Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 18:20:27 +0100 (BST)
From: Jak Off <jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: From Behind

jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk
ICQ: 45862060

All the usual warnings apply. Be legal. Be interested. Be an adult. Simple!

This is a bit of a stop gap. I'm in the middle of writing, or should I say
re-writing, a new 'epic' story! It's taking far longer than I thought it
would. But I have the urge to write something simple and to the point. I
hope you enjoy it. I'm sure you'll let me know.


				From Behind

I still have that daft grin I had on my face for most of the night before.
It seems better placed in the bright light of the morning though. After
last night, I have every reason to be grinning.  The fact is that after all
of those years of waiting for and wonder if anything would ever happen,
here I am. In his bed. The sunlight is streaming through the white linen
curtains. His walls might be covered in posters of super models and photos
of his so-called girlfriend, but he released himself for the first time
last night. All of those falsehoods will probably be gone by the end of the
day.

The sound of the shower has stopped. My cock his hard and ready for
action. I can't help but give it a gentle squeeze. All seven inches of it
were used in new ways last night. Problem is that after the adventures of
what happened, my hand probably will never be quite enough anymore. Who
cares though. Now I have something much better than a hand.

He walks into the room with just a plain white towel wrapped around his
waist. He's looking even better than he did last night. I didn't think that
was possible. He beamed a broad smile, almost a grin at me. It was enough
to melt me on the spot. My eyes drank in his unique form.  This inevitably
caused my dick to harden even further. It didn't matter that it was early
on a Monday morning, there was one job I couldn't wait to get started
today.

Small trickles of water ran down his chest in between his pecs. His nipples
were hard as the cold air reacted against his body, all ready warmed up
from his shower. His short black hair was still wet, messed up on top. I
wanted to run my fingers through it. Just above where the towel was hiding,
his stomach had the lightest dusting of fine black hairs. In my mind I
recalled the way my finger tips tousled and played with the fine matting of
it last night. In the centre of the towel, his dick was started to stir to
attention as he watched me looking him over. Below it, the thick hairs that
ran down each of his broad legs clung tightly against his skin with the
water.

Patting the bed next to me, I moved over and motioned for him to come and
sit down next to me. In his own bedroom, he needed no further invitation.
In a second his arms wrapped around my neck as I grabbed hold of him by the
waist and our heads moved together, our lips touching, like fireworks
exploding in my mind all over again, as our tongues danced together.

It was the noise of it perhaps even more than the physical actions that
caused me to start leaking my precum onto his sheets. There is something
about the sound of two young men, lost deep in a passionate wet kiss that
captures the moment perfectly. The deep, almost guttural grunts as I forced
my tongue deep into his mouth, swirling around and probing every part of
it. Right down to the very slightly noise of unshaved stubble grinding
cheek to cheek.

I grazed gently at his lower lip as he started to finger my nipples. I
groaned quietly as he rolled first one and then the other in between his
thumb and finger. Furiously I started thrusting my hips against the plain
cotton sheets, smearing them with my sticky fluid. He pinched and pulled at
them, one after the other. I sucked down on his lip and then thrust my
tongue back into his mouth. I took hold of his head and forced his mouth
right down on mine, creating a mini vacuum between us. Each of us
momentarily breathing for the other.

He took hold of my head and forced me away to break the kiss. I looked back
into his eyes, glazed over yet looking deeper into me than ever before.
Still that naughty grin of his wouldn't subside, no matter how dirty this
got. I liked that about him. He looked like he was enjoying himself, as if
it was just innocent fun, no matter how much his senses were being
bombarded by the latest manoeuvre we were trying out on each other.

Pull the sheet back, my cock sprang up and hit my belly audibly. He looked
straight into my eyes once again as he wrapped a first around my dick.
Never once did he break his gaze straight at me as he began slow deliberate
strokes on my prick. His face was of total concentration as he worked his
magic. I couldn't help but grunt with each move he made. He pulled my
foreskin all the way back to reveal the throbbing red bell end of my dick.
Then he slid it back up, all the way over, coating the inside of my skin
with my precum.

I wanted to grab hold of his hand on my dick and move it faster and faster.
But I knew he wouldn't let me. I wanted to shout out to him "faster man, go
fucking faster!" But I couldn't do that either. It was as if my body was
paralysed by these erotic sensations he was delivering with his hand. All I
could do was look straight back at him, grunting in time with his strokes,
counting in my mind.

It must have been at least ten minutes before he stopped. I had broken out
into a sweat and I could feel myself shake. My entire body was being
drained of all energy. My balls hung low and ached as what felt like
gallons and gallons of my hot white cream churned around inside them. Not
that it stopped for long.

He hauled himself in between my legs and wrapped his hands around my
waist. I could feel his breath beating down on the top of my cock as the
precum oozed out, by now starting to flow down the length of my shaft and
into to the neatly trimmed bush of pubes at the base. He didn't even used
his hands as he guided my cock into his mouth.

Once again it was as if I couldn't move. His mouth was like a giant
furnace, embracing the whole of my shaft of steal. His tongue swirled
around the ultra sensitive top. He licked out my precum straight from my
piss slit. He flicked at it with the tip of his tongue a couple of times,
encouraging more and more of my hot fluid to seep out into his mouth. Then
he continued feeding more and more of me into him. His tongue played with
the glans of my prick before circling and swirling around the underside of
it as it pushed past his lips on an inevitable journey down the back of his
throat.

Expertly he swallowed all of my cock and lay with his head deep in my
crotch for what seemed like and eternity. His hands stayed firm on my waist
as he lay like that. His mouth and throat were so hot around my shaft. Yet
it was as if his mouth was made for this job.

I couldn't resist thrusting my hips upwards towards him, as if trying to
force more of my prick further down his throat. But he was all ready
there. I could feel his chin resting on top of my balls. Small spikes of
stubble pressed into my sac, heightening my senses. Whilst his nose was
pushed into the bush of pubes that surrounded the base of my prick.

My thrusts were enough to get the message across. He began to bob up and
down on my cock. His tongue lavished my hot shaft with a thick coating of
his juices as he pulled his mouth back, nearly releasing the hole of my
cock from his warm, soft grip. He held the pulsing head of it between his
lips squeezing it slightly as once again he lapped at my piss slit with his
tongue.

I cried out as he pushed my hot shaft back between his lips. I could feel
it stretching it mouth wide as his tongue swirled down and around the whole
length of it once again. He began to fondle my balls with one of his hands
as he swallowed hard, coaxing more and more of my precum out and letting it
leak down his throat.

Placing my hands on his head, I began to help him along a bit. I could feel
my cum churning inside my balls and his fingers rolling and bouncing each
one while his mouth worked its magic on my prick, I was starting to go into
some kind of sensory overload. I remember that my eyes glazed over. It was
as if nothing else mattered but getting a hot load down this cute guy's
mouth.

I persuaded him to bounce up and down on my prick. Taking a little bit out
at a time before pushing it back down his throat. I think he must have been
having a hard time keeping up with me, but he managed it. Never once did
his tongue stop it's sensual dance up and down my steely hard shaft.

My body was dripping sweat and the room was filled out by my moans and his
muffled grunts as he dealt expertly with my pulsing dick. I was seconds
away from cumming when he stopped. It was almost like an excruciating pain.
I tried thrusting, but he just took his mouth totally of my prick. One more
slight rub and I would have been sent crashing over the edge with wave
after wave of thick creamy white cum spraying violently down his throat.

He clearly had other ideas. I was brought crashing back down to earth by
him taking tight hold of my prick in his hand and looking once again deep
into my eyes. "I want this to happen inside me." he said. He said it very
calmly. In sort of a horse whisper. I knew what he meant, and I was in the
mood to deliver.

Standing in front of me, the towel wrapped around his waist did nothing to
hide what lay beneath. It was tented about eight inches in front of him. I
pulled it from around him and let it drop to the floor around his ankles.
It was the first time I got to look at the guy properly. Last night we were
just caught up in the moment and had no real time to stop and enjoy the
scenery. But what perfect scenery it was.

Everything about him seemed to be in proportion. Not too muscely, not to
skinny either. A defined body, smooth and tan with just a light dusting of
hair in all the right places. His pubes weren't trimmed, but that was fine
with me. A wild bush surrounded the base of a perfectly straight pulsating
eight inches of hot rod. Perhaps a little thinner than mine, but ideal for
fitting in a number of tight spots. We'd tried a few of them last night!
His balls hung low between his legs, covered in a thick mat of dusty brown
hairs.

Instinctively I reached out towards his cock and took a firm grip of it.
His moaned softly as my hand wrapped around his hard shaft. I pumped it a
couple of times, spreading a little of his precum on my fingers. I gently
pulled him closer towards me by his dick. He followed immediately. Roughly
I licked his hard shaft a few times. I ran my tongue first over the
underside of his cock and then over the top, before planting a firm kiss
right on the end. His juice smeared my lips. I licked them. A slightly
salty taste. The perfect thing for breakfast I thought to myself.

I looked up at this hunk whilst I had his dick in my hand and my tongue
running across it. It's amazing how anyone could look innocent while they
were on the receiving end of this kind of treatment at the most private
parts, but he was taking it all in. Wide eyes looked down at me, and a
broad grin crossed his face as he caught me looking at him. Not a word was
exchanged between us, but he knew that it was time to assume the position.

He looked so good this way. The whole of his body was good, but his rear
end was something magical. His big, hairy, powerful legs straddled either
side of my body as he pushed his arse back towards me. There has always
been something about a man on all fours, his balls hanging down seductively
between his legs, with his arse pushed out, cheeks spread wide revealing
his pink hole. The skin tightly folded, just waiting to be teased open.

Gently I rubbed up and down the inside of his hairy thighs. Pushing my
hands all the way up to the top of his legs so that his big balls grazed
the back of my hands. The long thing hairs that covered his sac tickled as
the flowed between my fingers and out of reach again as I continued
massaging him sensually. He groaned and his cock surged and twitched a
couple of times.

It was all the encouragement I needed. My own cock, still wet from it's
working over by his tongue, told me to make him ready. I blew down on his
crack as I reached between his legs and yanked his big fat prick a couple
of times. A little of his precum dribbled down on to my fingers, just to
start me off. I raised those fingers back towards his crack and ran them
slowly up and down the cleft. Small soft hairs brushed against them as I
moved in closer and closer with each stroke towards his small round hole.

I had thought about just going straight in with my fingers to work his
tight hole open, but suddenly, just the sight of it, perfectly round and
pink, in start comparison with the rest of his evenly tanned body made me
want to do something special. So I went for it. I placed a hand on each of
his smooth round cheeks and spread them as wide as they would go. I hauled
myself up slightly and pushed my face towards his sweet crack.

Holding my face in between those perfect mounds of flesh, I inhaled deeply.
He'd cleaned himself up in the shower yet my nose was filled with a mixture
of horny scent. Soap, shower gel and yet a faint smell of sweat from his
exertions last night along with something that wall all male. All this just
wanted me to play some more. My lips pressed gently against his hole. I
heard him breath out sharply as he felt himself being massaged by my mouth
at his private entrance. I sucked and pressed against his hole all at the
same time. His taste smeared against my lips as I tentatively pushed my
tongue out and towards his ring.

Before this moment, I have never considered what it would be like to tongue
another guy.  Usually I just used my fingers and a little saliva to work a
guy loose before I ploughed deep into him with my prick. This was far more
erotic for both him and me.

Something inside took over causing me to just go for it. Never considering
what might lay behind those small sharp folds of skin, I thrust my tongue
deep inside, as far as it would go.  He moaned loudly as my tongue pierced
through his tight ring and a shot a long way up inside his chute. And his
chute was really hot. It was as if my tongue was conducting the heat of his
tight arse back into my mouth. The walls were so soft against my rough
tongue. I pressed and probed deep into them before I worked myself back out
of him again.

My cock pulsed against my stomach and slimed a load of precum over me.
Reminding me that he wanted a go too. So I finished off what I had meant to
start before I had been overcome by my new game. I used the end of my
tongue to pry the sides of his hole wider and at the same time pumped a
little of my saliva in and around the entrance to his hot passage. I could
just make out between his legs that he had started to pump his cock as he
felt my tongue lashing around the sides of his hole, really loosening him
up like never before.

I pulled myself up from between his legs and got to my knees. Taking hold
of my prick in my hand I jerked it back and forth a couple of times. With
my foreskin, I spread the huge load of precum that had dripped from my piss
slit all over the head, making my knob red and shiny as the light in the
room reflected off our sweaty bodies. I looked down at him. God he looked
perfect. On all fours in front of me, his hand still slowly working his
cock as my saliva dripped seductively from his hole, down his crack and was
just beginning to drip down the centre of his hairy ball sac.

It was one sight too much and something like I had never experienced before
just flowed all around my body. I placed one hand on the small of his back
whilst I used the other to line myself up. With the biggest force I had
ever used before, I pressed the tip of my hard prick against his wet,
loosened hole and thrust deep inside him. It was the easiest my dick had
ever speared into another man before. My tongue job had done a good job of
loosening him up. I just plunged the lot deep inside him.

He moaned loudly, I joined in as I could feel my hard shaft break through
his hot ring and slide it's way up his chute, covered with a trail of my
saliva and his arse juice. I fell forward onto his back and just laid there
for a while, with my dick thrust up all the way to the hilt. Our balls
clashed together gently as my pubes massaged the inside of his crack. He
began to pant as I pushed my arms underneath his and reached for his
pecs. I began to slowly massage them with my finger tips, pinching and
squeezing as I started to thrust in and out of him.

I started off with small sharp jabs into his ass, back out a little and
back in. One after the other, banging him in quick succession. Our balls
rubbed together as I continued working his hole. He cried out for it
now. Wanting it hard and fast. And I was the man to give it to him. I held
on to his waist as I started to build up the speed. Taking more and more of
my cock out of him before plunging it back deep inside. I could feel the
head of my cock probing the walls of his chute and grazing against the side
of his prostate gland.

With one huge roar, the guy pulled his foreskin all the way back and
exploded. It was immense. So strong that his hole grasped my cock tight. I
couldn't have continued thrusting anymore. He raised up off the bed with
his dick still shooting wave after wave of sperm a long way in front of
him, hitting the mirror that gave us both a clear view of the action. My
chest pressed against his back and I wrapped my arms around him as my
orgasm began. It was the sight of his mighty cock shooting so violently as
my cock was buried inside him that was too much. Being able to hold him so
closely and tightly as I unleashed a hot load deep inside him was an
experience never to be forgotten.


jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk
ICQ: 45862060

All done then. Hoped you liked that one. It is a bit of a departure from my
normal stuff, just wall to wall action this time! Sometimes its just what
you need! That's what I think anyway. If you enjoyed it and would like to
see more of the same, let me know. Email or ICQ are both excellent ways to
get in touch. Plus, if you don't all ready have it, anyone who gets in
touch gets the URL of my site. - Jak