"The Heating Tech, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounters
I heard him talking up there. It was partly to himself and partly for me to hear.
"He's smallish. Kinda cute. Baby faced. Big cock, I bet."
It was me he was stimulating himself with. Then he must have reached to right level and his pot was beginning to boil. I belt his big hand stroking my check. Nice, very loving. Then my ear. Oops, my prick was rising. Then he grabbed my chin and pulled me into his junk.
His cock was firming up. I gave it a series of doggie licks and he moaned in gratitude. I would say that he boasted and hinted that he was going to come again but somehow I doubled it. His cock was really not up and shaking.
I'm a good guy. I wanted him to enjoy this visit. Frankly I wanted more visits in the future, so to ensure this, I decided to risk a few moves.
I leaned against his lovely butte and kissed it, again and again, maybe a hundred kisses all over. Wow, he liked that. His cock was hard as before and he called down to me, "Don't stop. I love what you're doing but don't think I'm one of those fuckables.
I hadn't even thought about that but now that he mentioned it I started developing a hankering for this big beauty to submit to me. I know he's big and I'm petite but he who fucks s king for the moment.
I took one hand and cupped his cock. I just held it companionably, not trying to jerk him off. With my other hand I swept the edge of it along his crack. When I withdrew it I noticed that the halves sort of stayed apart, as if asking for more.
That condition plus a slight humming made me realize that he was falling in love with my hand. Perhaps this ex sailor boy had been a bum boy in the Navy but quit that when he finished his time. Now my inquisitive hand had reawakened his desire.
"Hey sailor, can I call you Billy, like Billy Budd, the handsome blond, innocent seaman?"
"Sure," he said in a small voice.
"Okay, Billy, come down from your perch and let me take your hand and lead you to my nice bed."
"Okay," he said, in that same baby voice.
He came down the ladder slowly holding up the pants I had opened. He stopped a minute, intending to fasten them, but I said, "Put a hand on my shoulder and I'll help you kick 'em off."
He nodded like a good boy and in a moment his full, smooth legs with the big calves and full thighs were open to my hot gaze. He still had his tight whites on but the crotch was pushed out with his hearty erection.
He kept his arm on my shoulder as I walked toward my bedroom. I had a double bed. The blanket was pulled down ready for me to slip in at night.
Unexpectedly he turned me around and leaned down the six inches to my height and fastened his puff, hot lips on mine. His lips were strong and demanding and for a moment I thought I was going to throw myself down on my bed and ask to be fucked. But when my hand reached around and slipped into the back of his underwear and stroked his ass, he pulled away from the kiss and looked at me with a confused face that was blushing hotly.
"I quit this. I'm not sure we should do this."
"I'm sure enough for the two of us. Now be a good boy Billy and slip off your panties and sit on the edge of the bed."
As he did it, I got undressed and I could see from his expression that he was getting off on my body. I'm small but muscular and my pendulum hanging down added to the sight, I bet.
He sighed loudly and slowly leaned back until his back was on the bed and his legs hanging down.
I came over to unbutton his uniform shirt. He moaned at every button. I stroked the patch that said "William" and then ordered, "Lift your legs."
He lifted his head and his eyes were way opened and wild. It was a mix of reluctance, fear and unquenchable desire. I decided to respond to that.
"Trust me tech boy, I'm a professional. I have an advance degree in fucking."
He sighed with resignation and put his big hands under just above the back of his knees and lifted.
"Higher," I ordered, and seen his ass hole came into view.
Now artists sculpt hands, chests and faces, of course, but if Rodin had seen this orifice he would have made ass sculptures and you would see them in museums. It was perfect. No coloration around it. No hair, just a rimless canyon beckoning. But when I put an admiring finger at the opening, suddenly the flesh around the hole crinkled up cutely and a soothed it. They produced an appreciative hum from Billy. I noticed he hitched his legs up higher. He was a greedy pig, the honey.
Meanwhile my own cock was so stiff it almost hurt and it wanted to be surrounded by hot clinging flesh. I decided to skip all the foreplay for fear that my boy might have a change of heart. Who knows. He might even take back the heat pump he had installed.
I put my cock in position just in front of his ass hole and braced myself on his big knee caps and pushed in with one glorious motion.
Billy utter a loud "Whoop." like a surprised Indian.
I was not only in, my pubes were against his pink/tan/white ass cheeks. I froze in that position and looked down at him. His face was screwed up in shook, his eyes tightly shut.
I wiggled a bit, staying deep.
His eyes slowly opened.
I wiggled again.
His face relaxed and his lips slightly puffed out in pleasure.
"Do you know how to fuck?" he said.
"I do. I do." I pulled back, almost out and then slowly reentered to his approbational cries of delight.
My mission is to make cute, muscular boys happy, I thought and repeated the thrusting and withdrawing with purpose. Soon he had slid into silence, except for a few grunts as he grooved on the intense feelings.
I too was going into automatic. There was this great cooperation between us. It doesn't happen often. His ass followed me as I withdrew and his ass lips kissed me as I entered. Soon I had difficulty in fucking, a pre orgasmic lethargy had made my legs weak and soon that odd feeling that one forgets until it reappears the next time, that buzzing in the thighs, that tightness in the balls.
Did he feel it too? The answer came as he began fucking my dick with vigor and his cum song began. I watched his cock that was stiff against his smooth belly. It was leaping, but no cum yet.
I had difficulty in keeping my eyes open but through the slits I saw a small dribble of cum leak out of his cock head, the his body began shaking and a long, heavy shot leaped out and coated the cleft of his chin and some on his lips. A long pink tongue slid out and licked it. That was more than I could stand and I frozen, all but my cock that began pulsing out five discharges of heavy cum.
My legs were fucking and he was fucking back at me and we both were gulping out cries of bliss.
At last we were quiet and I lay forward on his.
"Kiss?" he said.
I moved forward and we kissed quietly.
"I may have to come to check out the equipment often," he said.
"Nothing wrong with my equipment. I feel you installed a heater in my attic and I installed a heater in your pooper."
"You're right, but mine works all the time."
I answered, I'm working on developing a continuous fuck but I need a tester."
"I'm our man, Cutie."
End of story