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.I picked up speed, felt for his cock and wanked it gently in time to my thrusts, but he took my hand away and said quietly, “Not yet.I want to concentrate on giving you pleasure.”And it was the pleasure he was giving me, that was tipping me over the edge.I had never been able to hold off for so long on a first penetration before in my life and all my pent-up excitement was eager to explode.“I’ve got to come soon,” I grunted, and Ned began to back up on my cock to meet my increased rhythm.That was it.My cock spewed cum inside Ned’s ass, squirting so many times I shuddered with pleasure.The orgasm was so intense it seemed to go on and on so that I thought perhaps I’d hemorrhage spunk until I died.I collapsed in a puddle of our combined perspiration on his matted back.Ned was the first to move.He disengaged my cock from his ass and lay me down on the sun lounge.He covered me with his body and kissed me gently.“Thanks, I needed that,” he said.“Not as much as I did.” I tried to stifle a yawn.I felt my legs being elevated and my asshole exposed.“Don’t,” I said softly.“I don’t like that.” He brushed aside my arms that were feebly attempting to block his passage as easily as he brushed aside my objections.He lubricated my asshole with the oil, but took so much time massaging and making brief forays internally that I thought he’d accepted my protestations.Yes, a finger would slip in gently without fuss and wiggle about a bit so that it felt good, but I was so warm and relaxed that it scarcely registered the finger was penetrating deeper each time and that eventually it was joined by a companion.My “mmmm” of contentment gave him the permission he was seeking.He pushed his cock between my cheeks to the door to my bowels.It wasn’t until the pain from his initial assault registered with my brain that I realized how far we’d come.I gasped, but it was more a reflex than a reflection of the actual circumstances.“Relax, Vince,” he cooed, lulling me into a comfortable lethargy.He knew what he was doing and slowly penetrated me so painlessly that it came as a shock when I felt his balls slapping against my ass.I had never been fucked like this before.Normally my sex partners rammed at my asshole like invading hordes against a castle wall.Ned had breached my defenses with stealth and perseverance.He was in for the long haul and not the quick spurt of satisfaction.He rode me slowly at first, so that his thrusts eased me into trusting him totally.Every now and then, he would fuck with increased vigor.I would cry out not in pain but that having a cock in my ass could feel this good.He didn’t mistake my vocabulary of sounds.I didn’t need to tell him anything; he played my body expertly like a tightened musical instrument.He knew the right movements.I relinquished control to him.He picked up the pace, filling me with the most extraordinary feelings.I opened my eyes to see that he was watching me carefully, reading his success in my face.I surrendered as his cock began to pick up speed and strength, and although I was not the expert he was, I attempted to imitate the sphincter control he had used.He smiled the first time I did it.He leaned over and stroked the sweat-matted hair from my face.I was so full of love for this man I had to look away.He didn’t misinterpret my action, but caressed my face and began to fuck me with added strength and aggression.I attempted to match him, but he motioned for me to relax.As I did, he continued to dominate me and made my ass feel so good I thought I would blow my load without touching my dick.His breath came in short bursts.I put my hands to his back, attempting to pull him further inside me.Then he grunted and gave one last thrust.I felt his cum flooding inside me.His mouth flew open and his gasps were my reward for allowing him my ass.He spasmed a few more times, and then with a look of disbelief pulled out and lowered my aching legs.He lay beside me to catch his breath.I held him until his heart stopped beating so violently it threatened to split through his chest.The late afternoon sun cast its watery heat over us.We were both afraid to speak.“Can I see you again?” I asked more timidly than I had wanted to sound.“You mean a date?” he smiled.“Yea, I guess.”“Something more permanent?” he ventured.We spent the next half hour discussing our options, and we agreed we knew so little about each other apart from being great at sex that we wouldn’t rush it.‘It’ being a more permanent relationship.We’d explore the possibility and meanwhile we’d explore each other’s bodies with renewed vigor.And just before we fell asleep together, we agreed that the only problem we could see was how to tell the kids.Bumming A FagBanished to the fire stairs for a cigarette in the middle of winter seemed like cruel and unusual punishment to me.But I had reckoned without Damian.My house proud and health conscious boyfriend, Toby, had unilaterally decreed there was to be no smoking in our apartment or even on the open air balcony.It shows you how much I was trying to make this relationship work that I agreed to take my filthy habit outside.What seemed like an okay concession in hot summer months seemed suicidal in the depths of winter, and I had taken to smoking, strictly against the apartment building regulations, on the fire stairs in an effort to stay warm.That’s where Damian found me.The elevator was throwing one of its periodic hissy fits, refusing to budge off the eighth floor, so my little smoker’s retreat was in danger of being over-run by a steady stream of cursing residents climbing or descending the stairs to street level.I returned their grumbles while cupping my guilty secret in my hand hoping they wouldn’t smell my illicit activity.“Can I bum a fag, mate?” He startled me because I had not heard him coming up behind me.I was about to turn and tell him not likely with the cost of cigarettes these days and the government soaking smokers for every penny they can prize from our nicotine-stained fingers.“Sure, mate.” I changed my mind and shook the packet until one or two bobbed out.He took one and I lit it with the end of mine.“I owe ya,” he said.Shit, this kid could owe me any time.Tall, almost six feet, yellow blond hair, probably from surfing or an outdoor job of some kind, slim but not scrawny, biceps that confirmed manual labor, and a sort of rugged, pretty face with lips you just want to slide your cock into.“Damian,” he said after he blew the smoke out of his lungs from a satisfying first drag.“Brad,” I told him.“Tossed out of your apartment?” he asked, nodding up the stairs.I sneered.“Yeah.Boyfriend says the ash dirties the carpet.You?”“Daddy don’t like kissing fag breath.”If this kid had a daddy, it weren’t no familial relationship – it was more of the sugar variety.“You work outside?”“Uh huh,” he said.“I noticed the arms.”“Apprentice brickie.The pay’s shit.It’s why I have to supplement me wages.”“Sugar daddy?”“Uh huh.”“Nice way to earn a living.” I didn’t know what to say.If I’d had visions of this twenty-something twink God being interested in a 5’7”, middle-aged, hairy, beer-gutted, billiard-ball bald slob, then they had been well and truly shattered.He took a long draw of the fag before he answered.“Helps that I’m a slut.”I choked on a lungful of smoke.“You got the necessaries?” he asked as he crushed the butt under foot.I fished in my shorts’ pocket and brought out a condom and a sachet of lube.Be prepared is not just the Boy Scouts’ motto.I never said I was faithful to him upstairs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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