Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2014 18:40:01 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: He Was Hard v. 3

He Was Hard v. thrreeeee
by Jon Hold
 Copyright ©2014 by the author


He was hard. His belly was hard and flexing along it's rippled length. His
sides were hard and taut with sheets of striated muscle. His back was hard,
cords of muscle pulling and twisting. His ass was hard, it's heavy mass of
muscle under the erotic curve of his buttocks clenching and contracting
over and over as he drove his hot, precum dripping cock down my throat. My
name's Tomi and I was letting this kid bash my face with his thick, black
pubic hair because I liked the way his balls kept hitting my throat. Truth
be known, I also liked the feel of his hard nine inches being rammed down
my throat and the feeling of being submissive to this randy stud. I grabbed
his ass and pulled him against my face as hard as I could, driving his cock
as deep into me as it would go. He reached down across my back and grabbed
my ass in one of his powerful hands. He lifted his hand and, "WHACK!!!"
slapped my ass so hard that I could feel the sting all the way up my
back. I bit into the base of his cock and shook my head, defying him to try
that again.

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK!!!

Sobbing, I gargled his cock and shot my load across the floor, jamming a
finger up his ass as my balls exploded. My finger barely touched his
prostate and his cock swelled and belched a huge dollop of rich cum
directly into my belly. I wanted to taste his cum, but the feeling of this
breeder shooting down my throat just like he'd get some bitch pregnant was
just too good to change. Dad had sent me out to find Grandpa a stud to live
with and this one felt like he'd work just fine. He had some rough edges,
but Grandpa liked a challenge.

This guy, everyone called him "Sharp" for god's sake, finally pushed me off
his dick, leaving plenty of his taste in my mouth to make me happy. "Damn!"
he panted, "No one has ever sucked my cock like that before! I've never cum
that hard before."

I stood up and got back under my own spray in the School's community
shower. This rough, tough street kid had retorted "Suck my dick," when I
tried to introduce myself so I'd dropped to my knees and taught him a
lesson. Now he was hanging onto the showerhead trying to keep his wobbly
knees under him. I laughed, "Like I said, my name's 'Tomi'. Glad to meet
ya."

He shook his head to clear his vision. "Yeah. No shit! You always do that
to strangers you meet?"

"Nope. Only the ones that ask politely."

We both laughed at that. He shook his head and said, "Man, you take some
outrageous chances."

"No. I just know who and what I am, and enjoy life to the fullest, Sharp. I
don't let what other people think make me dress or act the way they expect
me too. If I like someone and they make me horny, I just ask them to fuck
me. If they ask first it just makes it all that much better for me."

"Wow. You mean that if I said, "Let's fuck," that you'd let me into your
ass, just like that?"

"Well, not "...just like that!" but you've got the essential idea right."

"Shit! That's something dude." Sharp looked my tight, hard body over and
just shook his head.

We dried off and went back into the locker room to get dressed. I was
pulling on some fresh underwear and Sharp was pulling on his leather pants
when I asked, "You want to fuck me here, or in my bedroom at home?"

He got wide-eyed and looked around to see if anyone could hear what I was
saying, "Shit man, you can't say stuff like that in public. And what makes
you think I'd wanna fuck you anyway?"

"Well, we ain't in public, everyone else is gone, and maybe your hard dick
and the way you keep watching my ass say you wanna fuck me. So, my place or
yours wise guy!"

He shook his head and snapped his pants, "You're fucking crazy, man!"

Crazy or not, he followed me home. It blew him away when he found out
"home" was the penthouse of the poshest hotel in town. My "Housekey"
operated an elevator with only one button that opened directly into our
living room. This guy was hot, the way he walked and acted. Real street
tough and hard case and all that. I wanted to see if he could use his body
for something other than showing off. If that bulge in his pants was good
for something beyond flaunting and flashing at the girls. Oh, he'd fucked
my throat real good, but anyone can get wild while getting head. He was
playing my Harley pinball machine when I decided to get things moving. I
got down on my knees between him and the machine and started licking and
chewing on his cock through his leather pants. He tried to act like nothing
special was happening and that people chewed on his dick all the time. I
just settled in and enjoyed feeling his meat grow hard.

Sharp finally gave up trying to concentrate on the game and unsnapped his
pants, folding the fly back so I could bury my nose in his crotch hair and
lick the base of his hard cock where it laid exposed before taking off up
under the hard stretched leather to where the cockhead laid buried up
against his hip over nine inches away. Sharp went back to playing his game
and I started licking and sucking and trying to free his cock using only my
lips and tongue. We both enjoyed the process.

I finally worked his entire cock free and deepthroated it right down to the
root. When I finally ran out of air I pulled all the way off and watched
his swollen wet throbber wave gently back and forth. His foreskin was
pushed completely back off his broad cockhead, the rim bright red where I'd
so carefully and thoroughly cleaned it of any trace of cock cheese. The net
of thick veins was distended from all my sucking and looked gnarly. My
asshole clenched, knowing what a beating those protrudent veins were likely
to give it. His cock and my mouth both drooling, I asked Sharp if he wanted
me to go ahead and suck him off so he could fuck me longer, or if he wanted
to fuck me right up front.

Sharp mumbled a low "mmmmmmmmmmm" while he thought it over and played an
especially active part of the game. Once things settled down on the pinball
table, he looked down at me and said, "Why don't you suck on it and I'll
let you know later if I'm going to cum in your mouth or fuck it up your
ass."

I smiled up at the big stud and said, "Sure, no problem." His cock felt
great going back down my throat.

There's something about being allowed to leisurely suck on an imposing cock
at my own pace that mesmerizes me. I just get lost in a total sea of
sensations. My hands cruising a really fine, hard, leather-covered
ass. Belly hair against my forehead. The dizzy, muzzy feeling induced by
keeping my face buried in a thick, plush pubic thicket until anoxia forces
me to slide down the thick, spit-slick column far enough to allow me a
breath of fresh, crotch odorized air. The idea that the stud is occupied
with other things, playing a game, washing dishes, running a lathe, but
allowing me to suck on his man organ purely because I love to suck cock so
much. He has no need or immediate intention of getting a nut... he's just
being nice to me by letting me have what I want. Grandpa will sometimes let
me suck him for hours while he reads or studies or uses the computer. But
Sharp was the first boy near my own age with the self-restraint to allow me
the privilege of sucking him just to please myself. I could only hope that
Sharp would be able to be just as relaxed and magnanimous when it became
time for him to piss down my throat.



Afterword: These three stories are just me playing around with an idea. I
hope you enjoy.

Jon


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