Jonnie
by joe wilson
His name was Arthur Johnson so they called him Jonnie; Arthur was not appropriate for the man he was. He was Texas. Tall, slender, with stringy muscles that rode the surface of his tight flesh when he moved. His grace was more animal than athlete, almost stealthy, smooth and calculated with each movement. Attraction was there, and horny lust for him fell upon me like a ton of bricks.
His black hair rolled down the back of his neck in uncontrolled waves. The jet color was repeated in the heavy eyebrows that slashed over deepset eyes that too, were black and liquid, and missed nothing of what went on around him. He should have shaved at least twice each day, but didn't so that by evening a shadow clouded his face, accenting his maleness, and his super white even teeth when he smiled.
I had just graduated from high school, and he was the manager of the supermarket where I'd applied for a job as box-boy and stock clerk.
The women customers chased after him like the old ladies do to their parish priest. They asked unnecessary questions just to watch him smile and to hear his soft rich voice reply in a slow Texas drawl. They touched his shoulders or chest or took his arm so they could feel the energy from his taut body. His magnetism affected everyone; it was sensual and sexual and it caused all the prim and proper and morally straight to dream of his naked body stretched out on a bed, ready to be taken, so macho and gorgeous.
But he took advantage of no one, and when invited to dinner or cocktails or a blatant afternoon fuck, he would close his liquid eyes for a moment and bend his head, and his smile would recede to only half, and he would talk about his beautiful wife, Nancy, who was waiting for him in their little house at the beach. Being thus rejected, they loved him all the more.
The market, where I worked, was truly a super market, a storehouse of variety, both in items for sale and character of customers. I was lucky for I was assigned to the four to midnight shift. That's when Jonnie was on duty.
I mention characters, for in my first full eight hour shift, I was stocking the shelves with non-consumables; soaps trash bags and paper goods. It was late, almost eleven, and there were only a few customers. It had been raining all evening, a steady drizzle, typical of the summer storms that drifted north from Mexico. As I bent down to pull some soap from the carton a man came up to me. His smile was open and friendly and I felt an instant harmony between us. He was young and attractive.
"I wonder if you could help me," he asked in a musical, almost sweet voice?
"Well this is my first day working here, but I'll sure give it a try. What are you looking for?"
He sidled closer brushing his body against mine so that there was a solid contact. "I'm not sure," he hesitated, breathing the words, "I was hoping....Perhaps you'd like to.....oh, that's okay." and he turned and walked away.
I shrugged my shoulders and continued stocking the shelves. Jonnie had watched us and he came up to me.
"You alright, Danny," he asked?
"Yeah, I guess he didn't know what he wanted."
"Well, be careful," he said, "The crazies come out from under the rocks at night, you know, sometimes we get some weird ones in here," and he walked away.
Later I was sweeping up the aisle and carrying the empty boxes when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned and there he was again. His smile was friendly and boyish. He was likable and warm and I felt comfortable with him.
"Tell me something," he asked, "How old are you?"
"Seventeen. Why?"
"You must jackoff a lot. Would you like to play with my cock?" and his raincoat fell open and he was naked underneath. His slender body had no hair, except for the small pubic patch, the flesh was pink and white and smooth as rose petals. There was a feminine softness about him, and except for his erect cock jutting in my direction and his flat chest, he could have been a girl.
Jonnie came out of no where and grabbed him by the collar. "Okay fella, time to go, sweetheart. Just leave the boy alone and get out of here. Yeah! Right now baby. Out! You come back, I'll call the police." Then he turned to me, "You better clean up the stockroom, Danny, I'll drive you home when the late crew get here," and he turned and walked away.
Seeing the naked body excited me. I thought alot about sex with guys, and here was an real possibility. Shit! I wished Jonny hadn't been there. Yet I was pleased by it too. His protecting me implied a caring responsibility, a paternalism that I had not had at home. My mother divorced my father before I had a chance to know him. She worked every day and went out most evenings so I was alone and lonely. I masturbated a lot. I guess my best friend was my cock and my five fingers, and I knew, that when I got home that night, and thought up a sexual fantasy to dream on, that Jonnie would be in the center of it. But I figured the strange naked young man would be too.
When I checked into the store at four the next day, Jonnie called me into his office. "That was a rotten thing to have happen yesterday," he said, "We do get some strange ones around here."
"That's okay." I said, wishing it would happen tonight as well, "It's nothing really."
Jonnies' eyes flashed, "This is my store between four and twelve and shit like that has no place here. I've seen that guy before. Wears his raincoat even when the sun's shining. The sonova bitch better not show up tonight. And I want to warn you about Mrs Fleming. That gal right over there by the pickles. There's not a box boy in here she hasn't laid, and I don't want her touching you."
I lowered my head to cover the blush that passed over me. He was quick and caught it. "You ain't been around much, have you boy? Well when she starts rubbing her titties on you arm it's time to go in the back. Get away from her."
From that night forward he took me under his wing. It was like being the gosling to the goose. I boxed groceries when he cashiered. When I stocked shelves, he was beside me stocking them too. When he worked in the office checking invoices and delivery receipts and inventory, I worked beside him filing bills or stamping envelopes. I didn't work alone anymore for he was always there, and my secret thoughts of him expanded so that he became the sole lover in my fantasies, a compulsion that filled all my thoughts, awake or asleep. I was gay and I was in love. That's it, and my heart exhalted at the thought of it.
I spent hours at the library reading about homosexuals, studying who they are and what they do. How they make love. I learned words like fellatio and frottage and anal intercourse and rimming and golden showers and soixante-neuf. I visualized all the things that I would do with Jonnie, all the secret pleasures we would share.
One evening he had to attend a meeting with his boss. I learned they met once a month on the first Monday to discuss policies regarding advertising and future sales and stuff like that. Jonnie was in the bathroom shaving the stubble that sprouted across his face. The door was open his shirt and slacks were hanging on the hook. His face was lathered and he stroked the razor along his jaw. I stared with hunger at his bronzed shoulders, so broad and muscular. His naked back tapered to a narrow waist, his buttocks, firm and rounded, hugged by skimpy see-though briefs.
I stood at the doorway so close that I could easily have run my fingers along his hairy legs and around those briefs to where I knew his cock would be. I was so excited that my throat became dry and tight and a painful current coursed down my spine. My penis was hard and solid in its' erection, hurting by its pressure against my tight jeans.
He saw me reflected in the mirror and turned to say something to me. In a time span no longer than an instant I absorbed the extraordinary beauty of him, so that I would never forget what he looked like. I mean what he really looked like. The masses of black hair that spread over his chest and sprinkled down his flat stomach into his briefs. Briefs that clearly defined the outline of his huge cock, soft and innocent, and the passion packed testicles that bulged in the support of the translucent silken fabric. Black hair pushed its way out of the confined space and framed in contrast the white material. My first impulse was to pull them off and bury my face in his hairy crotch.
I almost creamed when his free hand brushed across his chest and found a nipple of dark rust color, pushing its head out from the black hair.
He smiled and broke the spell, "I'll be back in a couple of hours, Danny, you get this storeroom in order. Okay? That shipment of canned goods gotta get put away, and this place needs cleaning. Shit those guys on days don't even sweep for christs' sake. Maybe you'd better mop it up," and then he hesitated for moment, a wise smile flashed across his face, he looked at me, and as he separated us by closing the door, he said, "If Nancy calls, tell her I've gone to the meeting and I'll call her soon's I get back."
After he left I went into the bathroom and masturbated thinking of what I had just seen. How much I wanted him and how hopeless it was.
He returned about eight o'clock, all smiles and full of bravado. The meeting must have gone well, I thought.
"They're increasing my budget bunches and bunches of money, to upgrade the store. New scanner registers for better control," his walk had a spring to it. He was elated and his excitement carried over to me. It seems my mood depended upon his.
"Come with me and I'll tell you about it," and I followed him to the bathroom. As he unbuttoned his shirt I again watched the revelation of his black curly chest hair, swirling down his stomach into his pants. I watched him kickoff his shoes and socks, his feet were long and narrow and deeply arched. His pants fell away and he stepped out of them. The black body hair that seemed to cascade into his briefs continued down his legs which were shaped like a thoroughbreds' to narrow ankles.
Seeing the whole of him in this condition, almost naked, set me on fire. Even more than it had done earlier in the evening. I could not pull my eyes away from his crotch. His jewels were so thinly protected by the flimsy material. The darkened shadow of the mass of pubic hair surrounding his sausage-like shape of his cock, and the solidly packed testicles, were as visible as though he wore nothing at all. The translucent material only protected those precious jewels from seeking fingers. Were he totally naked, I know I could never have controlled myself. As it was I almost reached to the silken shorts to pull them off.
I have no idea what expression I wore on my face, but in a brief moment, he stopped his animated chatter. He was staring at me now, his eyes, loose in the sockets, moved up and down and back and forth over my face and then down to my basket where my cock was pushing out the fabric of my jeans. Then his eyes locked to mine. The decibles of his voice-tone dropped to a whisper, accenting a change of subject.
"I think it's time we had a talk, Danny," and he went into the bathroom where his work clothes were hanging. He closed the door. When he came out, his body was covered and I had somehow regained my composure. We put cartons of canned goods on a dolly and rolled it into the store, where we began stocking the shelves.
At midnight, the graveyard crew relieved us and he drove me home. He parked the car in front of the house. There were no lights anywhere, neither inside nor on the porch. The evening paper lay on the driveway and a package from United Parcel was at the door.
"Looks like no one's home," he said lightly.
"Mother's in Las Vegas this week. Uncle Bill's there on a trade show and took her with him.
He shifted the car into park and turned the key. "You spend a lot of time alone, don't you Danny?" he paused for a while. I should have gotten out of the car so he could drive away, but something held me back. It was the feeling that he wanted to talk. There was something he wanted to say to me. A sudden tightness and fear got a hold of me that he was going to fire me. Did I offend him somehow? Looking at him, almost naked, while he shaved?
"You're a queer, Danny, a real old fashioned down home faggot."
I didn't say anything nor did I move my position. Then he went on, "I suspected it the first day, and it's okay by me. We've all got our own ways to go, that's for sure. You don't say much, but I figure you're turned on to me. Is that right?"
There was a sudden rush of blood to my face. I could feel sweat form in my pits and between my legs, and my tongue was tied. I couldn't say anything.
"I see you mooning around, looking at me like you can see through my clothes. Like when I was shaving tonight. Lookin' at my crotch. Shit man! Is that what you want?.....Then later, when I got back, it got even worse. Christ almighty boy, if that's what you want, say so."
And the flood of words that welled up within me broke loose in a sudden torrent of jagged phrases and disconnected words. I began to cry.
I'm sorry, sorry for being what I am. Or maybe I'm not. Not sorry. I don't know. Queer? I don't know. It's just that you.......I don't know what it is, but you, you turn me on. Okay? Just being with you excites me. Gets me hard if you want to know. So yeah! I guess I'm a queer. Queer for you anyway."
He reached out and touched my shoulder. It was like putting a match to tinder and the fires within started to burn. The blood rushed in and the hopelessness of it all overwhelmed me and real wet salty tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I know it's hopeless. I know you're married. Shit you talk about Nancy all the time. Every day. So what else is new? It's hopeless. I'm tied up in knots thinking about you; wanting to be with you. 'Nancy did this' and 'Nancy did that'."
We were both silent, each sitting in his own corner of the front seat, as far away from each other as possible.
"I guess I'd better find another job somewhere," I offered, "Then this'll all be over."
He turned the key in the ignition and feeding excess gasoline he roared the engine. Releasing the brake, we lurched forward. "I think it's time you met Nancy. I know she wants to meet you," and he drove down Olympic, through the tunnel onto Pacific Coast Highway. He said nothing. His eyes were straight ahead watching the road.
After we passed the Topanga cut-off, there were small houses on the ocean side of the highway. They were built on piles that were dug into the sand and hung out over the beach. He U-turned the car, heading south and found a parking space.
"Okay. We're here," was all that he said.
When I got out he was standing beside me. He put his arm around my shoulder, and though there was little light, I saw the flash of his smile and felt a gentle squeeze of his hand. He bent his head forward, his hot breath caressed my ear and sent shock waves down my spine as he whispered into it.
"Relax, Danny. It's going to be okay. You'll like Nancy. I've told her about you, that I thought you were gay. I even said that I thought you had the hots for me," he laughed. "She understands, Danny, but you should meet her. I know she wants to meet you," and he led me to the bungalow that was very small, and squeezed between two others that were just like it.
He opened the front door with his key and we stepped into a small entrance hall. A lamp with a red bulb was lit, casting giant shadows across a tiled floor. In the dimness, I could see doors on each side of the tiny entry, leading into a bathroom on one side, and kitchen on the other. Straight ahead was the great-room. It was the length of the house, probably thirty feet. The front of it was a wall of glass facing the ocean, and beyond that was a covered deck with steps leading down to the sand.
The room was divided by the way the furniture was placed. On the right was a bed flanked by end tables and two lamps that also contained red bulbs, and were lit. On the left, there was a fireplace of used bricks. The sofa which divided the room faced it. There were several tables and chairs in the corner, and the lamps repeated the red glow of those in the sleeping area. The windows, looking out to the sea, were the focal point of the room. The impact upon first seeing it was one of comfort and peace.
Someone was sitting in a chair in the corner by the window. She did not move or turn her head when we entered. She must have been asleep or perhaps entranced by the ocean, cut by a shimmering swath of silver moonlight. I couldn't see her well, but the red light reflecting on her shoulders and her back, was enough for me to realize she was nude. My first impulse was to leave, but Jonnies' arm was around my shoulders and locked me in its pressure as though he knew that that was what I was thinking to do.
"Honey," he said, "I brought Danny home with me. I told you I would one day. Here he is, Nancy."
But she sat stiffly in her chair without sound or movement.
Suddenly Jonnie began laughing and whooping and dancing around. "Come on Danny," he cried, "Meet Nancy." And he pulled me in front of her. In the blend of the red lamp and the moonlight, there was a rubber doll of life size. A male rubber doll with a dildo jutting upward in its erection. Real pubic hair and entry holes in all the right places.
Jonnie laughed. That's him, Danny. That's what I'm married to. He doesn't say much, but he's got a battery in his cock that vibrates while he fucks you, and I put hot cream in his balls so's he can come on demand and best of all, he's always ready. Never, ever has a headache." And then he paused and looked at me. "Shit Danny, don't you see. He's a joke. I'm not married to anyone. I'm alone just like you...."
He turned and walked to the window and in a quiet hoarse voice he said, "I'm queer too, Danny. I hired you 'cause I figured you were gay. But you're jail-bait, only seventeen. I looked at your application and saw you'd be eighteen next month so I figured I'd wait 'til then to make the move on you, but after tonight and our talk and all I.......well shit! What's a few weeks."
I walked to the window and stood beside him. All was still and motionless except for the huge ocean shimmering in its golden sheet. I reached to him and took his hand. It was warm, moist with nervous sweat, and I could smell him. Not an unpleasant smell, but pungent, like an animal in heat.
He turned toward me and placing his arms around me he drew me to him and kissed me, tentatively, as though I were a doll and he was afraid I would break. Or was it that he was still unsure of me in our new relationship.
Feeling the warmth of his embrace, I thought of Nancy sitting in the chair watching us, and the realization and relief that I felt, and the embrace and kiss, and the great-room with its privacy and red lamps and the huge ocean all came together. Understanding, I began to laugh. It started as a low rumble deep in the pit of my stomach, and rose abruptly to uncontrollable waves of laughter.
Soon he was caught in the contagious lilt of it, and he too began to laugh, his torso shaking with the mirth that had its beginning in the realization that Nancy was nothing but a doll. We hugged one to the other for support, and we kissed wet joyfull kisses. And then our fingers began to move, quite independant of ourselves. They moved to buttons and belts and zippers and shoe laces, and in a rush of anticipation we bared our bodies and, in a frenzied moment, were naked. Our cocks soared out in front of us with exciting expection, and touched one to the other, and our arms entwined pulling us together, melding silky flesh and scattered body hair in luscious, moist soft-lipped kisses.
When we pulled away, I looked at him. His naked body towered over me. I reached for him, but he turned away and walked to the front door where he flipped the switch that turned off the lamps. The only light was from the moon, dimmed by passing clouds. Without saying anything he scooped his hairy muscular arms under me and carried me to the bed with no more strain than if I were a case of canned tomatoes. As he walked, he bent his head into my crotch, licking my cock and balls with his warm wet mouth.
When he placed me on the bed, mumbling almost to himself, "Oh how I've waited for this. You and me naked together. Ever since you first walked into the store....."
"I love it, I love it when you kiss me," and I put my arms around his shoulders and pulled him against my naked silken skin. His tongue played with mine, and I tasted the sweetness of him.
As he pushed me down onto the bed he said, "I'm going to fuck you tonight, but first I want to eat you, eat your cum, that hot sweet salty cream you got stored in here," and he cupped my balls in his hand and squeezed them very gently. The sensation of his hand rubbing over them was wonderful.
"Let me do it first, Jonnie. Please, I want to suck your cock..... I never had a cock before, it's so big, it got me all excited just looking at it, your hard hot cock pointing at me like that. I think all the time of sucking, loving a cock...I get so hot thinking about it....thinking about loving you. Let me love your cock Jonnie, please! god it's so hard...." but he moved away, bouncing the bed with the motion of his body, and I felt devastated, like it wasn't going the way it should, but then I realized what he was doing for as a cloud passed away from the moon the light became brighter and there was his huge hairy cock in my face and I felt his delicious kiss on my own swollen member, his lips were wet and open and his tongue reached out to lap at the underneath part of my hard-on......oh god that was so cool....his hot breath blowing on my crotch while his mouth sucked my cock deep down his wet throat. Oh man that was so cool.
I put my hand around his smooth firm ass pulling him closer and rubbed my face in his soft full patch of pubic hair, thick and smelly with the days' smells on it and I licked his testicles. Can you believe this! Jonnie's sucking my cock while I'm licking his balls. I loved the taste of him, the smell of sex, the smell you don't get when you're jacking off alone, the smell that needs two hot lovers like Jonnie and me, and I loved the sensation of his sucking me. Suck me Jonnie, suck me harder, deeper too, oh god that feels so intense, so good, and I took my mouth from his scrotum soft as velvet, and I moved my tongue up the enormous shaft of his prick, sensing all the blood vessels running along its side....swollen with excitement..... getting to the smooth skin of the top, tasting the drops on the slit and Jonnie moved his hips and his cock rolled over my tongue and down my throat and I began to suck......oh, oh god this was too much....oh sweetjesus I can't stop now.....it's coming from deep in my balls....on shit this was so awesome, so fucking hot, so much better than I ever thought it could be, and a great rush of pleasure hit my tonsils when he pushed his hips forward, going deeper and deeper, and his cream spouted, almost drowning me, splashing, spurting, shooting hot sweet salty cum and I exploded my own load, feeling the exquisite pleasure of the hot creamy cum as it shot in short powerful pulsating spurts down his throat.
Ah sweetjesus!
When he pulled away, he turned around and we lay head to head, pressing our naked bodies together, glued by the sweat of sex, we kissed and gave back the remnants of cum we hadn't yet swallowed, and we fell into the great after-climax sleep.
After a while, somewhere before the light of dawn, I was awakened by kisses of soft open lips, gently sucking my breath, moist and intimate. My hand slid across his shoulders, muscular and firm, but of silky texture, and then down into the tangle of hair seeking his nipples. Taking and giving we moved in harmony expressing our love with gentle touching and caressing of secret places.
The moon was gone. Dropped somewhere behind the horizon, and it took all the light with it, leaving only darkness. I looked at him, but there was not even a shadow to accent his being there.
"Jonnie?" I whispered
"Yes."
"Can't we turn on a light?"
"Well sure, we could....." and my hands found his soft hairy testicles, my palms covering them, "But why would you want to?" and he touched his lips to mine.
"I want to see you, Jonnie. I want to see what you look like...." My tongue slithered over his.
"I just look like everybody else. I like to feel your fingers and your tongue. Let them see me...."
"I like that too, but I want to see all of you. I want to see this," and I grabbed his cock. It was hard, throbbing in my hand.
"Shit, Danny," he twisted away. I heard a drawer of one of the tables by the bed open and close. He got a flashlight. It was a narrow cylinder about six inches long, and when I flipped the button on the side of it, a brilliant piercing beam of light lit up his face. His black eyes sparkled and crinkled at the corners with his open smile. The stubble had reappeared darkening his cheeks and chin, and I rubbed my free hand over it. It felt like sand paper and reminded me of how it had scratched my stomach and thighs when he sucked my cock and licked my balls, and a sharp bolt of pleasure thrilled me as it shot down my spine.
I bent forward with open lips to kiss him, and his tongue slid into my mouth. It seemed as though we couldn't get enough of touching and tasting each other.
I flipped the light down upon his chest looking for his nipples. They were almost as big as the tip of my thumb, puckered and packed like chestnuts, even the same color. The nipple itself was as big as the whole corona that surrounded it. It must have been a half an inch long. It was erect, sticking out from underneath the curly black hair that splashed across his chest. I separated the hairs that grew over them so that I could see them better. Nibbling and biting, I took them into my mouth. He cupped my head in his hand and held me in position and I sucked on them, one then the other, for a long time.
"Yeah Danny, that's it, Aaaaah! That's so nice. No, no, don't stop," and as I played with them his hand found my cock and grasped it, sliding the foreskin back and forth over its head. It was another moment of giving and taking, a calm and peaceful sensation of pleasure at a slow and relaxed speed.
As the flashlight played on his chest and shoulders, I saw how tan he was from the sun. Muscles rippled in their golden bronze color, showing no tan lines. He must have played naked on the beach. And then the stream of light flashed down to his flat stomach where his body hair trickled to a thin black line around the button to the great pubic patch that encircled his swollen cock. I thrilled at the sight of it standing up tall and straight. The foreskin had fallen back as his cock surged ahead. The skin of the shiny tip seemed to be stretched to its furthest limit and pulled open the piss slit. I was charmed by the sight of it, and ran my free hand down the shaft over the veins to his testicles hanging loose in their shriveled scrotum, soft and pliable, protected by fine delicate hair. I put my hands under his knees. He understood, and rolled his legs up over his head with his hands on his buttocks. He stretched the cheeks, and I flashed the light onto his puckered asshole. This was the essence of him. The final point. The most hidden secret part of his body.
As his hand played with my cock, I leaned down to this secret treasure, and separating the hairs with my tongue, I slid my tongue over the smooth slick membrane that covered the anus, and it thrilled me to kiss his ass, to taste the remnants of shit and sweat that had accumulated there, and as I pushed my tongue inside, the thought of what I was doing, and the sweet pleasure that came from his fingers masturbating me, made me shoot great gobs of cum.
After a long while we separated. "Wow baby! That was something," he said.
Once again we lay together loving each other with our kisses and the touch of gentle hands on sensitive flesh, and we fell asleep.
I don't know how long it was before I felt him stirring with the movement of the mattress. Time was not a dimension that night. When I opened my eyes the grey light of the morning leaped into the room. I heard the drawer of the table by the bed open and close. The bed was a sea of movement. Then he was off it, standing on the floor. I lay on my back and looked at him. Everything about him was accented. His shoulders were broader and more powerful than I had remembered. His trim waist, more narrow. Black hair floated around his body everywhere. Eyes flashed and the loving smile turned almost into an inward sneer. His cock was hard and demanding, jutting out from an incredible puddle of pubic hair.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said.
Not can I? or would you mind? But I'm going to fuck you. A macho statement if ever there was one. I wanted it that way. I was his, and grateful that he realized it. But I wondered if I could take that huge cock into my asshole. How far into my rectum would it go? Sweet Jesus! He was big!
He pulled me to the foot of the bed, my legs hanging over its edge and placed a pillow under my buttocks.
I watched him standing there, grinning his excitement as he poured oil over the swollen shaft. I raised my legs. I guess my reaction was instinctive. I felt his fingers enter my asshole as he placed oil into it. His long slender fingers aroused nerves I didn't know existed as he eased them past the sphincter into the secret cove. I watched him, reflected in the window glass. He stepped forward and placed the head of his cock against the puckered opening.
His excitement was out of control. I automatically steeled myself. A mental block had tightened the sphincter and stopped him. The tip of his cock barely entered the hole and would go no further. I guess it was a combination of two things; I was afraid of being hurt and he was afraid of hurting me.
"Relax Danny, It won't work if you don't relax." He was sweating. The perspiration wet the hair on his chest plastering it to his body. Excruciating pain seared from my rectum up my spine, to the shoulders. Sub-consciously I had set up the barrier; an attempt to stop the fuck by tightening the entry muscle. With all the strength in his thrusts his cock simply couldn't get in.
"Oh God! Oh Jesus," I cried.
"It's okay, Danny." He pulled away. Standing over me, his powerful legs were spread apart to give him leverage. His enormous cock was red and angry, resenting my denial. "It's okay."
"No! I want you to do it Jonnie. Do it and get it done with. Get inside me and fuck me."
"I want to. You know that. And once we get it done you're going to want it too. But I can't hurt you, Danny. We'll wait and try again," and he lay beside me and kissed me with his mouth open, his tongue seeking mine.
I felt like I had failed him, and I guess I had, but after awhile his caresses comforted me, and I knew that just as I loved him, he loved me. It was my first experience of sex of any kind, and I thrilled at it. Loved it. Loved feeling the heat of naked body next to mine. Knowing that despite everything I finally belonged to somebody. I belonged to him.
Then I thought of the doll sitting in the chair staring at the restless sea, and I knew that Jonnie had no love in his life either. No love until I came into it, that is. The realization that we were truly lovers in every sense of the word seemed to relax me, and a great sigh escaped opening the orifices. I knew that whatever was to happen next was up to me.
I knelt upon the bed. I wanted to kiss his cock, to lick it, and suck on it and once more taste his cum, to prove to him that we were lovers in all ways. It was light now. And when I bent forward to take his cock into my mouth, I could clearly see him, lying on his back. His long and beautiful body, in all the right muscular proportions, shaded by angles and curves of hairy flesh. The huge cock stood erect rising from the mass of black hair that surrounded it. The whole of it glistened in the oil that covered it.
I knew I was ready for it now, and I moved my legs over his, and facing him, I straddled his hips and lowered my body down onto it. The tip of his cock touched my anus, and positioning it at the entry, I settled down on it. I looked at him, my eyes locked to his. My fingers touched my nipples pinching them hard, between the nails, to lessen the hurt in my ass-hole. And with a sharp pain, the knob of his hard cock, entered the tight door of my rectum.
"I love you." I mouthed the words to him silently. He nodded. A smile that said he loved me too, as I lowered my self, slowly and carefully, upon his swollen penis, he took my cock in his hands and played with it. The smell of our sweat mingled. The combined aroma was just one more incentive helping me to complete the fuck. I rested my buttocks on his pelvis, the brittle pubic hair scratched my ass-cheeks. He was in. All the way. That incredibly large cock was swallowed deep inside my rectum. There was no hurt now. And as he masturbated me, I began riding him up and down, and an extreme blush of pleasure surged down my spine and spread everywhere else inside me. Ah sweet Jesus! The ecstatic rush of an exquisite sensation centered in my loins. I tried to unlock my eyes from his for I was afraid I would come too soon. We were moving in tandem, transferring this new pleasure, one to the other, and it grew in intensity as the fucking continued, and went on and on, and his low moans increased, growing into a screaming shout when finally he came, spouting his hot creamy sperm inside me and I spurted my creamy white cum onto his hairy chest and into his open mouth, and it was done. And thus we met the final challenge, reaching the ultimate exquisite pleasure that only one man can give to another, and he pulled me to him and kissed me, and as our bodies were welded together, so did our lives join together, entangled one to the other, never to be separated.
joe wilson
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