Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 00:02:08 -0700
From: Porn Writer <hot.porn.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting to Know Trent - Part 3

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I couldn't help it. All day, my sexual encounter with my neighbor, Trent,
has replayed in my mind. At times, I'm scared to death, thinking this is the
recipe for disaster. Other times, I can't wait to be with him again. I've
always seen my ideal as a long-term relationship with a loving partner, but
Trent has totally rocked my world. I can't get him off my mind. I know
little about him, but he is like my perfect sexual counterpart, and he knows
it.

The day went by slowly. The usual Saturday errands, then some phone calls
from family members. Coffee with a friend. I snuck in a nap, then made some
dinner. Time drifted by, and before I knew it, it was midnight. Maybe Trent
got held up at work. Maybe he's already home and changed his mind about
what's been going on between us. I slowly opened my front door and checked
to make sure no one was in the parking lot. Then, I took a couple steps out
and looked over to see if any of Trent's lights were on in his unit. The
place was dark.

"Fuck, how desperate can a person get!?!", I though to myself. I can't
believe I'm attached to a straight farm boy who now has me servicing him on
demand. This can't be happening. This can't be what my life has come to.
Even as I was beating myself up over this, my thoughts were drifting to him.
I could see him in my mind, and that body. I was helpless. I wanted to do
anything to make him feel good. I loved worshiping his body, and would do it
again if given the opportunity.

I took a hot shower and got ready for bed. It was coming up on 1 AM, when my
phone rang. "Did I wake you?", he said. "No, I was just getting ready for
bed.", I explained. He said, "Sorry I'm so late. I could really use you over
here, Paul." "I'll be right over.", I told him. I walked next door and he
came to the door, still in his white kitchen uniform. He was shelling his
uniform jacket and drinking a big glass of ice water. He said, "Man, what a
day."

He settled into a chair, looking beat and down. I knelt on the floor in
front of him, lifted his foot, and slid his shoe off. He breathed a sigh of
relief, as I began rubbing his foot, through his white sock. I couldn't help
myself, as I brought it to my face and inhaled. The scent was intoxicating,
and I found myself rubbing his foot all over my face. He said, "Damn, man, I
know my feet must stink after being on them all day. You look like you're
lovin' it though." "Your foot smells incredible to me. I love it." He said,
"Maybe you should slide that sock off, so you can do the job right."

I slowly slid his sock up over his heel, revealing the first glimpse of the
sole of his foot. So soft, and so white. I paused, and then slid the sock
slowly off his foot. He looked at me and smiled, as I lifted the sole of his
foot to my face and began licking it from heel to toe. He just laid his head
back and sighed. I work my way up to the ball of is foot, and then worked on
his toes. He really seemed to be enjoying it, wiggling his toes around in my
mouth sometimes, and spreading them. Soon, he lifted the other foot saying,
"Don't forget this one." I diverted my attention to his other foot repeating
my performance here. He said, "Do me a favor, get me another glass of water.
I'm so thirsty tonight. I think I'm dehydrated." I got up and made him
another glass of water.

When I returned, he was sitting on the sofa with his legs spread, looking
absolutely comfortable. I knelt between his legs, and massaged his legs
through his pants, working my way up to his thighs. Once there, I unfastened
his pants, and slid them down. This time, he was wearing underwear, the
boxer brief type, and they looked great on him.

I moved back and completely removed his pants. I returned to my spot between
his legs, and bent down and kissed his flat stomach. He rested his hand on
the back of my head and sighed, "Niiice". I began to move lower, and soon
found myself kissing his growing cock through his briefs. He pressed against
the top of my head and said, "Stop, let me go shower." I said, "Shhhhhh...
Just sit back and relax." I slowly began peeling his briefs off him, sliding
them down and off his legs. I returned and buried my face in his pubic hair;
the scent was incredible. I worshiped this guy's natural scent. Not to
overuse the term, but it was truly intoxicating.

I started licking his nuts and groin, savoring the day's scent on his body.
I moved lower, and started licking under his ball sack. He started to raise
his legs, but then stopped and said, "Hang on, let me go shower." I said,
"No, no. I just won't go there." He responded by saying, "Well, I haven't
done anything since I showered, but I'm sure I don't smell so good from
working all day." I said, "How 'bout we let me be the judge of that." I
replied. I could tell he was nervous the smell of his ass may be offensive,
but since he said he hadn't gone to the bathroom since he showered this
morning, I wasn't overly concerned.

I again worked my way down, and gently lifted his legs. As my tongue took
its first swipe across his hole, I could feel him tense up, and the flavor
and smell was much more pungent than the previous night. But, it was
incredible, and I went back for more, continuing to lift his legs, so I
could dig deeper and deeper into is sexy ass. He was moaning, and the sight
of him on that sofa with those big feet up in the air, a rock hard cock, and
two big bull nuts hanging down between his legs was absolutely hot.

I stopped and turned around, then slowly laid on my back on the floor. He
said, "What are you doing?" I replied, I want more of your ass, please." He
needed no further prompting and moved off the sofa with a foot on either
side of my head, then lowered his ass onto my face, with his back braced
against the sofa. I went to work on his ass, eagerly wiping away the days'
sweat with my tongue. He was moaning, and starting to mumble something,
"Man, you love my body, don't ya? You're all up in my dirty ass. Licking my
sweaty feet. This is hot! Chicks just don't get into this kinda shit. You
know how to worship a guy's body right!"

Then, he stood up and went to the kitchen to get some more water. He walked
past me toward the bedroom, saying "Come on." I got up and followed him. As
I walked behind him, I stared at his form. This guy was absolutely perfect.
He stood next to the bed and gently caressed his chest with his big hands.
Then, he locked his hands together and stretched them up over his head as he
yawned. This exposed his arm pits, and I moved forward and placed on hand on
his arm, as I moved my face into his pit. He was startled at first, but then
watched as I buried my face in his arm pit, and began licking the salty
sweat from it. He said, "Hang on, Dude. Let me lay down. I can't believe
this." He laid down on the bed, and folded his arms behind his head, then
said, "There ya go Dude, have at 'em. Clean those pits up for me. This is so
HOT! There is nothing you won't do to please me and worship my body, is
there?", he said. First the right one and then the left. I loved every scent
of his body.

When he felt I was done, he said, "Dude... Want me to fuck you?" It had been
a long time since I had been penetrated. My last partner was a bottom, and
was much interested in fucking me. I soon realized this wasn't truly a
question. He stood me up and pulled me toward him, so my back was to him. He
kissed me on the neck, as he started undoing my pants. My mind was racing,
"Did he just kiss my neck?! No straight guy would do that! Hrm... or maybe
it's just a master kissing his slave; a reward for a job well done?"

I realized that he had every intention of fucking me, and that I better get
on board with the idea quickly. I pulled my pants off, then he pulled my
shirt off over my head. This was the first time he had seen me nude. He
moved me forward to the bed and then pushed my shoulders down, causing me to
catch my fall with my arms, which meant that my knees where now on the edge
of the bed and my ass was in the air. I heard him open a drawer behind me,
and then heard him open and close a tube of lube.

I heard him lubing up his big cock, which was now rock hard. He asked when
the last time was I was fucked, and I told him it was years ago. Expecting
him to say something compassionate, he instead said, "Cool. You're gonna be
tight, then. This is gonna be awesome."

My feeling of utter amazement was shattered, when I felt the cool lube being
rubbed on my ass. "Just relax." he said, as I felt him move forward. I was
imagining what he must look like standing there with his cock poised to
penetrate my ass. Oddly, a sense of lust and wanting overcame me, and I
actually felt myself anticipating it. Then, I felt the head of his big cock
make it's first contact with my hole. I was nervous, and that wasn't making
this easy. He repeated his instruction for me to relax, and I tried to
focus, but it felt so huge as he started pressing into me. I knew that any
moment now, my hole would give way to him and his big head would pop inside
me, likely sending searing pains through my body. I wasn't wrong. Soon, he
broke through and I yelled out in pain. He stopped and again told me to just
relax. He said, "I know my cock is big, but you're going to enjoy this. Come
on, Baby, open up for me." There was something so seductive about the way he
talked, and I again felt him pushing into me, and my instincts kicked in and
I pushed back, which allowed him to start sliding into me.

I was on a natural high as I felt him entering me, and opened my eyes to see
the see the faint outlines of his body in the dark room. I felt his body
shudder, and heard him say, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. That feels so good. Your ass
is so hot and tight. Just get used to it for a minute." Suddenly a warm rush
came over me and my ass became acclimated to his huge tool, and I heard
myself say, "Please fuck me." "Just give it a minute, so you can get used to
it." he said. I said, "I want it, I love your cock inside me. Please fuck
me. I need it bad." He replied, "Holy fuck, that's hot!" Then, he started
sliding in and out, slowly at first, but then it was my turn to encourage
him.

I was clenching the sheets in both my fists, and my face was against the
bed, as my upturned ass was being rammed by his big tool. "Fuck me. Give me
that cock. I want it so bad. I need it. Come on, Baby, bang my ass. Own it."
I heard myself say. I couldn't believe it, and neither could he. "Holy fuck!
You want it? Yeah, you love pleasing me. That looks hot, my big cock sliding
in and out of your ass. I'm fuckin' you good, huh?" I heard as he began
working my ass in earnest. He was slamming into me, sometimes rhythmically,
and other times sporadically, but I was anticipating each thrust and
gratefully accepted it. I felt so full, so complete, with him inside me. I
never wanted it to end.

He said, "Yeah, give me that ass. I bet you wanted me in this ass from the
minute you saw me. You couldn't wait for me to let you worship my body, huh?
Yeah, take it all. Take all my cock up in that ass of yours. I'm givin' it
to ya good, huh?"

"Yeah, I wanted it. I wanted to worship your body. I wanted to suck your
toes and lick your feet. I wanted to suck on those big nuts of yours. I
wanted to eat your hot ass. I can't get enough of you. I love you fuckin'
me. I want your load. Come on, breed me you fucker. Breed my ass. It's all
yours.", I said, totally embracing the moment.

Soon, I heard the all-to-familiar sounds of panting. I could feel his sweaty
body against mine. Now, he was in a steady rhythm, and my ass was taking a
beating. I was still pleading with him to fuck me harder. "That's your ass,
Trent. Fuck it good. Come on, Trent, train my ass to take that monster cock
of yours. I want it. I want your load in my ass. I want to feel you fill me
with your hot cum. Please, Trent. I want it so bad."

He panted,"You want it? You want it? Oh, you're gonna get it, you don't need
to worry about that. I'm going to slam my load into your hot ass. You're
gonna fuckin' take every last drop of my cum. I'm gonna empty my big nuts in
your ass. That's what you want, isn't it? You fuckin' worship me, and you
want me to breed your fuckin' ass, don't you."

All this talk was getting me incredibly hot, even though I was still
clinching the sheets and wasn't touching my cock. "Oh fuck yeah, I want it.
You fuckin' give me that load!" I yelled as I started bucking against him.
At this point this was a sort of animal love. He was clutching my thighs and
thrusting his cock into me like a machine. I was almost delirious in
ecstasy, as he used my ass to serve his cock. The words, mine and his, had
just started run together. Me begging for it and him promising I was going
to get it and telling me how much I wanted it.

Then, suddenly, I felt my own nuts start to contract, which must have caused
my ass to tighten on his cock, because he let out a scream and slammed into
me, and as I felt myself begin to shoot over and over, I felt his cock
dumping its payload into me. For a moment, it was as though we had settled
into some sort of rhythm, where I would shoot, and he would counter with
another shot of his cum in my ass. It was absolutely intense, and I didn't
want it to end.

I reached a plane of ecstasy I had never before encountered. Sex was
animalistic and we were in some sort of sexual synchronicity. As he finished
filling my ass, I felt him spasm a few more times, and then collapse on the
bed, pulling me off balance and onto the bed beside him. He wrapped his arms
around me and put his cock back between my ass cheeks, gently humping, but
not penetrating me. We were both panting and were covered in sweat. It was
almost as if each sexual experience we had was more intense than the last.

After a few minutes, he broke the silence, "Okay, now we SERIOUSLY need a
shower. There's no way around it, now." We laughed, and headed to the
bathroom. We both showered mostly with our eyes closed, feeling the
sensuality of the soap and warm water running over our bodies. He, of
course, allowed me to bathe him, and I enjoyed the opportunity to caress
every inch of his body. After we showered, we headed back to the bedroom. He
threw himself on the bed, long limbs everywhere--what a sight he was. It was
hard even for me to imagine, but I wanted to crawl back on that bed and
start again. This guy was becoming an addiction.

I started gathering up my clothes, and he said, "What are you doing?" I
said, "I'm getting dressed, so I can go home. I'm not going to walk out here
naked!" He said, "Who said I was done with you, yet?" I threw down my
clothes like they were on fire, and moved back toward him. He patted the bed
beside him and said, "Lay here."

Given our history, I assumed he was positioning me to serve him in yet
another way, but to my surprise, he said, "Stay here tonight." "Really?", I
countered. "Yeah, unless you don't want to." he said. "I want to be near you
every chance I get. I can't get enough of you. I'll stay as long as you let
me." He smiled and pushed me over onto my side, and then wrapped his arms
around me so we were spooning. I could feel him breathing on my neck, and
then he gently kissed my neck. "Yeah, I know. I think that's what I like
about you most!" he chuckled. Both of us knew there was a lot of truth in
that statement. "Now I won't have to call you to tell you to come over when
I wake up." he said playfully.

As I hear him drifting off to sleep, I wonder what's going on? Am I really
just here as a convenience or could this be turning into more? Am I just a
pathetic little queer being used for his pleasure, or is he discovering that
he may be open to a relationship with a man? This morning, he jacked me off,
which most straight guys wouldn't do. Then, he kissed me on the neck, and
now he's spooning me. This sure is starting to feel more like just a sexual
arrangement, though all we've done so far IS have sex. I had to admit to
myself, though, that at this point I was already hoping for more, though I
was committed to letting it happen on his schedule as he was comfortable
with it. I drifted off to sleep in bliss. Either way, I was enjoying every
minute of my time with Trent.