Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2009 08:47:02 +0000
From: Locutus of Borg <resistanceisfutile@hotmail.com>
Subject: Getting Me Into You

This is fiction.  It is imagined.  It is male to male bare-back sex.  Move
on if this offends.  Cut it, paste it, steal it for all I care.  It is
original work from my mind for your eyes.  I give it away.  I remain a
ghost and I am over 21 years of age.

______________________

**blog starts**

Dear blog,

I have always enjoyed a walk down at the docks along the boardwalk and the
surrounding parks.  Two reasons mainly. The water and the greenery.  Ok!
There is another attraction. The boy was there again this weekend.

Well proportioned young man, teenager, fit, pug hunk. Such a firm chest,
flat six-pack and solid body.  It's been three weeks since first I spotted
him.  Sitting on the dockside looking casual.  But I am a watcher of
people.  He was scanning the passing trade of twinks, gym queens and
joggers along with the boat owners coming and going.

His fitness seems natural and probably aided by his strenuous sailing /
boating efforts.  Muscular, nice height and body proportions.  Super short
hair. Bright eyes and a package that is constantly bulging in his boardies.
I have a need for his cock in my mouth and hopefully to allow me to
penetrate his firm round set of buns.

His arse is majestic.  I like arse and have the equipment to fill it well
in length and thickness.  Not boasting, just a fact. My old man gave me a
weapon of bigger proportions than most.  Thanks, Dad.  I have learned to
use it well for my pleasure and those who can take my cock in them for a
good fuck.

I am back at the docks and parklands because my target did well here last
time. He scored a fit guy about early twenties and pleasured him well.  I
hope today is my turn.

I saw the nice runabout pull into the dock and the tanned occupant in
Speedos lithely step onto the dock close to 'he who I'd like to meat'.
There was some casual talk exchanged. Furtive looks around. Standing in
each others personal space.  Questions and answers.  A nod.  A short walk
to his bigger boat.  They swing on board. No-one notices except me 'the
Watcher' with my snake of a cock barely in check.

Two fit virile youths go below decks and out of sight.  Can it get close?
Can I hear?  Can I see movement?  Can I hold in my forming erection given
my size?  I too wear Speedos but under my board shorts for safety sake.
When excited I get too big and it shows. If the head gets free the tube
follows.

I casually walk towards the boat and sit on a bollard near a porthole.  No
one notices.  Just a guy at the docks.  A guy with a growing hard-on for
two others below-decks.  The afternoon sun is behind me and lighting the
cabin interior through the opposite port-holes.  Am I a pervert?  Damn
right I am.

All I can see is a chair arm and cushion through my spy port-hole.

What can I do today to get below deck with him?  I scan the passing crowd
of talent and drift off from my sexual plotting. The hot sun frys my skin
to the next shade of deep rich tan and makes the line between tan and
protected white skin more pronounced.  I like the two-tone effect of tan
and hidden skin.  A border of exchange that exposes that part of a man that
holds his secrets - to the front a cock and to the back a hiding place for
cocks.  It frames my cock and arse like a white flash of paint on a dark
background.

I am day-dreaming something awful about my own body.  My erotic feelings
for him swell my cock.  Oh! that I could have taken him when first I lusted
for his man-meat.  But back on that day of days he had someone else on his
cocks head.

'Hi, been watching you.'

I nearly shit myself.  Here is my cocks desire standing close to my knee.
He is only in Speedos.  Skin wet with oil and smiling deeply into me.

'Like a beer?'

'Sure!'

'Let's go aboard my boat.  You know the one.'

'Do I?

'Sure you do.'

He swings over onto the deck.  Holds out an arm in support.  Our mutually
strong fingers clamp each others arms and I come aboard.  We are standing
close and he looks into my eyes, a smile broadens on his wonderful face and
he leans forward.  I want to bite his lips and lick his face.

'Give me a minute to get the beers.'

'Thanks.'

Time drags.  My crotch expands and I shift it for comfort. Be patient my
aggressive pet.  You will be unleashed in time to enter and splash your hot
fire up and into him when I say so.

No-one returns.

'Hello?'

'Come down.'

The stairs are short and the ceiling low so I have my head down for safety.
What I see when I look up makes my snake stretch and weep its slippery
slimy drop-lets.

Tom as I later learn his name is nude and offering me his superb round bums
by leaning on the very chair that I saw him fuck last week's conquest.

As I stared into the port-hole the week before, I saw legs together and
thighs touching.  An embrace.  Then a hard erect youg penis sticking out to
the side trapped between two fit young bodies. I imagined tongues and lips
sucking face.  Fingers pinching nipples and hands squeezing arse.

Back then, I recall that as I settled in for the show on offer. My cock
stuck out of the side of my Speedos inside my boardies and leaked its
private lube down my leg. Slowly, I wiped the leakage off my muscles and
slipped a finger into my mouth for a quiet taste of a familar lucious
liquid.  Best quality pre-come I had ever dribbled out of my cock's snake
eye.

I looked up.  A face appeared at the port-hole.  It is the boy from the
runabout.  Looking straight at me as my finger leaves my mouth with a
strand of pre-cum still attached to my tongue and finger tip.

Words were being formed on the teen face but the background noise of water,
boat squeeks and general crowd noise made hearing what he was saying
impossible. I concentrated on his lips and I recognised the words.  Shit, I
have screamed them often enough when a good young full cock slides into me.

'Fuck me.' 'FUCK me.'  'FUUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKKK ME!'

His expression is one of pain, then joy as my targets cock obviously fills
his insides with its volume of young horny meat.

A hand partially covers the port-hole for support and the face bounces
forward and back in unison with the tube of youthful hardness that is
thrust in and out of his young rear hole.  His eyes snap shut in pleasure
and pop open when an extra deep thrust of hard cock drives in that bit
extra depth.

I knew the feeling.  Overwhelming pleasure as the walnut is massgaed, all
space up inside is filled with the object of desire - a young, hard, virile
and fully loaded teen cock. The recollection of being well dicked
overwhelms me.

He is almost weeping with ecstacy.  Penetrated on a hard cock with an
expectation of cumming to release the sexual pleasure then to receive shots
of spermy deposit up inside.

He bites his lower lip and his eyes seem to begged me to both save him and
to make it even better.  I desperately wanted to stick my own tube of cock
meat into his mouth and cum on his face.

His neck muscles strain.  Veins stand out and his eyes round and push out.
He pushes back some and I see his hand grasp a good sized cock between his
own legs.  Enormously hard, purple and full of his sperm.  He jerked his
whole body and arched upwards while driving his cock into an unseen lovers
rear.  The face of youth sexually screaming to be fucked is replaced by
spurts of hot thick boy semen across the port-hole.  He comes for himslef
and me as his very private audience.

I moan deeply and came in my board shorts.  Thankfully the spurts of cum
are held back by the fabric.  A patch of wetness spreads and the flood runs
away down my leg.

I nearly topple over with the strength of my orgasm.  One hand stems the
dribble flow of my cream and the other, through much practice crushes my
right nipple to prolong the exquisite joy of coming and releasing my cummy
load in public.

The face appears again.  Almost in tears through the stripes of cum running
down the round glass. I formed words and mouthed to him ...

'I came too.'

'Fuck.'  Came the reply.

I expected no more show, only to be presented with a bare back bent further
into the chair, head down.  I was literally so colose that my desires jets
of hot cum could be seen clearly through the cummy port-hole as they
striped the kids strong muscular back.  Ejaculate splashes across his
tanned skin.  Hot alive cum flows freely over him.  Such a load.  I was
impressed.

The wet patch in my baords spreads and the runny cum slowly flows further
down my leg.  Shit, who could see? I look for what to do.  A beach shower
is a little way off.  It is free and everyone seemed to be looking other
way.

A quick sprint over, turn it on and all wet allover hides the mark but sets
the cum.  The shock of cold a real pleasure on my throbbing hot trapped
cock.  I bent over to wipe off my cum.  Big mistake.  The cold and the
freshness of the sperm formed into super sticky little balls of waxy cum we
all know can happen if you don't let cum sit for a while and melt.

I looked back to the boat only to see the fuckee step into his runabout,
adjust his speedos as he sits on those freshly fucked buns and slowly
commence his run back across the harbour. I imagine his butt filled with
live sperm swimming up to his balls and combining with his next load so as
to survive and make his next shot of cum a combined effort.

My mind flashes to the present.  Where is my lusty target?  I see no trace
of him as I receive no reply to my call below decks that is until I focus
and look into the below-decks cabin.

'Don't wait.  Just get that huge cock of yours out and screw me. I'm lubed
up and ready.  I need giant cock and to blow my load.'

I fumble my shorts off and stroke my snake into that last 5% of steel
hardness. His arse is glistening with KY.  His hands open his cheeks.  A
pink hole winks at me and I step forward to fucking service his need. As I
press my mushroom cock head into his young hole I could feel strong muscles
release to let me into his most private rear.

I close my eyes and recalled those sweet lips up on deck not minutes ago
and my desire for his face on mine as I pump him.  I have learned that if I
can get my mushroom cock head in then the tube of hard penis that follows
usually fits the arse being fucked. It sometimes takes effort to relax
enough and to be patience for my ample tube of youthful hardness to be
accommodated.  Inch after inch of cock slides in and fills his rearchamber.

We settled into a push in, push back routine easily.  Both experienced at
driving in a cock and squeezing a hard and primed cock with arse muscle.
His technique sucks and masturbates me with expert precision.

Neither of us are going to last any real time before ejaculation overtakes
us and we orgasm to mutually release a flood of hot young cum.  Me into him
and he over the chair.

'I'm about to fill you.  Fuck squeeze my cock.'

'Cum in me.'  'I want your deposit with me all day.'

The squeezing of his strong arse muscles brings we on to blow him full of
cum.

'Filling your arse with my juice.'

I blow my load.  Hot jets of ejaculate fill him, squished out around my
piston.  A white froth ring swells as I slid in and out between squirts.  A
final deep thrust and I stay imbedded in him.  Long inches of cock swell
sideways and jam my erection inside him like a dog's knot.  I feel
powerful, virile and in command as my sperm squirts inside him.

His arse muscles squeeze and caress me to the point where I feel him tense.
I imaging his productive sperm factories shrink into their ball sack in
preparation for ejaculation.  Powerful internal forces build to jet his hot
young cum mix from his dick slit.

'I want to spray you. Pull out and kneel.'

My softening penis slides out, Wet, shiny, white froth and leaking pure
maleness from the tip back into his arse.  Still partially solid, full of
energy and leaking cum.  My deposited semenal flow runs out of his hole
which refused to close.  Stretched open to receive my cock it releases my
white flood down his legs.

He stands and turns jerking his hard swollen cock with one hand while
stretching his ample ball sack down to prolong his cumming.

I kneel and reach up to clamp strong fingers onto his nipples.

'Tell me when.'

He knew my soft pulling would turn into a hard squeeze when he starts to
spurt.  Adding blissful pain to the agony of a male orgasm.

'Now.  Oh, fucking shit - I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmming. Now.'

I've has a lot of spunk spray onto me since puberty took me to gayland.
This guy was exceptional.  The flood of his hot thick cum just shot in
tangled ropes.  Pulsing like tentacles of osmething struggling to take hold
and breed as his stomach and genital muscles ejected his most valuable
product over me.

Through the jets of cum being forcefully pumped over my tits, shoulders and
face, my young sex partners physique towered over me.  His chunky muscular
body shone with perspiration from our sex in the confined cabin, our
rutting fervour and the suns heat on the hull.  A hot box of steamy male
sex.

His face showed the strain of his orgasm.  Teeth clenched and neck bulging
and his vein bustingly hard tube of cock directed his precious swimming
liquid across me.

My own cock flexed with new life as its master was wetted with our sexual
partners cum.  My hands wiped his ejaculate over me.  I spread his sperm
over my torso.  The rick strong aroma of maleness filled my nostrils.  It
was hot, rich and so fucking much of a load.  I was wet with sticky solid
globs of spermy cum.  The glue gathered in my fingers and I sucked him off
each digit.

He smiled, beaming down at me with a handsome face and stepped forward
offering me his slick cummy tool as a reward.

My mouth and throat opened and he slide it across my tongue.  My slimy
hands gripped his bums and thrust his cock into my throat as far as I could
take it.  I wiped his cum from my face on his pubes.  He remained hard and
I knew it was going to be my turn to spread my cheeks across the chair
shortly and receive him into me.

My arse twitched in anticipation of his cock being forced inside me for
male pleasure.  I love being fucked by a real man with a solid sized tool
and he was both. I knew the bus trip home would also be an experience for
the other summer passengers.

Hot themselves from a day at the docks.  Sweaty, oil, beer breath, bodies
on a bus with something else in the air.  A smell of man sex.  I had no
intention of showering off my boys cum, instead wearing it proudly as a
sign of my appreciation of his sex with me.  I also hoped that I could
close my arse after he fucked me.  That way I could keep his second shot of
sperm inside me for as long as possible.

It was a good day at the docks.  I had a new friend.  And, he had had me.

Anon.

**blog ends**