by Caldon Mull
“Yeah… a lot.” I whispered. “You keep tugging them like that, I’m gonna come soon.”
“Yeah, me too.” His hot breath panted against the soft skin under my ear “I wanna fuck your ass hard, I’m so hot, I’m gonna come real quick.”
“Do it, Dean.” I moaned and writhed my ass against his hard-on “Fuck me now!”
He rewarded my plea. Slipping his hands from my tits, he pressed his index finger into my corn- hole and pressed his thick cock head against it, gripping it with the other hand. I spread my legs a bit, and he thrust with his hips suddenly. He made soft moaning sounds as his shaft thudded into my ass, and he moved his free hands up to my chest again, pulling and rolling the hot tiny erections there. I felt like I had been speared on three points by his body, waggling my ass from side to side on his cock-spear and heaving my chest around his nipple clamps. My loud moans had become ragged grunts as the tension in my three favourite points mounted until I couldn’t bear it anymore.
His thrusts were almost brutal as he slammed into my ass, soap suds stinging my guts making me feel pinched inside. His grunts rose in pitch until he sounded like a girl.
“I’m coming…” he wailed, slamming me so hard, I lost my breath.
“Me…. too…” I gasped. I felt an explosion of pure lava inside me above the hot, almost dry rasp of his fat shaft. It coated my insides as he thrust frantically, sticky and thick, spreading it up and down like butter. His thumb and fingers on my tits twisted around as he shuddered and I couldn’t hold back even if I tried, my cock spewed cum all over the tiled wall in front of me as I groaned long enough to shake the roof down. I could feel my ass clench his shaft spastically as I came, trying to dent his throbbing poker. All it seemed to do was to squeeze more cum from him.
My knees trembled and caved in, his hands slipped from his death grip on my nipples and held my hip bones to steady me. He started to laugh as he hung on for all he was worth, gasping and moaning as his shaft buckled inside my tight hole.
“Man… damn…” I wheezed, caught up in the mood with his triumphant chuckles. “I been thinking about this for some time.” He gasped as we steadied ourselves.
“No kidding.” I grinned, squeezing the last of the jism from my tube. He let go and pulled himself out of me, grinning.
“I got beer at my place, Andy. If you want.” He smiled while he cleaned his dick and rinsed off in the steamy water.
“You bet.” I finished soaping, rinsed and switched off the water. “Wouldn’t miss it.” We dressed quickly, switched of everything and left eager for another one of the same.
Dean lived above the shop he worked in. Luckily, his brother worked at the Mill outside of town and was only around weekends. We parked the van and ducked the new drizzle that had just started and climbed up the narrow wooden steps to his apartment. We still smelled of soap and brushed against each other constantly. Truth be told, I couldn’t wait to touch him again. I think he felt the same, because as soon as the door closed behind us, he whipped around and kissed me full on the lips, tongue thrusting into my mouth. The weight of his hard body pressed me up against the wall with a bang, and I returned his passion eagerly with everything I had. Dimly, I felt the wad he had parked in my ass start to run down the inside of my leg.
I never met anyone who could come so much in my life. I wanted to suck every last bit of cream from him I could, I was so hot to do it, I could think of nothing else. I tugged off his suit as soon as I could, our mouths locked together like they were glued there. His hands had already pulled my shirt down around my elbows, and his hands were unbuttoning my jeans, fingers kneading the top of my cock as we wrestled against the wall of his hallway. His right hand clamped my butt and his middle finger pushed into my slimy swirl. We both moaned into each other’s mouths. Still kissing, he gripped my bottom lip and tugged me into his bedroom, where we fell onto his large double bed in a fit of moans and gasps.
He peeled off the rest of my clothes in a split second, and before I could hear the other shoe fall, his hands had slammed into the back of my knees and his mouth was plastered to my ass hole, greedily rimming me. I shifted my weight and he pulled away, then he leaned forward, his cock slamming into my ass like it had never left. I licked his salty chin and sucked his lips while he shifted his weight and ground his pelvic bone against my hips.
“Ahhh, man!” He whispered as soon as he had impaled me. He stopped moving so frantically and pressed forward until I felt like I would split. “You’re everything I thought you would be, Andy.” He whispered while he slowly, oh so slowly… pulled out until I felt the rim of his helmet tug at my corn hole. Even slower, he pushed back. I could hear our sticky sounds synchronize with the hot length pushing upwards in me. He hugged my chest, rested his head against my heart and licked at my left nipple while he slowly, persistently, stabbed my guts with his fuck-pole. I gripped the small of his back with my calves and ran my fingers through his hair while he stoked my fires. I don’t know how long it took him, but it felt like I was riding on a flying carpet and my whole life before this was just a dim dream.
His dark-red lips opened into a moue and he gasped softly before I felt another flood of his man-juice punch my innards.
“Ooooh… Andy…” he whispered, his full, slick and wet-velvet lips left a trail of spit along my left pectoral. The long slow strokes had lulled me into a kind of stupor, and no-one was more surprised than I was when the flood of his hot cream filling me up triggered that familiar feeling in my toes. When I had finished coming, I lay in a grey haze with his weight on top of me until my cooling jism and my bent knees started to remind me of how I was lying. Dean was dead to the world, his soft cock still plugging my ass. I gently pried him off and rolled him over while I stretched. My guts felt full of his juice, and I rolled over on my side and spooned him, my mind abuzz with the intensity of our sex while I licked the back of his neck and fondled his hairless body.
I slipped in and out of a doze until I realized he was moving his hips again and I was gripping his hard fuck- stick in my right hand.
“You ‘wake…?” I murmured happily.
“Hmmm…” Dean groaned sleepily, “Feels, good…”
I dozed off again before I realized my cock had parked just inside his ass, and started to move my hips slowly, almost as an afterthought. His sweat-slicked ass bucked against my cock, slipping the skin back until the sleek head was just inside him. Slowly, we moved together until I felt my heavy balls pull against my body and my cock jerked as I pumped a load into him.
It was really strange I thought, almost like my body had decided to do this without me. About half a minute later, I could feel my tender nipples rub against his back and the muscles in my hips twitch in time to my orgasm.
I felt his warm cum flooding over my hand where I held onto his cock through all of this. His hand moved over my hips, cupped my right buttock and I dozed off again feeling spent and peaceful, my cock still jammed into his pucker.
We must have slept like the dead through the rest of the night, but a few hours later I was being shaken gently awake.
”Andy…” Dean’s voice whispered in the dark.
“Hmmm.” I swam into wakefulness, my body whispering happily to while I did so. It was dark still, and I could smell cum and sweat on his breath. Outside the rain drummed on the window panes and the roof.
“I gotta work soon.” He nestled closer to me, his hair tickled my ear. “Could you stay here and wait for me to sneak off for lunch.”
“Nah, kid sorry.” I licked salt off his temple. “I’ll take a run back to my place. It’s only a few minutes. ”
“Hey.” Dean snuggled into my arms and kissed me slow. “Thanks for giving me a chance. I’ve been watching you since Thanksgiving and wondering how to ask you to get into my bed.”
“I hope the pleasure was not entirely mine.” I chuckled.
He laughed into my armpit, licked the trim hair there. “No, not entirely…”
I pulled awa
y slowly, and climbed out from the hot covers. The air outside the bed was chill, and rain drummed constantly on the window panes. Perfect for a two mile jog. Dean watched as I dressed, hair tousled.
“You want to come up for dinner tonight. Sleep over?” I offered as I slung my tog bag over my shoulder.
“Yeah, sure.” He grinned in the dark. “I’ll see you around seven?”
“I’ll be there.”
The storm still hadn’t let up by sunset. I had put a chowder on slow stew and went through to the spare room to catch up on some of my personal work for the month. Although I was good at my job, and really enjoyed most of it, I had to admit it was as boring as hell for the most part. I was in the middle of a download when Dean’s truck pulled up on the gravel path. I opened the door for him as he hurried through the rain and kissed him as he barrelled through the door.
“Hmmm, hey.” His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me into another kiss. After awhile, I remembered the download and pulled him to the room by clamping my teeth onto his tongue and tugging him to the Computer’s room. We disengaged, giggling and he fell onto the overstuffed bed while I typed stuff on the keyboard. After about five minutes, I sat back and watched the report spool over the paper-white screen. Dean leaned forward, his hard forearm curled over my shoulder. He smelt of machine oil.
“Wha’zat?” He whispered near my ear.
“It’s a simulation of the week’s work. Since I have to take time off over the next few weeks they arranged for me to get the stuff sent to my home, so I could check up on the fly.” I shrugged, “All routine stuff, mostly”
“So what do you do?” Dean snuggled my neck. “All I know is you’re working for a big company and you work nightshift a lot.”
“I track messages from satellites and probes NASA send into space. More than that; I can’t tell you.” I tousled his hair.
“Hot Damn!” Dean licked my neck “I got me a scien-tist.” He chuckled.
“You like chowder?” I groaned as his tongue slid up and down my neck. “I got some in the pot, waiting.
“Maybe, later.” Dean murmured, “I got this emergency I want you to look at.” I swivelled on my chair and pulled him onto my thighs. His one-piece was unbuttoned to his waist, and I got a glimpse of his hard-muscled body, still wet where the rain had splashed his skin. I cupped his ass and slid my tongue into his mouth. Dean groaned into my mouth as my hands kneaded his ass.
“Yeah, right there Andy, God it’s bad. You gotta do something or I’m gonna die…”
His dark eyes stared into mine as I slowly pushed his clothes off his buff body. He stood as I tugged him free of his overall, and as usual, he was naked underneath it. His reliable hard-on jutted from his body, urgent. He kicked off his boots as I stood up and tugged off my vest and my shorts. I sat down again and he resumed his position on my lap. He licked my fingers slowly, covering them with spit. I slid my hands down to his crack and started to play with his corn-hole. Dean’s breathing got deeper, his tiny nipples jutted from his chest and he writhed his hips against my hands. Feet on the floor, he balanced his weight and arched his back so my hands could reach.
“Oh Man, that’s good.” He brought his arms onto my shoulders and started to play with my hair while my fingers penetrated him up to the second knuckle. His cock twitched, the dark- brown cut scar slid further down towards the base of his thick cock as he got harder and longer. His low-hanging balls slipped against the top of my own boner, bounced in time to my heartbeat.
I slid my third finger into him and he started moaning louder and panting. His pupils were huge as he gasped “More…” still staring into my eyes. I stretched and worked him some more, all the while he groaned and writhed, my hand trapped between his ass-cheeks. Finally, I slipped the top of my thumb past his stretched rim and he gripped me suddenly and rubbed up against my slick chest, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
“Damn! Fuck!” he roared. I slammed his body hard against mine to stop him from falling off my lap and slowly crept my hand into a fist behind his taught rim. A thick spurt of come erupted from his cock and splattered my chest and the base of my neck, another spurt followed. I slowly rotated my fist as far as I could in his riotous ass and another load splashed over my face, leaking into the side of my open mouth. His hips pushed back against my wrist bones, but I held on for all I was worth. The boy was damn strong. A fourth gob of cum from him filled my navel and trellised ropy strands over the short hair on my abs, when he collapsed against me and gripped me tightly.
I slowly unclenched my fist and slid my hand out of his ass while he panted into my mouth. His cum flowed down my body and slipped down my rock-hard cock. It felt like there was gallons of it.
His wet lips whispered “Come in me, please?”
I gripped my slippery hard-on with my fist and slipped it into his hot ass. He bucked his body, and I could feel his pubic bone rest against mine, cock into him up to the root. Each of my thrusts were slicker and smoother than the last as his cream slipped past my boner and pooled in my bush and got sucked up by his undulating hips. My left arm squeezed his body tighter against me, and when my breathing became ragged Dean slipped his arms off my shoulders and twisted my nipples. I gripped his waist so hard with my other hand, I thought I was going to leave a bruise with my thumb next to his navel.
I came on a long up-stroke, cock barely inside of him, all the while he twisted and tugged on my tits. I shuddered uncontrollably as he slid down my pumping cock until he rested squarely on my lap again, both of us ragged and sticky, giggling like schoolgirls.
As soon as we got uncomfortable, we took a shower and climbed into fresh clothes and had the chowder.
“You sure got a lot of books, here Andy.” Dean pointed at my shelves over coffee.
“Yeah, I finally got round to unpacking most of my boxes.” I shrugged and poured a tot of Irish into my mug. Dean took some too. “Turns out most of the boxes were books and manuals.”
“Your computer looks fancy.” He sipped the coffee, smiled at the kick.
“State-of-the-art 486.” I grinned “Work spares no expense keeping me working.”
“You give lessons?” Dean settled deeper into the couch as the Video machine clicked and whirred. “Batman Returns” with Michelle Pfeiffer in a cat-suit was ready to play.
“I haven’t thought about it, but yeah, I could.” I looked over at him nestled down in the couch, dark eyes serious in the lamp-light. “Why?”
“I reckon I could be good with them, but no-one round here seems to think they’re any good.” He shrugged.
“You serious?” I shrugged. “Sure I could teach you a few things about them, depending what you’re interested in. It’s not like they’re a fad or anything, I reckon they’re here to stay.”
“You’d do that?” he frowned. “For me?”
I looked over at him, his smooth muscular body resting on the couch, the blue artery throbbing on the inside of his thigh, his t-shirt bunched over his thick pectorals.
“Sure I would. I gotta keep you around somehow.” I grinned. “May as well teach you some things, can’t have you showing me everything.”
“Cool,” He grinned suddenly “Deal!”
Danny de Vito was just about to slide into the pool at the end of the movie when a truck pulled up outside.
“You expecting anyone?” Dean slid his arm off my shoulder and sat up.
“No.” I stood up and walked to the porch. It was Michel’s truck. He seemed unsure of what to do seeing the other one parked in my drive. I waved over at him through the fine rain and caught his eye. He got out of the pick-up and walked over.
“Sorry, Andy, looks like you got company.” He looked really cut-up about something. I got worried suddenly.
“S’Ok.” I smiled at him “It’s Dean from the Football Club. We just had supper and a movie. C’mon in.”
“I think I better go.” Michel shivered in the rain, looking miserable.
“Crap, bud
dy.” I walked over and grabbed his arm. “You drove all the way here, least you could do is have some coffee. Maybe a slug of Irish in it. You look soaked.”
Michel didn’t object as I steered him through the door. Dean sat up on the couch. I made the introductions. In the light, Michel looked like death warmed up. His eyes were red and he didn’t look like he could drive anywhere else tonight.
I sat him down on the couch, and got a coffee for him. He took it and sipped it while I motioned Dean to get the whiskey.
“So, what’s up?” I looked over at him. He was definitely upset about something.
“Perhaps I should go.” Dean fidgeted in the Hall.
“No-one’s going anywhere.” I smiled at him. “Just sit and talk awhile, and put a slug in his mug.”
“What’s up, Michel?” I prompted as Dean poured into the offered mug and sat down next to me on the sofa.
“She’s going to college.” Michel sipped his mug. “She knew for some time, but only told me tonight.”
“Ah, man.” I knew Marcie and he were getting close, but I didn’t realize how deeply he felt about her.
“It’s for the best, though.” Michel smiled weakly “But I still thought we could, you know … stay together.”
“And she didn’t.” I shrugged.
“It turns out she doesn’t want to come back here again, so she broke up with me… like forever.” Michel sighed deeply.
“Bummer, man.” Dean whispered from the couch. “Sorry.”
“It’s just…” Michel sighed again, a half-sob “It’s just not fucking fair, y’know. Here I was, thinking I got something special and it’s going to be all-right, and she up and leaves. Just like that. There’s no-one to talk to about that, so I thought June did that to you, man. Maybe you could help out here… Where did I go wrong with her?”