Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2023 14:13:05 +0000
From: JS Fontaine <salut1964@protonmail.com>
Subject: Lofty Pleasures Bungee--Chapter 3

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LOFTY PLEASURES BUNGEE JUMPING--CHAPTER 3

It was a beautiful hopeful Friday at the end of summer, and the drive to
see Jose was pleasant and uneventful. He was only two hours from me by
car.  I lived in a house in an agricultural bubble and he was in a small
house in an alpine setting similar to Lofty Pleasures. I agreed to go
there instead as it seemed more comfortable to us both.

Since our last time together, we had texted and talked on the phone for
quick or sometimes longer conversations, which we did up until this
morning. That was when I left with a backpack of stuff for two nights
with him if that happened, and a chicken pot pie I made very early before
working.

As much as Jose and I shared about ourselves, whether real, lies,
exaggerations or conceits, we will never know enough about anyone, and
any unfurling page will be blank until we finally discover it and
experience it in the real world. I would have loved to turn to the last
page, though, to have a peek at the end and see how things turn out. But
Life the endless showman will contain its secrets until it wants to
share, if ever at all. Life can be a bit of an asshole.

I looked at my GPS and the ETA was 10 minutes. The roads were smaller
now, the asphalt turned to gravel, and the sky was covered by an endless
canopy of trees. I knew I would be seeing his place soon, a four-season
cabin in the woods, his small home. He claimed it was nothing fancy and
it was a good place for him to live and be happy. That was all that
mattered to me.

I pulled up to a lot in the middle of nowhere, which was in fact not
nowhere but here off this unassuming gravel road in a forest I could see
and hear and smell. I wasn't lost and I didn't feel lost either, but
the place felt remote and lonely. His cabin was classically rustic and
well-kept, and as I stepped out of my car a gust of wind sent leaves
flying across the wood-chipped path leading to the cabin porch and its
eerie owl-shaped knocker. A crow cawed. I thought of the Evil Dead.

I cautiously approached it.

His motorbike and a pick-up truck were nearby. A couple of sheds were a
little farther, and a few piles of firewood were neatly stacked between
them. I could hear a stream somewhere within the dark and dense foliage.


It was quiet and I kept moving towards the cabin door.

The front door suddenly opened, startling me, and there Jose stood, his
big strong arms opening up to welcome me, his smile authentic and
attractive.

"Welcome to my home, Sam," he said, and I was on the porch now,
grinning like him, melting in his arms.  He gave me a perfect gentle
squeeze and we were both engorged. "Where's your stuff?"

"It's in the car," I said. "Let me get it. I brought you something,
Jose."

"I've got something for you, too."  He grabbed his bulging crotch and
looked lewdly at me. He patted my butt and I walked away. He whistled.
What a guy, I thought. He watched patiently and smiled when I headed back
with a pie. "And what is this? You know I love me a good pie."

"It's a chicken pot pie," I said, handing it to him at the threshold.
"I made it early this morning."

"Thanks." He was beaming and stepped into the room. I followed. "I
will put this in the oven so we can eat some." He was already there in a
second since the floor plan was small and efficient. While he did that, I
set my pack down by the door and looked at the place.

It was cozy and clean, and it had some nice odors wafting about, a
mixture of pine, summer breezes and charming fireplaces at
Christmastime.

Jose turned and looked at me. I was still, watching him, waiting.

"So glad you came," he said, licking his lips. He grabbed his crotch.
"On your knees," he ordered, pointing to the floor in front of him.

I got on my knees, tilting my head so I was looking directly at his eyes.
He looked at mine. I kept my arms at my side and breathed calmly. We had
talked about this meeting and what we might like. He slowly raised his
arms up and rested his hands on the back of his head. His flannel shirt
seemed painted on his biceps, and in this position they looked big,
strong, sexy, warm, and protective. The way I like them. My admiring eyes
were wedded to them, and I daydreamed a bit, floating blissfully in his
arms, being cradled, being...

"My eyes are over here," he barked and I reacted, looking back at his
green beauties. I knew they had me in their spell. He knew it, too.
"What do you want? Say it."

I paused. I didn't want one thing. He knew that.

"Say it." His face was rugged, tough. He squeezed his growing bulge.

"I want to suck your cock, Jose. Now. Here."

"You want to suck my cock, do you?" He slowly unzipped his jeans,
taking his time, occasionally grabbing his crotch and looking at me.

"Yes," I said, trying not to drift back down. "After three years it's
about time."

His pants were opening up to reveal the golden prize, that hidden truth
and its legendary nectar, yet he kept his hands over his cock, concealing
it and driving me crazy. I bit my lower lip.

"My eyes are here, cocksucker," he said. I looked back up to that
rugged face and those sparkling eyes, staying there, and wanting to
return there over and over, as he unfurled his big uncut cock into his
callused hand.

I kept my gaze on his but I couldn't keep it there. I lowered my eyes as
if some magical force controlled them so I could feast unflinchingly upon
that force between his legs.

His foreskin was pulled back just a bit but not completely, and a drop of
precum formed at the slit of his tool. My tongue found that pearly drop
before my brain could register the signal of its presence. My fingers
gently pulled on and massaged the skin on his balls. My mouth was opening
up as I kissed and licked his perfect cockhead, and he looked down at me,
the cocksucker he recently met bungee jumping. He seemed pretty darned
pleased with himself and began to unbutton his shirt.

I took a deep breath, looking at his face with unadulterated lust for
him, just him and no one else, and he saw that something was about to
happen and he knew it was unstoppable. He reached the last button, and as
his shirt fell open to reveal his big hairy chest and belly, I grabbed
his hands with mine for leverage and deep-throated the entirety of his
big uncut cock. It was probably eight and a half inches if I measured it,
but who the hell cares right now, I thought.

I gulped and squeezed my throat muscles, humming and feeling him in me
before returning up for air. Jose looked surprised and was about to say
something when I went down on him again, balls-deep and away from my
teeth, lapping here and there with my tongue and using my throat for his
pleasure. And mine.

He moved his body and mine along with it, sinking into the nearby sofa. I
was still on my knees but this position was even better for both of us. I
sighed and licked at his cock, focussing on the underside and the
pleasure it gives. His thighs trembled and I paused to admire him.

"You have a really nice cock, Jose," I said, which was true enough, but
not really the truth I meant to say.

"And you are a really good cocksucker, Sam," he said. I slowly
swallowed it all again, looking at him, into his timeless green eyes.
"Fuck," he continued. "Seeing you look at me with my big cock stuffed
down your throat is...I don't know. Your mouth belongs on my cock."

I continued to lick him and his precum responded in kind, flowing into my
mouth and making me happy. I let my hands wander over his hairy belly,
getting lost with my imagination as I developed a crush on the sexy man
before me.

"I don't have washboard abs," he said, and I was momentarily taken out
of the mood.

"Neither do I," I said, "but if I ever wanted a man of my own, his
belly would be like yours. Let me try something." Before he could say
anything, and I knew he wanted to, I shifted my body, and again, he saw
that something was going to happen. He raised his arms and clasped his
hands behind his head. His arms were so big and strong and how I loved to
look at them.

I began working on his cock as before, but now the angle was different,
and I reached with one hand to one of his nipples, which were hard and
tantalizing. I squeezed it, then using his belly as leverage for my head
I swallowed that legendary big uncut cock of his to the root, squeezing
his nipple again. He moaned, deep and guttural, and he must have felt how
different a deep-throated blowjob was when using his belly like I did.
Now I was the one who felt pleased with himself. We both saw it.

Precum was really flowing now, and I moved back so I could taste it again
on my tongue. Each time it hit me it was a true force of nature, and I
knew I needed more, and I wanted him, and I wanted us to have an amazing
never-ending weekend of bliss.

"You have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen, Jose," I confessed.
I started to lick his hairy balls, marveling at the thickness and
muscularity of his thighs. I came off his cock and straightened up,
gently rubbing his balls to maintain contact with his skin.

"What?" He seemed to be in another world.

"You have beautiful thighs." I looked at them like a love-struck
teenager.

"You're blushing," he said. "You really like my thighs?"

I nodded.

"No one has ever said that to me."

"Well I have, just now." I used my thumbs to apply pressure to parts of
his thigh, and he sucked in his breath, mesmerized. I continued this for
a bit, moving along the sensitive points in his muscle.

"Wow," he exclaimed, "I could get used to that."

I continued sucking him now, looking at him as my pace and moans
increased. I started to babble as I nursed and licked and swallowed,
commenting on how remarkable his cock was, telling him I wanted him, but
mostly they were just incomprehensible grunts of passion that excited his
trembling cock. He was moaning, too, and his body started to buck,
approaching the final stop before unleashing a deafening howl and days of
his precious seed.

We were still and I momentarily rested my head on his thigh. It made a
great support and I imagined us lying naked in bed in some far-flung
future, and I was yapping about whether clouds dream, my head on his
thigh, his other leg draped over me.

"Let me get a cloth and clean your cock," I said, poised to rise.

"The bathroom is right there." He pointed to a door behind him.
"There's a shelf with towels and stuff." Our eyes met and we said
nothing. We both were grinning.

I brought back a cloth dipped in warm water and a towel. As I cleaned his
cock, he talked.

"That was a darn good blowjob, little cocksucker. I wasn't sure you had
it in you but you proved me wrong, and I know it's just a start. I have
this picture of you in my head, my big uncut cock stuffed balls-deep down
your throat, and you looking up at me, the hungriest cocksucker I've
ever seen. I think I'll see that image forever now, and whenever I want,
too."

He chuckled and patted my head. I finished with his cock and he put it
away, winking at me. I smiled at him as I rose, and the smile slowly
faded when I could no longer see his magnificent award-worthy staff. I
felt deflated.

"Don't you worry," he said, rising. He spun me around and held me
close, his arms so firm and gentle, lowering his mouth to my ear.
"You'll see a lot more of my cock," he whispered, and I felt a
thunderous shudder in my body because a whisper could have that effect on
me when the conditions were right. "Cocksucker." He softly blew into my
ear and started pumping his crotch into me, just a bit so it was
noticeable but not enough to make me squeal. At least not yet. "Pussy,"
he whispered. "And I'm gonna prove to you that what I said was true.
You'll see and you'll love it. And then maybe you'll be my pussy, the
one I'm gonna settle with."

He squeezed me and I gasped, melting into him.

"But first, let's eat!" he exclaimed. "That pie must be nice and warm
by now. And it smells good, little cocksucker."

And so we ate the pie over the following hour, sharing a few laughs and
uncomfortable silent pauses, not knowing yet what to fully expect from
the other. It had been such a long time since I had been with a man and I
knew this was maybe just a hook-up, and that seemed okay. I couldn't
deny it, however; I had a massive crush on him.

Eventually we were back at the couch, he had a beer and I had a glass of
wine, and he started to roll a joint.

"I like to smoke at the end of the day to chill out," he said, "but it
makes me horny, too. I'd usually wish I had my girl to help me out."

"Yeah?" It also made me horny but I was usually alone. And now I was
with him. My heart was racing. I hadn't come since I jerked off the
night after we first met, thinking of him inside me. I couldn't after
that. I wanted to wait for him.

"I'm gonna roll a few joints here. I want you to go in the bathroom and
clean your pussy real good for me. Take your time and do it like you're
cleaning it for your loving husband who needs that pussy of yours. Do you
understand?"

I nodded and got up to get my pack.

"That's a good girl," he said, patting my butt as I stepped by him. He
whistled at me and I giggled in a way that embarrassed me. "I know you
like that," he added as I shut the bathroom door behind him.

I used an enema kit I brought with me and slowly cleansed myself as I
thought about his claim to be a gentle fucker. He had repeated it in
every conversation we had since we met, always punctuating it with, "I
want to settle down." Was I the one he would be settling down with? I
still couldn't go to the last page and see how this all ends.  I was
just going to continue letting things between us happen organically. That
has been my approach since the beginning and it seemed right with me. We
were getting along fine.

Romantic music started to play and light at the bottom of the door
changed to a flicker, as though from candlelight in another room. I
finished up and pondered whether to enter the room naked or wearing the
pajamas we both agreed we might wear on an ordinary end-of-summer night.
I could feel it was cool and likely to get cooler, so I opted for the
pajamas and hoped he did the same.

I entered the room and saw him on the couch, leaning back in the soft
glow of the fireplace, wearing only pajama bottoms. His uncut cock was
hanging out; it was soft yet still big, inviting, and loved. His arms
were behind his head. He saw me and chuckled.

"Is that a dress, Sam?"

"It's a nightshirt, Jose," I answered. "Come on. You know it's not a
dress."

"Looks like a dress to me." He chuckled again. My nightshirt must have
been a turnoff and I felt humiliated.

"I'll take it off," I said, and pivoted for the bathroom.

"Stop, cocksucker," he ordered. I turned to face him. His face was
stern. "Keep it on. Now come here." His cock was hard and bouncing,
excited. "Sit next to me."

I sat next to him and he put his arm around me, pulling me close. He
whispered in my ear.

"You look cute and sexy, cocksucker. And I like you like this." He
continued whispering and lightly touched me by my armpit. It tickled me
and I unexpectedly giggled. He squeezed me and tickled me again. I
giggled once more.

"Stop it," I squirmed. I didn't like to hear myself giggle like that.
"The man of the house doesn't have to be so mean."

He stopped. That comment had an impact.

"You're right," he said. He released me and reached for a joint,
lighting it. "I want my sweet loving pussy to be happy and stay." He
inhaled and passed the joint to me. I took some, held it, and exhaled.

"I might not be the sweet loving pussy you want."

"We'll see."

We continued smoking until the joint was gone. We took sips from our
drinks and I noticed a mirror by the bathroom door.

"Can we go to that mirror?" I asked.

"Why?"

"I want to see what we look like."

He shook his head and stood up, taking my hand in his. We walked up to
the mirror and he stood behind me, firmly holding me. He whispered in my
ear and called me his cocksucker and his sweet loving pussy. I melted in
his arms.

"I think you're in to me," he said, looking satisfied with that
comment.

"Well, I like that you're so big and strong and I'm so small next to
you."

"Just the way I like it." He lifted my nightshirt and nestled his big
uncut cock at the threshold to my hole. "See. It's a dress and perfect
to do this." He rubbed his cockhead against me.

"I feel you at my hole," I said. We were watching ourselves. It was
exciting to see.

"At your pussy," he corrected. Suddenly he picked me up with both arms,
cradling me, and carried me into his bedroom. It took my breath away.

He put me on my back at the edge of his bed, then he knelt there and
spread my thighs, licking his lips and nibbling the flesh around unseen
areas of my body. A tongue flickered across my hole and I trembled. He
licked it and kissed it, sometimes whispering to it that it was his sweet
loving pussy. Everything he did was done with so much conviction that I
began to twist and gyrate in unfathomable ecstasy.

"Your pussy loves this, doesn't it?" he said, and passed his tongue
again over the shuddering opening.

"Yes, my pussy loves it," I murmured, barely able to hear myself
against my thumping heart. Jose stood up and went beside me on the bed,
moving up so his throbbing cock was at my mouth.

"Suck it," he said, and I adjusted my body so my mouth and throat would
fit him perfectly. His cock slowly made its way inside until my lips were
nestled in his bush. I inhaled his musky scent and squeezed my throat
muscles. He sighed. I continued this for a bit.

Soon, he turned me and slid up beside me to spoon me. The light in the
room was dim and the flicker from the fireplace cast shadows on the walls
and squeaking bed. A sappy love song was playing. He reached for a bottle
of lube and squeezed some in my hand.

"Put this on my cock," he said. I reached behind and lubricated Jose's
magnificent throbbing masterpiece, keeping my hand on it. Meanwhile, he
took the bottle and placed it at my hole, squeezing lube into me. He
inserted a finger, then two, and gently turned and twisted them before
removing them. He pinched my anal ring. I squirmed with delight and he
whispered in my ear, pinching and fingering and pinching again. Then, his
finger unexpectedly hit my prostate and I arched my back, a soft gasp of
pleasure escaping from my lips.

"Bring my cock to your pussy," he whispered, squeezing me firmly with
those big strong arms of his. I sighed and squeezed his mighty uncut
cock, positioning it at my quivering, wanting entrance.

I felt the cockhead bouncing gently without entering me. But soon it was
entering, just a bit, and he squeezed me, telling me how good of a
cocksucker I was and how much he needed me as his cock slowly inched into
me. Gentle pauses came and went and time was frozen yet flowed. He lifted
a leg to have more leverage, and the way he did this was so natural that
I eased myself toward him. My pussy was squeezing his cock, swallowing
him until at last he was balls-deep inside me and he grunted into my ear.
He held me with the perfect amount of pressure and we stayed like that
for a while, quiet in the dim light.

He rolled me onto my stomach while staying inside me. His entire body was
covering me and I worried that his weight would crush me. He seemed to
know this and perhaps it was just out of familiarity with himself but he
was able to hover slightly above me, too, so his weight didn't overtake
me. He whispered again, over and over, gyrating on me as his cock, his
big and oh so remarkable cock, gently probed around my prostate. Then, in
one swift move he thrust his cockhead right onto my magic button and his
tongue into my ear. Another gasp escaped from my mouth, only louder this
time, emotional.

Jose rolled onto his back with me snug in his embrace so that I was on my
back but on his belly. He moved us up a bit so his back was against the
headboard and he spread my legs, not too wide but wide enough to feel
amazing. He whispered in my ear.

"I'm really loving your sweet little pussy." He then leaned us both
forward and his cock rubbed against the button. I gasped, shivering as he
continued to hold me firm and spread. "My cock keeps leaking inside
you." He slowly gyrated his hips and I followed, gyrating with him and
squeezing his cock. He moaned his pleasure into my ear, his body gently
trembling.

He rolled me onto my stomach again, gently pumping into me as we rode
these endless waves of pleasure together. I began to sense something
rising inexorably from my hidden depths, and as it began to build I
wondered what it was. It seemed like an orgasm was coming but I wasn't
touching myself so I wasn't certain at all. I had never in my life come
without action on my dick. Jose was nibbling my ear, punctuating that
with a whisper and a thrust of that cock onto my button. I was squirming
now and may have been for several minutes.

Jose rolled us to the back position, continuing his strategic thrusts
without losing a beat, and my body was starting to shake uncontrollably.
It began as a low rumble, like the earth was moving, and I felt that
rising tide inside me had become an unstoppable force. I was moaning as
my chest heaved in unhinged pleasure. And with one final pelvic thrust a
phrase was whispered and the magic button was touched.

"Let yourself go, pussy," Jose whispered as the orgasm overtook my
body. My pussy was quivering and I heard myself crying, as though I had
died, grieved, and was reborn. I then felt Jose tense his body, and
moaning again into my ear he came powerfully inside me. He was still
coming when he rolled us to the side, holding me lovingly and snuggling
some more into me.

I squeezed that big uncut cock of his.

"You were right," I said.

"Ah-hah. I told you.  See, I was right after all." He chuckled in my
ear. "And you do have a sweet loving pussy so I was right about that,
too."

We stayed in that position and dozed for a bit. When I opened my eyes I
noticed the fire was almost out, the music had stopped and Jose was still
inside me. It felt good. He slowly began to stir.

"Hello," he said. "I think I fell asleep."

"Me, too," I said. I squeezed him. "You're still inside me."

He chuckled.

"I'm so happy you're here," he said. I gave a nice long squeeze in
response. He loved that. "So...what do you want to do next?" he asked.

 "I don't know and...and it doesn't matter. Let's just keep these
moments together going."

"Or growing." He was harder and wanting, and he gave a sudden thrust to
hit that strange fleshy button that we knew would lead inexorably to
bliss, not the ordinary bliss of mundane affairs but the nameless one
that goes farther and deeper than anything. But that would be later, and
later again. For now I squeezed tightly and held onto him.

"Actually I think I do know," I said. "I want to do everything and
nothing with you next.  Okay? There is no last page."