DISCLAIMER: Well, not really a disclaimer -- rather a claim: this is a true story, dialogue as recalled the very next morning. But the "handle" of the Muscle Guy was made up for this purpose. Other than that detail, this is as precise a representation of the experience as i could conjure. Enjoy! ********** There I am, leaning over the bed...
"You want that butt fucked, boy? That's what you said you wanted -- I'm gonna give you your birthday present now...."
So I stick my butt up in the air.
"Show me your butt, boy."
And I reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart so he can see it. He starts teasing my hole with a finger and stroking his own cock. "Nice tight butt boy..." I hear a condom pack open and hear him spit out part of it. I hear the rubber snapping on his hard, perfect cock. I hear the lube lid open and that wet sound telling me we're getting ready.
"Take those poppers now, boy, if you want 'em..." and he throws them on the bed next to me -- I take a hit...
The world dissolves around me, around my butt, around his cock as it presses forward. He pushes and I open around his cock, now like steel. He goes in deeper.
And deeper.
Sinking to the hilt and holding it there.
"Who's butt is this boy?"
"Yours SIR!!! YOURS!"
"That's right boy! and now I'm gonna fuck it!" He starts to fuck me; slow at first, with long strokes. He's looking at himself in the mirror again, the black vest hanging back off him, the muscles tensed and straining -- totally pumped from the exertion -- that glint in his eye shining in the reflection, matching the flash of light on his lubed cock as he pulls out then pushes in.
He steps up the pace and slaps my butt. Faster still! And slaps my butt!! He's starting to sweat now, his whole body glinting with the effort of plowing me. He grabs the harness and pulls me up and back, driving deeper inside; and that's when I moan...
"Fuck me SIR! FUCK ME!"
And he just pounds me -- it goes on and on -- until I'm just suspended by his grip on the harness hanging like a limp doll off his cock. Then he pulls out and I drop forward.
"Too hot in here boy."
I need to cool down a bit so I ask him to lie down on the bed, "Let me take care of you Sir? Please? Just lie back and let me take care of you?"
So he lies back, the vest falling to either side of that beautiful smooth pumped chest, and I start to lick the sweat from his body methodically. Starting on his right pec; one long lick of my tongue under the pec. The sweat smells sweet and tastes lightly of salt and I drink him in another way... I clean his right pec, one long stroke at a time. I run my tongue up between his pecs and up his neck; he moans a bit and turns his head this way and that to give me access. And I return to his left pec and lick the sweat from that, stroke by stroke; tasting him, lost in his scent and taste. I ask him to raise his left arm, and my face reaches under the vest for his armpit -- licking, stroking -- his smell, the smell of the leather. Cleaning out his armpit with my tongue. I raise my head and come at this arm from the other side of the vest, from the outside; and, from his armpit, start licking out along his arm. He flexes his bicep for me and I swoon. How hard and literally hot it is from the previous efforts.
Pumped.
"You like that arm, boy, huh?"
"Yes Sir!" And he flexes it more -- turning it this way and that. And i worship it, what i was made to do... Worshipping that ultimate symbol of his strength. And i start to move my tongue up the forearm and back down, trailing down, back to his torso down the flare of his lats, smelling the leather of the vest again. Down his tight stomach; down his crotch. My face brushing his cock. Down his powerful thighs that steadied me so before.... Down his calves, along his foot and down to his toes, sucking each one. Caressing, adoring, worshipping. Back along his foot, up his leg; my face gliding between his thighs, my tongue reaching his balls.
He bends his knees and raises his pelvis slowly as I start to tongue around the base of his cock, between his thighs, behind his balls. Reaching his butt. And he starts to moan a bit; he likes his ass rimmed. I spend time there bringing him pleasure, which, after all, is my pleasure... and his cock gets hard again. I come back and start to suck it, feeling it swell and fill my mouth, feeling his control reassert itself.
His hand on my head now, forcing me down. He sits up and starts bucking his hips. And, hand holding my head at his crotch, he moves from the bed and stands over me.
"Get me another beer boy, I think we both need a drink."
I get him another beer and he starts to drink it while I suck his cock. One hand lifting the bottle to his mouth, flexing his arm, displaying his power; the other hand on my head demonstrating his power -- muscle and will, strength and domination.
He knows what he has before him.
"You were very good boy and didn't spill a drop last time, so this time we'll just stay right here..."
We're by the mirror, between it and the bed and i have to make sure not to spill a drop. He pours some beer down his cock and I drink it up; he leans down and feeds me some beer from his mouth and I drink it up. I feel that trembling in his legs as he struggles to relax, to fight the urge to hold it back from me.
And he starts to moan. His leg muscles flex. My cock is rock hard in my hand, his cock filling my mouth.
He moans and yells: "HERE YOU GO BOY! DRINK IT!"
He starts the stream and its coming in torrents this time, filling my mouth every two seconds. I can't let it spill so I'm swallowing and swallowing and he keeps it coming and coming. I'm stroking my cock, his hand on the back of my head keeping me clamped to his crotch. I'm struggling to keep pace with it and it flows and flows and flows... He drinks some more beer and i'm lost in him. Drowning in him. Clutching him. Sucking him down. And, barely touching my cock, as my mind starts reeling at the effort of keeping pace because he just keeps pissing! My cock, with one light touch of my hand, explodes... my body bucking off of his while my mouth stays clamped, drinking, swallowing, cumming and cumming and drinking and drinking.
"Good boy! Yeah, good boy! Drink it boy! Good boy.... yeah.... good boy..."
And as the tremors in my body slow, his piss starts to recede and I begin to breathe again. Still sucking; still swallowing -- sagging against the pillars of his legs, his hand stroking my hair and my mouth cleaning his cock of the last drops.
And he pets me on the head "Good boy!"
I sag to the floor.
"Now its my turn boy... get on the bed... Lie on your back"
And he kneels beside me on the bed and starts stroking his cock. I'm looking up at his amazing face, his astonishingly beautiful body, the tan glowing in the dim light. He starts to stroke his cock as my hands run over his body from below. "Oh Sir, what a body you have. Look at you, just look at you Sir..." My hands grabbing the meat of his pecs, running over the hard rippled stomach, and I start to blow lightly on his balls and his cock. He starts to moan as his cock gets harder still, and, as I blow on his balls and crotch he moans even deeper than before and SHOOTS on my face, on my chest, on the harness, on the bed. He shoots and shoots, his body spasming around his crotch; and he shoots and I feel the warm cum on my body and know that, for this night, he's made me totally his...
We wash, he brings a towel and cleans my body. We dress and he stands by the door and kisses me ever so sweetly and says good night, and leaves.
And that's how my birthday ended!