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I'd often heard the expression "time stood still" and thought it was nothing more than a figure of speech. I suppose I should rethink that.
Ninety minutes earlier, I'd been alone with Gord, practically a stranger to me, swimming our normal early-morning lengths of the local outdoor public pool. Soon we were doing our laps naked, then fondling each other and, ultimately, orgasming in the shallow end.
He had come back home with me for a breakfast only I had eaten. I was still on Cloud Nine, having just sucked his beautiful, meaty cock, the first of my life, and devoured every drop of the creamy nectar it had spurted down my parched throat.
But now... Now I was sitting in my Jacuzzi, an almost painful erection raging between my thighs, and the daylight was rapidly disappearing between Gord's body and mine as he backed toward me, his hands spreading his cheeks.
Time stood still? Good God, it was frozen solid.
"Sit on me, huh?" he said a little breathlessly, repeating my words back to me. "Seems that today is going to be a first for me, too."
"You mean you've..."
"Never," he quickly replied. "I've wanted to, more often than you could know. But never. Until now."
If Gord was going to lose his cherry, I was unbelievably turned on that I'd been the one chosen to pick the fruit. My cock throbbed in my greasy fist, the massage oil he had poured over me providing the ideal lubricant. I reached outside the Jacuzzi and dialed it down two notches, reducing the force of the jets to a soft bubble.
"Just go slow," he said, his ass now resting on my thighs as he slowly slid back, pausing. "Let me get used to you."
I understood his concern. I thought my bloated cock, the ridge of my head never more sharply pronounced, was going to burst. It was considerably more formidable than the slim middle finger Gord had burrowed deep inside himself to arouse both of us not long ago.
"You too," I answered.
I'd had enjoyed a few women in my life, and I thought there would be nothing more exquisite on this earth than the sensation of slipping into a soft, wet pussy, pushing to her very depths, feeling her body grip mine.
But there was nothing equal to what I was feeling now, as Gord lifted himself off my thighs and moved back closer still, his white cheeks parting to his strong hands, my cock aimed almost instinctively at his dark, untried ass.
He groaned as our bodies touched, my hand having slipped down to the base of my cock, guiding it to almost kiss his behind. I directed my shaft to rub along his left cheek, then his right, before slipping myself back down into his crack. I felt, if I could not see, a copious bead of precome leak from my cockhead, and I smeared that into the lubricant he had spread generously beneath his balls, which now hung deliciously loose in the hot water.
"Say when," I said, my breath rapidly failing.
Gord inhaled slowly, deeply, then let the air escape with a low whistle.
"Now."
Our bodies closed the final distance, Gord sinking lower as I lifted slightly up off the Jacuzzi seat. His ass resisted the pulpy head of my cock, but only for an instant. And then we felt what was almost indescribable, as I pushed through the tight ring and broke the vacuum seal created by the water.
"Oh my God..." The words spilled from us in unison.
We remained absolutely still, our bodies joined, my hands beneath Gord's cheeks, supporting his weight as he spread himself. I was afforded the most incredible view: the head of my cock was stretching his ass, and if I removed my hands quickly, he surely would impale himself.
"Just go slow," I recalled his words, and I held him firm.
The bubbles of the Jacuzzi were frothing mildly around Gord's legs, foaming up around his calves.
"Are you OK?" I asked him.
"Oh yeah. More than OK." He looked back at me. "You are one fucking tight fit."
"I was about to tell you the same thing."
His wide-eyed look spoke louder than any words he'd find, and he turned back away. I saw him nod, and understood his intent as I felt him very, very slowly let his body sink a little lower.
I gasped at the sensation, his ass wrapped more tightly around my cock than any pussy I'd ever felt. Gord froze for a moment, then lifted himself up, in his zeal moving a fraction too far. My cock popped free and slapped loudly back against my stomach. I was so hard I thought I was going to shatter into a million pieces.
I wasted no time in easing myself back inside Gord's ass, which now was more accommodating. Again he sank back down until I was half-buried, then lifted up until just my cockhead was piercing his body. He paused again, took one long, deep breath, then pressed himself down.
And my shaft was gone, filling his ass completely. I thought I felt his cock now laying on my balls, and I reached around to take him in my hand. He was long and flaccid and succulent, and had I been double-jointed, I'd have taken him in my mouth then and there.
I dug the nails of my other hand into Gord's hip, nearly delirious with the sensation.
"A virgin no more," he said brightly, grinding his ass on my hips. "So... how about a ride?"
I laughed aloud at his words and saw the daylight reappear between our bodies as he lifted himself almost completely off my cock, then sank back down. Again and again he did this, with more purpose each time, completely in control of our fucking.
We were speaking in guttoral noise by now, and then I felt Gord's hand down between my thighs, kneading my balls, rolling them masterfully in his palm, squeezing them with a great sense of my needs.
Our bodies were made-to-measure, and even with the lubricant and the water, the friction soon was almost unbearable. It was when I felt Gord's hand probe deeper, finding my ass as I had slid half off the front edge of the stair, that my end was near. His skilled middle finger introduced itself to my prostate, just as he bore his body down onto me.
The fireworks were unlike any I had experienced, my second load of the morning pulsing up from my balls and through my shaft, throbbing again and again, deep into Gord's ass. If he wanted to go easy, he had a peculiar way of showing me, lifiting up and slamming down, thrusting and grabbing and squeezing.
I think I blacked out for a moment, and came to with Gord slumped back against my chest, which was working overtime to find enough oxygen in the great outdoors. My balls were in his hand, and my cock was softening but still buried in his ass.
The long, red welts rising on his back must have been my way of saying thanks; I imagine I raked him with my nails as I came. If he was complaining, I wasn't hearing it.
Just as I wasn't hearing the footsteps coming through the kitchen, or the opening of the patio door of the damned house I had forgotten to lock.
(to be continued)