Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 21:45:47 EST
From: IfIWantU2@aol.com
Subject: Dalton 2

This story is a work of fiction intended only for adult readers.

The licensing of this story in no way affects its copyright, which remains
in the author's sole possession.


As the sun's beams cascaded through the bedroom window, Dalton sat upright
and naked in bed, staring straight ahead at the headboard; underneath him,
I lay on my back, my cock buried deep inside Dalton's tight muscle ass.
With every stroke, Dalton sank deeper on my cock, occasionally throwing his
head back in pangs of passion mixed with pain.  I continued to drive my
cock deeper into his soft, pink hole.  Having already fucked Dalton three
times that night, I was now able to fuck the muscle stud the way he so
deeply desired.

Dalton slammed onto my quads, harder and faster as he sought release.  As I
peered up at his muscular chest and ripped shoulders maintaining his
balance as my cock skewered his meaty frame, I was eye-to-eye with Dalton's
hefty prick.  His cock was cut and attractive, about 7.5 inches in length
and maybe 5 inches in width.  As Dalton bucked on top of my muscular,
boyish frame, his dick bobbed up and down in its excited state, his balls
slapping against my pubic bush with every landing.

Sensing my climax approaching, I reached up and massaged Dalton's tender,
smooth pecs.  At the same time, I shifted my weight so that my cock entered
Dalton's ass at an angle to stimulate his prostate.  My adjustment achieved
the desired result.  While my hands continued to knead Dalton's meaty delts
and lats, cum sprayed from his hard shaft without the slightest touch.
Dalton closed his eyes, breathed heavily, and shot his load on my
shoulders, neck, and chest.  Several minutes later, he came to rest as my
cock lay buried in his muscle-walled crevice.  He slid off my cock and lay
next to me.

"Y'know," Dalton whispered, "a couple nights ago I banged my girlfriend for
2 hours, and it didn't feel nearly as great as this."

I remained quiet as he continued.  "Who'd see me walking down the street
and guess a guy like me, a guy who could get any chick he wants, would get
his rocks off by taking it up the ass?"

Dalton smiled, but I didn't answer the rhetorical question.  This kid, this
muscle hunk whose muscular development far outweighed his maturity, turned
me on, and I wanted to find out more about his sex life.

"So, what are you thinkin' about when you're bangin' some girl with firm
tits?" I asked.

Dalton paused a moment, trying to decide whether to continue the
conversation.  He replied: "I don't know.  What are you thinkin' about when
you're plowin' my fudge hole?"

We both laughed at his choice of words.  I confessed: "I guess I'm thinkin'
about how much I enjoy the sensation of widening your tight asshole; I'm
thinkin' about how many muscles ripple all over your body when I'm deep
inside you."

Dalton grinned.  "Well, with a woman, it's just 'get me off.'"  Both of us
laughed while the sun continued to rise in the early morning sky.


Several hours passed.  Dalton slept naked in my bed, his hulking, muscular
body enveloped by the sheets.  I lay beside him, my left hand resting on
his thigh, gripping his semi-hard cock.

I got up to take a shower, but Dalton remained asleep.  I walked into the
bathroom, undid my robe, and entered my steam shower.  The water was hot
and pleasurable.  I lathered up my body with soap, gently caressing my own
man hole with my fingers.  Thoughts of Dalton raced through my mind.  In as
little as 3 weeks, we had gotten plenty of chances to fuck around at work
^Ö in the laundry closet, under my desk, on a bench-press bench after the
gym closed.  Even the first fuck in the gym showers came to mind.

Suddenly, I came back to reality as I felt Dalton enter the shower and
close the door behind him.  Before I could turn around to greet him, his
hands grabbed my wrists and pushed me up against the tiled shower wall.

With surprise laughter in my voice, I asked, "Dalton, you want to fuck me?"

Dalton paused and then answered, "I think it's about time I see what it's
like."

I was surprised to hear his answer because he hadn't mentioned this desire
in the 3 weeks I'd gotten to know him.  I tried to dissuade him: "Y'know,
it's just like fuckin' some chick except my tits aren't as big."

Dalton laughed, but his grip on my wrists did not relent.  With his body
now pushing against mine, I could feel his stiff, manly cock invading my
well-defined ass cheeks, his smooth pecs caressing my slender back, and his
massive legs trapping my soccer legs underneath his weight and force.  He
whispered in my ear, "I fuck chicks because I 'can.'  I bet it's different
'cause I 'want' to fuck you."

Dalton released my wrists for a split second while his right arm wedged in
between my arms and shoulders, rendering me motionless.  I hadn't let
another guy fuck my hole in at least 7 years, and I wasn't sure I wanted to
reopen that chapter of my sex life.

"I don't have any lube in here, even if you wanted to," I stated.

"I guess we'll have to improvise," he said as he laughed.  His bulging,
thick forearm reached out for the soap that lay in the soap dish.  "This'll
do."

At that moment, I felt his left hand on my ass while his right arm
continued to pin me against the wall.  Dalton wasn't forcing me to do
anything against my will, at least not yet.  The doubts in my mind were
still bouncing back and forth as I felt his thick, masculine index finger,
coated with soap, slide inside my hairy pucker.  His finger was wide and
hit my prostate almost immediately.  As his finger prodded deeper into my
tender hole, his other fingers massaged my smooth, muscular bubble butt.

Dalton whispered as he removed his index finger and quickly inserted 2
fingers: "Men look at me all the time, and I just smile.  You brought out
the animal inside me, and I think it's time you get a taste of what you've
done."

He pushed his fingers deep inside me and withdrew them in a quickening
pace.  He pushed my hole wider to accommodate his cock, soon to make entry.

To make it easier on my backside, I bent over to grasp my knees with my
hands.  Just then, I felt his cock enter my hole with no guidance from his
hands.  He pushed straight ahead with his strong, hard cock and ripped into
my soft insides.  With his dick slammed inside of me after his initial
thrust, Dalton let out a loud, guttural sigh.

I breathed in quickly to control the pain.  His dick filled me, and I could
feel his hard abs rubbing against my boyish butt.  His hands reached down
to spread my cheeks a little further apart, widening my pucker and driving
his stiff prick home.

Dalton whispered, "Man, your ass is mine, and it feels way better than any
cunt I've slapped my dick around in."  He began to bump and grind into my
ass.  His cock split my ass in two, rubbing against my prostrate.  His
hands kneaded my bubble butt and then moved over to massage my cock and
shaved balls.  My cock was over 8 inches long at this point, and the
pleasure I was feeling was indescribable.

Dalton's muscular pecs bunched up against the muscles in my back as he
fucked me.  He fucked me like a whore, and I loved it.  He didn't ask
forgiveness, didn't ask whether I was all right; he didn't care.  He was
using my body in the same way I'd used his magnificent specimen.  His
intent was to fuck me, to pleasure me, until we both shot huge loads of
cum.

He bucked me like a stag, and I backed up against him, clenching my
sphincter down around his ever-lengthening hammerhead.  He enjoyed the
extra sensation of tightness and slapped my ass hard, so hard I almost fell
over.

As he rammed in and out of me, he yelled out dirty things, things that made
me feel used, though not degraded.  In a way, his words were compliments
because they were honest feelings he could never have said to a woman.  He
said that I deserved his respect, that I was able to handle him, that my
ass belonged on his dick.

I felt the cum stir deep inside of me as Dalton's raging hard-on massaged
my ass tunnel.  Without warning, Dalton reached around under my prick and
rubbed his rugged fingers along my shaved ball sack.  Dalton's other hand
pressed against my lower abdomen.  He was inside of me, under me, and in
front of me ^Ö all at the same time.  He'd wrapped himself around me and
banged me the only way I'd ever let a man fuck me.

All of these thoughts brought me to the edge.  My cum spewed out in a long,
wet arc.  The white stream landed on the shower wall and floor, several
feet away from our position.  Dalton quickly grasped my tight ass cheeks,
withdrew as far as possible, and then plowed back into me as hard and fast
as he could.  He called out my name in ecstasy as his cum emptied deep
inside my willing ass.

Our mutual cum probably lasted over a minute; afterwards, our muscles
strained to recuperate from our physical encounter.  Dalton withdrew from
my ass almost immediately and slapped my butt cheeks with a tough, friendly
whack.

I exited the steam shower first.  When Dalton came out through the door, he
smiled at me.  "That was great.  Me fucking you was almost as hot as you
fucking me."

I watched his bulky, muscular, tan body move into the bedroom and flop on
the bed, exhausted.