Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 15:51:17 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: Done with Mr. Right Now, Chapter 2

Done with Mr. Right Now

Chapter 2


	I had no idea that I was foretelling the future.  When Roger left
the next morning, he tossed over his shoulder, "Maybe I'll see ya around."
I thought we had something great going.  The sex was amazing and he's all
the special characteristics that I thought I wanted in a man.  In my
opinion, he was Mr. Right.  Unfortunately, he considered me, Mr. Right Now.
The brush-off that I got at the door was cold.  My mouth gaped open, unable
to utter any response.  Dejectedly, I closed the door as he drove away in
his Tesla sedan.

	To say that I was bummed for the rest of the day would understand
dramatically how depressed I was.  Roger was a cold splash of the icy water
of reality.  He was showing me just how shallow I'd become.  He dished it
right back at me.  It isn't easy dealing with truth like that.  But, it was
time to examine my life and decide what I really wanted out of it as well
as what I was willing to put into being a person instead of a caricature of
what I was rapidly becoming: a shallow, gay man who judged everyone and
every situation with my dick.  I'd trampled on a lot of men as I pushed so
many worthy ones aside, looking to the next conquest.

	Yes, I should have some standards that would make me fulfilled, but
what I was putting out there weren't standards.  They were manly
characteristics that would be nearly impossible to meet in any man.  Yes,
Roger was a find, but he was also incredibly self-centered.  I was getting
there all too fast myself.  What I needed to do was concentrate on what
really mattered.  Physical attributes were nice to have, but the inner
person and their drive were far more important.

	I looked again at the men who had responded to my on-line sex site,
but I couldn't get into them.  Finally, I went to the gym on Sunday and
enjoyed the company of a nice man who wanted to suck me off.  He was
something of a gym rat, so he had a good body.  He didn't have much to say
with his mouth full of dick.  When I'd nutted in his mouth, he left for the
showers.  I hesitated for a couple of minutes and then hit the showers,
too.  He smiled at me, but that was it.  End of session.

	Tuesday, I got the same action from another man and Friday found me
whacking off with a small guy with a big dick.  After he shot off, he
ignored me.  I thought about going out and looking for some action, but
talked myself out of it.  I'm not into gay bars enough to put up with the
attitude and the drunkenness.  I reposted my request for companionship on
the sex site Saturday afternoon.  With less shallowness oozing from the ad,
I got three immediate responses.  I chose one and talked to him on the
phone, but he sounded like he'd already had too much to drink.  The other
two didn't appeal to me, probably because my depression was dictating my
desires.

	I spent Monday at work, reworking my tasks of Friday.  That only
reminded me what a poor judge of character I had been with Roger.  By
Tuesday, I'd shaken off my depression and looked again at the sex site.  A
couple of them interested me, but I wasn't up for doing much of anything
with them until the weekend.  I did respond to their messages and asked
some questions that would confirm that they fit my reconfigured desires.
Neither of them had read the ad very well, but had only looked at my
pictures.  Sigh.

	The gym was turning out to be momentarily satisfying, but
essentially just a place to get my rocks off with another man and go home.

	Wednesday, I was told that I'd be leaving for a week at one of our
smaller divisions in Seattle.  I knew a particular program very well from
my previous job at the company and the folks in Seattle needed help.  I
would be accompanied by a man (Gavin) from our marketing group.  I didn't
know what he would do there, but that wasn't my concern.  We would fly up
on Monday and begin my class instruction after noon.  We'd be met at the
airport by someone from the company.  As the company location was out of
town, we had little choice for a hotel.  We'd check into our hotel after
I'd finished with the afternoon class.

	The half day of class went well.  I was asked by two of the men in
the class to accompany them to dinner.  I told them I needed to check into
my hotel, but they suggested that Gavin could take care of that.  I
suggested that to Gavin when we met in a conference room at the end of the
afternoon.  I got some vibes from him that said he was gay and very
interested in me.  He seemed nice enough and was only a few years older
than me (not that it mattered).  Gavin checked out my crotch and ass
several times as we discussed dinner.  He was asked to join us for dinner,
but knew we'd talk about software and other nonsense that he wasn't
interested in, so he declined.  As we talked, I noticed that he's a
gregarious guy who included my dinner companions in the conversation,
making them feel that they were the center of the universe.

	Over dinner, we talked about a lot of things, such as how long we'd
been with the company, advancement opportunities, workload, and
supervisors.  They were grateful several times that I was there to explain
the new software that they now had to use.  I thought the software was easy
to understand and was powerful enough to allow us to create databases that
would be useful to others.  There were a couple of glitches that the
software company knew about, but I told my students how they could program
around the problems and accomplish what was needed.  The software company
promised a patch within the next 30 days.

	It was nearly 10 p.m. and I was ready to head back to the hotel.
They dropped me off at the front door and left.  I approached the
reservation desk, told them who I was, and was handed a keycard.  "Eleventh
floor," the desk clerk smiled.  "Elevators are right over there," she added
pointing to the left.  When you exit the elevator, turn right.  Your room
is on the left, just a few doors down."

	I followed her directions and found the door.  Inserting the
keycard, I pushed the door open.  Gavin was lying on a king-size bed
watching television.  "How was dinner?" he smiled up at me as he muted the
sound on the television.

	"Food was good, company was fun," I replied.  Then, it dawned on
me.  "Uh, where's the other bed?"

	"You're looking at the only one," Gave replied.  "I hope that isn't
a problem.  It was what was available.  And because our company is too
cheap to let us rent a car, we're stuck.  The nearest hotel is probably a
mile away.  Is this a problem for you?"

	"Uh, I guess it will have to do," I shrugged.  I'm sure my
embarrassment showed.  I didn't know what he would think about this big
black stud sliding into bed beside him.  Gavin's a good-looking,
well-proportioned white guy, with short, dark hair, brown eyes, and a ready
smile that captivates anyone he gazes upon.  And the way he kept glancing
at my crotch, I had to wonder if he had set this up so we'd be in the same
bed.  "I think I'll take a shower and hit the sack.  You don't have to turn
in when I do.  Just keep the sound of the television low," I suggested.

	"I'll shower after you do and turn in, too," he replied.  "I have
some meetings that start at 7:30 and I want a good breakfast before we get
there.  Were they coming back to the hotel to meet us tomorrow morning?"

	"Nothing was said to me," I shrugged.  "The company offices are
just a couple hundred yards down the road.  I think we can manage the
hike."

	"Yeah, we can.  I just wanted to be sure that we weren't supposed
to meet them at a particular time.  When does your class instruction
start?"

	"I told them 8:30 when I left them this afternoon.  That gives them
time to clear up e-mails and messages before the class begins."

	While we'd been talking, I'd been shedding my clothes.  I did keep
my shorts on just until I entered the bathroom.  As I closed the door
behind me, I heard him stage whisper, "Damn!"  Evidently, he liked my ass.
From the stares my crotch got, I know he liked my dick, too.

	I took my time, cleaned up everything, just in case Gavin made a
move.  It had been three days since I'm pumped a load and my balls were
starting to hurt from lack of release.  I toweled off and headed for the
bedroom.  Hanging the towel on the hook on the door, I walked into the
bedroom, my dick swinging happily between my legs, lightly slapping my
quads.  Gavin's eyes never strayed from my dick.  His interest in the
television program was completely gone.  I smiled at his boldness, but he
didn't see my face.  His concentration was on my big dick.  I walked slowly
toward the bed, giving him ample opportunity to appreciate what was
offered.

	Gavin was lying on the bed with only his underwear on.  A large
tent bulged off to one side of the tight fabric.  I noticed that it pulsed
hard several times.  A drop of precum soaked the material when the thick
head was hidden from view.  His bulge made my dick start to lengthen.
"Next," I smiled at him and turned down the bed and crawled between the
sheets.

	He finally stopped staring at my dick when it disappeared.  He
blushed effusively, rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.  He was
in there less than ten minutes.  When he reappeared, his dick was well
beyond the flaccid stage.  It hung heavily between his legs, swinging side
to side as he approached.  By the time he reached his side of the bed, his
dick had started to rise.  It was a nice, thick pink dick, probably eight
inches long with a big head on it.  Precum oozed from the tip.

	"It seems we have a mutual interest," I smiled over at him as he
lay beside me.

	"I sure hope so," said when he'd turned his head toward me.
"Otherwise, getting this king-size bed was a waste of time."

	I laughed.  "I knew you got this kind of room on purpose!"

	"Guilty," he laughed.  "I hope it works out well for both of us.
That big dick of yours has me completely mesmerized.  I trust you know how
to use it on a big, white ass like mine.  I also assume you've had some
experience in this kind of thing."

	"Yeah, some," I allowed.  "But, I think you should check out the
merchandise when it's angry before you decide you can take it up your
butt."

	"I've had some experience, too, but you make a good point," he
smiled as he slid over against me and pushed his hand into my crotch.  He
stroked the full length of my hard dick and sighed.  "Yeah, that'll fit,
with a little lube and a lot of patience, anyway."

	I tossed off the cover and sheet and let him check it out more
closely.  His mouth immediately found my fat dickhead and went down on me.
"Oh, yeah!  You've had some practice," I swooned.  "But, you should twist
around so I can have some fun, too."

	Gavin moved into a 69 position with me.  We moaned with mutual
pleasure as we gave pleasure to each other.  After a few minutes of sucking
dick, he pulled away for a moment and asked, "I hope you're negative,
because I need to sit on that dick and take a load from these big balls of
yours," he said, lifting my big ball back and kissing it.

	"I'm negative and I do pump out good loads," I revealed.  "But, you
don't know that I'm negative.  I could be lying to you, just to get a hot
fuck out of ya."

	"I know I shouldn't take a chance like that, but I know you're
honest and I really want to feel you spray your cream into me as deeply as
you can fuck it," Gavin assured me.

	"I do have condoms with me," I suggested.

	"And I'm glad that you do," Gavin responded.  "But, I want you
raw."

	"And I want to fuck you raw," I whispered into his ass.  My tongue
found his hole immediately and started to eat him out and get his deep
manhole wet.  Gavin continued sucking my dick, getting me wet and ready to
enter him.  He reached into the end table and pulled out a small pump
bottle of lube.  Gavin was well prepared for what he hoped would and is
happening.  I could have eaten out his ass for hours.  It was hot, tight,
hard, and delicious.  But, my dick was being serviced too well by Gavin.
The chances of unloading in his mouth were mounting with each passing
second.  "If I don't fuck you now, you'll get my first load down your
throat," I warned.

	As I was on the bottom, Gavin quickly applied lube to his asshole
and slowly sat on my hard dick.  He looked down at me and smiled.  Inch
after inch of dark meet disappeared up his manhole.  "You have no idea how
much I need this," Gavin sighed.  "I haven't been fucked in nearly a month.
Don't worry," he added.  "I've been tested every month since I started
fucking with men six years ago.  Always negative."

	"You have a sensational ass," I complimented him.  "That thing you
do with your ass muscles is like getting a warm, wet hand job.  But, this
is so much better."

	"I want to feel your big dick as deeply as you can shove it.  And
shoot that sweet load all the way up there and dig a deep place to keep
it."

	"If you keep working those ass muscles, you'll get my load sooner
than you think."

	"Never too soon," Gavin smiled down at me.  "And I know you're good
for more than one load tonight."

	"Probably," I smiled up at him.  I thrust my hips up hard against
his ass and pulled him down to meet my push.  He wiggled his ass, sucked me
harder, twisted my nipples gently, and begged me to cum in his ass.  "Gotta
nut!" I bellowed suddenly.

	"Give it to me!" Gavin responded.  My load blasted down the length
of my black dick and jetted deeply into Gavin's love tunnel.  He held
himself in place, trying to get my cream as deeply in his ass as I could
squirt it.  "Fill me up, Daryl!  Load me with your baby gravy!  Knock me
up, Man!"

	I held him down as my dick fired repeated up into his massaging ass
tunnel.  My climax surged and surged, forcing more ball gravy into him.
"Fuckin' HOT ass!" I shouted.

	My need to breed was only surpassed by his need to take my load as
deep as I could spray it.  Climax waves crashed into and over me, making my
entire body jerk and quiver as more sperm entered him.  When my climax
ended, the aftershocks kept me fucking his ass.  I couldn't get enough of
what he was offering.  "Force that cream deeper, Daryl!" Gavin moaned.
"Pound that hole."

	When Gavin finally pulled off my dick and lay beside me, he smiled
over at me and quipped, "I told you I could take it."

	"That you did," I smiled back.  "You're very good at this.  You
have someone who is regularly keeping that fine ass in shape for a big dick
like mine?"

	"I have a neighbor, who occasionally fucks me, but he's married and
it's hard to find time when we can get together and get it on.  I always
want more and so does he, but it doesn't work out that way," Gavin
revealed.  "The time is always short, so he usually fucks me, dumps a load
while I jerk off, and he leaves.  Only a couple of times have we had a
chance to swap fucks.  I think he'd like to get fucked more often, but when
we get together, he always needs to breed me.  I'm okay with that, because
I enjoy riding on his big dick, but I need some action on my dick, too."

	He stroked his hard dick slowly.  I do love the taste of man cum,
so I offered to suck him off.  "And I wouldn't mind if you ate me out while
I sucked your dick," I offered.

	"You read my mind.  I love eating ass while I nutt," Gavin moaned
as my mouth covered the big, wet head of his dick.  "And your ass is the
best I've ever seen.  I love how round, hard, and black it is.  I apologize
in advance for what is going to happen far too soon."

	I mumbled a question, but he didn't hear it nor did I repeat it.
With his tongue probing my hole as deeply as it could reach, I loved his
expertise.  My head bounced up and down on his hard dick.  I could taste
his precum and knew he wasn't far from exploding.

	It couldn't have been more than 30 seconds later that I felt a
rumbling vibration against my asshole as he shouted out his climax.
Instantly, I tasted creamy wads of warm cum.  I sucked him harder, and
swallowed his first volleys.  His tongue worked impossibly deeper as his
climax hit a major peak and his dick poured our more sperm for me to
appreciate and swallow.

	After his dick stopped firing, his phallus slowly shrunk in my
mouth.  I extracted the last dribbles of nutt before I pulled off.  But,
Gavin didn't stop eating out my ass.  He was really into rimming my black
hole.  And I wasn't about to tell him to stop.  That's one of the sexual
things that I love, almost as much as fucking.

	And getting my hole munched on gets me in the mood to get fucked or
fuck again.  My dick was rock hard again and because I wasn't sure of his
status, I opted to pound another load into his pink manhole.  Gavin didn't
dissuade me from my decision, either.  If he were looking to fuck, he'd
have to wait until he got a condom or showed me recent test results.  But,
right now, I was ready to fuck again and he was eager to take another load.

	This fucking session took longer than the first.  We were much less
rushed and spent more time exploring each other's body.  But, it was
obvious from the way his ass muscles started to work on me again that he
was in need of my second load and wouldn't be denied.  Besides, I was ready
to nutt again, anyway.  With a howl of pleasure, I pumped another creamy
discharge of sperm into his hungry manhole, pulling out much later.  More
accurately, I fucked him after my climax until my dick wilted and slithered
out of his well-fucked and overflowing love tunnel.

	The next morning, I fucked him again in the shower before he left
for his early morning meeting.  His time in Seattle was only two days, so I
was left alone for the rest of the week.  I tried to get back to the hotel
before he left, but the shuttle for the airport had just left.  With a
sigh, I returned to my room with an empty king-sized bed.

	After another shower, I decided to check out the menu and food at
the hotel.  But, first, I headed to the bar and asked for a glass of wine
while the maître d' searched for a table for me.  "I'm very sorry, sir,
but we are well-booked tonight," he finally apologized.  "However, if you
don't mind sharing a table with another gentleman by the window, I can
squeeze you in right away."  I kicked myself for not making a reservation,
but I didn't think that the dining room would be so busy in the middle of
the week.  I glanced over at tables near the window and saw a couple of
tables with one man at each.  One was an elderly gentleman who looked like
he was waiting for someone.  At the other table sat a nice looking brutha
that I thought would be a companionable dinner partner.

	He smiled and rose as the maître d' took me there.  The diner
extended his hand, introduced himself, and welcomed me.  I thanked him for
sharing his table and replied with my name.  He smiled and said, "I'm only
too glad to help out.  Eating alone is never much fun."  He thanked the
maître d' and winked at him.  Was this a set-up like the king-size bed
upstairs?

	"And what brings you to Seattle, André?" I asked.  "I'm assuming
you don't live here."

	"I don't live here," he obliged.  "I'm here for some training on
Medicare and Medicaid.  I'm in the Federal compliance office of a major
hospital at home.  The guy doing the training has worked at the CBO, OMB,
and for the Inspector General of HHS."  He paused for a moment.  "Sorry, I
shouldn't be laying all this alphabet soup on you."

	"I know what they are," I assured him.  "This training must be
pretty intense."

	"Medicare is the first three days, and then Medicaid is Thursday
and Friday," he revealed.  As he chattered away about the type of training
he was getting, I surveyed him more closely.  His skin color was a couple
of shades lighter than mine.  When he'd introduced himself, he looked like
he just about six feet tall, and had a slender build.  However, no one
would consider him skinny.  There was some obvious meat on his bones.  But,
what had attracted me to him besides his dazzling smile was his beautiful
bubble butt.

       His "Docker" slacks stretched over his muscled ass and made the
fabric in front pucker over a nice, long tube-shaped dick.  The polo shirt
that he wore wasn't too tight across his torso, but did seem a little
stretched over his shoulders.  If I were making a guess, I'd say he was a
runner or played basketball.  But, considering his height, I concluded he
was too short for anything other than a "pick up" game.  So, I settled on
him being a runner.  Of course, I knew I was probably wrong and he just had
a good body that he kept toned at the gym.

	After we ordered, he regaled me with tales of crazy antics and
episodes at the hospital.  I was laughing so hard, I almost couldn't catch
my breath.  This guy was such a great dinner companion.  He had me telling
about myself over dinner and what I did for a living as well.  We shared a
dessert and lingered over an after-dinner drink.

	"You know, I've been wracking my brain all evening about why you
seem so familiar," André said.  "But, you said you've only been in our
town for a couple of weeks.  I don't see how we could have met in that
time.  If we had, I'd would have wanted to get to know you better.  You're
quite a find," he admitted.  That was the first he'd mentioned that he
found me attractive.  And I had to admit, the feeling was mutual.  "We work
at opposite ends of town, but live not far from each other.  We go to the
same gym, but at different times.  I don't think I've seen you at the
market, but there is some place that I know you from."

	"For what it's worth, the first time I've laid eyes on you is this
evening," I shrugged.

	"It'll come to me," André sighed.  He took another sip of his
drink and looked at me again.  Something dawned on him and he smiled
broadly.  "You have one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen," he blurted
out.

	"Excuse me?  How would you know something like that?" I blustered.

	"You put out a profile on a sex hook-up site that included pictures
of the, uh, merchandise," he beamed.  "But, I didn't respond because I
didn't think you'd be interested in me."

	"Why would you think that?  Oh, you must have seen the first
posting.  I was being a total jerk about it.  I was asking the impossible.
And when I thought I'd scored, the guy turned out to be even more shallow
than my posting was," I cringed.  "He was looking for Mr. Right Now, and I
fulfilled that need.  I was depressed for days about what a shallow jerk I
was.  So, I revised the ad and hoped to get better results.  So far,
nothing.  But, why didn't you respond.  You meet all the criteria."

	"You wanted someone tall," he began.

	"You're tall," I protested.

	"But, not as tall as you wanted.  And you wanted a beefy, muscle
man.  I don't qualify there, either.  And you wanted a bottom.  That was
the final straw.  I thought I might get away with the others, but that
would knock me out of contention," André frowned.  "Don't get me wrong.
I love a big dick up my ass," he whispered, "but, you were looking for a
man to fuck senseless without reciprocation.  I gotta get me some ass once
in a while!"

	"My bad," I apologized.  "While I do love to fuck manhole, I need
to get pounded once in a while as well.  I didn't make that clear and I
should have.  And those round cakes of yours have me very interested.  And
I'd love to know more about that sausage in your pants, too."

	"Smooth talker," André laughed.  "Your place or mine?"

	"I have a king-sized bed that is awfully big and lonely."

	"Lead the way.  My bed is just a standard hotel bed."

	We paid our bills and left the restaurant.  I couldn't help but
notice that his dick had gotten thicker and much longer.  But, it was his
fabulous ass that I couldn't resist.  The elevator ride to my floor gave me
adequate time to run one hand over his magnificent, bubble butt, while the
other one massaged his expanding dick.  His hands had found the same
targets on me.  We liked what we felt.

	The moment we were inside my room, he pulled me into an embrace and
kissed me.  Immediately, I knew he was a great kisser.  His hands on my ass
told me that he loved being close, but his wiggling ass under my hands sent
the unmistakable signal that he wanted me to work his ass over.  As we
mutually disrobed each other, I admired his tight body.  However, I was
taken aback by his amazing dick.  It wasn't nearly as thick as mine, but it
was definitely a couple of inches longer.  I knew I needed that dick up my
butt sometime soon.

	As that thought crossed my mind, he turned in my arms and forced
his beautiful ass up against my hard dick.  With one hand, he grabbed it
and pushed it between those magnificent, brown cakes.  I wanted inside this
man so badly.  But, he kept his pucker tight, so I couldn't get in.

	"I hope you have condoms for that monster," André whispered.  "I
really need to get fucked by your massive horse-dick."

	I left him standing next to the bed as I rummaged through my
suitcase, trying to locate the condoms I'd brought with me.  In my ardor
for his ass, I couldn't remember which pocket of the case I'd placed them.
Bent over, I was an easy target for André's tongue.  As he ate my ass, I
relaxed my search and enjoyed his lingual skills.  Finally, I located the
condoms, pulled him on to the bed, and flipped him on to his back.

	With his legs pushed into his chest, I returned the favor he'd just
performed on my ass.  After a couple of minutes of getting his ass well
eaten, André suggested, "Turn around, so I can get back to eating your
ass out even better than I did before."  Never one to turn down a request
to eat my ass out, I complied with his wishes.  We enjoyed our mutual
rimming for several minutes before André spoke up again.  "I really need
to get fucked," he insisted.  "But, I'm not so sure I can take what's on
offer," he added, squeezing my hard, thick, long dick.  "Do you have lube?"

	"Just my tongue," I responded.

	"I guess that will have to do," André allowed.  "I really need
your dick up my butt."

	"I think there might be some hand lotion in the bathroom," I
observed.  "That'd be better than nothing."  He agreed and I made a mad
dash for the bathroom.  Right on the counter next to two small bars of soap
was a small bottle of hand lotion.  I checked it to be sure that it didn't
have glycerin in it.  I knew from experience that stuff could sting a
tender asshole.  I was in luck.  The ingredient wasn't listed.  "Name your
favorite position," I smiled coming back into the room and kneeling next to
him.

	"Face to face for the first fuck," he smirked.  "I know you gotta
have more than one load in these bull balls of yours," he added, lightly
stroking my nut sack.  I could only smile at his eagerness.  Yes, I could
cum several times in one evening, with the right inspiration.  So far, he
definitely inspired me.

	I added lube to my fat dick and to his back entrance.  With a broad
smile, he grabbed my dick and pulled it into his hole.  "Yeah, just like
that.  Nice and slow, but all the way in."  The condom reached a little
more than half way up my dick.  It was one that fit thick dicks, but didn't
take into account a lengthy one like mine.  I guess if you have several
inches bagged, you won't have leakage that far up the shaft.  Still, it was
a tight fit, so I did get a good deal of feeling from his tight ass as I
slipped deeper and deeper.

	André pulled my face down for another kiss as more inches
disappeared up his welcoming ass.  "You have a great ass," I praised.
"Those cakes love my basting stick.  I only wish I could give them the
creamy filling they deserve."

	"We're already established that we're both negative; so when we get
home, we can swap test results and toss the condoms.  Meanwhile, fuck me to
death with your rubber raincoat on," he insisted.  "And do it as often as
you can get it up."

	"Uh, I do believe we both have classes tomorrow," I reminded him.

	"So, fuck me until midnight, then," he laughed, and resumed kissing
me while his hands worked on my ass, pulling me harder and faster into his
beautiful bubble butt.  "Give it to me, Daryl!  I love your big dick up my
ass.  You're so thick and long and you fit perfectly up my hole.  I wish we
didn't have to use these damned condoms.  I'd love to feel you skin to skin
and your load jet up deep inside me."

	I loved the idea of pumping my loads up his ass bare.  It made my
nuts boil.  Without warning, I started to climax up his ass.  My body
stiffened and jerked as I filled the condom with my creamy ball gravy.
"Fuckin' HOT!" I bellowed as more juice sprayed into the rubber.  When I
finally regained control, I slowly pulled out of his ass and tossed the
condom away.  His long dick beckoned to me.  "I need you up my ass," I
begged.  "I hope this condom isn't too baggy for you, but I do know that
your dick is gonna be the longest I've ever had up my hole."

	Eagerly, we swapped places.  He added lube to my ass, stretched on
a condom and lifted my big legs on to his muscular shoulders.  As he leaned
in to kiss me, his dickhead touched my asshole and pressed urgently.  I
relaxed and allowed him to enter me.  Because his dick wasn't overly thick,
I accommodated him easily.  It was when he hit bottom that I knew he truly
had an astonishingly long dick.  I'd seen dicks like that in porn flicks,
but never one in real life.  Despite the length, his technique was gentle.
My hands on his ass urged him to pick up speed.  However, that proved fatal
to the longevity of the fuck.  Seconds later, he erupted into the
protective bag and climaxed hard inside me.

	Getting fucked always makes my dick hard, so when he pulled out and
tossed the used condom, I pulled another condom off the night stand and
offered to mount him again.  Before the condom was out of the wrapper,
André had his legs in the air.  I ate his ass for a couple of seconds,
but wasn't all that delighted with the taste of hand lotion.  As I started
to push my dick up his hole, he suggested a change of positions.  He rolled
over on to this stomach and then got up on all fours.  "Do me doggie style.
Really get it deep up my hungry ass.  Damn, I wish I was taking your raw
load!"

	I fucked him slowly, working my fingertips over his nipples,
occasionally stroking his hardening dick, and chewing and kissing on his
ear lobes.  I wanted this fuck to last.  And we did a good job of extending
it for nearly ten minutes.  But, by then, my balls were boiling and there
was little that would stop another climax.  "You're gonna get bred again,"
I warned.

	"If only," he smiled over his shoulder.  "I wish you were breeding
me.  I love your huge dick inside me.  But, that fuckin' condom is in the
way."

	"All that safety isn't making me happy, either, but you're still
getting fucked and I'm still gonna cum!" I moaned.  With the last syllable
uttered, I jerked and shuddered on his back as my dick juices filled
another condom.  It was probably as big a load as my first one.  That
seemed to be the way I climaxed.  The loads were always about the same
volume, no matter the intervals between them.


	We relaxed a few minutes, talking about nothing in particular, but
slowly stroking each other's dick.  He got long and hard again and so did
I.

	"You need another fuck?" he asked.  I smiled and rolled on to my
stomach.  "Take me stretched out like this.  I want to feel your long dick
hitting the back of my tonsils from the back side."  Donning another
condom, he slipped his long, thin dick up my hole and hit bottom in one
long stroke.  He made it jerk several times, so I'd know how deep he was.
Yeah, this was nice.  I liked getting fucked by a long, thin dick like his.
I could do him several times a day and willingly flip over to take his
dick.  And the best thing was that he's oversexed as badly as I am.  He
could be worth pursuing when I got home.

	I felt him stiffen and utter a strangled cry as his dick jerked
fast and hard way up my ass.  He was cumming again and I agreed with him
that I wish that fuckin' condom wasn't in the way.  But, I had my own stiff
issues.  I pulled away from him while his dick was still stiff, but his
climax was over.  Quickly, I rolled another condom on to my very hard dick
and took him the same way he'd just fucked me.  Getting fucked by him had
lit my fire.  In less than a minute, I was flooding another condom.  Fuck!
This was too fast!

	"Sorry about how quickly I climaxed," I apologized when I rolled
away from him and peeled off the spent rubber.

	"No need to apologize," he smiled over at me.  He glanced at the
clock.  "I think we should call it a night.  After all this activity, we'll
need some real sleep to be ready for class tomorrow."

	"Yeah, you're right.  Midnight would have been too late.  Too bad
this isn't the weekend so we could really cut loose," I countered.

	"You're here all week?" he asked, hoping to confirm what we'd
talked about in the restaurant.  I nodded.  "Wanna spend another evening of
debauchery with me?"

	I smiled.  "You bet your ass, I do!"


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