Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2007 11:30:01 +0930
From: bargo-9@hotmail.com
Subject: TOBAGO MAN

Personally, I love making (perhaps I should say helping?) a really hunky
guy shoot his spunk.  Maybe it is some kind of power thing that I like to
make a guy cum, especially if he is young, well built and has a big load
and really needs the relief that follows approach to ejaculation which is
as long and drawn out as possible.

Maybe it is some kind of fetish that I like to see how a man reacts as I
get him closer and closer to climax, watch the muscles in his body become
more an more tense, feel the hard shaft begin to pulsate, watch the head
begin to swell and then savour the ultimate sight of creamy ribbons of
spunk shooting from the tip.  And the longer I can prolong the lead-up to
that final moment, the greater the pleasure I receive and give.

My liking for that kind of thing probably began when I was 15 when I was
fortunate enough to have met the guy who introduced me to gay sex.  He was
almost twice my age, very experienced and over several months, he had
demonstrated his skill in delivering sexual pleasure to both of us and
taught me how to do the same.  Practical lessons which I value to this day.

He taught me about things I now take for granted, such as cruising, where
it occurred, how to do it safely and recognise a person likely to be gay or
at least in search of gay sex.  Then there was the practical side of sexual
practice, such as how to give head, to judge when a guy was getting close
to climax and how his pleasure might be prolonged by skilful use of tongue
and lips, or simply being patient and doing little other than `keeping him
on the boil'.

He showed me how much more pleasure could be given by deep-throating, the
kind of penis most amenable and the techniques to employ which were
guaranteed to have a man almost convulsing with pleasure while shooting his
sperm down your throat.

I learned half a dozen different ways of stimulating the glans, causing it
to swell and become supersensitive, how to prolong the process before
pleasure became pain, ejaculation might be delayed before an erection went
into irreversible spasm, pumping out gushers of spunk.  Prostate and anal
stimulation, the treatment of nipples and testicles to induce pleasure --
he taught me all I know.

And he taught me well.

One of the earliest things he taught me, to which I have ever since
remained very attracted was the art of how to stimulate a man, bringing him
to the edge and keep him there for as long as possible.  Eliciting his
cries for release and then tipping him over the edge, watching his body
tense, feeling the throb of his erection turn to spasms, followed by the
ecstatic cries of release and final eruption of jets of thick creamy spunk.

It has always given me a feeling of power, as much as pleasure, to be able
to make a man cry out for release from the sexual tension I have generated
in his body by the things I have done to him.  Only twice -- two very
special occasions - have I done this in a way which caused me to actually
ejaculate without anyone touching my own erection.  By the age of 17 it had
become my favourite way of giving sexual pleasure and since I have been
somewhat addicted to it.


Over the years, I have enjoyed the company of many men who, through their
reaction to my hands and mouth, have given me a lot of pleasure.  Some were
young, other older.  Most had strong, well built bodies while some did not.
All had wanted my attentions and given me enjoyment by the sight of their
writhing bodies, their cries for release and the spectacle of spunk jetting
from their cocks.

One of the best experiences of this was with a 27 year old black guy in
Tobago, an island of the West Indies near Trinidad.

On that occasion I was on a visiting ship which was welcomed at the port by
an official welcoming committee and an unofficial one comprising a number
of hustlers and pimps.  They were waiting for us on the waterfront, trying
to get crew members matched with local girls - for a fee of course.  Some
of the crew became their willing clients, while others wanted to take a
more leisurely pace, see the sights, sample a few beers, then enjoy some
sexual relief.

 I was a lusty 22 year old at the time, one of the last off the ship and
definitely ready for a bit of shore leave.  Most of the pimps had departed
with sex starved crew members but one of the few remaining approached me.
He asked if I wanted to relieve my pent-up energy in the company of a
really lovely girl he happened to know would service me in an unforgettable
way?  He seemed genuinely surprised when I told him no thanks.

Instead I made my way to the Port Gate and picked up a taxi.  I asked the
driver if there was a gay bay in town and would he take me there.

`No gay bars in Tobago,' he told me. `but if yo want a man, I know a clean
young guy who would be happy to satisfy yo needs.'  I nodded and he drove
on in silence until we came to a relatively isolated house on the edge of
town, where he stopped.

`Here we are,' he told me.  I got out and he followed me to the front door.


Imagine my surprise when, without knocking, he opened the door and invited
me inside, then closed the door behind me.  He led me to a small, neatly
furnished lounge room.  Without hesitation he turned to face me, responding
to the look of surprise on my face with a broad grin made all the more
dazzling by the contrast of a light chocolate complexion and the whiteness
of his teeth.

He placed his hands on my chest and squeezed my nipples firmly before
lifting my polo shirt upwards and off my torso, then throwing it onto a
nearby chair.  Only then did my slow brain realise that he was the `clean
young guy'.  Only then did I take a closer look at the man who stood before
me, taking off his multi-coloured shirt.

`Don't yo like what yo see?' he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
What I saw was a mature young man with good shoulders, good biceps, nice
hairless pecs and just the hint of a six-pack.

`Yes I do,' I assured him.  `You're very handsome and if I could see more
of you, it would only confirm that you are really beautiful.'

He looked somewhat relieved and smiled, flashing those strong white teeth.
Stepping back a pace, he took off his sandals then slowly undid his belt
and lowered the zipper of his khaki pants.  I stood where I was, staring at
him as he let his pants fall to the floor then stepped out of them.  The
bulge in his light blue under-briefs held me transfixed.

`Name's Joe,' he said hefting his genitals.

`Hi Joe,' I said, raising my eyes to his face.

`No, my name is Kit, the one down below, he's Joe,' he explained.

`Hi Kit,' I said returning his smile.  `You going to introduce me to Joe?'

`Sure, but not before yo show me what yo is hiding.

He took a step towards me and reached out a large strong hand which cupped
my genitals.  Unhesitatingly, my hands moved to my pants, momentarily
fumbled with the clasp, then pulled them down and let them fall to the
floor.  The outline of my semi erect penis was clearly visible through the
white silk thong I was wearing.

`Man, that looks interesting,' he said curling his fingers under the
waistband of my thong and pulling it down over my growing erection.

He let the skimpy piece of cloth fall to the floor.  Now it was my turn to
bare his genitals.  I pulled down his under pants from which the head of
his erection was protruding.  The pants fell to the floor.  His firm
erection remained rigidly erect.

He stood there, justifiably proudly of his body and displaying his
hairless, clean shaved crotch and scrotum holding his large testicles.  His
entire body was exposed to me and its proportions were those of a Greek
statue, even if his musculature was not quite as developed.  But God, he
was nice, a real beauty and judging by the size of his balls, he would have
quite a load of spunk.

`Yo just goin to stand there or can ay interest yo in my bedroom?'  I
nodded and he reached out a hand, the fingers clasped my partly erect penis
and he pulled me after him as he made his way to the bedroom door.  Like
the lounge, it was clean and simply furnished -- a king sized bed covered
in a multi-coloured bedspread over whit sheets, bedside table, chest of
draws and a couple of chairs.  Curtains partly drawn, the natural light
good but subdued.

Placing his hands authoritatively on my shoulders, he pushed me down onto
the bed and then lay down beside me, resting on his side.  One of his
chocolate hands brushed slowly down the centre of my torso, coming to rest
in the bush of ginger public hair just above my stiffening cock.  I could
boast a reasonably well muscled body thanks to me work as a leading hand
and Kit seemed to like the look of me and what he was feeling.

He was feeling my erection which he had coaxed to firmness.  Then he moved
his fingers to that sensitive area between my legs over which he raked with
his fingernails.  This caused me to groan with pleasure and spread my legs
to give him better access.  He lowered his head and kissed me long and
passionately.  My lips parted and I felt his exploring tongue in my mouth.
We tasted each other for some time then, with a little moan from me, when
our lips parted.  He raised his head and looked down at me.

`Are yo going to lie there looking happy?' he asked.  `Or had yo something
else in mind?

`Its good just looking at you,' I told him, raising myself so that I was
leaning on an elbow like him.  Because of his skin color, it was difficult
to tell, but I thought he blushed.  I rolled one of his nipples between
thumb and forefinger and it quickly hardened.  His belly was taught, his
thighs and calf muscles firm.  `Oh, yes,' I thought, `just the kind of man
I want -- and I bet he's loaded.'

`I want your spunk,' I told him as I lowered my hand to fondle his hairless
ball sack.

`And ay want to give it to you,' he assured me.  `Pump yo full of it.'  I
shook my head.

`I want to watch you while you climax and shoot your spunk,' I told him.

`Kinkeee,' he mused.  `And do ay get yo cream?'

`Any way you want.' I offered.

`If yo got a nice load ay want to suck yo off, then later yo can fuck me --
an what yo goin to do with me?'

`I want to suck your cock until you are ready to cum, then I want to jerk
you off nice and slow until you shoot your spunk.  Those big balls of your
must keep you loaded,' I said while I played with his testicles.

`Oh, I got plenty of cream,' he told me.  `Haven't had sex for a couple of
days and it builds up pressure if you know what I mean.'

I knew exactly what he meant and nodded then looked down at the head of his
erection.  A thin thread of clear viscous pre-cum had dripped from the slit
and had now reached my wrist.

`Do you always leak so much?' I asked.  He shook his head.

`Only when ay is lying naked next to a good looking whitey who talks dirty
about wanting my cream.  We gonna have a shower, or yo wanna hop in to it
now?' he asked grinning at me.

`Lets have a quick shower,' I said rising from the bed and noting that my
hard-on had softened a bit.  Kits' erection remained as strong and firm as
ever and hardly moved as he led the way to the shower.

The shower comprised an unenclosed area with taps, a pipe and the largest
shower head I had ever seen.  All were pinned to an un-tiled, concrete wall
and the concrete floor sloped towards a drain.  Soap and towels lay ready
for use.  Kit turned on the water, adjusted it for temperature before
ducking under the spray then beckoned me to join him.

When we were both soaked, I pulled him away from the jetting water, picked
up the soap and began applying it to his body.  I handed the soap to him so
he could do the same to me while I spread the soap over his body.  It was
nice, feeling his hard muscles under his soft soap covered skin.  I wanted
to see those muscles tighten as I got him ever nearer to shooting his
creamy load.

I don't know what he was thinking as his hand vigorously soaped my body but
I do know he got me fully erect again.  I was not sure whether it was the
way he washed the head of my penis or the probing of a large soapy finger
between my buttocks which finally pushed its ways inside me, searching
around for my prostate.  It was nice.  By the time we were rinsed and had
dried each other, we were both sufficiently aroused to be eager to get back
to the bedroom.

He lay on his side on the bedspread and watched as I went to my discarded
pants and pulled from its pockets two velcro cuffs and a length of white
cord.  I returned to the bed.

`I want to put these on you, I told him' and held up the cuffs.  He looked
at them dubiously.

`I aint into bondage.  What yo want me to wear them things for?' he asked
swinging his legs of the bed and sitting up.

I explained what I wanted to do to him and that as sexual tension grew in
his body, he would almost certainly want to gain urgent release by taking
his cock and pumping it.  I wanted to be the one who gave him release.  He
still did not like the idea of being cuffed.  It would put him entirely in
my hands.  I silently thought `True -- and just what I want'.  I held out
the cuffs and told him that he could put them on me and use the cord to tie
them to the head of the bed.

He stood up, I held out my wrists and he cuffed them, then pushed me down
on to the bed before tying the cuffs -- linked by a small chain, to the
bed-head.  He looked at me lying there and grinned.

`Now ay can do what I want with yo,' he declared, `and no one will be any
the wiser.'

`You can,' I told him, `but I trust you not to and, as I told you, I only
want o use them on you so that I can maximise the sexual pleasure I can
give you.  The last thing I would want is do anything which would deprive
you of that pleasure because I get pleasure from watching you and making
you spunk.'

`I could spunk you now, then turn yo over and fuck yo ass,' he told me.  I
nodded agreement.

`Sure, but you would get far more enjoyment letting me do what I have said
I want to do.  And after that you can take my spunk any way you like -- and
tie me up while you're doing it if you like.'  For a minute, I didn't think
I was making any impression on him.  Then to my relief, he nodded opened
the velcro cuffs.  I sat up.

`But yo gotta promise that yo aint doin no more than what yo said.'  I
promised, leaned forward and licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his
flagging penis.  I cupped his balls and at the same time popped the head of
his penis into my mouth, licking it all over and releasing it.

He did not object to this treatment, or when I stood and pushed him back
until he was lying supine on the bed.  Gently, I raised his arms and cuffed
each wrist.  Now I had to gain his trust and confidence.

I lay on top of him so that our bodies and erections were pressed against
each other.  We kissed, exploring each others mouth and taste, then I
licked my way down from his ear to his chest.

I sucked on each of his nipples until they were hard and he was moaning,
then moved lower until my tongue reached his cleanly shaved crotch.  His
moans of pleasure told me he liked what I was doing despite being tied up.
Perhaps being unable unable to move his hands to fend off or modify what I
was doing to him heightened its effect?  It ofen has that effect.

For the time-being, I ignored his erection, my lips eagerly seeking his
testicles.  One at a time I took each of the orbs into my mouth, forcefully
sucking on each until he cried out, letting me know I needed to be more
gentle.

I tongued each one firmly before releasing them and licking around the base
of his shaft.  He boasted a 7 inch hard erection which I intended to make a
lot harder before making his entire body tense with the full force of
climax, just before I made his hot spunk jet from the swollen purple head.

My tongue worked its way up the shaft until it reached the ridge where the
head joins the shaft.  At that point I lowered my warm moist lips over the
head of his cock, slowly taking more and more of it into my mouth, until it
was at the top of my throat and my lips ere almost at the base of his
shaft.  Then I swallowed several times and felt him buck in response to the
action of my throat muscles on the head of his penis.

`Man!' he gasped.  `If yo does that a bit more ay am goin to cum,' he
assured me.  I took his throbbing penis from my mouth and watched as a tiny
but growing pearl of white cum formed at its tip.  I pulled his foreskin
down until the head of his cock was tight and shiny, then rhythmically let
it relax before pulling it tight again.  Kit was a well built man and his
stomach muscles got increasingly tight as his arms pulled forcefully
against the cuffs.

Kits' biceps bulged, his chest heaved and his six pack had clearly become
more defined and was pushing down.  His head was raised, mouth slightly
open as he gazed down towards his crotch.  Clearly, he wanted release but I
was not ready to see him tipped over the edge just yet.  If I was any judge
-- and I was - there was still a way to go.

I slowed the movement of my fingers so that the head of his cock barely
moved in response.  The strength of his erection intensified.  His large
balls had risen towards the underside of his cock, one each side of his
shaft.  The shaft was now very rigid and my fingers detected a slight
pulsing.  I immediately stopped all movement, until the pulsations ceased
an only then did I resume a very slow movement, causing just the slightest
movement of the head.

I immobilised his thighs with my knees and he groaned loudly, begging me to
let him cum, I ignored his pleas and watched as his body began to writhe.
His buttocks quivered, his thigh muscles stood out and his scrotum had
contracted to much that one of his balls had disappeared while the other
was pressed hard against the base of his erection.

`Ay gotta cum ... gotta cum,' he cried out.  His torso quivered.  The iron
like shaft of his erection began softly pulsating again.  He was tipping
over the edge and any second now spunk would begin shooting up the shaft.
The pulsating grew stronger, grew into spasms and I could feel his cream
beneath my fingers, moving relentlessly up the un-bendable shaft.  His head
moved from side to side, eyes closed, mouth open emitting a long and loud
aaaaaahhhhhhh.

Kits, long low moans of pleasure contiued as I coaxed the first of 6
forecefully squirted ribbons of thick white spunk from the swollen,
supersensative head of his cock.  His spread thighs grew tense, his heels
dug into the bed an his body lifted off the bed as the first ribbon of
creamy spunk jetted out.  It curved high in the air and landed on his face.

I held the quivering shaft of his erection firmly while slowly moving the
head I felt it spasm as his spunk continued to pump with increasing
strength up the shaft.  I watched three others pearly ribbons and watched
as they squirted fro the tip of his cock and landed on his chest and
stomach.

My own erection stiffened even more.  It became so hard that it felt like
an unmoving rod of iron and my balls ached with the need for the spunk they
had generated to be released. I lowered my head and took Kits shooting
penis back into my mouth and sucked out the rest of his spunk -- a
surprising amount - until he almost screamed at me to stop.

I raised my head and his already softening member slid from between my
lips.  I looked down at his body now covered in sweat but already beginning
to relax from the tension I had put it through and I smiled at him.  I was
relieved that he smiled back.  Then I looked down to see that my own
erection had lost none of its iron-like firmness and was leaking pre-cum
copiously.  I felt very close to cumming and did what I could to suppress
the urge.

Instead, I bent over Kits' supine form and lapped up the longest ribbon of
pearly white spunk which had fallen on his chocolate skin.  Then I released
him wrists from the cuffs.  He lay where he was, unmoving for several
minutes, while he recovered from his experience.

`Now do you see why I cuffed you?' I asked.  He nodded then pulled my head
towards him.  I lay beside him, holding him, kissing him, then wiping the
rest of his spunk from his body with a towel. We remained lying together
for another five minutes then he got up to lean on his side, propped up by
an elbow.  He looked down at me and looking serious, no smile now, he said:
`Now its my turn.'

I gave only token resistance as he raised one arm, then the other, above my
head and cuffed my wrists.  To my surprise he raised my legs, placing each
on one of his shoulders then spread my ass cheeks.  Surely, I had drained
him?  Was he really going to fuck me? I asked myself.  Kit leaned over me
and took a long chocolate dildo and a tube of KY from a draw of the bedside
table.

He applied the KY to my anus and the dildo, then slowly forced its head
firmly but slowly into me.  The surprise came when he pressed a switch at
the base of the dildo and its head began vibrating.  Kit continued pushing
it into me and I knew what he was doing.

He was searching for my prostate and within a bit more than a minute he had
found it, sending a shock of pleasure to my aching balls and straight up
the shaft of my now failing erection.  The shaft began to harden, the
engorged head began to swell and pre-cum again leaked from its tip.

I moaned with pleasure.  Kit lowered his head over my quivering member and
began tonguing the head, paying particular attention to the underside and
making me moan `oohhh-yeaaaarrr' several times.  But he was not ready to
suck me off just yet.  He raised his head and taking my erection in his
right hand, began masturbating me with long slow strokes.

He may not have been as well taught in the art of man-to-man sexual
enjoyment, but he was undoubtedly experienced and was doing his best to
give me the kind of enjoyment I had given him.  And he was doing quite
well, though I did have to warn him that I was getting close.  He stopped
the long slow stroking of my shaft and once again inserted the head of my
penis in his mouth.

He let the head of my erection rest in his warm moist mouth and with
considerable effort on my part, I managed to control the feeling of
imminent ejaculation.  The urgent need to cum abated, though my erection
remained firm.  After a minute of rest, Kit began sucking on the head of my
penis, slurping loudly and again getting me nearer to shooting my load.

`Getting close,' I told him, some urgency in my voice.  He took no notice.
His tongue slid over the underside of the head of my iron stiff erection.
I felt it begin to pulse.

`Cuuuummming,' I warned him as I felt myself tipping over the edge,
abandoning myself to the increasing ache in my balls, the feeling of spunk
surging around somewhere near the base of my cock, that thing in my ass
prodding at my prostate.

My rigid shaft began to pulse in an uncontrollable way.  My back arched and
rose from the bed.  I could feel the first of my spunk begin to move up its
length, at first slowly, then with increasing speed and force.  I let out a
cry of delight as the first jet of cream exploded into Kits mouth.  He
quickly raised his head away from the spurting head and held my erection
firmly at the base.

We both watched as ribbons of cum jetted from the tip of my penis which
jerked wildly -- I, feeling rather than seeing my cream quirt out in all
directions, Kit with a smile on his lips and a look of satisfaction at
having made me squirm and squirt my spunk.  I squirted most of it out
before he took my cock back into his mouth and noisily sucked out the rest.

His tongue and lips were merciless and I cried out because they were
inflicting more pain than pleasure.  Kit realised this and relented, giving
up is obvious desire to suck me drier.  He bent over me, lowered himself on
to my shuddering body and our lips met.

He pushed his tongue between my lips and the last of the spunk he had
sucked from me slid into my mouth.  I knew its taste and relished its
flavour before swallowing it.  The tension in my body began to ebb despite
being covered by Kits' sweaty torso.  He continued to kiss me, presumably
in the hope of arousing me, but soon realised I was fully spent and needed
time to recover.

What he didn't know was that I recovered quickly.  Almost reluctantly, he
released my wrists and I rewarded him by rolling on to my side. I used my
hands on his body, caressing, pinching, rubbing, as well as licking and
sucking various parts of his body.

I worked slowly and patiently on his body and within 20 minutes he was
beginning to respond.  For my part, I was showing distinct signs of
becoming erect again.  You know what they say: `You can't keep a good man
down' - and I was being very good and getting erect again, though not as
strongly as the first time but stiff enough for me feel I waned to cum
again.

I lay on my back and told Kit what I wanted to him to do.  He grinned and
worked on my penis until it was quite firm. Then he straddled me and I
guided him as he lowered himself down.  My erection slipped between his
buttocks, pressed against his lubricated anus and easily slid inside.

Kit began moving slowly, side to side, up and down, as best he could.  Thus
stimulated, my cock grew firmer.  With KY covered fingers I went to work
slowly and patiently on his cock and balls while he did his best to keep
moving.  It was a less frantic, more leisurely affair.

As my cock became firmer and more stimulated, I managed to coax Kit to a
state of semi-erection.  I began masturbating him with one KY covered hand
while holding his balls with the other.  My balls had been drained once and
had not nearly enough time to fully re-load me - but they had produced
enough for me to want to pump it into Kit.

He liked what I was doing to his ass and his penis and was doing what he
could to get me off again.  The thrusting movements of my hips became
stronger, as did my manipulation of his penis.  I could not get him fully
erect but he was certainly hard enough for me to increase the speed with
which I was jerking him off.

I thought I would make him cum again, but it was I who was the first to
pump out my spunk into him.  It was a slower, less forceful experience but
even so, it made me temporarily abandon my efforts to get Kim to cum.  Kit
took over, masturbating himself with vigour while I jerkily thrust upwards
into him and spurted my cream into him.

It felt good.  It felt even better when a minute or so later, Kit
ejaculated a mixture of pre-cum and spunk onto me.  The first shot landed
on my lips, the other 2 on my chest.  I licked my lips appreciatively.  I
tasted and swallowed the spunk had pumped on to me - slightly salty and at
the same time a bit spicy.  Very nice!


Kit slid off me and lay on his back beside me, closed his eyes and fell
into a deep slumber.  I did the same.

Over 3 hours later, Kit woke me with his efforts to get me erect again --
but I needed more time to recharge.  I gently pushed his hand aside and
told him he had well and truly drained me.

He nodded understandingly and agreed when I suggested we shower and that he
drive me back to the port and the ship which I was due to board within the
next 2 hours.

An hour later, Kit stopped outside the port gate.  He turned towards me.

`For a whitey, yo knows your stuff,' he conceded.  The first time yo got me
off really set me on fire like nobody has done before.'

`Not so bad yourself,' I assured him truthfully, thinking of the way he had
spunked me, then used his sucking ass to exhaust me.

`If yo is in Tobago again, let me know,' he said and passed me a blank
business card.  I turned it over.  On the other side was an e-mail address.
I pocketed it and thanked him, leaned over and kissed his shapely lips and
slipped a $100 bill between the front seats before getting out of the taxi.

I did not look back as I walked through the gates and made my way back to
the ship, where the crew were already making preparations for its
departure.  If I did not visit the island again, I would at least take away
with me memories of my sating and enjoyable meeting with Kit, my Tobago
man.


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