PEANUT BUTTER
by Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
"WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM"
I was standing at the corner, waiting for my bus, when I heard the rather familiar clop-clop-clop of running shoes. Another jogger was heading my way.
I turned and nearly drooled. A bit short, maybe five foot six, but heavily muscled and gorgeous! Light brown hair cut close at the sides and left long and careless on top, a long, lean face with a tiny nose and rich, red lips that begged to be kissed. He had been running for a while, he had his t-shirt tucked into the back of his navy blue shorts and was glittering from a sheen of sweat on his nearly-hairless chest and body! His chest and abdomen were a series of paired globes, from his broad, circular breasts to his "six-pack" of ab muscles. Even his biceps were spheres imbedded in his body, and so were the calves of his legs, all knotted up and hard from running. All these orbs shone with crescents of light, and also he sparkled with stars of sweat-beads all over his body, bright in the nearly-setting sun.
He was new at this, but I wasn't. He had run from the west, which meant a run past at least two blocks of businesses. The lights were such that he HAD to stop at the intersection right beside me, and wait for almost an entire traffic-signal cycle. He would just miss the walk signal in other words, and unless he braved some pretty heavy traffic, he would have to jog in place or something before he could cross to the park on the other side.
So I felt cheeky enough to drop into a semi-crouch, put a fake wonderfully-glad smile on my face, with my eyes wide and welcoming, my hands out as if he was running to throw himself in my arms.
I'm nothing much to look at, rather homely, in fact. So all I got was a rather friendly smile at the joke, and a shake of the head (just to be sure I got the point!) and he veered off slightly toward the rounded corner of the intersection rather than collide with me and, balked by the signal, kept running in place almost while making a small circle.
"Glad to see you, too!" I said, not letting the joke drop.
"You only wish!" he retorted while I admired those twin nipples, all circular, hard, brown nubs on that broad pair of muscled breasts, like miniature moon-shadows.
"Hey, you know what they say about lusting in your heart." I said.
That caught his attention, he was about to turn his back on me and instead, he stopped and turned back. "What was that?"
"Lusting in my heart." I said. "Outside, you've turned me down, but inside my heart, you've already been tied to my bed and smeared with peanut butter."
"Which you'd lick off, of course." He said, gearing up. The light was about to change.
"Oh, no, that's not what the peanut butter's for!" I said.
"Oh." he said and the light turned green, and he took off into the park. I admired those taut little buttocks until they vanished behind the bush blocking the curving pathway.
The next day, he was back again, this time with red jogging shorts. I smiled and waved at him this time, and he grinned back. Again he missed the light, and jogging in that little circle, he said, "If you don't lick off the peanut butter, then what's it for?"
"Sorry." I grinned. "I don't tell my secrets. You want to know, you got to find out by doing it."
"You only wish!" he said again.
"Yes, I do." I admitted.
"Well, forget it, you're not my type."
"All men look the same when the lights are off. Not that I turn off the lights."
"Yeah, I'd be tied to the bed."
"And smeared with peanut butter." I reminded him. He had stopped jogging again, intent on the conversation, and I took the opportunity to reach up and tweak one of those hard, round nipples of his. He didn't flinch, and he didn't push my hand away, but I didn't push my luck, just the tweak and I let him go.
"Yeah, peanut butter." Green light, bobbing buttocks, and gone.
Third day, he was there again. "You wait here for the bus every day?" he asked me.
"Yeah." I said. "But not for very long. One will be along in a minute."
"I've been thinking." he said as he jogged around, a bigger circle, now. He had the light timing figured out.
"About what?"
"The peanut butter. You don't have a dog, do you? Dogs like peanut butter."
"No, no dog. Nor a cat." I said.
"So what's the peanut butter for?"
"Come home with me and find out." I said. "Only way you'll ever know."
"How much peanut butter does it take to cover a guy all over."
"Oh, I don't use it all over. Just in...a spot or two."
"Oh. Chunky or smooth?"
"Smooth."
"Mmm." he admitted. "Sounds nice." He had stopped and I tweaked that nipple again, this time harder and kept my hand on it.
"Come home with me and find out." I said.
But the light turned green and he took off. Bobbing butt, bush and gone.
Day four, he was back again, this time back in the navy shorts but still wearing his t-shirt and not sweating at all. "No dog?" he asked me, not really jogging, just moving in place like he was still warming up.
"No, no dog."
"And you don't lick it off?"
"Nope."
"You don't heat it up and then drip it on me like hot wax?" he asked suspiciously.
"No, no!" I said. "Nothing like that!"
"Then why would I need to be tied up?"
"Come home with me and find out."
"You only wish."
"Yes, I do."
He stopped his jogging. Looked at me again, licked his lips. Then, "My car's just down the block."
"Let's go." I said. "We have to use my place. It's where I have...my peanut butter. But it's just a couple of miles from here."
We walked in and he looked around. "Tiny, isn't it?"
"Just the one room, yeah. I think this place used to be a motel. But the rent's cheap, and it's big enough."
"My place is bigger."
"Yeah, but you don't have the peanut butter."
"I could buy some. What now?"
"Lie down on the bed. No, just take off your t-shirt, leave the rest of your clothes on. I want to take them off."
He lay down and I pulled out my length of clothesline, removed the half-dozen clothes-pins clipped to it. My clothesline actually performed duty as a clothesline sometimes.
I looked at him and he looked at the clothesline. "I have to tie you securely." I said. "Hands and arms at least must be up and out of the way. I can leave the rest of you loose."
"Okay." He said. And he lifted those two massive arms up and scooted down in the bed so that only his hands were at the bed's metal-pipe headboard.
I got up and straddle of him and he actually gnawed at my crotch as I bound his hands to my headboard. I paused once or twice to grab his head and shove my groin into his face and he gave a few muffled grunts like he really dug it. But I'd already figured that out.
When I finished, I grabbed his head in both hands and really ground my basket into his mouth, and he went sort of "nyah, nyah, nyah" as he grunted and chewed.
"Yeah, that's the way." I urged him. "Really get it nice and hard."
I unzipped my fly and held the fly open and he gnawed at my jockstrap for a little while, then I scooted down out of his reach. He looked disappointed.
But I had our crotches together by that time, and I rutted against him while I leaned over and I kissed those rich, red lips now all shiny with his saliva and they were warm and eager. I jabbed my tongue down into his mouth, a long athletic tongue, and he grabbed and suckled on it.
I ran my hands along his rib cage on both sides, then tickled the hairs in his armpits by twirling my fingers around in there, and then I reached for his neck and I kissed and nibbled on him slowly, for he was tied to my bed and I could take all the time I wanted on this gorgeous stud!
I worked my tongue and lips over every part of his body, and it was displayed and available every inch of the way. I sucked those armpit hairs totally dry of their residual sweat (not the copious amount from his workout like I wanted) and then lapped at his armpit like a dog laps its supper dish to get the last morsels of gravy off, and I was lapping up this man-gravy and sucking the hairs dry.
"Ah, ah, ah!" he groaned as I licked and hunched against him, and his cock was a hard shaft pulsing angrily in those shorts and I scooted down and it was a pile-driver burning against my abdomen as I suckled on those nipples of his, so circular, so firm, so taut and brown and hungry for my touch, I milked at them like they could pour forth his very essence into me, and he grunted and groaned and humped his hips upwards at me.
And again I scooted down, working over my prisoner of love, tasting his body slowly, savoring this long haunch of man-flesh, feasting on it, sucking out all its essential juices and leaving excited skin in my wake.
"Oh, god, I'm getting goose-bumps!" he groaned. "Come on, man, come on!"
"I'm in charge here." I said in a low, throaty voice.
He groaned appreciatively at that.
"I'll let you go when I am good and ready."
"And the peanut butter." he gasped. "Don't forget the peanut butter."
"I haven't." I said. "But I have to prepare you first."
"Prepare?"
"Oh, yes, this is just the first event. The peanut butter doesn't come in until the fourth or fifth event."
"Fourth or fifth? Oh, G-o-o-o-o-d!" he groaned. His prod was a pole of fire at my neck now and I moved down and bit at it through that cloth, and tasted the pre-jizz he was gushing out of it. He had soaked a jockstrap and his shorts with it. He must really be hot!
I sucked out that salty ambrosia of concentrated man-musk, and then I sat up on my knees and I said, "Okay, now the legs, raise them both up for me, straight up into the air."
He obeyed me and I grabbed his left leg and pulled off that running shoe bound only by Velcro, and then the rather skanky sock and then I had his foot up next to my face and I grabbed his foot and I pushed that big toe right into my mouth and I sucked on it. It tasted of old sweat and stale cotton and that something almost foul that only a man's foot can put off. It was just the taste I wanted, I licked and probed every crevice between the toes and licked out every last bit of that unique essence, not resting until I had tongue-cleaned that entire foot.
His other foot was waving helplessly in the air, angry at being forgotten, but now I gave it the same treatment, while my hands, one arm crooked around to hold the foot in place, both fondled at his crotch, where his cock seethed like a furious, caged beast.
He moaned and I cleaned and lapped his foot, not shirking it at all, taking my time. By now, he'd been my prisoner of love for a solid half hour, and he had been in a high rut all that time, each groan and grunt deeper and more heart-felt than the one before.
And he sighed a husky breath of relief when I reached down and skinned those shorts off of him, and now only a jockstrap was between him and total nudity, and I leaned down and again I gnawed at him and he grunted, gasped, chest heaving as if he were thinking of having a heart attack, and he begged, "Oh, God, man, please, take it now, please! I got to get off, man, I got to get off! Please, man, oh, please!"
But I took my time and when his jock joined his shorts on their trip down his legs, he was pulling his legs free of them.
"Now, now, don't rush me." I chided him. "Have to prepare you properly for the peanut butter."
"Yeah, pe-e-e-e-e-anut bu-u-u-u-u-tter." he sighed. "Creamy peanut butter. Man, I can't wait!"
"Well, you have to, because I am in control here." I said sternly. "You must be properly prepared before the peanut butter can be...applied."
"Applied?" he whimpered.
"Applied." I assured him. "Now, let me see..."
His cock was uncut, throbbing, lying on his belly nearly reaching his navel, a long, turgid salami with a crinkled line on the very top, and that crinkle of his foreskin, the place where it had grown together in the womb, that was where I placed my tongue first and ran it slowly up from the balls toward the shrouded head.
He let loose a loud moan like none I had ever heard before! All of his soul, his very self, was in that moan, and it went on for a long time.
"Can't have you making so much noise." I said softly, and I stood up and quickly shucked my clothes and, nude, pressed my crotch to his face as I bent to his cock once again. "Muffle yourself with that." I instructed him.
He eagerly grabbed my cock and I shoved it in deep and I held it there, buried inside of him, while I again ran that line of his cock, this time from the head to the balls.
"Urm-m-m-m-m-m!" he said around my cock and I gasped, closed my eyes. That had vibrated my cock all the way up and down its length!
I reached down and lapped at his cock again, this time just a quick lick, and he vented that "Urm-m-m-m-m!" again and I nearly creamed, that vibration felt so good.
"Keep that up." I ordered and I leaned down and gave his cock some rapid-fire licks.
"Urmmm! Urmmm! Urmmm!" he grunted and his cock twitched, jumped like a fish on land, and just like that, he shot his load, squirting his cream onto his belly, while his voice, squelched with my cock, churned vigorously trying to vent the passion, and that sent me gasping.
I shot my load just like that, without moving, my cock jammed down his mouth and throat to the very base, him choking and probably running low on air, his cock jetting one of the biggest loads I'd ever seen and I lifted it up and let it spray my face with the last powerful wads, lost in my rapture.
But he was thrashing now and I realized he DID need to breathe again, and I pulled my pud out and let him taste the last of the jizz-loads I was pumping into him by dropping them onto his tongue while he gulped for air in loud rushing hisses that were a maelstrom along my slimy cock-shaft.
After I caught my own breath, I turned around again and lay down half on top of him, and half next to him, and I cuddled in close and I kissed his sweaty, spent cheeks. He turned his head and we kissed like that.
"Man, that was great!" he sighed. "Now what?"
"Now you get dressed and go home, or do your jog." I said and stood up. "Lesson's over for the day."
"But what about the peanut butter?" He complained.
"Oh, you have a lot more to learn before I can work you up to peanut butter." I said. "You meet me at the same place tomorrow and we'll give you your next lesson."
"Can I find out how you use the peanut butter now?" He pleaded while I untied his hands.
"No." I said. "It's a surprise. I couldn't explain it anyway, it's something you experience. You meet me tomorrow and we'll work you up until you're ready for the peanut butter."
"Okay." He agreed as he pulled on his shorts and stood up and threw himself into my arms like I had wanted him to do that first day, all hot and sweaty and looking positively appetizing!
But I held myself in check, and I hugged and kissed him, and ran my hands through his hair and semi-combed it into position for him.
"I am so glad I kept asking you about the peanut butter." he said as he pulled on his socks and shoes, amazingly quickly. Just whomp, sock on, whomp, other sock on, schlump, shoe on, crack-crack, Velcro-ed shut, schlump, crack-crack and he was reaching for his T-shirt.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asked as he was about to walk out the door.
"Yeah, same time." I assured him. "I'll be there. You be finishing your jog when you come up to me, though, got it? I want you all wet and sweaty."
"Yes, sir!" He said and walked out the door.
When the door closed behind him, I slumped and fell onto the bed. Thank God! I thought he'd never leave! I was finally able to show some weakness, and I was exhausted!
I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling. It had worked out pretty good, and now I only had one rather-large problem left to deal with.
Pretty damned quick, I was going to have to come up with a new and innovative use for peanut butter!
THE END