Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2012 15:05:52 -0400
From: Bi Cruiser <bicruiser@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Life of Frustration - Destiny

Destiny

Once the dam broke, the flood began. I had spent all those years in sexual
frustration, denying myself the craving in my soul. After my reluctant
surrender on my knees in a dark video booth at a far distant adult
bookstore, I began a whole new life of passion and pleasure. I related in
previous stories the details of my lifelong frustration and eventual
capitulation. The place of my moral defeat I nicknamed Pokémon as
descriptive of the cock coming through the hole in the wall of that booth
which changed my life forever. With that first event, I relived a youthful
sexual indiscretion that both plagued and titillated me for more than
thirty-five years. At twelve years of age, I had experienced the thrill of
sucking a beautiful cock until it exploded its massive reserves of sperm
into my mouth and eventually my stomach and my memory.

That fateful day in the video booth, when I relived that formative action
of youth all those many years later, marked a considerable change in my
behavior. You see, it removed everything that inhibited my desire for
sperm. I needed it and from that moment on, I sought it out. Amazingly,
after performing that first blow job as an adult, I stayed in that booth
and serviced three more cocks and swallowed three more loads of delicious
cum. If there were more guys in the store at the time I would have done
more. It was only when the supply of cocks was exhausted that I finally
left the store. However, I returned to continue with my quest for sperm
many, many times thereafter.

Upon leaving the adult bookstore, I was aware of the smell of male musk on
my breath and the thick coating that lined my mouth and throat and would
stop into the little convenience store at the opposite end of the
strip-mall containing the bookstore. This was the only building along this
rural remote stretch of highway for miles around and was surrounded by
heavy woods and sprawling farms. It was so remote that there wasn't even a
barn in sight. The building use to house a number of stores but only the
book store and the convenience store remained with six empty storefronts
between them. There was never anybody but the clerk in that little store
whenever I went in. The clerk was a young boy, probably a high school kid
working for some pocket money. He was extremely friendly and struck up a
conversation every time I went in to buy a bottle of diet Coke and a pack
of peppermint BreathSavers for added assurance. The Coke did a reasonable
job of cleaning out my mouth after 20 ounces or so but I always popped a
handful of the BreathSavers before going into my house in the case of Kelly
or the kids intercepting me on the way to the bathroom where I washed my
face and hands and brushed my teeth and gargled to hide my shame.

My trips to Pokémon became more and more frequent and my visits to the
convenience store continued. The conversations with the boy became longer
and longer and more personal in nature. It turns out that he was a high
school junior and his father owned the store and the entire shopping
center. He said that the rent from the adult bookstore was carrying his
store. His dad kept it open because the nearest grocery store was almost 20
miles away and the locals used his store for their essentials. Funny, but
no one came in at any time I was in there. That may be why the boy was so
friendly given the chance to speak with someone.

I got to learn a lot about the boy given the frequency I was in there and
missed seeing him the couple of times the store was closed. On a rare time
I happened to be there during an afternoon, I met a woman who must have
been his mother. She was just as friendly and very pretty. I could
immediately see the family resemblance. She looked kind of young to be his
mother and I guess could have been his older sister. I didn't bring up that
I knew the boy, who, by the way I found out is named Slate, a singularly
strong boy's name. I did tell Slate the next time I saw him that I met his
pretty mother and he smiled and confirmed she was his mom. When he smiled,
he looked just like her. I was struck by this flash of his beauty. It
wasn't quite as apparent when he wasn't smiling but he was a good looking
boy none the less. But when smiling, his face lit up and his eyes shone and
his bright white teeth and flushed thick lips made him look kind of
feminine; pretty. My mind went immediately back to Larry my childhood
friend. He was also a good looking boy with several feminine
characteristics. I know that my lifelong fantasies centered on his
beautiful penis but I can't help but believe now that my attraction may
really have been more encompassing. I didn't want to think that I was
queer. Even now while I am sucking so many cocks and swallowing massive
amounts of cum, I don't consider myself homosexual. My focus was strictly
on cock and cum and not on the man; not on the man.

Who am I kidding? I'm standing only a couple of feet away from this
beautiful boy and I cannot say that I am not interested in him sexually. I
am! As Slate was talking, I was examining my conscience and motivation for
driving all of this way. Sure, at first it was the cock, but now, I don't
know. During the long drive, I would think of Slate. I would picture him
and anticipate our meeting. I even rushed through a few blow jobs to get
them over with and get to his store. Amazingly, I came to the realization
that he was my motivation. I had been extremely disappointed the times I
drove all that way and he wasn't there or the store was closed. I feel
really happy when he was there and I'd been spending more and more time in
his store, even more than in the video booth next door. But what was I to
do? He is so young?Too young.

On one visit, after a very disappointing string of old cocks with miserly
amounts of cum, I strolled into Slate's store and was looking very
dejected. He asked me what was wrong. At first, I didn't know how to answer
but finally blurted out that there wasn't very much action tonight. He
looked perplexed and my answer and finally asked me what I meant. I asked
him if he knew what went on next store and was amazed that he had no
idea. He thought they just sold girly magazines. I told him that a lot more
than that was happening in there but he would have to be older before I
would tell him. He looked insulted and obviously hurt by my abrupt
answer. He told me that he thought I was his friend and would tell me
anything. I was then the one hurt and maybe embarrassed. I had no I idea
that he felt any special relationship with me other than as a
client-customer. I immediately realized that I could be messing up a good
thing. I just convinced myself that I had a relationship with him albeit a
needy one but I didn't want to jeopardize it. In a split second, I made the
choice to tell him the truth; well, at least describe what goes on next
store.

I told him I was sorry for what I said and proceeded to describe what was
in the store and how the place was laid out. I described the type and
content of the magazines and DVD's they were selling and then described the
toys and devices that lined the walls and shelves. I mentioned the arcade
and booths but not in any great detail lest I reveal what I was doing in
there. He seemed satisfied and didn't immediately pick up on the booths but
had a lot of questions about the sex toys. They seemed to intrigue him. I
described the various cock rings, sex dolls, dildos and vibrators they sold
which really got him going. He asked about how they were used and got very
flushed as I explained it to him. I had limited my description to female
use but, being very observant, he asked what all of those men going in and
out of the store did with them. I was very forthright with him and
explained how guys masturbated using dildos and vibrators on their cock and
balls and sometimes on and up in their assholes. I explained how they
enhanced their excitement and helped amplify their climax. By that time he
was breathing rather heavily and sporting a very large tent in the front of
his pants. He clearly had a substantial endowment.

For the first time while I was in the store someone came in just as things
were getting heated. Slate was obviously embarrassed by his red face and
huge erection plainly visible to all. He quickly grabbed a towel he used to
wipe down the countertops, covered his erection and scooted behind the
counter. I realized looking at his handsome red face that he hadn't been
the least shy about sporting a boner in front of me. In an attempt to bring
the tension down, I got my Coke and mints and brought them to the counter
to pay for them. That kind of got his mind back to business and the flush
started to leave his face. The lady that came in came up behind me with an
arm full of merchandise and I took my change and headed for the door. To my
surprise, Slate called out asking me not to leave yet. He took care of the
customer and locked the door behind her as she left. There we were alone
and would now not be disturbed.

Slate told me to follow him into the back room so he could shut off the
lights. The room was surprisingly clean and spacious. There were some
shelves with extra stock in storage but the room was mostly empty. There
were two doors on the wall opposite storage. A toilet was visible through
the door that was slightly ajar but the other one was closed. Slate flicked
the light switches which shut off all but the night lighting and went over
to the closed door and asked me to following him. The door led to what was
a room cordoned off from the back of the adjacent vacant store. After
turning on the light we were in a kind of living room. It had a comfortable
looking over-stuffed sofa and a couple of upholstered chairs and a leather
recliner. There was carpeting on the floor and a dinette to one side and
through an archway in the wall I could see a full bedroom set. It was
Slates home or as he told me, his home away from home. Since it was Friday
and he didn't have school the next day, he would spend the night there so
he could open and operate the store over the weekend. He asked me to sit
down and get comfortable and if I wanted anything. I raised my bottle of
coke to acknowledge I didn't need a drink and he offered me a selection
from a dozen bags and packs of snacks he presented in a large cardboard
box. I grabbed a bag of pretzels and settled down into a corner of the
couch.

Slate didn't partake of the snacks or drink and settled onto the couch
directly next to me and placed his arm along the back cushion so that his
forearm was inches from my neck. Feeling like a young girl on her first
date, I readjusted my position to turn somewhat so that I was facing him
which moved me a little bit away from his arm but moved my thigh to rest
directly against his. The sofa was so overstuffed that we were sort of
enveloped in it and were pressed together no matter how we
maneuvered. Eventually, we were turned facing one other with our knees
gently resting on each other's. I was surprised at the turn of events. We
went from casual conversations in a public, although unobserved for most of
the time, to a very intimate private setting where things could go in
almost any direction. I was getting very nervous. It was only 8 pm but I
still had an hour's drive to get home to my family. Kelly surely would want
to know where I was and what I was doing if I got home too late and, I was
thinking that 9 to 9:30 was as late as she would tolerate. But, as I looked
at this handsome boy across from me and think of where this thing could go,
I made the conscious decision to cast my fate with the night.

After settling in, Slate seemed to be looking into my eyes in what I
interpreted as a come-hither gaze. I was getting excited and promptly
popped a boner which didn't go without his notice. He lowered his eyes and
stared at the tent I was presenting and broke into a big smile. He told me
he was happy that he wasn't the only one to whom those kinds of things
happen. That statement put it all out on the table for us to deal with. No
longer feeling nervous, I returned his smile and acknowledged that fact but
complemented him by telling him that I could never measure up to what I saw
of him earlier. The fact that this kid was only 16 completely escaped me or
was banished from my mind. He looked back to my eyes in the same way Kelly
use to do when we were first dating. I felt that he was offering himself to
me but I wanted to take this thing slowly in case I was misreading him. The
last thing I wanted to do was scare him off. My desires now were focused on
sucking his apparently big dick.

Slate leaned his head demurely against his arm which was lying along the
top of the sofa back. It was a very gay move. I was convincing myself that
this kid was up for it - so to speak. He coyly asked me what I do when I'm
in the bookstore. I took a deep breath in an attempt to stall and raised my
arm to lay it along his at the top of the couch. I fumbled a bit with the
amount of contact with his arm and ended up placing mine directly on his
with my hand resting on his bicep nearly touching his cheek. Things were
moving fast. I wanted to reach out and touch his face. His arm was soft and
warm, almost like Kelly's. I was trying to think of something to say but
decided to tell him the truth. That should either end this session abruptly
or take it to the next level.

I described the video booths and the holes in the wall. I told him how guys
put there cocks through the holes and expect special attention. By this
time he too was tenting his pants only I could see that his boner was
caught up in the fabric as it was pulled tight by the way he was
sitting. The bigger he got, the more uncomfortable it looked and it showed
in his face. I interrupted the description of what goes on in the booths to
suggest that he adjust himself to get more comfortable. He didn't hesitate
and with his free hand wrestled with the fabric of his pants and eventually
grabbed his massive prick and guided it to comfort. This display only
served to push me almost to the limit. My cock was throbbing and straining
at my zipper. I wanted to rip his pants open and dive on his cock. I
couldn't take my eyes off of it. He asked me to tell him more and I obliged
his curiosity. He began to move and I thought he was getting up from the
couch but, instead, he moved closer to me. When I looked up, his face was
right there. I could feel his breath. So close was he that all I could see
were his eyes. My heart was pounding and breathing became difficult. This
was going somewhere I had never been before. This was not about cock. This
was about him, the boy. This had emotion to it.

Slate was breathing as hard as I was. I was wondering if this was as new to
him as it was to me or was it for him just another encounter. At this
point, just as with Kelly so long ago, I didn't care anymore. As the
aggressor, he pressed his advantage and closed the gap between our
mouths. Contact was electrifying. His lips were full and firm but gentle on
mine. I could feel a slight quiver on them that revealed the emotion
surging within him. This was not prurient. It was tender and loving and not
at all what I was expecting. I was not sure how to respond so I just went
with it since this was not going to be a video booth blow job. I returned
his kiss and felt his lips part and the kiss began getting wet and more
ardent. Not knowing what to expect, I was surprised the taste of him was
very like the taste of my wife. I was immediately struck by the realization
that Kelly was the only other person I ever kissed with this level of
passion. Shit, I was kidding myself because passion level had nothing to do
with it since Kelly was the only person I ever kissed on the mouth.

Slate was breathing so rapidly that I was concerned he would pass out. I
put my arms around him and laid him back in the cushions never once
breaking the contact between our lips. We slipped further down as he
settled flat on his back with my body completely covering his. He brought
his knees up with my legs between them to lock us into position.

It was my turn to be the aggressor so I upped the ante by pressing my
tongue between his open lips and against his teeth. His fluids were
intoxicating and he opened his mouth to grant more access to it. Our
tongues slowly entwined in a gentle caress. He was having difficulty
breathing and occasionally breathed into our joined mouths with a soft
grunt causing both our cheeks to puff out until I pulled his precious
breath into my lungs. I could feel the highest volume of his breath on my
cheek pulsing through his flaring nostrils. I began a slow and methodical
search of the inside of his mouth with my tongue. I slid around his slick
white teeth searching each one out for its own inspection and adoration. I
swabbed the inside of his cheeks and collected his sweet saliva for my own
consumption. I pressed my tongue between his gums and cheek and swiped
along each side of his mouth both up and down and always returning to the
entanglement of tongues. He began a mellow groan deep in his throat that
resonated within our joined mouths and drove me to a level of sensual
pleasure I never before reached. It was then that I noticed his huge cock
pressing against mine.

I was at a sexual breaking point. Nothing was going to stop me now. I
reached down between us and grabbed his cock through the material layers of
his pants and underwear. It was better than I could have imagined. Hard and
throbbing, I could feel its prodigious length and reasonable girth, just
perfect to fit for my mouth. My mind was already exploring the possibility
of attempting to deepthroat it. His reaction to my touch was just as
rewarding. He groaned loudly and exhaled into my mouth with such force as
to break our oral connection. He started thrashing his head from side to
side as I tried to stroke his cock confined by layers of cloth. I arched my
back supporting my position above him without causing him discomfort. I
ended up spanning his torso balanced on one elbow pressing on the cushion
along side of his chest and my knees between his. Actually, it was one knee
since when I twisted my side to free the arm holding his cock, it was
easier to balance on a single knee. This position would have been untenable
had I not steadied myself with the free hand that had just held his
treasure. I pressed my palm to his lower abdomen and was trying to move it
up to a better balance point by sliding it up his torso. My hand slid under
his shirt to contact hot naked male flesh. I was amazed at just how hard it
was. His abdomen actually felt like an erect penis. I could feel the ridged
muscle under his skin unencumbered by layers of fat that most guys
have. The skin could actually move over the hard substrate like that on a
ridged over excited phallus. I suddenly pushed up to regain my knees and
accidently pressed on his abdomen hard enough to make him wince.

Kneeling upright between his legs I surveyed his body, my imagination
trying to envision what it looked like in the flesh beneath the dark
teeshirt. Breaking my stare, I looked at his face and was shocked by his
tortured expression. His lips were severely swollen as were his eyes which
were squinted and full of watery tears. I couldn't tell if he was in pain
or passion. Compassionately, I leaned over with my arms straddling his body
and placed a soft kiss on those distended red lips. Tears finally flowed
from the corners of his eyes as our lips again met. He threw his arms
around my neck and resumed the heated kiss that I had abruptly
interrupted. He began to whimper and then sop into my mouth. Beyond my
control, my own eyes welled in sympathy to his anguish and I anointed his
cheeks with my spilling tears.

Our airways, swollen with emotion, limited the supply of life sustaining
oxygen which caused us to again break our embrace so that we could gasp and
inhale fresh air that hadn't been past back and forth between our lungs. I
again sat back to look at this beautiful boy wishing that I could see what
was hidden by his clothing. I had never before been interested in the male
body other than just cock and balls and was excited at this new frontier I
was exploring. I reached down with both hands, grabbing the hem of his
teeshirt and slowly slid it up to the top of his chest taking time to
observe every square inch of new territory as it was revealed to my
eyes. His musculature was that of Adonis. I had pushed the shirt with both
hands gripping it so that it was crumpled under his chin and stretched
tightly beneath his armpits laying bare most of his upper body. .His
chiseled chest was heaving with rapid respiration. I slid a hand down over
it and rested my palm above his pounding heart feeling it resonate with the
beating of my own. At times our beats were in perfect synchronization and
it felt like we were one being, but slowly the harmony would dissipate and
we would drift into counterpart rhythms and this would feel like we were
two separate entities occupying the same space. We were experiencing a
level of connecting intimacy that I never before attained. I removed my
hand and bent down to place my lips lightly onto the skin just vacated by
my palm. I could feel the pounding through my lips and pressed more firmly
as if I could actually kiss his living beating heart.

Tremors began to rack his chest and I looked up to see tears pouring out of
the corners of his eyes as his sobbing became stronger. I hoped that this
was caused by confused emotions and not fear or pain of any kind because I
was beyond the point of no return. I wished he would give me a sign that
would convince me that I wasn't raping him and as if on cue, he started
moaning and encouraging me to go on.

With a green light to proceed, I ran my hand over his washboard abs and
rested my fingers at his navel. Amazingly, it was not and innie or an
outie. It was like a smear of skin pulled tightly across his belly. I could
barely feel the underlying irregularity beneath where the inner scar of
muscle where the connection to his mother once penetrated. The taught
muscles down below were swept into a vee shape that directed attention to
the glory that lay just beneath and hidden from view by his low slung
trousers. I brought my face back to his chest and began kissing and licking
his salt sweaty skin. I sucked lightly on each of his nipples and traced
the outline of every prominent muscle group of his torso with my tongue on
a journey downward which was stymied by his belted pants. I raised myself
up and brought my hands to his buckle and released it quickly followed by
the fastener at the top of his zipper. I pulled that down and placed my
hands at the waistband at each side of his hips and pulled. He obligingly
raised his butt off of the sofa to allow me to remove them. There was a
tremendous scramble as I struggled to get the tight fitting leggings off
when I finally realized they could never come off while he was wearing
shoes. .I again struggled to expose his feet and then, grabbing the heel of
each shoe in my hands and flipped them off so that they landed on either
side of Slate's head causing him to laugh aloud at my clumsiness. I was
risking killing the mood that we had just shared but it all returned when I
grabbed the waistband of his boxers. Slate obviously settled back into the
mood as he stared hungrily into my eyes as I prepared to reveal him. I
broke the stare to pay attention to the unveiling. I pulled the front of
the waistband up and down to unhook his long cock from its cage. A
magnificent penis emerged from its hiding place and seemed to be basking in
the attention I was paying it. I needed to get at it so the boxers had to
go. Unlike his trousers, the underwear came off so quickly it was as if
they just disappeared. I don't know how I did it since my attention never
left his cock. It was magnificent in my eyes as it was fully unveiled. It
was as long as or longer than any I had ever seen but rather slim. The
shaft was straight as an arrow topped by an unexpectedly large mushroom
shaped head. Maybe the mushroom analogy isn't the right one. It really
didn't look like one. The head was much wider than the shaft but it was
also pointy. Staying with the arrow analogy, it was more like an Indian
arrowhead. His balls were pulled up tightly to the base of the shaft and
oblong shaped. They were immense. I couldn't resist it any longer. I
reached out and grabbed the magnificent shaft in both hands and still there
was a hand-width of cock still showing. It felt funny being so slim but it
was as hot and hard as any I had ever felt. I didn't waste any time in
stroking it I just guided to my approaching mouth. The instant my lips
touched that large cockhead it released its load into my mouth. The
pressure of his ejaculate was so great that it forced its way through my
clenched palate and right down my throat but not all of it. The volume of
sperm in that pulse was so great that the tail end of it lacked the force
of the headwater causing a good amount of it to pool on my tongue. The
second through the fifth spurts were even more powerful than and just as
voluminous as the first. There were eleven spurts in all and I had extreme
difficulty containing and consuming them but I did, and didn't lose a drop.

Through all of this, Slate was screaming in ecstasy so loud that I was
fearful that someone would hear us over in the bookstore. Even with all of
the sex going on over there, I never heard anyone as loud as Slate. But, if
anyone noticed, nothing happened as a result.

Slate's cumming did nothing to lessen his excitement. I briefly considered
continuing with the blow job so that I could get another load but I decided
that I needed my own release. Normally, I got my kicks from blowing guys
and swallowing their cum. I would usually wait until I got back home to
either jerk off or nail Kelly to the mattress. This time and with these
strange emotions coursing through me I wanted to cum then and there. Slate
was still thrashing about and his cock was still rock hard. His balls
dropped a bit which drew my attention. I went back down on him to lick
them. As his scrotum relaxed, it enveloped my mouth so I hefted his big
balls and followed the sharp seam running down the middle of his sack with
my tongue until I reached the constriction of his ass crack. He
unexpectedly relaxed the tension and the next thing I knew, my tongue was
on his pucker. This was all new to me and I was a little afraid and totally
clueless. I had seen the videos of this but never thought I would be doing
it.

This new reality was a bit exhilarating. It was really dirty and bad. I was
enjoying this new adventure. I tried to understand my feelings and
sensations and wanted to learn how to please my partner. I had spent a lot
of time and effort perfecting my skills at fallatio and now it is time to
learn some new skills. I traced his bud with my tongue an enjoyed his
reaction. He reflexively raised his legs to give me better access. I did
him one better by pushing his legs up along his chest which presented his
asshole to me on an altar. I began to press into the center of his ring and
felt him relax it to allow my tongue entry. I pushed harder and harder
until it let me enter with little resistance. I licked the rim and fucked
the relaxed hole with my tongue. The taste was bitter and kind of numbing
on my tongue but his obvious joy at what I was doing kept driving me on. I
was worked up and needed release. My cock was about to burst in my pants so
I rocked up onto my knees and dropped my pants and boxers to expose my
straining member.  Slate's eyes widened as he reached out to grab it. I
feared that I would cum from his touch but suppressed those energies as
best I could.

I leaned into him to kiss his lips resulting in my cock lying directly
along his ass crack and on his hole. I could feel his asshole contract and
relax as he tried using it as another sexual appendage. He was trying to
grab my cock with it but it felt to me as though he had another pair of
lips kissing my shaft. I slid it along his ass with longer and longer
strokes occasionally catching his dilated hole with the tip. Each time it
happened, his hole widened and my head began to enter. Every time my cock
caught on his rim, he rotated his hips and pressed up and into me as if to
get it to go in. My climax was approaching and I didn't want to waste it
spilling it on his balls. The next time my cock caught on his sphincter, I
maneuvered to keep it there and press in. Slate's reaction was
exaggerated. He got loud again and humped his ass forcefully into me
causing my cock to slowly enter but not penetrate. I could feel the head of
my cock being engulfed in the heat and moisture of the expanding void of
his rectum. Finally, he reached between us and grabbed my shaft that had
been bending from the pressure of our attempt to merge in an attempt to
stabilize and apparently guide it on its journey. The reinforcement allowed
it to advance easier on its journey and it sank further, stopped only by
the expanse at the base of the crown, obviously causing considerable pain
to my young lover. His backward pressure relented but only slightly until
he could take inventory of his feelings and possibly to deal with a
decision of whether to proceed. That decision was predetermined for me as
soon I felt the private splendor of his bowel at the tip of my
dick. Despite his discomfort, I made a hard thrust with my hips, causing
his anal ring to surrender and the crown of my cock to pop through into the
splendorous hot dark passage just beneath. Slate suddenly went silent and
still. We stayed locked in that position for quite awhile with neither of
us making the slightest move and each for our own selfish reason. I didn't
want to hurt him and scare him off now that things had gone so far and he,
as I found from a later personal experience, was just waiting for the sharp
pain to slowly go away as it does rather quickly after abrupt anal
penetration. The subtleties of the ultimate homosexual sex act were new to
both of us since, unknown to each other, we were actually virgins to the
process, we were learning together. Eventually, he began to slowly rotate
his hips in an attempt to find boundaries of pleasure and pain. I let him
explore his new world and only joined in when his gyrations approached the
energy before the plunge. The interruption had given me a chance to come
down from the excitement of finally taking someone's virginity having been
denied that honor with Kelly. That initial penetration of his rectum nearly
caused me to erupt and was only stymied by my heartfelt sympathy for his
discomfort. It remained for me to discover the actual level of his pain but
Slate would soon teach me to empathize.

All of my senses were acutely awake at that moment. I would actually feel
the pulsing of blood coursing through his veins with the ultra sensitive
tip of my cock. His sphincter held my penis tightly around the dark scar at
the top of my shaft remnant of my long gone foreskin. It held me so tightly
that I couldn't advance and I couldn't withdraw. The intense pressure
activated all sensory nerves in my penis and all sympathetic synapses in my
brain. No longer sexual satellites, we were docked and locked and
exchanging our cargos of passion and sensations. I applied pressure to
advance my charge into his hole. He rolled his hips in an attempt to comply
with my charge. We were at a deadlock. The look of frustration on his face
turned to that of fear. My youthful lover didn't know what to expect, let
alone, what to do. Fortunately, all of my years on the marital bed taught
me many lessons in dealing with these awkward dilemma. I grabbed his leg
that was crushed between me and the back of the sofa and raised it to swing
it around in front of me and rotated my position so that I was on my side
and behind him, still attached. We had some disruption to the mood while
jockeying but with my instruction, Slate ended up bent over on his elbows
and knees along the cushions and in front of me and I upright on my knees
still inside him. The rotation of my cock in his asshole loosened the grip
of his sphincter and allowed his internal juices to lubricate our
connection.

After settling into our new position, it took only the slightest pressure
from my hips to advance my cock further into him. I moved very slowly,
always looking for clues to proceed. Quickly, I was able to abandon caution
when it was obvious that he totally surrendered to sexual rapture. I began
to hump his ass, enjoying his reaction. The feeling of my cock encased by
the snug envelope of his rectum was far more sensual than any fuck I had
ever experienced. I guess it's understandable since Kelly had been my only
paramour and she had been with some of the "big guys" at school long before
she met me. And now, after her having four babies, I feel that I have to
tie a two by four to my ass so I don't fall in. This new sexual experience
was unlike any I had before or even imagined. It was highly tactile and
sensual using a part of my body that had been relegated to secondary status
by my dominant oral fixation. Intercourse with my wife, Kelly, was
comfortable and good at relieving concupiscence but not nearly as exciting
as this. That missing excitement is what drove me to the gloryhole in the
first place; I was searching for it.

We were wallowing in lust. He was calling out at moments of new sensations
and encouraging me to press on. My cock was now easily sliding in and out
of his rectum but never more than half its length. It plunged inward until
its movement was resisted by his bowels which were relenting with each
plunge. I was going deeper and deeper with each thrust until, with one hard
push, I sank to the hilt in his ass, my crotch pressed tightly against his
butt. I held myself in him like that for awhile as he screened out in
delight. As began to calm, holding the pressure, I moved my hips from side
to side for my cock to feel, explore, conquer, and claim his anal chasm. I
then began long thrusts, almost but never removing my prick from him but
always slamming hard into the maximum depth I could reach in his
bowel. This level of excitement was wearing us both out and Slate flopped
forward onto his stomach. I followed him down without missing a stroke and
was presented with a new level of sensation as the relaxed muscles of his
buttocks piled up between us and cushioned my mighty thrusts. Despite our
shared exhaustion, we both seemed to resign ourselves to the final
stretch. His verbalizations abruptly stopped and his breathing settled into
a steady deep rhythm. My penis was tingling in anticipation and began to
swell in preparation for the final assault. Through our mute silence we
could hear the slapping of my balls against his, our sweat coated bodies
slapping as they collided with every plunge. We could hear the sloshing and
churning of the foaming mixture of our combined fluids that had banished
the friction that was keeping me out. Through the quiet, our passions were
peaking. The end was signaled by a growing grunt deep in Slates chest and a
call from his throat that was increasing in its pitch. He broke first with
a scream and a full body convulsion that instantly triggered my climax.
When the first shot of my seed exploded into his cavern, he again convulsed
and yelled in acknowledgement of receipt of my offering. I'm sure I was
grunting and possible yelling but I couldn't hear myself since my brain was
focused strictly on the action of insemination. This was the most powerful
climax of my life and also the longest. I ejected at least ten loads of cum
inside of him and throbbed and pulsed for several minutes after the last
discharge of my precious sperm.

With Slate again quiet, breathing almost normal and me with my arms and
legs shaking from strain, I relaxed onto him and gently kissed his neck
below his ear. I don't know if I meant it or if it was habit emanating from
my marital bed but I softly whispered I "love you" into his ear.