Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 05:11:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daniel Blue <danielblue45@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Week's Cruise

Monday:

I drag myself out of bed, shower and shave. Then, reluctantly, its off to
work.  Rush hour traffic, snarl, snarl, snarl...And then, what's
this... there's a new man starting this morning. He's blonde, with big
hands, and a big smile, big everything really. He turns around and I catch
sight of his big, shapely butt framed in the synthetic fabric of his
slacks. They ride up into the crack of his arse and I think yummy!

He latches on to me and natters away. He is very friendly and none too
bright. No matter. His hair shines with health. Everything about him is
so apple pie. Except my thoughts. I've undressed him a million times
already. I've tasted the sweetness of his smooth red lips and also the
spicy tang of his little pink manhole. I've caressed the strong smooth
chest and cupped my hands around the large, hairless nuts that swing
loose in the breeze. In the stock room he strips off his too tight slacks
and lowers his clean cotton underpants. I feel between his fleshy
unblemished cheeks. My probing finger sinks into the warm wet of his
yielding pucker.

He bucks against my finger, drawing me in to the first knuckle and then
the second. Small whimpers of pleasure escape his throat. I lick his
shoulder blade and the taste of salt comes to my tongue. I bring my free
hand up to his head and run my fingers through his baby soft hair.
His 'o' ring clamps around my finger; I feel he is ready. I unbuckle my
trousers and let the greedy monster swing free. Then I grip it tight and
give it a few strokes. Blood courses through my prick; it is at the limit
of rigidity now.

I align my cock with the blonde muffin's waiting hole. Slowly, slowly,
I let it slip into him. He wants it all but I can tell that the length and
girth of it is a shock to him. So he breathes deeply, taking each little bit
that I feed him. At last, with a heavy sigh, he lets me know he is ready
to be fucked. I begin a slow, steady stroking. My hands play up and
down his smooth stomach, sending shivers through him. I feel his
massive thighs tightening  as the pleasure rips through him.

I bring my hands up to his nipples, those tiny pink nubs, and begin to
tweak them. He moans, a low rumble from deep in his throat. I feel his
solid back against my chest. My pubes are mashed against his soft,
yet muscular, backside. The feeling of his warm buttcheeks against my
lower belly is almost better than that of my cock in his arse. I kiss his
neck as I let my hands roam all over his body. From the tension in his
strong arms I know he is stroking himself.

I cup my hands around his balls. They are drawn up close to his body
now but are still full and plump. The ballsac is unbelievably smooth.
I tug on his balls and worry them in my hand. 'Yes.' he whispers.
How can I be so lucky, I wonder. I move my hands up to his short,
thick cock. It feels like the end of a baseball bat. I stroke the warm,
spongy cockhead that flares, mushroom like, from the shaft. From his
breathing I know he is close, as I am. I change tempo and thrust
wildly into him. His arse is slick and I glide in and out with ease.
I withdraw completely on each stroke before pounding my meat back
into his gaping arsehole. The fuck sounds are an amazing aphrodisiac.

'Oh yes, fuck me like that! he growls.

I comply. Happy to thrust, pound and stab at his guts. My hand
works frantically on his thick stub and then suddenly I feel his thick
cream flowing over my fingers. My brain shuts down. My cock explodes.
A heavy  load shoots out of me and deep into his warm love chute.

'Will you show me the ropes?' he asks.

I snap out of my day dream and come back to reality. He is still
smiling, still wearing the too tight slacks. But no matter, in my mind
I've fucked him to within an inch of his life and he loved it.

'I'd be glad to.' I reply.

Tuesday

I go my local library. Instead of Miss Jones there is a new face
behind the counter. And what a face. I'd say he is about twenty
years old, with an angelic smile and hardly any stubble on his chin.
His lips are full and cherry red. His eyes are a warm brown as is his
hair which he wears slightly long and rumpled, as if he had forgotten
to get a haircut.

He stands up to receive my books and I notice the slim hips in
figure hugging jeans. There is just the merest hint of his package
within the jeans. He must tuck it between his legs, I tell myself.
His T-shirt shows off his washboard stomach. But what makes him
so incredibly sexy is that he seems to be totally unaware of how
attractive he really is.

The library is empty so I stand and chat to him. He is shy and yet...
there is something there, a certain yearning. As he talks I notice
that he is surreptitiously stealing glances at me. I make it easier,
unbutton my shirt, hook my hands in my pockets so they frame my
heavy package. I try sending him thought signals.

'I'm available' I say silently, 'and I want you.'

'I'm just going to do some paperwork in the back office.' he tells me.'
Call me if you need me.'

He disappears and I choose my books. I can't stop thinking about
him; that pretty face and those slim hips loom large in my thoughts.
I wonder if I should go back there and tell him what I want, see
if that is what he has been thinking about. Silently I make my
way to the back office and open the door.

His back is to me and his jeans are around his ankles. For a
moment even I am shocked. I wonder if I should back out silently
but my lust dictates that I should stay. That shapely little bum,
just enough for a handful, is on display and my mouth waters.
Nervously, I clear my throat. He turns around.

'You came.' he says.

'How could I not?' I reply as I gaze at the long, thin shaft in his hand.

'Let me just lock the door.' he tells me as he stuffs his rod back into his pants.

I have a feeling that he is much more sophisticated than he lets on.
I wonder who is the lion and who the lamb. When he returns he drops
his jeans once more. His cock is the thinnest, longest snake I have
ever seen. The head is an angry red knob against the creamy paleness
of the never ending shaft. He put a hand on my shoulder and begins
to exert pressure. This boy knows what he wants and who am I to refuse.

I am on my knees on the cheap, heavy duty carpet. If it were not for
my jeans I would surely get carpet burn and that is a possibility yet.
I take the delicate head into my mouth, wrapping my hand around his
narrow shaft as I do so. His cock fits so easily into my mouth and I feel
like I was born to suck this cock. It glides so effortlessly down into the
depths of my throat and I hear him sigh. There is still a good few inches
left in my hand. His tiny nuts hang low in a fleshy sac. My free hand
rolls them  around each other.

The cock in my mouth is now thoroughly lubricated by my spit and
its own juices. I withdraw it from my throat and work just the delicate
tip with my tongue. As I swirl my tongue around the sensitive underside
he sighs and cradles my head in his hands. After another five minutes
of tongue bathing his beautiful young cock he pulls me up to him.
His tongue snakes into my mouth as he begin tugging at my clothes.
His breathing is desperate.

Soon I am naked and his fingers are eagerly probing between my legs.
I know what he is after but I decide to make him beg. I clamp my
thighs against his hand, preventing access.

'Please...' he whispers in my ear.

I pretend not to hear. He strokes the small of my back, nibbles my ear.
I have to give him ten out of ten for trying.

'Please, I'll be gentle' he tries again.

I allow him access. His finger gently brushes my puckered arse hole.
It quivers in anticipation. Gently he strokes it and tries to work a finger
into me but I'm too dry. He drops to his knees and forces my butt
cheeks apart. I gasp as his hot tongue makes contact with my wanting
hole. My knees buckle as he administers one of the best tongue
fucks I've ever had.

He decides I'm ready and gets to his feet. A long dribble of precum
hangs from the eye of his hard cock. He commands me to bend over
the desk. I have no choice but to obey. He positions himself against
my love chute and with one savage thrust is deep within me. I gasp
at the invasion but soon I am able to adjust to his thin stroke stick.
His precum and spit allow him easy access deep into my fuck pit.
He is deeper in me than any man has ever been and it feels good.
It feels as if he might touch my diaphragm at any minute.

He fucks like a young man; fast and furious, he is in a hurry to crack
his nut. That's fine by me as I am close to shooting off too.  I stroke
my cock with the same wild abandon as he fucks into me. And soon I
can hold out no more. My arse lips spasm as I start to pump my joy
juice onto the polished desk. At the same moment his youthful cries
tell me that he has coated my insides with his cream.

We clean up and put our tackle away. I notice that he does indeed
tuck that long schlong between his legs. I thank him, pick up my
library books and leave.

Wednesday:

Wednesday was a boring day.

Thursday:

The new blonde at work has found his feet. He has also found a girl
friend. I'm disappointed. To console myself  I go out for lunch.
I decide to try a Portuguese restaurant.

The food is good; so good that I decide I'll take my time getting
back to the office. I'm owed some time off anyway. But what
causes me to linger is the waiter. He is the most exotic creature
I have ever seen. The restaurant is not too busy so I am able to
engage him in conversation for a few minutes at a time.

His name is Miguel. He tells me that he is part Chinese, part Indian,
part African on his mother's side while his father was a
South African tourist. He was born and raised in the city of Maputo
in Mozambique before he decided to travel and see the big,
wide world. His skin is the colour of honey, his eyes are as
dark as charcoal and have a slightly oriental look to them.
His hair is thick and dark as is the stubble on his chin. Already,
in the early afternoon, he looks as if he needs another shave.
He has full, sensuous lips that part easily into a huge smile
that reveals perfectly white, perfectly even teeth.

As I look at his handsome face I know what I would like for
dessert. The lunch time crowd starts to thin and he comes
over to chat. I ask him about his life and he tells me a little
more. He has a girlfriend, who is being difficult. He hasn't
had a fuck in days and is as horny as hell, he tells me.
I decide to take a chance. If he says no, I could always just
ask for the bill and leave.

'Have you ever had sex with a man?' I ask him.

'Yeah, a couple of times.' he replies. He stares at me,
suddenly comprehending. 'Why, are you offering?'

'I am indeed.' I reply. 'Is there somewhere we can go.'

'Only the store room.' he replies dubiously.

'That's good enough for me.' I say.

His face cracks into a big grin as he locks the front door and leads
me through the kitchen.

'Where are you going?' the chef asks.

'This is a friend of mine' he replies, pointing to me. 'I have to get
something out of my bag.'

The chef nods. We both burst into laughter as he locks the door
of the store room behind him.

'We have to be quick.' he tells me.

'Don't worry, I'll get you off in no time.' I reply.

I lower his black slacks and pull his thick uncut sausage out
of his underpants. It is a slightly darker brown than his skin
though the head is a delicate pink. I pull back the foreskin and
inhale the rich masculine aroma that emanates. As I gaze at it
his cock it starts to lengthen and thicken further. I marvel at
how the random mixture of genes has produced such an
absolute beauty. His legs are covered in long, thick dark hair.
I run my hands up his strong thighs enjoying the feeling that
the frizzy fuzz produces against my palms.

I open my mouth wide and take the warm hungry cock into my
mouth. I let it rest on my tongue a minute, enjoying the
heaviness and texture of it, before I begin to work on him.
I use lots of spit and work him deeper and deeper into my
mouth. My hands ride up his hairy thighs and across his
surprisingly smooth, muscular butt. He cradles my head and
makes small stabbing thrusts with his hips. He whispers a
few words in Portuguese and I just know that he is telling
me that he is enjoying what I am doing to him.

'Oh, its been so long.' he sighs, changing to English.

I knead the flesh of his butt cheeks, enjoying the weighty feel
of them in my hand. His cock is deep in my throat now and he
is slowly face fucking me. I keep still and let him use me.
His hands holds me steady as I concentrate on breathing through
my nose. We hear footsteps outside the store room. I can
feel his body tense.

'We have to hurry.' he says urgently.

I decide to force him to cum. Without warning I shove my thumb
deep into his arse hole. He shouts out a curse as his ring contracts
around my thumb. His curse soon turns to cries of ecstasy as he
unloads deep within me. I come off his cock, tasting the last of
the man juice he has blasted into my guts. I ease my thumb out
of his hole as gently as I can.

'That was great. Thanks man.' he says as he stuffs himself
back into his pants. I know that I'll have to hold on to this
memory for when I wank off later. He gives me a quick bear
hug and then unlocks the door. Just as he is about to open
it the door opens from the outside.

The chef enters the store room. His eyes show his suspicions.

'What's going on here?' asks the chef.

'Nothing' replies Miguel as we slip past the chef and out of the room.

Friday:

The end of the week at last. I've had a boner all day long from
staring at the big blonde's arse in his too tight slacks. I wish it
was I slipping up his crack, rather than the material of his pants.

After supper I shower and head out to my favourite club. There
I meet my friend Jack. We order beers and catch up with each
other's news. If you had told us that our quick fuck on a rubble
strewn building site would have led to our strong friendship of over
twenty years standing, I would not have believed it. I guess the
secret of our friendship is fluidity. Sometimes we fuck, sometimes
we don't. Sometimes we make love and sometimes we allow
ourselves to just be in love without the physicality.

We take our beers and wonder up to the third floor, away
from the noise of the disco. It is dark and moody here and
people are prowling. But we still have lots to talk about so
we settle in at the small, dimly lit bar.

A  while later I see a face that I feel I ought to know. I rack my
brains trying to work out who it could be. And then he holds out his hand.

'Did you enjoy your meal yesterday?' he asks.

It is the chef from the Portuguese restaurant. He looks different
in his ordinary clothes. I can't take my eyes off of him. His beer
belly protrudes underneath his golf shirt and his faded jeans are
strained tight in the rear, but what a shapely butt he has.
I introduce him to Jack and the sexual tension between the
three of us is almost unbearable.

'So what were you and Miguel up to in the store room?'
the chef asks me, a smile playing across his handsome, strong boned,  face.

'What do you think we were up to?' I reply.

'You didn't!' he cries.

'I certainly did.'

'Damn, I've been trying to get into Miguel's pants for as long as I can remember.'

'Sorry.' I say 'but if it's any consolation I would love to get you
naked and impaled on my cock.'

His face lights up. 'Only if I can have both of you.' he replies.

'Greedy!' Jack tells him.

I put my arm around cookie's strong shoulder and lead him into a dimly
lit corner while Jack follows close behind. If there's one thing Jack
loves it is big, juicy butt. I am certainly in the mood of a bit of that
too. I sit my chef down on a sofa and begin to undress him. Jack
meanwhile covers his face in baby soft kisses. I hear a happy noise
coming from the pair of them. My eyes have adjusted to the
darkness; there is just enough light to see our chubby treat.

Having removed chef's shirt I cup my hands around his fat tits and
tweak his nipples. I soon have two mini erections in my hand as
he squirms about on the sofa. Jack's tongue is down his throat
so he can't speak. I unbutton his pants and lower them to his
ankles. His tree trunk  solid legs are covered in heavy brown fur.
His balls are huge and snuggle close to his body. They are
smooth and hairless and a beautiful pinky nutmeg colour. His
cock is tiny, both thin and short, almost the size of a man's
finger. I peel back his soft foreskin and a pungent aroma
assails my nostrils. But I love it and get down on my knees
and lick this delicate treat. I soon have him clean enough
for Jack to have a lick.

We swap positions and I cup chef's big head in my hands as
I kiss him. He is an excellent kisser and his tongue is soft
and smooth. I feel I could spend all night just kissing him.
I feel for Jack and his head is bobbing about in cookie's lap.
Chef's starts tugging at my shirt and he soon has me bare
chested. Reluctantly I break the kiss and stand to remove
the rest of my clothes. Jack undresses chef completely.

His chest is smooth and there is just a small line of hair
running down from his navel to his big bush. I turn him round
and drink in the site of wild hair growing across his more
than ample butt cheeks. I get down on my knees and part
his cheeks. More fur grows up into the crack of his arse and
almost hides the puckered hole from view. A rich musky
scent lingers there and I inhale deeply before burying my
face deep into his butt.. From the sounds around me Jack
and chef are tongue duelling again. Out of the corner of my
eye I am aware of a small group watching us, but I don't care.

I take a breather and slowly insert a finger into chef. He is
opening up nicely.  Taking a tube of lubricant from my pocket
I get him ready. He feels slack and warm; I probe around
until I feel his prostrate. I rub it gently and this time I hear
his sigh. Jack asks him if he is ready. He clamps down of
my finger. 'Getting there.' he replies. I continue working
him and soon have four fingers inside him.

I judge him ready for Jack's beer can cock. I get up and we
bend chef over the sofa. Jack lubes himself up and I watch
as he inserts his impossibly wide cock head into chef's now
well lubed arse. Chef cries out as the monster enters him;
Jack hold still and allows him to adjust to his thickness.
I stroke chef's back, tweak his nipples, ask him if he okay.

Jack starts driving his club into chef. Chef's cries are
somewhere between pleasure and pain. I worry about him
but soon he has relaxed enough to tame the monster. Little
whimpers of pleasure escape his lips as Jack slams into him.
Chef's big buttcheeks cause a loud slapping sound as Jack
pounds him. Our voyeurs have their cocks in hand now.
I get behind Jack and start lubing him up. He is an
old pro and soon loose enough for me to enter.
The voyeurs go into overdrive as one pops his cork and leaves.

I fuck Jack with slow, steady strokes. I love the sound
rising from deep within his throat. I know each one
intimately. He is in total ecstasy. As I plough in to him
I force his thick cock deep into chef's arse. Chef is in
his own world now, mumbling something I can't decipher.
Jack's arse begins to clamp around my cock, milking me.
I try to hold out but each stroke is agony. I am close,
so close, until at last we all three cum together
and collapse in a heap.


END

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