Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 19:38:10 -0500
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Connoisseur's Feast Part 3 - First Feasts

		A Connoisseur's Feast Part 3 - First Feasts

		       by blondeallover@hotmail.com

The following is a fantasy about sexual activities involving a cyber
friend and myself. The usual disclaimers apply. This is an erotic story
meant to titillate and arouse its readers. I would like to thank many
thoughtful readers who encouraged me complete and post this account. The
first two parts were posted on Nifty Archives on November 20.
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Looking, I could see he was wearing boxers and I greedily reached in with
limber fingers to feel and extract the reward for all my laborious
cunning. My fingers and hand were treated to the most exquisite
sensations. The velvety smooth base of a fleshy stick pulsing with
vibrant warmth amongst a cleft of feathery curly hairs, all covering a
warm crushed leather like pouch. Despite my earnest dexterous
manipulations, it was apparent that I was not going to be able to free
these treasures from their container of tight fabric in just this manner.
Withdrawing my hand, I reach for his belt buckle, my fingers almost
shaking with the fervent excitement of the moment. Lying back, he looked
on as if helpless with an euphoric drugged like expression. The ornately
western style buckle tinkled to my fumblings and I felt the flushed heat
of his excitement ooze from his lower abdomen. At last I had broken the
last barrier of Levi-Strauss in the guise of the tight pants button. All
that remained was the firm grasp of my fingers on either side of the
rugged waistband to give both his jeans and boxers together one good
revelatory tug.

Words can not adequately describe for my readers the completely sensual
exhilaration I experienced in consequence. A great round throbbing column
of man meat sprang out to greet me, finally freed from its tight prison,
flinging droplets of liquid lust in all directions. At the same instant
my nostrils were overwhelmed by the sensational scent of intensely
festering man musk. His incomparable straight as an arrow cut manhood
must have stretched a meaty 8.5". At its base drooped a succulent silky
wrinkled pouch wherein resided the large jewels that provide the
important ingredient for the discharges that I would extract from him
with such urgency. A dense thicket of dark fragrant masculine bush
surrounded all this beauty. Both of us giddy with delirium, he leaned up
as if intoxicated. "well Blonde, do you like what you see?"

Eyes bulging and mouth slightly ajar, I reached for the fleshy pole that
nearly singed my hand. I answered simply, "it's gorgeous!" My mouth
opened with tongue tip extracted to greet my feed. I lapped the sweet
liquids that already drenched his pliant strawberry. His ultra smooth
animated cock flinched, throbbed, and bucked in my tightening grasp. I
contemplated, "I am going to tame this horsey, yet", as my tongue began
to make pressured sweeps up and down every centimeter of his smooth hot
shaft, occasionally shifting to his pouched jewels, lapping up all the
delicious tastes of aroused man sex.

He began his uninhibited vocalizations in response to my lascivious
services. Low and throaty, "ooooooooooooo, that's nice. . . . . ughh,
ooo, keep licking like that Blonde."

When the entire length of his furnace like pleasure pole was saturated, I
raised my head to meet his man head and this time positioned my warm wet
tongue and mouth to envelope it. My tongue probed all around from pee
hole to ridge like a whirling tornado locked in place. "Ahhh. . . .ahhh.
. . .ooohhh, yesss !! Oh that feels so great." I positioned myself to
make it easier for me to slide that delicious staff deeper into my
topside orifice while cradling his balls with my other hand. I was now
sucking his magnificent man tool with the usual conviction of an
enthusiastic cocksucker. "SUCK that cock you blonde horn dog!! Don't
wimp out on me. Aaaaaahhhhh. . . . . oooooooooo. . . . . hhhhooooeeeee. .
. . Yeeesss, don't let up." His hips were now thrusting with wild
abandon. "I, I'm . . . I'm getting close . . . . . Yes that's right,
suck hard. . . Oh, I am going to". I felt his orbs leap through his
leathery pouch to his underside signaling the inevitable. "Ughhh", he
moaned with the first spasm of his tense heated ejaculation. I felt the
flexed tension about his upper thighs, crotch, and lower buttocks as he
squirted out great shots of hot slippery visceral jism into the rear of
my attending oral chasm at a pace quicker than I could respond with in
swallows. I struggled to control the syrupy creme that filled my mouth.
Some of it spilled on to my lips and the shaft that had been so keenly
exercised. His last spasms were accompanied by a great shudder that was
birthed in his groin and spread in both directions to the ends of his
transfixed being. Just as quickly, flexed tension transformed to intense
relaxation and I could see the muscles in his legs and midsection roll
about to a melted contentment. I savored the sweet and spicy cum that
still lingered in my mouth and I lapped up the drops that had spilled on
to the shrinking gun from which they had been unleashed.

Soon, his flaccid glistening dick lay comparatively languid astride his
right hip, still posing a striking presence. He moved his head back on
the soft bed and raised his face toward the headboard basking in sensual
relaxation. "Hhmmmm, that was incredible!"

"I am not finished with you yet." I spoke with an element of control. I
sauntered into the adjoining bathroom and gathered up tissues. After
cleaning him about his genitals and legs, I told him not to move from
where he lay. I told him that I would retrieve just enough supplies from
the car for our next session. On the way out, I noticed that in the haste
to commence our escapades in eros we had left both the front door of the
cabin and the bedroom door open. We were lucky that no one had entered
and caught us in our passion play.

Closing the bedroom door behind me, I heard him almost drunkenly slur, "I
don't fucking believe this is happening."

I smiled as I thought, "he hasn't seen anything yet. I am just warming
up." Opening the swing door at the back of the SUV, I realized I would
have to make two trips. We had bought several six packs of bottled beer
and the first order of business was to get them out of the vehicle and
into the fridge in the cabin before they go "skunk". Finally organized to
my satisfaction, I opened the door to the ridiculous scene of my intimate
friend with his bare midriff and legs hanging over the end of the bed,
his jeans and boxers pulled down to his cowboy boots, as if he were
lounging on some bizarre reclining Roman toilet. I forced back a snicker
as I handed him one of two not quite cold beers.

"Hey Blonde, good man. I almost forgot about these brewskies. I thought I
heard you rattling some bottles around. What's next on your menu?"

I gazed at him for a half a minute taking a swig before announcing,
"let's get these boots off." My new friend was pedestaled with two large
feet and I was going to need to be seated to wrench his boots off. I
reached for one of the rustic limb crafted chairs in the room and seated
myself directly across from him. His right foot in my lap first, I gave a
great tug, but the cumbersome footwear did not budge.

"Whoa there, buddy. You don't know much about boots, do you easterner?

Pull back on the heel lifting up, first. Then slip the boot off."
Following instructions, the boots slipped off as effortlessly as gloves.
He wore no socks, accounting for the deep calluses even on his high
arches.

Arising from the chair, I stepped to the side of the bed to pull away the
snaps on his plaid shirt. Helping him out of his sleeves, I had my
outstanding 6' 2" trophy of masculine form naked at last. My still
unsatisfied tensions building again, I could hardly believe my good
fortune. I was suspicious of my own senses. I wondered if I was not
becoming captive to some false apparition from hell, come to tease me and
punish me for my many past lecherous corruptions. Gathering my wits, I
ordered him to turn over on his stomach and splay himself spread-eagled
on the middle of the bed. Enjoying one last chug from his beer bottle, he
obeyed my command as I slipped off my sandals and kneeled on the side of
the bed next to him. My fingers struggle at the keyboard as I recollect
this erotically visual moment. That I could have such a statuesque corpus
so trustingly at my disposal exceeded all my wildest fantasies of sexual
rendezvous. I had had the presence of mind to bring my fragrant body oils
with me in my satchel and I brought them with me into the bedroom. I
splattered out a couple of shots of fresh wintergreen onto the palms of
my hands, and rubbing them between my palms I started to work on his
thick neck.

.

Kneading out the stiff knots, he murmured through his increasing comfort,
"that's nice, Blonde." Low soft moans accompanied the pressure of the
palms of my hands. To give this model of Michelangelo come to life a deep
penetrating massage seemed to me at least as pleasurable as receiving
one. Warm supple well-exercised flesh and bone would greet my palms and
fingers with every touch. I was so overcome with the sensuality of the
applications that I could not resist bending over from time to time to
kiss, lick, and nibble at my subject, who only seemed to enjoy the
experience even more. Massive broad shoulders swept down to a lean and
awesome back which itself sharply angled to strong narrow hips. Down from
the small of his back, pillows exploded to shape small but sharply
rounded ass cheeks. The way these bubbling buns would unendingly rapidly
clench and relax was a performance worthwhile in its own right. Part way
down superbly conditioned thighs; dark brawny mats of hair swathed a
graze nearly down to his ankles. From time to time, I would dribble
little puddles from my beer bottle on his person. The combination of the
odors from my oils and the crisp brew created a surprisingly refreshing
and sociable fragrance. I found as I would knead and press against firm
thighs, my hands would press back up to his billowing ass. Of all his
dynamic musculature, his ass was the most delectably flexible. I could
not help myself from burying my face to kiss and nibble about the
available folds of flesh there. I played with those supple cheeks,
opening them just at the point where an old saying declares that daylight
seldom shines. Revealing his puckering posterior opening, it was as if a
sweet rosebud was winking at me. My face level with all these prizes, I
thrust out my tongue tip to flick about, probe, and taste this region.

I was encouraged by his strident vocal affirmations. "Lick! . . Lick! . .
. Don't stop! . .Oooooooooooo . . . . Eat me, rim me, you son of a
bitch." I was reminded that he was familiar with man to man pleasures via
the Internet. "Ooooohhhhh. . . . .oooooahhhhhooooo. . . . Yes, you know
you want that hole. . . Aaaahhh. . . . That hole is yours. Give me your
licking tongue. . . Stick your tongue up my hole, hard." I decided to
allow my slathering tongue to explore new territory. I licked with firm
pressured sweeps down his exposed crotch to the underside of the soft sac
of jewels that was supported by the mattress. I could see that the
all-important external organ of his anatomy had stiffened once again to
full hardness. Always a glutton for pleasurable servicing, I grasped it
as he intuitively raised his hips for me to pull it down into my out
thrust lips and tongue. In an instant, he had me on my back, sitting on
my upper chest and shoulders, his meaty pillar tensed down into my open
mouth with his fingers. "If you want my cock in your mouth, then suck on
it hard. . . . . Don't fool around, eat me!", he yelled. If this was
what it was like to be pinned by a nude Olympian wrestler of ancient
times, then I was born centuries too late. I sucked and licked about as
best I could, thrilling to much of his 200 or so lbs. resting on me via
his warm seat and upper thighs. Realizing I was powerless to diversify my
motions, he raised himself horizontally above me with his legs spread as
if in a stance to start pushups. His cock never completely leaving my
slurping mouth, he started pumping his hips in rhythm to a serious face
fuck. Instantly, I adjusted my throat muscles for the impending invasion.
I had to adjust my head and neck to allow myself the best angle to relish
every stroke of his heavenly piston of flesh. With each thrust, his meat
would throb, twitch, and taste in a slightly different manner. On
occasion, he would pause as his full length was thrust to the hilt in my
mouth, allowing me to sniff his tickling man scented fulsome tuft.
"There! Take it. . . .aaahhhh, swallow me you obsessed cock freak. . . .
. Yyyyeeeeesssssss, don't let up until you milk me of my joy juice. . .
. Hoooooeeeeeee, that feels ssoooooooo gooooddddd. . . . . Work your
tongue, like that! . . . . Ughhh, ahhh. . . . ahh. . . . ahhh." By now I
was administering strokes within strokes. His stroke in and out was being
met by two strokes of my quick right hand along as much of the shaft as I
could grasp, as he continued to thrust in and out of my slobbering mouth.
He was lost in the ecstasy of his mounting pleasures. "Oooooohhhhh, it
won't be long now. . . . Get ready, I am going to shoot a terrrrriffic
loooooad. . . . Now I cum, ughhh." His overly sensitized cock jerked a
throb that nearly exploded itself, unleashing little jets of heated man
climax down my throat and the back of my mouth. I savored every squirt of
his fresh passion and would not release his sex until it had lost its
toughness and the weight of his lower torso relaxed on my face.

Turning over and lying on the bed next to me as we both strained to catch
our breath, he spoke first. "Blonde, if I had any idea about your
talents, we would have gotten together weeks, ago."

I queried hesitantly, "do I give a better blowjob than Anne?"

He turned his head to look me in the face with an incredulous expression.
Shaking his head as to disapprove of asking a question whereby the answer
should be obvious, "Anne in her wildest dreams could never give me a
blowjob as fuckingly superb as an experienced cocksucker like you. That
could be the best sex I have ever known, and let me tell you my friend, I
have known some awesome sex in my day." Giving me a playful nudge in the
shoulder, "damn Blonde, you must have been trained by a master." His eyes
suddenly dart around the room. Lifting his majestic torso he announces,
"in one end and out the other. Nature calls!" His every move seems
athletic to me as he brusquely climbed off the bed and with long strides
sauntered off to the bathroom. I am at his side and intently focused on
his bodily relief as the stream of piss first ejects from the pee hole of
his coiling dick and into the toilet bowl. "Well aren't you the funny
guy. I believe you enjoy my dick in motion as much as I enjoy having you
service it."

I thought to myself, "probably more so."

Through the continuing piddling noise, he gave me a once over noticing my
still tented shorts. "I think by now, we have been through all the
formalities. Why don't you take off all your clothes and stay awhile
since you are still so happy to see me. I am going to take a shower soon
and we ought to see what we can do about that lump between your legs." I
was naked with my clothes kicked to one side as he was shaking the last
drops from the end of his whip like hose and reaching over to flush.
Turning on the faucets at the sink, his eyebrows narrowed into a furrowed
brow. "Damn, look at you! No wonder they call you Blonde. I tell you
what, I have an idea. You must be thirsty again. How about stepping into
the kitchen and pulling out a couple of cold ones and I will tell you
when I get back." I backed out of the bathroom not really cognizant of my
direction. My eyes were glued to the pendulous swings and wiggles of his
dazzling dangler that moved about so sweetly, prompted by studious
hygienic hand care. Once out, I bounded out to the kitchen, boner
bouncing. I reached in the fridge and one of the bottles, now thick with
condensation, nearly eluded my grasp. The thrill and excitement of the
moment was nearly lost in an explosion of froth and a hundred shards of
glass.

"Easy Blonde, you could still blow the rest of this adventure. Caution
must still reign supreme", I reasoned with omnipresent introspection.

Carefully returning to the bathroom, I handed him a now chillier bottle.
"Thanks my man. The best man is the one who looks after the cold brew",
he drawled out with his infectious grin. In the meantime, he had fetched
from the bedroom one of the bedside tables and moved it by the spacious
shower stall. This would serve as the stand for our beers, facilitating
our ability to take chugs at our leisure in our next round of physical
play. Stepping in the stall ahead of me, he turned to me, "When you get
back east Blonde, I know what you ought to do. You should find yourself a
ladies dormitory and streak it. Shit, so long as you stiff out a boner
like the one you've got now and with all that pretty light body hair,
you're bound to get at least a couple of the girls to drop what they're
doing and run after you."

I laughed heartily at this generous but implausibly comical compliment.
Retorting, "I think you would do better to attract many more females to
run after you're naked butt than mine, my friend."

He let out a high pitched giggle as the spray of water started to jet out
of the showerhead. "We should join forces. Your next trip out here,
let's the both of us take a trip to the girl's college in town. We'll
streak a dorm together." The volume of his laughter was louder than the
rushing water. With an impish grin like a schoolboy in a conspiratorial
prank, he continued. "We'll just wear old rags on our way in so that if
we can't get back to our clothes, it'll be no loss. We'll sneak away,
our cocks waving around in the night air, before the cops come in and
bust our bare asses." He was lit up with this bawdy scenario and let out
a cattleman's whoop and banged on the stall wall with his fist. I had to
admit I liked the way my new captive thought. Sometimes, no matter how
hard one may try, the male of our species will always think with his
dick. Starting to lather his sumptuous body parts, he casts almost a
sober expression. "But you know one thing I learned today, Blonde? I
really think that if we were to streak a men's dorm, we would turn more
heads and get more guys to follow us than anybody else."

This was the one image that had more than a grain of truth to it, to me.
My new intimate was being acquainted with a whole new paradigm of erotic
attractions and the pleasures that follow. For a fleeting moment, it
occurred to me that being naked together in any public setting cast an
air of absurdity. We would certainly be perceived as mismatched: an
archetype "odd couple". He must exceed me in height by 8 inches and is
far superior to me in overall body condition, not to speak of clashing
hair color and skin tone. "We would eventually be kidnapped into one of
the bedrooms and a bunch of horny gang bangers would have their way with
us", I intoned with mock seriousness.

My shower mate winked at me and acted out exaggerated boxing swipes. "I
would fight them off for both of us." I had never taken a shower in such
close proximity with such an Adonis like figure. As he soaped and
lathered himself with glistening sensuality, I had absentmindedly begun
to stroke my own aching 6.5" uncut cock to relieve the turmoil and
tension that had been ruminating in my loins for so much of the day. The
soft moans I elicited and open-mouthed face I wore betrayed the weary
delicious feelings that were smothering me as I attended to my long pent
up passionate tensions. "That's right, buddy", he spoke softly and
reassuringly. "Just think about all those gals and guys who would chase
after you. Think of how they would be just clamoring to get at your
cock." Before I reached my climax, I stopped him from his intent
lathering of his own genitals. I soaped his thicket, pouch of jewels, and
some of his crotch behind. While stroking his rising cock with increased
lather, my other hand created the exquisite friction that sent the heat
and tension through my loins and out my cock. The first shot of
ejaculatory fluid managed to elude many of the rushing drops spewing in
the shower and strike the wall of the stall closest to me.