Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2003 19:15:45 +0000 From: hotcoq rider <coqrydr@hotmail.com> Subject: The Claim Editorial Note: This is erotic fantasy. It is a fictional story about sex between consenting adult males over the age of 18. If your values, morals, tastes or community standards are not consistent with this type of material or you think you may be offended in anyway. Don't read it. The portrayal of unprotected sex is a literary enhancement. The choice to practice unprotected sex in reality should be an informed one. The consequences of unprotected sex can be significant and life changing. The author invites literary critique and other inquiries. coqrydr@hotmail.com.spam The Claim By coqrydr copyright 2003 I followed the curvaceous hostess to the table. She was a pert little blonde with a sweet sway to her hips. She almost floated between the tables leading me to a romantic corner. I felt the strong stirrings in my manhood and imagined what it would be like riding her petite body. The fragrant aromas from the kitchen filled the candle lit dining room. It was early and empty except for a group of six gay men who sat at a round table a short distance away. I wondered about one man's attraction for another. I always enjoyed watching cute gay guys drool and fawn over me. As usual their conversation stopped as they almost broke their necks to watch as I walked by. I gave them a glance and a wink and appreciated their giggling. I imagined their banter of who would do what to whom to be the first to sack me. It was always the same. But one guy's eyes didn't move. He had a frozen smile on his face. Placid almost transparent, he was different. Studious, or serious, I couldn't put my finger on it. When I sat, the pert hostess leaned over, her perfume filling my nostrils. Voluptuous breasts cascading out of her leather halter-top. I could only imagine the ways I could make her big tits bounce to my rhythmic poundings. She smiled down at me laying the napkin across my waist her small hand purposefully brushing my crotch. I always seemed to have the same effect on women, whether young or old. I was in my late thirties experienced, worldly, successful, and definitely sexed up. I had played college ball and kept fit by working out and jogging. I had a nice tight package and big stiff dick. No woman had ever complained and most came back for seconds, thirds and more. Last year one of my girlfriends bought me a tattoo for my birthday. The gay tattoo artist was the best in the city and his art encircled one of my biceps. Another had given me the two-carat Tiffany diamond stud I proudly wore. And still another had bought me an engraved sterling silver cockring on a trip to Taos. It came in handy for weekend sex. There had been a parade of women through my life but never one to settle down with. They were all beautiful powerful women. For most, career was first and I, merely an outlet for their sexual needs. The boys chatted on. Their joyous banter filling the empty space. I kept glancing over. The man with the frozen smile listened and watched as their conversation jumped around the table. He seemed older but had an ageless gay quality about him. All seemed to respect him. He was handsome and rugged. His movement was precise and trained almost contained. I wondered what it would be like to release him from the bonds that held him. His lips fascinated me. Full and moist, more beautiful than any woman I had ever kissed. I was startled out of my imaginings when my date appeared. I stood to pull out her chair; placing my strong hands on her shoulders I leaned over and kissed her. Our conversation was the usual, her work, our weekend plans, problems with her ex-husband, kids and on and on. I kept glancing at the man at the other table finally catching his eye. He seemed embarrassed and averted his gaze but then looked straight at me, his tongue traced over his full lips and his frozen smile transformed into genuine joy. Now I was embarrassed and turned my full attention to my date. But there was a new restlessness stirring in my loins. The meal progressed as expected. The boys had finished their main course as we began ours. The man with the inviting lips excused himself to go to the restroom. He was about 5'7" and 150# on a taught frame. He wore his clothes well and had a confident gait. My date noticed my lack of attention and raising her eyebrow gave me an inquisitive look. I excused myself and followed him. When I got to the restroom he was at the sink washing his hands. I stood behind him pretending to straighten my collar but really checking his package out. Handsome chiseled looks. Strong hands, workman like but refined. Deep green eyes. I could tell from how he carried his clothes he had a worked out body. His ass was high and tight. But it was his soft full lips that drew me to him. He watched me checking him out and gave me a sheepish grin. I pretended to be nonchalant all the while imagining those sumptuous lips wrapped around my love muscle. He turned to face me drying his hands; I reached for the counter trapping him. At 6', 190# of packed muscle I rose above him and leaned to kiss his soft pliant lips. His arms came up and around my neck, his mouth opening for my tongue. I ground my hips into him and pushed him tight against the counter. Reaching behind him, my hand felt-up his tight muscular ass I could feel my swelling love muscle and jolts of electricity surging through my body. I really wanted to bend him over the counter and pump my seed into him right there. But sanity returned. Releasing him from my grasp, I licked his face and kissed his forehead and returned to the reality of the situation. I would go and fuck my date and he would probably go out with his friends and all would be forgotten. I put my card in his pocket. "Call me, I want to fuck you" and left. I drifted back to consciousness. It was 3:30 a.m. The glow of the red numbers from the alarm silhouetted the small bottle of poppers and lubricant sitting on the nightstand. Packages of unopened condoms cascaded across the polished wood. The bottles of mineral water stood half full. Our legs were entwined. His powerful calves and thighs well worked and covered with a forest of curly fur. His rhythmic breathing pressing against my back. One powerful arm was under me. His hand pressed onto my rippled stomach holding me firmly to him. The other arm draped over my shoulder, the tracing of his tattoo wrapping around his muscular biceps. I watched the candlelight dance through the luxuriant hair on his sinuous forearm. I reached down fingering the veiny shaft where he became part of me. His love muscle was long and thick. I could feel the pulsing power of his cock. My ass wrapped tightly around him. His fuck-juice coating my ass cheeks and trickling out where we came together. I grasped the base of his manhood where the sterling silver cockring tightly gripped. His heavy ball sacs undulating as they slowly churned more seed. I cupped his heavy balls in my hand feeling the slow moving energy emanating from them. My ass cheeks still tingled from his fuck slaps. His manliness enveloped me filled me with power. I kissed and licked the tattoo slowly tracing the veins on his forearm with my tongue. Tasting the slight saltiness of his skin. Pulling his hand to my face I began to lick between the digits feeling him stir as he pressed a thick finger into my mouth. I could taste the must on the finger he used to open me. The girth of his cock growing and pushing. My hands tightly wrapped around his forested forearm taking his finger in my mouth, kissing and licking, he filled me. His thick finger probed stretching my mouth as he explored me. His outstretched hand cupped my face in his fleshy palm as he slowly fucked the meaty finger in and out. His mouth was pressed to my neck sucking and biting his way around. The cock inside of me continued to grow. His grip tightened pulling me further onto him. I could feel my cock growing. The memories of his tight sweet hole flooding back. No woman had ever been as willing a vessel for my shafting as the man impaled on me. I fed him my fingers, training him to serve me. Skillfully working his mouth onto me. My dick was on full hard inside of him. I worked in and withdrew until just my cockhead was in. He moved one hand to his stomach, urging me back in. I could feel his grip around me. Pressing his hand into his guts so he could feel my muscle move inside of him. He sheathed my cock and pulled me in. Alternating cock stoke and pushing my fingers down his throat. He submitted. I had teased him open with a nice easy ride giving him a chance to use my dick. Finally flooding him with hot jiz. Now I would train him to desires no woman had ever fulfilled. His thick digits filled my mouth. Slowly teasing my throat open. I had known the moment I saw him across the restaurant he would lay claim to me. He turned onto his back as I sat bolt upright on his polished rocket. His pride surging inside of me. His big hands grasped my waist guiding me up and down the length of his staff. I could feel him work his cock inside my guts as I slid down his thick pole. He began to ride me up his cock, his thumbs digging into my stomach. He disgorged his cock from me. I felt empty. I bent over and began to kiss and lick the head, using my tongue and tracing each vein to the base and finally suckling on his heavy shaved pouches. His hand found the scruff of my neck pulling me off. With the other hand he squirted some lube onto the head of his pole. I watched as it slowly cascaded down his 8" cum-pump. I reached for the poppers knowing they would help me take him. First one long hit then two more; I could feel my universe focusing on the cock before me. Grabbing my hair, he inched his rod into my mouth riding me a quarter of the way down the thick shaft. His hand pulling me off and then again riding the thick tool in. His cock now almost two thirds in. Fucking and jabbing down my throat. His dark eyes drilled into me; the crooked smile on his face expressing his pleasure and domination. I was topping out on the poppers. He pushed the rest of his nail in. My lips stretched tightly around him. I became one with the pulsing muscle buried in my throat. He slowly pulled me off his cock. Our lips met and he tongued down my throat licking and kissing me. He explored and I opened to his forceful kiss biting and dueling with his tongue. He positioned the pillows rolling me ass high onto my stomach. I watched in the mirror as he stroked his glistening rod. Reaching for more lube he pushed the head of the bottle into my rosebud squeezing the cool liquid ooze into me and squirting some of the gel onto his fuck-stick. Methodically stroking his ass-driver. He teased my hole, rubbing up and down my ass crack. Pushing in with just the knob and then withdrawing. He pushed me forward and spread my ass as he squatted over my willing hole. His back arched, his shaft jutted down thick and proud. He positioned his cockhead on my hole. "Take a hit Bitch." He reached for the poppers and took a long hard hit. I took the bottle and took one then a second and then a third. I could feel his hot hole willing me into him. Setting the poppers aside I hit his ass cheeks and grabbed his waist. My fingers gripping into him as my cockmeat pushed in. His moist hole gave way. I pulled out and sank back in. This time pushing my dick in to the hilt. Gripping his waist tightly, I could feel my rod spear inside. I pushed in and then withdrew. Working him back and forth on my pole. Pounding all the way in. Sometimes letting the muscles of his ass pull me in. Other times like a ramrod taking what was mine. Pulling my bat out, I watched his quivering hole suck air. Then rammed back. My heavy balls rhythmically slapping his sweet cheeks. I loved grinding his hot ass. The poppers began to wear off and I moved him off the pillows to the center of the bed. Pushing my cock all the way in. Using my thighs to spread his legs. His puckered hole wrapped tight around me. I pushed his arms above his head our fingers intertwined. My strong body pressed onto him. I could feel his warmth under me. We began to find our way back from the high. Licking, nibbling and biting his ears. He turned his head and I covered his mouth with mine. Sucking on his sumptuous lips. His tongue pressing in and opening me. I powered my cock in. My balls cradled between his moist legs. Resting there momentarily I began to withdraw, using my legs and forearms to lift myself off of him and then push back in. He hiked his ass up to take me, only my cock and his hole coming together. He gave his soul to me. He rode his cock in and out of me. Slowly drilling my hole and training me to his cock. I could feel him moving my insides. His muscular thighs pushed my legs together. He pulled me onto my knees sitting back on his haunches behind me. Grinding his rocket in. He pushed me forward coming out of me with a pop. I turned my head to watch as he reached for the lube applying the glide to his cock and then lubed up three meaty fingers. He slowly fisted the head of his cock in gentle circular motions. I could feel him gently playing and pushing my on my rosebud, and felt him shoot a finger into me and then a second and then a third. His thick fingers stretching and opening. I felt the power bolting down his muscular arm through his finger and into me. Suddenly he withdrew and replaced his fingers with his cock. The bulbous head pressing on my puckered hole. He thrust in and out in a torrid of rapid fuck jabs. Then slowly taking me from side to side. He sank into me pressing his balls between the crack of my ass and planting cock deep in my guts. Holding it there. I had gotten the bitch to my favorite place in a fuck. I withdrew then pushed back into his willing dick-tube. He was mine; opened for me to fuck as I wanted. A quivering man-pussy riding my big stiff dick. I watched my 8" pole slide easily in and out. When I slapped his ass, his fuck-chute tightened around me. He was one fine cock-slut. I pulled out of his pliant hole. Turning him onto his back he pulled my face to him and began to lick and kiss me. Tracing around my lips with his tongue he gently bit my lips. Forcing his mouth open with my tongue I felt his teeth scraping across me. Willing me into him. I reached for the lube and began to work the silky liquid onto his cock. I had not allowed him to cum because he needed to be hot for me to use. I pulled him onto me raising his ass over my proud cock. My thighs pulled up to support his back. Watching his handsome face as he straddled me. He grasped my thick cock. His strong hand almost encircling me and lined up his hole. Cradling the small of his back in my hands, I guided him onto me. Riding me all the way home. His thighs tightened on my waist as my ass-driver pushed in. I was consumed by his power and filled with his cock. His powerful hands gripped my waist raising lowering me onto him. Giving and taking at the same time. I could feel his dick throbbing in me. Pushing into my soul. His finger traced around the head of my sensitized cock as I rode up and down on him. I could feel him follow the veins of my shaft and cradle my balls. I filled myself with his cock, fucking myself on and off of his thick member. Feeling the pulsing veins of his strong shaft as I slid on him. Taking longer harder strokes. Giving my hole taking his love-muscle. Tightening my thighs and squeezing his hips I took all of his spirit he would give. Consuming his power. Watching the bulging veins in his neck. His head tilted back. Strong arms grasping my waist as he used me like a rag-doll to masturbate his meat in me. He arched off the bed spearing cockmeat into me. Coming together then apart. The rhythm instinctual and in perfect harmony. He fucked me onto him. He owned my ass. His hands moved to my tits. Slow circular motions at first on my sensitized nips then shooting pain as he pinched them between his thumb and finger. My body was electrified with each bite of the tender skin. A tight pinch and tug on my tits and I rode up or down his battering ram upon demand. Each time I pinched his tits, he tightened around my dick. The Bitch rocked my soul and took my cock. I felt consumed by him. Pulling and pinching he tits I rode him up and down my pole. Giving him a good jab when I pinched so I could feel his ass tighten on my meat-stick. Raising him all the way up my shaft then thrusting back. I made him a man-pussy for my cock. His hole my domain. Leaning forward I rose over him just inches from his face. He gave what was his to give. My cock raced into his soul. I leaned onto him on all fours. Lifting his ass off the bed as I powered his hole. His strong arms locked around my neck and his legs hooked around my back. I rocked him. His thighs cinched my waist as he worked my meat in his hole. His back brushed the bed, his ass cheeks slapping against my thighs and sliding back and forth on my cock. I sat back on my haunches pulling him to me. Biting into his neck. His fingers dug into my back like claws. I slid my love muscle in and out of his chute. My arms locked him to me. His heels planted in the small of my back pushing me up and deep. His cock pressed against my taut stomach. He began to tense. I felt the entire length of his ass spasm around my thick meat. His eyes rolled back. I had him. One more hard thrust and my cockhead hit him deep and hard. His ass was like a vice. Hot spunk erupted from his cock. I pulled out and powered in. Forcing the jiz out of him. Hot cock cream flew, hitting my chest, my neck and my face. My cock rammed his milk out as I pulsed my seed in. I pulled out and rode my power back in coating the length of his ass with spunk. I pulled him to me planting my cock deep inside, pulsing wave after wave of hot cum into him. I held him tightly to me feeling our spirits meld. He had taken my fuck and I made him my Bitch. His head rested on my shoulder lips sweetly suckling my neck. Holding him to me I fell back into the soft embrace of the pillows holding my love muscle deep in him. His arms wrapped around my neck the rhythm of our breathing subsiding. I kissed his forehead and his nose and circled his sweet voluptuous lips with my tongue. His ass walls were throbbing around me. I began to withdraw. His eyes willed me to stay. I bit his neck, licking and consuming him. His hands pulled my head to him. Our lips met. His tongue forced into me exploring and taking. I could feel his soft pliant ass relaxing around my stiff dick. I began flex my cock-muscle in his ass, taking long easy strokes I slowly eased myself out of him. He leaned back on the pillows his hands behind his head. I licked my cum from his face and neck working my way down his chest. Tonguing his pits and following the underside of his arm to his biceps and the tattoo that encircled. His manliness consumed my senses. I slowly tongued my silky cream cleaning and kissing my way to his cockmeat. His glistening cock rested to one side still semi hard from the tight grip of the cockring. The head of his cock shining with fuckjuice and lube. A trickle of his precious cum flowed from the tip of his cock. His legs slightly spread. Big balls slow moving in their sacs. I bent to his cock gently tonguing his piss slit. Tasting his salty seed with the tip of my tongue and skillfully taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I could sense the animal in me as I smelled and tasted the musk of our passion. I began to kiss the length of his shaft tonguing the silver cock ring. Lifting the heavy ball sacs I pressed my face into him. Gently licking around the base of his shaved balls and cleaning him with my tongue. I raised up meeting his eyes as my hands gently removed first one heavy sac from the thick ring and then the other. Finally slipping his fat cock from the metal restraint. I tongued the warm silver ring and slipped it over my wrist. He fingered my ass then slipped in. Feeling his love muscle slide between my moist ass cheeks I grasped his forested forearm pulling his hand to my face to lick his cum-slick finger. He pulled me to him for a long lingering kiss. Slowly moving to the side of the bed, I had to get my bearings. My insides were alive and hot. I could feel his seed deep inside slowly oozing out. I stood balancing myself on the nightstand. The dawn light was beginning to sneak through the blinds. The red clock numbers said it was 6:00. I slowly regained my senses and made my way to the bathroom. I watched as he crossed to the bathroom. His fucked ass shining in the dim light. I had thrown a good cocking into him. He was a great piece of ass. I knew no woman would do for me what he did for me. I followed him into the bathroom. The room was filling with steam. I watched him in the oversized shower, head tilted slightly back, the hot water cascading down his muscular back and washing over his sweet ass. He turned to face the water and catch its cleansing spirit. I moved behind reaching for the soap. My cock began to stir as I washed him. I wanted him enveloping my manhood again. Soaping my rod I pushed him forward and mounted him. I felt him tense and then relax around me as I sank my growing cock into his fuckhole. I bent my legs to push up and into him. My fleshy hands dug into his stomach feeling my cockmeat in him. I eased out and then pushed back in. I pulled almost all the way out allowing the hot water to wash over his back down his ass and over my cock where he became part of me. Gently riding in and out, feeling the creamy embrace of his ass around me. His hands outstretched on the shower wall, legs spread, he surrendered and I fucked. Then slowly pulling out, he turned to me, his strong arms wrapping around my neck as he gently suckled my nipple. My cock speared up between his legs. His balls rested over my cock. My hand traced down the small of his back to his ass crack. I slid a finger into his pliable hole feeling his sweetness encircle me. My cock thrust forward between his legs lifting him. At once pushing him and pulling him to me. The hot water felt good. I knelt and began to gently soap his legs cradling his balls. Spreading his legs and letting the water wash over his fuckhole. I gently soaped him from head to toe massaging the tensions away as I went. Pushing, prodding, licking, kissing, biting, and slapping. I grew his trust in me as the water washed over us. I wanted to mount him over and over. I toweled myself, glancing at the stud in my shower. He was a fine specimen of man. The younger stud made me feel like a buck when I was on his cock. I put on a pair silk boxers and went downstairs. His good looks and commanding presence had electrified me when I first saw him at the restaurant. I struggled to keep from consuming him with my eyes, trying to be unobtrusive. Knowing the uncomfortable feeling of being an object of lust for prying eyes. When I called the morning after the restaurant encounter, I heard his smile over the phone. His husky chat, inviting and animal like. He made me feel as if we had known one another for a lifetime. Talking about our disappointments, dreams and hopes, we began to build a bond. We talked for over 2 hours; the time seemed a fleeting moment. Finally agreeing to meet Friday night after his dinner date. I tried to be realistic and stay focused over the next day and a half. In the end no man would ever fuck me as skillfully or free my true essence as passionately. I busied myself with the fruit plate expertly segmenting each slice of orange, peeling and seeding the melon and apples, adding an assortment of cheeses, thinly sliced proscuitto, and smoked salmon. When I reached for the salami, the memories of the last hours washed over me. My hand grasping it's thickness, the hardness reminding me of his cock. I pulled out a nice bottle of champagne. When he came down he was naked. His easy gait reminded me of the mythical Greek creature half man half horse. A field of fur covering his legs and forearms. Perfectly shaved low-hangers the size of tennis balls confidently swaying with each step. Broad shoulders with perfectly sculpted pectorals toped with inviting nipples. The morning light flooding the den caught his ear stud and the facets of the rock danced light-beams around the room. A woven leather belt hung around his neck. The ends dangling down over his chest. A mischievous smile crossing his lips. A studded leather cockring now grasped his sex. I felt my insides churn. His thick cock jutted out lobbing itself over his plump ball sacs. He stood behind me at the kitchen counter breathing down my neck. His powerful arms reaching around me for the Champagne. I could feel the fur on his arms brush my sides sending a jolt of electricity through me. His thick cock throbbing into the small of my back and his balls pressed between the crack of my ass. I licked his tatted biceps feeling his rippling muscles beneath my tongue as he slowly opened the champagne allowing the nectar of the Gods to emit a slow erotic hiss. He held the bottle to his lips filling himself. Gently pulling my lips to his I felt the explosion of small bubbles as the aerated liquid flowed between us washing down my neck. Setting the bottle down his body pressed into me, his arms tightly wrapping around me and securing me to his will. Turning to him, I reached for a segment of orange offering the sweetness to him. His lips encircled my fingers as he sucked the orange in. I watched as he picked up a segment between his meaty fingers and slipped the sweet fruit between my lips into my willing mouth pushing his fleshy finger into my mouth and slowly stroking me as I suckled. He gently fingered my nipples, grasping one between his fingers he guided me to my knees. Fisting his fuck-tool as I knelt before him. He pulled my head to his crotch. My nose buried in his balls. He rubbed his thick cock all over my face and began to cock slap me pulling me onto his cock. I could feel the thick muscle pushing down my throat. Expanding and filling me with his lust. My head in his grip. He worked me up and down his shaft. I felt the thick vein on the underside of his cock slipping over my lips. I willed myself to open for him. Pulling out of me he opened the poppers. Holding me to the small bottle, I began to inhale the vapors and their effect took hold. He held the small bottle to me for what seemed like forever. The blood was rushing to my head. I watched as the blood rushed to his face and the poppers loosened him for me. Recapping the bottle. I traced my cockhead around full his lips. Tilting his head back. I pushed my shaft into him. Cutting off his air. He was impaled. I could feel the muscles of his throat relaxing and opening. I kept my cock planted and then withdrew. He gasped for air. But I plowed my dick back in. I pulled him onto me until his nose touched my studded cockring. He worked my cock stretching his throat around me. Moving his head I slid my cock in and out of his hot mouth. I could feel his lips stretched around my manhood as I fucked myself in and out. I pulled out of his mouth cupping the back of his head I tilted him back and straddled his cheeks covering his face with my hot balls, I masturbated myself on his hot face giving him a nose full of hot musk. My seminal juices began to flow as I massaged the slick strands of my cock-juice all over his face. I traced my dick over his full lips, my cock-nectar creaming his soft voluptuous lips. I slipped the head of my cock back in his mouth. His seminal flow coated and lubricated my mouth and throat. His grip tightened on my head as he slid me up and down. Working deeper and deeper into my soul. Training and opening me to serve. He held me to his cock. I could feel his muscle throbbing in my throat. He withdrew until just three inches of cock rested in my mouth. Reaching for the lube he squirted the sweet ooze. Using his fingers he coated my lips. I knew he would use my mouth as a pussy. The urgency rushed to his meat, his girth growing in me. He squatted over me tilting my head back. His dick jutting down and in. Pushing his cock down and pulling my head forward. He drove his nail into me. His big balls dancing on my chin. His rhythm picked up. Sliding in and out of me. Working his fat cock all the way in and then pulling me off. He fucked me onto him. Fucking his power into me. Using my mouth as a fuckhole to provide him pleasure. I felt a part of him, an extension of his manhood. I watched his eyes as I fed him my dick. I knew my seed was inside of him and I wanted to give him more. I pushed again. Watching my muscle slide over his lips into his mouth and down his throat. Saliva and fuckjuice were dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and down his throat. He looked so hot on me. Using his mouth to masturbate in I pulled him all the way onto my dick. I could feel my churning seed begin to flow up the length of my shaft. Our eyes locked, I was engorged on his thick ramrod. His body shuddered. His cock engorged inside of me. The first torrent of hot cock-milk shot into me. Holding me tightly on his dick he pushed wave after wave of hot seed down my throat. Using me to milk the sweet nectar from his cock. I tried to swallow all of the spunk he fed me but his cum began to leak out of the corners of my mouth and down my neck. He kept me on his cock slowly working me up and down his meat. I felt empowered by his gift. He stood above me his powerful hands grasping the counter above. My head tilted back impaled on his cock and pushed against the cabinet door. He arched back pushing his big rod into me and reaching for the bottle of champagne. His powerful arm flexed above me as the bottle met his lips taking lusty swig. He pulled his fat shaft out of my mouth holding the head of his cock above me he tilted the champagne to his cock. Letting the nectar of the Gods flow down his thick shaft and into my mouth. I imagined what it would be like to drink his man piss as I drank the nectar from his cock. Wave after wave of the rich liquid flowed down my staff and into his hot mouth. He looked so hot with his upturned face as the wine washed out of his mouth and down his neck. Setting the champagne on the counter I grasped him under his arms and pulled him to his feet and pushed his sexy panties off his hips where they fell in a pile at his feet. I turned him bending him over the counter and pinning his outstretched arms to the counter with one hand. Reaching for the lube with the other, I squirted a thick strand along the top of my still hard cock. Fingering his hole, I could feel him spasm and tighten as I worked him onto my thick thumb. Slowly prying him open. I positioned the lube on his hole and pushed the rounded top in squeezing a generous amount into his tube. Fisting my cock, working the warm ooze into my shaft. Working his legs apart with my calves, I positioned my pole on his hole. Opening the poppers and holding it on his nose. Pinning his arms forcing his legs apart my thick cock became a piston fueled by passion as my shaft powered in until my balls were tightly packed between his crack. I pulled out and took his hole again. Pressing my balls into him. He worked hard to take me. His head turned from side to side, his legs straining as I bent him onto my will. I stood on the balls of my feet wedging my cock down and in while stretching and pulling his hole up. Breaking him to my cock. I began to long stroke. Watching my thick meat plow into his ass my balls slapping between his sweet cheeks as they churned another load of spunk. The sensuous rhythmic noise was music to my ears. I took his fuck-chute in combinations alternating straight on, up and down, side to side and in circular motions. His guttural groans filled my senses while I cocked him. His ass was like a sponge around my rocket-meat as I pistoned into him, ramming up and in, I took his hole to the next level. He opened himself for my sex. I had first captured now I mastered. I had been dicking his pussy for over eight hours. I knew I wanted to grind his hot hole more, but not yet. I noticed my handy work planted on his neck was now in full bloom. The uneven purple blotches circled around the base of his neck from front to back. I would complete the circle. I leaned my body onto him and kissed the back of his neck. Pulling my meat-stick out of him. We fell into the soft folds of the couch. I held him to me reaching for the champagne; I offered him a swig and then took one myself. Soon he was asleep in my arms. I felt a long forgotten passion he had awoken. I lay back pulling him too me feeling his hard cock pressed to my fury thigh. His legs enwrapped my muscular trunk. His neck offered up to me. His thick moist lips attached to my nipple. I felt the rise and fall of his body as he slept on me. Holding his strong body in my arms, his hand cupped my ball sacs as they churned more jiz to fertilize him. I fell asleep. I awoke around noon. He was sucking and biting my neck and gently working my nipples between his fingers. His cock pressed between my legs, I could feel the bulbous head pressed into the base of my balls pushing them forward. The muscles around my mouth hurt from his stretching penetration and I sensed a throbbing in my throat from his cocking. I wet my swollen lips, and felt the heat emanating from the base of my ass and deep into me. My ass felt like a spongy hole empty without his throbbing fuck-muscle in me. I raised up straddling his cock feeling his fleshy pulp slide between the crack of my ass. I noticed the belt was still draped around his neck the ends falling into his pits. The room began to spin and I lay back onto his outstretched body. His strong arms embracing me, he rolled me onto my back his powerful body sinking onto me. His hands reached down and caught my legs behind the knees pulling them up, gently bending my ass up to meet his cock. The meaty shaft was still held tight in the studded cockring as he began to slide up and down my upturned ass. His powerful body worked me into position, his sinewed arms flexing power into me. I felt secure in his grasp. My calves almost to my shoulders he positioned his cock over my manhood and began to thrust. His fuck-stick crashed down on my cock and balls. I watched as his abdominal muscles flexed with each powerful down stroke. He grasped my ankles in one hand and with the other on the base of his cock began to bang my aching balls with his thick rod. Blood engorged his cock and it grew into a fat battering ram. The muscles around his face became more urgent as he thumped away on my cock and balls. I watched the Bitch wince as I batted his balls with my bat. My feisty muscle hardening to cock him again. "Lube me up Babe." One leg over each shoulder his sweet fuckhole opened for mounting I felt his hand work the warm lube onto my dick. He reached for the poppers. I knew he was mine to use. I lined him up to take me and rocked him onto my shaft. His pulpy ass surrendered. His man-pussy warm, soft and inviting. I powered in and pulled the length out, grinding back and pressing my loaded sacs onto him. Pulling out and driving back. My cum-gun spreading and moving inside him. His sweet ass lips stretching around me and following my dick in and out. I watched his green eyes as I worked him like a whore. The veins in his neck pulsing blood to his flushed face. His hands grasping my ass and pulling me into him. I battered him into submission and he engulfed me. I scooped his ass into my hands feeling his butt-muscles flex around me. He hooked his strong legs around my back as I stood, with his arms around my neck he rode me. I could feel his hard cock pressed into my stomach as I worked him up and down my rocket. I powered into his compliant fuck-tube. Riding his sweet hole up and down my thick shaft his guts wrenching around my power-fuck. I felt his body spasm and knew I had him. Driving my rod back in, he arched back as wave after wave of hot cream shot from the head of his cock. I buried myself deep knowing he would want to dismount. I held him tightly flexing my stiff cock in his manhole and slowly lifting him off my meat. His legs were wobbly and I pushed him onto his knees in front of the couch. I sat legs spread as he knelt before my manhood. I looped my belt around his neck, my knuckles pressing into the base of his neck and collared him. He licked his swollen lips anticipating the task before him. I felt his fisted hand pressing into the base of my neck as he tightened his grip pulling me to him. His polished rocked before me as my lips met the base of his manhood. I began to make tender love. Kissing the muscle that had conquered and would take me again. My moist thick lips tracing his fuck-muscle from base to head. I kissed his crown wrapping his knob in my mouth and sucked his spirit into me. Coming off, my tongue slid around the pronounced ridge of his cockhead. Sweetly kissing his cock power. I worked the tip of my tongue into his piss slit and gave him a lingering kiss. Following the ridge of his cum-pump to the base I licked and kissed the entire length of his 8" staff. My tongue worked between his shaved pulpy ball sacs burying my nose in the mass and consuming him. I kissed and licked his pouches until they were wet with saliva. Sucking one of his balls in and feeling his undulating sac move in my mouth. Then I worked the other pouch feeling his energy churn more hot man-seed. The cinch tightened. He pulled me off his sacs he spread his calves burying my nose under the heavy pouches. His forested trunks tightened around my face. Big balls lying across my eyes. My air was filled with his musk. His power consumed me. He knelt on the floor above me rubbing his cock and balls over my head. Pulling the cinch up, I faced his rod. He pulled me to his manhood marking me with his scent and claiming me as his property. Rubbing my face on his cock and balls. He pulled me to his cockhead and painted my swollen lips with his slick seminal flow. Pushing his staff past my lips, I opened and he shafted his pole in. Now impaled on his cock his fist at the base of my neck he worked me up and down his thick muscle. His ripped power rushed into me. Releasing the belt and grasping my head he pumped his cock in and out in rapid jabs and then pulled out. I watched my thick cock slide from his swollen lips, the strands of cock-cream stretching between us. Turning him around I pushed him onto his hands and knees in front of me. My dick rested on his back. My slick balls sliding between his ass-crevice. He lowered himself onto his forearms offering me his sweet fuck-hole. Sitting forward on the edge of the couch, my forested trunks held him in place. I spread his ass and slid my shaft over his moist pliant hole. Grasping the buckle end of the belt, I snaked the leather across his back and felt him quiver on my rod. I cock-thumped his rosebud and he his entire body shuddered. Sometimes lightly sometimes with force, I connected. I felt his pliant tube will me into him as I kissed him with my dick-head. Letting the belt drop between the cheeks of his ass I pressed my rod onto him feeling the leather pulling between us. He shuddered when I yanked and the woven leather rasped across his tender hole. Doubling the belt, I gently flogged his back, and pressed my heavy balls to him. Tightening my grip, I landed a sharp "Thwack" on his back leaving a red imprint where it landed. The willful slut rubbed his ass up and down my ramrod. Pushing him forward ass high, I worked the belt on his upturned ass. Light welts blossomed on the muscular butt before me. I leaned onto him and licked his spine from his ass to the base of his neck gently completing the purpled circle on his neck. I could feel the heat from his ass cheeks against my cock and balls. He turned his handsome face to me kissing and licking my neck. Grasping my tatted arm he traced his tongue over me. I flexed my arm around his head as the tip of his tongue licked and kissed from tattoo to hand. His tender lips connected to my clinched fist and the belt in its grasp. I accepted the dominion he offered. He lifted off of me sitting back on the edge of the couch. His furry thighs gripping my waist. His cockhead kissing my asshole. He snaked the belt under me, his forested forearms sensuously sliding around my waist. I heard the silver buckle as he drew the end through cinching me up. His powerful fist pressing into the small of my back. I instinctively reached for the lube and worked a generous amount onto his stud cock. He took the bottle from me and squeezed the gel into me until it ran down the inside of my thighs. I knew he would mount and ride long and hard. He spread his calves positioning his rod on my hole. I felt his cockhead sliding over my puckered hole. The cinch tightened as he slipped in. I looked down at his welted back, and felt the soft folds of his asshole encircling my cockhead. Pulling out, lining up, cinching up, I laid claim to his man-pussy with one powerful thrust. His compliant hole made me feel I as if I was home. The muscles of his quivering fuck-tube undulating up and down my stiff dick. I pulled the cinch forward as he slid down my pole and rode back onto him. He was like a Bitch in heat on my cockmeat and that's the way I fucked him. Like a young stud horse broken to my cock. I took what he offered and then took more. I cinched up coming off the couch squatting over his upturned ass; I pulled his hot pussy onto me. My heavy balls pressing between his flaming flesh. I thrust into him and held him tight on my muscle. His pliant fuckhole enwrapped me as I flexed my dick-meat in him and rode him to the end of my dick watching his grasping ass lips slide over my shaft, a willing submissive slut on my cock. My big balls slapped his up-turned cheeks with each down-stroke I took. I could feel my surging manjuice wanting to explode him and slowly relaxed. The Bitch was mine; there was plenty of time to splatter his guts with my seed. Now I just wanted to feel my cockmeat slipping in and out. I slowed my pace sat back on the couch impaled in him. Laying back onto the couch his powerful legs stretched out beside me. He bred me as his bitch. He slid in and out and laid siege to me and I surrendered to him. Feeling him take me to places I had never been. Skillfully and erotically capturing my soul and releasing me from my bonds. I gave myself to him as he gave himself to me. My body glistening as he shafted me. Filling me with his power, I yielded all that was mine to give. I felt his powerful hand clinching the belt tightly around me. Following the easing and tightening on my balls I worked my ass for his pleasure. His big balls bouncing against my wet ass cheeks, the fuckjuice coating my ass-cheeks, the feel of his furry thighs thumping as I rode him. I consumed him. Reaching for the coffee table, I hiked my ass. He followed me up tightening the cinch and lifting as I pushed him as far into me as was possible. Spreading my legs I offered my hole. His thick fuck-stump tight inside me. He undid the belt letting it drop to the floor as my ass powered onto his cock. I raped his fuck-stick into me. He grunted as I pushed back onto him. Taking his cockmeat stroke for stroke. I bred myself to his cock. I straddled his ass as he fucked himself with my dick. No Bitch had ever worked me like he worked me. His powerful backstroke almost knocking me off my feet. Grabbing him by the waist and holding him firm, he slowed as a sense of oneness I had never experienced washed over us. I held him trying to calm him as I would an excited animal. Tenderly leaning onto him I embraced his power as the gift he gave. Reaching under his arms I worked his nipples as I flexed my cock in his ass. I power-fucked him onto me. My big dick driving home again and again. Power balling his helpless hole and breeding him as my Bitch. His head flailed as my nails dug into his nipples pumping his hole. A guttural moan began to emanate from deep inside of him. I reached for his thick cock as it batted the air in rhythm to my pounding. I could feel the eruption flowing from his taut ball sacs as his rod filled with spunk. His cock tight in my grip I pulled all the way out. He thrust back onto me, trying to explode his hot cock-cream. He shook as his ass cinched around me. My entire body shuddered. I stroked in flooding him with seed. Loosening my grip on his cock, his cum flew into the air as I pulled my cock-meat out and plowed back, fertilizing the length of his chute.... The room was filled with quietness. The soft light from the table lamps illuminated the den. The light of the day gone. My body was wracked with pain and pleasure. The memories of the last night and day flooded me. When I finally opened my eyes Shamus, the Bulldog sat on the floor head tilted, quizzically looking at me. I lifted my heavy arm to give him some affection. My mind was elsewhere. My nostrils were filled with his scent. My calves were slick, his primordial ooze slowly seeping from my well-fucked butt. I glanced down at my wrist; the heavy sterling silver cock ring encircled it. I felt his warmth and power wash over me. Forcing myself to sit up. I reached for the bottle of warm champagne and took a swig. The warm nectar exploded its gaseous bubbles in my mouth as I drank. I leaned my aching body forward to set the bottle back on the coffee table, There, scrawled across the label was his note. "Call me, you have something that belongs to me."