At the Underwear Rack

By Dudley Jarvis-North

Published on Apr 23, 2019

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AT THE UNDERWEAR RACK -- Part 2

By Dudley Jarvis-North

Our story began at the underwear rack at Lord & Taylor in Boston's Back Bay. Shopping for undies, I chanced upon a handsome semi-straight newbie shopper from suburbia named Mark. We had struck up a conversation in which I had given him advice about the variety of boxer-briefs, which led to a drink at a bar, which led to a visit to my condominium.

After giving him a sensual foot massage, Mark surprised me by suggesting that we repair to my bedroom. I had already removed his pants. On my bed I removed his shirt and undershorts, which gave me a splendid view of his hairy chest and athletic body.

After taking hold of his fat, perfectly circumcised penis with a vein running to the crown, I gave him the full talents of my mouth, taking all 8 inches down my throat. My pursed lips snuggled his beveled head and my tongue tasted the first of many offerings of his precum. My mouth moved slowly up and down, licking the vein.

"Peter, where did you learn that?" he asked. "I never felt that much pleasure from being sucked."

No way I was going to tell him how much practice I had had, nor would I mention that he hadn't had a man's mouth on his dick before. What I did say is, "If you like my mouth on your penis, you really are going to like it in other places."

"I'm intrigued," Mark said.

I lifted his hairy legs and settled on the taint under his balls. So far, Mark had been amazingly compliant, but was he used to having his butt licked and worshipped?

It was time to find out. His ass was too tantalizing to pass up. I glued my tongue to that delicate area between his balls and hole. It was sweaty, owing to the 85-degree day. I would lavish it with my lips and tongue and as much spit as I could muster to polish and taste, polish and savor.

Since I had met him, Mark tended to be full of surprises, and this time was no different. He lifted his legs up a foot and let me settle in his sacred place. As I licked his taint he pretzeled his body and reached the back of my head with his hand, pushing me lower and closer to his hole. "I'm really curious about how it feels," he said earnestly. "I've never been licked there."

The area under his balls smelled masculine and tangy. I slid lower toward his hole, but I remembered Mark was married to a woman and, despite his curiosity, would he think me too perverted if I ate his ass.

My concern was unjustified. He gave me another surprise when he took a pillow and slid it under his butt, affording me a full look at his bottom.

I couldn't take my eyes off it -- dark hair swirling in every direction, out from his pink hole. Hair shot up his crack to his lower back, making delectable sprigs at the top. This was the hairiest ass ever presented to my face.

I grabbed his cheeks and used my thumbs to separate them. I moved my tongue onto his upper crack and slobbered some spittle onto it. I darted my tongue toward his hole and kissed it as he uttered sounds of delight. He grabbed my head and pushed it onto his hole, beckoning my tongue and lips to marry his sweet spot. So much for worrying about what he'd think of my piggy side.

I invaded him, using my tongue to drive him insane, and the sounds he made confirmed it.

Mark used his hands to pull up his hamstrings, making my invasion easier. He smelled like the locker room at Revere Beach when I was a teenager. He wasn't dirty, just reeking of man-smell emanating from his heat and generous shock of hair. My tongue went into overdrive, caressing his rosebud and the area around it. I pushed my tongue all the way inside him and felt him relax. I was going to give him the gift of my tongue -- or was it more him giving me the gift of his forbidden place? I literally rimmed his ass, using my tongue to circle his rosebud before putting my tongue inside.

The noises he made fueled my attack. His rigid dick told the story as well. He was in ecstasy. "That feels fucking fantastic," he cooed. "I don't know if I can stand it."

But he did. After perhaps 20 minutes, Mark lowered his legs to gain leverage and grabbed me under my shoulders. I wondered what he was doing, but it didn't take long to find out.

He lifted my body and pushed me face down on the bed, using his knees to hold me down. He kissed the back of my neck and pawed my boxer-briefs. He gently pulled them downward and threaded them through my ankles and feet.

"Your butt is the hairiest part of you," he whispered in my ear as he ran his finger along my crack. He was right. I was smooth above the stomach but grew progressively hairy as you moved lower. My stomach was covered with brown hair around my belly button, My crotch had a dense pelt. But it was my butt crack that always caught their attention. It had a shock of thick hair that spoke to my Italian roots.

"I like how your cheeks are smooth until I push them open and look closer. I love how hairy your crack is, Peter."

"Glad you like it. You have a better view than I."

Mark spit a gob onto my hole and told me to lift my pelvis. He used a pillow to raise my body.

"I've never been this close to a man's ass before. Beautiful -- nice and meaty. I have porn hidden in my mancave at home. Late at night I sneak-watch it and beat off to men doing all kinds of dirty things. Now I understand why you guys love butt so much."

"So are you going to beat off to my ass?" I asked.

"Not exactly. I have different plans," he said, as he drooled more spit on my crack.

"I don't want to hurt you, Peter, but I've never fucked an ass before. I need to find out what all the fuss is about."

So ... I was going to take his 8 fat Polish inches inside me.

Mark started slowly, rubbing his mushroom cap up and down my crack. I could feel the heat from it caressing my butt. He kept the circumcised head at the hole and left it there.

"Hmmm. I am feeling as if I'm in one of those porn movies I watch. We'll see how instructional they were," he whispered in my ear. "Do you like getting fucked by a fat dick like mine?"

"Well, to be truthful, I haven't gotten fucked in about a year," I said. "And I'm pretty tight there. But I want you inside me. Could we start nice and slow, Mark?"

"We could" he said, "But I get the feeling you like it a little rough." And with that he pushed the head all the way inside. The head was even fatter than his ample shaft.

"Try to relax, Peter. I'm eager to feel your insides gripping my dick."

Mark pushed in another inch, meeting resistance from my muscle. "That's feels good already. I'm at the threshold. All you need to do is open up; I'll do the rest. And he stuck his tongue inside my ear -- an erogenous zone for me.

I concentrated on relaxing my hole. "Let him in," I thought to myself. I have a sexy married man on the verge of fucking me, I thought. What could be better?

Mark forged past my sphincter -- just a bit before I was ready -- forcing me to push out and let him take me. Take me he did. The polite boy I had met at the underwear rack had all but disappeared as he pushed all 8 inches inside. I pivoted my body to meet his thrusts. He was becoming more animal than man.

Mark grabbed my neck and whispered, "Now I own your Italian ass, and I intend to use it. Get ready for the ride of your life."

At that moment, I wanted nothing more. Mark pulled out almost all the way and then thrust his dick in as I felt his pubic hair bang against my cheeks. After spitting on my crack again, he did it again.

"Tell me how fantastic that feels," he commanded, pulling the back of my hair.

"Yes, I'm loving getting filled up by you," I said, still busy concentrating on loosening myself even more.

"You know, now that I'm inside you, Peter, I want to rough-fuck you. You like that."

I didn't know how Mark knew that was what I liked, but I give him points for intuition. I had rarely met guys who figured that out without me asking them to be more aggressive in pounding me.

As Mark fucked me, he whispered, "I'm going to long-dick you hard, the way you like it. Say it, Peter. You want to feel my big dick pumping hard inside you. You've been thinking about it since Lord & Taylor. Am I right? I saw the way you looked at me."

"Yes. I saw the bulge in your pants and wondered what was in your underwear. When you told me you were Polish, I wondered how big you were. When I learned you had a wife, I wondered what it would be like to get fucked by a straight guy. I have to say, your penis is even bigger than I expected."

"So you want me to do it hard?"

"Fuck me with everything you've got," I answered.

Mark slapped my ass hard enough to sting me and take control, nailing me with no mercy, pulling out and repeating the motion. All the way in and all the way out, he piston-fucked me, varying the speed of the strokes as he pounded my G spot. About the fifth time he went in I started to relax and was feeling how much power he had over me.

"I'm loving fucking you," he said. "This is even better than my fantasies. Your ass feels so hot around my dick -- I mean the temperature. It's like your ass is on fire. Can you feel the heat?"

My answer was to push into him even closer.

Mark grabbed my body by the hips and turned me on my back,

"Let's do another position. I want to see the pleasure in your face," he said.

Mark lifted my legs over his shoulders, stretched his arms over my head and re-entered my ass with one quick motion.

I reached my arms upward to meet his hands and surrendered.

"Do you know how hot you are?" he said. "I like this position much better than doggie-style. Is that what you call it? I can look into your blue eyes."

Mark was still completely hard and showed no signs of tiring. He was an insatiable fucker. I had finally gotten used to his size, and my own dick was hard.

"I so need this," I told him, as he bent closer and kissed me tenderly. I loved his lips on mine -- the taste of bourbon was on his breath. He was surprisingly romantic as well as intensely sexual.

Mark's face was red with excitement as he did me. "Oh... oh, fuck, Jeezus, damn, this is amazing," he kept repeating the amazing. "Your ass is driving me crazy. Now I know what I have been missing all these years."

His rhythm slowed slightly as he whispered, "I'm close, buddy. I'm feeling my cum churning in my balls begging to escape. Are you ready to take my load?"

I was ready for everything he had to give. I was ready to watch his orgasm reflected in his face. He let out a loud roar and unloaded inside me -- one, two, five distinct shots rocketed out of his dick. He wanted every drop of his cum inside me, so he squeezed the base of his dick to make sure his whole load found its way into me.

He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty body meeting my own. His dick stayed inside as we kissed and he tousled my hair. Eventually, he left my stretched-out, dripping hole.

We were both exhausted.

Finally, Mark lifted himself off me and kissed me again. He brushed his hand on my face lovingly and touched my hair.

"I have no words to describe the last hour," he said. "I'm completely blown away."

Then came another of his surprises:

"Do you have any plans tonight? Let's go out for dinner, then come back here and do it again. Please."


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