Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2002 21:46:01 -0500 From: tom xx Subject: My First IML: Part 2 My First IML: Part 2 (Daddy's Boys) by Tom jockwriter@hotmail.com c. 2002 The muscleboy helped me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Leaning against the back wall of the bathroom, I was still in a daze as I watched him busily arrange the room. He adjusted the temperature of the water and laid out a towel. He then lined up soap and shampoo along the edge of the tub. He placed a razor and shaving cream on the bathroom counter. Finally, turning around, he invited me into the healing waters. I took a step forward and my knees buckled. The muscleboy caught me before I fell, and propping me under the shoulder, he slowly guided me towards the shower. I noticed for the first time we were the same height and had practically the same build. "What's your name?" I asked, expending the last of the little energy I had. "John," he said in a voice that was far deeper and more powerful than I expected. "Tom," I said without being asked. We both stepped into the shower and let the water pound against our skins for a moment. The warm water washed away the sweat and dry cum and seemed to rejuvenate my body. My leg muscles sprang back to life, and I was able to stand on my own. Sensing the change, John let go of me and started gently soaping my arms and back. His hands caressed my ass and very tentatively probed between my cheeks. I leaned against the wall and let his strong hands explore my body. As I stood there leaning with my head against the wall, he reached over to the counter and grabbed the shaving cream. Soon, my backside was all lathered up. With the skill of an expert barber, he quickly shaved off what little hair I had on my back, ass and legs. He then reached around to my front and lathered up my chest and stomach. I watched his strong hands as he moved the blade over my body. His movements were sensual, almost erotic. My skin became more sensitive, more alive, with each stroke. He used his free hand to wipe away the excess shaving cream and to massage the freshly exposed skin. Soon, all the little hairs were gone from my chest and arms and formed a little puddle of hair, cream and water at my feet. John then ran his cheek over each area that he shaved, confirming that there was not one hair left and that my skin was now perfectly smooth. Grabbing the soap, he again lathered up my body. His hands seemed to worship each of my muscles, following the cuts between each sinew and tendon, stopping to feel the weight of each muscle, squeezing whenever I flexed. He playfully grabbed my nipples, lightly twisting each one, but then moving quickly on to other areas of my body. He lifted my pecs and I let them bounce down for his amusement. I flexed my tricep and he traced the outline of the horseshoe-shaped muscle with his fingers. He ran his hand along my abs like he was doing laundry and we both smiled at the thought. His hands seemed to focus on my newly shaved ass, returning to it time and time again. Each time, he got more daring as he explored the area between my asscheecks. "You'll want to be clean inside and out for Daddy Hank," John whispered into my ear as he slipped a soapy finger into my hole. My cock sprang back to life as John gently massaged my prostate. He slipped in a second finger, and I braced myself against the shower wall. He added a third and I was amazed at how quickly my hole opened to accommodate him. He slowly and gently moved his fingers in and out causing me to moan softly. He continued his prostate massage and my balls pulled up tight against my body. My cock jerked and a drop of pre-cum dripped out, stretching from my cock down to the shower floor. Then, without warning, my cock shot out three quick bursts of cum against the wall. The white spunk stayed there for only a moment before the shower washed it down the drain. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of my hole. My dick stayed hard. I turned to face the muscleboy. I reached down and grabbed one of his meaty butt cheeks. His ass was perfect: round from years of heavy squats at the gym, muscular and firm and yet soft to the touch, smooth and hairless. My cock jumped as I explored the area between his cheeks. "You should be clean inside and out for Daddy Hank also," I said grabbing the soap from him. I pushed my own soapy finger into his hole and couldn't believe how tight it was. I gently worked my finger in and out of his ass until I was deep enough to reach his prostate. As I massaged his prostate, he clamped down on me even tighter. For a while, I couldn't move my finger. Gradually, I was able to work my finger out of his hole and back in again. I began to doubt he could ever take Daddy Hank's monstrous dick. I was sure it wasn't possible to be that tight after one of Daddy Hank's reamings. I wanted to know whether his ass could even open up wide enough to be fucked. "I should do this right or we might get Daddy Hank upset," I said with an evil grin and spun him around. I got a closer look at his ass, and my dick started to leak pre-cum. I pushed my finger in as far as it would go, and his assring seemed to relax a bit. Encouraged by this, I buried another finger in ass. "I won't get you clean deep enough for Daddy Hank's monster dick using only my fingers," I said. Jerking my fingers out of his ass, I soaped up my dick. I pressed the head of my cock against his asshole, and it opened up and sucked me in. His ass was incredibly tight, but my dick didn't seem to cause him any discomfort. I plunged all 8.5" of my dick deep into his ass. John barely flinched. His assmuscles held me tight and I couldn't move. It was then that I realized that this muscleboy was in control of every muscle in his ass and, for the moment, he was in control of me. He held me there in his ass for a while while I tried to pull out. I grabbed his nipples to use as leverage, mercilessly twisting and pulling at them, hoping it would loosen up his hole. It didn't work. "Loosen up that ass, boy, so I can fuck the cum right out of you," I growled into his ear. His cock responded by jerking up and his ass released its hold on my dick. Grabbing his asscheeks and spreading them wide, I pulled all the way out and plunged back in. John groaned loudly. He then braced himself against the shower wall and started furiously stroking his fat dick. I slapped his hand away from his dick and, taking his hands in mine, pinned him up against the wall. "No, boy! I said I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you!" I pulled out again and shoved back in so powerfully that his head bumped up against the wall. John moaned even louder. I repeatedly fucked in and out of his ass. "How do you like it, boy?" "Yeah, fuck me." "You want it harder?" "Yeah, harder. Please fuck me." I brutally tore into his ass. His big 9" dick flopped around, slapping his legs and stomach. "You gonna scream for me, boy, when you come? Let out a nice big scream when you start shooting that white stuff? Hungh? Can you do that for me, boy?" He answered back a garbled "yes." I let go of his hands and grabbed his nips. I pulled down with all my strength. John's body went rigid and every one of his muscles flexed. He made a low guttural sound that turned into a scream. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I kept banging his butt, never letting up for a moment. He tried to grab his big dick, but I quickly snatched his hands and pinned them back against the wall again. His dick got bright red, seemed to grow an inch in size, and then finally started spraying cum all over the wall. He let out an unintelligible scream. I kept forcing my dick in and out of his hole as his ass clenched and grabbed at my dick with each burst of cum shooting from his cock. Finally, I pulled out and spun him around. His cock was still shooting cum as I forced him to his knees. I stroked my cock a couple of times before shooting my load all over his face. The first shot sprayed on to his right cheek. I quickly moved over to make certain that the next shot hit him on his left cheek. Then, I let shot fly on to his nose and slide down to his mouth and chin. "Fuck yeah, boy! Fuckin' take my cum!" My last shot hit him in the forehead. Using the head of my dick, I spread my cum to the areas of his face that I had missed. Cum dripped from his face down to his chest and on to the shower floor. His face was covered in my cum. "Are you boys finished having fun in there?" we heard Daddy Hank calling from the other room. "Hurry up! We gotta get going!" I gave John a sly smile and helped him off of the shower floor.