Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 23:06:03
From: Kevin None of your business <kevin_b@hotmail.com>
Subject: Down on Dyke Road 4

I don't think I've ever been as aroused as I was while watching my own hand
knock on Brad's front door.

He'd given me the address and directions, and I knew the area where he
lived, north of me, near the private golf course.  It had been obvious when
he pulled up that fateful day that he did well monetarily, but when I was
cycling up the street I was truly impressed with the size of the properties
and houses.  This was a really expensive neighborhood.

I didn't have to wait long to see him.  The door came open almost
immediately, like he was waiting in eager anticipation for me, and Brad's
smiling face the first thing I saw inside.  Then I noticed his clothes.  He
was wearing a terry cloth robe, deep blue, and sandals.  It looked like he
was getting ready to take a shower.

He welcomed me in, glancing at my obvious hard-on as I walked through the
door.  I barely heard the door click closed when I felt his arms come around
me from behind.  His left arm over top of my left shoulder, his right arm
under my right arm, moving across my stomach and gently caressing me.  He
pulled me to him, which I did willingly, and I could feel the beginnings of
that mammoth erection poking against my backside.

His sweet breath came upon the side of my neck, just under my right ear, as
he embraced me in a hug.  His voice held a softness to it when he whispered.

"I'm so glad you could come."

I giggled.  "If you keep touching me like this, it'll be sooner than you
think!"

His right hand snaked down and cupped my cock and balls through my shorts.
He moaned out loud.

"Oh baby, I'm so fucking horny for you right now!"

Spinning me in his arms, his mouth found mine as he held me much like a man
holds his lover on the cover of romance novels.  I could almost see the
wind-swept scenery behind us, except we were in his front hall, kissing
romantically and holding each other.  His tongue found the dark recesses of
my mouth, mine softly allowing him.  He was the aggressor here, sexually,
and I was the willing beneficiary of that passion.

Our kiss continued, as we kept our grip on each other.  I was running my
hands through his hair, letting him know how much I wanted this to happen.
His hands held me effortlessly, my back slightly arched.  If he let go, I'd
surely fall backwards, but again, I was trusting him with my body and my
being.  In getting what he wanted and needed, I innately knew that I was
getting what I desperately wanted and needed too.

His cock.  Inside my mouth.  Inside my ass.

We kept the kiss up for a time, and then broke it, just staring into each
other's eyes for a moment.  His smile was the biggest I'd ever seen, it must
have hurt him to open his mouth that way for so much of the time.  I loved
having him hold me like that, and told him so.  His smile, believe it or
not, seemed to get bigger.

He pulled me up, and we straightened and let go of each other.  I looked
around at his front hall, and admired the decorating.  Brad waved around and
told me his wife watched every single show on cable about home décor.  I
laughed and assured him my wife was exactly the same.  Holding my hand and
leading me into the living room, I was very impressed with the colors she'd
chosen.  A soft moss green for the walls, a lighter shade on the trim, with
black leather furniture and a wide-screen t.v.  Throw pillows everywhere
seemed to highlight that this was a lived-in room, one that people actually
used instead of just having decorated.

Brad steered me to the couch, and we sat down.  He made sure he was right
next to me, his arm extended out for my head to rest on, like a teenaged boy
does to his first date.  I smiled at the sentiment.  It was obvious he was
eager and turned on and passionate.  I felt the same way!

He'd set out a tray of nibblies, and some bottles of beer, and offered them
to me.

"The only thing I want to drink right now is your cum."

I thought he'd melt in my arms.  His lips found mine again, and I fell back
into the revelry of feeling that tongue in me again.  My left hand began
stroking his chest, pulling the terry robe away from his skin and giving
myself lots of area to play with.  Almost instinctively my fingers found his
nipple, and I gently gave it a pull.  Brad's reaction was immediate.  His
tongue extended even further into my mouth, his breathing increased and I
could feel short shots of exhalation against my cheek, and he moaned under
his breath.  God I loved that!

We were both caught up in the eroticism of the moment.  My fingers continued
their trek downwards, smoothing over his tummy, caressing his midriff, while
we kissed and kissed and kissed.  I'd never enjoyed touching another human's
lips so much as I did with him, save perhaps for my jogger lover Richard
yesterday.  Nonetheless, I was swimming in rapture, my mouth yearning for
his, my mind and soul set on nothing else but tasting him to his very core.

I don't know how long we made out.  During the kiss we both spent some time
touching each other, my job made easier because he was wearing nothing under
his robe.  When I slipped the tie loose and found his cock with my hand, I
thought he'd swallow my tongue, he was so turned on.

Finally, sometime later, when we were both breathing hard and flushed from
the kiss, he broke it, long enough to literally pick me up and carry me as a
man does his bride across the threshold.  I felt so vulnerable and yet
protected, my head resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder, my lips
softly tasting the skin under his ear, as he held me, one arm around me and
the other under my legs.  He looked down at me several times as he slowly
climbed the stairs, and I knew what our destination was.

We were headed for his bed.

At the top of the stairs, he turned right, and we slipped into his bedroom.
The sheets were already drawn, prepared for two people soon occupying it.  I
expected him to set me down softly on the bed, but instead he walked around
the edge of the bed and we moved into the master bathroom.

The shower stall was huge, and glassed in.  The shower head itself looked
like that of a garden watering can, huge and filled with holes.  He set me
down feet first on the floor gently, once again kissing my lips with hunger.
  He allowed me to slip the robe off his shoulders, and I watched it fall to
the floor, exposing his body to me.

I took a moment to admire him.  Tanned and toned, he had very little body
hair.  He'd shaved his legs, and there was only a small tuft of dark curly
hair around his penis, which hung half-suspended and half-erect over top of
a beautiful sack holding his balls.  I wordlessly started pulling off my
T-shirt and biking shorts as he opened the door and started the shower.  I
could tell, without words being spoken, that he wanted us both to spend some
time just feeling each other's body, getting used to it by washing and
cleaning it.

When he was satisfied at the temperature, he held out his hand and led me
into the stall.  The water felt instantly wonderful on my skin, and I turned
to get a face full of it.  Immediately, I felt him move in behind me, his
cock poking against my buttock.  I wriggled myself back into him, showing
him how much I wanted him next to me, which produced a great laugh and a
kiss on the back of my neck.  I started to turn towards him, but he stopped
me and I felt his hands reach around and begin spreading soap on my chest.
His hands were powerful and delicate at the same time, and I almost swooned
back into him as my eyes closed and I began to enjoy his luxurious treatment
of me.

I wanted this experience, this man, more than life itself.  I wanted to feel
him inside me.  I wanted to feel him cum inside me, to see the expression on
his face as he reached his release, as he found that Everest of experiences,
the primal and visceral moment of allowing the sexual creature within to
finally explode, to feel him flood my bowels with his cum.

He continued his exploration of my body with his hands, running his fingers
through the hair on my chest, soaping me up, and filling my nostrils with
the light fragrance of the designer brand.  His hands ran around to my back,
and started their way downwards.  I reached out and braced my hands against
the wall, feeling the hot water cascading over me as he washed my back.
Moments later, Brad's hands found my ass cheeks, and he spent some glorious
time just massaging them apart and together.

I waited for it, and I'm sure he knew that and dragged the moment out.  I
wiggled my ass for him, giving him another indication that I wanted his
fingers.  He finally slid one down the crack, carefully slipping over my
hole and wandering further down to caress my hanging balls.  I moaned
loudly, and turned my head slightly.

"Please Brad, please," I begged, "please finger my ass".

His lips touched the back of my neck again, the delight of which momentarily
taking me away from my desires, and he used that sensual subterfuge to give
me the most incredible and delightful shock.  His finger slipped up and into
my hole effortlessly, and I literally shook with desire.

"Oh god fuck yeah!" I yelled, which made him giggle.  He moved his finger
into me further, filling me up.  I pushed back against his hand, trying to
get more and more into me.  He pulled out, to my sound of disapproval, but
the emptiness was quickly changed when he swiftly slid two full fingers
inside my ass.

My moans filled the room, bouncing off the Italian tiled floors and walls.

"Mmmmmm, oh god...FUCK ME BRAD!!"

I was desperately pushing back again, trying with all my might to be filled
up as much as he could.  He moved his fingers in and out a few times,
setting up a delicate and delicious fucking motion.  My thoughts were
completely gone now, I was reacting in a purely animalistic fashion.  I was
squeezing at his fingers with my ass, desperate to be filled more and more.

He quickly pulled his fingers out, and I madly searched for something to
replace them.  To my utter amazement and joy, he moved his feet to just
inside of mine, and in one quick motion, jammed about two thirds of his cock
into my hot hole.

To say that I was beside myself with passion is just such an understatement.
  The initial pain, due to his cock being wider than my dildo, was
momentary, and quickly became nothing but pure primal pleasure.  Thankfully,
I'd practiced a lot in the last few days, so I was used to relaxing my ring
and allowing the penetration.

I WAS GETTING FUCKED!  I HAD ANOTHER MAN'S PENIS INSIDE ME, FILLING ME,
MAKING ME COMPLETE.  I WAS FINALLY GETTING FUCKED!

The feelings running through me were multifold and amazing.  I had become
the cockslut I knew I could be.  Finally, I was another man's pussy.  I was
awash in sex, my thoughts of being the most fuckable person on the planet
taking off.  I tried to just enjoy the meat inside me, listening to the
sounds of his breathing and grunting, and the slapping noises his thighs
bumping into the backs of mine made, his penis now withdrawing slowly out
from me.  I remember thinking that I wished I had the event on tape, so I
could watch it again and again when I was by myself.

He grunted out my name a few times, as he continued to saw that meat in and
out of me, getting a little bit further into me each time.  The height
difference between us worked out perfectly, with Brad being able to thrust
into me comfortably, being a few inches taller than I.

We engaged in a slow-motion fuck for a few minutes, our short bursts of
conversation limited to our names and my requests for him to fuck me harder.
  He took it to heart, and began to really build up a rhythm now, again
feeding me a little bit more of himself each time he pushed in.  My thoughts
were just soaring.  I had a man in my ass, I had this glorious and
monumental cock inside of me!  I was getting fucked like I'd always dreamed
of, like I'd always imagined.

This was so much better than anything I'd ever fantasized about or dreamed
of.  This was real, was passionate, and was the most profound moment of
sexuality I'd ever experienced.  I can barely find words to describe the
effect it was having and continues to have on me.

My entire life had been spent trying to rationalize the feelings and desires
I had versus what society and life taught me was wrong and improper.  As I
grew up, I was told it was sick, it was evil, it was illegal and immoral.
When I looked at men, and imagined myself taking my pleasure with them, I
was bombarded with those words.  Wanting to be with other men?  Shame on
you!  Making love with another man, opening my ass up to his cock, accepting
and reveling in my desire to be his cockslut?  Evil!  Taking his seed inside
you, letting his release cascade inside you, flooding your insides?  You'll
go to hell when you die!  Oh, the pundits talk about tolerance, but society
barely condones it, and spends a lot of energy and time putting it down.

And yet here I was, in the most erotically-charged and sensually riveting
moment of my life, with this virile and masculine creature literally
creating a heavenly moment on earth for us both, sliding his rock-hard and
throbbing cock into me with a passion and freedom that none of those
puritans I'd grown up with would ever have the capacity to understand.  I
was finally fulfilling the biggest and most important dream of my life!  How
could this pure sexuality between two people be wrong?  How could this man,
this Adonis I'd met and who's cock I'd sucked and cum I'd swallowed, how
could he be doing anything that wasn't the purest and realest form of
expression ever created?

Ironically, as that thought entered my mind, Brad pulled out of me
completely, and he pulled me back into the spray.  His lips came to suck on
my earlobe gently, and he whispered "let's dry off and get into bed!"

He didn't have to ask me twice!

We practically raced to towel off.  I was a little disappointed that I
didn't get to soap him up, but I somehow knew we'd be back in the shower
before too long.  I got dry first, and with two running steps I was laying
on my back in his bed, feeling the coolness of the duvet cover under me.

Brad wandered slowly out of the bathroom, staring at me, so obviously taken
with the moment that all he could think of, and therefore all he reflected
in his eyes, was sexual.  His penis, erect and covered in precum, bobbed in
front of him like a toy.

I wanted to play with that toy!

He fell to one knee on the bed, and leaned over me again.  Our lips returned
to their favorite place, in direct contact with each other, and we settled
into an erotic kiss again.  God, I'd found such joy in the last few days
with men who loved kissing like I did.

As he moved over me, I felt his hands sliding down my legs, searching for my
ankles.  When he found them, he gently pulled each leg up and out, pushing
my weight back onto my shoulders, and opening up my asshole to him.

I felt the head of his cock at my opening.  He must have applied some lube
while he was drying off, because the next thing I knew, his entire nine
inches was buried deep within my bowels.

THE ENTIRE NINE INCHES OF UNCUT MAN MEAT!  ALL OF IT, RIGHT DOWN TO HIS
PUBIC HAIR, BURIED DEEP WITHIN ME!

Holy fucking Christ!  The force of it made me exhale into his mouth, as he
slipped my ankles up and over his shoulders.  He was literally plowing into
me now, fucking me with a force I'd never imagined and didn't want to stop.
All these years of curiosity, of wondering what it would actually feel like
when that moment came, when I finally got to feel the length and girth of a
man's penis deep inside my hot ass, were all disappearing now.

I didn't have to wonder.  It was real now.  I was getting fucked, having
these delicious nine inches moving back and forth, in and out of me, my
mouth being devoured by it's owner, sinfully kissing me in the most erotic
way while possessing my very being with his penis.  My butt rose to meet his
thrusts, as if I could possibly get more inside me, yet knowing that there
was no more to be had.  He would bury himself to his pubic hairs on the
down-stroke, and I was seeing stars around me, even though I had my eyes
closed.

We each broke the kiss several times, to gulp in large amounts of air, or to
whisper each other's name or spurn each other on.  I kept demanding that he
"fuck me harder", wanting to feel the full force of his passion unleashed
inside my rectum.  He never failed to comply to my wishes, each time
churning his cock into me with more intensity.

Soon, the headboard was slamming into the wall as his piston-like motions
pushed me back each time he pulled almost all the way out and then entered
me again.  I pulled his mouth back down to me, thirsting for his kiss over
and over.

It certainly was a surprise to us both when I started shooting cum
everywhere, my orgasm sneaking up on me without warning, all my powers of
concentration fixed on his cock in my ass.  I just didn't feel it coming,
pardon the pun.  The first glob hit just under my chin, the next few on my
chest and belly.  He stopped his kiss long enough to lick a full dollop off
my chin, returning to share it with me as our kisses began anew.  His tongue
fed me some, and he kept some to himself, and I heard him moan sensually
when my cum reacted on his taste buds.  It made me feel so wanted and
desired when he willingly and wantonly swallowed my cum, my love juice, my
seed.

I continued to work at his cock, wanting all it's length inside me for
eternity, all the while knowing he was building to an explosion of cum.  His
pace had quickened again, to a new plateau of sensuality.  He was really
bouncing in and out of me now, his cock rock hard, rigid, and glorious.  My
ass ring pulsed with each movement, and I worked my muscles as best I could
to try to milk that cum from him.

As it turned out, I didn't have to wait long at all.  He was building to it,
his breathing becoming more rapid on my cheeks, his tongue flailing inside
my mouth, his hips slamming into the backs of my thighs as his cock squished
it's way faster and faster in and out of my asshole.  A few more strokes,
and I felt all his muscles tense up around me, like a giant spring about to
let go.

All time stopped.  No noises could be heard, except those of our lovemaking.
  The flood of cum I felt inside was truly a spectacle.  I felt it as he had
unleashed the loudest moan I've ever personally heard, and remember thinking
that it was a darned good thing his wife wasn't downstairs.  This wasn't a
quiet fuck, not by any means!  His cum continued to pour out, and I
remembered from the blowjob I gave him days earlier that he could cum a lot.

He kept repeating my name over and over, his eyelids closed but fluttering,
his hard cock as far into my ass as it could get.  I looked down and saw I
was hard again, he'd massaged my prostate enough to get me horny again even
though I'd just cum moments before!  I actually thought for a moment about
how sad it was that he'd stopped his movements, that I wasn't being fucked
anymore.  But then I remembered this was his moment, his time to drown in
his own masculinity and sexuality.  I was what gave him this level of joy,
and I took enormous pride in that, but his joy was of paramount importance
right now.  I let him have this special and singular time.

Besides, I was aglow with joy myself!  I'm a cock slut!  I'm that sexual
creature I'd always imagined I'd become!  After forty one years on this
planet, I was finally feeling what it was to be fucked, to feel a hard man's
cock in me, to have given myself totally to him, to have been the conduit of
sensuality that took both of us to spiritual places we'd only ever dreamed
of!  I WAS A MAN!!!

I laughed to myself.  The most incredibly sexual experience of my life had
just happened, the one I'd dreamed about for an eternity.  I'd crossed many
lines in the last few months, ones I'd only dreamed of previously.  I'd
sucked cock, I'd met men for anonymous sexual encounters,

And now I was no longer an anal virgin!  Now I really knew what it was like
to be a pussy, to be the bottom.

I FUCKING LOVED IT!!!!!!  CAN THERE BE A MORE INCREDIBLE EXPERIENCE???

Brad slowly came back to earth, and finally withdrew from inside me, his
full penis plopping out of my hole with a disappointing sound.  He let my
legs down slowly, careful to make sure he didn't hurt me at all, and then
rolled to lay on his back.  I immediately rolled too, to get my head onto
his shoulder as his arm wrapped around me and my free hand caressed the skin
of his belly.

For the longest time, there was no need for words, or talking.  We both just
let the moment take us to a calmer place, and bathed in the afterglow of
such a monumental experience.

Finally, I had to say something.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt," I said, my voice genuinely
shaking with emotion.  "Thank you so much for that.  You are such an
incredible lover, Brad."

He kissed my forehead, and held me closer.  "Babe, that was so good, so
good.  You're so good for me.  It's just the most natural sex I've ever had,
Kevin.  I feel like, like, jeez I don't know, like you were meant to be my
lover, meant for me to slip my cock into, meant to make love with me."

I nodded heartily, which made him giggle.  "That I am babe, that I am.  I
can't get over how right it feels, having your big delicious cock inside me,
feeling your cum hitting the very heart of me."

"It's so remarkable that we found each other!"

I slipped my head down slightly, and tongued his nipple for a moment.  "You
can say that again," I replied, moving back up to snuggle into his neck.
"And you can fuck me again, any time you ever want to!  I just loved having
you inside me!"

I felt his laugh inside his chest before I heard it.  I'd made him happy,
which made me so incredibly deliriously happy.

Then he spoke the words I've waited forty years to hear.

"Let's just rest now.  When you're ready, you can suck my cock a little,
like you did the other day, and get me hard again, and then I'll get behind
you doggy style and fuck that sexy ass of yours off!"

And to think, I had another date lined up for tomorrow!

End of Down on Dyke Road Part 4.

More to come.

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