Date: Sat, 5 May 2001 12:22:04 EDT
From: Joewilson583@aol.com
Subject: "more sex with a married man"

                 More sex with a married man
                                          by joe wilson


At eleven thirty that night, the doorbell rang, and he was outside on the
porch.  He was naked and he smiled in the light of the moon.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course, Jerry.  You're always wanted here," I was surprised and
suddenly excited.  The porch light illuminated the shadows, and I could see
him clearly.  God, he was a beautiful man.  His soaring cock was ready, his
fingers twisting his swollen nubs.  He was a tit man, who loved his titties
played with, and I wanted only to suck them, to give him the pleasure he
was seeking.

When I opened the door, I was naked too, and my cock stuck up just as hard
and erect as his.  We were two males ready for it.  Hungry for the pleasure
that only exists between men with a passion for each other.  And surely I
was consumed with passion for him.  As was he, or why else was he here?

"I didn't expect you."

"Laurie's on the night shift at the hospital, and I kept thinking of what
we did this afternoon."

"Yes, I've been thinking of it too."

I closed the door after he stepped in, and we were shut out from the
world. Alone in each others arms, we pressed our naked hairy hard bodies
together in a tongue to tongue kiss, slurping mouth juices, feeling growing
excitement in our loins.  We held together for a long time.  Neither of us
wanted to move away from the exquisite pleasure that came from rubbing our
sweaty and hairy bodies together while we kissed.  What a surprise to have
him here, not at all expected.  Wanted?  You bet.


I had been lying in bed thinking about how easy it had been this afternoon,
and what great sex he gave me.  He was one hot son of a bitch, who never
seemed to get enough, always ready for more, loving the suck as much as I
did.  We both climaxed until there was nothing left.  Yet here he was, hot
and ready, his eyes full of horny lust as he looked at me, his mouth
dripping, slurping saliva over his chin, wanting more cock, best of all my
cock.

He slipped down onto his knees.  Grabbed me by placing his hands on my ass,
and pulled me toward him.  His lips were open and ready as I inserted my
cock down his throat.  jesus!  I loved the feeling.  I loved looking down
at him, seeing him on his knees out of control.  I loved the suck, the
exciting pleasure of it, but most of all I loved watching him, watching
this married guy who loved his wife, so completely lost to the pleasures of
sucking MY cock, and eating MY cum.

But I pulled a away.  "Take it easy man.  We got all night.  Gotta make it
last."

"Yeah," he whispered.  "All night.  Laurie won't be home 'til after nine.
Hours and hours of sweet pleasure."

"Here, hot man, take a drag," I said, handing him some marijane.  "This'll
help you hold it off.  Increase the need."

"Yeah, baby."  He took a drag.  "I love that.  You're drivin' me crazy, you
know that don't you?"

"I'm trying," I laughed.

"Shit!"

There was a pause, a quietness.  We sat on the sofa, our hairy legs
touching, I bent my head down so that I could kiss the nipples he seemed to
play with all the time.  It was nice, but then he said something that
really shook me up.

"Laurie asked me to invite you over for some play Friday night," he said in
a soft voice, almost a whisper.  It was as though he knew he was about to
divulge something that he shouldn't.

"What?" I cried.  I was dismayed.

"She wants to meet you."

"Jerry, tell me, does she know about us?"

"Well, sure, we don't have secrets, especially about sex."  He shifted his
position, his hand resting on my balls, fingers threading through the
hairs.  It felt good.  I was both excited and upset by what he was saying.
I couldn't even think of the possibilites.

"You mean she wants me to come over to your house on Friday?  To have sex
with the two of you?  Is that what you're saying?"

"Well yeah, isn't that alright?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I said.  And then I added, "I never been with a woman,
I'm not sure I'd know what to do."

"She figured that.  That's what turned her on.  Beside she wants to watch
me suck your cock, She said she never saw two guys making out....."

"Jesus, Jerry, I'm not sure about this.  I'm not sure I can even get it up
for her," but I could feel an added stirring in my cock, and the thought of
what we could do was intriguing.

So I let it rest.  The time was now, and now I had this gorgeous hunk
sitting next to me, and I wanted him.  I wanted him to fuck me.  So we
watched porn on video, and forgot about Laurie.  Our fingers massaged
secret places, and we kissed gentle kisses.  We were two naked men consumed
with growing lust, and need, playing the game of the slow tease.  Pressing
smooth warm flesh against moist body hair.  Increasing passion and desire
until we could hold off no longer.

I broke the spell.  I wanted his cock up my ass.  I wanted to feel him
inside me.  Couldn't wait so I pulled him up.  Holding him in my arms, I
felt the strength of him, and I said in a quiet voice, "I want you to fuck
me."

"Yeah.  I want that too," he said with a grin, "Been thing about it since
this afternoon, been thinking of it lot"

He was standing there in front of me.  I was standing there too, just
looking at him, admiring his beautiful body.  So perfect.  I leaned forward
and bending down I kissed his cock feeling the heat of it on my lips.
Better drain it a little, before he plugs into me.  Swollen blood vessels
ran along the edge of it.  My hand encircled hairy balls big as apples, and
my fingers sought his warm wet anus.

He spread his legs to balance himself.  Shoved his hips forward.  He wanted
the suck as much as I did.  Perhaps he realized the benefit of getting off
first, before the fuck.

There's no better, more satisfying connection than a hard cock slipping
down your throat.  AAAAAAH!

I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and sucked his cock deep into my
throat.  My tongue rolled around the underside of the smooth tip, washing
pleasure into it.  His groans made it more pleasure for me, 'cause I knew
how much he loved it.  Loved it like I loved doing it.

Slowly, he began to push deeper down my throat.  I could feel his bristly
pubic bush on my upper lip and on my nose, and my chin caught the slap of
his lowhanging hairy balls as they bounced against it.  My trembling
fingers continued their slow trace along his asscrack.  It was hairy, moist
and smelly.  God!

His splash took a long time.  Long minutes of excruciating pleasure.
Painful.  Wonderful.  And then the cry.  The powerblast of cum.  Hot salty
cream striking the back of my throat.  I hung onto his asscheeks, holding
him in position, licking the hard muscle with my tongue, and when his sharp
pleasure turned to pain, he pulled away.  "Jesus!"  Was all that he
whispered, and he fell onto the tile floor.

He was on his back, his arms resting at his sides, his incredible cock was
still sticking up into the air reaching for the ceiling.

 I way hypnotized by the sight of his naked body, and I wanted his giant
cock inside me.  Anxious for the fuck, I stood over him, and my legs
straddled his hips.  I lowered myself down upon his saliva-slick cock.  It
slipped inside, slowly at first, but with a lunge of his hips it was in all
the way.

Before he arrived so unexpectedly, I had been playing with a greased dildo.
My rectum was slippery with lube, and for that reason the entry was easy
and almost painless.....  His eyes were open, riveted on mine, watching
every movement, every expression of pleasure on my face that his humungous
cock caused, as it massaged my prostate.

And so I began the ride, easing his cock in deeper, then out almost to the
tip, then in again.  I put a squeeze on my ass muscles, tighening the hold
of his precious member, milking pleasure into it.

I looked down upon his perfect body, and I knew it could never be better
than this.  The indescribable pleasure of his cock rubbing the inside of
me, touching all the hidden nerves that cause so much exquisite sensation.
His lips formed a kiss.  The fingers of one hand worked his nipple, the
other hand found my swollen cock and began to masturbate me.

I wanted to bend down to kiss him, to feel the roughness of his unshaven
beard that appeared on his cheeks and chin, to sense the real masculinity
of him, while I rode his cock up and down.  But I was afraid if I did he
might slip out breaking the spell, so I continued the ride.

His groans became shouts of loud screaming passionate filthy words, words
that were outrageous and exciting.  He demanded all the strength I could
give him.  Sweat formed on my hairy chest and dripped down on his hairy
stomach.  I could feel it flow into my pits.  The stink of it was
wonderful.

And then with a sharp cry and super strength he pushed his hips up off the
floor, carrying me up higher and higher.  Somehow I fell on my back, he was
hovering over me.  The position totally changed.  My legs found a resting
place on his his shoulders.

He looked down at me, a sneer on his opened lips, drooling mouth juices on
my sweaty abs.  "I'm topman, not you fucker.  Get it, shithead?  You show
me new ways, but I'm boss. That's the way I play it."

He hung over me now.  His cock grew bigger, harder, as he plunged it in and
out of my hole. In moments he was ready for the come, and with a shout that
could be heard in London his orgasm splashed hot love cream into the deep
cave of my rectum.  And my cock rubbing on his hairy stomach caused my own
wonderful explosion, shooting luscious cum into his belly hair.

And with exquisite pleasure that swallowed both of us into another super
wet dream, I knew at once it was the greatest sex I had ever had.  I was
captured in the thrall of him.  The exquisite pleasure of giving.  Oh man,
I will do anything, anything for you Jerry, just ask.......


after a long while he stirred, sat up and looked at me, "That was
something, wasn't it," he grinned, "So great."  and then he paused long
enough for brief kiss, "We'll do it again won't we, after we rest a bit?"
he asked with a shy smile.

"Yes Jerry, we'll do it again.  Come lay next to me.  See if you can get
some sleep."

"Friday night, you'll come over to my place, okay?  We'll show
Laura............"

And as he fell asleep, I lay beside him thinking of new things and new
ways, until several hours later he awoke and we began again.


I hope you liked my story
comments appreciated
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