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Cannot vouch for the quality of this one. (shrug)
z z Oh Master, I wonder, who rules Alt.Sex.Stories ? z Why that is easy, Grasshopper. It is... z z ... M e r c u r y ... z z For listen to the Wind. Does it not whisper in your ear, z "Mercury rulez A.S.S.!" And listen to the babbling brook. z Does it not babble, "Mercury has the biggest dick of all!" z You see, Grasshopper. All of Nature is in harmony with z Mercury, for he is one with the Universe! z zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz z z Notes : z z 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did. z 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write. z 3. Don't write asking me to email you stories. I just delete z your messages--or else say whatever comes to mind. >8^} z
My head was swimming. The dim light of the room I found myself in made it even more difficult to see. Between the alcohol I had consumed that night, and what I had been smoking, I was not exactly sure what was going on, but was damn sure I was having a good time.
Slowly I went over the events of the evening in my mind. Although this took only a second or two, it seemed worth the effort to reorient myself. Earlier in the evening I had walked into the hotel's bar for a quick drink, and to see what was going on. Standing at the bar I had gotten to talking with a friendly looking guy standing next to me. He said that he was on his way home from work, and asked if I was doing anything tonight. When I answered that I had no plans in particular, he had given me his address and asked if I would like to come to a party at his apartment. When I arrived at his place later in the evening I found about twenty guys, all about my age, crowded into his tiny living room. It was hot outside, and the air conditioner could not handle the load of all these people in a small room. A few of the guests were dressed in business suits, some were in casual clothes, some were in shorts and some had their shirts off and were exposing their sweaty chests. One well built guy, obviously a bodybuilder who liked to display his body, was wearing just a pair of jockey shorts. The room was filled with heat, smoke and noise. I was welcomed by my host (his name was Jack) and joined the crowd.
After a couple of drinks, I had relaxed a bit. Somebody offered me a joint, which I took gladly. More drinks and more smoking followed. The party was pretty informal. It was hot in the apartment, and as the evening wore on, coats, ties, shirts and other articles of clothing came off one by one. I had my crotch groped a few times, and I groped a few crotches myself. I remembered being kissed in various places a couple of times, and remembered that the guy in the jockey shorts had his hand down the front of my pants at one point, playing with the tip of my cock while we talked. The whole thing had made me pretty horny. But then, I seemed to have had plenty of company. Everybody else at this party seemed pretty horny, too.
Slowly my eyes began to focus and my head slowed its spinning. I was in a dimly lighted room. It was some sort of an exercise room, or maybe a gym, because I could make out a set of weights, and an exercise bike in the corner. In front of me was a long weight bench covered in stained reddish phony leather.
I focused a little more. In front of me, stretched out on the bench, was the most beautiful, sensuous ass I had ever seen. It was pale white, solid, muscular looking, and dimpled. The tanned skin above and below the ass made it look almost snow white, even in the dim light of the room. The ass seemed to be lifted up from the bench a bit, and was thrusting toward me incitingly. Below the beautiful object stretched two muscular thighs and legs, each dangling over the side of the bench, and exposing the puckered bunghole in the middle. Above the ass, I could make out a narrow waist and a well muscled, deeply furrowed back and broad shoulders. The tousled blonde haired head of a guy of about nineteen or so was looking back at me. I was nude, and my cock was throbbing hard.
I reached out and touched one cheek of the ass. It felt warm and firm, and tensed up as I touched it. I put my other hand on the other cheek, which felt equally firm and tight. As I did so, the ass started to move up and down slightly, and the puckered fuckhole tensed a little. The blonde head started to moan quietly. I started to gently rotate my hand on one of the cheeks, which seemed to increase the back and forth motion of the ass. I kneaded the ass. It felt firm and incredibly sexy. The quiet moaning continued.
I moved closer, and straddled the lower part of the bench, facing the ass. There wasn't much room on the bench, and as I sat down, the head of my throbbing cock barely touched the warm skin of a full ball sac hanging down from the ass, sending a sudden shiver through my body. The bunghole in front of me spasmed, and then relaxed again. I shifted forward a bit, resting my hard cock in the cleft between the ass cheeks. By moving my hips, I was able to rub my cock up and down in the warm fold of the ass. This felt good to both of us. The ass started to rotate a little while I rubbed. A clear droplet of precum appeared at the tip of my cock.
On the floor by my left foot I saw a condom in a pale tan wrapper, and a small black plastic jar of lube. I opened the jar and put a little of the whitish lube on my fingers. Gently I smeared some of the lube on the fuckhole in front of me. Again it spasmed for a second, and then relaxed. With one finger, I began to massage the skin around the hole. The moaning sound increased. With only a little pressure on my finger I slipped it through the tight opening and into the warm, velvety space beyond. My second finger followed without resistance. I started to rotate my fingers, gently lubricating and massaging the whole circumference of the ass. The moaning and slow pumping motions of the ass increased. The deep, muscular furrow down the middle of the back and above the ass began to collect some sweat, making it glisten in the dim light.
"Oh, Christ!", the voice said. "Fuck me ... NOW! Let me have that hot cock of yours in my ass! Give me your fuckin' load!" The tone was urgent and pleading.
I smeared the remaining lube on my hard dick. The lube felt a little cold at first, but the friction of my hand felt good. I opened the wrapper of the condom, and unrolled it slowly onto my cock. I squeezed the condom a bit to make sure that it was free of air and adhered tightly to my skin. Then I put a little more lube on the outside so the whole shaft looked glossy in the dim light of the room. I moved up a few inches on the bench, leaned forward, and rested the sheathed tip of my hard cock gently against the hole. Abruptly, the ass seemed to almost leap back toward me, gripping the head of my cock tightly in its grasp. After a second, the ass again relaxed, admitting more of my shaft. I moved forward a little more, slowly and steadily inserting my rigid meat into the inviting ass. There was no resistance. The ass felt warm and soft, like velvet, as it gripped and massaged my cock. In a moment, it was all the way in, my balls resting on his, and my thighs feeling the soft pressure from his ass cheeks. I rested for a moment, savoring the erotic sensation of flesh against hard flesh, and of his beautiful buns nestled into my groins.
The ass started to slowly rotate, pressing the head of my cock first against one side, and then against the other. The muscles of the ass cheeks tightened and relaxed, pushing me away slightly, and then inviting me in once again. By shifting my hips, I began to slowly slide my cock in and out of the ass. As I did this, the ass seemed to respond to every movement I made with a movement of its own. As I slowly rode my cock into and out of the warm hole, it would come back to meet me, shifting slightly as it did, and putting gentle pressure on a different part of my cock with each thrust. Now and then I would tease the ass a bit by pulling out almost to very the tip, only to slide the full length of my hard cock rapidly back into the ass in a single forceful thrust. Each time I did this, the ass would buck a little and the head would groan softly.
Soon the pace of my pumping thrusts began to increase as I forced myself deeper and deeper into the warm recesses of his body. As my pace increased, so did that of the ass. By now it seemed to have a life of its own, and was determined to engulf every inch of me in its embrace. I leaned forward, resting my chest against his muscular back and gripping him around the waist with my arm. With my other hand, I held on to the bar at the end of the bench to keep from sliding off. The ass changed it angle to meet the changed angle of my cock as I plunged it in and out. Soon my humping became almost involuntary. My body moved effortlessly up and down his back, lubricated by our sweat. The ass made little slapping sounds as it came back each time to meet my plunging cock. I felt the familiar sensation of pressure building deliciously in my balls. By now I was pumping the ass furiously, and beginning to sweat. I tried to prolong the ecstacy and to savor the delight of the pressure building up within me as long as I could.
I slowly moved my hand downward from his waist and between the muscular abdomen and the sweat-slick bench. I found what I was looking for, his hard cock sliding up and down on the sweaty bench as I fucked him. I gripped the cock tightly in my clenched fist. His rock hard cock slid in and out of my clenched fist as I thrust deeply into his ass, lubricated by our sweat. In no more than a minute or two, I could feel his cock suddenly swelling and getting rigid, and his ass muscles start to spasm around me. With a loud cry, he began to shoot load after load of his hot cum into my hand and over the bench beneath us.
By this time, the tightness in my balls had become almost unbearable. I could hold off no longer, and began to deposit my own juices into the depths of his hot bowels with almost explosive force. I vaguely remember a sensation as the first eruption came that made me think momentarily that I must have blown the tip out of the condom. My balls began to ache from banging onto the bench beneath us as I fucked. Again and again, I slammed into the ass, each time firing another blast of my cum into him, until, finally, I was totally empty. I felt completely drained, but also completely at peace.
I relaxed for a moment, resting all my weight on his heaving, muscular back. We were both breathing heavily and were covered with sweat. Slowly, I could feel my cock softening until finally it began to became quite limp and started to slide out of the ass. The ass tightened as I pulled out slowly, trapping the cum-filled end of the condom momentarily. I stood up astride the bench, catching my breath.
The body which had been beneath me turned over, reversed itself on the bench and sat facing me. It was the tight, well developed body of a young, seasoned athlete. Not bulky or bulbous, but perfectly proportioned, smooth and sinewy. He rubbed the sweat off of his chest and abdomen with the palm of his hand. As he did so, he found some of his cum on his skin, which he slowly licked off of his fingers. He found some more and, without a word, offered his fingers to me. His cum tasted sweet and salty at the same time, almost like a mixture of honey and caviar. We kissed.
A Little later we returned to be party, only to find that most of the guests had left. The few who remained were thoroughly occupied with each other. My head had cleared entirely by this time, and I was ready to party. My host had passed out on the couch with a head nestled in his crotch and his cock in its mouth. Several more bodies were heaped up on each other in various parts of the room. The room smelled of stale liquor, cum and acrid pot smoke.
Later that evening, I can remember tasting the sweet cum of my companion a second time, when he came in my face while I sucked on his well filled balls. I also remember feeling his broad shoulders lifting my legs and his chest pushing against my thighs when he plowed into my ass with the same passionate abandon that I had his. Unfortunately, I don't remember his name.
In the year or so that has gone by since that evening, I have twice been back to the small city in Texas where all this occurred. Each time I have tried to recover from my pot-fogged memory the location of the apartment where it all happened. I have even been back to the bar many times, looking for Jack, my host on that evening. It has all been to no avail. It seems almost as if they no longer existed. But the most vivid memories of that evening - the feeling of total contact with his body and the feeling of his tight ass as it gripped and manipulated my cock - will be with me always.
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