Ass-play
By DDL
I spread Bill's ass, exposing his dusty-pink, puckered hole. My finger tip played over it as he stretched out on the bed, moaning. I snaked my finger into him, feeling his ass fan open around it. The deeper I penetrated, the louder his moans became. Looking back at me over his shoulder, Bill begged, "Oh please, Donnie, Fuck me. Take my hot, little hole. Stick your fat cock in me, and fuck me."
I bent over him, kneeling between his wide-spread legs with my cockhead pressed against his asshole. A slight push of my hips sank my cockhead in his ass. Bill slammed his butt back, capturing more of my cock in his hungry hole. In one smooth, steady thrust I mounted him, pushing in, until my balls banged his upturned cheeks.
He quaked beneath me as I pulled three quarters of my dick back out, and then slammed it home. He was made, just made for fucking. His ass was a blast furnace, super-heating my cock. Bill sucked my cock with his ass, milking it, and driving me mad with desire.
"Yeah, Billie, you like my fat hog," I asked. He groaned, and collapsed onto the bed. His energy drained by my cock, he became my fuck toy, a quivering, open asshole, waiting to please me. I laid my full weight on top of him, my arms and legs covering his. I pinned his wrists down as I plied him with my manhood, pumping him, deep, and pumping him, hard.
I traced the contours of his ear with my tongue before plunging it inside. I captured his ear inside my mouth and sucked it, forcing my tongue deep into the canal. When I pulled my mouth away, Bill shivered as the cool air rushed into his spit-soaked ear.
I slow-cocked his talented ass using long, deep strokes. I felt his hole pinch in and out with the movement of my dick. I slid my arms under his arm-pits and locked my hands behind his neck, taking away what little control he had left. The word, pussy, kept echoing through my mind. That's what Bill was: my pussy, my cock-sheath.
"You like getting your little pussy fucked, Bill?" I asked, sawing my cock from side to side. "Oh god, yes," he sighed, "Fuck me, Donnie. Use me like the fuckin' bitch I am."
I wrapped my hands around his neck, and squeezed just hard enough to cut off his air. I felt him tense up, his asshole twitching around me. When I released my grip, he gasped for air, sucking it deep into his lungs. Little by little, I was discovering just what this boy liked. He liked it rough.
I jammed my hand underneath him and gripped his hard cock, feeling it pulse with every thrust of my dick. "Yeah, Billie," I said, whispering in his ear, "That's my pussy. Isn't it?" "Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth. "All your's...all your's."
I plied him with my fuck-pole until I almost shot. Then I pulled out of him, my cock -- popping -- from his ass. I rolled onto my side, taking him with me, and worked a shit-load of lube into his ready asshole.
I jabbed a finger into him, and found his prostate. I poked it, listening to his grunts of pleasure. I slid a second finger inside, then a third, until I, finally had half my fuckin' hand shoved up his ass. Bill drew his legs up, pressing his knees against his chest. In this fetal position, the crack of his ass splayed open, giving me total access to his defenseless fuck- hole.
I formed my hand into a wedge, folding it into itself as much as possible, and pushed. Bill had grabbed the poppers of the night stand, and was inhaling them. I pushed harder. His breathing changed as the popper blast hit him, and I pushed again. This time his asshole unfolded around my hand, swallowing it right up to my wrist. "Oh, daddy," he groaned, "Yeah, do it to me."
I folded my hand into a fist, slapped some lube on my fore-arm, and pressed on. Bill was limp, spasms quaking his body. His head lolled from side to side, mouth open, eyes closed. I turned his head toward me, and kissed his full, red lips, plunging my tongue into yet another of his bodily cavities. "Fuck you," I whispered into his open mouth, "Fuck you."
I had passed through the outer gate of his gut, and now I pressed against the inner one. "Take some poppers," I ordered. Bill reached for them, he seemed to be moving in slow motion, uncapped the brown bottle, and held it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, holding the vapors in his lungs. When his breathing changed again, I pushed. The gate-way fell, dilating around my invading hand.
"Oh jesus christ," Bill groaned, "I have a your arm inside me, daddy, fucking my pussy. Oh jesus, yeah!" I held my arm still, feeling Bill's gut hugging it. I gave him time to get used to it, gave him time to open around me and welcome me home. Then I started a short jabbing motion, in and out. "Oh, oh," he moaned as I moved inside him, "Fist me, daddy. Fist my hole."
I watched his ass distend around my arm as I pulled it back, leaving just my wrist and hand inside him. My fore-arm glistened as it emerged. Clean as a whistle, I thought, but then Bill always was. He knew how I liked his hole, and always made sure it was just right.
I decided to punch fuck him, using just my hand and wrist. "More poppers," I ordered as I pulled my hand completely out of him. Bill's elastic asshole stayed open for a second, twitched then constricted shut. When he was riding the popper blast, I punched his hole, and watched it suck my fist back it. Bill's body was stiff as a board, but his asshole was soft, and pliant.
I rolled him over onto his back. He pulled his legs up, locking his hands behind his knees. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his butt, elevating it to just the right height for fisting. "Yeah, pussy-baby," I growled, "Get fucked!" Bill pulled his legs in even tighter against his chest, and said, between hits off the popper bottle, "Oh, daddy. Yeah. Fist me, fuck me, fill me. That's your ass, daddy."
Bill's nine inch dick was laying across his stomach, oozing precum into his navel. Each drive of my fist caused it to stand up, pulling little webs of precum with it. His cockhead, a deep, shiny, purple, was soaked #with it. I reached over and twisted my palm around it, enjoying the hot friction of flesh on flesh.
"Oh, jesus!" Bill screamed, "I'm gonna cum, daddy. I'm gonna cum." I felt his cock stiffen in my hand as I slipped it down over his thick dick-shaft. I squeezed it, making his cock crown shine even brighter. "Here it comes, oh god. Here it comes," Bill shouted as his piss-slit widened, and the first blast of his ball-juice shot up and out. Spurt after spurt blew out of his cock like white rockets heading for the moon. Before he was through, his face, chest and stomach were covered #in his own seed.
I kept working his ass. I pulled my hand out, wrapped it around my cock, and slid both back up his twitching asshole. I fucked my hand, inside his ass. A couple of quick pulls was all it took. My dick stiffened, expanding in my hand, as I dumped my load in him. Christ, I thought, I'd never stop coming.
Bill grunted as I pulled my cum smeared hand from his asshole. My cum seeped from his well-fucked, stretched out asshole. He dropped his legs like they were lead #weights, and cooed, "Oh, daddy, thank you. Oh, I needed that." I laid down beside him, taking his face into my hands and kissed his open mouth, spitting into it. "Me too, baby. Me too," I said as I cradled him in my arms.
Bill was snoring almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, and I followed right behind him. Just before I dozed off, I slid a finger back up his ass, my bookmark, and whispered, "Me too."
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Jerry Gaither
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