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The Beginning of the Agreement

Just to refresh everyone’s memory, my name is Matt and I am continuing the story from the “The Day I lost my virginity” when I was sixteen years old. A short recap has me still bound to a chaise lounge at my sister’s friend’s house after losing my virginity first to my little sister, Katie, and then to her friend Jen. After satisfying their needs, they just left me tied up and walked away. Leaving me bound naked to the lounge chair for all to see. Fortunately dusk was settling in and due to the eventful day, I dozed off into sleep.
What was probably hours later as it was now night, I was awakened by someone both touching my cock and a cough. Opening my eyes, it was Jen’s mom sitting next to me on the lounge chair. This woman is just so, so hot looking (remember she was sun bathing in the nude in the beginning of the last episode) and waking up to her dressed in a thin white, low cut cotton dress which allowed the pool lights to pass through outlining her body underneath. Of course instantly my dick started to rise and she noticed by grabbing my cock while pulling it up right.
At that point, she looked at me and stated; “It appears that the girls had some fun with you, can you tell me what happened?” As she slowly stroked my cock to it’s full dimensions, I gave her the quick run down of what happened almost embarrassingly saying that it was the first time and then especially losing my virginity to my younger sister of all people. She laughed at that and said there could be worse ways than that.
She looked at my cock and asked if it was responding more to the events of the day, or was it because my cock was happy to see her. My response was to explain that I have never seen a woman that turned me on more, either in porno films, magazines, or in person than her. She smiled and said, “thank you, I am glad this is for me” as she squeezed my hard dick. She then asked, “you do know that I am at least twenty years older than you, do you not?” I told her that no one could tell from the way she looked and the thought of her looks, with experience, makes me want to blow my wad right now.
She then asked: “so by mentioning experience, are you looking to be trained?”
Of course my response was that, yes I wanted to learn, especially with someone as hot as her.
With that, she stood up and swung her leg over me, straddling my body, slowly raising her dress while moving her pussy over my upright dick. My anticipation was beyond belief…I was going to be allowed to fuck the most gorgeous woman in the world.
She lowered herself to where I felt the rings from her cunt just start to touch the head of my cock. Then she stopped, leaned forward with hands next to my head, and said; “before we go down this road, let us set the ground rules. First, you are still a boy, with a man’s cock that is probably a top ten percenter and the vast majority of women never have the opportunity to enjoy one like this. Second, to be gifted like this and have the opportunity to train you before you can form bad habits. Third, I could use another toy, so this excites me. Therefore, I will accept the challenge to put you through an apprenticeship so to speak. But, you have to accept 100% direction from me, no questions asked. In essence, I own you for the duration of your education. This means if you have a chance to fuck with some one else, it can only be done with my permission. I will add physical enhancements, including a brand to designate to which you owe your training. Another words, no matter what I tell you to do and no matter how revolting it might be to you, you do it and relish it. I will take your verbal word on this now, but expect you to sign a document stating this later…do you accept?”
I heard the words, but did not have to question anything as those cunt rings hanging from her pussy lips were teasing the hell out of the head of my cock. I said, “I accept…unconditionally!”
With that, she plunged her cunt down on my cock announcing that from now on it is “HER cock” and that I am to always address her as either Mrs. Cash or Ma’am. She worked her way down; the pressure on “her cock” was exquisite, the warmth, the smoothness, and the thought of being embedded into the most beautiful woman I knew in the first sixteen years of my life was too much. In a matter of five to six minutes of her riding up and down, “her cock” exploded in a torrent of sperm filling her vagina and womb. She looked down, smiled and said, “this is why you need training, but it is a start”.
With that she directed her cunt to my face, telling me to do a good job of cleaning it out. I sucked her pussy for all that I could, sucking out huge quantities of jism. Surprisingly it was not all the texture of liquid; some of it was in clumps causing me to chew. She noticed that, and mentioned that she had been at a bar trying to set up my mother (another surprise) but she did not show. So, she fucked both the guys since she was horny, and now I have the pleasure of consuming their coagulated spunk. Then she said, “first test, do you like it?” Even though it was revolting to think, I nodded my head yes.
She worked her cunt back and forth across my mouth, with me licking, sucking, and working my tongue up her pussy as far as I could. She then told me to do the same to her asshole. I complied with a relish. After fifteen minutes or so, she had an orgasm flooding my mouth with her juices. I thought…this is fantastic, it tasted so great, I would eat a mile of her shit just to have her do it again…little did I know.

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My Wife closes big deal

My wife has to complete with a bunch of men in an outside sales position. They don’t play fair with her and try to sabotage her sales efforts. She learned to fight back and has since climbed to the number one sales position. I have teasingly accused my wife of using her feminine enticements to close the really tough deals. She typically just grins and winks at me.

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The Vicar’s Wife

Ali was going to meet up with the Pact later that day – so I left for work knowing that there would be a juicy story later that night. Little did I know just how juicy it would actually turn out. She had an extra-long workout and a long steam. After drying off and a pot of nice tea she made up some semen for her cock. Semen is actually a mixture of Greek yogurt, condensed milk and a little salt for tanginess. The girls swear it taste just like man cum. Ali got out her funnel and filled the balls to the brim – she felt she was going to need it. After all she planned on fucking both of her best friends later that afternoon. She was going to do a little shopping first in the village and decided to wear her cock under a pair of jogging pants and my University sweatshirt. Her two friends Jess and Robin had custom made dildos made in London by an artist chap that Robin knows who works in plastic and rubber. He is gay and was more than happy to find models to make casts of their cocks. Jess and Ali’s were around 7 to 8 inches long and Robin being the Amazon that she is wanted a larger 9 to 10 inch monster. Jess and Ali’s are Caucasian in colouring and Robin’s is modelled in black colouring. I have seen them all and they are very lifelike with veining on the shafts and cock heads of varying shades of pink to purple. The balls that are attached are hollow and can be filled with their special semen mix. There is a hollow tube that runs from the balls to the piss hole in the cock head and with a little practice Ali can now make it cum heavily or just like a little precum by squeezing the balls. They have public hair and are attached to a pair of high waisted black latex big girl pants – as Ali calls them. There is a small loop in the crotch so that the semi ridged cock can be held down between the legs. This allows them to be worn in public without too much showing.
Ali grabbed her keys and was ready to drive down to the village when the doorbell rang. Damn she thought I don’t want any interruption now. She looked out the view hole in the front door and it was the Vicar’s wife – affectionately or sarcastically know as Mrs Marple. The Vicar’s wife in English county life is the doyen of everything volunteer and Marjorie was no exception. She ruled all the church ladies with an iron fist. Even the women like Ali who weren’t strictly church goers came up against her iron will through the Women’s Institute or the Adult Education Centre, of which she was chairwoman. Name a village occasion and she was there with her OBE pinned to her enormous chest. The woman had a forty inch chest with double or even triple D cup size. She was an even size from there to the ground with a set of ankles that would make any rugby player envious. Her face could stop a clock and she must have inherited her tweed twin set wardrobe from her grandmother. She had taken recently to walking with a cane in orthopaedic shoes and her thick pop socks. Staunchly conservative she was the model of virtue.
Ali opened the door for Marjorie who was delivering the monthly village magazine, which she was editor and main contributor and the parish office printed under her guidance of course.
“Hello Allison.”
“Oh – good morning Marjorie. Can I help you with anything?” What a question and as soon as she said it she regretted saying it.
“Since you ask dear – could I have a glass of water and a short sit down, my feet are killing me. I’ve been to the top of the village delivering this month’s Village Voice.” She had a canvas bag on her shoulder filled with the magazines and it was clearly digging into her flesh. Ali stood aside to let her in and she turned to walk in the kitchen.
“I think I can do better than a glass of water – how about a small Sherry or a nice pot of Fortnum’s Royal Blend.”
“How about both dear – I am bushed. This farmer’s market jute bag with these small straps are not meant to carry weight – my shoulders and neck are killing me.” Ali could see her discomfort as she let the bag fall to the floor.
“Well come in the living room and have a seat.” Marjorie waddled her way into the living room and Ali set about pouring a tall sherry and put the kettle on the boil. She went in the living room with the crystal sherry glass full to the brim. Marjorie had slipped off her shoes without so much as a by your leave. She had a habit of dominating any area she was in and anybody she was with. Ali sat on the couch.
“You poor dear – Marjorie you do so much for the village.” Of course Ali was being sarcastic – but she never realised. Marjorie took the sherry glass and downed it in one swallow. She began to rub her shoulders. Ali left the room to bring back the tea. “You know Marjorie when John broke his back he suffered from terrible neck and shoulder pains. I took that course at the village hall in remedial massage and got pretty good.”
“Oh yes I remember – the chap from the Royal Orthopaedic Hospital in London taught the class. One of the Vicar’s colleagues. I organised the classes – but sadly I couldn’t attend myself. Does John find it helpful?”
“Oh yes – after a long day lecturing on his feet at the University I can have him right as rain in a few minutes. Sit here on the foot stool and I give you a short rub – it’ll do wonders I promise.” Marjorie got up from the chair and looked at the foot stool rather quizzically. It is five foot long and two foot wide and really a massage table in disguise. “John made the foot stool at the furniture workshop at the vicarage. You know men they make things way too big.”
“I know dear the Vicar has that very same penchant.” While she moved over and sat on the stool Ali went and poured another tall sherry. She handed it to Marjorie.
“Oh – I couldn’t dear not a second – I’m not good at handling sherry.” Ali remembered her a few Christmases ago drunk as a sailor at the vicarage singing at the top of her voice.
“Oh come on Marge – it’s just us and it will help your muscles relax. Make my job easier – please.”
“Well … just this last one.” Ali put the sherry decanter on the coffee table. And stood behind her and began rubbing her neck.
“Heavens you are tight Marge – you poor dear.” Ali is actually a very talented masseuse and was soon digging her thumbs into the big woman’s neck and shoulders. Marjorie began to loosen up a little and relaxed her shoulders. She let out a small sigh.
“That does feel good Allison – you certainly learned well.” Ali had brought some massage oil with her from the kitchen and had it in her jogging bottom pocket.
“I have some wonderful aromatherapy oil that would really help.”
“Please don’t go to any trouble dear.”
“No trouble at all I have it right here.” She showed Marjorie the beautiful body lotion bottle and let her smell the fresh jasmine scent.
“That does smell good – I love jasmine.” Ali reached around the front of her neck and began to unbutton her blouse. “What are you doing Alison?”
“I don’t want to get the oil on your pretty blouse.”
“Oh … I suppose not.” With that Ali unbutton a few buttons down on her blouse exposing her massive cleavage. She then pulled the blouse down on her upper arms. She was certainly a muscular woman with shoulders like a javelin thrower. Ali looked at the red skin under her bra straps.
“Marge your bra straps are digging into your shoulders – no wonder you are in such discomfort. Curse of the full size bosom.”
“Yes … yes dear – you don’t know what a burden it is for a woman my size.” Ali put her fingers under the bra straps and began to move them over to her upper arms. “Is that necessary?”
“I don’t want to spoil your lovely bra.” In fact Marjorie was wearing an industrial size bra from M&S – it could probably stop a bullet. “Put your arms down by your side Marge and try to relax.” As she did her blouse fell further down and Ali let her bra straps slide down her arms also to the elbow. Ali poured some oil in her hands and rubbed them together warming the oil before she began to rub it liberally into her waiting flesh. She started at the base of her neck and worked outwards towards her arms and then down her arms to the elbow. In slow deliberate strokes she repeated the rub several times. Marjorie was becoming putty in Ali’s expert hands. “Your back is also very tight Marge.” Ali rubbed her back down to where her bra was clasped. She did this repeatedly and marge was bending forward and slightly moaning. Ali then started again on her neck and arms and this time when she passed down her arms she deliberately brushed her hands over the side of Marjorie’s breasts. Marjorie had a sharp intake of breath – but she didn’t move. Ali went back to her neck and down her spine . When she had done this a few times she stopped and quickly undid the three hooks holding her bra together – releasing her breasts. Marjorie tightened her arms to her side to keep her bra from falling off. There was no danger of that not with those huge breasts folded over the underwire bra.
Ali pushed her forward and began working on her neck down her back. Repeatedly she worked her back until Marjorie loosed up and let her arms fall free. The back of her bra fell to the side and after a few more strokes Ali let her fingers caress the fleshy sides of Marjorie’s breasts. Slowly her bra was working its way loose from her breasts. On the next stroke Ali kneaded the sides of her breasts with her fingers and palms and her bra fell away into her lap. Ali reached under her arms and cupped her breasts fully massaging them slowly. Then she took her nipples between her fingers and gave them a slight squeeze and then milking them to erection. Her nipples were massive twice the size of a fifty pence piece and dark brown covered in small pips which Ali expertly rubbed. Marjorie was moaning at this point and had let her blouse fall away completely.
“Lay back on the stool Marge.” As she helped Marge lay backwards on her back her breasts fell to the sides of her body and Ali quickly gathered them up and began to slowly massage her breasts. They were very heavy and her skin was creamy white – no sunlight had ever touched these breasts. Ali wasn’t certain – but she felt that Marge had an orgasm – probably her first in a long while if not her first. “Roll over on your stomach Marge.” As she did Ali began to work the small of her back. With some more oil she worked from the neck downward on her spine to her waist. Ali undid the clasp on her tweed skirt waistband and pulled the zipper down. On the next downward stroke she passed under the elastic band of her slip and panties to reach the crux of her ass cleavage. This is a very sensitive part on Ali’s body and it turned out to be for Marjorie as well. She moaned and drew her knees up on the massage table. This allowed Ali to pull down her skirt, slip and panties to her ankles. Marge was lost in ecstasy with Ali using more oil and massaging the cheeks of her ass and working the crack of her buttocks. As she rubbed harder Marjorie spread her legs more and more until her legs were over the sides of the table – completely prostate. Ali rubbed her fingers down until she reached Marjorie’s asshole and then she rubbed circles around the opening. She made no protest and Ali could see the glistening of her pussy juice leaking on to the table. She still had her knees slightly drawn up and this gave Ali clear access to her pussy lips which she began to slowly massage. This woman had public hair which started almost at her belly button and continued around her crotch and covered her asshole. I was dark black and now matted with sweat. Ali had never seen such hair.
Ali reached deeper between her legs until she found her clit and began squeezing and rubbing it until Marjorie was moaning again – her second climax. Ali pulled her jogging bottoms down and stepped out of them and released her cock. She squeezed her balls to lubricate the head and shaft. She splayed Marjorie’s pussy lips apart and placed the head of her cock at the opening. Then she pushed the head inside her waiting and eager pussy. “Oh My God … Ali. What are you doing?” she didn’t need an answer – she knew what was happening as Ali gently pushed a few inches of her cock in her waiting hole.
“I’m fucking you Marge – do you want me to stop?” Marjorie put her feet on the ground and raised her bottom in the air. Ali had her answer and she pushed her cock in the full eight inches. Marjorie took a sharp intake of air.
“OH My God – yes … yes … fuck me Ali. Ali began slowly pulling in and out of Marjorie’s pussy. Then holding her by her hips Ali began to thrust in harder and harder making a slapping noise when she bottomed out against her ass cheeks. Pussy farts were escaping the sides of her pussy as she moaned in ecstasy. Her body began to shudder as she climaxed. This was the one Ali had been waiting for – she buried her cock deep in the Vicars wife’s pussy and squeezed her balls to ejaculate her cum into Marge’s pussy. Marjorie was screaming at this point and writhing in joy. Sweat was running off her body as Ali massaged her ass cheeks. Ali slowly pulled her cock out of Marge.
I think your shoulders are loose enough now Marge – don’t you think?” Marge was laying there unable to move
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“Oh yes dear heart – plenty loose now. Thank you.”

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Local Pool

So summer had just started and i decided that i needed to loose some of the excess fat i had gained over summer. I’m 19 years old, 6’2″, 84 kg (185lb), muscled but not defined, dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, so just pretty average.
Ever since i was young i had always loved swimming and needless to say any exercise that i can do that doesn’t result in my having to deal with sweat heavy clothes is good with me. So i decided to go to my local pool.
I had college in the evening on wednesdays so i headed to the pool at about 2:30 just the right time that i wouldn’t have to share it with many people.
I arrived at the pool, into the change room through the door and into a dark concrete room lit with flourescent lights and it had a strong smell of chlorine. I looked around me, there were naked men everywhere, i lived near a business park so lots of office workers came during their lunch hour. I never really thought of myself as gay but i always allowed my mind to wander, and i didn’t mind observing a few of the guys in the room. Most were quite old so i wasn’t too interested and the younger guys never really got completely naked, but i still enjoyed the view.
I changed into my board shorts (i didn’t like the idea of the female life guards laughing at me in my speedo, even though everyone else wore them) and wandered down to the pool. I jumped into the pool and started doing laps. I loved the fact that you could see small groups of bubbles scattered across the guys in the other lanes speedo’s accentuating their bulge, and all i could think was “thank god for goggles.”
After swimming for about 40 minutes i decided that i needed to get out have a shower and head to college. I jumped out of the pool and grabbed my stuff and headed for the change rooms again.
Now unlike most public showers that i had used this place had absolutely NO privacy, not even small dividers between each showerhead, just straight in a line over a tiled floor, guys standing next to each other soaping up, and getting out. I walked over and dropped my towel on a nearby bench. There was only 1 guy in the shower about 4 showerheads down from me. He was late 40’s early 50’s had a bit of a belly, no bum and kind of hairy, nice cut cock though, about 4 inches soft, and i snuck a few peaks when he shampooed his hair. I dropped my board shorts, revealing my dark blue speedo, and threw them over a nearby ledge, and stood under the hot stream of water.
After about a minute the older guy left and i was alone in the shower so i started to untie the draw string on my speedo, just as i was about to drop them, another guy walked in. Now this guy was what i loved about public pools, mid to late 30’s, about 5’10”, blonde hair, a nice covering of light blonde fur over his chest, brown eyes, and a toned body. He walked stood under a shower head 2 away from me, and i could see from his speedo he was quite blessed. He nodded at me and i nodded back and then i started soaping myself up, (i chickened out on dropping my speedo.)
I had my eyes closed as i washed my face but when i opened them i was welcomed by the site of my handsome friend standing completely naked under a hot jet of water. I was right. He was VERY BLESSED. His dick was about 6 inches, uncut and to me, looked beautiful.
At this point i walked from the shower and stood at my bench. I started drying myself off, bending over with my ass directed towards the shower so that my friend could get a few of the whole thing even if it was covered by my speedos, whether he liked it or not (i knew earlier i said i was shy, but only around girls.) I heard the shower turn off, and the soft patting of his feet walking out. I continued to dry myself slowly, just as he moved a few benches away. I saw him look directly at my bulging cock, and i couldn’t help but smile. I dropped my towel onto the bench and started going through my bag trying to find my underwear. I caught him staring again. I put on my clothes and left. Feeling very satisfied.
So i swam every day, and on the same time every tuesday, and i always ran into my blonde haired friend. About 4 weeks after i had started, our greeting had become more than a nod, they had moved to a “hi” and then a “back again i see.” We would always manage to shower together, often alone, each catching the other glimpsing at his cock.
But on the fourth meeting something happened. I was soaping myself up and he walked up right next to me and turned the shower on. I was wearing speedos and as soon as he pulled his down i couldn’t stop my cock. I kept soaping up ignoring my clear hard on.
“Can i use some of that soap?”
“Sure” i stuttered and passed him by bottle of liquid soap.
It was then i noticed that he too was nursing a raging hard on, and i couldn’t help but feel completely in awe of it, it 6 inch cock grew to pleasing 9, the foreskin pulled back just enough to show the red tip.
I stood dumbly staring whilst soaping myself (probably spending a little more time that usual doing so) and i looked at his face. He simply smiled and continued washing.
He turned off the shower, and started for the benches, i enjoyed his nicely rounded ass bobbing up and down as he walked over to his bench.
I followed him over and started drying off when all of a sudden he started talking. Just the usual, hows your day? Where you from? What do you do? nothing too intense and then:
“hey, i run in the evenings and you seem like you are pretty dedicated to getting fit, i’ve been trying to find a running buddy but no one seems to want to.”
“Sure, i love running” I lied.
“Well lets start tonight”
“you said you lived near me so it works out really well”
I gave him my address and he said he’d be there at around 8 that night.
A decided to just wear normal shorts and a baggy t-shirt to run in, i stood waiting around in my kitchen, getting hassled by my parents asking, why if i’m going on a run am i waiting? I checked my watch and saw that it was almost 8 so i walked out the front.
Within about 30 seconds i saw him rounding the corner to my street. He was in a tight white sleevless t-shirt, and short running shorts with the splits on the side, i couldn’t believe my eyes but i could clearly see his cock bouncing up and down in his shorts, all of a sudden i felt grossly overdressed.
“Hi!” he said as he came up to me, “ready?”
“Almost” i replied, ripping off my shirt “i hate doing any sport with my shirt on” i laughed.
He smiled and said
“Ok lets go”
We ran around the block, every now and then i would drop slightly behind to enjoy the veiw of his ass as the shorts flipped up at the back, and then i would run to catch up. After about half an hour we stopped to have a drink at a drinking fountain. I bent over to take a sip, then suddenly. he smacked my ass and squeezed it. I looked up shocked.
“Great glutes, see what you’ve got there is genes, i just can’t get that” I laughed and continued to drink.
He then bent over to take a drink, and i could clearly see his big balls straining on the fabric between is legs, i groped them and said
“great balls, see what you’ve got there is genes, i just can’t get that” he looked at me shocked.
“hey you grabbed my ass, of course i’m going to get my revenge.” He laughed and grabbed my ass again.
We ran back to my house and said goodbye. We then started running every second night together it was awesome. He would always where his short, very revealing shorts, and i wouldn’t wear my shirt.
Wednesday came around it was a rainy day, not the best weather for swimming, I had decided that in the four weeks i had been swimming and now running, i was toned enough to wear just my speedos in public, so i bought some new ones. I turned up to the pool, and noticed he wasn’t in the change room, i stripped down to my baby blue speedos and walked out to the pool. I dived in and started doing laps. I’d been swimming for about 20 minutes when someone stopped me at the wall.
“Hey mate, not swimming in your board shorts i see.”
“na i decided to start swimming in my speedos, you know, more streamlined” I laughed
“new ones i see.”
“yeah the old ones were getting a little worn, anyways back to it.”
I continued to swim, he was in the lane next to me and i had been completely oblivious to this. I saw him cross my lane, heading for the ladder. So i made a fast shortcut and jumped in front of him. (I forgot to say my new blue speedos were very shear on the back, very shear.) I turned around to see him staring directly at my ass, that could quite clearly be seen through my speedos.
“Beat ya” i laughed
“whatever” he shrugged it off and we walked to the change-rooms.
It was empty, not a soul in sight, and we were the last guys in the pool. I walked up to the shower and stood under the hot water. He strolled over, not wearing his speedos, i couldn’t help but stare at his pendulum like cock. He stepped under the shower directly next to mine.
“Why are you even wearing that thing mate. I can see right through it” he joked
“trying to have a look at my cock eh?” i asked jokingly.
“Well you always have a stare at mine. Its only fair.” He wasn’t joking.
I undid the waistband and dropped my speedos, revealing a semi hard uncut cock.
“See nothing to be embarrassed about is there?” he asked
“Ha ha, who said anything about me being embarrassed. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
He laughed and i started soaping myself up. I kept staring at his steadily growing cock and i could feel mine also starting to react to his body. It was when i started shampooing my hair (by this time we both had full blown boners) that i felt a hand on my cock, with a good amount of soap for lube, i opened my eyes and had to close them quickly because i got shampoo in them. I stood under the jet of water. Eyes closed enjoying a hand job off my pool friend.
When i opened my eyes he was staring directly at my face. I reached down and grabbed his cock and started rubbing it, faster than he was rubbing mine to make him cum sooner. He leaned in and started kissing me. It was amazing. His tongue rolling and fighting with my tongue, the taste of the pool and him blending in my mouth. He pulled away and started kissing my neck, then chest, my stomach, my thigh and my balls all the while stroking my cock.
His deep brown eyes looking directly into mine. He opened his mouth. The next thing i felt was pure ecstasy. He mouth was warm and his hand jerked up and down my shaft as his mouth worked on my head. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming and i started breathing deeply, trying to control myself, slow down the eventual orgasm. He moved his hand from my shaft to my balls, all the while working my head.
All of a sudden i could feel the familiar feeling, the swelling of my cock, my balls contracting and a flood of euphoria rushed over me as a released load after load into his awaiting mouth. He stood up, my cum on his chin. He grinned and using his finger pushed it between his lips, and then swallowed. He leaned in to kiss me, i could taste the pool, him and myself all in this one kiss. He pulled away.
“What about you?” i asked
“Don’t worry about that.” he said and walked over to his clothes.
We dressed in silence.
“See you tonight for our run, meet at mine at about 8:30 ok”
“sure” i said, feeling a little dumbfounded and confused but still very pleased with the events of the afternoon.
I reached his apartment. It was nice, i waited outside, this time i had decided to wear no shirt (as usual) and an old pair of rugby shorts. They were about 2 sizes too small and i may as well have been wearing just a longer version of my speedos. He came out the front door to his apartment block, glanced at my shorts, smiled, winked and off we went.
We had run for about an hour, and i was hot, sweaty and tired. We stopped outside his house.
“you look tired mate. Want to come in for a drink.”
knowing that this was no casual drink invitation i accepted and followed him upstairs.
His apartment was beautiful. I stood in the kitchen as he poured two glasses of water.
We drank them in silence. Still exhausted from the run.
“I’m gonna go get changed” he said, and walked down the hall towards what i assumed was his room.
I decided that it was now or never.
I waited for him to go into his room, leaving the door open. I walked down the hall, and peaked around the door to see him pealing off his sweaty shorts revealing his beautiful cock.
“your turn” i said as i stepped from behind the door and pushed him onto his bed. I rubbed his bare cock up and down firmly enough that i could hear him gasp every so often. He slid down the bed and started working on his cock with my mouth. I’d never given a blowjob before so i didn’t expect i was very good, but he didn’t complain. I felt him shudder, as i played with his balls and he pulled my head up to look into his eyes, just as he came. I wasn’t expecting what happened and it burst out of my mouth. He shot 3 loads into my mouth and the other 2 ended mostly on him. He reached down and scooped up the spare cum with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. I crawled up to him and kissed him. My mouth full of his cum. He greedily sucked it out, using his tongue to fight mine over possession of his load. When it had been swallowed. I looked at him. Staring beautifully up at me.
“I want to fuck you” i said.
“you have to rim me first”
He pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to me then he rolled over. I rolled off the bed and pulled his legs off the edge, so i could get a clear view of his asshole. i went in with my tongue.
He ass had a light fuzz which tickled my face. I stuck my tongue in and out of his hole, using a finger now and then to see what i could do. I could taste the sweat from the run we had been on, and it was sweet.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and started pouring it onto his ass and over my cock.
I leaned into him. I put my head against his hole, and eased it in. With a pop and a gasp (from him) it was in. I couldn’t believe the feeling. It was so much tighter than a pussy. I started diving in with long steady strokes. I could see him grabbing the pillow at his head, his hands clasped tightly holding on as i fucked him.
He stopped me. He turned over, lifted his legs up and presented his gaping asshole to me again. I started fucking him. His face was sweating and i could see the pleasure of it running over him. I pulled all the way out and pushed back in. All the way out, back in. Every time i did this he gasped and smiled. I started speeding up. Knowing i was about to cum. I started to moan, and he pulled away from me, jumped around and threw his mouth over my cock, just as i started to cum. 2 loads later we were lying side by side satisfied with what had happened.
“Its not over yet” he said
“what?” i asked
“your turn”
He turned me over and started sticking his tongue in my ass, it was amazing. I couldn’t believe how good it felt having him stick it in and lick around my hole. He started slipped a finger in, which made it even better, then 2, and i started writhing in pleasure.
He then pulled out the bottle of lube and started rubbing it on and into my hole, and also on his cock.
“This is going to hurt at first, but i’ll take it slowly and you will enjoy it.” he said
“ok” was all i could muster up.
He told me to get on all fours, so i did, ass in the air, waiting for my ass to be invaded for the first time.
I felt the heat of his cock head against my hole. Then a little bit of pressure. It seemed easy enough. He then started applying more pressure. It was still ok. He then started pushing harder. Now the pain started. I started breathing deeply, panting a little bit.
“Just relax and push out a little” he said
I did as i was instructed and i felt his head go in. It hurt like hell. I couldn’t believe the pain i was in. He started slowly pushing forward. Each millimeter seemed more and more painful. I gasped for air. He slowly pulled back and slowly pressed forward. As time passed. My ass seemed to grow accustomed to its new visitor, and he was able to pick up his speed a little bit a go a little deeper.
Within 15 minutes of him entering my ass we had a rhythm going. Not all the way in. Not too fast. But it was there. It was the best feeling in the world. I squeezed my ass just to make it more enjoyable for him. He laughed and kept going.
“Now I’m going to fuck you hard” he said
“fuck” i responded
I felt him edge inch by inch, the pain increased but only marginally, until i felt his soft pubes rubbing against my ass crack. He then pulled out, and shoved it back it. I gasped, from both agony and pleasure. He pulled out slowly again, and pushed it back in with such force that the only way i could describe it is that i felt like i was being plundered. He increased speed pulling out and pushing in. I grasped at sheets around me, wrapping them around my hands as i felt more and more pleasure. He picked up speed and by now he was fucking my ass so hard that i was delirious from the feeling. His breathing sped up. I new he was cumming. It then happened. He moaned and then gush after gush of cum flooded my ass.
He quivered standing there with his slowly deflating cock still inside of me. He pulled out. Then i felt him lick my ass.
“can’t waste a drop.” he said
I just lay there. The feeling of pleasure still rushing through me, and the feeling of fullness in my ass, i didn’t want to let it go. I rolled over and he kissed me on the lips.
“that was good” i said
“it was” he replied.
“i better get home” i said
“yeah its late” he replied
I got home and went to bed. I didn’t know what to feel, happy about my encounter with my dream man, or guilty about it.
The next night we didn’t go for our run and we didn’t go 2 nights after that. When wednesday came around, he wasn’t at the pool.
I was happy with it. I had one of the best sexual experience i have had in my life to date. and there were no strings attached.

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