Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2012 05:17:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Fucking in the Rain

"How's my favorite rent boy then?"

It was Phil, my Tuesday guy. But today was Wednesday.

"Thought we were booked for yesterday, Phil, as usual I was awaiting your
moby call to say where and when!"

"Sorry!"

It was okay him saying sorry but the thing is I lost two days business, he
always wanted me fresh for a couple of days before he had me so that was
three whole days lost.

I told him so and he relented saying he'd make it up, that I was worth it
and all the rest of his blarney.

Although he was always very generous and I knew he'd make it up. Needless
to say I was moonlighting doing one trick with this guy in town who was
happy with just a stiff wank and a gobble, so I was keeping to my side of
the bargain in not having full sex with the guy. Which I was glad about
because between you and me he had a cock on him like big fish and he smelt
like it too!  Sucking him I could sort of turn off and wash my mouth out
afterwards, but it was worth a £50 dollar note so I was happy.

"So you are okay for today?" I pressed Phil.

"Great, it's going to rain cats and dogs so that'll be fine"

I was not quite sure of his thinking but he had something up his sleeve. I
didn't mind, I was always happy with Phil and it was a pleasure - and to be
paid for it was really something! I actually missed him inside me
yesterday, if there is one thing about Phil over and above every other
client he fucks me the best and in the morning of our session I feel the
expectancy inside me, waiting to receive that wonderful and so deep defined
full fuck.

Anyway, he picked me up at 2pm and after the preliminaries ( it was the
custom when we first met for me to feel him - to enjoy the sensation of him
growing beneath his pin stripe trousers in my hand. He again apologized for
yesterday saying he had an important business meeting come up, but said he
would make up any lost income.

"Where are we going then?" I asked seeing he was not taking the road back
to our usual rendezvous at the local motel.

"Thought you'd like a nice country run this morning Pete" he said with a
wicked smile.

"In this weather, you must be joking" I winged watching the rain beat
against the windscreen.

He stopped in a lay -by, scrummaged my hind and told me to get into the
back. He'd had me several times in the back of his four wheeled drive and
fully shaded we had the privacy. It was usually a prelim of what was going
to come later though and it was something to which I had gotten use to, but
I was still baffled as to why he took me out into the county.

But it wasn't long before I was astride for him on the edge of the back
seat and he kneeling to achieve his passion. It was always nice to feel his
head wedged there between my crotch, he sniffing and enjoying me through my
jeans which he loved and it was always nice to be complimented on how great
I looked in tight jeans.

It wasn't long either before he had developed a magnificent charge which
needed attending to and I was always so willing to do my magic. Phil was
always telling me just how he loves the way I play with his cock and the
things I do with it - and how I just help myself.

I have always been like that, if there is the opportunity of doing
something I want to do I go for it and to feel the stiffness and delight of
Phil's ample cock inside my throat was a sheer joy.

He sniffed me some more and I started then to strip, but he said to leave
it until we get outside but said he would like a suck first. He undid his
zip and there it was, awaiting my service so to speak, the familiar scent
of his strong cock was there which urged me on to taste him. It was nice,
it was firm and stiff and very succulent, and I was immediately frenzied in
a lavish deep throat sucking of earthy pungent throbbing cock, needless to
say
 he came strong, spurting all over my face and polo shirt.

Just after that I went for the packet of man sized tissues kept on the back
shelf to wipe the cream from a man sized cock off my face, but Phil said to
leave it until we stepped outside, `cos the rain would wash that away.

Then is soon became apparent that he wanted my out there and in the rain.
It was not uncommon for Phil to come up with new ideas and he had often
talked about how nice it would be to fuck me in the rain, that was after
we'd showered together, something he amorously enjoyed to his peak and his
fuck afterwards was always very rewarding.

But I was beginning to get quite adapted to the idea, even though the rain
was stronger than ever and the wind was howling like wildfire.

He led me under some trees in a thick wooded are and soon showed me just
how wonderfully stimulating it could be with the rain driving overhead and
soaking the clothes on our bodies and everything.

He thrived on me I could see that immediately and told me how he had longed
for this moment, how he had dream of having my ass in the rain and it was
certainly something feeling his strong hands explore me though the wetness
of my jeans which now seemed almost to be cutting me in half.

He found a fallen tree to sit on and had me bend over his lap, the
tightness of my jeans now separating my ass to Phil's delight and then to
have him spanking me on my drenched ass was altogether different to usual,
because Phil was well into spanking as I had discovered and although at
first it seemed repugnant to me I grew adapted to the point that I actually
enjoyed his regular pleasure, he always was particular in rubbing me down
with coconut oil after to stop any bruising which always made for a
thrilling finis and then the fuck that followed was extra special when he
got fully inside my fresh spanked ass and gave me the full works, usually
with his soiled briefs tied around my mouth.  Anyone looking may have
thought Phil was being really violent with me but I trusted him implicitly
and we grew accustomed to our regular exploration into things different
from normal.

I yelled as she spanked me, it felt different in the rain, the sound,
everything until it came to the point the ripped my jeans off and continued
to slap me bare assed.

I yelled what about our getting back, how could we cover ourselves because
he was just as drenched as I, and when he removed his gear there he was,
his cock standing up for fine weather but he said he had thought of that
and brought a new set of clothes in the boot. That was Phil always at the
ready for anything that might happen and now having been soundly spanked
and ass sucked I was presented with his divine masculinity which, to feel
and touch and suck in the pouring rain was going to be one of the most
marvelous sexual experiences I had ever encountered.

We went absolutely berserk with one another, like animals, I relished to
lick and suck his cock and balls and to feel his head wedged into my ass
again was always wonderful, to feel his long tongue exploring my hole was
heaven on earth and I was getting so revved up for his deep fuck that I was
yelling and begging for it.

"You'll get my prick when I'm ready" he yelled and I knew then he was deep
into a frenzied sexual passion that I had to endure, which was pretty good
anyway, for the next few minutes I was taken every way but lose, his strong
fingers stretching my ass cheeks so wide they felt like they were going to
split and then his fingers working into and up my ass turning and
controlling me in every way that I felt completely at his mercy.

He cupped my head in his hands and forced me to take his big cock full
thrust, fucking my mouth until my jaw ached and I took another spurt of his
hot cream onto my tongue which he forced me to swallow, and even then he
continued to mouth fuck me, my mouth was numb and I was then told to sit on
his head as he mouth fucked me, I was again in that wonderful magic warm
heaven of ours and when the time did come for him to well and truly deep
fuck me I was so ready and waiting, I placed myself on all fours with my
ass perched up high for his pleasure, I felt the heat of his big red known
beginning to enter me, he telling me to wiggle my fucking ass from side to
side to assist the passage.

When Phil fucked he really fucked and I was in for a real ten minute
thrusting of steaming throbbing and pulsating cock inside me, he
occasionally pausing with his cock deep embedded, letting me feel the throb
of it. And when he cum he yelled out and grunted like an animal and he was
there, we were both there for the complete and truly gratifying deep fuck.

And then for the perfect finish he had me suck his rain and spunk drenched
heavy cock once again, when I tasted the love juice of each of us combined
and then the so seep and sensual deep French kiss when we shared each other
complete