Michael's Fuck was always like that. © Alex Carr 201
I must have my daily constitutional of ripe young cock! said Michael looking at me in that familiar way I instantly recognised, which I knew meant another afternoon coupled up in his motor caravan.
But I had nothing else on so I might just as well `have nothing else on for
Michael's pleasure - except my black silk briefs which Michael liked me to keep on, `to leave something to the imagination,' as he put it.
It always meant a drink and a dinner in the best restaurant in town if I "afforded him" as he put it, he spoke very posh which in a way I did find attractive and anyway being with him was always a delight apart from maybe the spanking bit, which was one of his main turn on's to see me in my tight jeans well and truly pulled up into the crack of my bum to afford the most delightful ass for spanking he knew (his words again)
But with a bit of luck I was sometimes able to avert that if I gave him a real good time before hand, not as though I minded the occasional spanking, I do like to be all ass for him, it makes me feel particularly needed and wanted by this delightful man who is 15 years my senior but has enough experience and maturity to make it so good for me.
My job was as a beach hand in Torbay and Michael, who's I met via the internet, comes down fairly regularly at weekends and usually I have time off to accommodate him, which is nice.
"It's lovely to feel you again, I've missed you not seeing you last weekend, Pete, you do know that don't you?, I do think the world of you."
More like all he thought of was getting his thrill of me but I wasn't complaining, it did feel very nice what he was doing.
I nodded in reply enjoying his experienced touch, the way he massaged me through my silk briefs, the way he sniffed me there, taking his time and simply enjoying the moment, making all the time his wonderful compliments about my physique and how he wished he had my stature.
He was a bit heavy and had a bit of a pot belly but I somehow found him attractive in an odd sort of way and simply loved the way he so wonderfully fucked me.
"Pete you smell wonderful today, what is that you use that compliments your
natural scent?"
"I sprayed some `Brute' around I told him.
"Not on Freddy I hope" (Freddy he called my cock) " Sometimes the spray can bring up a rash and we don't want that do we? You are a very naughty boy and I should thrash you!"
I was thinking here was me, my own worst enemy and already I could feel the
sting in my ass, anytime now he would want me over his knee for you now what.
But I was wrong because he said he would forgive me this time because he just could not stop what he was doing and when he clasped his hands around my
backside I took the hint that he wanted me to press my crotch into his face so he could really sniff me up, in front and beneath too.
For a good fifteen minutes I enjoyed the utter delight of smothering him ass and cock, twisting around to let him have his thrill each way.. Then I held my breath as behind me he slowly removed my briefs and with his hands gently massaging my balls and cock which was divine, he started to suck my
ass, each cheek at a time, then stretching them wide apart I felt him sniffing again, hearing his whispers of how good was my hole and how he loved every sinew of me, that he wanted to lick and kiss me all over, every lit tle alcove and crevice he said and then I was enjoying his very lustful pursuits in a very wondrous way, like how he wanted me to steeply bend over, to spread eagle for him across the kitchen table so he could suck and eat me just at the right height, it was all very lovely and for me it could have gone on until the evening and more. He was in a real passion, in a world of his own and I was his meal, I felt like that sometimes as he really sucked me, leaving nothing to the imagination, he went at it hammer and tong and no messing, his breathing heavy and very lustful, I felt sometimes he really was eating me, the way he sucked cock, stretched it back and sucked my p-hole like there was no tomorrow. The way he penetrated me with his busy tongue moving it around and around. He loved it all big time.
He always seemed concentrated on doing what he wanted to do, he was satisfied with that and did not seem to want anything in return - I mean like me sucking him, but never the less all his doings of me really turned me on so much I usually managed to get a nice deep suck of saturated cock before he planted it neatly into me.- he had already pre-cum but said not to worry because he would have plenty left to `see to' me.
His cock was nice and firm and soothing, it was a delight to feel and suck Michael, I'd gotten use to that, the smell and taste of him there, and he always let me take my time because that way he could enjoy me too. I cant explain just how lovely and wonderful it is to do such wonderful intimacies with the guy you love, because I did love Michael, else I am sure I could never have gone to such intimate extremes,
"You are the perfect lover, Pete" he would say as he began to rim me again
with first his tongue and then his small finger, which meant that I was soon in for his deep and wonderful fuck, when the caravan would rock and me hoping no one outside would notice, because inside was our space, out little bit of privacy which we could both enjoy to our limitations.
"Let's take your fuck now, Pete! He asked in a commanding way which I liked too.
"How?" I asked knowing sometimes he liked me from the front, my legs clasping around his back but mostly, and my favourite fuck, doggy on all fours, spread eagled which always afforded the most sensual deep fuck of all when his penetration of me was complete
He indicated he wanted me doggy and started to massage his cock in readiness, letting me see him do that as he delicately brushed its length across my face and then I felt it at its full pride ready for the supreme fuck as he
prepared to take me, kneeling between my thighs behind and clasping my thighs firmly, having given me a couple of firm slaps each side beforehand., an indication that he wanted to spank me later and the very thought of that made my ass cheeks tighten and he loved it, with his cock already placed between ready for the fuck. And me moving and squeezing them to feel the throb of his hungry cock between.
Then I knew I was in for a hard time because, pre-fuck, that was one of the things that really made him animalistic almost to the extend that when he grunted it sounded like a tiger and I was his mate, ready for the taking, I was then, my whole body waited for the plunge, my spine was shivering with anticipation of a fuck I knew would be mastering my whole being, and when I felt that cock slide into and up me with one thrusting sweep I knew indeed I was being well and truly fucked to the core!
I felt the sweat poring from my forehead as he worked on me, feeling every thrust fuck me deep inside, feeling the absolute strength of him and the throb of him fuck and fuck me relentlessly until I was yelping.
And me being worried about the caravan shaking when I knew I was making all
that noise, whoever may have been outside would have known what was going
on inside but what the hell, nothing would stop Michael and I wouldn't want that because I knew any minute, and when he started to massage me underneath , still fucking my ass, I knew he was near to climax, another few grunts, almost a scream and there...
It happened, like a volcano blasting into my anatomy. My ass being manipulated in all directions as at last his heavy cock left me well and truly holed, I felt numb yet happy and well fucked and gratified. Michael's fuck was always like that!