I started slowly and gently with his neck, shoulders, upper arms and back, drawing creamy long strokes down toward his waist. As much erotic massage as anything. He didn’t seem to be in any pain, but I had chosen a lotion with an anesthetic ingredient just in case. “Lift up the hips.” And I slipped a pillow under to give his dick room and to position his ass for my massage. Then I smoothed cream on his feet—yes, he is ticklish under the bottoms—up his calves, on around his thighs, focusing on the insides. Then on to those sculpted globes. I changed to a normal lube—I wanted him to feel me, and I really wanted to spread that cream with my tongue. Perhaps next time. Note to Geoff: be sure to order various flavored lubes. So I rubbed it in, then I gripped the globes, pulling the cheeks apart to reveal a perfect pink winking hole. Here I used my tongue to bathe the rim, going round and round as he quivered below me. He moaned and practically levitated off the bed. He smelled musky and tasted even better. So I curled my tongue and began to penetrate as my lips began to suck on the rim. He began to squirm and stretched his legs nearly to the edges of the bed, obviously enjoying the tongue ministrations. Here he was, a strawberry blond angel, spread-eagled before me, his ass mine for the taking, whistling his pleasure, and relishing my tongue by lifting his ass to meet me. He was already on a carnal high.
“You could bring me off just like this if that is your goal.”
“I’m not going to let you off that easy. Up on your knees and head down on the pillow. I want to see that ass reach for the ceiling.” He propped himself up, perhaps with a twinge or two of pain as his shoulders hit the mattress. His ass seemed to beg for my insertion. He was leaking big time. I realized he was too close. I pulled back, reached under and grabbed the base of his junk and squeezed to settle him down. I reached over him and began to kiss and suck on his neck just below the ear lobe. When his breathing began to slow and soften, I lubed a finger and touched the hole which began to open for me, pulsing wider with each heartbeat. More lube and my long finger was mostly in. So I probed around, opening the tunnel. His ass pushed back into my hand. He was definitely a bitch in heat, my bitch in heat, growling and drooling onto the pillow.
“Is this ok?” “I’ll tell you if it isn’t.” So I added another finger and scissored the opening, brushing the prostate lightly. He sucked his breath in and pushed up and out. His hips rose higher, asking for more. A third finger and more lube were added and I began to saw in and out. I pushed hard with my thumb on his taint, catching his pleasure nut in a quick squeeze.
“Now Geoff, now. I can’t take much more. I’m gonna cum. Put the dipstick in. Fuck me with that monster.”
My own pole was rigid and ready, stretched to the max, over 9 inches. I lubed it, positioned it at the entry and began to push gently—a dark purple rod entering a lighter creamy hole rimmed in pink. Mapplethorpe would be pleased with a color close-up of this image. The head slipped in and Chet gasped. “Boy, is he big.” “And you are so tight.” “Hurt?” “No, only a little burn. Go ahead.” I pushed again, then withdrew a bit, lubed more and pushed again. I was now about half way in—probably 4 or 5 inches. I could feel the prostate pulse when the corona brushed it. Chet breathed deeply, pushed out, and raised his hips to meet my next thrust. A few seconds and a few more slow strokes, and I was past the second ring and completely buried. My balls, still hanging low, smacked against his and the helmet bottomed. His mouth opened into an “O” and he voiced a voiceless howl. I pulled him up into me by his abs and he was nested firmly in my lap. A tight, perfect, deep fit. And I was ready to cum. I needed to freeze the action.
“Holy shit, that feels good. Give me a minute to adjust to this feeling of fullness. I think I can feel you in the pit of my stomach. Could it be in my throat?” “Not anatomically possible.” “So fuck me, really fuck me.” “I didn’t think you’d want it that hard tonight. Besides, I don’t think I can last much longer.”
I withdrew a bit and plunged again and again as he began to bounce in my lap. The strokes were getting longer, but I kept at a sexy languorous pace. He was meeting every one. I was going to blast any second. My balls drew up. My abdomen drew in. I fell forward, pinning him to the mattress, reaching out with my arms and tensing my legs to push up and release some of the weight from his bruised back. I felt him explode and when he did, his anal muscles contracted and squeezed my dick just as I scraped his prostate. I felt—and I am sure he felt—the fluid rise up in my cock, it filled the tube on the underside, inflated the head, and then it pulsed and spurted deep into him. Six, seven, eight contractions and shots of cream. An epic ejaculation! And a terrific orgasm. I was filling him up with my seed. Now, I knew he would be mine. And then I voiced it, “Now you are all mine. I’ve planted you. Branded you. I’m going to grow inside you.” I reached around to cover him, to posses him, and to press him into the mattress, sucking again hard on his neck just below his ear. He turned his face and we kissed. He was flush with sensuous feelings; his eyes dripping desire. We lay in silence for several minutes as our racing pulses quieted. And I reveled in having him under me, protected…and controlled. Finally, my penis softened and slipped out, bringing tons of white viscous fluid with it.
“Well, that was intense.”
“The best I’ve ever had. Let me get some warm towels to clean us up. Don’t move or you’ll leak my stuff all over the room. I came buckets.”
It was still early and so I flipped on the TV and used the remote to lift the head of the mattress a bit for viewing comfort. He nestled into my reclining body and I wrapped him with my long arms, placing my hands possessively in his groin, cupping his balls. His head dropped into the hollow of my shoulder and his eyes fluttered shut. I think we both dozed for a time. When we woke, the movie was well along and my penis was hard again and resting in his crack.
“Are you sore? Want to play again?” “I think I could go another round. That was the best sex I’ve ever had” “I can promise you it does get better. You came without either of us even touching your dick. But next time I want to watch you as we do it.” He got up and went into the bath. I heard water running. “Don’t shower yet. I want to smell us…and taste you.”
He reclined on the other side of the bed and I flattened the mattress. I leaned sideways toward him, noting that he was almost full-hard already. I took him into my mouth and savored the soft muscularity. “Stay on your back. Can you bend your legs or are the bruises too painful.” “Let’s try.”
He rose from the bed. I brought in another towel and he lay down on his back. Reaching out to stroke, I asked, “What do you call this guy?” “I haven’t named him yet. I think I’ll let you do the honors.” “Ok, but I’m going to wait. I’ll think of something appropriate.”