Lush Interlude
His hands gripped my head, as he began face-fucking me, gently at first but then more urgently, as I held his taught thighs, his organ pounding in and out of my throat, nearly causing me to gag two or three times. But eventually, I felt the tell-tale signs and, gripped in my hands, I felt his sides shuddering, as his breathing suddenly changed. Pulling his swollen organ free of my mouth, he began frantically stroking his own tool in front of my face, holding my head back, away from it.
Don’t you love that moment when a young man loses all self-control just before he cums? Clearly, he wanted to watch himself cum on my face and this just made me crave it more. I wanted his salty sexiness and as I heard his first murmur of surrender to his desperate, inner urge, I begged him,
“Give it to me, please. Please!”
I licked and pushed hard to get my lips to his throbbing tool, as with a deep, hard gasp, he exploded towards my mouth, two great gushes of salty cum spewed across my face. As his concentration shifted to his consuming orgasm, he relaxed his grip on my head and with my hands still aside his thighs, I pulled his whole body forward, so that his organ was thrust into my aching mouth.
“Oh fuck!” he gasped, “Oh shit, Jesus, no!”
He was momentarily helpless. In the midst of his orgasm, the sensitive head of his ejaculating manhood was now trapped within my mouth and I had my hands firmly on his buttocks, the muscles in which I felt rapidly tensing and contracting, tensing and contracting, as jet after jet of his white seed, coursed through his throbbing member, firmly gripped between my lips, so that I could taste every squirt of his salty cum, as it shot from his shuddering body and into mine.
Then relaxing, throbbing and exhausted, he breathed heavily and I allowed him to pull back and withdraw his cock from my mouth. I was still savouring the last drops of his cum as his tool finally slipped out between my lips and he shuddered, letting out and stifled gasp of relief.
“Fuck me!” he uttered, without thinking.
“You probably don’t mean that,” I laughed, as I looked up at him, the sweat now pouring down his body.
He just grinned, as if apologetically, and collapsed alongside me in the long soft grass. I thought he would lose interest now but as he lay at my side, his hand slid between my thighs and began caressing my balls, still contained within my white briefs, now soaking wet from all my own leaking pre-cum. I was in heaven; this 20 year-old fantasy had just had one tremendous orgasm and yet he was still interested - in me! I wasn’t expecting any more than I had already experienced but I was ready for anything he was prepared to offer, and I was enjoying every precious moment.
Pulling the waistband of my Calvin briefs down below my balls, his hand enveloped my aching and soaking organ. At first, I think he thought I had cum already, until I explained that I get very wet when I get excited. And he had got me VERY excited!
He laughed. He seemed to like that. It fuelled his ego I suppose, to realize that someone could be so turned on by his doing something so selfish as masturbating in my face. But I could tell that his interest was waning. So as he lay there, propped up on one elbow, his hand slowly massaging my manhood, I took control again. I sat up and gently but firmly rolled him away and over onto his belly, in the long cool grass and began stroking and caressing his buttocks, sliding my fingers up and down the soft ripples of his back and trim waist.
He crossed his arms under his face and relaxed beside me, a vision of youthful nakedness in the dappled sunlight. His back, unlike his chest, was almost hairless and he had bracelet-style tattoos around both his upper arms. His skin was tanned, apart from a narrow band below his waist and covering his rounded buttocks. I climbed over him and pulling his legs apart slightly, I buried my face between the cheeks of his bum. And it was a gorgeous bum; soft but muscular, round and full, peppered with little black hairs, just like his tanned legs. As I spread the cheeks of his buttocks, I slipped my tongue into his arse-hole and tasted him, sweaty now but soft, clean and pungent with male odours. He groaned in appreciation and spread his legs more, as I licked around his balls and played my tongue in and out of his hole. His cock was pointing down in front of him below his balls as he lay there and I noticed that he was still pretty hard. I tickled his cock-head with my tongue, then licked it, kissed it and tasted the remnants of cum, still oozing from its tip.
But my own tool was dripping pre-cum uselessly on the grass between his legs and the ache within me for relief was becoming more intense. So I stopped my gentle massage of his lovely young body and just lay down on top of him, drawing his legs together again between mine, so that my organ and balls nestled wetly between his warm sweaty thighs just below his ass-crack.
I slipped my arms under his and clutched him tightly around the shoulders, as my own body now slipped and slid, easily up and down against his back, lubricated by a sensual mixture of pre-cum and perspiration. The head of my organ pushed and thrust against the resisting cleft of his anus, dripping pre-cum over the back of his balls as I withdrew. But as I felt him squirm under me, he groaned softly, as if to tell me it was ok to go further. At least, that’s the way I took it.
As I slid upwards over the back of his legs and body, my tool pressed firmly hard and forward, hitting just the right spot as he breathed-in and his hole relaxed, just for a moment, long enough for my cock-head to slip effortlessly beyond the first barrier.
He gasped beneath me, and I felt his anus contract around my tool. But he didn’t offer more resistance than that. We just lay there a moment, until I began pushing a little further. As he gently moaned into grass, I buried my face in the nape of his neck and began kissing him. He squirmed some more and I thrust forward and felt the second barrier give way to my organ, as he gasped again and then relaxed. I had finally penetrated his inner sanctum, that most precious and private part of a man’s body, and I was losing myself as I now began thrusting in earnest, not quite withdrawing all the way before thrusting ever deeper into his burning insides.
But I couldn’t keep it going; I was too high and now I couldn’t control it any longer. I felt those tell-tale signs, as the ache began deep inside my groin, sending out that familiar wave of tingling warmth that seemed to envelop the whole of my body. I made one final thrust forward into the depths of his insides, as my orgasm exploded from within me and the jism surged from my balls, through my pulsing tool and spewed long and hard into him.
“Jesus!” I swore, as pulse after pulse shot deep into his innards and emptied my pent-up sexual desire in endless squirts of man-seed, draining the cum from my balls. I felt his buttocks clench two or three times, as if to draw every last drop from my captured tool, before I finally withdrew and collapsed beside him, spent.
But little did I realize, it wasn’t over yet. He raised his head on his hands, turned and looked at me.
“Hm!” he grunted, “OK, so that’s how it’s gonna be, is it? Well now it’s my turn!”
Frankly, I was speechless but at that moment, I hadn’t the strength to resist and he knew it. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my stomach and was thrusting his hard and slippery cock-head between my arse-cheeks and against my reluctant hole. Only he didn’t wait for me to relax; with the impatient urgency of youth, he just shuffled forwards across my backside and rammed his tool into me.
God, did it hurt! I even yelled-out as he did it; I couldn’t stop myself but it was “my own fault” after all. Thankfully, my exclamation of pain made him hold still for a few moments, while I gathered myself and then consciously gave-in to him. Then he began gathering momentum, pushing and thrusting, urgently bringing himself to what he had decided was his just reward for my having taken advantage of him.
To be honest, he wasn’t hitting the right spot as far as I was concerned, and there was never a chance that I was going to reach another climax under his inconsiderate pounding of my backside. But it satisfied me, even thrilled me to know that I was the means he was using to bring himself off again. I was relieved when I finally felt him shuddering and grunting, as his second orgasm of the afternoon began coursing through his body. In that moment, I imagined again all that white, salty cum I had tasted earlier on my tongue, only this time, it was via a different route that it surged through that same tool and into my own body again.
On reflection, we had been fortunate not to be disturbed, lying together in sinful nakedness in the summer grass on a deserted riverbank all this time. There we were, both of us face down, legs facing the river, him on top of me, his organ still subsiding inside of me, when we heard the dreaded sound of the “putter, putter, putter” of an outboard motor. A boat was coming along the river. There was nothing we could do but lie as still as possible and just hope whoever was on the boat wasn’t looking in this direction as it went by. If they were, God knows what kind of view they got! By the time the boat passed, both of us were laughing ourselves silly, still laying there against each other, as the creamy white evidence of our afternoon of debauchery put, put, puttered from our relaxing holes and into the sunlight, where we eventually collected our clothes, returning silently and shamelessly home in my brand new BMW.
In this case, I guess you might say that "It must have been the car!"