Date: Mon, 4 May 2009 06:22:09 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Dedicated Follower of Passion

Dedicated follower of passion.  Copyright Alex Carr 2009.

Looking back on some of my relationships  I have certainly enjoyed a  mixed
bag - not to give the impression I am careless, in fact quite the
contrary, I look for quality of character as well as  physical attributes.

I have been fucked in many ways, no secrets  - enjoyed by many who  have
come back for more. I enjoy sharing my high sexual drive with a like minded
guy.

But for me there is none better than Nigel who turned my world upside down
- from that very first time I met him, we went to a cinema, sat in the back
row  and I remember I never did seem much of the film, I was in another
world   pampered by the adventurous Nigel who started it all by sliding his
fingers into  the depths of my left trouser pocket, and me thinking he was
after my  handkerchief -he chucked and whispered "something much more
interesting than  that" and soon I realised what a plonker I was when his hidden
fingers delved  even deeper and  I discovered what his first touch was like. Even
though  the linen of my pocket it was exiting and so arousing. I think I
must have  responded to him almost immediately because he remarked on it, and
how lovely it  felt through the pocket of my trousers t which he afterwards
referred as `pocket  billiards'

I remember sitting there, quickly losing the plot of the film, as his
fingers keenly moved to cup my balls, somehow he'd discovered a tiny tear in the
 seam of my pocket and by working his fingers through it was able to make
the  hole bigger until eventually his whole hand was rummaging me like a
child with a  new teddy bear.

That was thrilling enough as you can imagine, I sunk into a sort of
ecstatic trance as his fingers continued to work on me, and I felt myself  growing
hard - he whispered for me to open my legs and I soon realised why,
feeling his fingers find more of me down under, teasing me as they found a way  to
creep underneath the seam of my boxer shorts. By which time my heart was
beating like a drum, my whole body frozen in the thrill of his hand working
my  cock and balls, so good, so wonderful  when for a change someone else is
doing it! - and when he made me to climax beneath my trousers, beneath my
boxer  shorts, it was something so very special I shall  never forget and the
way  ahead with a brand new relationship had well and truly started.
Although at that  particular point in time I had no idea what I was letting myself
in for.

All I was I was thinking about was our first fuck, what would it be like if
 this, the first meeting was so good. I wanted it, wanted to feel the girth
of  him up inside me, working me and having me as he wanted me no holds
barred. And  when afterwards he suggested another meet soon, I was overwhelmed
with  happiness.

It was to be in his mobile caravan a day later. I discovered he lives that
way, travelling  to different spots in the country, great life Huh? - if
you have the money - he didn't tell me what he did but who cares, now I was
getting to know him all I was concerned with was out next session together
because the way he frigged me up in the cinema was so good, the way he so
coolly  worked me through my trouser pocket and all!

He told me he was bi-sexual, when he showed me some pictures of his past
escapades I just couldn't believe how big he was. And always the same
position,  the girls sat on his lap face to the camera, well everything towards the
camera!  Showing him plunging inside, and there were a couple of lads too,
about my age  twenty I reckon, both with an ass full of cock and in the same
 position.
"Nice Huh, Pete. What do you think?"

I was working out how he could be that big, was it just a camera trick or
what? And one of the lads looked as if he was having a real struggle with
Nigel's specimen half inside him, it wasn't just the length but the girth
too,  it was simply huge and I guess I was then feeling just a little
apprehensive  thinking was this really the right way to go, and should  I call it
off.

I guess I gave a nervous reply because he  looked at me, smiled and  said "
You'll be all right, you have an ass made for it, I love it, love the way
you wear those tight jeans you have on today, I love the yoke too, makes
your  cheeks separate so seductively - very tempting indeed. Would you like for
us to  retire to the bed? Perhaps to continue where we left off in the
cinema?" (He was  so polite that way he talked!)

That suggestion was encouraging to say the least, I wanted that, he began
to strip and I was to discover that the pictures he'd showed me were
genuine, he  was big! And he was thick!  "How's that then?" he boasted stripping
himself  completely,. Me? My mind was working overtime wondering just how
THAT would get  inside me. He must have been a good eleven inches of prime
uncut cock and  heaven's know the thickness, let's just say it was the size of
a very large  cucumber.

He was already aroused obviously, asked me to strip or would I'd rather he
did it for me, I replied the latter, I enjoyed that but I was still
concerned  about his hefty size.

He stripped me slowly, said it was to be like a good wine, taken slowly, I
was grateful for that at least!
Then heaven again as his large but so gentle  fingers massaged me. I loved
it when he went on his knees, me perched in the  edge of the bed, me sitting
on a couple  of cushions to make it right for  him. He grasped my thighs,
lifted and spread them wide as he started to move his  mouth over my ass,
teasing it with his tongue as he vibrantly licked me, his  fingers starting to
work my cock and balls, the way he touched me was so divine,  he took great
pleasure in taking my knob slowly into his mouth like a baby to  the teat,
slowly sucking and drawing it in, his tongue wrapping it, his  rapturous
sounds giving me that wonderfully comfortable feeling that he was so  enjoying
me, the way he cupped my balls as he sucked, gently manoeuvring his  fingers
around and between, making it a wholly and veritable experience that no  one
had ever come up to before. He told me he likes to think his speciality was
 foreplay, that he thought it was so important to get it as good as it
could be  before fucking, that was one could get the very best benefit from the
fuck.

He suggested the sixty nine position so we could both enjoy each other
simultaneously that way, sucking and balling each other, rimming each other to
get the real feel and thrill of what was to come.
I went for it but still at  a loss as to how he would get that huge cock
inside me. Me thinking as I  struggled to take it into my mouth, tasting him,
sniffing him, spreading my  mouth and stretching as wide as I could and then
I just managed to get the bulk  of his red knob inside after having
stretched back his foreskin.

I surprised myself into adapting to its fullness, feeling just how
beautifully he was working me down under, I wanted to be the same for him and  ran
my tongue down the length of his stiffness, teasing his well rounded firm
balls with every suction. Then I was starting to get the randy feel for him,
persuading myself that I could manage him inside me, thinking it may be
more  thrilling than all the fucks I had known before when most were much
smaller.

Shortly we were both well worked up and ready for the ultimate, he said
best to let him sit one the edge now and for me just to park my nifty ass  on
his lap, working his huge red penis systematically with his firm grasp
around its circumference as I did so, when he lavishly holed me with fingers
full of lubricant he probably realised I was going to be tight for him. I
held  my breath, grinding my teeth, ready for the onslaught. "No problems,
Pete, I  have had much tighter asses than this, you will just want some gentle
working  that all and I'm you man!"

Then I felt the bulk of his cock press against my  ass, It felt like I  was
riding a broom or likewise, talk about ride a cock horse! But Nigel's sound
 of ecstasy  was thrilling to listen to as he complimented me on my lovely
fuckable ass, just made for his fuck, how he wanted that, to feel me deep
up  inside.
Then he started, moving his hips slowly up and down as I was perched  over
him, his stiff cock between me, would it ever go into me. I held my breath
again, gritted my teeth convinced that he would never make it, he seemed to
be  making no headway and already I felt the adrenaline rising as he pressed
and  pressed, hard and harder until eventually, it plunged thoroughly into
me, I felt  the stretch, it felt like he would tear me, "No problem" he
kept reassuring and  all the while rubbing even more lubricant into me  until
eventually I felt  the surge of his hot cock enter my being. Now I know there
was no escaping, I  was like a prisoner at his command, feeling it deeper
and deeper, he stood up,  me still perched onto his cock, riding me with his
movements as he strolled over  to the front edge of the bed where there was
a long full view mirror on the  wall, I guess he anted to see us together
like that, I opened my eyes gingerly,  and then I saw what I would never have
believed would happen, his huge plinth  half inside.

So that was it, me thinking he couldn't possibly get it further into me -
but he was trying, and at  that
point I yelled telling him it was  hurting and could he stop?

He reassured me though, saying it would be sacrilege to spoil it now, "Look
 I'll pause for a while, let you get used to it then I'll show you what to
 do."

He perched himself down again, gently now, as I eased slowly over him, with
 him still plunged half into my ass, feeling the absolute enormity of it
inside  me like a rod of iron and there was no giving, and Nigel seemed
determined to  have me deep penetration and somehow I would have to go along with
it. I felt  him beat inside me, there seemed no room for me to manoeuvre, to
relieve the  pain - if it was like that now what would it be like deep
inside me? His fingers  played with my cock and balls now hanging limply - and
yet the stimulus was  still there when that certain  feeling started to
return, Nigel knew just  what he was doing and before long, with vivid memories
of our session in the  cinema I started to feel better, the pain seemed to
settle, as if the stretch  inside was adjusting to the idea.

All at once the limpness was replaced by a strong firmness as he gently
wanked me - and I was ready again. He was like a veritable teacher, telling me
 how I should sway gently backwards and forwards over him, the idea being
to ease  him deeper up inside. I did it a couple of time, no response. "Keep
trying,  gently does it, Pete baby," he reassured.

Now it was feeling really good again and I started to cherish the feeling
of his gorgeous cock inside me. I continued to move as he told me to, and he
 swivelled some to help me along, and then, fantastic it worked, my hole
seemed  to hungrily suck him inside as his cock slurped further up, then a
couple more  gentle thrusts and it was complete, I could see his whole girth
was inside me,  we just went along with it for a while, no deep fucking at
that time, again just  to let me get the swing of it, that's what Nigel said
and do you know  something?, it worked, soon he was fucking me like a good'un
and I was enjoying,  the feel of it was something so much better than I had
ever known -  the  pain had gone, and when he reached his Waterloo it was as
if the heavens had  opened, afterwards when he released me to lay exhausted
on his bed,, I felt the  numbness of his fuck, delving my fingers around I
could feel that I was well and  truly initiated by Nigel's exclusive fuck.
It was a treasure I would come to  enjoy so much. And when I told him how
good he was for me he simply replied,  "well I am a dedicated follower pf
passion!"