had his head in my naked lap, face up, as I gave him a scalp massage. I had never felt so comfortable with someone in my life. Ultimately, I had to get up and get the steaks going. I put on a t-shirt and shorts for two reasons: 1) I didn't want to get hair in our food; and 2) I had to go out back to grill the steaks on my hibachi. Will followed my lead, and once he was dressed, he proceeded to put the salad together while I, fresh beer in hand, headed out back. Ten minutes later, I returned with the steaks and found that Will had already set the table. In addition to plates and silverware, he had set out two wine glasses and had lit candles. A bottle of good red wine I kept on hand was sitting on the table. "Sorry," he said. "I had to hunt around to find everything. I hope you don't mind." "I don't mind at all," I said. "It looks beautiful." Blushing, he said, "Well, I wanted everything to be perfect. It's been perfect so far." "I agree. Let's open the wine, while the steaks are resting." About five minutes later, we started eating. I moved my chair next to his, and as we ate, we used our free hand to caress each other. By the time we had finished, my dick was so hard it was painful. I stood up and quickly shed my clothes. "I can't take it anymore. I need that big dick inside me right now!" I cried. "What about the dishes?" Will asked. "Fuck the dishes! We'll stack them in the sink!" I replied, grabbing the plates and moving toward the kitchen. Will grinned, and standing up, he removed his clothes and gathered the rest of the dishes and carried them into the kitchen, his hard dick swinging from side to side. Setting them into the sink, I grabbed that massive dick, and led him back into the living room. He made as if to go to the bedroom, but I pulled him up short. "No. I want to do it right here, on the table." I cried. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm sure. The table's sturdy. It'll survive." "No, that's not what I meant. I meant are you sure you want me to fuck you? There aren't many men that can take it." "I admit I've never taken something that big, but I'm going to tonight or die trying. So, are you going to fuck me with that thing, or what?" He grabbed me and, pulling me tight against me, kissed me deeply. "Hell, yes I'm going to fuck you with my monster." He kissed me again. "Now bend your ass over the table and let me at it!" As I did, he bent down, spread my cheeks apart, and proceed to tear into my ass with his hot tongue. I groaned as he licked and sucked on my hole, and when he stuck his tongue into my chute, I jerked, and felt my dick leave a stream of precum on the tabletop. He continued to eat my ass, loosening me up for that huge dick we both knew was coming. After a while, he pulled off, and replaced his tongue with one of his big fingers. It felt heavenly sliding into my ass, and when he found my prostrate, I added more precum to the table. Soon, one finger was replaced with two, and finally three. He used one finger of each hand to really stretch my ass. The feeling was so intense, I moaned, "That's enough! Fuck me now!" Desperate for something to use as lube, he grabbed the bottle of olive oil still on the table, and poured a thick stream into my ass crack. Using his fingers, he pushed the oil up into me. Grabbing more oil, he coated that monster dick, and placed the head against my hole. It went in easily, and I leaned back, taking about half of it in me before I had to stop. Will understood my difficulty, and he didn't move at all while I adjusted to that monster. After a few minutes, I relaxed and took another three inches. I felt I was being ripped open, yet at the same time, it was the most intense feeling I'd ever had. He started pulling back and sliding back in, very slowly, going a little deeper each time. The constant pressure on my prostate got me past the pain, and after a little while, I felt his pubes rub against my ass cheek. I had taken the whole thing! He stayed still for a few moments, letting me get used to the log in my ass. Finally, I said "Now fuck me like you mean it!" He took me at my word, and proceeded to give me the fuck of my life. He started with long, slow strokes, pulling almost the way out before slamming it back home. He then started using short punches, rubbing his head over my prostate over and over again. He would change angles, hitting places inside of me that had never been hit before. At one point, he started pulling it all the way out before slamming it back all the way to my heart. My butt was on fire, and the constant pressure on my prostate was causing me to see stars. His strokes started getting harder and shorter, and I knew he was about to come. He did too. Reaching around me, he grabbed my dick and started stroking me. It only took about three strokes before I screamed, "I'm coming! And I proceeded to shoot over an over again, lost in ecstasy. Will groaned loudly, and I felt his dick unloading in my ass. By the time he had finished, I felt like I had a quart of cum in me. He didn't immediately pull out, and I began to feel his cum leaking out of my butt and running down my thigh. I didn't mind, as he leaned over and pressed his body against mine. Eventually, though, we had to separate, and I leaned up and kissed him. "Thank you," I said staring deep into his eyes. "No, thank you," he said. "It's never been like this before." Smiling, I said, "I can see why. I've never been fucked better." Staring at my eyes, he said "This has been the most wonderful night of my life. Don't freak, but I could fall in love with you, given the chance." Those words, which had always scared the hell out of me in the past, made my heart sing. "I feel the same. I think we could be good together, but let's take it slow, okay?" "Okay," Will agreed. Now, what about those dishes?" "Let me go clean up first," I said. When I returned a few minutes later, I found Will in the kitchen, still naked, washing the dishes. Grabbing a towel, I moved beside him, drying as he washed. After we finished the dishes, and cleaned up the dried cum off of the tabletop, we retired to the living room sofa, where we basked in post-coital ecstasy. End of Part 4 Thanks for the positive comments. I will be submitting more of these as time affords.