Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 12:47:40 -0500
From: Mark <markblastoff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Deceptively Fun 8

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 8
By Mark

(The eighth 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 as well as your own adventures. Other bottoms
or any tops interested in tag-teaming should drop me a line.
markblastoff@hotmail.com)

So I mentioned I've moved, which now has put a damper on my sex life.
Thankfully, a few DVDs and Nifty.org keeps me shooting loads.

But I was online the other day and got to chatting with a 26 year old who,
it turns out, lives pretty damn close by. I had to head over to check my
mailbox and I got him to give me an address so I could stop by and say
hello.

He mentioned he was very oral. He liked sucking cock. As hard-up as I was, I
would accept anything other than my right hand again.

I arrived at his place. He was all alone and the place was pretty damn
barren, if you asked me. No pictures on the wall and very little furniture.
We did the small talk thing before he reached for my crotch. He sucked my
cock for a moment. He wasn't bad.

He was a beefy boy, probably close to 200 pounds on a 5'11" frame. But he
was cute -- very fraternity look in a geeky sort of way. I pulled him off my
cock and kissed him for a moment, wanting the experience to last more than
five minutes.

"Damn you have a nice cock," he said as we parted lips. "Wish you could fuck
me."

"I can," I said.

My hard cock throbbed harder in his hand as he mentioned the fuck. His grip
tightened.

"Thing is," he paused, before getting down on his knees. "I'm out of
condoms."

Now this is an excuse I'd used a few times. So, I played it cool.

"No worries," I said in a very non-committal way. "I'm cool."

As he chowed down more on my cock, I began thrusting a little into his
mouth. He was taking it all right, but few oral experts have the capability
to make a mouth feel anywhere as close to an ass. At this, he was failing
miserably. I might get off eventually, but I'd challenge his jaw to an
endurance test.

He got this hint, and took a break.

"I really want that hard cock in my ass," he said.

"Then put it in," I responded simply.

He was out of his clothes quickly and on his back in the bed. He produced
some lube and started rubbing it on his hole. There was no eating his ass.
He wanted just cock.

So I obliged, shoving my cock deep inside.

Fat boys are never as tight as the thin ones, but then again, the way his
ass formed a warm quilt around my cock worked well. After a moment of
adjustment, he was ready. And I started fucking in earnest.

It was apparent this boy liked getting fucked. As my cock pushed into him,
he closed his eyes and wrapping his right hand around his cock. He never
jerked, but I could see a pool of precum forming on his Buddha belly.

Within a few minutes, he announced that he was going to cum. So I relaxed
and let my own load go. I never asked. I just injected it into him, deep,
with a groan. A moment later, that hairy belly of his was covered with his
own spunk.