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His back was broad, brown and well muscled, like rippling waves of adobe colored desert. A single drop of shimmering sweat wound its way down -riverlike- the canyons and valleys carved by long hours of labor and exercise before disappearing into the little v-shaped cleft of muscle at the waist of his jeans. He began to turn around but my eyes did not move from his waist- line. Above, his flat, chiseled stomach moved slightly with his breath. Below, the denim of his pants was stretched and bulging with the mass of his cock.
I could feel him looking at me, with his eyes like cool water but I did not look up. I was as much from shyness as it was reluctance to take my eyes off of his swelled crotch. He reached out and lifted my face up by the chin and kissed me hard. I could barely breath as his mouth ground against mine. Lips, teeth and tongue all clashing like wrestlers.
He drew back for a moment, just long enough to roughly pull my t-shirt over my head. As I lifted my arms above my head he quickly twisted the shirt around my wrist cinching the cloth tightly and holding it with his left hand. With his right, he undid my belt and pull it from the loops, then unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down.
I struggled against him for a moment, kicking off my shoes and discarding my jeans. I felt his right hand go to my neck and push my head down, bending me over the rough wooden table next to me. His left hand still held the shirt knotted around my wrist. He moved to the side of me and then stooped to pick my belt.
The leather cracked against my asscheeks and I moaned as the blood rushed into them. My skin felt like it was on fire; my pulse began to pound in the pucker of my anus. The belt came again and again sometimes leaving burning welts across my back and sometimes curling around to lick my balls like a tongue of flame. I was gasping for lungfuls of dry air, swearing softly, begging sometimes. Then he stopped.
He moved around behind me dropping the belt and releasing my wrist, though I did not move. He bent across my back, nipples sparking against my shoulderblade; breath blowing hotly across my neck. He reached back and I felt him opening his pants. He pulled out the massive rod of his cock and guided it to my ass. Like a sword-swallower my sphincter opened to take him in. His swollen head probed against my ass leaving sizzling droplets of precum where it touched. There was a pause and then in one slow but intractable push he sheathed his cock in me.
I moaned, or screamed, or cried, I do not know as the fire pierced my like a hot poker. I felt his hands move to my nipples and begin pinching. I felt as though he were fucking all the way up the inside of my spine, pounding the base of my skull, filling my eyes with burning, salty tears. I moved back against him, grinding my ass-cheeks against the bones of his hips. My balls slammed back against his and threatened to ignite an orgasm in my own aching cock but I resisted.
He drew back on each stroke -just to ridge around the head of his prick- and then slammed it home again. The tensions of life, the air in my lungs, the thoughts in my head, everything was seared away. I couldn't take it any longer. My body began to tremble and my cock exploded. Cum jetted out of my dick slicking the table like a great oil spill.
Behind me, his teeth clamped into the muscles my neck as his own orgasm ignited. I could feel him firing streams of burning napalm into my ass as if he were going to refill the deflated tanks of my balls from the inside.
After a long time, after every drop had been shot into me he drew out and slowly turned me over, letting the still hot juices run down my legs. He helped me to stand and then held me when I was too weak to keep my knees beneath me.
At last I looked up, into the clear blue oceans of his eyes. We stroked each other until our heart beats grew calm and we kissed away our thirst. Then I slept against his clay colored chest, cool and safe.