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Date: Fri, 1 Dec 1995 16:59:21 UTC
Subject: All I Had To Give [mm] by 'Studs Manly'
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(C) 1989 "Studs Manly'
All I Had To Give
He'd been following me for days. I knew the look. Love-
struck. Yeah, he was in love, alright. Love at first sight.
First sight of my cock.
I teach in a community college and two or three times a week
I swim 30 laps in the pool. Over the years, I've grown
accustomed to the uneasy, insecure glances, the lusting stares my
presence always generates. When you carry a 6 inch piece of meat
between your legs when hanging, and when you tend to be where
people can see it, you learn quickly who envies you and who wants
you.
I've always attracted people who wanted my cock. Starting
at an age I dare not mention, I've been felt, fondled, touched
and fucked by plenty of men and women who wanted what I had to
fill a vacancy. To many people, bigger is better and size does
make a difference. I've had men pay me to fuck their wives.
What can I say? Money can be a motivator. But my preference is
for men. Young men, still discovering the sensual joy of life.
I love seeing the adoring eyes of a man look up at me, his lips
stretched around my engorged cock, his wet mouth filled with my
muscle. Or the passionate cries of pleasure/pain as my
destroyer plows open some untried ass. I realize it's the sense
of power I feel, the ego-inflating perception of domination which
inspires me and makes me enjoy it so. No apologies, though.
As I said, he'd been following me around like a love-sick
puppy ever since he got an eyeful in the showers. When only he
could see, I soaped up my crotch and pulled my cock a bit till it
was not yet fully stiff but arching away from my body and about
nine inches in length. Poor kid. He had to try and hide his own
excitement and turned to face the wall, fist flying over his
cock. I stepped close to him.
"Mind if I borrow your soap?" I asked just at the moment his
spunk jetted from his cock and splashed the wall. I just reach
and took the soap from the dish, letting my pole, now at it full
rigidity, brush provocatively against his hip. Then I stepped
away, willing my cock to soften as I heard some voices approach
the showers.
He wanted it, I could tell from the beginning. But I waited
a week before I made a move. Part of my thrill is watching to
see those infatuated looks. Even at 39, I enjoy the ego surge of
being wanted. The tease, the anticipation, the thrill of
imagination are what make the game so sweet.
Finally, again in the shower, I struck up a conversation
with my moon-struck admirer. I asked him to come to my house for
a drink. He said he would. Hell, he acted like a starving dog
to whom I'd thrown a big bone.
But come to think, that's just what I did. I was setting
him up for my big bone.
When Danny arrived at my house, I met him at the door
wearing only a long silk robe. He wore a pullover shirt, jeans
that hugged his butt and showed off his own crotch. His brown
hair was combed neatly and he gave every appearance of being the
All-American college boy. Who just happened to have a strong
desire for cock. My cock. I had the lighting subdued to create
the proper mood. Now that he was here, he was mine. We went to
the den and I sat down in the only chair as Danny stood before
me.
"Let me offer you a drink," I said, untying my robe and
revealing my cock. Danny just automatically fell to his knees
between my spread legs, gazing with adoration at the phallic god
before him. His tongue slid along his lips. His trembling
fingers caressed the inside of my thighs and surrounded the base
of my now-stiff and throbbing staff.
"Kiss it, first," I directed him. With eager obedience, he
pursed his lips and planted a tender kiss at the top of the
swollen glans. "Lick," I said, and he complied by sending his
wet tongue down to the base and up, tracing each vein in my
vibrating prick with his wet oral muscle. I put my hands under
my knees and pulled, exposing my sensitive opening. He obeyed my
unspoken command by sliding his tongue around the tender pore and
slipped inside, snaking its way up my colon. Oh, he was fine.
Danny-boy knew what he was about. Even while he tongued my
rectum, he fisted my prick. Pre-cum oozed out and helped to lube
his handiwork.
Soon, he left my chute and put his mouth back on my leaking
nozzle. Those brown doe eyes of his looked up at me with an
expression of total devotion, worship and submission.
I pushed him away and stood up, my prick swaying and
glistening with saliva.
"Follow me," I said, leading him downstairs to my basement.
I walked over to a closed door, punched in the combination and
led Danny into my "Rack Room." I heard him react to what he saw.
Chins, leather furnishings, thick red carpet.
"Still want this?" I asked, taking his hand and wrapping it
around my dick. I thrust my hips and he started stroking. He
nodded. "Good boy," I said. "Now strip." He hung his clothes
on the wall hooks and I took him to the centerpiece of the room,
a chiropractic adjustment table which was in its vertical
position. I strapped his hands to one end over his head and
lowered the table a bit. I made a few minor adjustments to the
padded table to present his ass at its best. I stepped over to a
cabinet and took out a latex glove, a condom and some lube.
"Have you ever been fucked, Danny?" I asked, running my hand
over the quivering firmness of his cheeks.
"Yes," he whispered. I had squirted jelly on my gloved
index finger and unceremoniously jammed it into his pucker.
After the initial spasm, his ass muscles welcomed and squeezed my
invading digit. Tight, even if he wasn't virgin, but I could
tell that he hadn't taken a piece as big as mine up his ass, so
this was going to be fund for both of us.
I sheathed and greased my cock and pressed his sphincter
with the thick knob. "Danny boy, you're gonna love having me in
your ass," I breathed into his ear. I pushed against the
resistant muscle and ran my hands up and down his sides, feeling
the taut skin on his lean torso. I flicked his ear with my
tongue and felt the round muscle give way and open up to my
prick. Oh, he was tight, all right. I reached to where his cock
was sticking through the cutaway in the table and I gripped the
half-hard organ. He quickly hardened in my hand and Danny fucked
my fist as I nailed his ass.
"Such a good fuck," I said to him as I felt my balls flatten
against his ass cheeks. His prick pulsated in my hand and I
cupped my palm over the head as my fingers flew on his cock and
he squirted a hot load of thick liquid lust into my palm. As he
came his ass twitched around my probe as I stimulated his
prostate but I wasn't about to come until I was ready.
I pulled my spunk-filled hand from his cock and got it to
his face. He licked some before I just started smearing the
stuff all over his face and into his hair. I was fucking his
fine ass really hard, sending my entire rubberized cock into the
depth of his body. Danny was whimpering, partly from the
pleasure and partly because of the pain of getting his prostate
worked over after he had pumped his wad.
Danny struggled against the restrainnts and was whimpering,
but his fucked-raw ass still clutched at my ramming prick. I let
go, feeling my cum rush up my cock and spurt into the latex
nipple high upinto Danny's bowels. Someday, when I was assured
that he was safe, I'd give him a sperm enema, feeling his insides
against the unsheathed flesh of my cock.
As my cock emptied and softened, I held the condom as I
slowly withdrew my prick. Rich spunk filled the end of the
rubber, spunk that was disease-free and needn't be wasted. I
slipped it off my prick and put the rubber to Danny's mouth. His
lips parted hungrily and I squeezed the condom like a tube of
toothpaste, the pearly cum being avidly lapped up and swallowed.
Danny loved my cum. I unfasted the straps and sat in a
comfortable chair where he licked my cock clean and sucked my
sweaty ass for half an hour, then sucked me off, swallowinng
every juicy drop I had for him.
He quickly became my favorite stable boy, joining the small
but dedicated clique of cock worwhippers who revere my prick.
During the sessions when we all get together, I have the pleasure
of being bathed by five tongues, reverently rimmed and reamed, my
balls and cock deified and worshipped. As one of our ceremonial
rites, four pricks lodge in four assholes, a daisy chain of
fuckers. I insinuate my own bowel borer into the last in line,
then, after I shoot my wad, I suck off the lead prick while the
young men suck spendings from each other's oozing asshole.
And who says schools are no fun?
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