Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2015 22:00:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: Giving Up Control

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*****

Usually, I was the one in control. I had a bit of a rep for being a damn
good fuck, if I do say so myself, one I'd honed since I'd got my first
taste of pussy at 15. I know, I know, every dude will say this, but I truly
believe I was born to fuck. And when I got to college, I discovered that
the occasional buddy blowjob I'd swapped and enjoyed my last couple years
of high school were just the tip of that particular iceberg, and there was
a whole other world of sexual pleasure to discover and explore. And explore
it I did. Soon, I found that my ratio of pussy to dude ass had reversed,
and I was fucking a lot more muscled butt than I was girls. Hey, it was
just fine by me.

Pete also had a reputation, one that I continually heard about even though
he'd been two years ahead of me at our school. I'll admit, it was fun to
swap stories about our various sexual adventures with him, though neither
of us had ever said a word about dude stuff. But I just knew that if I was
into it, then he must be too.

We were both home from our respective schools over winter break, and Pete
had brought back like an ounce of pretty amazing bud he'd scored up
there. So the first chance we had, our parents at work all day, we had a
little wake and bake, fired up the PS4 and chilled together. Bro
time. Nothing better... well, if you don't count sinking your cock into a
hot, tight, willing hole underneath you, that is. But I figured I'd work
the contacts in my phone for that, and... catch up with some old friends
later in the day.

Bro talk inevitably led to story-sharing about our various conquests, and
when my deep high caused me to slip and tell him about the two lacrosse
bros I'd nailed together in their dorm room right in the middle of finals,
I thought I'd fucked it all up. But the slow, wide grin he gave me, the way
he looked at me, like he was seeing me for the first time, gave me a bit of
a chill... a tingle inside. Yeah, weed always got me horny, but this was
more than that. And I could see from the great big growing shape in his
sweats that he was feeling the vibe too.

So yeah, like I said, I was used to being the one in control. I was nervous
as hell about the whole idea of being fucked, I'd never had more than a
finger or two and once or twice, a very eager tongue up there. I was cherry
in that last sense of the word. But Pete's warm, soft, moist lips on my
neck, the graze of his manly five-day winter beard on my cheek, his skilled
hands exploring my tight bod as he stripped me easily out of my
clothes... god damn. I gave it up to him - gave up control, and gave up my
ass, and he took both willingly, expertly.

It took some time, sure, Pete's thick, skilled tongue working my mouth over
for a solid 20 minutes while his fingers teased and tested my tight
hole. Then even more of his skilled deep kissing, only this time, it was my
ass. My lightly haired, about-to-be-ex-cherry ass, and I'd never been
harder, or wetter, leaking a continuous stream of thick precum all over the
sofa as I moaned incoherently. He knew how to do this even better than I
did, and had me ride him for my first time. I'll never forget the feeling
of his big seven-inch dick sliding slowly, almost tenderly up my spit- and
lube-slicked hole, and I was amazed when I felt the press of his big, full
balls against my cheeks as I bottomed out. Amazed, and weirdly proud that
I'd taken it. The grin gave me was a potent mix of lust, pride and bro-love
for me, and he slowly set to work.

When his strong hands grabbed hold of my throat, I moaned his name, eyes
locked with his, both panting, chests heaving, slicked with sweat, my cock
oozing a steady flow of pre all over his rippling abs. I was fucking myself
on him as much as anything now, my ass on fire in the best possible way,
feeling like I was going to blast off at any moment. The clutch of his
hands - not choking me, not squeezing, really, just holding me there, our
eyes locked as our bodies flowed together - pushed me right to that brink.

"Cum, little brother," he whispered. "Come for me, baby."

As I howled his name, painting his sexy face and the armrest and side table
behind him with rope after rope of thick, hot cum, I felt him rumble and
tense and fire off, deep up inside me, never breaking eye contact. I never
knew giving up control could be so intense, so deep. I was ready to try it
out some more.