Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2007 00:33:34 +0000 From: xangel.author@gmail.com Subject: Friday Fun with Fence I came home early on Friday afternoon. My job is one that many would find envious. I'm an attorney and I think, a good one. My clients are divorce candidates and people with small-time run-ins with the law who need advice on quick fixes to legal problems. Nothing really big, usually. Today, however, a man comes into my office and tells me a story that had me so boggled in the head that I had to take a break, so I cut out early after work and headed to my small but spacious house in the hills for a stiff drink and a few hours to myself. My own wife had left me about six years back when she suspicioned I was having an affair. She had no proof but thought that her hairdresser and I were having one wild weekend after another when she was out of town. As it turns out, she was right but it was with the wrong hairdresser. My wife had thought that the buxom blond, Diana, and I were doing the nasty when in fact, it was the beefy blond, Bryan, that was making more than my hair curl on the weekends she was out of town. I let her have what she wanted and the divorce was one of the neatest I'd ever seen. I was just glad to have my freedom back. No more schedules, no more sneaking off, no more pretending I liked putting my cock into that nasty swamp she called a sex organ between her thighs. When I got home on Friday, I let myself in and put my keys in the brass bowl on the small desk just inside the door. I slipped my shoes off and slid them under the same desk. I hadn't had lunch so I wandered into the kitchen and began rummaging for food. As I was standing in the cooling light of the icebox, I glanced out the window. Closing the door, I moved closer to said window to get a better look at what was standing by my pool, a long, slender pole in his hand that disappeared into the water. It was a man. That was strange since my pool cleaning service usually only hired women. "Mer-Maids" was their cheesy name and usually, some big-breasted chick named Mandy was the one who showed up to do the cleaning. Today -- however, there was a new person doing this work and I wanted to see who he was, up close! Going outside in my suit and socks, I stuck to the paved walkway until I was close enough to the man that he could hear me without my having to shout. "Hey there!" I called out, evenly. "Well, boy-howdy!" The man countered, turning to face me with a startled smile. "Where the heck did you come from?" He said, his "o" sounding like a "u" so that it came out "yuu" and "fruum". "Here I done thought I was here alone." He added with a widening of his smile. "Are you new?" I asked, dumbly. "A new poolman, that is." "Well, not particul'rly." He responded with a smile and a scuff of his hat so as to knock it up on his head and the bill out of his eyes. "See, I own the company but my girl's out sick today so I thought I'd fill in." "Your...girl?" I asked, taking him in casually. "Mandy, she works for me." He volunteered, hitching his baseball hat back a bit farther to reveal a mop of brown hair. "She and the other three that I got in the office." "Ah," I said, noticing the curl of dark hair that ringed the neckline of his t-shirt. "So, you're married?" I went on, trying to sound casual. "Hell naw!" He said with a might laugh. "I ain't never been on the business side of marrying. The closest thing I got to marryin' was taking in those three gals that work for me. You know, they were all down on their luck and I gave `em all a place to work and they live above the business, sorority house-style." "That was nice of you." "Well, shoot," He drawled. "I wasn't going to let `em starve." I stood there for a silent moment as this man pulled the pole from the water and it to the side of the pool. When he bent at the waist, the back of his coveralls hugged what was sure to be a nice, muscled ass. From the lack of other lines beneath it, he was going commando today. "I'm Fence, by the way." The man had straightened and extended his hand, which I took in my own. I smiled at him as I pumped his hand, holding mine in a tight grip. He had the kind of hazel that seemed to shift in the sunlight from dark green to light brown and back again, even as I watched. He had a three-day growth of hair on his face and that gave his face a more squared shape than maybe he would have had without it. His mouth bent to the left when he smiled and his front left tooth was chipped. "And you are?" He said, gripping my hand a little tighter and shaking it and me back to the place I was standing. "Oh," I said, stupidly. "Me, I'm Christian." "I'm Atheist, myself." "What?" Fence chuckled at his own joke but didn't release my hand. I glanced down at it and he released me with an apology. He might have been sorry but I was tasting the Sahara in my mouth, and feeling like my heart was going to bust right through my chest. I was a bit light-headed and didn't know if I was going to be able to stand right for the next few seconds. I didn't know what was wrong with me. It was almost like I was going to faint or something. Swoon, my grandmother would have called it. "You okay?" "I'm...good." I lied, looking up at him. "I'm just going to go inside...would you like to come inside with me?" "What for?" Fence responded with a chuckle. "Iced tea, of course." I recovered quickly. "Maybe when I get this finished. I don't like to quit in the middle of a job. What about thirty minutes and I'll take you up on that tea?" "Sure, thirty minutes, then." I turned and headed back to the door of my house and once inside, thought I needed to sit down. What was wrong with me? This guy was right out of a Tex Avery cartoon and I was drooling in my socks over him. That was nuts! So was getting up out of the chair and going to the fridge to take out some lunch meat, mayonnaise, cheese and some chilled glasses from the freezer. Even as I piled on the thick lunch meat, dabbed the bread with mayo and cut the finished sandwiches into triangles, I thought I was loosing my ever-loving mind! I hadn't even changed out of my suit and was running around my kitchen in my socks making sandwiches for the pool guy! I put the finished sandwiches back in the fridge and poured some iced tea into one of the glasses, drinking it down quickly before refilling it. I had to be casual about this, after all! Just as I'd put the glass down on the counter, the back door opened and Fence stepped through it, almost causing me to drop the glass. "I'm a little early," He said, his words drawling a bit. "Can I still take ya up on that tea?" "I have the glass right here." I said, offering it to him. His fingers grazed mine. He looked at me and I looked back and it seemed like there were a few sparks but this big, butch man couldn't be gay...could he? Hell, things like that only happened in porn or in those letters columns to gay guys magazines, didn't they? It certainly didn't happen to me, that's for sure. "It's cool in here." Fence said after a long drink from his glass. "Nice after being outside all afternoon." "Are you hungry? I have some sandwiches from yesterday in the fridge if you'd like one." "That's mighty nice. I am a little hungry, I skipped lunch, you know." I took the sandwiches from the fridge and put the plate on the counter, moving around this big hulk of a man standing in my normally empty kitchen. There was a whiff of grass, chlorine and sweat as I moved that was so damned sexy it was all I could do to keep from tackling him and begging him to lick it off. Instead, I watched him take a huge bite from one of the corners of the sandwich and wash it down immediately, almost as if he hadn't chewed it at all. Soon, he'd cleaned the plate of both sandwiches and drained his tea glass completely. "So, where's the bedroom?" He asked, fixing me to the floor. "The...bedroom?" I said, stupidly. "Hell, I ain't stupid." Fence replied solidly. "I saw you looking me over outside and those sandwiches had fresh cheese on `em. Cheese that's been in the cold like that overnight have a hard edge from the air." "I..." "It's okay, Chris." He smiled. "You're a nice-looking guy and your pool was the last one of the day. I'm free until tomorrow morning at seven in the a.m." "Christian." "What?" He asked, looking strangely at me. "Christian...not Chris. I don't like to be called Chris..." I said, weakly. He took a step toward me, I took one back -- bumping into the counter. He had been closer to me than I'd thought him to be. Now, he was standing not four inches from me and the smell of grass, chlorine and sweat was all I could smell. My hands went to the counter to support myself as he leaned his face in closer to mine. "Well, Christian," He said, his breath slightly minty and stale at the same time, but hot and causing that taste of dry, arid nothing to come back to my own mouth. "You want to take me to the bedroom or should I just fuck you right here in the kitchen?" My cock swelled in my dress pants. "Fuck...me?" I stammered. His hand cupped my crotch, lifting my balls and hard cock in his palm. "Isn't that what you want?" "No..." "Then you want to fuck me, is that it?" Fence said with a sly smile. "Either way, it doesn't matter but som'body's gonna get dick this afternoon." He leaned in closer and I felt his mouth close gently over mine. It was surprising, this tenderness, and welcomed, as well. His hand released my cock and balls and slid up my hips, under my suit coat and onto my back. Smooth lips slid against mine over and again and as I opened my mouth, his tongue took the invitation and slid gently inside my mouth. I met it with my own and a groan came from my big pool guy. The kiss deepened, Fence turning his head to better get his tongue into my mouth. His other hand slid under my jacket and onto my back to hold me close with his other one. I let my hands do the same, his jumpsuit rough under my fingers. When the kiss ended, he leaned back and looked at me with those hazel eyes. "So? The bedroom?" "Sure." I disentangled myself from his arms and headed into the bedroom from the kitchen. I had a wrought-iron framed bed with a Comfort-Sleep bed. It was covered in a caramel spread and had three large pillows at the head. As I came inside, I thought to myself how gay this whole room looked with its caramel and tan color scheme and tasteful chairs and black nightstand tables. I was about to apologize for it when Fence came into the room and gently closed the door. "You expecting anyone?" He asked, his hand still on the doorhandle. "No." "Good." He said, moving to the nearest chair and sitting down to take his right boot off. "I see you've got me beat in having your shoes off, already." I laughed nervously. Both of his boots came off easily and he placed them side by side by the door. His black socks followed and he stuffed them into the boots. Standing, he unzipped his coveralls and was about to pull them off when I crossed the room and took hold of the sides where the zipper cut them in half. "Let me." I suggested, hoping he wouldn't say no. "Sure." He nodded with a smile. He turned around and held his arms down. I took hold of the top and pulled down the rough fabric. His back was wide and a thick patch of hair ran across his shoulders to taper into the spine. As I pulled down the coveralls, I watched it widen again into a neat, almost as if it had been shaved, triangle. I let them pool at his waist, unsure why. "You going to stop there?" "No," I answered, mesmerized. Taking hold of the bunched fabric, I pulled a bit and let them slip over his rounded buttocks, seeing the triangle of fur spread again, over his firm ass and down his legs to stop just above each ankle. Fence stepped out of them and turned around, me still kneeling on the carpeted floor with his coveralls in my hands. I looked up at his smiling face and his incredible body. The fur at his ankles ran along his front, over his knees, into his crotch and over his stomach and chest to stop at his collarbone. Through this dense forest, I saw his two burgundy nipples standing proudly, each with a small silver ring dangling from each. My mouth found moisture at this site and suddenly, I just wanted to taste this man all over. "Going to kneel there all day?" Fence asked, his voice rattling in my head. I stood up and laid his coveralls over the chair. I was acutely aware that I still wore my suit, tie and shirt...and socks. I glanced at his socks stuffed into the boots and again, my mouth was wet. Something in my head whispered "I wonder what they smell like" and I turned back to look at Fence's face. "Well?" He said softly. "What do you think?" His chest was nicely rounded, his pecs rounded nicely over his stomach, which was also nicely rounded -- not cut into six separate muscles like most of the model-like gay guys I saw too much of these days. Fence wasn't fat but he wasn't a gym-rat, either and I liked that. Below his slight stomach, a nice, round cock hung over two beautifully round balls that were completely smooth. I looked from them back to his face and found that suddenly, I'd been struck dumb. I couldn't find the words to express my delight. "Am I that bad?" I shook my head but still couldn't speak. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Here was a nice looking, hairy, horny man standing naked in my bedroom and I couldn't do anything but gawk stupidly. "Are you okay with this?" Fence asked and his casual face changed to one of concern. "I mean, am I pushing too hard? Too fast? Did I misunderstand all this?" "No, no," I said in a broken rush. "It's just that...things like this don't usually happen to me." "You've been with guys before haven't you?" "Sure I have...but not guys like you." "Gotcha. Guys like me meanin' what?" "Hot...guys." I said, wondering what was happening to me. "Guys...I mean..." "So you think I'm hot?" Fence asked, that smile coming back as he took a step toward me to close us together again. "What do you think is so hot about me, Christian?" "All of you." I said, not able to stop myself. Suddenly, my suit was too tight. Fence's hands slid up onto my shoulders and under my jacket. I felt it's heavy weight lift and let it slide down my arms, into the chair behind me. Nimble fingers found the knot of silk at my throat and I felt it loosen fully as he pulled it off of me. Next, his fingers found the buttons of my shirt and began to let them slip through the eyes one at a time. My shirt effortlessly joined my jacket in the chair and his fingers worked the belt from my waist. I couldn't take my eyes from his, even when he undid the front of my tented pants and let them slip down my hips. When they pooled at my feet, I made a mental note to step free of them when my legs began to work again. "Show me how hot you think I am." Fence said to me in a low, husky voice. That smell of grass, sweat and chlorine assaulted me as he lifted his right arm and bend it behind his head. A dark thatch of fur in the pit of his arm called to me and I leaned forward to bury my face in it. I felt the weight of his heavy arm on my back as I took in a lungful of his scent. It was good that he was holding me; I almost fell out in utter lust as the tangy-musk of sweat intoxicated me. "Taste it." My tongue slid out to lap at his armpit. The salty-bitter taste was like the sweetest honey and I sucked at the hairy thing to get more. My hands went to his hairy chest to steady myself and my mouth began sucking all of him I could into my mouth. I wanted all he would let me suck out of his sweaty pit. A thought occurred to me as I sucked at the sweat -- he had two of these honey-pits. Moving from his hairy cleft, I looked into his hazel pools and he smiled. Lifting his other arm, he closed his right one around me. His smile widened as I moved eagerly to clean his sweat with my mouth and tongue. My hands moved along his chest, my fingers grazing his nipples and the silver rings that dangled there. I was hungry for man and I couldn't stop myself from gorging on this offering. Course hairs went into my mouth, sweet, manly sweat sucked from them and all the while, I was breathing in his musky scent, making my cock throb. "Damn, boy," Fence said, his arm tightening on my back. "You like you some pit juice, don't you?" All I could do was moan as I tongued his armpit, getting all he had to offer. I flattened my mouth to his skin, the animal of lust taking over. I wanted this man's stink on my face, in my mouth, in my nose, everywhere. "Easy there, Christian." Fence said, his hand closing over the back of my head and pulling me back. "I think you've got it all. Let's see what we can't do about working up another good sweat and you can feed some more." His right arm slipped down to my neck and pulled me into it while his left one swept under my legs and soon, I was hoisted into the air. Pressed against his hairy body was fantastic and I let my hands roam his chest as he carried me to the bed. Like I was the most precious thing he'd ever held, he put me on top of the cover, easing himself over the top of me. Tender lips found mine again and his tongue slipped easily and quickly into my mouth, this time. For several minutes he kissed me, his hands going through my own fur to roam my stomach and chest. He fingered my right nipple and the metallic bar I wore through it, bringing it to full erection in no time. I couldn't keep my hands off him, either. I was tugging at his nipples and fingering his rings, too. Fence's body rubbed against me, his cock sliding along my leg, my thigh, my own cock and my stomach. He was humping my body and I was moaning against him every time he altered his movements. "Get up on those pillows," Fence said softly as he finally broke our marathon kiss. I moved up the bed and laid against the pillows. Watching him made my cock harder. His body moved like a wolf, calculated and slow. Moving slowly between my legs, he spread them wide and slid in between them. My cock oozed a silver stream of pre-cum that he swiped up with his index finger and sucked into his mouth with a moan of "yummmmm". "Want me to suck it for you?" He asked, his drawl making his request sexier. I nodded, dumbstruck. "Ask me." He teased, pulling on my prick to let it slap against my stomach. "Fence...would you...please...suck on my cock...for me?" "Now that was nice." He said, leaning up a bit and pulling the mushroom head toward him. "That was real sweet, Christian." I watched his mouth open and cover the head of my cock slowly, letting the spongy tip disappear easily into his open orifice. I watched the first inch disappear and then the next until his nose was grazing my chestnut pubes. His mouth kept going until he'd gotten me all into his mouth. The pressure of his mouth increased when he came up -- sucking hard on my rod to make me shudder. Tight lips rounded over my head and came off without a noise. "Delicious." Fence said with a pleased look. "Should I go on? You like that first taste, did you?" I nodded, dumbstruck. "You're gonna hafta use words, boy, if this is going to work out. Don't be afraid to tell me what you liked and what you don't. If it feels good, let me know." "It did." I answered. "It does. All of it feels great." Fence smiled, kissed me deeply once more before returning his mouth to my cock and this time, his talented lips pressed tightly as he eased his mouth down my shaft. The tight ring he created with his lips coaxed more and more pre-cum from me and Fence began to moan as I fed him my stuff. I began to work my hips as he sucked me. His hand formed a tight ring around my balls and his head began to bob beautifully in front of me. "That's...great, Fence." I moaned, watching him expertly working my cock. I laced my hands behind his head occasionally and eased his head down onto me For a long few moments, he let me fuck his face before standing and kissing me deeply with the same tongue that had been wrapping itself around my cock seconds ago. I kissed him back, probing his mouth deeply. "Turn around, sweet thing." He said and I complied. He eased me up from the pillows and onto my knees. His hands on me were firm but soft and those same hands roamed my back for a few moments before rounding over my butt to spread my ass cheeks. Equally gentle fingers began working lightly on my asshole and soon, he was prying me apart to make room for his soft, warm tongue. He flattened it against my flesh before using the point of it to slip into me. I writhed under him and moaned my pleasure aloud. His hands roamed my stomach and cock through my spread legs. He was so careful to stroke my cock enough to keep me hard through his oral loving of my hole but not hard enough that I would spew my pent up load. "More?" He asked, taking a break. "Yes, please!" His hands gripped my ass cheeks and he pulled them apart, wider this time, pushing his tongue into me even deeper than before. Looking back, I saw him working his head back and forth, his tongue lashing my hole. Leaning back, the tip of his finger grazed me and began to slide against my tender skin. It was torturously hot as he began to work his finger against my asshole while his tongue worked alongside it. I felt my muscular ring give and his finger slid into me like I'd been greased! A long moan from the pit of my stomach rumbled out of my mouth and I heard him chuckle before continuing to suck and lick at me. Soon, another finger had slid into me and I was riding his hand in a gentle gallop while his tongue lubed and licked me. "Are you going to fuck me?" I asked between my gaping legs. "Ya want me to?" he asked, his other hand sliding up along the plane of my back. "Ya really want me to slip my dick in you?" I leaned down onto my arms after folding them in front of me. My whole body relaxed and pliant, I smiled back at him. "Yes...please." I didn't go in for the "top or bottom" nonsense. If it felt good, then I did it and there were times like now when a nice cock like the one Fence now rubbed along my asshole was going to feel very good, indeed. I pushed my legs farther apart and settled down onto my arms as I enjoyed the spongy probing of his cockhead. "Ya got some slick stuff?" he asked playfully and I just pointed to the nightstand. "Yeah, this'll get you going." He said, leaning over me and taking the bottle of lube off of it. "It warms, huh?" "Oh yeah." "Do you?" He said, the satiny stuff going onto my skin. "You gonna warm real nice when I start layin' it to ya?" "I think I might just do that." Fence chuckled again and leaned his massive body over me, his bear-like arm sliding under me to hold me to him. His mouth found my shoulder and neck and as he playfully bit and kissed me there, I felt the insistence of his dick pushing against my hole. I moaned again, begging him to slip it into me and as I finished my plea, the head broke through my muscled ring. I gasped and his hand held me tighter. "Not hurtin' ya, am I?" "No..." I said, truthfully, touched at his question. "No...not at all...but it's been a while, you know?" "You let me know if I hurt ya." Fence went on, his hand finding my nipple and pulling playfully. "This is supposed to be fun for both of us, not just me." His dick slid slowly, opening me up like a mole in a tunnel and I moaned with pleasure at every added inch. He was masterfully entering me and I was more than happy to be entered -- for once! Most men didn't know how to do this -- they just pointed and shoved! No finesse, no tact -- just muscle and brawn and that kind of thing wasn't for me. That was the reason I didn't take dick often. I could get that kind of treatment from a thug on the street, I didn't need it from the guy I chose to share my bed. Fence was proving to be different from a lot of guys I'd been with. "That feel good?" he asked as his hips continued to feed me cock. "Oh yeah..." I answered as his hand ran along my stomach and up to my nipple. "That is excellent, Fence..." I said in a dreamy voice as I was filled with his dick. When he was fully inside of me, both hands began to rub on my stomach and tweak at my nipples. I took several deep breaths to steady myself for the fucking he was sure to give me. When I was relaxed, he pulled me against him and then pulled both of us to a kneeling position on the bed, his cock still inside me and throbbing. Feeling the heat of his body against me, I took it all in and watched my own dick drool its acceptance for all of what was happening to me. "Most men don't take their time with you, do they?" Fence asked, kissing my neck. "They don't take the time to enjoy what that sweet ass of yours can do for the right dick up in it, huh?" "No..." I said softly. "I'm not most men," He continued. "In fact, I'm better than most men. I'm not gonna fuck you, Christian." "Why not?" I asked, wondering if this was the end of my glorious Friday fuck-fest. "Did I do something wrong?" "Oh no, baby," Was the warm response. "You did everything right. I'm not going to fuck you; I'm going to make love to you. The way every man should make love to you." Gently, he eased me back down on the bed and took hold of my hips. With long, easy strokes, he began to enter and leave my ass. Relaxing was easy, his whole body was enough to make me do that. He glided into me like warm butter had coated his cock and my ass. Fence had me moaning, writhing and feeling like I was being stroked from the inside out...and I was! This man knew how to fuck! Slipping out of me, he turned me over and laid over me. His mouth covered mine and his tongue began to do the same thing to my mouth that his cock had been doing to my ass. Kissing me was so much like the icing on the cake that when his cock slid into my waiting hole again, I was almost in a sugar coma! My hands roamed his back, his chest, his hips, arms, face -- touching anything about him I could. When he began to work himself into me again, it felt like a stranger coming home! My moans filtered out around his mouth and I bucked my hips up to meet him. Hefty arms slid under me, hooking my legs over them and I felt myself being lifted. Fence lifted us up off the bed and moved over to the wall where he propped me and began slow-fucking my ass. His mouth moved over mine, my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders and back along the same route to cover my mouth again. His hands held my ass, pulling me slightly apart for his prick to penetrate me deeper. My legs spasmed in pleasure and my toes curled deliciously as I was deep-dicked by this hairy poolman! He moved us onto the floor and slid out of me. Turning me onto my knees again, he directed me to put my arms in the chair that faced us. I did as he wanted and felt his mouth working on my asshole! I spread my legs farther than before for him and was rewarded with the thick wedge of his tongue spearing into me time and again to wet me again! His mouth worked me over but never sucked -- not wanting to rid my hole of his natural lube! Between my legs, my cock was oozing its own lube -- which Fence slipped onto his fingers and just when I thought he was going to add it to his spit -- I heard him slurping it into his own greedy mouth. "I want all of that you can give me," He told me softly as his spongy cockhead was rubbed along my juicy crack. "Feed it to me like dessert." He pulled on my hips and his cock slid into me. I felt the head slide home and moaned my pleasure! Slow movements of his hips buried himself in me time and again and soon, he was slow fucking me while rubbing my back He began to talk to me, soft words of affection, telling me how good I felt to him, how beautiful I was from this angle, how his dick felt going into me...and my cock drooled heavier with each compliment. He'd have his dessert soon enough if he continued this way! Pulling me out of the chair, he laid me on the floor, on my back. Lifting my left leg, he slid into me again, kissing me as he did. His hand brought my leg up a bit higher and he began to fuck me from the side, his beautiful dick entering and entering and entering me over and over! I held onto him, my left arm around his neck and waited for each fantastic thrust of his hips. "Feel good?" He asked again and I nodded to him, kissed him and begged him not to stop. Turning me over, he eased me to my knees and continued to slide into me. I opened my ass up to him, reaching behind me to pull my cheeks apart farther. His breathing came a little faster this time and I knew what that meant. Looking behind me, I watched him fuck me...and was surprised that his eyes were open and he was looking at me. He smiled when he saw me looking at him. "You're beautiful like this -- filled up with cock and sweatin' from fuckin'." "Are you close, baby?" I asked him, clenching my ass. "Yeah..." He responded. "But only when you're ready for me to cum." "I am." I admitted. Slipping out of me, he took hold of my legs and eased them over my head. I grasped my ankles and pulled. This opened my asshole in a way that it hadn't been before and Fence stood over me for a long moment as I rested my knees against my shulders. He smiled down at me and slipped his cock into my moist hole. "Oh baby..." He moaned as he began to fuck me slow and deep, his legs tensing and releasing with each downward thrust. He rested his hands on his upper thighs as he fucked me. I could see the length of his cock as he did me, the veins thick and shining with spit. It was sexy as hell to watch it disappear into me and then reappear as he stood. "Facial?" He asked as his body tensed. "Please!" I said, enthusiastically. He slipped out of me, then. And stroked his cock two times from head to base. On the third downward movement of his hand, he stopped at the base and let an arch of beautiful white cum fly from the head and onto my waiting face! Another followed and I caught this second one with my open mouth! I was ready for the third and did the same with it! His fourth hit my chin and his fifth ran over my ass and balls. What a waste of cream, I thought...but his hand closed around my cock and began working it for me. With his hand wrapped around me, he pulled gently and I followed his lead, getting to my feet. When I was standing, he knelt on the floor in front of me, his hand never ceasing its stroking of me. "Feed me, baby." He said with a smile before slipping his tongue under my cockhead. His open mouth formed the perfect receptacle for the load that was coming! "Damn, Fence!" I said, using my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. "I'm close...so...fucking...close!" His hand manipulated me perfectly and soon, I was blowing my creamy load down his open throat! I couldn't stop once I'd started and my pent up orgasm flooded his mouth and spilled out over his outstretched tongue to string along his chin. As my cock jerked mightily with the force of my cumming, I spewed similar strings along his jaw and up onto the bridge of his nose! It was like icing an especially masculine cake! When I'd finally finished, I fell down onto the bed behind me and brought Fence's face up to kiss him. Tasting my own load was an especially thrilling bonus as my tongue delved into his mouth. We both moaned against one another as Fence rose up off the floor to push me back onto the bed and cover me with his body. The kiss brought us into the bed's center and I felt his still-hard cock between my legs as he ground himself gently against me. "What sort of weekend plans ya got?" He asked softly when we parted. "What do you have in mind?" I countered. "I was thinking of having you for dinner and again for breakfast, lunch and maybe another course o' dinner if ya think ya might be up for it." He smiled, stroking my hair. "I think I can arrange that." I smiled back. "Maybe I could have you to snack on between meals." I went on, fingering his chest hair. "Oh, I think I might be able to scrounge up a snack or two for you." He said, kissing me deeply one more time. We stayed in bed all that night, leaving only to grab a quick sandwich. We ended up on the kitchen floor for a good two hours, reenacting a scene from "Nine and a Half Weeks" but that's a story for another time, I'm sure. Suffice it to say that I'm rather fond of my poolman and I certainly don't mind being "Fenced" in. In fact, I look forward to it every Friday -- like clockwork! -END-