Date: Fri, 20 May 2011 08:21:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Baz Snider <actorbaz@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nasty Old Man 3

We went together into the kitchen, still naked, and when the three had sat
at the table with steaming mugs of coffee Phil commented "Go all night, eh?
What happened to taking care of everyone?  You came in seconds!  And that
was awesome, by the way, that was awesome.  I've never seen Janey take so
much cum at once.

"Oh, was I supposed to take care of someone else?  Who, may I ask?"

"Us," both Phil and Tom answered together, gesturing at each other.

I sighed, and responded, "No, Tom, that's not going to happen.  It's true
that I get hard when I look at you.  I got really horny when I saw your
cock dripping cum through your bike shorts.  I had a really difficult night
last night because of it.  I imagined it all night.  But I couldn't even
jack off while thinking about you.  I felt so guilty lusting after such a
young looking person.  I finally decided that I could make love with you,
but realized that I'd hate myself afterwards.  I wouldn't know whether I
was attracted to you because you look so young or are so beautiful.  I have
never before been attracted by a young boy.  I'm just too confused by my
feelings now.  But I can't get past the thought that you look about 14 to
me, and 14 is too young."

"But I'm not 14," he said.  "I'm 24 and old enough to make my own
decisions."

"I know, but that's not the point.  It's not you.  It's me.  To me you look
14.  It's a long story, and I don't want to get into it, but believe me
when I say that I have my reasons."

"What about Phil?" he asked.  "He's looks his age, and I suspect he's just
as anxious to get together with you as I am.  I bet you'd fuck him."

"Not you either, Phil," I answered.  "You two are obviously very fond of
each other.  Friendship like that is rare and precious.  I will not do
anything that would jeopardize that.  I've lost too many friends for far
more sinister reasons.  I'll not be responsible for you two losing each
other, and my fucking Phil would more likely than not lead to that."

Phil interrupted at this point.  "You certainly enjoyed Janey, and she's a
friend too.  She's the same age as the two of us.  Is it her big dick?  Her
soft tits?  Her readiness to please?  Tom and I have all that except the
tits.  We give good blow jobs too, and fuck each other and Janey a lot.
Did you think about that?"

"Janey caught me by surprise.  When I thought she was a woman, I was
already attracted to her, and even though there's a great difference in our
ages I flirted and daydreamed about making love to her.  When I saw that
she was, or had been, a man, it destroyed my resistance."

"I'm still a man," Janey said.  "I never expected to grow tits, and when I
did, I found that I like them.  I like being attractive to men, and I like
showing them off.  I also like playing with them when I jack off.  Before I
grew them, I jacked off a lot, but when the tits appeared it just seemed so
much better.  They're really sensitive.  Perfect for me.  It's like I have
a girl who's always ready for me and always hot for a tumble.  I like
fucking men and women, and I like being fucked by both.  What about you?"

"I was quite clearly horny, after a night if fantasy and no release.  And
she was on her knees before I could stop her.  And by the way, Janey, that
was not the best blow job in the County.  I suspect it's the best blow job
in the Western Hemisphere.  I really couldn't help myself.  I haven't cum
that fast since I was a teenager, playing grab-ass in the back of my old
Chevy.  You're an artist."

"Thanks," said Janey.  "I learned when I was very young myself, when I was
raped by an older cousin.  He taught me well."

"That's my point, Tom.  Janey, and I suspect a lot of young men, were raped
when young.  It affects us. It affects the way we feel about ourselves and
how we react to other people.  We always expect to be betrayed, to be used,
and we have very lonely lives after that.  Intimacy is impossible for us.
We mistake sex for intimacy, and never really get to know anyone else.
It's hard to explain, but I'm violently against sexual exploitation of
young boys and girls.  I've seen a lot of that, and I can't be a party to
it.  When I can, I put a stop to it."

"But ?" interrupted Tom.

"I would rather have intimacy than sex with you." I said.  "Can you
understand that?"

"I don't know what you mean," said Tom.  "I'm a fully adult male, and I
want to have sex with you.  What's wrong with that?"

" I'm sorry, but that's the way it is."

"I can't help how I look," said Tom.  "You aren't being very fair.  To
reject me because I look young is prejudice.  You're not being fair.  I
have needs just like everyone else, and you shouldn't judge a book by its
cover."

 "You're right, of course.  We don't get to choose the body we're born into
or what happens to that body over the years - just look at mine.  Scars and
age have turned me into a sad parody of what I used to look like.  In a
way, though, I'm glad you didn't see me then, because you would only feel
pity for the way I look now."

I put omelettes in front of them and said, "Eat now, and then you must go.
Janey, you're wonderful and I'd love to explore more of you soon.  You're
welcome here anytime, naked or dressed, man or woman, horny or
uninterested.  But Tom and Phil.  I'd like to be to be friends with you.  I
would prefer intimacy with you rather than sex.  I hope that any time you
have need of help from an old man, you'll call on me."

We continued to talk while we ate, of the weather, biking, boating (I
invited them to come on my yacht and to teach them how to sail) and
anything but the elephant in the room - sex and my desire for each of them.

When we finished, I walked them to the door and watched while they dressed.
Each of them looked awesome, each in his or her own way.  Tom was smooth
and fragile, Phil was heavy and muscular, and Janey was feminine and manly
at the same time.  Their erections had softened by now, and I saw that each
one of them was well hung, clean and alluring.  When they had finished
dressing and I opened the door for them, Janey turned to me and said, "I
would like to stay for a while.  I don't have to be at the restaurant until
5:00, and I'd like to spend the day with you."

I nodded and said, "I haven't showered yet, but you can stay and shower
with me if you like." Phil and Tom looked at each other, then turned and
without another word walked down the steps.

Janey said, "I have a better idea.  You clean up the kitchen while I draw
us a bath.  You do have a tub, don't you?"

"Big enough for the two of us and plenty of room left over.  This house is
150 years old.  I have never updated the bathrooms since I was a little
boy.  You'll love it.  Second door on the left."  With that, she slung her
net bag over her shoulder and started for the stairs.  I went into the
kitchen and started loading the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher.  I
cleaned the pans by hand and dried them and put them away.  When I heard
the water in the tub shut off, I went quickly up the stairs, picking up
last night's clothes as I went.  I dumped them into the hamper in my
bedroom and opened the door to the bath.

She was naked again, her clothes neatly hung on the hooks on the back of
the door.  She was lighting the last of a half dozen candles, bent over
with her back to me.  Her smooth tight ass cheeks beckoned me, her asshole
visible as were her balls hanging between her legs.  I came up behind her,
reached down between her legs and clutched her cock in my hand.  It was
semi-hard and enormous.  She stood up, leaned back onto my chest, and said,
"Me first."  I let go of her cock and she stepped gracefully into the large
claw-footed tub, bracing herself against the sides as she sat down with her
back against the end opposite the faucet.  "Now you," she said.

I stepped into the tub, not nearly as gracefully with my bad knees, turned
around and sat between her bewitching legs with my back to her.  She held
my shoulders and pulled me back until my head was between her breasts and
my lower back against her now-rigid cock.  As she slowly lathered her hands
with a bar of Oil of Olay soap, I concentrated on my back, trying to gauge
the size of that weapon with my back.  I knew it was bigger than mine, but
couldn't imagine precisely how long it was.  It was thick enough and hard
enough to be a little uncomfortable against my spine, but felt wonderful
anyway.  I wrapped my arms around her thighs and grabbed the back of her
knees, pulling her legs tight against my ribs.  She lifted her feet, put
them between my legs and locked them together holding me in a tight but not
painful scissor hold.

She began lathering my chest, starting at the base of my throat and slowly
massaging my man-tits.  I wondered why I was not embarrassed by my flabby
chest and soft belly, but let her explore all she wanted.  She ran her
fingers over each scar, seemingly trying to memorize each of them.  Her
arms were just long enough to reach over my shoulder and explore my navel,
occasionally brushing against my cock head.  My cock was throbbing.  It was
big enough to reach just past my navel, but instead of grabbing it, she
continued to wash my chest and belly.  Her fingers became more firm, and I
could feel her breathing getting heavier, now and then a slight moan as she
exhaled.  Suddenly I felt her cock throb, her legs tighten around my ribs,
and a long moan escaped her lips.  She started to cum, shooting between our
bodies, smearing my back and her chest at the same time.  I was so
surprised that I also started to cum, and there we were, neither having
touched the other's cock, cumming like two teenagers on their first date.

When we had finished and had caught our breath, I reached forward and
turned on the shower.  I stood up, not saying a word, and she followed.  We
rinsed off, cleaning each other's cum, and lathered each other's genitals.
We were both getting hard again, not the raging hardons we had before, but
just enough to make our dicks feel heavy in each others' hands.  She
stepped out of the tub first, and I turned off the shower and pulled the
plug to drain the tub.  She had already grabbed a towel from the shelf, and
softly and carefully dried me off, head to toe, concentrating on my
ever-hardening cock and my balls, reaching between my legs to dry my ass
crack.  Then she stood up and, using the same towel, dried herself off then
wrapped the towel around her long black hair, piling it all on the top of
her head.  "Is it OK if I get your pillow wet?  You don't seem to have a
hair dryer."

"I'd be honored," I answered, and led her by the hand into the bedroom.

We spent the entire afternoon in bed, and I fucked and sucked her, and she
sucked and stroked me.  She wanted to fuck me too, but I explained that I
wasn't made that way.  For me, it hurt too much.  I knew other guys said it
only hurt at first, then it felt fantastic.  But for me, the pain never
stopped.  It never got to the point where I could enjoy it.  I had tried
several times, usually with men with particularly small cocks, but it never
worked for me.  She accepted that and enjoyed whatever I did for her and
she did for me.  It was a magical day, and at 4:30 she dressed and left for
work.

A couple of s later, I was drifting off to sleep in the owner's stateroom
of my yacht in a post-coital reverie, when I heard a loud thump against the
hull.  I thought it might be a floating log from the storms we had had
earlier in the night, but then I heard whispers coming from the porthole.
I quickly grabbed the old Colt .45 I kept in the shelf beside the bunk and
started to get up.  Janey stirred and asked what was happening and I
quickly and quietly told her to get into the hanging locker next to the
stateroom door and stay there.  She did what I asked without question - a
trait I valued, believe me, and I slowly and silently opened the overhead
hatch to the foredeck.  I rose to stand on the bunk while I peered through
the opening, but couldn't see anyone there.

Again, slowly and silently, using the skills I had acquired over decades of
covert operations, I crept through the door and into the main salon, when I
heard Phil's voice calling out, "Anyone there?  We need help!"

I reached behind me and turned on the cabin light, and there were Phil and
Tom.  Phil was holding Tom around the waist and Tom's arm was around Phil's
shoulder.  Phil was dressed in his customary jeans and plaid shirt, but Tom
was naked, and bleeding from cuts on his face, chest and hands.  His
flaccid cock seemed raw and inflamed.  He was also covered in bruises,
which stood out clearly against his pale smooth skin.  I called for Janey,
and she came quickly into the salon, gasping as she saw Tom leaning heavily
on Phil.  "What happened?" she asked.

Phil answered, saying only that Tom had hooked up with the wrong guy and
got the crap beat out of him.  Tom said nothing, and I was concerned he was
about to pass out.  Laying my .45 on the table, I told Janey and Phil to
help me get Tom into the shower, which they did.  I then told Janey to take
Phil to the galley and show him how to make some tea - regular for Phil,
Tom and me, and a special herbal tea I kept in the refrigerator for Tom.
As they moved toward the galley I told Janey to put fresh sheets on our bed
and get the first aid kit from the locker in the pilothouse.

Sitting Tom on the toilet, I closed the door and turned on the hand-held
shower.  Tom leaned wearily against the bulkhead, and again I thought he
was going to pass out.  Instead, he said, "What are you going to do?"

"First I'm going to clean you up and check for broken bones, then I'm
putting you to bed.  Judging by those bruises on your ribcage and belly,
there may be some internal damage, so I'm going to check for that as well,
but we'll probably not know for sure until morning."

I waited for the water to get lukewarm, then starting at his head.  I
rinsed the blood and what I took to be dried cum from his face and chest.
I rinsed his entire body, including his swollen cock and bruised ball sack.
As I got to the filthy bandage on his knee, I carefully removed it and
while I rinsed the dried blood from the cut, I said, "Well, the stitches
look fine, and you could probably have them removed in the next day or so.
How's your butt?"

He didn't answer, and I saw that his eyes were staring at my semi-hard
cock.  "Never mind that," I said, "I'm not going to hurt you any more than
I must, and I'm certainly not going to be looking for any sex tonight.  You
know how I feel about that.

"I know," he said.  "But I can't help looking.  You're really hot, you
know."

Then I shut off the water and took out some antiseptic cream soap and began
lathering his smooth hairless head.  The soap had the appearance and
texture of cum, and I couldn't help getting a little harder as I spread it
on his head.  With my cock so close to Tom's face, I decided it would be
best that I covered up.  I grabbed a towel from the stack on the shelf and
wrapped it around myself.  I began cleaning the small minor cuts over his
ears and as I did so, I pressed gently on each of the bruises, checking for
fractures.  He winced slightly as I pressed a couple of spots, but made no
complaint.  Then I started on his face, being careful not to get any of the
soap into his eyes, nose or mouth.  Again I checked for fractures,
particularly his nose and cheek bones.  He relaxed as I did this, and I
could see his shoulder sag slightly.  Then I started on the back of his
neck, gently massaging the cream into his soft pale skin.  I squeezed the
muscles on the back of his neck a little harder, and then moved to his
shoulders.

His skin was as soft as I had hoped, and the smooth baby fat felt like fine
silk in my hands.  I was glad I was behind him at this point, as my
erection was growing painful and throbbing fiercely under the towel.
Afraid I would brush it against him, I took a step backwards and began
massaging his upper back and under his arms.  His hairless pits felt
strange to me, unlike the shaved pits of men and women I had been with.  I
washed each of his arms, and felt for fractures.  His muscles were hard
under the baby fat, and tensed each time I squeezed.  I knew he was getting
horny himself, and reminded myself that this was not good, but couldn't
help peering over his shoulder to check out his dick.  It was hard and red,
looking angry between his legs.  As I moved my hands over his shoulders and
began washing his chest, his dick jumped several times.  When I accidently
brushed my towel-covered cock against his neck, my cock jumped as well,
completely out of control.

"God, that feels good," he said with a lazy sigh.  I could feel him
relaxing even more as I smoothed the cream onto his nipples with the flat
of my hand.  He leaned back slightly so that my dick was over his shoulder,
and he looked down at it hungrily.  "Do you have to wear that towel?"  he
asked, with a slight breathlessness in his voice.

"Yes, Tom," I answered.  "I'm not here to have sex, and I don't mean to get
you going.  I just need to check you for injuries and then put you to bed.
You need rest and time to heal."

"OK," he said reluctantly.  "Here, give me the soap and the shower head,
and I'll take care of the rest."

I knew what he had planned, but agreed and left the shower.  I knew that he
would probably jack off after I was gone, but at least I wouldn't be a
party to it.  More than anything I wanted to watch, wanted to help even,
but I had to be the adult.  I had to make sure that both he and I knew I
wasn't ever going to take advantage of his vulnerability.  It was one of
the hardest things I had ever done, leaving that bathroom with him naked,
wet and covered with lather.

My heart was beating fast and my breath was coming quickly as I moved
quietly to the galley to find Janey and Phil sitting close together and
talking in whispers to each other.  Janey was still naked, but Phil was
still fully dressed.  Janey's flaccid cock was so big that it lay on his
thigh rather than hanging between his legs, long enough to reach his hip
bone and more.  Before they noticed me I stared hungrily at that monster
and thanked my lucky stars that she liked me as much as I liked her.  My
still hard cock twitched again as I remembered our night together before
the boys arrived.

Janey must have heard something, because she suddenly turned around and
stared at my tented towel.  "How is he?" she asked, with a smile playing
around her eyes.

"He'll be fine.  Just a few minor cuts and some bruises, but nothing
broken."

"That's not what I meant," she said.  "I mean did you enjoy yourself?"  She
nodded toward my erection.

Embarrassed, I actually blushed.  "I told you how I feel about that," I
answered slightly peeved.

"We'll see about that," she said with a mysterious glance at Phil.

"Forget it," I said.  "Phil, tell me what happened.  And Janey, please go
in and help Tom get dried off and put him to bed in our bed."

"With pleasure," she said, and got up to head to the bathroom.  As she
pushed past me, she gave a firm tug to my cock and said, "I'll take care of
you later."

Ignoring her, I sat at the table and looked expectantly at Phil.

"Tom hooked up with the wrong guy tonight, that's all."

"Look," I said.  "That was more than just rough trade.  He was badly
beaten.  That wasn't just sex.  Someone really meant to hurt him."

"Alright, alright," he said with a defeated groan.  "You're too smart for
me to try to fool you.  Tom and I were at the ----- and met up with a new
kid.  He said his name was Gary, and he was really hot.  He was tall and
slim, and obviously into Tom.  After a few drinks, Tom asked me if it was
OK if he took Gary back to our crib.  I told him it was fine, but to be
careful.  This kid was new to the ------ and we didn't know anything about
him except he was tall and hot.  We had met in a bar, so I figured he
realized that Tom wasn't as young as he looked, so I didn't think he was a
perv or anything.  They left, and I hung around for a while trying to pick
up a little something for myself - with no luck, I might add."

"Never mind that - what happened to Tom?"

"Well, after a couple of hours I went home, figuring they would be done.
As I approached the door, I heard shouting, several voices at once, and
hurried to unlock the door and go in.  When I got to the bedroom, Tom was
tied face down on the bed and there were three guys beating him with
leather clubs.  He was bleeding in a few places, including his asshole.
Tom was crying, saying that he would never tell.  I shouted for them to
stop, and they turned on me.  The guy Gary was one of them, still naked,
but the others were dressed in leather pants and driving jackets.  All
three wore gloves.  I went after them and kicked the shit out of all three.
Then I brought Tom over here.  Janey had told us where you'd be, so we
stole a dinghy and rowed out here."

"Why didn't you go to the cops?"

"We couldn't.  Gary was unconscious, but the other two were dead."

"Dead??  What the hell?"

"Look.  I have been studying martial arts since I was eleven, and they were
just thugs.  Strong, but not very smart.  It only took me a couple of
minutes to get them on the floor, but then one of the thugs pulled out a
gun.  I kicked it out of his hand and gave him another kick in the throat
to shut him up.  I crushed his windpipe.  He was dead before his head hit
the floor.  The other one started to get up again so I gave him a kick in
the head.  Broke his skull.  He was dead too."

"Holy shit - you killed two thugs barehanded?"

"I didn't mean to kill them.  I just wanted them to stop hurting Tom."

"You still should have gone to the cops.  They had a gun.  It was
self-defense."

"They were actually after me."

"What?  Why?"

"I've made a few enemies, that's all.  Never mind why."

At this point, Janey came in and told us that Tom was clean and dry and
falling asleep in our bed.  He obviously didn't need the tea I had asked
for.  She sat down, looking at Phil, and said, "What now?"

"Now we go to bed," I said.  "We'll talk about this in the morning.  We
need to make some plans, and I'm tired.  Janey, you can sleep with Tom.
Phil, you take the aft cabin.  I'll take the midship cabin.  I'll be up at
sunrise and have coffee ready before you wake up."

I showed Tom to the aft cabin as Janey cleaned up the teacups and went into
the forward cabin, closing the door.  Tom stripped off his clothes and
slipped between the sheets in his boxers.  I went to the midship cabin,
removed the towel, and lay on the bed and rolled a joint.  This was quite a
night, and I needed to clear my head and try to understand what had just
happened.  Not only was Phil a killer, but Janey and Tom obviously knew it.
I lit up and lay staring at the ceiling as I thought about what needed to
be done.  First, we had to get rid of the bodies, then we had to let the
kid Gary know that he was in deep shit and better get out of N---- before
it got worse.

As I lay there, I heard a soft tap at the door.  Thinking it might be
Janey, I said "come in."

It turned out to be Phil, still in his boxers.  "I smell pot," he said.

I handed him the tobacco tin and some papers and told him to help himself.
He quickly stripped off his boxers and climbed onto the bed.  He straddled
my legs and sat down on my thighs.  When he did, his balls rested heavily
against mine and the tip of his cock lay on my pathetic pubes.
Unconcerned, he expertly rolled a joint and looked around for a match.  I
gave him my lighter, he lit up, and we stayed in that position as we smoked
silently, both of us deep into our thoughts.  As I smoked, I absently put
my hand on his knee and caressed it slowly, sort of as a calming talisman.
He looked down at my hand, and I realized what I was doing and pulled it
away quickly.  He roughly grabbed my hand with his calloused hand and put
it firmly on his muscular thigh.  When I tried to pull it away, he held it
there and moved it slowly to his inner thigh and up toward his cock.  We
finished our joints that way - his nuts resting against my own, my hand on
his thigh within an inch of his crotch.  It was intimate and calming - no
pressure for sex, just companionable touching.

When I finished my joint and put it out, I tried again to pull away, but he
reached down between his legs and grabbed my own cock, at the same time
putting my hand firmly on his rapidly expanding dick.  "Don't reject me,"
he said.  "I need some sex now, and I have been dreaming for weeks of sex
with you."

"Me?" I asked. "You have Tom and Janey.  What do you need with an old man
like me?"

"Yes, you're older than I am.  You've made that clear.  But don't you see?
That's part of what makes you who you are.  You have age, we have youth.
That doesn't change how we feel, doesn't turn us off.  It attracts us.
Unlike other men your age, you have made it clear that although you are hot
for all of us, you won't hit on us.  But that's only because of our age -
you have this idea that to hit on us would be predatory.  You don't give us
credit for being able to say no, to reject you if we are put off by your
age.  That's unfair.  I'm beginning to think that you dislike us more than
you think we should dislike you.  Janey should have proven that we all want
you, all want to make you feel good and to have you make us feel good.  I
know you can take us to places we've never been, show us heights of passion
we've never known.  We want you.  We need you.  Now shut up and let me
work."

With that he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, while still holding
my dick in his hand between his legs.  By leaning forward he trapped my
hand between his cock and his hard lean abs.  Breathing heavily, he began
fucking my hand while he stroked me firmly.  He broke the kiss after giving
me a tantalizing taste of his tongue and began to kiss my neck and lick my
shoulder.  Soon he sat up a little, releasing my hand from his cock and
moved down to lick and nibble my nipples.  It was expert.  His touch was
light, with just enough pressure to make me want more.  When my chest was
wet with his saliva, he used his other hand to spread it slowly around my
chest and abdomen.  I never had much chest hair, so his hand moved smoothly
over my damp lubricated skin.  I objected when he gently fingered each of
my scars, but he told me that they were as much a part of me as my mind and
my cock.  He clenched his hand a little and began drawing his fingernails
through the wetness, making long sensuous strokes from my nipples to my
pubes.  By this time there was no way I could say no.  My abs twitched with
each stroke, causing my cock to jump and twitch.  I was defeated.  I wanted
him to continue, to have his way with me, to suck and lick until I filled
his mouth with my cum.

As he started kissing and thrusting his tongue into my navel, I added a
large dollop of pre-cum to the dampness, and he eagerly lapped it up,
letting a string of pre-cum hang momentarily between his tongue and my
navel before he pulled it all into his mouth.  Then he moved up and kissed
me again, this time sharing my own pre-cum.  It was sweet and a little
salty.  I had already cum twice with Janey and not showered, so it must
have had a little taste of Janey on it.  I was leaking heavily by now, and
he moved back down to my navel, took another mouthful and then spread it
around my pubes with his tongue.  As his tongue reached my ball sack he
released my cock and began cupping my balls.  His other hand was gently
pinching my nipples as he moved his face between my legs and began licking
the tender area between my balls and asshole.  I moaned, mumbling that it
felt great.  It did.  As he licked my balls, his unshaven chin pushed
between my ass cheeks and rubbed firmly against my asshole.  What a
feeling!  His tongue and hand on my balls, his hand on my nipples, his chin
rubbing my ass and my cock throbbing freely.  I reached down and began
stroking my own dick, hoping to keep this going for a long time.  He
stopped me, lifted his head to look in my eyes and said, "No.  I'm going to
do it all.  Just lay back and let me show you what I can do."

Then he opened his mouth, leaned down and in one swift movement took my
entire 10 inch cock into his mouth and throat.  No teasing, no playing with
the head, just a sudden movement and he had it all.  I felt his teeth
around the base of my cock and his breath cooling my still wet pubes as he
swallowed again and again, rhythmically applying pressure with his throat
and tongue the full length of my now rock hard cock.  His hand was still
cupping my balls, and he must have felt them pulling up toward my belly
preparing to shoot my load into his throat, and he suddenly pulled away.
"Not yet," he said.

Then he knelt between my legs and pulled my knees up and spread them.  Once
again he dived between my thighs and began using his long wet tongue to
clean around and then into my hole.  His tongue was longer than I had
imagined, and he thrust it again and again into my asshole, curling it
upward with each thrust, opening me up and drawing almost continuous moans
from me.  I thrashed my head back and forth on the pillow, begging him not
to stop, but then he did.  This time when he put his mouth on my cock, he
kissed the head, the shaft, the balls, then back to the head again.  As he
took the head into his mouth he began stroking the shaft firmly and slowly.
Each time his hand reached the head and his lips, he would pull his lips
away and smear his spit on the head, then he stroked downward again,
replacing his hand with his lips.  It was exquisite.  Janey was good - an
explosive blow job - but this was different.  Janey's passion and urgency
were replaced by Phil's uninhibited intimacy.  He knew where every nerve
ending was, every thrilling vein and artery.  His knowing and expert
technique made my already hard cock seem to grow even larger.  Each upward
stroke seemed to make it a couple of millimeters longer, each smear and
downward stroke made it stretch out for more.

Finally he again swallowed the whole thing, this time holding it in his
throat and not moving.  The warmth and wetness, combined with his hot
breath on my pubes, made my breath come ragged and quick, each exhalation a
moan.  I could hold it back no longer, and told him I was about to come.
His only response was to nod once, but not to move again.  I took a deep
breath and began a long moan which quickly became almost a scream as I
came.  My first shot went directly into his stomach, but then he pulled
back and held only the head in his mouth as I shot again and again, filling
his mouth with cum.  He held it in his mouth, grunting with each shot,
breathing through his nose, now stroking my cock firmly and quickly.  He
drew every drop of cum out of me, and I knew his mouth could hold even
more.  When I was through and had flopped back onto the bed, he pulled his
head away, still holding my cum in his mouth.  Then he sat again on my
thighs, his balls again resting against my now soft cock, looked down and
spit all my cum onto his own cock.  He smeared it around and began jacking
urgently until he came, unloading spurt after spurt onto my belly and
chest.  One shot hit me in the face, the warm heavy oil dripping down my
cheek.  Finally he too collapsed, lying forward onto my chest smearing his
own cum across my soft scarred body.  He sighed heavily and fell asleep
almost instantly. Surprisingly I fell asleep too.