Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2024 17:25:07 -0500
From: Ben Dover <02112@hushmail.com>
Subject: I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT

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"I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT"

I wrote this fantasy over a 5 night period while my wife was asleep. Every
time I finished a section my underwear was soaked with precum. I just hope
you get as wet reading it as I did writing it.

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	I meet him on CL, a few years earlier while staying at a resort
during an ice storm.  Jason was a dream to catch, he's fit, gentle, lovely
to admire and liked being my top. God, I often think, I'm in love with this
man.

When I come up in the winter we usually meet in the mornings, about 7 am,
he comes to my room and we spend a few hours playing. On this particular
morning he was late. Finally hearing the knock on the door, I opened it in
my usual attire, naked, he loves when I greet him in the nude. He came
through apologizing for being late, which was fine, I was just glad he was
here.

 I asked if everything is okay, he just shrugged, said yes, and came over
to me smiling. Standing in front of me we started to make-out. That's
another thing, he's a great kisser, gentle, passionate, dreamy. When we do
this he gets hard and I just stand there, my hand on front of his pants,
making-out, feeling him stiffen under the fabric, I get turned on by this
and so does he. I just don't know what turns me on more, the kissing or his
erection. Anyway, this is what we do.

I sort of felt a tension from him as we undressed. Doing this slowly so we
don't break the embrace until he has to step out of his underware. Standing
together next to the bed we fondle each other getting more excited with the
anticipation when he says something I was not prepared for, something he
has never said before in the years since we first met. Sure we talk dirty,
a little, but to say that word.

"So what does my sweet little whore want to do this morning?"

My hand was on autopilot, it shot straight across his face, he didn't
flinch. In as calm a tone as I could muster I said "don't you ever call me
a whore, I may be a slut but I'm not a whore", " I let men fuck me because
I like it, whores do it for the money" He just stared at me for one more
second before I was clipped in the face so hard that I spun completely
around landing in the middle of the bed face down.... damn that was hard.

I just laid there not really knowing what just happened, when I felt his
weight on my legs and something pinning my hands to my sides. I could hear
him talking but I was in a fog from the slap. I thought I felt something
cool dribbling down my ass, but was not sure. Then I felt his weight shift
as he lifted off my legs, leaning forward and I heard a low menacing voice
in my ear. "okay then, you are a slut who likes to be fucked by men, I want
to make sure you do not ever strike me like that again, you slut."

I then felt it, his cock was rock hard and sliding up and down between my
cheeks. I got nervous, I was not properly prepared for him yet, he's fairly
thick and a good seven and a half inches or more. He stopped his rubbing
just as I felt his weight start to bare down on my man cunt. I whimpered
"Jason, NO, I'm not ready" when I felt the shearing pain radiate from my
hole as his downward force drove that massive cock to my stomach.

All his weight was now on me, his mouth next to my ear and his cock tearing
my ass in two. Through this immense pain I heard in my ear, "sweetie, can
you feel me now" as he started to rhythmically fuck my pussy, slowly for
the first couple of strokes. Having me thoroughly impaled on his cock with
nowhere to go, he moved his legs one at a time between my legs, then
roughly hoisted me up in a kneeing position by my hips, ass up and my head
on the bed, he began fucking me... hard.

 At first all I felt was pain, then I began to hear the slaps of his thighs
against my ass until I finally felt the slamming of his groin against me
and his cock sliding past my prostate with it's head ending in my
depths. After five minutes of this rape he started to slow a little, nice
long gentle strokes, so I began to relax. Feeling his hands moving to my
shoulders, he suddenly pulled me up onto all fours, with this new position
he had a whole lot more leverage to control how hard he could drive himself
into me and then it really started.

He was aggressively fucking me so hard it felt like he was trying to drive
his penis into my throat through my stomach. It was relentless and I could
do nothing to get away from this pounding, in and out like a jack hammer,
10.. 20.. 50 times it did not stop. Looking down at the comforter I noticed
I was drooling like dog, long strings of spit flowing from my mouth. My own
erection was slamming back and forth so violently that I actually saw
myself explode with my dick whipping the cum into my face.

I was spent, not sure how much more I could take, I was gripping the
comforter so tight when I felt it. His cock got even harder, engorging
itself even bigger, then he push into me and without pulling back push even
harder, dumping his orgasm with a loud growl. I could feel him pulsating,
cumming over and over, pulling back on my shoulders trying to drive himself
through me until he started to relax.

Exhausted he gave one more slamming push, all his weight flattening me to
the bed. We lay there for a minute panting, then he rolled off of me, his
dick sliding out of my ass. That's when I looked at him and screamed
"Jason, your not wearing a condom... SHIT!"

I was still laying on my stomach, unsure of whether to cry or get mad,
because I now know what happens when I react badly. That last thought made
me look down his body, wow, his cock was still stiff. I reached over and
grasped him tightly, squeezing this dick hard in frustration and stared at
it, watching some cum leak out running down to his belly. Then, I again
just started to do what I know.  I wiggled down to him automatically and
stated to clean him up from the mess I had just created. Lapping up the
pool on his belly, I then started to lick his wonderful cock, up, down,
side to side eventually making my way to his sack. Washing each ball in my
mouth as gently as I could all the while being a little amazed at how stiff
he was maintaining. Gently pushing his knees towards his chest I cleaned
the skin between his balls and anus before making my tongue do circles all
around it, rimming his little rosebud. I pushed inside and danced all
around hearing him enjoy my cleansing motions.

Lowering his legs slowly my eyes widened a bit seeing how much harder he
had become. During my cleansing exercise I was feeling his cum slowly
trickle from my ass and now I had a ridged cock right in front me, ready to
go. I decided to take control this time while he just laid there, I crawled
up on his lap turning around so my back was facing him. Grasping his dick
firmly I slowly lowered myself on to him, it was much easier this time
because I had his lubricate in me already. When I reached bottom, I just
sat there feeling him get a little harder, making my inner walls a little
tighter. Slowly I began riding him like a horse, posting in the saddle like
I learned when I took riding lessons as a kid, "fuck did this feel nice" I
am so lubed up now sliding on his cum in my butt, making him go in and out.

After 10 minutes or so of this slow, enjoyable moment, I turned around to
face him, not ever loosing his shaft from my cunny. Gazing at him, posting
him, I lowered my head to his chest and listened to his heart beat, feeling
him inside. I raised my lips and we kissed for a few minutes, this must
have woke something up inside him as he started thrusting into me a little
more. I lifted myself off him a little so he had some room to work, up and
down, faster and harder, he worked me, but nicely this time. We kissed more
as he screwed me harder then faster until he smiled and said he was about
to cum. I jumped off of him this time and deep throated his cock, I did not
get there in time as his first load of cum got me full on in my left
eye. Then I managed to down him all the way until my nose was buried in his
pubic bone, smelling him, feeling his cock pulsate while dumping his cum in
my throat. He tightly held the back my head for a long time trying to expel
every last drop, then he rel

 eased me. I pulled off his already softening dick, using my tongue,
slurping any cum I found.

When I had finished I crawled up to lay in his arms with my head on his
chest, we fell asleep, me for only 30 or 40 minutes, but he was out. I
eventually disengaged from him, covered him with a blanket and went to take
a shower.

Getting back to the room he asked "where did you go", holding up the bags
and smiling I replied "breakfast". He came over to the table to sit naked
while we ate. When we were almost done he spoke "Did you learn your
lesson", " Yes!" I replied " I need to not react so abruptly... I'm
sorry". "That's okay just don't ever hit me again." "I want to also
apologize for the way I reacted, I would never intentionally hurt you but I
was a little upset this morning when you just set me off."

I didn't say a word, I just sat there, letting him talk. "My wife told me
this morning that she is filing for divorce, thats why I was late." "She
says she wants to try something new and wants to live with a girl friend
who happens to be my boss... and a lesbian" "So I was a little lost in
thought when you slapped me and that just opened up my frustration, and you
took the brunt of it, I am sorry"

I cleaned the table, putting the bag in the hallway and came back to him
sitting at the table. "Don't you have to go to work", I asked, "No, I
called in sick". Without saying a word, I undressed, sat on the table in
front of him with my feet on the arms of his chairs. He looked at me,
smiled and leaned forward to take my manhood in his mouth. We sucked and
fucked the rest of day, I never did go out skiing that trip.