Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 10:04:30 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Besotted with Phil

Besotted with Phil Copyright Alex Carr 2010


"Are we meeting tonight, Phil?"

"What you mean, Pete is are we fucking tonight!"

"Well -put that way yes - so?

"Pick you up after work, usual place, Pete, we can have a meal out and a
glass and then back to my place?"

"That's fine" I said.

"You must surely  have r -e- a -d my mi- nd" Phil continued, his  signal
bad then, trying to catch his words: "I really want you tonight!"

I settled to my writing spree for the rest of the day and looked forward to
 being with Phil again, he'd been away with his work and I had badly missed
 him`

In fact images are going through my mind as I write, you see Phil has that
special way about how he makes it with me and I have truly never met
anybody who  could satisfy me the way he does, I can almost taste him now, that
certain  earthy pungency with a slight sea salt flavour - and I love it when
we do it to  each other at the same time, there is never any pressure in
thinking am I doing  as well as he, feeling the measure of his mouth take my
cock fully, me content  to gently stretch his foreskin back tight as I gently
wank him and taste the  sweet sourness of his pee-hole, so ardent and so
wonderful, the way he jerks it  in my mouth without even touching it, his beat
is strong and already I can feel  his beefy throbbing fuck inside me. OMG!
Phil is heaven on earth.

True to his word Phil picked me up at Foley's lodge where we always meet
and as soon ,after I had clambered into his Jaguar beside him I felt the
sheer  excitement of just being there with him enthral me completely. I nudged
his arm  and was glad to open my thighs for him as I felt his first touch of
me for ages.  He turned off the motor for a while seeing it was all quiet
and concentrated,  demonstrating so sublimely that he had missed me too, I
felt his finger release  my zip, open my jeans just enough to get his hand
inside my pants, then the  squeeze which always made me feel so right with Phil,
the way he prompted me to  raise my butt but just enough for his fingers to
tease my anus, it was lovely  but seeing someone approaching he started his
engine and suggested I should  leave my jeans open so he could feel me on
the way to the restaurant.

It was so nice, enjoying his touch of me - we had to stop occasionally at a
 traffic light or whatever, quite funny at one point too because unbeknown
to me  and Phil at first - a cyclist was eyeballing us through the passenger
window, I  felt someone was watching, turned and saw him, his expression
saying it all, he  turned away immediately he'd obviously observed  I'd
noticed him but I  could see he was having trouble with his saddle - which
probably meant he had a  good old hard on. That made me feel good too, the fact
that another guy could  get turned on watching Phil massage my cock Driving me
mad circling my plum with  his wet finger.

Phil laughed too saying he hoped the guy enjoyed his cheap thrill. "I tell
you what, your cock is stunning today, you been on Viagra or something?"

"Not Viagra, Phil just looking at those DVD's we shot before you went
away,  they have kept me in tune and well wanked."

"Nice"

We had just left the camcorder placed carefully on the side cupboard and
forgot about it. It was really riveting to see us together like that, and you
 learn things about yourself too you'd hardly notice when you are actually
doing  it. My concentration so deep and enthralling the way I sucked him and
moved to  let his length slip easily up me. And the sounds of fucking you
never notice  quite the same when you are at it, all very stimulating and the
shots, played  over and over again each night before I went to bed
certainly set me alight  making  the climax always so very strong and good.

We had a good meal and all the time it was all I could do to keep cool,
wanting to save all for later, but Phil was a real sod, his hand creeping
beneath the table as I was  trying to eat my spaghetti bolognaise, he loved  to
do that, like he was a naughty school boy, taking risks when lots of people
 were around, I whispered to him that he was in for a tanning later for
being so  mischievous  Of course he said "yes please!" so I had this vision of
 strapping him with my belt, which he liked spread across my knees, his
trousers  and boxer shorts rolled down to his knees.

And I loved that, our speciality, well one of them, hearing the swish of
the belt as it spun down on his hind, hearing his yelp as I made it ten
strokes  and one for luck. By the end of it he was tingling but his fuck up my
ass was  like a mad animal, he said nothing ever turns him on so much as a
real firm  spanking and it was something which at first was reluctant to do,
but with  Phil's persuasion I gradually got into it as I did the first time I
sucked and  swallowed. Now it is all part and parcel of our relationship and
I wouldn't want  it any other way.

Phil was a lovely guy, it never seemed seedy at all when I  was with  him,
like when we reached his place and he'd garaged his car, me knowing he'd
want me to stay for the night -felt so privileged too.

 First things first, we'd eaten, peed and stripped down to our boxer
shorts, but soon it was off with them too after some brief fondling , and into
the walk- in shower - both of us.

Generally we both liked it clean and yet sometimes Phil had a stir to take
me after a hectic jogging work out which was a thrill to behold.

Tonight he wanted me squeaky clean he said although I knew it wouldn't be
so long before we'd both be soiled again and returning to the shower

There was never any inhibitions with Phil, he was there spreading himself
over my lap, handing me his belt me perched on the bathroom stool, his ass
round  and expecting, waiting for it, I smoothed may right palm aver his ripe
cheeks  and felt him quiver, starting to slap him gently first, watching
him sway his  hips so his ass juggled, very tempting that and down came the
first swish  contacting with a loud snap as he yelled "don't stop." then the
games we play,  me telling him it was his own fault he was getting the
punishment, he'd been  such a very naughty boy.

Come the tenth and the one for luck I could see his ass was burning, he
jumped up rubbing each cheek systematically and warning me that now I was
going  to get it really hard

I was ready for him, oiled and rimmed, he had seen to that and not messing,
 his cock thoroughly sucked and massaged primed and ready for the big fuck,

He always boasted this time it would be the `Mother of fucks' as he
planted  it into me and oh! Was it good, the sensation of hard cock stretching
inside  with no mercy as he thrust it into me like a steam pin, in and out,
right out  sometimes and then finding my hole again for another so very deep
and complete  plunge like it was going to come out the other side.

I vouch I have never ever been so full of cock as I am with Phil, his eight
 inches of sheer unadulterated splendour gives me something I can never
forget,  and even afterwards, we are both spent. When the post- fuck  feeling,
touching, soaking and sucking is complete it still feel like his length is
inside me, a wonderful soothing and gratifying feeling, like we belong to
each  other and I know forever I want to be all ass for him, all everything
for him,  the way he wants me, I would do absolutely anything for him, that's
how  I  am just completely  besotted by this guy!

And still we had the night to go .......