This is a fictionalized account of a true life experience.
**07 - Shawn at the Warehouse
Shawn at the Warehouse
The few who know about me and Dan, my warehouse foreman, also have heard me make reference to Shawn, the nineteen year old. He's well over two hundred pounds, maybe just shy of six feet, very muscular, with a classic shape physique, i.e., broad shoulders and chest and slim waist. He has a gorgeous girlfriend, is very sexual, and sexy, and funny as shit. He is also well endowed. How do I know that? I've stood beside him at the urinals--there are no privacy partitions between them, and he is not at all shy the way he stands at the urinal. In that restroom are the lockers, too, and I've seen him naked a couple of times. The layout of the shipping area, the two restrooms and the kitchen/lounge/break-room are in the write-up about Dan.
When a reader reminded me that Shawn wound not be a teenager much longer, I made a conscious decision and set a goal to seduce him while he is still nineteen. I decided a good time would be our Christmas party at the warehouse, on Tuesday. I catered in food and had plenty of beer and booze on hand with the understanding that I collected everybody's keys and I would decide if they could drive home. Dan was my designated driver for anyone who I deemed unfit to drive. I had put up a small Christmas tree in the lounge and added a few more decorations, including several candles and candle rings that my wife had sent from home. There was Christmas music, and I had rented three porn videos for the first time; wanted to get Shawn in the mood. Everybody had a good time, went through a LOT of food and drink, and everybody was feeling good; really good, watching the two porn videos; the third one I sort of kept in reserve. There were a few gag gifts exchanged and I passed out Christmas bonuses.
Matt, Parker and Brian were feeling a little too good and I didn't let them have their keys. Dan drove them home, one by one, and Ross drove their cars home.
I had asked Shawn if he could help me clean up. Dan hung around till Derrick and Clay left then he took off, fully aware of what I was up to. I walked Dan out to the door, thanked him, and bolted the door from the inside when he left. Then I went back into the lounge where Shawn was gathering up the empty beer bottles.
"Did you get the last DVD out of the player?" I asked.
"Yeah, but we never got around to watching this one," he said, holding up the third DVD.
"Do you want to stick around and watch it?"
"Sure, why not, if you don't have to get home to your wife; my girl knows I'm out for the night."
"I'm not on a short leash," I told him.
He had to go to the bathroom and while he was gone I lit the candles and turned out the overhead lights; didn't know what he would think of that but I took a chance. I also slipped the lube, condoms and poppers under the couch so everything would be within easy reach. Then I made us both another drink.
When he came back, he looked a little startled. "Hey, nice touch, why didn't you light the candles earlier?"
"I didn't think about it," I said and handed him the DVD put in. "Here we can take a break and watch this if you want."
He glanced at the cover then slipped the DVD into the player. What he didn't know was that I had actually rented four DVDs, and replaced this particular straight one with a Bi DVD. I almost went for gay but decided I shouldn't push my luck with this initial seduction. Shawn picked up his drink and came over to sit on the opposite end of the couch. I turned off the lamp; he slouched down to get comfortable and instinctively groped his crotch as the first scenes came on the screen.
"Hell, Shawn, it hasn't even started, and you're horny already?" I joked.
"Just getting a head start," he joked back.
"Head start on what?" I asked, laughing. He didn't say anything; his focus was on the TV.
The plot was pretty much the usual non-plot but it didn't matter. The woman was a total babe and the two guys were absolute studs; I had made sure of that, I watched the video before I rented it. They were a little older than Shawn, very well built, although not as muscular as Shawn, and both impressively hung.
"Man, I love it when two guys double up," Shawn remarked.
"Have you ever done that?" I asked
"No, but I'm going to sometime," he said. "Not with my girl, though," he added quickly. "I don't wanta share her with anybody. And I don't think she would do it anyway." I laughed when he groped himself again.
"Hey, it's just you and me Shawn; you can haul that thing out and take care of it if you want to."
"Naw, I'm okay," he mumbled without taking his eyes off the TV. "Then he added, jokingly, "But I might go in the restroom later and take care of it.
"Well, personally, I prefer doing it while I'm watching the porn, not after," I said.
That got his attention. He turned to look at me with a lopsided grin. "No shit, you watch porn, and jerk off?"
"Doesn't everybody?"
"But you're married."
"And you've got a girlfriend," I said.
"Yeah, you're right."
"Sometimes the old hand just feels better, makes me feel like a kid again," I said. We both looked back at the TV at the same time, just as one of the guys fucking the girl leaned to the side and started sucking his buddy who was standing next to them. I quickly glanced at Shawn to get his reaction. He was just staring, then he said, "Well, holy fuck!" and I noticed his grip on his crotch tightened.
"Shit, the cover didn't show this as a Bi video, did it?" I asked.
"No."
"Somebody at the video store screwed up. I'll change it," I said as I leaned up from the couch.
"No, leave it," he said, without taking his eyes off the TV. "I've never seen a Bi video before. Might be interesting."
"Okay." I leaned back and slouched a little on the couch, shifting my position slightly to the side so I could see Shawn out of the corner of my eye. He was squeezing his crotch now, steadily.
"Shit, man, look at that, he's deep throating him! Fuck, I never had a girl who was able to do that to me. Geezuss, how does he do that? Fuck, that must feel good."
My mind was awhirl; he'd just given me four openings with those four rapid-fire remarks. I swallowed, trying to gulp down the fear and bring up my courage. Shawn wasn't drunk; not as drunk as I wanted him. He was feeling good; I just wasn't sure just how good he was feeling. I got up and stepped over his legs and got two more beers out of the refrigerator. As I turned back, seeing the handsome, built stud slouched on the couch, groping his crotch, my courage seemed to swell up inside me. I stepped over his legs again, sat down and handed him a fresh beer. He took it without really looking around.
"You wanta find out?" I felt a little tremor, wondering who had said it; the voice sounded familiar but I couldn't believe the words had come out of my mouth. Shawn paused with the beer tilted just to his lips, then lowered it and looked at me; a surprised, bewildered look.
"Huh?"
I suddenly felt cornered. The words were still ringing in my ears; they were plain and to the point, nothing I could back away from, even jokingly. But this was what I wanted; what I'd been longing for since the day the kid walked in to apply for the job. I felt my courage waning, felt myself crumbling under the handsome gaze. I had to quickly recover, or sink.
"Do you wanta find out?" I asked again, with a sudden burst of courage.
He continued to look at me, and I noticed his hand was suddenly still, his long, thick fingers just laying over his crotch. I looked back up and our eyes met. His gaze was steady, but his eyes were confused.
"You... you're... saying.......," he stammered.
"Do you wanta find out how it feels like to be deep throated like that," I said. It wasn't a question.
"Fuck...fuck, yeah, if... you're... if you're offering?"
"I'm offering," I said as I reached over and laid my hand on his thigh. He moved his hand from his crotch and I replaced it with my own. I squeezed gently at first, then dug my fingers into the bulging pouch.
"Aawwhhh, I don't believe this," he said huskily, watching my hand. Then he looked back up at me. "Shit, man, I had no idea."
I smiled. "Now you do," I said. He was growing inside his jeans. He never wore a belt--he had an ass that held his jeans up without one--and I deftly undid the top button of his jeans. "Listen, Shawn, you understand you don't have to do this, I mean just because I'm your boss. That's got nothing to do with it, and your job doesn't depend on it. We're not employee and employer here."
"Good. I didn't think that was the case," he said.
I undid another button.
"Does anybody else know?" he asked.
"That would be telling too much," I said.
I explored his cock as best I could inside his briefs. He was a slow grower, he was still rubbery. I pulled my hand out and tugged on the waist of his jeans. He rose up to let me pull them down. His white shorts almost gleamed against his dark tan. I didn't mention, but Shawn goes to a tanning booth so he's got an all over tan; says his girl likes him that way. I leaned down and buried my face in the pouch of his shorts, with my mouth wide open.
"Ohhh!" he groaned quickly, sounded like a surprised outburst.
I mauled his pouch till his shorts were damp while I ran my hands up and down his thighs and down inside his jeans to feel his calves. He was like warm stone, his muscles were so hard. I looked up at him. "It's plenty warm enough in here for you to strip down if you want," I said.
"Yeah, that'd be good," he said.
I sat up and he leaned up and bent over to unlace his boots and take them off. I watched the muscles in his arms dance and ripple. Then he pulled his jeans off and tossed them aside. He stood up and peeled off shirt and stood in his socks and briefs. Godd, he was beautiful, but I didn't tell him that. Shawn wasn't the type of guy you say that to. He was the kind of guy, he knew what he had and he didn't have to be told.
"You, too," he said, nodding to me as he shoved his shorts down.
I swallowed my spit from my mouth watering. "Yeah... I just wanted to watch you. You've got a hell of a body."
"Thanks. So have you," he said. "Actually, all the guys are really well built."
I thought it odd but nice that he noticed that. "That's not by accident," I said with a grin. He didn't seem to catch on, or he wasn't listening; I thought he might be so focused on what was at hand for him. His cock was certainly focusing; it was rising to the occasion with hard, steady pulsations and threatening to do so in great proportions. He stood there at the couch while I undressed. I moved closer to him and took hold of his cock and ran my other hand down his side to his hip, curling my fingers around the side of his hard butt.
"You are fuckin' solid," I said as I dug my fingers into his butt muscle.
"I try to stay that way," he said.
He didn't respond in any way, his arms hung at his sides while I pulled on his cock and ran my hand over his muscles. I wanted to kiss him but I didn't think he would be up for that either. Maybe if he had another beer or two.
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"A little. From being so surprised, maybe," he said.
"There's no need to be nervous," I said. I stepped around him and went to the fridge to get him another beer. I handed it to him. "Here, maybe you need one more to take the edge off your nerves."
He welcomed the beer, making me realize he was more nervous than I thought, and that surprised me a little. I sat down and so did he. I waited till he took a couple of drinks of his beer. My mouth was watering but my throat felt dry from looking at the guy, especially in anticipation of his cock that was sticking up between his legs, throbbing and quivering now. It was as perfectly shaped as he was, I judged him to be a little over eight inches, and thick. Real thick. The head looked almost menacing, and I could only wonder it must feel like for his girlfriend to be rooted with the thing; and what it might feel like spreading my ass if I were so lucky.
I reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock again; my fingers barely touched. As sipped his beer I leaned over him, resting my forearm on his massive thigh. I blew a gentle breeze of hot breath on his cock then wet my lips and put my mouth around the head and immediately washed it with my tongue.
He moaned, deep in his belly; "AAAwwwhhhhhh! FUCK!"
I wondered now if this was the first time he'd ever had his cock sucked, although I was sure his girlfriend did that for him. I started sucking him, using slow strokes with lots of tongue. He quickly got into it and started grinding his butt in the couch and pushing his cock up into my mouth. He had a very large piss slit that I could actually dip the tip of my tongue into and lick up what seemed a never-ending flow of precum. He tasted wonderful, he smelled good, his cock felt wonderful in my mouth; thick and meaty with just the right networking of veins.
I cupped his ball in one hand and he spread his legs wider for me. They were large and heavy. Everything about this guy was in perfect proportion; his cock and balls matched his muscular body. I let go of his cock and bent lower to nuzzle and lick his balls. He slouched down on the couch and splayed his thighs even wider to give me more room. I sucked his balls into my mouth, one at a time, and mauled them gently with my tongue.
"Ohh, Goddd!" There was a steady stream of moans and gasps like that, as if he were experiencing each new sensation for the first time. Or maybe I was just that good. I licked back up the length of his cock and lapped up more precum that was coating the head of his cock. Then I tongued and kissed my way up the armor-plate of his abs, outlining each ridge between the muscles with my tongue, till I reached his thick pecs. I licked the underside of the warm, solid muscled then made my way to the turgid nipples. They were standing tall and proud and I wondered if he even knew why. I was sure he didn't when I locked my lips around his right one and began sucking and lashing it with my tongue. "AAAAaahhhhh, Fuck!" That sounded like it was the first time anybody had ever sucked his tits.
He clasped his hand around the back of my head, urging me to keep doing it.
At the same time I was rubbing one hand up and down his left thigh, squeezing the incredibly hard muscles, drawing my hand back up the inside and feeling under his balls. He was still squirming on the couch, his butt closer to the edge of the cushion how, legs spread apart. I casually drew my fingers along the crack of his butt and felt his asshole. He didn't seem to mind that. I did it several more times then brought my hand up for some of the drool that was running down his chest from me sucking his tit. I got my fingers good and wet then returned to his asshole. I began rubbing it with my fingertips; surprised that he let me. I rubbed harder and harder till it was more like probing and that's when he reached down and took hold of my wrist to stop me. I retreated gracefully.
"Let's do the other one," I said as I dragged my tongue across his wide, hard chest to his other nipple. He groaned loudly as I began sucking on it. I reached down for his cock and began jacking him slowly. He hunkered his cock up through my fist, precome still flowing copiously. I took some of it and returned to his ass. Again, he let me rub and massage till it turned into a probe and he reached down for my wrist again. I didn't try it again for a while.
Like most straight guys he was mostly interested in getting his cock sucked and I wasn't going to disappoint him, although I had a lot more in mind for him if he was willing. If figured if I gave him a good blowjob, he would be open to more. I gave him a great blowjob; he told me I did. He told me all during the blow job, by his moans and his body language, and he told me afterwards it was the best he'd ever had. That didn't surprise me because all his other blowjobs had probably been from girls.
I made it slow, but relentless. I edged him unmercifully, till he was begging for me to let him cum. I jokingly told him he would be sorry when it was over. He said he had to cum or the top of his head was gonna blow off. I got him off. There was no question about how it was going to end, certainly in my mind, and he assumed the same thing; he shot off in my mouth. I held his heavy load in my mouth for a moment, slathering it all around the head of his cock till it, and he, was twitching then I swallowed it before I let him go.
"Geezusss, H. Christ!" was his reaction when he slouched down in the couch, breathing hard. "Man, I never had anything like that in my LIFE! Fuck, if I let myself think about it, it might be better than fucking my girl."
"Well, don't tell her that," I said.
He laughed. "You think I'm dumb enough to tell her I got a blow job from a guy?"
"Well, if you do slip up, don't tell it was better than her blowjobs." I got up from my kneeling position and went get him another beer. He was still somewhat under the influence and I didn't want him to sober up just yet. "There's more," I told him as I handed him his beer.
"I think this one will do me," he said.
"No, I meant more of that," I said, nodding to his nakedness.
"Oh."
"You blew me away with this," he said. "I had no clue."
"I know."
"Are you doing any of the other guys?"
"Would you want me to tell I'm doing you?" I asked.
"No. Except......"
"Except what?"
"Except if you are, then it wouldn't hurt if we knew about each other, would it?"
"I guess not. But I would have to ask the other person. If there is one," I added quickly.
"There is," he said with a big grin.
I went about cleaning up, picking up. Shawn got up to help me. He gathered up the rest of the empty beer bottles in a plastic bag and took them out to the trash bin in the warehouse. I stood at the door and watched him walk across the shipping area, drinking in the sight of his muscular body and drooling over his gorgeous ass. "My Godd," I whispered, and I knew I had to have that ass.
When he came back he looked around. "Well, I guess that's about it," he said. But he didn't reach for his clothes; just stood there, glorious in his nakedness, maybe still a little nervous, and I thought, not wanting to go. I handed him another beer.
"If I drink this... I'm still a little cloudy in the head... I won't be able to drive for a while."
"You said your girl's not expecting you," I said. The flickering candles still cast a warm light in the room and this young hunk was looking good enough to eat. I set my beer down and stepped up to him and put my hand on his hip.
"Yeah... you said there was more," he said huskily.
"Let me show you." I leaned down and kissed his chest and sucked his tit. With a low moan he set his beer on the counter and clasped his hand around the back of my head.
"Awwwhhh....shit, man you're dredging up feelings I didn't know I had."
I spent a few minutes sucking his tits then began licking and kissing my way down his stomach as I went down on my haunches, bringing my hands down his sides. As I approached his pubes, I turned him around. He turned and clasped his hands on the edge of the counter, without any hesitation, and I wondered what he was expecting. I kissed the side of his butt then trailed my lips across his firm, round globes to the other side, dipping my tongue into the crevice as I crossed it. Then I returned to the crevice and licked up and down the crack. He gasped and moaned. I placed my hand on the small of his back to urge him to bend over and he did, laying his arms across the edge of the counter with his head down. He set his feet apart -- he knew where this was leading now -- and I pulled his butt apart and buried my face.
"OOOHhhh, Goddd!" he cried softly as I began licking his asshole.
He stretched his arms out and gripped the edge of the counter top. I gave him a good rimming and it was good for me too, because I knew it was the first time he'd ever had anybody do this to him. And, he had a beautiful ass, nice and round and hard muscles, and a delectable asshole, barely hidden with a light flurry of fuzzy hair. After a while I stood up.
"Come over here; bend over the back of the chair." I pulled the big chair around so the back was facing the room. He did as I said, walked over and bent over the chair and spread his legs out again. I went to work on him again, pulling his butt apart then digging my fingers into the rim of his asshole to stretch it apart. "Godd, you've got a great ass!" I pulled him open till I could see the inner lining, I could see it palpitating as he clenched his asshole and between clenching, I drove my tongue up inside him as far as I could reach.
"AAAAwhhhhhh!" he cried out, tossing his head back. "Ohhh, Fucckk!!"
I was smiling. After a few minutes of him twisting his ass around and moaning how good it felt, I began rubbing his asshole with my finger as I licked his crack. He liked that too, but when I probed into the now-relaxed hole he reached back and took hold of my wrist.
Okay, he wasn't as ready as I thought. I retreated, back to tonguing him deep in his ass and he relaxed again and slumped over the back of the chair, giving himself up to me. A few minutes later I tried again; this time I had my finger all the way inside him before he grabbed my wrist.
"Let me do this," I murmured. "I know it feels good, so let me do it. Promise it won't hurt."
He eased his grip on my wrist then let go. I began rubbing inside his asshole with my fingertip, harder and harder, making him moan louder and louder. I didn't know if he was really enjoying it or just letting me do it because I'd asked. I took my time, moving my fingertip around in circles inside him till he seemed okay with it. In fact, when I began working my finger in and out of his asshole, he sort pushed back. All of this took only a few minutes, during which time I was only half heartedly searching for his prostate. I found it, firm and pliable, through the delicate lining of his inner ass. I barely touched and he lurched. I touched it again and he gasped. I was going to purposely drive him over the top.
"Let's try two," I said as I deftly shoved two fingers into his ass. He let out a little gasp but took them; I supposed he was thinking two fingers would feel twice as good so he was willing to accept them. He didn't know how right he was. I went straight for his prostate with both fingers. I didn't mess around. I began dancing my fingertips around on the tiny love nut, and rubbing it vigorously.
He came almost straight up with a loud, surprised, "Oh, My Godd!" Yeah, he didn't know he had these feelings and he didn't know what the fuck was happening to him. I didn't let up. He stayed standing straight for a moment, his muscles tight and bulging, then suddenly, he collapsed over the back of the chair again, as if giving himself up to it. "Ohh, Geezuss! Awww, man, what're you doing....to me! Fuck....Oh Fuck!.....Ohhhh, Godd, I can't stand it! You're driving me fuckin' crazy! Ohh.....Ohhhhh. OOOHHHH....Ohhh, godd, Pete....you're.....Aawwhwh, I'm gonna cummmm! I'm gonna cummmmm!"
His prostate palpitated so hard and fast it fluttered, then spasmed violently. His asshole went relaxed then tightened then did it again and again, and I felt the big vein that extends out of his ass suddenly bulge and I knew he was cumming. He shot his load all over the back of the chair. I should say he exploded all over the back of the chair. It came so hard that his feet lifted up off the floor with his muscular body suspended over the back of his couch. He convulsed and groaned and whimpered and blew his load all over my chair. It was a huge load, especially for being the second one. The stuff was thick, clinging to the material, refusing to run down the back of the chair.
Shawn stayed in that position for a minute or two till he was able to breather better, then he shoved himself up. His muscular arms trembled as he pushed himself up from the back of the chair. His legs shook as he put his considerable with on them. I stood and helped him the few steps back to the couch where he collapsed. I stepped over and got his beer off the counter and handed it to him. He took several gulps set it on the coffee table.
"Holy Fuck! What just happened?"
"I don't know, but I think you blew the reserve tanks," I said as I walked over to clean the cum off the back of the chair.
"Fuck, I'm sorry about that," he said.
"I think it was beyond your control," I said, laughing. I wanted to lick the thick, creamy stuff off the back of the chair but I wasn't sure Shawn wouldn't be grossed out by that.
"When you said there was more, I had idea it would be anything like that," he said.
"There's still more," I told him.
"Yeah, but will I be able to survive it?" he said, laughing. "Hell, Pete, I had no fuckin' idea! You are so fuckin' studly straight acting. Are you gonna tell me who the other guys are? I don't care if you tell them about me."
I hesitated a couple of seconds. "Dan," I said.
"No shit!" he gasped, sitting up. "You're doing Dan?"
"It's more like Dan's doing me," I said.
"Aww, Mann, no... no way! No fuckin' way!"
"No, no, I don't mean he's doing me, like that. It's strictly one way, just like with you. Dan's fucking me."
"No fuckin' shit! You like to get fucked?" he asked with a shocked look. "Dan's a horse! Man, I've seen him hanging at the urinal. How do you take him?"
"Very carefully," I joked. I could see his cock was lifting right back; it had barely started to go down, and he was getting hard again. That was very encouraging.. "Actually, you're not all that much smaller than Dan," I said. "You would be an ass-full yourself."
"Does that mean you wanta find out?" he asked smartly.
"Sure, if you do. Have you ever fucked a guy before?"
"No, I never did anything with a guy before," he said.
"You wanta go bareback or use a condom? I'm clean on all counts, but it's your call," I said as I was clearing stuff off of the coffee table. I don't know why but the coffee table is the perfect place to fuck. It's the right height, its solid enough to hold the weight of two guys, and it's a solid base, like on the floor; it's perfect."
"Fuck, bareback then," he said.
"Be right back." I went into the bathroom and lubed up. I couldn't use Anal Ease because it would deaden his cock. I would have to take him like a man; it was going to be tough going for a few seconds cause he was thick and the head of his cock was bigger than average. But I had a feeling it would be worth any amount of pain. I took the lube back in with me, along with a couple of towels, and handed the tube to him. "Be generous with this, it's going to be a tight fit."
"Ha! You probably won't even feel it, after taking Dan," he said. He lubed up and wiped his hand on a towel then it was he who guided me to the coffee table, to straddle it facing away from him. I stood astraddle it and bent over. He stood behind me and I felt the head of his blunt cockhead pressing against my hole. I took in a deep, quiet breath, bracing myself. This was not going to be easy. He was so damned thick, and he was stiff as a board, without the hard-rubbery give of Dan's big cock. On target, he clasped his hands around my hipbones and applied pressure.
I don't know what or how he did it but he shoved right in to the hilt, steered past any obstacles smooth as hell and buried that huge cock head deep in my bowels. I could feel it stretching my guts going through, and it felt like its throbbing was stretching my deepest point. His girth did a good job stretching my asshole too. It hurt like hell but I didn't let on; I just kept squeezing around his cock, trying to work out the pain.
He didn't wait for me to get used to his size; I hadn't told him too and he wasn't used to waiting. Cock in, cock out, he was ready to fuck. And shit, did he ever fuck me. I held onto the edges of the coffee table so tight my knuckles turned white as I worked through the pain. At one point I let out a loud gasp of air.
"You okay? Is it feeling okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's feeling fine. You're big."
"Yeah, hey, if it's hurting, I can ease up," he said.
"No, its fine," I lied, but I was impressed that he offered, although he didn't say he would pull out. He kept fucking me. I didn't know if I was jealous or felt sorry for his girlfriend; he was like a machine. At some point I wanted to be on my back with him over me so I could see his face and watch his muscles but I would let him tire of this position first. He fucked me hard and long, till I had to flex the muscles in my legs to keep them from shaking. I let up slightly and he felt them tremble.
"Man, you're legs are shaking. You wanta lay down, or change positions?"
"On my back would be nice," I said.
We pulled apart. I took a cushion from the couch and put it on the coffee table and laid back on it. He straddled the table and shoved my raised legs toward me and entered me again.
"Ohh...Ohh, Fuck!" I gasped.
"Not a good position?" he asked.
"It's fine. You go in deeper this way," I told him.
"Sorry, I didn't know that." He got right to fucking me.
"Ohhh...Ohohohohoh....Ohhh, Goddd!" I moaned.
He smiled. He liked what he was doing to me. He had an awesome cock and he was awesome using it. That he was so cute and muscular only added to my pleasure. I ran my hands all over his body, everywhere I could reach, feeling his hard muscles bulge and ripple and strain as he fucked me.
"Damn, you've got big arms," I said as I squeezed his triceps.
He smiled again. He liked being admired. I squeezed his chest muscles. His tits were big and taut. I rubbed my palm over them and he smiled and moaned.
"Bring those down here and I'll work on `em." I said.
He leaned down, offering his chest to me. I leaned up and sucked on his tits, licking back and forth across his chest.
"Mann, I gotta get my girl to do that," he said.
"She might think it's kinda weird," I said.
"Yeah, you're right, maybe I'd better not."
All the while we talked and I sucked his tits, his thick cock was slicing my ass like it was soft butter. I was totally relaxed now and opened up for him, anticipating every thrust deep into my guts.
"Godd, Shawn, you really know how to fuck," I told him.
"Better than Dan?"
"Not better, not worse. Different, the way you move."
"Dan's bigger than me, isn't he."
"Yes."
"Bet he goes in a lot deeper."
"Not so it's noticeable," I said.
"You know, I talk when I fuck, to keep from going off," he said.
"Go ahead and talk," I told him.
He fucked me for probably a half hour. I gripped the edge of the table to hold on, but he kept having to pull me and the cushion back toward him as he fucked me almost off the end of the coffee table. He had hold of the edge of the table too, supporting himself at arm's length. He had me nearly off the table again when he suggested we move to the floor.
"We would have better leverage on the floor," he said.
"The carpet is rough, you're liable to get rug burn on your knees," I said.
"I don't care. Wrap your legs around me." With that, he lifted picked me up, kicked the cushion off the table and took us to the floor, laying me on the cushion. He started fucking me again.
He was right, he had more leverage. He tried to stay off his knees. He arched up over me and did pushups over me, plunging his cock straight down into my ass. It was like he was trying to nail me to the floor.
"Ohh....Ohh, Godd, I can't do this," he moaned.
"Do you want to move back to the coffee table? Or we can get on the couch," I said.
"No, I can't fuck much longer," he said. "It's too damned good. I feel like I'm gonna cum with every stroke."
"So, cum. You can re-load, I'm sure."
"Ohh, fuck, here goes, then," he said.
He really started pounding me. I was half off the cushion and I knew I was going to have rug burn on my shoulders and upper back, but at the moment it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except this gorgeous, muscular teenager hunkered over me, driving his cock into my ass like a pile driver. I wanted to cum too, but I was trying to hold off with him. That finally became impossible.
"Listen..... ohh.... I'm gonna cum too..... are you getting close?" I gasped.
"Do it!" he said. "Shoot it; I'll be right behind you." He reared up over me, bending me in half with his body arched over me so he was driving down into me like a pile driver. I thought he was going to pound me through the floor. My back and shoulders were taking a beating with the carpet, but my ass was taking a worse beating. I was jacking myself hard, wanting to cum....had to cum before something imploded inside of me. Finally, I shot off with a loud howl and sprayed myself with warm thick semen.
"Fuck, man!" he exclaimed as he saw the volume of my load. "Fuck, man!" he said again as I kept cumming. I was drenched, all over my face and neck and shoulders and in my hair and all over the floor around my head. "Fuck, man, I'm cummin'.....not like that but I'm cummin'."
Maybe not like that, but it was good enough. I felt the stuff spurting deep inside my ass with a heat more intense than my ass. He bore down into me at the same time like he was trying to plant his seed deep. I shuddered under him, partly from his climax in me, partly the aftershocks from my own. I needed to breath, deep; I waited for him to finish so he would rise up. Finally, I nudged him a little and he pushed himself up off of me.
"Getting too heavy?" he asked.
"No, but I need to breath," I said.
He straightened back on his haunches and let my legs down on either side of him. I could feel his cock still pulsating inside me.
"That was one horrendous cum," he said,
"Yeah, I could feel it," I said.
"No, yours. Fuck, man I didn't know anybody could shoot like that."
I smiled weakly, my chest heaving to catch my breath. "You are a wild fuck, that's what caused it," I said.
He pulled out slowly and started to stand up but I put my hand around his knee to stop him. "Bring it to me," I said, lifting my head with my tongue out.
He hesitated, surprised. "You want my cock, right out of your ass?"
"Bring it here," I said again.
He moved up to straddle my chest and laid his cock on my face. I took it my mouth and sucked him dry. Then he pulled out and rubbed his cock in the cum all over my face and fed it to me.
"You like the stuff, I guess," he said.
"I love it."
"There's plenty more where that came from. Next time I'll pull out and cum in your mouth."
"Is there going to be a next time?" I asked.
"You're the boss, you tell me."
"It's not going to be like that," I said sternly. "I want a next time, but only if you do."
"Fuck, yeah, I do."
"Okay, but don't call me boss."
"Okay.....Pete....."
We showered together, which surprised me. It's a huge shower, but I was surprised when he said there was plenty of room for both of us. If there had been more time, I would've given him a shower blowjob, but he had to get going. I needed to get home, too. But it was a great start, with more to come. I'm hoping I can work Dan and Shawn in together soon.
All for now......................