I STILL MISS HIM #2
By Horny Joe
A few days after my first live encounter with Pat, I saw that he was online, so I sent him a note.
hornyjoe69: hey, pat, u in town?
The panel told me that he was writing a reply. We used the common Internet shorthand in our exchanges.
pppxxx: yeah, but leaving for the desert later
Shit! Shit! Shit!
hornyjoe69: oh 2 bad--hoped we might do a rerun of our last encounter
pppxxx: you been getting any?
hornyjoe69: only in my dreams--u?
pppxxx: none--not feeling great here
pppxxx: miss getting with you more regular
My mind soared at that expression of his interest.
hornyjoe69: me 2--whats goin on?
pppxxx: oh same ol same ol--just bored
hornyjoe69: yeah--im having withdrawal symptoms myself
pppxxx: why is that?
hornyjoe69: u really made my day when u came by and left that big injection in me
Keep him talking. He is giving me good stuff.
pppxxx: can u feel me cumming?
hornyjoe69: oh I feel every nuance in our fun--I cd write a book--or at least a short hot story
Man, you don't know the half of it. If I could only get you to express yourself this way when we're together.
ppxxx: yu are the only one I fuck bareback--it feels sooo good
hornyjoe69: oh yeah--and u r one of a kind--luv yr bod and yr big beercan cock
Nice to know that he cares so much. Ha ha. But I do love his thick stump stretching my ass.
pppxxx: my bod cd b better and I think u can handle a much longer cock--wish I cd push in 2-3 more inches
Yeah, and why not ask for the moon as well? Don't be modest, boy. You know I'd kill for your beercan and your bull's balls. Sure, I've had longer ones, but it's been a long, long time since I had record length and width in the same man.
hornyjoe69: I fantasize about spending a whole afternoon with u and going and going
pppxxx: some day we can try for multiple climaxes
hornyjoe69: uuuuummmm and a lotta arousal in between--u know u stretch my hungry hole and that really excites me
pppxxx: I like it also
Can we get that in writing? Wouldn't a relaxed afternoon be fun with him? Wonder what else he's into.
hornyjoe69: sorry we cant get 2gether more often--duno what 2 do about that tho
pppxxx: hope we can figure something out--holidays are a bad time of the year anyway
hornyjoe69: yeah, but wish u cd cum in my xmas sock
At least all is not lost. He's not averse to our repeating the episode.
pppxxx: I don't want you to to get around too much if we continue to bareback together
hornyjoe69: don't worry--im very careful--one reason its difficult 2 meat new guys--some r just 2 wild 4 me
Is he kidding me? Where has he been all my life? He's probably beating off suitors with a stick. Sure.
pppxxx: I am very fussy myself--like older clean cut guys
hornyjoe69: I avoid guys who r into drugs, fetishes, p & p stuff
There're lies and damn lies, I suppose. I didn't ask him for this, but since he's volunteering information, I might as well get in a few thoughts. He seemed to depend heavily on his poppers last time. All I needed was his virile body.
pppxxx: well gotta run--errands to do before I leave for the weekend
hornyjoe69: nice chatting pat--gimme a call when u get bak in town and lesse what cums up
pppxxx: yeah, will do--bye
That little exchange put me into orbit. He likes me! He's coming back. He's giving me something to go on. He was so non-communicative during his visit.
Our first live encounter had come in mid-October. The IM was a week or so later. As the days wore on and I checked my IM site every day, waiting for his return, my high faded. I had just about decided to put him out of my mind when I received an IM asking whether I was available. It was the Monday after Thanksgiving, and he'd returned from the desert full of piss and vinegar. He told me that he'd been saving his load for weeks, just waiting for me. I told him that I was already naked just waiting for his arrival.
That was an overstatement, but I was fully prepared thirty minutes before his ETA. I paced the floor anxiously when he was late. As it turned out, his times were always somewhat approximate, so I had to learn to pace myself where Pat was concerned.
Finally the now-familiar station wagon pulled up to the curb and my hunk bounded out of the car and up onto my front deck as I opened the door. We hugged perfunctorily and he headed down the stairs without further discussion. He knew the way, so I just hurried along behind him. He was out of his shirt and had his shoes off before I closed the bedroom door. I followed his lead to avoid wasting time on preliminaries, and as I rushed my own disrobing, he dropped his pants and jockeys.
I glanced over as I kicked off my shoes, and he was pulling on his still-flaccid cock. His surreptitious sideways look told me that he wanted me to help. I dropped to my knees and took his entire bulk into my hot mouth. Yummmmmm was it inviting--funky and spongy, just asking for my practiced lips and tongue. It rose rapidly, and I clamped my lips tightly around its girth as I flicked my tongue along its length. He thrust into my mouth eagerly but said nothing--it was all in his gestures. I could have enjoyed a session just building his ejaculation and taking his load in my mouth. Patience, HJ. Patience. I cradled his balls in one palm as I scratched behind them with an insinuating finger. He trembled a little but still made no sounds. I savored his thick cock and its gorgeous glans, already flowing sweet juice. My own excitement was mounting from the feeling of his huge stalk like an iron bar throbbing against my tongue. I wanted it buried inside my hungry ass NOW! I squeezed some lube into my fingers and laved his jutting probe thoroughly. I put another dollop in my aching hole, bent over the footboard of the bed, and helped steer him into his port.
"OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I groaned as he thrust into me all the way to his balls. The momentary shock of this Brobdingnagian stump tearing its way into my tender gut gave way to surges of electrical pulses flying outward to every part of my body. I'd forgotten momentarily the feeling of being so invaded by such a premium prong; its bulk being beyond belief and its effect on my entire nervous system a stimulus without compare. Every synapse sizzled as he thrust firmly against my ass.
"Mmmmmmm More!" I groaned. "I want your load, man. Gimme a ton of cum. Empty your nuts in my guts." His only reply was a rapid pullback and re-thrusting deep into my raging tunnel. "Fuck my ass, man. Fuck Me. FUCK ME!" I was deliberately being provocative to see when I could elicit some verbal response from him. His response was a slow and deliberate pull and push, pullandpush, sending waves of sensation flowing outward. "Hammer my ass! Give it to me!" I ordered, matching his thrusting and withdrawal with my pelvic movements, reveling in the raging messages flying from my sphincter.
Without any verbalization, the shusshing and slapping of his cock and balls abrading my ass filled in between my exhortations. He drove into me like a jackhammer with a definite thrust at the end of each stroke. I thought I heard just the suggestion of an `uunnngh' being overshadowed by the squish of his juicy balls against my ass. I adopted his rhythm and clamped my tight hole around his firm bulk. I felt my growing tension and wondered how long I could delay my own raging ejaculation as his exertion mounted. I grasped my oozing cock firmly, hoping to prolong my climax until he was ready. He drove his piledriver harder and faster in a desperate dance to denouement, but he gave me no clue as to how aroused he was. Without any other signal, his thrusting abruptly stopped at the depth of a hard drive. His body quivered slightly and he kept his cock pressed deeply inside me. I felt no sensation except the sudden explosion of my own ejaculation. It flooded out in great spurts onto the carpet. He stood motionless for a few seconds and then withdrew, holding his still-firm cock in one hand as he turned and left for the bathroom. The pouring forth of a heavy load from my canal was immense--much greater than the last time. He really had brought me a ton of cum. My asscheeks and balls were flooded, and a steady stream ran down my thighs.
Before I had begun to mop up our combined juices, he was back with a soft, pink prick and hurriedly pulling on his clothes. I tried to begin a conversation, but he just rushed his dressing and his return to equlibrium. "Gotta go," he finally said. "Running late."
"Well thanks for the contribution, " I smiled. "Let's do it again some time."
He grinned as he shot up the stairs, out the door, down the street and away. I looked at my watch. Elapsed time: fourteen minutes. It was as if a whole afternoon had been compressed into the blink of an eye.