Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 14:39:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dupree most unlikely part three

Dupree, Most Unlikely
Part Three

These characters and their actions exist in the imagination of the author
and are meant to reflect no one nor to condemn or condone any practice
contained herein. As usual, if this kind of story is illegal where you live
please do not read it; likewise, if you don't like this kind of story, why
did you click on it in the first place? If you are underage SCRAM! Also,
the characters in this story are immune to disease and suffer no physical
or psychological harm unless I, the omniscient author, want them to. Play
safe, and if you do get into all kinds of wild play, make sure all
participants are willing; remember that it's just for fun.

Alone at last

I glanced back at the boy, he was still on the ground and looked like a
nasty mess, but he was smiling. I caught his eye and gave him a wink he
winked and grinned at me in return. He mouthed the words, `blue mustang'. I
understood, and pointed across the freeway and mouthed `tomorrow evening'
and swiftly caught up with Dupree.

As we reached the truck, I had to ask, "Are you always that . . . uh . . ."

"Rough? Only when it's a total slut like that boy was--he want us again
tomorrow don't he?"

"Actually, yeah; that's his car right there." I pointed to the blue Mustang
convertible parked nearby.

"You want to?" Alex asked.

"We'll see, hopefully I'll be too tired to do anything but drive home
. . . speaking of which . . ." I tossed him the keys.

We got in the truck and headed south. We exited onto HWY 46 West; I watched
the scenery turn dramatic as we climbed to high pass then turned north on
CA HWY 1, zipped through Cambria and reached San Simeon Acre's and checked
into the Jade. Alex flopped on the bed near the window. I sat down next to
him.

"I need a shower," I stated, "you wanna wash my back?"

"If you wash my back and . . . other stuff."

I leaned back and took his lips with mine. "What `other stuff' do you have
in mind?"

"Let's get in the shower and find out," Alex said as stood and pulled me to
my feet.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, pressed his body tightly to mine, and
kissed me deeply. We necked for a short while, and then silently stripped
each other and climbed into the shower. We continued our play. We stood
facing each other hands clasped and lips locked, our hardened dicks
crossed, thrust, and parried flesh sabers. We simultaneously nibbled each
other's necks, and then Alex slid his mouth to my left nipple, biting down
and sending shocks coursing through my body; I grasped the back of his head
forcing him to bite harder. I released my grip, and he slipped his mouth
back to my neck and bit there--I almost swooned in pleasure. With his
mouth still on my neck he maneuvered around behind me. He let go of my
neck, stepped back and located my anus with guiding fingers and slid his
dick home in one even thrust. I trembled as he hit the spot; prostate
message soon had pre-cum flowing from my dick in a thick stream. I like to
get fucked, but this boy knew how to work his stick! I moaned like a whore,
like I was being paid for it; we yowled like mating cats. I was surprised
when my orgasm overcame me--and amazed that the first blast didn't crack
tiles on the shower wall. That must have tripped Alex's trigger, because
soon he was clinging to my back for support.

"That was fun," my voice was flat from exertion and I was still breathing
heavily.

Dupree, Alex, was leaning on the shower wall holding the grab bar, looking
slightly dazed. He gave his head a shake and was soon tongue wrestling with
me. The water was starting to cool, so we quickly finished washing and
rinsed off. We dried each other, and then dressed and set out in search of
food. We discovered very quickly that we would have to back to Cambria for
anything to eat. We wound up at the Cambria Pines Lodge and ate very well
indeed.

After dinner we drove back to San Simeon Village and took a leisurely
stroll on the beach. The sun had long since set and as it darkened the wind
came up. We had walked towards San Simeon Creek and were about a third of
the way to it, when I suggested we move away from the water and find a
little shelter from the wind. We found a little nook of rock, and we sat
down inside it. For a long while we sat next to one another just holding
hands. I turned slightly and regarded Alex Dupree; his gaze was distant and
his hand clasped mine more snuggly--he was pouting. My heart was beating
rapidly; of its own volition my other hand reached out and pulled his face
to mine; our lips met and the chorus of every stupid sappy love song I had
ever heard welled up in my head and for an instant they weren't so super
sugary, they were just right. Thank the gods that said moment passed
quickly--it almost made my teeth ache.

I was in love with the boy.

"What man?"

"I said I think I love you Alex."

He kissed me, and I kissed him back; soon we writhed together like fighting
boa constrictors in the breathless desperate passionate manner of sixteen
year olds. Finally we broke our kiss and realized it was DARK and probably
late. So we suspended our passions long enough to return to our room; we
quickly stripped and kneeling in the center of the king-sized bed, began a
mating ritual that would have made Sand Hill Cranes jealous. Our bodies
pressed together as we necked, nibbling earlobes, necks and sucking and
nipping lips and tongues. I leaned forward, gently laying Alex on his back,
and began a tongue tour of his body; I kissed his lips and neck, kissed my
way to center of his chest and lavished each nipple with nips and
kisses. To my gratification, he trembled as I teased each nipple in turn,
and resumed my tour. Butterfly kisses and light tickling to his abs and a
tongue kiss to his bellybutton found my mouth wrapped around his ample bone
hard dick. He cooed, hissed and murmured his pleasure. I spit his manhood
out and started giving his ball sac a tongue bath; shortly I rolled him up
on his shoulders and began lapping, licking, and tongue fucking his tight
little pucker. He purred and hissed as I did my best to tickle his tonsils
from where I was. Finally, he whispered sharply,

"You have to fuck me . . . Now."

"Okay," I said; who was I to argue? I grabbed the conveniently placed
lotion from the night stand and anointed my spear. With my tongue in his
mouth, his knees in the crooks of my elbows, and the head of my dick guided
by his hand I began the long slow plunge into the searing heat of lover
until I bottomed out. I slowly started fucking, my ass rising and falling
in a steady rhythm; our mouths kissing and tongues exploring each other. We
shifted positions soon Alex and were on our sides, his back facing at
almost a right angle; from this position, when not stroking his dick, he
reached down and played with my ball sac and fingered my ass with his
greased up fingers. I pulled him over on top of me while I laid back; he
rode me with his back to me for a few minutes, and I enjoyed the sight of
his hot little ass sliding up and down my very happy cock. Then he paused
and spun himself on my dick to face me.  He leaned forward to take
possession of my mouth with his, while I slid my feet toward me and bent my
knees to give me leverage and resumed fucking at a metronomic pace. Soon,
he grabbed my shoulders and pulled us up and over so I once again was on
top. I broke our lip lock and leaned back--he looked hotter than ever!

"I'm gonna come soon," he murmured in a kind of out-of-it tone.

With very little conscious thought, I withdrew from Alex, crawled over his
legs and impaled myself on his rampant cock. I rode him for just a minute
before he rolled us onto my back and pounded me with a purpose. Soon enough
he gasped, his dick flexed inside me as he unloaded. After a beat, he
pulled out of me and remounted himself on my dick. I got him to spin away
from me, and laid him face down on the bed; wrapped my arms around his
shoulders and jackhammered his ass; all too soon, I felt my balls spasm and
my life force spew into Alex's waiting ass.

After a few moments rest, I rolled off, and he rolled next to me and we
kissed and caressed each other. Without a word, we rose as one and slipped
into the shower. We washed each other, carefully, lovingly pausing to kiss
and lingering, touching as the water coursed over us. Without words we got
out of the shower and dried each other we floated to bed and I fell asleep
with Alex wrapped in my arms, spooned in front of me.

Sometime later in the pitch blackness I awoke to the glorious feeling of my
dick being given a wonderful suckling. I was disoriented for a moment and
almost blew my load before I realized were I was. I reached down under the
covers and pulled my super-hot boy to me and wrapped my tongue around his
tonsils.

"I think I want to be with you for a long time John Matthews."

"And I want to be with you Alex Dupree; I lo--. " He put a finger to my
lips.

"Sssh, let's not fuck-up how we feel with words . . ." he leaned in and
kissed me; I decided to let the matter of words drop and let testosterone
take over. We kissed with passion, our teeth clicking together and I tasted
blood from my lip. Soon we were in a merry sixty-nine, at the rate he was
working me I wouldn't last long--I was so distracted that I lost my
timing on his pole. He tugged my balls with one hand and slid a finger into
my hole and rubbed my prostate and I shot my wad of ball juice into his
mouth. Before I could recover he had slid around, straddled my chest and
commenced to fuck my mouth and throat. All too soon he spilled his seed
into my mouth; I swallowed greedily.

He slid his body down mine until we were mouth to mouth sharing the
lingering taste of come from each other's mouth. He bounced out of bed to
the bathroom and pissed, I followed about two minutes later. Standing there
naked in glaring light of the bath, I glanced at the pair of us; what I saw
made my newly wilted stalk stir and fill with blood. I turned my face to
his and as we kissed, I felt him rise to the occasion as well. We left the
light on and retreated to the armless by the table in the room. Dupree had
detoured slightly to grab the lube and leave it on the table.

He sat on my lap initially as we devoured each other. Soon he slipped off
my lap to his knees and lifted my legs up; knowing what was coming I slid
down in the chair to exposes my butthole. Alex did some oral ministration
to my tunnel entrance then squirted some lotion in his hand, stroked it
onto his man rammer, and plugged me. He pumped away as I played with my
dick; due to the position, he was hitting "the spot" with every stroke. I
was drizzling pre-cum like an old faucet, and languidly stroked my
cock. Finally, neither of us could hold out any longer. My nut exploded
hitting me in the face and on my chin, and spraying my chest and
abs--almost like I hadn't nutted in Alex's mouth just a few moments
before; for his part, Alex shot into my ass with such force that I could
actually feel the heat of the nut splash.

He withdrew, and I went to the toilet to clean up. I took just a few
minutes to clean-up, I stepped out and slid into the bed, and he used the
bath and slid in behind me. I glanced at my watch 0330 it said. I drifted
off again with Alex snuggled up behind me. Tired and content.

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