Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2008 22:16:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reacquainted

	"Wazzup, Dawg?" G Man asked me, smiling so big he lit up the porch.
"Come on into my crib, Man!" he beckoned, standing aside.

	I shuffled in after giving him the ghetto handshake we'd developed
in college.  He still remembered all five moves.  I grinned, but was still
nervous.  G Man (his real name was Eugene Tyson McWilliams) had called me
outta the blue, explaining he'd seen my name in the paper as one of the
board members of Brother to Brother, an AIDS awareness program directed at
men of color in the community.  I didn't even know he was in town.  We'd
been more than roommates in college, but after we'd graduated, he got a job
in Chicago and I returned to Seattle.  He was in marketing; I was in
finance, so we attended some of the same classes, but not many.  It was the
action back at the apartment that kept us close.

	Contact had been pretty regular for the first few months after
graduation, but then new friends, new jobs, and distance cooled the
relationship.  I thought there was more going on between us than he did, as
I was the one who tried to keep the correspondence going by e-mail, but he
didn't keep up his end of the chat, so I stopped trying.

	But, here we were, four years later and back in the same town
again.  I'd gotten the call yesterday from him, suggesting that we kick it
this evening for dinner and a movie at his condo on Queen Anne Hill.  My
expectations for the evening were mixed up and confusing.  We had a mad
thing going with each other in college for two years.  I bottomed for him
every chance I got and he took advantage of my hungry ass almost daily.  It
was beneficial to both of us, I thought.  Most of the time, he treated our
couplings as just sex.  To me, it was more than that.  When I got some
booze or weed in him though, his inhibitions crashed and he was all over me
like I was the best sex he'd ever had and the love of his life, including
kissing and blowing me.

	But, when he was sober and wanted sex, he'd eat my ass and fuck me
until he came.  Generally, he didn't care if I nutted or not.  It was all
about his need to get off.  He wouldn't let me kiss him or suck my dick
(unless he was toked).  He was okay with us eating out each other's black
ass, but, I was the only one who swallowed loads.  In that, he never
reciprocated.

	And he NEVER offered his ass to fuck.  I'd tried several times to
mount him, but he always told me that he didn't do "that shit."  I guess it
was too gay for him.

	G Man was clearly bisexual when we were in college.  He'd have
dates with women, generally scoring with them, but always coming back to
the apartment afterwards and getting his nut off with me.  That's not to
say that he didn't nut with them, but he told me countless time that the
bitches never let him cut loose and really fuck.  I asked him what he meant
and he said that they never let him bareback or shove his monstrous 10"
dick all the way in like he did with me.

      They were probably being smart and I was the idiot.  I loved him
enough to bareback with him all the time, and I certainly didn't mind at
all when he powerfucked my hungry black ass with his horsedick.  I loved
how deep he'd go and how much his thick phallus would spread my love
tunnel.  G Man always got a good ride with me.

	However, that was four years ago and I had no idea what he'd been
doing since.  Nor did he know what and whom I'd been doing, either.  I'd
had a parade of boyfriends through my apartment, none of them lasting more
than a month, most of them only a weekend.  Because I'm black, all the
white boys thought I should have a huge dick like G Man's, but I don't.
It's only 8".  Even the few who wanted my ass didn't seem to want it for
long.  They were serial monogamists, too.  They were on to the next
conquest within a week, just like I was.  No matter how good they were, I
was always comparing them to G Man.

	"What could I get ya to drink?" he asked interrupting my reverie.
"You still a white wine freak?"  I nodded and blushed.  He remembered well.
"Comin' right up, Ty."  He reached into his refrigerator and pulled out a
bottle of German Riesling.  I wondered if it would be too sweet, but G knew
my tastes.  He poured himself a glass, too.  It wasn't bad at all.  In
fact, it was very good and I told him so.

	"So, what you been doing since college, G?" I asked.  We hadn't
really covered that when he called me yesterday.

	"Workin' for the Man," he sighed.  "What about you?"

	"Keepin' busy, tryin' to keep the bruhs from catchin' the bug."

	"Yeah, I saw that you're on the board," G acknowledged.  "What
turned you on to that?"

	"There was a job ad that I caught for accounting types, so I
applied.  They hired me and then the place got folded into two other
non-profit outfits and I moved to the top of the food chain.  Shit floats,
I guess," I smirked.

	"Nah, Man!  You always were a smart guy.  I'll bet you're
practically running the place with your skills," he said.

	"Well, they do rely on me a lot to do their grant writing and
accounting, with keepin' the Feds happy and the donors givin' and all," I
agreed.

	"You still gay?" he blurted out.

	"Yeah," I laughed.  "You?"

	He blanched, but then smiled.  It was an old conversation.  What we
did in college was about as gay as you could get.  Only in his mind was he
not gay.  Everything we'd done screamed it.  He hadn't swallowed a load
from me or gotten fucked, but I knew a lot of men who didn't do one or the
other or both, but they were still bangin' men at every opportunity.
Perhaps, they considered themselves on the Down Low, but that's just the
lies they tell themselves to live with it.

	"Probably," he finally answered.

      That was a shocker.  He'd never admitted to being gay.  In fact, he'd
protested so loudly that I seldom brought it up, even when he was eatin' my
ass or poundin' my butt into the mattress.

	"Wow!  G, that's some admission," I managed to say.  "When did you
figure that out?"

	"About the time I moved here, I guess," he breathed heavily.  "Ya
see, I was workin' the other side of the street as soon as I got into
Chitown.  I had a string of ladies that I'd date, a few I scored with, but
none of them really satisfied me.  It wasn't that I was into something too
kinky for them.  They all loved me eatin' out their goodies before I
mounted them, but none of them would do it bare and none of them would take
it all the way.  Only a couple of them gave me head, but never took the
load.  I had the worst case of blue balls you've ever seen," he admitted.

	"That's bad, Man!" I agreed.  "None of those bitches wanted that
horsedick?"

	"Oh, they'd want it until I started to give it to them.  Then,
they'd shy away from it when it got real big.  You know how I get," he
smiled looking down at the floor.  Yeah, I knew.  When he got real hard,
his dick was like a battering ram.  Not only was it thick and long, but it
was a weapon.  I'm sure they didn't mind how thick it was, but the length
was probably an issue for them.  Both were issues for me, too, but only for
the first couple of times.  After that, it was heavenly.  I smiled
remembering how good it was and sighed contentedly.  "What's that smile
about?" he asked, knowing full well what it was.

	"Uh, just reminiscing," I croaked out, embarrassed that he knew me
so well.

	"Yeah?  You liked what we did?" he pressed.  I nodded and met his
gaze.  "Wanna catch up?"

	I didn't reply, but he knew he had me.  He took my glass and pulled
me into the bedroom.  G started taking off my clothes, spending a lot of
time feelin' up my ass.  "It's even better than I remember it," he
whispered in my ear as he pushed down my shorts.  I stepped out of my pants
and shorts and kicked off my shoes.  The shirt had been lost in the
hallway.  I bent slightly to remove my socks, but he was quick and squatted
behind me.  He cupped my tight bubble butt in his big hands.  "Yeah,
better," he reiterated.

	I hesitated a moment, then stripped the other sock off, but
remained bent over.  In fact, I bent a little farther.  I knew what he
wanted.  His face touched my right ass cheek and he kissed it tenderly.  He
quickly moved to the other cheek and kissed it, too.  He then kissed the
end of my tailbone and slithered his tongue down my ass trench.  I bent
over farther and spread my legs more.

	"Fuck!  You're HELLA hot!" he moaned as his hands spread my ass
cheeks and the tip of his tongue touched my tight pucker.  I moaned with
pleasure and placed a hand on the back of his head, encouraging him more.
His lips pressed against my ass lips and his tongue slithered inside.
Yeah, just like I remember, too, G!

	He tongue fucked me ravenously, sniffing and snorting at my hole as
he loaded it with his spit.  I pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back
into him harder.  His hand slipped between my legs and gently stroked my
hard, precum-dripping dick.  He knew what turned me on and how close I'd
get to climax with his face in my asshole.  G Man knew every button to push
and how hard to push it.

	He stood behind me and wiped his dripping dickhead against my
pucker, pushing gently, but not penetrating.  "You have no idea how much I
wanna fuck you bare, Ty," he groaned.  "But, you don't know what I been
doing these last four years.  I know I'm negative, but you don't."

	"And I work for an AIDS awareness organization, so I couldn't let
you do it, either, much as I want to, too," I agreed.  I crawled up on the
bed on all fours and wiggled my ass at him temptingly.  "Condoms in the
drawer here?" I motioned toward the night stand on the right side of the
bed.  He nodded as he moved on to the bed behind me and resumed eating my
ass.  I pulled a rubber out of the drawer and handed it to him.  I noticed
it was a Magnum brand, the big ones.  Yeah, my man G is a horse-hung
stallion.

	I heard the foil packet tear and felt him fumble with putting the
condom on his throbbing dick.  His face was still in my ass.  The man did
love to eat ass.  I never could figure out how he squared that with his
protestations that he wasn't gay.  I've never heard of any man who ate
manhole who wasn't gay.  Straight men eat pussy, maybe asshole too.  But,
manhole?  I don't think so!

	He moved in behind me and pressed his bagged dick against my eager
hole.  I collapsed my shoulders on to the bed, so my ass was high in the
air and hungrily opened for his assault.  I spread my legs a little more,
so he could get a clear shot at me.  The big head of his monster slipped
easily inside.  He held his breath as if he were trying to avoid a climax.
We'd been in this position before and he'd lost it right here.  But, I'd
been chewing on his dick with my ass muscles, so I had effectively pushed
him over the edge into a shattering climax.  I wanted this ride to last
longer, much longer.  I really needed this after four nearly empty years.

	Honestly, I'd had a couple of dicks bigger than his, but the guys
using them were so inept, I had to do all the work.  Essentially, I had to
sit on their dicks and bring them off.  They couldn't fuck for shit!  They
thought that having a big dick was enough, that they didn't have to do
more.  I knew better, even if they didn't.  G Man certainly knew better.

	More inches of thick dick slipped into me.  I winced at the
invasion.  It'd been at least a year since I'd taken a dick the size of his
monster.  He pulled back slowly and pushed forward again and again.
Slowly, he sank all the way in until I could feel his pubic hair crushing
against the tender lips of my asshole.  I sighed contentedly.  I could
still take his donkey dick.  Hopefully, this wasn't the last time, either.

	His dick jerked inside me three times.  That had always been his
way of letting me know I had it all and that he was gonna pound me good
until he nutted.  But, this time, he leaned over my back and kissed my neck
and ears as he slowly withdrew to the thick head and slowly plunged back
in.  With long, deep strokes in and out of my ass and tender kisses on my
neck, he made love to me.

	How did this happen?  What's gotten into this man who used to use
me as his private cum dump?  I wasn't complaining!  But, it was such a
departure from what I'd remembered of our fevered couplings in college.

	"You like it?" he breathed hotly into my ear.

	"Oh, fuck yeah, G Man!  No one fucks as good as you do," I assured
him.

	He kissed me on the neck and nibbled my left ear.  His hot breath
made me shiver with delight.  "Let's get tested so we can do this bareback,
Baby," he suggested.  I moaned an agreement, willing to agree to just about
anything to keep his big dick up my ass.

	He rode higher on my back, fucking down into my ass.  I knew he
loved doing that.  It made his dick harder and my ass tighter somehow.  He
didn't increase the pace, but I knew he was getting dangerously close to
his climax.  His breathing was ragged, his dick was hard as steel and
jerking inside me, and his thrusts into me were punctuated with his hands
pulling my hips into each powerful lunge.

	"I'm gonna nut!" he warned in a strangled whisper.  I spread my ass
wider and worked every internal ass muscle I had.  I wanted him to remember
why he loved to fuck me.  With one savage thrust, he held my ass against
his hips and shot heavy squirts of jizz into the capturing condom.  His
body jerked hard with each climax wave as he flopped on my back totally out
of control.  His climaxes always did render him boneless (except for the
massive bone up my ass).

	My hands held his clenching ass cheeks, feeling the power in them
as he squirted more of his baby batter into the condom.  I smiled again
when I recalled how often I felt him climax inside me bareback in college.
His shots of man seed warmed my guts, feeling like jets of warm batter
squirting into me.  I loved that feeling.

	He collapsed on to my back, panting and jerking as the last
vestiges of his climax finally waned.  "You've gotten better," he finally
said.

	"So have you," I smiled over my shoulder.  "You make love now, G,
not just fuck.  When did that happen?"

	"Just now."

	"Yeah?"

	He nodded and squeezed me tightly against his chest.  His dick
jerked inside me again.  "I'd better pull out before I lose the condom
inside you," he finally sighed.

	We decoupled and flopped on to the bed next to each other.  He
rolled off the condom, wound it a couple of times and tied a knot in it.
Then, he tossed it over my chest into the trash.  I rolled on to my stomach
and fished it out of the trash, biting off the end and sucking his jizz
down my throat.

	"Damn, Baby!  That's kinky," he laughed, kissing my ass again while
I remained on my stomach sucking the last dribbles of cum from the spent
condom.

	His tongue darted between my ass cheeks and I felt the wet oral
digit descend into my fucked hole.  "Who's being kinky now?" I laughed back
at him.

	"I've often wondered what it would be like to nut in your ass and
eat my load out," he admitted.  "That's pretty weird, isn't it?"

	"Not as weird as licking your dick off after you've fucked me.
Remember how I used to do that all the time, clean your dick off that way?"

	He grinned broadly.  "Yeah, I remember very well.  That's what made
me wonder what it would be like to eat your ass after I loaded it up."  He
moved closer, then, he kissed me.  I was astonished.  I still had his cum
in my mouth and he was working his tongue around inside, searching for it!

	"Damn, G!  You're full of surprises," I finally sputtered when we
broke the kiss.

	He grinned again and said, "Watch this!"  G turned around and
rolled me on to my back.  He sat on my face (which he knew I loved) and
started sucking my hard dick.  He sure wasn't drunk on a partial glass of
wine, so was he hitting the weed?  I didn't think so.  None of the signs
were there.  But, right now, I didn't care.  His wet mouth on my throbbing
dick felt good!

	He blew me for a few moments more before he pulled off and said,
"Hand me a condom from the drawer, Ty."  I know I looked perplexed, but I
dug out another condom and handed it to him.  G Man was a great fuck, but
his recovery wasn't that fast.  Maybe, he'd been training himself to get it
up again faster than before.  But, with his ass in my face, I couldn't tell
if he had his erection back.

	When he turned, I checked him out.  No, his dick wasn't hard.

      He ripped the foil from the packet and began applying the condom to
my dick!  "What's happenin', G?" I wondered.

	"You're gonna fuck me," he replied matter-of-factly.

	"Uh, G?  You ever done this before?"

	He shook his head to the negative.  "Nope."

	"You sure you wanna do this?" I hedged.

	He looked me in the eye and smiled.  "I've never wanted anything
more in my life, Ty."  He reached over me and snared a small squirt bottle
of lube.  "I understand that I have more control in this position as to how
fast and how far your dick goes up my ass," he added, applying a generous
amount of the lube to my bagged dick and even more lube to his virgin hole.

	"Man, I'm kinda big; certainly not by your standards, but your ass
is gonna know," I warned him.

	"I gotta find out, Ty, and you're the one I want to bust my
cherry," he said firmly.

	He squatted over my 8" tower of manhood and pressed it against his
tight pucker.  The head popped in and he winced, his face screwed up in
searing pain.  "Fuck!" he exploded, pulling away and massaging his asshole
with two fingers.

	"The first time always stings," I soothed.  "Take it slower.  The
next time will be easier."

	"Damn, that more than stings!" he hissed.  "How can you take my big
dick up your ass?"

	"With lube and practice," I answered directly.  "Your ass feeling
better yet?"

	He nodded and squatted again.  His face was screwed up tight, like
he knew it was going to hurt again.  "You're too tense," I warned him.
"You gotta relax.  Let me massage your hole for a couple of minutes.  Maybe
I can loosen it up that way."  I rubbed a finger over his tight pucker
until it relaxed a little.  Then, I slipped a finger inside and moved it
around, reminding him every few seconds to relax.  A second finger slipped
in and he reacted only slightly.  "More lube," I directed.  G had been
stroking my dick lightly, keeping it hard for his ass.  He added more lube
to my dick and to his ass.

	"Okay.  I think I'm ready to try again," he smiled tentatively.

	He aimed my dick at his ass and I pulled my two fingers from his
hole.  My dick slipped in easily.  His ass lips clamped down tight.
"Relax," I reminded him.  The death grip on my dick eased and I slid two
more inches into him.  A smile spread over his face.  "Yeah, that's it,
nice and slow," I soothed.

	"Do that again!" he whispered hoarsely.  "My dick jerked hard."  I
pulled back a little and pushed in again.  "Oh, yeah!" he crooned as he
bounced lightly on my thick dickhead, loving how my flared knob rubbed
gently over his prostate.  "Damn, Baby!  You'll have me cumming again.
This is good!"

	I smiled up at him.  His tight ass lips and chute muscles chewed
hungrily at my dick, gradually sucking most of my hard dick into him.  He
relished how deeply he was able to take me, but always returned to rocking
and bouncing on the thick head of my phallus.  His closed eyes and broad
grin spoke volumes of the pleasure he was enjoying.

	"Let's try flipping you over and going for missionary position," I
suggested.  He flipped on to his back and I re-entered him.  His smile grew
broader as his ass ate more dick inches.  But, I was grimacing, trying to
hold back.  The change in position caused me to fuck down into him instead
of up.  That made all the difference.

	With a suddenness that surprised both of us, I grabbed his hips and
rammed deep.  My back arched and my full nuts kicked.  I was nutting hard.
I never wanted to stop cumming deep in his very tight, virgin ass.  Wave
after wave of sperm jetted into the condom as my nuts bucked and sprayed.
Without the condom, I know I'd have filled him up.  It'd been three days
since I'd pumped out a creamy load.

	His hands pulled on my ass, urging me to fuck him harder and
faster.  His dick flopped wetly on his abs as I powerfucked his eager,
virgin asshole.  Slimy precum oozed from his dick as my thick baby-maker
plundered his prostate.

	I leaned in and kissed him softly.  He returned the kiss, with his
hands still pulling me hard into him.  "I knew it would be good with you,"
he finally sighed as our lips parted.  I pulled out slowly, holding the
condom in place so it wouldn't leak.  "Your next load goes in my mouth," he
promised.  I kissed him again, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the
trash.

	My hard body lay atop him as he lowered his legs.  "You're a
natural," I smiled.  "But, this monster dick isn't gonna be wasted with my
dick up your ass every time we fuck," I promised.  "I remember very well
how good it feels inside me."

	"We gotta get tested, Ty," he insisted.  "I need to feel you nut
inside me, just like you felt me fill you up when we were in school."

	"I got tested a month ago," I assured him.  "I got the paperwork
around here somewhere.  But, I've been with a couple of guys at the gym
since then, so I need to be tested again for your sake."

	"We could go together tomorrow at lunch time.  Can you get away?" G
Man asked.

	"I'm sure I can," I responded.  "At the county Health Department
clinic downtown?"

	He nodded.  "Call me if you're running late.  Want me to pick you
up?"

	"Nah, it's only a couple of blocks from where I work.  I'll meet
you in the lobby downstairs at five after."

	"I can't wait.  I really wanna get with you again and again," G Man
purred nuzzling my neck.  "You better than anyone I've ever been with.  Too
bad I didn't see it when we were in college and were fuckin' roommates!"

	"You were doin' the fuckin' and I was lovin' every inch of it!" I
crowed.

	"How come you let me use you like that?"

	"It was great sex.  Why not let you use me for your sexual
gratification?  I was enjoying the hell out of it."

	"Didn't you want more?"

	"Of course, I did.  But, I knew you weren't where you could give it
to me.  I knew what it was and I was okay with it," I insisted.  "I'd still
test you, though, to be sure you hadn't changed your mind," I laughed.

	"Yeah, I remember those times.  What a dummy I was."

	"Hindsight is 20/20," I sighed.  "And your hindsight," I added
patting his ass, "is sure looking like it needs some quality seeding as
soon as we get tested!"

	The next day, we got tested.  I hated blood draws.  They could
never find the vein, nearly always hit a tendon instead, and I almost
always passed out.  What a pussy!  But, this time, I managed to keep my
wits about me and didn't keel over.  However, I was very close to blacking
out, when they said I was done and pressed a cotton ball against the wound.
I pressed my finger against it while they prepared a band-aid to put over
it.  That extra time allowed me not to tip over when I stood up.  I'm sure
I was grey as a ghost, but managed to smile at G Man when I went back to
the waiting room.

	"Results in 20 minutes," he reminded me.  I smiled weakly and sat
down hard beside him.  "You don't look so good," he said, stating the
obvious.

	"I'm a bad patient when it comes to blood draws," I confessed.
"You might as well know, I nearly always pass out."

	"Poor baby," he consoled, patting my hand.  "You okay?"

	"Yeah, this time I didn't black out, but I was sure close to it.  I
warned them it might happen again, so they were ready for me.  They had me
lying down instead of sitting in a chair."

	"Good idea.  I'm sure they've done this many times before," he
added reassuringly.  "I knew a guy who would faint out anytime he saw
blood, even a small scratch, he'd be out like a light.  Big fucker, too!"

	"Takes all kinds, I guess."

	We nervously paged through magazines awaiting our results.  When
his name was called, he rose and went with the counselor.  I was called a
couple of minutes later.  My results were negative again.  I asked if I
could bareback and he said no.  Never bareback!  But, I told him it was
monogamous.  How much can you trust him, the counselor asked.  Completely,
I thought.  Still, his question worked in the back of my mind.  Could I?
Maybe for the first few weeks I could, but what about after that?  If he
went to the same kind of gym I did, there were all kinds of temptations
there that sucked, fucked, and rimmed in the sauna or steam room.  And I'd
been one of the participants many times!  They weren't exactly
discriminating when it came to condom usage.  And what kind of example was
I setting when I worked for an agency that told my bruthas to bag it, every
time?

	When I met G back in the waiting room, he was all smiles.  But,
that changed rapidly when he saw my face.  "Bad news?" he ventured.

	"Uh, oh, no, good news, but I'm thinking about my position at the
agency and what we preach there.  And here I am gettin' ready to ignore it
and bareback with you," I sighed.  "I shouldn't take loads from anyone."

	"Well, I'm disappointed, but you're right," G Man agreed.

	"I hate being right!" I exclaimed.

	"Better than being dead!" G Man countered.

	"Well, I know right now that both of us are negative, so we could,
if we wanted to," I ventured.

	"You know I want to, Ty!  Let's talk about it tonight.  I'll fix
dinner and we'll discuss it," G suggested.

	"You're on!" I agreed.

	After dinner, we lay in bed, discussing our immediate future.  We
were slowly jacking each other.  I definitely had the better deal with his
huge dick.  I'd already decided that afternoon that we were going to
bareback.  I knew if I delayed the decision until I had him in my arms, I'd
bareback for sure.

	I had talked to one of my best friend who worked in the agency.  He
encouraged me to do what I thought was right and to do it now.  Later would
take the decision out of my hands as G Man would have had too many
opportunities to fuck around.  After reviewing the pros and cons with G
again, I announced that I was ready to fuck bareback with him.  He grinned
at me and said, "Who takes it first?"  I shrugged and suggested that I'd
probably nut if he started fucking me first.  "What position you want me
in, then?" he asked.

	"I wanna start you on your hands and knees so I can eat out that
beautiful ass and flood it with my baby batter," I whispered hoarsely.
Just the thought of tapping his muscle ass again was making my dick drip
precum.

	G moved into position and I knelt on the floor to get a good angle
on that incredible muscle butt of his.  I breathed hotly on his ass trench
and kissed both cheeks before I rocketed my tongue into his tight pucker.
He winced, but relaxed quickly after the sudden assault.  I reached between
his legs and gently stroked his hard dick, then kissed his full nuts.  He
moaned as loudly as I did.

	My hands pulled his glutes apart and speared my tongue into his
hole again and again.  When his love chute relaxed and finally opened
slightly, I ran my oral digit around his ass lips.  The more I rimmed him,
the more he pushed his ass into my face.

	After a few more minutes, I stood behind him and pressed my bloated
8" dick against his soaked manhole.  Again, G Man pushed back into me.  My
thick dickhead popped through the tight opening and his ass lips clamped
tightly behind the head.  I held motionless while I allowed him time to get
used to my thickness again.  Just to be sure, I added a few drops of lube
to ease the entry.  He sighed as more inches descended into his love canal.

	When my wiry pubes pressed against his stretched opening, he
groaned and grabbed my ass to pull me in tightly.  My dick jerked and
leaked more precum.  Yeah, bareback is HOT!  This was turning me on so much
that it was likely I'd not get much time in the saddle.  A condom dulls
sensitivity to some degree.  This was the Full Monty!

	I leaned over his back and kissed his neck and ears like I had last
night.  He purred with pleasure.  My rhythm was leisurely.  I didn't want
to nut too fast.  Both of us needed to enjoy our first barebacking session
as much as possible.  If I weren't careful, I'd enjoy it too much and cream
his hole instantly.

	"You're the best fuck I've ever had," G Man moaned.

	"I'm the ONLY fuck you've ever had," I reminded him.

	"Well, this is even better than last night when you took my
virginity, then."

	I laughed at his parsing.  "What makes it better?" I wondered
aloud.

	"It feels different, smoother, more intimate, and I'm not as afraid
of the pain as I was yesterday.  This is love-making the way men should do
it all the time," he began.  "It's just hard to explain, I guess.  This
just feels better somehow."

	I let that pass, trying not to concentrate on the signals my dick
was sending me.  My need to seed, though, was building.  I tried to
concentrate on kissing his neck and ears.  But, that only elicited moans
and ass gyrations from him.  I warned him to stop working his ass against
my dick, but he only looked over his shoulder and grinned at me.  Clearly,
I wasn't going to be able to hold out.  Finally, I gave in, telling myself
that there would be more times tonight to ride his hungry ass longer.

	"Ah, FUCK!" I bellowed.  "Gonna cum!"  My dick raced into his ass
as my hands held his ass hard against my hips.  I felt my nuts kick and my
dick jerk.  Sperm raced down the length of my dick and sprayed deep and
hard into G Man.

	"Dayum!  I can feel your nut jet into me.  This is so fuckin'
GREAT!" he roared.  "Fuck me, Man.  Pound my butt.  BREED ME!"

	I was so out of control as I seeded him that I couldn't coherently
complete a sentence or a phrase.  I couldn't recall ever cumming that hard
or that much.  My dick fired again and again, adding more dick gravy to his
welcoming ass.  Waves of climax crashed over me.  I couldn't stop my hips
from pumping him deeper and harder as more sperm jetted up his butt.  His
hands on my ass urged me to fuck him faster and harder.  He couldn't get
enough of what I was serving up.

	We collapsed on to the bed.  G Man stretched out beneath me, my
hard dick still firing into him as I spasmed helplessly on his back.  My
hips kept thrusting.  Even though my nuts were probably empty, my libido
wanted to force ever drop of baby gravy into him.  More shudders raged
through my body.  G kept his hands on my ass, not letting me pull out.
With barebacking, there was no point in pulling out.  The sperm was already
inside him, delivered deep and warm.

	Our panting and moaning subsided, but I didn't move off his back,
nor did he want me to.  This was the way man-to-man sex was supposed to be
conducted.  No small wonder that the brothers I was trying to reach in our
program continued to bareback with strangers on the DL.  I knew now why our
agency didn't have a very good record in convincing men who had sex with
men to always wear a condom.  This barebacking felt so much better.  It
gave me a better perspective, but I wasn't thinking about that at the
moment.  My only thoughts were about how much I enjoyed finally barebacking
the man who had sprayed so much nut juice into me when we were in college.
Payback was great!

	Eventually, I rolled off him.  He was immediately up on his hands
and knees, swooped in and sucked my deflating dick into his mouth.  I tried
to push him away because of sensitivity, but he wouldn't budge.  He only
sucked less ardently.  I could deal with that.

	I told him to turn around so I could lick his ass.  He instantly
obeyed.  My tongue snagged a few dribbles of my load that had leaked from
his well-fucked manhole.  It tasted like fresh dick cream with a hint of
ass.  I loved that combination.  That's why I'd always cleaned off his dick
after he'd nutted in my ass when we were in college.  This tasted a little
different because it was a different ass, my ass!

      Yeah, I could get used to this.



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