Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2006 14:20:48 -0800
From: joe69orforg@yahoo.com
Subject: I STILL MISS HIM #7

Foreword: This is, perhaps, a finale to my tales of years of pleasure and
frustration in my encounters with Pat. My horoscope is advising me to close
old chapters and get a new start in my life. Although I'm still feeling a
sense of loss, it's just as well that I wash that man right outta my hair
and send him on his way. But is pinning hopes on the revival of an even
older story a smart move on my part? Tell me, Miss Manners, what's a horny
man to do?

I STILL MISS HIM #7

NOT!

By Horny Joe

After a long dry period, Pat's IM presence began popping up again on my
screen. He did not send me any messages, but I knew from past experience
that he often surfed all over the place. But the devil finally seized my
dick and I sent him a quick inquiry:

hornyjoe69: hey, pat, u in town?

His almost immediate answer came up:

pppxxx: no, I'm out in the desert

My sense of disappointment was palpable:

hornyjoe69: oh, 2 bad--I had some free time and thot we might get together

His terse answer was not unusual:

pppxxx: call me in a few days--I'll be back in town

I wanted to prolong the conversation with some of my usual filler stuff:

hornyjoe69: whaddya been up 2? been getting any?

His typical answer came right back:

pppxxx: no, been staying in mostly--u?

Except for a few furtive gropes in the showers at the gym, my reply was
true:

hornyjoe69: been celibate except 4 lotta solo wankin--sure need a big
injection

His variations on a theme sounded so familiar:

pppxxx: u need to find someone from your old farts group to join us--then
I'll watch him fuck you--then I'll b second

My reply was also a variation on a theme:

hornyjoe69: I'll see what I can do, but don't see many very exciting
possibilities there; sure wd luv 2 have u cum by and unload that big gun

His close was one I could have written from memory:

pppxxx: call me and we'll see when we can get together, bye

Sure, Pat, I have been blowin' in the wind. I'd been rejected by experts
before, and only my dearth of action had allowed me to beg for more. A
desperate man is as one dying of thirst.

I clicked off and went on with my morning surfing. Always a lot of
'promising' propaganda filled with BS. I didn't see any really new or
arousing letters or profiles. I did have a new note on a senior link that
seemed worth a reply, so I wrote a short promotional response and sent it
on its way.

When the mail came, there was an old, old return sticker on one of the
pieces, along with a ton of junk mail. It was from a guy I'd had a short,
hot fling with many long years ago at a gang bang out in the desert. A
regular group that met monthly for an orgy in a private home carried a
notification of date and a phone number to call for the next party. There
must have been 30 guys ranging in age from below 30 to seventysomething who
had responded to the monthly invitation of young/old. A rather attractive
younger guy gave me a rush and we chatted briefly before he sat in my lap
and rubbed his buns invitingly across my crotch. I was responding when
another older guy walked by and bent over to plant a big wet kiss on the
guy in my lap. After a few short murmurs, my prospect joined hands with the
intruder and the two disappeared into another room.

A husky black bear had been making eye contact with me--couldn't have been
all that much younger than I, but I had a thing for dark meat, so I winked
and patted the empty chair next to me. He moved over and introduced
himself, Hungry Ham, I thought he said was his name--an ex-pro athlete who
was still in pretty good shape--firm body, taller than my 6-2, and heavier
by 20 or so pounds, all hard body where mine was pudgy. Our exploratory
schmooze showed us both to be horny and looking for action. He lived
nearby, but I'd driven 125 miles for this party, so I had high hopes. We
exchanged some touching, feeling, groping as we chatted idly about our
vitas--the ones we all create for just such occasions. Soon we went to the
kissing and more determined groping. His big, soft lips and thick tongue
sent messages of unmistakable desire. We drifted off to a bedroom with only
four other guys already in flagrante delecto; since it was still early in
the evening, total nudity all the way all the time hadn't yet become de
riguer.

We helped each other strip down, and when my newest buddy dropped his
drawers, I gasped to myself. That athlete's body was a dream come true with
large protruding nipples, only a light dusting of body hair, other than a
big patch surrounding a thick, longish cock and bulging balls. Even
flaccid, this probe gave me pause. It would be a stretch, even after Pat's
generous endowment. Even though I tell myself that I am not a size queen, I
do find an outsize cock to send hot jolts of lightning through my body as
it finds its way deep inside me. Ooooooohhhhhh.

We stood face to face, embracing and pressing our bodies together. I
pinched his nips, and he pushed himself into my timid fingers. I pinched
harder and twisted them. He bumped against me harder and growled. We began
a long, deep kiss that caused two hard rods to press against each other,
his into my belly. He was almost a half-foot taller, and I shoved my
drooling piece between his thighs below his balls, coarsely bagged and
crinkly-haired. We put everything we knew into our stand-up position,
sighs, murmurs, hums, agitated pelvii, flowings of abundant clear nectar,
groping hands and prying and squeezing fingers. We seemed to be pretty
evenly matched in our limited repertoire, so we just worked slowly on
building a sense of desire. He broke our kiss and pulled back to kneel
before me and clamped his capacious lips around my
throbber. Yyyyeeeeaaaahhhh, I sighed. Feels like more. I gave him a few
encouraging thrusts as he gobbled hungrily and squeezed my balls pretty
hard. I reached down and worked his nips. The rougher I got, the more force
he put into his sucking, burying my length in his mouth and making a hot
tunnel of his lips and tongue.

The two guys at work on the bed had scrunched over, and Ham pushed me down
onto the bed. I lay back and opened my legs so that he could work on my
aching crotch. His tongue and lips sent waves of heat surging through my
body from my balls outward in every direction. The regret of knowing that
the rules of the group prohibited assfucking did not deter my aching
desire, and his probing tongue told me that I could enjoy everything
but. We grappled and thrashed around until I reversed ends and found his
thick pole jutting straight out from his crotch. I loosened my jaw and
began working my way down a large plum of a glans, shiny and smooth, partly
sheathed but easily uncovered to a prominent ridge and deep under cleft. My
lips encircled the corona and my tongue abused his cleft. He thrust his
pelvis up into my face and his crinkly patch scratched my nose as I worked
excitedly on a still-hardening prong. He had re-engaged my cock as we
curled sideways in a 69, both pulling hard with practiced vacuum-producing
oral cavities. The exertion after a while made us both sweaty, and our duet
of appreciation drowned out the ecstatic sounds emanating from all four
other men practicing advanced fellatio and whatever else short of penile
insertion in anal pores could be devised. I could sense Ham's approaching
ejaculation by a stiffening of his body and vigorous upthrusting of his
rock hard cock. I bobbed my head more vigorously and tightened my lips and
tongue in an effort to draw his nuts out through his urethra. I was nearing
a raging climax myself and hoped we'd arrive at mutual eruptions, but Ham's
load came blasting out in a gusher, accompanied by his loud Uuuuhhhh,
AAAAAAhhhh, OOOOOOhhhhh grunts. I love a demonstrative partner. The bursts
of his thick, hot cum came in big mouthfuls that kept me gulping to capture
all he was giving me. Wow! Whatta bull this guy was! He just kept cumming
and giving loud voice to each succeeding eruption. The joy of my taking his
load released my own, and I gave voice to my pleasures as he had done. I
really thought that he might suck my cock right off my body. I was inspired
by his generous outpouring and surprised myself with a prolonged
emission. Mmmmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmmm.

We were both pretty well drained at the final eruptions and lay quietly,
cocks still firm in hot, warm mouths for a while. Later, we lay snuggled
spoon style whispering and murmurming. Two of our roomies vacated the
premises, and two new arrivals took their place on the other side of the
bed. The other two had chosen to remain on the floor. They seemed dedicated
to rimming most of the time. Different strokes, I always say. There was no
hint of an interest in switching partners. We all seemed to be intent on
staying with the guy what brung us, so to speak. I had found a diamond too
precious to surrender, and he seemed to have no interest in sampling other
participants in a wide-open orgy. That seemed to be going on in another
room for those who liked to square dance, switching partners do-si-do'ing
and whatever else occurred to a roomful of naked, sweaty bodies. Now don't
get me wrong. I enjoy a scene with a lotta switching when the occasion is
right, but I'd met a dream on two thick legs--the kind I'd dreamed of since
my youthful days in the navy chasing roundeye with a gang of black stewards
mates and a couple of gym rats. Dark meat was a delicacy in my menu of
distinguished dining.

Our second round required a bit more exertion on my part. Ham came three
more times while he brought a second burning emission of regenerated cum
from my neglected body. It would take time for me to match this cum bucket,
and I looked forward to a period of prolonged practice. By evening's end
(earlier for me than most of the guests, since they either lived nearby or
had arranged to stay overnight. I intended to drive home. Had I known what
I'd find on my first visit, I might have made better arrangements.) We
discussed the long drive, and Ham told me that he owned a house in the town
where I lived and that he would be spending some time in my area in a
couple of months.

Much as I would have enjoyed a more prompt reprise, I tried to be
practical. Limited portions of prime pud were like gourmet meals--to be
enjoyed in moderation. I was good at rationalizing. Besides, in those days
I had a steady stream of referrals from a guy I knew locally who ran ads in
the personals sections of every gay men's magazine. Aside from the couple
of often-enough repeats that a friend called my 'tawdry assignations', I
was content with a steady string of newbies--some regulars of my overbooked
friend. Whenever I found an evening hanging heavy on my time, I could drop
by a local gay bar and entice someone to dally a while or maybe even
overnight. I was in my exploratory mode at the time; playing the field, I
believe it's called. Something special like Ham was the frosting on the
cake; the big red bow on a generous gift.

True to his word, Ham called me in a couple of months from his rental
property. He had come to refurbish a nice home within a mile of me between
tenants. It was a luxurious place, completely furnished and popular with
rich vacationers from colder climes. He gave me instructions for getting
through the gate in this exclusive community, and when I rang the bell, He
met me at the door in a red silk lounging robe. We lost no time in
formalities. As we embraced, I stroked his cannonball shoulders through the
slinky fabric, then followed the contours of his lats down to his hard
asscheeks. We kissed passionately and he thrust his big erection against
me. Only the sheer silk covering separated him from my hungry grasp. I left
a trail of clothes from the front door into the master bedroom as he led me
through the house.

A king size bed dominated a long wall of a roomful of luxurious
surroundings, the covers turned back invitingly. Ham lay down on the bed,
stretched out in his gigantic hunkiness, his big pole pointing at a distant
ceiling. I seized the invitation and fell to enveloping the broad and rigid
protuberance with my slobbering mouth. I recalled his appetite for tit
abuse and set about hammering his pecs, pinching and pulling on his nips
and eliciting groans of pleasure from my black Adonis. I let my intense
desire out full for all of this man I could eat. His own appetite seemed to
be the equal of mine, and we reversed positions and anatomical tastings
with abandon. How I drank in this black Charles Atlas in all his
glory. (Does that date me or what?) I wanted to sample every square inch of
this glorious body. His ears, his mouth, his chest, his belly, that broad
expanse of dark skin stretched from his shoulders to his heels, across a
beautiful set of buns good enough to eat. Before I could even sample this
delightful banquet, he began his own exploration of my bulk. His touch was
so arousing that I gave vent to my great excitement with sighs and groans
and gasps and moans and whines, accompanied with a full score of body
movements intended to encourage his seeking every sensitive spot on my
flesh.

I gave full attention to his vast crotch, so filled with enticing
parts--thighs to lick, crotch joints to suck, a tantalizing asscrack, a
nutsack to squeeze, a penile pole to ride upon and and and. As I sucked
greedily on that tantalizing proboscis, I searched with spidering fingers
for his hidden hole and found it to his accompanying AAAAHHHHHH. "Fuck me,"
he urged. A container of lube was thoughtfully placed on a nearby
nightstand. I used a generous amount on my throbbing cock and slipped my
fingers inside his tight hole to ease my way. He lay spread-eagled on his
back, and I knelt between his legs, thinking to raise his hips and slide
inside. Wrong! He was just too big and heavy for me to assume a
legs-over-the-shoulders position. He moved to kneel on the floor at the
edge of the bed, his torso across the mattress. I straddled behind him,
standing in a semi-crouch to align myself with his meaty ass, spreading his
cheeks to expose his pucker. It was a strangely small opening surrounded by
radiating lines pointing in toward a finite target. I rubbed the length of
my cock up and down his asscrack as he groaned tantalizingly,
Mmmmmmmmm. Just the contact of my rod against his inviting anatomy sent
surges of quivering desire through me. "Oooooohhhhh, fuck me," he said
again.

I steered my shiny glans to the center of his hungry hole and firmly pushed
with my pelvis. It was a very tight ring, and I gave several determined
thrusts before he opened enough for me to start to penetrate him. When the
corona of my cockhead was past the sphincter and my stem started submerging
into his tunnel, I felt a great vibration of his heavy bulk. "Aaaaahhhhhh,"
he sighed. He was a tight fit, and I felt his walls grasping me as I
continued my firm, deliberate push ever deeper inside him. "Ooooooohhh,
more," he said. I pushed against his resistance and felt him contracting
around my pressing stem, milking me as I went to the root and felt my balls
against him. "Yeahhhh," he exulted. "I want it all. Ride me hard." The
feeling was one of warm, moist envelopment around my throbbing cock,
tightly grasped inside him, a swelling surge of heat radiating from inside
him and into my own body. He humped back against me as he urged my thrusts,
slow and deliberate withdrawal and an equally slow and deliberate pushing
back to total depth. I gave a series of short thrusts to bring up the
tensions in my own hungry passions, and we joined in a duet of quiet joy,
"Hmmmm, hmmmmmm, huuuummmm." As we mirrored one another's stimulation, I
felt him milking and stroking my throbbing member as I rode his rump. My
cock felt like a steel missile driving in and out of his grasping tunnel,
hurling out thunderbolts and receiving echoes back into my pit. I reached
under his body and grasped his rigid cock, pouring out a copious flow of
nectar. "Aaaaaaahh," he uttered a sound of satisfaction. "More, more." We
both joined our efforts in the process of building mounting pressures
inside, each sensing the other's stage of excitement.

As our desires drove us toward an ultimate climax, I began a rapid series
of hard hits against him. "Hhhnnnnnnn, hhhnnnnnnn, hhhnnnnnn," sounded off
with each stroke. His ass answered back. Inside, I felt the growing tension
coalescing into an explosive surge of my cream of life, its insistent
course out through my urethra and gushing into his
gut. "Ggggggaaaaaahhhhhh, ggggggaaaaaahhhhhh, ggggggaaaaaahh," I signaled
my eruption. "Oooohhhhh, ooooohh, oooooohhhh," he answered. I emptied my
nuts in his guts and lay motionless while my heartbeat slowed to a more
normal rate.

"That was nice," he murmured as we lay side by side. "I haven't been fucked
in a while, and it felt so good again."

"Probably no longer than the last time since I fucked," I sighed. While it
was true that I had been entertaining a few callers in the recent past, a
good, serious prolonged fuck had been a while back. "You are really
something special," I added. "You are so responsive that it makes the whole
thing more fun."

"I just knew from our last meeting that we had a lot more for each other,"
he remarked. "I was so looking forward to being alone with you so that we
could go farther."

I nodded and added, "Oh yes, I'm so glad that you called. I've been feeling
horny and unsatisfied lately. You just filled a big empty spot." I reached
over to grasp his tumescent cock. "Feels ready to fill me up with a heavy
load."

He directed me to lie with my back to him, and he raised my top leg high
into the air. He inserted two big fingers inside my hungry hole, lubed me
inside and spread more on his gigantic pole. He lay on his side, head to
foot against me and pressed himself against me, pressing his big plum head
at my sphincter. I tried to relax as much as possible to allow his
insertion, but it took him several determined tries to open my neglected
hole to his oversize probe. Gradually he progressed until I felt strong
pressure overcoming my resistance, and the initial pain of that large ram
pushing through my tight clamp. "Ooooooohhhh," I muttered. "Take it slow. I
haven't had a cock this big in a long time." He was patient but insistent,
and I felt his ridge break through and my tight hole clamp around the cleft
behind it. He just kept pushing, and it was like an irresistible force
overcoming an immovable object as he drove inside my tunnel. It was like
swallowing a big log, and my guts raged at the
invasion. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," I involuntarily gasped. "Biiiggggg." I'd
almost forgotten the sensation of having an over-large cock invading my
innards. I thought back to a similar experience with the gunner in my navy
days. Throughout my life, his had been the standard by which I judged all
other men's cocks--big, thick, long and rigid as a pipe. Ham's was not as
long, but it felt like a double-thick probe as it forced its way deeper
inside me. When he was in to the root of his plug, he just pressed firmly
and made tight circles to stir my guts with it. "Yeeeahhhhh," I urged
him. "I want a ton of your cum inside me. Gimme all you got."

My tunnel gradually adjusted to the stretching force of his diameter, and
he began an exploration of various stimulating motions, short, slow pumps,
longer drives in and out. My sphincter nerve endings were screaming erotic
messages through my body. "Ooooohhhhh yeah!" I cried out as he drove a
thunderbolt through me. "Do it again!" Oh yes, size counts. Technique
counts even more, and Ham was a practiced user of his penile bomb. He had
the explosive force of a blockbuster as he took his range of driving
thrusts inandout inandout and my body adapted to the sensation of being
host to a huge foreign body building forces of tension destined to
culminate in an indescribable sensation. As we joined our movements, I felt
him grow even bigger and harder--it was a sure signal that I was being
prepared for Vesuvius. I had shifted into an automatic mode that allowed my
body to respond to every nuance of this enormous stimulation. I was a
spectator on a wild ride that just grew and grew until he uttered a series
of sounds. "Heeee, hhhhee, huuuuhhhhh, hhhhhhuuuuuhhhh," for at least ten
separate bursts of his ejaculation. His ton of cum was surging a hot, thick
syrup inside my guts, and as he drove each spasm with a hard thrust of his
pelvis, I imagined the gusher flooding deep inside me, though I felt more
keenly the shock of his body hurling his explosive force into my insatiable
appetite for his big dark meat. I felt the warm cream seeping back outside
between his thick, firm stalk and my tight sphincter. My thighs were
covered with the overflow and it still kept coming.

After he had stopped his expulsion of mancream, he lay quietly behind me,
lowering my leg, but leaving his still-hard pole buried in my hole. I
flexed my tunnel and reveled in the sensation of this enormous plug that
still radiated a glow of warm fullness. I gave short, firm pushes against
him, working to encourage the retention of his erection. He chuckled
quietly and responded by answering thrusts that suggested more to come. He
whispered to me that I should try to turn onto my stomach and retain him
inside me through the maneuver. For a big man, he was amazingly agile, and
somehow helped reposition his bulk as I slowly and carefully turned onto my
belly and felt his full weight bearing down above me. I felt as if I could
live the rest of my life with this gigante pole stretching my hole and
crowding my insides. The feeling of fullness was like a warm, full hardness
filling me and radiating waves of contentment. I hummed my comfort and
moved my ass back and forth to stimulate still-hungry desires waiting for
more fulfillment. He began a series of varying thrusts--short, fast jabs
followed by some long, slow drives as I hummed a tune of contentment at the
raging flood of stimulation his piston was pounding into my
body. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaahh. I was living my
fantasy with no end in sight when he abruptly gave a heavy thrust to the
bone and more pulsations of quarts of cum gushing into my
insides. Hhhhnnnnnnnn, hhhnnnnn, HHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNN. He lay quiet and
motionless as he ceased his contractions. My feeling was still that of
having a huge foreign object crowding my guts and radiating hot waves of
delight through me.

I was reluctant to have him withdraw and flop down beside me. We hugged and
kissed, whispered thoughts of satisfaction, commented on how nice it was
that we had no time constraints, no house rules and nobody else to
consider. The early afternoon drifted into dusk as we pursued our journey
of exploration--of one another and our own imaginations. We found it
fruitful to try angles, positions, areas of stimulation, some time out in
the shower, though even that eventuated in more penile insertions and
vigorous oral stimulation. During our indolent recreation, we sucked and
fucked as long as our bodies would tolerate. I found several different ways
to penetrate his desirable ass, and he was not satiated until he had cum
with three more vigorous explosions. During rest periods, we shared life
stories and continued touching, feeling, tantalizing. It was an
unbelievable situation of two well-matched sexual navigators who were
incredibly in tune.

But as all good things must end, I ultimately gathered up my scattered
clothes and left him with a promise of a repeat within a reasonable period
of time. The promise was fulfilled when Ham called me only a couple of
months later with the explanation that his tenants had been short timers
vacationing from Indonesia and that he would be in town for two days to
prepare for a long-term leasee. He generally brought in household services
that he supervised in the mornings, and we spent each afternoon and on into
evening finding yet more rewarding ways to stimulate each other's
libidos. We both seemed to take it for granted that these interludes would
continue on into the indefinite future. We had just discovered something
valuable that geography prevented from becoming a more permanent
arrangement. Somehow, the months turned into years, and we had only
sporadic contacts by mail or phone as both our lives took many new
turns. On a couple of occasions, we even had made plans to meet and then
had to cancel out for reasons I can't remember now.

Then, after thirteen years, I had received a card with a brief note that he
was staying in a nearby motel for several days and included his cell phone
number. I had some commitments that I could not change, but had one day
clear and so sent him a note that I'd call him on the day I was free to see
if he'd be available. Interestingly enough, just as I was reaching for the
phone, it rang, and it was Ham saying that he couldn't remember who was to
call whom. We made plans to meet in a couple of hours.

I drove down to the motel and hurried to his room, knocked on the door, and
it swung open. I looked inside but saw what appeared to be an empty room. I
took a step inside and looked behind the open door. There was my black
adonis, naked and pointing in my direction with his jutting probe. We
embraced and kissed deeply as I stroked his naked back and asscheeks. "Make
yourself comfortable," he invited. I lost no time in stripping. Man, was I
ready for a romp with this guy. He led me to the turned-down bed and we
started grappling. Every touch of his skin sent hot waves through me, and
when I grasped his rigid cock, I just shuddered. I wondered whether I could
take it after a long dry period. He was eager to get into heavy stuff, and
so was I. He got behind me as I lay on my side and started to push his big
rod against my tight hole. Nothing gave. I told him that he'd need some
lube to get through because I hadn't been fucked in a long time. He left
the bed and brought back some body lotion and spread it wetly on his probe
and my ass. Then he began a determined thrusting, and I tried my best to
relax and open up. I so wanted the sensation of that huge log deep inside
me that I'd have taken it if it split me wide open. Finally, a little
loosening allowed him to start pushing deeper. It hurt pretty good, but I
just grunted. Nnnnnnn. Oh man, did it burn, but I wanted to feel his girth
now. "Push," I urged him. "Get inside me." He kept going, and little by
little I opened up and felt a big blunt instrument stretching my dry
tunnel. Ooooooohhhhhh it hurt so good. I thought that it must have doubled
in size since we last went this route. I'd have taken him, even if he had
been a whalecock (which it very much felt like he was. I don't remember
ever being so ambivalent about taking a big cock in my ass--I had to resist
mightily telling him to stop. Fortunately I endured, for in good time, the
pain gave way to pleasure and feeling his log deep in me was sooooooo great
again.

Ham hadn't lost any of his deft touch in making his cock send me messages
of intense joy. As he continued to vary his movements, I regained the warm
and exciting feelings that I remembered from so long ago. I wondered how I
had been able to settle for Pat after having had this experience. Well, I
suppose in the same manner as I had gone from the gunner in my youth to
other less accomplished and satisfying men. It reminded me of the little
Catholic boot buddy who had told me his analogy to the varying size of milk
bottles and how each one contained its capacity. It didn't seem the least
bit incongruous that we'd been talking about why a priest gave his entire
life to the church and he expected only to be a lay member if everyone were
to be rewarded with the joy of their being. In my somewhat confused
thinking, I envisioned myself today as being a gallon milk jug being filled
with an outstanding load. At other times, I was a half pint getting the
most from another man who was capable of giving only just so much
pleasure. Did I fit that analogy in the minds of my partners over the
years? It gratified me to know that Ham was as pleased with my
ministrations as I was with his. And wasn't that nice?

When intense pleasure had erased the earlier pain and Ham was piledriving
his log deep inside me, I was groaning and gasping and urging "More! MORE!!
MMMMOOOOORRRRRRRE" And he was heaving his heavy body against me with
gusto. Oh, man, was it hot. Wild impulses were jolting through my body with
every hit he made. ZZZZITTT, ZZZZZZIIIIITTTTT!!! I was happy that he had
such staying power, for I wanted him to ride me hard and put me away
wet. How I had gone so long without this enormous pleasure was hard to
imagine. But eventually Ham went into a veritable frenzy of hard driving
and heavy hitting that turned my erotic receptors into overload. When he
uttered his typical climactic sounds, I joined him. "UUUUUHHHH!
UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!! UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHAAAAH!!!" Wow, did he ever shoot a
sustained gusher. It just went on and on. And when I thought he was
finished, he rendered me a strong coda and more climactic fireworks.

After a long period of cooling down, we embraced and enjoyed the deep
kissing that served as a lagniappe after such a powerful manfuck. I thanked
him for being such a great fucker, and he just hugged me against him. I
told him that I was sorry we'd let one another drift away for so long, and
he just brushed it aside. He asked me if I was going to fuck him, and we
worked some on a good position, ending with his kneeling on the edge of the
bed with me behind and above in order to make the angle of the dangle equal
the heat of the meat. My cockhead was really tender and his tight sphincter
resisted, but I gritted my teeth and just shoved inside him. How good it
felt to be buried again to the root in such a hot ass. I thought back in
wonder that in the thirteen years we'd missed, I'd had only one other black
bud. And here I was, brought up on a generous share of earlier black
buddies. Oh yeah, there'd been one guy who'd come by a time or two and then
we'd met at a gathering of men at an orgy, but I'd had only one good black
man who had a certain something--a secret ingredient . I suppose I'd always
carried the milk bottle theory around, as I had few compunctions about not
putting guys into various boxes labeled 'color' or 'age' or 'size'.
Fortunately, I rarely found a man that I didn't enjoy playing with. Most
often, it was the attitude of my various partners that determined the
intensity and duration of our contacts.

I did want to give Ham all that I could, because of his natural intensity
in giving me so much.

We had a long and pleasant afternoon, and Ham gave me several more
rewarding climaxes. What endurance he still had. I regretted not being able
to match his power, but was grateful that he enjoyed going and going. The
energizer bunny couldn't compare with him. We also enjoyed catching up on
the lost years and talking about getting together frequently in the
future. Ham still had properties in the area that he was taking more
interest again and needed to visit occasionally. The beautiful house we'd
used years ago was now out on a long-term lease, but Ham was content with
his motel room, and it was good for me to have a private place to enjoy our
depredations. He told me that he had some business that would bring him
back in a month or so. I'll be anxiously awaiting his next visit.