Dupree, Most Unlikely Part Three
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Alone at last
I glanced back at the boy, he was still on the ground and looked like a nasty mess, but he was smiling. I caught his eye and gave him a wink he winked and grinned at me in return. He mouthed the words, blue mustang'. I understood, and pointed across the freeway and mouthed tomorrow evening' and swiftly caught up with Dupree.
As we reached the truck, I had to ask, "Are you always that . . . uh . . ."
"Rough? Only when it's a total slut like that boy was--he want us again tomorrow don't he?"
"Actually, yeah; that's his car right there." I pointed to the blue Mustang convertible parked nearby.
"You want to?" Alex asked.
"We'll see, hopefully I'll be too tired to do anything but drive home . . . speaking of which . . ." I tossed him the keys.
We got in the truck and headed south. We exited onto HWY 46 West; I watched the scenery turn dramatic as we climbed to high pass then turned north on CA HWY 1, zipped through Cambria and reached San Simeon Acre's and checked into the Jade. Alex flopped on the bed near the window. I sat down next to him.
"I need a shower," I stated, "you wanna wash my back?"
"If you wash my back and . . . other stuff."
I leaned back and took his lips with mine. "What `other stuff' do you have in mind?"
"Let's get in the shower and find out," Alex said as stood and pulled me to my feet.
He wrapped his arms around my neck, pressed his body tightly to mine, and kissed me deeply. We necked for a short while, and then silently stripped each other and climbed into the shower. We continued our play. We stood facing each other hands clasped and lips locked, our hardened dicks crossed, thrust, and parried flesh sabers. We simultaneously nibbled each other's necks, and then Alex slid his mouth to my left nipple, biting down and sending shocks coursing through my body; I grasped the back of his head forcing him to bite harder. I released my grip, and he slipped his mouth back to my neck and bit there--I almost swooned in pleasure. With his mouth still on my neck he maneuvered around behind me. He let go of my neck, stepped back and located my anus with guiding fingers and slid his dick home in one even thrust. I trembled as he hit the spot; prostate message soon had pre-cum flowing from my dick in a thick stream. I like to get fucked, but this boy knew how to work his stick! I moaned like a whore, like I was being paid for it; we yowled like mating cats. I was surprised when my orgasm overcame me--and amazed that the first blast didn't crack tiles on the shower wall. That must have tripped Alex's trigger, because soon he was clinging to my back for support.
"That was fun," my voice was flat from exertion and I was still breathing heavily.
Dupree, Alex, was leaning on the shower wall holding the grab bar, looking slightly dazed. He gave his head a shake and was soon tongue wrestling with me. The water was starting to cool, so we quickly finished washing and rinsed off. We dried each other, and then dressed and set out in search of food. We discovered very quickly that we would have to back to Cambria for anything to eat. We wound up at the Cambria Pines Lodge and ate very well indeed.
After dinner we drove back to San Simeon Village and took a leisurely stroll on the beach. The sun had long since set and as it darkened the wind came up. We had walked towards San Simeon Creek and were about a third of the way to it, when I suggested we move away from the water and find a little shelter from the wind. We found a little nook of rock, and we sat down inside it. For a long while we sat next to one another just holding hands. I turned slightly and regarded Alex Dupree; his gaze was distant and his hand clasped mine more snuggly--he was pouting. My heart was beating rapidly; of its own volition my other hand reached out and pulled his face to mine; our lips met and the chorus of every stupid sappy love song I had ever heard welled up in my head and for an instant they weren't so super sugary, they were just right. Thank the gods that said moment passed quickly--it almost made my teeth ache.
I was in love with the boy.
"What man?"
"I said I think I love you Alex."
He kissed me, and I kissed him back; soon we writhed together like fighting boa constrictors in the breathless desperate passionate manner of sixteen year olds. Finally we broke our kiss and realized it was DARK and probably late. So we suspended our passions long enough to return to our room; we quickly stripped and kneeling in the center of the king-sized bed, began a mating ritual that would have made Sand Hill Cranes jealous. Our bodies pressed together as we necked, nibbling earlobes, necks and sucking and nipping lips and tongues. I leaned forward, gently laying Alex on his back, and began a tongue tour of his body; I kissed his lips and neck, kissed my way to center of his chest and lavished each nipple with nips and kisses. To my gratification, he trembled as I teased each nipple in turn, and resumed my tour. Butterfly kisses and light tickling to his abs and a tongue kiss to his bellybutton found my mouth wrapped around his ample bone hard dick. He cooed, hissed and murmured his pleasure. I spit his manhood out and started giving his ball sac a tongue bath; shortly I rolled him up on his shoulders and began lapping, licking, and tongue fucking his tight little pucker. He purred and hissed as I did my best to tickle his tonsils from where I was. Finally, he whispered sharply,
"You have to fuck me . . . Now."
"Okay," I said; who was I to argue? I grabbed the conveniently placed lotion from the night stand and anointed my spear. With my tongue in his mouth, his knees in the crooks of my elbows, and the head of my dick guided by his hand I began the long slow plunge into the searing heat of lover until I bottomed out. I slowly started fucking, my ass rising and falling in a steady rhythm; our mouths kissing and tongues exploring each other. We shifted positions soon Alex and were on our sides, his back facing at almost a right angle; from this position, when not stroking his dick, he reached down and played with my ball sac and fingered my ass with his greased up fingers. I pulled him over on top of me while I laid back; he rode me with his back to me for a few minutes, and I enjoyed the sight of his hot little ass sliding up and down my very happy cock. Then he paused and spun himself on my dick to face me. He leaned forward to take possession of my mouth with his, while I slid my feet toward me and bent my knees to give me leverage and resumed fucking at a metronomic pace. Soon, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled us up and over so I once again was on top. I broke our lip lock and leaned back--he looked hotter than ever!
"I'm gonna come soon," he murmured in a kind of out-of-it tone.
With very little conscious thought, I withdrew from Alex, crawled over his legs and impaled myself on his rampant cock. I rode him for just a minute before he rolled us onto my back and pounded me with a purpose. Soon enough he gasped, his dick flexed inside me as he unloaded. After a beat, he pulled out of me and remounted himself on my dick. I got him to spin away from me, and laid him face down on the bed; wrapped my arms around his shoulders and jackhammered his ass; all too soon, I felt my balls spasm and my life force spew into Alex's waiting ass.
After a few moments rest, I rolled off, and he rolled next to me and we kissed and caressed each other. Without a word, we rose as one and slipped into the shower. We washed each other, carefully, lovingly pausing to kiss and lingering, touching as the water coursed over us. Without words we got out of the shower and dried each other we floated to bed and I fell asleep with Alex wrapped in my arms, spooned in front of me.
Sometime later in the pitch blackness I awoke to the glorious feeling of my dick being given a wonderful suckling. I was disoriented for a moment and almost blew my load before I realized were I was. I reached down under the covers and pulled my super-hot boy to me and wrapped my tongue around his tonsils.
"I think I want to be with you for a long time John Matthews."
"And I want to be with you Alex Dupree; I lo--. " He put a finger to my lips.
"Sssh, let's not fuck-up how we feel with words . . ." he leaned in and kissed me; I decided to let the matter of words drop and let testosterone take over. We kissed with passion, our teeth clicking together and I tasted blood from my lip. Soon we were in a merry sixty-nine, at the rate he was working me I wouldn't last long--I was so distracted that I lost my timing on his pole. He tugged my balls with one hand and slid a finger into my hole and rubbed my prostate and I shot my wad of ball juice into his mouth. Before I could recover he had slid around, straddled my chest and commenced to fuck my mouth and throat. All too soon he spilled his seed into my mouth; I swallowed greedily.
He slid his body down mine until we were mouth to mouth sharing the lingering taste of come from each other's mouth. He bounced out of bed to the bathroom and pissed, I followed about two minutes later. Standing there naked in glaring light of the bath, I glanced at the pair of us; what I saw made my newly wilted stalk stir and fill with blood. I turned my face to his and as we kissed, I felt him rise to the occasion as well. We left the light on and retreated to the armless by the table in the room. Dupree had detoured slightly to grab the lube and leave it on the table.
He sat on my lap initially as we devoured each other. Soon he slipped off my lap to his knees and lifted my legs up; knowing what was coming I slid down in the chair to exposes my butthole. Alex did some oral ministration to my tunnel entrance then squirted some lotion in his hand, stroked it onto his man rammer, and plugged me. He pumped away as I played with my dick; due to the position, he was hitting "the spot" with every stroke. I was drizzling pre-cum like an old faucet, and languidly stroked my cock. Finally, neither of us could hold out any longer. My nut exploded hitting me in the face and on my chin, and spraying my chest and abs--almost like I hadn't nutted in Alex's mouth just a few moments before; for his part, Alex shot into my ass with such force that I could actually feel the heat of the nut splash.
He withdrew, and I went to the toilet to clean up. I took just a few minutes to clean-up, I stepped out and slid into the bed, and he used the bath and slid in behind me. I glanced at my watch 0330 it said. I drifted off again with Alex snuggled up behind me. Tired and content.
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