[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]After a lot of years of having fun being fucked, it just stopped being fun and for the longest time, I thought it was because I'd been fucked by a guy who, to this day, had the longest dick I've ever seen - a measured 13" and, yeah, I measured it because I wanted to know how long it was. It wasn't that he couldn't get it in me - he got all of it in me; it wasn't that he didn't fuck me good and nicely - I'd never been fucked that good before. I just somehow didn't enjoy it as much as I had before... and as far back as a week before I ran into this guy. Not two minutes after we got done with each other and he'd gone on about his business, I decided that I was gonna give up being fucked and, in turn, wasn't going to fuck a guy because still and to me, you just do not ask a man to do something that you wouldn't do. I disappointed a lot of guys going forward and guys who I actually felt close enough to and wanted them inside me... but no; it wasn't fun anymore and I'm not of a mind to do something that isn't fun so when such a guy said that we should fuck each other, I'd tell him that we'd have to settle for just sucking each off. Some guys were okay with this... and many were not... and I wasn't going to feel bad about them being unhappy. It would be a few years before I'd want a guy to fuck me... and I let him do it and it was wonderful and taking a turn fucking him was once again satisfying. The thing I learned from this "dark period" was that being fucked and as a matter of course wasn't as much fun as being able to pick and choose when I wanted to be fucked and who'd get to fuck me. I knew that the size of a guy's dick didn't matter to me - and seriously didn't after Mr. 13" - and I was comforted in knowing that if/when I wanted to be fucked or be the one doing the fucking, I could... but on my terms, as it were. Not just because it was expected and, as I would eventually learn, constantly having to clean my ass out even on a just in case kind of thing was too much work to be bothered with.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]As previously related, my cadre of friends weren't the only ones putting their dick in my ass and as sordid as it sounds, there were a few adults who'd get as much dick as they could in me without causing any damage and fuck me until they came; the feel of their dicks growing bigger in me just before it started pumping was scary good although, at least in the early going, they couldn't get much more than the head in me but with every encounter, they'd manage to get a bit more in me and it just added to the nasty pleasures. But, of course, all of my friends could easily get all of their dick in me and, gods, it would feel so good but sometimes it would make me feel dirty and nasty; it was a feeling I had to learn how to ignore and most of the time that was easy... and sometimes a guy would pull out and I'd feel his spunk oozing out of me and I just felt awful and like no amount of soap and water would ever get me clean again. I knew this was all in my mind except when I'd run into that one guy who just didn't fuck me nicely which was usually being too rough and/or talking to me in a way I just didn't like... but I learned that even in this, you sometimes had to take the bad with the good and then learn from it. Sometimes a guy would shoot his load before even getting the head inside me... and I used to get so pissed off it wasn't funny. I don't remember if I ever said anything about it but I do remember that I'd get this very disappointed look on my face that would say more than words could. In the early going, eh, it wasn't [I]that[/I] big of a deal since most guys could get it back up in a couple of minutes and succeed in getting it in me, fucking me, then creaming my hole. It was something I found reason to think about although, as I write this, I don't quite remember why I did but I'm sure it had to be something about what part of being fucked I liked the most and coming to the conclusion that my favorite part was when the guy shot his load into me and while that felt just heavenly, it really didn't feel that bad if/when the guy spilled his load in the crack of my ass so I decided that as long as the guy shot his load - in my hole or all in my crack - that worked. The thing that [B]never[/B] worked for me was being fucked in the missionary position. Oh, a lot of guys would fuck me in that position but my hips joints would hurt more than my asshole would and no matter how flexible I was - they just didn't like being in that position at all and it was "better" if I had my legs on their shoulders; at least the pain in my hips wasn't as bad as having my legs splayed open, you know, like girls/women usually do when they're being fucked. I guess the only "good" thing about being screwed in that position was that I could often look down and see the guy's dick going in and out of me and I even admitted that it was quite a rush to be able to see that... but not worth having to deal with my hips hurting like I was 100 years old and with a bad case of arthritis. It was just easier for me to lie on my belly and wait for the dick to start going in. Being on my knees wasn't bad but sometimes the guy would be fucking me so hard and fast that he'd wind up making me lie on my belly anyway; sometimes the guy would yank me back up onto my knees and all because he wanted to keep his eyes glued to his dick in my ass. Okay, whatever... One thing I learned was that there is such a thing as being fucked too long. Lubricants eventually break down and the heat of the resulting friction, well, it didn't feel good and that just sucked given the many times I'd find myself lying under a guy, he's having fun back there, but I'm actually praying that he'd hurry up and cum and get out of me. I knew I could tell him to stop and that if I had to, make him stop... but I now understood why some girls would just lie there and take the fucking because it was easier than starting an argument or a fight; just hurry the fuck up and cum and get the fuck outta me already. To me, there was nothing worst than wanting to be fucked... and the guy couldn't keep his dick hard enough and, to be honest, I've never understood why that happens except that, in some guys' minds, they knew where their dick was about to go and something in there head was saying, "Oh, hell no!" and their dick would stay really soft until they gave up trying to stick it in - then it would go right back to being as hard as a rock. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My first love has always been sucking dick; the feel and taste of it that was so similar yet different from guy to guy and, of course, having that great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction to feel and taste his cum in my mouth. But for the longest time, my second love was feeling a hard dick in my ass. Even as a horny youngster, I wasn't really afraid of it even though, yeah, it didn't feel all that good going in. Sometimes it did hurt and a lot but I was determined not to tell the guy to stop pushing it in or to wait x-amount of time. Sometimes the dick would go in me so fast that the speed of entry would sometimes make me feel like I was gonna throw up and, a few times, I did a little but I'd bear up under having that unpleasant feeling and taste going on. When I knew a guy was about to stick it in me, there was that sense of anticipation and even a bit of anxiety since I knew that once the head got past the muscle, the rest of the dick wouldn't [usually] have a hard time following although in the days where a guy with some appreciable girth was going in, yeah, taking the head in was the easy part... but I still found no reason to complain or even make a sound even when it did really hurt. To feel his spongy knob against my slicked-up hole... then that first push and I'd gotten used to willing myself to relax and to even, um, push out like I was taking a shit - it really did help and as odd as that might sound. Then came the stretching and it was a delicious kind of pain, kinda like having a cavity that was bothering you but you can't stop probing it with your tongue and making it hurt. It was all about relaxing and remembering to breathe normally as more and more dick would go into me until either I got all of it or as much of it as was gonna go in there. Then it was all about lying there and being fucked until he started cussing and I could feel his dick stretching my hole even wider before it started pumping away inside of me. Ah, so nasty but so good, too! In those times when my friends who wasn't shooting spunk was fucking me, damn - once they got in me, it just felt too good to feel them on top of me and feeling their prick sliding in and out of me and, sometimes, I'd be so comfortable and feeling so good that I'd nod off until he did or said something that would snap me back into full awareness. I always expected to get fucked but if a guy didn't want to fuck me, I didn't get too disappointed but, yeah, it would have been nice and I'd often feel... bad because I'd fuck a guy but he didn't want to fuck me and it felt so unfair to me but at least I'd give his dick a very good and thorough sucking so in a way, it kinda equaled out. Kinda.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Between being awakened and the sex, I was so tired as I pulled out of him and, as I knew it would, I could feel my stomach rumbling because all of his spunk had upset the water balance in my gut big time - but it was worth it. As we moved to hit the bathroom to clean up (and I could take care of my little problem) he asked, “What the hell was that?” I laughed and said, “Well, you said that you thought you were cumming too fast so I wanted to make sure that you’d cum twice - was it good for you?” He laughed and said it was, said he’d see me later, and went off to bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts as I made another trip to the bathroom. Was I feeling love for him? No but I cared for him a lot which made all of this very special. I’d sucked so many dicks in my day but few that made me feel the way I did about him. A look at the clock on the wall told me that I’d better take my ass to sleep because it wouldn’t be long before his mom and my wife would be home from work and both looking to get laid...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I would have given this more thought but he was fucking into my mouth with short, fast thrusts; I could feel his cock quivering in my mouth - then felt him swell and so fast that he gasped - then flooded my mouth with his sperm - where was this kid keeping all of this? He thrashed and moaned as his cock pumped cum into my mouth and I just swallowed and got lost I’m feeling his cock expanding and contracting and feeding me more of his seed. I felt him softening and didn’t want to let go of him... but he had recovered enough to say, “Fuck me... put your big dick in my ass...” The lube was right there within my reach and I even fucked with him some more by keeping his soft prick in my mouth while I applied lube to both of us and even finger fucked his hole just a bit longer before I reluctantly released him. He turned over on his own, lifting his ass and I wasted no time stabbing him with my hardness. Jesus... he was so tight as I settled onto him and started to fuck him. He started to fuck back against me and I could barely hear him muttering to himself about it feeling so good and to not stop. As I fucked him, I took a moment to look at my dick buried in his ass;I wanted this to last “forever” but with the way he was ducking back against me, that was Gina happen and I just went with the flow until my cock swelled inside of him and made both of us gasp - then I got swept away as my load was pumped into him. Ah... so good, so good...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I looked up at him and could see the wide-eyed look he was giving me and I felt... evil to see my intentions dawning in him and now, with his cock fully hard once more, he saw that - to coin a phrase - resistance was futile and just submitted to my lust for him. Ah... I wish you could have felt what I was feeling as I worked my mouth on his cock; I wish you could have felt the fever-like heat rolling off of his young body, could smell his muskiness and hear him moaning things not in English. I wish you could have tasted him - so fresh and clean and I thought for a moment - and as I took all of him and held it there - this is why a lot of older guys like these young 20-something kids and probably because they reminded us of when we were that age, so horny and filled with so much cum... And cum he was close to giving me again. I wasn’t in a hurry to get it; I wanted to really savor having him in my mouth while ignoring my own erection - that would get taken care of in good time. He felt so good in my mouth; I loved the way his body was reacting to what I was doing and when I looked up at him, that look he was giving me meant so much and touched me deeply. I might have fallen in love with him in that moment...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Normally at this point, I’d milk the last dregs of his cum from him then flip him over, spread his cheeks nice and wide after slathering the lube I kept handy on us - then slide my dick into his ass. I’d been impressed at how easily he took to being fucked and never once complained about it hurting and not even the first time I fucked him. I was still “unhappy” that he couldn’t suck my dick, which I really wanted him to do but he couldn’t and felt it was only fair that I fuck him and he felt that just jerking me off wasn’t good or thanks enough for me sucking him off. Bit not this time. Instead of releasing him, I kept his cock in my mouth and continued to suck on it even thought he had gotten soft again. I made it a point to stay away from his knob and smiled when he asked, “What... what are you doing?” I answered his question by taking all of his softness in while fondling his balls; he’s cussing over and over and trying to get away from me but I gently held him in place and continued to suck his dick until, after only a few minutes, I felt him getting hard again. Oh, to be that young again...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=2][SIZE=3]I closed my mouth around him, my tongue swiping away the big drop of pre-cum he was already oozing; it tasted fresh and sweet and it combined with his youthful musky scent and fueled my own lust as I worked my mouth on him, easily taking him deep and holding him there and making him moan and squirm. I loved getting him to this point, where he would start to fuck into my mouth and to give him more incentive, I started playing with his balls and took a few moment to suck on them before inserting a finger into his ass and as my finger sank into him, I started counting in my head because we both knew that it wouldn’t take him long before he shot his load into my mouth. And this time wasn’t any different from the earlier three times that day. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, heard him softly cursing - then came that first huge shot of cum and as I swallowed it, I was once more impressed at how much he could cum. Four huge spurts of cum shot into my mouth and I swallowed all of it but groaning to myself inwardly because for me, he was that kind of guy whose spunk would have me on the toilet with the runs... but that would be a bit later and I was t done with him.[/SIZE][/SIZE][/FONT]
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