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File: gay294 (part 1 of 1) ZipN: dan.txt (filename from zip file) Name: Dan by Chuck Landis
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- 8< cut here 8< -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- From: commandr@sage.cc.purdue.edu (Richard) Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Subject: Story: Dan Date: 12 Apr 91 00:52:08 GMT Organization: Purdue University Lines: 219
Dan by: Chuck Landis
I was just depressed. I hadn't had a good fucking for at least two weeks. That doesn't mean I was without sex for the entire time. I had a few tricks. But none of them could satisfy that special need that itched at my ass. Don't get me wrong. I am not some nellie queen who will throw their legs up for any hard dick. At 6'2", 190 lbs of hard muscle, I am not a whimp either. I can kick the shit out of anybody who tries to give me any grief. In fact, well meaning "friends" tell me that I look gh in the bars to have anybody try to pick me up. When I do pick up a man, he sometimes seems surprised that I want to trade fucks with him. Now it takes a special man to get into my ass. He's got to be big, strong, and have a long, fat dick. Let's face it; when I want fucked, I want to feel it. Besides, I think it's easier to take a big dick than a small one. Maybe it could be that I like big dicks.
I worked out earlier this afternoon, but there was nobody there. The guys at the gym all seem so self-centered. They put more love into that mirror than they could ever share with any woman or man. Besides, most of these guys have no dick at all. All their muscles must steal from their cocks. My itch was getting worse as I banged around the house. I thought if I went out and ran a little that would help the time to pass. The running felt good. The sweat was just starting to get into my eyes stopped to put a make-shift sweatband made from a hanky. Finished, I turned and stepped into the path of what felt like a truck. The collision impact sent me and the other man to the ground. The stars started to clear when I realized there was a crowd gathering to see this show. Some lady was at my side asking dumb questions about what happened and was I alright. I saw another group gathered around whoever I collided with. I got off my ass and went to the other group. There sat the o ther man. He was beautiful. I held out my hand to help him up. He needed no help but latched on anyway. As he rose, his eyes dove into my soul. I didn't break the contact. I appoligized and willing to do anything to make up for the error in my judgement. He seeemed alright as we continued to talk. The crowd was still there. We walked away to try to end the show. About 200 yards down the path, we sat on a park bench to talk and take inventory.
The only damage was a little blood at the corner of my mouth. He was alright with just a few bruises. He was too good looking to let go too quickly. His face could have been on the cover of G.Q. He was about my height and weight. Big chest and the most wonderfully defined arms I had ever seen. Arms are a real turn on for me. His arms were viened and pumped to rock hard fullness. His legs were cut well and in perfect proportion to his body size. He was one of the pretty people that actually nful to look at. But I looked and took in the sights. I got a little uneasy as I realized he too was looking closely at me. He brought his hand to my face and with his thumb touched my wound. It smarted but the shock of his touch was the reason I jerked. "Let's go get a beer," he suggested as his eyes kept searching my soul.
At the corner store, he bought two Millers. We sat in the shade on the pavement at the side of the building. Two old ladies passed and stared at these two men as we sat there. Nothing seemed to bother him. I wasn't going to do anything to break this contact. Finally, I introduced myself. His name was Dan not Danny. Dan was a self-employed building contractor just recently divorced for the second time. I listened to his life story all the while studying his face and features. I got up to buy cond beers. When I looked down, his balls were hanging from his running shorts. They were huge and covered with just the right ammmount of hair to accent their fulness and size. "In the neighborhood, I would not let my jewerly hang out. Somebody might take them," I said as I nodded in the direction between his legs. He looked down, tucked them away, and winked at me. His reaction was too much for me, so I split to get the beers. When I returned, he was on his feet. "I live down the s treet. Let' go drink these in the air conditioning," he suggested while leading the way. I was so nervous I could not even answer him. I just walked along.
Once inside the front door, he grabbed my arm. I spun around not knowing what to expect--maybe a fight. But he pulled me towards his body. Looking in to my eyes he breathed into my face, "Let's get it on!" Too stunned to react my instints took over and tried to turn away. He grabbed my head with one hand and his other arm held my body to his firm frame. He kissed me full on the mouth. His tounge parted my lips and dove into me. Overpowered and shocked, my body relaxed and brought his hand fro ad to encircle my body. He broke the kiss and held my hips against his. The heat between us was too much. "Dan, I need some space," I gasped. His grip loosened. I stepped away taking a big slug of cool beer. "Unless I read you wrong, you need this as bad as I do," he explained as he came back to me. I turned only to have Dan's arm engage me again. "Let me take care of this," he hissed as he ground his hips into me. All I could do was nod. I was a wreck. The best I had hoped for was t o memorize his body for a later jackoff session. Now, I am here in his house laying on his floor as he takes off my shorts and jock.
Dan stripped me. He stood, fully clothed, over me surveying his prey. Dan approved as he rubbed his crotch. He undid his shorts and in one motion stripped his jock down too. Dan stood naked over me. He was too beautiful to look at. His body was perfect. Dan's developed muscles were carved and defined to rival any god's statue. His face, reddened with lust, was controlling my thoughts without further words between us. Dan had a dick that was filling with blood as he looked down at me. Not e f hard, he was huge. Long, fat and circumsized, his cock pulsed with his impasssioned heart beats. "Relax, big boy," Dan exhaled as he lowered his frame onto me. Our mouths met and out tounges dueled inside as our bodies ground together. I tried to roll him on his back so I could get up there to explore and play with his body. Dan looked down into my eyes knowing my deeper intentions and said, "Let me take care of you this first round. The next will be your turn." I responded by brin gs his mouth back to mine.
Dan continued his domination by licking and nibbling my neck. He hit my weak spot: my ears. His full weight held me down as he worked the ear with his talented tounge. Dan moved lower biting my tits and swirling his tounge through my hairy chest and stomach. He was methodically attacking me to get at his goal. He reached my pubic hairs and bit hard into the bone that surrounds that area. Dan's strong ams held my hips to the floor as my upper body flopped around from his work. He nuzzled into ls and licked all around my long dick. Finally, Dan took the cock head in his mouth. He adjusted his head and I felt the shaft sink into his throat. Dan worked my cock with his tounge and throat muscles. I was going to cum and he knew it. "What's the matter, baby," he gasped as stared into my eyes. "I am too close," I said. he smiled and said, "Don't cum yet. We've got too much else to do!"
Dan dove into the area between my balls and ass eating his way lower. When his mouth hit my asshole, I almost stood straight up. But Dan caught my actions slamming me back down to the floor. He rimmed my ass driving me crazy. He reveled in his actions and work to get me so hot. He left so much spit and slime between my leags that I thought I was in a warm bath. Dan knee walked to my face and held his fat dick in his right hand. "Suck it," he ordered. I needed no coaxing and dove for that mon He face fucked me. Dan shoved hard, but I could not take it all. "Work on the head," he whined as I knew I was getting him hot. All of a sudden Dan pulled out and turned around to get something out of end table drawer. He revealed some lube and poppers.
Dan laid full on me again our cocks looking for some comfortable position. "I am going to fuck the hell out you," Dan's deep throated voice echoed in my brain. With that I felt his fingers greasing my hole. I looked up to see him positioning himself between my legs spreading lube on his huge dick. His dirty talk continued as I felt the head of his cock push for entrance. The pain, pleasure brought a scream of relief to my itchie asshole. Somewhere in this union, I began begging for more. Dan and pumped my ass for all he was worth. I looked up and watched this man's cock work in and out of my ass. The whole scene was headed for the end. One final hit of poppers for us both, sent Dan and I over the edge. His cock thickened even more and started to spasm in my ass. White slime flew from my cock and splashed on my chest and neck. Dan fucked through the climax. Finally, I yelled for him to stop. His motions halted. He let his cock soak in ass juices and his cum. Dan rubbed is hand through my cum and hair. Our breathing started to return as he began to withdraw his still rock hard monster. His cock head caught on the well fucked opening of my ass. So he had to pull sharply to extract his cock from my hungry ass.
Dan laid down beside me on his back. I streched out my legs. Our breathing and groans attested to the intese cum we both went through. "That was incredible," Dan panted. "Thanks for the fuck," was my only reply. Dan rolled towards me. His semi-hard dick flopped across my thigh. I reached for it and fondled its thick, heavy mass. The slime was there as I squeezed and played. His cock started to grow with my touch. Dan rolled on me and whispered into my ear, "Fuck me." We kissed as he finall e put him on his back. He tasted great. The mixture of sweat and cum from the previous fuck was still there. Dan's muscles glistened as I stared at him from above. The visual was enough to send me to heaven again. My ass still pained that wonderful ache only a good fucking can leave behind. My cock, still hard, dripped the last drops of my ample load, but I was going to fuck this stud. I wanted to return the pleasure he had given me.
Lifting his massive legs to my sholders, I looked at his hole that pulsed with his breathing. Dan gasped for air as I put my tounge to his ass. I soon had this man groaning and muttering as I worked on his asshole. I left plenty of spit there for the next step. I worked my cockhead into his tight opening. Not wanting anything to get in the way, I proceeded very slowly looking into his eyes for the next push. After only a few minutes, the first few strokes were thrust into Dan. The first dips fuck are the best. Dan knew how to respond and squeeze his ass around my dick. I was so hot fucking this stud who just worked over my ass that I was ready in short order. Dan was screaming for relief as his big cock oozed cum. I pumped harder giving back the fuck he put to my hole and readying him for the final hit. We both looked into sex glazed eyes as the orgasms swept onto us. Dan came and shot the white slime in ribbons over my chest and his tomach. I shot the first few shots into his ass. I reached down and pulled out my cock that continued to shoot on his body. Our cum mixed on his muscles as we yelled our climax together.
Dan pulled my climaxed body down onto his as we both rubbed and moaned into each others' ears. The agreed orgsm was just starting to subside when his hoarse voice told me Dan wanted to go again. We played for the rest of the day and night. Going to work the next monday was a relief. I tried not to think of Dan. But it was a lost cause. My phone rang as I got home. Dan wanted to come over. He wanted a repeat. I said yes--of course.
CCL 15-May-88