All I Had To Give by 'Studs Manly

By if.tenep.nona@018641na

Published on Dec 1, 1995

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(C) 1989 "Studs Manly'

All I Had To Give

He'd been following me for days. I knew the look. Love- struck. Yeah, he was in love, alright. Love at first sight. First sight of my cock.

I teach in a community college and two or three times a week I swim 30 laps in the pool. Over the years, I've grown accustomed to the uneasy, insecure glances, the lusting stares my presence always generates. When you carry a 6 inch piece of meat between your legs when hanging, and when you tend to be where people can see it, you learn quickly who envies you and who wants you.

I've always attracted people who wanted my cock. Starting at an age I dare not mention, I've been felt, fondled, touched and fucked by plenty of men and women who wanted what I had to fill a vacancy. To many people, bigger is better and size does make a difference. I've had men pay me to fuck their wives. What can I say? Money can be a motivator. But my preference is for men. Young men, still discovering the sensual joy of life. I love seeing the adoring eyes of a man look up at me, his lips stretched around my engorged cock, his wet mouth filled with my muscle. Or the passionate cries of pleasure/pain as my destroyer plows open some untried ass. I realize it's the sense of power I feel, the ego-inflating perception of domination which inspires me and makes me enjoy it so. No apologies, though.

As I said, he'd been following me around like a love-sick puppy ever since he got an eyeful in the showers. When only he could see, I soaped up my crotch and pulled my cock a bit till it was not yet fully stiff but arching away from my body and about nine inches in length. Poor kid. He had to try and hide his own excitement and turned to face the wall, fist flying over his cock. I stepped close to him.

"Mind if I borrow your soap?" I asked just at the moment his spunk jetted from his cock and splashed the wall. I just reach and took the soap from the dish, letting my pole, now at it full rigidity, brush provocatively against his hip. Then I stepped away, willing my cock to soften as I heard some voices approach the showers.

He wanted it, I could tell from the beginning. But I waited a week before I made a move. Part of my thrill is watching to see those infatuated looks. Even at 39, I enjoy the ego surge of being wanted. The tease, the anticipation, the thrill of imagination are what make the game so sweet.

Finally, again in the shower, I struck up a conversation with my moon-struck admirer. I asked him to come to my house for a drink. He said he would. Hell, he acted like a starving dog to whom I'd thrown a big bone.

But come to think, that's just what I did. I was setting him up for my big bone.

When Danny arrived at my house, I met him at the door wearing only a long silk robe. He wore a pullover shirt, jeans that hugged his butt and showed off his own crotch. His brown hair was combed neatly and he gave every appearance of being the All-American college boy. Who just happened to have a strong desire for cock. My cock. I had the lighting subdued to create the proper mood. Now that he was here, he was mine. We went to the den and I sat down in the only chair as Danny stood before me.

"Let me offer you a drink," I said, untying my robe and revealing my cock. Danny just automatically fell to his knees between my spread legs, gazing with adoration at the phallic god before him. His tongue slid along his lips. His trembling fingers caressed the inside of my thighs and surrounded the base of my now-stiff and throbbing staff.

"Kiss it, first," I directed him. With eager obedience, he pursed his lips and planted a tender kiss at the top of the swollen glans. "Lick," I said, and he complied by sending his wet tongue down to the base and up, tracing each vein in my vibrating prick with his wet oral muscle. I put my hands under my knees and pulled, exposing my sensitive opening. He obeyed my unspoken command by sliding his tongue around the tender pore and slipped inside, snaking its way up my colon. Oh, he was fine. Danny-boy knew what he was about. Even while he tongued my rectum, he fisted my prick. Pre-cum oozed out and helped to lube his handiwork.

Soon, he left my chute and put his mouth back on my leaking nozzle. Those brown doe eyes of his looked up at me with an expression of total devotion, worship and submission.

I pushed him away and stood up, my prick swaying and glistening with saliva.

"Follow me," I said, leading him downstairs to my basement. I walked over to a closed door, punched in the combination and led Danny into my "Rack Room." I heard him react to what he saw. Chins, leather furnishings, thick red carpet.

"Still want this?" I asked, taking his hand and wrapping it around my dick. I thrust my hips and he started stroking. He nodded. "Good boy," I said. "Now strip." He hung his clothes on the wall hooks and I took him to the centerpiece of the room, a chiropractic adjustment table which was in its vertical position. I strapped his hands to one end over his head and lowered the table a bit. I made a few minor adjustments to the padded table to present his ass at its best. I stepped over to a cabinet and took out a latex glove, a condom and some lube.

"Have you ever been fucked, Danny?" I asked, running my hand over the quivering firmness of his cheeks.

"Yes," he whispered. I had squirted jelly on my gloved index finger and unceremoniously jammed it into his pucker. After the initial spasm, his ass muscles welcomed and squeezed my invading digit. Tight, even if he wasn't virgin, but I could tell that he hadn't taken a piece as big as mine up his ass, so this was going to be fund for both of us.

I sheathed and greased my cock and pressed his sphincter with the thick knob. "Danny boy, you're gonna love having me in your ass," I breathed into his ear. I pushed against the resistant muscle and ran my hands up and down his sides, feeling the taut skin on his lean torso. I flicked his ear with my tongue and felt the round muscle give way and open up to my prick. Oh, he was tight, all right. I reached to where his cock was sticking through the cutaway in the table and I gripped the half-hard organ. He quickly hardened in my hand and Danny fucked my fist as I nailed his ass.

"Such a good fuck," I said to him as I felt my balls flatten against his ass cheeks. His prick pulsated in my hand and I cupped my palm over the head as my fingers flew on his cock and he squirted a hot load of thick liquid lust into my palm. As he came his ass twitched around my probe as I stimulated his prostate but I wasn't about to come until I was ready.

I pulled my spunk-filled hand from his cock and got it to his face. He licked some before I just started smearing the stuff all over his face and into his hair. I was fucking his fine ass really hard, sending my entire rubberized cock into the depth of his body. Danny was whimpering, partly from the pleasure and partly because of the pain of getting his prostate worked over after he had pumped his wad.

Danny struggled against the restrainnts and was whimpering, but his fucked-raw ass still clutched at my ramming prick. I let go, feeling my cum rush up my cock and spurt into the latex nipple high upinto Danny's bowels. Someday, when I was assured that he was safe, I'd give him a sperm enema, feeling his insides against the unsheathed flesh of my cock.

As my cock emptied and softened, I held the condom as I slowly withdrew my prick. Rich spunk filled the end of the rubber, spunk that was disease-free and needn't be wasted. I slipped it off my prick and put the rubber to Danny's mouth. His lips parted hungrily and I squeezed the condom like a tube of toothpaste, the pearly cum being avidly lapped up and swallowed.

Danny loved my cum. I unfasted the straps and sat in a comfortable chair where he licked my cock clean and sucked my sweaty ass for half an hour, then sucked me off, swallowinng every juicy drop I had for him.

He quickly became my favorite stable boy, joining the small but dedicated clique of cock worwhippers who revere my prick. During the sessions when we all get together, I have the pleasure of being bathed by five tongues, reverently rimmed and reamed, my balls and cock deified and worshipped. As one of our ceremonial rites, four pricks lodge in four assholes, a daisy chain of fuckers. I insinuate my own bowel borer into the last in line, then, after I shoot my wad, I suck off the lead prick while the young men suck spendings from each other's oozing asshole.

And who says schools are no fun?

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