Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 13:04:18 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: John and Jim, Chapter 2

			       John and Jim

		       Chapter 2-Getting Acquainted

	The problem with summer in these latitudes is that the sun comes up
early: like 5:00 a.m.  If it weren't for Daylight Savings Time, it would be
4:00 a.m.  Of course, the converse is much worse.  In the dead of winter,
we don't see the sun until 8:00 a.m. (if we see it at all) and it sets
shortly after 4:00 p.m.  Getting up AND going home in the dark isn't my
idea of a life.  But, the summers make it worthwhile.

	And this morning was no exception.  Jim was very much making it
worthwhile.  I awakened to hear myself moaning, accompanied by feeling my
ass being opened up by a monster dick.  "Gawd, you're big!" I croaked.

	"Want me to stop?"

	"Fuck no!" I insisted.  His right hand was working on my nips while
his big 9.5" dick slid deeper into my welcoming butthole.  I arched my
back, pushing my ass harder into his exploring dick.  His kinky pubic hair
rubbed deliciously against my asshole.  "Damn, you're big!" I repeated.

	"You said that," he smiled.

	"Yeah, I did," I admitted.  "But, damn, you're the biggest thing
I've had up there in a long time and certainly the biggest man I've ever
had in my bed."  He slowly slid his horsedick in and out of my ass a few
more times.  His full lips nuzzled my neck and kissed my ears.  Jim's hot,
quick breath told me how close he was getting to cumming.

	He ceased fucking my butt and shuddered.  "Stop milkin' my dick,
Man!  I don't wanna cum, yet."

	"Maybe, a change of positions will help?" I suggested.

	"You have something in mind?" he chuckled.

	"You know I do," I laughed.  "Roll over on top of me and fuck me
like I fucked you last night."  He pushed me on to my stomach, rolling with
me.  His dick slid deeper.  I gripped it hard with my ass muscles.  He
supported his thick upper body with his elbows on the bed and his legs
straddled mine, using his knees to help drive his dick hard and deep into
me.

	"What a sweet ass!" he moaned.  "It's a good thing I have a condom
on.  I'd have shot off already with the hot rubs and squeezes I'm getting
from your hole."  He moved into a push-up position, only his big dick
connecting us and bounced his hips up and down, long-dicking my ass just
the way I loved it.  The big head of his dick raced over and over my
prostate each time he plunged in or withdrew.  It would soon become a
question of who would come first, if he didn't slow down.

	He collapsed on my back and held still.  I felt his dick jerk
inside me, but his body didn't follow through.  He'd avoided, but only
barely, another climax.  "We gotta change positions, again.  This is too
good!" he rumbled in my ear.

	"Doggie style?" I proposed.

	"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed.  "One of my all-time favorites.  And I
can really drive from that position into your beautiful ass.  I love
lookin' at that sweet butt with my dick in it.  Nothing looks better,
except maybe my face in your ass!"

	"Or, your dick in my butt without a condom?"

	"Oh, fuck, yeah!  That would be so hot.  I know I'd cum in seconds
just watching my dick open your ass up for a big load," he groaned, pulling
me up onto all fours, his big dick still buried up my brown butt.  He
pulled out slowly, then, lunged forward.  His big hands pulled my hips into
his thrusting dick.  He ground in the thick root, rubbing his pubes into my
tender hole.

	The top part of my body collapsed on to the bed, my shoulders
touching the mattress as he pounded my upturned ass.  The harder he rode
me, the higher he moved on to my back, pushing down on my ass with his big
hands as he thrust his thick dick deeper into my butt.  He stirred my guts
with his monstrous, black stick.  My prostate was pummeled, causing my dick
to jerk and slap against my abs with each thrust of his horsedick.

	I grabbed at my dick and beat furiously.  He slapped my hands away,
then, held them behind my back.  "I'm gonna fuck the cum right outta ya,"
he growled.  I milked his dick, hoping he'd fuck me harder and faster.
That would get me off for sure.

	Jim didn't disappoint me.  He plowed me hard, deep, and fast.  His
breathing was ragged and short.  I knew he was close to blasting his load
when I felt him stiffen on my back.

	And not a moment too soon, I decided.  My dick was slapping wetly
against my abs with each hard thrust, my nuts were drawn up tight against
the base of my 10" donkey dick and were eager to fire their pent up load of
dick gravy.  One special plunge into me and I started to squirt my heavy
cream.  My ropes of cum arched and splattered on to the sheets; some soaked
my chest, but most of them soaking the bedding.  Shot after shot raced from
my bull nuts and squirted out my inflated dick.  I backed on to his
obscenely thick and long semen sprayer, urgently needing as much
stimulation on my joy button as I could get.  Again, he touched a needy
spot and I shot a wad of jizz up to my pillow.  This guy could fuck!

	As I fired off another volley of cum, I felt him jerk violently
atop me, squeak out something unintelligible, and rocket his dick hard into
me.  He pulled my hips back into the final thrust and held on, pumping
savagely, needing to sow his seed so deeply that he didn't pull back
between climax waves.  My climax waves were grabbing at his dick, giving
him more pleasure than just fucking my ass would have done.  He nearly
fainted from the intensity.

	Damn, I thought.  A great fuck that goes this deep with a monster
dick this big has got to be felt bareback as his hot jizz paints my
insides.  I gotta keep this guy around, somehow.  But, he lives in Seattle,
I reminded myself.  That's not conducive to lasting relationships.  Long
distance just doesn't cut it.

	Jim withdrew his slowly shrinking dick.  I rolled on to my back,
being careful not to roll into the cum spattered sheets that I'd creamed
into.  He stretched out atop me, kissing me tenderly, spearing his
formidable weapon into my gaping hole, again.  "I could fuck you all day
and all night," he grinned when he broke our kiss.  "But, if I don't take
this dick outta your ass, the condom will leak."

	My legs wrapped around him and hooked together behind his back.
"Maybe, I wanna get pregnant," I smirked.  He punched his magnificent dick
into me a few more time, ardently kissing as he did.  But, eventually, he
pulled out and I let him go.

	"I love it when you fuck me, Jim," I smiled up at him.  "I love all
the positions, because you make me feel possessed, guarded, cared for."

	"Or loved?"

	"Well, maybe.  Certainly in lust," I concluded.

	"A little too soon for love," he agreed.  "But, you sure do turn my
crank," he added.  "And that especially holds true when you fuck ME!  I
haven't been so well and truly fucked as you did last night."

	"We aim to please," I smiled up at him.  He was on his hands and
knees, bending in for an occasional kiss.  Every time I looked into his
eyes, I wanted him.  And when I checked out his huge, muscled body, I
wanted him to fuck me, continuously.

	Stripping off his filled condom, I drained it.  I pulled him down
for another kiss (which he relished, sucking up as much of his own load as
he could find).  He stood up on his knees, his dick still dripping cum.  I
moved quickly and sucked the big head and most of the shaft into my mouth.
His load tasted even better than it had in the condom.  Licking it off his
skin gave it a special taste.

	He grabbed for my wilted dick.  "You cum already?" he asked.  I
nodded and glanced toward my side of the bed.  He grinned and slipped over
there, his nose against the sheets, sniffing and licking at the larger wet
spots.  "I told ya I'd fuck it right out of ya!" he laughed.  "That's the
drawback to fuckin' doggie style.  I don't get a chance to suck you off,"
he sighed.

	His big dick had been cleaned by now, so I worked my way farther
back, sucking on his big nuts and sniffing at his ass.  His hole was still
shiny with raspberry lube from our fuck in the middle of the night.  I
stuck my tongue between his big glutes and licked the length of his deep
ass trench.  "It's times like this that I wish we were barebacking," I
groaned once I came up for air.  "Suckin' out my own load from a
well-fucked ass is so hot it makes me wanna cum again."

	"I thought I was the only one who was that much of a butt pig!" Jim
laughed.  "You're a kinky bitch, aren't ya!"  He squatted back on my face,
spreading his butt cheeks even more.  "Yeah, Man!  Eat that ass out!"  He
began sucking my dick back to hardness.  It wasn't much of a task for him.
Eating his big ass out was enough to get me hard, anyway.

	We were in pig heaven.  I was eating a big black ass and he was
sucking on one of the biggest, juiciest dicks he'd ever had.  Moaning and
groaning with pleasure, we took each other to new heights of desire.  The
harder he sucked on my dick, the deeper my tongue explored up his hole.  As
though reading each other's minds, he was trying to get my hard dick wet
enough to go up his ass without more than spit, and I was trying to add my
own saliva to his soon-to-be-fucked ass.  Neither of us thought for an
instant that we'd have to bag my dick before we started fucking.

	As it happened, it didn't matter.  I was so into butt munching him
that I didn't focus on the aroused state of my black snake.  I roared my
climax into his big muscled cheeks and sprayed another creamy load of baby
sauce down Jim's throat.  He drank and licked and sucked on me until I
couldn't stand the stimulation anymore.  I pulled away laughing.  "Damn,
Jim!  There ain't no more!"  I rolled over to get away from him, but that
exposed my ass.  He dove in and licked away at the lubed hole.  "You keep
doing that and you'll have to fuck me again," I sighed.

	"I've had worse propositions," he giggled.  "How can one man have
such a beautiful ass and a monster horsedick?  It just ain't fair!"

	"Seems to me that you're the one packin' the monster dick and the
butt that could chew posts into sawdust," I retorted.

	"I really wanted that dick up my ass again," he sighed.

	"And I wanted to fuck you again," I agreed.  "The way we were going
about adding spit to the equation, we'd forgotten about the need for
condoms," I reminded him.  "One of us has to be strong and remember," I
said.

	"We both have to," he replied.

	"Laundry time," I changed the subject.  "These sheets are soaked
with cum and lube."

	"We'll be changing sheets every day the way we're goin' at it all
the time," he laughed.  "But, we'd never have to worry about spilled loads
if we were barebacking," he leered.

	"You're so bad!" I laughed.  "Even if we'd been barebacking, I'd
have shot my load into the sheets when you were pumpin' me doggie style."

	"We'll save that position for laundry day, then" he smiled back.

	We tore up the bed and started the washing machine.  He joined me
in the oversized shower, promising to be good, but faltering badly when I
started eating his ass again.  He slowly jacked his dick while I sucked on
his butthole.  The deeper I ate, the harder he jacked.  He spun around and
fed me another load of ball honey as I jacked off another of my loads on to
his knees.  How could both of us be so hot up to cum so much?  Evidently,
we really turned each other on, a LOT!

	"Shouldn't we check in on Alex and Art?" Jim suggested after the
breakfast I'd prepared and we'd consumed.

      I glanced up from my section of the morning newspaper (the Oregonian,
but as most denizens of Portland called it, the Boregonian (or worse)).
"Do they need checking up on?"
      
	"Surely, Alex does," he grinned.  There had to be a story there,
but I let it slide.

	"You know where they'll be?"

	"Probably at the Vintage.  It seems to be a favorite of his."

	"Not the tubs?" I asked innocently.

	"Art like it there?"

	"Not particularly, but it is closer.  However, the Vintage is only
a couple more blocks away," I allowed.

	"I'll try the Vintage first," he concluded.  "Where's your phone
book?"  I directed him to the appropriate volume, tucked away under a small
table in the living room.  He located the number, dialed, and asked for
Alex's room.  He smiled.  Alex was registered there.  Although it was only
8:00 a.m., I knew they'd be awake.  I was a little surprised when Alex
answered the phone.  I thought they might be fucking or had already gone
out to breakfast.  "Hi, Alex," Jim said breezily.  "You fuckin'?"  He
laughed hard.  "Okay, call me later.  Hey, John!  What's your phone
number?"  I relayed it to him and Jim repeated it.  "So find something to
write on.  Yeah, I'll wait."  I had to laugh.  Knowing Art as well as I do,
I was sure someone's butt was being hammered and the last thing they'd
think of was paper and pencil.  But, they were conveniently in the drawer
of the nightstand next to the bed.  Jim repeated the number again (at
least, he has a memory for numbers) and hung up.

	He laughed when he returned to the living room.  "Alex was busy on
Art's asshole.  He didn't say if he were eatin' it or fuckin' it.  Knowing
Alex, it could be either."

	"No wonder you're such good friends," I acknowledged.  "He teach
you or you teach him the finer points of rimming?"

	"Both of us brought a considerable body of expertise to our first
session," Jim recalled.  "He's nearly as hungry for hole as you are."

	"You know, that reminds me that I haven't had my face in your ass
recently," I leered.  Jim dropped his pants and bent over in front of me.
"You have no SHAME!" I laughed, but immediately rimmed his ass, again.
Before we took a break, I'd fucked him, he'd fucked me, we'd rimmed each
other, taken another shower, and sucked another load of ball honey out of
each other's sacks.

      The phone had rung, but we'd ignored it.  My dick was in Jim's ass
and we weren't about to interrupt that for a phone call.  The recorder
picked it up, saving Alex's message.  He and Art were going out to a late
breakfast and wondered if we wanted to tag along.  If we didn't call back
within 15 minutes, they were going without us.  We didn't call back.

	 By ten o'clock, we'd pulled Jim's overnight bag from his car and
hung his clothes up in my closet.  We'd also stored his Mercedes in my
single car garage.  His vehicle was far more valuable than mine.  I'd
prevailed upon him (easiest thing I've ever done) to spend the rest of the
weekend with me.  The balance of the afternoon, we spent talking.  I wanted
to know more about him and what he did at Microsoft.  He wanted to hear
about my job with the city and what I thought my future there was.  I could
tell by the tenor of his questions that he was trying to figure out how to
get us together on a long-term basis. But, I was just as guilty.

	Clearly, he had the more prestigious job, the better pay, and
better prospects for his career than I did.  He pressed me on my future
plans, wondering if I really wanted to work for the City of Portland for
the rest of my adult life (until retirement, anyway).  I hadn't thought
that far ahead.  But, he had.  He knew he was gonna be a "rich bitch" as he
called it.  A handsome salary and stock would see him into an early
retirement.  His goals were simple: retire early and play.

	Late in the afternoon, I turned the topic to previous boyfriends
and one-night stands.  We regaled each other with salacious tales of kinky
sex, disappointing, duplicitous boyfriends, and anonymous sex at the gym.
He concluded that we were not nearly the sluts others might think us to be.
Neither of us did the bookstores, t-rooms, parks, or baths.  The truth was
that we'd both found as much hot sex as we needed at the gym.  Well, not
that it was enough (as our time together had already proved), but enough to
keep us from going crazy.

	"Every time I find some really hot guy, we'd fuck a couple of times
and he'd be done.  I couldn't find anyone who wanted to go at it all night
or all day long," he smiled.  "Until I'd met you, that is."  I smiled back.
I knew the feeling.  "I'd find some hot guy who'd wanna do me every day at
the gym, but only once a day.  That's sure not enough."

	Again, I agreed.  "You got a stable of regulars?"

	"Probably a dozen or so," he revealed.  "But, seldom do we connect
more than every couple of weeks.  There is always a question of days and
times.  I'm pretty regular with my workout days and times, but they seem to
be all over the place with their schedules.  How about you?"

	"About the same," I sighed.  "A couple of times, I've had two of my
regulars wanna play and I got a hot three-way going, but those are pretty
rare.  Of course, there are always the discouraging times when some troll
comes in and we can't finish what we've started."

	"Yeah, pisses ya off when you wanna get your nut and some dude
kills it."

	"There's always another day," I sighed.

	"Yeah, but you never get you chance to nut that time, again."

	"You recover fast enough."

	"But, I wanna get it on more.  As it is, I jerk off in the morning
before I go to work, get some sex at the gym, and pump off another load
before I go to sleep," he smiled.  "I just wish I had someone to do all
that with."

	"You have me," I smiled coquettishly.

	"Uh, in case you hadn't noticed, my Nubian prince," he grinned,
"you're in Portland and I'm in Seattle.  It's gonna be tough to get it on
with you at that distance, even though you got a big, long dick."

	"But, I'll be up next weekend," I reminded him.  We'd already
negotiated my trip up there, arrival time pegged for sometime in the late
afternoon.  He'd scribbled out directions on a sheet of paper, but I went
on line and found a map that showed it better.  I'd printed that off and
tucked it in my car when he'd gone out to get his overnight bag.

	"And we'll fuck like rabbits, I'm sure," he agreed.  "But, what'll
I do about Monday through Thursday?"

	"There's always the gym," I smiled slyly.  "I can't expect you to
be true to me when I'm not there to service your hot ass and big dick.
I've experienced your nearly unquenchable thirst for frequent sex.  I'm
just as needy."

	"Listen to us," he laughed.  "We've been together less than a day
and already we're planning on how we're gonna be faithful to each other.
Kinda rushing it, I think."  I looked downcast, almost like I'd been
physically hurt.  "Geez, John!  I'm sorry.  That was callous of me.  I
meant to say that we're making all kinds of plans when we hardly know each
other.  Admittedly, the sex is phenomenal!  And as important as that is, do
we have the same life goals, the same sleeping habits, spending habits,
compatible political views?"

	"Well, let's talk about them.  I'll bet we have even more in common
than you might think.  I'll start first, so you won't think I'm trying to
agree with you on things."  He nodded his agreement.  "Okay, I'm
politically liberal, but fiscally moderate to conservative.  I don't spend
more than I can pay off next month on my credit cards.  I'm a morning
person, not a night owl.  I love sex and can't wait to get my dick up your
hungry butt without a condom," I laughed.

	"I like the last one best!" he laughed with me.  "Now, I'm gonna
sound like I'm agreeing with you, but I do.  I'm a real bore when it comes
to staying out or up late.  I like to get to bed by 10:00 or 10:30, and get
up with first light.  I especially like to wake up to a hot dick up my butt
at first light."

	"Or your hot dick up my butt at first light," I interrupted.

	"Yeah," he agreed dreamily, harkening back to our early morning
fuck.  "I make enough money that I never have to worry about debt.  I own
my condo (well, me and the bank), and I'm leasing the Mercedes.  No point
in buying a depreciating asset is there."  I nodded.  I was leasing my
Lexus, too.

	"Okay, so we agree on some basics," I said encouraged.  "What about
your family?  How do you get along with them?"

	"I was one of the lucky ones'" he grinned.  "I have a loving
family.  I even have a father at home who has been a great inspiration to
me.  While I was growing up, I thought he was a tyrant, but I know now that
he was looking out for my best interests.  I'm the middle child of three
brothers.  And you?"

	"I'm in the same kinda situation; but two younger sisters, as I'm
the eldest."

	"What about your first sexual experience, John.  What was that
like? Was it with a man or a woman?" Jim asked.

	"I was 14, I think.  I was on the football team, a freshman.  Two
older guys, one 15 and one 16 got me goin'."

	"How so?"

	"Well," I began, "They'd seen me in the showers after practice and
knew I had a big dick, just not how big it got when hard, though.  You know
how big I hang when soft."  He nodded knowingly.  "So, we started a
jerk-off session.  They were real impressed by my big dick and how much
precum I oozed out.  They wanted to feel my precum and how big and hard my
dick was.  Of course, we were jerkin' each other within a minute.  I know I
shot off first, but I don't recall who did after that.  I do remember how
impressed they were at how hard and far I shot when I came.  For a 14 year
old, I guess I came a lot, too."

	"How big were you then?"

	"Probably six foot tall and weighed about 175."  He grimaced at me.
"Oh, that kinda big!  "I think I was probably 8.5" and pretty thick
already."  He smiled.  "What really got them excited was that I licked off
my cummy fingers.  They said they'd never tasted cum before and had
wondered if it were nasty.  Of course, I assured them it was great."

	"You sure have a testimonial here," Jim laughed.  "I think it is,
too!"

	"They licked off their fingers and liked it, too.  So, the next
time we got together (I think it was a couple of days later), we jacked
each other again and tasted each other's loads from our fingers.  We did
that for a couple more sessions, when this older guy, Jared was his name,
offered to suck our dicks for us, because we'd never had a blowjob before.
He sucked the other guy, uh, Shawn I think it was, and swallowed his load.
I was playing with Jared's dick while he was blowing Shawn.  So, Shawn gets
off, and Jared wants to blow me.  I don't think he got more than the head
between his lips when I started to blast away.  I nearly drowned the poor
guy.  But, he managed to swallow most of it."

	"When did you first suck a guy off?"

	"Same guys," I replied.  "After Jared sucked us off and told us how
great it was, we agreed that it was only fair that we should suck him off.
Of course, he was as hot for it as we were, so we shared his creamy load
within another minute."

	"And your first fuck?"

	"Giving or receiving?" I asked, shifting to get more comfortable.
Retelling my loss of virginity story always got me hard.

	"Both," he answered, taking me by the arm and steering me into the
bedroom, again.

	I smiled and eagerly complied with his urgent, non-verbal request.
He slowly removed my clothes, kissing and licking every new inch of exposed
skin.  I tried to continue my story, but each time he found a new erogenous
zone, I stopped abruptly and moaned loudly.  He urged me to continue, but
all I could think about was fucking his ass like I did Jared's.

	As he quickly shed his clothing, he crawled on to the bed, lying on
his back and taking me in his huge arms.  "Continue, John," he insisted.  I
couldn't remember how far I'd gotten in the story.  I kissed him
forcefully, and slid my very hard dick under his heavy gonads, poking at
his asshole.  He reminded me where I was in the story as he handed me a
condom.  I quickly rolled it on and went back to telling him about my first
fuck.

	"Jared had been playing with his ass when he'd been blowing us the
next few times.  I'd even seen him shove a finger or two up his hole just
before he came.  One time when Jared was on his hands and knees giving
Shawn a blowjob, Shawn started playing with Jared's ass.  Jared went crazy,
going deeper on to Shawn's hard dick than ever and moaning like a bitch in
heat.  The time before I'd been blowing Jared after he'd sucked us off and
Shawn got to sucking on Jared's nuts while I was blowing Jared.  Jared
lifted his legs really high and Shawn started licking the guy's butthole.
I thought it was strange until Jared told me to sit on his face and he'd
cum even harder than he'd ever squirted for me.  By then, I was a total cum
pig, so I was good to go."

	By now, I'd gotten so turned on by Jim that I'd pushed his legs
into his chest and started munching on his butthole, getting it soaked with
my spit.  As my mouth was busy and he was enjoying the hell out of my
lingual stimulation of his manhole, he didn't press me for further details.
"Man!  You gotta fuck me, John!  I can't stand it any longer!" he begged.
He'd grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up his hard body.  My
leaking, jerking dick bounced against his nuts and skidded across his abs.
He unceremoniously snared my dick with both hands and shoved it up his ass.
His groans of lust filled me with more desire to pump another load up his
eager butt.

	Our lips met, nearly sucking the life from each other as my hard
10" dick slid home.  I pressed his big legs into his chest, opening his
thick, muscled, butt cheeks and shoved as deeply as I could.  He didn't
even wince.  But, my dick jerked so hard at the tight, milking cavern that
I almost climaxed.  He could see how close I was to sperming his asshole,
again.

	"Finish the story, John," he asked, hoping to take my mind off what
my dick was feeling.  "You had just sat on Jared's face and were sucking
him off as Shawn was rimming Jared's ass."

	"Uh, yeah," I stammered, trying to break my concentration away from
my ready- to-spray dick.  "Shawn was crazy with lust.  He pushed Jared's
legs higher and pressed his hard dick against Jared's butthole.  I thought
he was gonna smear his precum all over his ass (which he'd done before).
But, Shawn needed to fuck boy butt.  He had a pretty big dick, so he had
the good sense not to slam it in.  But, he did want to fuck Jared, badly!
He pushed forward and went in a couple of inches.  Jared groaned hungrily
into my ass and kept rimming me.  His dick had jerked a couple of times in
my mouth as Shawn had withdrawn once and pushed nearly all the way in.

	"I seriously doubt if Shawn was in the saddle for more than 15
seconds.  Jared had grabbed Shawn's ass with both of his hands and pulled
Jared deeply into his butthole.  I couldn't believe what was happening!
Just watching them fuck nearly made me cum.  I paused sucking Jared.  Shawn
plowed deeply a final time and his entire body stiffened.  He jerked and
jerked, his dick way up Jared's butthole.  I knew he was cumming inside
Jared.

	"When he finally finished, he pulled out.  His dick was streaked
with white cum.  Jared pushed me off his face and praised the hot fuck he'd
just gotten from Shawn.  Then, he looked at me and said that he bet I could
do even better.  My dick was so hard that I could have fucked a tree and
not gotten splinters.  Shawn moved out of the way and I took his place.
Cum was oozing from Jared's butt.  I aimed my big dickhead at Jared's
fuckhole and pushed.

	"I was bigger than Shawn, so my dick just skidded away, up against
his nuts.  Jared grabbed for it, lined it up and pulled me into him.  The
head slipped through and he clamped down hard on me.  But, his ass tunnel
was so slick with Shawn's cum that I only had to push a little harder and I
went all the way in."

	At this point, Jim had both of his big hands on my ass and was
urging me to fuck him faster and deeper.  I closed my eyes and tried not to
cum.  I stopped thrusting and thought of the women at the office.  It
helped a little, but Jim's talented ass was eating my hard dick like a hot
dog.

	"You wanna hear the end of this or get fucked?" I asked
breathlessly.

	"Think you can do both?"

	"NO!" I insisted.  "I'll cum right now if you don't stop milking my
dick."  He relaxed his ass muscles and begged me to continue.  His hands
had moved from my ass to slowly stroking his dick and pulling gently on my
erect nipples.  "You sure you don't want me to cum now?  All that work on
my nips is nearly as bad as milking my dick," I complained.

	"Sorry," he said.  "Continue, please.  Uh, you were fucking Jared?"

	"Yeah, I couldn't believe how good it felt.  This was the first
time I'd ever fucked anyone.  I was amazed at how good it was.  I felt that
sensation of my nuts boiling, ready to fire.  I backed off and worked on
his dick instead.  But, that only encouraged him to eat my dick with his
ass.  Shawn may have lasted 15 seconds, but I don't think I lasted 30.  The
last few seconds were a blur of action, hard fucking from me and flying
jizz from Jared.  Shawn was right there, though, licking up the Jared's
spraying load and working on my nipples.  Jared told me that I was the best
fuck and the biggest dick he'd ever taken.  I had to ask him how many times
he'd done this before.  He said that he and his older brother had been
fucking for a couple of years."

	"Are you telling me that the first time you fucked, you
barebacked?" Jim asked.

	"Yep, just like I wish I was doing now," I grinned down at him.  He
slapped his hard, precum-soaked dick against my abs and pulled me down for
another kiss.  This kiss was more determined.  He wanted my load this time,
no more story telling.

	I long-dicked him, slowly.  He groaned with each thrust and
withdrawal.  His big hands were on my ass again, begging me to fuck him
faster and deeper.  I was at a gallop, now.  This stallion was headed for
the barn and couldn't be turned.  With a whoop of joy, I hit bottom and
sprayed another big, creamy load into the Magnum condom.  I pounded
furiously into him, reveling in the pleasure of another climax.

	As my last shockwaves of climax roared through me, Jim flailed his
dick.  I slapped his hand away, bent over as far as I could and sucked the
head of his dick between my lips.  My big headed dick rubbed resolutely
against his prostate.  That was the last catalyst he needed to bust his
nut.

	I tasted a weak throb of jizz, then, a hard second, third, and
fourth, before his spraying dick weakened the flow.  Swallowing and sucking
hard, I wanted more of his seed.  I punched deeper up his ass, gaining a
further reward of more sweet, dick nectar.  Stroking his phallus with one
hand and pulling his left nip with the other, I gave him the maximum
pleasure I could.  Adding a big, stirring dick up his butt also helped I'm
sure.

	We disconnected and caught our breath.  "Will we ever be able to
keep our clothes on when we're with each other?" he grinned at me.

	"You keep showing me that pretty ass and I'll always want some," I
assured him.

	"You are so fuckin' HOT!" he exclaimed, pulling me into another
huge hug and kiss.  "No one has ever turned my crank as often or as
consistently as you have.  You'll make a bottom of me, yet."

	"Not with this big dick and my hungry ass in the same room," I
said, waving his wilting, but still formidable dick at him.  "Remember,
we're both versatile!" I laughed.

	We connected with Alex and Art for dinner, dining out at one of the
local gay restaurants.  The attached bar was busy, but the restaurant
section was less than half full.  Dinner was great and conversation was
lively.  Our waiter, Todd (with two d's, he said), was a delightful young,
white man with sparkling eyes, a hot ass, and a friendly disposition.  Did
I mention short?  Alex and Art decided to invite him home for some fun
after his shift was over.  They decided to stay at the bar and wait for
him, but Jim and I went back to my place.

	"Alex is a pig," Jim sighed.  "He's been with Art one day and
already he's got someone else lined up."

	"Art's no better.  Did you see how he drooled over Todd's ass?" I
observed.  "And he's short.  You know that's an instant turn-on to him."

	"So you've said," Jim agreed.  "He had a nice package, too, so Alex
will be happy to be the bottom of that dog pile."

	"I noticed that Art was quick to volunteer to bring Alex over to
your place tomorrow, so we can head back up to Seattle:" Jim smiled, "a
little postmortem, perhaps?"

	"Pretty transparent, isn't he!"

	"Well, I'd be doing the same thing if you'd been in Seattle.  Alex
and I share all kinds of confidences.  So, you know we'll be dishin' just
as much as you and Art will."

	"You gonna call me when you get home?  I so worry about anyone on
that stretch of freeway.  So many bad drivers and narrow lanes," I said.

	"I'm flattered that you care that much," Jim smiled and gave me a
kiss as we swung into my driveway.

	Inside the house, Jim said, "Before we left, we should have said
something to them about brunch tomorrow morning."

	"We'll call about nine and see if they're up for it.  They'll
probably still be fuckin'," I laughed.  "I don't think Todd gets off work
until 11:00.  They may hit the bar first."

	"From the way those two sluts were eatin' him up with their eyes; I
think they'll probably take him directly home.  If Art's driving, Alex will
be on Todd like white on rice," Jim laughed.  "And knowing what a butt pig
Alex is, Todd's ass is gonna be well eaten out before they get there."

	"Poor Art!  He'll drive like a maniac to get home fast.  He won't
wanna miss a lick on that boy's butthole."

	"I'm so glad we're not like that.  Such sluts!" he agreed.

	I had to laugh.  If anyone was a butt pig, it had to be us.  I knew
Art well enough to know that he enjoyed it, but not like I did.  And I
doubted if Alex could be rated on the same scale as Jim's incredible skills
as a rimmer.  But, I had to find out.  "So, is Alex any good as a butt
muncher?"

	"Yeah, he's pretty good.  But, doesn't begin to compare to your
skill level, or to your zeal for butthole," he laughed, kissing me softly
on the lips.  "But, I could use another demonstration, just to be sure."

	"Sweet talker!"

	I took him into the dining room and pulled his pants down.  Licking
his dick, I got him rock hard before I turned him around and bent him over
the dining room table.  "This table will never be the same again," Jim
chortled.  "You won't have another meal here that you won't remember this,"
he added, pushing my face into his deep, muscle butt.  "Gawd, you're good!"

	I was too busy to respond.  His butthole was as warm, delicious,
and tight as it was the first time I'd rimmed him.  I pried his big melon
cheeks apart and buried my face between them.  My tongue darted out and
licked his butthole open, spearing him as deeply as my wet lingual digit
could reach.

	Eating his butthole for a good five minutes, I was in pig heaven.
Jim's dirty talk made his butthole even more fun to eat out.  My dick was
aching for release, and Jim's had to be just as bad.  The only time I pull
away from rimming him was to catch my breath and smear some of his milked
precum from my fingers into his rear portal.  I know I had him at the edge
of at least two climaxes from milking precum from his black anaconda.

	My own needs were getting too painful to ignore.  My dick was
throbbing and dripping.  Precum oozed from the open piss slit in a silvery
string to a puddle on the carpet.  I'd have to clean that up, but later.  I
got off my knees and stood behind him, my hard dick throbbing at his back
gate.  Rubbing my big, wet dickhead against his butthole, I heard Jim moan
with eager anticipation.  I pushed and his hole opened up and swallowed the
big head and a couple of inches of thick shaft.

	"Fuck!  You're so fuckin' big!  Be careful.  I'm so close to
cumming.  Don't work my prostate like that," he begged as I slowly worked
my dick deeper, pulling out until only the head was trapped by his gripping
ass lips, then, pushing back inside.

	"I got the same problem, Man!  I'm so close to squirting my load,"
I assured him.  "Oh, fuck!" I suddenly remember.  "Condom!"  I pulled out
fast and apologized for forgetting the most important thing I should do
during sex with another man.  "Stay right there," I ordered.  I raced to
the bedroom and grabbed two condoms.  Hopefully, he'd fuck me when I
finally shot off deep in his ass.  I handed him one of the foil packets and
unrolled mine over my jerking dick.  "Put this on," I directed.  "I wanna
get fucked right after I cum."  Just touching my dick as I rolled it on
nearly made me spray a load.

	His hot asshole was still wet, so I lined up my hard dick and
pushed.  He groaned at the pleasure of getting my fat, long dick up his
hungry ass, again.  "You're so fuckin' big," he repeated.  "Damn!  You're a
hot fuck!"

	I slowly fucked him in long, deliberate strokes up his butt.
Leaning over his back, I worked on his nips with my fingers, nuzzling his
neck and kissing his ear lobes.  I told him how much I loved fucking his
hot asshole, what an incredible bottom he was, and how much I looked
forward to taking his donkey dick up my ass.  He added that he looked
forward to the day when we could fuck bareback and he could eat his load
out of my freshly fucked butt.

	That image raced through my mind and hit my dick hard, pushing me
over the edge.  "Fuckin' cumming in your ass, Jim!  Breeding your sweet
hole!  Knockin' yo' black ass UP!" I roared as the first hard climax wave
smashed into me.  I flopped on his back, having lost nearly all control as
my hips rammed and banged his hungry butt.  More waves of climax crashed
over me, spurting additional jets of cream into the protective rubber.  If
I hadn't been wearing a raincoat, he'd be pregnant for sure.

	"Fuck, YEAH!" Jim echoed, bearing down hard on my pistoning dick.
His muscles clenched and sucked on my dick as I pumped more cum into him.
His howls of pleasure repeated my own.  Urgent hands pulled at my ass,
trying to get me to fuck him harder, faster, and deeper.  Hungry fuck, I
thought.

	Finally recovering, I pulled my dick from his ass and peeled off
the filled condom.  He turned and smiled at me, pulling a flooded condom
from his dick, too.  He laughed.  "Fucked it right out of me, Stud!"

	I was disappointed that I wouldn't get fucked right away, but the
consolation prize was agreeable.  We traded condoms and drained the
contents, pronouncing the dick gravy delicious.

	"Gawd, your ass is incredible," I breathed hotly.  "You ripped the
cum right outta me."

	"Same to you, John," he replied.  "I had every intention of bangin'
your butt right after you shot off inside me, but your big dick forced the
cum right out of my balls.  One good thing though.  I didn't spray your
carpet!"

	"Oh, that reminds me.  I need to clean up the puddle of precum I
dribbled while I was suckin' on your asshole," I laughed.  I picked up a
wet paper towel and tried to get up all my dick juice.  It was a light
colored carpet, so it shouldn't show, I hoped.

	"I kinda wish you hadn't remembered to put on a condom.  I was so
ready for your load in my ass," Jim confessed.  "I'm glad one of us did,
though."

	"Speaking of which, were you serious about suckin' your load outta
my ass after you fucked me?" I wondered.

	"Uh, yeah, I was.  You've done it, too, as I recall."

	I smiled, blushing.  "Uh, yeah.  What a butthole pig!"

	"And a cum pig," Jim agreed.  "When did you ever bareback a guy
that you could do that?"

	"Those two football player friends of mine in high school," I
revealed.  Jim nodded, remembering my earlier tale.  "Right after I fucked
Jared for the first time, Shawn started eating out our loads from Jared's
ass and Jared started suckin' my dick that had just shot off up his ass.
They were both crazy for it.  I thought it was pretty kinky, kinda
disgusting.  But, after a couple more sessions and the hot kisses I got
from them sharing cream and butthole tastes, I was hooked," I confessed.
"I got into rimming easily.  Suckin' a load outta the ass I just fucked
took a little longer to get my mind around, but after I tested it, I was
hooked on that, too.  We fucked and ate butthole for the next two years.
Jared graduated and went off to college.  Shawn and I kept it up for
another year before he took off for college.  Occasionally, we added a new
guy in, but no one seemed to wanna get down like we did."

	"And, later?"

	"There have been many occasions, but I've never been barebacked,
except boyfriends," I said.  "What about you?  I told you about my first
time, now it's your turn."


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