Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2013 04:59:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: First time with Joe. Chapter four

Hope readers enjoy this new ongoing talk about the two guys in my life and
how they differ from one another.

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First time with Joe.

Chapter  Four. Golden rain.

"Well did you miss me then?" Joe whispered during  mid-fuck.

It was like he was an addict for  my body. Before that and just after  I'd
called at his door, apart from just a quick greeting  he'd said  nothing. He
was too intent on stripping down  my jeans and having me over  the arm of
his plush red leather settee.

Usually he would indulge in his constitutional spanking and oral stuff but
such was his lust, he forwent all that and went in for the kill.. And did I
know  it!

"I would maybe thought you would have been a little tight" Joe gushed
holding himself deep inside me as we indulged in just a gentle movement to feel
 each other's strong beat. That is another thing I adored about Joe. He
knew how  to get the very best out of me and the feel of his hardness throbbing
inside me  was a thrill always.

"But I guess you used the vibrators Huh to keep my hole serviced?"

Straight to the point. That was Joe.
"Something like that" I replied.  Knowing the size of Robert's cock was
perhaps an inch longer. For me   quality mattered more than size, even though
I enjoyed Robert's fuck it could  never be up to Joe's standard.

"You are a fucking' tease, do you know that?" Joe grinned, easing his cock
 right up me then.
"Well here it is, the real thing Pete, better than any of  your fuck toys
eh?"

"Without a doubt" I replied feeling the surge of his fuck begin to take me
 to the full.

"Tell you what, Pete, I have missed your ass. Such was my agony missing it
that I almost phoned for the services of a rent boy. But then I thought it
could  never be the same as you, no matter how much I imagined. It is the
quality you  see, So have you been a good boy for me?"

"Of course" I lied. Hoping for the life of me  that Robert would not
spill the beans.

"Your hole seems as supple as always, give me a good sucking after I have
spilled huh? and I will tender your body in the way you have become
accustomed."

"Sounds good" I murmured feeling his fuck grow and build and sinking into
a  beautiful oblivion as he took me full throttle. Grasping the sides of my
buttocks to hold me steadfast as he blasted his cock into me.
I think after  that deep fucking, he had really missed me and I sort of
felt a guilt because I  let Robert have me. Should I tell him and be done with
it? I asked myself,  because Robert said he would tell anyway.
But I didn't want that. I craved  over Phil, He was the best thing that had
ever happened to me and his sexual  preferences were second to none.

Then how could I tell him. How would he react for one thing and maybe
things between us could never be the same again?

After Joe had served me to the full, after we'd partaken in mutual oral
satisfaction  and I was home again in my pad, I telephoned Robert to say it
would be okay for him to do what he wanted. I dreaded the thought but I was
determined to keep Joe sweet.

Robert was delighted and asked if I could call in the morning, He had a
late call and a session with me would put him right for the hectic afternoon
in  his office ahead.

So I called and braced myself for his particular diversity. I decided just
to go through the motions thinking all the time that this was my penance
for not  being honest with Joe. And if this was going to be a one of that
would be  fine.

But Robert was truly perverted  and contrived to stress that making  love
with golden rain was something very special that I would simply love.

He was all of a tether when he arrived, standing there in his shorts and
not looking attractive at all, especially as he was groping himself like he
was  doing it for my pleasure. He was a stout guy with a few unattractive flab
's  around his lower region which did not give me a particular urge to
touch him, as  he then asked me to.

He pulled it out and murmured something about it being very  elastic  and
subtle and how it would be better stuffed up my fucking asshole than just
being perked up like that awaiting for my attention.

I simply hated the idea of touching him after what he told me about his
bent for golden rain. It was aright the last and first time we'd fucked.,
because I was Immersed  in the lust in missing Joe I  submitted to him  freely
and yes I did enjoy his fuck. But now it seemed like just something I had
to do because of Joe and as he led me to the shower room I felt like a lamb
being  take for slaughter.

I had managed to give him a quick jerking off downstairs but managed to put
 off the oral bit. He seemed happy with that though and said he looked
forward to  initiating me into the pleasure of golden rain. Before we went
upstairs to the  bathroom he said I should drink plenty and I had a good idea why
he said  that.

In the bathroom he stripped me with great urgency and did things like
stretching the cheeks of my ass apart, slapping them and telling me to bend this
 way and then that. I went through the notions hoping the morning would
soon pass  but he was intent on getting the best out of me, his words. Giving
me all the  stuff  about my having a great fuckin' ass made for the trickle
of golden  rain, and then he'd fuck it taking in the magical odour into his
nostrils. And  likewise I could do the same with him, The trick then was to
share our waters  and indulge in a long and satisfying oral rhapsody that was
good for the soul  and a splendid introductory to a final deep fucking.

He was talking like a preacher man, his head now jerking off my cock which
was fully immersed in his throat. His hands gentle coupled squeezing my
balls to  satisfaction and I did enjoy that. I always do. There is something op
very  satisfying and special about being sucked and balled, that certain
feeling so  wonderful and sensual.

Jane Austin wrote a book about Pride and Prejudice, I could equally write
one about sense and sexual sensuality. With Joe taking me in so many way and
now  this new experience with Robert I reckon I could soon fill a few
chapters.

I may do that. See how this one goes.

Anyway with balls well squeezed and cock sucked I was upright and ready to
let Robert have his way with me, just to get it over and done with. He led
me  naked now in the shower compartment, large enough for two or more.

"Just jig me up a little" he said guiding my hand to his erection once
more. "Stretch it right back and then I will tell you what to do"

I did as he asked. I  felt it and jigged it He places his big hands  behind
against his buttocks, pushing himself forward to present me with his  best.
It was fine. I'd handled a cock or two but never with the knowledge that
soon it would be spurting pee all over wherever he chose.

Then holding his cock tight at the end he told me just to stand there,
close my eyes and feel the happening.

I heard him sigh and felt the heat of a strong spurt of fluid contact my
lower tummy and run down my thighs, and over my cock too.

I opened my eyes and he was squeezing his cock to control the spurt and
asked me to turn and bend,.
His pee was steaming and smelt like a  horse.

"I want this to spurt right up you ass" he said.

I twisted and opened my legs to take the stream of hot fluid . I felt it
contact my rear and dribble down between.

It was like when I remembered being little , when I could not wait to reach
 the toilet and wet my trousers. My Mum gave me a good spanking for that
and I  guess that has something to do with liking to be spanked now I was
grown up,  especially by Joe.

But now I was with Robert, being pissed with what he called his golden
rain  on and wondering what would come next, would he  want to fuck my  pissed
up ass now or what?

The `or what' was he kneeled and sucked my ass all over. He was like a
hungry animal pushing and probing everywhere. But the worse part of all that
is  when he stood up again, twisted me to face him and pressed his urine
saturated  mouth to mine!

I was sort of going through the motions, hoping upon hope that I would
never have to do this again, and that Robert would not hold me to regular
sessions on the premise that he would tell Jo about me and him.

"You look so good glistening in piss, Pete. Now I want you to do the same
over me. He went to his knees and placed his face deliberately beneath my
pee  range, opened his mouth and closed his eyes.
Could I do this? Was I  completely mad or something?

But that is what he wanted and that is what he got. Full flow too. I had
never ever pissed on a guy before and to see the utter pleasure was something
I  shall never forget.

Who would have thought anyone could get pleasure this way. It was surely it
 was unhygienic and highly unethical.

And yet, it sounds crazy, but somehow I felt an inkling of perverted sexual
 pleasure when it came to my turn. Not like when he washed me but now I was
doing  it to him, and watching his reaction, I felt definitely something
there that I  had never felt before.

Another learning cures, there are lots of things we don't know about
ourselves until such an opportunity arises.

When I was spent out he thanked me, telling me I was highly desirable and
he loved my flavour.
"No we are nicely garnished and I am too let me fuck  that beautiful golden
ass once again, I will fuck you to the hilt and ball you  too, just to show
how grateful I am for what you did, for no other guy has done  that for me.

It was a learning curve and no mistake. And yet there was something very
special and deeply satisfying about it.

But I knew I could never do such a thing with Jo. Not as though he would
want me to anyway.