Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2006 12:09:35 -0700
From: jor69orforg@yahoo.com
Subject: I STILL MISS HIM #4

I STILL MISS HIM #4

By Horny Joe

The new year started off with a number of my regular buddies looking for
some action after the holidays were over. I like a variety of guys to avoid
the monotony of same ol', same ol' repetition. I had some married men who
weren't getting what they wanted from their wives. Others were single
younger men who enjoyed a regular visit and wanted to try something new
each time we met. I had a date later in the month for a session with my
oldest and longest-lasting bud. In between I made contact with some new
surfers just finding the benefits of shopping online.

About mid-month I had a date with a bud who just liked to drop by for a
quick bj after his morning surf workout and before going to work. He was
always appreciative and social--there were even times when we bumped into
one another around town at the post office or grocery store. Before his
arrival I was deleting an accumulation of stuff that had somehow crept in
around my several screens.

As I was just about ready to leave my computer, an IM popped up.

pppxxx: hi joe, u on?

hornyjoe69: hi pat, yeah, I c u r back in town--how was it with your
family?

pppxxx: oh, always a few squabbles, but ok for the most part--how were the
holidays for you?

hornyjoe69: went ok--I like seeing everyone but am glad when I can get back
in my rut

pppxxxx: been getting any?

 

hornyjoe69: some, but nothing 2 write home about

pppxxx: what about some of those old geezers u party with? Anything going
on with them?

hornyjoe69: only see them the last Saturday of the month as a rule, and
then only 4 a program and snacks--guy cumming 2 give us a pitch on new
hearing aids this month--wanna cum along?

pppxxx: no action ever?

hornyjoe69: some of them make a half-hearted pass or act like they'd like 2
b asked out, but nothing that really blows up my skirts--u'd get some
invitations, I'm sure--young hunk wd really wake them up

pppxxx: any chance that u might get one 2 do a 3-way with us?

hornyjoe69: hmmmm--only did one 3-way with a couple in the group--wasn't 2
inspiring, sorry

pppxxx: well ask them and see---might b fun

hornyjoe69: I'll c if I can arouse some interest--b better if I at least
had yr pic 2 show--in the meantime, whats up with u?

pppxxx: been savin up a big load 4 u--havent had any relief 4 so long

hornyjoe69: I just happen 2 have a space in my dance card this afternoon if
u r free then

pppxxx: I could come by after one if that's ok--gotta leave 4 the desert in
the morning

 

hornyjoe69: one works--cum by and we'll c what we can do with that big load

pppxxx: ok c u then, bye

hornyjoe69: bye 4 now

My morning visitor came by and was gone soon. Surfing hadn't been too good,
and he was bummed out by that, so I tried to put a little something extra
into our session. He went away satisfied and I busied myself with my
household tasks as I turned over Pat in my mind. Funny thing. He'd been
saying that he wanted to be extra careful to avoid contacts with someone he
wasn't sure would be `safe'. Something must have happened during his trip
back east over the holidays to get him going.

Along with the usual supplies I included in my guest room, I put out my new
digital camera. If he was serious about attracting someone from my old
farts group, a nice photo of such a hunky young guy would cause more than a
few heads to cum up.

I cleaned up my lunch dishes and started to watch out the window for Pat's
arrival. It passed one, then one-fifteen--I wondered if he'd be a
no-show. Just before one-thirty, his wagon rolled up to the curb, and he
popped out with a springy step. I met him at the door, and he gave me a
quick half wave on his way down the stairs to the guest room.

I followed him, and said," If you are serious about bringing someone else
in, how about my taking a pic to show them?"

"No Pictures!" was his emphatic reply. He was down to his skivvies by then.

I had to hurry to get out of my clothes, and he was stroking his cock
before I was ready.

"I'm gonna give you two loads today," he said. "Been saving this for so
long that it'll take at least two shots to relieve the pressure."

I knelt before him and greedily took his gorgeous dick into my hungry
mouth. It was beginning to firm up immediately. Mine was throbbing
already. I worked on his glans and corona eagerly, and he thrust his pelvis
back and forth to add to the arousal. He stopped me before I had had time
to savor the oozing juice he was pouring out.

"I'm coming if you keep that up," he muttered. "Better get going or it'll
be all over the floor."

I spread the lube on his rod and in my hot hole, bent over the footboard
and positioned myself for his entry. "Oooooooohhhhhh yeahhhhhh!" I
exclaimed. My sphincter was still a little tight, and his rapid entry was
sending some painful foremessages.. "Go slow, man."

Soon his girth had stretched me out and his deep penetration was making me
feel hungry for more. I responded to his thrust with a rearward movement of
my hips, and he reached bottom, his big burgeoning ballsac tightly against
me. He made circles with his pelvis and stirred my gut tantalizingly.

"MMMMMMMmmmmmm," I responded. "Gimme all you have. I want a ton of cum."

He began a series of hard, fast thrusts that sent waves of heat through my
body. It felt as if he was hammering on my heart with his thick prod. I was
torn between a desire for an immediate ejaculation from his gigantic cock
and the prolonging of the pleasant sensations that he was creating as he
stirred my gut at the bottom of each hard thrust. "Cumming," he muttered,
but as if in desperation, he continued to drive deep and hard. He was
making me tremble with his exertion. He continued with his relentless
driving inandout inandout, hurling electric charges through my body as his
swelling prong abraded my walls and my stretched sphincter. I was trying to
milk him with contractions of my hungry hole as he kept ramming into me. I
grasped my raging boner to try and choke off a too-soon eruption. My balls
were screaming with the tension gripping my body.

"Aaaahhh," I moaned. "Feels sooooo good. Empty your nuts in my guts,
man. Gimme a Vesuvius."

His high energy pounding had caused both of us to perspire heavily, and I
could feel his sweat dropping on my back. He wrapped his arms around my
pelvis and pressed his chest against me, our bodies slippery and warm. His
firm trunk felt good against me, and I wished there was something I could
do to stimulate him somehow. I hadn't been humped so energetically in
years.

He changed from his long, full thrusts to short, hard little hits as he
stayed deep inside me, and soon stopped all movement--his balls pressed
firmly against my ass. I felt his convulsions as he gushed gouts of his hot
load inside me. It must have taken ten jolts before he became still. I was
sure that I was flooded with his rusty load. He stood quietly, both of us
savoring the slowly diminishing tension until he withdrew a softening tool.

As he rushed out for the bathroom as was now his standard MO, I reached for
some paper towels to staunch the outpouring of his heavy load. I remained
bent over so as to not pour out a flood of mancum on the carpet. He had
been telling me the truth. This was even more copious than the one from one
of his previous visits. I marveled at his not having gushing wet dreams
when he restrained himself between our visits. That is, to the extent that
he might or might not be truthful about his other depredations. Whatever
the case, he did carry a potent load.

He returned with his soft, pink cock in his hand. "Can't get it up," he
muttered. "Wanna give you another load, but it won't respond."

"Here, let me help," I offered, taking him into my mouth. I tried my best
techniques to arouse his sleeping giant to no avail.

After both our futile efforts, he looked dejected. "Sorry. I was so sure we
could go longer."

Disappointed as I was, I gave him a little grin. "No harm done. Come back
as soon as you can, and we'll finish the job."

He shook his head morosely. "Gonna be out in the desert for a month. We
have house guests coming from Florida." He began slowly pulling on his
clothes, and I regretfully saw his treasures bagged back in the pouch of
his jockeys. I stroked the swelling protrusion tantalizingly, but no
erection returned.

"Well, I'll see what I can do about getting someone to join us next month
then. Think about a way we can set up a firm date. We've always been pretty
catch as catch can, and we'll have to work on that," I replied.

He smiled a tight little grin as he spoke. "Yeah, but we can work out
something."

I felt heartened by his suggestion of flexibility, and we walked up the
stairs, me a couple of steps behind, stroking his tantalizing asscrack and
groping his crotch from behind.

The aura of this session stayed with me the rest of the afternoon.

 

To the reader: Thanks for reading my stories, and especially thanks for
your comments and suggestions. I hope to play out this little drama before
taking up a new theme, unless you prefer more variety in your reading
material. I tend to stay with the tried and true in my real life as well as
my writing unless the cry of `my public' persuades me to bring out a new
theme.

HJ