From: joe@xs4all.nl (Jojo)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bears,alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Jojo: Breakfast in Bed
Date: 18 Apr 1996 22:04:31 GMT
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I’m interested how my sexual tastes continue to change over the years.
It’s not to say that they 'mature', but they go around in cycles. When
I first starting having sex, I was into fucking, bigtime. Then, that
gradually changed to getting fucked, then sucking, and now, having
enjoyed a long period of liking someone to give me a blowjob mostly,
I’m finding I fantasize more and more about whistling on a big juicy
joint.
The fantasy, and reality, is best in bed, with my lover. There is a
moment, early in the morning, when we’re between awake and sleep, when
the attack starts. I pull the covers up over my head, and smell our
bodies warm from the night. Then snuggling up, like a kid playing
under sheets when I was young, I find his body. I can’t quite see it,
but I can feel the hair on his belly with my lips, and diving down
lower, I can find his huge boner lying up to his bellybutton.
He pretends to sleep as I peel back the foreskin a bit with my lips,
and nibble around the head. It’s a wonderful feeling to suck on it
while it gets harder and harder in your mouth, throbbing and bobbing
gently of it’s own will while he moans gently, as though asleep.
Licking the thick head, just in the rim between the shaft and the
head, making him squirm, and tasting a bit of the salty flavor, and
inhaling the aroma of the sex we had the previous evening.
Once the head is wet enough from licking, I proceed to put more and
more of it in my mouth, rubbing the head against the roof of my mouth
while my tongue whirls around it, wetting and sucking it as though my
life depended on it. I’m rewarded by it getting even harder, reaching
almost it’s full 10" length, and I snuggle up more, lying with my
chest against his hairy belly, and my mouth and throat poised at the
best possible angle to start to try to swallow the huge hairy piece. I
push my head further forward, to the moment when I know I can’t
breathe anymore. The head is lodged completely in the back of my
mouth, I’ve gotten just a bit more than halfway down the shaft. That’s
usually the point when I feel his meaty hands on my head, guiding it
gently but firmly further down on his cock. Relaxing completely, and
opening my jaws as widely as possible, that’s the point when I feel it
slide completely in my throat. Within a few bobs of my head, I’m down
so far, my mouth so far open, that my lips are pressed against his
abdomen.
It’s a fantastic sensation, to feel like you’ve literally swallowed
part of someone, to be plugged so deeply, and knowing that the cock is
so absolutely enormous that most people just choke. I can only hold my
breath and swallow-massage the bat so long, then concentrating on the
flavor and the smell of his crotch, pull back a bit. The preparations
are complete, so now I can longdick my own face down on his cock, huge
movements pummeling my mouth and throat, at each stroke feeling again
my lips against his crotch with almost bruising intensity.
He’s no longer pretending to sleep, but wide away, writing under my
oral attack, when feeling him get even steely harder, I pull back.
That’s the point when I start polishing his hairy shaft, sucking and
nibbling on it very gently, and crawling deeper in bed, go to work on
his hairy ballsack. He reaches down, and grabbing my bearded jaw,
pulls me back, and aims his cock into my mouth again, and shoves an
acrid bottle of poppers in my nose.
My head pops with the opening sensation, and now with my spit and
tears freely flowing, and my snot, it’s the point when I get frantic,
wanting to completely fill my mouth with not only his cock, but also
his balls, my own cock drilling a hole in the bed with my hardon. I’m
really slamming down on it, almost unconscious from the raw lust and
mouth-pleasure, holding onto his squirming balls for leverage while he
face-fucks me, holding my head for a moment as he gets near.
I stop for a moment, trying to breathe. With both hands on his shaft,
I start on the head again, quickly twisting my head back and forth
while my lips are holding onto his cock with a heavy vacuum pressure,
when he throws back the covers. I’m pulled forward, while he sits up,
and with legs wide open gives me complete access to his crotch. His
hair is flat with all my saliva, and he starts to stroke his shaft
with one hand while I continue to lick and suck the head, pausing to
push my face into his sweaty, hairy belly, and then lick the insides
of his hairy thighs. My hands find his nipples, and he takes one,
sucking on the fingers while I start again deep-dish sword-swallowing.
He suddenly holds my head, and pulls back.
It’s been almost 20 minutes of serious cocksucking, and holding his
cock absolutely still, he leans back, and an enormous fountain of hot
cum jets up, all over his wet belly and chest. He is jacking off now,
with both hands, and I add one of mine, squeezing the wet shaft while
I bring myself off. My crotch, cock & shaft are completely soaked with
my own precum, and within moments, since I had been more than ready
for some time, I arch back, and my own spunk meets with his, all over
his belly. We fall together, silently, and somehow the covers work
themselves back up over us again.
It’s only 6am, and we're dead exhausted, though he’s still hard as a
rock. Sometime around 8am, I wake up again, feeling jake the snake
hard against my chest again. I lick a finger, and run it around under
the foreskin, as he groans… I slip under the covers…

Jojo (in Amsterdam)
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