Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2019 14:33:15 +0000 From: William Razeur Subject: John Pruitt Fantasy John Pruitt Fantasy I was vacationing in Puerto Vallarto, Mexico when I went for a morning jog on the beach. The sun was shining, the weather was warm and there was a strong breeze from the ocean. I saw in the distance a man jogging toward me wearing red swim trucks. The closer he got to me, the more apparent it became that his hard cock was bouncing inside his trunks. And the more apparent it became how handsome this man was. He had light brown hair, cut in a conservative, boyish style. His eyes were hazel with a hypnotic gaze. He had light brown hair across his muscular, well defined pectorals. Six pack abs, firmly muscled thighs. He was about 6'2" tall. He smiled at me as he ran past which stopped me in place. I was mesmerized at the handsomeness of this man. I turned and watched him continue his run down the beach. His firm, muscular butt cheeks moved like a gazelle with his running stride. He had a broad back and shoulders. I couldn't keep from following him down the beach. Yes, I suppose I went into stalker mode. He ran until he got to a place where there were a lot of rocks along the shore, and there was a nice beach house there. He waded out into the surf and splashed water over his muscular body to cool off. The water wet his trunks so they clung to his butt showing the details of those solid muscles. He stood and turned where I could see his front. The saltwater glistened on his torso. His aureoles were the size of nickels and the nipples stood erect. His wet trunks clung to, and well defined, his hard cock. He walked out of the surf to where a yellow beach towel was lying on a rock on the beach. He picked up the towel and dried himself. With the towel draped over one shoulder, so it covered his back and ass, he removed his trunks revealing his six inch, circumcised , erect cock nestled in a thick brown bush of pubic hair. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked up toward the beach house. Just outside the beach house, there was a tiled shower area along a rock wall where he went to rinse off the saltwater. He removed the yellow towel from around his waist and hung it on the rock wall. He turned on the shower and stood under the spray letting the cool water wash away the seawater. He ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it back away from his face. Then his hands moved over his muscular shoulders, arms and firm pics, down across the six pack abs. His cock was still hard, standing at a ninety degree angle out from his perfectly formed body. He leaned forward into the rock wall and stretched his calves and butt. He stood up and ran his hands over his muscular thighs, and across his heavy hanging balls. His balls were big. One hung lower than the other. The closeness of his muscular thighs kept his balls pushed forward and his cock rested on top of them. The head of his cock was pink with a well-defined glans on the end of a straight, thick shaft. He took his time letting the cool, fresh water run over his body as he moved the water with his hands, seemingly worshiping his physique. I was standing on the beach by the rocks, somewhat in a trance, as I watched this idol of manliness show off his perfect, beautiful body. He faced me with shower water running down his torso and off the end of his hard cock. He reached for a bottle of shampoo. He poured some on one hand and rubbed his hands together. Then, after all the rinsing he had performed, he began to smooth shampoo all over his head and body. He slowly and methodically lathered his body, again running his hands over his well-formed muscles. When he finally rinsed off the lather, he turned off the shower, threw the yellow towel over his wet shoulders and turned toward me. Acknowledging my presence he said, "Would you like to join me?" He smiled, and his boyish smile was accentuated with big dimples in both cheeks. "I would," I responded somewhat in shock at his invitation. I couldn't believe that all the time I was standing on the beach in my mesmerized trance, hoping I was inconspicuous, he had been putting on a show for me, showing off his wonderful physique which he was obviously proud of. "Come on," he said as he motioned me toward him. "I'm John," he introduced himself offering his hand. "I'm Billy," I said, taking his hand and receiving a warm, welcoming handshake. John placed an arm around my shoulder as he led me into the beach house. The inside of the beach house was very modern. It had tile floors. The entire wall facing the ocean was large, picture windows. The furniture was simple, and upholstered in light tan leather. There was a lot of chrome on tables and lamps. John continued to lead me, with his arm around my shoulders, through the living room into a bedroom. The bedroom was similar to the living room with a wall of windows facing the ocean. There was a large king-size bed which had not be made since it was last slept in. White sheets were draped across the bed as if they had followed someone getting out of the bed. John said, "Wait here," and he walked into what was probably the bathroom. I stood in the middle of the bedroom and could hear John relieving himself as piss cascaded into the toilet. He pissed a long, steady stream before I could hear him washing his hands. When he came out of the bathroom, he had left the yellow towel behind, so he was completely naked. "Do you need the bathroom?" John asked. "Yes, thank you," I replied and headed in the direction he had just come from. I pissed, shook off the residual droplets, washed my hands and returned to the bedroom. John was standing beside the bed smiling a warm, friendly smile framed by the big dimples in his cheeks. He reached out a hand toward me and I walked to him and took the hand. He pulled me close to his naked body. "Did you enjoy my show?" he asked. I blushed, embarrassed that I had been so obvious watching him shower. "Yes," I answered. "Don't be embarrassed," he said. "I know people like to see me naked, and I enjoy showing off my body. You have been watching my nude body, but you are still dressed. Don't you think that is unfair? I would like to see yours." I placed my thumbs in the waistband of my swim trunks and pushed them down past my bubble butt. I wiggled them down my thighs and stepped out of them. Now I was naked too. I am 5'6" tall. I was formerly a college gymnast, so I have a well developed gymnast body, and I have kept in shape. I have light brown hair, medium length with blue eyes. My six inch, circumcised, average girth dick was beginning to rise in response to my being naked in the presence of this Greek God, John. "Nice," said John as he wrapped one hand around my hardening dick. I looked up into his deep hazel eyes. I melted into his arms. John leaned down and kissed me, and I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue inside. John was a good kisser. No, he was a great kisser. His tongue wrestled with mine, both in his mouth and in mine. He sucked on my tongue and I sucked on his. His mouth left mine and he kissed across my face and tongued my ear. Then he kissed his way down my neck to my right nipple. He sucked it hard until it hurt, then he kissed his way across to the left nipple and sucked it until it hurt also. His mouth moved down my torso kissing his way to my navel which he licked and sucked. He moved down my lower stomach across my smooth shaved groin and took both my balls in his mouth at once. He moved them around in his mouth, bathing them with his tongue. His mouth let my balls fall free and he moved further back, licking his way over my perineum toward my asshole. His oral attention to my body was really turning me on. My six inch dick was hard as a rock and leaking precum like a faucet. John laid me back onto the kingsize bed and raised my legs in the air. His mouth went back to my perineum and his tongue teased his way to my hungry rosebud hole. My first impulse at feeling his tongue against my anus was to clinch it closed, but I also knew I wanted this handsome man inside me. I immediately relaxed and let his tongue bathe the entrance to my mancunt. John was a noisy ass eater. I could hear him sucking and slurping, and my sphincter was opening to receive whatever he would shove inside me. However, I was disappointed when he left my butt and moved back up to my face. He began kissing my mouth again. After getting my mouth and face all slobbery wet again, John moved his body up my torso until his erect, six inch, cut, perfectly shaped cock was hanging in front of my face. I didn't need any direction to know what to do. I raised my head, opened my mouth and took the pink, helmet cock head between my lips. I ran my tongue over the piss slit and tasted his precum. He was sweet. I wanted more. I raised my head further and took more of the shaft in my mouth. John's large balls were resting on my chin. I tried to swallow his cock head but it was as far in my mouth as it could go. I moved my head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth as I massaged it with my tongue. I could taste more of John's sweet precum as I milked his cock with my mouth. John lowered his body on top of my face. His cock was pressed fully into my mouth. I could feel it throbbing as his blood pulsed through the shaft. His light brown pubic bush was pressed against my lips and nose. His balls rested on my chin. I couldn't breathe. But before I needed air, John began to fuck my face. He plunged slowly and gently, up and down. I sucked his cock and massaged it with my tongue. I tasted more precum. With one hand, I reached between his legs and followed his ass crack up to his asshole. It flinched at my touch, but he didn't move away. I gently massaged the rosebud entry to his rectum. Since I hadn't wet my finger, I couldn't force my finger inside, and I didn't think John would go for that. I didn't want to disrupt what we had going with his cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock getting closer to his orgasm. I wanted that beautiful cock in my ass, and I hoped John wanted that too. I didn't have to wait long before John abruptly pulled his hard shaft from my mouth. He quickly scooted back down my torso and raised my legs in the air, resting on his shoulders. I could feel the helmet head of his man meat against my sphincter, With one quick thrust, his cockhead was past my anal ring. It hurt, but he stopped once inside me and let me adjust to his intrusion. The sharp pain in my anus soon subsided and I was ready to take John's cock, and anything else he had to offer, up my hungry ass. John pressed forward. I controlled my breathing and took his hard manhood until he was balls deep inside me. I could feel his heavy balls resting on the base of my spine. John leaned down and kissed me again. I met his kiss. We sucked tongues as John began a slow fuck of my mancunt. His cock, although not a large one, felt good inside me. It moved smoothly in and out of my velvet lined bowel. My own hard dick leaked precum with each contact of his cock against my prostate, and every time his stomach slide over my swollen, pink dickhead. John made love to me. It was't just sex with a guy who stalked him on the beach. John know how to make me feel like he cared how I felt, and that he wanted me to get as much pleasure from our fucking as he did. And I did get pleasure. I raised my bubble butt cheeks to meet John's thrusts against them. I rotated my hips to meet his cum loaded cock so that he hit every nerve in my anal canal, and my anal canal hit every nerve in his swollen, throbbing cock. John showed me he knew how to fuck, and I showed him I knew how to take it. Together, we were giving each other the ride of our lives. We gradually increased the pace of our fucking until we were ready to cum. John lunged hard against my butt, and I knew he was going unload his heavy balls inside my ass chute. My sphincter locked around his swollen cock as I began to pump my own sweet gism onto our stomachs. My anal spasms milked John's cumload from his heavy balls into my mancunt. We both lunged against each other, frantically trying to get as much pleasure from this orgasm as possible. I wanted John as deeply inside me as he could go. John was trying to shove his exploding cock as far inside my ass as he could. After numerous volleys of cum from both our shooting cocks, we collapsed onto the bed. John was on top of me. My legs were wrapped around his hips. John's cock was still inside my convulsing ass, and I would keep it there as long as I could. When he had caught his breath, John said, "That was really good. I'm glad we met on the beach." "I'm glad we did too," I replied as I leaned my face up to his and we kissed. "Is this your beach house?" I asked. "It was rented by the company doing a photo shoot with me this week. I'm a model." answered John. "I can see why you are a model," I said. "You are very handsome and have a great body. " "You have a great body, too," replied John. "What do you do to get in this shape?" "I was a gymnast in college. I try to keep my muscle tone," I explained. Then I told John about my college gymnastics experience and my relationship with Coach. ("Gymnastic Practice", June 25, 2018, Athletics). The conversation was interrupted by John's limp cock popping out of my sore ass. I could feel his cum leaking out of my ass and running down my ass crack. John rolled off of me and lay beside me on the bed. We lay there conversing, getting to know each other, enjoying the sound of the ocean on the beach, until we both fell asleep. When we awoke, it was early afternoon. John rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. I could hear his piss stream going in the toilet. When he came back out, I took my turn. When I came out of the bathroom, John had prepared a couple of glasses of iced tea. We sat in the living room on the tan leather couch, naked, watching the ocean, enjoying the cold drinks. Around 2:00 PM, John excused himself. He had an appointment with his photographer for the photo shoot tomorrow. We both went back into the bedroom and got dressed. He walked me to the door of the beach house and kissed me good bye before he opened the door. "Would you like to come to the photo shoot tomorrow morning?" John asked. "Yes, very much," I replied. "Be here at 5:00 AM", he said, smiling. "We have to get the early light and beat the crowds on the beach." "I will be here," I smiled back at him. With that I stepped out the door, which John closed behind me. I walked back to my hotel room up the beach, savoring the time I had spent that morning with the most handsome man I had ever met. I was up early, 4:00 AM the next morning to meet John at his beach house. I was excited and looking forward to seeing this handsome man again. I also hoped that we might spend some more quality time together in his king size bed. John answered the door when I knocked. He was wearing the same red swim trunks he had on when I first saw him on the beach yesterday. I stepped inside and he greeted me with a kiss. I was ready to suck his tongue, but he was all business this morning. He had coffee in the kitchen, where we sat and talked until there was a knock at the door. "That's the photo crew," John explained. We both got up from the kitchen table and went to the door. John picked up his gear for the photo shoot and we left the beach house. They had a van waiting outside which we got into and we were driven to a more remote beach where there would be more privacy for the shoot. John introduced me to the crew. There was the photographer who was an older man, late forties, Rick. There were also four more men who handled equipment. These guys were younger, ranging from early twenties to early thirties. They were Jack, Eddy, Will, and Carlos. It was a short drive to the photo shoot location. The beach was somewhat isolated with cliffs separating it from the main road. There were also tropical forests which we drove through to get to the beach. Once there, the beach was a beautiful place. The crew unloaded the equipment from the van and began to set up at the photographer's directions. Jack took care of makeup and wardrobe for John. I watched while Jack rubbed oil on John's beautiful body. In the tropical sunshine, he was more handsome that the day before. The first photos were taken in the red swim trunks John had worn. He was posed with the ocean in the background. After several shots, the photographer directed John to remove the swim trunks. John peeled the trunks down past his butt, over his thighs and he stepped out of them. Jack collected the swim trunks. There was John in his glorious maleness. His big balls rested on his muscular thighs and his semi-hard cock rested on his balls. I was getting an erection watching. John posed nude, again with the ocean in the background. After several more photos in several more poses, the photographer directed John to "get hard". I was shocked at this, since I didn't realize the photos would be x-rated. John began to shake his already semi-hard cock and massage it. Just watching him made my own dick even harder. I was pitching a tent in my athletic shorts which was obvious to everyone. "Billy, give him a hand," Rick ordered. I was shocked again that I was to take part, and an erotic part at that. But I eagerly moved to John and took his cock in my hand. I stroked it back and forth. I looked into John's eyes. He smiled at me and leaned down and kissed me. This time, we sucked tongue. We got really erotic which had the desired effect of getting John hard for the photographer. John broke the kissing and stepped back and began to pose for more photos. He would occasionally stroke his cock if it started to go soft. After a few more photos, the photographer ordered me again. "Suck him, Billy," Rick said. Again I was shocked, and a little embarrassed, that I was to suck John's beautiful cock in front of the photo crew. But, John seemed to accept it, and I certainly didn't mind sucking his cock. So, I was on my knees on the beach, with his six inch, circumcised, manhood in my mouth, sucking like I did this all the time. "That's enough for now," Rick ordered. I stood up and backed away, admiring the results of my oral ministrations. There were more photos. Jack provided some beach wraps and filmy jackets for John to pose in. Anytime, he got a little soft, I was ordered in to stiffen him up again with my mouth. The photo shoot took all morning. John posed in front of the ocean, in front of the cliffs, in front of the tropical forest. He stood up. He lay down on his stomach. He lay down on his back. He posed on his hands and knees. He posed kneeling on one knee or on two. All this time I had a raging hardon, leaking precum onto the front of my athletic shorts. Finally, Rick said, "It's a wrap," and the crew began to load up all the equipment into the van. Jack gave John a pair of shorts and a polo shirt to get dressed. When he was dressed, John came to me. He wrapped his arms around me and said, "Thanks, for being my fluffer." He smiled and kissed me. I kissed back. No tongue this time, but my dick still stiffened at his touch. John felt my stiff dick rubbing against his thigh.' "I"ll take care of that for you, when we get back to the beach house," he said smiling lasciviously. I smiled back at him. We all piled into the van for the short ride back to town. We stopped for lunch at a small cafe where everyone relaxed and rehydrated. No one said anything about my role in the photo shoot, which I was glad of. Apparently, that is something that someone has to do at every shoot. Maybe they were happy it was me and not them this time. They drove us back to the beach house. John and I said our good byes to the crew and they drove off to process the photos. John put his arm around my shoulder and we walked into the beach house. Once inside, John fixed us each a glass of iced tea. We sat in the living room and relaxed and cooled off. We sat beside each other on the couch and talked. "Thanks for helping me at the photo shoot this morning," John said. "I'm sorry Rick told you to do that. I think you were embarrassed. Usually one of the crew keeps me up." "Yes, I was embarrassed, but I didn't mind doing it for you. I kind of enjoyed it," I replied. "I could see that you did," John said. "I need to take care of that need for you to get off." John stood up from the couch. He took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. In the bedroom, John pulled my t-shirt up and off, over my head. Then he slipped his fingers into the elastic waistband of my athletic shorts and pushed them down past my bubble butt, down my thighs and I stepped out of them. I was naked and my dick was already standing at attention. John removed his Polo shirt and his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear either. He stepped to me, took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I melted into his arms, tasting his lunch on his tongue. My arms were wrapped around his broad back and I could feel his muscles move as he held me tightly. I could also feel his hard, six inch cock pressing against my stomach. I wanted it. I stepped back toward the bed and pulled John with me. When I felt the bed against the back of my legs, I sat down. John's six inch, hard cock was directly in front of my face. I leaned forward and took the pink helmet head between my lips, as I had done so many times this morning. I poked my tongue into his piss slit. I was rewarded with some of John's sweet precum. I savored the taste and massaged the cockhead with my tongue to elicit more. John's hands were on both sides of my head, not forcing me, but steadying himself. I began to lick my way down the cock shaft, feeling the large vein that ran the underside of it. His cock met the back of my mouth and the entrance to my throat. His cock wasn't long enough to go down my throat, but I took it as deep as it would go. I could feel John's heavy balls nestling against my chin. I reversed and licked my way back up and off his man meat. Then I leaned down and took his balls in my mouth, one at a time. They were like large, shelled, hard-boiled eggs in a velvet bag. I could feel the pubic hairs that covered the ball bag with my tongue. I sucked each ball before gently releasing it to rest on his muscular thighs. I licked my way from the base of his rod to the tip of its mushroom head, and swallowed the shaft again. My head bobbed up and down, milking the shaft, making it as hard as it could possibly get. My hands gently caressed his balls while I sucked his cock. I knew John was ready, and my ass was hungry for his fuck pole to be inside it. I released John's cock from my mouth, stood up and kissed John passionately on his lips. I sucked his tongue deeply into my mouth, tasting his lunch again. Just as quickly, I released his tongue, looked him in his beautiful, hazel eyes and said, "Fuck me, John." I turned and lay on my stomach on the bed. I arched my back and raised my firm, bubble butt in the air. I spread my knees so John could kneel between my legs, which he did. His cock was already wet from my oral attention. He leaned down and licked my hole, making it really wet and slick to receive him. Then I felt him aim the bulbous cock head against the rosebud entrance to my mancunt. John gently shoved forward. I inhaled deeply and relaxed my sphincter. The cockhead slipped past my anal ring. John continue to push and I continued to exercise my breathing until he was buried balls deep inside me. I have had bigger cocks in my ass before and I enjoy the feeling of fullness they offer, but I have ever been fucked by such a handsome man as John. When my ass was adjusted and comfortable to his cock inside it, I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles to indicate he could begin plowing my ass, and he did. John slowly withdrew until only the helmet head was inside my anal ring. Then he pushed slowly forward until I could feel his velvet ball sack resting against my smooth-shaved ball sack. I reached down and stroked my dick to match John's piston action in my ass. He rubbed my prostate with each stroke in and each stroke out. With each contact, my piss slit would drip my precum. I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted my juice. I always enjoy the taste of my precum and my cum. John was slowly increasing his stroking pace and his breathing rate was increasing also. I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles as he pumped in and out of me. I rotated my hips to hit every nerve in his cock and every nerve inside my colon. I could feel my orgasm coming in the distance. I bucked my hips to meet John's thrusts as he slammed in and out of me. The sound of our bodies slapping together could probably be heard on the beach. John was rapidly ramming his hard cock in my sore ass, and I was meeting him. His cock head slammed into my prostate and I began to cum. I shot sweet cream out of my dick eye and onto John's bed. When my ass began to spasm with my orgasm, it set off John's orgasm. I could feel his warm seed filling my shit chute. His balls pumped load after load of his sweet gism, soothing my raw anal canal. I grasped my own balls and gently squeezed, encouraging as much of my own sperm to discharge as they could generate. John made a final deep lunge against my muscled bubble butt and relaxed on top of me. I slid my knees backward, so I was lying underneath him, his softening cock still inside me. I could feel it throb occasionally, as it drained the final remnants of his man juice from his slightly-less heavy balls. I love this feeling of fulness when my lover has emptied his cum load into my ass, and we lie together with his cock still throbbing inside me. I squeeze his cock periodically in a usually unsuccessful attempt to keep him hard. Eventually, it will go soft and slip from inside my ravaged ass, accompanied with our sweet juices, the evidence of our love-making. Often we will fall asleep like this and awaken later, refreshed and ready to go again. We didn't fall asleep this time. John had to pack to be ready to leave this evening. The photo shoot was over and he was scheduled to fly home. We reluctantly, got up off the bed. John took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and we both stepped inside. We used shower gel and lathered each other's body to remove the dried cum evidence of our sexual activity. I ran my hands over John's well developed pecs and washboard abs. I cupped his heavy balls in one hand and gently massaged. His cut cock began to respond. John did the same to me, and he reached around and massaged my bubble butt cheeks, reaching between, and washing my well-used asshole. My sphincter responded to his touch. His cum from our previous session ran out and down my leg. John proceeded to poke his finger inside me. I relaxed and let him finger fuck me. I raised one leg over his hip, giving him easier access to my man pussy. John's cock was hard again from the manual attention it was receiving from me. John placed his hands under my hips and lifted me. He lowered me so his cockhead was at the entrance to my ass. I quickly applied a little shower gel to my hole and his cock slipped easily inside me. I wrapped my legs around John's hips as he bounced me up and down on his proud manhood. We had just fucked only a few minutes before, but I could be fucked by this handsome man as often as he would fuck me. We kissed. I sucked his tongue and John sucked mine. I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles. My ass was sore from the recent sexual activity since I am not used to having sex so often, and it had been a long time since any previous sexual encounter. But, when I find someone I am willing to share my body with, I can't get enough. I was riding John's hard cock as we sucked face. My heels were dug into his butt crack, forcing his cock as deeply inside me as possible. I knew this would probably be my last fuck with John, and I was going to make it a good one. I wanted my body to melt into John's. I wanted us to become one. I would take him orally and anally and swallow this handsome man completely. Eventually, we reached the ultimate sensation. John began to shoot another load of cum up my ass. I could feel his six inch cock pulsing with each blast of warm manseed he blasted into my bowel. I bucked my ass against his groin as my own dick shot my own creamy juice against our stomachs. I held John's head with both of my hands as I continued to suck his tongue, and enjoy the feel of his lips against mine. When this final orgasm has subsided, John set me down so my feet were on the shower floor again. We reluctantly finished the kissing. We washed my cum off our stomachs. I washed my ass juices and John's cum off of his softening cock and beautiful ballsack. John washed my asshole and fingered it at few times to be sure it was clean. At last, we stepped out of the shower. We dried ourselves and walked back into the bedroom where we both dressed. I was sad to have to leave since I knew I would never see John again. John was very kind and walked me to the front door of the beach house. He kissed me gently on my lips and opened the door. I stepped outside and smiled back him. I turned and walked away as John closed the door. ************************************************************* I discovered John Pruitt when I saw a photo of him on a FaceBook post. He was such a handsome man, I was entranced and I wanted to know more about him. I did a Google search for "John Pruitt Model" and the first hit was "Legendary Bodies 2 featuring John Pruitt on Vimeo." The web address is http://vimeo.com > Leather Archives & Museum > Videos. I don't think this works as a link, and if not, do the Google search for "Legendary Bodies 2". The 22 minute video is worth watching. I was so impressed with the beauty of John Pruitt that my mind began to fantasize. This story is where my imagination went. Disclaimer: In my fascination with John Pruitt, I have tried to do some research to find out more about him, and what became of him. He was "discovered" by Jim French of Colt Studios. This was at a time when nude male photos were just becoming legal. Photos at this time never showed man to man sex. His real name was John Yount. He was straight and took the modeling job to make some money to get married. He was considered "the most handsome man" of his time. I understand why. After John retired from modeling, he made some fitness videos. He has a son who is a professional athlete. Please make a donation to Nifty.org to help cover costs of maintaining the website. If you enjoy my stories, I enjoy hearing from my readers. You may contact me at billy.razor@outlook.com . You may find other stories I have posted by looking at the author index. Thanks, Billy