Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:27:54 +0000
From: Miles Long <miles_long@hotmail.com>
Subject: 469 Charlotte Street Ch. 9

"469 Charlotte Street"

Chapter 9

I knew that Dwight was dying to fuck me in the sling, so I figured it was
time to take my medicine like a man, so to speak. So I headed toward the
play area.

Amazingly, no one was there. But seconds after I arrived, Dwight came in
behind me. His muscles glistened in the dim light.

"You ready for it?" he asked. "You ready to fuck me with that big ol'
dick?"

"Me fuck you?" I asked incredulously. "I thought you wanted to fuck me."

"That will work too," he said. "But first I want some of that big meat."
And with that he dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock back to
hardness. His mouth was soft and warm, and he clearly had experience in
this area. My cock began to respond as he licked and kissed the head, and
the sensitive spot underneath. He used one hand to steady himself and with
the other he stroked the shaft of my dick.

He was really into my cock, and sucked it expertly for about five
minutes. Then he rose, grabbed a tube of lube off the floor, and began to
climb into the sling. When he was in position he reached down and lubbed up
his asshole.

"Come on, man," he said. "Give it to me."

I stepped forward, grabbed my cock and pressed it against his tiny hole.
With the lube it slid in easily, but he still gasped and winced as the
width of my dick entered his ass.  He was tight as a dream, but I was
intent on burying the length of my long, thick manhood as far as it would
go.

Dwight let out a low, animalistic growl. "Oh fuck ... yeah!"

I slowly began to withdraw until my dick had almost come out completely,
then repeated my ball-deep entry.  I slowly began stroking in and out,
picking up speed ever so slowly. I was intent on giving this former
professional athlete the fucking he was expecting.  It was a bit
mind-blowing.  I enjoyed watching pro football and could even remember
games where Dwight was playing.  Now I was fucking him in the ass.  Only in
America.


He was groaning as I plowed in and out with long, deliberate strokes, his
head was rolling from side to side, and he wrapped his hands around the
straps of the sling to try and brace himself against my pounding. It felt
great to me as well. We were both sweating and grunting.

A crowd was beginning to form around us as people drifted back in to the
area. Sarah and Gina were standing side by side, both with interested
expressions on their faces as they watched me fuck Dwight.  Clay arrived
and began stroking his cock.

It was a pretty hot scene for the bystanders. A hard-bodied ex-NFL player
suspended from the ceiling, his legs splayed out, while I steadily pounded
my large cock into his very eager ass.

My strokes were becoming less deliberate and quicker as I became aroused. I
was fucking his ass hard, and I could feel an orgasm brewing in the bottom
of my balls.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped.

"Yeah," Dwight said. "Do it."

I pulled my dick out and stroked it just a couple of times before it shot
ropes of think white cum across Dwight's balls and cock.  It was almost
painful it was so intense.  I slumped against his leg and the sling.

"You ready to switch places or you need a minute?" he asked.

Oh yeah.  He wanted to fuck me.  I'd almost forgotten. Actually the tought
of laying down for a while sounded pretty good.

"I'm ready," I answered.

Dwight popped up quickly, his big dick standing out steel hard in front of
him, shiny and wet.  He rubbed some of my cum into his dark skin.  It was
large, as big as anything I'd ever taken, but hey, my job was now to make
the clients happy. So I scrambled into the sling.

Now there were probably 10 people standing around watching, including
Robin, who had a big smile on her face.  When I made eye contact with her,
her eyes grew wide, as if to say "are you really ready for this?" Then she
winked to let me know she was pleased with me.

Dwight again reached for the lube and squeezed a bit onto my hole. Then he
finger-fucked me for a few seconds, his warm finger in contract to the
coolness of the lube.  Without comment he entered me. He was big, and not
nearly as slow and gentle as I had been to him. He simply shoved his dick
into me with one strong thrust.  Then he went to work with deep, hard
strokes.

There was pain mixed with the pleasure. He wasn't being cruel, but he was
clearly a strong athlete who was used to being aggressive, even when
fucking.  As he pounded away at my very tight ass my only hope was that he
would be so turned on that he would not last long.

I was right.  He began breathing hard and pumping even faster and then
suddenly pulled out and erupted. He milked it for the audience, most of
whom reacted with shouts of approval. Then Dwight reinserted his sticky
cock into me and stroked slowly this time until his dick has softened. He
slapped me on the ass like I was a teammate.

"Thanks, man, that was great," he said.

Guess I'd just taken one for the team.


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