Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2001 16:13:12 EST
From: angerhead@hotmail.com
Subject: Make-up Sex

Daryl stood by the hamper removing his clothes while the water ran in the
tub. He was letting it warm up while he got naked. His T-shirt and socks
went into the hamper quickly, but when he got to his jeans Daryl paused.

He removed them and slipped two fingers into the left hip pocket,
extracting the condom that had been nestled in there for so long. Tonight
seemed to be another night it was destined to go unopened. Several weeks
ago Daryl and Peter had gotten into an argument, one that started out
innocently enough but soon escalated. It was such a pity because Daryl
couldn't even remember what the argument was about; he just knew that his
lover fell asleep every night in silence. They slept with their backs to
each other, and that was the way it had been for weeks.

Over the din of the running water Daryl heard Peter in the bedroom. He
peeked out to watch his olive skinned lover with golden blonde hair and
sky-blue eyes meandering about the room, getting things ready for
bed. Peter was completely naked, and Daryl found himself getting hard just
watching the other man.

"Well, there's no way he's gonna help me out with this," Daryl muttered
while looking down at his hardon. "Better get some K-Y out to help me jerk
off in the shower."

Daryl went into the medicine cabinet to retrieve the lubricant. Instead of
opening it right away he went back to the door and watched Peter.

Peter was completely aware of this observation. It gave him a thrill that,
even though they weren't really happy with each other now, Daryl was still
checking him out. At work today Peter had been realizing the same thing as
his lover: he didn't even remember what started this argument. It seemed
silly to hold on to a cause you didn't understand, so tonight Peter planned
to make things better. He did so by humming the first song he and Daryl had
ever called their own: Queen's "Love of My Life."

Daryl was able to pick up the tune Peter was muttering, and it made him
ache. Now he looked out to see his lover standing by the bed with his back
to the bathroom door. Daryl's eyes passes over Peter's slender neck, his
muscular shoulders, down his smooth back, to his wonderfully hairless
buttocks and strong legs. God, just the sight of how those legs flowed so
gracefully into that rear end was almost enough to make Daryl come right on
the spot.

Peter's next move gave Daryl an idea. He watched carefully as Peter put one
knee up on the bed and then leaned over to pull the bedsheets back, giving
Daryl a perfect view of one of the most gorgeous male asses on the
planet. (In secret, Peter was hoping beyond hope that Daryl was catching an
eyeful of this.)

Daryl looked at the K-Y in his hand, looked at the condom resting on top of
his folded-up jeans, and decided it was time.

He picked up the condom and quietly slipped out of the bathroom, unscrewing
the tube as he did so. At first his movements were slow and cautious. Then,
when he was within arm's length of Peter, Daryl switched gears and got
aggressive, moving fast. Daryl reached around and grabbed his lover by the
quads, tugging hard so that the support of his legs disappeared. Peter
shouted out in surprise as he fell belly-down on the bed and was dragged
back to the edge. Daryl pulled Peter back far enough so that his legs and
ass were hanging off the bed.

Daryl's weight fell on Peter, pinning him down. He began to savagely lick
Peter's earlobe and press kisses up and down his neck. There was a
squishing sound and then the feeling of something sliding along the line
between his buttocks. That was when Peter realized his plan had succeeded
because this sensation was Daryl lubricating his backside. To keep up the
illusion that this wasn't planned, Peter maneuvered around a bit. Daryl
leaned down on him hard, his breath hot in Peter's ear.

"You're not going anywhere," Daryl grunted.

Peter heard the tearing of plastic as Daryl opened the condom. The top man
had a tricky time putting it on one-handed but he managed. His left hand
was on Peter'' wrist, gripping it tightly, pinning it down, while his right
hand was used to place the tip of his sex against Peter's backdoor. Once
its position was secure, Daryl put his right hand on Peter's other wrist.

"It's been too long, lover...too long," Daryl whispered.

And with that he started to push. Peter gasped; despite the preparation he
still felt a sting as the first millimeter of Daryl's sex slipped
inside. It seemed to Peter that Daryl was bigger than ever before; perhaps
his method of roughly attacking and pinning his bottom man down had sent
more blood rushing into his member. Whatever the case, this made the
penetration a little more rough on Peter...and also more exciting.

Daryl continued licking and kissing Peter while he worked more of himself
inside. It had been so long since they had done this that Peter's muscles
forgot how pleasurable it was to let this stiff rod in, and the resistance
only made Daryl work harder at getting in all the way. Peter groaned with a
mix of pain and ecstasy, but by the time Daryl was halfway in the former
was all gone.

"Oh, Daryl," Peter moaned, "don't you know where you're putting that thing?
That's my asshole, man. God, your dick is going up a man's ass."

"Yeah," Daryl said, "just where it should be. Right in the ass of the man I
love."

"Ooh, baby...you like that, don't you? You like fucking me?" Peter cooed.

"You better believe it."

Peter let out a long, relaxed sigh as the cock continued to push into
him. All the tension inside him let go, and he was able to fully enjoy the
sensations set off with each new group of anal nerve endings that the
enormous sex brushed up against. There seemed to be no end to this
penetration and then, finally, Peter could feel Daryl's balls against his
buttocks. This sensation (coupled with the fact that Peter knew there was a
load in those testicles waiting to empty into him) turned him on even
more. And what kind of lover would he be if he didn't share this with
Daryl?

"Oh, God, Daryl, I love it when you stick that big dick in my ass. Oh,
honey, it's so big, and it feels so good in my asshole...mmm, I love you,
baby," Peter moaned. "I'm all right now, you know...you can start fucking
me if you want."

With that Peter felt the sex withdraw and then press into him again. The
memories were reawakened in the neural pathways. This thrust sent a burst
of pleasure piercing through Peter's brain, and his anus completely (and
gladly) gave way to this aggressive force. To Daryl there was nothing more
exciting than his lover's rear end surrendering to his desires, and to
Peter there was nothing more erotic than this man's throbbing erection
buried to the hilt in his backside, fucking away until he came. Peter's
shouts of approval became more and more graphic as the momentum built; he
rocked with Daryl's thrusts so the mattress could help him masturbate.

Suddenly Daryl's weight was off him, and the penis withdrew from his
ass. Peter looked back in disappointment.

"Sit up on the edge of the bed," Daryl commanded.

Peter did, and once he got to his destination he found the unsheathed cock
pressed into his face.

"Now suck it, baby," Daryl said. "Suck that dick and taste yourself on it."

Peter cupped Daryl's balls in one hand and took the member into his
mouth. It was bouncing in excitement so dramatically that Peter had to hold
it in place first.

"Yeah that's it. You taste your own sweet ass on that dick," Daryl groaned.

This was an aggressiveness Daryl had never shown before, and it turned
Peter on. The excitement only grew when his lover pulled out of Peter's
mouth and rubbed the cock al over his face and neck.

"You like that, don't you? You like a guy's cock in your face?"

"Not just a guy's cock...YOUR cock," Peter said.

There was silence between them as this new ground was explored. Then Daryl
pushed Peter by the shoulders, sending him flat on his back, then pulling
Peter forward so that his ass was at the edge of the bed. As Daryl crouched
down, Peter spread his legs with a smile. He started to lightly tug his
erection while Daryl put his sex at the back entrance once again.

"You like fucking my ass, don't you? It's so nice and tight," Peter
whispered.

"It sure is," Daryl replied.

And at the same time he admitted his pleasure, Daryl slid his cock back
into Peter's willing rear end. This time it went in without a hitch, going
right up to the balls. Daryl leaned down to kiss his lover. Peter put his
arms around Daryl's shoulders and his legs around his hips, using the heels
to pull Daryl in even deeper as the thrusting picked up again. Their bodies
were so close together that Daryl's stomach brushed Peter's cock, a
sensation which would easily bring him to orgasm in no time when coupled
with the feeling of the stiff rod poking his poop chute.

"Oh, honey...you're so beautiful, you're so big," Peter said. "Make love to
me, Daryl, like I'm your woman...like I'm your wife. Yes, please drive that
big cock up my ass. God, it's so fucking hard!"

Peter's words spurred Daryl on to a faster pace. Soon he could feel the
cock throbbing extra hard inside him, and he knew Daryl was close to
coming. Just the thought of the warm fluid shooting into him made Peter
start to ejaculate, his release coating both of their bodies. It wasn't
much longer until he felt the flurry inside himself as Daryl squirted into
Peter's anxious behind.

Once the orgasm was done Daryl collapsed on Peter. The two shared a long
kiss, and then a gaze into each other's eyes.

"Let's never fight again," Daryl said.

"And if we do," Peter added, "let's make up like this."