Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2010 01:27:16 +1100
From: Justin South <jjsouth33@gmail.com>
Subject: 33 a gay love story: Paradise Part Two

Copyright J. J. South 2010. All rights reserved.

`Paradise' Part Two

Chemicals boil in my brain. Electrical currents pulse my nerves. My heart
pumps chaotically as my head thumps to the raging energies circuiting my body's
systems. I become a demented, love charged, hormonally haywire basket case.
Goosebumps ripple my flesh in erotic tingling reaction to the effects the tip of his
roaming tongue and lips have on me as they wind their way along the defines of my
acutely sensitive belly and groin. His tongue courses beside my fiery red love pole
lying flat against my abdomen, then meanders its scintillating way to torture my
scrotum. He licks my balls, sending new floods of spasms through my over-heated
senses.

      He sucks one ball into his mouth, playing his tongue over and around the sac.
Tremors of sheer delight cascade through my groin as he twirls the ball in his mouth.
Then he licks the other ball and sucks it into his mouth, causing more quivers to my
body as his tongue discovers more highly sensitive membranes. Without warning, he
devours my scrotum. He squeezes and suctions my bloated ball sac in a cushion of
saliva in his hot mouth, teasing both balls with his tongue while his nose nuzzles the
prominent urethra of my steel hard dick. I gulp and shiver.

      "Ooohhh Rick," I groan. His saliva-slicked tongue feels like the faintest
caresses of duck down feathering the contours of my sensitive sac.

      "Rick," I yell amid the loud mutterings of animal grunts. He's causing a storm
of hot rushes of exquisite ecstasy in my groin. My legs scissor-grip his body,
trembling hands violently clench and slap the blanket while my arched head tosses
wildly in a rapturous, sweaty state of bliss.

      His nose slides lightly along my twitching love pole. Then his tongue reaches
and darts over the base of the shaft, his delicate touch further inflaming the furnace
blazing my nerves. In quick reflex, my dick jerks wildly into his face, splattering
precum into his hair. It slams back against my groin, flicking precum onto my belly
that glosses in the moonlight. His tongue slides along the full length of my semen
tract. Its tip reaches and skims sensuously around the almost unbearably sensitive
underside of the glans causing hysteria to my senses. Black spots appear before my
eyes. He's tormenting me into unconsciousness as he licks my over-bloated cock
head.

      Kneeling over me, he uses his bottom lip and chin to steady my vibrating shaft
as he stretches his tongue around my head, smearing precum and saliva over it,
super sensitizing it in the smooth lubricating ambrosial liqueur. Then he licks my
shaft again and again, starting at the base and ending at the knob. Each time he
tickles the knob his tongue picks up a string of the ambrosia which he stretches to the
base, letting the cum line fall and slick my shaft. He repeatedly licks my pole like an
all-day sucker. He licks the sides, alternating from one to the other, licking the head
each stroke, causing precum to puddle in my navel, glimmering silver under the
moon. Every time he licks he picks up a strand of precum on his tongue and stretches
it to my pubes. It looks funny and odd. My dick feels ready to explode. It feels sore
from the prolonged love games and highly pressurized blood. I can't believe it; it feels
over extended, super swollen, stiff for too long. It needs relief, but I don't want to
cum, not yet.

      "Rick," I croak. I clear my throat. "Rick," I repeat, my plea more convincing,
mussing his hair with trembling hand. "Please, Rick, please," grappling his arms and
pulling him to me. "No more, please no more. I can't take it, my beautiful man,"
whispering hoarsely into his ear. "Rick. Please. Now, baby," I beg him.

      He nods. His gorgeous smile consumes his face. I see his teeth flashing,
starkly contrasting against his otherwise silver sheen and dark monotones cast on his
face. His eyes glint as if stunning pools of fire flashes. I'm mesmerized. I dab shaking
fingers of both hands against his cheeks, run my thumbs over his strong chin and
lips, peer at the new moonlit perspectives of his beauty as the background sounds
swarm about us; wavelets lapping the shore, insects singing their choruses, bats
squabbling in the distance, trees fluttering in the pleasant breezes. All these
murmurings grace my ears as I hold the featured face of my lover in my hands,
drawing him to me, to a slow, long embracing kiss, loaded with passion, filled with
love; to a kiss meant only for a god.

      Moving between my splayed legs, he dips some fingers in the gleaming silver
puddle of lubricant in my navel and smears the potion over his hot love piston. His
hardened, quaking love spear points towards me, its engorged, magnified head and
shaft shining in the stark moonlight. He dips again, spreads my butt cheeks, and
locates and strokes his cum coated fingers over my love bud, making me writhe in
exotic pleasures to his caressing touches. He raises my left leg above his body, moves
into a lying position beside me, then presses his steel hard pole to my love door and
smoothly pushes in. I welcome his sex piston, adjusting myself to ease its entry into
my fiery tunnel of tormented love and tumultuous lust. His slicked dick slides into
me, rubbing along membranes as it progresses deeper. I devour all of him, soon
feeling his pelvis and pubes pushing against me. His dick feels like a hot poker in me,
its heat inflaming my linings, warming me, adding a pleasant sensation to our
intercourse. I love the feeling.

      At last we are at one. Finally, I feel that dimension of wholeness I've eagerly
sought, of feeling him fill my love grotto, of feeling complete in the mystery and
magic of love's ultimate act. My hand combs his ruffled hair, rubs his neck and
shoulders. I mutter, I coo, I encourage him to take us to the door of Nirvana. Slowly
he begins his piston actions, thrusting backwards and forwards, sliding his hot poker
along my side lining, sending myriads of furious signals throughout my sex system.
He tingles my groin most opulently. I gasp and fling my head back, exposing my
Adam's apple to the moon. I wriggle to his touches, intensifying the extreme feelings
within me, sending more streaks of passion to my brain. God, don't let this ever end,
I pray.

      After he settles into his thrusting action, he roams a hand over my chest,
pinching and circling and rubbing each nup. His fingertips amble down between my
abdomen muscles to the cum puddle of my belly button and the stretched engorged
knob of my love muscle; his fingers circle the knob, then grip my shaft. Feeling his
hand holding me sets off a new wave of goose bumps. He squeezes and flexes his
finger grip, sliding upwards to let his thumb rub over the knob, then slowly starts
stroking, rubbing and twisting his palm and fingers over it on each upward stroke.
His technique triggers rushes of heady sensations, bringing on the early tingles of
approaching orgasm, most pleasant but too early to enjoy. I clench his hand forcing
him to stop his stroking but not wanting him to remove it.

      Rick changes position, fluidly swinging under my raised leg, careful to leave
his hot love poker in me. He lies on me propping on his elbows either side of my
chest. The missionary position lets him thrust more of his love tool into me, lets him
reach deeper into the recesses of my love cavern. His new angle and thrusting
rhythm now crunches my prostate causing a new tide of flutters to sweep my senses.
My engorged sensitive dick wedges between our bellies. The subtle movements of his
hot flesh caused by his thrusting motions further thrill my hot cock, rushing its
exalted pre-orgasm feelings to new heights of excruciating frustration, of barely
controllable containment.

      I'm panting in wild bliss, wanting to cum simultaneously with Rick, waiting
for his warning, to explode in unison. Yet he keeps thrusting into me. He keeps
sensitizing my aching muscle trapped between our bellies. We scrunch our chests,
feeling the raised hard nipples rasping our flesh; feeling our lips battering, flattened
against each other in utopian desire. Deep breaths filter through my clenched teeth,
eyes are rammed shut, my head is clamped beside his as I desperately try to withhold
my orgasm. I'm despairing in my attempts, crooking my knees towards my
shoulders, wrapping my calves around his waist in a futile attempt to divert attention
from my dilemma.

      I crack. "Rick, I can't hold any longer."

      He breaks my head grip and rubs his lips to mine then arches his back as he
rises on his elbows. His signature smile engulfs his face, looking strangely eerie in the
filtered light cast by a thin cloud veiling the moon. His eyes twinkle as they look at
me while the softened luminescence captures his tongue flicking his open silver
tinted lips. He appears in a state of sheer rapturous pleasure, as if hypnotized from
the effects of our love feast. He changes rhythm, almost stops, and withdraws to my
inner sphincter walls. His hands flex their grips on my arms as he presses his groin
towards me, pushing his love stick further into me, deliberately sliding his turgid
cock head over my prostate, then back, then over again and again. I distinctly feel his
knob rubbing my tingling gland as if it had a special attraction.

      He rubs his swollen cock head along a membrane wall till his thick piston is
embedded in me. He stops then slowly retreats in similar manner, sliding the head
along another part of my lining, sensitizing another sector of his knob, and me. He
again repeats the gentle plunging motion, rubbing a different side of his cock head
along my membranes, each time fastidiously massaging my prostate, all in all
magnifying his and my pleasures to extreme heights. He stops again, inhales deeply
and flings his head back. He commences to pump me furiously, plunging and
plowing wildly into me. No need to warn me now. I know he is about to cum. He
grunts some noises on his harsh breathing. I hold his trembling arms. Finally, my
will power deserts me.

      "Rick, I'm cuming."

      In an instant my super-charged glans succumb to the acute pleasures of my
dynamic, intense orgasm as the relieving release of my cum flows from my balls,
floods my sperm tube and squirts out of me in a welcome torrent.

      "Uuuhhh," I exclaim, flinging my head sideways, clamping my eyes shut,
grasping and digging my shaking hands into his shoulder flesh. I lurch as the burst of
cum from my prone dick, lying against my belly, splatters a thick line over my chest
to my neck.

      Then Rick shouts those words I love to hear; "Aaahhh...Jus...Jus...JUSTIN!"
as his hot cum ravishes the linings of my love cavern. I gaze at my lover, now arched
high on his hands either side of me. His face is tossed back, but I momentarily
glimpse the look of sheer voluptuous pleasure when he drops his panting head to his
chest.

      My tumescent dick twitches upwards, released from the clamp of his belly. It
releases another volley, this time arching through the air, the pearly string appearing
like a comet tail in the moonlight. "Aaahhhh," I shout, clawing his arms in squirming
delight.

      "Jus...Jus...JUSTIN!" He repeats in his entranced state, continuing to slash his
juices into me, thrusting relentlessly, firing one volley after another. "Jus, Jus. Oh
god, Jus," he stammers in his trembling, rapturous delight.

      I fire another comet. Then a smaller one, and another. "Rick," I croak
concurrently as he jabbers his favorite saying to me again.

      "Oh god, Justin," he wheezes as he continues thrusting into me, treating me
with his inflamed member, hot cum and happy words. The heat of his juices spreads
through my body, sending acute twinges that enhance the already beatific,
splendorous feelings, enthralling every nerve in me. He keeps thrusting into me but I
know the pinnacle moment of our love bout has passed, know we are sharing the
moments of post orgasmic bliss. He slows his piston movements as the flow of his
hot cum reduces to a sporadic ooze, as his trembling subsides and he leisurely relaxes
to his naturally graceful composure. His coarse breathing gradually abates, his wide
blazing eyes return to their smiling gaze. He lowers to rest on his elbows, and rubs
his finger tips on my shoulders.

      My prostate works overtime as I spend the last of my cum, ejaculating every
drop my balls have produced, feeling it ooze to my belly as my dick softens. In the
lunar glow my chest appears patterned haphazardly with gleaming specks and globs
and trails of my man juice. I'm too buggered to talk, too buggered to think. The
enormity of our love fest has drained me, leaving my mind incoherent, a deep well
devoid of abilities yet overcome with stratospheric satisfaction. My muscles almost
feel they lack power and motor control. I'm able to re-grip my legs around his thighs,
preventing him from moving and retaining him in me; and I'm able to fold my arms
around his neck. In our post orgasm silence I draw his face to mine, brushing my lips
to his as he also hugs me, as his belly and chest lower onto the cushion of my love
juices. In the prevailing ambience, I reflect: tonight we opened the doors to Nirvana.
We reached Paradise.


I hope you enjoyed reading `Paradise', Part Two.

I welcome you to leave comments at lovewriter33@gmail.com

I'll post other stories here, soon.

Kindly

Justin South

http://www.33agaylovestory.com