Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 00:30:13 -0500
From: badboi@telocity.com
Subject: Sticking Together

This story contains explicit acts of man-on-man
sex.  If you are offended by this or under the age of
consent in your locale, move on.  Please, don't
reproduce this or any other story without giving
credit to the author.  Thanks go to Danny_Meyer for
editing my first time. (He's been a great help).
Thank you.

                                  BadBoi-IN

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Sticking Together


      Sundays are always lazy days, and in the middle
of winter, they are even worse.  There's no reason
why anyone would want to get out of a nice warm bed
just to walk into the freezing snow--especially when
that bed has a gorgeous man in it.  But sooner or
later, you have to get up, and that's what Tony and I
did.

     Tony is a thirty-year-old bartender from New
York.  He has a gorgeous body and loves to display it
for me by walking around the house in a pair of
boxers, showing off his smooth, developed chest and
large, pointy nipples.  The way his nipples stick
out--begging for someone's mouth--turns me on so much
that sometimes I have to give them what they want.
Usually though, Tony can control me with his muscular
arms, keeping me at bay until I'm ready to explode.

     Sometimes I like to lay in bed next to him and
run my hands over his gorgeous flesh--over the smooth
muscles of his chest, along his bulging arms and
back, down to his thin waist, caressing his inner
thighs but being careful not to touch his growing
crotch, pushing my hands farther down his slightly
hairy legs until I reach his feet, then coming back.

     Often, I find myself staring into his eyes,
overwhelmed by how gorgeous he is.  At thirty, the
oldest Tony ever looks is 24, and that's when he's
really tired. Usually he looks to be 18 or 20--not
old enough to work in a bar, much less be the most
successful bartender in the place. He's constantly in
demand, but for the moment he's mine.

     Oh how I just want to keep him in my bed, but
eventually we had to pull back the sheets and get the
day started.  Not bothering with a shower yet, Tony
and I went to the kitchen to start breakfast.
Usually I'm all over my man, but today he just
ignored me as he got milk and juice out of the
refrigerator.  He was pretending to be upset with me,
because during my earlier inspection of his body, I
didn't go near his cock, and left him with a very
ungratified, raging hard on.  I guess that's enough
to upset any constantly horny man.

     I normally don't want to leave anyone upset,
especially Tony, so while I was peeling some oranges
at the counter, a wonderful idea started swirling in
my head, forming into something I thought we would
both enjoy.

     Sneaking up behind Tony, who was routing in the
refrigerator, I grabbed him with both of my arms
around his chest.  Continuing his act of being upset,
he tried to shrug me off, but it didn't work. I had
something in mind and I was going to carry it
through.

     Quickly, before he could stop me, I pulled his
boxers down to his ankles and let his throbbing
hard-on pop out.  At 7.5 inches, it was nothing to
laugh at and more than enough to satisfy me, despite
Tony's insistence that it wasn't much.  Still
avoiding his cock, I bent down and grabbed Tony's
legs, lifting him up by his legs.  He protested,
almost violently, but he knew I wouldn't hurt him, so
he didn't fight too much.

     I quickly walked Tony over to the kitchen table,
which was currently bare of even the usual salt and
pepper shakers.  Laying him down on it, I put my
hands on his chest.  He wanted to get up, but I put a
finger over his lips and gave him that look he knew
so well--the look that said if he fought me, he would
miss out on something glorious.  Struggling to pull
my own clothes off, I waddled over to my arsenal of
oranges, ready for my mission.

     My own 6 inch dick, apparently responding to my
plan, was sticking straight out of its hairy nest,
begging for some attention of it's own.  Not yet,
though.  Tony and I were going to do this together
and love every minute of it.

     Lying there prostrate on the table, Tony watched
me as I walked back to the table carrying the
oranges--a look of puzzlement mixed with excitement
in his eyes.  When I saw this, I could only grin even
wider, thinking of what would come next.

     Moving the chairs out of the way, I stood next
to this Italian god before me, and fought off the
urge to throw the oranges away, and just start
feasting.  Seeing this struggle in my eyes, Tony took
one of the oranges from me and held it over his
stomach.  This was his way of saying, "You've gone
this far, you are going to finish this," and I
couldn't agree more.

     Taking it back from Tony, I laid the orange and
its three brothers around Tony's head.  First, I
rubbed my hands up and down his body, like I did
earlier that morning. Running my hands down his chest
and arms, along his waist, thighs, calves, and back
up.  Tony only looked up at me, and stared into my
eyes with the look of a child on Christmas morning.
This was one present he couldn't wait to get into.

     I took one of the oranges and held it over
Tony's midsection.  As I tore it apart, I splattered
the juice all over his warm chest, and watched him
convulse slightly from the cold liquid running on
him.  Tony looked at the puddle forming on his abs,
and looked up at me.  I couldn't help grinning so
much my face started to hurt.  This was going to be
fun.

     I took two orange slices and squeezed them in my
fists over Tony's beautiful smooth chest.  The juice
streamed from my clenched hands onto his tender skin,
flooding it with the fragrant liquid.  As I released
the crushed wedges, they dropped to his chest, and I
massaged his erect nipples with the slippery, coarse
chunks.  The erotic sensations caused Tony to jump
and moan and I loved every spasm of his muscular
body.

     Throwing the wasted fruit aside, I massaged his
chest and stomach, smearing the juice into his skin.
The fragrance of oranges wafted up to my noise, and
my mouth watered at the sight and smell before me.
Pinching his left nipple gently, I touched my lips to
one nipple, and started sucking.  The tangy, sweet
taste filled my mouth as Tony gasped, convulsing
sporadically.  Usually, nipple work didn't get Tony
this excited, but this time, the novelty of having
orange juice licked off them must have turned him on.
The look in Tony's eyes was intoxicating.  I knew he
was enjoying this.

     After working on the other nipple for a while, I
looked at Tony's cock.  It shook and bounced, showing
its master's excitement.  He was my aroused victim
now--maybe getting too aroused.  I decided it was
time to move on.

     Pulling out another two orange slices, I
squeezed them over his legs.  The juice splattered
all over his thighs, and I dropped the used slices on
them.  Grabbing two more, I squeezed juice onto his
shins.   The sugary juice matted his leg hairs
together, and the liquid beaded on his tender skin.
Immediately, I started massaging the sticky fluid
into his flesh, rubbing orange pulp around his legs.

     Grabbing more slices, I held them over his hot
crotch, and squeezed every possible bit of juice out
of them.  The liquid rained onto his hard cock and
balls, coating them completely.  I could almost see
steam coming from Tony's crotch as he convulsed and
moaned.

     I grabbed more oranges and squeezed then all
over his genitals, watching cool juice cascade down
and renew the coating his cock and balls.  My hands
reached down to his asshole and started to massage
the juice into his tight crack.  Sticking one finger
in slowly, I pushed the juice inside him.  His legs
spread slightly and I could hear one loud moan escape
his throat.  Since Tony is a total top man, this was
a very interesting reaction.  He has an absolutely
gorgeous ass hiding a wonderful hole that I love to
bury my tongue into, and I thought I might get the
chance to bury my steel hard rod up there too.

     Squeezing yet another set of orange slices over
his crotch, my hands slowly drifted down to Tony's
dick.  In one motion, I opened my hands and grabbed
his hard cock, squeezing with sticky orange pulp.
The last of the juice escaped the slices as I
squeezed Tony's shaft.  One long, guttural moan
escaped Tony's throat as I groped his crotch.  He was
finally getting what he wanted, and boy was he going
to get it!

     When Tony's groan subsided a little, my hands
slowly slid up and down his hard shaft.  First, my
fingers worked their way up to the head, rubbing it
with tender orange flesh before moving back down to
the base of the rod.  Slowly increasing my speed with
each stroke, my hands started to whip back and forth
on his hungry erection.  Tony's moans became louder
and louder and I could tell he was ready to cum. But
I had other plans.

     With one explosive motion, I pulled my hands
away from his dick, letting the orange slices fly
away to land who knows where.  Tony lifted his head
and looked at me with disappointment in his eyes,
like a puppy who just had it's favorite bone taken
away.  I simply ignored his look and got up on the
table.

     Slowly, I pulled his legs apart and up, bending
them into a stable position.  Next, my tongue slid
along Tony's sweet left thigh and tasted his manly
scent mixed with the tangy orange juice.  It was
intoxicating, to say the least.  I couldn't get
enough of it, and I thoroughly licked his thighs,
replacing the orange juice with my own spit.

     My tongue slowly worked its way to Tony's tight
asshole.  I loved to stick my tongue in him and I
loved to hear the moans that resulted.  Licking at
the cheeks around his hole, I pulled them apart and
stuck my tongue in.  The taste of oranges was here,
too, from when I worked it in with my finger.

     Tony's hole convulsed and squeezed my tongue as
I pushed it in--eating up every inch of flesh that I
could.  Not able to get enough of him or his hole, I
darted my tongue in and out of that glorious ass as I
listened to him moan and watched him tremble in
pleasure.

     Not wanting Tony to get too aroused from any one
thing, I pulled my tongue away from his ass and moved
up to his balls.  They had already started to pull up
into him, and jumped visibly when my tongue caressed
their sack.  Here too, I didn't want to linger, so I
just gave a few licks to each testicle.  Eventually I
took them into my mouth and hummed softly.  The
vibrations added fire to the sensations Tony was
experiencing, and his moans intensified.

     At this point, I couldn't hold myself off much
longer and started licking up Tony's cock in one long
slow motion.  Every inch presented me with more
orange flavor to lap up, and with more of Tony's
incredible, insistently throbbing shaft.  When I
reached the tip, I raised my head and took his entire
pole down my throat in a single thrust.  Deep-
throating was something I had practiced on Tony's
dick, but was still not comfortable with.  His
passionate moaning told me he liked getting it as
much as I loved giving it, and my throat opened up in
response.

     Slowly, I pulled my head up out of his crotch,
only to impale myself on it again.  I did this
repeatedly, while massaging his dick with my tongue
and hands--licking the orange off of his shaft with
each move.  Surprisingly, he didn't come from all of
this.  I've always admired how Tony is able to keep
himself from coming and can keep going for hours.
The type of fucking he can put someone through when
he's in this mode is excruciatingly wonderful and it
leaves you unable to walk for days. I'll tell you,
it's worth it!

     Before I could get much more done on Tony's
dick, he flipped us over with me on the bottom.
Apparently my plan was taking an unexpected but
exciting turn!  He decided he wanted to have an
active role and was going to give me what I deserved
for teasing him so long.

     Grabbing a couple of whole oranges, he squeezed
them all over me.  The juice stuck to my furry chest,
matting it down as he ran his hands over my nipples
and stomach.  He knew how much I like my nipples
played with and was taking advantage of it.  His
action on my chest made me shake and jump from the
pleasure of it all, and he enjoyed every moment of
this torture.

     Tired of all the foreplay, Tony got off me and
turned me over onto my hands and knees.  Kneeling
behind me, he aimed his dick at my hole and shoved it
in, with only some spit and orange juice as lube. The
stars and flashes of light that I saw at that moment
nearly blinded me, and I thought I would pass out.

     Normally, Tony likes to start slow and work up
to this, but he must have been so excited that he
couldn't wait.  He started to slam fuck me right from
the beginning.  Slowly, I regained my senses enough
to feel Tony's hard cock ramming in and out of my
poor ass, and hear his low guttural moans.  The
combined effect drove me wild, and I could feel my
cock getting harder, but Tony wasn't ready for me to
cum and he wasn't going to touch my aching dick.  He
wanted to torture me.

     Reaching over my head, he grabbed the last
orange.  While still fucking my ass at a rampant
speed, Tony squeezed the slices over the point where
we were joined.  The juice rained down onto his cock
as he quickly fucked it into me.  I suppose the acid
should have hurt, but to tell the truth, all I felt
was his hot dick slamming into me with unprecedented
speed.  Harder and faster, he rammed my hole open.
Occasionally, he would try to squeeze some more juice
onto his cock as lubricant, but eventually, he just
slammed it down on my back and rubbed it around.

     The fucking seemed to last forever, and with
Tony, I could believe it.  The constant hypnotic,
rhythmic motion of his cock moving in and out of me
left us both in an animalistic daze. At times, he
would lean over and growl into my ear, letting me
know I was his.

     Eventually, I couldn't hold back, and my cock
began to swell beyond the breaking point.  I tried,
but couldn't tell Tony what was happening.  I
couldn't say anything.  His dick had long since
fucked all the air out of me.  All I could do was
tense up as I felt my cock spurt its load of white
cum all over the table.  A fierce spasm clenched my
hole around his hard rod and he rammed his dick up my
ass in one final, hard slam before blasting his huge
load up my tight ass.  I felt him scalding my
insides, and couldn't help but scream in wild lust as
he bit into the back of my neck.

     After a few minutes on top of a mountain of
pleasure, we both finally came down, collapsing on
each other.  With him still inside me, plugging my
ass, he laid over my limp body.  Unable to speak, he
just rubbed my back and stomach while we fell asleep,
me in his arms, stuck together with orange juice, on
the kitchen table.

I love winter Sundays.

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