Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2012 15:59:29 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Breeding at the Fitness Club--Chapter 8.

Breeding at the Fitness Club—Chapter 8

	With mutual words of admiration, our kisses became more passionate.
I rolled atop him and continued kissing.  My hands cupped his face and
kissed more.  His legs rose and he locked his ankles over my back.  My hard
dick slid up and down his deep ass trench.  It felt so good to be this
close to him, but not yet entering him.  My hip motions were slow.  I
didn't need to consummate the sex act quite yet.  Our hard chests rubbed
together as my dick started to leak precum, lubing up his hard ass canyon.
Within moments, he couldn't take the teasing that my hard dick was giving
him as I slipped and slid over his hungry pucker.  His right hand grasped
my dick and aimed me at his back door.  My big dickhead opened his back
door and parted his ass lips.  His love tunnel beckoned me deeper.  I
intended to go slowly, but Marcus had both hands on my hips now.  There was
little point in resisting the pressure he applied to force me deeper.

	Our intense moaning showed how much we enjoyed our joining.  His
hands remained on my ass as I slowly pumped in and out in long, deep
strokes.  Marcus wasn't using his ass muscles like he usually did to make
me nutt in his ass.  Instead, his hands on my ass pulled me hard against
his upturned butt and served to get me far too close to my climax.  The
passion of our kissing made me grind my pubes into his tender asshole.  My
need to breed was rapidly overtaking my desire to hold back and make love
to him for several minutes.  My pace slowed again, but, Marcus was having
none of that.  He worked at pulling me hard into him at a more rapid tempo
than I could withstand.

	"I'm gonna nutt if you don't stop that, Marcus," I warned in a
hoarse croak.

	"I want you to breed me, Mike," he insisted.  "I want all your
baby-making sauce as deep in my ass as you can shoot it.  The deeper you
go, the more baby gravy I'll keep inside me.  There will be more
opportunity for us to make babies if you do that," he smiled and kissed me
again.

	With a final lunge into him, my hard, throbbing dick jerked and
sprayed a massive load into him.  My heavy nuts were no longer slapping
against his tailbone, but were drawn up tight against the base of my firing
dick.  I pumped and slammed into his ass with each climax wave.  Gallons of
my cream jetted deeply into his hungry hole.  Even after my climax waned, I
couldn't stop fucking him, nor could he stop pulling me into his well-bred
ass.

	"Keep fucking me, Mike!" he yelled.  "I want all that nutt in my
butt.  Don't even think about pulling out.  I want it ALL!  Ah, FUCK!" he
bellowed, spraying both of us with his nutt as I filled his ass with mine.
I matched him stream for stream of creamy sperm.  The only difference was
his load coated both of us; mine spray-painted his love tunnel sides.

	He needn't tell me that, I thought.  I was pumping as much sperm
into him as I had.  And I was making sure it was going deep and staying
deep.  The more I fucked, the better it felt.  We broke our passionate kiss
as my climax finally ended, and I smiled down at him.  "That what you have
in mind, Baby?" I asked.

	Marcus caught his breath before he replied, "Oh, yeah," he sighed,
but he was still not letting me pull out of his well-fucked ass.  "That
made a baby boy for sure."

	"As much cum as I pumped into you, we'll be having a litter of
boys," I laughed.

	"If only that were true," Marcus replied, pulling my face down for
another kiss.  "We'd have the best looking babies in the world, with huge
dicks, pumping out massive loads.  And they'd have hot bodies and hungry
manholes."

	"They'll probably start having sex with each other well before they
are old enough.  All that incest can't be good for their little psyches," I
surmised.

	"We'll worry about that later.  Right now, I want to keep enjoying
what we have with your big dick in my ass and my butt full of cum," Marcus
smiled.  "I do wonder if our babies will be like us, though: oversexed and
in constant need of breeding."

	"That would be way too much like us.  Besides, I don't think their
little libidos would care about that sort of thing until their hormones
start raging," I postulated.

	Marcus laughed at me.  "Here we are going on and on about our
babies, and there is no chance it will ever happen."  He paused for a
moment in thought.  "But, I do want to keep trying," he leered.

	"Are you sure we can't have babies?  Perhaps, the problem is you,
not me.  And we'll need to have you fuck me more to be sure."

	"That is possible, but I'm not giving up one chance to fuck that
pretty ass of yours," Marcus said.  "And, uh, I'm sorry about spraying my
load all over both of us.  It was intended for your ass, but you fucked it
out of me."

	"It won't go to waste, I assure you," I countered as I pulled
slowly from his ass and started to lick his load from his chest and abs.
He turned beneath me and started licking cum from my chest and abs, too.
Only moments later, I was sucking some of my cream from his ass while he
cleaned cum from my dick.

	After our tongue bath, we lay next to one another.  "I think you
didn't finish your college story," Marcus prompted me.

	"Oh, I guess I didn't.  Well, Al and I fucked a couple more times
that first night.  The next morning, we hit the showers and were about to
fuck in there again when someone came in.  We didn't do a very good job of
hiding our hard dicks (not that we were really trying) and this new guy was
all over us from the start.  He played with both of us until he turned his
ass toward me and started sucking on Al's dick.  With all that foreplay, I
was about ready to burst, so I wasn't very long in his ass.  And this guy
wasn't used to my size, so it did take a couple minutes to get all the way
inside him.  But, he was so tight; I had no choice about when I'd nutt.  It
was all over in another minute.  He pulled away from me and wanted Al to
load his ass up, too.  He said that he chose me first because he didn't
think he could take Al's super-thick dick first.  He needed me to loosen
him up.  At that point, I didn't need the explanation.  I'd already bred
him.

	"So, I finished my shower and walked back to our room, allowing Al
and our new friend to get better acquainted.  The door next to our room was
open.  I glanced inside and I saw a guy on all fours with his ass aimed at
the open door.  I knew what that meant.  So, I asked him if he needed any
help.  He told me he didn't feel like he'd been fucked enough by his
roommate, so he suggested I might be able to assist him, especially after I
pulled my towel away and he saw how big I am.  I wasn't fully hard, but a
naked ass with cum dripping from it always gets me hard.

	"The first thing I had to do was eat his ass out.  All that cum
couldn't just drip away.  It needed to be stuffed back inside or I had to
eat it.  Well, you know what an ass pig I am, so I spent a couple minutes
eating his ass out.  By then, I was fully hard again and ready to pump his
ass and fill him up with my baby gravy.  It did take longer than the guy in
the shower, but this guy did get what he wanted and I got to fuck another
of the guys on the `fairy floor'.  As it turned out, of the 40 guys on this
floor, all of them were gay to one degree or another.  And of that number
only six were holding out for their boyfriends at home.  But, after
Thanksgiving when everyone went home for the holiday, even they started
playing around.  Their boyfriends at home had been fucking around on them,
so about half of those six dumped the boyfriend and the other half came to
an agreement about fucking around with other men when they were apart."

	"Very civilized of them," Marcus observed.  "So, the rest of the
year was spent going door to door, trying to breed as many men as you
could?"

	"I wasn't alone in that, and I didn't breed all of them.  But, what
was so odd was that Al and I almost never invited someone back to our room
to fuck.  It was nearly always in the other guy's room that we did the
deed.  And there was one guy that got me really hot for black men.  He was
a dancer with an incredibly nimble body with muscles in all the right
places.  His ass was an amazingly hard bubble butt that you could bounce a
quarter off and get change.  He loved to get fucked and bred, but you
couldn't talk him into fucking you, even though he had one of the biggest
dicks on the floor.  It had to be at least nine inches of thick, dark meat,
but if you tried to sit on his dick, it would wilt.  Whenever you fucked
him, though, his dick was hard as steel.  So, Al and I figured out that if
one of us fucked him, the other one could get under this guy and get fucked
and bred.  We did that several times.  This guy would always be the meat in
our fuck sandwich.  A few other guys figured it out too, but what he really
wanted was to get fucked and bred.

	"And there was another guy who loved to eat out ass that had just
been fucked.  He was easily the champion felcher on the floor.  That's not
to say that he wasn't a great ass rimmer, because he was the best I'd ever
had eat my ass out as of that time.  Usually when someone was having sex
with another guy, they'd close the door.  But, if they wanted to invite
someone else to join them, they'd leave the door open and you could watch
or participate.  I fucked a lot of guys in the hallway just watching, but I
also nailed some sweet ass in some three-ways and four-ways.  Weekends were
always the most fun, because we tried to study for our classes during the
week.  But, there were always sexual trysts going on most of the week.  We
just weren't as open or blatant about it."

	"So, what happened after that first year?  Did you stay in the
dorms or did you move off campus?" Marcus wondered.

	"I stayed in the dorms.  Off campus you never knew when you'd get
some hot sex going and there was the additional time wasted with food
preparation.  In the dorms, the cafeteria fed you, you got your sheets
washed weekly (which was desperately needed), and you were closer to where
your classes were held.  All that great sex in the dorms is probably the
reason that I love sex so much and that I can fuck and cum so many times
during each day.  And each year, there was a new crop of men who wanted to
be around other gay men.  It was a great arrangement.  I'd say about 20%
were returnees each year."

	"Damn!  I wish we'd had a dorm like that.  But, because I was
playing football, there was no way they'd allow any of the single guys to
live anywhere but in the jock dorms," Marcus sighed.  "You have more of the
same in your subsequent years with free sex everywhere?"

	"Yeah, it was pretty much the same each year.  There were new
characters, of course.  We had some guys who were more fem, some more
butch, and some just trying to figure out what they were.  However, I
remember reading a study that said that the ratio of tops to bottoms was
about 1 in 10.  My experience at the dorm was about in line with that.
But, I think that isn't taking into consideration all the guys where were
versatile and didn't care which role they played as long as they got their
nutt.  As always, there were guys with big dicks who were very popular with
the men who wanted to get fucked.  Nearly all of those guys loved getting
fucked, too.  So, I did my best to help them out."

	"I'll just bet you did," Marcus laughed.  "Did you get fucked very
often?"

	"During the first year with Al as my roommate, I got fucked more
than any of the other years.  However, it wasn't like Al was banging my ass
every night.  He'd usually have someone that he was pounding regularly and
liked to fuck me about every week to ten days.  It was far more likely that
I'd fuck him.  I was getting a lot of ass to fuck because I'm pretty big in
the dick department, but as I've said, the need to breed increased as I
fucked more.  Nearly every time I took a shower, someone would be there or
would come in while I was there and want a breeding session.  After a
while, I liked the idea, so I'd shower in the morning before classes and
again in the evening before I went to bed.  Al liked it when I was freshly
showered, because he loved to eat my ass and then fucked me and eat me out
again.  I was always ready for him with a clean ass whenever he needed it."

	"So, what about subsequent years?" Marcus pressed.

	"Remember the dancer, the black guy I was talking about?"  Marcus
nodded and smiled.  "He was one of the guys who stayed in the dorms from
one year to the next.  He loved dick.  We fucked a lot.  I loved his bubble
butt and he loved my big dick and big loads.  The only problem was his
inability to fuck unless he was fucked.  So, we never were more than
friends.  We were never roommates, either, although the chance to have a
sweet ass to fuck all the time would have been a good thing.  We just
didn't have anything in common besides fucking.  Even so, I fucked and bred
him about every other day.

       "He was getting bred every day after one of his classes.  Three days
a week, he had a married instructor who boned and bred him.  That started
with the first semester and carried right through until he graduated.  On
other days, there was always a fellow student who'd want to fuck that
perfect ass.  He told me that on many days, he would get fucked two or
three times.  And that didn't count the weekends in the dorm when he got
fucked at least half a dozen times per day.  Of course, I was one of those
guys, but I didn't restrict myself to just weekends.  Additionally, about
once a week, I'd find someone who wanted to fuck him and I'd ride his big,
black dick.  It was that perfect ass that always made me want to fuck with
him.  He had a slender, dancer's ass, but you have a big, beefy, muscle ass
which is SO much better, Marcus.  Besides, you can fuck without having a
dick in your ass AND, more importantly, you cum like a stallion!"

	"Nice to know that I compare well," Marcus laughed.  "But, you
never found anyone that you really clicked with?"

	I had to think about that for a minute.  "I guess not.  I did enjoy
some great sex with many men during my four years of college, but there was
never anyone who completed me.  Perhaps, it was because so much sex from so
many men was readily available that I didn't have to put in any effort to
find a sexual partner and deal with him on more than a sexual basis.
Except for Francis (the dancer), I would fuck some guy for a couple of
weeks on a daily basis and then move on.  That's not to say I didn't return
to my two-week tryst once in a while, but I was on to greener pastures.
Francis was the exception.  That ass of his was so incredible.  There was
something about that contrast between my white dick and his incredible
black bubble ass.  Any time I wanted to eat his ass out, he always had a
load in it already.  I think that's one of the reasons I liked being with
him.  And he took me so easily and loved how I fucked him.  I just wish he
could get over that wilting dick thing when I needed him to fuck me with
that big dick of his."

	"That's never been our issue, has it?  I like how you fuck me.
You're the best I've ever had," Marcus added with a kiss.  "And I've never
found anyone else who can nutt as much as you do."

	"Back at ya, Marcus.  You're amazing that way, too."

	"Did you ever find someone at the gym in the showers that you
wanted to bring back to the dorm?"

	"Many times, but they were such closet cases that they wouldn't go
back with me.  They knew what the `fairy floor' was and didn't want to be
seen going there.  So, we'd go back to his place or find a quiet place at
the gym to fuck or suck."

	"Perhaps, a place such as one with the sauna or steam room, like
your fitness club?"

	"That's where I got the idea, not that I hadn't experienced it many
times after I graduated from college.  I was a trainer for several years
before I opened my own place.  That was very good experience to know what
layout and features would attract the right kind of clientele."

	"So, you left college without a boyfriend, but a lot of
experience?"

	"Yep.  I sure did learn what I liked and didn't like in my men.  It
isn't that I got narrow-minded, it was about how they looked, how they
smelled, how clean they were, and other smaller things that seemed
inconsequential, but were show stoppers."

	"Such as?"

	"He couldn't be a smoker, couldn't be a guy who drank too much, and
definitely not a guy into drugs.  I fucked around with some impressive body
builders when I was a trainer, but the ones on steroids had personality
issues caused by the drug that I wasn't willing to put up with," I
revealed.

	"I can sure relate to that," Marcus agreed.  "There was a really
hot guy with a great body who wasn't nuts about too much bulk.  Man, how he
loved to get fucked.  And he always wanted it bareback, like the ancient
Greeks thought that getting a load up the ass made him manlier.  But, he
was hanging around with the wrong body builders and they got him into
steroids.  Within a couple of months, we weren't fucking anymore.  He
wasn't a full-time boyfriend anyway.  But, I did miss our times together.
Bottom line was I wasn't willing to put up with his shit when he was on the
steroids."

	"They do fuck up guys who could otherwise be husband material.
It's a damned shame.  So, what did you do the rest of your college years,
Marcus?" I asked.

	"Oh, I went through a series of roommates, none of whom did
anything for me, mainly because they didn't play on our side of the
street," Marcus smiled.  "I'd find some guys at the bars or when I went to
the adult book stores.  I nutted with them, but it was completely
unsatisfying after we parted.  It wasn't until I met Keith on the pro team
that I figured out I could be a happy, gay man getting some hot sex from a
guy I really liked being with.  I finally saw that being a gay man was a
good thing."

	"What about when you were working out at the college gym or weight
rooms?" I asked.

	"You're right. I'd forgotten about them," Marcus said.  "There was
a lot going on there.  But, you have to remember, Mike.  I'm a big, tall,
scary black man.  A lot of guys are badly intimidated by that combination."

	"I'm not," I offered.  "I find those very appealing."

	"You're the exception, not the rule.  And to make matters worse, if
I did find someone who wanted to play, my dick would scare them away,
because I made it clear that I wanted more than a hand-job.  So, that left
me with few playmate prospects.  And then you add to that you couldn't find
a good place to get it on.  I couldn't take them back to the jock dorm and
they weren't about to take this scary black guy back to their place, so I
had few guy who'd let me fuck them.  There were a few, though.  And they
did make it worth continuing to pursue men.  There were always places
somewhere nearby that were deserted and allowed me to fuck some guy or at
least get a blowjob.  It was my time with Keith that got me to enjoy real
sex with a real man who wanted it all the time.  That's how I got to where
I could fuck again after only a few minutes rest and produce another big
load."

	"And I'm eternally grateful," I laughed.  "I've never found anyone
who had the stamina and quantity of cum that you do.  I was beginning to
think I was the only one.  I have had a few short-term relationships that
started out really hot with sex every hour, but they always fell apart
after a few days.  No one seemed to be able to keep up with me.  You are
the incredible exception.  You tick all the boxes for a man who has it all
by my definitions."

	"What are those definitions?" Marcus wondered.

	"Well, the guy has to be tall, nicely muscled (but not too much),
he has to have a hot ass, he has to like to get fucked and rimmed.  He
should have a big dick, but it doesn't have to be huge (which makes you
definitely over-qualified) and he's gotta know how to use it.  It's a major
plus if he likes to felch or get felched.  He has to be a good kisser.  And
he has to be all those things I mentioned earlier about smoking, drug
abuse, alcohol abuse, employment, etc.  And if I'm going to make a
commitment of any kind other than just fuck buddies, he has to be HIV
negative.  I know that's not politically correct, but I love to bareback
too much to put myself in that kind of jeopardy long-term.  What about your
definitions?"

	"All the same as yours.  I noticed that you didn't include men of
color," Marcus grinned.

	"Oh, yeah!  That's a BIG plus to me," I admitted.  "I wouldn't
cross some guy off my list because he wasn't black, but I know I'd always
be looking for a guy who met all my other criteria and was black, too.  I
guess that makes me a racist in a certain way."

	"Not in my opinion, it doesn't.  To me, it just means you know what
you like.  You already said you wouldn't cross a guy off your list because
he wasn't black," he pointed out.  "I've made the mistake of not holding to
my list of things that would disqualify a guy for a relationship.  It
didn't work out.  I thought he'd change or I'd change him.  The sex was
always really good, but the character flaws finally drove me away and the
relationships ended.  Of course, I've ignored a good part of my
qualifications list for a good fuck, but I've always regretted it if I did
that when I was going for a relationship.  No matter how good the sex is,
you can't fix the flaws."

	"You ever been dumped because you demanded too much sex?" I asked.

	"Probably," he replied.  "I do know that a couple guys ended a
promising relationship because I wanted to fuck them a lot more than they
wanted it, and I wanted to go bareback eventually.  They didn't have enough
trust in me that I wouldn't be fucking around and not pick up a bug."

	"I think I'd be more concerned about a committed bottom doing
that," I suggested.  "But, if there isn't trust, there's no way you can
ever go bareback."

	"When I moved to Portland and Keith found a new boyfriend, I
decided I needed one of those, too.  So, I started hitting the gay bars.  I
always picked up some guy, but it never worked out for more than a roll in
the hay.  Most of the time, I didn't even get a good fuck out of it.  I was
too big for them.  Eventually, I put my energies into the gym and found
more opportunities for some man-on-man action.  But, I was running into the
same problem about my dick size.  There were a few true bottoms who loved a
big dick in their holes, but they weren't very appealing in other ways.
So, I'd switch gyms looking for one that was more to my liking.  Your
fitness club exactly fits what I'm looking for.  And I hit a home run the
first time."

	"That's all part of the personal service I was talking about
earlier," I leered.  "In all of the gyms, you never found someone who even
came close?"

	"Well, there's this one guy," Marcus sighed, "who really turned my
head: great looking, wonderful body, big dick, sweet ass, gainfully
employed and very capable in bed.  When I first saw him, I thought he was
pretty hot, but I wasn't sure if he played on the correct team.  He came on
to me subtly, but I could read the signals.  After only two days, I was
hooked.  I couldn't believe what a catch this guy is.  I was in lust like
never before.  I was getting clear body language from him in those first
days that made me think he could be the one."

	"So, what happened?" I asked.

	"I don't know yet," he smiled and patted my ass.

	I laughed at him.  "You're talking about us, aren't you?"  He
nodded with an even bigger smile.  "Well, I share your feelings about this.
I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me; but our
relationship is so new, I don't know if this is the real deal or just a
two-week flash-in-the-pan."

	"I thought I should put it out there, just to see where you were
about us," Marcus said.  "I'm not about to put any pressure on us or try to
define what our relationship is now.  I wouldn't want you to do that to me,
either.  But, I sure like where we're headed."

	"I like it, too," I agreed.  "The sex is the best I've ever had.
And that's about more than the frequency of it, which I've loved.  This is
full sex, not one sided or one dimensional.  You hit all my want or gotta
have buttons.  Getting a premier felcher in the bargain makes all the rest
of the sex just that much better.  I always thought I was a top, because I
have such a big dick.  I knew I had some bottom tendencies, but you've
proved to me that a half and half arrangement for top and bottom duties is
what I'm really all about."

	"Well, I never thought I'd bottom as much as you get me to do,"
Marcus revealed.  "I've never found another man who was so good at it and
could deliver such a monstrous load.  I look forward to each time you fuck
me, because I know how much nutt you'll be delivering.  Even when I was
getting fucked occasionally by James in high school, it wasn't anything
like this.  His dick wasn't big enough, nor was his loads.  And he wasn't
all that good at it, anyway."

	"What about Keith?"

	"He was really a bottom who'd fuck me once in a great while.
Again, he didn't do it very well and his dick wasn't that big.  I guess I'm
just a size queen," Marcus laughed.

	"All gay men are size queens," I pointed out.  "Some of them just
won't admit it.  And I like your size.  You're big just the way I like it:
long and thick."  I stroked his expanding dick lightly, making it jerk and
expand in my hand.  "I think you need to show me how much of a size queen I
am.  Push this big thing up my ass and breed me with this monster."

	"Get on your hands and knees and let me get the field ready for a
good plowing," he directed.

	Quickly, I moved into position and wiggled my ass at him.  He knelt
on the floor and instantly pressed his face between my ass cheeks.  I felt
his tongue work on my rosebud, forcing my ass lips to part and I welcomed
him inside.  I moaned at the pleasure that simple act gave me.  His hands
spread my ass cheeks and burrowed his tongue deeper.  This was getting
better and better.  And I was shamelessly begging him to fuck me.  I loved
his tongue up my butt, but I needed something longer and thicker.

	He ignored my pleas, and buried his face more resolutely between my
cheeks.  I begged again for some dick action, but that was greeted with
more slurping and eating on my hole.  "You gotta fuck me," I cried in
frustration.  "I gotta be bred!"

	"In due time," was all he said back, and went right back to eating
out my ass.  "There's still some cum in there that I need to eat out."

	Finally, after at least five minutes of getting my ass totally
eaten and soaked with spit, he rose and stood behind me.  When I felt the
thick dickhead press against my hungry hole, I pushed back into him,
impaling myself.  "Fuck!  You're huge!" I moaned.  "I forgot how big you
are, Marcus, and I love it!" I added, pushing his dick deeper into me until
his monster horse dick was completely buried.

	"Careful!" he cautioned in a strangled cry.  I felt his big dick
jerk hard inside me and then again.  But, it wasn't followed by any more
jerks or deep thrust.  He had avoided his climax, but not a couple of huge
blasts of cum into me.  Many times, I had held off a climax, but pumped out
a couple of big squirts of nutt.  So, Marcus must have just experienced the
same thing.  He held me tightly against his wiry pubes, not daring to move
or his climax would rampage over him.  After another few seconds, he
relaxed and said, "That was close.  I almost nutted."

	"I think you did, but just didn't climax."

	"Really?"

	"Yeah, haven't you done that before?" I asked.

	"Yeah, but I never knew I did it when I was fucking ass.  I've only
done that when I was jacking myself off.  In fact, I've edged myself
several times before I pumped out a big load.  At the end of it, I was
coated in nutt gravy," he said resuming a slow fuck.

	"How many times have you pumped some juice, trying to hold off a
climax, yet produced a couple sprays of nutt with each hold out?" I
wondered as my hands grasped his ass and pulled him hard and faster into
me.

	"I think the best I ever did was three times before my climax
overwhelmed me and I couldn't stop."

	"The more cream you pump into me, the happier I'll be.  So, try to
keep from cumming in me, but edge some sprays into me," I suggested.  "I
promise not to work my ass muscles and make you climax."

	He leaned over my back and kissed the back of my neck.  "I'll sure
try," he smiled.  "But, I promise nothing other than a big load up your
ass."  Marcus kept his pace slow, giving me long, deep strokes with his big
dick, making it jerk occasionally.  About a minute later, I felt him tense
and hold me tightly.  Once more, his dick jerked hard and pumped cum into
me.  I could feel the jet of his cream hit my ass walls.  A few seconds
later, he resumed fucking, but I could tell from how well my ass was
lubricated that he had pumped in a big wad of juice.  Again, he did his
slow and deep long-dicking, trying to make the fuck last as long as
possible.  He was successful in delaying his climax one more time, with two
big jerks and squirts of more cum.

	"I admire your ability to control your climax," I smiled over my
shoulder.  "I know I couldn't do it."

	"I doubt that I can hold back again, but I'll sure try.  This is
really hot to do this.  I can feel my dick jerk and I know I'm spraying
nutt into you, but I'm able to hold back my climax.  I wanna cum so bad,
but I know I'll deliver more cum into you if I don't.  And I know that when
I do cum, this is gonna be a huge, nearly debilitating climax."

	"As long as my ass gets all your nutt, you can do whatever it
takes," I assured him.

	He tried to give me another breeding without climax and he almost
succeeded.  I felt his big dick jerk hard inside me.  He held his breath
and held me tightly against his crotch.  His dick jerked again as more cum
jetted up my ass.  "Ah, FUCK!" he bellowed.  He withdrew slightly and
slammed hard against my ass.  Quick, hard jerks of his dick and staccato
pumps of his hips confirmed that his climax was not to be denied.  "SHIT!"
he shouted repeatedly as each new wave of climax pounded through his body
and overwhelmed his control.  He flopped on my back, but his hips continued
their breeding thrusts.  I was so full of his cream that I no longer felt
the jerks and jets that delivered more man juices into me.  His hips
continued pounding me, but I didn't care.  I wanted all his nutt inside me,
and if that gave me the last few dribbles with more fucking action, I was
up for it.

	When Marcus recovered control, he pulled slowly out of my ass.  He
went to his knees and eagerly began to eat my ass out again.  "Fuck, that
feels good," I sighed.  "Getting bred by you is the best, but getting
felched after a huge load is nearly as good.  You can stop eating my hole
out in a couple of hours," I smiled over my shoulder.

	"You may need to sit on my face for the last hour," Marcus laughed.
"But, first, I believe you owe me a fuck," he said as he reached between my
legs and stroked my hard dick.  "A dick this big needs to nutt, and I have
the perfect place for that cream to go.  I promise you won't need any
towels to clean up."

	"Are you suggesting that I would want to felch your ass after I
fuck you and cum inside your beautiful, black bubble butt?"

	"I don't believe that was a suggestion."  And it wasn't.  It wasn't
a directive, either.  It was what I wanted to do and soon.  My nuts were
boiling from the hot action of having his big dick in me and all that cum
he'd shot up my hole.  Marcus swapped places with me quickly.  I didn't
take nearly as much times as he had to eat his ass out.  I needed to breed!
My dick slipped into him easily.  It bottomed out in two strokes.  I told
him not to work his ass muscles or I'd nutt too soon.  He obliged, but it
didn't really matter.  I was able to edge my climax once, but that was all.
On the second attempt, my dick jerked and then jerked again.  I thought I'd
held back, but when my dick jerked really hard a third time, I knew there
was no hope in holding back any longer.  With a strangled cry, I pounded
his ass and bred him deeply.  I knew I had at least six good sprays of nutt
into him before my climax began to wane.

	Mutual breeding is so much fun.