Short Spurts

by Rob Rosen

  The tongue continued further south, first lapping at the area just below my nuts, and then lapping at my tight asshole. I propped a foot on my sofa to give him better access. He sat crossed legged beneath me and, with his head raised ceilingward, he licked and sucked and bit on my cheeks and my hole. Occasionally, he’d spank my ass as he delved his tongue further up inside me, until his entire face was buried snugly against my chute and my body felt like it was on fire.

  And then, with my hole fully wet, a finger joined the tongue, and then two fingers, both pumping gently and rhythmically up my ass. I moaned in abandon and spit in my hand as I slowly pumped my cock with my fist and a warm shiver ran up my back. Obviously, sex was like riding a bike. Meaning, he hadn’t forgotten anything during those intervening three years.

  “You do taste as good as you look,” he eventually said, with two fingers still up inside of me.

  “Yeah, taste this,” I said, and slapped my cock on his newly shaven head.

  Obediently, he leaned upward and again sucked up and down on the length of my dick, all the while massaging the deepest recesses of my hole, his eyes gazing upward, dazzling in their brilliance. It was all I could do to not come down his throat right there and then.

  But I had other plans for this hot, hairy man.

  Gingerly, I reached down and removed his probing fingers, and then I led him onto the sofa.

  “Lie down,” I said.

  He did as was told, and I bent over and kissed him softly on his lips. We never closed our eyes, never blinked once. We stared and kissed as my hands worked their way to his thick nipples. He groaned and arched his back as I tweaked first the right and then the left one, pulling and rolling them between my thumb and index fingers. I slapped his hairy chest as my mouth worked its way from his lips to his neck. He smelled like my aftershave, which oddly made the moment even more exciting. Next, I bit and sucked on the crook just between his head and his shoulder, while he grinned and giggled into my ear.

  “Your beard tickles,” he said.

  I slapped his chest harder and continued my way down his body. My mouth found his right nipple. I sucked and pulled and bit on it. His giggling stopped and was replaced by soft moans.

  “Yeah,” he rasped.

  “Yeah,” I whispered, and then targeted the left nipple.

  My hands roamed the contours of his body, his flat, hairy abs, the smooth obliques, the curved sides, as I alternated between his sensitive nipples. Back and forth I went at them, each time causing a sigh or a groan to spew from his lips. And then I moved my mouth farther down, licking ever closer to that rigid, massive cock of his. My hands continued to work at his nipples as my face approached the prize.

  It was like a bat jutting out from a thick, black nest of hair. A glistening drop of precome dribbled over the side of his huge head. I licked it up and then took the tip of his cock in my mouth. He tasted salty sweet, his dick pulsing in my mouth as he pushed it deeper inside. I’d had my share of big, thick cocks before, but this one took the cake. Heck, it took the entire bakery. Still, I worked it in and down until it was pounding at the back of my throat. I pulled hard on his giant balls and he slowed down his pace.

  “Kind of lonely up here,” he said with a wink.

  I knew what he was getting at and stood up and got on the sofa with him, placing my ass in his face as I continued to work my mouth down his huge rod. Again, he went tongue-diving up my rump, and again it wasn’t long before he was working those same two fingers in and up my asshole as he pulled my cock between my thighs and sucked eagerly at it.

  I followed suit and rubbed a wetted finger around his tight, hairy hole before finally sliding it in, all the while slurping and sucking on his giant man-meat. He squirmed as I added another wet finger and glided it deep inside his ass.

  Then we were both finger-fucking and sucking each other’s cocks in unison. Both our big, meaty balls were bouncing, both our cocks were sliding in and out of wet, hungry mouths, and both our asses were being pounded by two long, greedy fingers. It wasn’t long before I felt his prostate harden and his cock get even thicker and more rigid.

  “Not yet,” he moaned.

  I knew what he meant, knew what he wanted me to do next. I jumped up and ran to the bedroom for a rubber and some lube. When I returned, he was already on his back, on the floor, with his knees up to his chest.

  I looked at his pretty pink, hairy hole winking up at me, and I grinned. I rolled the rubber over my cock as I watched him slowly stroke his giant prick, waiting for me to fill him with all my seven throbbing inches.

  I got on my knees and ran my tongue around his crinkled hole, kissing it and sucking it and nibbling at it before finally sliding my tongue inside. He wasn’t lying about not having sex for so long; the man was tighter than a drum. So, while stroking his dick with one hand, I again loosened him up with the other, gently sliding one and then two fingers in and then up his bottom, until he was ready for the real deal.

  “Fuck me, Steve,” he groaned. “Please. Now.”

  Man, he was so damn hot, with his ass up in the air and those beautiful eyes of his staring at me, pleadingly. I bent forward and kissed him again as I put some Wet on my fingers and again worked his hole.

  When he was lubed up, I positioned the head of my cock against his hole and my mouth over his right nipple. With a lick and bite, I gently pushed my cock forward. Cam sucked in his breath and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Slowly,” he cautioned. “It’s been a while.”

  I moved my mouth to his other nipple and slid the head of my cock a millimeter forward and then backward, repeating this over and over again, until my head was all the way inside of him and he loosened his grip on my shoulder. Only then did he finally relax and exhale.

  My mouth found his, and our eyes stayed locked on each other as I gently slid the remainder of my dick up inside him, until my balls finally slapped against his backside. He moaned and grabbed my butt cheeks to push me in as deep as I could go. And then I pulled back out and popped it back in, slowly, easily, and repeatedly. All the way in, all the way out, over and over, until his hole was opened wide. Then I rammed it in and fucked him good and hard. He panted and moaned as I pummeled his ass for all it was worth.

  When I could feel he was ready to spew, I wrapped my hand around that big, thick cock of his, and I stroked and pumped him. In seconds, I could feel his dick thicken to its fullest, and he threw his head back and moaned long and deep. His cock erupted in a thick, continuous stream of come that splattered his perfect abs and chest and neck. A few drops even shot beyond his head. My own thick cock continued pumping, and then, with an equally loud groan, I came long and hard inside of him, my body trembling from stem to stern.

  The smell of sweat and come filled my living room as I collapsed on top of him and kissed him passionately. Soon enough, my cock softened, and I tenderly pulled out.

  He whispered in my ear, “Man, that felt good.”

  I looked him deep in his stunning blue eyes and nodded my agreement. Then, glancing away from him for the first time that day, I noticed something. “It stopped raining,” I commented.

  “Yeah,” he agreed, looking up and over his shoulder.

  Quickly, I jumped up and ran to the dryer. I returned with his clothes, which were still ratty but at least clean. “Here,” I said, handing them to him. I toweled the two of us off, and then we got dressed. He didn’t say another word. When we were both again fully clothed, I ushered him out the door and back outside.

  He stared at me dejectedly, and said, “Well, thanks again. For, um, everything.” And then he turned and walked a few steps up the sidewalk.

  “Wait,” I yelled at him. “Where are you going?”

  He forced a grin on his cleanly shaven face, then shrugged. “The world is my home,” he answered, the sadness suddenly returning to his handsome face.

  I laughed. “Geez, what a corny line.” And then I reached inside my pants and tossed him the silver chain. “Besides, t
his is your home now. The world will have to do without you.” I was pointing to my front door and grinning from ear to ear.

  “But I thought…” He palmed my spare set of keys in disbelief.

  “What? I’m starving. Let’s go grab a bite and get back home. I gotta see how far we can get that huge cock of yours up my ass.”

  Now it was his turn to laugh. Hugging me tightly, he looked up at me with those magnificent eyes of his and said, “Steve, I’d say we’re gonna go all the way with it.”

  Fairy Tail

  Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, atop a hill up on high, there sat a massive stone castle. So tall was this castle, in fact, that the rooms in its loftiest tower overlooked the billowing clouds down below. These rooms, however, held but one resident, namely a handsome prince, imprisoned by the king until he was old enough to rule the land and take a mate. Sadly, for this captive prince, the age of kingship was fifty, and the prince was just shy of turning twenty-five. Half a life away from freedom, it would seem.

  And so, the prince, alone in his towering prison, sat at his window and miserably sighed, a lone tear cascading down his scruffy cheek. “Oh how I wish to find a mate now, and live like my people do in the land down below.”

  But in a castle high above the clouds there was no mate to choose from and no way to escape. The only other beings the prince had any sort of contact with were the birds, creatures with wings that were capable of soaring past the window he often stared out of as he waited, wishing for a better, less lonely life.

  Unbeknownst to the prince, though, there were other creatures with the ability to fly above the clouds, and one was fast approaching on gossamer wings that glistened in brilliant gold beneath the bright orange sun. The prince, gazing out of the window in shock and surprise, spotted the glinting object as it fast approached. Terrified, he ran from the window and hid beneath his bed. Minutes ticked by. The prince, hearing not a sound, assumed he was safe, and eventually poked his head out.

  “Hello,” said the being who now stood in his room.

  “Oh,” said the prince. “How, um, who, um, what are you?”

  “What am I?” it was asked, magnificent wings unfurled. “What are you? Only birds and fairies live this high off the ground. You, from what I can gather, are neither of the two.”

  The prince inched further out as he craned his neck upward. “But that, that would mean you’re a fairy. And fairies are not real, except in children’s books, that is.”

  “I beg to differ,” the fairy in question proclaimed, flapping his diaphanous wings as he stood there, arms akimbo, as a bright, wide smile spread across his impossibly beautiful face. He was also stunningly naked from stem to stern, something the prince couldn’t help but notice in both surprise and lecherous delight.

  The prince tumbled out from under the bed and rose to his full six feet. “I, dear fairy, am a human,” he proclaimed.

  “Nonsense. Humans live far below the clouds. So far, in fact, that I have yet to ever encounter one.”

  “Well,” said the prince, echoing the fairy’s smile with one of his own, “I believe this then is a first for the both of us.” He bowed and held out his hand. “Prince Nathan. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

  The fairy, thrilled at the opportunity to meet a human, reached his hand out in greeting. “Lothar,” he said with a firm shake.

  And in that instant, when human flesh met fairy flesh, when the magical irrevocably mixed with the non-magical, time suddenly and abruptly stood still all around them. The air ceased to flow, and the candles halted in mid-flicker. Only Nathan and Lothar could still be considered animate in that room so high above the earth.

  “My oh my,” Nathan gasped, keenly aware that what had just occurred was, to say the least, out of the ordinary.

  Lothar, however, still holding the prince’s warm hand, immediately saw the positive side to this rare event. “It would appear that we are locked in time, you and I,” he explained, inching in closer, his breath mixing with the prince’s, his emerald eyes boring into Nathan’s icy blues. “As long as we remain like this, we will not age. Our beauty will be eternal. That, dear prince, is the great power of magic.”

  Nathan, his heartrate doubling at the close proximity to this mesmerizing creature, found himself drawn still forward, until their lips were mere fractions of an inch apart. “Not a bad way to spend eternity,” he quipped, his mouth now brushing against the fairy’s, his tongue darting out to meet Lothar’s in midair. And then mouth was upon mouth and body was pressed tightly to body, and a warm flush traveled down Nathan’s back and burst forth into his ever-widening cock.

  The fairy pulled slightly away. “Is that a sword you’re carrying or are you just happy to see me?” he said, reaching down to cup the prince’s bulging, leather-encased crotch.

  “The latter, to be certain,” the prince replied with a wink, and resumed his kissing, mashing his mouth into Lothar’s and pulling him in close to allow his hands to roam up and down a smooth, chiseled lower back, eventually coming to rest atop a perfect rump, two melon-sized cheeks that ached to be parted, and then quickly enough were, until his fingers caressed a soft, crinkled, hairless hole.

  The fairy sighed, and asked, “May I join in on this pleasantness?”

  “Oh yes,” the prince groaned, still pushing and prodding at the tight, little hole. “Yes, you may. And please, by all means, do.”

  Lothar’s long, tapered fingers traveled up Nathan’s arm and came to rest at the top of his gold-trimmed tunic. With a flourish of his hand, the material began to evaporate, disappearing into thin air as the fairy worked his magic down the length of the prince’s body, until, soon enough, the both of them stood there, entirely naked and fully, utterly, wonderfully erect—with at least one body part touching at all times, so as not to break the spell they found themselves under.

  The fairy groaned. “You are even more breathtaking clothesless, young prince,” he uttered, bending down, his hand moving its way up, gliding across a well-worn calf, a hairy thigh, and then coming to a cup beneath the prince’s heavy balls, which he gave an appraising tug and yank on as he kissed and slurped on the thick cock above.

  Nathan moaned, and replied, “As are you, sir fairy. But as pleasing to the eye as you are, I cannot help but wonder how you might taste.” A mischievous smirk spread across the prince’s handsome face as he said this, his cock bouncing at the thought.

  Lothar, quick to understand the request, led the prince to the large, oaken bed, then lay atop the soft linen, and, while still holding tightly to Nathan’s hand, said to him, “Having never tasted myself, I must rely on your senses for an accurate assessment.”

  Nathan, instantly ravenous, crouched down, face to crotch. He took a deep whiff, and said, “Well, you smell as crisp and clean as the air outside my window, with just the faintest aroma of a rather intoxicating unearthly scent.” He then brought his hands up and rested them on the fairy’s smooth, densely-muscled thighs, which he spread apart before darting out his tongue to lick his way around two heavy balls and then up a thickly-veined shaft, until his mouth encased the plumb-sized head, which rested high above. He sucked and slurped at the already slick tip, working the wand in and down his throat. Bringing it back out with an audible pop, he announced, “Mhm, you taste equally as delightful as you smell. Perhaps, I dare say, even better.”

  “But you have not tasted everywhere,” the fairy said, raising his legs up and out, revealing a winking, pink hole that beckoned the prince to its glorious gates.

  Nathan took another greedy suck and slurp on the fairy’s quivering prick before moving southward again, his tongue circling around and around the center, zeroing in on its target, and then delving inside the silky-smooth interior. The fairy moaned at the intrusion, emitting a series of thin gold and green rings that pulsed from all around his writhing body. The prince pushed further inside, his tongue disappearing up the fairy’s rump, the rings of light growing thicker and more intense. “Ye
s,” Nathan finally said, smiling at the magnificent reaction he was causing, “you look, smell, and taste like perfection. Everywhere, I might add.”

  He then knelt on the bed and again devoured the fairy’s swollen prick whole, filling his mouth with it like a hand in a glove, sucking on it, feeling the blood course from within. With one hole sufficiently filled, he sought to fill yet another. Reaching between Lothar’s still outstretched and raised legs, he gently inserted one, then two, spit-slick digits inside of him. The fairy bucked his ass downward, sucking Nathan in as he gripped the prince’s fingers with his tight ring. “I must ask,” Lothar rasped, “don’t you have something even bigger to push up there? Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

  The prince laughed and reached down to grab at his own massive cock. “Now that you mention it, I believe I do, good fairy. If you’d be so kind as to get on all fours, I think I might enjoy a good, long fuck.”

  “Long being the appropriate word here,” the fairy said, eyeing the prince’s impressive member and eagerly doing as was asked of him, his wings unfurling and spreading out as he did so, fluttering gently, creating a cool, soothing breeze in the otherwise stock-still room. “Fuck away, dear prince. My ass awaits.”

  Nathan, happy to please, pressed the tip of his spit-wet cock up against the tight hole. With a gentle shove, he entered the fairy, slowly, evenly, firmly, until the entire length of his swollen prick was entrenched, up and in and back. Lothar exhaled sharply, and then sighed as wave after wave of bright orange rings haloed around his body, encasing both of them in a warm enchanted glow.

  A string of sparks rose and fell along the prince’s sweat-soaked back as he began to retract his cock and then glide it in again, repeating the motion, each time with a joyful grunt that shook the bed beneath, while his hands traveled up his own body, coming to rest alongside two rigid nipples, which he tugged and tweaked at, so that both his upper and lower halves were alive with nearly indescribable pleasure.