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Date: Mon, 24 Jul 1995 15:15:33 UTC
Subject: Give It to Me Straight ( m/m )
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                     GIVE IT TO ME STRAIGHT


     I watched from the bed as he placed the DO NOT DISTURB sign on
the outside doorknob, shut the door and locked the deadbolt. He
turned and with a broad smile said, "Now I have you right where
you've always wanted me." The anticipation of the moments to come
made me giddy.
     He ripped the wrapper off the top of the bottle of Reunite
he'd bought on our way to the motel. He grasped the cork and with
a vigorous tug, pulled the stopper from the bottle. He raised the
wine bottle to his lips and took a long drink. When he lowered the
bottle his expression turned hard as stone and he fixed me with a
stare. "Want some?"
     I nodded, saying nothing. He had ordered me not to speak once
we were alone in the room.
     "Come here!" he commanded and I obeyed without hesitation. "On
your knees!"
     I knelt before him and he placed a hand on my head and bent it
back. He placed the wine bottle against my lips and tipped the
bottle. I swallowed every drop he poured into my mouth, savoring
the fruity wine on my tongue.
     He pulled the bottle away and kicked off his shoes. "Take off
my pants!" I reached for his belt but he knocked my hands away. "No
hands! Use your teeth!"
     I gripped his belt with my teeth as he had commanded. The
taste of leather was a complement to the distilled grape flavor of
the wine. I pulled my head back and slipped the belt from the loops
of his pants, unbuckling it. Then I took the top of the fly in my
teeth and jerked my head to unsnap it. It came loose with a jolt
and I almost fell backward. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me
back upright on my knees. I clamped the zipper tongue in my teeth
and pulled it down in its tracks.
     His open fly was right in front of my face and I could see he
had a hard-on that peeked above his briefs. The foreskin was still
over the head, but I could see the swollen knob bulging above it.
I looked up into his face. 
     The look was as hard as stone. "What are you waiting for? Suck
it!"
     He was in complete control. I leaned forward and gently kissed 
the top of his enlarged dick. I caressed it gently with my lips,
increasing the pressure, nuzzling it until I was fully sucking. I
heard the swish of the wine bottle and knew he had taken another
long drink from it. I licked at that handsome knob with long
tongue-strokes, savoring the musky taste of it.
     He pushed my head back and I growled in protest. "Shut up!" he
said with a whack to the side of my head. "Take my pants down. Use
your hands."
     I grabbed the top of his jeans and yanked them to the floor.
He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Without a word he
grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into his crotch once
more. It was clear he wanted me to continue the oral foreplay.
     He still was wearing his briefs, but his dick was now fully
engorged and I could almost swear it was throbbing. His briefs
could barely contain the mass of it. I saw that his balls were
pressed tight by the stretched briefs. I kissed at them through the
fabric, then moved my head to the side so I could lick at them
underneath the elastic of his briefs. He spread his legs to
accommodate my efforts. I tickled the sides of his balls with my
tongue, alternating licks on his inner, muscular thighs. Was he
enjoying it? From my limited point of view with my nose in his
groin I couldn't tell. I was eager to please him, so I pressed my
tongue under his briefs and licked with all the force I could
muster.
     Another swish of the wine bottle, another long drink. "Take
the underwear off with your teeth," he ordered.
     I obeyed. I took the waistband near his dick in my teeth and
lowered myself to the floor, dragging his briefs down his legs with
me. My nose was pressed against his skin and I could smell his
masculine scent all the way down his body to the floor. His legs
were a football jock's iron-toned limbs. Once I reached the floor,
he stepped out of the briefs, then placed a foot on my head,
pinning it to the carpet.
     "Be careful. You're gonna get more than you asked for," he
breathed with a low growl, then released my head, grabbed my
shoulders, and lifted me back to my knees. I sat back on my heels
to admire the view. His skin was naturally brown, his dick -- a
ramrod-straight eight-inch princely prick -- and balls were a
darker brown than his skin. His pubic hair was darker than
midnight. The dick bobbed slightly stirred by the pulse of blood
that had swollen it to sexual readiness. I could feel hunger swell
inside me at the sight. 
     "Open up! Here I come!" he demanded, and thrust his now-free
dick against my lips. I opened my mouth to receive him, and he
thrust the entire length against the back of my throat. I could
feel the foreskin slide back from the knob. I gagged and he
laughed. "Choke on it!" and he pulled back, then thrust forward
again, pressing his hardness deep into my throat. He shoved several
times this way and with each pull-out I sucked on the sliding dick
with hungry lust.
     Then he pushed me away and I fell to the floor. "Get on the
bed. Lie on your back."
     I followed his directions. I lay on my back and watched as he
removed his shirt. He took another swig from the wine bottle, then
came over to the bed. The wine bottle was placed on the nightstand.
He got on the bed and straddled my neck, his knees on either side
of my cheeks. "Slide down nearer the bottom." I did and he moved
with me. His dick in my face was a tease I could barely endure. I
felt him move a pillow right above the top of my head. Another
swish of the wine bottle, another long drink. Then he leaned
forward and pushed his dick past my lips, and all the way into my
mouth.
     Then he began to fuck my face with long, slow strokes. I
sucked and licked at his dick with each movement. I reveled in the
feel of the erect love-muscle that stretched my jaws wide to accept
it. I reached up with one hand and grasped his hardness so it would
slide in my grip. I reached with the other hand behind and between
his legs and tickled his balls. The sensation obviously spurred him
to hotter passion for his thrusts became deeper and faster. Only my
hand wrapped around his dick kept it from all but piercing the back
of my throat. He fucked my face with feral intensity and I could
only endure the assault until he was satisfied.
     I never knew the exact moment he came except for the fact he
gave one final thrust and buried the head of his dick in the back
of my throat. A warm, saltiness spurted down my throat again and
again as his orgasm erupted the juice from his balls. I swallowed
again and again, drinking in the essence of his passion. Then, he
relaxed, pressing my head against the bed, moving his hips slightly
to slide his dick with delicacy inside my mouth. I let it roll on
my tongue, cushioning it against my teeth.
     I don't know how long we lay that way, but I was at his mercy
until he chose to move. I could hear his heavy breathing and feel
it through his belly pressed against the top of my head. His groin
was pressed against my face and I could feel his rapid pulse. His
abdomen was stone-solid -- further evidence of his superb physique.
He was sweating rivers and the scent of it aroused me.
     Finally, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and rolled over on
his back. He was still sporting a raging hard-on as he reached
again for the wine bottle. "Keep me hard," he commanded after a
swig of wine and spread his legs wide.
     I was more than glad to oblige. Starting at the crack of his
ass, I gave a long, slow lick up the crack to the underside of his
balls which I knew were most sensitive. The lick continued over his
balls and on up the shaft of his dick. When I got to the knob I
suckled it then plunged his dick deep in my mouth. As I pulled
back, I sucked the length of it, letting my tongue caress the
shaft. Once more on the knob, I gave a lingering suck and in spite
of the fact he'd just come moments before, he arched his hips in
response. With a smack of my lips I released my vacuum hold on his
knob and performed another long, slow lick down the shaft, over his
balls, to the crack of his ass.
     I concentrated my sucks and licks on that tasty, sensitive
area under his balls as I stroked his dick gently with a free hand.
Slow licks, flicks, tongue flutters; I varied the technique but
never let up on the stimulation. I had been ordered to keep him
hard and I obeyed with abandon.
     A final swish of the wine bottle and he drained it dry. "Swing
your ass up here, but keep up the mouth work," he demanded. I was
puzzled at the directive, but I raised my head and swallowed his
dick, using it as a swivel point to maneuver my ass to the top of
the bed.
     He pulled me over him so that I straddled his chest. He
grabbed the waistband of my gym shorts and briefs and slid them off
my hips and over my ass. I lifted one leg, then the other as he
pulled my shorts free and flung them aside. Then, he placed a hand
on my ass and I felt him spread the cheeks apart. What was he up
to? Then I felt something cool, wet and hard press against my
asshole. The wine bottle! I realized just as he penetrated my
asshole with the bottleneck. I gasped at the nearly painful
sensation but he continued to slide it inside my asshole till I
felt the shoulder of the wine bottle pressed against my asscheeks.
     "Just getting you warmed up for the real thing," he advised me
and began to pump my asshole with the wine bottle. He gave it slow
slides the full length of the bottleneck. I was hard pressed to
concentrate on keeping his dick hard and the odd sensation of
something sliding inside me.
     The pumps of the bottleneck increased in speed as his passion
was reignited from my mouth loving his dick and balls. Finally the
bottleneck was removed entirely. "Stay where you are," he said and
rolled out from beneath me. I could feel the bed shake as he
crawled around behind me. He placed his hands on my hips and I felt
something warm, firm and pulsing press against my asshole. "This is
me not the damn wine bottle," he said, and penetrated my asshole
with his hard, saliva-slicked dick.
     The pain was exquisite but the anticipation was even more so.
He sensed my reflex to the pain, pulled out to provide some relief,
then pierced me again. Again the pain was alive in my asshole at
the sensation of his dick spreading it wide. Again he pulled out to
relieve the pain.
     "FUCK ME!" I begged, speaking for the first time. The pain was
great but the desire to be fucked by this man was even greater.
     He needed no further urging. His dick was pressed against my
asshole and inserted the full length in a virile, potent thrust. It
filled me entirely and I gasped at the pain it caused. My insides
were on fire, whether from pain or pleasure I wasn't sure. My world
focused on an eight-inch red-hot pole shoved into my asshole. He
left his dick there for a moment so my stretched asshole muscles
could grow accustomed to the invasion. I squeezed my sphincter
several times and heard him gasp in response.
     He began to pound his groin against my asscheeks as he thrust
inside me savagely. I groaned gutterly in tempo to each stroke and
the sound seemed to kindle his passion even hotter for he pumped me
with bruising impact. I could feel every slide of his dick in and
out of my asshole but soon the pain turned to pleasure. I breathed
a moan at the change from agony to ecstasy. My own dick had been
hard ever since he'd locked the door and I grabbed it with a free
hand and began to stroke it even as he fucked me in the ass.
     We stroked together, his dick in my ass, my dick in my hand.
I bucked my hips forward and back to meet each thrust of his groin.
The bed quaked at the frenzied motion of our thrusting bodies. We
were a well-oiled perpetual motion machine, moving in sync towards
an mutual goal of ecstasy.
     Whether from his dick massaging my prostate, or my hand
massaging my dick, I'm not certain -- but my groin exploded with
waves of pleasure and I sprayed the sheets with my gushing cum. His
own orgasm came right after mine and I felt him give two, powerful
inward thrusts. His grip on my hips became viselike as he levered
his groin tight against my asscheeks in the throes of ecstasy.
     He pulled out slowly and flopped flat on his back. Seeing his
chest heave and watching his still-hard dick bob in reflex made me
want him all that much more. Fearing his rejection but wanting to
please him to the point of exhaustion and collapse, I straddled his
dick and lowered my asshole near the throbbing member.
     He didn't push me away, so I took that as a sign to continue.
I pressed my asshole on the swollen knob of his dick and he
responded by thrusting upward to fill me with him. As he lay there,
I fucked him by thrusting up and down on his dick with my ass.
Soon, he pushed with his hips to meet my thrusts and we rocked the
bed with passion for yet a third time. He was sweating, I was
sweating as we fucked the night away. Finally, merely the press of
his dick on my prostrate made me come violently. Soon after, he
gave a mighty push inward and came also.
     I sat back on his dick, feeling it throb inside me in rhythm
to his pulse. The rest of his body lay motionless on the bed. The
coolness of the room made me shiver as my sweat dried on my body,
but I stayed with his dick up my ass until I felt it finally soften
and slide out on its own, lubricated by his own semen.
     When his dick at last was fully relaxed, I climbed off of him
and lay down beside him, fully satisfied and hoping he was too.
After all, what are friends for?

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