Note: First read MY MARINE HUNK
From two big open windows, my Marine and I had a splendid view of Hong Kong harbor as we sat eating lunch at a large table in our room. Classic Chinese cuisine, kept hot in an array of attractive covered bowls, was spread before us. We ate ravenously, sharing each different dish until everything was gone. We had been famished. Not from hard work, but from very hot sex! We had just spent over two hours making love.
Lunch had arrived in a memorable way. The clerk, a handsome young Asian named Chung, who had given us our room key, had simply barged into the room without knocking, carrying a large tray of food and drink. My Marine was fucking my ass at the time, but Chung didn't blink an eye, although he looked us over lustfully. He told us to stop fucking soon or the food would get cold. Basically, he said if we didn't take time to eat, we wouldn't find the strength to keep on fucking. It made sense. But his casual approach to finding the two of us in so compromising a position had intrigued me.
'Tell me, is this a hotel we're in?' I asked the Marine as we were eating. After all, he had brought me here, so he should know. I had seen no sign of any kind on the outside of the building.
He grinned and shook his head, looking like he was keeping a devilish secret from me.
'What is it, then?' I asked, filled with curiosity.
'A brothel!' he whispered, breathlessly, trying to surprise me.
'You're kidding! ' I couldn't believe it.
'No, honest. It's the truth,' he said very sincerely.
'Well, I didn't seen any women,' I said, naively, with a sense of having caught him fibbing.
'Not a brothel of women; a brothel of MEN. Young men!'
My mouth dropped open and I put a hand to it. He had managed to surprise me. 'But you don't mean to tell me, you're a...' I couldn't go on. I couldn't say it.
He threw back his head and laughed. 'No! No, I'm not,' he struggled to say through his laughter. He calmed down and said, 'But any Asian boy you see in here will most certainly be a paid-for-services escort.' He paused. 'Even Chung,' he added.
I shook my head in disbelief. It seemed so strangely foreign to me. But then we were in another country, weren't we. So I asked, 'How were we able to get a room here?'
'Chung rents out rooms by the hour,' he instructed, 'only to men, mind you, and only, of course for sex. If you come in alone, he'll help you find a local to your liking - mostly Asian, but a few White Russians, and Europeans. Maybe even an American. If you bring someone, some male, that is, like I brought you, he'll let you rent a room. He's extremely helpful, as you've seen, if you treat him right, pay up front, and cause no trouble like fighting or getting drunk. But, you see, he brought us up these beers, without being asked to, so he doesn't mind if we do some drinking.'
Beer is a popular drink in a tropical climate like Hong Kong. We left ours untouched, preferring tea. I'm sure we both wanted to keep our senses honed; we were having too good a time to dull the experience with alcohol. Oh, don't get me wrong, alcohol can help break down inhibitions and overcome shyness, thereby making trysts more enjoyable, but the two of us had neither inhibition nor shyness. What we had was just plain lust for one another, which, miraculously, was transforming itself into deeply stirring emotion, which for me was starting to feel a whole lot like love! I wanted to ask him how he had discovered this place, but however I tried to phrase my question, it seemed impertinent. I figured if he wanted me to know, he'd tell me.
Suddenly, he straightened up, stretched his arms way out, leaning against the chair back, thrusting out his bare chest, and, through a yawn, said, 'I think I'll rinse off and then lie down for a nap. Wadda ya think? After eating I feel sleepy.'
'Good idea, go ahead. While you're showering, I'll clear up the table. Should I put the tray out in the hallway?'
'No. No. Don't do that. It's considered impolite here. Chung enjoys entering these room on any flimsy excuse, like bringing in or taking away trays, always hoping to catch us guys in action, so cleaning up the table and readying the tray for him is more than enough.' He smiled and got up. He was nude. His cock, which was so large anyway that I had difficulty being sure it was starting to inflate, looked extended. As I stared at it, he came over and slid the long, fat weapon against my bare flesh.
'Sure you don't need to rinse off, too?' he asked in husky, rich tones. There was an invitational longing in his voice. He was smiling down, fully aware of where his cock was, and, as I looked up at him, he pressed his balls and thighs against me, too. It felt great.
Before lunch I had found, to my surprise, a very large adjoining bathroom. It was modern and even had a bidet. He had pumped so much cum into my bowels that morning, it acted like an enema and I needed to relieve myself on the toilet, after which I discovered how pleasant a bidet can be in rinsing and cleaning the bottom. I had thought it to be a very European convenience, but now I realized that it was simply an extremely handy apparatus for us guys here to use. Then I had taken a shower, dried off quickly, wrapped a towel around my waist and joined him for lunch. My point being: I didn't need a shower right now.
'Yeah, come to think of it, I guess I do need to rinse off,' I agreed with a smile. 'I'm a sloppy eater.'
He leaned over me, grabbing my head with both his large hands, and whispered, 'Not so sloppy that you spilled any of MY juice, man!' And then he kissed me. Hard. Full on the lips.
His kisses inflamed me. This one no less so than the others. The full meal had given me a satisfied feeling in my stomach. The kiss gave me an overwhelming feeling of arousal in my gut. My cock pushed on the terrycloth towel, tenting it.
He never missed a thing. 'Com'on,' he growled in sexual heat, slipping a hand down my skin to my waist and grabbing the towel. 'Let's shower together.' As he tugged, and I rose up, the towel came off in his hand. Now, I was nude, too. And Erecting!
He dropped the towel and took me in his arms. We embraced. His growing erection rose parallel to mine, sliding erotically against our firm abdomens. Standing there with him, in front of the big open windows, I was incredibly aware of what a beautiful, sunny day it was; of what pleasant odors wafted in the winds that stirred gently in the room; of what strength and firmness his frame held; and of what magical passion he could raise within me. It was one of the best moments of my life! Standing there together in the nude. Erect. In love.
Often, looking back on that afternoon, I imagine I'm able to look in on us from a window in another building. And I see two handsome, young lovers enjoying the day. Enjoying each other. Enjoying life. Giving love openly to one another the way two vigorous males can, and accepting love with pleasure. And how it gives me a wonderful feeling of contentment to remember how free I felt at that very moment in front of those windows with him. How happy I was. And how aroused.
We turned to go into the bathroom and he swooped down to grab my towel off the floor, never releasing me from his grip. In the bathroom, he got behind me, grabbing my hips, and aimed me into the shower stall, coming in tightly behind me. We lathered up one another with a Chinese soap delicately perfumed with what I subsequently discovered is sandalwood but, at the time, I only knew as an exquisite scent of the Orient.
We stayed hard, moving about in the shower, him scrubbing my back, and now me scrubbing his back. But while I was behind him, he began sliding his ass against me lasciviously, pressing my hardon between the bubbles of his well-muscled butt, humping back into me in a clearly stated message of wanton availability. I found the invitation so stimulating that at one point, when first recognizing his intentions, I almost misfired, almost shooting a load prematurely, even after a morning of such vigorous sex.
Just imagine my excitement! All morning, he had taken the lead, letting me suck him, sucking me in return, sixty-nining, then fucking me twice and sucking me again. I had felt he was in charge and I accepted it. Now, he was offering me a chance to take charge and it was too exciting to pass up.
He felt my cock quiver with lust. 'Slip it to me man!' he whispered intently. He wanted it!
My hips swiveled back, my cockhead was drawn downwards to the meatiest point between his ass cheeks, and I thrust inwards. Even before I reached his puckered portal the heat and pressures of his body delighted me. I was leaking lube and we had lather on everything, so as soon as I poked at his entry it opened to me. My cockhead slowly penetrated. The heat turned to fiery intensity inside of him. He groaned. I groaned, holding his hips for added leverage, and rammed my big dick home. Immediately, he stopped me.
'Oh! Christ, man! Hold on. Oh! Stop!' He tensed from head to toe. 'You're too big. Bigger than I realized. Bigger than I've ever had before, and I've only allowed this to happen once or twice. I thought I could handle it. I wanted to handle it. But wait! Let's let me get accustomed...' He stopped talking.
At his first works, I eased up, holding everything in place. I knew he was not saying, 'Take it Out,' so I waited. The wait was interesting. Slowly he relaxed, both outwardly and inwardly. I felt a welcoming response in his rectum. An acceptance. An easing of tissues and muscles.
To distract him, I reached up and aimed the shower spray at myself, rinsing off the lather and spraying his back and backside. We shifted so we could spray ourselves off completely, and as we did so, my organ was silently and slowly easing itself into him, deeper and deeper. It was difficult to control myself but I was determined to focus on our mutual pleasure.
He was partially bent from the effort to accept me into himself, but he reached back, grabbing a check of my ass, and said, huskily, 'Com'on, let's go watch this in a mirror. If I'm gonna get fucked, I wanna see it!' And he led us, connected together, out of the shower into the bathroom.
Two large mirrors gave us competing views. I don't know which was more exciting: the view from the front, with me behind him, or the view from the side. But he reached out and slid the door partially closed, revealing that the back of the door was a full length mirror and so we were caught from every angle. It was awesome! Here I was, a nineteen year old soldier fucking a hung hunk of a Marine buck. Most of my sexual experience had come necessarily from quick sex. Handjobs, blowjobs, usually where I was the object of someone else's interest. Sometimes, just every once in a while and only often enough to let me be able to take it, I got fucked. I had learned to suck cock because I liked being sucked, but few chances to fuck someone in the ass had been offered me, even though I found great pleasure in being fucked and wanted my partner to experience that same pleasure. So, here, all of a sudden, I was watching myself fuck this stud of a fucker, himself, and the sight of it was overwhelming. The FEEL of it was overwhelming! Even the IDEA of it was overwhelming!
'Oh, yeah! Do it, Fucker! Fuck me good!' he suddenly demanded as he caught my eye in the mirror. Then he began a series of hip movements and stomach muscle maneuvers with bumps and grinds that had my head spinning. Before long, we were fucking in front of those mirrors like two stallions, with horse cocks plunging and being pumped. We didn't have to move to see ourselves but we did so anyway, repositioning to display ourselves from every possible angle. It was phenomenal!
For me, somehow the diversion of watching ourselves was sufficiently distracting to keep me from blowing my wad too quickly. The result was a long and satisfying fuck, with full strokes and loving exchanges.
Suddenly, the mirror moved and the door opened. It was Chung, again. He had come to remove the lunch tray, and as before had not knocked. But, not finding us in the bedroom, he looked for us. His eyes were bright with excitement when he saw us doing a standing butt fuck in front of the mirrors. I felt he was a little surprised to see that I was the guy in the rear.
'Oooh! You two not shower,' he said with a giggle. 'You two fuck...' He paused. '...again!' he added. 'Very good. Food help you fuck. Food was good, yes?'
My Marine didn't stop gyrating his ass. Didn't stop humping his hips back at me. 'Fucking great food, Chung. Thanks,' he said breathlessly. 'See what it's done. Got us both hot, again.'
'Hot! Yes. Very hot!' Chung said. I noticed he'd stopped giggling. No, that mask had been dropped. Now, he was serious and seriously rubbing the front of this white cotton trousers as he watched us both directly and in the mirrors. I felt a twinge of envy as I realized that he could walk in on any of the guys fucking around, and must see some excellent examples of great sexual escapades. But none better than he was seeing right now!
I was rhythmically jacking my Marine off as I fucked him. Chung saw this, too, and unbuttoned his own pants. Out came a cock. A big cock. A very big cock! Bigger than a man his size ought to be allowed to threaten people with. A real man-sized dick, which he started stroking as he watched us.
The idea of being intruded upon never occurred to me. He fascinated me. I'd never seen an Oriental cock and had made the silly assumption that it would be small, or dark, or even ugly. Was I wrong! This cock was wide and handsome, looking very much like my own except for richer hues. He beat it like I beat my own, and I liked what I saw.
Breathing hard, the three of us danced together in front of those mirrors. The two of us intimately connected, and Chung watching in fascination as he jacked off. Then, my Marine, sensing that Chung was close to climax, said quietly, 'Why don't you lean over and suck that big thing for 'im, Jack? Give 'im a thrill! Show him what a great, world class cocksucker you are. I think he'd like that.' The words rebounded against the tiles and into my brain loudly, sending waves of lust throughout my entire being. It seemed such a lascivious idea - sucking a guy off right in front of my one true love. While I fucked and jacked my one true love.
Immediately, Chung moved closer to us, hoping my response would be positive. The cock he offered up close looked spectacular. As I shifted to lean towards it, my eyes caught my Marine's in the mirror. He smiled broadly. He was telling me he liked what I was going to do.
As the cockhead brushed my lips, it smelled of exotic, unfamiliar Eastern scents - perhaps jasmine or ginger - which inflamed my lust like an aphrodisiac. But thick syrup oozing at the tip was familiar, and pressures as the big cockhead entered my mouth were identical to pleasures I'd felt as other big cocks had entered me.
This was a great cock! I sucked. He groaned. I sucked harder, more excitedly as I got more and more stimulated. And my Marine became more and more animated at the sight of us three in those mirrors, so I fucked him harder, pumping my big dick into him fully, pumping his big meat faster and faster, sucking cock energetically, when - KA-BOOM! - like bolts of lightning, a massive three-way orgasm hit us, and we all came together! It was incredible!
In the midst of this euphoria, my Marine suddenly demanded, 'Take it out, man! Show Chung you're coming!'
'Yes!' Chung hissed while spurting his hot cream into me.
Dizzy with excitement, I withdrew quickly, harshly pulling out of my Marine's tight ass as he pulled away from me, and I shot cum up onto his back as he at first sprayed his cum at the mirror and then turning, sprayed me as I sprayed him. All during which, Chung was trying to drown me with an amazing load of rich, thick juice of his own. The load tasted manly, sexy, and familiar. I'd had it before, whenever I'd sucked cock!
After the three of us had remained in position for the longest time catching our breaths, Chung pulled back and washed his cock off at the sink. My Marine hugged me to himself. 'That was fantastic, man! Thank you,' he whispered, loud enough for Chung to hear, too. 'I'll never forget watching you suck him off. I've NEVER had a better fuck and I doubt I ever will.'
I hugged him back.
Chung opened a wall cabinet. 'Here. Clean, new toilet things. Razor, shave cream, aftershave, two toothbrushes, shampoo, deodorant. You use. Okay. No charge.'
'Thanks, Chung,' I said smiling at him.
He smiled at me for the first time, really. It told me I had made a friend. It told me he had really liked the blowjob, and liked being so clearly accepted. 'How long you stay for?' he asked softly. 'You want supper, later?'
My Marine looked at me, suddenly saddened. 'I gotta be back aboard at 1900 this evening. It gives us only a few more hours together.'
'Can I see you tomorrow?' I asked, holding my breath.
'We're leavin' Hong Kong tomorrow,' he said quietly. 'I won't be allowed off the ship.'
For the first time in my life, I felt the true, sharp pangs of loss. I did not want to be parted from him. And, from the look in his eyes at the moment, I knew he felt the same way. Somehow, instinctively, I knew I would only make matters worse by being maudlin or by carrying on.
'Com'on,' I said, taking his hand as if not hearing what he had said, 'let's rinse off and take that nap you promised.'
He smiled, if a bit sadly, and moved with me into the shower.
Chung's expression told me he'd fully understood the exchange. He smiled, genuinely, and told us, 'You rest. Then you fuck more. You fellows fuck good. I bring tea. English style tea and tea cakes. Four o'clock. Yes?'
'Thanks, Chung,' I said softly, stepping into the shower with my Marine. The spray was on and I put my head under it, pressed against his body, my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, we were alone again. Chung had discreetly withdrawn.
* * * * *
Sleep was the last thing I wanted. But my Marine cuddled behind me as we lay on our sides spooned together, wrapped an arm around me, and promptly fell asleep. As we lay there, nude, in the warm sunny room, I watched the sky and studied the view, contentedly snuggled against his strong body. Time floated by, but I remember every moment of it. I was where I wanted to be: wrapped in the arms of the man I love.
After fifteen or twenty minutes, I felt a stirring. His cock was beginning to come back to life. Mine reacted. His grew quickly, pressing itself against my ass. It felt huge. Wonderful! I figured he was dreaming since his breathing remained constant, slow and pleasant against my neck. He drew back his hips, straightening the cock between us, and slowly forced it inward between my cheeks. The erotic movements were heavenly! At my hole he just waited. Lubricant slowly oozed from his hot cockhead, moistening my pucker and exciting me. I opened to him. The giant glans pushed in slowly, causing amazingly pleasurable currents of passion to flow throughout my entire body. Gooseflesh covered me.
'Umm!' he groaned with pleasure. I thought he was asleep, making a noise through a dream, but then he whispered, 'Man! This feels so good! Entering you like this. Feeling your heat, your tightness. Sensing your pleasure. It's so thrilling!'
I moaned from enjoyment, completely relaxed, letting him proceed at his own pace. The head of the pulsating connector swelled to it maximum but stayed just inside my entrance at the most stimulating location in my entire body. I've always felt that the first inch or two on the rectum is the most nerve-receptive part of the body, exceeded only by the head of my cock during orgasm , and, of course, by my prostate gland as a big cockhead massages it well. So lying there with him, feeling the big cockhead pulsate in my rectum was an exceptionally memorable delight.
'Man, I don't know what it is that you do with your ass,' he said huskily, as if he were hardly able to talk, 'but it's like it's sucking my dick, trying to pull it in further. How do you do that? It feels so good!'
'I'm trying to remain still and calm,' I told him honestly, quietly. 'Trying to let you enjoy this without pressure. Yet, it feels so good to me, I think natural reactions are overtaking me. I want you inside of me. All of you. I want to feel you inside of me. It feels so good to me, too!'
'Geez, you are sexy,' he whispered right into my ear, thrilling me. His arm tightened its grip around my chest and he pressed his body strongly against me, forcing a few inches of cockshaft in after the head. I pushed back against him just far enough to force another inch or two inward, just enough to cause the cockhead's hard flanges to slide up against my prostate. Waves of carnal pleasure surged through me.
'Umm! You like that, don't you?' he whispered, nibbling at my ear, pulling the cock back an inch or so and pushing it forward, feeling the response in my body to the direct massage of my prostate. The hand on my chest toyed with a hard nipple, rolling it though rough fingers. He was fucking me while playing me like a bass fiddle, strumming me. Not yet full out, but calmly, assertively, raising me to absolutely blissful levels of sensual eroticism. Slowly raising me higher that I had ever been before. And not only by what our bodies were doing, but also by what my mind was doing as I felt the love that had developed so strongly between us.
This had all started with a glance at him as he showered aboard his ship this morning. He caught me looking and stared into me eyes in such a way that I got and erection immediately, just as he did. From that point onwards, my reactions to him became stronger and stronger and at each step along the way, his reactions proved he was experiencing similar feelings. This had developed into love, there was no doubt about it. It's just that it was such a new experience for me, fearing I was misreading it, fearing it to be so fragile that just the mention of it would ruin it, that I was frightened to say anything too clearly about it. I needn't have worried. He came to my rescue.
'Look!' he whispered.
I looked up to the bed's mirrored headboard. He was grinning at me. Our bodies looked spectacular in the glowing colors of the afternoon sunlight. His face looked blissful as his body pressed against mine.
'I think those two guys in the mirror are in love,' he whispered, adding, 'What do you think?'
'Oh! Yes!' I exclaimed as I saw my erection swell, 'I love you!'
'I thought so! It shown in your eyes, your expression and your body. And what you see next to you is a man who has fallen, unexpectedly and completely, in love with you!' As he was talking his dick stiffened in my ass and slid in completely, right to the hilt. He groaned with pleasure.
'No one has ever said that to me. I thought no one ever would.'
'I love you!' he sighed.
'I love you!' I whispered almost simultaneously. Emotions tore through me like tornadoes. My eyes were raised to the mirror, looking into his, and I felt he was looking into the core of my being.
He humped forward hard. His eyes glazed over. 'I'm coming!' he grunted.
Immediately, we saw my untouched cock shoot a long stream of white liquid up the sheet towards the mirror, almost hitting it. It glistened in the sunlight. As we both watched, more and more cum shot out of me, much of it hitting his arm, as he jetted fountains of jism into me. Then he grabbed my cock and pumped it for me till we both finished erupting. It left me dazzled.
As I lay there, catching my breath, staring at him through the mirror, I realized that he was still hard as a rock in my ass. Then I saw that pressure he exerted, or simply my own excitement, was keeping me hard, too. This was the first major high point in my love life. Nothing I had done to this point - jacking off, circle jerks, blowjobs, ass fucking - nothing compared to this moment. They'd all been orgasms. Great ones, don't get me wrong. But this was orgasm with love! It was something completely different. It was astonishing!
For the longest time, we lay there thrusting against one another, not seriously trying to reach climax again, but playing at fucking as I like to call it. Having a good time. Enjoying our strong bodies and delighting in the moment, mindless of everything but our love and our carnal pleasures together.
'You know,' he said, 'it felt great this morning when you sat on my cock for a moment. Do you remember?'
It had been great, occurring as I maneuvered to reposition our bodies. So, without comment, I pushed against him, rolling him onto his back as he helped carry me up to lie on my back on top of him. Then he helped me sit up, and his cock was really in deep. I slowly twirled on the thick cock, raising a leg, to face him, and then I knelt, straddling him with his cock deep inside me.
'Ooh! Yeah! That feels great! It looks great, too! Look at your big cock!' And he grabbed it at mid-shaft and began pumping with firm dexterity. I was looking in the mirror, now, and saw the top of his head, his powerful body, and myself atop him. I raised up and saw the big pole connecting us. That looked nice and felt great so I started to raise and lower myself, allowing the movement greater and greater distance between bodies. Then, as he continued to jack my dick, I repositioned my legs and feet and began squatting on his great cock.
He saw me watching the fucking in the mirror and said, 'Let's squirm around so I can see, too. Okay?' And in an effort that drove his cock deeply into me, we repositioned ourselves. It was worth the effort. From a better angle, not completely parallel to the mirror, we could both watch the action of out conjoined bodies. It was incredible! With huffs and grunts, humps and parries, jabs and jerks, we fucked ourselves into a state of ecstasy.
I could feel his cock in the pit of my stomach, it seemed. In this position, every move seemed to suck on his cock and tighten my rectum around it. I believe that only with a cock as huge as his would this overwhelming feeling of total, exquisite passion be possible. We were humping like crazed porno-stars, going all out for our maximum enjoyment.
Just then, the door opened and Chung walked in again carrying another large tray and leaving the door open just as he had done this morning. This time it was partly expected, although I hadn't realized it was already four o'clock, but here he was with the tea he'd promised.
'Oh! You still fuck! Never sleep,' he declared. The giggle was back, as was the subservient act. It was an amusing caricature of himself and he used it to hide his sexy nature. 'Oh! You two fuck so good. So many new position I never see before!' He giggled and I knew somehow that he could easily show us positions we'd probably never have another chance to see in our entire lives if we'd only have the sense to ask to be shown.
I kept raising and lowering my body on the flagpole stuck up my ass, as my Marine maintained his steady humping and masterful jacking.
Chung set the tray on the large table in from of the windows and came over to the bed. 'No let tea get cold. Stop fucking in maybe two hours,' and then he giggled some more, I saw the familiar bulge down his pants leg as he took in the scene of us fucking in front of the mirror. By any measure, we looked breathtaking!
Suddenly, I saw movement at the open door. A lithe, nearly nude Asian boy was leading an American sailor who was already partially undressed and had a large erection sticking our of his uniform fly. I recognized the sailor! He was the one who had taken my Marine's place in the shower this morning just before I left the ship!
I smiled and waved at him, just as he had done to me, and I repeated his friendly greeting from this morning, 'How're ya doin', man?'
'My God!' he sputtered, shaking his head to clear it and focusing on me. 'It's you! Hey, how're ya...' he cut himself off. 'Hey,' he repeated, 'I see you're doin' just fine. Real fine! Man, the two of you look perfect!' His erection stiffened.
'Com'on in and join us,' my Marine invited in a low, warm, friendly voice, adding, 'plenty of room on this here bed, man.' They didn't seem to know or recognize each other. The invitation made me grin. It was very sexy.
The cute sailor's boyfriend was tugging on his arm, trying to get him to leave. 'Love to, man. That's about the sexiest offer I've ever had. But Lee, here, wants to show me how he can down this fucker...' and with that he grabbed his outsized erection and shook it in display, '...while standing on his hands, or some such shit, and I don't want to miss that, man. Thanks for askin', though. See ya around.' And he flashed that rakish grin at us again and allowed himself to be tugged away. It's a small world, for sure.
Chung left shaking his head, giggling, nonetheless, but watching us intently as he backed out of the room, as my Marine called out, 'Thanks, Chung!'
'I get a charge out of being watched while we fuck, man,' he told me in an emotion-filled voice as the door closed. 'It makes me proud to see how guys react to seeing me in action with you.'
'I know just how you feel,' I agreed. 'I love watching us do it, myself. I can imagine how those guys must feel when they see us fucking. I'm proud I'm part of this, I'll tell you.'
'You turn me on,' he said smiling. 'You always say the right thing.'
'I love you,' I sighed with a catch in my voice.
'Oh, yeah! That's the right thing!' he confirmed huskily.
Through it all we maintained a constant rhythm. I was slowly raising up and then lowering myself down on his enormous dick as it throbbed in my chute. It was so long that I had no worry about letting it slip out inadvertently. He kept up a syncopated beat on my cock with a clever fist, sticky with my lube flow.
More and more I found myself simply looking into his eyes. They captivated me, holding me in their spell. They seemed to be pools of intensity into which I let myself drown. They seemed to capture my soul.
'I've had lots of lovers,' he told me as he stared into my eyes.
I nodded.
'None of them prepared me for you!' he sighed.
My throat made a strange gurgle as I sucked in my breath in surprise.
'You draw my inner strength to the surface,' he strove to explain, 'and I've never stayed this hard for so long, nor have I had this many orgasms in so short a period before. My whole body is thrilled as you ride my cock like this, and as I pump this great cock of yours. I want to stay like this forever.'
'Yes,' I agreed quietly, 'so do I. Forever!'
He crunched his muscular abdomen and raised his upper body partly off the mattress, stretching his face towards mine. 'Here. Come down from there and kiss me.' It was a voice filled with passion.
I settled down on his body sliding my legs behind me and brought my mouth to his. My hardon was pressed tightly between our bellies. He crushed his lips against mine and we kissed. His lips parted and his tongue tickled my puckered lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue darted in swabbing my palate. I opened my mouth further and drew in my breath excitedly.
'You like this,' he whispered directly into my moth, the words carrying wisps of his breath into me. Then his tongue flayed my palate, again.
'Yes!' I insisted when I was finally able to whisper back, directly into his mouth. Instantly, I found that I could shove my hard tongue into his mouth and duplicate the exotic sensations for him to enjoy. It felt terrific!
With a groan, he rolled us over, put a hand on each of my pecs raising his upper body, and really began to pound cock into me, as I spread my legs and shifted my hips to assist him. This was not timid lovemaking. This was hard and fast fucking, with full-length strokes, jangling balls, slapping skin and all-out effort. As we thrust at each other, I grabbed my cock and continued the jack off, only now with deep emotion, going into the sprints before blastoff.
'Man, look at us doin' it!' he cried, vibrating at the height of lust. 'I can't hold back any longer, I'm gonna shoot!'
'Yeah, fill my ass, man,' I urged, 'and I'll shoot with you.'
'NO! No!' he insisted. 'Hold back and let me suck up your load, man. Okay? It tastes so good I don't want to lose it again.'
'I'll try, but it ain't gonna be easy, I'm so close,' I grunted.
'I want to...' he couldn't go on for a moment he was so aroused. '...to suck it, man, but...' he paused again, '...I'm gonna come... NOW!' His contortions were spectacular. His expression was blissful yet twisted by rapture. His muscles combined in blasting off to vibrate his entire body. I felt the throbbing of his spurting orgasm at my ass-lips and knew he was filling me up again.
Swiftly, he grabbed my hips and lowered his head, but the action caused his cock to slide out of me. He didn't even care that some remaining jets of cum shot out and bathed my balls. Nor did he care that the giant cock made sucking sounds and a popping noise as it withdrew. All he cared about was drinking my cum and getting my cock back into his mouth before I shot off, and he made it. But just barely.
The exquisite feel of his thick lips and tongue on my engorged, inflamed cockhead put me over the brink and I came instantly, spurting wildly into his mouth. I had assumed that so many orgasms over a period of only a few hours like this would persistently reduce the strength and pleasure of each succeeding orgasm but once again assumptions proved wrong. My cock was reddened but not sore, amazingly stiff by not tender, and aching for release but not hurting. This orgasm was awesome, knowing he wanted me to come in his mouth, knowing he loved taking my load and drinking it down, and, best of all, knowing he loved me!
I'll have to stop here for now, but I've written down what happened next and I'll submit it soon as MY MARINE HUNK - EVENING which tells what happens after we drink the sweet tea and eat the rich tea cakes and sandwiches, and become horny for more excitement.
Tony De | 30 May 2011
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