Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 09:07:14 -0400
From: storyteller509@aol.com
Subject: The preachers man   Chapter Five,    Passionate Moments

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 This is a story of passion shared between men.  Knowing the man you are
with and trusting him is completely up to you.  I am not an advocate of
unprotected sex.  Cover that fucker before you go poking into the unknown!

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Chapter Five "Passionate Moments"



      Moments spent With John at the Plaza Hotel.



      Moments. Moments are what what makes life worth living.  Little
pieces of time that make the whole world just stop.

     First words .... first touches ..... first kisses .... making love
like starving animals... afternoon rest, holding the man in your arms.
Gathering memories in your head that can sustain you when you are apart,
whether it is for a few days, weeks, or for eternity.

     I was resting in John's warm embrace. The first meeting was a welcome
release of passion and exploration of this man . Learning what made him
moan, or laugh.  Running my fingers over his chest.  Feeling the thick
coarse hair slide through my fingers. Brushing my finger tips against his
nipples and knowing every time it would produce little faint sounds from a
very content place in the chest of this beautiful man.

   I rolled John over onto his stomach. With the sheets crumpled near the
foot of the bed, the sight of this man was perfect .... at least in my
eyes.  The mounds of this younger man's butt was covered in thick dark
hair. The pattern of ass hair was perfect, it looked almost groomed to lead
your eye to the center and into the valley where I wanted to slide my
tongue.

     Legs. Hair covered legs. Sexy, perfect shaped muscular man legs that
drew my attention to them like a waterfall to its landing.  I rubbed them
with my finger tips, kissed them, parted them wide.  There resting between
them lay a treasure of all treasure ...the sack covered the giant orbs like
a furry blanket encasement. I studied the form of his balls.... one resting
just slightly higher than the other, begging me to lick them... and I
intended to show my appreciation.  Under his balls was a soft cock
..........  unaware.  My John, trusting me, naked before me, ..... soft
beautiful cock , ... laying there ...... muscular legs, just for me!

    I bowed down and kissed the backs of his knees, I kissed a scar left by
some long past injury, lightly nibbling as I moved toward his furry
ass. And what an ass it was. Sliding my body onto the bed I touched his
muscular thighs with my fingers and kissing them upward. Holding the warm
mounds of John's ass, I kissed my way from the place where my tongue could
reach deep at the base where ass meets balls.

     With my hands firmly planted on each cheek, I opened the valley and
softly kissed my way up to find the place of great treasure.  To kiss a man
here is to own him. To kiss a man here is to let him know that you are in
complete lust with him.... More than that , to be allowed to kiss a man
there, is a gift... there is no other gift of trust that compares to
inviting a man to touch you there.  I slid my tongue up the fur lined
crack. The clean scent of a perfectly prepared man increased my desire to
slide my tongue across his hole..... circling it a little, feeling him
twitch with excitement yet unable to move, feeling him melt into the bed.

      Little moans escaped his lungs.

     I slid my tongue across his hole quickly... and then sliding inside a
little, I could feel the heat on my tongue radiating from inside my
man. Wanting to let him know my full intentions, I began to slide my tongue
in and out of his hot hole.... stopping only to kiss the mounds of his ass,
and then diving back into the great treasure of man ass. Kissing
....... licking ........ sucking ..... his hole.

      Feeling the heat in my loins building. My cock was hard and leaking.
I had to fill this man with my throbbing cock. I slid up his body, until my
cock was resting against his moist opening.

     "Are you ok with this buddy?"

     "Yes.  Just .. It's ...  been along time since someone..."

       "Just let me love you.... you say stop...I'll stop "

       " k"

        While I was straddling him I reached to the night stand and picked
up the small bottle of lube .... and squeezed a few drops onto my lovers
hole.

       Slowly, I touched the lubricated opening with my leaking cock ....I
pressed the tip of my aching cock against his hot opening.  I lay down with
my chest on his back, straddling his furry ass with my thick thighs giving
room for my man to adjust to the pressure of my cock seeking the warm wet
opening .  John pushed back on me and was allowing me inside as he could
comfortably take me while I pushed gently forward.  Deep breaths.

       The tight anal ring was now past my mushroom head and was gripping
tightly around the beginning of my shaft. I wanted this moment to last
forever.  My lover pushed back as I slid forward and soon .......... there
I was buried balls deep inside this precious, sexy, man. I just relaxed for
a moment and feasted inside him, my balls resting on his ass, my belly
resting on his back, my arms rubbing his, my lips, kissing his neck.

       The hot, wet, cavern of man ass surrounded my cock. The contracting
of his muscles gripping me, pulling me deeper, deeper inside...... sliding
in and out - - - slowly and deliberately.... with each thrust the passion
began to build ...... I could feel the need of my lover as he accepted my
thrusts and squeezed my cock deep inside.

     I was kissing the back of his neck, biting him, licking, loving him.
My arms holding him, my hands touching him, .... Wanting him to understand
how much this gift of intimacy meant to me.  Sliding inside and holding my
cock deep ..... owning this man. Motion of bodies ....... no words, just
heat.

     I felt the familiar signal ...... letting me know that
... it....... was ...... time to pull out........ I thrust deep inside him
and using every ounce of control I sat back on my legs, my cock sliding
into the open and just in time as I unloaded onto John's ass.  Ropes of hot
cum spewed from me.  I went blank.... grabbed my cock and pumped until
there was nothing left inside me, but yet the orgasm flowed on.

    John rolled over and with his cock in his hand, began to pump his
leaking cock with need. I leaned over and licked and kissed his balls
... then i slid my long middle finger inside his hole pressing his prostate
while he pumped furiously. With half breaths and fury, John let out a moan
and his hot cum erupted from his tight balls .... over and over.  Puddles
of white cream landed on his hair covered belly.

     Spent, and overcome with exhaustion, he relaxed and rested while I
cleaned him up with my hungry tongue.  Licking every drop from his
beautiful belly.  Kissing his cock, licking his fingers ...I kissed my way
up his chest, found his lips and as we kissed long and hard.... we were
lost in the moment.

     The hours spent with John that day were amazing.  Two men, one need.

     Were we really falling in love..... or was it infatuation?  Is there
passion without love? Fine lines.  The true test of love is time.  The test
in my mind is always if the mere thought of the man makes me smile. When I
am with a man that I love , I am not looking over his shoulder at the next
guy walking by.

      Time spent with a good man is never wasted, and John is a good man.
My secret life. My secret lover.



Tell me what you think .......... Anthony Cole storyteller509@aol.com