Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2008 16:14:34 +0000
From: john@rabancourt.co.uk
Subject: More Than I Bargained For - 3

			 More Than I Bargained For

		 by John Dawson ( john@rabancourt.co.uk )

3: Loving and Living

At the end of the following week he gave up his rented
room and moved in with me. Even though my flat was
small, we never seemed to get in each other's way or get
on each other's nerves. He was (fortunately) much tidier
than me, and managed to keep the floor reasonably clear
of dirty clothes and used condoms, and the kitchen sink
clear of dirty pots and pans. For my part, I really did try to
be tidier and cleaner, though it wasn't in my nature.

One afternoon I came home from work and found him
washing up, dressed only in a pair of my trackie trousers,
very loose-fitting on him. He began to turn to hug me but I
said sharply, "No, stay exactly where you were." As he
turned back to the sink I got on my knees behind him,
pulled down the loose trackies, and buried my nose and
then my tongue in his arse crack. He moaned softly and
moved backwards until he could lean with his hands on
the front of the sink, which opened up his arse even more
and my tongue slipped inside.

After a few minutes of concentrated tonguing, he began to
chant, "Fuck me, oh, fuck me, please, fuck me ..."

"Just a mo, I'll go and get a condom."

"Wait. Don't use a condom. I know you've always used
them with other men, so have I -- so you don't need them
with me."

My brain thought of numerous things I should say or ask,
but my clothes flew in all directions as I stripped while
dashing into the bedroom for lube. He was so worked up
and open that my cock slipped right in until I actually
lifted him off his feet, and reaching round I found, as I
expected, that he was already leaking pre-cum, which I
smeared round the head of his cock. He brought one hand
down to start wanking himself as I fucked him, but I
smacked it away and said, "No, that's all mine." Gathering
more of his pre-cum I slicked up his nipples, which made
them as hard as diamonds and made his arse contract
rhythmically round the shaft of my cock.

I fucked him as slowly as my body would let me. His
insides actually rippled, gripping me and then releasing
me, and I gradually timed my thrusts to get the maximum
friction. Just when I began to feel his prostate contracting
rhythmically, bringing me closer and closer to exploding, I
gently pulled out of him.

He half turned and looked over his shoulder with an
amusing (to me) expression of mingled frustration and
surprise. "What ...?"

"Quiet," I ordered him, "remember that I'm in charge
here."

The flush spread from his face down his chest and reached
his cock, which became so hard that the skin on his shaft
shone. He was clearly extremely turned on by my
domination, even though we both knew it was only in
play. I seized his arm and pulled him into the bedroom.
Putting a towel on top of the blanket box I told him to lie
down on it on his back, and to hold his legs up behind the
knees. Then I sat astride the box and shuffled forwards
until my cock grazed his twitching arse hole. He moaned. I
nearly came, but managed to restrain myself by reciting
Latin plant names to myself for a while.

Over the next twenty minutes I teased his hole mercilessly,
just beginning to slip inside then pulling out again (that
took some willpower, I can tell you!) He was sweating and
nearly crying with frustration, and precum was pouring
out of the head of his cock, which hadn't been touched in
all that time. I stood up and bent over him, taking a deep
snort in each of his armpits. My own precum burped out
and pooled on his stomach. Looking at his face I could see
that his eyes seemed focused somewhere inside of him,
and he was desperately willing himself not to touch his
cock or mine and bring things to an exceedingly messy
conclusion.

Sitting down again I placed my cockhead just at his
entrance, grabbed hold of his thighs and pulled him gently
towards me. If I live to be a hundred I shan't forget the
sensation of sliding into his hot, lubed, gripping tunnel,
nor the expression on his face as I bottomed out inside
him, my balls trapped under his sweating cheeks. I didn't
move a muscle.

His face went from pleased, to surprised, to almost pained,
then his eyes opened in wonder and his mouth rounded
into a silent exclamation. A thick splodge of cum drooled
out of his cock slit and flowed down his shaft. We both
held our breath, waiting for the inevitable, both knowing
that nothing on earth could now stop him coming. His
eyes opened wider and wider, and began to roll back in his
head, as a moaning sound got louder and louder in his
throat and finally burst forth in a great roar as the dam
exploded. "Oh ... my ... god ... fuck! ... FUCK!! ...
Aaaaaaagh!!!"

The first shot was more like a jet and reached as high as
my eyes, then two more lower ones, then a positive rain of
cum splattered all over his chest and belly. Such a
powerful orgasm had an effect inside him, too. His
channel squeezed my cock so hard that it hurt, then rippled
over my already super-sensitive cockhead. It was too
much. Without thrusting or even moving, I could feel the
cum building up and travelling through my tubes. There
was an instant of stillness, then it was as if I'd had a
seizure. Every muscle contracted at the same time, all of
them intent on one thing -- forcing as much of my spunk
as far into him as possible. I yelled wordlessly as the
strongest orgasm I'd ever had ripped through my body. It
didn't even feel like separate jets, but as if all my seminal
fluids had been sucked out of me all at once by some
mighty milking machine.

I collapsed forwards on to his belly, and passed out for a
while. Whether it was for seconds or hours I couldn't have
told you, but when I came to, we were welded together
with Sean's drying spunk. I sat up. He was asleep, but still
holding his legs up; I was deeply embedded in him, and
(amazingly) mostly erect. It felt wonderful. I began to
thrust gently into him, my cock squishing through the
gallons of cum I seemed to have deposited there. It was a
fantastically sexy feeling.

His eyes opened, he blinked and looked somewhat
surprised, then grinned. "A hard man is good to find," he
misquoted, and then punned, "and they don't come much
harder than you!"

"If your fingers aren't squeezing my nipples in the next
five seconds I'm going to pull out and let you finish
yourself off."

He took me at my word, spread some of his spunk on his
fingers, and started to twist and squeeze my nipples. My
cock got even harder and the sensation from my nipples
shot right down to my toes, making my cock tingle
rhythmically on the way. I continued to slide in and out on
the wave of my cum. His cock unglued itself from his
belly and started to rise, the foreskin pulling back and
revealing his cummy cockhead. Not for the first time, I
regretted that I wasn't flexible enough to suck him while
fucking him, so had to make do with my hand, rotating it
round his extremely sensitive glans, which made his hips
buck and his voice moan.

Eventually I settled into a rhythm -- just holding my
fingers in a loose ring round his slippery glans, so that I
was scarcely touching him, I used the motion of my in-
thrust to push his cock through the ring, and my out-thrust
to let it slip back. After coming so hard earlier, I knew that
it would take me a while to build up again, and I didn't
want him to come too soon and go off the idea of being
fucked. This made him pour precum, which kept my
fingers slippery.

Sean closed his eyes in ecstasy. "Open your eyes," I
murmured, "look into my eyes as I fuck you and make you
mine. I want to see every atom of emotion as you
experience it." The bond between our eyes was almost
strong enough to touch. I sent the enormous love I felt for
this wonderful man, as well as the plain lust that gripped
my spasming body, and received back such a look of
adoration that my mind went into overdrive.

Both of us could only take a limited amount of these
feelings, both emotional and physical. I felt my cockhead
swell inside him as it sloshed through his cummy insides,
and the wider it became the more strongly it scraped on
the walls of his chute and across his prostate. I fucked a
little faster and tightened the ring of my fingers. His
expression became disbelieving, then almost panicky, then
totally astonished and he cried out, "Now! Do it now!
Fuck me!! Fuck me harder ... please!!!"

But there was no need for me to change what I was doing
at all. He scrunched up his face as the messages from his
cock became overwhelming and he began to come --
internally at first, with rippling contractions, then the slit
in his cockhead opened and I knew the time had arrived.
One final deeper plunge and I felt my spunk exploding
into him like bullets. "I love you Sean, oh I love you!!" as
I gripped his cockhead and rotated it once in my greasy
hand. With an agonised cry the spunk started to shoot out
of him like a firework and pour over my wanking hand.

As his incoherent noises died down he turned his head to
one side, then looked back up at me. There were tears in
his eyes, but I could tell that they were tears of joy. "Even
by the standards of our sexual activities that was
outstanding! Thank you. And Jethro, you already know
that I love you -- I've loved you ever since you first held
me in your arms."

It was my turn to have tears in my eyes.