Date: Tue, 27 May 2008 11:45:56 +0100 (BST)
From: famila 30f <fma30f@yahoo.com>
Subject: We Like It Most

I am 20 year old Tim, just completed my education, and joined as an
apprentice engineer, in an electronics consulting company. I found
accommodation near my company, and had just moved in. It was a serene and
calm locality a little away from the nearby town. Fresh pollution free air
filled my nostrils. Villas were spaced apart and ensured privacy.

During a week end, I was lazing around nude soaking the Sun, with my eyes
closed, and dreaming of my boarding school days, and how lucky I was to
have had a room mate, a pure bottom. He was skinny, with no body hair. It
is the peculiarity of the race! He had prominent buttocks, and I was
longing to fuck his magnificent ass. He was on a cultural exchange program,
from Thailand. I fucked him regularly every night. We were like newly
weds. He used to take care of all my needs like an ideal village bred
wife. In fact I even considered keeping him with me for the rest of my
life, as my gay wife. But, we had to part as his visa expired and had to
leave. I loved his anal vestibule, soft warm and stretching just enough, to
accommodate my rather larger than normal penis. My penis is more than
7"long, and thicker than a Mexican banana, and curves upward when hard. We
both hated condoms. The skin effect is lost when condom is used.

 I have fucked him in all positions. Standing, bent over, bent with one leg
up on a chair, legs wide apart and bent over, leaning and resting hands on
wall, with lube, without lube, resting his torso on the table legs hanging,
lying on his back knees pulled up, on his stomach wide legged and ass
raised up by pillows, doggy, sitting on my lap facing me and bouncing,
sitting on my lap facing away and bouncing up and down. The variety and
innovative methods we discovered, to get maximum pleasure were very many. I
missed him a lot.

I heard some foot steps near me, and looked up to find a boy looking to be
about 14 or 15 staring at my nudity, eyes lingering specially at my limp
penis. Before I could snatch a towel to cover myself, he turned and ran
away. I guessed he must be living in the adjoining house.

My discreet inquiry revealed that indeed was true and he was with his young
mother, who had inherited a fortune and had bought the house recently. She
was just 28 or so. During the next two weeks we met at the grocers and
bumped across in the roads, and socialized. She invited me to her house for
tea one evening, and we behaved like good trusting neighbors. She had to be
away for a couple of days, and requested me to take care of the boy, just
in case he needed any help.

The next evening I just peeped in to see if things were ok. The boy was
sitting leaning his back on the sofa. His legs were up in the air. I could
see a black rubber dick of average thickness, embedded in his anus, and he
was manipulating his flaccid uncut penis to erection in vain. My penis
stirred and jumped to erection instantly. After all I was craving for a
tight anus to fuck. The boy sheepishly smiled and tried to cover up and sit
properly on the sofa. That resulted in the dildo penetrating deeper in his
ass. Now that he was exposed, I had nothing to initiate. I asked him
directly, if would like to get some real action in his ass with a live
person. He meekly gestured yes. I told him to show me the bed room, and
followed him in. I loosened my belt and lowered my slacks and my dick
jumped up and pointed up like a curved sword, and bounced up and down, in
tune with the pulse of the blood pumping in. he had lubed his anus already
for his dildo. He just bent over wide legged and pulled apart his buttocks
and spouted his anus ready to receive my penis. I fitted my penis at the
entrance of his exit port and pushed in. It glided in warm and smooth, went
past his rectal curve, and I could feel the mushroom knob mash the contents
of his lower colon soft and mushy. When I started to pull out and pump in,
the odor of his feces clinging to my penis swirled around and reached my
nostrils. That was the trigger to get him erect. He let out a contented
grunt and pushed back harder. After some plunges in his anal depths, I
moved backwards towards the sofa, my penis still embedded in him. We moved
like conjoined twins. When I sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned back,
wide legged, he got the clue and, started to sit up and down on my penis
and, had full control of maximum penetration.

He kept the movement of my penis just up and down his rectal curve,
massaging and hitting his prostate gland. I hugged him close to me with my
left hand and, masturbated him with my right fist. I held a tight fist and
held his entire penis in my grip. As his pace and speed of bouncing on my
penis increased in tempo, I increased the speed of masturbation on his
organ. When I reached my orgasm point, I pulled him with force and held him
on my lap, and pushed up. I ejaculated in his bowels, and my sperm
integrated with his feces. He climaxed and his sperm flowed on my fist warm
and thick.

We relaxed for some minutes in that position, and when my penis softened,
it plopped out. He knelt between my knees and licked my hand and swallowed
what was left of his sperm. Then he took my penis into his mouth and
sucked, and slurped the coating of his feces mixes with my sperm. I closed
my eyes and enjoyed his ministrations. I traveled back in time, and
pictured my Thailand school mate and me, with whom I had regular sex.
Oh...How I miss him.

I was happy to find this young and co-operative, classic anal erotic boy. I
wished I could fuck him in many more postures for many more years on a
daily basis. The contented look on his face was proof enough; it was not a
difficult proposal, provided I could find a way to do it!!

I heard a sound and opened my eyes. OH MY GOD. His mother had returned
before time and was standing in the door way. She surely had watched her
son cleaning my penis fresh out of his anus. His anus was still leaking a
mix of my sperm and his feces. The entire room smelled of anal sex. The
odor of fresh feces filled the room. She took a deep breath and stared at
us...

To be continued...

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