Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2004 00:44:04 +0000
From: Mark G <markblastoff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Deceptively Fun 17

WARNING: With any sexual encounter, you should always carefully consider
your options and make conscious choices, knowing the possible results of
your decisions. You should be fully aware of your surroundings and the
activities of all participants, especially knowing not everyone is
trustworthy, no matter how many muscles he has or how big his cock is. If
you choose to use condoms and you are the bottom, consider bringing your own
condoms and compatible lube. Remember, the only truly "safe sex" is sex
alone or no sex at all.


Deceptively Fun 17
By Mark

(The 17th in a series.)

(Leave the flames at home; I don't want to hear 'em. I do enjoy hearing from
people who enjoyed my stories and I like hearing adventures. Bottoms
interested in getting fucked or any tops interested in tag-teaming should
drop me a line. markblastoff@hotmail.com)


It was one of those days at work when it seemed like half the office was out
with some kind of bug. But I had an itch. I wanted to fuck.

So I got online and within a few minutes, a guy and I chatted. I liked his
rapid-fire response. He was horny like me and obviously wanted to get it on.
He was 41 with a solid bod, or so the pics appeared. He was about 170 and 5
feet, 6 inches tall with light brown hair and a nice goatee. He had some
hair pretty much all over, but he was not a bear or even what I'd consider
moderately hairy. He worked outdoors, so it was still tan, even here in the
dead of a gloomy winter.

In the last few moments of directions, he asked me how I wanted to be met at
the door.

"Naked," I responded.

"No prob."

Now, I've asked this of others and found, for the most part, people put
something on, even if it's just a towel. But when the door swag open wide at
his handsome home, I was pleased to see a naked and tattooed man.

I pulled him close, kissing him deeply, and automatically cupping one of his
ass cheeks. We were upstairs quickly and he was on his knees sucking my cock
immediately. I removed much of my clothing leaving my cock sliding into his
warm mouth. Letting him fully taste my now leaking cock. I grabbed his chin
and bent over, my cock leaving his lips with a pop, until we were kissing
deeply again.

I finished removing what was left of my clothes in that kiss. I broke away
and he looked up at me.

Despite this butch man's appearance, it was obvious he craved to be
dominated. And I was not going to disappoint.

So I pushed him onto his hands and knees to get a closer look at his ass. I
spread his cheeks and, with only a moment's pause, dived in tongue-first,
jabbing at his pucker. Of course, I slobbered plenty. I love fucking with
only spit as lube. Some call it prison lube. Whatever you want to call it,
there's something natural about fucking with only spit and ass juice. Adding
cum for good measure doesn't hurt either.

"Oh fuck yea!" he grunted. "Taste my fuck hole."

I dug in deeper, plunging my tongue in for a taste of that sweet, sweet
hole.

"You gotta taste it too," I came up for air and pulled him up and around,
kissing him so he could lick the flavor of his ass off my tongue. And he
moaned as he voraciously kissed.

I leaned back and guided his head toward my cock. He went down like a
starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He came up for air just a moment.

"GODDAMN! I love precum!" He screamed. Then he went back to eating my cock,
which I am sure was leaking plenty for him.

I pushed him off after a while and hiked him up onto a low chair, pushing
his legs high. I went down to that hole for just a moment before coming up
on my knees. For the first time, I reached around to the pocket of my jeans
and pulled out a brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep snort after opening
it and handed it to him. He snorted deeply too and handed me the bottle
back. I put the top on.

Then I shoved my cock into his hole.

I didn't ask if he wanted it raw or not. Didn't really give a shit. I was
going to fuck him.

There wasn't a protest. Just a loud grunt followed by a deep growl.

Someone liked a cock in their ass.

So I went to town, fucking the shit out of him, letting him know who was in
control. I grabbed the arms of the chair and as I thrusted into him, I
pulled on those arms so his ass was coming toward me as my cock was going
it.

He loved it.

After about 10 minutes of non-stop fucking, I pulled out and backed away.
His eyes popped open and gazed down at my red, rockhard cock.

"Is that precum?" he finally asked, pointing at the bead of pearl on the tip
of my cock.

"Looks like it."

There was a pause, but I knew what he wanted to ask. I didn't give him the
chance. I stood up and pulled his face toward my cock. His mouth opened with
anticipation, but I held it just an inch or two away.

"You want that precum?" I asked.

"Yes Sir," he said.

"You want to taste your own ass juice?" I asked.

"Yes Sir," he said, with no hesistation.

"Ask me then," I said.

He looked up at me, swallowed hard and then said, "Please, Sir, might I suck
your cock? I would like to taste my ass juice and your precum on it."

I looked as if I was contemplating, but then pulled his face to my cock and
let him slurp it up. He was digging it.

"Do your ass juice taste good, boy?" I asked.

"Yes Sir," he said, coming off my cock only long enough to answer.

I pulled him off and then turned him around to fuck him doggie style. I
opened up his ass, seeing a lot of juice already leaking out of it. I
scooped a little up. "Open your mouth," I said. He looked around and did so.
As I pushed my wet left hand in front of his face and he started licking, I
pushed my cock past the barrier again.

I continued an assault on his ass, pulling out only to feed my cock to him.
Letting him get a good taste of his ass and my precum. The combination of
constant fucking, occasionally sucking and plenty of poppers had us ripe
with sweat. I finally too him to his bedroom, pushing him flat and face down
so I could really fuck him at will.

I plunged my cock into his hole. Bare. Raw. By now, sweat was all we needed
for lube. He was grunting with each thrust, pushing his ass up to meet my
seven-and-a-half-inch cock.

"Please, Sir," he said.

"What?" I asked, still pushing my cock into his hole.

"Would you please shoot your load?" he asked.

"It's going deep inside your ass," I said with no emotion.

He just moaned.

A few minutes later, I was breathing hard. Almost there. Almost.

And then I did it, pushing my cock as deep and as far inside as I could go.
I let loose. My cock throbbed.

"OH FUCK!" he screamed. "I CAN FEEL IT!"

And my cum started shooting into his ass.

"GAWD-FUCKING-DAMN! Feel that cum!" he screamed and grunted.

After a few minutes of recovery, his ass massaging my still-hard cock, I
pulled out and rolled over.

"Thank you," he said, looking at me.

"You're not done yet," I said.

"Oh?" he looked.

"Clean my cock off, boy," I said.

He was only happy to oblige.