Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 10:04:13 EST
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: submission: Michael's Fuck was always like that

Michael's Fuck was always like that.  © Alex Carr 201

I must have my daily constitutional of ripe young cock! said Michael
looking at me in that familiar way I instantly recognised, which I knew meant
another afternoon coupled up in his motor caravan.

But I had nothing else on so I might just as well `have nothing else on for
 Michael's pleasure - except my black silk briefs which Michael liked me to
keep  on,  `to leave something to the imagination,' as he put it.

It always meant a drink and a dinner in the best restaurant in town if I
"afforded him" as he put it, he spoke very posh  which in a way I did find
attractive and anyway being with him was always a delight apart from maybe
the  spanking bit, which was one of his main turn on's to see me in my tight
jeans  well and truly pulled up into the crack of my bum to afford the most
delightful  ass for spanking he knew (his words again)

But with a bit of luck I was sometimes able to avert that if I gave him a
real good time before hand, not as though I minded the occasional spanking,
I do  like to be all ass for him, it makes me feel particularly needed and
wanted by  this delightful man who is 15 years my senior but has enough
experience and  maturity to make it so good for me.

My job was as a beach hand in Torbay and Michael, who's I met via the
internet, comes down fairly regularly at weekends and usually I have time
off to accommodate him, which is nice.

"It's lovely to feel you again, I've missed you not seeing you last
weekend, Pete, you do know that don't you?, I do think the world of you."

More like all he thought of was getting his thrill of me but I wasn't
complaining, it did feel very nice what he was doing.

I nodded in reply enjoying his experienced touch, the way he massaged me
through my silk briefs, the way he sniffed me there, taking his time and
simply  enjoying the moment, making all the time his wonderful compliments about
my  physique and how he wished he had my stature.

He was a bit heavy and had a bit of a pot belly but I somehow found him
attractive in an odd sort of way and simply loved the way he so wonderfully
fucked me.

"Pete you smell wonderful today, what is that you use that compliments your
 natural scent?"

"I sprayed some `Brute' around I told him.

"Not on Freddy I hope"  (Freddy he called my cock) " Sometimes the  spray
can bring up a rash and we don't want that do we? You are a very naughty
boy and I should thrash you!"

I was thinking here was me, my own worst enemy and already I could feel the
 sting in my ass, anytime now he would want me over his knee for you now
what.

But I was wrong because he said he would forgive me this time because he
just could not stop what he was doing and when he clasped his hands around my
 backside I took the hint that he wanted me to press my crotch into his
face so  he could really sniff me up, in front and beneath too.

 For a good fifteen minutes I enjoyed the utter delight of smothering  him
ass and cock, twisting around to let him have his thrill each way.. Then I
held my breath as behind me  he slowly removed my briefs and with his hands
gently massaging  my balls and cock which was divine, he started to suck my
 ass, each cheek at a time, then stretching them wide apart I felt him
sniffing  again, hearing his whispers of how good was my hole and how he loved
every sinew  of me, that he wanted to lick and  kiss me all over, every lit
tle alcove  and crevice he said and then I was enjoying his very lustful
pursuits in a very  wondrous way, like how he wanted me to steeply bend over, to
spread eagle for  him across the kitchen table so he could suck and eat me
just at the right  height, it was all very lovely and for me it could have
gone on until the  evening and more.
He was in a real passion, in a world of his own and I was  his meal, I felt
like that sometimes as he really sucked me, leaving nothing to  the
imagination, he went at it hammer and  tong  and no messing, his  breathing heavy
and very lustful, I felt sometimes he really was eating me, the  way he
sucked cock, stretched it back and sucked my p-hole like there was no  tomorrow.
The way he penetrated me with his busy tongue moving it around and  around.
He loved it all big time.

He always seemed concentrated on doing what he wanted to do, he was
satisfied with that and did not seem to want anything in return - I mean like me
sucking him, but never the less all his doings of me really turned me on so
much  I usually managed to get a nice deep suck of saturated cock before he
planted it  neatly into me.- he had already pre-cum but said not to worry
because he would  have plenty left to `see to' me.

His cock was nice and firm and soothing, it was a delight to feel and suck
Michael, I'd gotten use to that, the smell and taste of him there, and he
always  let me take my time because that way he could enjoy me too. I cant
explain just  how lovely and wonderful it is to do such wonderful intimacies
with the guy you  love, because I did love Michael, else I am sure I could
never have gone to such  intimate extremes,

"You are the perfect lover, Pete" he would say as he began to rim me again
 with first his tongue and then his small finger, which meant that I was
soon in  for his deep and wonderful fuck, when the caravan would rock and me
hoping no  one outside would notice, because inside was our space, out little
bit of  privacy which we could both enjoy to our limitations.

"Let's take your fuck now, Pete!  He asked in a commanding way which I
liked too.

 "How?"  I asked knowing sometimes he liked me from the front, my  legs
clasping around his back but mostly, and my favourite fuck,  doggy on  all
fours, spread eagled which always afforded the most sensual deep fuck of all
when his penetration of me was complete

He indicated he wanted me doggy and started to massage his cock in
readiness, letting me see him do that as he delicately brushed its length across
my face and then I felt it at its full pride ready for the supreme fuck as he
 prepared to take me, kneeling between my thighs behind and clasping my
thighs  firmly, having given me a couple of firm slaps each side beforehand.,
an  indication that he wanted to spank me later and the very thought of that
made my  ass cheeks tighten and he loved it, with his cock already placed
between ready  for the fuck. And me moving and squeezing them to feel the
throb of his hungry  cock between.

Then I knew I was in for a hard time because,  pre-fuck,  that  was one of
the things that really made him animalistic almost to the extend that  when
he grunted it sounded like a tiger and I was his mate, ready for the
taking, I was then, my whole body waited for the plunge, my spine was shivering
with anticipation of a fuck I knew would be mastering my whole being, and
when I  felt that cock slide into and up me with one thrusting sweep I knew
indeed I was  being well and truly fucked to the core!

I felt the sweat poring from my forehead as he worked on me, feeling every
thrust fuck me deep inside, feeling the absolute strength of him and the
throb  of him fuck and fuck me relentlessly until I was yelping.

And me being worried about the caravan shaking when I knew I was making all
 that noise, whoever may  have been outside would have known what was going
 on inside but what the hell, nothing would stop Michael and I wouldn't
want that  because I knew any minute, and when he started to massage me
underneath , still  fucking my ass, I knew he was near to climax, another few
grunts, almost a  scream and there...

It happened, like a volcano blasting into my anatomy. My ass being
manipulated in all directions as at last his heavy cock left me well and truly
holed, I felt numb yet happy and well fucked and gratified.
Michael's fuck  was always like that!