Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:31:09 -0800 (PST)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Very Good Day Pt. 3

A Very Good Day Pt 3
I'm enrolled in Sex Ed 101


All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you, so move to a more sensible place, log back on to Nifty
and read it there. I hope you enjoy the story. By the way, this story is
true, the sex happened, but be smarter than we were--play safe.

I awoke with a start--where am I--ha, yeah, I'm okay--Consciousness broke
and I knew where I was, what had happened and that I was HUNGRY. I glanced
around; Dobbs was nowhere to be seen. I got up; my ass, my right hand and
my neck where sore and stiff, my crotch muscles felt like someone had tried
to pull me apart like a wish bone. All at once I felt grungy all
over--before I get something to eat--shower. I padded bare-assed into the
bath off the bedroom and turned on the shower--I made sure that there was a
dry towel available--and hopped in. I took my time and let the hot water
pound all over me, soaped up and scrubbed down twice, rinsed off and
stepped out of the shower. I buffed myself off with the towel and was
shocked by my image in the mirror; scratches, bruises, bite marks and
scrapes nearly everywhere, and strawberries on both upper thighs and both
knees; I found out love hurts--literally! I found Dobbs' aloe lotion and
applied it, gingerly and liberally, everywhere I could reach, including my
thoroughly fucked ass hole. I wrapped myself in the towel and returned to
the bedroom--I couldn't bear the thought of putting anything snug over my
skin, so my clothes were out--I saw a basket of clean folded clothes and
snagged a pair of gray knit running shorts and an oversized t-shirt out of
it and put the shorts on commando and pulled the shirt over my head and let
it flow down my sex battered body. I glanced at the clock, it was noon; I'd
slept a little over five hours but hadn't eaten for eighteen hours. I was
ravenous; I headed for the kitchen and pounced at the fridge--yoghurt with
berries mixed with cheerios and banana and a quart and a half of orange
juice--and I felt much more human. It finally dawned on me then that Dobbs
was nowhere in the apartment.

I looked out the front at the parking lot, and saw my beloved Jeepster, but
Dobbs had apparently driven somewhere `cause his car was not where it had
been. I debated, briefly, should I stay and wait for him and probably have
sex again (and again and again), or go home to clean clothes and my bed and
not much else. Well, duh? I started picking up around the place--dirty
clothes and sheets into the wash--laundry machines in the back bath--made
the bed with fresh linen, did the dishes and put them away, then took stock
of cupboards and fridge to see what there was to put together for a hot
meal. I was about to plan out a menu when the front door opened and in
walked the hottest man on two legs--Dobbs quickly shucked off his coat and
shoes and strode purposefully across the room toward me in the kitchen. I
said, "Hi".

"I'm horny," was his only response. He swept up behind me, pressed close
and ground his already hardening dick into my round, firm ass. He grabbed
the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it off over my head and pushed the shorts
I wore down and off. He took a step back turned me around and pushed me to
my knees, all in the same motion. He then flipped his iron pipe out of the
track pants he wore and swiped it twice across my face, then stuffed it
into my waiting willing mouth, his track pants slid down his legs, puddled
at his feet, where he kicked them away. He let me lick and slurp at his
massive meat for a short while then took hold of my head, and easily at
first, began to fuck into my throat; soon it was a full on skull fuck--I
gagged and had to turn my head to avoid puking a couple of times. Then he
pulled me to my feet, turned me around and pushed me across the center
counter, grabbed my right leg and pushed my knee onto the counter also. He
then spit into his, lubed his ramming staff with it, located my (luckily
well lubed) point of entry, and slid balls deep into it in one easy thrust,
and started fucking. I started yowling like a cat in heat as his magic wand
rubbed and messaged all the right spots inside me. He leaned across my back
and began kissing, licking and biting the spot where my neck and shoulder
met; I reached up, grabbed his head and mashed his face harder against my
skin--he bit harder in response--with my other hand I found my iron hard
dick, and stroked myself to the edge and backed off. Dobbs pounded away at
my ass until my prostate was an innervated mass of pleasure--he started
pumping faster and faster; I took that as a signal he was getting close; I
stroked faster and started spewing cum across the cabinets just as Dobbs
yanked me from the counter to the floor and jammed his dick into my mouth
just as he unleashed a tidal wave of sperm. The first few shots blasted
straight to the back of my throat, then his dick pumped cum onto my waiting
tongue--I swallowed and started cleaning his spasming dick. He puffed and
gulped air above me, leaning heavily against the counter.

"Damn boy; that was good!" he puffed as he reached down and pulled me to my
feet. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting the lingering traces of
his own nut. I devoured his mouth in return and pressed myself against
him--his dick was returning to fully hard, and so was mine!--I gripped his
granite hard ass and ground our crotches together. Without a word and still
swapping spit with me, Dobbs picked me up and carried me back to the
bedroom, where he tossed me on the bed and pounced on me like a black cat
on a lab mouse. He started biting my neck and I melted and then with a
surge of aggression I'd never experienced before, I pulled his face back to
mine, kissed him so hard that his lip bled, then stood on the bed and
shoved my dick into his mouth--he resisted mildly, then deep throated my
dick and started sucking me like a pro. He then started licking like my
dick was a lollypop; then took my sack into his mouth, I twitched like I'd
been shocked; he then licked lower, below my balls, between my legs; drew
back, picked me up and spun me around to face the wall and began to give my
fuck hole the tongue reaming of its life. It felt so good my knees got
wobbly; he held my ass to his face like it was an oversized melon, and
continued to slurp and lap, suck and probe my hole like a starving man at a
feast; I did nothing but purr and coo nonsensical syllables of
encouragement at last he was sated and turned me back around and returned
to licking my lolly. After while, I pulled back and pushed him onto his
back; I followed him down and again attacked his mouth--our tongues
wrestled and I tried to suck his out of his mouth--then I started to
slither down his body, nipping, biting, licking and sucking all the way. I
tortured both nipples and his navel, and then I went to work on his very
hard dick. I licked, sucked and gently nibbled at this magnificence in
flesh--I gagged myself repeatedly as I got as much of it down my throat as
I could--then, as I rested, I started nibbling and licking at his inner
thighs, making him babble and coo like the spirit was on him.

All at once, I grabbed his legs and rolled Dobbs up onto his shoulders, and
I dove tongue first into his tight pucker; I kept at it until he pushed my
head away and me back and rolled to his feet. Once again he shoved his dick
into my mouth and started to face fuck me like the little slut I had fast
become. After a about three minutes of intense skull fucking, he jammed his
cock as deeply into my throat as he could and had a shuddering orgasm down
my throat, pulling back just enough so I could breath and taste the last
few dribbles on the back of my tongue.

Dobbs flopped back onto the bed and lay there panting like a swimmer just
tossed up on a rock. I had sat back on my feet when he pushed me back onto
my back and devoured my surprisingly hard dick; I was on a hair trigger
already, so when he sipped a finger up my bung, I popped like a
firecracker. He collected my nut in his mouth, quickly slid up my body, and
pushed it, along with his tongue, into my mouth that was still tingling
with his nut too. I tasted my own nut and eagerly swallowed. Although
winded, Dobbs continued to lay lip lock on me. I responded, equally
languid. He then broke our kiss and lay down beside me. I turned my head to
regard him as he lay there; he returned my gaze. I finally broke the gaze,
got up and went into the bathroom, relieved myself--Dobbs got up to do the
same as I returned to the room--I pulled on my jeans, sans underwear, went
out to the living room, slid my bare feet into his boots and shrugged my
bare upper body into his jacket and went down to my car. It was freakin'
freezin' out, so I went down the three outside flights of stairs as quickly
as I dared. I got down to the parking lot, unlocked my old Jeepster and
cranked it up--she popped right off like a champ--and I let it warm up over
about five minutes as I rummaged through my gear and got my shaving kit. I
sat and let my teeth chatter as the engine reached operating temp, then I
idled it down, shut it off and locked it up. I bounded back up the stairs
into the warmth of Dobbs' apartment and, soon I hoped, his bed.

I heard the shower in the front bed room running as I entered and slipped
off his boots and hung up his jacket. I went back to Dobbs's bedroom and
went into the bath and broke out my shaving kit--I shaved and brushed my
teeth--I heard the shower still running as I packed up my kit. I stepped
back into the bedroom, and checked my phone, two non important messages, I
glanced at the time; quarter past five, it was already twilight outside; I
yawned hugely and lay down on the bed to wait and see what would happen
next. I must have drifted off to sleep because I woke to Dobbs pulling my
jeans off and rolling me under the covers. He spooned up behind me.

"I went to the VA clinic this morning and talked to a shrink about what
happened. She wants me to come in for a full eval as soon as I can. I want
you to come with me . . ."

"I'll do whatever you need me to--as long as you fuck me silly instead of
tryin' to kill me--I'm wi' chu homey."

He nuzzled at my neck, and I felt his dick begin to stir; "How `bout I fuck
you silly, then fuck you back sensible? You like that?"

"I like that," I responded, "I'm very eager for the process to begin."

"You like me fuckin' you, donchu."  "No," I responded, "I like vanilla Ice
cream with fresh peach cobbler; I like to drift down the river in summer in
a rubber boat."

"What `r' you talkin' about?!"

"I like stuff like that, but I don't like you fucking me, I looove you
fucking me."

"Oh. Then Ima fuck you, an' do it good, but now I'm gonna make love to
you."

He gently resumed nuzzling my neck . . .

I'll be posting the next segment in about a week (give or take) and I'll
try to post every couple weeks `til I complete the three story arcs I have
running (Danny and Me, in Adult Youth Feb 21, and The Little Ghost, in
Military, Encounters and Interracial at this time posted Feb 18) Thanks for
reading.

As always, questions, comments and criticism are welcome send them to John
at thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com Hope I hear from you soon. John