Date: Wed, 21 May 2014 09:16:08 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Heating Tech, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts  Gay Encounters

"The Heating Tech, Part Three" by Jay Roberts  Gay Encounters

I heard him talking up there.  It was partly to himself and partly for me
to hear.

"He's smallish.  Kinda cute.  Baby faced.  Big cock, I bet."

It was me he was stimulating himself with.  Then he must have reached to
right level and his pot was beginning to boil.  I belt his big hand
stroking my check.  Nice, very loving.  Then my ear.  Oops, my prick was
rising.  Then he grabbed my chin and pulled me into his junk.

His cock was firming up.  I gave it a series of doggie licks and he moaned
in gratitude.  I would say that he boasted and hinted that he was going to
come again but somehow I doubled it.  His cock was really not up and
shaking.

I'm a good guy.  I wanted him to enjoy this visit.  Frankly I wanted more
visits in the future, so to ensure this, I decided to risk a few moves.

I leaned against his lovely butte and kissed it, again and again, maybe a
hundred kisses all over.  Wow, he liked that.  His cock was hard as before
and he called down to me, "Don't stop.  I love what you're doing but don't
think I'm one of those fuckables.

I hadn't even thought about that but now that he mentioned it I started
developing a hankering for this big beauty to submit to me.  I know he's
big and I'm petite but he who fucks s king for the moment.

I took one hand and cupped his cock.  I just held it companionably, not
trying to jerk him off.  With my other hand I swept the edge of it along
his crack.  When I withdrew it I noticed that the halves sort of stayed
apart, as if asking for more.

That condition plus a slight humming made me realize that he was falling in
love with my hand.  Perhaps this ex sailor boy had been a bum boy in the
Navy but quit that when he finished his time.  Now my inquisitive hand had
reawakened his desire.

"Hey sailor, can I call you Billy, like Billy Budd, the handsome blond,
innocent seaman?"

"Sure," he said in a small voice.

"Okay, Billy, come down from your perch and let me take your hand and lead
you to my nice bed."

"Okay," he said, in that same baby voice.

He came down the ladder slowly holding up the pants I had opened.  He
stopped a minute, intending to fasten them, but I said, "Put a hand on my
shoulder and I'll help you kick 'em off."

He nodded like a good boy and in a moment his full, smooth legs with the
big calves and full thighs were open to my hot gaze.  He still had his
tight whites on but the crotch was pushed out with his hearty erection.

He kept his arm on my shoulder as I walked toward my bedroom.  I had a
double bed.  The blanket was pulled down ready for me to slip in at night.

Unexpectedly he turned me around and leaned down the six inches to my
height and fastened his puff, hot lips on mine.  His lips were strong and
demanding and for a moment I thought I was going to throw myself down on my
bed and ask to be fucked.  But when my hand reached around and slipped into
the back of his underwear and stroked his ass, he pulled away from the kiss
and looked at me with a confused face that was blushing hotly.

"I quit this.  I'm not sure we should do this."

"I'm sure enough for the two of us.  Now be a good boy Billy and slip off
your panties and sit on the edge of the bed."

As he did it, I got undressed and I could see from his expression that he
was getting off on my body.  I'm small but muscular and my pendulum hanging
down added to the sight, I bet.

He sighed loudly and slowly leaned back until his back was on the bed and
his legs hanging down.

I came over to unbutton his uniform shirt.  He moaned at every button.  I
stroked the patch that said "William" and then ordered, "Lift your legs."

He lifted his head and his eyes were way opened and wild.  It was a mix of
reluctance, fear and unquenchable desire.  I decided to respond to that.

"Trust me tech boy, I'm a professional.  I have an advance degree in
fucking."

He sighed with resignation and put his big hands under just above the back
of his knees and lifted.

"Higher," I ordered, and seen his ass hole came into view.

Now artists sculpt hands, chests and faces, of course, but if Rodin had
seen this orifice he would have made ass sculptures and you would see them
in museums.  It was perfect.  No coloration around it.  No hair, just a
rimless canyon beckoning. But when I put an admiring finger at the opening,
suddenly the flesh around the hole crinkled up cutely and a soothed it.
They produced an appreciative hum from Billy.  I noticed he hitched his
legs up higher.  He was a greedy pig, the honey.

Meanwhile my own cock was so stiff it almost hurt and it wanted to be
surrounded by hot clinging flesh.  I decided to skip all the foreplay for
fear that my boy might have a change of heart.  Who knows.  He might even
take back the heat pump he had installed.

I put my cock in position just in front of his ass hole and braced myself
on his big knee caps and pushed in with one glorious motion.

Billy utter a loud "Whoop." like a surprised Indian.

I was not only in, my pubes were against his pink/tan/white ass cheeks.  I
froze in that position and looked down at him.  His face was screwed up in
shook, his eyes tightly shut.

I wiggled a bit, staying deep.

His eyes slowly opened.

I wiggled again.

His face relaxed and his lips slightly puffed out in pleasure.

"Do you know how to fuck?" he said.

"I do.  I do."  I pulled back, almost out and then slowly reentered to his
approbational cries of delight.

My mission is to make cute, muscular boys happy, I thought and repeated the
thrusting and withdrawing with purpose.  Soon he had slid into silence,
except for a few grunts as he grooved on the intense feelings.

I too was going into automatic.  There was this great cooperation between
us.  It doesn't happen often.  His ass followed me as I withdrew and his
ass lips kissed me as I entered.  Soon I had difficulty in fucking, a pre
orgasmic lethargy had made my legs weak and soon that odd feeling that one
forgets until it reappears the next time, that buzzing in the thighs, that
tightness in the balls.

Did he feel it too?  The answer came as he began fucking my dick with vigor
and his cum song began.  I watched his cock that was stiff against his
smooth belly.  It was leaping, but no cum yet.

I had difficulty in keeping my eyes open but through the slits I saw a
small dribble of cum leak out of his cock head, the his body began shaking
and a long, heavy shot leaped out and coated the cleft of his chin and some
on his lips.  A long pink tongue slid out and licked it.  That was more
than I could stand and I frozen, all but my cock that began pulsing out
five discharges of heavy cum.

My legs were fucking and he was fucking back at me and we both were gulping
out cries of bliss.

At last we were quiet and I lay forward on his.

"Kiss?" he said.

I moved forward and we kissed quietly.

"I may have to come to check out the equipment often," he said.

"Nothing wrong with my equipment.  I feel you installed a heater in my
attic and I installed a heater in your pooper."

"You're right, but mine works all the time."

I answered, I'm working on developing a continuous fuck but I need a
tester."

"I'm our man, Cutie."


End of story