WARNING! This story depicts graphic sex acts between consenting gay males. If gay sex offends you or is illegal at your locality, you'd better move on. If words like cock, cum, asshole and fuck bother you and you prefer penis, ejaculate, sphincter and intercourse, maybe you'd better move on also and snuggle up with an encyclopedia! Other wise, I hope you enjoy my story.
My characters always swallow cum freely and the only time rubbers are worn is if you expect some hunk to lick the cum off your cock after you fuck his legs off. In the real world, exercise caution; play safe and live long.
As always, I appreciate comments and story suggestions are always welcome. As inconceivable as it may seem, I am certain there is some fantasy out there I haven't thought of! The greatest compliment I can receive is that my stories made you hard or made you want to pop a load.
On to the story!
The scene - Somewhere in the Middle East
The characters - Fictional (Damn!)
He was slamming his cock up my ass with rhythmic slaps. I knew he had to be getting close but I was determined we were going to cum together. My fist was stroking my cock in time to his thrusts. I felt the tingle in my balls just as he pulled off my mouth and told me he was about to cum. I started running my tongue over the beard stubble of his chin. Anything that was additional contact with his body. When I shot my load, it flew hard and hit my chest with wet smacks. As my orgasm subsided, I lay there unmoving. My hand still circled around my meat squeezing the last cum out of it. As my head cleared and muscle mass responded, I swung off the bed. My chest was streaked in cum and there were splashes on my pillow. I was alone. Man, I'm either going to have to get that stud or find a fantasy to replace him! I thought as I padded my way into the bathroom. It is a good thing I don't do this very often. About once a week was all I could manage. Of course, Mike had only arrived that day but already the attraction was a strong.
My first exposure to him had been like a scene out of a bad porno. I had raced into the mess hall just a couple of minutes before the door normally would be locked for the night. The company that maintained our remote construction camp was rigid with and if it was 5 seconds past 19:00, you were shit out of luck. Not that missing a meal was a bad thing! There was a new cook and he was having trouble getting his act together. Often the food was horrible. The classic of all time was the sweet and sour corned beef.
So I was standing in front of the serving counter trying to decide if anything was edible when from behind me a voice said, "Anything look good?" The accent was definitely English but being bad with accents, I couldn't tell you from what part. All I knew was it was deep and sexy.
I turned and gave him a sidelong glance. A new face. "The beef looks okay," I responded.
"How about the chicken?"
"Naw, I could never get into chicken, I'm a beef eater," I said.
"Yeah, I'll bet you are," he said without so much as missing a beat.
By the time I could discern some double entendre going on, there were shouts coming from the mess hall and he was joined by some of his mates he hadn't seen for a few years. With slaps, bear hugs and loud voices they surrounded him before I could fully check him out. Was it possible a kindred spirit had just arrived? Or just someone who knew the right words? I knew to the best of my knowledge, and that was almost never in error, I was the sole gay male in our camp of almost 2,000 people. Only some 25 of us from western civilization, the balance was a mix of assorted Asian nationalities and they made up our clerical, laborers and skilled craftsman. They did the heavy lifting, we supervised.
Taking my plate, I took a table on the right hand side of the room. The left-hand side is smoking where the new addition had gone to join his friends. At a distance, he looked to be less than six foot but had a compact body with huge biceps and a solid chest revealed by a tight fitting shirt. Oh, one other thing, he had a delectable knot at the junction of his thighs. No wedding ring or tan line from one. Not that it would be a deterrent.
After the ruckus was over, they had allowed him to get some dinner before they tore the food line down. I couldn't be sure of it but it seemed like at times when our eyes would meet, he held my gaze a little too long for casual eye contact. I decided on the old quickly raised eyebrow signal and was rewarded with a slow smile that was a cross between a grin and a smirk. Hard to gauge what this one was about but I was going to find out. I just hoped he didn't hold it against me about the beef; it was horrible and tough. Abandoning the inedible meal, I left. It did not escape my notice that his eyes followed me out. Things were definitely looking better.
I had kind of been in a bit of a slump the past couple of weeks and a lengthy courtship of this hunk might be just what I needed to shake me out of it. I knew the courtship of straight men requires care and takes time. But the successful results mean many a night of blissful sucking safe in the knowledge that if any dared to even imply I might be a cocksucker, my suck buddy would be at my defense faster than mascara on a Liza Minnelli impersonator.
The man who had been the current lust of my life had given into his wife's ultimatum and didn't return from his last R&R. It had been over a month since I had wrapped my lips around some studs healthy member and I was going through withdrawal. Alas, Gary was the pick of the litter in our camp. I may be a cocksucker but I don't swig down just any man's juice. I've never been with a man yet that I didn't find physically pleasing and believe me, these were not lofty ideals. Of all the 25 or so men, Gary had been No. 1. Number 2 wasn't even in the race.
But Gary had de-camped and left a void in my life or more correctly, between my lips. The man had grace, charm, decent body and the sweetest tasting load in all of Tennessee. He was sorely missed. I received an E-mail from him just yesterday telling me that he had just come up for air but misses my tongue horribly. Undoubtedly not as much as I missed his prick being that it was fucking his wife's legs off and I was jerking off thinking about it.
The following day I was heading down to the coffee room when I glanced into the construction manager's office. There was my English stud-muffin casually talking to Nick. I got my coffee but instead of going back to my office, I went into the engineering office, which was just opposite Nick's. Correctly aligning my sights through the two open doors, I got out a stick of drawings and started flipping through them. I couldn't tell you what was on them, I was checking out my stud. The assumptions of the previous night had been correct. The only things I could add was the very nice thighs, a buzz cut, a decent patch of hair showing from the gap where the two top shirt buttons were opened and a nice square jaw that made the buzz cut look good. Odd, but looking at him now, that chin definitely looked like it needed to be licked. I couldn't say exactly at what point he became aware of me being there but now, and I was not imagining it, he was checking me out. No, I could not be mistaken about that. I hung up the drawings and stood there talking to the clerk and glancing at my stud. When it became evident the conversation was over, I moved to the door, meeting them as they were leaving. I was hoping Nick would introduce us but he didn't. No matter, it gave me a chance for a closer inspection. The basket was nicer today than last night. A real mouth waterer. I was looking forward to getting to know this stud.
That night was our usual weekend kick off barbecue at the camp pool. Our camp had a lot of real heavy drinkers in it. Meals could get pretty rowdy on weekends, which was why the cook out got started. They pretty much ate early and then settled in for getting really ripped. As usual, I was delayed getting out of the office so I missed the first wave and the area was deserted. I had anticipated that being the case. Tonight was steak night and they usually didn't screw up a steak and baked potato. I was looking forward to a decent meal and enjoying it in relative peace.
I sat down at my usual spot with my back to the barbecue grill. The wind was always active and if it shifted, at least I wouldn't get a face full of smoke. As it was right now, I was cross wind to the grill and the warm breeze was actually very pleasant. It was sunset and as did happen on occasion in this god-forsaken country, the sky was vivid red and orange with the colors on the low clouds reflected in the surface of the pool. Moments like this were rare and I was actually able to forget where I was. I was wrapped up in the display in front of me when I heard a voice from behind me talking to the cook.
I heard footsteps and knew my sunset was about to be intruded on. "Mind if I sit here?" The voice was deep and sexy, obviously English.
"No, please sit anywhere," I sputtered. For once in my life, I was taken off balance.
Sitting down opposite me, he angled his chair parallel to the table so he could enjoy the sunset also. He was slouched forward. I was torn between viewing the sunset and ogling his crotch and those beautiful thighs so nicely wrapped in the faded denim of his levies.
"It's very nice out tonight. It doesn't happen like this often."
"Yea," was all I could mutter.
Like all sunsets, this one lasted a short while. When it had blown its wad, he swung his chair around facing me. He extended his hand, "Mike Watkins."
I shook his hand back, "Mark Taylor." I have to admit I was a little surprise at the man's grip. It was powerful and I am not a week sister either. I hadn't thought to find out what this stud was doing here. He was obviously not with engineering and I believed we had all the construction staff already on site. His body suggested he worked for a living. His face also showed a lot of weathering making it difficult to pinpoint his age. I judged him to be late thirties. Yes, this man had a presence to him that even made my heart (and dick) stir.
Our steaks arrived at the same time. "I was reluctant about the steaks after that mess last night," I said hoping he wouldn't think I would have liked that shit they had served the previous night.
"Yea, that was pretty bad. How do you normally like your meat?"
Oh, oh! Here we go again! I thought but said, "Around here you take what ever you can find. Overall size doesn't matter but given a choice, I like it a little on the thick side. Juicy is always good. Aged is okay but not so tinder it falls apart as soon as I sink a tooth in it. Preferable unseasoned but that depends on how the meat is cut."
"Sauce?" he asked
"Right on the meat if it has a good flavor, other wise on the side so I can decide if I want to eat it or not."
"It sounds like you've got high standards, any room for compromise?"
"Of course but you asked me how I like my meat and I told you. Just because a guy wants a fillet mignon doesn't mean he wouldn't eat a juicy T-bone if it were offered. AND a starving man will gladly eat a hamburger! So, how do YOU like your meat?"
"I'm not much of a meat eater, I'm afraid."
"You prefer chicken?" I asked incredulously.
Chuckling at my response, he said, "No, not hardly! Mainly fish when it is available, which isn't often lately."
"Oh," was all I could say. Straight, I thought. That explained the attraction. It was just as well, this one I could fall for and that was something I had long ago thought would never happen. Lust was one thing, love yet something altogether different! My glorious career as a cocksucker was not indiscriminate but I had always seemed to wind up being attracted to the straight guys and when I managed to score with one, I remained loyal, more or less, and craved his meat requiring nothing for myself but his abundant load. I am certain a shrink could spend a decade on my psyche. Once a project was over and we moved on, a few remained buddies. After all, we did spend time together when I wasn't on my knees with their members in my mouth. Over the years I had accumulated a fair number of suck buddies and even occasionally managed a reunion with some of them. Although they were never known to each other, I maintained a secrete fantasy that some day, I would invite them all to a reunion and have them all at once. Well, I might have to limit them to groups of six at a time! I've had an extensive career.
We finished the rest of the meal in silence and I was anxious to be gone from this place. I don't know why but the whole exchange had put me off. It seemed like he was toying with me, leading me on and then dropped a bomb on me. I knew it wasn't disappointment. If I wanted to court him, I could and maybe I would or wouldn't score with him. It was never guaranteed. He certainly was desirable and that would make the effort worthwhile. And he knew the score; enough had been said to assure him I was gay.
"That wasn't too bad," I said pushing the plate aside. I wanted to leave but knew I couldn't just bolt. That would look stupid. I pushed my chair away and at an angle to the table so I could slouch and cross my legs. This also allowed me to not look in his direction. I stared out into the desert. The breeze was picking up again and seemed to get warmer. Probable get a shamal before the night was over.
"Mind if I smoke?" he asked.
"Sure, go ahead." He was cross wind from me and it wasn't my place to restrict him. The silence was awkward and I felt like a fool allowing him to intimidate me like this. Needing to say something, anything, to break the silence, I said the first thing that popped into my mind, "Would you like to come to my room for a drink some time?" It was a good thing it was dark because as hot as my face felt I had to be redder than that sunset. I couldn't believe that I had said that to him. What the hell was I thinking??
"Sure, I'd like that," he said.
"Oh, okay," I responded getting up awkwardly and trying to get out of there.
"Hey! Which room?" Mike called out to me.
"12B," I called back over my shoulder, hoping he hadn't heard.
Now, safely in my room, I gulped down a drink to steady my nerves. It helped. I decided he probably didn't think anything at all about it and hadn't noticed anything. Plus, offers are made all the time and people don't follow up on them. I'd probably never see him again. Feeling better, I showered, dressed in clean underwear and a T-shirt and settled in for a quiet evening. I didn't have any new movies to watch so decided to fuck around with the computer for a while. I was sending Gary a raunchy E-mail when I thought I heard a tap at the door. I listened but decided it was probably Greg, the guy who lived in the adjoining unit. Our doors were next to each other and I often heard him going in and out. Still, it was just after 8:00 and he was probably still at the pub. I decided I had better check. Just as I approached the door, I heard another tap. Someone was there.
"I hope the offer was good for tonight," Mike said as I opened the door. He had showered and even from where I stood, I could still smell the lingering scent of the soap the camp provided. He was wearing once white tank top and jersey trunks that were slowly turning grayer and grayer thanks to the various camp laundries he had known. His chest was more magnificent now that I could see more of it. It was heavily muscled and the masses of thick black hair seemed to add more weight to it. The nubs of two nipples were pushing out the tightly stretched ribbed fabric. The smooth biceps seemed even larger with out having a shirtsleeve bisect them.
"Yea, sure, anytime, come on in!" I had to be sounding hysterical. "Wanna drink?"
I could see amusement on his face and I guess I was blushing again because my face was hot. I retreated to the small sink and fridge in the corner and fixed his drink. Leaning against the counter, I realized I had a hard on. I guessed I had gotten it writing out the message to Gary. Now what!?! How was I going to go back in there like this? I couldn't even get to my closet for something to put on because it was right next to the chair he was sitting on! "FUCK IT," I said out loud and marched back in. Handing him the drink, my hard cock was at eye level to his face. He glanced up with a quizzical look.
"Are you gay?" he asked directly.
Now it was my turn to play games. "Let's just say I know my way around a man's body pretty well."
He nodded. "You have any problems taking bottom?"
I couldn't believe he had been so direct. "My second favorite position."
Mike raised his eyebrows. "The first being?"
"On my knees." I said holding his eye and refusing to back down. He blinked first. Now I was back in control.
It seemed as if having all that out in the open, we were free to be ourselves and not worry about it. I still wanted him, worse than ever now and I knew before the night was over, I would proposition him. I sat on the end of the bed, which was next to the chair; he was only a few feet from me. It was then that I really noticed his crotch. He might wear underwear with levies but he had none on now. He sat with his legs crossed. The worn jersey clung snugly and showed a nice out line. It was of a moderate length and nicely thick with the crown of the head being blunted by what I assume to be a foreskin. Since he was European, I thought the chances were good that he would be un-cut. A large mound of balls was held snugly against the inside on one of his massive thighs.
We talked for about ten minutes about the various projects we had worked on. I found out he was a contractor we hired to do some specialized work. He would only be here about six months. Once I relaxed, I found him to be more of a turn on than ever. His voice alone was enough to give me a hard on.
Noticing his glass was almost empty, I got up to freshen it. While doing it, the overhead light was switch off. I had some problems seeing so the drink was probably stronger than he wanted but it was his fault if it was. The only light in the room was the computer screen and the dim light over my bathroom sink. Returning, I handed him his glass. He was slouched forward now with his ass on the edge of the chair, his legs were uncrossed and spread wide. His left hand was on his thigh; his thumb was slowly rubbing back and forth on the cock shaft. "Feel good?" I asked.
"Yea," he said grinning at me shyly. "This is my friend. I make him feel good and he makes me feel good. We kinda take care of each other since we don't have any other friends to do it for us." His strokes were having an effect on both of us. Even in the dim light, the crown of his cock head was clearly visible now and he was getting thicker. My cock had expanded and was probably visible also. "Mark, buddy, I think you should come over here and meet your new friend," he said in that deep voice which was so sultry, almost raspy, and could have levitated me to the spot between his legs.
We both knew I wanted it, there being no reason to pretend otherwise, I got to my feet and knelt between his legs. In this position, I felt like I was home from a long trip. Without taking my eyes off his cock, I ran my hands up and down his muscular thighs, the coarse hair caressing my fingertips. I was totally aware of him watching me. Glancing up at him, I could see he had an intent look on his rugged features, like I was being studied. I leaned forward, pressing my face in his crotch, my lips at the precise junction between his balls and his shaft. Although not completely hard, there was firmness to his cock that indicated it wouldn't be long before it was solid. Continuing to nuzzle him and lick his meat, I fished his balls out of the snug fabric and rubbed them. Then sliding down, I started slowly sucking one hairy nut at a time the whole time tugging his trunks down until the waistband was resting on the top of his cock. He was now almost completely hard; he was indeed very thick. I judged it to be probably seven inches long. I moved up and started nuzzling and licking his thick, course bush, taking mouth fulls of hair and chewing on it. I knew I was putting on a show for him but he was going to see a real cocksucker at work. Too few men actually knew what a good suck was all about. Anyone can slobber on a man's poll and call it a blowjob. It took little skill to bring a man off but real cock sucking was an art form.
His cock was now as hard as steel, I hadn't given it the final test yet but that would happen shortly. Without ceremony, I tugged his trunks down and off his feet. "Loose the shirt," I said brusquely and it was gone in a heartbeat. If I hadn't been anxious to have him in my mouth, I would have dove in and licked the hair off his torso. However, my attention was called elsewhere. Once free of the confines of his trunk his pole swung up and was standing a couple of inches off his belly. It was magnificent. Thick it was all right but not in the unmanageable jaw breaker size. Even a connoisseur such as myself knew he had limits. Pulling his poll back as far as possible, I released it and let it slap on his belly. It returned a loud but dull thud when it hit the solid muscle mass of his lower belly but immediately sprung back up. Excellent, I thought. I could tell already, this stud was going to push me to the limits. But he was going to get one hell of a ride in return for it.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could at the base of his shaft and closed it sinking my teeth in very softly, not enough to cause pain or even discomfort. Just enough to see how it was received. He didn't flinch, twitch or even hold his breath. All he did was say, "You weren't kidding."
"I Never kid about eating meat" and for emphasis, I opened my mouth and slid all the way down to the root. That was a calculated risk. Deep throating is easy for me but it has to be worked up to. I would have been embarrassed after this great display of bravado I was putting on and then gag like some novice. I obviously was doing something he liked. Mike pushed his head back into the chair back and pushed his hips forward forcing his knob deeper in my throat and my face deeper into his bush. There is no way I can describe the thrill I get when this happens. It is a true rush. Grunting my appreciation, I started backing off sliding my tongue over every surface I could reach. Arriving at the head, I gave it a quick polish with my tongue and slid back down. On the next upward movement, my thumb and forefinger were wrapped around the base of his shaft to maximize the sensations for him by anchoring his loose skin. My free hand cupped his nuts and started rolling them around. His balls were very heavy. I started working toward a rhythm of the speed that I knew most men liked, it was slow and steady. The slower speed allowing the maximum time to cover the most area, and at the same time not so slow that his whole cock was not involved in the work out. I could tell by the subtle response that this man knew a good blowjob and something told me I wasn't showing him anything new. The only response I seemed to get from him was an occasional deep sigh that had some elements of a moan to it.
I maintained the pace for several minutes, trying to gauge when he was getting close so I could back off. Getting the first taste of his pre-cum and in the absence of any signal from him, I decide I had better take some action to prolong this. The first step was to release his my grip on the base of his meat, the skin absorbing a lot of the friction caused by my tongue. Releasing his balls, I started rubbing his thighs. Now, without the block caused by my encircling hand, I could once again take him to the hilt. I relished the feel of his bush and the musky scent of his crotch. It was all I could do to keep from braking my own stride. My breathing was becoming jerky, almost as if I was about to cum. My own wet cock, still imprisoned in my underwear was straining at the thin cotton but my hands were too busy to even consider letting it out. More minutes passed and I was anxiously looking for a signal that he was getting close.
He was now very wet, as much from his own non-stop pre-cum and from my spit. My mouth moved easily up and down on his thick shaft with loud slurping sounds. I began to wonder how long I could hold up with this. I had been continuously on him for at least 20 minutes. The normal routine of sucking cock is not just the physical suck. There are the balls, the thighs and the bush to considered, each in their own turn. And that was only if I limited my activity to the lower part of the body. Bringing the chest, biceps and armpits into the picture could easily add another 20 minutes. Although admittedly, they got less attention but it still helped to divide the time and allow for a break. To me a good suck should last at least an hour. I noticed a quickening in his breathing combined with slow inhaling and a longer exhale.
I was just about to pull off when I got the first and only response, "I have it on good authority that the sauce has a good flavor, you had better decide if you want it on the side because here it comes!" Heading the warning, I slip up to his knob and started sucking and licking passionately. His head snapped back violently hitting the back of the chair. His hands clutched the arms of the chair and he pushed his hips down into the chair pulling briefly out of my mouth, a jet hit my lips and chin. His muscular frame was racked in spasms. He grunted and groaned loudly. My mouth was being pelted with volley after volley of his cum. It started leaking out, collecting in the halo of hair around the base of his shaft. He was cuming faster than I could swallow. Abruptly his spasms died and he was still, breathing very deeply, eyes closed, beads of sweat on his forehead, his hands had gripped the chair so hard veins were standing out in his forearms and his knuckles were white. I had just given him what one of my straight suck buddies called a nuclear orgasm because he had said it seemed as if an atomic bomb went off in his balls. I thought it was a cute compliment. Remembering my place, I continued in that time worn tradition of stroking his thighs gently and licking down around the base avoiding the sensitive head. Finally, he pulled out of my mouth but instead of sinking back in the chair he pulled me to him and started licking his cum of my chin.
"I told you I had it on good authority," Mike said and with that he licked it off my lips and slid his tongue in my mouth. I was taken by surprise and allowed him to pull me into his arms. We broke the kiss only for the amount of time it took him to tug my shirt off. Because of the position of him sitting and me leaning forward, there was little body contact but my hand were rubbing his solid belly and his arms were holding me tightly. The warmth and solid feel of his body combined with his deep kisses were causing my cock to jerk. I thought I was going to cum but he broke the kiss and with one hand on my ass and another on my biceps, he pulled and pushed me to my feet. With no hesitation, he was on his knees tugging my underwear down. My wet cock finally free was standing up, pointing too the heavens.
"You don't have to do that, " I said when I realized his intent.
"I didn't say I never eat meat, only seldom," he said opening his mouth and taking me almost all the way in. With his hand stroking my thighs, I felt his tongue at work instantly on the shaft as he pulled back until only my knob was in this mouth. He slowly worked his tongue around all the surfaces before sliding back down. I felt the resistance of this throat and expected him to back off but he pushed harder and slid all the way down to the root. Mike moved his hands from my thighs to my ass and started kneading my ass cheeks as his ground his face in my crotch. I realized that this hunk knew what he was doing. The lucky men that had "seldom" known his mouth had been very privileged. I wonder if they knew that. I watched him sucking me and noticed he was also stroking his cock, which if it had softened, hadn't by much and was already rigid again. I started rubbing his head and the back of his neck to show my appreciation, he responded by tightening his grip on my ass. I let him suck me until I was positive I was on the verge and then pulled out of his mouth.
I urged him to his feet by pulling on his biceps. Wrapping our arms around one another we continued kissing, the taste of my cock now merged with the lingering taste of his load. Now, with almost total body contact, I could more fully appreciate the solidness of his body. I felt enveloped by him. I liked the way his coarse chest hair stimulated my skin. I was also very aware of the feel of his thick meat pressed into my own and I wanted to taste it again. I tried to drop to my knees but instead, he led me to the bed.
We lay down side by side and continued kissing. Mike held me tightly in his arms as we ground our hips together. Our slick cock, both rigid, sliding against each other. Gently, he pushed me on my back rolling with me and straddled my thighs. He began kissing his way down to my cock, lingering over my nipples causing me to squirm and arch my back pushing my chest harder against his lips and tongue. Reaching my meat, he licked the pre-cum off of it, there was no doubt it was a mixture of both ours. Mike was sucking very slowly and with a lighter touch of his tongue.
I lift my head off the pillow to watch him sucking me. I liked seeing my cock slide in and out of his mouth. I could see his own fist stroking his cock in time to the suck. I started rubbing his shoulders but soon realized I was probably clawing them I was so carried away. He brought me right to the edge and abruptly pulled off. This stud had some moves, that was for certain. If I sucked half as good as he, I understood why I had such a loyal following. He moved down to my balls that were pulled up too tight to do much more than lick and from there he licked up and down my inner thighs before settling back on my pole. I knew it would be futile to try to hold back but I struggled to prolong it. Beads of sweat were forming on my chest, every muscle was taught. My breathing was coming is ragged grunts.
Relentless he sucked softly with hardly any pressure of his lips and just the lightest flicks of his tongue. Shear frustration took me over the top. I think I warned him but I couldn't be certain because I lost all control. My body spasms were so great that the only thing that kept me from flipping off the bed was Mike's strong arms wrapped around my thighs. It was the first orgasm of my life that had actually been painful but what wonderful pain. I was surprised I hadn't blasted him off of me. Now it was my turn to lay there gasping for air. My vision cleared and I could again raise my head. Mike had released my cock and was lying on my hip, his nose pressed into my shaft.
I pulled him up into my arms. He lay on top of me supporting his massive body on his forearms and knees. He kissed me deeply. He hadn't swallowed my entire load yet. I was surprised. I didn't think I had ever tasted my own before. I liked his better. I also became aware of his still rigid cock. I had been selfish and hadn't taken care of him. We should have sixty-nined although I didn't really like that position. At least it would have done something for him also. I started rubbing his back and his firm as cheeks.
"Thank you," he said softly, between kisses.
"Don't you think I should be thanking you," I said weakly.
"I have to admit that kind of surprised even me. I usually don't bring guys off but then again, I've never been sucked off either."
"Never, ever?" I couldn't believe it. I was aware of his still hard cock leaking pre-cum on my thigh. I was going to suggest he let me do him again as soon as his tongue would allow me to speak again.
"Can I show you why?" Mike asked in that soft sexy voice that got a reaction from my softening prick.
Something told me we weren't done yet. Well, we had each only shot once and I knew I was always good for another. Well, what the hell? "Of course, why wouldn't I let you show me?" I said.
Mike nudged my legs apart with a knee and lifted my legs to his shoulders. "I'm going to show you why your second favorite position is about to become your favorite. He leaned forward and covered my mouth with his, sliding his tongue in deeply.
And suddenly, there was nothing I would rather have done with him. My asshole puckered at the thought of him being in me and my cock stiffened. I reached around behind my back and found his cock. Gripping it, I stroked it easily. It was slick and wet, I knew it was going to be difficult taking it. I had been fucked a few times but never by anything that thick. I was willing to try, at least he was a dripper and being un-cut, that would, that would help.
He took his cock from me and milked some of his pre-cum out of it. I felt him slide a finger into me. He worked it in and out, kissing me deeply the whole time. The sensation was incredible. Then a second finger was added, slowly working in and out. He kept the slow pace up for a couple of minutes, sliding out to refresh the slick fluid. Soon, his fingers were working in easily.
Mike shifted his weight and I knew it was time. Leaning forward, he adjusted our angle for the right penetration. I felt the pressure of his knob and tensed. He pulled his mouth off mine, moved to my ear, and whispered, "Just relax your muscles, I won't hurt you." The silken words seemed to unwind me. He continued to softly repeat "Just relax." with a cadence that was hypnotic. I felt my body grow more limp. The pressure was replaced by an incredible lingering pleasure. When I felt the pressure of his rotating hips and knew he was all the way in. I had taken him.
He moved his fist to my pole and stroked it slowly. "Oh, you feel so good," Mike's voice rasped out in my ear. He moved back to my mouth and continued kissing me deeply. I felt his hips back off a couple of inches and then gently slide in again. With the rotating of his hips, I could feel the hair of his bush stimulating my ass cheeks. His cock continued pumping, increasing a little in tempo but still slow and deep. At times, I thought he would slide all the way out but at the last second, he slid back in to the hilt. As the pace of his strokes increased, I could hear the dull thud of his hips on my ass. With each increase of his stride and stroke, he matched his efforts on my slick cock. Our kissing was being broken more often as our breathing started becoming too irregular. Most of the time Mikes face was buried in my shoulder.
As the sensation for me increased, I started rubbing his chest shoulders, armpits and biceps. I wanted my hand to be everywhere at once. I moved on hand down to his hip rubbing his thigh and as much ass as I could get and then cupped his balls while he thrust his hips. The length of his stroke caused his balls to be tugged slightly and he responded with a deep grunt. I feared I was hurting him and let go.
"No! Keep a hold of them, don't let them pull up!" he managed to utter through gritted teeth. I obeyed and circled my thumb and forefinger around his sack and pulling down until the big nuts were in the palm of my hand. I started squeezing and releasing in time to his strokes, which matched the pumping his hand was giving my pole. We had an orchestrated fuck going that wasn't going to last much longer.
Now, Mike's grunts were becoming strangled. I desperately wanted to cum with him. I pulled him back to my mouth and with my hand behind his neck, pulled myself to his face. His kisses were more open mouth groans as he picked up his pace. He was now pumping with harder strokes both with his fist and his own cock. I knew he was getting close but I was determined we were going to cum together. Mike pulled off my mouth, gasping for air he told me he was going to cum. I felt him slam one last time in to the hilt as his body started uncontrollably jerking. I think I willed my own jets to start. The first streamer hit Mike on the chest and dripped back on me. The others splashed on my chest and splattered both of us. As my orgasm subsided, I felt Mike's body relax. He fell forward, his cheek resting against mine. His was breathing heavy and deep.
Slowly, we responded. I became aware of his hand still on my still rigid cock. I wondered if it would ever go soft. His forehead was dripping sweat on my shoulder. I could feel cum running down my sides and dripping on the bed. I didn't care. I would be able to sleep on a bed of nails after that.
Mike stirred. "Uh, Mark, you can let go now," he said kind of jittery.
"Pardon?"
"My balls, you can let go of them now," he stammered.
"Ohmagod! Mike, I'm sorry I didn't realize--" I released his nuts. He reached around and rubbed them.
"No, that's okay buddy, you did exactly what I told you to do. You didn't let them pull up and I came like I've never cum before. Well, maybe a little while ago when you sucked me off it was as intense." He was quiet a moment. Then, "Wow, I don't want to move."
"Well, then you better lower my legs to your waist, I'm going to start cramping soon."
He allowed me to lower my legs and then lay on top of me, effectively smearing my cum all over both of us. "Yeah, I think my friend and I are going to like being friends with you." Then he gave me a long lingering kiss. I pulled off of him and gave his chin a long swipe with my tongue. "What was that for?" he laughed.
"Oh, just something from a fantasy about you. I forgot to do it when you were cuming."
"You've already had fantasies about me? I just got here yesterday!"
"I work fast," I said licking him again.
Then his cock slipped out. "Well, I guess that's our cue," he said untangling me from him and getting up. The hair on both our chests was plastered flat. "You lay there and I'll get something to clean you up with."
I stretched luxuriantly watching his retreating ass. My cock had now softened somewhat and was lying across my thigh. The fuck had been good, no doubt about that. Probably the best I had ever had but not enough to convert me. I wondered if he would be capable of a third and the idea made me smile.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked returning with a wash rag.
"Just thinking that a couple of hours ago I was wondering how I was going to mange to get to suck you off."
"Shit, I wanted to fuck you that first night in the mess hall! You didn't think it was chance that I showed up after you did at the pool do you? I kept waiting knowing you would show up sooner or later and hoping all the drunks would be gone by the time you got there."
So much for my courting him! And exactly how straight was this guy anyway!?! At least considering what had transpired. But I decided it wasn't any of my business and I wasn't going to intrude unless he wanted to tell me. I was just going to enjoy this for as long as I could.
Grinning, he sat beside me and washed my chest. Both of us knew the only real way to get rid of this mess was a shower but I thought it was sweet of him to do it. I thought it was even sweeter when he lifted my legs and washed my crack. I hadn't expected that.
I took the rag from him and washed him as well as I could and we lay down with my head on his chest and his muscular arms around me. Something I discovered I liked but none of my suck buddies, no matter how accustomed to our sex they were, would have tolerated this degree of affection. This I could get used to.
I don't know how long we lay there, not talking, just enjoying being together. Mike broke the silence. "I guess I'd better get back to my room," he sighed lifting me off his still sticky chest. "Time to kiss you're new found friend good night." Mike said.
"Which one?" I smiled.
"Both." And Mike planted a long wet kiss that got twitches from both our cocks. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer but he pulled off my mouth, grinned and said, "Now, that can get us started again and we both need some sleep." He extracted himself from me and dressed. I was a good thing it was dark out. His chest hair was still matted and his cock still filled out and very obvious.
He kissed me again at the door and said, "Can we come back again? My friend and I had a wonderful time."
Dropping to me knees I fished his soft prick out and planted a kiss on the head driving the tip of my tongue in his slit and giving him a firm squeeze for good measure.
"Sure, come back anytime, just don't forget your friend."
What do you think, do these two have a future?
Desert Rat