Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2001 06:32:05 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Story submission: "Even Luckier"

WARNING!!!  This is a story about sex between consenting
adult men.  If you are too young, offended by such things,
or it is illegal in your geopolitical region --  STOP NOW
and close this file.  Otherwise, read on and I hope you
enjoy.   (Note: even though my characters don't do so, these
are fantasies, and in real life you must use protection and
practice safe sex.   Okay?)


Even Luckier


We were lying spoon-fashion on our left sides facing the
window.  It was already 7:00 pm.  It was dark out, but the
shades and curtains had been closed when I first got there.
He had fallen asleep after our last round of love-making.
His right arm was over my waist and his hand was held
between mine against my chest.  I could feel the rhythmic
pattern of his warm breath as it struck the back and side of
my neck and his knees were pulled up tightly behind mine.  I
could stay like this for days, I thought, knowing even then
that I was going to have to get up in a little less than an
hour and go home.  A small tremor ran through my body as I
recalled the fantastic intimacies we had shared over the
past two hours.  I could still feel the warm wetness between
the bottom of my butt and his crotch that told the story of
what we had done only a few minutes before.

I thought back over the past couple days..

It was Tuesday, and although I had decided to take the day
off from work, my wife hadn't, so I was home alone (just as
I wanted to be) and was sitting at the PC when his IM popped
up on my screen.  All it said was "Hi, Peter".  I was parked
in a m4m chat room (you know.in the room, but not 'talking')
and this, of course, is what happens.  I knew whoever it was
must have already checked my profile to get my name (he
didn't say "Hi, cnjshore" or such), so I immediately clicked
to get his.  It really didn't say much.  His name is Hank,
he's 49, divorced, works "in construction", and he also
lives "at the shore".  So I responded with my usual, "Hi,
Hank..where at the shore?"

It finally turned out that he lives about 3 miles from me,
and, because he is divorced, he has a place (not something
most of us married men have).  We IM'ed for about a half
hour before he suggested we meet somewhere "neutral and
public"  (which is also one of my cardinal rules of the
game).  Agreeing on a supermarket parking lot about mid-way
between us, I signed off and headed out to see what lay
ahead.

My  name is Peter, and, as I have said, I'm married.but I'm
very much into m4m when it comes to my pleasures.  Although
I don't really care for the sexual side of a hetero
marriage, I am able to perform my 'husbandly duties' and do
like the other things that come with it -- especially my
kids -- so I have no plans or desire to break that up.
Because of these 'preferences',  I live in a well-contained
closet and only come out when things appear to be very safe.
I'm 52 years old, still have all my hair -- with only a
touch of gray -- and am told I'm not bad looking.  At 5'10"
and 190 pounds, I'm a bit heavier than I would like to be,
but I carry it well and would not say that I am "fat".   I
just don't seem to be able to get to the gym as often as I
used to, but I do get there once in a while and try to keep
everything from sagging too much.  But enough about me...

I was in the parking lot about ten minutes ahead of
schedule, although not in the agreed on meeting spot,
sitting there waiting and watching.  About five minutes
later, I saw a car of the make and color he said he would be
driving pull in from the street and drive past me toward
where we were to meet.  I liked what I saw.  He was just as
he had described -- around six feet tall, medium to stocky
build, short gray hair.  and really nice arms.  (I notice
arms.  There is something really sexy about nicely muscled
arms.)   They must be the result of his working "in
construction".  I hoped the rest of him was as well molded
from such work.  As he stopped in the 'meeting ground', I
started my car and pulled over next to him -- aimed in the
opposite direction so we would be driver-side to driver-
side.

"Hank?" I questioned as I opened my window.

"Peter?" he replied.

"Well, it looks like this was not one of those 'aol no
shows'.and I think from what I see that I just might be glad
it wasn't."

"Why don't you pull around and get into my car with me," he
suggested.  "We can talk for a few minutes and then decide
what to do.  Okay?"

I didn't bother to reply -- just pulled around behind and
then alongside him on the passenger side.  One minute later
I was sitting in the car with him and we were shaking hands
like a couple of business associates.  I guess it was
'automatic cover' on my part.

"I see you really are married," he said, looking down at my
ring.  "I used to do this when I was still married, but the
stress of it damned near gave me a heart attack."

"You're right.it's not easy, is it?   Is that why you got
divorced?"

"No.  We just couldn't live in the same house any more.  I
suppose it played a part, but she never knew.and still
doesn't.   I keep to my closet now just like before.  I
don't think most of my friends could handle my coming out.
Luckily I don't have any kids, so that's not a worry to me."

"I do.and that's probably my greatest worry.  I don't think
they would handle it at all well.  That's why I have to be
so careful."

"So, you said you like 'just about anything that feels
good'.  I have to agree with that.  .and you're a bottom,
and I'm a top.  Seems like a good match to me.  You
interested in trying it out?"

"Absolutely!" I replied enthusiastically.  "I was beginning
to worry that you weren't going to suggest that.  Are we
going to your place?"

"Sure.   You want to ride with me, or follow in your car?"

"Well.. There really isn't any need for you to have to bring
me back here, so maybe I should take mine and follow."  As I
finished, I started to open the door to get out.  Before I
could, however, his large right hand moved over and grabbed
the top of my left thigh, then it extended over and down
between the top of my legs.

Turning his hand upward, he cupped my basket and in a deep
throaty voice said, "Don't fink out on me.  I've got lots of
plans on how to make our friend here feel good."

Returning the favor, I reached over with my left hand and
slowly rubbed it up and down over the very attractive bulge
in his jeans.  ".and I have a feeling that I'm going to make
something in here feel really good too.  Now let's get out
of here so we can!"

It took about five minutes until we pulled into the driveway
of what I assumed was his house.  The neighborhood was nice,
middle-class, with well kept lawns and shrubs.  As I got out
of my car, I grabbed a black leather folder off the back
seat to carry in with me.  I have found that, if there are
nosey neighbors (like one I have), it makes it look like
there is some sort of business meeting (not monkey business)
going on.  Hank unlocked the front door and, as we both
stepped inside, he turned and closed it.

I'm always a little uncomfortable at this point -- not
really knowing just what to do.  Is it going to be small
talk first? Or do we just start undressing and go for it?
Or???

Luckily, he took the initiative and asked, "Would you like a
beer or soda?"

"A beer sounds nice," I answered as I moved further into the
living room.

Pointing toward the sofa, he said, "Here.  Have a seat.
I'll be right back."  Then he went through a door into what
appeared to be a hallway, turned left, and disappeared.  A
couple seconds later I heard the sound of glass bumping
against glass and assumed it to be a couple bottles of beer
being taken out of the refrigerator.  Right after that I
heard a drawer being opened and the metallic rattling of
someone rummaging around in it looking for something (an
opener?).    My theories were confirmed when I heard a
succession of sounds that must have been the opening of a
couple of beers and he came back into the room holding one
out to me as he took a swig from another.

"Thanks," I said, looking up toward him and taking the cold
beer out of his hand.  As I took a sip, he sat down on the
sofa next to me on my left.

"How much time do you have?  You know...  well..  I'd rather
take this a little slow and not just strip down, biff, bam,
thank-you-maam.  Do you mind?"

"Not at all.  I much prefer it that way myself.  ..and I've
got an hour or so before I have to be home.  Think that's
time enough?  It's not too hurried, is it?"

"We'll just have to see -- won't we?" he smiled back at me.

As he spoke, he reached up with his right arm and put his
hand behind my neck.  I could feel the tickle as his
fingertips began to slowly caress the back and around to the
right side of my neck.  He turned toward me and leaned
forward as I felt the light pressure being applied to my
neck and head to pull me over to him.  I turned to him and
our lips met.  Lightly and feathery at first, but then his
pull on my head increased and our mouths were tight against
one another.

I reached over and around him with my right arm and pulled
his body to mine.  My hand was on his back and began to move
slowly up and down, touching and feeling the strength of the
muscles under his shirt.  His left arm moved around me and
began to mirror the caresses of my hand on his back.  My
teeth opened and his tongue drove its way into my mouth.  It
searched and probed as I wrapped and stroked it with my own
tongue.  I turned fully to face him and lifted my right knee
over his legs until I was straddling him as we ground our
faces together.  I could now feel his stiffness lifting
inside his jeans and pressing against the underside of my
balls.   I wiggled my ass to rub myself against his groin.
He moaned lightly in pleasure.

Suddenly he lifted himself and turned.  I found myself on my
back on the sofa with him now on top of me and his legs
between mine.  He started to grind his crotch into mine.
This time I moaned in response.  I reached up between us and
began to unbutton his shirt.  He wasn't wearing any kind of
undershirt, or tee, so I could feel the course bristles of
the thick mat of brown and gray hair that covered his chest
and extended all the way down into the top of his jeans.
I pulled on his shirt and it came up and out from where it
had been tucked in.  Then I slid my hands under it and
around to slide up and down the warm, firm skin of his back.
I liked what I felt.  I liked what his tongue was doing
inside my mouth.  I was starting to burn with the erotic
heat of our mutual sensuality.

I ran both of my hands down his back and then under the
waistline of his jeans.  I could now feel the pair of hard,
round buns that were hidden inside the blue denim.  I could
also feel a small amount of coarse hair scattered over them.
Oooooooohhhh, yessssss!  That's what I like!!!

Breaking the kiss and lifting himself up from me, his voice
throaty and his breath a bit ragged, he whispered, "Let's go
get more comfortable."

I knodded in agreement, almost afraid if I actually said
something the magic would be lost.  He stood and helped lift
me off the sofa and, holding my left hand in his right, he
led -- or pulled -- me down the hall and into the bedroom.
It was a king-sized bed and the covers were all pulled down
and ready.  I was just coherent enough to think . he must
have set this up before he came to meet me .  I'm glad his
effort wasn't wasted.

Letting go of my hand, he pulled his shirt off and began to
unbutton his jeans.  Following suit, I pulled my shirt up
over my head, taking the tee-shirt under it along with it,
and started to unbuckle and unzip my belt and slacks.  It
was almost like a race until we were both standing there in
nothing but our shorts.  What I could see now did look good
all over.  That was a damned fine 49-year-old man standing
there.  His job obviously kept him in good physical
condition.  The muscles were all there -- not from pumping
iron, but from good old fashioned work.  I just stood there
staring -- and, I think, licking my lips in anticipation.

Still in his gray boxer briefs he lay back on the bed and
held his arms up to me.  His  large, stiff tool lay proudly,
pointing to the left above his thigh, prominent and clearly
defined even under the layer of soft, gray cotton.  A small,
but growing, wet spot could be seen as a dark stain in the
cloth by its tip end.  As I leaned forward to him, my now
raging, hard cock slipped out the open fly of my boxers and
stood proudly in front of me.

Grabbing it suddenly with his left hand, he whispered,
"Nice.  Real nice."

"Thanks," I muttered back as I stretched out next to him,
lying on my right side.  He released his grip on my shaft
and moved his hand down inside my shorts and cupped my baby
makers.

"Those are nice too," he proclaimed.a little like a judge in
a livestock show.

Enough is enough.  Reaching over, I began to softly run my
finger tips and hand over the pole in his shorts.  I pulsed
in response and the wet spot grew even larger.  Not willing
to wait any longer to see what was in there, I raised up and
leaned over him as my left hand grabbed the elastic
waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to expose the
prize that lay beneath.  .and what a prize it was!!!  About
seven inches of throbbing, jerking, rigid manhood rising
from a pair of large egg-sized balls!!  What was even
better.only the tip of the glans with its smiling slit
showed through the small opening in the end of the
enshrouding foreskin.  Oh, yes!!  Foreskin!!  That too is
one of my favorite things!!

I grabbed it and pushed down, peeling the skin back slowly
from the smooth, shining, bluish-pink head until it rolled
over and behind the crown.  I stopped and just looked at it
for a few seconds.  My excitement jumped another notch.
Then I pulled the skin forward and watched it as the turtle
neck returned to cover the perfectly sloped strawberry head.
Just before it disappeared completely, I saw a small crystal
drop escape the lips of the slit only to be trapped in the
lips that were forming just beyond the tip.

Leaning forward a little more, I licked the droplet of his
nectar from its container of warm skin.  Then I thrust my
tongue into and under that wonderful pouch and began to rasp
the silky surface beneath, running it over, around, and
under the delicious plum inside.  This time he moaned more
loudly and gasped, "Oh, yesss!!!  Oh, yesss!  That feels
wonderful!"  I echoed his moan in reply.

Opening my eyes, I turned to look up his torso toward his
chin.  I could see the full blanket of hair that began just
above his pubes and ran up his midsection and over his
chest.   I dropped the throbbing pole and buried my nose and
mouth into his pubic bush, savoring his heated man smells,
then moved my face up, keeping my lips against him, into the
valley between his nicely defined pecs.  Moving my head to
the side, I began to lick and nibble his left nipple.  It
responded and became hard and erect.  I kept at it for
another minute or so before I decided to move to the other
side.  By now he was rotating his hips and almost whimpering
in anticipation of what lay ahead.

To do that, I rolled over almost onto him until my left knee
was now on the outside of his right leg and the tip of my
enflamed rod was brushing the underside of his delectable
nutsack.  As I put my mouth over his right nipple, I lowered
and pushed with my hips to feel his crotch against the
sensitive head of my lower parts.  He moaned louder this
time.  Then I sat up, my back straight and reached down to
grasp his incredibly sexy tool and pull it up to mine.
Bottom side to bottom side, piss tube to piss tube, they
pressed together in my hand.

Slowly I began to stroke them.  I watched as his foreskin
slid back to reveal the smooth head inside which glistened
in the light from the lamp by the bed.  Another, this time
much larger, drop of his precum formed in the small opening
at its tip.  I used my left hand to spread it over the
uncovered heads of both our cocks, entranced by its
wonderful slickness and the feeling that it was something to
be shared.

As I stroked, I could see the increased shine as more and
more of his natural lube coated the enticing head and made
it look more and more ready for the next stage.   Pretty
soon I couldn't hold back any more.  Rising up on my knees,
I moved forward slightly.  Then I released the double-hold I
had for the shared wank, letting my own pulsing rod rise up
in front of me, but still holding onto the other magical
wand.  Moving it to point directly up into the space between
the top of my legs, I settled myself down until I could feel
its cool, wet tip nestled into the center of my brownish
pink love hole.  Then I let myself down a little further.

I hadn't had any real preparation for this, but there was so
much desire in me that I didn't care, I just wanted to feel
him inside me.  There was pressure as his rubbery hard head
pressed its way, stretching the tiny opening to gain entry.
A moment of pain, then it was gone and I could feel the head
was in.  I lowered myself some more and felt the shaft begin
to slide in through the tight ring of muscle and nerves.  I
stopped and waited a moment, then raised up a little,
sliding back up the pole an inch or so and then lowered back
down a little further.  The vibrations in my lower regions
were like electric bursts and shooting stars driving me to
want more and more of him.  Oh, how much I wanted to savor
the feel of that incredible tool driving deep into me!
Already I was anticipating the overwhelming rush that I knew
would be there when it spewed its load of heavy man cream
into my guts!

His hands were gripping my thighs just above my knees and he
was rolling his head from side to side as the sensations
were flooding from his chute-entrapped taproot into the rest
of his body.  I imagined that his senses were reeling just
as mine, and his head was starting to fill with shooting
stars and other signs of intense pleasure that I was
enjoying.  Yes, that was one wonderful root that joined us
so intimately!  I lowered myself further on that mighty
stake until I felt his thighs against my buns and my balls
were nested in his pubic patch.  Then I just sat there for a
minute.

After a short while, I felt Hank begin to move his hips
under me, raising his butt off the mattress in an effort to
drive himself further into my love tunnel.

I wriggled on him in response and felt his rod jerk and
swell inside me.  It was wonderful!!  Slowly I began to rise
and fall back onto him, feeling that hot meat riding in and
out of my screaming hole.  Time and again I felt the wave of
intense pleasure as the wide crown of his throbbing manhood
rode across the nut of my prostate.  My whole bottom half
was enveloped in wave after wave of the most wonderful
sensations possible to be felt by a man.

My eyes were clamped shut as were my teeth and lips.  My
nostrils flared with each intake of breath and my head
bobbed with exquisite pleasures as they rode the railway of
my spine -- up from that center of my focused enjoyment
until it exploded in mind-bending displays of flashing
neurons inside my brain.  I don't know what Nirvanah is, but
I would have bet then that I was pretty near to it!

I leaned forward and slid my hands under his armpits until I
could grab his shoulders.  Then holding as tightly as I
could, I rolled to my right and pulled him up and over until
I was now on my back and he was held between my legs.
"Ohhhhhh, yessssss!!!  Now!  Hank!!!  Now!!!  Fuck that
ass!!!  Pound that hole until we both explode!!!  Make we
want to scream 'uncle'!  Fuck it, baby!! Fuck it!!!"

He didn't need any incentive.  He just put his hands into
the backs of my knees and pushed them forward until they
were nearly past my head.  Then, rasing halfway up on his
knees, he started to pound that meat stake into my ass like
a wildman!!  He was grunting and panting and I was moaning
and growling like a pair of snarling animals!  He was on the
ride to the stars!! .and I was his chariot.  Faster and
faster.  Harder and harder he drove that joyous rod into me!
I knew it wasn't going to last much longer.  We were either
going to have one hell of a climax -- or both drop dead in
the process!!

My asshole was screaming for more.  His cock was driving to
go deeper and deeper.  Somewhere it had to end!!  .and then
it did!!!!

"OOOOoohhhhhhh, myyyyyy goddddddddd!!!"  he cried out!
"Ooooooohhhhhh, myyyyyy  godddddd.. it's gonna cum, baby.
It's gonna cum!!!!  Arrrnnnnnnggghhhhhhhhhh!!!"  and he
drove that incredible tool in to the hilt and froze!!  I
felt it jump and pulse.  Then I felt the hot, molten lava of
his ball juice begin to flood my insides!!  It was beyond
belief!!  My ass was drinking his offering like a starving
baby.  I don't know what was happening for sure, but it felt
like my chute was actually sucking the spooge out through
that steel-hard pipe that was springing from between his
legs.  I could picture his balls contracting and forcing
more and more of those wonderful, pearly-white ropes out and
into my hungry maw.

We were both sailing somewhere up there beyond all normal
feeling.  Our concentration and focus was entirely on the
few inches of our beings where the magnificent eruption was
taking place.  I wanted more and more.  He gave me more and
more.  My head was spinning.  My thoughts were reeling.  I
only knew I wanted more and more of him!!!!  This was just
too good to be true (the old refrain kept careening around
in my otherwise incoherent mind)!!

Slowly it all began to subside.  That's when I realized that
I had dug my heels into his back and managed to raise my ass
a good foot above the mattress to meet his thrusting
piledriver.  As I settled back down onto the bed he began to
slowly gyrate his hips and stir the flood of jizm that was
now forming lakes and ponds in my pink fuck tunnel.  I
responded by moving counter to his motions and moaning.  I
still couldn't talk. I just wanted it to go on and on.

Finally he stopped moving and just lowered himself
completely onto me.  I could feel the slickness of our
combined sweat from the all exertion before.  I also became
aware of the stickiness surrounding my now deflating member.
Somewhere in all that, I had blown my load and never even
noticed.  That must have been some fuck I was getting!!!
Come to think of it..you bet your sweet ass it was!!!  That
was one helluva mean fuck!!  Let me tell you that!  That guy
has more than just potential!!  That is a guy that I want to
keep around me for a while.

"Oooooooohhhhh, yesssssss!" he finally managed to get out
between his teeth.  "Oooooohhhh, yessss!  That was one damn
fine fuck, Peter.  That is one damn fine ass you've got
there!!  I want to go again, but I don't think I'm going to
be back in shape for another round until day-after-tomorrow
after that one!!!! Whew!  That was good!  .  You okay?"

"Mmmmmmmmm.  More than just 'okay'," I managed to half-moan.
"That was nothing less than fucking incredible!!  Man. you
can have this ass anytime you want it.  'Cept maybe right
now we could rest a little. I think you're right about 'day-
after-tomorrow'. That hole is gonna be leakin' for at least
that long.  How much did you pump into there?  A quart? A
gallon?  Babe, you sure do know how to make a man feel
really damned satisfied.  That was wonderful!  Oh, god, that
feels sooooo good!!  .  Now just shut-up for a few minutes!"

I had my arms around his back and I hugged him to me as
tightly as I could.  I felt his warm breath as it finally
began to slow and become regular against the left side of my
neck.  This was truly 'wonderful'.

Finally, we broke apart and he rolled to his right, my left,
and lay there beside me.  His left leg was still resting
over my left knee and I could feel his shrunken, but still
slightly firm, mancock against my thigh.  I could have
stayed just like that for hours, but I knew that I had to
get up and go home before I had to answer questions I didn't
want to have to think up the answers to.

"I have to go," I said.  "I don't want to, but.. Well. you
know.."

"Okay.  I wish you didn't have to, but I do know where
you're coming from," and with that he rolled off the bed and
stood up.  "Just a minute," he said, and he walked into what
must have been a bathroom door across the room.  When he
stepped back out, he had two small wet towels.  Tossing one
to me, he began to use the other to clean himself.  I
followed suit and, getting up from the bed myself, managed
to get most of the sticky mess off my stomach and out of my
pubic hair.

Slipping into my clothes, I asked, "Can we do this again
before too long?"

"As soon as you have some time," he answered.

"Well.. I may be able to 'work late' on Thursday -- that's
two days from now.  I'll say I'm working late, but really
leave early and then stop by here.  How does that sound?"

"Thursday should be fine," he said.  "So. Thursday it is!
God.I can hardly wait."

"Okay..see you Thursday," I said as I started to open the
door.  "Oh, wait a minute.let me get my folder.   .and while
we're at it, maybe you can give me your number so I can call
to confirm or let you know if there's any problem on
Thursday."

"Sure," he replied.    I took his number and then went out
the door.   I had a big smile on my face all the way
home!!!!
. . . . . . . . . . .

So now it's Thursday.   I told my wife I had to go to an
unscheduled, late meeting called by our "asshole VP" and
would be running about two hours late.  Adding that to the
one hour that I really left early and I had about three
hours to spend with Hank.  This was going to be a time to
remember (as if the first episode hadn't been)!

I left the office and drove to Hank's house, pulled into the
driveway, and walked up to the front door (with my black
folder, of course).  When I rang the bell, I heard his voice
saying, "Hi, Peter, come on in.  The door's unlocked."  It
took me a moment before I noticed the intercom speaker on
the side of the door opposite the doorbell.  "Okay," I
replied as I opened the door and went in..

As I closed the door, I heard a voice coming from the
hallway, "Lock the door and come on back."  I did as I was
bid -- turned and locked the front door, then headed off
into the hall.  "Down here," the voice, now recognizable as
Hank's, directed.  I followed the sound into the bedroom
where we had gone on Tuesday, only this time, there were a
number of candles burning on the dresser and end tables.
The shades and curtains were again pulled tightly closed,
and only the flickering candle light was illuminating the
scene.

There was Hank, lying in the center of his large bed, with
the bedsheet pulled up under his armpits and held tightly
across his chest.  You might have been able to see his
muscular body outlined under the light cotton covering, but
there was a rather attractive tent pole at the top of his
legs, holding most of it up and away from him.   "Hurry up!
Get undressed and get in here!" he demanded.  "I've been
lying here for an hour waiting for you and I don't want to
waste any more time!"

I did as I was told.  I just stood there and shed my clothes
until I was wearing nothing but my dark plaid boxers.  Then
I moved to the left side of the bed and slid in under the
sheet.  He immediately lifted the sheet enough for him to
roll to his right and right up on top of me.  Not wasting
another second, he reached up, grabbed my head in both his
hands, and his face and mouth onto mine.  I could feel his
rigid tool riding against my crotch, awakening my own
sleeping member which was now rising in anticipation.  Using
his knees, he pried my legs apart and inserted them between
mine.  Then rising up on his knees, he grasped the waistband
of my shorts, pulling them down to my thighs then lifting
them straight up, pulling my legs into the air as the thin
band of cloth that had been my boxers slip up my legs, off
my feet, and then sailed through the air toward the door.

Before they could fall back down onto the mattress, he
grabbed hold and lowered my legs onto his shoulders.then
leaned forward and began to lick the back and bottom of my
scrotum.  Suddenly my right ball was sucked into the warm,
wet recess of his mouth.  I could feel the raspy top of his
tongue as hit washed over the tightly drawn skin.  I felt a
tremor run through my whole body.

His hands came around and then ran up my stomach and the
front of my thighs as I hung there on his shoulders with my
butt against his chest.  Slowly he started to back away on
his knees, lowering me until my butt was on the bed, but
still washing my ball sack with his tongue as he alternated
taking one ball and then the other into his sweet mouth.  I
spread my legs, taking them off his shoulders and laid them
down on the mattress on each side of his knees and calves.

As soon as I had done so, he lifted his head, grabbed my
raging cock with his right hand, held it pointing straight
up, and took the entire 6-and-a-half inches into his mouth.
Then he began to turn, walking on his knees, his mouth
rotating over my rod, but never losing its grip.  When he
stopped, his knees were on each side of my head and his
beautiful, hooded trouser snake was flopping in the breeze
right above my face.

I reached up, grabbed the shaft and pulled it down to where
the shrouded head was just above my lips.  My tongue snaked
out and the tip slid into the pursed lips of his foreskin.
I pulled more of the loose skin down and felt it envelop the
end of my tongue.  I began to wash his sensitive head inside
the pouch that had formed.  I felt the shaft pulse and then
tasted the tiny drop of sweet-tart man nectar that must have
rolled out.  He lowered his hips and drove his stake into my
mouth and right into the top of my throat.  I managed to
control the gag reflex and allowed him to slide it even
deeper.  I loved the feeling of that velvety soft skin
stretched over the rock hard tissue inside it.  I wrapped it
with my tongue and could just feel the tube on its underside
from which I was going to eventually get my reward of thick,
creamy man milk.  It was just a matter of when and how.

Suddenly my attention was pulled away from my mouth and what
was in it, down to where another mouth had something of mine
in it.  Actually, it wasn't what was going on there that
caught my attention, it was the feeling of something cold
rubbing over the entrance to my love tunnel.  I could feel
his large finger sliding back and forth over the tightly
closed opening.  He must have had some kind of lube handy,
because what I felt was definitely slick and sliding.and,
ooooohhh, it felt soooo good!   I spread my legs a little
farther to open myself to what he was doing.

Taking that cue, the tip of his nicely large finger stopped
directly on the brownish pink rosette and then plunged into
the shutter-like opening.  There was really no resistance
and then I felt that incredible sensation of something
having breached the doorway and now entering the hallway of
pleasures.  His finger went deep until it touched the edge
of my hot spot and rode its way over the nut of my prostate.
I raised my legs, bending them at the knees, to make myself
even more accessible.

The finger began to move back out.then back in.   Slowly it
repeated the piston-like motion.. in .out . in . out.  I
closed my eyes trying to focus on both the magnificent piece
of manmeat working its way in and out of my throat, and the
long, full finger matching its movements in my other hole.
Then I felt the stretching as a second finger joined the
first, still matching the rhythm as he gently fucked his way
in and out of my mouth.   Another minute and a third finger
had been added.and my man pussy was being opened wider for
the large-scale invasion I knew would be coming before too
much longer.

I was thrusting my ass into the air to meet each of the
inward slides of his hand and fingers and was now moaning
loudly around the fleshy stake that was occupying my mouth,
tongue, and throat.  Then he lifted himself up from above
me, pulling his warm, juice-filled lollipop from my lips and
shifted his position back to where his knees were between my
thighs.  Pulling my legs as far up to my chest as I could, I
opened the more-than-ready, pulsing pink orifice to his
next, expected move.

Before I could say "Fuck it, babe", he had aimed that shiny,
bluish-pink spear head at its target and pushed his hips
forward, sending it deep into my hungry man hole.  I shouted
out loud."OH, GOD, YESSSSS!!!"

The sensations as his massive ramrod broke through the
doorway and filled the vestibule with its throbbing,
pulsing, jerking body sent my brain reeling.  I was
overwhelmed by the incredibly wonderful feelings that
enveloped my whole lower regions and sent electric sparks
and currents flowing up my spine to explode in my brain!!!
"Oh, god, yesssssss!  Drive that baby home!!  Oh!  Yessssss,
baby!  Shove that pole up my ass and fuck it until my
eyeballs start to rattle!!!  Oooooohhhh!
NNNnnnnggggggghhhhhhh!!!  Oooooohhhh, yessssssssss!
Oooooohhhh, babbbbbeeeeeeeey!  Oh, that's so sweet!  Ohhhh,
yessssss!!!"

You can never believe how much I wanted him to shove that
hot cock in to the hilt and then piston me until we both
exploded!!!!  That was all I could think of.  "Fuck me
senseless, baby.   Give it to me!!!  Make me want to squeal
like a pig being skewered for the pit. c'mon, babe.  Give me
all you've got!!  Give it to me, babe!!!  Fuck me 'til I
scream!!!  OOOOOoohhhhh, godddddd, yessssssssssss!"

He hadn't said a word, but he was making all sorts of moans
and grunts as he slammed his ass in between my legs and
drove that piledriver into my ass!!  It sounded like a steam
locomotive gone wild!!  You could hear the sound of flesh
slapping on flesh as the front of his thighs slammed into
the bottom of my ass cheeks.  This was raw, crude, animal
sex!!!  It was wonderful!!! It was incredible!!!  I just
wanted more and more of his wild, slamming attack.

The wide-rimmed head was pushing and pulling and stretching
and rubbing and driving me crazy on the inside!!  I could
feel every inch of it as it drove its way through the soft,
pink tunnel deep in my guts.  This was a fuck to remember.
".isn't that what I said Tuesday?  Well. this one is even
better!!!" I thought, amazed that I could even think a
coherent thought.

Each time he lunged into me, I threw my ass up to meet his
ravaging, brute force.  My moan was now a high-pitched wail
as he battered me more and more and more.  His grunts were
beginning to sound more like the trumpeting of a bull
elephant in a stampede.  Thank goodness he was in a separate
house and not in an apartment!  If it had been the latter,
I'm sure the neighbors would have heard us and probably
called the cops thinking someone was being murdered!!

I've made some noises in the past in lovemaking, but this
was a new record!!  And the sounds were arousing us both to
even higher levels of excitement as we joined in such
incredible mutual forces.  He pounded.  I lifted and
twisted.  He slammed.  I fought to pull him deeper.  His
hands were now under my shoulders and mine were digging into
the wonderfully formed muscles of his back.  My feet were
high in the air, turned heel-to-heel, kicking and waving
wildly.  I was getting the fuck of a lifetime!!!  How much
longer could we both -- or either -- last!?!

Then he shouted, "I'M CUMMMINGGGGGG!!!!"  He slammed himself
into me almost splitting me in two, pulled his hands out
from under me, lifted himself up onto his knees and grabbed
me at the tops of my thighs, and then I felt his explode
inside me!!!!!  "Aaaarrrnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" was the only
sound I heard as sweat poured off his face and dripped onto
my upraised stomach.  I could feel the volumes of heavy,
white, creamy jizm as it shot . round after round . deep
into my entrails.  As it did, I felt my own red-hot, swollen
tipped, hammer convulse and spew its contents onto my chest
and face.

Each time my cock jerked and spit, I felt my sphincter
tighten around the hard, cream-filled tube imbedded in it.
Then it would jerk and swell and loose another mighty round
of baby batter into me.  I wanted it to go on forever!!!
Nothing could ever be the same after that!!  How do you top
perfection!?!  Ooohhhhhh.  What perfection!!!  That just
what it was. perfection!

Then he, just like last time, simply ran out of starch and
flopped down on top of me -- his marvelous joy-giver still
where it had been, although it was starting to soften and
shrink.  I could feel our combined sweat running down my
sides to soak into the sheet and mattress below me.  The
glow as wonderful!  I ran my hands up and down his
perspiration slicked back.  I could feel the strain-hardened
muscles as they relaxed and softened under my hands.  This
was beyond marvelous!!  It was everything I had ever dreamed
of.

BANG! BANG! RING! RING! My warning bells all began to go off
at once.  "Be careful, Peter," they were saying.  "Don't
confuse good sex with love.  Don't go stepping into your
'worst nightmare'.  Keep it level.  This is not going to go
any further.  You can't . you won't let it. "  I knew right
then that this would have to be the last time I saw Hank.  I
couldn't let it become an emotional attachment -- not and
maintain any semblance of reasonable thought.  I couldn't
let it become a risk to my 'other life' (my marriage, my
kids, .).  .but I also wasn't going to jump up and run . not
quite yet.  I was going to let it last as long as possible
and have something beautiful to remember.

We lay like that -- him on top of me -- for about five or
ten minutes before he lifted his head and, inching upward,
kissed me softly yet passionately.  As we kissed, I felt his
soft manhood begin to rise between us.  It had been
completely deflated and slipped out of me as he moved to
kiss me, yet now it was starting to raise its head
acknowledging the erotic passion that began to flow into
both of us from our lips.

Our tongues met and began to do battle between our mouths
and our bodies began to move in rhythm against each other,
once again starting our engines of lust and power.
"MMMmmmmmmmm," he hummed against my lips.
"MMMmmmmmmmmmmmm," I responded and ground my lips against
his, twisting my head to rub and magnify the feelings of his
lips against mine.  I could feel my own joyrod start to
thicken and press upward into his abdomen.  The load of jizm
I had released earlier was slick between us and we were able
to slide back and forth on and under each other.  I could
feel the head of his again rampant cock as it slid in and
out of its sheat between us, its smooth velvety surface
pushing into then over my navel.

"Roll over," he whispered.  He lifted himself up off me on
his hands and toes and I did as instructed, turning under
him onto my stomach and presenting my back and backside to
him.  He moved his knees inside mine and I spread my legs to
give him entry.  I could feel the rubbery head of his now
very rigid staff as it poked and prodded into my crack,
searching for the little, warm spot that marked the entryway
back into my again hungry fuck chute.

As it came on target, I lifted my ass to meet him and felt
the head slip through the somewhat loose sphincter.  Slowly
he lowered himself all the way onto and into me.  It was
nothing as incredibly exciting as before, but it still felt
wonderful!!

Slowly he fucked my ass, working his eight inches in and
out.far out, keeping just the head inside.then all the way
back in.  Slow and deep this time.  I could feel my body
head rising and knew he could feel it with his deep gauge
thermometer.  Little by little his pace began to increase
and his breathing became more labored and ragged.
In..Out..In..Out.stopping every once in a while to gyrate
his ass and stir my insides with his hot, skin covered
spoon.  Faster and faster he began to drill into me.  I was
bouncing on the mattress, lifting and shoving my ass back to
him on each of his thrusts so that we were both being ridden
in our own way.

Suddenly he grabbed under me just at the top of my thighs
and lifted my ass into the air.  At the same time he raised
up on his knees and holding tightly he began to slam into me
with the fierceness I recognized as a man about to fire a
massive load of hot, pearly-white ropes of cum into my
ass!!!  And fire he did!!!  I felt it as cup after cup of
his juicy fluid was added to the quarts that were already
inside me.  I was amazed at how much he could shoot so soon
after that previous world-record-holder!!  I just lay there,
my face in the pillow and my ass in the air as he filled me
with his wonderful hot batter.

When he stopped pounding and stirring, I slowly slid my
knees down and allowed him to fall onto my back and lie
there, his once again softening member still gripped tightly
and held inside me by my voluntarily contracted sphincter.
I just wanted to keep feeling him inside me.

Slowly he pulled me onto my side so that we were lying there
spoon-fashioned.  As his breathing became more regular, it
also became more deep, and I knew that he was now sleeping.
...   and that's how I got here.   It was a wonderful two
days with him, but this was going to be the end.    I still
didn't know exactly how I was going to do it, but I knew I
had to .. And that I would before I left tonight.  .but for
then next half-hour, I was going to just enjoy feeling him
behind me and the strength in his arm around me.  I would
miss it terribly..and maybe sometime in the future I would
see if he still wanted to see me again -- but on a one-time
or once-in-a-great-while basis only.    I can't love you
Hank, as much as I wish I could...

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