"But, now it's my turn," he grinned, flopping on to his back and pulling his knees into his chest. His wilting dick splatted wetly against his abs and left a trail of cum dribbles when he pulled his legs up. His hole winked seductively.
"You are gonna get so fucked," I smiled down at him, repeating many earlier promises.
Turn about is fair play, I decided, pushing his knees into his chest and raising his ass off the bed. Now, it's my turn to get some butt munching accomplished before my hard dick drills his black hole. I kissed around his winking, anxious pucker, sniffing at his male scent. Jim wiggled his ass, trying to get me to lick his hole, or at least kiss it. But, his hole needed to be teased more before his big muscle butt was mounted and filled.
"Please, John! I need it badly!" Jim begged.
I ignored his plea. As hard as I was, if I started eating his tasty ass, I'd probably spray a load all over his back. No, it would be better if I took the long way round.
But, I hadn't figured on the chance that Jim would grab my head with both hands and shove my face into his ass, his winking back door squarely planted on my lips.
"Yeah," he moaned when I gave in and licked his delicious hole. "Fuckin' eat that ass!" My tongue burrowed and lapped at his open, ripe asshole. The only thing that could have made it better would be for him to be sitting on my face, instead of my face buried in his ass this way. Of course, adding a load of jizz for me to eat out would have been a terrific topping, but that would have to come later. However, as hard as my dick was, that wouldn't be much longer.
As I was thinking about working his ass with my tongue a little longer, he pulled my head away from his hole and pulled me bodily higher. We kissed fiercely, sharing the taste of each other's ass. He released me long enough to center my leaking dick against his wet manhole and forced me into him.
"Fuck! You're big!" he groaned as several inches of steely dick spread and stretched his ass tunnel. "I've been waiting for this since last Sunday. You have no idea how hard it was NOT to get fucked this week without you here."
"You got it now, Baby. Take it all!" I added, shoving in the last three inches and grinding it in. He winced, but held on to my ass, keeping me deeply seated.
We fucked with slow deliberate thrusts, edging closer to climax, but holding still if we got too close. Jim could tell when I was close. My entire body shook, like the ground trembling before a huge wave crashes ashore. I pulled out, leaving only the head inside him. His ass muscles chewed lightly on it. That was nearly as bad as him sucking it hard with his butt tunnel. The feathery touch was almost too much. I growled at him and he backed off.
But, this couldn't last. I'd been edged too many times. It was inevitable. I gave into the delicious pleasure and powerfucked his ass in long, deep strokes, gaining maximum joy as my dick started to spray. My nuts kicked hard and my dick jerked in accompaniment.
"Yeah, Baby! Cream that hole!" Jim urged hungrily. "Knock my black ass up!" he added, pulling me hard into his ass with his big hands. When I tried to back off and give him a deep thrust, he wouldn't allow it. He wanted my sperm planted deeply. Evidently, I was scratching an itch that he loved to have worked over.
We kissed savagely as my dick fired again and again. His legs wrapped around my waist as his hands continued to press down on my pistoning ass. We both needed this in a big way.
When my dick finally stopped squirting baby batter so hard, my need to seed waned. Jim's hands were less urgent as were our kisses. My hips continued to fuck, but more slowly and with more length. His ass sucked lightly on me, knowing that I'd be sensitive after a climax as hard as that.
"As impossible as it seems, this was even better than last weekend," he sighed.
"No argument from me," I agreed.
I released his legs (which he lowered) but left my dick in his ass. It felt good to be inside him again. Such a big man to be a great bottom, I marveled to myself. But, size of body or dick seems to have nothing to do with bottom or top preferences. That's sure been my experience. The biggest dick I ever sat on was 11" and I only got it once (partly because it was so damned big, but mostly because he was an insatiable bottom).
I rolled off and lay beside him, panting. "Best workout I've ever enjoyed," I grinned over at him. We lay next to each other for several more minutes and talked about nothing in particular (mostly what we did at work during the week, which was boring, and what the drive up was like, nearly as boring as work).
Finally, he rousted us out of bed and we showered. Well, we showered, but played around a lot while we were at it. By the time we'd eaten cum from each other's ass and I'd sucked another load from his dick, the water had turned cool. We dried off, put on nylon workout shorts and sandals. Jim started dinner (one from a cookbook that Rachael Ray wrote for 30-Minute Meals) and I helped where I could. Of course, it took longer than 30 minutes with our sexual interruptions.
As dinner cooked, Jim blew me, swallowing another load. I tried to get another one from him, but he said that his next load was going up my ass. I pulled my shorts down and offered my ass to him, but he only licked my ass trench and pulled my shorts back up. "You'll get what you need later," he promised.
We'd nearly burned dinner being distracted like we were. But, it was delicious anyway. Jim certainly knew his way around a kitchen, as well as my ass and dick.
With dinner out of the way, we settled into his living room and discussed our upcoming trip to Europe. He'd called the travel agent on Monday as he'd promised and gave the guy some general guidelines of what we had in mind.
"How much time do you think you could get away for?" he asked.
"I have enough time to be gone more than a month, but I'm not sure I wanna reduce my vacation balance so far," I answered warily. "Whatcha got in mind?"
"Well, I was thinking of London and a couple of day trips around there, then Amsterdam, and my favorite, Bruges, Belgium. That could be the first week. We could take a train or a sea ferry to St. Petersburg in Russia, go back through the Baltics, hit Berlin, and do Paris, or just head south to Provence and catch a gay bicycle tour."
"How long's the bicycle tour?" I asked.
"A week," he answered with a grin, "but, that would still leave us some time to do Tuscany in Italy. How's that sound?"
"Ambitious!" I laughed. "We could do all that in a month?"
"Well, probably not all of it. That depends on what sights you wanna see and how much time you can take off."
"Don't you have a problem taking off all that time at once, too?"
"Nah, they've been after me to use my vacation time instead of letting it dissipate into the ether," he revealed. "Of course, this won't be the only vacation we'll be on. There are many other places to see and things to do on future trips."
"I really do think it's too ambitious," I repeated. "Maybe, we should put off London and go directly to Berlin or Paris. We'll leave St. Petersburg for another time. But, the bicycle tour sounds like fun!"
"I thought it did, too," Jim agreed. "That reminds me, my neighbors want us to join them for dinner tomorrow night. They're great cooks and they've been to some of the places I've suggested as well as doing the bike tour. And the way they've been raving about that tour, they'll be a great resource for us. They've also been on a river cruise up the Rhine, so that could be added to our trip, too."
"Do we want to do escorted tours?"
"It's the best way to see a new place," Jim instructed. "You get into all the exhibits, museums, castles, churches, etc. without the hassle. Accommodations are taken care of (even during the high tourist season) and so are most of the meals. The drawback is that you're like a bunch of sheep following the shepherd into the next field. Another downside is that you can't spend extra time at a place that interests you or skip a place and move on when you find it uninteresting. So, we'd have to select carefully. But, there are so many tours offered that you can almost always find the one that suits you best."
We discussed the trip for another two hours, writing down all the questions and the pros and cons of the places both of us wanted to visit. Finally, we went to bed at nearly midnight after we'd watched a movie. If the movie hadn't had a lot of action in it, I'd have fallen asleep. I was dog tired!
But, Jim had doggie style in mind! And I was pleased with his technique as well as the depth of his fuck. He'd rolled me up on to my shoulders again and forced me to suck my own dick as he pumped another creamy load into my hungry ass. I stroked my dick a couple of extra times while I licked the precum-smeared head. His big dick swelled in my ass and fired his horsedick load. I sucked myself off, my climax squirts timed nearly perfectly to his savage thrusts and sperm-loaded sprays into my upturned hole.
In the middle of the night, I fucked him on his side. When I finally finished a good, long session of deep thrusts, I flooded his butt with my load. He flipped me over on to my stomach and unloaded a similarly bountiful bolus of jizz into my ass.
We slept until about 7 a.m. when he tossed the covers off and started sucking my cum-stained dick. I pulled him up to a 69 position and ate his ass, tasting my loads from yesterday and last night. He rolled me over until we'd reversed positions, his face in my ass and my mouth cleaning off his monstrous horsedick. I was the first one to break, begging him to fuck my ass and add more cum to his previous efforts. Of course, he agreed readily.
When he pulled out, sated, I rolled him on to his stomach and loaded him up as well as he'd done me last night. His big, muscle ass loved my deep thrusts and my wide dick that stretched his hot, love tunnel. I stayed inside him after I climaxed, allowing my dick to drain and my body to rest on his broad back and ass. I knew I was getting heavy, so after about five minutes, I rolled off. He cuddled up against me and we kissed, softly.
"You're the best sex I've ever had or ever dreamed of," he sighed.
"Same to you, Bruh," I agreed. A few minutes later, I asked, "What are the plans for the day?"
"Not much, really. Just some grocery shopping and I need to make a dish for tonight's dinner with the neighbors," he replied.
"What can I do to help?"
"Just look hot."
"I need to do more than that."
"You do more than that and I'll never get outta bed or your dick outta my ass," he laughed.
"And the same to you!" I agreed.
"Let's shower and regale each other with gym tales of the week," he suggested.
"If we do that, we'll be back in bed again," I cautioned.
"I'm willing to take the risk."
I told him about my adventures in the sauna, but before I'd finished my tale, my dick was up his ass again, demonstrating what I'd done. He loved every thrust and drop of jizz.
"I only had one guy this week that's worth repeating," Jim said after I'd pulled out of his seeded ass. "Tom's a totally ripped, older guy who has to be at least 50, and a brutha. He's only about 5'5" (or less), but his shoulders are enormous, his stomach flat and rippled, with really great legs. But, his unclipped dick hangs really big. And that bubble butt of his is to die for."
"Sounds delicious."
"Oh, yeah, and more. I've been fuckin' his ass for a couple of years now. We don't get together often, because he usually works out at another gym. Anyway, he loves to ride my dick and take a load every time we're at the same gym at the same time. Oddly enough, he's the only bisexual guy I've ever met, and a true bisexual. He's gotta stable of women who are hot for his monster dick and incredible body, even at his age. And I know I'm not the only one tappin' that ass of his. He takes me far too easily."
"Where'd you do him?"
"In the steam room," Jim answered. "This was like Wednesday. I was just about to get dressed after I'd worked out and showered when he came into the locker room. He stripped of his clothes fast and flexed. That man looks better every time I see him," Jim sighed. "He casually walked over and squeezed my dick, then nodded toward the steam room. I couldn't believe how bold he was. Considering how hot his body is and how big he hangs, I know someone must have seen him grab my dick. But, no one said anything, so I headed back in the direction of the steam room. When I opened the door, I checked to see if anyone else was in there. The place was empty. I nodded back to him, signaling that the place was ours. He grabbed a towel and followed me in."
"No one scampered in behind him?"
"No one. That really surprised me, but I guess if anyone saw him grab my dick, they didn't pursue it," Jim said. "In his towel, he'd secreted a small jar of Vaseline. He handed me the lube and got on his knees on the wooden bench. His ass was hard as steel, but not nearly as good as yours. I like yours much better," he grinned.
"The logistics of you two fucking had to be difficult, given the difference in your heights," I observed.
"We learned quickly that having him kneel on the first bench got his ass right up to the height of my dick," Jim laughed. "Anyway, you know how I love to eat butt, so I chewed on his ass lips for a couple of minutes before I applied some Vaseline to both of us and shoved my dick all the way in. He didn't even wince! He's gotta be takin' some big dick from some guy, or he has a closet full of monster dildos!" he smirked.
"Very possible."
"I pounded his butt and stroked his dick at the same time. Within another minute, I felt his dick convulse, his ass tighten, and heard something wet hit the back of the wooden bench. Tom was blasting a load like he'd not shot off in a week. He always could cum a gallon. The guy's got nuts like a bull. I rapidly pumped his dick and got off up his ass at the same time. He just said, `Thanks, Man. I needed that.' and left. My dick was still hard and dripping cum. He got fucked, he got off, and he was finished."
"If you hadn't shot your load in his ass, would he have finished you off?" I wondered.
"Sometimes, he sucks me off if he finishes first, but lately, he's just wanted to get fucked. So, I make sure that I'm primed and ready to fire when he starts to unload," Jim revealed.
"You ever thought of him in more permanent terms?"
"Nah. He's far too much into women (and as you can tell), it's all about him. But, he's still a great fuck!"
"He does sound pretty impressive," I allowed.
"Yeah, he's got an incredible body, doubly so considering his age."
Jim made love to me in the tenderest manner I'd ever had with him. It nearly brought tears of joy to my eyes. His soft kissing, his slow pace, his incredible dick in my ass made it the best ever. When he finally climaxed inside me, it was an act of love, not sex. As hard as he squirted into me, I was sure that he'd knocked me up. He'd even managed to suck me off as he sprayed my deep, love tunnel.
"Gawd, you're good!" I exclaimed.
"It isn't me, John," he smiled, lowering my legs. "It's all about you and your skills in bed. I've never felt so good about sex with another man."
"We need to keep at it, then," I sighed. "This was so incredible."
"But, first, we need to shower and get something fixed for dinner next door," he said, pulling away from me. "And try to be good in the shower," he laughed.
I chased him into the shower, but we weren't very good. He ate my ass out, licking out some of his spent sperm. I turned the tables on him and repeated the procedure, enjoying some of my own creamy load from his ass. We dried off, brushed our teeth and rinsed our mouths out with mouthwash. Our neighbors knew we were as gay as they are, but there was no grace in greeting them with the smell of cum and ass on our breath.
Jim made a dried cherry, diced carrot, and chicken broth pot of rice to go with dinner. I know there were other spices involved, but I didn't pay much attention to that part of the preparation. He'd had me busy choosing the correct bottles of wine to go with the pork tenderloin dinner being served.
We walked next door and everyone had two glasses of wine while dinner cooked. They regaled us with tales of travel in Europe (being their favorite and apparently only vacation destination) and how they dealt with being a black/white couple. They were fairly evenly matched with Jason (the white boy) and Andre (the black man) about the same height and weight (6' tall and about 180 pounds). Both worked out religiously at the gym, but weren't massive bodybuilders by any stretch of the imagination. Both were well toned, though. And both showed off impressive bulges in their nylon basketball shorts. Jim had told me before I met them that he used to fuck with both of them pretty regularly, but oddly, never together. Both were excellent bottoms, so I wondered what they did when they were alone. Jim deduced that they must be fucking each other, because both loved to bottom so much and both were well hung at about 8" of thick man meat.
After dinner, they pulled out several brochures and displayed a hundred pictures or so of them on several vacations in Europe. Because Jim had mentioned our possible bicycle tour in France, they pressed us to contact one particular travel group that specialized in gay and lesbian tours. Jason and Andre had been on three of their bicycle tours already and loved them all. On only one occasion did they have to deal with rain, and that was only for two days.
Although they made it clear that they'd love to fuck the evening away with us (separately or together), I declined. It didn't feel right for me to be fucking around, with Jim right in front of me. Somehow, it felt different when he was in Seattle and I was in Portland. It shouldn't have, but it did.
When we got back to Jim's condo, we talked about how I felt. "It just didn't seem right," I began. "I'm not saying that if either one or both of them came on to me at the gym at home that I wouldn't fuck both of them. But, somehow, it just didn't seem appropriate for me to be workin' over their butts with you right there next to me, or even in the next room. I'm not suggesting that it makes any sense, but it didn't feel right tonight."
"Your feelings are your feelings," Jim allowed. "If you were uncomfortable, I can honor that. Besides, there's no mystery for me with them. Been there, done both of them. But, I'm okay with your decision."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Don't think that I'm suggesting that we try for monogamy just yet when we're apart," I cautioned. "Being with you is all the satisfaction I need. But, I don't think I could be `good' if I had to go without sex for a week without you. No sex, except on the weekends? That's not possible!" I laughed.
"Nor is it for me, at least not now," Jim agreed.
"I hope they don't think I'm a complete idiot or a prude," I sighed.
"They made their play and you turned them down," Jim said. "They'll get over it. I can explain it to them later in the week if you'd like."
"Only if they press you," I considered. "Don't make more out of it than it is."
It was raining again, so we went to bed. We enjoyed a leisurely 69, swapping cum after only 10 minutes. I fell asleep in his arms. It did feel good to have a man to snuggle into. My ass wiggled up against his drooling dick, with one arm under my head and the other draped over my chest. The fingers of one hand played with my nipple for a few minutes, and then were still. He'd fallen asleep, too.
In the middle of the night (I didn't bother to look at the clock, but it was still dark outside), I was awakened by a rocking motion. Jim had lubed up my butt and was slowly sliding his fat dick up my ass. As much as I'd been fucked lately, I might have slept through it. But, as big as his dick is, I'm not sure I could ever do that. Besides, I'd rather be awake to enjoy the pleasure he gives me and I give back to him when he cums inside me.
I thought about flipping him over and fucking him afterwards, but I enjoyed the feeling of his dick lodged in my ass (even though it was shrinking). Besides, there'd be plenty of opportunities in the morning and in the weekends to follow.
After breakfast Sunday morning (after two fucks up his ass and one more up mine), I sat him down and tried to get resolution on how much of our trip to Europe was going to cost and how much I would contribute. I didn't get very far before he pulled out several statements concerning his Frequent Flyer Miles program. The numbers were staggering. With an excess of 800,000 miles on his last statement, he could do anything.
"I have enough miles to get us both there and back for free in Business Class," Jim began. "There's no point in flying First Class unless you have more money than you have sense. The amenities just aren't that much better. Also, I have more than enough miles left over to stay at any four or five star hotel in Europe that we choose. Same for car rentals. So, the only things we really have to consider are gas for the car (if we rent one), the actual cost of the bicycle tour, and incidentals, like food, gifts for the family, etc. That's a pittance."
"And how much is that pittance?" I asked warily.
"The bicycle tour is $2,000 each (everything included, except for a few meals). Estimate food to be $40 a day each otherwise (and we're eating well on that budget)."
"What about gas for the car?"
"That depends on how much driving we do and the car we get," he mused. "And considering that gas over there is better than double the price here (more likely three times), it'll be a few hundred dollars. But, again, that depends on the economy of the car and how much driving we do. We could take the trains, but you don't really see the villages nor do you get to stop whenever you want."
"You're so used to traveling first class that I can't possibly keep up," I moaned.
"And that's why you should go as my guest," Jim pointed out.
"You're trying to keep me again," I bristled.
"No, I'm trying to get you to go on vacation with me and have fun. And NOT worry about the damned money all the time," he nearly shouted.
"I don't wanna be kept!" I repeated heatedly.
"And you've made your point, John. Can't you accept a well intended gift, no strings attached?"
I paused and stared at him. He was making the same point that Art had. I broke my stare and looked at my feet. "Jim, Art said the same thing to me. I know I'm being an ass about this. But, it feels like I'm being manipulated, controlled, expected to put out, do what you want, whenever you want, just because you're paying the freight."
He pulled me into a big bear hug. "John, Baby! You ARE an ass, but so am I!" he laughed. "And I love you. I should have thought more about your feelings about this, not the logic of it. I'm sorry, Baby. Can you forgive me?"
I kissed him tenderly. "There's nothing to forgive, Babe. I'm in the wrong here."
"We both are," Jim smiled. "So, what shall we do about it?"
"Well, I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you," I began.
"Forget that! Please, take advantage of me!"
"I meant about this trip."
"That, too!"
"You're impossible!" I laughed.
"Thanks," he grinned. "So, do I get my way?"
I sighed heavily. "Yeah, you win," I finally acceded. "But, I should pay for something," I offered.
"Buy your family and friends in Portland some terrific souvenirs, maybe some good wines to ship back to their homes," Jim suggested. "Then, we could go there and suck up some of the wine we've sent back and they'll have to feed us!"
I laughed out loud. What a manipulator he was. I wasn't going to get my way at all. I could see it coming. He'd wind up paying for that as well, if I knew him as well as I thought I did. I sighed again. Already, I could see Art laughing at me, but also congratulating me on snaring such a wealthy, generous boyfriend. I was lucky on so many levels, yet I chafed at my position. Maybe I needed counseling. I was being pigheaded about this whole trip thing. But, it still felt like I was taking advantage of him.
"I can tell we need to talk about this more until you get comfortable with it," Jim smiled at me. "Reciting all the logical reasons you should allow me to pay for it hasn't been working. You don't need more rational reasoning from me. I think you need some reassurance that allowing me to be generous doesn't come back and bite you in the ass some way. I don't want this to come between us, John. If I thought that was happening, I'd cancel the trip in a heartbeat."
"Oh, gawd! Don't do that!" I nearly exploded. "I've never had anyone do something even approaching this level of largess and not feel like it was only a matter of time for the other shoe to drop and I'd be paying for it later."
Jim thought for a moment. "Think of it as a scholarship like you had at college. You were expected to compete to the best of your skills, keep your grades up, and graduate. Right?" I nodded. "Okay, then, this trip is the same thing. I'm paying the `tuition, room, and board' and you have to have fun and enjoy yourself. Of course, if you fuck me to death on a regular basis, that'd be a nice fringe benefit," he giggled, squeezing my dick through my shorts.
"See! There's always a catch," I said, feigning terror. "I knew I'd have to perform! I'm just a slave to your sexual desires!"
"What a drama queen!"
"Princess."
He laughed at me again. "I just want to be with you, John. That's the bottom line. Weekends are great, but they aren't enough. A vacation with you would allow us to see if we could ever live together. Sooner or later, someone is gonna have to move, so we can make this relationship really sizzle!"
I was momentarily startled at his plans for our future. I hadn't really thought that far ahead in any conscious way. Of course, I'd enjoyed a few fantasies about being with him all the time, but the detail of living together to make that work hadn't been added. The reality was there facing me. We had to explore that together, some day.
"We'll see," I dodged. "But, it does have an appeal that I'll not deny."
By now, it was after noon. I'd have to be leaving soon for home. I held him closely and told him how much he meant to me. Of course, we fucked each other to death before we ate a late lunch and I said goodbye until the next weekend. Jim was going to make a bottom out of me yet, I smiled as I drove away from his condo. His monster dick in my ass felt better with each coupling. The mutual joy of feeling him jet sperm into my ass and my well-fucked hole drinking deeply of his essence was the crowning glory. When he pulled out, he always shoved his dick in my mouth and ate me out until I was beggin' for more dick. When I did that, he'd sit on my face and start eating my dick. That lead to the part that he loved. My big dick slid into his black ass, and pounded his hole until I flooded it with my love offering.
So, maybe he wouldn't make me a bottom after all. His butt was far too hot to leave it alone for long. And he needed to be dicked as much as I needed to seed his hole. Versatility is far under-rated! You get twice the sex. That alone is enough to keep me riveted to the idea and the activity.
When I got home, Art had left a message on my answering machine, asking me how my weekend went. I knew he wanted to know if I maintained my pigheaded attitude or if I gave in to the inevitable. I was beginning to think it was a plot cooked up by the two of them, but knew I was just being idiotic, again. His message could wait until tomorrow, I decided.
When I went to bed, I fingered my ass as I jacked off. As I licked his cum from my fingers, I sprayed five monster ropes of jizz that landed from my forehead to my abs. Yes, Jim was right. I needed sex a lot more than just weekends. And that meant his thick, long dick and no one else's seeding my hungry hole. Damn! I needed that man!
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