Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2002 12:44:25 EDT
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Route 66 Tour, Chapter 3/?
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ROUTE 66 TOUR
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Route 66 Tour
Chapter 3
We had just arrived back at A.J.'s house from dinner with
his grandmother and were headed up the stairs to his bedroom when
he told me that he felt the beginnings of a hardon. Since we had
just shared several very passionate kisses, it was no surprise
that both of us were in that condition.
I followed him up the stairs, pinching his butt and wishing
his pants were off so I could enjoy the sight of his furry buns
parading ahead of me. We were each carrying our suitcoats,
having shed them when we left the Oklahoma City Country Club
earlier. A.J. laid his coat on the bed and went into the closet
to retrieve hangers for each of us. I had started to remove my
belt when he returned to my side.
"Hey mister, can I help you get undressed?" I heard this
tiny 'little boy voice' say, "Please, I wanna see your big wee-
wee," it continued. "Please, I've never seen a grown-up naakked
(drawing the word out) before. Huh, mister, can I, can I?" His
eyes were almost dancing, they seemed to sparkle so much.
Getting in my role, I said in a really deep voice, "I don't
think I'm supposed to do that. Your Daddy and Mommy might get
mad if they found out."
Tugging at my belt and starting to undo my pants, he
continued, "But please, mister, I won't tell anybody. I promise.
please."
I started removing his pants and continued, "Well, maybe,
but what will you do after I show it to you?"
He leaned in for a kiss and then in his regular voice,
"Damned if I know. I just want to look at it and admire it,
that's all."
I pecked him back. "If you just want to look at it. no
deal," and acted like I was going to fasten my pants back up.
The 'little boy voice' again, "But mister, you don't
understand, I just gotta look at it. I'll do anything, mister.
please. please," he pleaded.
This was fun. I wondered how long were could continue this
play, but I wanted to see his wee-wee, too.
His hands were unfastening my pants again and I had started
on the knot of his necktie. Soon the "play acting" was abandoned
for other, more important things we wanted to do to each other -
like get naked. Nothing turns me on any more than "unwrapping a
package" and although I knew what I was going to see, I wanted to
see it again and it excited me.
I'm surprised that either of us had the presence of mind to
actually hang our suits up, but we did. It didn't take us long
to strip the rest of the other's clothes off and we were standing
there in nothing but our socks and silk boxers, which weren't
doing a very good job of containing the "real present" we were
after. Somehow, over-the-calf socks didn't look right in this
picture and we laughed as we peeled those off, too.
I knelt in front of A.J. and ran my hands up the legs of his
boxers so I could tease his balls. I love hairy balls and he had
a matched set, about the size of golf balls. I made his cock pop
out of the fly of his shorts and buried it in my throat. He
gasped and I could tell that his knees had bent some. Using lots
of saliva, I poked my tongue under his foreskin and ran it around
his glans, just behind the head. I was enjoying the slightly
bitter taste of his cock cheese. It wasn't strong and there
wasn't a lot, but what a treat! I could hear him sucking in his
breath. Since I had gotten it plenty wet, I took his cock as far
down my throat as I could, rubbing his balls lightly as I did
that. Another gasp, then I felt his cock twitch and was rewarded
with a generous dollop of precum.
I felt his hands move from my shoulders to either side of my
face as he indicated he wanted me to stand up. As I stood, he
knelt in front of me. I received the same treatment, hands up
the legs of my shorts, my cock poking out the fly of my shorts
and being devoured by a wet mouth that had this most fantastic
tongue in it. And. the owner knew how to use the tongue, too!
There was a better way to do this and we sensed that each
wanted to move this party to the bed. I stood and we pulled the
sheet and spread down, shucked our shorts and we were all over
each other before we were to a sitting position. We were
searching for the other's mouth, and running our hands over the
others face, shoulders, back and chests. Too bad we didn't each
have at least 6 hands. That would really have been fun. But.
there wasn't anything shabby about the pleasure we were giving
each other now.
A.J. ended up on his back and helped pull me on top of him
so that all essential body parts meshed with the other. I don't
know what there is about lying on top of another hard body, but
it certainly felt good to me. We are both pretty hairy and the
sensation of two chests and stomachs rubbing together sent all
kinds of shock waves through our bodies. Then there was the
problem to two hard, leaking dicks. The precum they produced
made them slippery and the feeling of them sliding through our
pubic hair only added to the already intense feelings we were
receiving.
I boosted myself away slightly so I could move down and give
his nipples the attention they deserved. Pinching one while
alternately biting and sucking on the other, then changing sides,
A.J. was soon thrashing on the bed. Holding his nips in my
fingers, I licked on down through the fur to clean out his belly
button. That almost landed both of us on the floor. I must have
hit a nerve. 'File that away for future usage,' I thought.
Well if that tickled him, just wait because my mouth and
tongue had its sight set on something on down a short distance.
Here was a real treasure of tastes, starting with A.J.'s balls,
cock shaft, foreskin, glans and on lower to the perineum between
his balls and asshole. A virtual banquet waiting. Where to
start? Soup, salad, dessert, the main course? I wasn't
particular, just start somewhere. They were all going to taste
like A.J. and that would be just fine. I decided to start with
his wonderful smelling, tasty, fuzzy balls.
I could rub from his knees to his stomach while I was giving
those balls a bath. They tasted good, just a slight taste of
perspiration. enough to give them that extra little bit of that
flavorful, tangy taste and smell I had hoped for. His balls were
too big to get them both in my mouth at once and the sack was
starting to draw up, so it was difficult to get even one in my
mouth. Giving up, I decided to go for the main course and licked
my way to the end of his 6-inch dick. The foreskin was pulled
back slightly; maybe it didn't cover him all the way when he was
hard. Working up another big wad of saliva, I once again
attacked that wonderful velvet-steel rod. He must have liked it
because I got an immediate reward with another taste of his
sticky precum.
Shifting so I could get a better angle, I buried it in my
throat so his pubes were tickling my nose. I decided to tease
his ass by using a dry finger to trace around his hole. He liked
that, too! "Put it in," I heard him groan. Not a problem. I
managed to pull up and wet my finger with the mixture of saliva
and precum. Back to his hole and I breeched the door easily.
Was this guy hot? All the while he was moaning and moving over
the bed.
He sat up slightly and his hands pulled me toward him. "My
turn," he whispered. I lay back down on hop of him in a full
body contact and we exchanged plenty of tongue, then he rolled me
onto my side and then my back, not breaking mouth contact. This
guy liked to kiss and I was glad. That's a big turn-on for me.
I got my face washed this go-round. It was almost like
having a dog lick me, his tongue felt that long and wet. My left
ear got the first attention from that wonderful, talented tongue
while his finger found my other ear. Then his mouth moved down
my cheek to my neck and gave full attention to my Adam's apple,
his fingers rubbing both ears. I must be really sensitive in
those places because it was my turn to moan and bounce on the
bed. The tongue came up the other side of my face and to the
other ear. Wonderful tongue.
About that time his left hand moved down to play with the
ring in my left tit. Almost a sensory overload. Must be a wire
between my ear and my left nipple. Another kiss, then he moved
back to my throat and the tit opposite the one with the ring.
Biting and sucking, it was soon hard and standing up. More moans
and groans and rolling around.
He started south, his tongue darted in my navel and he
swabbed it out. That felt good. Then he licked down my left
thigh, almost to the knee, then moved to the other and started
back up. As he was moving up that leg, he was pushing my legs up
and apart and I realized that he was going for my balls. Like
his, mine weren't loose and all he could do was lick the sack.
His tongue darted down toward my asshole and I was aware that his
fingers were going to meet his tongue. He started packing saliva
in there and my sphincter loosened immediately. 'How good could
this get?' I wondered. He had two fingers inside and there
wasn't any pain. Without warning, he buried my cock down his
throat. When he reached bottom, he twirled his tongue around,
then biting the shaft slightly. He must have hit my prostate
about the same time, because I could feel myself leaking a little
more. That felt good to me, too.
About that time he pivoted himself around so I could take
him in my mouth. A "69" had never been my favorite form of sex,
but somehow he managed to get into a position where we were both
on our sides. This seemed to be comfortable for both of us and I
went to work on his cock, too. I managed to work first one and
then a second finger into his asshole and that intensified his
action on my cock. It felt good where the plenteous hair on our
chests and stomachs was rubbing on the other and that added a lot
to the stimulation we were giving each other.
I realized that I was starting to feel some tingling
sensations somewhere behind my dick so stepped up my efforts on
A.J.'s cock and asshole, too. It didn't take long because I
could feel his cock starting to twitch on the down-stroke each
time I buried it in my throat. Suddenly I could tell that I was
going to cum and A.J.'s dick hardened in my mouth, also. This
wasn't going to take long; it was a contest as to who was going
to trigger first. I worked on him harder and I could tell I was
all the way down his throat.
With two fingers up my ass, he used the thumb of that same
hand to push just below my balls. That's all it took and I did
the same thing to him as I erupted. He was close enough that he
spewed forth immediately. His first shot went right down my
throat, but I needed to breathe and pulled back some. The next
five or so shots almost burnt my tongue, they were so forceful
and hot. Swallowing furiously, I managed to keep up with him,
but saved the last shot in my mouth. I wanted to share this good
stuff with him.
Meanwhile, he was drinking my ambrosia like a thirsty dog.
He must have found every nerve in my dick and was all over
everyone at the same time. I don't know how many shots I fired,
but don't think ever in my life had I dumped as much as now.
We lay there; cocks still in each other's mouth, feeling
them start to soften. A.J. finally pulled away and untangled
himself from me. We sat up, searching for the other's mouth, and
then sharing the reward each of us had received from the other.
It was great as we used our tongues to stir what was in the
other's mouth. Finally we swallowed, then cleaned off the
other's lips.
We were almost side-by-side, facing each other so that we
could rub each other's chests and backs easily, yet still kiss
and lick the other. We had both perspired some and the salty-
tasting skin was good on our tongues. went along with the cum.
We sat like that for at least 10 minutes, just enjoying
being close to the other and nuzzling and kissing as we came down
from the sexual high.
Finally A.J. said, "I've got to go pee." He started to move
off the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I got to pinch
his butt again. We were like two little boys who had discovered
that it was okay to be naked and play with each other. There was
no one to stop us and boy, were we gonna do it. We both stood by
the stool and let loose our streams, again trying to hit the same
spot. Well, we were just little boys. just older little boys.
Little boys who knew what they wanted and were going to get it.
We finished peeing and after exchanging another kiss,
decided that maybe a little toothbrush action might be a good
idea. We each grabbed our washcloths and washed the saliva and
who knows what else off our faces.
"I'm all charged up and not ready to go to bed - at least to
sleep," A.J. said.
I said, "I'm with you, I'm not sleepy, but wouldn't object
just to laying in each others arms and snuggling and talking."
"Would you like a liqueur or something?" he asked.
"Now that you mention it, yes. Do you have any port wine?
Or a Drambuie on the rocks would be good, too.
"Should be both in the bar, let's go downstairs and see."
There was a bottle of good port wine and I thought something
sweet would be great after all the salt we had just ingested.
A.J. decided that port would be good, also.
"I just never think about drinking sweet wine, but this hits
the spot," he said.
He had poured a large goblet for each of us and we took them
back upstairs to his room. We ended up sitting in the two easy
chairs after putting our shorts on to protect the upholstery. We
talked about what we were going to do the next day. Laura had
requested we go to the 10:45 mass at All Souls Episcopal Church.
We figured that by the time we got around in the morning, had a
bite to eat and went to church; the morning was shot as it would
be after 12 noon when church was out.
"There isn't a lot to eat in the house. How about juice,
coffee and sweet rolls before church then take grandmother out
for brunch?"
"That's fine with me. How about it being my treat?"
"Doesn't matter. There's a great place not too far from
here that has great oriental food, along with things like roast
beef and fried chicken."
"I love oriental food. That sounds like you just solved the
problem of 'where'," I answered.
"Kwang Chow it is then. Grandmother likes to go there,
too."
We discussed the other things we might do the next day and
Monday. Since neither A.J. or his grandmother had been to the
state capitol building since the dome was built, we decided to
find out if Laura would like to go there. A.J. said that he
would call her in the morning after we were up and around.
I expressed some interest in the Martin Park Nature Center,
the zoo and the Myraid Botanical Gardens. "I'll leave the art
galleries up to you as to the quality of art and which is the
most interesting. The weather is supposed to be nice over the
weekend, so I suggest we stay outside as much as possible. Art
Museums are for rainy days unless there is an exhibit that is
closing immediately and you haven't seen it."
"Good idea. We can do the indoor stuff later - you are
coming back over here, aren't you?"
I decided to play coy. "I don't know, Laura hasn't invited
me."
At that, he was out of his chair and on my lap in an
instant, his tongue almost buried in my throat. When we finally
(I wasn't objecting) broke apart, he said, "Laura doesn't have
anything to do with this." It was a good thing my glass was
sitting on the table between our chairs, because he started
tickling me. It's also a good thing the chair was strong because
there was 400 pounds of two big guys sitting in them, wiggling
around. I tried to give as good as I was getting, but he wasn't
as ticklish as me.
Finally, we gave up on that and went back to those wonderful
kisses we had created for each other. A.J. was such a doll.
Big, strong, hairy, virile, and yet as kind and gentle as could
be. No one looking at him would ever know that he liked other
guys. I sure didn't when I first saw him. I was sure falling in
love, but it sure seemed improbable because of the difference in
our ages.
As we were exchanging one more kiss, we discovered that our
dicks had awakened again. Again? Was I absorbing some of A.J.'s
post-teen hormones from the cum infusions I had received? I sure
hoped so.
He looked at the clock on the bedside table. Almost 1 a.m.
Where had the time gone? They say, "Time passes when you're
having fun." Well, I'd sure had fun this evening and had no idea
it was that late.
Finishing our wine, we made another trip to the bathroom to
empty our bladders and brush our teeth before landing in bed -
this time to sleep?
We retrieved the sheet from the floor, deciding that our
bodies were hot enough that we didn't need the extra weight of
the spread. Turning on our sides to face each other, we wrapped
arms and legs together. Kissing each other good night, we were
both asleep immediately.
* * * * *
The next thing I knew it was light in the room. I didn't
know what time it was and without my glasses I couldn't read the
clock behind A.J. I guess my stirring wakened him and we both
realized that we had 'morning wood'. This was a novelty for me.
Maybe I just hadn't been stimulated to have this phenomenon for a
long time. Amazingly, we both had sweet breath as a result of
brushing before bedtime. We lost no time in making sure the
other was awake, but an urgent pee-call for each of us was in
order.
I wanted so badly to hold A.J.'s dick and help him pee, but
the urgency of my own need to pee commandeered my attention.
Besides, he might have ended up peeing on the wall.
It was 8:45, so we had less than 2 hours to get our show on
the road; shave, shower, dress, have a bite to eat, pick up Laura
and get to the church. And. I reminded to A.J. to call his
grandmother about brunch and see if she wanted to go to the
capitol building today. Laura was thrilled we were willing to
include her in our plans for the day and, from what I could hear
of the conversation, wanted to be assured that she was not
intruding on our activities. She agreed to the brunch idea but
told him that we deserved the day to ourselves instead of hauling
her around. 'What an astute lady,' I thought.
We went to the kitchen to get juice for ourselves and start
the coffeepot. Taking our glasses of orange juice back upstairs,
we each shaved at the same time, then I went back to the kitchen,
taking the empty glasses back and bringing two mugs of coffee for
us. We each had a sip of the hot liquid, then crawled into the
over-sized shower. A.J. started the water to get the temperature
adjusted, then turned on the full force of the shower. I love a
shower that has power instead of the wimpy dribble produced by
showers with restrictors in them. We soaped each other up,
taking turns shampooing the others hair. This was fun, erotic
and stimulating. I would have been content to spend the rest of
the morning in the shower, playing as we were, but there was no
time for that except to admire the other.
I wasn't aware of the amount of time we'd spent in the
shower until we dried ourselves and got out. Our coffee was
lukewarm. Since we both had "semi's" we were more than lukewarm.
Had the "heat" transferred?
Since we each had hair dryers, it didn't take us long to
finish in the bathroom. A.J. used his ? (Pi) Cologne by Givenchy
and I had some Herrera Cologne with me. God, but we smelled
sweet. Why not, we were two good-looking studs.
Donning boxers and crew socks, we each pulled a sport outfit
from the closet. I selected a light green oxford cloth shirt
with a rust and green tie to go with green slacks and my cream-
colored sport coat. A.J. pulled out an ecru-colored shirt, light
brown slacks and a rust sport coat. His tie had the same colors
as mine, but his was a rep stripe where mine had medallions all
over it. I concluded that we both had good taste in clothing.
We did look well together and I was thinking about Laura and her
comment about choosing between handsome gentlemen. Well, we had
a reputation to keep up, didn't we?
We exchanged several kisses while we were dressing, but were
careful not to get carried away. It would only heighten our
expectations for later.
We dumped our now cold coffee and went back downstairs to
the kitchen. I poured fresh cups of coffee while A.J. nuked a
couple of sweet rolls. I looked at my watch. It was 10:10, so
we seemed to be on schedule. We could pick up Laura and be at
the church in 20 minutes with no problem.
Shutting off the coffee pot and rinsing the mugs, we were
ready to be on our way. Laura was thrilled to see us and, again,
went through her litany of the "handsome men" who were
accompanying her to church. A.J. let us out at the front door
and went to park the car. We climbed the steps and waited in the
narthex for him to enter. She told me that she always sat about
the sixth row on the right side and I escorted her on my left arm
as we went down the aisle. Verifying that we were where she
wanted to sit, I genuflected and entered the pew, she and A.J.
following me. We knelt for prayers and I finished mine just as
the organ prelude was starting. 'Good timing,' I thought.
The prelude was only listed as "Prelude" in the bulletin,
but I recognized it as being the Ralph Vaughan Williams "Prelude
on 'Rhosymedre'" which translates to "Lovely". It's a beautiful
organ work, but I thought the organist took tempo too fast. At
least I didn't play it that way. The processional hymn started,
Hymn 410, "Praise, my soul, the King of heaven", a beautiful
hymn. We bowed for the processional cross as it came down the
aisle, followed by a small choir of about 20 voices. The choir
sang the descant on the 4th stanza, but it wasn't the same as I
was used to, with a men and boys choir in my parish.
The service was beautiful, the sermon dull and uninspired.
I hate sermons where I have to listen to someone's views on
current events. No tie to the readings or the Gospel, either.
We went to communion and returned to our pew for the Post
Communion Prayer and Blessing. Maybe A.J. would have a chance to
go to church with me and see how it was meant to be. The final
hymn was uninspiring and the organist missed a good chance to
really make us sing. They didn't stay to hear the postlude and I
wasn't going to ask, as it was something unfamiliar to me.
Going out the door we were greeted by the rector and I was
introduced as a family friend. My thoughts were: 'And if you
only knew' but just had to keep the thought behind my smile.
I expected the restaurant to be busy, but we were seated
immediately. I realized that A.J. had called for reservations
sometime before we got there, perhaps when we picked Laura up as
he was in the house for a couple of minutes.
The food was delicious. It's always tempting to overeat
when at a buffet, but I justified it by the fact that we were
going to the Nature Center and zoo later in the afternoon.
Besides, hopefully our sexual activities would burn off the extra
calories - I hoped. A good thought, anyway.
When the check came, I was allowed to pay for the meal.
Since A.J. and I had discussed this, I was thankful he didn't try
to grab it. It's always amazing to me that the oriental
restaurants manage to put on a huge buffet for far less cost than
the other restaurants.
We took Laura back to her house and she thanked us for
taking her to church and me for taking her to lunch, telling us
that she would see us again before I went back to Tulsa. As I
got out of the car to open her door, she gave me a big hug and
kiss and told both of us to have a wonderful afternoon. I
couldn't help but wonder if she had any thoughts as to our
involvement with each other, but didn't care. She had a lot of
class and seemed to accept both of us for who we were.
Going back to A.J.'s place, we held hands and talked about
the morning and luncheon. We agreed that it had been nice, but
that he had wanted to hold my hand during church. With Laura
between us, we couldn't do anymore than shake hands at The Peace.
"Oh well, we can make up for it later," I said.
A.J. replied, "What PIECE do I get?"
"Whatever, you are big enough to take," I laughed.
It was fun to laugh about it, anyway. To quote an unknown
source, "My heart was young and gay" at that moment.
We were quickly back "home" and A.J. parked his mother's
car. "I want to drive my new Acura this afternoon, okay?" he
asked.
"Sure, I'd like to ride in it. I have several friends who
have one, but never a chance to ride in one."
Inside the house, we went upstairs to shed our clothes down
to our boxers. We both took our crew socks off so they could be
replaced with heavier sport socks and sport shoes - Reeboks for
me and Nikes for A.J.
I pulled on a cotton polo and some "Route 66" shorts,
thinking 'How appropriate was the selection,' since that was what
brought us together. I was ready to go and picked up my camera
as we went out the door and down the steps.
A.J. was wearing something similar to me, but no one would
think we were twins.
* * * * *
Getting in his car - which still had the "new car" smell -
we were on our way to the Martin Park Nature Center. We held
hands all the way over there.
His car was nice. Cloth seats, which he said cost more than
the standard leather seats. I hate leather and plastic to sit
on. Cold in the winter and hot in the summer. He had made a
good choice as far as I was concerned.
The park was nice. A good nature trail and surprisingly,
not very many people out that day. Well, it was Labor Day
weekend and a lot of people went boating and camping. That was
fine, it gave us a chance to amble along, take pictures and take
our time. We took pictures of each other and several times asked
another person to take a picture of us together. Since it was a
digital camera, we could look at the pictures immediately to see
if it was a "keeper". The real keeper would have been if we
could kiss, but didn't see anyone along the trail that we thought
would take that picture for us.
* * * * *
The zoo was fun and it is a nice zoo/park. Well laid out
and interesting exhibits. Compares well to zoo parks of its size
across the country. Someone had some good foresight to see that
it was laid out in logical order and the animal shelters blend
well with the general landscape and open areas available for them
to roam in. Located about 3 miles from the capitol building,
it's in a rather hilly area of the city, which enhances the
habitat of the zoo/park.
Of course the monkeys and apes are the most fascinating and
entertaining for me, and probably most of the others as there
were larger crowds around those exhibits than the others, except
for the elephants. They always seem to draw plenty who want to
watch.
I am scared to death of snakes, but for some reason seem to
have a morbid curiosity about seeing them behind glass. They had
the usual display, nothing exotic, but was worth taking the time
to look.
I'll never forget the time at the Chicago Brookfield Zoo
when visiting the snake house many years ago; we realized that
two rattlesnakes were having intercourse. How gross! I mean,
it's okay for people to fuck, but snakes?
* * * * *
By this time it was getting on toward 5 p.m. and time for
happy hour. I had volunteered to stop at a grocery and pick up
something we could fix for an evening meal. not that we really
needed it for the sake of energy, but the habit, I guess.
We finally decided that it really would be more fun to eat
in where we could shed our clothes, maybe swim a bit and enjoy
each other's company. So, he stopped at an independent market
noted for a good meat market. We picked out a couple of KC Strip
steaks, purchased a couple of baking potatoes, sour cream and
chives; decided on a bag of salad greens, a couple of tomatoes,
an avocado and a zucchini to steam, hoping there were some herbs
in the kitchen cabinet. If not, some butter and salt and pepper
would do.
We were back at the house in just a few minutes. We stopped
in the kitchen and I made up a marinade of some soy sauce, red
wine and black pepper for the steaks, covering them and leaving
them to warm to room temperature. The salad could be made up
later, but we washed the potatoes and wrapped them in foil to
bake later, too.
Then, it seemed we were always going to his bedroom to take
our clothes off. [Anyway have a better idea? I don't]
We decided that it would be fun to undress the other again,
so took our time. One would remove an article of clothing,
worship that part of newly exposed body and then the other would
do the same. I don't know of anything that turns me on more and
it did A.J., too. We were unhurried and we were fully hard long
before we got to those items of clothing. We had walked just
enough that we had a little taste of sweat on our bodies. The
best accumulation was on our balls and just behind them. It
tasted as good as it smelled. No wonder guys got off on smelling
shorts and jockstraps.
I don't think either of us had anything planned, but what
else in a bedroom - we ended up on the bed, stretched out on our
sides where we could caress and fondle the other, exchanging
kisses, which got progressively more passionate. We would roll
so that first one, then the other was on top. It felt good and
our hard rods were leaking precum copiously. It felt good. I
was wondering why I'd never leaked this stuff before meeting
A.J., but was glad I had something tasty for him to lap up. I
was certainly enjoying his emission of the same stuff.
Somehow I knew we were going to end up with somebody being
fucked and I was hoping it would be me. It was. I was on my
back and A.J. got me loosened up in no time. He got a bottle of
Astroglide, lubing his cock, and then slipping on a condom. Just
to be sure, he squirted some up my asshole and used his finger to
spread it around. I was starting to bounce on the bed and
urgently said, "Hon, put it in me." This was the first time I
had called him "Hon" but it seemed right. He didn't let me
linger. His cockhead was at my ass lips and seemingly with
little effort on his part I felt him enter. He felt so good, so
warm and so hard!!
As he entered me, his arms were behind my legs and he pushed
them back to where I could wrap them around his waist. After a
couple of thrusts on his part, we became a "fuck machine" each
striving to please the other. He drove me to the edge a couple
of times, then eased back to let me regain control of my urge to
cum. When he sensed that I was back from the brink, he brought
me to the edge again. We were both panting, moaning, making
primal noises and wishing we could produce enough cum to
permanently glue ourselves to the other. The feelings were
indescribable and finally neither of us could hold back. I could
feel his cock pulsing in my ass and it triggered me, also. When
I started to cum, my sphincter muscle clamped on his cock and it
was all over with, except for how quickly we could pump out what
seemed to be gallons of cum.
I had shot so much that we were both covered from our
stomachs to our necks. We were sliding around on each other, him
still in my ass and still we had the urge that this should never
end. I wondered if men and women ever had the chance to
experience what we just had. Not that I cared. I didn't have any
interest in finding out. It couldn't get any better than this, I
thought.
A.J.'s mouth found mine and although we didn't have any cum
to share with each other, our tongues still battled for supremacy
or just to be in each other's mouth. Kissing each other
passionately, we soon cooled in our ardor and relaxed into a post-
orgasmic bliss. It felt so good just to lie there, being one
with the other.
Finally he softened enough that he slipped out of me. A.J.
rolled off the bed and reached for my hand to help me. He
stripped the condom off and there had to be at least two
tablespoons of cum in it. I wondered how much I had produced,
because it felt like I'd given up every ounce of liquid I had in
my body.
When we got to the stool, he dropped the filled condom in
and we each pissed like we hadn't peed for three or four hours.
After he finished peeing, I had the urge to clean the remaining
cum off his cock. He then did the same for me and we shared the
residue of our wads. We climbed into the shower and washed the
rest of the cum off my chest and stomach, then soaped ourselves
up and rinsed off. We were both too spent to even think of
playing around with each other.
Drying ourselves off we returned to the bedroom.
Surprisingly, the bed was in pretty good shape. We could only
find one wet spot and it was really in the wrong place to be cum.
Neither of us thought to taste it, but it didn't make any
difference anyway.
* * * * *
We pulled on our boxers. There wasn't really any need to
since we were the only ones there. Back down to the kitchen and
I put the potatoes in to back while A.J. went outside to check
the grill to see if it needed to be cleaned. I started the salad
preparation, chopping up tomatoes and green onions and mixing
them with the salad greens. There was a vegetable steamer in the
cabinet and I found a 2-quart saucepan to use for the zucchini.
A.J. came back in to tell me he had lit the grill so it could
burn off and be ready for the steaks when we were ready to cook
them.
That done, we didn't have anything to do for about 45
minutes, so A.J. fixed us each a scotch, then we decided that it
would be fun to play in the pool. No need for our shorts and
A.J. ran upstairs to get us towels. We ran out the door and fell
in the pool. The water felt wonderful and we simply played
around without trying to swim. It was just a time to enjoy each
other's company and we soon got out and lay on the lounge chairs
to dry off.
By this time, there were meal preparations. A.J. tuned the
gas burner on the grill up to the temperature needed to cook the
steaks and I went in to finish the salad and get the zucchini
ready to steam. The rest of the preparation went quickly and we
decided to eat in the kitchen and didn't bother to put our shorts
back on. I loved to look at his body and felt myself starting to
get a little thicker. It didn't help that he stood behind me,
rubbing his hands over my back, sides and chest.
A.J. retrieved the steaks from the grill while I unwrapped
the potatoes and got everything else ready to serve.
The food tasted really good and we both ate as if we were
starved. In thinking back, we had walked a long distance at the
Nature Center and again at the zoo, then practiced our sexual
acrobatics after we returned home. We'd probably worn off lunch.
By the time we were through eating, it was almost 8:30. I
cleaned up the kitchen while A.J. called Laura to check on her.
She was trying to decide about a capitol building tour the next
day, so he promised to call her after we were up and around the
next morning.
We ended up back in the bedroom cuddled on the bed and
watched a movie on TV. It wasn't very exciting as we both went
to sleep long before it was over. A.J. woke up first and nudged
me awake.
Pulling up the sheet, we faced each other and wrapping
ourselves in the other, we were quickly asleep, dreaming of the
perfect fuck we'd had earlier.
* * * * *
(to be continued)
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