The same disclaimers apply as in the first part. Get outta here, if you're underage or NOT into man-to-man sex. This story is fantasy. Your live isn't. ALWAYS practice safe sex.
The Bookstore, Part II
"My name's Jim," I said, thinking that after such intimacy, we should be on a first-name basis. I got off the floor and started dressing. My new friend licked the cum off my chest with particular attention to my nipples. I was getting aroused, again.
"I'm J.D.," he replied leaning in and kissing me gently on the lips, the taste of his cum lingering. Just like Darrell would do, I thought. But, my curiosity as to what "J.D." stood for must have registered on my face. "J.D. stands for James Darrell. I was named after my father and grandfather." Again, Darrell comes up. I looked startled, I'm sure. "Is something wrong?" J.D. asked concerned.
"No, not at all," I replied. "You just remind me of a former lover of seven years whose name was Darrell, too. He was killed in a car wreck."
"Oh, sorry," he said with genuine concern.
"It was three years ago, but it still hurts. We were very much in love. You sure as hell remind me of him," I added with a smile.
"I'm glad," J.D. said grinning and pulling on his shorts and retrieving his shirt from the bench. "I hope to get to know you a lot better," he laughed.
"Follow me home and I'll show you more ways that you're alike." And different, I reminded myself. "I'm parked in front. How about you?"
"Just a couple doors down," he replied. "I'll follow you," he agreed, "anywhere!" He lowered his head, slipping his tongue over and around one of my nipples.
"Damn!" I moaned. "You sure do know how to turn me on," I breathed. "You keep that up and you'll have to take care of my hard dick, again," I warned him.
"I'm countin' on it," he challenged.
"You're a cocky little shit, aren't you," I laughed.
"I'm hoping you'll find out just how cocky I am," he rejoined.
"And I'm countin' on your cocky plowing my tight ass," I shot back, laughing.
"Let's get outta here before that big cock of yours convinces me to get fucked again right here and now," he suggested.
"Just follow me," I directed. We left the booth after checking to be sure we weren't too disheveled. The two clerks I knew smiled and winked at me. It was all too obvious what we'd been up to. A couple of customers in the hallway smiled. One of them even sighed, in resignation, wishing he'd been able to join us. Perhaps, another time, I thought, smiling back at him.
J.D. pointed out his car three spaces ahead of mine. I gave him general directions to my house (in case we got separated in the evening traffic; we didn't).
I parked in the driveway, he in the street. Inside the front door, he hugged me and kissed me again like we were long-lost family. I returned his ardor. He felt so good in my arms. His tight body melted into my muscled chest. His shirt came off again, and my shorts came down. He started working my nipples again with his teeth and tongue, and my dick rose to full size.
"Gawd, you've got a nice cock," J.D. sighed, stroking my hard dick.
"Let's get to the bedroom and get to know each other better," I suggested. I led him into my bedroom, pushed his shorts down to his ankles, and watched as his cock lengthened and thickened with each heartbeat. He smiled in embarrassment at my adoration. He sat on the bed, took off his shoes and socks before he pulled me to him. He engulfed my cock to the root, again. His groan of pleasure at having my stiff dick so completely down his throat caused his overheated cock to bounce and slap against his hard stomach.
I pushed him back on to the bed and stripped off my tank top, shoes, and socks before I reversed myself into a 69 position. We blew each other's skinflutes for several minutes, punctuated by groans and moans of pleasure. Twice, he forced me to stop before he blew his load. The last time, I almost didn't stop in time. A long rope of cum drizzled out of his dick. I stripped it all out before I asked him if he could still cum. He assured me that he'd almost climaxed, but hadn't. It was common for him to squirt out a long rope of his creamy load, but still not reach climax.
I hadn't had a cock this big in my mouth in a very long time. J.D.'s enormous tool reminded me again that big surprises come in small packages. With his mammoth, ebony dick down my throat, he was going to cum soon. His large cum-filled twin orbs were pulled up tight against the base of his steely, thick post.
But, I wanted that giant phallus up my winking butthole for a good flushing in cum. I'd already sampled his ball honey down the gullet at the bookstore. My index finger had found his grasping pucker, sinking in to the last knuckle. He did love having his ass played with.
My busy mouth moved off his hot cock and headed for his winking fuck gate to replace my finger embedded there. His stiff pole slapped against his stomach with a splat and a groan of disappointment. That momentary frustration was replaced with a sigh of contentment when my lips and tongue locked on to his quivering asshole. My tongue slithered up his love chute as far as that oral digit's length allowed.
J. D. wiggled his butt in appreciation. I rolled his knees up to my sides, raising his perfect ass into the air. His ass cheeks split farther apart, granting me the access I craved to his wrinkled pucker. My tongue burrowed deeper.
My love object released my dick from his oral prison and grabbed a handful of my ass with both hands. Pulling my butt cheeks apart, he zeroed in on my winker. I sighed with carnal joy as his tongue slipped inside me. J.D. pulled me down toward his face, nearly forcing me to sit on it. That brought his butt higher, giving me even more pleasure at his butt crack. I wiggled on his face, seating myself firmly on his waggling tongue. The rimming duel was on.
With a precision born of experience, J.D. and I dined on each other's buttholes until we were both leaking big, pearly drops of precum from our hard, overheated, bouncing cocks.
"This ass is so perfect," J.D. exclaimed, pulling his tongue out of my happy hole. "It's so muscular, and narrow, and deep! I'll bet it'd really gobble up my cock."
I released his butt, letting him fall back on to the bed instead of being rolled up almost on to his shoulders. "I thought you'd never ask," I beamed. "What position do you want me in?"
"Oh, how about on your back, Big Man, with your legs over my shoulders?" he smiled, moving into position. His curved, mastodon cock waved menacingly at me. As we untangled, J.D. said, "On second thought, how about doggie style? Then, we'll go to the other position."
I nodded my agreement, but added, "You're gonna have to lube that monster up. There's no way this ass is gonna be able to take that thang without help and patience." I reached over to the nightstand and handed him the lube container.
"This is such a gorgeous butt, I almost hate to discolor it with the lube," he said. "It's so gloriously black, muscular, and big. All it needs is my tongue and dick alternating, and probing its depths."
He expertly applied the lube, getting a goodly part of it inside as he finger-fucked me to get me ready for his giant invader. After adding lube to his thick 10", he said, "You're gonna love this, but not nearly as much as I am."
Fearing momentarily that he would ram me as hard and deep as I'd done him at the bookstore (at his insistence), I reminded him, "Take it easy on this obsidian ass. It's been a while."
"Not to fear," he assured me. "I make love to hot men like you. I don't just fuck 'em."
The smaller head on his thick cock speared my butthole, leading the way for the wide shaft. It felt good to have a big cock in there, again. When the shaft started pressing hard against the opening, I forced myself to relax. He slipped in three more inches. Sighs of pleasure escaped from both of us.
"Damn! What a fine ass you got there, Man!" J.D. cooed. "Fine ass!" he repeated, pushing more of his horsecock into me. I let out a breath that I didn't know I'd been holding. This guy is really a great top for my needy bottom, I mused. With deliberately slow fucking motions, he began his lovemaking. He'd moved higher on my back to get the angle more comfortable for his upwardly curved stiffer. Pointing his cock down into me still ravaged my prostate with each thrust and withdrawal. His slow pistoning was inching more of his thickness into me. I felt his pubic hair finally brush against my well-stretched tunnel entrance.
"Gawd! This is so fucking good," he murmured. "You okay?" he asked as an after-thought.
"Oh, yeah," I assured him. "Feels great from this end, too. I wasn't sure I could still take somethin' this big."
J.D. ground in the last inch and rested on my back. He stirred my insides instead of fucking them. The circular motion was shortly replaced by the more traditional in-and-out. In less than another minute, he quivered and stopped.
"Shit! You almost made me cum," he explained. "If I don't get you on your back right away, I'm gonna shoot my load, for sure."
"Same here," I concurred. "My dick's been bouncing and slapping my stomach with each thrust." I looked beneath me. "And I've left a small puddle of precum on the sheets just to show you how much I'm enjoying this."
We uncoupled briefly. J.D. leaned over and slurped up the precum I'd been drooling. "Yum!" he said smiling. I rolled onto my back and he plugged in, again.
"Fuck! This is even better than the other way. You're so fucking tight!" he crowed.
With my legs draped over his shoulders (but not resting there due to the weight), I grabbed one of his butt cheeks in each hand, encouraging him to give me the fucking I needed. Each thrust into me caused his body to tense, savoring the pleasure his cock generated. My own dick bounced and swelled in sync with his.
If I touched my stiff cum-shooter, I'd unload my ball honey before J.D. could enjoy himself inside me. But, subconsciously, I wanted to blow my load. This was manifest in my grip on his ass and the urgency with which I encouraged a faster pace.
J.D. must have been thinking the same thing. His ragged breathing and long-dicking speed rushed him to an overwhelming climax. His body thrashed as his heavy cock rammed and fired his fusillade of cum. He leaned forward, kissing me.
As if a cue card had been lifted, my own black poker shot a thick, creamy rope of cum over my stomach. I could feel his throbber fire again, adding more of his spent load to my eager butt. I answered with another volley of male seed of my own, forcefully splashing on his chest, then on mine. He raced over my prostate with renewed vigor when he saw that I was shooting without touching my dick. Only the friction of his fat cock against my joy button was getting me off.
"Fuck! Fuck!! FUCK!!" he yelled as he continued to pound my butt with his thrusts. My toes curled and tingled. Even my fingertips and the end of my nose were electrified by the intense orgasm that overtook me. My body shook with each jet of cum rocketing from my ebony cum cannon and reverberated again with every hard thrust from J.D. For several more moments, we writhed in our mutual ecstasy.
With a final sigh, J.D. withdrew his cock, so I could lower my legs. I appreciated getting my legs unkinked, but missed his big butt filler.
"Fuck, oh Dear! What a fuckin' great ass you got, Jim!" he exulted lying next to me.
"Thanks," I replied. "But, you're the one who really rang my bell. I haven't cum without jerking off while being fucked since Darrell. You're one talented fucker."
J.D. smiled. "I still can't get over a big guy like you lovin' gettin' dicked like you do. Especially, with that big cock. I hope you're gonna fuck me again before you throw me out."
" And if I don't fuck you again," I grinned, "does that mean you'll stay tonight?"
"I'll stay the night whether I get fucked or not," he admitted. "I just want more great sex with you." He didn't leave.
That was fourteen years ago. We are still together and are still fucking each other nearly every night. His dick still makes me cum without touching myself, and I still nail his ass to the mattress while sucking him off. He's learned how to do that, too. But, he prefers taking my loads in his hot, tight butt, instead. Life is good.
I recommend it.
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