Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 08:31:36 -0700 From: Clone Buggs Subject: Hot Pies and Size Queens part 20 Hey Guys, sorry to tell you this is the last piece I'm publishing in this thread. I've really enjoyed the feedback, and hope you continue to comment on my writing. If you haven't discovered my other thread on Nifty yet, check out "Across the Alley." If anything, I get more feedback from readers on that thread than I have on "Hot Pies & Size Queens". Beginning next week, look for a new thread called "Shifting Gear", which is a complete novel which is so sleazy and hot, no publisher would touch it with a ten foot pole wearing a condom and surgical gloves. Good reading and keep up the feedback. I live for the strokes you guys give me. Speaking of strokes, can any of you answer this ZEN Koan for me? "What is the sound of one hand jacking?" Buttcheeks There's nothing I like better than long hours of continuous butt play. A man with a nice set of rosy buttcheeks, gets my vote, tongue and cock every time. A lot of guys don't think about their butts that much, and often I find just a few complimentary comments, and maybe a quick stroke with my hand, and they suddenly want to know more. I was at the grocery store a few days ago, and saw this incredible man pushing a cart around, following a woman who was dropping things into the cart as they went. I couldn't resist, and started following him, eying his buns, and thinking of all the things I'd like to do to them. At one point, his wife told him she had forgotten something that was on the other side of the store, and that he should wait there until she got back. I figured he was pussy whipped by the way he said, "yes dear," and folded his hands over the handle of the cart, and assumed an at ease stance. It wasn't much, but it was probably the only chance I had. "Hi," I pushed my still empty cart up next to his. "I have to tell you something I noticed." "What?" He felt immediately to see if his fly was open. "Just that you have the most suckable ass I've ever seen." I handed him a card with my name and number on it, and smiled, showing the tip of my tongue. "If you ever want it sucked, just call me. I'd love to do you for hours." He looked at my card, and then at me, grinned slightly, but said nothing. He slipped my card in his wallet, and I pushed on with my shopping. When I reached the end of the isle, I looked back, and he was standing there squeezing his cock through his pants, and watching me. I knew I could expect a call. I'd almost forgotten about him, by the time Saturday morning rolled around. I answered my phone just after I'd gotten out of my shower. I was still nude, letting my ceiling fan air dry me to cool my skin down. "Hello? Who's this?" "You wouldn't know my name, but you gave me a card in the grocery store on Wednesday afternoon." "Ohh yeah. The guy with the sexy buttcheeks." "What did you mean you would like to suck my butt for hours?" "Just that sweetcheeks. I love sliding my long tongue up a guy's crack, and slipping it into his hole. Have you ever had a rim job before?" "Once or twice, when I was in the service." "You liked it huh?" "It was incredible. I've tried to get my wife to try it, but it's no dice. I even do her now and then, and she loves it when I do, but she hasn't got the nerve to suck my ass. She says it's gross." "You sound like you're hungry for a good ass sucking right now." "I'd be at your place in a flash if I knew where it was." I told him, and it turned out we were practically next door neighbors. He lived in the corner house on the cross street from me. He said he had all day to play, because his wife had gone to visit her mother for the day, and wasn't expected back before ten that night. He'd told her, he was planning to go fishing at the beach. He walked up my walk, in less than ten minutes after we hung up, and I answered the door with a smile on and nothing else. He stepped through the door, and groped my dick pretending to give it a hand shake. We went right back to my bedroom, and I helped him strip out of his clothes. His cock was already hard, and compared to my hand length, which I've measured at seven inches, his dick was a niner. He had two inches on me, and I knew we were going to have fun. I asked him to get down on my bed on his knees, and to spread his cheeks with his hands. I wanted to get him as open as possible. I got behind him, and licked up his crack until I found his pucker. I slathered it with my hot saliva, and tongued the surface, tasting his slightly musky flavor. He moaned and wiggled his ass. I let my tongue stiffen a little, and I pushed into his assring and felt him tighten up at first, and then go completely loose. He was hot for me to suck his hole as deeply as I could. I made my tongue into a little dick, and fucked into him deep. He groaned, and rocked his ass back onto my face. I began to do him using every trick in the book, and soon, he was shuddering and groaning with lust. He began to stroke off, and I stopped eating his ass and got down on my back. I told him to squat over my face, and when was in position, I sucked his dangling nuts into my mouth, and used my nose to slide across his pucker. He was soon writhing and humping as he jacked his big cock. I took my stiffness in hand, and began to jack myself. He began breathing hard and suddenly, he shot a massive load of cream across my stomach into my cock pubes. I let go of my dick, and slimed my hand with his steamy goo, and used it as lube to slick my aching throbbing cock with. The sound his cum made sliding on my cock was hot, and I continued eating his ass while I jacked myself to an ejaculation that was hot and heavy. He got off my face, and grabbed me behind the knees, and rolled me up like a sowbug until my hole was next to his mouth. His tongue was nearly as good as mine, and he was soon tongue fucking my asshole like an expert. I took his half hard cock into my mouth, and started sucking him. He stiffened right up, and began humping my throat. This scene went on for about twenty minutes, before he stopped. "Man I'm so fucking hot, I want to fuck you." His voice had a tinge of panic that I might say no. I rolled out from under him, and got the necessary items out of my bedside drawer. I rolled the rubber down his dick, and slapped a gob of lube on my hole. He put me on my back again, and threw my legs over his shoulder, and just rammed his big log of a cock into my hot hole. He didn't wait for anything to adjust, he was fucking me from the word go. He seemed pretty hungry for ass, and after he'd blown his wad in my butt, we rested and talked a little. He had discovered butt play while he was in Viet Nam in the service. The first time it had been with a female prostitute he'd met in a bar. He was afraid of catching something, and his buddies had told him to ask for a rimjob. He'd had no idea what it was, and nearly lost his marbles when she turned him over and started sucking his shithole. He'd had no idea. Later on, he discovered that the male boys for hire, were actually better at it than the women, and later still, he'd discovered the pleasures of a deep tight asshole to those of a loose sloppy pussy, and after that, he'd stuck to fucking with the male hustlers in Saigon. When he returned home after the war, he'd gone for too long a time without getting his favorite form of sex. He'd married, and loved his wife, but still felt the need of a little ass now and then. He'd tried to talk to her about it, but she just strictly wasn't interested. He'd picked up a young kid on the strip once, and the kid had let him suck his asshole, but had refused to do his. Basically, he was telling me he hadn't had a rimjob since Viet Nam. I told him his dry spell was over, because he could avail himself of my services any time, because I thought he had the most incredible ass I'd seen on a man in ages. Since we lived so close together, I suggested he visit as often as he liked. He agreed he would, and we went back to the purpose of the visit. We played until nearly nine o:clock that night, when he decided he'd better get home and clean up. We both smelled funky from so much ass play, and had started talking about getting into it a little deeper maybe with some water sports next time. He said he'd call soon, and I watched him trot up the street in the dark. I showered and fixed myself a bowl of soup. My tongue and mouth were so sore and tired from all the sucking I'd done all day, I didn't think I could handle solid foods. He and I have been able to get together several times a week since then. His wife works, and there's a three hour overlap when he's home while she is not. The sex we share just keeps getting sexier and kinkier. I'm sure it's going to go to some higher level soon. The End