Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 17:41:21 -0400
From: BigBadJon BigBadJon <thebigbadjon@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pool Party Exhibitionists

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Andrew sat askew and naked in my lap on the wooden, green Adirondack chair
as more guests arrived, said their necessary hellos, and then stripped down
and dove into the cooling water of the in-ground pool, or went inside the
house to get some cooling drink.  Others remained dressed in their light
summer clothing and just stood around chatting and drinking whatever was
offered by our host.  It was going to be a nice casual pool party with
everyone doing whatever they wanted, eating, drinking, chatting, laying
nude in the sun, or skinny-dipping in the privacy of the pool.  Andrew
pretty much took possession of me as soon as I had arrived, ever early, and
we both had already had our first swim in the cooling waters of the pool,
and were simply cuddling nude as we let our bodies drip dry in the warm
breeze.

For the first few minutes, my cock and balls lay heavy on the painted green
wood underneath him until he started making out with me.  I felt myself
thicken and harden, and rise up into the crack of his ass because he is an
amazing kisser. His mouth always tasted delicious and his tongue excited
me, and was hardwired to my crotch.  It felt good in my mouth and my cock
felt good there between the globes of his ass, like it belonged or knew
where it wanted to go, so we made no attempts to cover my arousal, although
some of the others were almost glaring at the space between the chair
surface and Andrew's bare bum to see what was happening there. Andrew gave
them a show, wiggling his ass to tease me a bit more, making my balls swell
with the anticipation of cumming before the party ended.

I could feel the sweat from his beautiful bum stream down his body and join
my own sweat, wetting my smooth hard cock and swollen balls, providing
enough dampness to make things slippery, but not slippery enough.  People
watched. People moved on. Others sat in the circle of chairs and conversed,
casting occasional glances in our direction to see how things were
advancing or actually engaging us in innocuous conversation as their eyes
wandered over our naked flesh..  A couple guys with vivid imaginations had
their cocks rise to attention, but nobody said anything or did anything as
sexual as Andrew and I were doing.  Lots of voyeurs and two exhibitionists
just enjoyed the company.  I certainly longed to be inside Andrew as I had
been weeks earlier, but I knew it would not happen, as he was so tight and
my seven inches were very thick and not easily handled without a good
coating of lube.  Andrew continued to wiggle his bum ever so slightly, but
just enough to let me feel the damp petals of his rose drag occasionally
across the swollen head of my cock, which changed angle from acutely
painful to semi-flaccid, over and over, depending on the intensity of our
public foreplay.  A glistening drop of precum came from the eye of my cock,
but ended up on the inside of his left thigh rather than in the bullseye of
his rose where it needed to be.

After awhile, I whispered in Andrew's ear, "Sweetie, I am parched.  Can you
get us something to drink?"

"Now?" he questioned.

"If you don't mind, " I answered, still horny, but not sure I wanted to
parade into the house with my pole at full mast, so Andrew wiggled off of
my lap, letting my cock slide from the cleft of his crack as he went into
the house to get us something to drink.  I did not cover myself. I may not
parade, but I do not cover my pride and joy, still damp with the sweat. I
debated whether to go inside anyways, displaying my hard-on as I went and
then finding a bedroom where I could dump a load in Andrew's hot hole, but
I decided against it.  It was too early to cum.  Seeing other men in
varying states of arousal or flaccid was always fun and I wanted to prolong
that joy.

Andrew returned with something cold in two glasses and handed one to me.
"Here ya' go," he whispered as he bent down and kissed me, and I grasped
the cold wet glass.  "This should solve one of your problems," he said as
he sat down again in my lap, my dick still rampant against his smooth
ass. He winked at me at the new contact between cock and ass.  I swill the
drink in my parched mouth, thankful for the wetness. My cock again finds
the groove of his ass, as if it belongs there.  But things were different,
and I know it immediately. Andrew's ass is no longer wet with our shared
sweat, but it is slippery with something.  He kisses me again as our
friends watch, and then he moves his lips close to my ear.  "Olive oil from
the kitchen counter, next to the stove" he whispered, and I immediately
understand. He slowly drags his rose against the tip of my cock, letting me
feel each slippery petal as the oil from each petal coats the head of my
cock and then he drags along my hard shaft, leaving a sweet coating of
slipperiness.  With the intensity of his tease, I get harder than I had
been all afternoon.

Andrew's cock has gotten hard too as he slides almost indiscreetly in my
lap, and more people are focusing on his less than subtle wiggling.  He
expertly drags his rose along the corona of my cockhead. I feel each petal
drive me crazy in the dark space between his bum and the chair.  He stops
as the eye of my cock drags onto the smooth mound of his hairless right ass
cheek.  I take a deep breath and then swallow another drink from my glass.
He wiggles his ass again, this time with the head of my cock easing itself
again into the groove between his mounds.  He pauses with my glans firmly
centered against the opening of his rose as he sits sideways in my lap.
Every nerve in our bodies aches to feel penetration, but the angle is not
right, even though our audience is by now completely enjoying his sideways
lap dance. Most who are watching nude are brazenly just as hard as I am,
while others are tenting their summer shorts and speedos. Several men are
jsrking themselves or someone else as blatant voyeurs.

"You okay?" Andrew whispers as he rotates unexpectedly in my lap and I
suddenly feel him impale himself fully on my upright pole as he slips
totally down the shaft.  He holds himself motionless in my lap, his body
pulsating on mine as he envelops all of me, save for my balls which are the
only things anyone can now see beneath his bum.  He slides down so far that
my tender orbs are squeezed to the bottom of the sack, squeezed tightly by
my sack and pressed to the surface of the chair. I throw my head back in
sheer pleasure as he leans his head into the cleft beneath my chin, and I
feel his hot breath on my chest.  His hole is pulsing in both pleasure and
discomfort as he feels the intensity of my cock seven inches inside him. I
only wish my balls could ascend into his warm open dampness as I luxuriate
in the feeling of being gloved by this adorable man.

He moves the muscles of his bowels on my shaft deep inside him. It is as if
sending me a signal of unknown code.  I tighten the muscles in my own body
to signal back an unknown message of pleasure through my cock deep inside
him, causing it to pulse and the head to flare even wider within him.  His
lips lock on mine and he wiggles his ass, and begins his dance. Slowly he
pulls himself up my cock. I look between us at the space between our
bodies, seeing my cock is shiny with olive oil, and thick with pleasure.  I
can see the entire length, and only the head remains inside him, his rose
pulled outward with the pleasure of his body's ascent. . He pauses so I can
enjoy the view, and then slowly slides back down.  He grinds hard, almost
painfully against my pubes, trying to get my shaft to pierce that inner
ring deep inside him.  He wants me on the other side of heaven's gate, and
I want to go there too.  He relaxes his outer ring and the inner ring
relaxes too.  I feel my cock slowly stretch the inner ring open and slip
through, and the ring tightens just behind the head.  I am there.  We are
there.  This is amazing.  This man knows how to make love. I see stars of
pleasure as our breathing grows ragged. Not many bottoms want heaven's gate
ravaged, but I am the lucky one to have this man impaled on my cock!

He continues to massage my cock with his bowels and that amazing inner
ring. I am beyond heavens gate and having great difficulty holding back my
seed with his divine pleasure. He licks from my collar bone up to my mouth
and then pierces me with his delicious tongue.  He almost sucks the breath
from my lungs.  His lovemaking is intensely methodical as he makes it clear
that I am going to have to cum before he stops.  His cock drags on my hairy
belly above my pubes as he rides almost deliriously up and down my shaft,
and then his pearly essence sprays across my belly, filling my navel, and I
feel his rings pulsing around my cock as he orgasms, one ring on the base
of my cock, and onering just behind the coronal ridge. I too become lost in
the sensations we are sharing.  The delicious nerves just behind the head
of my cock are being squeezed repeatedly as he rides the orgasmic crest,
and then suddenly I am cumming too, jettisoning my warm semen deep in his
bowels. I feel each rope of seed flowing up my shaft and into his receptive
body. I press my crotch upwards, forcing myself as deeply as I am able. We
stop breathing through lips locked together, as our tongues wrestle for
lead in this dance.

I am spent and exhausted, even though I have done little in this amazing
dance.  Several of those watching wander away, leaving puddles of pearls on
the grass at their feet.  I want to stay inside this man in my lap, and he
does nothing to abandon me.  We continue to make out, almost oblivious to
our dwindling audience as they slowly return to their socializing, dicks
now flaccid.  I feel myself shrinking inside him.  I feel myself slipping
from his amazing open rose.  He is pollinated.  I am satiated. My cock
plops wetly on my thigh, covered in my seed.  He lifts ups and looks down
at the thing that gave us both such amazing exhibitionist pleasure.  He
kisses me one more time, and offers to get us another drink from the
house. Life is good.....

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