A Very Good Day Pt 3 I'm enrolled in Sex Ed 101
All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I feel sorry for you, so move to a more sensible place, log back on to Nifty and read it there. I hope you enjoy the story. By the way, this story is true, the sex happened, but be smarter than we were--play safe.
I awoke with a start--where am I--ha, yeah, I'm okay--Consciousness broke and I knew where I was, what had happened and that I was HUNGRY. I glanced around; Dobbs was nowhere to be seen. I got up; my ass, my right hand and my neck where sore and stiff, my crotch muscles felt like someone had tried to pull me apart like a wish bone. All at once I felt grungy all over--before I get something to eat--shower. I padded bare-assed into the bath off the bedroom and turned on the shower--I made sure that there was a dry towel available--and hopped in. I took my time and let the hot water pound all over me, soaped up and scrubbed down twice, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. I buffed myself off with the towel and was shocked by my image in the mirror; scratches, bruises, bite marks and scrapes nearly everywhere, and strawberries on both upper thighs and both knees; I found out love hurts--literally! I found Dobbs' aloe lotion and applied it, gingerly and liberally, everywhere I could reach, including my thoroughly fucked ass hole. I wrapped myself in the towel and returned to the bedroom--I couldn't bear the thought of putting anything snug over my skin, so my clothes were out--I saw a basket of clean folded clothes and snagged a pair of gray knit running shorts and an oversized t-shirt out of it and put the shorts on commando and pulled the shirt over my head and let it flow down my sex battered body. I glanced at the clock, it was noon; I'd slept a little over five hours but hadn't eaten for eighteen hours. I was ravenous; I headed for the kitchen and pounced at the fridge--yoghurt with berries mixed with cheerios and banana and a quart and a half of orange juice--and I felt much more human. It finally dawned on me then that Dobbs was nowhere in the apartment.
I looked out the front at the parking lot, and saw my beloved Jeepster, but Dobbs had apparently driven somewhere `cause his car was not where it had been. I debated, briefly, should I stay and wait for him and probably have sex again (and again and again), or go home to clean clothes and my bed and not much else. Well, duh? I started picking up around the place--dirty clothes and sheets into the wash--laundry machines in the back bath--made the bed with fresh linen, did the dishes and put them away, then took stock of cupboards and fridge to see what there was to put together for a hot meal. I was about to plan out a menu when the front door opened and in walked the hottest man on two legs--Dobbs quickly shucked off his coat and shoes and strode purposefully across the room toward me in the kitchen. I said, "Hi".
"I'm horny," was his only response. He swept up behind me, pressed close and ground his already hardening dick into my round, firm ass. He grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it off over my head and pushed the shorts I wore down and off. He took a step back turned me around and pushed me to my knees, all in the same motion. He then flipped his iron pipe out of the track pants he wore and swiped it twice across my face, then stuffed it into my waiting willing mouth, his track pants slid down his legs, puddled at his feet, where he kicked them away. He let me lick and slurp at his massive meat for a short while then took hold of my head, and easily at first, began to fuck into my throat; soon it was a full on skull fuck--I gagged and had to turn my head to avoid puking a couple of times. Then he pulled me to my feet, turned me around and pushed me across the center counter, grabbed my right leg and pushed my knee onto the counter also. He then spit into his, lubed his ramming staff with it, located my (luckily well lubed) point of entry, and slid balls deep into it in one easy thrust, and started fucking. I started yowling like a cat in heat as his magic wand rubbed and messaged all the right spots inside me. He leaned across my back and began kissing, licking and biting the spot where my neck and shoulder met; I reached up, grabbed his head and mashed his face harder against my skin--he bit harder in response--with my other hand I found my iron hard dick, and stroked myself to the edge and backed off. Dobbs pounded away at my ass until my prostate was an innervated mass of pleasure--he started pumping faster and faster; I took that as a signal he was getting close; I stroked faster and started spewing cum across the cabinets just as Dobbs yanked me from the counter to the floor and jammed his dick into my mouth just as he unleashed a tidal wave of sperm. The first few shots blasted straight to the back of my throat, then his dick pumped cum onto my waiting tongue--I swallowed and started cleaning his spasming dick. He puffed and gulped air above me, leaning heavily against the counter.
"Damn boy; that was good!" he puffed as he reached down and pulled me to my feet. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting the lingering traces of his own nut. I devoured his mouth in return and pressed myself against him--his dick was returning to fully hard, and so was mine!--I gripped his granite hard ass and ground our crotches together. Without a word and still swapping spit with me, Dobbs picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom, where he tossed me on the bed and pounced on me like a black cat on a lab mouse. He started biting my neck and I melted and then with a surge of aggression I'd never experienced before, I pulled his face back to mine, kissed him so hard that his lip bled, then stood on the bed and shoved my dick into his mouth--he resisted mildly, then deep throated my dick and started sucking me like a pro. He then started licking like my dick was a lollypop; then took my sack into his mouth, I twitched like I'd been shocked; he then licked lower, below my balls, between my legs; drew back, picked me up and spun me around to face the wall and began to give my fuck hole the tongue reaming of its life. It felt so good my knees got wobbly; he held my ass to his face like it was an oversized melon, and continued to slurp and lap, suck and probe my hole like a starving man at a feast; I did nothing but purr and coo nonsensical syllables of encouragement at last he was sated and turned me back around and returned to licking my lolly. After while, I pulled back and pushed him onto his back; I followed him down and again attacked his mouth--our tongues wrestled and I tried to suck his out of his mouth--then I started to slither down his body, nipping, biting, licking and sucking all the way. I tortured both nipples and his navel, and then I went to work on his very hard dick. I licked, sucked and gently nibbled at this magnificence in flesh--I gagged myself repeatedly as I got as much of it down my throat as I could--then, as I rested, I started nibbling and licking at his inner thighs, making him babble and coo like the spirit was on him.
All at once, I grabbed his legs and rolled Dobbs up onto his shoulders, and I dove tongue first into his tight pucker; I kept at it until he pushed my head away and me back and rolled to his feet. Once again he shoved his dick into my mouth and started to face fuck me like the little slut I had fast become. After a about three minutes of intense skull fucking, he jammed his cock as deeply into my throat as he could and had a shuddering orgasm down my throat, pulling back just enough so I could breath and taste the last few dribbles on the back of my tongue.
Dobbs flopped back onto the bed and lay there panting like a swimmer just tossed up on a rock. I had sat back on my feet when he pushed me back onto my back and devoured my surprisingly hard dick; I was on a hair trigger already, so when he sipped a finger up my bung, I popped like a firecracker. He collected my nut in his mouth, quickly slid up my body, and pushed it, along with his tongue, into my mouth that was still tingling with his nut too. I tasted my own nut and eagerly swallowed. Although winded, Dobbs continued to lay lip lock on me. I responded, equally languid. He then broke our kiss and lay down beside me. I turned my head to regard him as he lay there; he returned my gaze. I finally broke the gaze, got up and went into the bathroom, relieved myself--Dobbs got up to do the same as I returned to the room--I pulled on my jeans, sans underwear, went out to the living room, slid my bare feet into his boots and shrugged my bare upper body into his jacket and went down to my car. It was freakin' freezin' out, so I went down the three outside flights of stairs as quickly as I dared. I got down to the parking lot, unlocked my old Jeepster and cranked it up--she popped right off like a champ--and I let it warm up over about five minutes as I rummaged through my gear and got my shaving kit. I sat and let my teeth chatter as the engine reached operating temp, then I idled it down, shut it off and locked it up. I bounded back up the stairs into the warmth of Dobbs' apartment and, soon I hoped, his bed.
I heard the shower in the front bed room running as I entered and slipped off his boots and hung up his jacket. I went back to Dobbs's bedroom and went into the bath and broke out my shaving kit--I shaved and brushed my teeth--I heard the shower still running as I packed up my kit. I stepped back into the bedroom, and checked my phone, two non important messages, I glanced at the time; quarter past five, it was already twilight outside; I yawned hugely and lay down on the bed to wait and see what would happen next. I must have drifted off to sleep because I woke to Dobbs pulling my jeans off and rolling me under the covers. He spooned up behind me.
"I went to the VA clinic this morning and talked to a shrink about what happened. She wants me to come in for a full eval as soon as I can. I want you to come with me . . ."
"I'll do whatever you need me to--as long as you fuck me silly instead of tryin' to kill me--I'm wi' chu homey."
He nuzzled at my neck, and I felt his dick begin to stir; "How `bout I fuck you silly, then fuck you back sensible? You like that?"
"I like that," I responded, "I'm very eager for the process to begin."
"You like me fuckin' you, donchu." "No," I responded, "I like vanilla Ice cream with fresh peach cobbler; I like to drift down the river in summer in a rubber boat."
"What `r' you talkin' about?!"
"I like stuff like that, but I don't like you fucking me, I looove you fucking me."
"Oh. Then Ima fuck you, an' do it good, but now I'm gonna make love to you."
He gently resumed nuzzling my neck . . .
I'll be posting the next segment in about a week (give or take) and I'll try to post every couple weeks `til I complete the three story arcs I have running (Danny and Me, in Adult Youth Feb 21, and The Little Ghost, in Military, Encounters and Interracial at this time posted Feb 18) Thanks for reading.
As always, questions, comments and criticism are welcome send them to John at thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com Hope I hear from you soon. John