Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 08:31:36 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Pies and Size Queens part 20

Hey Guys, sorry to tell you this is the last piece I'm publishing in this
thread.  I've really enjoyed the feedback, and hope you continue to comment
on my writing.  If you haven't discovered my other thread on Nifty yet,
check out "Across the Alley." If anything, I get more feedback from readers
on that thread than I have on "Hot Pies & Size Queens".  Beginning next
week, look for a new thread called "Shifting Gear", which is a complete
novel which is so sleazy and hot, no publisher would touch it with a ten
foot pole wearing a condom and surgical gloves.  Good reading and keep up
the feedback.  I live for the strokes you guys give me.  Speaking of
strokes, can any of you answer this ZEN Koan for me?  "What is the sound of
one hand jacking?"


Buttcheeks


	There's nothing I like better than long hours of continuous butt play.  A
man with a nice set of rosy buttcheeks, gets my vote, tongue and cock every
time.  A lot of guys don't think about their butts that much, and often I
find just a few complimentary comments, and maybe a quick stroke with my
hand, and they suddenly want to know more.
	I was at the grocery store a few days ago, and saw this incredible man
pushing a cart around, following a woman who was dropping things into the
cart as they went.  I couldn't resist, and started following him, eying his
buns, and thinking of all the things I'd like to do to them.  At one point,
his wife told him she had forgotten something that was on the other side of
the store, and that he should wait there until she got back.  I figured he
was pussy whipped by the way he said, "yes dear," and folded his hands over
the handle of the cart, and assumed an at ease stance.  It wasn't much, but
it was probably the only chance I had.
	"Hi," I pushed my still empty cart up next to his.  "I have to tell you
something I noticed."
	"What?" He felt immediately to see if his fly was open.
	"Just that you have the most suckable ass I've ever seen."  I handed him a
card with my name and number on it, and smiled, showing the tip of my
tongue.  "If you ever want it sucked, just call me.  I'd love to do you for
hours."  He looked at my card, and then at me, grinned slightly, but said
nothing.  He slipped my  card in his wallet, and I pushed on with my
shopping.  When I reached the end of the isle, I looked back, and he was
standing there squeezing his cock through his pants, and watching me.  I
knew I could expect a call.
	I'd almost forgotten about him, by the time Saturday morning rolled around.
  I answered my phone just after I'd gotten out of my shower.  I was still
nude, letting my ceiling fan air dry me to cool my skin down.
	"Hello?  Who's this?"
	"You wouldn't know my name, but you gave me a card in the grocery store on
Wednesday afternoon."
	"Ohh yeah.  The guy with the sexy buttcheeks."
	"What did you mean you would like to suck my butt for hours?"
	"Just that sweetcheeks.  I love sliding my long tongue up a guy's crack,
and slipping it into his hole.  Have you ever had a rim job before?"
	"Once or twice, when I was in the service."
	"You liked it huh?"
	"It was incredible.  I've tried to get my wife to try it, but it's no dice.
  I even do her now and then, and she loves it when I do, but she hasn't got
the nerve to suck my ass.  She says it's gross."
	"You sound like you're hungry for a good ass sucking right now."
	"I'd be at your place in a flash if I knew where it was."  I told him, and
it turned out we were practically next door neighbors.  He lived in the
corner house on the cross street from me.  He said he had all day to play,
because his wife had gone to visit her mother for the day, and wasn't
expected back before ten that night.  He'd told her, he was planning to go
fishing at the beach.
	He walked up my walk, in less than ten minutes after we hung up, and I
answered the door with a smile on and nothing else.  He stepped through the
door, and groped my dick pretending to give it a hand shake.  We went right
back to my bedroom, and I helped him strip out of his clothes.  His cock was
already hard, and compared to my hand length, which I've measured at seven
inches, his dick was a niner.  He had two inches on me, and I knew we were
going to have fun.
	I asked him to get down on my bed on his knees, and to spread his cheeks
with his hands.  I wanted to get him as open as possible.  I got behind him,
and licked up his crack until I found his pucker.  I slathered it with my
hot saliva, and tongued the surface, tasting his slightly musky flavor.  He
moaned and wiggled his ass.  I let my tongue stiffen a little, and I pushed
into his assring and felt him tighten up at first, and then go completely
loose.  He was hot for me to suck his hole as deeply as I could.  I made my
tongue into a little dick, and fucked into him deep.  He groaned, and rocked
his ass back onto my face.  I began to do him using every trick in the book,
and soon, he was shuddering and groaning with lust.  He began to stroke off,
and I stopped eating his ass and got down on my back.  I told him to squat
over my face, and when was in position, I sucked his dangling nuts into my
mouth, and used my nose to slide across his pucker.  He was soon writhing
and humping as he jacked his big cock.  I took my stiffness in hand, and
began to jack myself.  He began breathing hard and suddenly, he shot a
massive load of cream across my stomach into my cock pubes.  I let go of my
dick, and slimed my hand with his steamy goo, and used it as lube to slick
my aching throbbing cock with.  The sound his cum made sliding on my cock
was hot, and I continued eating his ass while I jacked myself to an
ejaculation that was hot and heavy.
	He got off my face, and grabbed me behind the knees, and rolled me up like
a sowbug until my hole was next to his mouth.  His tongue was nearly as good
as mine, and he was soon tongue fucking my asshole like an expert.  I took
his half hard cock into my mouth, and started sucking him.  He stiffened
right up, and began humping my throat.  This scene went on for about twenty
minutes, before he stopped.
	"Man I'm so fucking hot, I want to fuck you."  His voice had a tinge of
panic that I might say no.  I rolled out from under him, and got the
necessary items out of my bedside drawer.  I rolled the rubber down his
dick, and slapped a gob of lube on my hole.  He put me on my back again, and
threw my legs over his shoulder, and just rammed his big log of a cock into
my hot hole.  He didn't wait for anything to adjust, he was fucking me from
the word go.
	He seemed pretty hungry for ass, and after he'd blown his wad in my butt,
we rested and talked a little.  He had discovered butt play while he was in
Viet Nam in the service.  The first time it had been with a female
prostitute he'd met in a bar.  He was afraid of catching something, and his
buddies had told him to ask for a rimjob.  He'd had no idea what it was, and
nearly lost his marbles when she turned him over and started sucking his
shithole.  He'd had no idea.
	Later on, he discovered that the male boys for hire, were actually better
at it than the women, and later still, he'd discovered the pleasures of a
deep tight asshole to those of a loose sloppy pussy, and after that, he'd
stuck to fucking with the male hustlers in Saigon.  When he returned home
after the war, he'd gone for too long a time without getting his favorite
form of sex.  He'd married, and loved his wife, but still felt the need of a
little ass now and then.  He'd tried to talk to her about it, but she just
strictly wasn't interested.
	He'd picked up a young kid on the strip once, and the kid had let him suck
his asshole, but had refused to do his.  Basically, he was telling me he
hadn't had a rimjob since Viet Nam.  I told him his dry spell was over,
because he could avail himself of my services any time, because I thought he
had the most incredible ass I'd seen on a man in ages.  Since we lived so
close together, I suggested he visit as often as he liked.  He agreed he
would, and we went back to the purpose of the visit.
	We played until nearly nine o:clock that night, when he decided he'd better
get home and clean up.  We both smelled funky from so much ass play, and had
started talking about getting into it a little deeper maybe with some water
sports next time.  He said he'd call soon, and I watched him trot up the
street in the dark.  I showered and fixed myself a bowl of soup.  My tongue
and mouth were so sore and tired from all the sucking I'd done all day, I
didn't think I could handle solid foods.
	He and I have been able to get together several times a week since then.
His wife works, and there's a three hour overlap when he's home while she is
not.  The sex we share just keeps getting sexier and kinkier.  I'm sure it's
going to go to some higher level soon.

The End