Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2002 21:46:01 -0500
From: tom xx <jockwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: My First IML: Part 2

My First IML:  Part 2 (Daddy's Boys)
by Tom
jockwriter@hotmail.com
c. 2002

The muscleboy helped me into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Leaning against the back wall of the bathroom, I was still in a daze as I
watched him busily arrange the room.  He adjusted the temperature of the
water and laid out a towel.  He then lined up soap and shampoo along the
edge of the tub.  He placed a razor and shaving cream on the bathroom
counter.  Finally, turning around, he invited me into the healing waters.

I took a step forward and my knees buckled.  The muscleboy caught me before
I fell, and propping me under the shoulder, he slowly guided me towards the
shower.  I noticed for the first time we were the same height and had
practically the same build.

"What's your name?" I asked, expending the last of the little energy I had.

"John," he said in a voice that was far deeper and more powerful than I
expected.

"Tom," I said without being asked.

We both stepped into the shower and let the water pound against our skins
for a moment.  The warm water washed away the sweat and dry cum and seemed
to rejuvenate my body.  My leg muscles sprang back to life, and I was able
to stand on my own.  Sensing the change, John let go of me and started
gently soaping my arms and back.  His hands caressed my ass and very
tentatively probed between my cheeks.  I leaned against the wall and let
his strong hands explore my body.

As I stood there leaning with my head against the wall, he reached over to
the counter and grabbed the shaving cream.  Soon, my backside was all
lathered up.  With the skill of an expert barber, he quickly shaved off
what little hair I had on my back, ass and legs.  He then reached around to
my front and lathered up my chest and stomach.  I watched his strong hands
as he moved the blade over my body.  His movements were sensual, almost
erotic.  My skin became more sensitive, more alive, with each stroke.  He
used his free hand to wipe away the excess shaving cream and to massage the
freshly exposed skin.  Soon, all the little hairs were gone from my chest
and arms and formed a little puddle of hair, cream and water at my feet.
John then ran his cheek over each area that he shaved, confirming that
there was not one hair left and that my skin was now perfectly smooth.

Grabbing the soap, he again lathered up my body.  His hands seemed to
worship each of my muscles, following the cuts between each sinew and
tendon, stopping to feel the weight of each muscle, squeezing whenever I
flexed.  He playfully grabbed my nipples, lightly twisting each one, but
then moving quickly on to other areas of my body.  He lifted my pecs and I
let them bounce down for his amusement.  I flexed my tricep and he traced
the outline of the horseshoe-shaped muscle with his fingers.  He ran his
hand along my abs like he was doing laundry and we both smiled at the
thought.  His hands seemed to focus on my newly shaved ass, returning to it
time and time again.
  Each time, he got more daring as he explored the area between my
asscheecks.

"You'll want to be clean inside and out for Daddy Hank," John whispered
into my ear as he slipped a soapy finger into my hole.

My cock sprang back to life as John gently massaged my prostate.  He
slipped in a second finger, and I braced myself against the shower wall.
He added a third and I was amazed at how quickly my hole opened to
accommodate him.  He slowly and gently moved his fingers in and out causing
me to moan softly.  He continued his prostate massage and my balls pulled
up tight against my body.  My cock jerked and a drop of pre-cum dripped
out, stretching from my cock down to the shower floor.  Then, without
warning, my cock shot out three quick bursts of cum against the wall.  The
white spunk stayed there for only a moment before the shower washed it down
the drain.  Finally, he pulled his fingers out of my hole.  My dick stayed
hard.

I turned to face the muscleboy.  I reached down and grabbed one of his
meaty butt cheeks.  His ass was perfect: round from years of heavy squats
at the gym, muscular and firm and yet soft to the touch, smooth and
hairless.  My cock jumped as I explored the area between his cheeks.

"You should be clean inside and out for Daddy Hank also," I said grabbing
the soap from him.

I pushed my own soapy finger into his hole and couldn't believe how tight
it was.  I gently worked my finger in and out of his ass until I was deep
enough to reach his prostate.  As I massaged his prostate, he clamped down
on me even tighter.  For a while, I couldn't move my finger.  Gradually, I
was able to work my finger out of his hole and back in again.

I began to doubt he could ever take Daddy Hank's monstrous dick.  I was
sure it wasn't possible to be that tight after one of Daddy Hank's
reamings.  I wanted to know whether his ass could even open up wide enough
to be fucked.

"I should do this right or we might get Daddy Hank upset," I said with an
evil grin and spun him around.

I got a closer look at his ass, and my dick started to leak pre-cum.  I
pushed my finger in as far as it would go, and his assring seemed to relax
a bit.  Encouraged by this, I buried another finger in ass.

"I won't get you clean deep enough for Daddy Hank's monster dick using only
my fingers," I said.

Jerking my fingers out of his ass, I soaped up my dick.  I pressed the head
of my cock against his asshole, and it opened up and sucked me in.  His ass
was incredibly tight, but my dick didn't seem to cause him any discomfort.
I plunged all 8.5" of my dick deep into his ass.  John barely flinched.
His assmuscles held me tight and I couldn't move.  It was then that I
realized that this muscleboy was in control of every muscle in his ass and,
for the moment, he was in control of me.

He held me there in his ass for a while while I tried to pull out.  I
grabbed his nipples to use as leverage, mercilessly twisting and pulling at
them, hoping it would loosen up his hole.  It didn't work.

"Loosen up that ass, boy, so I can fuck the cum right out of you," I
growled into his ear.

His cock responded by jerking up and his ass released its hold on my dick.
Grabbing his asscheeks and spreading them wide, I pulled all the way out
and plunged back in.  John groaned loudly.  He then braced himself against
the shower wall and started furiously stroking his fat dick.  I slapped his
hand away from his dick and, taking his hands in mine, pinned him up
against the wall.

"No, boy!  I said I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you!"

I pulled out again and shoved back in so powerfully that his head bumped up
against the wall.  John moaned even louder.  I repeatedly fucked in and out
of his ass.

"How do you like it, boy?"

"Yeah, fuck me."

"You want it harder?"

"Yeah, harder.  Please fuck me."

I brutally tore into his ass.  His big 9" dick flopped around, slapping his
legs and stomach.

"You gonna scream for me, boy, when you come?  Let out a nice big scream
when you start shooting that white stuff?  Hungh?  Can you do that for me,
boy?"

He answered back a garbled "yes."

I let go of his hands and grabbed his nips.  I pulled down with all my
strength.  John's body went rigid and every one of his muscles flexed.  He
made a low guttural sound that turned into a scream.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

I kept banging his butt, never letting up for a moment.  He tried to grab
his big dick, but I quickly snatched his hands and pinned them back against
the wall again.  His dick got bright red, seemed to grow an inch in size,
and then finally started spraying cum all over the wall.  He let out an
unintelligible scream.  I kept forcing my dick in and out of his hole as
his ass clenched and grabbed at my dick with each burst of cum shooting
from his cock.

Finally, I pulled out and spun him around.  His cock was still shooting cum
as I forced him to his knees.  I stroked my cock a couple of times before
shooting my load all over his face.  The first shot sprayed on to his right
cheek.  I quickly moved over to make certain that the next shot hit him on
his left cheek.  Then, I let shot fly on to his nose and slide down to his
mouth and chin.

"Fuck yeah, boy! Fuckin' take my cum!"

My last shot hit him in the forehead.  Using the head of my dick, I spread
my cum to the areas of his face that I had missed.  Cum dripped from his
face down to his chest and on to the shower floor.  His face was covered in
my cum.

"Are you boys finished having fun in there?" we heard Daddy Hank calling
from the other room.  "Hurry up! We gotta get going!"

I gave John a sly smile and helped him off of the shower floor.