Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an218943@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri, 21 Apr 1995 23:41:40 UTC
Subject: Heat (MM)


His back was broad, brown and well muscled, like rippling waves 
of adobe colored desert.  A single drop of shimmering sweat wound its way 
down -riverlike- the canyons and valleys carved by long hours of labor 
and exercise before disappearing into the little v-shaped cleft of 
muscle at the waist of his jeans.  He began to turn around but my eyes 
did not move from his waist- line.  Above, his flat, chiseled stomach 
moved slightly with his breath.  Below, the denim of his pants was 
stretched and bulging with the mass of his cock.

I could feel him looking at me, with his eyes like cool water but I did 
not look up.  I was as much from shyness as it was reluctance to take my 
eyes off of his swelled crotch.  He reached out and lifted my face up by 
the chin and kissed me hard.  I could barely breath as his mouth ground 
against mine.  Lips, teeth and tongue all clashing like wrestlers.

He drew back for a moment, just long enough to roughly pull my t-shirt 
over my head.  As I lifted my arms above my head he quickly twisted the 
shirt around my wrist cinching the cloth tightly and holding it with his 
left hand.  With his right, he undid my belt and pull it from the loops, 
then unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down.  

I struggled against him for a moment, kicking off my shoes and discarding 
my jeans.  I felt his right hand go to my neck and push my head down, 
bending me over the rough wooden table next to me.  His left hand still 
held the shirt knotted around my wrist.  He moved to the side of me and 
then stooped to pick my belt.  

The leather cracked against my asscheeks and I moaned as the blood rushed 
into them.  My skin felt like it was on fire; my pulse began to pound 
in the pucker of my anus.  The belt came again and again sometimes 
leaving burning welts across my back and sometimes curling around to lick 
my balls like a tongue of flame.  I was gasping for lungfuls of dry air, 
swearing softly, begging sometimes.  Then he stopped.

He moved around behind me dropping the belt and releasing my wrist, 
though I did not move.  He bent across my back, nipples sparking against 
my shoulderblade; breath blowing hotly across my neck.  He reached back 
and I felt him opening his pants.  He pulled out the massive rod of his 
cock and guided it to my ass.  Like a sword-swallower my sphincter opened 
to take him in.  His swollen head probed against my ass leaving sizzling 
droplets of precum where it touched.  There was a pause and then in one 
slow but intractable push he sheathed his cock in me.

I moaned, or screamed, or cried, I do not know as the fire pierced my 
like a hot poker. I felt his hands move to my nipples and begin 
pinching.  I felt as though he were fucking all the way up the inside of 
my spine, pounding the base of my skull, filling my eyes with burning, 
salty tears.  I moved back against him, grinding my ass-cheeks against 
the bones of his hips.  My balls slammed back against his and threatened 
to ignite an orgasm in my own aching cock but I resisted.

He drew back on each stroke -just to ridge around the head of his prick- 
and then slammed it home again.  The tensions of life, the air in my 
lungs, the thoughts in my head, everything was seared away.  I couldn't 
take it any longer.  My body began to tremble and my cock exploded.  Cum 
jetted out of my dick slicking the table like a great oil spill.

Behind me, his teeth clamped into the muscles my neck as his own orgasm 
ignited.  I could feel him firing streams of burning napalm into my ass 
as if he were going to refill the deflated tanks of my balls from the inside.

After a long time, after every drop had been shot into me he drew out  
and slowly turned me over, letting the still hot juices 
run down my legs.  He helped me to stand and then held me when I was too 
weak to keep my knees beneath me.

At last I looked up, into the clear blue oceans of his eyes.  We stroked
each other until our heart beats grew calm and we kissed away our thirst. 
Then I slept against his clay colored chest, cool and safe.