In the dozen years since this experience, the blessed isles of the West Indies have favored me with a few other which may match it. But this was the first such, and under the circumstances the most memorable. It was on one of the smaller and less visited islands of the Eastern Caribbean and I was staying at the house of a friend who had promised me helpful hospitality. Indeed that's what I got. My first afternoon there a hunky young number stopped by. His smiling black face, solid build and smoldering eyes promised delights. My host quickly waved us to a bedroom and we were soon into our pleasures. Then came a knock on the bedroom door and my host called out, "Get rid of him.
I've got a better one for you." I was less than delighted at that announcement as I was well satisfied with the thick eight inches that was, at that moment, pile-driving in and out of my ass, with the sight of the smooth, muscular brown body tapering from broad shoulders to narrow waist that was visible between my raised and wide spread legs, and with the grinning face with flashing white teeth that hovered above mine, dropp- ing down from time to time to press warm, thick, sweet lips against mine. A moment later he ground his hips against my eager butt and poured his hot cum into me while he plunged his warm tongue into my equally willing mouth. Then he rose, dressed and departed, a bit disgruntled by his abrupt dismissal, I guess, despite the generous lagniappe I pressed into his hand as he left. At once my host pushed into the room a rather skinny and homely nineteen year old. I was disappointed. How could this kid be better than the hunk I had just dismissed? The boy mumbled his name and began to shed his clothes. As his jockey shorts dropped to the floor out flopped the most impressive piece of manmeat I'd ever seen. I had no tape measure but
I had no doubt that it was at least eleven inches! Sprouting from that slender, immature body, it looked almost grotesque. I didn't let that thought deter me. I dropped to my knees to worship it. He was already half hard. My tongue caressed that long dark hose of flesh from its silky head back to the tiny patch of short, kinky adoles- cent pubic hair from which it sprang. I kissed and licked it and felt it become firmer and harder beneath my lips. Its size and weight were such that it could never stand up fully; rather it jutted out from the boy's youthful body in a long graceful arch. My tongue swirled around the satiny head, my lips wrapped around the turgid shaft, and I tried to slide down the dark length that stretched before my eyes. There was no way I could get much over half of that thing into my mouth and throat, eager though I was to swallow it all. I drew back and tried again and again, sucking with all my might.
By the little moans and cries coming from above me I knew that the kid was enjoying my efforts. Probably no one had ever engulfed more of his beautiful cock that I was swallowing at that moment. At last I lifted my head and began to kiss and lick slowly up his body. The smooth flesh was fresh and sweet with that subtle aroma that only youth can provide. We wrapped our arms around one another and kissed deeply while our hard dicks ground together between our bellies. I had certainly stopped thinking of the kid as homely! Then, to my delight, he worked his way down my body until, on his knees, he took my throbbing tool into his mouth and went to work on it like an old pro. Aflame as I was, I couldn't have lasted long, so I pulled him up, guided him to the bed, and we fell down into a sixty-nine position. He sucked expertly on my stiff prick and slid his fingers into my ready asshole, I once more licked up and down on that incredible column of black flesh. The clean, musky smell of his crotch attracted me and I went on down to lick on his smooth young balls. I slipped first one and then both into my mouth while my hand continued to slide back and forth along the length of his huge cock. Releasing his sweet nuts, I went on further and licked and lapped the nearly hairless ridge of flesh between them and the tight pucker of his asshole.
I felt him doing the same to me, and shortly out stiff dicks were rubbing against each other and our chests and bellies while we, with our heads between one another's legs, plunged our hot tongues into the inviting tunnels of love before us.
He pulled away at last and announced that he was ready to fuck me. My mind knew there was no way I could take all that big fuckpole inside me, but my excited pussy told my mind to shut up and give it a try. So I got up, bent over the edge of the bed and spread my legs. He came behind me, lifted that huge hunk of meat up and began to press it home. I made him promise to stop when I told him I could take no more. I was thankful, at least, that I was well spread open from my last trick and well lubri- cated from the guy's wet tongue. The cockhead slid past the gates and nestled inside. That part was easy, but I braced for the long assault to come. Little by little he advanced. His arms came around me and his hands grabbed my own dick and balls, caressing gently. His smooth chest was against my back and his warm breath sighed in my ear. Inside, I experienced wave after wave of pleasure as his rigid rod invaded deeper and deeper into my body.
Tingles of delight spread out from my groin all the way to my toes, to my fingertips, to the top of my head. I felt filled and possessed as never before. Then, to my amazement, his hips came to rest against my butt and his wiry little pubic bush was tickling my bum. I couldn't believe it! I'd taken the whole damn thing and felt no pain at all.
The boy began to fuck me then, sliding way back and then thrusting for- ward until every hot, throbbing inch was buried in my bowels. It was ecstacy! Never had I felt so turned on, so utterly carried away with the sensations of sex. I found myself pushing back to meet each forward thrust of his hips and rotating my own so that the wondrous tool would scrape against and stimulate every bit of my burning insides. Each time he reached full penetration my bursting balls screamed for release and I thought I would spurt cum. But somehow I held back. Alas, it ended all too soon. After five of six minutes of pistioning his insistent pile-driver in and out of me, I heard him cry out. He slammed his skinny hips one last time against my ass, and his hot young cum erupted deep inside me. That sensation was all it took. Every muscle in my body seemed to contract, every nerve screamed in triumph, and my rock hard cock, still clasped in the boy's firm grip, fountained a geyser of thick white cum across the bed to splash on the wall beyond. My ass muscles spasmed tightly around the tower of pulsating young flesh inside me, milk- ing it of every drop of its sweet nectar. His weight fell heavily against me and we tumbled forward onto the cum spattered bed, our breath coming in short gasps and our bodies sheathed in sweat. Heaven help me! Now I knew what my host meant when he said he "had a better one for me."
He reached under me and turned me over on my side. His movements followed mine so that we were both on our sides. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the neck. His dick was still hard inside me. He let out a long sigh and held me closely to him. I luxuriated in the warmth of his skin against mine. He cuddled his head against my neck and squeezed me with surprising strength. I was drained from the past few hours and grew drowsy as breathing became long and regular in my ear. His hand slipped down my abdomen and cradled my dick and balls in his hand. I drifted off contented with his warm hand squeezing my dick and his warm, softening dick still inside me.
I awakened some time later. We must have slept for at least a few hours because the sun was red against the wall and the evening breeze flut- tered the curtains in the window. As my mind cleared from my nap, I recalled the wild sex I had had earlier in the day. I felt the heat of a body next to mine and heard the soft snoring of my partner. I looked over my shoulder at the outline of the young man sleeping next to me. He lay on his side with his head turned away from me. He had pulled the sheet up to his neck and rolled over so that the cover clung tightly to his body. I felt my dick stir at the sight. I rolled over and drank in the sight of this beautiful man next to me. It was pleasantly warm in the room so I slowly pulled the cover away from him so that I could study his body. I realized that my earlier assessment of him was a bit hasty. He was not a hunk in the same class as the first guy, but he had more going for him than I had originally thought. He was really beautiful. His smooth skin stretched over well developed muscles. He had a build more like a runner than a wrestler. I studied the lines and curves of his body. Carefully, so not to wake him, I placed my hand on his shoulder and let it move down over the bicep and forearm. He stretched and moaned in his sleep. I stopped exploring for a moment. I didn't want to wake him yet! I wanted to be alone with his body for a few more minutes. He settled down and I continued my exploration. I moved my hand down his side and rested it against his warm tight ass. My dick began to rise as I fondled his tight ass and firm thighs. I reveled in the silky texture of his soft skin. He stirred again, snuggling his head into the pillow and extending his legs. There, below his round asscheeks, I could see his ball sack with the skin stretched tight around those perfectly shaped globes.
I've seen bigger in my life, but I sure wouldn't complain, considering the monster tool these supported. I was still being very careful. I wanted to awaken this one in my own time. I stopped for a moment. I reached to my own crotch and stroked my own hardon. It twitched and throbbed from my attention. I let it go and it slapped against my belly. I returned my attention to my sleeping guest. I put my hand back on his hip and let it slide into the valley of his inner thigh. I slid my hand on down and around until I found what I was looking for. His warm soft dick was stretched down the length of his legs. I ran my fingers along its length. It moved a bit and began to thicken. I gently tugged at his manmeat, trying to free it from the trap of his legs. It came loose and fell to the mattress. I wrapped my hand around this incredible tube and began to squeeze. His meat began to pulse and thicken in my hand. I began slow, milking motions as his hose grew into that pole I had enjoyed earlier. I had become so intent at working his cock, that I had failed to notice the change in his breathing.
He didn't say a word, he just moved his arm and hand back and down and took hold of my raging manpole. We lay there a few minutes, stroking each other's tools and enjoying the mutual feelings. His dick had stiffened to full length and was throbbing under my hand as I stepped up the tempo of my strokes. I was ecstatic with the feel of his cock. I reveled in the rough texture of the veiny surface. I circled his erection with my thumb and forefinger and continued my stroking. I was amazed by the ridges made by the blood engorged flesh of his cock. The kid may have been young, but he had a man's bullcock. His stroking of my cock became more intense. I released him from my grasp and slid my hand slowly up his abdomen, up his chest and across one hard nipple. I pulled slightly at his shoulder and he rolled over onto his back and spread his long smooth legs slightly. "You make me feel good, man," he said, with a husky voice and half closed eyes. How could I have missed those eyes! They were shiny dark agates which caught light and sparkled like light from the surface of a pool.
I really must stop rating the looks of my men when I'm irritated I thought to myself, remembering my thoughts when he first came in. "I like your feel," he said and flashed his dazzling grin. His hand squeezed my cock again. I was ready for this one! I pulled the covers completely away from our bodies. I reached down and placed my hand on this inner thigh below his balls and pulled his leg gently toward me. He made a low sound in his throat. I rolled over him and pressed my body onto his. I made grinding motions with my hips as our throbbing cocks met again between our bellies. We were getting more excited by the second.
He closed his eyes, spread his legs even further apart, and raised his knees slightly and clamped my ass with his legs. I almost came! I lifted myself up and leaned back on my knees between his wide stretched legs. For a few moments I was mesmerized by the sight of this stud moaning and twitching beneath me. His eyes were still closed and made low growl- ing sounds as he continued thrusting his hips. I was fascinated by the incredible dark fuckmachine that curved up and far past his navel. His hand moved down and he grasped his dick with those long fingers. The head of his dick was shiny with precum juice which made a clear thread from his piss slit to his upper abdomen. I shook off the spell and went to work.
I reached down, gently took his wrist and pulled his hand away from his cock. His body tensed expectantly and he seemed to hold breath to see what I would do to relieve his burning passion.
I swirled the saliva in my mouth, hefted his firepole and slipped my lips around the perfectly shaped head. His whole body stiffened as I swirled my tongue, mixing his precum and my saliva into a slippery lube. I figured I couldn't take it all down my throat but I was going to work this piece as best I could. I continued my up and down motions, taking in a little more of him on each cycle. I kept adding saliva and he cooperated by adding more precum. I slid the shiny shaft further and further into my mouth until the head pushed against the back of my throat. He thrust his hips slightly and pushed the head of that monster rod tighter against the my throat. He wanted me to swallow that thing! Well, I was game! I would love to feel the length of that magnificant organ jammed full length down my throat, but this would take a little time.
I may be able to swallow swords, but gulping down ball bats takes a bit of planning. I backed off and shook my head slightly to let him know that it was a 'no-go', at least for the moment. I gathered up more saliva and greased that pole up for all it was worth. I loosened my lipgrip and bobbed up and down. The saliva-precum lube built up thicker and oozed from the corners of my mouth. I was ready to try again. I took a deep breath and dropped my jaw again to open up the back of my throat. His timing was perfect! I slid slowly down his shaft again and, as his dickhead found the back of my throat, he raised his hips and thrust upward applying gentle force to the ring of muscles. This is one hell of a way to have a tonsillectomy, I thought! Something happened--this guy knew his stuff and what to do with that stuff. He stuffed it, of course, and the head and about an inch of that impossible staff slid down my throat.
My eyes watered and my jaws ached from the pressure. I backed off and relubed his meat. I took another deep breath, relaxed my muscles as much as possible, and went back for more. He responded and again my throat accepted that battering ram. We managed to bury a couple more inches on that try. I opened my eyes and stared down the length of cock that was left to swallow. Who ARE you kidding, I thought. We kept this up for a few more minutes, and I was just beginning to think that I might really swallow the whole thing down to the base, when he suddenly jerked in pain. "Teeth," he whispered and held himself very still. Damn! I couldn't open wide enough to keep my teeth out of the way and they were abraiding the sensitive skin. Fuck, I love these big poles as well as anyone, but it is sure a frustration when you get a real thick piece like this and you can't swallow without chewing up the sides. I dropped my jaw as far as possible and slowly backed off. He sighed as the head slipped back into my mouth. He was as disappointed as I. I wiped away the tears, snot and lube juice and caught my breath.
It may take some practice, I thought, but I will manage to swallow something like that someday. I went back to my mouth pumping. He relaxed and began thrusting his hips again. I looked up to his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth open slightly. I had this one in my power for sure! He was ready for anything. Me too. The slippery ooze from my sucking had run down his dick and coated his balls. I ran my fingers lightly up and down the shaft coating them and making them as slick as his cock. I continued to suck for all I was worth. I slid my fingers down to his balls and then underneath. I grasped the base of his cock under the balls and massaged the root of his dick. I continued to move my exploring fingers down until I found what I was looking for, that puckered ring of assmuscle. I paid closer atten- tion to my cocksucking activities. I pressed my finger against his asshole and waited to see what effect this would have on his cock. I was rewarded with a loud moan and his cock got even harder. I wouldn't have believed it could have gotten harder, but my mouth told me it did.
I continued to collect the lube we had made and spread it around his asshole. He was purring and groaning as I massaged his tight hole. The time arrived. I began a long, slow descent from the tip of his cock to as far as I could go and at the same time, I inserted my finger into his hot hole. His cock pulsed harder again. I held it in my mouth and explored the ring of sphincter muscle just inside his asshole.
"That's it," he whispered, and groaned again. "You make me feel good. I want to feel you in me." I had loosened him up by quite a bit, but there was no way he was going to take my raging 9 without a little extra lube. I backed off his cock and he brought his hand back down and slowstroked it while I got the tube of grease from the night stand. I started to squeeze a glob into my hand, but he raised up and took the tube from my hand and proceeded to coat my cock with a thick layer. He rubbed his warm hand up and down the length of my cock as I applied a big dab of slippery into his waiting hole.
Now or never! I bent down and hooked by hands under his knees and raised them up over my shoulders then moved my hands down his thighs and pulled his ass into position. He arched his back and planted himself flush against my shaft. I slid my cock up and down his asscrack, spreading the grease around a bit. His eyes were closed again and he was moving his lips as if he were saying something, but I didn't hear anything. I grasped his hips and positioned myself for some serious assfucking. The head of my dick found the waiting orifice, and I thrust forward slowly. I watched his handsome face as the head of my dick penetrated the resisting muscle. I heard the sharp hiss as he gasped. The sphincter ring clamped onto my dickhead as it entered. A frown of pain crossed his features and he clinched his teeth. I waited, there was no hurry! His face relaxed again and he nodded ever so slightly for me to go on. I looked down at my own stiff prong sticking into that dark opening. What a turn-on! I watched as I slowly sank the rest into his accepting hole. I stopped only when my pubes met his buttocks. I glanced in his face again. His expression told me he was somewhere else. I began to pump slowly in and out. He put his hands behind his head and tilted his chin up slightly. He appeared to be listening to something.
He was. He was listening to the sensations I was sending from my thick hot cock. I increased my speed and began to rock in and out. As he relaxed his ass more and more, I tried running my fuckmuscle in at slightly different angles. I knew it was there, I only had to find it. I continued exploring until he raised his head and let out a groan of pain and pleasure. I had found the spot. I grabbed his ankles, lifted them into the air and spread him wide. I was going to work that spot for all it was worth. He twisted his head back and forth and began groaning and moaning as my motions became more and more intense. He grabbed his flopping cock and started some serious stroking. He was panting and threshing around beneath me. I could feel my load building as my cock battered his prostate.
I was ready to come, when he suddenly put his legs down and sat up with my cock still wedged inside. He planted his big hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me over onto my back. Skillfully, slowly, so as not to dislodge my cock, he pulled his legs back and ended up sitting on my pole. I looked down. The sight of my thick meat disappearing up into that ass crack was almost more than I could take. He lowered his ass and I watched the dick disappear. I suddenly forgot all that. His meat was staring me dead in the eye. The piss slit was oozing again, and I could see it bobbing up and down. He reached down and put his hands behind my head and lifted slightly. I needed no instructions! I slid my mouth around that pulsing pole and bobbed back and forth. He began bucking and riding the pole in his own ass. Things were getting pretty noisy. We were both panting and groaning our pleasure. This couldn't go on much longer at this pace.
I cupped his balls with my hands and squeezed. His dick swelled and became as hard as a tree limb in my mouth. This was it! We had held back long enough. He sat down hard against my pubes, tightened his muscles, and rocked back and forth. I felt the muscles in his cock contract and force the cum down that long tube. As his load splashed into my mouth, I raised my hips and shot deep inside. I tasted his sweet cum as it continued to pour into my mouth. We stayed like that for a long moment. Our dicks softened and our tense bodies relaxed. I was drained from the exertion and so was he. He let my head down gently onto the mattress and sat back. I pulsed my cock in his ass, and he moaned again.
Slowly he backed off and rolled over onto the bed. "You good, man," he said. "You about the best I've had." We wrapped our arms around each other and snuggled close. I had a sudden though. I looked into those forever eyes and said, "What the hell is your name, anyway?" He laughed. "Just call me Bob--when you call me," and he laughed again.
I had a few more days left in my stay in the islands. My host strutted around like he had swallowed a canary. "I told you I had something bet- ter," he teased, "And I can tell from the noise I heard that you were in agreement." I couldn't deny that. He chattered on but my atten- tion was elsewhere. I was trying to figure out how to get Bob, the other hunk and I together.
When that happened, I'd treat my host some real noise!
I've got a better one for you." I was less than delighted at that announcement as I was well satisfied with the thick eight inches that was, at that moment, pile-driving in and out of my ass, with the sight of the smooth, muscular brown body tapering from broad shoulders to narrow waist that was visible between my raised and wide spread legs, and with the grinning face with flashing white teeth that hovered above mine, dropp- ing down from time to time to press warm, thick, sweet lips against mine. A moment later he ground his hips against my eager butt and poured his hot cum into me while he plunged his warm tongue into my equally willing mouth. Then he rose, dressed and departed, a bit disgruntled by his abrupt dismissal, I guess, despite the generous lagniappe I pressed into his hand as he left. At once my host pushed into the room a rather skinny and homely nineteen year old. I was disappointed. How could this kid be better than the hunk I had just dismissed? The boy mumbled his name and began to shed his clothes. As his jockey shorts dropped to the floor out flopped the most impressive piece of manmeat I'd ever seen. I had no tape measure but
I had no doubt that it was at least eleven inches! Sprouting from that slender, immature body, it looked almost grotesque. I didn't let that thought deter me. I dropped to my knees to worship it. He was already half hard. My tongue caressed that long dark hose of flesh from its silky head back to the tiny patch of short, kinky adoles- cent pubic hair from which it sprang. I kissed and licked it and felt it become firmer and harder beneath my lips. Its size and weight were such that it could never stand up fully; rather it jutted out from the boy's youthful body in a long graceful arch. My tongue swirled around the satiny head, my lips wrapped around the turgid shaft, and I tried to slide down the dark length that stretched before my eyes. There was no way I could get much over half of that thing into my mouth and throat, eager though I was to swallow it all. I drew back and tried again and again, sucking with all my might.
By the little moans and cries coming from above me I knew that the kid was enjoying my efforts. Probably no one had ever engulfed more of his beautiful cock that I was swallowing at that moment. At last I lifted my head and began to kiss and lick slowly up his body. The smooth flesh was fresh and sweet with that subtle aroma that only youth can provide. We wrapped our arms around one another and kissed deeply while our hard dicks ground together between our bellies. I had certainly stopped thinking of the kid as homely! Then, to my delight, he worked his way down my body until, on his knees, he took my throbbing tool into his mouth and went to work on it like an old pro. Aflame as I was, I couldn't have lasted long, so I pulled him up, guided him to the bed, and we fell down into a sixty-nine position. He sucked expertly on my stiff prick and slid his fingers into my ready asshole, I once more licked up and down on that incredible column of black flesh. The clean, musky smell of his crotch attracted me and I went on down to lick on his smooth young balls. I slipped first one and then both into my mouth while my hand continued to slide back and forth along the length of his huge cock. Releasing his sweet nuts, I went on further and licked and lapped the nearly hairless ridge of flesh between them and the tight pucker of his asshole.
I felt him doing the same to me, and shortly out stiff dicks were rubbing against each other and our chests and bellies while we, with our heads between one another's legs, plunged our hot tongues into the inviting tunnels of love before us.
He pulled away at last and announced that he was ready to fuck me. My mind knew there was no way I could take all that big fuckpole inside me, but my excited pussy told my mind to shut up and give it a try. So I got up, bent over the edge of the bed and spread my legs. He came behind me, lifted that huge hunk of meat up and began to press it home. I made him promise to stop when I told him I could take no more. I was thankful, at least, that I was well spread open from my last trick and well lubri- cated from the guy's wet tongue. The cockhead slid past the gates and nestled inside. That part was easy, but I braced for the long assault to come. Little by little he advanced. His arms came around me and his hands grabbed my own dick and balls, caressing gently. His smooth chest was against my back and his warm breath sighed in my ear. Inside, I experienced wave after wave of pleasure as his rigid rod invaded deeper and deeper into my body.
Tingles of delight spread out from my groin all the way to my toes, to my fingertips, to the top of my head. I felt filled and possessed as never before. Then, to my amazement, his hips came to rest against my butt and his wiry little pubic bush was tickling my bum. I couldn't believe it! I'd taken the whole damn thing and felt no pain at all.
The boy began to fuck me then, sliding way back and then thrusting for- ward until every hot, throbbing inch was buried in my bowels. It was ecstacy! Never had I felt so turned on, so utterly carried away with the sensations of sex. I found myself pushing back to meet each forward thrust of his hips and rotating my own so that the wondrous tool would scrape against and stimulate every bit of my burning insides. Each time he reached full penetration my bursting balls screamed for release and I thought I would spurt cum. But somehow I held back. Alas, it ended all too soon. After five of six minutes of pistioning his insistent pile-driver in and out of me, I heard him cry out. He slammed his skinny hips one last time against my ass, and his hot young cum erupted deep inside me. That sensation was all it took. Every muscle in my body seemed to contract, every nerve screamed in triumph, and my rock hard cock, still clasped in the boy's firm grip, fountained a geyser of thick white cum across the bed to splash on the wall beyond. My ass muscles spasmed tightly around the tower of pulsating young flesh inside me, milk- ing it of every drop of its sweet nectar. His weight fell heavily against me and we tumbled forward onto the cum spattered bed, our breath coming in short gasps and our bodies sheathed in sweat. Heaven help me! Now I knew what my host meant when he said he "had a better one for me."
He reached under me and turned me over on my side. His movements followed mine so that we were both on our sides. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the neck. His dick was still hard inside me. He let out a long sigh and held me closely to him. I luxuriated in the warmth of his skin against mine. He cuddled his head against my neck and squeezed me with surprising strength. I was drained from the past few hours and grew drowsy as breathing became long and regular in my ear. His hand slipped down my abdomen and cradled my dick and balls in his hand. I drifted off contented with his warm hand squeezing my dick and his warm, softening dick still inside me.
I awakened some time later. We must have slept for at least a few hours because the sun was red against the wall and the evening breeze flut- tered the curtains in the window. As my mind cleared from my nap, I recalled the wild sex I had had earlier in the day. I felt the heat of a body next to mine and heard the soft snoring of my partner. I looked over my shoulder at the outline of the young man sleeping next to me. He lay on his side with his head turned away from me. He had pulled the sheet up to his neck and rolled over so that the cover clung tightly to his body. I felt my dick stir at the sight. I rolled over and drank in the sight of this beautiful man next to me. It was pleasantly warm in the room so I slowly pulled the cover away from him so that I could study his body. I realized that my earlier assessment of him was a bit hasty. He was not a hunk in the same class as the first guy, but he had more going for him than I had originally thought. He was really beautiful. His smooth skin stretched over well developed muscles. He had a build more like a runner than a wrestler. I studied the lines and curves of his body. Carefully, so not to wake him, I placed my hand on his shoulder and let it move down over the bicep and forearm. He stretched and moaned in his sleep. I stopped exploring for a moment. I didn't want to wake him yet! I wanted to be alone with his body for a few more minutes. He settled down and I continued my exploration. I moved my hand down his side and rested it against his warm tight ass. My dick began to rise as I fondled his tight ass and firm thighs. I reveled in the silky texture of his soft skin. He stirred again, snuggling his head into the pillow and extending his legs. There, below his round asscheeks, I could see his ball sack with the skin stretched tight around those perfectly shaped globes.
I've seen bigger in my life, but I sure wouldn't complain, considering the monster tool these supported. I was still being very careful. I wanted to awaken this one in my own time. I stopped for a moment. I reached to my own crotch and stroked my own hardon. It twitched and throbbed from my attention. I let it go and it slapped against my belly. I returned my attention to my sleeping guest. I put my hand back on his hip and let it slide into the valley of his inner thigh. I slid my hand on down and around until I found what I was looking for. His warm soft dick was stretched down the length of his legs. I ran my fingers along its length. It moved a bit and began to thicken. I gently tugged at his manmeat, trying to free it from the trap of his legs. It came loose and fell to the mattress. I wrapped my hand around this incredible tube and began to squeeze. His meat began to pulse and thicken in my hand. I began slow, milking motions as his hose grew into that pole I had enjoyed earlier. I had become so intent at working his cock, that I had failed to notice the change in his breathing.
He didn't say a word, he just moved his arm and hand back and down and took hold of my raging manpole. We lay there a few minutes, stroking each other's tools and enjoying the mutual feelings. His dick had stiffened to full length and was throbbing under my hand as I stepped up the tempo of my strokes. I was ecstatic with the feel of his cock. I reveled in the rough texture of the veiny surface. I circled his erection with my thumb and forefinger and continued my stroking. I was amazed by the ridges made by the blood engorged flesh of his cock. The kid may have been young, but he had a man's bullcock. His stroking of my cock became more intense. I released him from my grasp and slid my hand slowly up his abdomen, up his chest and across one hard nipple. I pulled slightly at his shoulder and he rolled over onto his back and spread his long smooth legs slightly. "You make me feel good, man," he said, with a husky voice and half closed eyes. How could I have missed those eyes! They were shiny dark agates which caught light and sparkled like light from the surface of a pool.
I really must stop rating the looks of my men when I'm irritated I thought to myself, remembering my thoughts when he first came in. "I like your feel," he said and flashed his dazzling grin. His hand squeezed my cock again. I was ready for this one! I pulled the covers completely away from our bodies. I reached down and placed my hand on this inner thigh below his balls and pulled his leg gently toward me. He made a low sound in his throat. I rolled over him and pressed my body onto his. I made grinding motions with my hips as our throbbing cocks met again between our bellies. We were getting more excited by the second.
He closed his eyes, spread his legs even further apart, and raised his knees slightly and clamped my ass with his legs. I almost came! I lifted myself up and leaned back on my knees between his wide stretched legs. For a few moments I was mesmerized by the sight of this stud moaning and twitching beneath me. His eyes were still closed and made low growl- ing sounds as he continued thrusting his hips. I was fascinated by the incredible dark fuckmachine that curved up and far past his navel. His hand moved down and he grasped his dick with those long fingers. The head of his dick was shiny with precum juice which made a clear thread from his piss slit to his upper abdomen. I shook off the spell and went to work.
I reached down, gently took his wrist and pulled his hand away from his cock. His body tensed expectantly and he seemed to hold breath to see what I would do to relieve his burning passion.
I swirled the saliva in my mouth, hefted his firepole and slipped my lips around the perfectly shaped head. His whole body stiffened as I swirled my tongue, mixing his precum and my saliva into a slippery lube. I figured I couldn't take it all down my throat but I was going to work this piece as best I could. I continued my up and down motions, taking in a little more of him on each cycle. I kept adding saliva and he cooperated by adding more precum. I slid the shiny shaft further and further into my mouth until the head pushed against the back of my throat. He thrust his hips slightly and pushed the head of that monster rod tighter against the my throat. He wanted me to swallow that thing! Well, I was game! I would love to feel the length of that magnificant organ jammed full length down my throat, but this would take a little time.
I may be able to swallow swords, but gulping down ball bats takes a bit of planning. I backed off and shook my head slightly to let him know that it was a 'no-go', at least for the moment. I gathered up more saliva and greased that pole up for all it was worth. I loosened my lipgrip and bobbed up and down. The saliva-precum lube built up thicker and oozed from the corners of my mouth. I was ready to try again. I took a deep breath and dropped my jaw again to open up the back of my throat. His timing was perfect! I slid slowly down his shaft again and, as his dickhead found the back of my throat, he raised his hips and thrust upward applying gentle force to the ring of muscles. This is one hell of a way to have a tonsillectomy, I thought! Something happened--this guy knew his stuff and what to do with that stuff. He stuffed it, of course, and the head and about an inch of that impossible staff slid down my throat.
My eyes watered and my jaws ached from the pressure. I backed off and relubed his meat. I took another deep breath, relaxed my muscles as much as possible, and went back for more. He responded and again my throat accepted that battering ram. We managed to bury a couple more inches on that try. I opened my eyes and stared down the length of cock that was left to swallow. Who ARE you kidding, I thought. We kept this up for a few more minutes, and I was just beginning to think that I might really swallow the whole thing down to the base, when he suddenly jerked in pain. "Teeth," he whispered and held himself very still. Damn! I couldn't open wide enough to keep my teeth out of the way and they were abraiding the sensitive skin. Fuck, I love these big poles as well as anyone, but it is sure a frustration when you get a real thick piece like this and you can't swallow without chewing up the sides. I dropped my jaw as far as possible and slowly backed off. He sighed as the head slipped back into my mouth. He was as disappointed as I. I wiped away the tears, snot and lube juice and caught my breath.
It may take some practice, I thought, but I will manage to swallow something like that someday. I went back to my mouth pumping. He relaxed and began thrusting his hips again. I looked up to his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth open slightly. I had this one in my power for sure! He was ready for anything. Me too. The slippery ooze from my sucking had run down his dick and coated his balls. I ran my fingers lightly up and down the shaft coating them and making them as slick as his cock. I continued to suck for all I was worth. I slid my fingers down to his balls and then underneath. I grasped the base of his cock under the balls and massaged the root of his dick. I continued to move my exploring fingers down until I found what I was looking for, that puckered ring of assmuscle. I paid closer atten- tion to my cocksucking activities. I pressed my finger against his asshole and waited to see what effect this would have on his cock. I was rewarded with a loud moan and his cock got even harder. I wouldn't have believed it could have gotten harder, but my mouth told me it did.
I continued to collect the lube we had made and spread it around his asshole. He was purring and groaning as I massaged his tight hole. The time arrived. I began a long, slow descent from the tip of his cock to as far as I could go and at the same time, I inserted my finger into his hot hole. His cock pulsed harder again. I held it in my mouth and explored the ring of sphincter muscle just inside his asshole.
"That's it," he whispered, and groaned again. "You make me feel good. I want to feel you in me." I had loosened him up by quite a bit, but there was no way he was going to take my raging 9 without a little extra lube. I backed off his cock and he brought his hand back down and slowstroked it while I got the tube of grease from the night stand. I started to squeeze a glob into my hand, but he raised up and took the tube from my hand and proceeded to coat my cock with a thick layer. He rubbed his warm hand up and down the length of my cock as I applied a big dab of slippery into his waiting hole.
Now or never! I bent down and hooked by hands under his knees and raised them up over my shoulders then moved my hands down his thighs and pulled his ass into position. He arched his back and planted himself flush against my shaft. I slid my cock up and down his asscrack, spreading the grease around a bit. His eyes were closed again and he was moving his lips as if he were saying something, but I didn't hear anything. I grasped his hips and positioned myself for some serious assfucking. The head of my dick found the waiting orifice, and I thrust forward slowly. I watched his handsome face as the head of my dick penetrated the resisting muscle. I heard the sharp hiss as he gasped. The sphincter ring clamped onto my dickhead as it entered. A frown of pain crossed his features and he clinched his teeth. I waited, there was no hurry! His face relaxed again and he nodded ever so slightly for me to go on. I looked down at my own stiff prong sticking into that dark opening. What a turn-on! I watched as I slowly sank the rest into his accepting hole. I stopped only when my pubes met his buttocks. I glanced in his face again. His expression told me he was somewhere else. I began to pump slowly in and out. He put his hands behind his head and tilted his chin up slightly. He appeared to be listening to something.
He was. He was listening to the sensations I was sending from my thick hot cock. I increased my speed and began to rock in and out. As he relaxed his ass more and more, I tried running my fuckmuscle in at slightly different angles. I knew it was there, I only had to find it. I continued exploring until he raised his head and let out a groan of pain and pleasure. I had found the spot. I grabbed his ankles, lifted them into the air and spread him wide. I was going to work that spot for all it was worth. He twisted his head back and forth and began groaning and moaning as my motions became more and more intense. He grabbed his flopping cock and started some serious stroking. He was panting and threshing around beneath me. I could feel my load building as my cock battered his prostate.
I was ready to come, when he suddenly put his legs down and sat up with my cock still wedged inside. He planted his big hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me over onto my back. Skillfully, slowly, so as not to dislodge my cock, he pulled his legs back and ended up sitting on my pole. I looked down. The sight of my thick meat disappearing up into that ass crack was almost more than I could take. He lowered his ass and I watched the dick disappear. I suddenly forgot all that. His meat was staring me dead in the eye. The piss slit was oozing again, and I could see it bobbing up and down. He reached down and put his hands behind my head and lifted slightly. I needed no instructions! I slid my mouth around that pulsing pole and bobbed back and forth. He began bucking and riding the pole in his own ass. Things were getting pretty noisy. We were both panting and groaning our pleasure. This couldn't go on much longer at this pace.
I cupped his balls with my hands and squeezed. His dick swelled and became as hard as a tree limb in my mouth. This was it! We had held back long enough. He sat down hard against my pubes, tightened his muscles, and rocked back and forth. I felt the muscles in his cock contract and force the cum down that long tube. As his load splashed into my mouth, I raised my hips and shot deep inside. I tasted his sweet cum as it continued to pour into my mouth. We stayed like that for a long moment. Our dicks softened and our tense bodies relaxed. I was drained from the exertion and so was he. He let my head down gently onto the mattress and sat back. I pulsed my cock in his ass, and he moaned again.
Slowly he backed off and rolled over onto the bed. "You good, man," he said. "You about the best I've had." We wrapped our arms around each other and snuggled close. I had a sudden though. I looked into those forever eyes and said, "What the hell is your name, anyway?" He laughed. "Just call me Bob--when you call me," and he laughed again.
I had a few more days left in my stay in the islands. My host strutted around like he had swallowed a canary. "I told you I had something bet- ter," he teased, "And I can tell from the noise I heard that you were in agreement." I couldn't deny that. He chattered on but my atten- tion was elsewhere. I was trying to figure out how to get Bob, the other hunk and I together.
When that happened, I'd treat my host some real noise!
