A THIRD FANTASY
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               Uploaded to Pink Triangle by The Scribe


    It wouldn't  be very  long till  he knew  what it  felt  like.  He
trusted the man and desired him, but he was still afraid. He looked at
the penis  rearing before  him, and  compared it  with his own. It was
thicker, and  the cut end seemed strange - the glans larger, paler and
coarser textured.  The shaft  was not  a lot longer, but thicker - the
glans seemed  enormous, with  a big  flaring rim.  Yet the man did not
seem worried  about getting  it in.  He embraced him, and felt the hot
hardness of  it against  his stomach,  then he turned and bent over to
signal his readiness.

    John was  amused. He  bent and  kissed the  youthful buttocks, but
then moved him onto the bed, laid him on his back. "Bending over's one
way, but it's better if we can see each other, Mark." He lifted Mark's
legs and  pushed them  over his  body, till  they were straight and up
against his  chest. "Hook  your arms round them to hold them - you can
put your hands behind your neck, if you like. When I'm in you, you can
let them go."

    Mark felt strange, locked back like that. But he realized that his
arse was now very well exposed and at a good angle. When the man began
to stroke  the underside  of his  thighs, he began to relax. Then John
applied the clear KY jelly from the blue and white tube to Mark's anus
and massaged plenty of it inwards with his fingers. Expertly he fitted
his condom, then applied gobs of jelly to that. He was ready to begin.

    First there  was only  a gentle  but steady pressure from the knob
against the  hole -  no thrusting  stab as  he feared. He could hardly
feel it  to begin with. He could see the man's white, dimpled buttocks
in the  wardrobe mirror,  shifting as  he tried to find the centre and
the best angle. Then it moved forward. "Relax, just relax..."

    The pressure  increased -  pain - he could not relax. John waited,
stroking Mark's balls. His anal spasm waned. "Take a deep breath, then
push down  as if  you were trying to shit a big one." Mark did it, and
like magic  the glans  was inside  him. Another spams - real pain this
time. But  the man knew what to do - he pushed inwards, steadily. Mark
cried out ... then realized it wasn't hurting as much.

    About halfway  in, the  man's cock  stopped moving  - Mark saw his
buttocks change  shape as  he relaxed.  Now he  felt ... full ... very
full ...  but no  longer in  pain. An  aching, dull aching ... getting
less all the time. The cock pressed inwards again. Mark wanted to take
it all  in -  he hoped  he would  be able  to. He  had closed his eyes
against the  pain that  never came.  He opened  them and looked at the
man's face. "It's all in. How's it feel?"

    He could  now sense the balls against him, and the crinkly forest.
He COULD  take it all. He smiled. The man smiled back. Then he started
the slow controlled fucking action, slowly back, until Mark could feel
the glans  head about  to come  out, then  a fast lunge forward, which
took his  breath - then again, then again. He admired the way the but-
tocks and thighs in the mirror changed their shapes with each stroke.

    John lowered himself till he was resting on Mark, his hands on his
calves and  his face just a kiss away. As the fucking continued - four
or five  fastish strokes,  then one of the long slow ones - Mark threw
his arms  round John's  head and  pulled him  to him  for a  kiss. The
rhythm changed, and Mark was raising his arse in a counter rhythm, in-
creasing the  sensation. There  were several  short strokes then a few
deep ones,  as if the cock were resting between them. And the angle of
the shaft within him kept changing slightly.

    He had  just noticed  with surprise that his own cock was now only
semi-hard, as  all his  sexual force  centred in his arse, when he no-
ticed that the strokes were all short, fast and deep now, and the face
he was kissing was very red. "Give it to me. Fuck me harder. Yes! Yes!
Shag me! Drill me! Screw me! Oh yes!"

    The strokes  were slowing, sort of hanging in at the deepest point
now, and  irregular. The man's upper body arched back suddenly and his
hands clawed  at the  back of  Mark's knees. Every fibre of both their
beings was  concentrated on that red point at its deepest within Mark.
The man  was trembling, shuddering. Mark's hips were rolled back right
off the  bed by  the force  of the  exploding climax - then he felt it
within him.

    Mark was  entirely happy.  Later the  man would work his dick to a
very satisfying  climax with his mouth: they would then just hold each
other in  a golden  haze, until  they had  the strength  to do  it all
again....


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