Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 06:01:40 -0500 (EST)
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Coaxing Joe

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Coaxing Joe

I really couldn't tell if Joe was going take me or not. He had the look
about him, that he wanted a fuck, but sometimes that could be deceiving. All I
 knew is that seeing him again I was raving for it remembering how it was
the  last time we met.

He didn't make any moves or suggestions  though when he popped by  having
made all his deliveries in the Iceland home delivery van,

I felt that he could make a real good delivery with me and I was so randy
for it, but I had come to know that Joe  wasn't always quite in the mood
after a hard days work , especially if he had some hassle with one of his
customers,  so I trod softly in the aim that maybe I could entice him just  a
little to get him interested in what I had in mind. - and that was more than
the coffee and cream cake I had just served him with.

There was me; eyes focussed on that magnificent lunch box of his with
everything I ever wanted hidden there beneath his very becoming chino's - like
it was trapped there between his thighs, although it did give me a thrill
when  he sort of parted them now and again and I got a better view of that
pile  between which looked to me as though it was just itching to come out. Or
was  that just my wishful thinking. I knew how it felt, knew how it looked
and  tasted, but that is not like having it now, not like feeling its firm
length  slip up in-between my crack and giving me the most wonderful
vibrations that  only Joe's hard throbbing cock could give me,  deep laden inside my
ass  as his balls slap against ,my ass cheeks, thrusting and thrusting his
whole strength into me.

Wow! my imaginings were running away with me, surely he could see how I
felt, I could not have hidden my feelings when he was around, all I wanted is
for him to grab me and fuck the life out of me across the kitchen table
like  last time, after he had enjoyed a full well-done steak and chips. that
really  worked for him and for me and that night I was still feeling him
inside me after  he'd gone, it was so good and wonderful.

Mind you Joe could be quite cruel at times, it was just a part of him I'd
come to know. Sometimes it was all right  for him to do things with me and
I had grown to enjoy the occasional spanking whether it be in tight jeans or
 bare assed, I hated the way he wanked me off once with a plastic milk
bottle  which hurt me some, but his playing with a hand help vacuum cleaner did
things  for me and especially the very prolonged sucking afterwards.

He'd experimented a lot too which was all fine up to a point, I enjoyed the
 various anal vibrators but not so much the hard carrot which he pushed up
me,  not to mention a large bulbous screwdriver handle, that did hurt some.
The  things Joe did to me - and still does are always exciting though and if
he  hurts  me, he pampers me with lots of special treatment afterwards,
like  massaging cream up my ass - that's nice, I can just stay there, depending
how he  wants me, and  thoroughly enjoy the treatment, and the licking and
sucking  too, he loves ass and makes sure he well gets his fill with me, and
I do so  enjoy being all ass for him, I always want to perk it up for his
pleasure as  high as I can so he can well get into it and I feel my hole
massaging into his  face, his tongue doing all sorts of lovely things to me, and
the ass-hole  licking he loves to do, the suck of my cock is good too after
he licks my balls  - magic, it is all simply magic and now I have just got
to have his ripe stiff  prick inside me.

I looked at him  just as provocatively as I could, waved my hips  turned a
little to give him a showing of my ass. Joe coughed and I heard that
certain murmur he makes when his interest arouses, but I was hoping other things
were arousing but I felt confident enough that he was starting to feel like
it  so I pushed my right hand into his crotch and squeezed a little, just to
give  him some encouragement.

I knew the signs well enough to realise he wanted me to go further, so I
turned, released his belt and downed his jeans, revealing his very masculine
thighs and what I could then see was a rising beneath his red striped  brie
fs.

Standing he bent backwards thrusting his midriff outwards for my pleasure,
he always did that and liked me to kneel before him, sniff and suckle him
awhile  until he was ready to fuck me. I just loved to down his briefs to his
knees and  see it pop out, standing there to attention before me, awaiting
my pleasure,  hard and stiff and very virile, I loved to feel its warmth and
stiffness and its  flexibility feeling it was made to slide into my ass.

It smelt and taste lovely, I do so love the taste of cock, especially  Joe'
s, it has a sort of sea salt flavour about is and smelt like shell fish
which I always enjoyed.

I simply place my outstretched hands against the front of his thighs and
went to it, not handing it now, just letting my mouth and tongue  do the
work, which was divine, - al slowly sucked him nice and deep as I felt his
thrust into my throat, his hands cupping the back of my head gently pushing and
 releasing as I sucked, enjoying the feel of that wonderful bulbous knob
and the  sensuous  p-hole imaging the feel of it yet to come inside my aching
hole  down under.

I tasted his pre-cum not long into the suck and knew by his motions he
wanted me over his lap for a sound spanking, I sort of ached for the feel of
his  hand pumping up my ass cheeks and knew that afterward, the sting would
dissolve  into ecstasy, the feel of numbness there all over and then the very
ardent deep  fuck to follow, thrusting up me like a proverbial steam hammer
and giving me the  fuck I always enjoyed of Joe.

He slapped my several times on each cheek until I was red raw, by then he
told me to spread myself all fours on the bed and it wasn't long before I
felt  his fuck slide straight up me and felt that gorgeous throb of his ample
cock  inside me where it belonged.

And then it was night again and dear Joe had left, I looked at the empty
bed, the crumpled sheets and tried to count the times I had been fucked on
that  bed, but it had been so many, I focused my eyes on the bedrail and my
mind  flashed back to the times he had me handcuffed and at his mercy, how he
stuffs  his face into my ass and orders me to wiggle, the sound of his
sucks and  the sound of his fucks as he stretched my hole to its utmost,
sometimes wanking  me too as he fucks me.

I was more than happy then to get back into the bed in which I had just
been well fucked and felt his surge like it was still up inside me again,
wonderful and I was soon in the world of dreams again, it wouldn't be long
before Joe was inside me again which made my life well worth  while.