Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2002 09:26:44 -0800 (PST)
From: BF
Subject: Not That Kind of Bookstore

I got my first taste of, um, sin at a bookstore.  No, not that kind of
bookstore.  A regular Border's/Barnes and Noble kind of place.  On
weekend nights, there tended to be a pretty eclectic crowd milling
around in there, and as a horny but virginal seventeen-year-old I had
the idea that I might get lucky with one of the intellectual teen girls
or bored middle aged housewives that could be found roaming the aisles.
I scarcely cared, I was so horny.  I just needed to get naked with
someone.  I was in for the surprise of my life.

On this particular Friday I had caught the eye (I thought) of a fortyish
woman in tight capris who was surely the answer to my prayers.  I
nervously (and cautiously) stalked her from one section to the next
until I was sure the moment was right to speak, but in fact the moment
was right for her husband to round the corner and tell her it was time
to leave.  I thought I caught the glimmer of a smirk when she glanced in
my direction just as she walked past.  There I stood, narrowly
examining a book whose title I hadn't bothered to note, with an
achingly pleasant throb in my pants and a sinking in my heart.  I looked
down at the book to check the author so that I could put it back on the
shelf, then looked up at the label on the shelf which read "Gay
Erotica."  Suddenly I had the impression that I was holding a red hot
coal, and I set it on the shelf as quickly as I could, while looking up
and down the aisle to make sure I hadn't been seen.  Damned if there
wasn't someone else on the aisle, and damned if he wasn't looking right
at me.  Shit.  First my brain raced through a list of excuses for why I
might be looking at material from that particular shelf, then I told
myself that he couldn't read the shelf tags from there, then I reminded
myself that he was a stranger anyway so what did it matter, and on and
on, and at the end my heart was still pounding a mile a minute.
Nonchalantly I moved to another part of the aisle and found a book on
football to seem to scrutinize while I furtively peeked up to make sure
I hadn't been caught by the stranger.  He happened to glance up at the
same momemnt, and gave me a warm and unaffected smile that told me I was
OK and not to worry.

I wandered off and didn't give the episode much more thought, instead
listening to CD samples in the music section.  I was listening to a Bach
CD when I noticed that the same guy was a couple of bins down from me
listening to something himself.  I looked him over for a second.  He was
in his late forties with neatly-trimmed, graying hair and wire rimmed
glasses.  He had a moustache, and lean facial features to go with the
overall leanness of his figure.  Not a bad-looking guy.  I bet he never
had to contend with horniness.  I was looking at him absently when he
looked up at me and again flashed his warm smile.  I smiled back, but
for some reason I also blushed deeply and felt my pulse jump back up.
Nervously I returned my attention to the CD bin, reading the liner notes
as if they contained the secrets of the universe.  I stayed absorbed for
a few minutes before I glanced up again to find that he'd moved a bin
closer to where I was, and was listening to something there.  I stayed
with the Bach, intending to buy the Goldberg variations because someone
had told me they were good.  Next thing I knew, my friend was thumbing
through the CDs in the stack right next to mine.  I listened to the
music as I watched his hands flip through the cases.  His hands were as
lean as the rest of him, and smooth and tan, with neatly manicured
nails.  The veins on his hands and forearms stood out like they do on
muscular people, though he didn't seem to be built-up.  I took off the
headphones for a second while I flipped through the bin.

"You like the Goldberg Variations?"

His voice was deep and resonant, but at the same time very quiet and
confidential, as if we were in a library.

"Oh," I was mildly startled, "Yeah, definitely, though I hadn't heard
them before tonight.  A friend told me I might like them."

"You should listen to the old Glenn Gould version.  It's amazing."

"Yeah, she told me that too, but they don't have it available for
listening here."

"Too bad.  You should still try to hear them sometime.  You won't regret
it."

We talked for a while about classical music.  I knew little about it,
but he apparently knew everything, and since I had lately been wanting to
learn more, it was a good opportunity.  He seemed to be willing to talk
to me endlessly, and I felt oddly comforted by that, considering my
earlier misfortune.  As the conversation went along, I got more and more
comfortable until suddenly the announcement came over the loudspeaker
that it was closing time.  I looked at my watched and chuckled.

"Another Friday night in the tank, I guess."

"Heh, I know what you mean."

There was an awkward moment.  I wasn't quite ready to walk away, and I
sensed that he wasn't either.

"Say, you know I have that Gould recording at my house if you'd like to
come over and hear it.  I live very close."

A nano-second of a pause.

"If you want to, of course.  I'm Ken, by the way.  I guess we haven't
met."

When we shook hands, I noticed that his fingers were strong and warm, and
that they wrapped all the way around my outstretched palm.

"I'm Dan.  Yeah, sure.  That sounds OK.  Should I just follow you?"

"That'll work."

"I really need to take a leak first, though.  Can you wait a sec?"

"No problem.  In fact, I need to too.  Might as well take care of
business, eh?"

We both turned and walked toward the restroom, continuing our conversation
as we went.  Once we got there, I stepped up to the urinal next to the
wall, and although there were three of them, he took the one right next to
me.  I noticed that he was somewhat less than shy as he unzipped himself,
and in fact, practically took himself out of his pants before he even
stepped  up to the urinal, and even when he was peeing, he didn't get that
close to it.  This meant that if I was discreet, keeping my face to the
wall, but looking sidelong and down, I could see every detail of his penis.
Not that it mattered to me.  I was a totally straight guy after all.  But
everybody sneaks a peek from time to time, right?  And it happened that a
peek at this guy's equipment revealed something substantially larger than
what I was used to seeing.  It was long and thick and webbed with bulging
veins, like his arms and hands, and the tip was broad and red.  Not that
it mattered to me.  Or did I already say that?  Anyway, for whatever
reason, I found it quite interesting, and discreetly glanced down at it
more than once or twice as we continued talking.  I didn't think I was
being too obvious, but I could have sworn that two things gradually
happened.  One was that he allowed slightly more space between himself and
the partition, which made it easier for me to see, and the other was that I
had the distinct impression that the thing was getting thicker and longer
and a little straighter.  I tried to hold up my end of the conversation,
but my mouth was suddenly quite dry, and I had developed a serious case of
the shakes.  Eventually I realized that we'd both been finished for several
minutes, so I buttoned myself up nervously.  He gave his massive tool a
shake, and took a small step backward and turned slightly toward me as he
tucked himself back in his pants.  I found myself more and more mesmerized
by the sight of his cock, and even began to think that he knew it.

"Well, shall we head for my place?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

I was definitely mesmerized.  I followed him to the parking lot, then
followed his blue Mercedes the block or so to his house, then followed him
up the sidwalk to his front door, which he unlocked, and then preceded him
over the threshold and into his house.  When I heard the door click shut
behind us I felt a little chill of excitement mixed with fear run up the
back of my neck.  I had pretty much figured out what he had in mind by now.
The conversation had continued smoothly through the evening, with him taking
a bigger and bigger part while I got quieter and quieter, because what I
hadn't figured out was exactly what I had in mind.  I was damned sure I
wasn't gay, but at  the same time I felt a nervous anticipation that I
couldn't quite explain.  He maintained a soothing manner, taking every
opportunity to make me feel comfortable and avoiding even the appearance of
aggression, all of which caused me to relax more and more into a feeliing
of safety.

"Can I get you a beer?"

"Yeah, thanks," I replied, feeling naughty and conspiratorial.  I was,
after all, well underage.

He brought me a glass of something imported that I gulped nervously while
he fiddled with the stereo.  Looking back over his shoulder, he pointed to
the couch and said, "Make  yourself comfortable."

The aria started just as he sat at a comfortable distance from me on the
sofa.  We listened for a bit without talking and he'd occasionally glance
at me and smile.  I would try to look at him when he  wasn't looking at me,
which devolved into a match of fencing with the eyes, each of us trying (or
trying NOT) to catch the other peeking.  Finally he reached to the coffee
table and picked up an ornate wooden box.

"Do you like to get high?"

This caught me totally off-guard, because he was a grown-up.  I must have
looked startled, because he reached to set it back down, saying,  "Sorry,
if you don't approve..."

"No, no,  I'd love it.  I just didn't think  you, well, you know."

He took a joint from the box and lit it.  "Come on now, you're making me
feel ancient.  My generation led the way on this stuff, you know."

He chuckled and handed the joint to me.  "Sorry,"  I took a hit,  "didn't
mean to be rude."

We both laughed, then he got up and went to the kitchen for more beers.  I
was feeling less and less inhibited, and as the dope (which was much more
potent than anything I'd ever had) began to kick in, I began to notice what
a good-looking man he was.  When he sat back down, I handed him the joint,
and this time when he looked at me and smiled, I held his gaze and smiled
back instead of looking  away.  He took a deep hit and after a pause, said,
"You are so handsome.  I bet every girl in the school wants to get you in
the sack."

"Ha.  I wish,"  I said, feeling totally open with this man,  "You want to
know my horrible secret?"

He nodded, looking skeptical.

"I'm a virgin,"  I said, pretending shame.

"No!?  A good-looking stud like you?  Impossible!"  He laughed.  "Ok, truth
time.  You were hitting on that old woman in the bookstore, weren't you?"

Now I was embarrassed for real.  "Well, yeah.  A guy gets horny you know?
Maybe you don't know, since I'm sure you get all you want."

"Well, I'm not a virgin.  But it's not easy to find another willing and
sympathetic person, no matter who you are."  He was looking right at me
now, and it frightened me just a little, but I looked into his eyes and saw
nothing but kindness.  It was probably at just about this moment that I
admitted to myself that this guy was turning me on.  I really didn't even
know the specifics of what my instincts might be suggesting, but I was
drawn to him.

"I need to get rid of some beer.  Where's the restroom?"

He rose and said, "Let me show you."

We walked down the hall, past what I was almost positive was the guest
bathroom, into the master bedroom.  He led me to the master bath, which was
a huge open area with a glass-enclosed shower, a tub big enough for several
people, sink, and behind a partition, a toilet.

"Wow, you could just about live in here," I said, amazed.

"I like it," he laughed, pointing in the direction of the toilet.

He busied himself with something on the countertop while I walked over to
relieve myself, but I noticed that there were mirrors everywhere, including
on the wall next to the john, so that if we wanted to see each other, we
could, despite the partition.  Rather than bothering me, this excited me,
and took me back to the moment in the bookstore restroom, when I had seen
him without revealing myself.  Nonchalantly, I stepped up to the toilet, and
instead of just unzipping, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my levis all the
way down, pulled my boxers down and took my whole cock and balls out of
hiding.  I was sure he was looking, though I hadn't gotten the nerve to
look back, and it excited me so much that my already sensitive member
started to thicken and stretch out.  I peed copiously, but when I was
through I didn't close things up.  Instead, I just stood there for a minute
trying to get the nerve to look at his reflection in the mirror.  When I
finally did look, he was gazing right at my reflection.  He made no effort
to hide the fact, and instead smiled broadly when our eyes met.  At that
moment my cock  went totally rigid in my hand.

"You ARE a horny boy," he said, taking a casual step in my direction.

I turned to face him with my stiff cock pointing straight up into the air
between us.  Feeling completely awkward, my mind racing at possibilities I
had never before considered, I said "I know.  I'm sorry.  I can't help it."

He took a couple of steps more in my direction, until he was right in front
of me.  But instead of staring at the throbbing dick in my hand, he was
looking tenderly into my eyes.  "Don't apologize, knucklehead.  It's
beautiful.  You're beautiful."  There was a moment of silence while I stood
there shaking.  "You know, I can help you with that, if you want."

He raised his hand, and with one finger pushed the hair away from my
eyes, then he softly stroked the hair above my ear as he gazed into my
face.

I was so nervous that I could hardly talk.  My knees were shaking, and my
voice had been reduced to a dry croak.

"Umm, I think I might really like that."

By now my hand had fallen to my side, and I stood before him paralyzed,
with my raging red cock sticking out.  He stepped closer and leaned in so
close to my ear that the brush of his breath sent tingles through my body.

"We're all alone, Dan.  What we do here is nobody's business but ours."

I knew this, but hearing it whispered so close to my ear nearly made me
faint.  Now I could feel the tip of his nose barely touching me, and his
lips brushed my skin as he said, "Let's go back in the bedroom, OK?"

He leaned back slightly so that he could direct a questioning look at me.
I nodded slowly, wondering at the handsome cut of his face, the sparkle of
his eyes.  I felt the palm of his hand move to the small of my back,
drawing me to him, and I moved in willingly.  Our faces drew closer, until
our lips met softly for just one lightening-bolt of a moment, then he
turned me and led me back into the bedroom.  I must have looked ridiculous,
with my cock swinging out in front of me, but it was only seconds before he
turned me again and began unbuttoning my shirt, which fell to the floor.  I
stepped out of my shoes and dropped my open jeans and boxers, and stood
before him totally naked, totally aroused.  He looked me up and down
appreciatively for a bit, smiling as always,  then again put his hand
behind me, this time cupping one cheek of my butt.  Again he drew me toward
him, but this time when our lips met, they parted, and his warm tongue
slithered into my mouth.  He held me close and we kissed for a while, his
warm hands explored my back, my butt, my sides.  When he stepped back
again, he trailed kisses down my neck and across my chest, slowing to
gently tongue my nipples into stiffness.  I moaned at this, and he nibbled at
them with his lips.  Now I groaned, and he gently tugged at them with his
teeth.  It was more than I could bear, and I began lewdly humping him.  I
was thinking of the thick snake that I'd glimpsed back at the bookstore,
wondering how hard, how big it might get, how it felt to the touch.

"Are you going to get undressed?"  I felt wonderfully sexy and sumbissive
standing naked before a fully-clothed and admiring man, but I wanted to see
him too.

Laughing, he pulled his polo shirt over his head, revealing a lean and
muscular torso and a chest covered with salt and pepper hair.  He  stepped
out of his shoes and let his slacks slip to the floor, and he stood before
me in his boxers, which were barely able to conceal their treasure.  He
smiled slyly, tilting his head to one side, then like a professional
stripper, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slowly wiggled them
down over his hips, finally letting his fully engorged manhood flip up and
slap him in the belly.  There was no sneaking of peeks now.  I stood there,
openly gazing at the tree trunk that was even bigger now than when I had
first seen it.

"Wow,"  was all I could muster.

He stepped up to me and put his hands on my waist.

"Can you see how much I like you, Danny?"

"Oh, yeah!" I was panting, "I like you too, you know."

He pulled me close, so that the shafts of our hard cocks pressed against
each other.  I had never felt anything so exciting, but at the same time I
knew I wanted much more, yet I couldn't imagine what we might do.  I swayed
back and forth to generate friction between us, but  somehow I wanted to
take this beautiful dick, this handsome man's glorious member, into me.  It
was as impossibly incomprehensible to me as having his baby, and yet the
ache I felt must have been akin to that.   I couldn't resist any longer.  I
let my hands drift down to his cock, our cocks.  I softly brushed it's
shaft, I wrapped my hand all the away around it and tugged gently, I
wrapped both hands around both cocks and tugged at the two of them
together, but still something told me that this wasn't it.  The idea of
putting a man's dick in my mouth had always been unthinkable to me, yet
this was just what I was longing to do.  I dropped to my knees now, looking
directly at his cock, his balls, the wild bush of pubic hair around it all.
I moved my face close and brushed his cock against my cheek, slowly
inhaling the exotic scent of him.  I trailed tiny kisses up and down the
shaft, across the front of his balls, and all around his crotch.  I looked
up at him as I let my lips wander to the ruby tip of his magnificent dick,
licking and kissing all the way.  He was gently stroking the hair on the
sides of my head with his two hands and looking warmly back at me.  Without
a word, I placed a soft kiss right at the slit, thinking how lewd, how
naughty, how totally thrilling it was to mouth another man's penis.  Then my
lips parted and slipped down over the head, then the shaft, and he uttered
something between a sigh and a groan that let me know he was enjoying it as
much as I was.

"Oh, Danny," he whispered hoarsely, as he set up a gentle rocking motion
with his pelvis.  He was fucking my mouth!  I was naked, and this handsome
man was fucking me right between the lips, and I loved it!  This continued
for a minute, until he began to get even more excited.  He stopped me and
stepped back, lifting me with his hands under my shoulders.  I stood facing
him again, marvelling at the excitement I felt.

"This is your first time, baby.  I'm supposed to be pleasuring you, not the
other way around!"

"Ken, you WERE pleasuring me, and here's the proof."

I took his hand and guided it to my rigid cock.

"Well," he chuckled, "I can't argue with that.  But just for laughs why
don't you lie back and let's see what happens?"

I stepped back to the bed, sat down, and scooted up onto it.  He crawled on
his knees up alongside me, then put one leg over me so that he was
straddling my body.  He leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of my
head, and lowered his handsome face to mine, kissing me tenderly, then more
urgently.  His long cock dangled between us like some stallion's, and  I
began again to enjoy the thrill of submission to this strong dominant man.
I couldn't keep my hands off it.  I held it and stroked it, kissing him all
the while, until he scolded, "Stop it!  Let me do a little something here."

Huskily I replied, "OK, Ken.  But I really like that thing, and I want it
in me."

"We'll see about that," he purred, as he drifted down my body, trailing
kisses and nibbles all the way, until he got to my cock.  He licked it and
kissed it, teasing me  as much as I could stand, but the pleasure was so
intense that I couldn't hold back for long.  Just about the time he let my
cock slide between his lips, I lost control, thrusting wildly and blasting
huge wads of cum into his warm mouth.  He swallowed all he could, but
dribbles of the pearlescent goo escaped from the corners of his mouth.  He
collected the overflow with a finger, which he placed at my lips.
Cautiously I licked it off, finding that it was  a bit salty, but certainly
nothing to fear.  Then I fell back exhausted, and he lay alongside me,
holding me in his arms.

"You WERE a horny boy, Danny."

I was buzzing, and totally spent.  "Yeah, I guess I was.  Let me rest for
one sec, then we'll get you a turn, OK?"

"I'm not worried in the least, buddy.  I have all night.  Wanna sleep
over?"

"Ummmm...." was about all I could utter before the sex and other
intoxicants took their toll, and I fell sound asleep.

It must have been about midnight when I woke up alone in bed, and after a
moment of disorientation, followed by a moment of blushing recollection, I
heard the television in the next room.  I rose and walked out, to find Ken
sitting on the couch watching the late news.  He turned from the television
to me and a broad smile spread across his face.

"Hey buddy, how ya feel?  You OK?"

My impulse was to feel awkward and embarrased, but when I saw his lean,
muscular form sprawled across the couch, all that vanished into the air.

"Yeah, I'm quite OK.  And you're a very nice man and I like you a lot."

I couldn't believe what I was saying, yet at the same time, my
seventeen-year-old cock was responding to his handsome figure in the only
way it knew how, rising and stretching in his direction until it was  once
again fully hard.  Looking at him was exciting, and hearing myself say
these things was exciting, and at seventeen I was already excited about
half the time anyway.

He patted the couch next to him and said, "Come to Papa.  Let me watch the
weather, then we can shower and hit the sack, OK?"

"OK."

I sat next to him, and he drew me close, and we sat there watching some
big-boobed, helmet-haired bimbo writhe in front of a weather map, and we
held hands.  Before she was done, he clicked off the set, saying, "I've seen
enough, let's go."

He rose and extended his hand to me, pulling me up off the couch, and
continued to hold my hand as we walked back to the master bath.  I never
knew that holding hands could be so erotic, and certainly never imagined
that holding a man's hand could.  We had both subsided to a state of
semi-arousal watching weathergirl, but when we were alone again, walking
hand-in-hand, boldly looking at each other, it didn't take long for us both
to return to total erection.  I slipped my hand around his waist and leaned
into him, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles and smooth skin along the
length of my body.  He turned on the shower and we stepped into the steamy
stream of water, our bodies pressing even closer than the tight space required.
He began to soap me up lazily, washing some, rinsing some, kissing some.
He'd turn me this way and that, but seemed happiest pressed tightly against
my back, with his hard cock laying up along the crack of my butt, and
gradually I got an inkling of what was going through his mind, and I was
surprised to find how much that idea excited me.

At one point, he was pressed tightly against me in this way, his arms
around me, his soapy  hand encircling my stiff dick, nibbling at the rim of
my ear and telling me how sexy he thought my ass was.

Coyly I replied, "You really think so?"  At the same time, I widened my
stance just a little and subtly squirmed backward against his dick.

"Oh, Dan baby, yes indeed I do."

Continuing to arch my back and rock my butt against him, I tilted my head
back and whispered in his ear, "Well what do you suppose we should do about
it, Ken?"

He murmured something I didn't catch, and began rocking his own pelvis.
Then he cupped my buns in his two hands, squeezing and massaging them.  In
no time, he had dropped to his knees, and was covering my ass with little
kisses that sent tingles throughout my body.  He pushed his face more and
more tightly against my ass, his nose insinuating itself into the crack,
followed by his lips, which moved inexorably toward my tight little hole.
The sensation was wildly nasty, and in no time I was wagging my ass like a
dog, squirming and wiggling.  When he first placed a kiss directly on my
asshole I gasped, but when he followed with his probing tongue I thought I
might scream.

"Oh KEN!  Baby that is so fucking HOT!"  He licked and probed while I
bucked and yelled, "OH GOD, Ken!  OH, BABY! FUCK, Ken, THAT IS SO HOT!
MMMMMM....YES!"

He stood up and turned me around.  Face to face, I was no longer smiling.
I had never sunk so far into pure animal lust.  I pulled him to me hard, my
open mouth against his, trying to swallow his tongue, trying to grind my
body into his.  As we kissed, he let one finger tip drift back to the
sensitive opening.  It pushed and probed, circling and pressing until the
tight ring of muscle opened to receive it.  Once inside, the finger
explored, ever circling, and stretching the muscles back there until they
were loose enough to take a second finger.  The two fingers probed even
farther, spreading and stretching, and they also found a particular spot
that, when pressed, triggered a whole new feeling of pleasure in me.  I was
nearly incoherent with lust, and my hands instinctively groped for Ken's
massive penis.  It seemed even bigger and harder than before, as I slid my
hand up and down its length, but there was no doubt what I wanted.

I buried my embarrased face in Ken's neck and whimpered, "Ken, baby, fuck
me, please?"  I had come so far in a few hours that it was hard for me to
believe what I really wanted.

He placed a gentle hand under my chin and tilted my head back until we were
again face to face.  Softly he said, "Tell me, baby, what you want.  Look
me  right in the face and tell me."

I smothered his face with kisses, moaning and panting.  "I," kiss, "want,"
kiss, kiss, "your beautiful," kiss, "cock," more kisses, "your sweet,  hard
dick," kiss, "in my ass," lingering, probing kiss,  "my big, beautiful,
manly fucker."  Looking deeply into his eyes, I pleaded, "Please give it to
me baby."

He reached behind me and turned off the water.  In a low, gravelly voice,
with a smirk worthy of a Roman soldier, he said, "Now how could I say no to
a pussy-boy like you?"

I melted inside when he said those words.  I was his "Pussy boy" and he was
going to fuck me.  I was going to give my virgin ass/pussy to this handsome
man to do with as he pleased, and he was going to shove the biggest cock I
had ever seen deep inside me and fill me with his cum.

He stepped out of the shower, handing me back a towel.  "Come on, baby.
Daddy's got something special to give you now."

As I  passed him, I wrapped him in my arms again, unable to kiss him
enough, but then reminded myself that the sooner I got in bed, the sooner I
could get him between my legs.  In no time we were both in bed, and he was
once again straddled over me.  He took a tube of lubricant from the night
stand and squirted a gob onto the fingers of one hand.  I held out my hand
and he gave me a gob of my own.  With his three fingers, he smeared the goo
on my asshole and massaged it deeper and deeper inside.  He had managed to
gently stretch me out to the circumference of three fingers, but I couldn't
imagine something the size of his cock going in there.  I simply had to
find out for real.  I rubbed my handful of lube up and down his cock,
leaving a generous dollop on the tip, then looked at him expectantly.  He
was smiling again, and he raised my legs so that my knees were nearly over
his shoulders.  It wasn't until he placed the bulbous head of his cock
against my asshole that I fully understood the scope of the task involved.
I rocked my pelvis while he gently pushed, circling, but progress was very
slow and I was getting impatient.  I pushed harder, but it didn't seem to
work.

"Push out like you're trying to shit."

I did.  I opened myself from deep inside, and with a sharp stabbing pain I
felt the head of his cock pass the ring of my anus.  I sharply sucked in my
breath.  He looked concerned.  "You OK?"

It took a second for my breathing to return to normal, but finally I said,
"Oh, yeah," and smiled lasciviously.

I began the rocking motion again, while he held still and let me take him
in at my own pace.  The rub of his soft dick skin against the tender skin
of my rectum was delicious, and inch by inch I pulled him deeper and deeper
into me.  Finally I felt the tickle of his wiry pubic bush against the ring
of my anus and the bottom of my balls.  I was thinking that this was as
happy as one could ever aspire to be, but to him I said, "Now fuck me like
a man, stud."

He pulled his cock almost all the way out, then slowly ran it all the way
back up again.

"Fuck me," I growled.

He started stroking in and out, the prickly bump of his pubes at the end of
each stroke getting harder and harder.  He was no longer smiling, but
instead a look of total concentration had come over his face.  Each stroke
further inflamed that tender spot inside that he had just discovered in me,
and although neither of us was paying much attention to my dick, it was
throbbing and standing up maybe bigger and taller than it ever had.  I
loved the slow sliding in and out, and I loved the fast and hard slamming.
He  alternated to suit his own needs, and I was in bliss either way.
Finally he worked himself up to a frantic pace, pounding my tender ass with
every stroke, and moaning and grunting like a wild animal.  I moaned and
grunted too, throwing my ass up to meet his every thrust.  Suddenly he gave
a jerk, holding me motionless for a second, poised on the threshold.

"AAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!  UNNNNNGHHHHHHHH!  UH! UH! AH! OH GOD! OH SHIT BABY!"
And again he was pounding my ass with unimaginable ferocity as he began to
squirt his spunk deep inside me.  And at almost that
precise moment, without so much as even being touched, my own cock gave a
jerk and began spewing gobs of cum out into the air between us.  And the
most amazing thing of all was that my ass began a spasmodic grasping, like
a hungry mouth, with each blast of my cum.  "OH KEN!  OHHHHHH KEN BABY!
KEN Baby FUCK ME KEN!"  I was delirious.  "KEN, MAN, FEED ME THAT BIG
DICK, BABY!  FUCK ME, OHHHHH YEAAAAHHH!"  The whole time we were slamming
our bodies together like flint and steel, sparks flying at every impact,
until he fell over me like a rag doll, and the two of us lay there
together, panting and moaning, in spent bliss.

It took a while for us to catch our breath, and then a while longer to
accomplish the sad task of separating, but the slippery dribble from my
inflamed asshole was a lingering reminder of my newfound joy.  We lay in
each other's arms for the rest of the night, sleeping the profound sleep of
the profoundly satisfied, and when I awoke the next morning and rolled over
to face him, he was looking at me, his head propped on one hand, and
smiling as usual.

"Good morning, Daniel."

I snuggled my naked body closer to his, placed a gentle kiss on his
magnificent lips, and whispered, "Good morning, Ken."

"You have to be anywhere today, buddy?" he asked.

"Not that I can think of," I replied sleepily.

"Me either," he said, "What say we just stay in for the day?  You game?"

My sleepiness vanished like a cloud.  I let my hand idly wander down the
front of his flat belly, to the thick snake that lay insolently across his
thigh.  As I trailed my fingertips up and down it's length, it began to
stir and stiffen, which made me tremble.

"I think that sounds really nice, Ken,"  I smiled, and after a momentary
silence said, "So what'll we do?."