The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
FoR ThE MaN WHo HaS EVeRyTHiNG 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Never really finding an interest in tasting Michael's balls, probably a result of his own pubes getting orally satisfied, Jason resorted to puncturing the pillow with his head, gloating over the most fantabulous feeling he's ever felt in his whole life.
Whether Michael heard Jason's accolades or not, `Oh Michael that feels so good,' it ran right by him, as if he had a selfish condition, his only desire to have his tongue cover as much territory, not giving a fuck if two or three hours passed on the alarm clock.
Finding out at an early age he loved cock, he found the knack of keeping his willing partner on the edge. If he sensed Jason coming close, he knew how to branch off, seek a less stimulating area of the bod, perhaps bellyhole or nips, coat a pair of pecs with saliva or suck on wads of arm pit hair. Almost always, before he rewrapped his lips around a guy's cock, he would flip him over, run tongue up and down ass, dig deeper and then, two hours later, after the `boilers' had cooled, restart the fire.
"I feel something," Jason remarks, slow, soft and almost incoherent.
For Michael, it was the signal he waited for, popping off Jason's cock and answering, "Yeah?"
He didn't expect a response. If he got one, it wouldn't matter. With his routine in mind, he lapped at Jason's pubes, till... Well, Michael could not really find anything which resembled a treasure trail, only a mass of hair from pubes to abs. Of course he put Jason on the edge, darting inside the twenty-nine year old's bellyhole, finding indeed, it was deep. More satisfying, it was pungy and Michael loved the raw taste. Unfortunately though, a navel isn't anything like an asshole and leaves very little except for an initial thrill.
In contrast to not finding a definable treasure trail, more defined, Michael's tongue picked up on a thin, thick shag which carried him to midchest.
Now he was ready to apply the screws!
After singling out one pec, his tongue dug through the vegetation and found a tasty target. Right now he dry-rubbed Jason's other nip, which he knew would provide some remarkable amounts of hemming and hawing, but nonetheless worried about his own pleasure. This he was finding in tremendous quantity, cupping the tiny nub, pulling on it, on digging into Jason's left nip with a darting tongue. Before he allowed his victim's attention to dissipate, he took a gob of saliva between his thumb and finger and roughly pressed in on the right night, massaging it, giving it a light mashing. As with other guys, Michael had to play the game of finding how much pressure he could get away with. Usually, a dude was so wound up from one nip getting softly satisfied, adding pain to the other created an awesome confusion, both resulting in sending volts of electricity charging through the balls!
"Mm-mm!" Michael detects something different, but not unheard of in the early stages of mansex, Jason's torso gently pulsating! In his own giddy way he thinks to himself `time to ride the bull?'
Hearing Jason, after he ceases nip pulverizing, "Feels good," Michael wonders which course of action to take.
With Zach, it seems like they went through the motions, lived only for the moment, but he felt something entirely different, more of an innocence about Jason. Rather than climb right up on the saddle, he asks, "Do you think you could get into fucking my ass?" He hoped he put it sensitive enough for Jason not to think he was rushing things.
An hour ago, this had come to Jason, Michael might wanting to fuck around and at the time could not clearly draw any conclusions, because the oral sex had become so wickedly good. Leaving it to the latter, Jason tells it from the heart, "Is it alright if we wait till another time?"
"Why, sure," Michael replies. Even so disappointed, he shifts to plan B, "Mind if I suck you off?" He would have let it go, thinking he still had pits to suck, one of his favorite spots, also elongating their sexual encounter with some oral ass work, but since figuring Jason ready to burst, should cut it short.
"Okay, but I don't know if I'm ready."
Maybe Jason didn't know, but Michael knew and he wasted no time shimmying down to the foot of the bed. Once there, he started with the boilermakers.
"I thought you were going to give me a blowjob, Michael?"
`Well fuck me!' Michael joked with himself. Here he was already lapping at the swollen sacs and had it in mind how to go about working Jason back up to blowing his load.... "Sure. I was just about to go there," he skips over Jason's balls and makes a beeline for the tall shaft.
When he sunk down onto Jason's pole, it was like the first time all over. Except this time, it was rock solid. Whereas Jason had tried to impale him, he could feel the head go into his throat and so hot it was, a hand went right to his own cock.
Moments into the fantastic blowjob, Jason says, "I think it's going to come out!"
Whether Michael heard or not, was immaterial, because just seconds after Jason spoke, his mouth began filling like the dam busted!
Stuck in his mind, Michael's `history', Jason, upon feeling oh so emotional, didn't think, but acted, pressing Michael's head down on him.
Not flailing about or in protest, Michael's hand action on his own cock didn't even pick up on the fact he could be suffocating, Jason's shaft down his throat.
Probably most of the portion of Jason's goo wound up in Michael's stomach, without Michael tasting it.
As for Michael, he stood up on his knees and whacked his cock off hard, sending streams of goo onto Jason's bod.
When Michael had succumbed to his own jerk off, woozy over the effect, Jason complains, "You got me all wet, Michael!"
If he was any way sober, he might have given a compassionate answer, but instead, flopped right over, making matters `worse' for Jason, spreading all that mancreme in between!
Years later, Michael would reflect back upon Jason's hiring, switching him around to different wings of the company. Lying on that beach in St. Thomas, Jason frolicking in the ocean, he thinks about how coincidences changed his life, a particular milestone, getting married. In the long run, he smiles, thoughts of his life fulfilled; of a man who could afford anything, winding up as a man who has everything!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
`FoR ThE MaN WHo HaS EVeRyTHiNG' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
FoR ThE MaN WHo HaS EVeRyTHiNG 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
%
Never really finding an interest in tasting Michael's balls, probably a result of his own pubes getting orally satisfied, Jason resorted to puncturing the pillow with his head, gloating over the most fantabulous feeling he's ever felt in his whole life.
Whether Michael heard Jason's accolades or not, `Oh Michael that feels so good,' it ran right by him, as if he had a selfish condition, his only desire to have his tongue cover as much territory, not giving a fuck if two or three hours passed on the alarm clock.
Finding out at an early age he loved cock, he found the knack of keeping his willing partner on the edge. If he sensed Jason coming close, he knew how to branch off, seek a less stimulating area of the bod, perhaps bellyhole or nips, coat a pair of pecs with saliva or suck on wads of arm pit hair. Almost always, before he rewrapped his lips around a guy's cock, he would flip him over, run tongue up and down ass, dig deeper and then, two hours later, after the `boilers' had cooled, restart the fire.
"I feel something," Jason remarks, slow, soft and almost incoherent.
For Michael, it was the signal he waited for, popping off Jason's cock and answering, "Yeah?"
He didn't expect a response. If he got one, it wouldn't matter. With his routine in mind, he lapped at Jason's pubes, till... Well, Michael could not really find anything which resembled a treasure trail, only a mass of hair from pubes to abs. Of course he put Jason on the edge, darting inside the twenty-nine year old's bellyhole, finding indeed, it was deep. More satisfying, it was pungy and Michael loved the raw taste. Unfortunately though, a navel isn't anything like an asshole and leaves very little except for an initial thrill.
In contrast to not finding a definable treasure trail, more defined, Michael's tongue picked up on a thin, thick shag which carried him to midchest.
Now he was ready to apply the screws!
After singling out one pec, his tongue dug through the vegetation and found a tasty target. Right now he dry-rubbed Jason's other nip, which he knew would provide some remarkable amounts of hemming and hawing, but nonetheless worried about his own pleasure. This he was finding in tremendous quantity, cupping the tiny nub, pulling on it, on digging into Jason's left nip with a darting tongue. Before he allowed his victim's attention to dissipate, he took a gob of saliva between his thumb and finger and roughly pressed in on the right night, massaging it, giving it a light mashing. As with other guys, Michael had to play the game of finding how much pressure he could get away with. Usually, a dude was so wound up from one nip getting softly satisfied, adding pain to the other created an awesome confusion, both resulting in sending volts of electricity charging through the balls!
"Mm-mm!" Michael detects something different, but not unheard of in the early stages of mansex, Jason's torso gently pulsating! In his own giddy way he thinks to himself `time to ride the bull?'
Hearing Jason, after he ceases nip pulverizing, "Feels good," Michael wonders which course of action to take.
With Zach, it seems like they went through the motions, lived only for the moment, but he felt something entirely different, more of an innocence about Jason. Rather than climb right up on the saddle, he asks, "Do you think you could get into fucking my ass?" He hoped he put it sensitive enough for Jason not to think he was rushing things.
An hour ago, this had come to Jason, Michael might wanting to fuck around and at the time could not clearly draw any conclusions, because the oral sex had become so wickedly good. Leaving it to the latter, Jason tells it from the heart, "Is it alright if we wait till another time?"
"Why, sure," Michael replies. Even so disappointed, he shifts to plan B, "Mind if I suck you off?" He would have let it go, thinking he still had pits to suck, one of his favorite spots, also elongating their sexual encounter with some oral ass work, but since figuring Jason ready to burst, should cut it short.
"Okay, but I don't know if I'm ready."
Maybe Jason didn't know, but Michael knew and he wasted no time shimmying down to the foot of the bed. Once there, he started with the boilermakers.
"I thought you were going to give me a blowjob, Michael?"
`Well fuck me!' Michael joked with himself. Here he was already lapping at the swollen sacs and had it in mind how to go about working Jason back up to blowing his load.... "Sure. I was just about to go there," he skips over Jason's balls and makes a beeline for the tall shaft.
When he sunk down onto Jason's pole, it was like the first time all over. Except this time, it was rock solid. Whereas Jason had tried to impale him, he could feel the head go into his throat and so hot it was, a hand went right to his own cock.
Moments into the fantastic blowjob, Jason says, "I think it's going to come out!"
Whether Michael heard or not, was immaterial, because just seconds after Jason spoke, his mouth began filling like the dam busted!
Stuck in his mind, Michael's `history', Jason, upon feeling oh so emotional, didn't think, but acted, pressing Michael's head down on him.
Not flailing about or in protest, Michael's hand action on his own cock didn't even pick up on the fact he could be suffocating, Jason's shaft down his throat.
Probably most of the portion of Jason's goo wound up in Michael's stomach, without Michael tasting it.
As for Michael, he stood up on his knees and whacked his cock off hard, sending streams of goo onto Jason's bod.
When Michael had succumbed to his own jerk off, woozy over the effect, Jason complains, "You got me all wet, Michael!"
If he was any way sober, he might have given a compassionate answer, but instead, flopped right over, making matters `worse' for Jason, spreading all that mancreme in between!
Years later, Michael would reflect back upon Jason's hiring, switching him around to different wings of the company. Lying on that beach in St. Thomas, Jason frolicking in the ocean, he thinks about how coincidences changed his life, a particular milestone, getting married. In the long run, he smiles, thoughts of his life fulfilled; of a man who could afford anything, winding up as a man who has everything!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
`FoR ThE MaN WHo HaS EVeRyTHiNG' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.