From: librpj@emory.edu (Richard Jasper)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss
Subject: Graham
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Date: 15 Dec 93 04:15:38 GMT
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He was a good bit taller than I and about 20 lbs. heavier. At 6'3"
and 220 lbs., Graham was solid muscle, with a 50 inch chest, 34
inch waist, 18 inch biceps. And so on. And so forth.

Standing behind me, he reached those big arms around my chest and
began fondling my nipples. "You're really a lot bigger than you
pretend to be," he murmured in my ear. "I can barely get my arms
around your chest."

I felt his long, hard dick growing up my back. It felt like a
snake--smooth, silky, muscular, hot.

I guided his muscular, hairy forearms down across the swell of my
chest, down across my firming abdomen. "I've lost two inches off my
waist in the past month," I said. Graham purred. "And for someone
who hasn't lifeted in 10 years you pum up quite nicely," he added.

I moved his hands...THERE! It felt so good. It felt ...

"So thick," Graham mumbled. "Yes, I do, I do like them thick."

Not as thick, though, as Graham's, nor as long. I felt him slide
his long, hot, thick poker between my thighs. I squeezed and he
moaned softly.

"A lot to be said for isometric exercises, don't you think?" I flet
his beard caressing my neck in affirmation. "Very underrated," I
continued, squzeeing my butt--he gave a little gasp of surprise. I
followed with another flexing of my thighs. I felt a tremble
between them.

I disengaged then, quickly but fluidly, and went down to my knees.
It was so big and so thick. You wouldn't think, given my
maxillofacial structure, that I could get it all in. But I did...

He lay back then and I could watch the gentle heaving of his
washboard abs, the line of sweat that ran the length of his
fabulous triceps, his arms above his head and gripping the top o
fthe sofa.

"You magnificent fucking hairy animal," he moaned, and I applied
myself more. "You make me so...."

I could feel the rhythmic pounding of his cock and I pulled away,
quickly putting my hand where my mouth had been and the GEYSER!
that came forth caused my toes to tingle, it was so hot, so bold.

And I wouldn't let go...

"No, no, I mean, you can't, I mean, I can't," he mumbled, and then
he started giggling and then he started laughing and THEN I
stopped.

I rocked back on my heels and cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, that's the first time I've ever been laughed at during an
orgasm," I said archly.

"Oh, please," he cried, tears streaming down his face. "You don't
understand. It felt so good. It was either laugh or cry and
laughing felt better. It was w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l...!

And then he showed me just how much he appreciated my attentions...


-- 
Richard P. Jasper, Head
Acquisitions Department
Emory University General Libraries 
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