More Than I Bargained For
by John Dawson ( john@rabancourt.co.uk )
3: Loving and Living
At the end of the following week he gave up his rented room and moved in with me. Even though my flat was small, we never seemed to get in each other's way or get on each other's nerves. He was (fortunately) much tidier than me, and managed to keep the floor reasonably clear of dirty clothes and used condoms, and the kitchen sink clear of dirty pots and pans. For my part, I really did try to be tidier and cleaner, though it wasn't in my nature.
One afternoon I came home from work and found him washing up, dressed only in a pair of my trackie trousers, very loose-fitting on him. He began to turn to hug me but I said sharply, "No, stay exactly where you were." As he turned back to the sink I got on my knees behind him, pulled down the loose trackies, and buried my nose and then my tongue in his arse crack. He moaned softly and moved backwards until he could lean with his hands on the front of the sink, which opened up his arse even more and my tongue slipped inside.
After a few minutes of concentrated tonguing, he began to chant, "Fuck me, oh, fuck me, please, fuck me ..."
"Just a mo, I'll go and get a condom."
"Wait. Don't use a condom. I know you've always used them with other men, so have I -- so you don't need them with me."
My brain thought of numerous things I should say or ask, but my clothes flew in all directions as I stripped while dashing into the bedroom for lube. He was so worked up and open that my cock slipped right in until I actually lifted him off his feet, and reaching round I found, as I expected, that he was already leaking pre-cum, which I smeared round the head of his cock. He brought one hand down to start wanking himself as I fucked him, but I smacked it away and said, "No, that's all mine." Gathering more of his pre-cum I slicked up his nipples, which made them as hard as diamonds and made his arse contract rhythmically round the shaft of my cock.
I fucked him as slowly as my body would let me. His insides actually rippled, gripping me and then releasing me, and I gradually timed my thrusts to get the maximum friction. Just when I began to feel his prostate contracting rhythmically, bringing me closer and closer to exploding, I gently pulled out of him.
He half turned and looked over his shoulder with an amusing (to me) expression of mingled frustration and surprise. "What ...?"
"Quiet," I ordered him, "remember that I'm in charge here."
The flush spread from his face down his chest and reached his cock, which became so hard that the skin on his shaft shone. He was clearly extremely turned on by my domination, even though we both knew it was only in play. I seized his arm and pulled him into the bedroom. Putting a towel on top of the blanket box I told him to lie down on it on his back, and to hold his legs up behind the knees. Then I sat astride the box and shuffled forwards until my cock grazed his twitching arse hole. He moaned. I nearly came, but managed to restrain myself by reciting Latin plant names to myself for a while.
Over the next twenty minutes I teased his hole mercilessly, just beginning to slip inside then pulling out again (that took some willpower, I can tell you!) He was sweating and nearly crying with frustration, and precum was pouring out of the head of his cock, which hadn't been touched in all that time. I stood up and bent over him, taking a deep snort in each of his armpits. My own precum burped out and pooled on his stomach. Looking at his face I could see that his eyes seemed focused somewhere inside of him, and he was desperately willing himself not to touch his cock or mine and bring things to an exceedingly messy conclusion.
Sitting down again I placed my cockhead just at his entrance, grabbed hold of his thighs and pulled him gently towards me. If I live to be a hundred I shan't forget the sensation of sliding into his hot, lubed, gripping tunnel, nor the expression on his face as I bottomed out inside him, my balls trapped under his sweating cheeks. I didn't move a muscle.
His face went from pleased, to surprised, to almost pained, then his eyes opened in wonder and his mouth rounded into a silent exclamation. A thick splodge of cum drooled out of his cock slit and flowed down his shaft. We both held our breath, waiting for the inevitable, both knowing that nothing on earth could now stop him coming. His eyes opened wider and wider, and began to roll back in his head, as a moaning sound got louder and louder in his throat and finally burst forth in a great roar as the dam exploded. "Oh ... my ... god ... fuck! ... FUCK!! ... Aaaaaaagh!!!"
The first shot was more like a jet and reached as high as my eyes, then two more lower ones, then a positive rain of cum splattered all over his chest and belly. Such a powerful orgasm had an effect inside him, too. His channel squeezed my cock so hard that it hurt, then rippled over my already super-sensitive cockhead. It was too much. Without thrusting or even moving, I could feel the cum building up and travelling through my tubes. There was an instant of stillness, then it was as if I'd had a seizure. Every muscle contracted at the same time, all of them intent on one thing -- forcing as much of my spunk as far into him as possible. I yelled wordlessly as the strongest orgasm I'd ever had ripped through my body. It didn't even feel like separate jets, but as if all my seminal fluids had been sucked out of me all at once by some mighty milking machine.
I collapsed forwards on to his belly, and passed out for a while. Whether it was for seconds or hours I couldn't have told you, but when I came to, we were welded together with Sean's drying spunk. I sat up. He was asleep, but still holding his legs up; I was deeply embedded in him, and (amazingly) mostly erect. It felt wonderful. I began to thrust gently into him, my cock squishing through the gallons of cum I seemed to have deposited there. It was a fantastically sexy feeling.
His eyes opened, he blinked and looked somewhat surprised, then grinned. "A hard man is good to find," he misquoted, and then punned, "and they don't come much harder than you!"
"If your fingers aren't squeezing my nipples in the next five seconds I'm going to pull out and let you finish yourself off."
He took me at my word, spread some of his spunk on his fingers, and started to twist and squeeze my nipples. My cock got even harder and the sensation from my nipples shot right down to my toes, making my cock tingle rhythmically on the way. I continued to slide in and out on the wave of my cum. His cock unglued itself from his belly and started to rise, the foreskin pulling back and revealing his cummy cockhead. Not for the first time, I regretted that I wasn't flexible enough to suck him while fucking him, so had to make do with my hand, rotating it round his extremely sensitive glans, which made his hips buck and his voice moan.
Eventually I settled into a rhythm -- just holding my fingers in a loose ring round his slippery glans, so that I was scarcely touching him, I used the motion of my in- thrust to push his cock through the ring, and my out-thrust to let it slip back. After coming so hard earlier, I knew that it would take me a while to build up again, and I didn't want him to come too soon and go off the idea of being fucked. This made him pour precum, which kept my fingers slippery.
Sean closed his eyes in ecstasy. "Open your eyes," I murmured, "look into my eyes as I fuck you and make you mine. I want to see every atom of emotion as you experience it." The bond between our eyes was almost strong enough to touch. I sent the enormous love I felt for this wonderful man, as well as the plain lust that gripped my spasming body, and received back such a look of adoration that my mind went into overdrive.
Both of us could only take a limited amount of these feelings, both emotional and physical. I felt my cockhead swell inside him as it sloshed through his cummy insides, and the wider it became the more strongly it scraped on the walls of his chute and across his prostate. I fucked a little faster and tightened the ring of my fingers. His expression became disbelieving, then almost panicky, then totally astonished and he cried out, "Now! Do it now! Fuck me!! Fuck me harder ... please!!!"
But there was no need for me to change what I was doing at all. He scrunched up his face as the messages from his cock became overwhelming and he began to come -- internally at first, with rippling contractions, then the slit in his cockhead opened and I knew the time had arrived. One final deeper plunge and I felt my spunk exploding into him like bullets. "I love you Sean, oh I love you!!" as I gripped his cockhead and rotated it once in my greasy hand. With an agonised cry the spunk started to shoot out of him like a firework and pour over my wanking hand.
As his incoherent noises died down he turned his head to one side, then looked back up at me. There were tears in his eyes, but I could tell that they were tears of joy. "Even by the standards of our sexual activities that was outstanding! Thank you. And Jethro, you already know that I love you -- I've loved you ever since you first held me in your arms."
It was my turn to have tears in my eyes.