Date: Sat, 2 May 2009 07:08:17 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Unzipping Ken (Submission please)

Unzipping Ken Copyright Alex Carr 2009.

Looking back to the times Ned and I spent in the allotment shed leaves me
of fond memories of him, it is just a shame he went early, in his late
forties  too but now I have taken over his allotment and it is me who in turn has
the  assistance, in more ways than one, to help with the allotment chores
and to  revive those passionate times .

If only that shed could talk the stories it could tell, all those pots and
tools would no doubt come tumbling off the shelves and the well used
planting  out dibbers would be dancing on the bench, where many a time I was
sprawled over for the guys to enjoy me - because it was often  not only Ned
who shared my talents, but also his mate who both gave me something to
remember.  I do feel sometimes the ghost of Ned is around when  his old mate Ken
takes  me over that well used bench.

Ken , well he loves to play games. To make it more interesting he says, and
 he is right,  the task he last set me was downright torture, he knows very
 well just how I love to suck cock, that it is like a drug to me, I am
completely  hooked and, with Ken, it's exception and he bloody well knows it.

When on a wet Sunday, we'd finished the allotment chores and as it was
coming down cats and dogs Ken reckoned we had earned some potting shed comforts
 and asked me what I thought about being handcuffed.

With ken it was always adventure, the adventure of discovery trying
something  new so of course I eagerly went along with his suggestion, me  thinking
he was going to serve me with some domination, and have me like he was
fucking me against my will, wanting me to pretend and make all the objections..

But no, we'd been there, done that  and I still had the cane marks on  my
ass cheeks to prove it!
I absolutely adore that, when he slaps or canes  me, I do love to be all
ass for him, bent over in just the way he likes as he  takes great pleasure to
enjoy  not just the beating but what comes  afterwards, of course the
wonderfully stimulating and satisfying baby oil  massage followed by his oral
overtures like he wants to eat my ass - it's all so  wonderful when he kneads
each freshly spanked cheek to ease away the pain into  sheer ecstasy  - then
the way he spreads them as his strong tongue finds  its mark - and that
certainly hots me up for his wonderfully proportioned cock  giving me that
absolutely satisfying deep penetrative throbbing fuck.

But this time, it was none of that, "this is what I want you to do, Pete"
he said. Already posturing before him, facing him on my knees I just
assumed he  wanted the usual oral treatment, but no, well not exactly, you see he
wanted me  to work out a way to unzip him, but with no hands, because they
were handcuffed  firmly behind my back, and then get to his cock for a full
blooded suck.   He'd read about it somewhere, and how it procured
overwhelming passion and  excitement given the challenge and endurance, asked me if I
was game for the  challenge, that he would really make it worth my while
afterwards and was that  okay?

"What a stupid question," I replied, "you know me more than that."   And
he did certainly, he knew just how much I revered his fuck and he also knew
my dyer need for a regular dose of the taste and suck of  prime cock. Even
though he was into his early fifties he could still give me a good showing
and  all that followed.

So there I was, working out in my mind just how I was to take hold first of
 the zip tag without any hands. I could tell Ken was already exited as his
bulge  grew, not exactly making it any easier for me to take his zip tag
between my  teeth and manoeuvre it down.

He parted his legs a little and started to moan, "You like that, Pete,
sniff me, baby, get the scent of it in your nostrils, you know how you like
that," and he made those delicious little movements, moving his crutch
slightly  to make it more tantalising. And it is true, I loved the scent of him,
sniffing  him though his jeans was always a delight But I knew when I released
his zip I  would get the full scent of cock, which was always a real
attraction to me in a  way I just could not get enough of it in my mouth, feeling
its knob against the  back of my throat, that's what I was geared up for as
I struggled to undo the  zip.

My hands behind me were itching  to feel him, such was the tease and
torture. It was going to take time for me to work this one out and all the time
Ken was pressing his swelling against my face, just as I managed to get a
hold  of the zip tag between my teeth , so I bloody lost it again didn't I!
I  yelled at him be still for just a moment and eventually he did, perhaps
he was  getting impatient as I was but I knew all the time just what a real
tease this  was going to be which made it really all the more scintillating
and exiting I  guess

There! I got it between my teeth, held it there, unzipping slowly, half way
 down, I was already getting the full scent of him now as his jeans began
to  open, Then all the way down, his bulge sort of popped out between the
gap,  hidden by  his tight black briefs. The sod, he was making it difficult to
 the end, now I had to work out a way to get to the flesh of his gorgeous
cock , pulsing now, from behind those very tight briefs.. But for a while I
just  enjoyed the smell of it, rubbing my tongue around  there, Ken was
ecstatic,  telling me how lovely that was, but I still had to contend with a
mouthful of  cotton briefs blocking the way, which made it all the more
thrilling I guess,  and very every tantalising too. I just had to somehow work his
briefs downwards  to reveal that hulk of masculinity that I adore and love
so very much, and I  needed to do that soon because I was hungry, so hungry
to suck cock and to feel  his fuck up inside me.

I was thinking if only I had my hands now, makes you realise just how
important hands are, especially when you are enjoying another guy, imagining how
 I could feel and suck his cock and balls, rim his hole and all that and
lick my  fingers afterwards, then I had no fingers to lick or to use, I had to
do it with  my mouth, my teeth, my tongue and even the way I worked my head
in different  positions to get that just right grasp of waistband between
my teeth, and then  working out how best to work it downwards over the
extremity of his now full  erection, Difficult indeed but I had enough vigilance
and sheer hunger to work  it out, slowly and gradual it had to be but I was
thinking  about the end  product I kept telling myself, think of just how it
will be when you have really  earned your suck and feel of good quality well
primed and mature cock for the  taking! That was Ken. He had a very
enticing and so tasteful a cock, sort of  sweet, yet sour, salty and sensual and
when that first drop of pre-cum oozed  through his p-hole I was like a hungry
kitten sucking its mother's cream. So all  the time it took to tether his
briefs down over that protruding penis I had  those sweet thoughts running
through my mind, and the feel of it through his  briefs - so sensual and
extraordinary, wherever Ken had read about this I didn't  know, but it was so very
tantalising and made for a wonderful  sensual  foreplay which we both knew
would end in a most wonderfully gratifying deep  rough fucking.

Ken started to grunt, impatient of what, perhaps he had bitten off more
than he could chew, or should I have been thinking that, for at that moment,
running through my mind was the thought of him ramming his cock into my
mouth  and me chewing it, and the times when he did that, I thought if only ...
but of  course I could never do that, else what would I do in future by way of
ken's  very exclusive charm and karma?

Ken grunting  a lot, knowing I was having an almost impossible task in
pulling his briefs over his stiff erection, sort of getting the waist of his
briefs half way over his standing penis, but not quite, when they slipped
down  again to where  they were - and it was a case of starting all over, but
the  best thing being, with a lot of sniffing and nudging between. But for
Ken, he  was not so patient as me, I'd known that from the beginning, how when
I got him  so worked up he couldn't hold on any more, twisted and poked me
for all he was  worth and gave me the most delicious rough fucks  across
that well used  bench, but always with a cushion for me to rest on, whether or
not he placed it  there for my comfort or the sheer fact I was not quite
high enough for him to  comfortable penetrate me I don't know, but is certainly
worked and made for some  wonderfully memorable fucks.

But as quick as you like, his thumb flashed down, quickly achieved the task
 which I had been attempting to do for so long, and at last there was I
with my  reward, a veritable length of hard cock which seemed to pop out over
his  waistband like a jack in the box suddenly springing up into my face, and
there  below, his firm balls, like a pair of onions  being squeezed below,
with  the waistband of his briefs now neatly tucked below, causing them to
probe  outwards in a very delightful and inviting way.

Now at last I was in my element, a little peeved that I had not completed
the conquest myself, that on the end ken had to help me, I felt so good that
at  last I could get that taste of cock and my oh! My was it good, it was
like  heaven feeling at last the touch of pulsing cock slither into my mouth,
like a  long lost friend, licking, tasting and moving it inside my mouth,
anointing it  with all the goodness I could give, and then those balls, as if
ready to serve  my needs,, I just adored to licks then up, feel Ken tremble
when I did so, then  feel him shudder and moan as I went at his cock hammer
and tong  - letting  myself go as I always did, enjoying his cock to the
full, but today a littlie  more so because I hade gotten so worked up by the
long tease, and now Ken had  unclipped his jeans to allow them to slide down
over his knees, I had the full  advantage of nudging beautifully between his
thighs, upside down, turning my  head as he nestled down over me above, his
balls hanging low and free now   for me to feel and enjoy, his hole ripe
for me to suck as I spread his cheeks  wide apart, his cock well ripened and
dipping into my waiting mouth, sniffing  and tasting all the time until my
nostrils reeked of his scent and my mouth of  his taste, the taste of salty
sweet and sour cock, that's how it was, and then,  the impatient Ken could
wait no more, I saw the look in his eyes - he was going  to take me, like he'd
never taken me before, harnessed with the handcuffs still  firmly in place -
he aggressively  pulled me up from my laying position,  twisted me around
and ordered me to sprawl spread-eagled on the floor.

If wanted to resist I wouldn't have stood a hell's chance, I was in for
his  deep screw, that's what he said and I anticipated the feel of that so
stiff  penetration I had  come to enjoy, but not this way, for today, what we
had  been doing, was such a turn -on that we both knew it was going to be
something  much more memorable, and he was going to fuck my ass like it had
never been fucked before, and when he took me, like that spread-eagled on the
 floor,  my chest and face touching the floor, my ass perched high for his
penetration - and when it went into me, it was swift and sure and  deep,
soon reaching a full and thrusting penetration, our bodies arithmetically
moving to each other, taking and giving all we were worth. For a day or so
afterwards I was so numb , but it felt so good, something special had moved
us  both and it was something I certainly wanted to try again, but Ken had
other  things in mind, next time it would be his turn to do the honours, but
unlike him  I would not relent, he would have to figure just how to solve the
task, and I  knew I was going to enjoy every moment. It was going to be
just another  wonderful session with Ken...