Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2006 14:51:21 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: John and Jim, Chapter 7

		       Chapter 7--The Plot Thickens

	Once outside, we set about our designated tasks.  Jim pulled the
electric mower (and catcher) and 100 foot power cord from the garage.  It
was nearly more trouble to get it connected and running than it was to do
the actual mowing.  There was only the parking strip between the curb and
sidewalk to do for the front yard.  That took only five swipes with the
mower.  The rest of the area between the sidewalk and the house was planted
in rhododendrons and bulbs (with three Mexican fan palm trees strategically
placed).  That left him to drag the mower, power cord, and catcher up the
steps toward the house, along the south side of the house (which was
another sidewalk) and into the backyard (which was just as small as the
parking strip in front).  Most of the backyard was taken up by the deck, a
small vegetable garden, two blueberry plants, a double row of raspberries,
and a grape arbor.  The north side of the house was all plants, again, so
no mowing was required there.

	My task was to weed among the rhododendrons and yank a couple of
weeds out of the lawn that had sprung up from seeds blown in from across
the street (the house there having a yard choked with dandelions).  I'd
been keeping up with them pretty well, so there wasn't that much to do.  By
the time he finished mowing the front, I was ready to join him in the
backyard and weed carefully in my vegetable patch.

	When he finished mowing and edging the front strip, he emptied the
catcher into the yard debris barrel as I walked by.  I rubbed a free hand
over his high, round, hard ass.  As much as I wanted to slide my fingers
down his ass trench, my fingers were dirty and green from weeding.  I
sighed and kept going.  Jim followed me, pulling the mower up five steps to
the small patio area next to the deck and untangling in the power cord.  As
he bent over with the plug end, I pulled his shorts down and shoved my face
in his ass.  He jumped away instantly, yanking his shorts back up.  He had
nothing on underneath, I remembered.

	"Someone will see us!" he hissed.

	"The fences are high here," I replied, smiling like the Cheshire
Cat of Alice in Wonderland.

	"I'm all sweaty and funky!" he insisted.

	"So?  I like it ripe and delicious.  You know that already!"

	He laughed.  "Yeah, I do. But, damn, Man!  Here, in front of God
and everyone?"

	"Anywhere I can, Baby," I grinned, pulling him in closer to my
sweaty chest, my hands on his hard ass.  "Besides, I just wanted a little
taste to tide me over until we can do it inside when we're done with the
yard."  I kissed him tenderly on the lips.

	"Yeah, right!  Like you'd settle for a little taste," he smiled
down at me.  "You're a sex freak," he added patting my ass and sending me
back to my weeding.  "And I love that!  But, you gotta wait."

	"Spoilsport," I pouted.

	"And we still have to pick the blueberries and raspberries when I'm
done with the lawn and you've finished weeding," he reminded me.

	"I'll be so horned up by then, I'll probably rape you," I warned.

	"Can't rape the willing," he replied as he turned, wiggled his ass
VERY suggestively at me and plugged the mower into the outside outlet.
"We'll be done soon.  Cool your jets, Boo," he smiled over his shoulder.

	He was right, of course.  I hated that!  I wanted some hot butt
NOW!

       I finished with ripping the weeds out of the tomatoes, parsley, and
banana trees (yes, they can grow in Oregon--a very special variety that can
tolerate our rare winter cold snaps).  Jim had already taken the mower back
into the garage, rewound the power cord, and put away the edger.  He
brought out a modest-sized, stainless steel bowl from the kitchen to pick
the blueberries and raspberries into.  I washed my hands off as best I
could at the outside faucet and joined him.

	Two people working at picking the blueberries and raspberries made
the task go very fast.  He'd never picked blueberries before, so I had to
show him which ones were ripe and which ones weren't quite ready yet.  The
raspberries were much easier to decide on.  When they're ripe, they nearly
fell off into your hands as you pick them.

	When we decided we had enough for a fruit salad (more like a
topping on ice cream), we quit.  We left our shoes at the back door and
walked into the kitchen.  I put the bowl into the sink and rinsed the
berries off.  From there, they went into the refrigerator to chill.

	We had sweat like whores in church in the warm afternoon sun.  Jim
decided that we needed a shower.  I agreed, but only if we were in there
together and I got to toss his salad first.  He laughed at me and said that
we'd both eat ass before we got into the shower stall.

       On a small throw rug in the bathroom, we settled into a 69 butt
sniffing and munching contest.  We lasted all of three minutes before he
was begging me to fuck his ass.  I knew I hadn't eaten his butt enough nor
was his asshole sweaty enough (considering I'd licked most of it off) for
me to fuck him without lube.  He settled that by pulling me up from the
floor, turning on the shower, and stepping in with me in tow.

	Being the Boy Scout and sex pig that I am, conveniently, I'd placed
a small pump bottle of lube on the rack (also containing soap and shampoo).
This wasn't the first time I'd fucked ass in my shower.  Nor was it going
to be the last, I hoped.  Being naked and that close to him, my dark spear
was hard, dripping, and hungry for butt.  He backed on to me swiftly after
he's applied a generous dollop of lube to his hole.  My butt probe slid all
the way home.  We both sighed with satisfaction and pleasure.

	"Hottest fuckin' ass in the world," I crooned.

	"And the biggest fuckin' dick I've ever had bareback," he admitted.

	"You've had bigger?  There's a story here," I prompted.

	"I'll tell it to you after you fuck me to death," he urged.

	"The way your ass tunnel is chewing on my dick, that's not gonna
take long."  He squatted slightly, bringing his tall ass down so that each
thrust of my hips seated my dick all the way inside him.  I tried to take
him slowly with long strokes.  He'd have none of that!  He wanted to get
fucked and fucked hard.  No holding back!  He bent over at the waist and
spread his big muscle ass with his broad hands.

	"Fuck me hard, Baby!  Don't hold back.  Give it to me!" he begged.

	As if I could have held back with the way he was sucking me off
with his ass muscles!  I pulled his butt into my hard thrusts, powerfucking
his big butt with as much force as I could muster.  My muscles bulged and
contracted.  My heavy bull nuts tingled.  Yeah, this was gonna be over in a
few more seconds, nothing I can do about it, I concluded.

	Skin slapped against skin, muscle moved against muscle, my nuts
tightened up, and I couldn't hold back anymore.  "FUCK!  Gonna shoot!" I
roared.

	Quickly moving his hands from his ass to mine, he pulled me into
him as hard and deeply as he could, making sure that all 10" of black dick
were in him and ready to spray sperm.  His ass wouldn't be disappointed.  I
fired again and again, holding on tightly as more juice squirted hard into
his happy hole.

	"Yeah, Baby!  Fill me up!  Fuck me!" he moaned.

	My climax waves waned, but I kept fucking him.  His ass tunnel felt
so good wrapped tightly around my deeply seated dick.

	"Gonna blow!" he suddenly warned.

	I spun him around as I pulled my hard, cum-oozing dick from his
ass, fell to my knees, and inhaled his fat dick.  I wasn't a moment too
soon.  His precum-coated dickhead was so thick I could barely get my lips
over it.  The monster head and shaft rocketed to the back of my throat as
he bucked forward.  I almost gagged as it tried to force its way down my
throat.  But, he regained enough control to let me pull away just enough to
tongue his dickhead and feel the first dribble of cum launch before the
heavy sprays of baby batter followed in thick, creamy waves.  Delicious as
always, I moaned silently.

	I nursed on his dick until it had shrunk up to about 8".  He pulled
away and staggered against the shower wall.  "Fuckin' awesome!" he
breathed.

	"This will be even better," I smiled, turned him around and stuck
my tongue up against his asshole.  "Give some back, Boo," I whispered
lustily.

	He bent over and spread his ass again.  He relaxed his ass enough
that his sphincter opened for me.  But, I'd shot so deep and the time
between my climax and his had been so short that there was little sperm to
harvest from his ass.  Only a few drops that had exited with my dick when
I'd pulled out were still there for me to mine.  But, I decided that was
still better than nothing.  Besides, his ass is good to eat anytime, and
this particular time certainly qualified.

	"Pig!" he laughed when he finally pulled away.

	"Oink," I replied.

	He fell to his knees after he'd turned around again and cleaned off
my dick.  There was little left there for him to enjoy.  Perhaps, he got a
few dribbles of cum and a taste or two of his ass.  He didn't stay on his
knees long.

	With our showers finished, we dressed.  This time, because we'd be
going to dinner at the neighbors, we wore underwear and walking shorts with
cool cotton tropical shirts.  We'd slip our sandals on later.

	Jim helped me cut the strawberries up into large slices and added a
little sugar to sweeten them and draw out some of their juice.  The
blueberries and raspberries could be added as they were.  I cooked up some
sugared (glazed) pecans to sprinkle over the ice cream and fruit dessert.

	With dinner preparations concluded (for our part, anyway), we
selected two bottles of champagne to take with us.  The neighbors would
likely have champagne at their house, too, but it's better to be
over-supplied with champagne than be short.  Considering how much Jim and I
loved it, they could run out!  We discussed whether to take two of the same
vineyard or champagnes from two different ones.  We finally opted to take
one of each.  They were distinctive enough that one would go better with
dessert than the other.

	With more than an hour to go before we were expected, Jim and I
chatted about his work (which I only vaguely understood, other than it was
sales and marketing and he was pretty high up in the company).  "I hope
it's because of my skills," Jim said at one point, "that I've risen so high
in the corporation so quickly.  But, I wouldn't mind if I were the token
nigger, either.  Although, that would bother me some if I knew it were the
case.  It's not like I'm planning on staying there forever."

	"What do you have planned?" I asked.

	"Get rich and get out!" he laughed.  "I don't wanna work for The
Man for the rest of my life.  I wanna do much more than that!"

	"Such as?"

	"Travel with the man I love," he smiled over at me.  "And do some
kind of community service thing.  Maybe, run for office somewhere."

	"You'd have my vote," I grinned back at him.

	"Would you work on my campaign?"

	"In a heartbeat," I answered.  "What you wanna run for?"

	"I've not given it much thought, besides setting the goal.  Anyway,
it's many years away, yet.  I gotta get my retirement pile accumulated
first," he added.

	"Keep me in mind," I promised.

	"I'll do much more than keep you in mind, Boo," he cuddled in close
to me, his big hand rubbing lightly against my left nipple.  "I wanna keep
you close, dick-in-ass kinda close," he purred.

	"Whose dick and whose ass?" I smiled back at him.

	"Both, I assume.  After all, we do seem to do well being
versatile."

	"Oh, yeah, that we do.  And I'm surprised, because we're both
really tops."

	"I'm not so sure that's a preference as much as it is a reality,"
Jim considered.  "We're both big men, tall and hung.  That seems to
typecast us as tops."

	"Too true.  I have in friend in L.A. who has 11" and he's one of
the best bottoms I've ever encountered.  But, I had to sit on it at least
once, just to know if I could," I laughed.  "But, nearly everyone he hooks
up with wants him to fuck them."

	"And you did, too?"

	"Oh, yeah, even though it was a good 10 minutes before I got it all
up my ass.  I doubt if he was in me more than another minute before he shot
his load," I added.

	"With an ass as pretty and hungry as yours, I've no doubt of that
at all!" Jim grinned.  "You still see him?"

	"Nah, he gotta boyfriend and we've kinda lost track of each other,"
I sighed.  "This has to be a good five years ago.  You ever find a big one
like that to sit on?"

	"Just yours, Baby!" Jim admitted.

	"Flatterer."

	"You gotta monster, Man!  Don't be tellin' me you don't know that!"
Jim wondered.

	"No, I know it ain't tiny, but I've never thought of it as
particularly big," I said.  "When was the last time you got fucked,
anyway?"

	"Besides you?" he asked.  I nodded.  "Well, certainly more than a
year ago, maybe two."

	"And?"

	"You want the delicious details, doncha?" the big man laughed.  I
smiled back at him.  "It was a bodybuilder I'd been fuckin' for a good two
or three months.  We'd spend a lot of time on the weekends fuckin' and
workin' out.  That seemed to be all he wanted to do.  So, anyway, he said
he wanted to fuck me sometime, so I agreed to it.  He has about seven
inches or so.  It felt kinda good, but he wasn't a very good top.  I had to
do all the work to get him off.  It was shortly after that when we stopped
fuckin' around.  I think he joined a different gym closer to where he lived
or he found someone as shallow as him to play with on a more permanent
basis."

	"But, nice arm candy?"

	"Yeah, I suppose, for a white boy," Jim revealed.  "We kinda looked
silly together, though.  He was about 5'8" and I'm 6'7".  But, despite his
stature, he weighted more than you and nearly as much as me."

	"Well-built, then?"

	"Yeah, he was way into bodybuilding.  It was his whole life it
seemed.  He says he never took `roids, but I know he had to.  I don't know
how he ever passed the drug tests.  He competed and won some titles, but
didn't have a whole lot else going for him, other than his hot muscle ass
that took dick real well."

	"Well, for a fuck buddy, I guess that's okay," I suggested.

	"I suppose, but it isn't what I need in my life.  Sex is great, but
making love with the man you love is far better," he smiled and leaned in
and kissed me tenderly.  "You're the best, hot fuck and good friend I've
ever had, John.  That's a very rare combination in my experience."

	"And mine," I agreed.

	"What time are we supposed to be at the neighbors for dinner?" Jim
asked, changing the subject briefly.

	I checked my watch.  "In about an hour for drinks, another 20
minutes or so after that for dinner."

	"Good!" he exclaimed, pulling me off the sofa.  "That gives us time
to fuck!"

	I laughed at him, but didn't resist.

	Despite the air conditioning, we both had sweaty asses.  That was
the first thing we both attacked on each other.  We dined, sniffed, licked,
ate, and lapped at each other's nether region.  Jim pried open my hole with
two fingers and licked out some errant sperm from a previous load.  Not to
be outdone, I did the same to his fragrant hole.  But, I sucked out several
tongues full of jizz instead of a few dribbles like he had.

	"You realize, of course, you gotta fuck me now," Jim breathed
heavily as he sat back on my face, holding his mighty muscle cheeks apart.
"Fuck, yeah!  That feels so good with your goatee on my ass lips!  And your
big dick is gonna feel even better," he added waving my hard dick across
his tongue.

	"Only if you agree to load my ass up after I fill you up," I said.
Without saying more, he spun about and slowly lowered his wet hole on to my
upright organ.  "Yeah, DAMN!  Your ass is so fuckin' tight!" I muttered.

	"Feels even better from this end," he smiled down at me.  His
thick, black weapon bounced on my abs with each thrust into him, leaving
puddles of clear precum dotting my stomach.  "And try not to cum so deep in
my ass this time," Jim directed.  "I wanna give some of your load back to
you, so I can taste it in the next kiss."

	"Pervert!" I laughed.  "But, I'll want the same when you fuck me.
And it won't be long from now!  How do you do that with your ass?  I've
never felt such a good blowjob using ass muscles.  I'll blast if you don't
stop," I warned him.  Of course, he didn't care.  He was into it for the
load, not the fuck.

	And he got what he wanted.  I blew a huge load up his ass, the
strongest climax I'd had today.  He held my hips down so I couldn't thrust
so far up his ass as I shot my cream into him.  Jim delicately chewed my
spasming dickhead as my climax waned.  He wanted as many dribbles as he
could get up his butt.

	I withdrew slowly, trying not to antagonize my overly sensitive
dickhead.  As I gasped for breath, Jim turned around and squatted over my
face, hovering no more than an inch above my nose.  Pervert that I am, I
had to sniff his fucked ass.  Yeah, I thought, fucked hole.  What a rush!
The heavy scent of cum nearly overwhelmed the spicy smell of fucked butt.
Gawd, this was gonna taste good!

	Extending my oral digit, I captured a drop of my spent cum, then,
licked his red, abused ass lips open.  He moaned with delight as my tongue
dove deeper.  My creamy jizz clung to my tongue as I scooped out heavy
masses of sperm.  I tasted more of his ass lining, mining additional cum.

	His lips hadn't been idle.  His mouth closed over my sensitive dick
and sucked, but didn't bob his head up and down.  Nonetheless, he siphoned
off more cream and ass juice.  He groaned with each new flavor assaulting
his taste buds.  Jim took as much of my slowly deflating dick as he could
down his throat, cleaning it expertly.  When he'd lapped up all the sperm
he could (and I was still licking at his open ass lips), he turned about
and we kissed, sharing the taste of fresh sperm and fucked manhole.  It was
heavenly.

	And as we kissed, he pulled my legs up to his shoulders and aimed
his hard, dripping dick at my pucker.  "Your hole may not be wet enough,
but I know my dick is leaking like a flood gate," Jim purred when he broke
our kiss.  Resuming a more passionate kiss, he pressed his wet dick against
my asshole I'd opened up for him and he slid in.  The combination of his
leaking precum and his previous loads lubed me up well.  But, his
monstrously thick dick was still a stretch for me.  I urged him to go
slower, so I could get more used to his wide weapon.

	"I don't know if I'll ever get used to how thick you are, Jim," I
moaned beneath him.  "That's a real ass ripper you got, Man!"

	"All the better to stretch your ass walls to take more of my sperm
that I'm gonna spray paint inside you," he beamed down at me, leaning in
for another kiss.  This ride was much longer than the one he'd enjoyed on
my dick.  His capacity to hold back a climax was much better developed than
mine.  His pubes ground into me each time he hit bottom.

       The only thing that would have been as good would be to have his
butt back astride my face.  However, feeling his big dick fucking my ass
was pretty damned good.  I could take his dick and his promised load as
often as he could get it up.  This man was going to make a bottom out of me
yet.  And I didn't care even a little.  Well, maybe a little. After all,
his hot ass loved my dick and so did my dick love his ass.  Cumming
bareback inside him was the best sex I'd ever had and I knew it!

	"I'm gonna cum soon," he warned.  I could feel his dick swell even
bigger inside me.  I knew he was VERY close.  I reminded him of his promise
not to cum deep inside me.  He quickly pulled back out, leaving only the
enormous head in me.  I felt his entire body jerk repeatedly as his climax
overtook him.  Knowing that he'd be unable to keep his hips from plunging
hard into me as he came, I pushed his abs back, attempting to maintain a
shallow climax.  It almost worked too well.  His dick jerked out of my ass,
but he shoved it back in quickly.  I couldn't feel cum dripping down my ass
trench, so I assumed my hole had captured all his sperm.

	Jim withdrew and rolled on to his back.  I eagerly rolled over on
to his face and squatted over it like he'd done to my face earlier.  He
sniffed hungrily.  "Sweet fuckin' hole!" he moaned.  His tongue lashed out
and drilled through my puffy ass lips.  I could hear him lapping and
slurping up his load.  I leaned down and captured his waving, deflating
dick with my tongue and lips.  It tasted like a ripe ass and gallons of
sperm has been dribbled heavily all over it.  It was delicious!

	Both of us were in sex piggy heaven.  We couldn't get enough of the
taste of cum and ass.  When I'd cleaned his dick off completely, I lifted
his legs and pulled them under my arms.  I rolled over, pulling him with
me; my face buried as deeply in his ass trench as his was buried in mine.
Every two minutes or so, we'd roll again, hoping that would promote cum
drainage from both butts.

	Finally, we pulled apart, gasping for breath.  He leaned over and
kissed me, sharing the flavors of my ass and his dick juice.  I gave up
some of his hole and my jizz too.

	"We sure smell like a sex club," Jim smiled over at me.  "Better
shower again before we go to dinner."  I glanced at the clock and nodded.
We had about 15 minutes before we were expected.  I couldn't believe we'd
been fucking and rimming for 45 minutes!  What pigs!

	Of course, in the shower, we played a lot of grab ass, but it came
to nothing (other than a few feels and a couple of fingers up each others
ass to pull out some remaining dribbles of cum).  We dressed in the same
clothes that we'd shed earlier, added sandals, and grabbed the champagne
and dessert.

	"Uh, better brush our teeth and get heavily into some mouth rinse,"
Jim suggested.  I laughed, but agreed.  We didn't mind the smell of ass and
cum, but we doubted our hosts would.  We returned our dinner items to the
kitchen counter and took care of business.

	Finally, we arrived at dinner right on time.

	The dinner was good, the company very pleasant.  We had a lot of
laughs, a great deal of champagne (three bottles between the four of us)
and excellent food.  By 8 p.m., the bugs were starting to come out, so we
went indoors and had dessert.  At 9, we went home, promising to invite them
to my place for dinner in two weeks.  Next weekend, I'd be at Jim's.

	"I'm gonna take a couple aspirin," Jim said heading to the bathroom
at home.  "I don't want a headache in the morning."

	"Give me three, then," I asked.

	"'K," he replied, handing me three and popping another three in his
mouth.  We shared a glass of water.  "I'd much rather wash these down with
a load of your cum," he grinned at me.

	"Same to you, Boo," I smiled back.

	"You ready for some real dessert?" Jim smirked.

	"I thought we'd toss some salad first," I suggested.  "I know your
ass is gonna be real nasty and tasty after you been sittin' and sweatin' on
it."

	"Sweet talker!" he giggled as he walked into the bedroom, peeling
off clothes as fast as he could.  He crawled up on the bed and wiggled his
big muscle ass at me.  "Take all the time you need," he beckoned.

	Stripping off my underwear, I knelt behind him.  His ass was
directly in front of my face.  I leaned in and sniffed (the heady fragrance
of new sweat and deliciously ripe asshole wafted into my sensory lobes).
"Damn!  You sure know how to get me hard," I breathed heavily.

	"Here, let me help," he grinned over his shoulder and spread his
muscled cheeks with his big hands.

       I leaned in closer and sniffed again.  "Oh, FUCK, that's good!" I
moaned.  Warm, spicy, and hungry!  My favorite scents for man ass.  The
only thing to make it better would be adding cum to it.  However, I had to
taste it before I could fuck it.  My tongue darted out and lashed at his
tight pucker.  He moaned and pushed his ass back into my face, mashing my
nose into his deep trench and spearing my tongue between his ass lips.  I
inhaled deeply, again.  The strong smell of Jim's ass and a lingering aroma
of previous loads tantalized me.  I dug deeper with my oral digit.

	My tongue worked overtime, exploring and tasting his asshole.  I
couldn't get enough.  And if I didn't back off and mount him, I was going
to spray the sheets and floor with another load.  I reached between his
legs and felt his tight nuts and hard, thick dick.  The dickhead was wet
and dripping a lot of precum.  I knew he was getting close, just having me
rim his back door.  But, to my credit, his hole had never been cleaner, or
wetter.

	I pulled away from his ass and stood up.  "Gotta get me some ass,
Man!" I insisted.

	"You gotta wait, John," Jim countered, pulling away.  "My turn to
toss some salad, now."

	Reluctantly, I obeyed.  We switched places rapidly and I spread my
dark cheeks with my hands for him to enjoy the same ass sniffing and
munching that I'd done on him.  As his tongue dug into my hole a few
moments later, he reached between my legs and squeezed my throbbing dick.
"I'll cum for sure if you do that to my dick," I warned.

	"I was just touching it," he lied.

	"The way you touch it makes it wanna squirt," I corrected.
Begrudgingly, he left my leaking dick alone and concentrated on my ass.  He
made all kinds of pleasurable piggy noises.  I could feel his spit dripping
down my ass and sliding off my tight nuts.  He was into it!

	"I'm gonna cum on the floor if I don't get a piece of that bootay,
Baby," he breathed.  "Give it up for me, Boo."

	I flipped over on my back and pulled my legs into my chest.  This
boy needed to be kissed and fucked hard, I decided.  His monster slid
easily into my tongue-opened hole and sank to the root.  "Fuck, Baby!
That's good!" I crooned when he hit bottom.  I could feel his dick jerk in
my ass as the big head swelled larger.  He reached down and stroked my
dick.  "I'll cum too fast if you do that," I whimpered.

	"Be a shame to waste all that baby gravy on your chest, Man," Jim
mused.  He smiled wickedly.  "I gotta better idea!"

	He rolled me up on to my shoulders, keeping his monster dick deeply
lodged in my ass.  My hard, dripping dick loomed over my face.  I opened my
mouth and caught a drop of precum on my tongue, sliding my tongue around
the engorged head.  Jim wiggled a little to get more comfortable and
stretch my ass more.  The slight change in position pushed my dick between
my lips.  I sucked hard and rolled my tongue around the flange of my
fireman-helmeted dickhead.  Damn!  That felt good, especially with Jim's
hard dick buried deep in my ass, the thick shaft rubbing mercilessly
against my joy button.

	"You gonna fuck it outta me," I murmured around the dick in my
mouth.

	"That's the idea," he grinned.  He shut his eyes; savoring the
blowjob my interior ass muscles were giving his thick dick.  Jim moved
slowly in and out of my ass, forcing my dickhead between my lips with each
thrust, making my dick drip more precum into my sucking face with each
withdrawal that rubbed hard against my prostate.  "I sure hope you're
close," he grimaced.  "I'm about to cum in that pretty ass of yours," he
groaned.

	Not that it really made any difference what his warning contained.
My tongue had hit a particularly sensitive spot on my dick at the same time
Jim's thick monster raced across my joy button.  Before I could breathe a
syllable of warning, my cum dam broke and I bathed my mouth in thick,
creamy jizz.  My ass convulsed and squeezed as harder and harder climax
waves struck.  I breathed as best I could through my nose.  My mouth was
too full of geysering baby batter to breathe through.  I swallowed twice
and still it poured out of my jerking dick.

	"Cumming!" Jim belatedly warned.  I'd already felt his big dick
swell and jerk inside me.  Warmth spread deeply, his spraying cum painting
my ass tunnel walls copiously.  He grunted as his dick jerked hard once
more.  To me, it felt like I was sucking his jizz out through my dick, wave
after delicious wave of it.  Each time his dick jerked, my dick sprayed
more cum into my sucking mouth.

	"Fuck!  That's hot, John!  Sucking yourself off while I load your
ass with my baby batter!  HOT!" he breathed as another climax wave shook
his entire body.  He rolled back on to his knees, releasing the pressure on
my back and pulling my wet dick from my mouth.  I licked my lips, but Jim
dove in and kissed me before I could swallow the rest of my load.

	"Yeah, Baby!" he smiled down at me when we broke our kiss.  "That's
sweet cum in your mouth.  And I can still taste my ass, too.  No wonder you
like to rim me out after you fuck me.  That's good!"

	I smiled back at him.  "When you fucked me and started cumming," I
sighed, "it felt to me like you were spraying directly into my mouth as I
sucked myself off.  The timing couldn't have been better."  He started to
back out of my ass.  "Don't!  Please!  I love your big dick up my butt,
Jim.  And it stays hard so long in there."  I held his ass in my hands so
he couldn't pull out any farther.  He pushed back into me.  I could feel
the big head stretch my tunnel again.

	"I'll do that for you, but only if you promise to sit on my face
when my dick finally falls out," he grinned.

	"What a pig!" I laughed.

	"Oink!"

	We kissed again as he slowly fucked me with his wilting dick.  He
could fuck me at any stage of stiffness, I decided.  Just be sure to seed
me often.

	But, as all good things, this had to end.  His big dick finally
slithered out of my cummy hole and skittered down to my tailbone.  He
rolled on to his back and smiled.  "Take a seat!" he beckoned.

	Despite the fact that he'd shot so far up my ass, his wilting dick
probably dragged some cum with it; so Jim might get a good taste of his
cum.  He'd surely get more than a taste of my fucked ass.  I made sure when
I sat on his face that we were in a 69 position.  I wanted to taste the big
dick that had just shot a hot load up my ass.

       I suppose that made me a pig, too.

       As if I cared!


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