GENERIC SEX
In the dozen years since this experience, the blessed isles of the West
Indies have favored me with a few other which may match it. But this was
the first such, and under the circumstances the most memorable.
It was on one of the smaller and less visited islands of the Eastern
Caribbean and I was staying at the house of a friend who had promised me
helpful hospitality. Indeed that's what I got. My first afternoon there a
hunky young number stopped by. His smiling black face, solid build and
smoldering eyes promised delights. My host quickly waved us to a bedroom
and we were soon into our pleasures.
Then came a knock on the bedroom door and my host called out, "Get rid
of him. I've got a better one for you." I was less than delighted at
that announcement as I was well satisfied with the thick eight inches that
was, at that moment, pile-driving in and out of my ass, with the sight of
the smooth, muscular brown body tapering from broad shoulders to narrow
waist that was visible between my raised and wide spread legs, and with
the grinning face with flashing white teeth that hovered above mine, dropp-
ing down from time to time to press warm, thick, sweet lips against mine.
A moment later he ground his hips against my eager butt and poured
his hot cum into me while he plunged his warm tongue into my equally willing
mouth. Then he rose, dressed and departed, a bit disgruntled by his abrupt
dismissal, I guess, despite the generous lagniappe I pressed into his hand
as he left. At once my host pushed into the room a rather skinny and
homely nineteen year old. I was disappointed. How could this kid be
better than the hunk I had just dismissed?
The boy mumbled his name and began to shed his clothes. As his jockey
shorts dropped to the floor out flopped the most impressive piece of manmeat
I'd ever seen. I had no tape measure but I had no doubt that it was at
least eleven inches! Sprouting from that slender, immature body, it
looked almost grotesque.
I didn't let that thought deter me. I dropped to my knees to worship
it. He was already half hard. My tongue caressed that long dark hose of
flesh from its silky head back to the tiny patch of short, kinky adoles-
cent pubic hair from which it sprang. I kissed and licked it and felt it
become firmer and harder beneath my lips. Its size and weight were such
that it could never stand up fully; rather it jutted out from the boy's
youthful body in a long graceful arch.
My tongue swirled around the satiny head, my lips wrapped around the
turgid shaft, and I tried to slide down the dark length that stretched
before my eyes. There was no way I could get much over half of that thing
into my mouth and throat, eager though I was to swallow it all. I drew
back and tried again and again, sucking with all my might. By the little
moans and cries coming from above me I knew that the kid was enjoying my
efforts. Probably no one had ever engulfed more of his beautiful cock that
I was swallowing at that moment.
At last I lifted my head and began to kiss and lick slowly up his body.
The smooth flesh was fresh and sweet with that subtle aroma that only youth
can provide. We wrapped our arms around one another and kissed deeply
while our hard dicks ground together between our bellies. I had
certainly stopped thinking of the kid as homely!
Then, to my delight, he worked his way down my body until, on his knees, he
took my throbbing tool into his mouth and went to work on it like an old pro.
Aflame as I was, I couldn't have lasted long, so I pulled him up, guided him
to the bed, and we fell down into a sixty-nine position. He sucked expertly
on my stiff prick and slid his fingers into my ready asshole, I once more
licked up and down on that incredible column of black flesh. The clean,
musky smell of his crotch attracted me and I went on down to lick on his
smooth young balls. I slipped first one and then both into my mouth while my
hand continued to slide back and forth along the length of his huge cock.
Releasing his sweet nuts, I went on further and licked and lapped the
nearly hairless ridge of flesh between them and the tight pucker of
his asshole. I felt him doing the same to me, and shortly out stiff
dicks were rubbing against each other and our chests and bellies while we,
with our heads between one another's legs, plunged our hot tongues into
the inviting tunnels of love before us.
He pulled away at last and announced that he was ready to fuck me. My
mind knew there was no way I could take all that big fuckpole inside
me, but my excited pussy told my mind to shut up and give it a try. So I
got up, bent over the edge of the bed and spread my legs. He came behind
me, lifted that huge hunk of meat up and began to press it home. I made
him promise to stop when I told him I could take no more. I was thankful,
at least, that I was well spread open from my last trick and well lubri-
cated from the guy's wet tongue.
The cockhead slid past the gates and nestled inside. That part was
easy, but I braced for the long assault to come. Little by little he
advanced. His arms came around me and his hands grabbed my own dick and
balls, caressing gently. His smooth chest was against my back and his
warm breath sighed in my ear. Inside, I experienced wave after wave of
pleasure as his rigid rod invaded deeper and deeper into my body. Tingles
of delight spread out from my groin all the way to my toes, to my fingertips,
to the top of my head. I felt filled and possessed as never before.
Then, to my amazement, his hips came to rest against my butt and his wiry
little pubic bush was tickling my bum. I couldn't believe it! I'd taken the
whole damn thing and felt no pain at all.
The boy began to fuck me then, sliding way back and then thrusting for-
ward until every hot, throbbing inch was buried in my bowels. It was
ecstacy! Never had I felt so turned on, so utterly carried away with the
sensations of sex. I found myself pushing back to meet each forward thrust
of his hips and rotating my own so that the wondrous tool would scrape
against and stimulate every bit of my burning insides. Each time he
reached full penetration my bursting balls screamed for release and I
thought I would spurt cum. But somehow I held back.
Alas, it ended all too soon. After five of six minutes of pistioning his
insistent pile-driver in and out of me, I heard him cry out. He slammed
his skinny hips one last time against my ass, and his hot young cum erupted
deep inside me. That sensation was all it took. Every muscle in my body
seemed to contract, every nerve screamed in triumph, and my rock hard
cock, still clasped in the boy's firm grip, fountained a geyser of thick
white cum across the bed to splash on the wall beyond. My ass muscles
spasmed tightly around the tower of pulsating young flesh inside me, milk-
ing it of every drop of its sweet nectar.
His weight fell heavily against me and we tumbled forward onto the cum
spattered bed, our breath coming in short gasps and our bodies sheathed in
sweat. Heaven help me! Now I knew what my host meant when he said he "had a
better one for me."
He reached under me and turned me over on my side. His movements followed
mine so that we were both on our sides. He wrapped his arms around me and
kissed me on the neck. His dick was still hard inside me. He let out a
long sigh and held me closely to him. I luxuriated in the warmth of his
skin against mine. He cuddled his head against my neck and squeezed me
with surprising strength. I was drained from the past few hours and grew
drowsy as breathing became long and regular in my ear. His hand slipped
down my abdomen and cradled my dick and balls in his hand. I drifted
off contented with his warm hand squeezing my dick and his warm,
softening dick still inside me.
I awakened some time later. We must have slept for at least a few
hours because the sun was red against the wall and the evening breeze flut-
tered the curtains in the window. As my mind cleared from my nap, I
recalled the wild sex I had had earlier in the day. I felt the heat of a
body next to mine and heard the soft snoring of my partner. I looked
over my shoulder at the outline of the young man sleeping next to me. He
lay on his side with his head turned away from me. He had pulled the
sheet up to his neck and rolled over so that the cover clung tightly to his
body. I felt my dick stir at the sight. I rolled over and drank in the
sight of this beautiful man next to me.
It was pleasantly warm in the room so I slowly pulled the cover away from
him so that I could study his body. I realized that my earlier assessment
of him was a bit hasty. He was not a hunk in the same class as the first
guy, but he had more going for him than I had originally thought. He was
really beautiful. His smooth skin stretched over well developed muscles.
He had a build more like a runner than a wrestler. I studied the lines
and curves of his body. Carefully, so not to wake him, I placed my hand on
his shoulder and let it move down over the bicep and forearm. He
stretched and moaned in his sleep. I stopped exploring for a moment.
I didn't want to wake him yet! I wanted to be alone with his body for a few
more minutes. He settled down and I continued my exploration. I moved
my hand down his side and rested it against his warm tight ass. My dick
began to rise as I fondled his tight ass and firm thighs. I reveled in the
silky texture of his soft skin. He stirred again, snuggling his head into
the pillow and extending his legs. There, below his round asscheeks, I
could see his ball sack with the skin stretched tight around those
perfectly shaped globes. I've seen bigger in my life, but I sure wouldn't
complain, considering the monster tool these supported. I was still being
very careful. I wanted to awaken this one in my own time.
I stopped for a moment. I reached to my own crotch and stroked my own
hardon. It twitched and throbbed from my attention. I let it go and it
slapped against my belly. I returned my attention to my sleeping guest. I
put my hand back on his hip and let it slide into the valley of his inner
thigh. I slid my hand on down and around until I found what I was
looking for. His warm soft dick was stretched down the length of his legs.
I ran my fingers along its length. It moved a bit and began to thicken. I
gently tugged at his manmeat, trying to free it from the trap of his legs.
It came loose and fell to the mattress. I wrapped my hand around this
incredible tube and began to squeeze. His meat began to pulse and thicken
in my hand. I began slow, milking motions as his hose grew into that pole I
had enjoyed earlier.
I had become so intent at working his cock, that I had failed to notice
the change in his breathing. He didn't say a word, he just moved his arm
and hand back and down and took hold of my raging manpole. We lay there a
few minutes, stroking each other's tools and enjoying the mutual feelings.
His dick had stiffened to full length and was throbbing under my hand as I
stepped up the tempo of my strokes. I was ecstatic with the feel of his
cock. I reveled in the rough texture of the veiny surface. I circled his
erection with my thumb and forefinger and continued my stroking. I was
amazed by the ridges made by the blood engorged flesh of his cock. The kid
may have been young, but he had a man's bullcock. His stroking of my
cock became more intense. I released him from my grasp and slid my hand
slowly up his abdomen, up his chest and across one hard nipple. I
pulled slightly at his shoulder and he rolled over onto his back and spread
his long smooth legs slightly.
"You make me feel good, man," he said, with a husky voice and half
closed eyes. How could I have missed those eyes! They were shiny dark
agates which caught light and sparkled like light from the surface of a
pool. I really must stop rating the looks of my men when I'm irritated I
thought to myself, remembering my thoughts when he first came in. "I like
your feel," he said and flashed his dazzling grin. His hand squeezed my cock
again.
I was ready for this one! I pulled the covers completely away from our
bodies. I reached down and placed my hand on this inner thigh below his
balls and pulled his leg gently toward me. He made a low sound in his
throat. I rolled over him and pressed my body onto his. I made grinding
motions with my hips as our throbbing cocks met again between our bellies.
We were getting more excited by the second. He closed his eyes, spread his
legs even further apart, and raised his knees slightly and clamped my ass
with his legs. I almost came!
I lifted myself up and leaned back on my knees between his wide stretched
legs. For a few moments I was mesmerized by the sight of this stud moaning
and twitching beneath me. His eyes were still closed and made low growl-
ing sounds as he continued thrusting his hips. I was fascinated by the
incredible dark fuckmachine that curved up and far past his navel. His
hand moved down and he grasped his dick with those long fingers. The head
of his dick was shiny with precum juice which made a clear thread from his
piss slit to his upper abdomen. I shook off the spell and went to work.
I reached down, gently took his wrist and pulled his hand away from his
cock. His body tensed expectantly and he seemed to hold breath to see what
I would do to relieve his burning passion.
I swirled the saliva in my mouth, hefted his firepole and slipped my lips
around the perfectly shaped head. His whole body stiffened as I swirled my
tongue, mixing his precum and my saliva into a slippery lube. I figured I
couldn't take it all down my throat but I was going to work this piece as
best I could. I continued my up and down motions, taking in a little more
of him on each cycle. I kept adding saliva and he cooperated by adding more
precum. I slid the shiny shaft further and further into my mouth until the
head pushed against the back of my throat. He thrust his hips slightly and
pushed the head of that monster rod tighter against the my throat. He
wanted me to swallow that thing! Well, I was game! I would love to feel the
length of that magnificant organ jammed full length down my throat, but this
would take a little time. I may be able to swallow swords, but gulping
down ball bats takes a bit of planning.
I backed off and shook my head slightly to let him know that it was a
'no-go', at least for the moment. I gathered up more saliva and greased
that pole up for all it was worth. I loosened my lipgrip and bobbed up
and down. The saliva-precum lube built up thicker and oozed from the
corners of my mouth. I was ready to try again.
I took a deep breath and dropped my jaw again to open up the back of my
throat. His timing was perfect! I slid slowly down his shaft again and,
as his dickhead found the back of my throat, he raised his hips and thrust
upward applying gentle force to the ring of muscles. This is one hell of a
way to have a tonsillectomy, I thought! Something happened--this guy knew
his stuff and what to do with that stuff. He stuffed it, of course, and
the head and about an inch of that impossible staff slid down my throat.
My eyes watered and my jaws ached from the pressure. I backed off and
relubed his meat. I took another deep breath, relaxed my muscles as much
as possible, and went back for more. He responded and again my throat
accepted that battering ram. We managed to bury a couple more inches on
that try. I opened my eyes and stared down the length of cock that was
left to swallow. Who ARE you kidding, I thought.
We kept this up for a few more minutes, and I was just beginning to think
that I might really swallow the whole thing down to the base, when he
suddenly jerked in pain. "Teeth," he whispered and held himself very
still. Damn! I couldn't open wide enough to keep my teeth out of the way
and they were abraiding the sensitive skin. Fuck, I love these big poles
as well as anyone, but it is sure a frustration when you get a real thick
piece like this and you can't swallow without chewing up the sides. I
dropped my jaw as far as possible and slowly backed off. He sighed as the
head slipped back into my mouth. He was as disappointed as I. I wiped away
the tears, snot and lube juice and caught my breath. It may take some
practice, I thought, but I will manage to swallow something like that
someday. I went back to my mouth pumping. He relaxed and began thrusting
his hips again. I looked up to his face. His eyes were closed and his
mouth open slightly. I had this one in my power for sure! He was ready
for anything. Me too.
The slippery ooze from my sucking had run down his dick and coated
his balls. I ran my fingers lightly up and down the shaft coating them and
making them as slick as his cock. I continued to suck for all I was worth.
I slid my fingers down to his balls and then underneath. I grasped the
base of his cock under the balls and massaged the root of his dick. I
continued to move my exploring fingers down until I found what I was
looking for, that puckered ring of assmuscle. I paid closer atten-
tion to my cocksucking activities. I pressed my finger against his
asshole and waited to see what effect this would have on his cock. I was
rewarded with a loud moan and his cock got even harder. I wouldn't have
believed it could have gotten harder, but my mouth told me it did.
I continued to collect the lube we had made and spread it around his
asshole. He was purring and groaning as I massaged his tight hole. The
time arrived. I began a long, slow descent from the tip of his cock to as
far as I could go and at the same time, I inserted my finger into his
hot hole. His cock pulsed harder again. I held it in my mouth and
explored the ring of sphincter muscle just inside his asshole.
"That's it," he whispered, and groaned again. "You make me feel good. I
want to feel you in me."
I had loosened him up by quite a bit, but there was no way he was going to
take my raging 9 without a little extra lube. I backed off his cock and
he brought his hand back down and slowstroked it while I got the tube of
grease from the night stand. I started to squeeze a glob into my hand,
but he raised up and took the tube from my hand and proceeded to coat my
cock with a thick layer. He rubbed his warm hand up and down the length of
my cock as I applied a big dab of slippery into his waiting hole.
Now or never! I bent down and hooked by hands under his knees and
raised them up over my shoulders then moved my hands down his thighs and
pulled his ass into position. He arched his back and planted himself flush
against my shaft. I slid my cock up and down his asscrack, spreading the
grease around a bit. His eyes were closed again and he was moving his
lips as if he were saying something, but I didn't hear anything. I
grasped his hips and positioned myself for some serious assfucking. The
head of my dick found the waiting orifice, and I thrust forward slowly. I
watched his handsome face as the head of my dick penetrated the resisting
muscle. I heard the sharp hiss as he gasped. The sphincter ring clamped
onto my dickhead as it entered. A frown of pain crossed his features and
he clinched his teeth. I waited, there was no hurry! His face relaxed
again and he nodded ever so slightly for me to go on. I looked down at my
own stiff prong sticking into that dark opening. What a turn-on!
I watched as I slowly sank the rest into his accepting hole. I
stopped only when my pubes met his buttocks. I glanced in his face again.
His expression told me he was somewhere else. I began to pump slowly in and
out. He put his hands behind his head and tilted his chin up slightly.
He appeared to be listening to something. He was. He was listening to the
sensations I was sending from my thick hot cock. I increased my speed and
began to rock in and out. As he relaxed his ass more and more, I tried
running my fuckmuscle in at slightly different angles. I knew it was there,
I only had to find it. I continued exploring until he raised his head
and let out a groan of pain and pleasure. I had found the spot. I
grabbed his ankles, lifted them into the air and spread him wide. I was
going to work that spot for all it was worth. He twisted his head back and
forth and began groaning and moaning as my motions became more and more
intense. He grabbed his flopping cock and started some serious stroking.
He was panting and threshing around beneath me. I could feel my load
building as my cock battered his prostate.
I was ready to come, when he suddenly put his legs down and sat up with
my cock still wedged inside. He planted his big hands on my shoulders and
gently pushed me over onto my back. Skillfully, slowly, so as not to
dislodge my cock, he pulled his legs back and ended up sitting on my pole. I
looked down. The sight of my thick meat disappearing up into that ass
crack was almost more than I could take. He lowered his ass and I
watched the dick disappear. I suddenly forgot all that. His meat was
staring me dead in the eye. The piss slit was oozing again, and I could see
it bobbing up and down. He reached down and put his hands behind my head
and lifted slightly. I needed no instructions! I slid my mouth around that
pulsing pole and bobbed back and forth. He began bucking and riding the
pole in his own ass. Things were getting pretty noisy. We were both
panting and groaning our pleasure. This couldn't go on much longer at this
pace.
I cupped his balls with my hands and squeezed. His dick swelled and
became as hard as a tree limb in my mouth. This was it! We had held
back long enough. He sat down hard against my pubes, tightened his
muscles, and rocked back and forth. I felt the muscles in his cock
contract and force the cum down that long tube. As his load splashed into my
mouth, I raised my hips and shot deep inside. I tasted his sweet cum as
it continued to pour into my mouth. We stayed like that for a long
moment. Our dicks softened and our tense bodies relaxed. I was drained
from the exertion and so was he. He let my head down gently onto the
mattress and sat back. I pulsed my cock in his ass, and he moaned again.
Slowly he backed off and rolled over onto the bed. "You good, man," he
said. "You about the best I've had." We wrapped our arms around each other
and snuggled close. I had a sudden though. I looked into those forever
eyes and said, "What the hell is your name, anyway?" He laughed. "Just
call me Bob--when you call me," and he laughed again.
I had a few more days left in my stay in the islands. My host strutted
around like he had swallowed a canary. "I told you I had something bet-
ter," he teased, "And I can tell from the noise I heard that you were
in agreement." I couldn't deny that. He chattered on but my atten-
tion was elsewhere. I was trying to figure out how to get Bob, the other
hunk and I together.
When that happened, I'd treat my host some real noise!