Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2015 12:43:45 -0500
From: Kenneth Rodman <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Flying Fairies III

			    FLYING FAIRIES III

 Tim's dick was a taste treat. Every so often I'd get a little sample of
his precum and it was delicious. He was being kind to my boner by not
sucking hard, mostly paying attention to my cockhead with his tongue and
wagging his head around so my stiffy was rubbing against all parts of his
mouth. I tried to follow his lead and replicate his moves. Then I felt his
finger tickling my butthole. A new sensation and it set me off on the climb
to my orgasm. As I got closer my glans got ever more sensitive and when I
was right on the edge I lifted my head off his cock and warned him I was a
about to cum. He was teasing me, barely massaging the tip of my cock with
his tongue. It was sweet agony to be teetering on the edge of
ejaculating. So close, ah God it felt so good...and then KZZZAAAAP! The cum
roared down my straining dick and he popped his head off with my first
spurt. Hard as stone my unfettered dong danced and squirted, and squirted
and kept squirting for at least eight times. . Ahh, it felt marvelous to
shoot my load and we both watched in reverent silence.

 "How about it? Get back to work! Remember me over here, the guy with a
needy hardon pointing at you?" He said. There was semen all over the place
and I lubed a forefinger with some and slid it up his butt. His cock was
leaking gobs of precum and it tasted ever so good. "Ah, yes. Yes, yes what
could be nicer than pleasure on both of my joy spots. Keep that finger
moving." Then silence reigned for a couple of minutes, broken only when he
announced he was pretty close to the edge. I kept my pooper finger busy but
replaced my face with my other hand and gently massaged the underside of
his cockhead. A big drop of nature's lubricant oozed from his piss slit and
I licked it off. I got out of the way just in time to escape the first jet
of his joy juice. His face was screwed up as though in agony and he didn't
utter a sound as his pucker spasmed on my finger while his cock jerked and
squirted. A lot.

    When he came back to earth I asked Tim about the only guy not
naked. Mid thirties, blonde, cute with a huge bulge in his bathing
suit. "Oh that's Paul. Nice guy but a strange duck. He's gay but committed
to celibacy. We call him Saint Paul. Apparently he gets a huge guilt trip
when he has sex with men."

   My curiosity about what was about to split his bathing suit was driving
my filthy imagination to new heights. I introduced myself to him and asked
if I could bum a ride back to Santa Fe. Big smile and he said "Sure,"

    As we flew back I told him my curiosity was killing me re what must be
a very large penis and I'd really like to see it. "Nope, I'm gay and enjoy
being around gay men, but I have sworn off sexual activity with guys." I
pointed out that his very large erection would indicate that he might enjoy
M-M sex and asked if he'd ever tried it. And if so if he liked it.

  "Well yes and no. Yes I tried it twice and I liked it. But no, the guilt
afterwards was awful and not worth a few minutes of enjoyment."

   I told him I had felt the same way initially having been brought up in a
religious family, so I sought out a psychologist who advanced an opinion
that washed away my guilt. Paul wanted to know what I learned so I lied
through my cock and told him that the psychologist advanced the theory that
Jesus was himself gay. He pointed out that Jesus was never married, only
hung out with men and quoted a couple of verses in the bible that indicated
he enjoyed sex with men. A lot. And in fact he was crucified because his
fuckbuddy Judas outed him. Paul was nonplussed. And I repeated that I was
fascinated with the bulge in his bathing suit and I'd really like to see
it.

   "Gee, I've got to think about this," he said.

    Two days later he called and invited me over to his place to explore
the gay Jesus theory further. We talked about it for a while and he said,
"Well, I guess I'll never know if M/M sex will still give me a major guilt
trip unless I try it." I suggested we masturbate each other to see how it
made him feel and he said, "Impossible. Masturbation by definition is self
pleasuring so masturbating someone else is an oxymoron. Sorry, but I'm an
English teacher and I can't help myself sometimes." Then he smiled and
said, "But we could jack each other off and see how that works."

   We were naked in seconds and I was not disappointed in my hopes the big
bulge in his bathing suit hid a big weenie. It was pretty too, with an
oversized glans sitting on top of a thick boner at least inches long. He
led me to a couch and we sat side by side. I fondled his balls and they
were oversized too. Then I started to stroke him and in a minute or two he
followed suit. I was going gently and slowly but it couldn't have been two
minutes before his back arched and he moaned, "oooohhhHHH......GOD!"  His
cock throbbed in my hand and I let it go free. The first spurt was mostly
clear fluid that landed on his leg. Then creamy cum began to squirt a
couple of feet in the air as his cock danced. I didn't count but he must
have shot well more than a half dozen man sized wads. When he came back to
earth he began to jack me. I lasted longer than he did but he did know how
to stroke a cock and the combination of the smell of cum permeating the
room and the sight of his still hard still leaking dick sent me over the
edge pretty quick. When I unloaded he held on to my organ and stared open
mouthed as the splooge gushed out.

   "Gosh, the feel of your penis pulsing in my hand and watching all that
semen shooting out was awesome. Now I have to see if the guilt trip comes
back." I told him I hoped not and was glad he enjoyed our meeting. As I
left I asked him to call me back in a couple of days and tell me how he was
feeling.

    I didn't have to wait long, he called me the next day. "Boy do I owe
you a bunch! No guilt, none at all. And now I maybe can really enjoy being
gay. Uh, do you think we could, um, maybe something more, er advanced? To
see how that works? Like maybe tomorrow morning before church?"

     He met me at the door with a full boner and a smile to go with it. By
the time I shucked my duds I was hard too. He really did have a gorgeous
dick. I asked him what he wanted to do and with zero hesitation said, "I've
always wanted to be screwed. I've been using a wine bottle up my fanny for
years when I masturbate and feeling guilty every time I imagined it was a
guy but now the guilt's gone and I'm ready for the real thing." He was
indeed ready, he had a pack of condoms and a tube of lube on the bedside
table. He rubbered me up, greased me good and flopped on his back with his
knees pulled up. My cock had to push a little until his sphincter relaxed
and then I entered him balls to the wall. "Oh yeah. Much better than my
bottle!" He said. His butt hole was tight on my boner and it felt mighty
good as I did the old in and out. "Tell me what you feel when you get close
to your climax," he said.

      A couple minutes later I felt that delicious rise of tension, slowed
my stroking and said, "I'm getting there, my cock is getting more and more
sensitive and I've got a tight feeling behind my balls. Eee, yeah it feels
good. Like a rubber band being overstretched... Closer, I'm gonna cum
pretty....OOOOOHHHHH, OH, OH, OH, GOD! o, o, ohhhh, wow. I hope it felt
good for you too.

       "It did. I could feel your penis throbbing in there and imagining
your semen squirting. Stay in me for a minute, you still feel awfully
good."

       I did until I finally lost my boner, then I bent over and licked the
precum dripping from his piss slit. It tasted so good I licked the puddle
off his belly too, then I said, "Look at your poor organ. It's all swollen
up! It seems to me the Christian thing for me to do would be lick it until
the swelling goes away."

			      TO BE CONTINUED