The following story is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the age of 18 or if this type of fiction is prohibited in the location where you are reading this, do not read any further.
In which Ron and I recount our own history and our meeting with Ron's uncle Abel.
RON'S ROOT
Ron sits back on his smooth chocolate haunches and looks down at his thick dark snake sliding out of my hole, slick with the ivory froth of cum, pre-cum, lube, a quick shot of piss (to mark his territory), and juice from my own ass. My left leg relaxes over his right shoulder as I release the head of his dick with a slight wet, snap of my hole. I smile, as always, at the expression on his face as he sits back after blasting his cup of cream deep in me.
"You always look like you've seen a magic trick," I tease, as my breath starts to slow to normal.
"You know it's a fucking magic hole, that's why. It's the only one I've taken balls-deep strokes into. The BDS of my BDE."
I laugh as he rolls onto his back and we take a few minutes to let our hearts slow. He gives my ass a pat on the side, something he always does to acknowledge the meaning of the gifts of ecstasy we exchange there. I slowly raise my arm, scoop my own salty load of nut off of my stomach, and lick it off my fingers. Feeling relaxed and silly as only an orgasm can make one feel, my mind goes to the serious task of calculating the gallons and gallons of cum he has dropped in me over the years. And the gallons I've slurped off my fingers. It must be three barrels full.
Ron and I have a pretty regular routine of fucking three times a week. The longest time spent is on Friday nights, when he works up twice the load of other days. I can remember only seven weeks over the last 25 years that he didn't throw the baby batter from his hard low-hangers into me: his trips to Thailand and Quebec, my trips to Brazil and Scotland, his appendectomy, and my coming down with COVID. And then there was the extra week after my Brazil trip when Ron was in pain because the tubes to his nuts had become all blocked and twisted up. On Fridays, he fucks me for at least an hour before coming. Sometimes it's two hours if he feels his nuts aren't empty after coming once. I love the feeling of his big prickly nuts on Fridays, dropping lower and lower against my ass as they are weighed down with his thickening load of babies. His thrusts turn athletic when he feels he has to get that second load out. I often wipe his sweaty brow as he looks down and pounds away at my stretched hole, my prostate rolling against the top of his cock head. In our longer sweaty sessions, my hole starts to "talk" - producing that sound inside my ass between slurp, click, and thump as my outer and inner holes relax into a rhythm with his deep strokes against my ass. It turns Ron on even more when he can get my hole talking and I've come to recognize his level of concentration when that's his goal.
Ron's donkey dick has only grown over the many years. When we first fucked, he told me it was twelve or sometimes thirteen inches when he got excited. Some arteries and veins have become more pronounced over the years and it's always over thirteen inches now. Sometimes if I'm late out of the shower and he has closed his eyes briefly on the bed, I'll walk over and touch those arteries as his shaft fills. The head of his dick does resemble the head of a viper, but more round and the size of a billiard ball. When his foreskin has pulled back and the head of his snake starts to pulse with the same rhythm as his heartbeat, we've found that's the time to mount me before his nuts start to ache. If my hole has any "magic," it's in my relaxation of that second hole in me to let his round viper's head in.
We both got off on the worship of my hole and his dick. On holidays or special days each year, we take a few minutes to offer praise. I wrap my hand around Ron's member at full mast and he places his long middle finger into my wet hole. I whisper, "I praise you and the joy your heartbeat has given inside me." He whispers, "I praise you and the place in you that you've given my heartbeat." We'd vary the words some but it always had the sentiment.
Our favorite position has me on my back with one leg over his shoulder. He says he feels in more control of his orgasm that way and that he can get "tantric." I love the stretch of the position -- keeps my legs limber -- and how his wide hard rubbery cock head hits my spot in the middle of each of his thrusts. We both know he isn't genuinely in control of when he loses his thick cum. If I felt like it, my hole could pull the cum out of his big balls in a heartbeat. But I never feel like it and we never mention it. Pounding away at my hole, his hard thick hammer builds up a big load in my own nuts. He is as excited to see my load drained as much as his own.
It's not Friday night though. He'll soon be slipping on the tight red jock he often wears to keep his monster down and from attracting curious strangers, then dressing, and heading to his place for a good night's sleep.
His lube-coated horse dick, resting against my thigh, is cool now but I can still feel the heat off his balls. Reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand, he raises his head and slowly rubs his chest. Tonight, something feels different.
"Hey, remember my Uncle Abel?," Ron says slowly.
"How could I forget that fiasco?," I ask, surprised.
"It wasn't that big of a deal."
"Ask Kristi how big of a deal it was," I laugh.
Ron flashes his grin as he tosses his head back and almost spills the glass in his hand. "Oh, I've heard her laugh about the whole thing a few times since then. She likes telling the story."
"That's true. Those were wild times..."
After the first time Ron and I discovered how much we loved his dick in my ass, things were a bit awkward for a few days. We kept running into each other in large social groups at school and at the river but we were never alone together to talk, or to suggest getting naked together again. I saw him chatting with girls. My girlfriend wouldn't return for another two weeks now and he saw me chatting up girls too. But he and I only had a few awkward glances together or shared a quick "hey."
The Friday evening after our first time, I picked up the phone and called him.
"Hey, how's your week been? You want to go tubing this weekend? It's going to be hot."
"Sure. You got plans tonight?"
My dick bounced in my briefs and I gave my nipple a slow pinch.
"No. What do you have going on?"
"Nothing. I can bring snacks if your place is free to hang out."
"Yeah," I spat out. "Come on over."
I straightened my place up a bit and walked through a quick shower. I fingered my hole some and cleaned out. Putting on some athletic shorts and a loose t-shirt, I paced my apartment and straightened up more. After about twenty minutes, Ron knocked on the door.
Stepping in, he smiled and handed me a few bags of chips and a six pack of Piggy's Root. He was wearing green jogging shorts and his crotch was bulging as usual. He had a tight black t-shirt on and some sandals. His toenails were painted sky blue.
"What's with your toes?!"
He laughed. "Yeah, Kristi did that last night. She was into it."
"Kristi? From the river last weekend?"
"Yeah. She's fun."
"You seeing her?"
"We've hung out a few times. You know her much?"
"She's been over here a few times at parties. Seems nice."
"Yeah. She's fun."
"You said that," I laughed.
"Fuck. That beer isn't going to open itself. And bust those chips out," Ron laughed.
He threw himself onto the couch with his legs spread as I turned to the kitchen. He had flipped on the television when I sat down next to him. He sat up and hit mute on the remote immediately though.
"Listen, I've been wanting to talk to you all week. I've never fucked anyone like I fucked you last weekend. Like, I was really blown away how you took my dick. I have never been able to give strokes like that. It's always been too much for anyone to take."
"It was hot. I couldn't believe it myself. I've never shot my load that far."
"You wanna do it on the regular? I love pussy and all but I cum a couple times a day. I usually drop a load down the shower drain each day. And to go balls deep like I did in your hole was amazing."
"Fuck yeah."
"Awesome. No time like the present."
Ron stood up and stripped off his t-shirt, exposing his big dark nipples and smooth dark shoulders from the weeks shirtless in the sun at the river. He pulled me up from the couch and toward my bedroom. Stumbling out of his shorts as we passed the doorway, he flopped down on his back on the bed. His thick horse cock flopped semi-erect against his belly button, and his fat nuts rolled down to settle between his thighs. I slipped out of my clothes and crawled over his growing dick to give his smooth lips a kiss. Our tongues poked at each other as I rubbed my hand over his low fade. I felt his donkey dick grow against my stomach. It was bobbing up and down and felt so hot that I thought I'd have a red mark on me tomorrow.
"Chew on my nips some," he said, "I kept thinking of that all week."
I pushed on his right pec so his nipple sat between my thumb and forefinger. I touched my tongue to his big nip and felt it start to harden. I sucked down hard on his nipple and tugged at the base with my teeth.
"Fuck," he groaned slowly.
I slid my teeth from side to side and felt his dick bob up and down with each pass. He reached for my butt cheek as I moved to his left nipple for the same treatment. He gave my ass a few slaps as I worked over his nips with my teeth and fingers. Long fingers moved closer to my hole as he moaned under me.
I released his nip to take a deep breath.
"You ready to stretch out my hole? It's been hungry all week for your big dick."
"Fuck yeah!"
Ron sprang onto his knees, rolled me on my back and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He put a finger in me for a few pokes and then slid his monster inside. He lasted longer, probably 20 minutes, before blasting his wad deep in me. I felt it in me and wondered when he last came.
True to his word, Ron got into a schedule of fucking my ass off every few days and we had been at it for three years now. It wasn't always easy for me to be receptive when Ron's balls ached but he was understanding and we kept it light. I'd broken up with my girlfriend a couple of years ago after she started to have trouble in her family and had to move home to give them more attention. Ron and I had enough laughs and orgasms that I didn't look for more. Ron and Kristi still hung out some, I think; he had regular coats of nail polish on his toes and I imagined they were from her. I didn't ask if they were involved as anything more than "fun" friends though. She came over to a graduation party I had for a friend once but I didn't see Ron talk much with her.
As autumn rolled around, Ron and I both got busier with our final year of school but always found time to fuck. About three years to the day after that first time that he stepped in to share the shower I was taking, Ron sat up on the edge of the bed as I licked my cum off my finger.
"I've got something to ask you and I hope it's not too weird."
"Oh? What is it?"
"You promise you won't be freaked out?"
"You know I can't promise that. We were in the same psych class during that lesson, Ron."
We both laughed.
"Yeah, I guess I remember. Listen, did I ever tell you I have a gay uncle? He lives in the city. His name is Abel. A big guy, we're not much alike but he's family and I love him. He's my mom's brother."
"I don't remember that, but okay... what's the ask?"
"When I was in the city last week, Uncle Abel and I met for lunch and had a good talk. I actually told him I was bi and had been having wider experiences."
I laughed. "I'm a 'wider experience,' eh?"
"Fuck. You know what I mean."
"Ok. Well, that's cool. I'm glad you did that and had a good talk."
"It was a great talk and he opened up some too. You know he's 45 years old, a total top, and has only fucked ass four times in his life?"
"How on earth would I know that?," I teased. "He's got bad luck or something? Bad breath?"
"No. Listen, that's where the ask comes in. He's not an 'Afrodonis' like me, of course," Ron smiled. "But he hasn't fucked much because of the size of his dick."
"The size of his dick?"
"Yeah, his dick is too big for guys."
"Have you seen it?"
"Fuck, no, he's my uncle."
"Well, you're talking together about it."
"I know but anyway. I told him I knew somebody that loved taking my dick balls deep. You know who that is, don't you?"
I was speechless. I stared at Ron for what must have been twenty seconds. My head started to shake back and forth, then in small circles, and then slowly up and down.
"This is something like a dare, isn't it?," I said.
"No. But if it gets the poor guy laid, then sure. If you had seen the pain on his face when he told me..."
"Why doesn't he fuck one of the guys that already took his piece?"
"That's the catch. It was the same special guy four times on two different occasions. The guy just moved around the world to Japan for a job."
"Oh, this is too rich. Wait, how long has it been since your uncle got laid?"
"Three weeks."
"What the hell? That's nothing."
"Listen, but he's only cum in an ass four times in his whole 45 years. And I'm going to sweeten the deal--"
"What deal?!," I blurted.
"I'm going to sweeten the deal. You know your birthday is coming up, right? Remember that time I'd had those Piggy's and needed to piss when we'd started fucking and you said "go ahead" and I said "no." I've been rethinking that answer."
"Fuck. Now you're talking. I'm in."
Ron knocked on my door a few minutes earlier than our usual Sunday evening quick fuck before bed. He usually arrived early every first Sunday to use the clippers on my crack but we had done that last week. He liked to debut a new jock or pair of underwear on that night too.
"Hey, what's up?," I said.
"Hey. I heard from Uncle Abel. He jumped at the chance to fuck you. I knew he would but listen, he sent me a Polaroid of his piece to share with you."
"Your uncle sent you a nude pic?"
"Yeah, not only that. He said he'd really prefer me to be around while he fucks you."
"Why?"
"He says he would just feel better about it and thought that it might help you relax."
"Okay, I guess. Show me the pic."
"Listen. His dick is really fucking big. I had some doubts about it working out at first but I have a plan."
"Show me the pic."
"I mean he's a big guy. He's like 6'7" and 300 pounds of muscle. He looks like that guy from The Green Mile."
"Well, that guy is handsome. Show me the pic."
"Okay. Just sit down here on the couch and let's have a beer."
"Fuck. Just show me the picture."
Ron opened a manila envelope and handed me a Polaroid. I looked at it and sank into the couch. "Get me a beer," I said.
"We can prepare you for it," Ron said. "It'll work out. I've got a plan. And you'll make him so happy. It'll be a big relief for him until he meets someone like his friend. The one that had to move away."
"Prepare me for this?!," I said, waving the photo.
"Yeah. We can do it. I really do have a plan."
"Okay. I hope I fucking survive. Or I guess I should say that I hope I survive fucking."
Ron went to the fridge and got two cans of lemonade. He pulled me up from the couch and leaned down in a comical way to push my ass into the bedroom with his shoulder.
Ron's uncle Abel was going to come visit in only eight days but Ron's plan was pretty simple. Ron bought some XL Magnum condoms and a variety of vegetables from the grocery store. He got some poppers too but hoped they'd only be used for our training so his uncle wouldn't see them. We set to training my hole each night to take more and more.
On Sunday, Ron trimmed my crack with the clippers and worked a fair-sized zucchini into me once he was done dropping his load in me. Each night that week he fucked me for about ten minutes and then got a bigger vegetable deeper into my hole, with the help of poppers and a shot of tequila. I kept reminding myself that Ron would be filling me with a bladder full of piss next month.
By the night before Abel's visit, I had the thickest eggplant that I'd ever seen deep in me. Ron and I had both pushed and pushed it deep. As I caught my breath, Ron started to pull on the open end of the condom to get the purple monster out of me. The tequila had made us a bit loopy and we joked that we couldn't believe I had taken it all in me. We felt as prepared for Uncle Abel as we could be, though I kept asking Ron what exactly he had to prepare for. Ron pulled the thick eggplant out of me with a big pop and then thud as it fell against the mattress. Ron went to the backpack that he'd brought over. He snaked out a big dildo, thicker than my fist and longer than my forearm. I imagined it must have been someone's gag gift but, after the tequila and poppers that I'd had, I didn't bother to ask him where it came from. I took another hit from the poppers and Ron slid the dildo two-thirds of its length into my hole. I watched my belly button rise up slightly from inside me. "Fuck," I said, "your uncle had better have a big smile on his face after tomorrow night."
Uncle Abel showed up on time, just as the sun was going down and the quiet chill of late September was growing outside. He did remind me of Michael Clarke Duncan from The Green Mile. Ron and his uncle had a certain look in their brows, eyes, and cheekbones so one could see they were related but other than that they were very different. The way he ducked his head slightly as he stepped through the door warmed me to him immediately. The cliche "gentle giant" came to mind.
I'd been walking slowly around my apartment all day. I'd needed it after the stretch my hole had taken last night. Ron had looked my hole over earlier in the afternoon and said it was as "pretty-in-pink" as ever.
I walked over to Abel and we shook hands, as Ron poured some wine in the kitchen. Abel's hands were as big as baseball gloves. I imagined him slipping a thick finger into my ass. Ron and I had picked white wine because it seemed more ceremonial than beer but the bottle of tequila was still in the cabinet if it was needed. Ron seemed more nervous than I was.
"How are you feeling about this?," Abel asked, with a slight smile.
"I'm feeling okay. How are you feeling? Can I call you "uncle"?"
"I'm really excited, of course. Yes... call me 'uncle,' 'Abel,' or 'Dad.'" After a slight pause, Abel said, "Your ass looks really great in those pants."
"Thanks."
"Uncle Abel," Ron said as he handed us each a glass of wine, "I know you've got an hour's drive back to the city. We've got the bedroom all ready."
"You're right. Thanks."
Abel turned to me. "After you."
Abel followed me into the bedroom and Ron followed him. Ron sat on a chair in the corner as I unbuttoned my pants.
"There is a bench there for your clothes, Uncle Abel. Lube, water, and towels are on the nightstand," said Ron. Ron had given attention to the room for the last few hours. He'd arranged some low lights in pink, red, and orange. He'd cleaned up and adjusted the thermostat for the exertion ahead.
"Thanks, Lil Nigga. Thanks for everything," Abel said, looking at my ass as I slipped my pants off. I hadn't bothered with wearing underwear and I flashed my pink hole briefly in his direction.
Abel let out a soft whistle, with a wet finish of drool, under his breath as he peeled off his tee. He unbuttoned and slid off his khakis. They looked stretched to almost ripping against his wide ebony thighs. He was wearing two jock straps! One looked smaller than the other - a lavender XXXL one for support over a navy blue XXL. The straps in back were tight against the deep dimples of his ass cheeks but the pouch in front looked strained and ready to bust, like a produce sack of a four or five small melons. My knees got weak and I slid down to sit on the edge of the bed. My breath became deliberate, in through my nose and out through my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ron's mouth was agape and his forehead glistened with perspiration even in the cool room.
We were all staring at Abel's crotch as he slipped off the purple first jockstrap. In the low peach light of sunset coming through the window, we watched the monster dick at the deep cum gutters of Abel's abdomen start to grow inside the blue jockstrap. It started to remind me of a salmon inside a dark close-knit net. Abel pivoted his thighs some and the expression on his face made me imagine he was willing blood to his crotch. The low light and quiet solemnity of the room made me feel a part of some breeding rite and I reached for my glass of wine from the floor. Ron and I couldn't take our eyes off Abel's crotch but I could tell Abel had started looking at my furry ivory thighs. His eyes sparkled against his dark skin and his teeth flashed behind his sweet smile. Abel leaned forward to slide off his other jockstrap. As he rose back up, his dick developed a few new dimensions. If Ron's dick reminded me of a viper, Abel's looked, in the low light, like a jet black baby seal rolling over on the rocks and boulders of Abel's thighs and balls. Behind his dick, Abel's cantaloupe-sized furry nuts slowly slid down his thighs inside the loosening skin of his nutsack. His crotch was a pool of creatures, full of sights and smells. The room had really cooled but his nuts still slid down to the middle of his thighs. I knew they must be putting out some major heat as the cum in them started to churn. His dick was rolling left and right.
"How long will it take to fill?," I whispered. "You know, get hard."
"A few minutes. It'll be faster if you touch it. Are you still feeling okay?"
My answer was to reach out slowly to put my hand on the side of the widely ridged, soft log swaying and rolling in front of me. It was like moving my hand close to a warming furnace. My hole had started to sweat and I felt it twitch. It often twitched throughout the day, consciously and unconsciously, but now it had started to twitch in a definite rhythm like I've never experienced.
It was mesmerizing to imagine the sheer amount of blood flowing into and coursing through the beautiful monster dick gaining life in front of us. I moved my hand to the underside and felt blood shoot through a thick artery there. His foreskin was still really loose at the head. He had more foreskin than Ron, proportionally. It was a thick purple-black velvet curtain draped down the head of his dick.
Abel stepped toward me so the emerging head of his dick was inches from my face. My nostrils filled with the pheromone-rich hot musk coming from the head. As the velvety blue-black curtain of his foreskin pulled back over top ridge. That slow snap of the foreskin over the ridge, released a new wave of musk that reminded me of the poppers I'd had over the last week. The head of his dick must be full of blood now but I knew the rest of the shaft had more blood to take. I put my hand on the top of the head of his dick. The heat, hardness, and slightly mottled color reminded me of a marble fountain I'd studied by in the park down by the river. Not a second after that thought came to my mind, a slow stream of crystal clear pre-cum started out of his wide piss slit. I ran my hand to the underside of the stream. I ran my thumb under the stream just as it ended its slow stretch to the floor. Lubing my thumb with his pre-cum, I tried to push it into his piss slit. Even in the low light, I could see my thumb would fit with plenty of room but the hard head of his dick gave a lot of resistance. I saw Abel close his eyes and smile as I pushed harder and my thumb entered the head of his cock with a deep suction sound. The bottom of his cock head felt like a small firm pair of buttocks and I imagined that I could someday ask to slide my own dick inside his piss slit.
My thumb opened up a stronger stream of his pre-cum and the slick wet goo was soon running down my wrist, glistening with the prismatic transparency of a diamond before forming a slick pool near the edge of the bed.
While Abel moaned under the finger fucking that I gave his piss slit, I turned to exchange a look with Ron. He was on the edge of his seat but I didn't see an erection in his trousers. His eyes were as wide as anytime I'd ever witnessed. Perhaps because he was watching his uncle, or watching me do something he could never physically enjoy, or a combination of the two. We exchanged quick winks.
Turning back to Abel, I pulled my thumb from his slit and reached for the melons drifting slowly in all directions, between his thick thighs. I could tell he had shaved them but that it had been a few weeks. They were covered with tight black curled hairs, very thin. I lifted one to sense the weight and understood immediately the need for the two jockstraps that Abel wore. It wasn't just the size of a small melon, but the weight too. I rolled his nut in my hands as he looked down at me and smiled.
"Are they full," I asked.
"Very full," he whispered.
"Well, we'll drain them today."
I held both his nuts in my arms briefly, like one would a newborn, and enjoyed their warmth against my chest.
Releasing his huge nuts, I placed my hand back on the head of his dick.
"You're ready," I said.
Abel gave me a puzzled look. I looked at Ron and he gave a slight shrug.
"Uncle Abel," Ron said, "we've learned that when my cock head is pulsing with the same beat as my heart, it's time to mount and start fucking... otherwise, my nuts start to ache."
"Oh. I think I've never noticed."
I put Abel's hand under mine so he could feel the head of his dick.
Abel smiled, "You're right. I have never noticed."
I sat back on the bed and my knees raised automatically. The years of taking Ron's strokes once his cock head started pulsing had trained me to have that response. I knew my hole was winking involuntarily with a definite rhythm and that wink should be the target Abel's log needed in the low light.
Abel reached for the lube and pulled the dispenser off the top of the bottle. He poured half of the bottle across the top of his monster. It glistened purple and black in the low light. He used his left hand to apply extra lube to the underside of his dick. I knew he wanted to give my prostate a rough ride with the upper ridge of his cock head and a slicker underside to his monster would do that. He pushed my legs back at the knee and gave my hole a quick soft kiss.
"Push out," Abel whispered.
He put a finger inside me, to the base at his first knuckle. We both knew my hole was ready for more. He briefly put in a second finger and then removed both and lined the piss slit of his monster to the hungry hole I was presenting to him. He pushed firmly and the head slid into me. He stopped when his fat hog reached my second hole. It was only a quarter of the way in me and I already felt so full and stretched open.
"Fuck, your ass feels amazing," said Abel. "Tight and wet."
Abel said, "You're lucky to have this hole," and I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or Ron. It didn't matter.
After a moment of pressure from his waist, Abel said "Open your second hole for me."
I relaxed but the thick crown of his cock head didn't pass into me any further. Abel was applying pressure at his waist. He reached for my erect nipple and rolled it in his thick fingers.
"Push out. Push out like you're having my baby." The pheromones filled the room. His weight on me was pushing the air out of my lungs. My mind returned to the baby seal I'd first imagined released from his jockstrap. The purity and "polymorphous perversity" of his command sent my eyes to the back of my head. My mind reeled as, for a moment, I only knew to do as I was told.
"Push out. Push out like you're having my baby."
I pushed and relaxed at the same time and the crown of his cock head breached my inner sphincter.
"Thank you," he said. "Thank you, baby, for letting me in. This is going to be a beautiful fuck."
That slow deliberate statement began a slow mount of Abel's massive prong into my wet flesh, still winking in a definite rhythm as it swallowed Abel's dick. He rubbed my chest as his monster entered my guts, slowly and thoughtfully. I could see the concentration on his face.
"Let me in," Abel said over and over.
"Yes, Dad," I said over and over.
He took over ten minutes for his hard low-hanging nuts to come to rest against my ass. I was skewered, his cock head deep in my belly. It was still pulsing with his heart beat, a bit more rapid than before.
"Thank you, baby. Are you ready? I'm going to put my weight on you for a moment. To adjust my hips... to start the fucking."
"Okay."
The pressure was hard but I kept my breathing in and out.
Suddenly we all blinked as the over head light came on and a high scream pierced the sacred scene we'd created.
"What the hell!" Ron and I yelled in unison as we shot our eyes to the light switch at the door.
"Kristi! What the fuck!"
"What the fuck is right!" said Kristi. "What the fuck is this?"
Ron swept across the room to Kristi in three long strides, slipped slightly on the pool of pre-cum that Abel's dick had left that sent him bouncing off the edge of the bed. Ron pushed Kristi out of the room, shut off the overhead light and slammed the bedroom door.
Abel couldn't have jumped up if he had wanted to. He'd have taken me with him; I was so skewered on his fat hog in my guts. Abel and I were in the same position, his dick buried in me and the weight of his thick thighs, butt, back, and shoulders pushing me into the mattress.
"Who's Kristi?" Abel asked.
"An old friend of Ron's. Fuck. She really doesn't know me well enough to walk into my apartment."
We stayed still and listened to fragments of the loud conversation in the other room.
"... study science..." ".... textbook... " "... your locker..." "... that my dildo?" "... you fix this..."
Abel and I waited patiently. To Kristi's eyes, Abel and I really were "making the beast with two backs," with Abel's muscled gargantuan back and butt (and slight paunch) on my lean legs bent to my ears.
"I thought the mattress would drop more," Abel whispered in my ear, "This must be a firm one."
I smiled.
"Ron and I broke a bed frame before we had this one built. It has motorcycle shocks built in. We can fuck at any angle. No noise. No damage. We've only replaced the shocks twice."
"That's great," Abel whispered with a smile. "I'll look into that one day."
Abel had adjusted his weight. I put my hand on my stomach and felt the head of his dick gently pulsing deep in me. He put his hand in the same spot and felt it too.
After a minute, we heard the front door close and then Ron peeked in the bedroom door.
"Listen, I'm sorry but I've got to go help Kristi find her textbook in my locker. It's totally on me. I fucked up. You two should finish. It'll take me an hour to fix this book thing with Kristi. And explain to her more about all this, I'm sure."
Abel looked at me. He had the slightly sad world-weary eyes of Kofi Annan and a similar bright smile when it flashed. "It's up to you."
"Fuck, Abel, yes. I want to finish this ride."
Abel smiled wide and some saliva flowed down his lower lip.
"Have fun," said Ron. "I'll just go home after the school. I'll talk to you both tomorrow."
Once we heard the deadbolt turn from the outside of the front door, Abel gave me a kiss and slipped his tongue down my throat. It felt as long, thick, and hard as his finger.
Abel slowly pulled his monster dick out of me until just the head was resting inside my hole. His thighs bulged slightly and then his dick changed directions, moving back into me. His dark thighs, ass, and waist moving together made me imagine John Henry but if Ron's thrusts were like a John Henry's hammer, Abel's were like an oil pumpjack, stroking in and out.
"Fuck," Abel groaned, "you're taking my baby tonight. I can't believe I'm in you so deep."
"I'm fucked," I said, "getting fucked good. Your hot dick feels so good, Abel."
"Your hole is so wet. It is fucking drooling hungry."
I knew my body well enough to know that my first climax from my prostate would come early. But I knew I had more in me before I tapped out.
Abel fucked and fucked at my tender hole. He never broke a sweat in the cool room but just kept driving into me, steadily increasing and lowering the pace in relation to the feel of my hole. He'd slow when my hole loosened and increase his thrusting when my ass gave resistance.
He learned my "tell" as a climax approached; my eyes rolled slightly up into my head. His giant hand explored my face as he pounded into my ass. He slipped a finger into my mouth for me to suck on. Just before my third climax he wrapped his hand around my throat and gave a slow squeeze. He released it when my eyes rolled down to meet his again.
I closed my eyes to enjoy the overwhelming sounds of his root through my ass. It was a symphony, the funk of James Brown's "Sex Machine" mixed with the slow pulse of a Steve Reich piece. Abels's nuts beating low against my ass, the crickets outside, the slap of his waist against the back of my thighs and my hole talking like it never had before, all contributed to the music of our fuck.
Abel whispered "You'll have my babies soon" or "You'll have my baby soon" a few times. I couldn't tell and the ambiguity started to hypnotize me.
Abel drained his fat nuts in one giant climax. He gave three deep groans and his fuzzy nuts climbed and slightly bounced against my ass as they emptied deep in me. We both knew there wouldn't be more fucking tonight and the sadness of that shared thought grew slowly. He drew back slightly off of me to start his dismount.
"Listen, Abel. I usually hold Ron's load in but I don't think I can tonight."
"I want to watch," Abel whispered.
"Okay, but grab a towel and put it under."
Abel pulled two towels from the nightstand and placed them under my slightly bruised butt. His monster had reduced in size but was still two-thirds of its length inside me. Abel pulled the head past my second hole and the remaining length came out easily. I was so open. Abel whistled as I felt the cream running out and down my crack. Suddenly, I felt a small spasm deep in my hole. The rest of Abel's load exploded out of my ass, coating his crotch with his cum. It looked like half a gallon of thick cream, tinged with the subtle translucent blue of fresh semen.
"Fuck," we said in unison.
We laughed as the thick flood of cream ran off his cock and balls to coat the towel on the bed.
"What does my hole look like?"
"Beautiful. Just a little lavender on your bruised lips."
"... those were wild times. What has it been? Twenty years? Abel must be close to retirement."
"Exactly," says Ron, "He's retiring in two months. Planning to spend half the year in New Mexico and the other half in Mexico. Old Mexico."
"That's exciting," I say. "What brings him to mind?"
"Well, he contacted me about you."
"What about me? That's... weird."
"He's found a man. They met in Mexico. The guy has been going to Mexico for years for this latino top named Diego but then had to stop. He really fell for Abel. The thing is that Abel is really beefy, you know."
"Oh, I know."
"He's hung big and he wants you to train this guy to take his big dick. He's willing to give us a Mexican vacation. A trip to Mexico for both of us, just for you talking to his guy for a few hours. And you can do some of the same stuff that we did to get you ready for Abel. I can help too."
"I don't know, Ron."
"Well, think about it. No need to decide right now. Sleep on it. I'm going to take off."
Ron gives me a concentrated kiss with just a slight pause. He slips on his jock over his taut butt, and then his jeans. He rolls his tee over his lithe torso.
"I'll see you on Friday."
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