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| This time, there were no interruptions: I pumped steadily, conscious of the warm, willing body under mine, conscious of the slowly growing pressure down in the base of my thrusting shaft. This time, we just let our bodies take their own time . . . until I neared the peak. "Close?" he asked. "Close," I sighed. "I can -- you know -- feel you getting -- stirred up: muscles tight, pumping faster, going deeper -- yeah! You're turning me on, yeah!" "Don't -- get -- too -- hot," I panted. "Not -- until -- " And suddenly I was coming, unloading deep in his naked, squirming body; squirting jet after jet of thick sperm into the young man impaled on my spike. Spent, I relaxed with a sigh, lay catching my breath, then straightened my arms to lift my head and shoulders, and looked down. "Well?" "Wow! It's -- it takes some getting used to but -- yeah, it's -- wow," he sighed. "He tightened himself around my shaft, relaxed, and asked, "Still hard?" "You're so tight . . . there." I slowly eased my prong out, rolled on my back, and relaxed. After a few moments, I sensed movement. I raised my head and saw the young man carefully lubricating his own hard shaft. "Are you ready?" he asked, a new confidence in his voice. "Sure, stud." I spread my thighs wide, watched as he knelt between them. I raised my legs, knees bent; he steadied his shaft with his right hand, lifted my balls with his left, and found the opening into my hips with his glans. "Take it easy when you first go into me," I warned, as he eased himself in. "After that, once you're all the way, then I'm all yours, and . . ." "Y-yeah." His face was tense, then slowly relaxed into a happy grin as his glans snapped through the ring of muscle that guarded the way in. Inch by slow, cautious inch, he slid himself to the hilt into me. When I felt his balls touch my butt, I tightened myself around the base of his shaft, relaxed, then said, "Ride me, guy; ride me hard!" And he did -- hitting me just right at the bottom of almost every stroke. Twice, he pulled back too far, but quickly found his target and slid in deep again. "I think -- I know -- why you -- sucked me off -- first," he panted. "Yeah?" "If I -- did this -- first," he panted, "I'd have -- gone off -- like a -- firecracker -- on the first -- fucking -- stroke -- just -- half-way -- in." "That hot?" "Was then." "Now?" I asked. "Getting close?" He shook his head, but he was pumping harder and harder -- so hard that my own shaft was stiffening up again. "Just -- just enjoying -- the -- ride. Not -- trying -- just -- riding -- along." Suddenly, he focused his eyes on mine and -- still thrusting steadily -- asked, "Is that okay?" "Sure -- why?" "I didn't want to --" "-- take too long? Look, guy: I like getting fucked, I'm used to getting a shaft rammed up my butt, and you're going in just right." I twitched my own hard prong, twitched it again. "Feel that?" He straightened his arms, raising his chest and shoulders, then looked down between our torsos and licked his lips. "Yeah; I can see it too," he sighed, and dropped his chest onto mine again. "You ready for another round already?" "Just hard, not that ready. And your ass needs a couple days' rest after being pronged the first time. But after that . . ." "After that -- for sure," he said, speeding his stroke, then gradually slowing to a stop. "For fucking sure." We lay, bodies linked by his shaft, for long minutes. "Did you . . . ?" I asked "Yep." "I thought your prong felt awfully slippery all of a sudden." He grinned, licked his lips, and nodded. "Being here -- being inside you, feeling your muscles under me -- I'm still turned on, but . . ." "I know, guy; I know." |
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| A few days later, I found Chris -- alone this time -- at his favorite spot, near the rocks. "How did it go?" he asked, as I stretched myself out on the sand beside him. "I got him going, all right," I said. "Only . . ." "Only . . . what?" "I feel like I turned a tiger onto those studs," I said, looking back at the naked young men splashing in the surf and scampering along the beach. "A tiger? That young guy? But --" "Here he is now," I said, catching sight of the young man with the mouse-colored hair. "Eric said I'd find you here," the young man said. His expression was alert and eager, his shaft up and hard. "Eric?" I asked. "Blond stud with a crew-cut; real good build, almost as good as yours. He -- we -- I think I kinda wore him out, yesterday, and . . ." "And here you are." I glanced at Chris. "That was your idea." "But you're the one who . . ." Chris licked his lips slowly. "Okay, we're both responsible." "So we've got to do something about him before he wears out everybody else on the beach, right?" "There's two of us, and just one of him, so . . . so how about sandwiches, with him in the middle, and the two of us taking turns being top and bottom?" The guy, who had been looking more and more worried, relaxed with an eager grin. I grinned back at him, looked at Christopher, and asked, "You want to be on top for this round?" Chris nodded. I handed the guy the lotion bottle, then stretched out on the blanket and rolled onto my back. The guy took the lotion, quickly greased himself, then Chris. I spread my legs, raised my knees. The guy climbed aboard, entered me with a careful thrust -- he was learning fast -- then looked back over his shoulder, watching Chris mount and enter. I could tell when Chris slid his prong in: the guy squirmed and his muscles went tight, but then his face relaxed into a happy grin and his hips started pumping. Chris was grinning too, looking down over the guy's shoulder at me, and I was grinning up at those two naked studs -- the guy, going deep into me with every stroke; and Chris, who was fucking the guy, and the guy squirming every time Chris hit bottom. And all the time I was thinking what it'll be like later on, when I get to be in the middle -- and that really turned me on. |
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