LONG ROD II
"Oh man, you really know how to torture a guy."
"But I'd like this to not stop either..."
"OK, jeez, I'm right there now!" Tim yelled. So I stopped moving my finger. But it didn't work and his cockhead that was so swollen that it looked like the skin might split, leaped off my finger and erupted with a thick stream of hot cum. It only shot about a foot but it looked more like clothesline than liquid. "OOOOHHH SHIT," he yelled, and four more spurts of his man juice flew out of his jerking dick. The last spurt was thinner, like mine, and only travelled about six inches. His eyes which had been clamped shut now opened and he wheezed, "Whoosh, I think I came."
I brought some paper towels from my tent and we both used them to wipe up the splooge that covered us. Mine now watery and his still thick. "Maybe I've cum harder, but I sure don't remember when. I want a rematch. How about we get back together tomorrow morning?" Tim said.
I didn't sleep worth a damn, even though I fished all day and was thoroughly pooped out. That long fly rod I liked because I got nice distance on the cast left three good flys in three different trees. Maybe I wasn't concentrating on my fishing as much as usual and thinking more about how good the lovemaking was. And how good it was likely to be.
I had just made my second cup of coffee the next morning when Tim turned up with a mile wide smile. He drove in with his pickup this time. I cooked up another coffee for Tim and asked him whether he wanted to fish first and then have our tryst. "We've got all day to fish, so let's get naked," Tim said. "So are we gonna do the reverse and I breed you and then suck your brains out?" he said.
I told him while I was trying to sleep last night I had been thinking about it and I proposed a slightly different scenario. He was to breed me but first I wanted to just taste that hoodie of his. Then I wanted his cock up me but instead of his cumming, I wanted him to pull out, suck me off while he cooled down and then I'd give him a nice long suck. "Sounds like a plan," he said.
His organ tasted different this morning. Less spunky and better, so my guess yesterday was right: the dick taste then was changed by sweat and the smell of his waders. I kept my word and only sucked him gently for a minute. He wanted me on my knees and he lubed my hole with a finger before I felt his boner pressing on my rosebud. Nice guy, he was gentle working that oversized cockhead in and once in it felt very good. There's something extremely homosexual about being fucked and I reveled in the feeling of having a man's penis buried in my ass. Tim must have looked it too because he was taking frequent breaks. He'd be all the way in and then stop, make his cock throb a few times (which I loved, never felt that before) and then go back to the old in and out. My dick was really leaking precum and I didn't wasted a drop. It tasted every bit as good as Tim's.
Tim lasted a long time before he announced that the party was over and he had to pull out or he was going to cum. His rubber was wet inside from his precum. I hated to waste it but when you salvage it from a condom it has a rubbery taste and it really isn't worth saving. "Your weeping woodie is demanding my tongue but hold on a minute while I go to the truck and get my fave toy," Tim said. He came back with a very funny looking black thing. He saw my quizzical look and said, "You'll like this puppy. It's a vibrating butt plug shaped to fit in your fanny and cuddle up to your prostate. You'll love it." With some difficulty he rolled a rubber on it, lubed it up, turned it on and with some difficulty managed to insert it. It was so big it caused some real discomfort going in, but once in it felt quite nice humming in there.
Tim took me into his mouth, or as much as he could manage, and began to massage the underside of my boner with his tongue. I told him to go easy because with that prostate stimulation going on I wasn't going to last long. "Worth the discomfort of putting it in, no? And again, let me know when it's blast off time because I really want to see that long dong of yours squirt." He was just lightly licking the underside of my cockhead and the sensation of impending orgasm began to build. My cock was becoming super sensitive and pressure was building deep in my pelvis. I told him to stop sucking because I was enjoying this far too much to have it end so soon. He lifted off his head and stared at my stone hard boner like it was his last meal but the pressure instead of letting up continued to slowly build. Then my cock jerked up and the first spurt of cum arced up to splash on my chin and neck. My rod kept jerking and the jizz kept shooting, and shooting, and shooting. Even when the splooge stopped squirting my cock kept jumping and the orgasm lasted for another twenty seconds or so. It was the longest I could ever remember.
"I should have warned you, that vibrator does marvelous things," Tim said. I was already thinking of where I could buy one. Tim had never lost his erection and I felt bad that I had not kept up with harvesting his precum leak. What a waste. "I think I'd like your finger rubbing my prostate. It will be a different feeling than the butt plug and I know I'll like that too."
So I lubed my finger, found his prostate, and took that big glans into my mouth. Delicious! The taste was even better with the combination of fresh and drying precum in bigger proportions. I started to suck and finger fuck him. "Nice, but my prostate really wants a massage," Tim said. So I did as I lifted a dropped my head, sucking the whole length of him. After a couple of minutes I tightened my lips and popped that oversized glans in and out of my sucker. The suckee said, "I love it, I just love it, but relax your lips 'cause you'll make me cum too quick." So I did and substituted my other hand for fondling his big 'nads. His eyes were closed and his big smile told me he was enjoying my ministrations. "Oh my, you are a talented cocksucker but as the Rabbi said, it won't be long now...I'm getting pretty close," he said. My hands kept working but I stopped sucking and just used the tip of my tongue to tickle his piss slit. I knew I was going to get a facefull of jizz but that wouldn't be all bad. His chatter had stopped and now his eyes were clamped shut, his face a study in concentration. The skin on that big dickhead was stretched to tissue paper thinness and his precum was now a steady seep. His prostate in a second hardened and swelled, his penis jumped away from mr tongue and his first spurt splashed on my kisser. I jerked my head away to watch the eruption and it was different than yesterday. Less ropy, more liquid and more volume. Some dicks are fixed in space when they ejaculate but his was more a jumper, like mine. He didn't shoot far but the total volume was pretty impressive. It's counterintuitive but cum volume having been stored for days is less than that released twenty hour to forty eight hours previously.
"Whew, that was a gooder. We seem to have some kind of chemistry," he said. "So when are you going to bring that long rod of yours back to these parts?"
THE END
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