Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2007 00:33:34 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Friday Fun with Fence

             I came home early on Friday afternoon.

            My job is one that many would find envious. I'm an attorney
and I think, a good one. My clients are divorce candidates and people
with small-time run-ins with the law who need advice on quick fixes to
legal problems. Nothing really big, usually.  Today, however, a man comes
into my office and tells me a story that had me so boggled in the head
that I had to take a break, so I cut out early after work and headed to
my small but spacious house in the hills for a stiff drink and a few
hours to myself.

            My own wife had left me about six years back when she
suspicioned I was having an affair. She had no proof but thought that her
hairdresser and I were having one wild weekend after another when she was
out of town. As it turns out, she was right but it was with the wrong
hairdresser. My wife had thought that the buxom blond, Diana, and I were
doing the nasty when in fact, it was the beefy blond, Bryan, that was
making more than my hair curl on the weekends she was out of town. I let
her have what she wanted and the divorce was one of the neatest I'd ever
seen. I was just glad to have my freedom back. No more schedules, no more
sneaking off, no more pretending I liked putting my cock into that nasty
swamp she called a sex organ between her thighs.

            When I got home on Friday, I let myself in and put my keys in
the brass bowl on the small desk just inside the door. I slipped my shoes
off and slid them under the same desk. I hadn't had lunch so I wandered
into the kitchen and began rummaging for food. As I was standing in the
cooling light of the icebox, I glanced out the window. Closing the door,
I moved closer to said window to get a better look at what was standing
by my pool, a long, slender pole in his hand that disappeared into the
water. It was a man. That was strange since my pool cleaning service
usually only hired women. "Mer-Maids" was their cheesy name and
usually, some big-breasted chick named Mandy was the one who showed up to
do the cleaning.

            Today -- however, there was a new person doing this work and
I wanted to see who he was, up close! Going outside in my suit and socks,
I stuck to the paved walkway until I was close enough to the man that he
could hear me without my having to shout.

            "Hey there!" I called out, evenly.

            "Well, boy-howdy!" The man countered, turning to face me
with a startled smile. "Where the heck did you come from?" He said, his
"o" sounding like a "u" so that it came out "yuu" and "fruum".
"Here I done thought I was here alone." He added with a widening of his
smile.

            "Are you new?" I asked, dumbly. "A new poolman, that is."

            "Well, not particul'rly." He responded with a smile and a
scuff of his hat so as to knock it up on his head and the bill out of his
eyes. "See, I own the company but my girl's out sick today so I thought
I'd fill in."

            "Your...girl?" I asked, taking him in casually.

            "Mandy, she works for me." He volunteered, hitching his
baseball hat back a bit farther to reveal a mop of brown hair. "She and
the other three that I got in the office."

            "Ah," I said, noticing the curl of dark hair that ringed
the neckline of his t-shirt. "So, you're married?" I went on, trying
to sound casual.

            "Hell naw!" He said with a might laugh. "I ain't never
been on the business side of marrying. The closest thing I got to
marryin' was taking in those three gals that work for me. You know, they
were all down on their luck and I gave `em all a place to work and they
live above the business, sorority house-style."

            "That was nice of you."

            "Well, shoot," He drawled. "I wasn't going to let `em
starve."

            I stood there for a silent moment as this man pulled the pole
from the water and it to the side of the pool. When he bent at the waist,
the back of his coveralls hugged what was sure to be a nice, muscled ass.
From the lack of other lines beneath it, he was going commando today.

            "I'm Fence, by the way."

            The man had straightened and extended his hand, which I took
in my own. I smiled at him as I pumped his hand, holding mine in a tight
grip. He had the kind of hazel that seemed to shift in the sunlight from
dark green to light brown and back again, even as I watched. He had a
three-day growth of hair on his face and that gave his face a more
squared shape than maybe he would have had without it. His mouth bent to
the left when he smiled and his front left tooth was chipped.

            "And you are?" He said, gripping my hand a little tighter
and shaking it and me back to the place I was standing.

            "Oh," I said, stupidly. "Me, I'm Christian."

            "I'm Atheist, myself."

            "What?"

            Fence chuckled at his own joke but didn't release my hand. I
glanced down at it and he released me with an apology. He might have been
sorry but I was tasting the Sahara in my mouth, and feeling like my heart
was going to bust right through my chest. I was a bit light-headed and
didn't know if I was going to be able to stand right for the next few
seconds.  I didn't know what was wrong with me. It was almost like I was
going to faint or something. Swoon, my grandmother would have called it.

            "You okay?"

            "I'm...good." I lied, looking up at him. "I'm just going
to go inside...would you like to come inside with me?"

            "What for?" Fence responded with a chuckle.

            "Iced tea, of course." I recovered quickly.

            "Maybe when I get this finished. I don't like to quit in
the middle of a job. What about thirty minutes and I'll take you up on
that tea?"

            "Sure, thirty minutes, then."

            I turned and headed back to the door of my house and once
inside, thought I needed to sit down. What was wrong with me? This guy
was right out of a Tex Avery cartoon and I was drooling in my socks over
him. That was nuts! So was getting up out of the chair and going to the
fridge to take out some lunch meat, mayonnaise, cheese and some chilled
glasses from the freezer. Even as I piled on the thick lunch meat, dabbed
the bread with mayo and cut the finished sandwiches into triangles, I
thought I was loosing my ever-loving mind! I hadn't even changed out of
my suit and was running around my kitchen in my socks making sandwiches
for the pool guy!

            I put the finished sandwiches back in the fridge and poured
some iced tea into one of the glasses, drinking it down quickly before
refilling it. I had to be casual about this, after all! Just as I'd put
the glass down on the counter, the back door opened and Fence stepped
through it, almost causing me to drop the glass.

            "I'm a little early," He said, his words drawling a bit.
"Can I still take ya up on that tea?"

            "I have the glass right here." I said, offering it to him.

            His fingers grazed mine. He looked at me and I looked back
and it seemed like there were a few sparks but this big, butch man
couldn't be gay...could he? Hell, things like that only happened in porn
or in those letters columns to gay guys magazines, didn't they? It
certainly didn't happen to me, that's for sure.

            "It's cool in here." Fence said after a long drink from
his glass. "Nice after being outside all afternoon."

            "Are you hungry? I have some sandwiches from yesterday in
the fridge if you'd like one."

            "That's mighty nice. I am a little hungry, I skipped lunch,
you know."

            I took the sandwiches from the fridge and put the plate on
the counter, moving around this big hulk of a man standing in my normally
empty kitchen. There was a whiff of grass, chlorine and sweat as I moved
that was so damned sexy it was all I could do to keep from tackling him
and begging him to lick it off. Instead, I watched him take a huge bite
from one of the corners of the sandwich and wash it down immediately,
almost as if he hadn't chewed it at all. Soon, he'd cleaned the plate
of both sandwiches and drained his tea glass completely.

            "So, where's the bedroom?" He asked, fixing me to the
floor.

            "The...bedroom?" I said, stupidly.

            "Hell, I ain't stupid." Fence replied solidly. "I saw you
looking me over outside and those sandwiches had fresh cheese on `em.
Cheese that's been in the cold like that overnight have a hard edge from
the air."

            "I..."

            "It's okay, Chris." He smiled. "You're a nice-looking
guy and your pool was the last one of the day. I'm free until tomorrow
morning at seven in the a.m."

            "Christian."

            "What?" He asked, looking strangely at me.

            "Christian...not Chris. I don't like to be called Chris..."
I said, weakly.

            He took a step toward me, I took one back -- bumping into the
counter. He had been closer to me than I'd thought him to be. Now, he
was standing not four inches from me and the smell of grass, chlorine and
sweat was all I could smell. My hands went to the counter to support
myself as he leaned his face in closer to mine.

            "Well, Christian," He said, his breath slightly minty and
stale at the same time, but hot and causing that taste of dry, arid
nothing to come back to my own mouth. "You want to take me to the
bedroom or should I just fuck you right here in the kitchen?"

            My cock swelled in my dress pants.

            "Fuck...me?" I stammered.

            His hand cupped my crotch, lifting my balls and hard cock in
his palm.

            "Isn't that what you want?"

            "No..."

            "Then you want to fuck me, is that it?" Fence said with a
sly smile. "Either way, it doesn't matter but som'body's gonna get
dick this afternoon."

            He leaned in closer and I felt his mouth close gently over
mine. It was surprising, this tenderness, and welcomed, as well. His hand
released my cock and balls and slid up my hips, under my suit coat and
onto my back. Smooth lips slid against mine over and again and as I
opened my mouth, his tongue took the invitation and slid gently inside my
mouth. I met it with my own and a groan came from my big pool guy. The
kiss deepened, Fence turning his head to better get his tongue into my
mouth. His other hand slid under my jacket and onto my back to hold me
close with his other one. I let my hands do the same, his jumpsuit rough
under my fingers.

            When the kiss ended, he leaned back and looked at me with
those hazel eyes.

            "So? The bedroom?"

            "Sure."

            I disentangled myself from his arms and headed into the
bedroom from the kitchen. I had a wrought-iron framed bed with a
Comfort-Sleep bed. It was covered in a caramel spread and had three large
pillows at the head. As I came inside, I thought to myself how gay this
whole room looked with its caramel and tan color scheme and tasteful
chairs and black nightstand tables. I was about to apologize for it when
Fence came into the room and gently closed the door.

            "You expecting anyone?" He asked, his hand still on the
doorhandle.

            "No."

            "Good." He said, moving to the nearest chair and sitting
down to take his right boot off. "I see you've got me beat in having
your shoes off, already."

            I laughed nervously.

            Both of his boots came off easily and he placed them side by
side by the door. His black socks followed and he stuffed them into the
boots. Standing, he unzipped his coveralls and was about to pull them off
when I crossed the room and took hold of the sides where the zipper cut
them in half.

            "Let me." I suggested, hoping he wouldn't say no.

            "Sure." He nodded with a smile.

            He turned around and held his arms down. I took hold of the
top and pulled down the rough fabric. His back was wide and a thick patch
of hair ran across his shoulders to taper into the spine. As I pulled
down the coveralls, I watched it widen again into a neat, almost as if it
had been shaved, triangle. I let them pool at his waist, unsure why.

            "You going to stop there?"

            "No," I answered, mesmerized.

            Taking hold of the bunched fabric, I pulled a bit and let
them slip over his rounded buttocks, seeing the triangle of fur spread
again, over his firm ass and down his legs to stop just above each ankle.
Fence stepped out of them and turned around, me still kneeling on the
carpeted floor with his coveralls in my hands. I looked up at his smiling
face and his incredible body. The fur at his ankles ran along his front,
over his knees, into his crotch and over his stomach and chest to stop at
his collarbone. Through this dense forest, I saw his two burgundy nipples
standing proudly, each with a small silver ring dangling from each. My
mouth found moisture at this site and suddenly, I just wanted to taste
this man all over.

            "Going to kneel there all day?" Fence asked, his voice
rattling in my head.

            I stood up and laid his coveralls over the chair. I was
acutely aware that I still wore my suit, tie and shirt...and socks. I
glanced at his socks stuffed into the boots and again, my mouth was wet.
Something in my head whispered "I wonder what they smell like" and I
turned back to look at Fence's face.

            "Well?" He said softly. "What do you think?"

            His chest was nicely rounded, his pecs rounded nicely over
his stomach, which was also nicely rounded -- not cut into six separate
muscles like most of the model-like gay guys I saw too much of these
days. Fence wasn't fat but he wasn't a gym-rat, either and I liked
that. Below his slight stomach, a nice, round cock hung over two
beautifully round balls that were completely smooth. I looked from them
back to his face and found that suddenly, I'd been struck dumb. I
couldn't find the words to express my delight.

            "Am I that bad?"

            I shook my head but still couldn't speak. I couldn't
believe this was happening to me. Here was a nice looking, hairy, horny
man standing naked in my bedroom and I couldn't do anything but gawk
stupidly.

            "Are you okay with this?" Fence asked and his casual face
changed to one of concern. "I mean, am I pushing too hard? Too fast? Did
I misunderstand all this?"

            "No, no," I said in a broken rush. "It's just
that...things like this don't usually happen to me."

            "You've been with guys before haven't you?"

            "Sure I have...but not guys like you."

            "Gotcha. Guys like me meanin' what?"

            "Hot...guys." I said, wondering what was happening to me.
"Guys...I mean..."

            "So you think I'm hot?" Fence asked, that smile coming
back as he took a step toward me to close us together again. "What do
you think is so hot about me, Christian?"

            "All of you." I said, not able to stop myself.

Suddenly, my suit was too tight.

Fence's hands slid up onto my shoulders and under my jacket. I felt
it's heavy weight lift and let it slide down my arms, into the chair
behind me. Nimble fingers found the knot of silk at my throat and I felt
it loosen fully as he pulled it off of me. Next, his fingers found the
buttons of my shirt and began to let them slip through the eyes one at a
time. My shirt effortlessly joined my jacket in the chair and his fingers
worked the belt from my waist. I couldn't take my eyes from his, even
when he undid the front of my tented pants and let them slip down my
hips. When they pooled at my feet, I made a mental note to step free of
them when my legs began to work again.

"Show me how hot you think I am." Fence said to me in a low, husky
voice.

That smell of grass, sweat and chlorine assaulted me as he lifted his
right arm and bend it behind his head. A dark thatch of fur in the pit of
his arm called to me and I leaned forward to bury my face in it. I felt
the weight of his heavy arm on my back as I took in a lungful of his
scent. It was good that he was holding me; I almost fell out in utter
lust as the tangy-musk of sweat intoxicated me.

"Taste it."

My tongue slid out to lap at his armpit. The salty-bitter taste was like
the sweetest honey and I sucked at the hairy thing to get more. My hands
went to his hairy chest to steady myself and my mouth began sucking all
of him I could into my mouth. I wanted all he would let me suck out of
his sweaty pit. A thought occurred to me as I sucked at the sweat -- he
had two of these honey-pits. Moving from his hairy cleft, I looked into
his hazel pools and he smiled.

Lifting his other arm, he closed his right one around me. His smile
widened as I moved eagerly to clean his sweat with my mouth and tongue.
My hands moved along his chest, my fingers grazing his nipples and the
silver rings that dangled there. I was hungry for man and I couldn't
stop myself from gorging on this offering. Course hairs went into my
mouth, sweet, manly sweat sucked from them and all the while, I was
breathing in his musky scent, making my cock throb.

"Damn, boy," Fence said, his arm tightening on my back. "You like you
some pit juice, don't you?"

All I could do was moan as I tongued his armpit, getting all he had to
offer. I flattened my mouth to his skin, the animal of lust taking over.
I wanted this man's stink on my face, in my mouth, in my nose,
everywhere.

"Easy there, Christian." Fence said, his hand closing over the back of
my head and pulling me back. "I think you've got it all. Let's see
what we can't do about working up another good sweat and you can feed
some more."

His right arm slipped down to my neck and pulled me into it while his
left one swept under my legs and soon, I was hoisted into the air.
Pressed against his hairy body was fantastic and I let my hands roam his
chest as he carried me to the bed. Like I was the most precious thing
he'd ever held, he put me on top of the cover, easing himself over the
top of me. Tender lips found mine again and his tongue slipped easily and
quickly into my mouth, this time.

For several minutes he kissed me, his hands going through my own fur to
roam my stomach and chest. He fingered my right nipple and the metallic
bar I wore through it, bringing it to full erection in no time. I
couldn't keep my hands off him, either. I was tugging at his nipples and
fingering his rings, too. Fence's body rubbed against me, his cock
sliding along my leg, my thigh, my own cock and my stomach. He was
humping my body and I was moaning against him every time he altered his
movements.

"Get up on those pillows," Fence said softly as he finally broke our
marathon kiss.

I moved up the bed and laid against the pillows. Watching him made my
cock harder. His body moved like a wolf, calculated and slow. Moving
slowly between my legs, he spread them wide and slid in between them. My
cock oozed a silver stream of pre-cum that he swiped up with his index
finger and sucked into his mouth with a moan of "yummmmm".

"Want me to suck it for you?" He asked, his drawl making his request
sexier.

I nodded, dumbstruck.

"Ask me." He teased, pulling on my prick to let it slap against my
stomach.

"Fence...would you...please...suck on my cock...for me?"

"Now that was nice." He said, leaning up a bit and pulling the mushroom
head toward him. "That was real sweet, Christian."

I watched his mouth open and cover the head of my cock slowly, letting
the spongy tip disappear easily into his open orifice. I watched the
first inch disappear and then the next until his nose was grazing my
chestnut pubes. His mouth kept going until he'd gotten me all into his
mouth. The pressure of his mouth increased when he came up -- sucking
hard on my rod to make me shudder. Tight lips rounded over my head and
came off without a noise.

"Delicious." Fence said with a pleased look. "Should I go on? You like
that first taste, did you?"

I nodded, dumbstruck.

"You're gonna hafta use words, boy, if this is going to work out.
Don't be afraid to tell me what you liked and what you don't. If it
feels good, let me know."

"It did." I answered. "It does. All of it feels great."

Fence smiled, kissed me deeply once more before returning his mouth to my
cock and this time, his talented lips pressed tightly as he eased his
mouth down my shaft. The tight ring he created with his lips coaxed more
and more pre-cum from me and Fence began to moan as I fed him my stuff. I
began to work my hips as he sucked me. His hand formed a tight ring
around my balls and his head began to bob beautifully in front of me.

"That's...great, Fence." I moaned, watching him expertly working my
cock.

I laced my hands behind his head occasionally and eased his head down
onto me For a long few moments, he let me fuck his face before standing
and kissing me deeply with the same tongue that had been wrapping itself
around my cock seconds ago.  I kissed him back, probing his mouth deeply.

"Turn around, sweet thing." He said and I complied.

He eased me up from the pillows and onto my knees. His hands on me were
firm but soft and those same hands roamed my back for a few moments
before rounding over my butt to spread my ass cheeks.  Equally gentle
fingers began working lightly on my asshole and soon, he was prying me
apart to make room for his soft, warm tongue. He flattened it against my
flesh before using the point of it to slip into me. I writhed under him
and moaned my pleasure aloud. His hands roamed my stomach and cock
through my spread legs. He was so careful to stroke my cock enough to
keep me hard through his oral loving of my hole but not hard enough that
I would spew my pent up load.

"More?" He asked, taking a break.

"Yes, please!"

His hands gripped my ass cheeks and he pulled them apart, wider this
time, pushing his tongue into me even deeper than before. Looking back, I
saw him working his head back and forth, his tongue lashing my hole.
Leaning back, the tip of his finger grazed me and began to slide against
my tender skin. It was torturously hot as he began to work his finger
against my asshole while his tongue worked alongside it. I felt my
muscular ring give and his finger slid into me like I'd been greased! A
long moan from the pit of my stomach rumbled out of my mouth and I heard
him chuckle before continuing to suck and lick at me. Soon, another
finger had slid into me and I was riding his hand in a gentle gallop
while his tongue lubed and licked me.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I asked between my gaping legs.

"Ya want me to?" he asked, his other hand sliding up along the plane of
my back. "Ya really want me to slip my dick in you?"

I leaned down onto my arms after folding them in front of me. My whole
body relaxed and pliant, I smiled back at him. "Yes...please."

I didn't go in for the "top or bottom" nonsense. If it felt good, then
I did it and there were times like now when a nice cock like the one
Fence now rubbed along my asshole was going to feel very good, indeed. I
pushed my legs farther apart and settled down onto my arms as I enjoyed
the spongy probing of his cockhead.

"Ya got some slick stuff?" he asked playfully and I just pointed to the
nightstand.

"Yeah, this'll get you going." He said, leaning over me and taking the
bottle of lube off of it. "It warms, huh?"

            "Oh yeah."

            "Do you?" He said, the satiny stuff going onto my skin.
"You gonna warm real nice when I start layin' it to ya?"

            "I think I might just do that."

            Fence chuckled again and leaned his massive body over me, his
bear-like arm sliding under me to hold me to him. His mouth found my
shoulder and neck and as he playfully bit and kissed me there, I felt the
insistence of his dick pushing against my hole. I moaned again, begging
him to slip it into me and as I finished my plea, the head broke through
my muscled ring. I gasped and his hand held me tighter.

            "Not hurtin' ya, am I?"

            "No..." I said, truthfully, touched at his question.
"No...not at all...but it's been a while, you know?"

            "You let me know if I hurt ya." Fence went on, his hand
finding my nipple and pulling playfully. "This is supposed to be fun for
both of us, not just me."

            His dick slid slowly, opening me up like a mole in a tunnel
and I moaned with pleasure at every added inch. He was masterfully
entering me and I was more than happy to be entered -- for once! Most men
didn't know how to do this -- they just pointed and shoved! No finesse,
no tact -- just muscle and brawn and that kind of thing wasn't for me.
That was the reason I didn't take dick often. I could get that kind of
treatment from a thug on the street, I didn't need it from the guy I
chose to share my bed. Fence was proving to be different from a lot of
guys I'd been with.

            "That feel good?" he asked as his hips continued to feed me
cock.

            "Oh yeah..." I answered as his hand ran along my stomach and
up to my nipple. "That is excellent, Fence..." I said in a dreamy voice
as I was filled with his dick.

            When he was fully inside of me, both hands began to rub on my
stomach and tweak at my nipples. I took several deep breaths to steady
myself for the fucking he was sure to give me. When I was relaxed, he
pulled me against him and then pulled both of us to a kneeling position
on the bed, his cock still inside me and throbbing. Feeling the heat of
his body against me, I took it all in and watched my own dick drool its
acceptance for all of what was happening to me.

            "Most men don't take their time with you, do they?" Fence
asked, kissing my neck. "They don't take the time to enjoy what that
sweet ass of yours can do for the right dick up in it, huh?"

            "No..." I said softly.

            "I'm not most men," He continued. "In fact, I'm better
than most men. I'm not gonna fuck you, Christian."

            "Why not?" I asked, wondering if this was the end of my
glorious Friday fuck-fest. "Did I do something wrong?"

            "Oh no, baby," Was the warm response. "You did everything
right. I'm not going to fuck you; I'm going to make love to you. The
way every man should make love to you."

            Gently, he eased me back down on the bed and took hold of my
hips. With long, easy strokes, he began to enter and leave my ass.
Relaxing was easy, his whole body was enough to make me do that. He
glided into me like warm butter had coated his cock and my ass. Fence had
me moaning, writhing and feeling like I was being stroked from the inside
out...and I was! This man knew how to fuck!

            Slipping out of me, he turned me over and laid over me. His
mouth covered mine and his tongue began to do the same thing to my mouth
that his cock had been doing to my ass. Kissing me was so much like the
icing on the cake that when his cock slid into my waiting hole again, I
was almost in a sugar coma! My hands roamed his back, his chest, his
hips, arms, face -- touching anything about him I could. When he began to
work himself into me again, it felt like a stranger coming home! My moans
filtered out around his mouth and I bucked my hips up to meet him.

            Hefty arms slid under me, hooking my legs over them and I
felt myself being lifted. Fence lifted us up off the bed and moved over
to the wall where he propped me and began slow-fucking my ass. His mouth
moved over mine, my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders and back along the same
route to cover my mouth again. His hands held my ass, pulling me slightly
apart for his prick to penetrate me deeper. My legs spasmed in pleasure
and my toes curled deliciously as I was deep-dicked by this hairy
poolman!

            He moved us onto the floor and slid out of me. Turning me
onto my knees again, he directed me to put my arms in the chair that
faced us. I did as he wanted and felt his mouth working on my asshole! I
spread my legs farther than before for him and was rewarded with the
thick wedge of his tongue spearing into me time and again to wet me
again! His mouth worked me over but never sucked -- not wanting to rid my
hole of his natural lube! Between my legs, my cock was oozing its own
lube -- which Fence slipped onto his fingers and just when I thought he
was going to add it to his spit -- I heard him slurping it into his own
greedy mouth.

            "I want all of that you can give me," He told me softly as
his spongy cockhead was rubbed along my juicy crack. "Feed it to me like
dessert."

            He pulled on my hips and his cock slid into me. I felt the
head slide home and moaned my pleasure! Slow movements of his hips buried
himself in me time and again and soon, he was slow fucking me while
rubbing my back  He began to talk to me, soft words of affection, telling
me how good I felt to him, how beautiful I was from this angle, how his
dick felt going into me...and my cock drooled heavier with each
compliment. He'd have his dessert soon enough if he continued this way!

            Pulling me out of the chair, he laid me on the floor, on my
back. Lifting my left leg, he slid into me again, kissing me as he did.
His hand brought my leg up a bit higher and he began to fuck me from the
side, his beautiful dick entering and entering and entering me over and
over! I held onto him, my left arm around his neck and waited for each
fantastic thrust of his hips.

            "Feel good?" He asked again and I nodded to him, kissed him
and begged him not to stop.

            Turning me over, he eased me to my knees and continued to
slide into me.  I opened my ass up to him, reaching behind me to pull my
cheeks apart farther. His breathing came a little faster this time and I
knew what that meant. Looking behind me, I watched him fuck me...and was
surprised that his eyes were open and he was looking at me. He smiled
when he saw me looking at him.

            "You're beautiful like this -- filled up with cock and
sweatin' from fuckin'."

            "Are you close, baby?" I asked him, clenching my ass.

            "Yeah..." He responded. "But only when you're ready for me
to cum."

            "I am." I admitted.

            Slipping out of me, he took hold of my legs and eased them
over my head. I grasped my ankles and pulled. This opened my asshole in a
way that it hadn't been before and Fence stood over me for a long moment
as I rested my knees against my shulders. He smiled down at me and
slipped his cock into my moist hole.

            "Oh baby..." He moaned as he began to fuck me slow and deep,
his legs tensing and releasing with each downward thrust. He rested his
hands on his upper thighs as he fucked me. I could see the length of his
cock as he did me, the veins thick and shining with spit. It was sexy as
hell to watch it disappear into me and then reappear as he stood.

            "Facial?" He asked as his body tensed.

            "Please!" I said, enthusiastically.

            He slipped out of me, then. And stroked his cock two times
from head to base. On the third downward movement of his hand, he stopped
at the base and let an arch of beautiful white cum fly from the head and
onto my waiting face!

Another followed and I caught this second one with my open mouth! I was
ready for the third and did the same with it! His fourth hit my chin and
his fifth ran over my ass and balls. What a waste of cream, I
thought...but his hand closed around my cock and began working it for me.
With his hand wrapped around me, he pulled gently and I followed his
lead, getting to my feet. When I was standing, he knelt on the floor in
front of me, his hand never ceasing its stroking of me.

            "Feed me, baby." He said with a smile before slipping his
tongue under my cockhead. His open mouth formed the perfect receptacle
for the load that was coming!

            "Damn, Fence!" I said, using my hands on his shoulders to
steady myself. "I'm close...so...fucking...close!"

            His hand manipulated me perfectly and soon, I was blowing my
creamy load down his open throat! I couldn't stop once I'd started and
my pent up orgasm flooded his mouth and spilled out over his outstretched
tongue to string along his chin. As my cock jerked mightily with the
force of my cumming, I spewed similar strings along his jaw and up onto
the bridge of his nose! It was like icing an especially masculine cake!

            When I'd finally finished, I fell down onto the bed behind
me and brought Fence's face up to kiss him. Tasting my own load was an
especially thrilling bonus as my tongue delved into his mouth. We both
moaned against one another as Fence rose up off the floor to push me back
onto the bed and cover me with his body. The kiss brought us into the
bed's center and I felt his still-hard cock between my legs as he ground
himself gently against me.

            "What sort of weekend plans ya got?" He asked softly when
we parted.

            "What do you have in mind?" I countered.

            "I was thinking of having you for dinner and again for
breakfast, lunch and maybe another course o' dinner if ya think ya might
be up for it." He smiled, stroking my hair.

            "I think I can arrange that." I smiled back. "Maybe I
could have you to snack on between meals." I went on, fingering his
chest hair.

            "Oh, I think I might be able to scrounge up a snack or two
for you." He said, kissing me deeply one more time.

            We stayed in bed all that night, leaving only to grab a quick
sandwich. We ended up on the kitchen floor for a good two hours,
reenacting a scene from "Nine and a Half Weeks" but that's a story for
another time, I'm sure. Suffice it to say that I'm rather fond of my
poolman and I certainly don't mind being "Fenced" in. In fact, I look
forward to it every Friday -- like clockwork!



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