Date: Wed, 02 Feb 2000 20:54:32 -0500
From: Paul <norseman@mail2.gis.net>
Subject: "Just Sex"

The following story depicts graphic sex acts between males. If gay sex is
offensive to you or illegal at you location, or if you are a minor, read no
further.

This is my third story posting. If you like it, great, I'd love to hear
what turned you on.  Don't copy or repost.  It isn't nice.

"Just Sex"

His tongue found that cluster of skin and nerve endings just under the
crown of my dickhead.  I started to moan.  He started to nibble. I know
that we circumcised guys supposedly have less sensitivity there than our
uncut counterparts, but if I had any more sensitivity under the rim, I'd
have been screaming.  I was only half-hard at the outset of this oral
assault, but now my hard seven and a quarter incher was probably pushing
seven and a half.  Descriptions like ramrod and steely column come to
mind. I was standing beside the bed and my every instinct wanted to bend my
knees and get those hips thrusting, but that would have moved my dickhead
away from his nibbling mouth, so I stood absolutely, agonizingly still.

He was lying naked on his stomach across the bed, propped up on his elbows
for the proper angle of oral attack.  This position was giving me a view
that would have made me hard even without the oral onslaught.  Beyond his
head of long, dark hair, he had broad bare shoulders, remarkable
considering he was otherwise pretty hairy.  Maybe he shaved.  His upper
back was laid out like two broad slabs of muscle tapering to his waist.
This position seemed to exaggerate the proportions and made his waist seem
impossibly small.  The best part was his ass.  I know, isn't it always ?
He clearly knew where to get a tan without a bathing suit, so his toned
skin flowed unbroken right up over the mounds of his ass. Again, his
position was forcing his belly into the bed, so his ass rose improbably
high.  His dimpled ass cheeks were well defined: huge, tight and lightly
dusted with hair.

Suddenly he changed strategy and popped my dripping head in his mouth,
licking around the entire head and popping the head in and out of his taut,
teasing lips.  He was steadying and restraining my organ with both fists,
Yup, I'm big enough for two hands, but I still couldn't thrust with his
tight grip.  I could reach though, and reached for the luscious ass with
both hands, each hand kneading a muscular cheek.  They were indeed all
muscle.  He shifted his focus long enough to squeeze his ass cheeks
together and thrust his hips upward, falling back and apparently
repositioning his dick under his belly.  I placed one hand in the tight
small of his back and ran my other hand in the valley of his ass, finding
it moist and warm.  He contracted his muscles again, and suddenly it felt
like my hand was caught in a vise.  Maybe the anal exploration was
unwelcome.  Before I could ponder this any further, he rolled over on his
back.

"Let me at your nuts", he growled.

I knelt up on the edge of the bed and spread my legs, letting my testicles
dangle just over his nose and darting tongue.  My dick would normally be
perpendicular with a good hard-on, but it was well beyond that, almost
vertical, with a light flow of pre-cum flowing down the shiny shaft.  He
popped my lower-hanging left nut into the warmth of his mouth and tugged,
released and then did the same with the right one, his nose nuzzling the
tender space at the root of my cock.  I sank a little lower, trying not to
suffocate him, but to enjoy that extra bit of stimulation in that hot spot
everyone forgets.

As if the mouth play wasn't enough, I had a new visual feast laid out
before me with him on his back.  My hands started to wander and explore.
His chest was as proportionally large as his back and even broadened in
this position as his large arms were extended flat out over his head and
wrapped around my legs to hold me in place by my ass cheeks. The mounds of
his pec's defied gravity and rose defiantly from his chest.  Dark hair
radiated from his oversized nipples at the bottom of each rise, the nipple
size somewhat disguised as they began to blend in with his perfect tan.
His chest was rising and falling with his deep breathing, his rippled gut
pumping his diaphragm up and down with each breath.  His circumcised cock
was as impossibly hard as mine.  It actually hung in the air over his tight
stomach, throbbing with his heartbeat, but never sagging enough to lay on
his flat, rippled belly.  His tool was a decent size.  Not a horsecock, but
plenty big enough to hit all the right spots.  What amazed me about it
though was that it was still dry.  Not a trace of pre-cum.  I reach out to
touch it, lightly grazing the prominent veiny ridge that ran from the
underside of the head to his loose ballsack.  This prompted him to stop
nibbling on my balls long enough to say,

"Grab it, goddam it.  Squeeze it hard !"

Never disappoint a guy with your dick in his mouth or your cock in his
fist.  Its a rule.  I grabbed his dick by the base with one hand, gathering
up his nutsack at the same time, forming a one handed cockring.  His
dickhead grew larger and darker and the veins stood out on the side of his
shaft.  It looked like it would burst, but out came the first drop of
precum from the tip.  I gathered it up with my freehand, rubbed it around
the now-glistening head, and brought it to my lips for a taste.  A little
salty, but not bad.  Oops, my dick and balls were swinging free suddenly
and he was moaning almost like he was in pain.  I guess my actions were
distracting his actions.

"You bastard !  Don't stop...." I warned.

He must have known about the rule too because suddenly his large hands were
pulling my ass cheeks apart and his talented tongue found its way along the
trail from my balls to the rosebud of my ass.  Yipee, a rim job.  This guy
wasn't afraid to really go for it.  I leaned forward to give him better
access to my puckered, tingling hole, which coincidentally put my face in
touch with his rod.  I'd like to say I dove on that throbbing piece of meat
until it tickled its way by my tonsils.  He probably would have liked that
too.  Unfortunately my gag reflex limited me to a pleasant tour of his
throbbing dickhead.  He wasn't complaining, in fact he was humming with
pleasure, which in turn became my pleasure as it made it feel like a
vibrator had been added to the rimming.  It was pretty obvious the way this
one was heading.  I had the juiced up asshole and he had the wet and
dripping cock.  Nope, this was not the way I wanted it to play out.  Maybe
later, after I got what I wanted.  Time for a change.

"Roll over.  I want your ass".

There, that was pretty straight forward.  Low and behold, roll over he did,
dropping to his elbows, spreading his legs, and raising his ass, presenting
me with those incredible cheeks and a huge set of balls dangling below his
crack.  Wow, where to begin?  I reached to the night stand drawer and
grabbed a tube of lube, spreading those firm cheeks and running a running a
ribbon from the base of his spine right down to his balls.  No reason to
skimp `cause I decided we were gonna get REALLY sloppy.  I decided to begin
with the balls.  The cooler lube had caused them to pull up a bit in his
nutsack, but I began a persistent tugging and ran the index finger of my
other hand around the rim of his rosebud.  The index finger was the first
to make the direct assault.  I wasn't gentle.  One quick thrust and I was
in all the way.  His head shot up, his back arched and his stomach pulled
up in response to the anal invasion.  Once again the balls pulled up.  Once
again I pulled them back down.  I moved that finger around and explored his
fuck chute, looking for that magic center of male pleasure, the prostate
gland.  A low, animal-like growl let me know that I had hit pay dirt.  I
began slowly fucking his ass with my finger, aiming each inward thrust at
his pleasure center, letting him relax those powerful ass muscles.  It only
took three or four finger thrusts before he started pushing his ass back to
meet my finger.  Without missing a beat I substituted my middle "fuck"
finger for a deeper penetration. I also let his balls go and grabbed onto
the root of his dick.  He had fallen to half staff with the anal assault,
getting softer, but not really losing any length.  There was a lot to play
with.  I matched each finger pull with a well lubed tug on his prick and
his flag started to raise.  It was time for multiple fingers. I didn't
waste any time with two, but jumped directly to three.  He felt the change
at his hole immediately and eased back gently.  The further back he pushed,
naturally the wider he opened.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Ahhhh, Oh, shit !" was all he managed.

He froze at that point, getting accustomed to the dilation of his ass
ring. I was pretty busy, though.  I positioned myself on my knees between
his legs and stopped tugging at his prick long enough to reach for a Magnum
and tear open the foil package with my teeth.  Putting a rubber on your
dick with one hand is an acquired skill, but I wasn't about to pull my hand
away from holding his ass open, and I didn't want him to move a muscle.
One of the requirements for this stunt is a very hard prick.  Absolutely no
problem there.  I decided to make the unrolling down my shaft easy too.
With my one freehand I pulled the Magnum over my dickhead and positioned my
prick at his hole, stilled plugged by my three fingers.  With one rapid
movement I withdrew my fingers and immediately replaced them with the
covered head of my prick, using the tightness of his ass ring to unroll the
latex down the length of my shaft as I slowly but steadily sunk it into the
depths of his chute.  I had to go slowly.  The sensation down the length of
my prick built up a pleasurable pressure and fullness that spread down into
my balls.  At this moment I had an incredible awareness of the hardness and
rigidity of my prick.  I felt like I could have driven it through a solid
plate of steel.  As for my fuck buddy, I'm not sure how he managed to
remain on all fours, but his head was bolt upright shaking side to side and
he was growling up a storm while his mane of long, dark hair swung back and
forth, obviously feeling every inch.  My fingers are long, but my tool is
longer and I began to reach areas of his bowels that my finger assault
hadn't touched.

This guy was really responsive, and I was intent on getting some real
motion underway.  After bottoming out in his hole, I slowly, agonizingly
withdrew, this time feeling all of the blood in my prick being pulled
closer to the head, causing it to engorge to the point that it came out of
his ass with a startling pop that eliciting a gasp from both of us.  I
repositioned myself from my knees to a squatting position with my feet
planted outside of his knees, once again using his muscular ass for
support.  I kept one hand on his ass and used the fist of my other to guide
my fuck stick back where it belonged.  Neither one of us was slow or
patient this time.  I pushed forward while he thrust his hips back.  We
connected.  I inserted. He impaled, I drove it home, and we both froze.
For a moment we were connected only by my prick

"Fuck me, man," He demanded.

I didn't waste any time.  I hunched over and placed a hand on the back of
his neck for balance, and grabbed a fistful of his long, flowing hair with
the other.  It felt so dam powerful and erotic that I switched and used
both hand to grab his hair.  The horseback/bareback images flowed through
my brain and into my groin.  This was truly a stallion bucking under me,
and I didn't have to do much more than hold on.  I did hold on, and when he
slowed down a bit, probably overwhelmed by the sensations, I shifted my
hands, reaching under and grabbing his still rock-hard prick.  I took over
the motion now, driving forward with my hips and prick while pulling back
on his dripping hardness. It felt like I was squatting and jerking off, but
with my dick inside his body behind his dick, it was as if my fuck stick
was a foot long.  Freaking out at the feeling of this new sensation, I
began to concentrate on working his dick the way I like to work my own.  We
were both thrusting forward at the same time as I roughly grabbed the base
of shaft and used my well-lubed hand to concentrate on the head.  This was
all translating to my own prick as a pulsating pressure around the entire
shaft and a vice-like cock ring around the base.  It was more overwhelming
for his dick though, with all the direct stimulation and the back pressure
on his prostate.  Without warning his upper body snapped to an upright
position, almost bucking me off of his back, but I fell back to my knees
and was still grabbing his dick while his large hands immediately came
around behind him to grab and hold my ass from each side keeping my stick
planted motionless in his hole. His large sweat-soaked back was arched away
from me now as his hands reached behind to my ass.  My face was buried in
his hair and I drank in his soapy, sweaty scent.  My hands hadn't lost
their grip on his cock, and soon we were both thrusting in unison.  There
was no mistaking the signs.  He was close.  His breathing was shallow and
he was gasping.  His thrusts became shorter and faster, and then of course
there was the screaming,

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming"

I felt his nuts pull up in their sack and a pulse starting at the base as I
gave one quick hard squeeze there and then released.  He leaned back into
me an we both slumped back a bit as his body went taut.  His cum flew
straight up.  I let go and held onto his massive pecs for support.  His
hands flew to his prick and started pumping.

Oh shit, Oh shit, Ohmygawd.  Aaagh.

Cum flew everywhere. I've never seen so much juice pumping out of a
prickhead. For a minute I thought he was pissing, but there was no
mistaking the heady aroma of cock juice.  There was also no mistaking the
pulsing of his ass muscle around my throbbing dick with each shot of his
ejaculate.  I rubbed the sticky cum into his heaving pecs and then brought
my hands up to his mouth.  As his gasping subsided he began to lick it off
my fingers before collapsing forward to the bed.  I was literally plastered
to his back, my sweaty, hairy chest to his sweaty, hairy back, my pole
still fully imbedded into his now slack hole.  Well, the fuck stud may have
been finished, but I still had my fully cocked rod planted in his spent
hole.  I peeled myself off of his back, planted my hands on his ass cheeks,
and began my hip dance.  For a few minutes I may as well have been humping
a blow-up doll.  He was still breathing.  There was no mistaking the rising
and falling of that muscular back, but his hole was slack, tightened only
by the pressure of my hands.

"Hey, you still with us?'  I called.

He lifted his head up and shook it a few times to shake off his all fucked
out daze.

"Roll off man, and give it to me from the other side so I can watch" he
panted.

I withdrew from his hole and moved aside as he rolled over with some
difficulty, raising his knees to his chest.  Amazingly his balls were still
dangling and hanging low towards his puckered but gaping hole.  I carefully
lifted his spent nuts and used my other hand to refresh the lube.  I held
his legs together in an upright position to tighten my entry point, aimed
and plunged.  This brought him alive again.  I guess there's something
about a seven and one half inch rod poking up into your anus that will do
that.  His powerful legs splayed apart and planted on the bed as his hips
and rippling belly rose up to give me a better angle.  His ample chest was
exposed to me again and I zeroed in on his nipples, suckling like a baby at
his mother's teats. I guess when you've got nipples that large, they
automatically qualify as an erogenous zone..  Suddenly his asshole awoke
and I was rewarded with a powerful squeeze that threatened to extract the
juice from my aching, bouncing nuts.  His hands and arms became active too,
pulling me to him in a bear hug that I thought would squeeze the air out of
me along with my cum.  What finally put me over the top though was when he
dropped his pelvis, raised his legs, and wrapped them around my ass,
pulling me into him and holding me there.  I was totally enveloped by his
body.  We were one single massive pile of heaving sweat and muscle.  I let
loose helplessly, ceasing all movement, unable to stop my prick from
unloading into the latex in his butt.

We stayed like that for a long time, each of us powerless to move and too
content to move even if we could.