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More Bacon Please
by Steve Rider
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Copyright (c) 1992 Stephen A. Rider, all rights reserved.
I guess it would be fair to say that he fucked me silly. I mean, he did fuck me, and I did feel really silly later, relaxed at a minimum. I always enjoy my time with Bacon. That's his name, you see, that's why I call him Bacon. He's a top. When I'm with him, I'm a bottom. It works.
He had said he would be here at 4 O'clock, here being my place of course. My doorbell never sounded so musical. I opened it and there he was, as fine an example of manhood as you are likely to find. Strong, hairy, moustache, alert. Bacon is a pleasant person just to sit and talk to. He kissed me passionately when I shut the door. He felt different. He didn't brush against me as much. I had to break the kiss to look at his face again. He confessed - he had trimmed his moustache. Now that it was settled I placed my lips at his disposal again. His tongue in my mouth, his taste, my arms around him, sweat from 101 on his shirt. He tells me I feel warm and I tell him I am hot. More kissing.
The thing about Bacon is that I always feel so relaxed with him. Like I see him and finally I can exhale. I wish you knew him so you could understand. He is human, so remarkably human that anyone would like him. I know I do. Bacon is good in bed too.
We are still kissing, in my livingroom, standing in front of the computers, well, two of them. He is running his hands up and down on my ass. It feels wonderful. He doesn't usually run his hands up and down on my ass during our greeting kiss. I pull my face away from his.
"Bacon is horny tonight!" (this is me speaking)
"Yyyyyeeeeeessss!"
"Mmmmmmm"
"Yes!"
"Sit down, do you want a beer?"
I wasn't being cruel of course. I was building the tension. The tension must be there of course. It has a purpose, a reason for being. I got us both a beer. He sat down on the little couch, the loveseat.
It was Bud Light. Bud tastes so good in California and so horrible back East. I put my legs across him. He put his right hand on my left leg. It felt wonderful. I wanted to kiss him again but instead I put my hand on the back of his neck. Fingers in Bacon's hair, stroking, touching, curling it, sending electrons whirling through me. I took a sip of beer, cold to my hot, smooth, my hand fell onto his leg. OK, I put it there.
Up and down along the seam of his jeans. Up until I feel the warm, moist presence of his crotch, down just below his knee. And again. And again.
Bacon is smiling. He likes the way I am touching him. But I am not rushing things a bit. We have all night. He has brought a bag with him. It means he is staying over. I know when I wake up in the morning, he will be naked beside me. Why rush?
We talked about dinner. San Jose is close. Maybe a bar too. We watched this bizzarre movie on channel 54. He read one of my stories and he liked it. Everything was there. I wanted him now. I wanted to please him, and stimulate him, and make him have an orgasm. I unbuckled his belt roughly. I unsnapped his jeans.
My hand is on his zipper now, but should I pull it down quickly and seek instant relief, or should it be slower? I decide to make it slow. The tension is very important.
My hand is inside his jeans now. The soft cotton of his underwear is warm with the heat of his body. I move very slowly down. My finger brushes against the base of his cock. It is hard. With my left hand I start to unbutton his shirt. I lean forward to put my face inline with his and I kiss him. My fingers trace his erection onto his right leg. Back and forth, lightly, gently, without hesitation. Faster now, his erection grows. I kneel down in front of him. White cotton with a hairy chest above it. My man, my lover, it is Bacon.
I put my hands on the waistband of his jeans. He lifts up so I can pull them down. Now his shirt is hanging open and he sits in front of me in his white cotton briefs. I curl my lips over my teeth and begin to softly nibble on his cock, first the base, then slowly I work my way up. Back and forth, slowly, he is fully erect now, his fingers run through the curls on top of my head, he moans.
It is time now. I pull the waistband of his underwear out, he lifts up again off the couch, I pull his underwear off. His cock bounces up in front of my face. I kiss it. I lick it. The tip of my tongue all up and down on him. The taste of his maleness. A drop of precum waiting for me, it tastes so good. Circling around on the head of his cock. Darting my tongue under his foreskin, this drives him wild, his hands on my head again. He wants more.
Suddenly I take all of him deep into my throat. Pausing with my nose pressed against his body, I feel his passion escalate, I just hold him there, every inch of him in my mouth and throat. Then slowly I draw my face back away from his crotch, until I can tease the head of his cock again with my tongue. Then the motion that all guys crave - up, down, sucking, tongue against him, rubbing, excitement. Each time I feel the head of his cock hit the back of my throat I get a pulse of joy shooting through my own balls. I love giving this man head. He starts to moan.
I start to suck harder, each time I pull up my cheeks are pulled in by the vacuum applied to his cock. Faster, slurping noises now. Little bits of air sneak in each time I push down against his furry body. Sucking harder, faster now.
"Oh Steve, oh, ooooooh."
"Mmmmmmmmm," (It's hard to talk with your mouth full)
"Oh Steve, you're going to get me if you don't stop soon!"
I would have had no problem with the idea of giving him head for a few more minutes. A mouthful of his cum sounded pretty good to me. But the way he had fondled my ass when he first got here, well, I didn't want him to be disappointed... So I stopped dead cold, just like that. I sucked all the juices that had flowed from my mouth all over his cock and pubic hair. I started making curls in his wet pubic hair with my tongue. I ran the edge of my fingernail up and down between his balls. Then he reached down and pulled my face up to his and he kissed me in an unmistakable way. It was one of those moments that just freezes in your memory. I kissed him back. I remember wondering if my mouth tasted like his cock. He asked me to sit down on the loveseat again, beside him.
We each took another sip of our beers. Throwing all fear of cliches to the wind, I lit a cigarette.
Now his hand is on my thigh. I'm wearing jeans. Regular blue denim jeans, a little faded, crisp and masculine. His hand on the inside of my thigh now. Abruptly his hand goes to my belt buckle. Standard leather belt, Target, $5.95. He unbuckles it. He has a little trouble with my zipper, then his hand is inside in a flash. I push back against the cushions, I grab a pillow and prop it behind my head, lean back, yield, relax. Bacon kneels before me.
He sees my underwear, it's in front of his face. He laughs.
"Ooooh, something different..."
I'm wearing a pair of plumb colored string bikinis. Bacon has never seen these before. I felt like a change of pace from the boxer shorts. He yanks my jeans down roughly and fast. By the time I can lift my ass off the loveseat they are already down to my knees. He puts his face in my crotch. I feel my cock growing. Kissing me through the purple fabric. His teeth on the cotton. Making me harder.
"Lift up!"
"Yes sir!"
My underwear joins my jeans in a circle around my feet and instantly he has the head of my cock in his mouth. Bacon does this thing to the head of my cock, I'm not sure if it is his teeth or his moustache that he uses, but it is so hot that within ten seconds my hips are bucking off the couch, begging for more, wordless, just the sound of his mouth and my cock. I wanted him to take more of me into his mouth. I wanted to fuck his face. I don't have to say a word. Suddenly I feel the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. It is such a shock to me I want to fall right through the couch. Pressing my head back hard against the pillow now, my neck stiff and straight. Every muscle in my back is fully extended. My ass three inches above the seat.
"YES, oh yes Bacon, YES!"
He is going up and down on me now. I have no control over my body. Thrusting, squirming, the pleasure borders on pain. He goes faster. I start to thrust again. His motion up and down combines with my hips jumping back and forth, slamming all the way into his mouth, he pulling almost off me each withdraw. So fast, hardly breathing now, smell the sex in the air, my hands running through his hair, playing with his ears, getting hotter every time my heart beats, and it is in overdrive. Too close. Not yet. I slam my ass back down on the couch and pull out of his mouth.
"Bacon ?"
He looks me right in the eye. Each of his eyes into both of mine.
"Will you fuck me please ?"
"Oh yes, honey, yes"
I rip my sneakers off without ever touching the laces. A second later my jeans and my purple underwear are on the floor in front of me. We stand up, and as we walk to my bedroom his hands are fondling my ass. I stop abruptly hoping to force his hands tighter against my skin. He understands and soon I feel his cock there. Resting between the globes of my butt. Promising.
The afternoon sun is pouring into my bedroom. Bed neatly made. Condoms and lubricant laid out on the headboard. I pull the shades shut for Bacon, he is modest. Off with my shirt, I swirl it around my head and hurl it playfully into the laundry basket. I kiss him and stand on my toes, reaching between us, his hard cock in my hand, between my legs now, soon to be inside me. Tongues meshing, flavors of each other, his hand on my left tit now, twirling, pinching, taking me over, making me his.
Bacon is a handsome man. He says he is shorter than me, so I guess he is. I never would have noticed. Those eyes filled with passion, yet tender, yet firm. Bacon is masculine, he could have been with anyone today. He has chosen to be with me. I definitely want to be with him. I want him inside me. I want to please him. I want him to fuck me. I want it bad. He wants it too.
I grab a towel and throw it on my waterbed. He lies down first. I lie down on my side, facing away from him. He laughs at the waves in my bed. We bounce and gurgle 'til things settle down. I reach above my head and grab a selection of condoms. I spread them out in my hand to look like a fan, so he can see each of them. He chooses my favorite, the ones from Worcester, well lubed, just right. I put down the other condoms and hand him the water based lube. As he takes it from my hand I push my ass back against him, right hand on right cheek, spreading wide for Bacon.
His marvelous fingers on my asshole. I love to have him touch me. Time to please him. Cold wetness against me, a finger inside, I try to relax as he pushes deeper, then he gets to that place that drives me insane. In an instant I push back against his hand, pushing it into him, him into me, his finger spreads the lube. So wet now, smooth, ready for him, he knows just like always, plop as his finger withdraws. Huge force up against me. Can I take this inside ? He pushes, he lines up, he enters, I moan.
Just barely inside me, much more to be done, I want him to fuck me. I want him to cum.
Now pushing further, he hits my tight spot. Sometimes it's a struggle but today it will not be. Sensing he has reached the point of my tightness he stops, pressing firmly, I push back. My hips and my legs and my ass all work together, pulling and pushing him into me, drawing his manhood in as if it were food. Food for my hot hungry butt. Hard now, thrusting back against him, he pops through, only pleasure - not pain. A sense of being disconnected, this cannot be real. How can sex be this good ? So incredible to have Bacon inside me. No-one else can do this. Only Bacon. He turns me on all the way.
"Ohhhhh Steve"
"Bacon, you're in me man, you're fucking me, oh Bacon, oh yes
Bacon, yes!"
The passion overwhelms us both. He starts moving in and out of me. Perfect timing, no wasted motion, each thrust boring deep inside me. The pleasure is so intense. I never wanted anything else.
"Oh fuck me Bacon, fuck me, you're fucking me Bacon, fuck me."
"Oh yes, and it feels so good, so deep inside you"
"Fuck me man, fuck me, go deeper man, fuck me."
Faster now. I wedge my elbows and my knees against the sideboard of my waterbed. Pushing back against him, opposing his motion, friction, my ass is on fire. Faster still, I hear his breathing, my arms and knees almost crushed on every stroke. I want to die right now. I want him to cum.
By pushing against the side of the bed I can hold myself still but that is not enough. Back against him until I can feel the hair of his crotch, balls slapping against me. All the way in. His tempo increases, panting now. Almost pulling out, strength of his arm holding on to me, wrapped around my chest.
"Oh Steve, oh Steve, oh Yes, Yes, YES"
"Cum in me man, fuck me Bacon, I want you to cum in me, fuck me
Bacon, fuck me"
So close now I can feel it, though it is his orgasm. I tense my muscles for his climax. Blurring speed, impossible motion, he is hardly breathing now, push back still harder, spasms through his body, goose bumps on mine.
"Uhhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh, ooooooh."
He stops. Arm still around me. Sweat against sweat. I ask him to stay inside me. Ten minutes of Bacon filling me still. His hand on the condom. It takes forever for him to pull all the way out of me, a forever of pleasure and excitement. It's only five o'clock now. The whole evening ahead. I get to be with Bacon!
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