Hello Folks,
Here's a tale I haven't posted in a while; I'm sure some of you will ... like it?
An Evening with Ronni and Katt
I don’t know whether this is confessing ... or bragging, but it was a very memorable evening that I will treasure forever.
I came home from work one afternoon to find a message on the answering machine from, well, nowadays I guess you’d call her my “fuck-buddy”, Ronni. She was a cute, plump, petite woman, ten-years older than I was, with whom I had an ongoing physical relationship for nearly a decade. She was blonde and bisexual; a nurse by profession with an excellent “bedside manner” that never failed to bring out the lusty devil in me.
The message was a vague invitation to drop by her current residence, an upper-class trailer park where she was living with kind of strange guy who was a part-time transvestite (he was out of town at the time and never involved in any of my escapades with Ronni). A big smile covered my face as I listened to her invitation; come by and see me always meant come over and fuck me. It was twenty miles one-way, but definitely worth the drive.
I quickly showered and shaved and, as a special treat that we both enjoyed, I carefully denuded my balls and the base of my cock. I sat on the edge of the bed and as I waited for my hair to dry I rolled a few joints (‘twas the ‘norm’ in those days, sigh), then I slipped on my jeans, sans underwear (just something extra to take off), sneakers and a T-shirt and headed out the door.
It was just starting to get dark when I got out of my car and walked up the steps to the side door of the mobile home, where I found a note taped to it: “Steve, just let yourself in, Ronni”.
I entered the kitchen and it appeared that the place was deserted; a few lights were burning but it was really quiet. On the counter beside the stove I saw a glass of red wine with a piece of paper beneath it; another message instructing me to go to the master bathroom. I picked up the glass of wine and headed down the hallway and as I neared the bedroom, I could hear the sounds of muted giggles coming from inside.
The bedroom was empty and lit only by the flickering orange flames of a few candles and through the partly opened bathroom door I could see that it was similarly illuminated.
When I entered the bathroom, I was very surprised, and very pleased, to find Ronni in the large circular bathtub in the company of another lady who had a very deep tan and platinum blonde hair. Wineglasses in hand, they both grinned up at me from the foamy bubble bath. My cock was throbbing as I sat on the step up to the tub and she introduced me to her companion; she went by the name of Katt and she was a stripper at a local adult theatre and an “acquaintance” of the absent TV roommate.
My mind was reeling as I sat beside them and tried to listen and respond to their chitchat while I devoured the sexy scene with my eyes. I mean, holy shit! Who could have ever imagined walking in on such a scene, it was like something you only read about in Penthouse’s Forum or their phony letters section.
I knew Ronni very well; she was about as close to being a nymphomaniac as someone could be without really being one. She was an extraordinarily sensual lady with a pixie-like smile, incredibly sensitive nipples (the only woman I had ever know who could have an orgasm just from me playing with them) and a beautiful pussy that fit me like a glove and literally gushed when she came.
Katt was nearly her exact opposite, physically, that is. Ronni was barely five foot two, pleasingly plump with soft, creamy-white skin and breasts that filled my hands perfectly; Katt was tall and very tan with large, full breasts and the firm, toned body of a dancer. Whew!
I lit a joint and we passed it around and drank our wine, all the time I could feel my cock leaking on my thigh as I watched the ladies engaging in subtle teasing beneath the bubbles.
When we had finished with the joint and our glasses were nearly empty, Ronni suggested that I go into the bedroom and make myself comfortable, an idea that I wholeheartedly agreed with.
In no time at all I was naked and reclining against a pile of pillows on the king-size bed while I listened to Ronni and Katt giggling in the bathroom. The ten minutes or so that it took until they came out seemed like an hour and my cock had gone from a full-blown, rock-hard erection to a state where it was laying thick and drooling on my thigh. Then I heard the sounds of two pairs of high heels walking across the tiled bathroom floor. As the door slowly began to open, someone extinguished the bathroom candles and I lay there gazing into the blackened doorway, then they slowly emerged.
Holy cow!
What had seemed to be a fantasy come true was now my (and maybe your) wildest wet dream come true as they came strutting into the flickering candlelight. Katt was wearing a corset with black and red vertical stripes, black stockings that came nearly to her firm, shapely ass, and a pair of those sexy, come-fuck-me heels with the straps crisscrossing her toes and wrapped around her ankles. Pantyless and clean-shaven, the pouting lips of her pussy gleamed in the candlelight.
Ronni followed close behind her; she was wearing a corset, seamed stockings and come-fuck-me pumps with four-inch heels; her ensemble was all in black and topped off with a “barely there” sheer black dressing gown. Her pussy was also freshly shaved; I could almost taste the dewy drops of nectar that were forming on her luscious full lips.
They paused and posed for me near the darkened doorway, then they slowly came closer to the bed. Standing beside the bed, Katt put one foot up on the mattress, and as she spread her thighs, Ronni’s hand appeared from between her thighs and her petite fingers parted Katt’s engorged lips, murmuring words to the effect of: “Doesn’t she have a lovely pussy? I bet you can’t wait to taste it and feel it wrapped around your cock.”
(The actual conversation from that night, twenty-something years ago, is long forgotten, but the images will last a lifetime.)
She dragged her fingers through Katt’s glistening groove, then lifted them to her mouth and slowly sucked them between her ruby-red lips, sighing softly as she relished the sweet treat. A wicked grin covered her face and she winked at me, then she kneeled down beside Katt. She rubbed her face sensuously against a nylon-clad thigh, and as if one some unspoken cue, Katt turned slightly and Ronni tilted her head back and her long pink tongue slipped from between her lips and slowly lapped at Katt’s swollen lips. Katt moaned with delight, then she grasped Ronni’s head and pulled it tight to her pussy; soft, ecstatic moans filled the room as each reveled with delight at the other’s touch and taste.
I lay there staring in awe at the spectacle of these two lovely ladies enjoying themselves, for my pleasure as much as their own. My cock was once again bobbing and dripping and I resisted the temptation to masturbate to this erotic vision.
After a few minutes of sucking and slurping at Katt’s pussy, Ronni pulled her face away from Katt’s now completely soaked crotch and stood up beside her. They moved to the foot of the bed, then they climbed up on it and crawled toward me like two stalking lionesses. As they lay down beside me, I felt soft hands enfolding my cock and scrotum; Katt’s eager mouth engulfed one of my nipples while Ronni kissed me and purred a promise of delights such as I had never known.
The rest of the evening was a blur of lust and desire. Some of my memories are of Ronni riding my cock while Katt stood over me with open legs and I watched my fuck-buddy eating her gorgeous naked pussy while she filled her own with my cock. In an unending feast of wanton debauchery, I had my cock deep in one lady’s pussy while the other sat on my face and flooded my mouth with her nectar. How many times they traded places during the evening I have no idea, but the scenario was played out over and over again.
Katt would lie on the bed as Ronni stood beside it, bending over and eating Katt as I took Ronni from behind. A strap-on dildo was produced from a bedside table; Ronni put it on and proceeded to fuck Katt with it while I lubed up Ronni’s ass and sodomized her from behind. Ronni would climb onto my cock and Katt would alternately eat her ass and then lick Ronni’s abundant juices from my shaft and balls as she rode me.
On and on through the night we fucked and sucked, indulging our ravenous libidos with reckless abandon. Nobody counted the number of orgasms that the ladies had; they must have surely had dozens and the room was thick with the sweet aroma of well-fucked and thoroughly eaten pussy and ass.
But through it all, some five hours of wanton fornication, I only came once; partly due to my youthful stamina and partly because of the frequent changes in position and the mini-pauses that came with them; a smoke break or sip of wine all increased the longevity of the evening. But when I did come, it was glorious.
Katt was sitting on my face…again, and Ronni was pounding my cock against her cervix when I felt it beginning. My muffled moans vibrated Katt’s pussy as I clutched her firm ass and Ronni, through years of feeling my cock exploding inside her, knew that I was about to let fly, just from the change in the pulse of my cock. Just before the first jet of semen surged through my cock, she pulled herself off, then she knelt between my thighs and took me in her mouth. Katt leaned forward and laid her body over mine and they locked the head of my cock between their mouths and as they suckled on my drooling organ, I erupted with such intensity that some of my semen actually landed on Katt’s back.
It was a very long drive home that morning, and an even longer day at work, but I wouldn’t have missed my evening with Ronni and Katt for the world.

Bookstore Bad-Boy & The Slut
Part I
© 2003 by Ben Hartley


It was a cool fall evening in the middle of the week and I was bored to death; nothing was on the tube and everyone was busy, so guess what I decided to do.

Forty-five minutes later I was getting out of my Toyota 4X4 in the bookstore parking lot. It was kinda busy that night; the lot was over half full. Could be a good thing (lots of horny cocksuckers) could be a bad thing (an arcade full of trolls and old men).

I opened the door and went inside, checking out the lurkers as I laid a five-dollar bill on the counter. There were about seven or eight males of all descriptions; a couple of young looking Latinos, two guys who could have been retirees, another looked like he just crawled out of his cardboard box and the rest were nondescript white collar married men looking for a cheap thrill.

I slipped the stacks of quarters into a pocket of my field jacket and wandered into the murky arcade. This wasn’t my favorite bookstore; it had about a dozen booths, mostly back to back with no gloryholes, but it was nice and dark and close to home, handy on a night like tonight. Many of the booths were occupied, a few were out of order and there were the usual horny fuckers hanging out in the aisles. I made my way toward an unlit booth and after receiving a few “accidental” exploratory bumps along the way, I was finally leaning against the back of the booth dropping quarters into the coin box.

The porn was pretty hot, I didn’t even need to play with myself to become aroused, but the action wasn’t happening like I wanted it to. After shooing away a couple of trolls and an octogenarian, I was down to my last four quarters. I dropped them into the coin box and decided just to dump my load on the floor and go home.

I opened my fly, slipped my lace panties aside and released my swollen cock. Having been so turned on by the porn for that last twenty minutes or so I knew that I would cum in no time, so I teased a nipple and stroked my cock leisurely, building up to an aching climax. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the erotic sensation of my masturbation. My cock was hard as steel and it glistened in the flickering light of the movie from the massive amount of pre-cum that was lubing it.

A soft voice jolted me out of my ecstatic little world; “Nice cock. How would you like to take it back to my place?”

I stood up straight and instinctively covered my throbbing cock with my jacket. There at the entrance to my booth was a kind of average looking guy: thirty-something about five-nine, medium weight with sandy brown hair. Not the threatening type at all and not the cop type either. He took a step toward me, reached out and ran a soft hand over my dripping meat.

“I have an apartment about five minutes from here, what do you say?”

What the hell, I thought, it wasn’t that late and I always preferred a more casual setting than this.

“Sure, why not,” I said.

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and pressed it into my hand. “Here’s my address, I’ll see you in about five, ok?”

I assured him that I would be right behind him and he turned and left. I wedged my cock back into my panties and zipped up just as the movie shut off.

Five minutes later I was pulling into an apartment parking lot across from a local community college just a few miles away from where I lived. I cruised around it until I had the numbers figured out then parked near his block of apartments. I climbed out of my truck and headed straight for the stairs that led up to his place. The door opened less than two seconds after I knocked and the grinning stranger let me in.

“Hi, call me DH, would you like something to drink?” he asked as I shucked off my jacket.

“My name’s Ben,” I said, “a scotch on the rocks would be nice or a beer, whichever you have.”

“Why don’t you have a seat in the bedroom while I get your drink? Make yourself comfortable.”

He disappeared into the kitchenette as I walked into what was obviously the bedroom. I could here the tinkling of ice as I took off my shoes and sat down on the bed that was covered with several large throw pillows. In a few seconds he came into the room and handed me a broad, squat glass filled with a very generous amount of amber colored booze. I sipped my drink and he walked around the foot of the bed to a small credenza against the wall where he lit a candle. Then he left the bedroom and turned out the lights in the living room and kitchenette. When he returned he was unbuttoning his shirt.

“Why don’t you get undressed,” he said as he walked around the bed.

I sat my drink on the nightstand, stood up and unfastened my pants; as they were falling to the floor I stripped off my long-sleeved T-shirt, tossed it to the floor and stepped out of my pants. When I turned around he was facing away from me, sitting on the corner of the bed with his shirt off as he untied his shoes. His shoes hit the floor and he stood up and let his pants fall around his ankles. Still wearing his briefs, he turned around and faced me; I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head.

“Holy shit!” was all he said.

I was wearing a black lace bustier that held up my RHT stockings, and a pair of pre-cum soaked stretch lace panties, which flaunted my bulging cock very nicely.

“Holy shit, Ben!” he said again, “I wasn’t expecting this at all. When I saw you at the arcade, and then getting out of your 4X4, I thought “Lumber Jack Type”, but this, this is so...so sexy!”

He walked around the bed and came closer to me; the bulge in his briefs showed his approval.

“I’m so glad you like my lingerie, DH,” I murmured.

I ran my hands over my chest and down to my thighs and turned around slowly, giving him a good look at what he was getting.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “I like it a lot.”

I reached out and put an arm around his shoulders.

“Show me how much you like it baby,” I said as I pulled his body against mine.

I reached up, pulled one of the cups of my bustier down, and pulled his face toward my erect nipple. He needed no prompting at all. His eager mouth enveloped my nipple, sending sparks of delight racing through my body.

“Ah...that’s nice,” I moaned as he hungrily devoured my nipple.

He wriggled out of his briefs, and his hard cock pressed against mine as his hands explored my body. His hands took hold of my ass and he thrust his cock against my soggy panties; he wasn’t very well endowed, maybe five and a half inches at most, but his cock was thick and rock hard. I caressed his head as he gnawed at my nipples, his hands kneaded my ass and I reached up and tweaked one of his nipples; his teeth clamped down harder on mine and a muffled throaty groan came from his mouth as his cock slid under my balls.

He leaned against me and the back of my knees hit the mattress, I sat down and he followed me with his mouth still glued to my nipple. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back onto the bed and I reclined on one of the pillows, then he fell to his knees on the floor. Pushing my knees apart he nuzzled his face into my crotch, licking and sucking my balls and the shaft of my cock through my soggy panties. His hands slowly ran up the curves of my calves then caressed my knees; I slid my hands inside the cups of my bustier and rolled my nipples between my fingers.

His hands were slowly working their way over my thighs; finally they passed over my hips and grasped the waistband of my panties. When he tugged at them, I lifted my ass and he pulled them down to my ankles. Sitting on the floor he took hold of my foot, lifted it from my lacy wet panties and held it to his face. His tongue ran over my instep and across my toes; he took them into his mouth and sucked at them, all the time moaning softly. His ravenous tongue fluttered over my ankle and followed a delightful trail up to my knee; my cock bobbed in the air and I watched with voyeuristic delight as he sat my foot back on the floor and repeated the process to my other leg.

He rose back to his knees, put his arms behind my knees and pulled me toward him until my ass was hanging off of the bed. Slowly he licked at my smooth shaven balls, my pulsing cock bounced off his nose as drops of pre-cum slowly ran down its shaft. A sparkling drop of it dribbled onto my balls and his tongue slowly followed the glistening trail back to its source. A soft hand gently kneaded my balls as he ran the underside of his tongue over the oozing tip of my cock. I watched as his tongue lewdly washed over the head of my cock, then he took it between his lips and slowly nursed on the swollen head.

I lowered my head and closed my eyes, loosing myself the wonderfully erotic sensations that his mouth was delivering. Soft moans drifted up from my crotch as he pulled on my balls and I leaked thick streams of pre-cum into his mouth. His free hand was still caressing my leg; it slowly made its way up my body until it found the top of my bustier; I pulled the cup down and he immediately seized the nipple and began rolling it firmly between his fingers. More pre-cum leaked from my cock and he lowered his mouth over the shaft, taking it all in until my fat head was resting against the back of his throat.

His tongue danced around my throbbing meat as he slowly worked his mouth up and down the shaft. He let it slip out of his mouth and let it slide wetly over his face, then swallowed it again and forced it deep into his mouth. The head hit his throat again, he paused and I heard him gag slightly, then the muscles of his throat began to relax and I slid deeper into it. He pumped my cock into his throat, working the muscles around it, taking it in until his nose was buried in my pubic hair. He would deep throat me for a few seconds, come up for a gasp of air and then drive my meat back into his talented throat.

I think he could sense that I was getting pretty close; he let my cock slip from his mouth again then lifted my knees up to my chest and rolled me onto my side.

He grabbed my cock and said, “Hold your knees to you chest for me Ben.”

I did as he asked and curled up into a ball on the bed with my cock and balls protruding from between my thighs. As he slowly teased my engorged cock with his fingers, he began licking and kissing my ass. He ran his tongue slowly down the crack, barely touching the hole, then wickedly taunting my balls. He went back along the same route and repeated this over and over until I was going crazy.

Without warning he rolled me onto my back and buried his face between my saliva covered cheeks. He wallowed his face between them, slurping and sucking my anus as my balls draped over his nose. I felt his tongue touching my juicy puckered hole, he grabbed my cheeks and spread them far apart and the tip of his tongue entered me. Slowly he fucked my ass with the tip of his tongue; I could feel huge amounts of pre-cum oozing out the tip of my cock and hear his muffled sighs when it dripped onto his face. His tongue slid further inside me and paused. It wiggled around my sphincter and I moaned with delight. He pumped it back and forth against it then drove it in even deeper and I rolled my head around, groaning as it slid in and out of me. It felt like he had at least three or four inches of tongue up my ass and he really knew what to do with it, too.

I lay there squirming and groaning with an almost continuous flow of pre-cum pouring from my cock as he deep-tongued my horny ass. His talented tongue popped out of my ass and slowly slathered its way across the area between my sopping hole and my balls. A low moan came from me as it moved wetly over my balls; as one was sucked into his mouth I let out with a loud, “Uhgn...Oh yeah!” His lips locked around it and he stretched it away from my crotch as his tongue swirled around it. After a few minutes he let it slip from his mouth and quickly swallowed its mate. I lay there, writhing in ecstasy as he relentlessly assaulted my cum-filled testicles; my throbbing cock felt like a piece of cast iron.

He had just released my tormented nut and was working his way up the shaft of my cock when there was a knock at his front door. He casually lifted his head and looked at the clock beside the bed.

“Oh shit,” he said, “that’s my Wednesday nine o’clock. Hang on, I won’t be a second.”

He stood up and went into the living room; I collapsed in a sexual delirium with my sprawled legs hanging off the side of the bed and my rock hard meat pulsing in the air. In just a few seconds he came back into the room...with another guy!

The new person looked like the college type; goatee, pierced ears, baseball hat and baggy shorts. Neither of them said a word, the new guy looked at me curiously, dropped his shorts and lay back on the bed with his thick curved cock almost touching his belly. DH knelt on the floor and swallowed his fleshy banana, pumping his mouth rapidly up and down its length. I lay there, fondling my wet balls and pinching a nipple as I watched the hot cocksucker in action. In less than five minutes it was over; Joe College gave out with a loud grunt and blew his load into DH’s hungry mouth, then pulled up his shorts and walked to the door with DH.

I heard the door shut and DH came back to the bedroom. His cock was hard and the head was a pale purplish color, his face was covered with a shit-eating grin and there was a small dribble of sperm on his chin. He wiped the drool of semen from his chin, then licked it from his finger.

“I do a lot of blow jobs on a regular basis,” he said. “All the horny college kids across the road have passed my number around and I have it written on the bathroom wall at the bookstore; I do that guy every Wednesday at nine. I was just so carried away with you that I forgot all about it.”

He knelt between my knees and gazed down at my drooling cock; “Now where were we? Oh yeah!”

He swooped down on my cock like a falcon on a pigeon, slurping and drooling around it as he pounded it against the back of his throat. He took it back into his throat again, swallowing it as if it were a piece of spaghetti. I felt his muscles working around the head as he gobbled it down, then he locked them around it and pumped his head back and forth, running his tongue along the underside of my cock as he masturbated the head with his throat. He pushed his face down until his lips were around the base of my cock; a hand filled itself with my balls, squeezing and pulling them as he worked his throat around my meat. Then with a slow, jerky motion he began to pull away from me, slowly letting my cock slip out of his grasping throat.

He sat back on his heels, still fondling my balls as he stroked his cock.

“Do you want me to make you cum Ben?” ha asked.

I couldn’t believe that he had to ask.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned, “do it baby, make me cum for you.”

He grinned and winked at me.

“I knew you’d say that,” he said, “but there’s just one thing,”

He got off the bed and went over to the nightstand, where he got something out of a drawer and then he resumed his position between my thighs.

“I’d like to cum too,” he said, “I haven’t gotten off since last Friday; I only masturbate when I’m really turned on, and you’ve really got me turned on.”

He spread his knees between my thighs, spreading them far apart as he lowered his ass onto the mattress and started slowly stroking his cock. He reached out and caressed my low hanging balls.

“I want to come on you Ben,” he said. “I want to shoot my cum all over your cock and balls, lick it off of you then suck you till you cum in my mouth. Is that ok with you?”

Ok with me? That was about he hottest thing anyone had ever wanted to do to me (at the time).

“Oh, yeah,” I sighed, “I’d love to feel you cumming on my crotch. Go ahead and do it babe.”

He smiled down at me and began jacking off in earnest. As I watched his hot show I stroked my own cock and teased a nipple. He moved closer to me and pressed his dribbling cock-head against my balls; I raised my leg, placed a foot on his chest and teased one of his hard little nipples with my nylon-covered toes. He closed his eyes and groaned deeply and I felt his hot pre-cum leaking over my balls.

As I continued toying with his nipple his breathing became faster as did his stroking. He opened his eyes and looked down at me.

“I...I like to use poppers when I cum, you don’t mind do you?”

“No man, I don’t mind. I like to use ‘em myself,” I said, “you can pass it my way when you’re done.”

He grinned at me then closed his eyes and stroked his cock even faster. He lifted the small brown bottle to his nose, twisted the cap off with one hand and inhaled deeply from it, then he twisted the cap back on and tossed it onto the mattress beside me. I picked it up, opened it and took a quick, deep huff from it then covered the top of the bottle with my thumb and watched him as his face flushed a soft red color. His face twisted into a strained sneer and he started to grunt.

“Ah fuck, Ben! I’m gonna cum...I’m...I...Aauuggh!”

His hot cum shot out of his cock in a thick ropy stream and splashed over my bustier and onto my nipple. I rubbed the slippery stuff into it as he lowered his spurting cock and began to drench my crotch with his sizzling spunk. His thick curds coated my cock and balls, dribbling over my delighted anus. Errant jets of the stuff shot onto my thighs; he rose onto his knees and moved closer to my crotch as he pumped stream after stream of cum onto me.

The poppers had me so buzzed that I almost came when he pressed the head of his cock between my balls. I couldn’t believe how much cream this guy was producing, but then he had saved up nearly a weeks worth. Finally he gave out a loud gasping grunt and fell forward. He caught himself with his hands and was poised over me with his spasming cock pressed hard against mine.

“Oh man,” he gasped, “man, oh man, that was fuckin’ hot. Baby, I came so damn good. Now it’s your turn, Ben.”

He leaned down and licked the lumpy stuff from my bustier, then pushed himself up, slid back and lowered his face between my thighs. His hot tongue ran over them, licking the stray semen from my stocking tops as he worked his was up to my balls. Anticipating the touch of his tongue on my balls, I held the bottle to my nose and took a deep breath of it. A warm tingling rush flowed through my body as he lapped at the thick jizz covering my balls. I lay there moaning and groaning as his greedy tongue sought out his spent seed, his tongue covered every inch of my scrotum. One at a time he sucked them back into his mouth and thoroughly cleansed them, and then he lifted them with his nose and began lapping the thick stuff from my ass.

“Oh yeah...oh baby...mmm,” I groaned, “eat it babe...ahh yeah, get it all.”

His insatiable mouth gobble at my ass, sucking and licking at his sperm. He put his hands under my knees and lifted them up and apart, spreading my ass wide open for his hot mouth. I filled my lungs again as his long cum covered tongue slithered into my drenched hole.

“Yeah, fuck me, baby...give me that nasty tongue...deeper, baby, deeper,” I urged him.

Juicy muffled groans were his reply as he ate my ass like a starved man.

I grabbed one of my nipples, squeezing and twisting it hard; pre-cum streamed out of my cock as the nasty fucker tongue fucked me into a frenzy. I was going nuts, twisting my head, moaning and cussing as I humped my ass against his face. I was almost ready to cum without a hand being laid on my cock.

Slowly he eased his long tongue out of me and it started its journey toward my cock. He paused to lavish a little more attention on my balls, then slowly licked and sucked his way up the shaft of my cock. With his lips wrapped half around the head he licked and probed its little hole as he leered into my eyes. He let it fall from his lips and fucked at it with the tip of his tongue.

He rubbed his lips against it as he murmured, “You want it, don’t you Ben?” his tongue fluttered over it lightly, “You want your cock in my mouth.”

I groaned deep and slutty as he ran a sucking kiss down the length of it and back up again,

“You want to fuck my throat and fill it with your sperm, don’t you Ben?”

DH opened his mouth wide and lowered it over my oozing fleshy pole, his lips barely touching it until it touched the back of his throat. Then he lightly closed them around the base of my cock and slowly dragged them up its length. He stopped at the helmet and gently nursed on it, gradually increasing the pressure of his suckling. I took a huge sniff off the bottle and tried to hump into his mouth but he grabbed my balls firmly and pulled them toward the mattress. His mouth made the agonizing descent once more and I felt those talented muscles in his throat working around my throbbing head again. Suddenly he let it slip deep into his throat and pumped his face rapidly up and down.

I exploded inside him, howling like a rabid wildcat as he gulped at my gushing sperm. His hand gripped my balls tighter and a pair of fingers slid into my ass and pumped against my prostate. I howled louder, meaningless guttural gibberish flowed from my mouth almost as fast as the cum from my cock. With a gasp he pulled it from his throat, wrapping a hand around the pulsing shaft and jerked it rapidly as he held his cum dripping mouth over it. Thick jets of cum blasted over his lips and onto his face; he took a deep breath and locked his lips around the gushing head as he gulped my creamy sperm into his gullet.

It seemed like I was going to cum forever, but my orgasm slowly subsided and he eased his fingers out of my ass. I lay there panting and quivering as he milked the last drops of sperm from my cock. He ran his tongue down it and lapped the few globs that he had missed from my crotch, then he kneeled between my thighs and grinned down at me as he licked at the cream covering his lips.

“Fuck DH,” I moaned, “I thought you were gonna suck me inside out. Damn, no one has ever made me cum that hard, or that much. You were fuckin’ great man.”

I swear he blushed and bowed his head sheepishly.

“I don’t know what came over me,” he said shyly, “usually it’s just like you saw me do to that kid; I suck ‘em off and they’re out the door. But you’re just so hot and sexy, I guess I just got a little crazy; but I loved it Ben. I never swallowed so much cum, unless I sucked four or five cocks in a row.”

He got off of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. In a few seconds he returned with a steaming washcloth. He knelt between my thighs again and gently cleaned my cock and balls, then spread my cheeks and ran it over my quivering anus. When he had finished I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my pants on, he went into the kitchen and when he returned he slipped a piece of paper into my bustier.

“That’s my phone number,” he said, “you can call me anytime you need to get off, anytime at all.”

I looked up at him and winked as I imagined what he would do to me the next time; and the next and the next...