Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2001 19:37:47 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: How Lucky Can You Get

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How Lucky Can You Get.


I had seen him around the plant site for the past few months like
anyone would miss noticing him!  He was just under six feet tall,
a nice gym-toned body, with dark hair and dark eyes that pierce
right through you when he looks your way. The face was very much
`man'.but at some angles seemed to have an almost little boy
quality that just made you want to lean over and kiss him.   The
body, also, was very nice. I knew that for a fact: both from just
being able to tell by looking (even though his clothes were
fairly loose), but also from having actually seen him once in the
shower at a nearby fitness center.

There was a problem, though, with just how much of that beautiful
body I had been able to see.  During the entire episode when I
did see him, he had carefully kept his back to all public view,
so I had no idea of what was `up front'.

I had been overjoyed and very excited when I spotted him that day
at the gym, he looked so good in the shorts and tee shirt.  The
dark hair on his legs ran fully up their backs right up-and-under
the bottom of his shorts -- and that coming out the top of his
shirt in front looked so enticing.

But I definitely wanted to see more of him!

Managing to find whatever to keep myself occupied until he
finally put the weights down and strode off toward the locker
room, I waited for a chance to catch him in the altogether.  A
couple minutes later timed in hopes he would have removed those
treasure-hiding coverings -- I followed him into the back area.
Sure enough, there he was, right down at the end of the same line
of lockers as my own.

But, alas, he was a lot faster than I had judged, and he already
had a very large, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.  He must
have brought that from home - it sure wasn't one of those
provided by the gym -- and it really covered up anything that was
under it.

Quickly removing my own shoes, socks, shorts, and shirt, I
wrapped a towel around my own waist and, as he walked toward the
showers, I was right behind him.  There are individual showers at
this gym, with translucent glass doors.  Usually you can pretty
well see what's on the other side of the glass, so I could hardly
wait to see which one he chose.  Of course, my idea was to use
the one directly across from his where I could finally get a good
look at what was hidden under that towel.

Damn!  He stepped into the shower and closed the door behind him
before he took off the towel.

Then, when he did, he kept his back to the door and reached out
through it with his left arm to hang the towel on the rack
outside the door. What I did see, however, was definitely a `good
view'. That was an ass to die for!  It was beautifully rounded -
with firm, slightly dimpled cheeks.  I'm not at all into rimming,
but that gorgeous pair of buns made me give it some serious
consideration.  At least I'd sure like to nibble on them!

I pulled my own towel off, hanging it on the hook adjacent to the
door of the shower I was stepping into, and turned to face the
door so I could see out and across to his.  Anyone that wants to
is welcome to check me out (and if they like what they see,
they're also welcome to let me know that too).   I'm 52 years
old, but look much younger and try to keep myself at least `fit',
though I'm certainly no gym rat. I've got brown eyes and brown
hair.and, yes, I still have a full head of it.  I don't have a
lot of body hair, but do have a pretty good amount on my legs and
arms. I've been told I'm "nice looking", and I certainly am not
in the "troll" or "old fats" categories.   Anyway.enough about
me.let's get back to the story.

As I showered, I watched the adonis on other side the entire time
-- hoping, just hoping, that he would turn around and I could get
a good look at what lay in front.  However, I was again
disappointed.  He never once turned -- even to one side or the
other.  When he finally finished rinsing, he turned the shower
off and reached out the same way as before, this time to retrieve
the towel from the rack.  Then he stayed in the shower to dry
off, until he had wrapped the towel back around his waist, turned
around and stepped out.

By then I had also retrieved my towel and dried off, loosely
wrapping my towel around my waist just in time to follow him out
of the shower room and back to the lockers.  I lagged behind
enough to not make it obvious that I was following him, but he
never really left my field of vision.

When we were both back at the lockers, he opened his, reached in
and took out a tee-shirt, and then pulled it on over his head.
Next he reached in and removed a pair of dark cotton boxers.  I
was waiting expectantly for him to drop the towel.  No such luck!
He proceeded to turn toward the wall away from me, step into the
shorts, and then pull them up and under the towel.  When he did
pull the towel loose and turn back, you couldn't see anything but
cloth between his neck and just above his knees.  Damn, was I
frustrated!

Then he turned toward me and smiled.  Not like he was teasing or
indicating that he had purposely hidden from me, it was just a
friendly smile.  I smiled back at him and asked, "How was your
workout?"

"Fine," he replied.  "How was yours?"

"About as good as an `old fart' like me can do," I answered back
with a smile and head-shake.

"I don't think you qualify for that moniker yet," he added.

"Thanks.  I try not to look or act like one ... yet," I replied
with a chuckle.

"Well, you are certainly successful in that effort," he answered
back.  "How old are you?"

"I'm fifty-two.and damned proud of it!" I boasted.

"Damn! I'd have never guessed that.  I thought you were maybe
just over forty."

"Thanks.  God knows I try.  I do try."

By this time we were both dressed and as he passed me heading for
the aisle, he said, "Guess I'll see you around here.or at the
plant."

"Guess so," I said, somewhat surprised by that "at the plant"
remark.  He must have recognized me from work; but I wouldn't
have thought that he would have ever noticed me there.  "Wow!" I
thought to myself.  But gave it no more thought as I closed my
locker and headed for my car.

As I drove home, my thoughts were divided between some great
fantasies of what I would like to do with that guy from work,
what Rachael (my wife) was fixing for dinner, and which one of
the kids would be calling home tonight.  Yes, I'm married. I have
a son who's finished school and working in another state, and a
daughter away in college. It's the text-book family.

There's just one little problem there.I like sex with other men.
Some people might say I'm `bi', but quite truthfully I wouldn't
use that term. Sure, I can `do my husbandly duties', but I get no
enjoyment out of it and for the last ten years, I've been faking
my orgasms (quite a trick for a man).  I even tried the "it
doesn't work anymore" routine, but my wife made me go to the
doctor and get Viagra!  It's impossible to keep it down when
you've taken one of those!! So I'm back to faking it.

I really think of myself as `gay'.  .but I have no intention of
changing my current situation.  I like the comfort and security
of the way things are, and don't want to create any scenes or
problems for others.  I've gotten very used to my closet and, as
I like to say, I've put in panelling and drop-lighting to make it
just like home.


...

A couple days (and many fantasies) later, I was walking through
the warehouse at work when I needed to go to the men's room.
Rather than just "waste the trip" I hung around a bit down the
aisle from the door and waited to see if anyone was going in that
I might be able to "check out" - do a little "window shopping",
you know.

After several minutes, no one had gone in, but I really had to go,
so I went on in.

As I walked through the door, I didn't hear anything.  I hadn't
seen anyone come in for several minutes, so it wasn't likely
there was anyone in there.  Then, I heard the splash of someone
using a urinal.  Strange.I thought to myself. That sounded just
like what I do sometimes.you know.stand there and hold it until I
hear someone else coming in, then let it loose so it seems like I
had just gotten in there myself.

When I rounded the corner to where the urinals were, I could see
a man's back standing in front of one of them.  There are only
two of them, so you have no choice but to stand right next to
anyone else in there.

As I moved toward the slot on the left, I finally saw who the
other guy was - it was that gorgeous young guy from here and the
gym!!!  As I moved up and started to unzip, he turned slightly
toward me, smiled, and said: "Hi, there. fancy meeting you here."

"So how are things going with you?" I asked, already hoping for a
chance to get a quick peek over the top of the low privacy
shield.

"Not too bad," he replied.  "Been to the gym lately?"

"Not since I saw you there.  You been there?"

"Yeah. I went yesterday, but didn't feel much like working out.
Only did about half the usual routine."

About that time there was a noise over to the right of where we
were standing and we both involuntarily turned to look where it
was coming from.  That meant he was looking away from me and all
I had to do was divert my eyes down a bit, and I could see what
was in his hand.  I only had a quick glance before I had to look
back up -- and not get caught -- but it was enough!

My knees got weak and I had to hold onto the flush handle to keep
myself standing!

What I had seen was a marvelous six or more inches of dark, uncut
meat!  It was everything I had dreamed and fantasized that it
ought to be! It was big and beautiful!  .and since I'm a foreskin
nut, the uncut covering was all that and more!!!!!  Too bad I'll
never get to see more of it, I thought to myself.

That's when I noticed that he had shifted his weight over to the
left side, and was -- yes, he was -- slyly looking over the
shield to my side to see what I was holding in my hand. He had
been waiting for someone to come in -- just like I had thought --
and it was me that he was now checking out!

Without being obvious, I leaned back slightly and opened my hand
so my cock was lying across my palm in full view. Actually, it
wasn't really lying there.  From my excitement seeing what he was
holding, and now from the knowledge that he was possibly
interested, it had filled out a bit and was really standing there
about a half inch above my palm -- and growing.

He turned his head slightly more to the left, looked me squarely
in the eye, and smiled.  Then he backed up away from the porcelin
pee-catcher until his front was fully exposed beyond the privacy
shield, and slowly turned toward me.  I looked down and my breath
caught in my throat.

It had grown!  Damn! How it had grown!   There had to be a full
eight inches of steely, throbbing rod standing outside the fly of
his Dockers . and he was now slowly pulling the skin back,
exposing the slick, shiny, blue-red head. A drop of pre-cum was
glistening at the slit, as the head swelled and then deflated
slightly.  It was certainly nice and long, but it was also nice
and thin - not too wide to easily fit into a couple places I was
already wanting it to go.

I couldn't wait any longer.  I turned to face him and stepped
forward enough that I could touch the tip of my own now rock-hard
member to his.  When I did, they only met momentarily, then I
moved back a little and watched the silky strand of his juice as
it hung between our throbbing and jerking rods.  I moved forward
again to press my piss slit onto his for another touch of his hot
manliness.

This time, as I did, he immediately moved his hand forward,
pushing his foreskin over his cockhead and then over mine as
well.  Damn! I go wild over the feel of docking with a large
uncut cock!! I could sense his warmth as he enveloped the head of
my raging cock.  It was wonderful! It was everything I had
dreamed of and fantasized about him!!  . but this was not the
place to continue.  There was far too much chance of someone
walking in on us.

As though he were reading my mind, he said: "I wish you could
come over to my apartment and we could continue this without fear
of interruption."

"Oh!  You have no idea how much I'd like to do that!!  Do you
live nearby?"

"No, I'm about a half-hour east of here."

"That's on my way home!" I replied, my excitement growing.

That's when I noticed that he hadn't broken the coupling but was
actually beginning to stroke the two of us together under his
ample foreskin. The feeling was incredible!!!

"You'll have to stop by some night when you're going past," he
continued, not breaking his rythmn.

"You bet!" was about all I could seem to get out.  I could feel
my balls beginning to lift and pull up tight against the
underside of my groin.  "Oh, shit!" I whispered between clenched
teeth.  "Oh, shit!  I'm gonna cum!!!"

"Let'er rip" he whispered back to me.

. and I did.  With that I exploded in an orgasm that was better
than any I could remember for a long, long time!!  I could feel
my cock pumping its load into the now ballooning skin covering
its working end.

"Holy, shit! That's incredible!  That's wonderful!  Oh, my god!!"
I stammered.

Just as I said that, I felt his rod quiver, swell and lift and
then felt the heat of his own lava flooding the tiny space not
already filled by my own juices.  I quickly unbuckled my belt,
opened the top of my slacks, and pulled my shirt up above my
waist.  "On here," I blurted.  "On here!  Let me feel that hot
jizm!  Here!"

He quickly pulled off from the docking and I felt the next shot
of his molten goo as it hit and spread over me just below my
navel.  Three more large, pearly white dollops of his cream
landed there before he leaned over and rubbed the head of that
marvelous love tool into the mess on my belly. He let the mix of
our two loads free from the pocket of skin, spreading it around
and letting me feel the heat of his passion.

"Oh, my god!" was all he could get out.  Finally he said, "That
was even better than I had expected. We've got to do this some
more! .. But right now, we better get cleaned up before someone
comes in here."

I was already heading for the sinks and grabbed some paper towels
to wipe our mingled cock juices off me.

I managed to get most of it in one swipe when I heard someone's
palm hit the door and start to push it inward.  Almost as quickly
as I got them down, I had my pants back up, buckled, and zipped.
When the fellow who had just come in made it around the corner, I
was calmly washing my hands.

When I looked over, my hot young stud was backing away from the
urinal and zipping his fly as though he had just finished.  As he
turned and walked over to me, and as he moved past and behind the
guy who was now standing at the urinal I had been using before,
he smiled and winked at me.

I reached up for another paper towel.  This time to dry my hands.
Dragging my feet a little, I waited until my `partner' had washed
and dried, and we both walked out the door at the same time.

As we came out the far side, he turned and held out his hand.
"By the way.my name's Dave," he said.

"I'm Peter," I replied as I reached out and shook his hand.

"Very glad to meet you, Peter.  Maybe we can meet later.?. Could
you be here at 4:00?  I want to make some plans.that is.if you're
game.?."

"You bet I am." I replied.  "See you here at 4:00."

_________________________________________________


How Lucky - Part 2.


I had seen him around the plant site for the past few months like
anyone would miss noticing him!  He was just under six feet tall,
a nice gym-toned body, with dark hair and dark eyes that pierce
right through you when he looks your way.

We'd had a `bit of fun' earlier today in the men's room in the
warehouse and Dave, that's his name, had suggested we meet at
4:00 and go to his place.  It was now 3:55 and I'm standing
outside the door waiting for him.

"Hi, Peter," I heard from behind me.

Turning around, I see him.  He's gorgeous!!  . and I already know
just how gorgeous he is - all over!  I can hardly wait for what
is coming up.

"You parked in the main lot?" he asked.

"No, I'm over in the little lot on the west side," I replied.

"Oh.  Okay.  I'll tell you what. I'll go get my car and meet you
there.  That okay?" he continued.

"Sounds fine to me," I answered.  "I'll be waiting."

"I'll be in a black 300ZX," he added.

"What else?" I thought to myself.  "A hot, sleek car for a hot,
sleek body," I thought as I went to my car, got in, started it,
and sat waiting.

It was only a couple minutes later that I saw his car drive into
the lot.  It was sparkling clean and highly polished, making it
look like it was flying when it was sitting still.

"Follow me," he shouted through his open window, as he made a U-
turn and headed back out of the lot.  I was right behind him.

We drove that way for about a half-hour, mostly on highways, then
into city streets and finally into a new condominium complex.  It
was a very nice complex.  We passed a clubhouse and huge swimming
pool with four tennis courts to the side.  This guy really knows
how to live!  .but then, he has a good job - and no wife or
kids!! (those things are expensive!!)

He suddenly turned right into a parking space and motioned for me
to pull in alongside him on the left.  I saw the "guest" label
painted in the slot he was having me go into.

As he hopped out of his car and started up the sidewalk, I got
out and followed.  We went down about three doors and then he
turned left onto the walk leading to unit 242.  As he approached
the door, he pulled out his keys, and as soon as he got to it, he
had the key in the lock and the door open.  He seemed to be in
almost a much of a hurry as I was!

As soon as we were inside, he pushed the door closed behind me
and said, "Welcome to `Chez Davey'.  . . . where we serve only
the finest meat."

"If you're talking about that marvelous tube steak you showed me
earlier, your definitely talking `finest'," I quipped back.  "But
why are we still standing here?  With out clothes on?  C'mere
stud!" I growled.

When he stepped closer, I reached up with both hands and pulled
his head down until our lips met.  Then I let loose and wrapped
my arms around his broad chest and back.  He put his left arm
around me and his right hand came up behind my head to hold our
lips together.

I could already feel the hard warmth of his stiffening rod right
through the slacks we both still had on.  His hand on my back
felt like it was on fire! And his lips began to grind against
mine as he let out a low animal-like groan.  Oh, god!  Could it
get any better?!?!

I ran my hands up and down his back, finally bringing them both
down to cup his delightful buns and pull his groin tighter
against me.  I moved my hips from side-to-side to feel him better
and to excite my own now steel-hardened shaft and pulsing head.

Pulling my head back, I managed to get the words out, "The bed.
Let's.  Get to the bed!"

He released his grip on me and I relinquished my hold on him as
he turned and led me through the hall into the bedroom.  Even as
we were moving, we were pulling off our clothes and letting them
fall where they did.  When we reached the bed, he was completely
nude as he leaned over to pull back the bed spread.

I couldn't resist it and I moved up to him, wrapping my arms
around his waist and pulling his bare butt back against my
throbbing crotch.  As he straightened up, I ran my hands up his
chest and began to rub my fingers over his nipples.  I felt them
begin to harden.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and right shoulder and
nuzzled him, running my lips and the tip of my tongue back and
forth in the soft valley between his beautifully developed
muscles.  I could feel his heat all up and down my front.  My
hands felt the soft mat of his chest hair and then ran south
until I could feel the wiry bush of his pubic patch.

My right hand moved further down and under to lift and caress his
marvelous, egg-sized balls!  My left hand seized his magnificent
shaft and began to slowly stroke it, driving the excess skin far
out over the tip, then pulling it back until the shiny purple tip
of his cockhead with its smiling slit was exposed.



He leaned his head back into the `v' of my head and left shoulder
and pushed his ass against me even tighter.  My knees were
trembling.  He began to move his hips side-to-side and I could
feel the extra warmth and slight wetness of perspiration in the
crack between his asscheeks as it moved over my rigid tool.

I was so damned hot I couldn't stand it any more!  I backed off
and turned him around, nearly shoving him onto the bed.  As he
lay there on his back with his knees over the edge and his feet
still on the floor I dropped to my knees between his legs and put
my face into his crotch.

I could smell the heady aroma of man, and began to lap at his
ballsack, lifting first one and then the other orb on my tongue.
Then I reached forward with my right hand and grabbed his jerking
rod, lifting it to a standing position and pulled down to watch
the skin flatten, thin, and roll back over the head, exposing the
glistening, wet, bloated purple plum.  A shiny drop of man dew
appeared and began to flow down out of the slit at its end.

Quickly I lifted up and covered it with my lips.  Then I slowly
pressed my face down and felt it's soft, silken surface glide
between my lips and over my tongue.  I kept pushing down until I
felt it enter the back of my throat and my nose was buried in the
dark curls of his pubic forest.

I made as if to swallow, causing my mouth and throat to tighten
and stroke over his rampant manhood. I felt it quiver and swell,
so I swallowed again.  This time I felt him raise his hips off
the bed to drive himself further into my willing orifice.

I began to bob my head up and down over that wonderful stake.  I
was going to make it drain its liquid treasure.  Dave began to
moan and thrash his shoulders and head from side to side above
me.  He raised his knees so that he could rest his feet on the
edge of the bed to give him better leverage to thrust up into my
hungry throat.  He was going wild!  I was intent on driving him
over the brink and drinking him dry!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!  Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" he started
to moan more loudly.  "Ooooohhhhhh!  Yyyyyyeeeeesssssss!!
OOOOoooooooohhhhhh! Oh, god! Oh, shit! Oh! Oh! Oh! Itttt's
gonnnna cummmm! Itttttt'sss gonnnnna cummmm! Oh, yes! Oh, my god!
Oh! It's cummin'! It's cummin'!"

This time he lifted his ass all the way off the bed and shoved
his rock-hard cock down my throat as far as he could, reaching
between his legs to hold my head down as he did so.  Then I felt
it swell to almost bursting and felt the hot lava shoot into my
throat and flow down into my stomach.  Again it squirted its load
into my waiting gullet! .and again!

Then he relaxed his legs, dropped back onto the bed and released
his hold on my head.  As he did this, his jerking, shooting
ramrod eased back out of my throat into my mouth and I began to
taste the sweet nectar of his rocks.  It was devine!!  It was
incredibly sweet and silken!

After the last of I-don't-know-how-many shots, I felt his tool
begin to soften in my mouth, but I didn't let it go until I was
fully satisfied that it was empty.  Then I carefully licked it
clean and used my tongue to get to every drop that had spilled
out onto his pubic area, groin and balls.



I hadn't done anything myself, but I was totally spent.  So I
just slid my way up on top of him and lay there.  Then we kissed.
It was a slow, soft kiss, lasting several minutes.

When our lips parted, I rolled over onto my left side next to him
and reached out to slowly run my right hand up and down his
chest.  Every once in a while, I would extend my reach down until
I could caress his right thigh and then dip my hand into the
crevice between his legs and run it back up over his ample
babymakers and now greatly reduced joy rod.

Lying there in my contentment, I dozed off as I stroked over his
front.  When I next looked over at the clock on the night table,
I saw that a little over fifteen minutes had passed.  To my mind,
that should be enough time for a hot young stud to recover enough
to try again.so I started to run my hand down his midsection
until I could feel his tool inside my hand.  I gripped it lightly
and began to rub it back and forth.  Its uncut, loose skin glided
back and forth like a silken shroud even though I was not moving
it enough to actually pull the end of it back over the head which
was easily identifiable  through its shroud.

Sure enough, he started to respond.  Although he was breathing
slowly and evenly, indicating that he was still sleeping, his
arousal was definitely becoming noticeable in my hand.  I
released the enlarging tube and reached down to cup and lift his
marvelous balls and softly massage them.

I could now see his hot ramrod lifting above his pubic brush and
moved my hand back up to envelop it and start to stroke it.  It
responded by swelling and pulsing in my hand as I pulled the skin
back and this time the tip of the head began to peek out of its
turtle-neck enclosure.  I looked over at his face and saw a smile
forming on his lips, but his eyes were still tightly closed in
sleep.  I was planning to give him something to really wake up
to.

Slowly and quietly I lifted myself up next to him until I could
lean over and cover the swollen head of his manhood with my lips.
I felt it pulse and swell again as my hot mouth surrounded it. I
stuck my tongue into the lips of the encircling foreskin and
swirled it around to spread its slick wetness over the entire
head.

I didn't plan to stay that way for long - only until I could get
it nice and wet.  Then I rolled sideways over him and lifted my
right knee across his legs until I was straddling him just over
his navel.  I reached back behind me and lifted his now steel-
like ram until it was pointing straight up.

As I did that, I shifted back until my hungry asshole was
directly above that marvelous roto-rooter and pushed my hand down
to drive the foreskin back and off the head.  Then I slowly began
to lower myself onto it.  Between my saliva and the natural
lubricants that make an uncut cockhead look so bright and shiny,
it was pretty well slicked up.

By now he had also begun to leak some pre-cum, but there was
still a lot of friction there and the tightness of my spincter
resisted the pressure against its portal.  I lowered myself some
more.

Finally, I felt the `pop' as the head penetrated and made it way
past the gate of my pink rosebud.  It wasn't as easy as I had
hoped.  It hurt.  Not a great deal, but definitely more than was
comfortable.  I stopped for a minute to allow the pain to subside
and then began to sit further down onto him.

Every now and then I would stop and rise up slightly, then begin
to lower myself to get more of him into my hot love tunnel.  The
sensations were incredible!!!  That boy had a cock that was just
made for fucking, and I had the man pussy that wanted it!!!

Just as I felt the shrub of his pubic hairs brush against the
underside of my raging cock and balls, I looked up at his face
and watched his eyes open.  A big smile broke out on his face.
"Wow! That's what I call a real wake-up call!!" he said.  "That
is one tight ass, guy!!  Wow! That feels in-fucking-credible!!"

"It sure does!" I replied.  ".and that is one wonderful piece of
meat you've got up inside me there.  I could ride that pony for
hours."

"I don't think it would last for hours.  As hot as that ass of
yours is, I feel like I'm almost ready to pop already!"

"Well, don't let me stop you!  I want to go for the gold!  I want
you to shoot a gallon of your hot man juice up there!!  I want
you to fill me until I can't talk without gurgling!  I want to
feel that hot cum unload inside me in buckets!!  C'mon, babe,
fuck me good!"

With that I started to bounce up and down on that rock-hard fuck-
stick, driving myself wild!  Oh, god, it felt so good!!  I could
feel the ridge at the back of the head as it drove its way
through my insides.  Each time it was almost out, I would drop
down onto it, forcing it to ride across the nut hard knob of my
prostate, sending electric currents and shivers all the way up my
spine into the back of my head!!  I was flying wild!!!

Underneath me, Dave began to buck his hips in rhythm to my
rocking.  Each time I came down, he would rise up to meet me and
jam that incredible cock into me as deeply as it could possibly
go!!

Each time he hit home like that, he would exhale with a deep
moan.  I started to make noises that almost took on the sounds of
a shriek.  We were like two wild stallions - each fucking and
being fucked in its favorite way!!  You could smell the wild sex
and sweat!  Two beings caught up in ecstacy!!

"NNNnnngggggghhhhh!" I heard him mutter. "OOOoooooooohhhhhhh,
gggggodddddd!!! Ooooooonnnnnnggggghhhhh! Oh, shit! Oh, yes! Oh,
yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooooooooohhhh! Ittttttt'ssss cummminnnnggggggg!
Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh! Oh! NNNNnnnnnnngggggg!!!!!!!!!!" .and it
started to pump!

He grabbed me on the top of both hips and pulled me down onto him
and held me there as tightly as he could as he pushed and pumped
me full of his white hot man lava.  I could feel it as each round
spurted from the slit and splattered into my insides.  It was
wonderful!  It was everything I had imagined! Everything I had
hoped for!

In my writhing ecstacy, I reached down with my right hand and
grabbed my own ready-to-explode manhood.  Giving it only a couple
of quick jerks, I felt the heat of my own juices as they coursed
from deep between my legs, up the pisstube on the underside, and
then erupted from the tip.  It was the biggest single wad of
pearly white jizm that I think I have ever seen come out of me!
It lept off the end and jetted into the air like a mortar round
in a high arc, up even with my face and then down toward his
chest.  It was like in slow motion.

Even before it hit, there was another round in the air. Then
another!!

By now Dave had about finished filling me with his hot, juicy
gift.  Looking at what was coming out of my hot rod, he lifted up
off the bed and bent forward until he could get his mouth over
it's end and began to drink deeply of what was left.  He sucked
and sucked until I thought he was going to pull my balls and
eardrums out through the end of my cock.  I was drained!

Finally, he released me from his mouth and lay back.  I just sat
there still feeling him inside me.

"Wow!" was all he could say. "Wow!"

I looked over at the clock, and it hit me.  We had been at it for
over fifteen minutes!  "Oh, shit!! I've got to get out of here!
I'm going to be late!  I have a very short leash and I'm going to
have to come up with some kind of `cover story'."

Jumping up, I hopped off the bed and grabbed for my clothes.  As
I hurriedly put them on, I said: "I hope this isn't going to be a
one-and-only, is it?"

"Not if I have any say in it," he replied.  "You just let me know
when you want a replay!"

"Sounds great to me! I'd like to replay this a whole bunch of
times!"

"Me too," he answered as he got up off the bed. "Me too."

Reaching out, he pulled me over to him and grabbed my head,
holding me there as he leaned forward and gave me a hard,
passionate kiss. Finally breaking away, he said: "We've got to
get together again!  We really have to!  Now get out of here
before your wife won't ever let you be late again!"

"I'll see you at the plant," I called over my shoulder as I went
through the door and headed for my car.  ".and that's a promise"
I said to myself as I walked to the curb.

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This is another story by CNJShore9.  If you like this one, check
out others starting with "Lunchtime Desserts" and following back
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