Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2001 19:14:15 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Peanut Butter"

			       PEANUT BUTTER
			   by Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		     "WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM"

     I was standing at the corner, waiting for my bus, when I heard the
rather familiar clop-clop-clop of running shoes.  Another jogger was
heading my way.
     I turned and nearly drooled.  A bit short, maybe five foot six, but
heavily muscled and gorgeous!  Light brown hair cut close at the sides and
left long and careless on top, a long, lean face with a tiny nose and rich,
red lips that begged to be kissed.  He had been running for a while, he had
his t-shirt tucked into the back of his navy blue shorts and was glittering
from a sheen of sweat on his nearly-hairless chest and body!  His chest and
abdomen were a series of paired globes, from his broad, circular breasts to
his "six-pack" of ab muscles.  Even his biceps were spheres imbedded in his
body, and so were the calves of his legs, all knotted up and hard from
running.  All these orbs shone with crescents of light, and also he
sparkled with stars of sweat-beads all over his body, bright in the
nearly-setting sun.
     He was new at this, but I wasn't.  He had run from the west, which
meant a run past at least two blocks of businesses.  The lights were such
that he HAD to stop at the intersection right beside me, and wait for
almost an entire traffic-signal cycle.  He would just miss the walk signal
in other words, and unless he braved some pretty heavy traffic, he would
have to jog in place or something before he could cross to the park on the
other side.
     So I felt cheeky enough to drop into a semi-crouch, put a fake
wonderfully-glad smile on my face, with my eyes wide and welcoming, my
hands out as if he was running to throw himself in my arms.
     I'm nothing much to look at, rather homely, in fact.  So all I got was
a rather friendly smile at the joke, and a shake of the head (just to be
sure I got the point!) and he veered off slightly toward the rounded corner
of the intersection rather than collide with me and, balked by the signal,
kept running in place almost while making a small circle.
     "Glad to see you, too!" I said, not letting the joke drop.
     "You only wish!" he retorted while I admired those twin nipples, all
circular, hard, brown nubs on that broad pair of muscled breasts, like
miniature moon-shadows.
     "Hey, you know what they say about lusting in your heart." I said.
     That caught his attention, he was about to turn his back on me and
instead, he stopped and turned back.  "What was that?"
     "Lusting in my heart." I said.  "Outside, you've turned me down, but
inside my heart, you've already been tied to my bed and smeared with peanut
butter."
     "Which you'd lick off, of course." He said, gearing up.  The light was
about to change.
     "Oh, no, that's not what the peanut butter's for!" I said.
     "Oh." he said and the light turned green, and he took off into the
park.  I admired those taut little buttocks until they vanished behind the
bush blocking the curving pathway.
     The next day, he was back again, this time with red jogging shorts.  I
smiled and waved at him this time, and he grinned back.  Again he missed
the light, and jogging in that little circle, he said, "If you don't lick
off the peanut butter, then what's it for?"
     "Sorry." I grinned.  "I don't tell my secrets.  You want to know, you
got to find out by doing it."
     "You only wish!" he said again.
     "Yes, I do." I admitted.
     "Well, forget it, you're not my type."
     "All men look the same when the lights are off.  Not that I turn off
the lights."
     "Yeah, I'd be tied to the bed."
     "And smeared with peanut butter." I reminded him.  He had stopped
jogging again, intent on the conversation, and I took the opportunity to
reach up and tweak one of those hard, round nipples of his.  He didn't
flinch, and he didn't push my hand away, but I didn't push my luck, just
the tweak and I let him go.
     "Yeah, peanut butter."  Green light, bobbing buttocks, and gone.
     Third day, he was there again.  "You wait here for the bus every day?"
he asked me.
     "Yeah." I said.  "But not for very long.  One will be along in a
minute."
     "I've been thinking." he said as he jogged around, a bigger circle,
now. He had the light timing figured out.
     "About what?"
     "The peanut butter.  You don't have a dog, do you?  Dogs like peanut
butter."
     "No, no dog.  Nor a cat." I said.
     "So what's the peanut butter for?"
     "Come home with me and find out." I said.  "Only way you'll ever
know."
     "How much peanut butter does it take to cover a guy all over."
     "Oh, I don't use it all over.  Just in...a spot or two."
     "Oh.  Chunky or smooth?"
     "Smooth."
     "Mmm." he admitted.  "Sounds nice."  He had stopped and I tweaked that
nipple again, this time harder and kept my hand on it.
     "Come home with me and find out." I said.
     But the light turned green and he took off.  Bobbing butt, bush and
gone.
     Day four, he was back again, this time back in the navy shorts but
still wearing his t-shirt and not sweating at all.  "No dog?" he asked me,
not really jogging, just moving in place like he was still warming up.
     "No, no dog."
     "And you don't lick it off?"
     "Nope."
     "You don't heat it up and then drip it on me like hot wax?" he asked
suspiciously.
     "No, no!" I said.  "Nothing like that!"
     "Then why would I need to be tied up?"
     "Come home with me and find out."
     "You only wish."
     "Yes, I do."
     He stopped his jogging.  Looked at me again, licked his lips.  Then,
"My car's just down the block."
     "Let's go." I said.  "We have to use my place.  It's where I have...my
peanut butter.  But it's just a couple of miles from here."
     We walked in and he looked around.  "Tiny, isn't it?"
     "Just the one room, yeah.  I think this place used to be a motel.  But
the rent's cheap, and it's big enough."
     "My place is bigger."
     "Yeah, but you don't have the peanut butter."
     "I could buy some.  What now?"
     "Lie down on the bed.  No, just take off your t-shirt, leave the rest
of your clothes on.  I want to take them off."
     He lay down and I pulled out my length of clothesline, removed the
half-dozen clothes-pins clipped to it.  My clothesline actually performed
duty as a clothesline sometimes.
     I looked at him and he looked at the clothesline.  "I have to tie you
securely." I said.  "Hands and arms at least must be up and out of the way.
I can leave the rest of you loose."
     "Okay." He said.  And he lifted those two massive arms up and scooted
down in the bed so that only his hands were at the bed's metal-pipe
headboard.
     I got up and straddle of him and he actually gnawed at my crotch as I
bound his hands to my headboard.  I paused once or twice to grab his head
and shove my groin into his face and he gave a few muffled grunts like he
really dug it.  But I'd already figured that out.
     When I finished, I grabbed his head in both hands and really ground my
basket into his mouth, and he went sort of "nyah, nyah, nyah" as he grunted
and chewed.
     "Yeah, that's the way." I urged him.  "Really get it nice and hard."
     I unzipped my fly and held the fly open and he gnawed at my jockstrap
for a little while, then I scooted down out of his reach.  He looked
disappointed.
     But I had our crotches together by that time, and I rutted against him
while I leaned over and I kissed those rich, red lips now all shiny with
his saliva and they were warm and eager.  I jabbed my tongue down into his
mouth, a long athletic tongue, and he grabbed and suckled on it.
     I ran my hands along his rib cage on both sides, then tickled the
hairs in his armpits by twirling my fingers around in there, and then I
reached for his neck and I kissed and nibbled on him slowly, for he was
tied to my bed and I could take all the time I wanted on this gorgeous
stud!
     I worked my tongue and lips over every part of his body, and it was
displayed and available every inch of the way.  I sucked those armpit hairs
totally dry of their residual sweat (not the copious amount from his
workout like I wanted) and then lapped at his armpit like a dog laps its
supper dish to get the last morsels of gravy off, and I was lapping up this
man-gravy and sucking the hairs dry.
     "Ah, ah, ah!" he groaned as I licked and hunched against him, and his
cock was a hard shaft pulsing angrily in those shorts and I scooted down
and it was a pile-driver burning against my abdomen as I suckled on those
nipples of his, so circular, so firm, so taut and brown and hungry for my
touch, I milked at them like they could pour forth his very essence into
me, and he grunted and groaned and humped his hips upwards at me.
     And again I scooted down, working over my prisoner of love, tasting
his body slowly, savoring this long haunch of man-flesh, feasting on it,
sucking out all its essential juices and leaving excited skin in my wake.
     "Oh, god, I'm getting goose-bumps!" he groaned.  "Come on, man, come
on!"
     "I'm in charge here." I said in a low, throaty voice.
     He groaned appreciatively at that.
     "I'll let you go when I am good and ready."
     "And the peanut butter." he gasped.  "Don't forget the peanut butter."
     "I haven't." I said.  "But I have to prepare you first."
     "Prepare?"
     "Oh, yes, this is just the first event.  The peanut butter doesn't
come in until the fourth or fifth event."
     "Fourth or fifth?  Oh, G-o-o-o-o-d!" he groaned.  His prod was a pole
of fire at my neck now and I moved down and bit at it through that cloth,
and tasted the pre-jizz he was gushing out of it.  He had soaked a
jockstrap and his shorts with it.  He must really be hot!
     I sucked out that salty ambrosia of concentrated man-musk, and then I
sat up on my knees and I said, "Okay, now the legs, raise them both up for
me, straight up into the air."
     He obeyed me and I grabbed his left leg and pulled off that running
shoe bound only by Velcro, and then the rather skanky sock and then I had
his foot up next to my face and I grabbed his foot and I pushed that big
toe right into my mouth and I sucked on it.  It tasted of old sweat and
stale cotton and that something almost foul that only a man's foot can put
off.  It was just the taste I wanted, I licked and probed every crevice
between the toes and licked out every last bit of that unique essence, not
resting until I had tongue-cleaned that entire foot.
     His other foot was waving helplessly in the air, angry at being
forgotten, but now I gave it the same treatment, while my hands, one arm
crooked around to hold the foot in place, both fondled at his crotch, where
his cock seethed like a furious, caged beast.
     He moaned and I cleaned and lapped his foot, not shirking it at all,
taking my time.  By now, he'd been my prisoner of love for a solid half
hour, and he had been in a high rut all that time, each groan and grunt
deeper and more heart-felt than the one before.
     And he sighed a husky breath of relief when I reached down and skinned
those shorts off of him, and now only a jockstrap was between him and total
nudity, and I leaned down and again I gnawed at him and he grunted, gasped,
chest heaving as if he were thinking of having a heart attack, and he
begged, "Oh, God, man, please, take it now, please!  I got to get off, man,
I got to get off!  Please, man, oh, please!"
     But I took my time and when his jock joined his shorts on their trip
down his legs, he was pulling his legs free of them.
     "Now, now, don't rush me." I chided him.  "Have to prepare you
properly for the peanut butter."
     "Yeah, pe-e-e-e-e-anut bu-u-u-u-u-tter." he sighed.  "Creamy peanut
butter.  Man, I can't wait!"
     "Well, you have to, because I am in control here." I said sternly.
"You must be properly prepared before the peanut butter can be...applied."
     "Applied?" he whimpered.
     "Applied." I assured him.  "Now, let me see..."
     His cock was uncut, throbbing, lying on his belly nearly reaching his
navel, a long, turgid salami with a crinkled line on the very top, and that
crinkle of his foreskin, the place where it had grown together in the womb,
that was where I placed my tongue first and ran it slowly up from the balls
toward the shrouded head.
     He let loose a loud moan like none I had ever heard before!  All of
his soul, his very self, was in that moan, and it went on for a long time.
     "Can't have you making so much noise." I said softly, and I stood up
and quickly shucked my clothes and, nude, pressed my crotch to his face as
I bent to his cock once again.  "Muffle yourself with that." I instructed
him.
     He eagerly grabbed my cock and I shoved it in deep and I held it
there, buried inside of him, while I again ran that line of his cock, this
time from the head to the balls.
     "Urm-m-m-m-m-m!" he said around my cock and I gasped, closed my eyes.
That had vibrated my cock all the way up and down its length!
     I reached down and lapped at his cock again, this time just a quick
lick, and he vented that "Urm-m-m-m-m!" again and I nearly creamed, that
vibration felt so good.
     "Keep that up." I ordered and I leaned down and gave his cock some
rapid-fire licks.
     "Urmmm!  Urmmm!  Urmmm!" he grunted and his cock twitched, jumped like
a fish on land, and just like that, he shot his load, squirting his cream
onto his belly, while his voice, squelched with my cock, churned vigorously
trying to vent the passion, and that sent me gasping.
     I shot my load just like that, without moving, my cock jammed down his
mouth and throat to the very base, him choking and probably running low on
air, his cock jetting one of the biggest loads I'd ever seen and I lifted
it up and let it spray my face with the last powerful wads, lost in my
rapture.
     But he was thrashing now and I realized he DID need to breathe again,
and I pulled my pud out and let him taste the last of the jizz-loads I was
pumping into him by dropping them onto his tongue while he gulped for air
in loud rushing hisses that were a maelstrom along my slimy cock-shaft.
     After I caught my own breath, I turned around again and lay down half
on top of him, and half next to him, and I cuddled in close and I kissed
his sweaty, spent cheeks.  He turned his head and we kissed like that.
     "Man, that was great!" he sighed.  "Now what?"
     "Now you get dressed and go home, or do your jog." I said and stood
up.  "Lesson's over for the day."
     "But what about the peanut butter?" He complained.
     "Oh, you have a lot more to learn before I can work you up to peanut
butter." I said.  "You meet me at the same place tomorrow and we'll give
you your next lesson."
     "Can I find out how you use the peanut butter now?" He pleaded while I
untied his hands.
     "No." I said.  "It's a surprise.  I couldn't explain it anyway, it's
something you experience.  You meet me tomorrow and we'll work you up until
you're ready for the peanut butter."
     "Okay." He agreed as he pulled on his shorts and stood up and threw
himself into my arms like I had wanted him to do that first day, all hot
and sweaty and looking positively appetizing!
     But I held myself in check, and I hugged and kissed him, and ran my
hands through his hair and semi-combed it into position for him.
     "I am so glad I kept asking you about the peanut butter." he said as
he pulled on his socks and shoes, amazingly quickly.  Just whomp, sock on,
whomp, other sock on, schlump, shoe on, crack-crack, Velcro-ed shut,
schlump, crack-crack and he was reaching for his T-shirt.
     "Same time tomorrow?" He asked as he was about to walk out the door.
     "Yeah, same time." I assured him.  "I'll be there.  You be finishing
your jog when you come up to me, though, got it?  I want you all wet and
sweaty."
     "Yes, sir!" He said and walked out the door.
     When the door closed behind him, I slumped and fell onto the bed.
Thank God!  I thought he'd never leave!  I was finally able to show some
weakness, and I was exhausted!
     I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling.  It had worked out
pretty good, and now I only had one rather-large problem left to deal with.
     Pretty damned quick, I was going to have to come up with a new and
innovative use for peanut butter!

				  THE END