John and Jim

John and Jim

Chapter 2-Getting Acquainted

The problem with summer in these latitudes is that the sun comes up early: like 5:00 a.m. If it weren't for Daylight Savings Time, it would be 4:00 a.m. Of course, the converse is much worse. In the dead of winter, we don't see the sun until 8:00 a.m. (if we see it at all) and it sets shortly after 4:00 p.m. Getting up AND going home in the dark isn't my idea of a life. But, the summers make it worthwhile.

And this morning was no exception. Jim was very much making it worthwhile. I awakened to hear myself moaning, accompanied by feeling my ass being opened up by a monster dick. "Gawd, you're big!" I croaked.

"Want me to stop?"

"Fuck no!" I insisted. His right hand was working on my nips while his big 9.5" dick slid deeper into my welcoming butthole. I arched my back, pushing my ass harder into his exploring dick. His kinky pubic hair rubbed deliciously against my asshole. "Damn, you're big!" I repeated.

"You said that," he smiled.

"Yeah, I did," I admitted. "But, damn, you're the biggest thing I've had up there in a long time and certainly the biggest man I've ever had in my bed." He slowly slid his horsedick in and out of my ass a few more times. His full lips nuzzled my neck and kissed my ears. Jim's hot, quick breath told me how close he was getting to cumming.

He ceased fucking my butt and shuddered. "Stop milkin' my dick, Man! I don't wanna cum, yet."

"Maybe, a change of positions will help?" I suggested.

"You have something in mind?" he chuckled.

"You know I do," I laughed. "Roll over on top of me and fuck me like I fucked you last night." He pushed me on to my stomach, rolling with me. His dick slid deeper. I gripped it hard with my ass muscles. He supported his thick upper body with his elbows on the bed and his legs straddled mine, using his knees to help drive his dick hard and deep into me.

"What a sweet ass!" he moaned. "It's a good thing I have a condom on. I'd have shot off already with the hot rubs and squeezes I'm getting from your hole." He moved into a push-up position, only his big dick connecting us and bounced his hips up and down, long-dicking my ass just the way I loved it. The big head of his dick raced over and over my prostate each time he plunged in or withdrew. It would soon become a question of who would come first, if he didn't slow down.

He collapsed on my back and held still. I felt his dick jerk inside me, but his body didn't follow through. He'd avoided, but only barely, another climax. "We gotta change positions, again. This is too good!" he rumbled in my ear.

"Doggie style?" I proposed.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "One of my all-time favorites. And I can really drive from that position into your beautiful ass. I love lookin' at that sweet butt with my dick in it. Nothing looks better, except maybe my face in your ass!"

"Or, your dick in my butt without a condom?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah! That would be so hot. I know I'd cum in seconds just watching my dick open your ass up for a big load," he groaned, pulling me up onto all fours, his big dick still buried up my brown butt. He pulled out slowly, then, lunged forward. His big hands pulled my hips into his thrusting dick. He ground in the thick root, rubbing his pubes into my tender hole.

The top part of my body collapsed on to the bed, my shoulders touching the mattress as he pounded my upturned ass. The harder he rode me, the higher he moved on to my back, pushing down on my ass with his big hands as he thrust his thick dick deeper into my butt. He stirred my guts with his monstrous, black stick. My prostate was pummeled, causing my dick to jerk and slap against my abs with each thrust of his horsedick.

I grabbed at my dick and beat furiously. He slapped my hands away, then, held them behind my back. "I'm gonna fuck the cum right outta ya," he growled. I milked his dick, hoping he'd fuck me harder and faster. That would get me off for sure.

Jim didn't disappoint me. He plowed me hard, deep, and fast. His breathing was ragged and short. I knew he was close to blasting his load when I felt him stiffen on my back.

And not a moment too soon, I decided. My dick was slapping wetly against my abs with each hard thrust, my nuts were drawn up tight against the base of my 10" donkey dick and were eager to fire their pent up load of dick gravy. One special plunge into me and I started to squirt my heavy cream. My ropes of cum arched and splattered on to the sheets; some soaked my chest, but most of them soaking the bedding. Shot after shot raced from my bull nuts and squirted out my inflated dick. I backed on to his obscenely thick and long semen sprayer, urgently needing as much stimulation on my joy button as I could get. Again, he touched a needy spot and I shot a wad of jizz up to my pillow. This guy could fuck!

As I fired off another volley of cum, I felt him jerk violently atop me, squeak out something unintelligible, and rocket his dick hard into me. He pulled my hips back into the final thrust and held on, pumping savagely, needing to sow his seed so deeply that he didn't pull back between climax waves. My climax waves were grabbing at his dick, giving him more pleasure than just fucking my ass would have done. He nearly fainted from the intensity.

Damn, I thought. A great fuck that goes this deep with a monster dick this big has got to be felt bareback as his hot jizz paints my insides. I gotta keep this guy around, somehow. But, he lives in Seattle, I reminded myself. That's not conducive to lasting relationships. Long distance just doesn't cut it.

Jim withdrew his slowly shrinking dick. I rolled on to my back, being careful not to roll into the cum spattered sheets that I'd creamed into. He stretched out atop me, kissing me tenderly, spearing his formidable weapon into my gaping hole, again. "I could fuck you all day and all night," he grinned when he broke our kiss. "But, if I don't take this dick outta your ass, the condom will leak."

My legs wrapped around him and hooked together behind his back. "Maybe, I wanna get pregnant," I smirked. He punched his magnificent dick into me a few more time, ardently kissing as he did. But, eventually, he pulled out and I let him go.

"I love it when you fuck me, Jim," I smiled up at him. "I love all the positions, because you make me feel possessed, guarded, cared for."

"Or loved?"

"Well, maybe. Certainly in lust," I concluded.

"A little too soon for love," he agreed. "But, you sure do turn my crank," he added. "And that especially holds true when you fuck ME! I haven't been so well and truly fucked as you did last night."

"We aim to please," I smiled up at him. He was on his hands and knees, bending in for an occasional kiss. Every time I looked into his eyes, I wanted him. And when I checked out his huge, muscled body, I wanted him to fuck me, continuously.

Stripping off his filled condom, I drained it. I pulled him down for another kiss (which he relished, sucking up as much of his own load as he could find). He stood up on his knees, his dick still dripping cum. I moved quickly and sucked the big head and most of the shaft into my mouth. His load tasted even better than it had in the condom. Licking it off his skin gave it a special taste.

He grabbed for my wilted dick. "You cum already?" he asked. I nodded and glanced toward my side of the bed. He grinned and slipped over there, his nose against the sheets, sniffing and licking at the larger wet spots. "I told ya I'd fuck it right out of ya!" he laughed. "That's the drawback to fuckin' doggie style. I don't get a chance to suck you off," he sighed.

His big dick had been cleaned by now, so I worked my way farther back, sucking on his big nuts and sniffing at his ass. His hole was still shiny with raspberry lube from our fuck in the middle of the night. I stuck my tongue between his big glutes and licked the length of his deep ass trench. "It's times like this that I wish we were barebacking," I groaned once I came up for air. "Suckin' out my own load from a well-fucked ass is so hot it makes me wanna cum again."

"I thought I was the only one who was that much of a butt pig!" Jim laughed. "You're a kinky bitch, aren't ya!" He squatted back on my face, spreading his butt cheeks even more. "Yeah, Man! Eat that ass out!" He began sucking my dick back to hardness. It wasn't much of a task for him. Eating his big ass out was enough to get me hard, anyway.

We were in pig heaven. I was eating a big black ass and he was sucking on one of the biggest, juiciest dicks he'd ever had. Moaning and groaning with pleasure, we took each other to new heights of desire. The harder he sucked on my dick, the deeper my tongue explored up his hole. As though reading each other's minds, he was trying to get my hard dick wet enough to go up his ass without more than spit, and I was trying to add my own saliva to his soon-to-be-fucked ass. Neither of us thought for an instant that we'd have to bag my dick before we started fucking.

As it happened, it didn't matter. I was so into butt munching him that I didn't focus on the aroused state of my black snake. I roared my climax into his big muscled cheeks and sprayed another creamy load of baby sauce down Jim's throat. He drank and licked and sucked on me until I couldn't stand the stimulation anymore. I pulled away laughing. "Damn, Jim! There ain't no more!" I rolled over to get away from him, but that exposed my ass. He dove in and licked away at the lubed hole. "You keep doing that and you'll have to fuck me again," I sighed.

"I've had worse propositions," he giggled. "How can one man have such a beautiful ass and a monster horsedick? It just ain't fair!"

"Seems to me that you're the one packin' the monster dick and the butt that could chew posts into sawdust," I retorted.

"I really wanted that dick up my ass again," he sighed.

"And I wanted to fuck you again," I agreed. "The way we were going about adding spit to the equation, we'd forgotten about the need for condoms," I reminded him. "One of us has to be strong and remember," I said.

"We both have to," he replied.

"Laundry time," I changed the subject. "These sheets are soaked with cum and lube."

"We'll be changing sheets every day the way we're goin' at it all the time," he laughed. "But, we'd never have to worry about spilled loads if we were barebacking," he leered.

"You're so bad!" I laughed. "Even if we'd been barebacking, I'd have shot my load into the sheets when you were pumpin' me doggie style."

"We'll save that position for laundry day, then" he smiled back.

We tore up the bed and started the washing machine. He joined me in the oversized shower, promising to be good, but faltering badly when I started eating his ass again. He slowly jacked his dick while I sucked on his butthole. The deeper I ate, the harder he jacked. He spun around and fed me another load of ball honey as I jacked off another of my loads on to his knees. How could both of us be so hot up to cum so much? Evidently, we really turned each other on, a LOT!

"Shouldn't we check in on Alex and Art?" Jim suggested after the breakfast I'd prepared and we'd consumed.

I glanced up from my section of the morning newspaper (the Oregonian, but as most denizens of Portland called it, the Boregonian (or worse)). "Do they need checking up on?"

"Surely, Alex does," he grinned. There had to be a story there, but I let it slide.

"You know where they'll be?"

"Probably at the Vintage. It seems to be a favorite of his."

"Not the tubs?" I asked innocently.

"Art like it there?"

"Not particularly, but it is closer. However, the Vintage is only a couple more blocks away," I allowed.

"I'll try the Vintage first," he concluded. "Where's your phone book?" I directed him to the appropriate volume, tucked away under a small table in the living room. He located the number, dialed, and asked for Alex's room. He smiled. Alex was registered there. Although it was only 8:00 a.m., I knew they'd be awake. I was a little surprised when Alex answered the phone. I thought they might be fucking or had already gone out to breakfast. "Hi, Alex," Jim said breezily. "You fuckin'?" He laughed hard. "Okay, call me later. Hey, John! What's your phone number?" I relayed it to him and Jim repeated it. "So find something to write on. Yeah, I'll wait." I had to laugh. Knowing Art as well as I do, I was sure someone's butt was being hammered and the last thing they'd think of was paper and pencil. But, they were conveniently in the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Jim repeated the number again (at least, he has a memory for numbers) and hung up.

He laughed when he returned to the living room. "Alex was busy on Art's asshole. He didn't say if he were eatin' it or fuckin' it. Knowing Alex, it could be either."

"No wonder you're such good friends," I acknowledged. "He teach you or you teach him the finer points of rimming?"

"Both of us brought a considerable body of expertise to our first session," Jim recalled. "He's nearly as hungry for hole as you are."

"You know, that reminds me that I haven't had my face in your ass recently," I leered. Jim dropped his pants and bent over in front of me. "You have no SHAME!" I laughed, but immediately rimmed his ass, again. Before we took a break, I'd fucked him, he'd fucked me, we'd rimmed each other, taken another shower, and sucked another load of ball honey out of each other's sacks.

The phone had rung, but we'd ignored it. My dick was in Jim's ass and we weren't about to interrupt that for a phone call. The recorder picked it up, saving Alex's message. He and Art were going out to a late breakfast and wondered if we wanted to tag along. If we didn't call back within 15 minutes, they were going without us. We didn't call back.

By ten o'clock, we'd pulled Jim's overnight bag from his car and hung his clothes up in my closet. We'd also stored his Mercedes in my single car garage. His vehicle was far more valuable than mine. I'd prevailed upon him (easiest thing I've ever done) to spend the rest of the weekend with me. The balance of the afternoon, we spent talking. I wanted to know more about him and what he did at Microsoft. He wanted to hear about my job with the city and what I thought my future there was. I could tell by the tenor of his questions that he was trying to figure out how to get us together on a long-term basis. But, I was just as guilty.

Clearly, he had the more prestigious job, the better pay, and better prospects for his career than I did. He pressed me on my future plans, wondering if I really wanted to work for the City of Portland for the rest of my adult life (until retirement, anyway). I hadn't thought that far ahead. But, he had. He knew he was gonna be a "rich bitch" as he called it. A handsome salary and stock would see him into an early retirement. His goals were simple: retire early and play.

Late in the afternoon, I turned the topic to previous boyfriends and one-night stands. We regaled each other with salacious tales of kinky sex, disappointing, duplicitous boyfriends, and anonymous sex at the gym. He concluded that we were not nearly the sluts others might think us to be. Neither of us did the bookstores, t-rooms, parks, or baths. The truth was that we'd both found as much hot sex as we needed at the gym. Well, not that it was enough (as our time together had already proved), but enough to keep us from going crazy.

"Every time I find some really hot guy, we'd fuck a couple of times and he'd be done. I couldn't find anyone who wanted to go at it all night or all day long," he smiled. "Until I'd met you, that is." I smiled back. I knew the feeling. "I'd find some hot guy who'd wanna do me every day at the gym, but only once a day. That's sure not enough."

Again, I agreed. "You got a stable of regulars?"

"Probably a dozen or so," he revealed. "But, seldom do we connect more than every couple of weeks. There is always a question of days and times. I'm pretty regular with my workout days and times, but they seem to be all over the place with their schedules. How about you?"

"About the same," I sighed. "A couple of times, I've had two of my regulars wanna play and I got a hot three-way going, but those are pretty rare. Of course, there are always the discouraging times when some troll comes in and we can't finish what we've started."

"Yeah, pisses ya off when you wanna get your nut and some dude kills it."

"There's always another day," I sighed.

"Yeah, but you never get you chance to nut that time, again."

"You recover fast enough."

"But, I wanna get it on more. As it is, I jerk off in the morning before I go to work, get some sex at the gym, and pump off another load before I go to sleep," he smiled. "I just wish I had someone to do all that with."

"You have me," I smiled coquettishly.

"Uh, in case you hadn't noticed, my Nubian prince," he grinned, "you're in Portland and I'm in Seattle. It's gonna be tough to get it on with you at that distance, even though you got a big, long dick."

"But, I'll be up next weekend," I reminded him. We'd already negotiated my trip up there, arrival time pegged for sometime in the late afternoon. He'd scribbled out directions on a sheet of paper, but I went on line and found a map that showed it better. I'd printed that off and tucked it in my car when he'd gone out to get his overnight bag.

"And we'll fuck like rabbits, I'm sure," he agreed. "But, what'll I do about Monday through Thursday?"

"There's always the gym," I smiled slyly. "I can't expect you to be true to me when I'm not there to service your hot ass and big dick. I've experienced your nearly unquenchable thirst for frequent sex. I'm just as needy."

"Listen to us," he laughed. "We've been together less than a day and already we're planning on how we're gonna be faithful to each other. Kinda rushing it, I think." I looked downcast, almost like I'd been physically hurt. "Geez, John! I'm sorry. That was callous of me. I meant to say that we're making all kinds of plans when we hardly know each other. Admittedly, the sex is phenomenal! And as important as that is, do we have the same life goals, the same sleeping habits, spending habits, compatible political views?"

"Well, let's talk about them. I'll bet we have even more in common than you might think. I'll start first, so you won't think I'm trying to agree with you on things." He nodded his agreement. "Okay, I'm politically liberal, but fiscally moderate to conservative. I don't spend more than I can pay off next month on my credit cards. I'm a morning person, not a night owl. I love sex and can't wait to get my dick up your hungry butt without a condom," I laughed.

"I like the last one best!" he laughed with me. "Now, I'm gonna sound like I'm agreeing with you, but I do. I'm a real bore when it comes to staying out or up late. I like to get to bed by 10:00 or 10:30, and get up with first light. I especially like to wake up to a hot dick up my butt at first light."

"Or your hot dick up my butt at first light," I interrupted.

"Yeah," he agreed dreamily, harkening back to our early morning fuck. "I make enough money that I never have to worry about debt. I own my condo (well, me and the bank), and I'm leasing the Mercedes. No point in buying a depreciating asset is there." I nodded. I was leasing my Lexus, too.

"Okay, so we agree on some basics," I said encouraged. "What about your family? How do you get along with them?"

"I was one of the lucky ones'" he grinned. "I have a loving family. I even have a father at home who has been a great inspiration to me. While I was growing up, I thought he was a tyrant, but I know now that he was looking out for my best interests. I'm the middle child of three brothers. And you?"

"I'm in the same kinda situation; but two younger sisters, as I'm the eldest."

"What about your first sexual experience, John. What was that like? Was it with a man or a woman?" Jim asked.

"I was 14, I think. I was on the football team, a freshman. Two older guys, one 15 and one 16 got me goin'."

"How so?"

"Well," I began, "They'd seen me in the showers after practice and knew I had a big dick, just not how big it got when hard, though. You know how big I hang when soft." He nodded knowingly. "So, we started a jerk-off session. They were real impressed by my big dick and how much precum I oozed out. They wanted to feel my precum and how big and hard my dick was. Of course, we were jerkin' each other within a minute. I know I shot off first, but I don't recall who did after that. I do remember how impressed they were at how hard and far I shot when I came. For a 14 year old, I guess I came a lot, too."

"How big were you then?"

"Probably six foot tall and weighed about 175." He grimaced at me. "Oh, that kinda big! "I think I was probably 8.5" and pretty thick already." He smiled. "What really got them excited was that I licked off my cummy fingers. They said they'd never tasted cum before and had wondered if it were nasty. Of course, I assured them it was great."

"You sure have a testimonial here," Jim laughed. "I think it is, too!"

"They licked off their fingers and liked it, too. So, the next time we got together (I think it was a couple of days later), we jacked each other again and tasted each other's loads from our fingers. We did that for a couple more sessions, when this older guy, Jared was his name, offered to suck our dicks for us, because we'd never had a blowjob before. He sucked the other guy, uh, Shawn I think it was, and swallowed his load. I was playing with Jared's dick while he was blowing Shawn. So, Shawn gets off, and Jared wants to blow me. I don't think he got more than the head between his lips when I started to blast away. I nearly drowned the poor guy. But, he managed to swallow most of it."

"When did you first suck a guy off?"

"Same guys," I replied. "After Jared sucked us off and told us how great it was, we agreed that it was only fair that we should suck him off. Of course, he was as hot for it as we were, so we shared his creamy load within another minute."

"And your first fuck?"

"Giving or receiving?" I asked, shifting to get more comfortable. Retelling my loss of virginity story always got me hard.

"Both," he answered, taking me by the arm and steering me into the bedroom, again.

I smiled and eagerly complied with his urgent, non-verbal request. He slowly removed my clothes, kissing and licking every new inch of exposed skin. I tried to continue my story, but each time he found a new erogenous zone, I stopped abruptly and moaned loudly. He urged me to continue, but all I could think about was fucking his ass like I did Jared's.

As he quickly shed his clothing, he crawled on to the bed, lying on his back and taking me in his huge arms. "Continue, John," he insisted. I couldn't remember how far I'd gotten in the story. I kissed him forcefully, and slid my very hard dick under his heavy gonads, poking at his asshole. He reminded me where I was in the story as he handed me a condom. I quickly rolled it on and went back to telling him about my first fuck.

"Jared had been playing with his ass when he'd been blowing us the next few times. I'd even seen him shove a finger or two up his hole just before he came. One time when Jared was on his hands and knees giving Shawn a blowjob, Shawn started playing with Jared's ass. Jared went crazy, going deeper on to Shawn's hard dick than ever and moaning like a bitch in heat. The time before I'd been blowing Jared after he'd sucked us off and Shawn got to sucking on Jared's nuts while I was blowing Jared. Jared lifted his legs really high and Shawn started licking the guy's butthole. I thought it was strange until Jared told me to sit on his face and he'd cum even harder than he'd ever squirted for me. By then, I was a total cum pig, so I was good to go."

By now, I'd gotten so turned on by Jim that I'd pushed his legs into his chest and started munching on his butthole, getting it soaked with my spit. As my mouth was busy and he was enjoying the hell out of my lingual stimulation of his manhole, he didn't press me for further details. "Man! You gotta fuck me, John! I can't stand it any longer!" he begged. He'd grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up his hard body. My leaking, jerking dick bounced against his nuts and skidded across his abs. He unceremoniously snared my dick with both hands and shoved it up his ass. His groans of lust filled me with more desire to pump another load up his eager butt.

Our lips met, nearly sucking the life from each other as my hard 10" dick slid home. I pressed his big legs into his chest, opening his thick, muscled, butt cheeks and shoved as deeply as I could. He didn't even wince. But, my dick jerked so hard at the tight, milking cavern that I almost climaxed. He could see how close I was to sperming his asshole, again.

"Finish the story, John," he asked, hoping to take my mind off what my dick was feeling. "You had just sat on Jared's face and were sucking him off as Shawn was rimming Jared's ass."

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, trying to break my concentration away from my ready- to-spray dick. "Shawn was crazy with lust. He pushed Jared's legs higher and pressed his hard dick against Jared's butthole. I thought he was gonna smear his precum all over his ass (which he'd done before). But, Shawn needed to fuck boy butt. He had a pretty big dick, so he had the good sense not to slam it in. But, he did want to fuck Jared, badly! He pushed forward and went in a couple of inches. Jared groaned hungrily into my ass and kept rimming me. His dick had jerked a couple of times in my mouth as Shawn had withdrawn once and pushed nearly all the way in.

"I seriously doubt if Shawn was in the saddle for more than 15 seconds. Jared had grabbed Shawn's ass with both of his hands and pulled Jared deeply into his butthole. I couldn't believe what was happening! Just watching them fuck nearly made me cum. I paused sucking Jared. Shawn plowed deeply a final time and his entire body stiffened. He jerked and jerked, his dick way up Jared's butthole. I knew he was cumming inside Jared.

"When he finally finished, he pulled out. His dick was streaked with white cum. Jared pushed me off his face and praised the hot fuck he'd just gotten from Shawn. Then, he looked at me and said that he bet I could do even better. My dick was so hard that I could have fucked a tree and not gotten splinters. Shawn moved out of the way and I took his place. Cum was oozing from Jared's butt. I aimed my big dickhead at Jared's fuckhole and pushed.

"I was bigger than Shawn, so my dick just skidded away, up against his nuts. Jared grabbed for it, lined it up and pulled me into him. The head slipped through and he clamped down hard on me. But, his ass tunnel was so slick with Shawn's cum that I only had to push a little harder and I went all the way in."

At this point, Jim had both of his big hands on my ass and was urging me to fuck him faster and deeper. I closed my eyes and tried not to cum. I stopped thrusting and thought of the women at the office. It helped a little, but Jim's talented ass was eating my hard dick like a hot dog.

"You wanna hear the end of this or get fucked?" I asked breathlessly.

"Think you can do both?"

"NO!" I insisted. "I'll cum right now if you don't stop milking my dick." He relaxed his ass muscles and begged me to continue. His hands had moved from my ass to slowly stroking his dick and pulling gently on my erect nipples. "You sure you don't want me to cum now? All that work on my nips is nearly as bad as milking my dick," I complained.

"Sorry," he said. "Continue, please. Uh, you were fucking Jared?"

"Yeah, I couldn't believe how good it felt. This was the first time I'd ever fucked anyone. I was amazed at how good it was. I felt that sensation of my nuts boiling, ready to fire. I backed off and worked on his dick instead. But, that only encouraged him to eat my dick with his ass. Shawn may have lasted 15 seconds, but I don't think I lasted 30. The last few seconds were a blur of action, hard fucking from me and flying jizz from Jared. Shawn was right there, though, licking up the Jared's spraying load and working on my nipples. Jared told me that I was the best fuck and the biggest dick he'd ever taken. I had to ask him how many times he'd done this before. He said that he and his older brother had been fucking for a couple of years."

"Are you telling me that the first time you fucked, you barebacked?" Jim asked.

"Yep, just like I wish I was doing now," I grinned down at him. He slapped his hard, precum-soaked dick against my abs and pulled me down for another kiss. This kiss was more determined. He wanted my load this time, no more story telling.

I long-dicked him, slowly. He groaned with each thrust and withdrawal. His big hands were on my ass again, begging me to fuck him faster and deeper. I was at a gallop, now. This stallion was headed for the barn and couldn't be turned. With a whoop of joy, I hit bottom and sprayed another big, creamy load into the Magnum condom. I pounded furiously into him, reveling in the pleasure of another climax.

As my last shockwaves of climax roared through me, Jim flailed his dick. I slapped his hand away, bent over as far as I could and sucked the head of his dick between my lips. My big headed dick rubbed resolutely against his prostate. That was the last catalyst he needed to bust his nut.

I tasted a weak throb of jizz, then, a hard second, third, and fourth, before his spraying dick weakened the flow. Swallowing and sucking hard, I wanted more of his seed. I punched deeper up his ass, gaining a further reward of more sweet, dick nectar. Stroking his phallus with one hand and pulling his left nip with the other, I gave him the maximum pleasure I could. Adding a big, stirring dick up his butt also helped I'm sure.

We disconnected and caught our breath. "Will we ever be able to keep our clothes on when we're with each other?" he grinned at me.

"You keep showing me that pretty ass and I'll always want some," I assured him.

"You are so fuckin' HOT!" he exclaimed, pulling me into another huge hug and kiss. "No one has ever turned my crank as often or as consistently as you have. You'll make a bottom of me, yet."

"Not with this big dick and my hungry ass in the same room," I said, waving his wilting, but still formidable dick at him. "Remember, we're both versatile!" I laughed.

We connected with Alex and Art for dinner, dining out at one of the local gay restaurants. The attached bar was busy, but the restaurant section was less than half full. Dinner was great and conversation was lively. Our waiter, Todd (with two d's, he said), was a delightful young, white man with sparkling eyes, a hot ass, and a friendly disposition. Did I mention short? Alex and Art decided to invite him home for some fun after his shift was over. They decided to stay at the bar and wait for him, but Jim and I went back to my place.

"Alex is a pig," Jim sighed. "He's been with Art one day and already he's got someone else lined up."

"Art's no better. Did you see how he drooled over Todd's ass?" I observed. "And he's short. You know that's an instant turn-on to him."

"So you've said," Jim agreed. "He had a nice package, too, so Alex will be happy to be the bottom of that dog pile."

"I noticed that Art was quick to volunteer to bring Alex over to your place tomorrow, so we can head back up to Seattle:" Jim smiled, "a little postmortem, perhaps?"

"Pretty transparent, isn't he!"

"Well, I'd be doing the same thing if you'd been in Seattle. Alex and I share all kinds of confidences. So, you know we'll be dishin' just as much as you and Art will."

"You gonna call me when you get home? I so worry about anyone on that stretch of freeway. So many bad drivers and narrow lanes," I said.

"I'm flattered that you care that much," Jim smiled and gave me a kiss as we swung into my driveway.

Inside the house, Jim said, "Before we left, we should have said something to them about brunch tomorrow morning."

"We'll call about nine and see if they're up for it. They'll probably still be fuckin'," I laughed. "I don't think Todd gets off work until 11:00. They may hit the bar first."

"From the way those two sluts were eatin' him up with their eyes; I think they'll probably take him directly home. If Art's driving, Alex will be on Todd like white on rice," Jim laughed. "And knowing what a butt pig Alex is, Todd's ass is gonna be well eaten out before they get there."

"Poor Art! He'll drive like a maniac to get home fast. He won't wanna miss a lick on that boy's butthole."

"I'm so glad we're not like that. Such sluts!" he agreed.

I had to laugh. If anyone was a butt pig, it had to be us. I knew Art well enough to know that he enjoyed it, but not like I did. And I doubted if Alex could be rated on the same scale as Jim's incredible skills as a rimmer. But, I had to find out. "So, is Alex any good as a butt muncher?"

"Yeah, he's pretty good. But, doesn't begin to compare to your skill level, or to your zeal for butthole," he laughed, kissing me softly on the lips. "But, I could use another demonstration, just to be sure."

"Sweet talker!"

I took him into the dining room and pulled his pants down. Licking his dick, I got him rock hard before I turned him around and bent him over the dining room table. "This table will never be the same again," Jim chortled. "You won't have another meal here that you won't remember this," he added, pushing my face into his deep, muscle butt. "Gawd, you're good!"

I was too busy to respond. His butthole was as warm, delicious, and tight as it was the first time I'd rimmed him. I pried his big melon cheeks apart and buried my face between them. My tongue darted out and licked his butthole open, spearing him as deeply as my wet lingual digit could reach.

Eating his butthole for a good five minutes, I was in pig heaven. Jim's dirty talk made his butthole even more fun to eat out. My dick was aching for release, and Jim's had to be just as bad. The only time I pull away from rimming him was to catch my breath and smear some of his milked precum from my fingers into his rear portal. I know I had him at the edge of at least two climaxes from milking precum from his black anaconda.

My own needs were getting too painful to ignore. My dick was throbbing and dripping. Precum oozed from the open piss slit in a silvery string to a puddle on the carpet. I'd have to clean that up, but later. I got off my knees and stood behind him, my hard dick throbbing at his back gate. Rubbing my big, wet dickhead against his butthole, I heard Jim moan with eager anticipation. I pushed and his hole opened up and swallowed the big head and a couple of inches of thick shaft.

"Fuck! You're so fuckin' big! Be careful. I'm so close to cumming. Don't work my prostate like that," he begged as I slowly worked my dick deeper, pulling out until only the head was trapped by his gripping ass lips, then, pushing back inside.

"I got the same problem, Man! I'm so close to squirting my load," I assured him. "Oh, fuck!" I suddenly remember. "Condom!" I pulled out fast and apologized for forgetting the most important thing I should do during sex with another man. "Stay right there," I ordered. I raced to the bedroom and grabbed two condoms. Hopefully, he'd fuck me when I finally shot off deep in his ass. I handed him one of the foil packets and unrolled mine over my jerking dick. "Put this on," I directed. "I wanna get fucked right after I cum." Just touching my dick as I rolled it on nearly made me spray a load.

His hot asshole was still wet, so I lined up my hard dick and pushed. He groaned at the pleasure of getting my fat, long dick up his hungry ass, again. "You're so fuckin' big," he repeated. "Damn! You're a hot fuck!"

I slowly fucked him in long, deliberate strokes up his butt. Leaning over his back, I worked on his nips with my fingers, nuzzling his neck and kissing his ear lobes. I told him how much I loved fucking his hot asshole, what an incredible bottom he was, and how much I looked forward to taking his donkey dick up my ass. He added that he looked forward to the day when we could fuck bareback and he could eat his load out of my freshly fucked butt.

That image raced through my mind and hit my dick hard, pushing me over the edge. "Fuckin' cumming in your ass, Jim! Breeding your sweet hole! Knockin' yo' black ass UP!" I roared as the first hard climax wave smashed into me. I flopped on his back, having lost nearly all control as my hips rammed and banged his hungry butt. More waves of climax crashed over me, spurting additional jets of cream into the protective rubber. If I hadn't been wearing a raincoat, he'd be pregnant for sure.

"Fuck, YEAH!" Jim echoed, bearing down hard on my pistoning dick. His muscles clenched and sucked on my dick as I pumped more cum into him. His howls of pleasure repeated my own. Urgent hands pulled at my ass, trying to get me to fuck him harder, faster, and deeper. Hungry fuck, I thought.

Finally recovering, I pulled my dick from his ass and peeled off the filled condom. He turned and smiled at me, pulling a flooded condom from his dick, too. He laughed. "Fucked it right out of me, Stud!"

I was disappointed that I wouldn't get fucked right away, but the consolation prize was agreeable. We traded condoms and drained the contents, pronouncing the dick gravy delicious.

"Gawd, your ass is incredible," I breathed hotly. "You ripped the cum right outta me."

"Same to you, John," he replied. "I had every intention of bangin' your butt right after you shot off inside me, but your big dick forced the cum right out of my balls. One good thing though. I didn't spray your carpet!"

"Oh, that reminds me. I need to clean up the puddle of precum I dribbled while I was suckin' on your asshole," I laughed. I picked up a wet paper towel and tried to get up all my dick juice. It was a light colored carpet, so it shouldn't show, I hoped.

"I kinda wish you hadn't remembered to put on a condom. I was so ready for your load in my ass," Jim confessed. "I'm glad one of us did, though."

"Speaking of which, were you serious about suckin' your load outta my ass after you fucked me?" I wondered.

"Uh, yeah, I was. You've done it, too, as I recall."

I smiled, blushing. "Uh, yeah. What a butthole pig!"

"And a cum pig," Jim agreed. "When did you ever bareback a guy that you could do that?"

"Those two football player friends of mine in high school," I revealed. Jim nodded, remembering my earlier tale. "Right after I fucked Jared for the first time, Shawn started eating out our loads from Jared's ass and Jared started suckin' my dick that had just shot off up his ass. They were both crazy for it. I thought it was pretty kinky, kinda disgusting. But, after a couple more sessions and the hot kisses I got from them sharing cream and butthole tastes, I was hooked," I confessed. "I got into rimming easily. Suckin' a load outta the ass I just fucked took a little longer to get my mind around, but after I tested it, I was hooked on that, too. We fucked and ate butthole for the next two years. Jared graduated and went off to college. Shawn and I kept it up for another year before he took off for college. Occasionally, we added a new guy in, but no one seemed to wanna get down like we did."

"And, later?"

"There have been many occasions, but I've never been barebacked, except boyfriends," I said. "What about you? I told you about my first time, now it's your turn."

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