11 comments/ 42294 views/ 3 favorites Cowboy Up By: TennesseeMe I got all ready for my evening jog after a hard day of work. I was out of town on business and the small southern town was one of my normal monthly visits. I took off my suit and put on my jock strap. Reached into my suitcase and brought out my skimpy white jogging shorts. They fit very tight and showed off every inch of my manhood. I put on my Nikes and headed to the nearby park. The park was well hidden with lots of trees blocking its scenic view from the highway. The park had been empty on all of my previous visits. I didn't expect today to be any different than the other times. As I got to the parking lot of the park, I saw an old pickup Ford pick up truck. Built around 1940 and black. Looked like it was very well maintained. I was impressed and wanted a closer look. The only thing wrong , that I could see was that someone had defaced the windshield with the words Cowboy Up. It was a beautiful truck. I got closer and realized there was someone in the drivers seat. He was a young man about 25 years old his wavy blond hair cut short and very neat. His mustache was blond and his face had been freshly shaved. I had to compliment him on his truck, so I walked over to the drivers side door. I froze in my tracks as I got next to the window. The man in the truck was reading a Penthouse magazine. He also was stroking his hard cock. It was probably six and a half inches long. The foreskin had not been cut I noticed as he pulled it up and over the rounded head every couple of strokes. My eyes could not believe what I had stumbled upon. In this southern town. I stood watching this man jacking off, Would he get out of his truck and beat the hell out of me for looking at him with such lust. He had his cowboy hat sitting in the seat next to him. It was also black. Only good guys wear white I was thinking. I watched as he turned the pages looking at the young bodies fucking on each page. He stroked his ever hard cock as I felt mine rise within my tight shorts. Surely he had seen me come up to his truck. A minute later without skipping a beat on his meat and never looking up, he said " Do you want to suck it." I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I said yes faster than he could make another stroke. He closed the magazine and put it under his seat. When he opened the door I saw his boots they were snakeskin, dusty and worn. The whole situation was getting me so horny. Standing in this park with a total stranger, he turned so I had better access to his dick. I slid down that shaft, sucking furiously, the thrill of possibly getting caught by the police scared and excited me at the same time. His cock continued to get harder with every thrust into my mouth. I finally had it all in, my throat opened up to let the head slide down. His balls felt good on my chin as I sucked. I could feel the pressure building in his balls. The same pressure was building in mine. I was shocked once again as he stood up and dropped his pants. " Fuck me," he said. I couldn't resist his white ass leaning against that beautiful truck had me so hard. He leaned over his seat as I spit on my hands and lubed his tight hole. I dropped my shorts and aimed my hard cock at his waiting slit. I pushed into him gently but he had done this before, there was very little resistance. I started to fuck him slowly, but he begged me to go faster. I pumped his ass with vigor and reached around to stroke his raging hard on but couldn't he had his hand flying up and down that pulsating piece of flesh. I felt his balls bounce against mine as I plunged deeper and deeper inside him. The excitement of the park was more than I could take. I shot long spurts of cum deep in his ass. I watched over his shoulder as a stream of cum shot from his dick onto his cowboy hat. I couldn't resist. I reached over and grabbed his hat licking the cum off and placing the hat on his head. He said " I don't usually do this kind of thing in the park but when I saw you coming toward me in those sexy shorts, I knew I had to have you." "Want to head back to my hotel room and have some more fun?" I asked him. "Sure and maybe this time I can get a piece of your ass." he said as we climbed into his truck. As we pulled out of the park a police cruiser pulled in. I said out loud, " Cowboy Up." Cowboy Up Belle flopped down in the fluffy yellow easy chair; she kicked off purple shoes that had five inch heels. She closed her eyes, remembering how he slid his dick deep into her shaved pussy. Her vaginal juices seeped onto the sheets. He leaned down and thrust his tongue in her mouth with the same stroke he thrust his cock inside her. **** She met Chance out dancing one night. He looked exceedingly handsome in tight blue jean wranglers and an olive green Polo shirt. He defined "Texas Cowboy". He lacked a ten gallon hat from making the picture complete. Belle sat alone; she had arrived with a friend who had taken off for lands unknown with some guy she met. As she gathered her stuff to leave, someone tapped her shoulder. "Hey pretty lady; don't tell me you are leaving. I just got here," he said. "My name is Chance and I'd be honored to have this dance." Belle shook her head. "I have to be getting home." "Before you go, I have one question," he stated. "Will you take off your shirt so I can see the tag? You look like you were made in Heaven." "I have heard that pick-up line before," Belle giggled. "Think of another one." Chance pulled her coat from her arms and hauled her out on the raised dance floor. They two-stepped around the oval. Chance held her so close she could smell his Stetson cologne. Sighing, she gave into the feeling and rested her head on his shoulder. "What is your name Pretty Lady?" "Belle..." "My momma named me Chance because she said any woman would be lucky to get a chance with me." Giggling, Belle furrowed her head deeper in his shoulder as they moved around the dance floor. "I like the name." "I just know your Mommy named you Belle because you were so beautiful." "It is a family name," she explained. Belle felt his hand under her chin. Chance turned her face up so he could see her lips. Without asking, he bent over to brush her lips with his. Startled, she took a step back. "What was that for?" "Sorry, ma'am, I could not help myself. You are truly Heaven on Earth." "I didn't mind it," Belle sighed. "I just wasn't expecting it." Wanting another kiss, she turned her face back up to his. Chance didn't need to be asked twice. He danced with her until the bar closed down; stopping to kiss her now and then. As the bar closed for the evening, he helped her gather her belongings and walked her out to her Cabriolet. Before she could open the door, Chance pinned her against the side of her car and kissed her. Magic happened then. Chemistry flew. Hands roamed at will. "Come back to my house," Belle said breathlessly while making sure her clothes were intact. "Follow me." "I'd follow you anywhere," Chance replied as he held open her door. After making sure she buckled herself in, he climbed in his blue Silverado. In a matter of minutes, they were on their way. She only took made a couple of turns, but the drive seemed endless. After pulling in her driveway, she put a mint breath strip in her mouth. When she exited the car, Chance was already there. They kissed all the way to the door. After finding her house key, Chance took them from her and opened the door. She barely stepped over the threshold when she felt his warmth behind her. He nuzzled her neck as she reached over her head to hold him. Belle felt him fumbling with the hem on her rose baby-doll shirt. She took a step back and coyly smiled in his direction. She pulled the shirt over her head revealing the pale yellow bra which confined her voluptuous breasts. Confidently, she stepped forward. Belle stood tall for a girl, but she did not come close to his lanky frame. As she removed his shirt, he obligingly bent over so she could get the garment over his dark hair. "Mmm," she thought when she saw his smooth, muscled chest. She noticed something that startled her. "You have tattoos?" "Have a couple," he murmured against her neck. He never stopped nuzzling her when he answered. "Tattoos are sexy," Belle purred as his mouth found the sensitive spot on her neck. She made a mental note to look at them later. Impatiently, she fumbled with the button and zipper on his wranglers. Taking the hint, he swiftly unhooked her denim mini skirt; it slid off her slender hips. He laughed to himself because he stood there with his jeans hanging around his ankles because his boots were still on. She stood there in her coordinated bra and panties. Chance swiftly removed his boots and tucked them out of the way. He took her in his arms again. With their tongues intertwined, he removed Belle's bra. Kissing his way across her flat stomach, he removed her lacy panties. "Which way to your room?" he whispered as her clock chimed three times. "Down the hall. First door on the left." He stood up and swept Belle off her feet as he carried her to the room and gently laid her on the bed. Not saying a word, he positioned himself in between her legs. Chance's mouth ravished her cunt. She knew he was quite adept from the way his tongue alternated between rapidly flicking her clit and making long, leisurely licks up her slit. She moaned. He engaged his hand in the foreplay. He inserted two fingers in her already warm pussy while continuing the oral assault. Chance's fingers found her G-Spot and she started bucking against him, but like a true cowboy, he held on for the ride. Her stomach clenched. She could not catch her breath. Belle thrashed against her bed sheets. "Oh shit!" Belle screamed in delight. "Do that again!" Chance paid no heed. He began working his way up her torso; kissing and licking the way; his lips found her breasts. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, his right hand plied her womanhood. His tongue swirled the nipple in his mouth. He gave a playful nip to one of her buds. He intoxicated her with the headiness of his lips on her bosom. While his hand feverishly worked her pussy, Chance enjoyed the creamy taste of Belle's nipples. "My turn," Belle whispered. She pushed him back on her pillows and removed his boxer briefs. Her mouth fell agape as she got her first look at his manhood. He was so large that she wondered if he would fit inside her. She positioned her body to allow him to feel her warm breath on his burgeoning erection. While looking at him, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. He moaned as he buried his hands in her blond hair. Chase massaged her head as she stroked his penis with her tongue. "Damn, she is good," he thought. "Damn good." When she lightly bit the head of his cock, he came unglued. "You are amazing." Grazing her teeth along the skin of his shaft, she heard him moan, "Oh shit." She loved the way his cock felt. Taking it to the back of her throat, Belle loved the way he tickled her tonsils. His fingers, tangled in her hair, urged her head forward. She fought the gag reflex in order to draw in the last couple inches. Chance lay there muttering, "Oh my God..." "I love this, honey, but I want to cum while I'm buried inside you," he soughed around moans. Belle lay on her back. "Now I get the chance to find out how good you ride," she expressed suggestively. "You better hang on." After taking a moment to don a ribbed condom, Chance quickly climbed on top of her. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he penetrated her button with one stroke. Slowly, his shaft worked its way in and out, in and out, in and out. "Faster, please faster," Belle begged. "Fuck me Cowboy." Shaking his head, Chance continued to do her slow and leisurely. Belle gasped as his hand began working her clit while the length of him was still inside her. "You are so beautiful," he sighed. "So beautiful..." "Quite the handsome man yourself," Belle managed to get out around gasps. He felt so damn good. Where had he learned to fuck a woman like this? She began writhing in a pleasured pain. Hips bucking off the bed of the bed. Nails digging into his back. Juices overflowing. "This is one ride you won't take by yourself," Chance said just as the first shot came from his penis. Even though he wore the armor, he felt her walls convulse around the part of him that was buried deep in her. "Oh my God," erupted from Belle's throat. She felt her knees buckle even though she was laying down. The room was spinning. She could not breathe. Her world changed orbits. Never had she experienced an orgasm as intense. Chance continued to kiss her and he fell to the bed beside her. His chest glistened with the glow that only great sex can produce. Chance rested his head back on the pillow and let out a long, slow breath. "Absolutely fantastic," he proclaimed. "You little minx, that was like an outer body experience." Belle straddled him. "Tell me you can do that again." Chance laughed, "Not for thirty minutes or so." She climbed off him and snuggled into his side. She loved the fact that he sported very little chest hair. They snuggled; they talked. They shared hopes and dreams for their future. She really liked him and wanted know about him. After the thirty minutes, she climbed on top of him again. "Cowboy up?" "Cowboy up," he agreed. ***** She remembered everything: the way he kissed, the way he smelled, the way he made love to her. He stayed the night with her that fateful night. They continued the primal ritual until her mom rang at noon asking her to lunch. Belle cried off from lunch, but sadly bid Chase adieu as he dressed to leave. A telephone ringing jarred Belle out of her dream state. She answered, "Hello?" "Hello pretty lady," a familiar voice came over the telephone. "Chance!" "What is my green-eyed siren up to," Chance asked with a tinge of sexual frustration in his voice. "Dreaming of our first night together," Belle sighed. "I realized I have five more days until you get home, and I miss you." Belle's doorbell peeled through the house. "Hold on, okay? Someone is at the door." When Belle answered the door, Chance stood in front of her. "I guess I am five days too soon," Chance joked. "I will leave and come back in few days." Belle dropped the phone and threw her arms around her man. "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to surprise you," he explained as he disentangled himself. "I need to ask you something that could not wait." Chance dropped to one knee, reached in his pocket, and held his arm out to her. In his outstretched arm, he held a black velvet box. Belle's eyes started tearing up. "Will you marry me and be my pretty lady forever?" Chance proposed. "YES!" Belle shouted with glee as she showered him with kisses. "As long as I don't ever have to be away from you again." Belle led him by the hand into her bedroom. "Cowboy up?" "Cowboy up." Cowboy Wannabe Gets His The clubhouse at my apartment complex has a well-equipped gym as well as an outdoor pool and shower facility. Strangely, these amenities are rarely taken advantage of by the people who live in the apartments. As it is, the sign-in sheet at the clubhouse routinely lasts for three months before it has been filled up and even then few signatures except mine are to be found on it. I guess it is part of the American lifestyle to be sedentary and not exercise or be social. Fortunately, it is here this story diverges from the norm of the American lifestyle. For one day, my normal solitude at the gym was interrupted by quite the unexpected stranger. He wore a cowboy hat, denim cut-offs, a t-shirt, and cowboy boots. Who wears cowboy boots to exercise? We took one look at each other and expressed visible shock at the wardrobe choice of the other. I was lying on my exercise mat stretching, wearing soccer shorts and a European jersey. After initially pausing with shock, he grunted his disgust at me, removed his cowboy hat, and sat down at one of the weight machines. We mostly ignored each other for the next half-hour while I ran on the treadmill and he made the rounds on the various strength building stations. However, our mutual exertions led to the exercise room being filled with our pheromones. And I also began sneaking peeks at his well-defined body as his t-shirt raised during his weight lifting. It was he that broke the ice though, as I finished running and he sat toweling off his sweat. "You look like a cock sucker with those short-shorts on," he grunted. I responded, "Do you have a problem with that?" He sat quiet for a moment, and I could tell even this backwards wannabe cowboy didn't want to be considered a bigot. He finally responded, "That's your businesses, I'm... I'm sorry." Seizing the moment I said, "Don't worry about it. In fact, you look like a person who enjoys having his cock sucked." "That I do," he laughed, not catching my pass at him. "Well whip it out, then," I said with an innocent smile on my face. He sat thinking for another moment; this was obviously a man not unaccustomed to whipping it out in public after being challenged to do so. Although in the past I am sure his cock was only exposed to prove that his bragging about its length and girth were not empty statements. Hesitation over, and fear overcome, he lifted his ass up and undid his button and zipper, exposing a flaccid but long, fat dick. "Very impressive," I said, and he smiled with the compliment. Content with having shown his manhood he went to refasten his pants, but I moved quickly and took the cock in my warm hand. "What are you doing?" he asked with a child-like expression on his face. "Proving you're right," I responded, "I am a cock sucker." His cock felt so velvety in my hand as I moved to my knees and stuck the whole flaccid member in my mouth. At first, his body was much more rigid than his dick as he sat petrified at having another man give him head. "Not scared are you?" I teased, looking up from his cock. "Uh... uh, no," he stammered. "Does it feel good? Do you like to cum?" I asked. "Uh sure, but you're not supposed to be doing that," he managed to say. "You're right, we shouldn't do this here," I said. I knew that while the gym rarely gets visitors, the men's shower facility never does, with most residents preferring to return to their own apartments to clean up. So I helped him up by taking him under the arms and I buttoned up his pants for him. I left shoving his cock back in his zipper to him; I didn't want any damage to his precious tool. I led him down the hallway, through the empty clubhouse, to the men's room. Turning around, I saw he still looked like he was in shock, so I thought it was time to make him comfortable. I unbuttoned his pants again and lowered his zipper, watching as his fat cock fell out. Apparently my cowboy didn't feel the need to wear anything between his dick and his denim cutoffs. This time, in the greater privacy afforded by the shower room, I took my time. I started with his balls - they were huge - and I imagined it had been a while since they had been drained. I loved how soft they were in my mouth and I found his musk intoxicating. My mind was swirling and I felt so high. I licked the seam in his balls and explored the underside of his testicles with my tongue. He was really moaning by that point, but the best part was still to come. I shoved his entire member in my mouth. It was still not 100% hard and it felt so good in my mouth. I began working my head up and down on his cock, not fearing to take every inch like I imagined the timid girls who attempted to give head to this man before had. We got into a real rhythm then, his hips thrusting and my head bobbing. His cock had reached its maximum size and I felt it strain against the inside of my mouth. I reached behind him and grabbed his rock-hard ass checks that were even harder because of the strain of pumping his tool in and out of my mouth. Still, I managed to force open his butt checks and stimulate and explore his asshole with my fingertips. This new exploration added to the ecstasy of the blowjob and he began breathing hard. I also began to taste his pre-cum. It was delicious - salty-sweet - and I swallowed it greedily between his strokes in and out of my mouth. Finally, he exploded in a roar that would have been heard by anyone else who had ventured into the clubhouse. He came in giant streams in my mouth, and his jizz tasted impossibly good. I swallowed it as he thrust fully into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head with his strong hands. When he finally released me, I gasped for air and sat back on my knees admiring his cock still covered with my salvia and beginning to drip his last bit of cum. Not wanting to waste a drop of his wonderful man juice, I enveloped his cock in my mouth again and savored the last of his seed. It was so nice to hold in my mouth, since I didn't get to taste a majority of his climax with the end of tool being shoved down my throat past my taste buds. The suburban cowboy panted and shivered as I finished draining his cock, then said, "Well thanks, man. I have never had anything like that before." "We're not finished yet," I replied with a devilish grin on my face. "Really! What more could we do?" he quizzed excitedly. At that question, I grabbed him at the hips and turned him around. His ass was beautiful, smooth and hard. I thrust my tongue up and down his crack. At first he tensed up and my tongue was almost pinched between his rock hard gluts. "That tickles!" he whined. Slowly though, he relaxed and I was able to explore more and more of his crack with my tongue. Soon he lost his inhibitions and bent over, offering his asshole to my wandering tongue. I gleefully plunged my tongue down his sphincter and then alternated to rimming the outside. "Wow, that feels really great!" my displaced cowboy exclaimed. Just wait, I thought, having seduced him to bending over and fully lubricated his anus. Now it was my turn, and I stood up and dropped my shorts to the floor. I gave his wet, puckered asshole one last look before I plunged my bulbous dickhead inside. He howled, "Wait a minute!" And I did, giving his virgin ass a little time to accept its first visitor. "I don't... I don't want to do this," he continued. "It's my turn," I pointed out. "Would you rather suck my cock now that's it been your ass?" "... no," he replied. "Okay then, just take it like a man. It'll be over soon enough," I promised. I eased my cock back out of his pouting anus, the whole time the sphincter muscle tightly grasping my cock. My saliva was an excellent lube and I worked my dick back into his manhole. Soon we were back to a nice rhythm as I firmly gripped his hips just to keep him from straining to get away from me. It was beautiful to watch in the mirror of the shower room. Occasionally, he would turn his head so I could see his face and I enjoyed the panged expression of a virgin getting his cherry popped. My favorite part to watch, however, was his large horse-cock swaying with each of my strokes. His dick continued to leak sperm and the swaying motion left little strings of cum on our pants and the floor of the bathroom. Finally, all of this stimulation got to me, and I neared my orgasm. I breathed in the heavy smell of our musk and I could taste his salty residue in my mouth. I could hear him moaning, see my dick disappearing inside his anus, and feel my cock exploring ever deeper in his ass. I exploded with such force I though I was going to black out. My balls emptied deep in the recesses of his derriere and I stood there enjoying the rush of blood to my brain and the rush of semen out of my cock. After some time, I pulled out and looked at his now gaping asshole. It was a beautiful sight between two hard buttocks. I stepped back and pulled up my shorts. A real workout today, I thought. He straightened up and pulled up his own shorts. Without looking at me he asked, "You won't tell anyone, will you?" "Why would I do that?" I teased. He left without saying another word and I moved to a shower stall to begin reminiscing about the recent events under a jet of hot water. Cowboy Wannabe Rides Again I last wrote about a guy I met at the clubhouse gymnasium of my apartment complex. Almost from the day of our first tryst I had thought about another encounter with this man. While it is not uncommon for me to fantasize about past conquests, it is very uncommon for me to want to go back for seconds. Since I had become sexually active in high school I realized there are just so many swinging dicks in the world I don't have time to fool around with the same one twice. What changed my mind about my policy regarding this fellow, I wasn't quite sure. It could have been his innocence, the fact that I was his first man-on-man encounter. Or it could have been his great physique. But most likely it was his horse cock. It was truly a work of art. It was nice and velvety to the touch. Smooth, but incredibly hard. I lay at night thinking about it, and no amount of jerking off or hooking up with other guys seemed to quench my longing for it. I returned to the gym, where I first met and seduced him, everyday. At first it was only to complete my own exercise regimen, but then, with increasing urgency, I hoped to see him. After two weeks without success, my mind struck upon an idea. When I first got to the gym, I signed in as normal, but then looked at all the other signatures for the last several days. There I saw it, exactly two weeks ago today. I thought I could make out "Chuck Shoemaker". He looked like a Chuck - I still marveled at the fact he wore cowboy boots to a gym. Granted, he didn't intend to do any aerobic exercise, but still! And those denim shorts, cut off and frayed above the knee. Where did this suburban cowboy come from? Next to his name on the sign-in sheet was his building number and apartment number written neatly in the columns provided for this information. At that point, I decided to seek a workout in his apartment instead of at the gym. I know it was brazen to walk up to someone's door after a totally spontaneous fling, but I was not thinking with my mind at the moment. In fact, the throbbing head of my penis led me to the door of his building even though I had never been there before. When I reached the security door I saw it had failed to seal after the last person who had entered or left the building. Seizing the opportunity, I entered the building and climbed the stairs. His building was laid out just like mine and all the other buildings in the complex, so I no trouble finding his apartment. I paused before I knocked, hoping he was at home. After knocking, I heard movement on the other side of the door and the deadbolt being unlocked. When he opened the door he was wearing only blue jeans and what appeared to be some sort of Indian necklace. His nipples were tiny, hard and dark next to his white skin. His mouth hung agape after recognizing me as the man who had deflowered him in the clubhouse shower room. Did I forget to mention that the encounter was not entirely consensual? After recovering from his initial shock, his face turned from white to red and he tried to shut the door on me. I, of course, stopped him by grabbing the door myself. "We need to talk, Chas," I said firmly. "Oh God! Oh God! You have AIDS don't you?" he said. At this point, I was impressed by his inner drama queen. I could tell he had been worrying about this possibility since our first tryst, but I laughed out loud and took him by the shoulder. "Don't worry, Chas, I am positive that I am negative." "What?" he stammered. "I don't have AIDS, HIV, or even a cold," I said in my most comforting, reassuring tone. "Okay. What do you want then? And why do you keep calling me Chas? My name is Chuck," Chas said. "'Chuck' is short for 'Charles', so is 'Chas'. And I prefer 'Chas'," I informed him. "I prefer you not be in my apartment," Chas said. "Chas, we had real chemistry. We made beautiful music together," I argued. "I live with my girlfriend. That's all the action I need," Chas said, trying to convince himself as much as me. "Is this her?" I asked, pointing to a frame on a shelf near the door. "Yes," he sighed. The woman pictured with him seemed to be every straight-boy's fantasy - skinny, blonde-haired, big-breasted, and with a vacant stare to top it all off. "Nice enough, if you like that kind of thing," I chided. "I do like that kind of thing... I mean, I do like her... I mean, I love her. And besides, I'm not gay," he demanded. "I know you're not gay. That's why I like having sex with you," I confided in him. "Whaaa...What?" he finally managed. "Look, why don't you have a seat and I'll get us a beer?" I told him. "You do have beer, don't you?" "Yeah, there's a couple left in the fridge." "Great, I'll get us some," I replied, and did just that. I peeked in the fridge. Oh great! Cheap, domestic stuff, I thought. Still, I hoped it would act like liquid blue jean remover on my reluctant cowboy. I opened both cans and handed one to him, then sat at his feet while he sat on the couch. He drank deeply then stared at the can instead of looking at me. "Like I said, Chas, I know you're not gay." "Then why are you here?" he interrupted. "Because I also know you like to cum, and I have the suspicion you don't get all the satisfaction you need at home." "Why do would you say that?" he asked. "Because I don't think that skinny, little thing can take your huge horse cock, or at least not most of it." "She likes it - she loves it!" he protested. Again, I wasn't sure if he was trying to convince me or himself. "Well, tell me about it, stud," I coaxed him. "She takes it whenever she can... whenever she's not tired or busy." "How often is that? Once a week, a couple times a month?" I asked. "Sometimes that often... it depends," he replied. "That often?" I mocked. "You need your balls drained everyday," I assured him. His eyes widened at the thought of being serviced that often. "Trust me, Chas, I just want you to feel good," I stated. At this point, I moved up to my knees and took his left nipple in my mouth. He had a beautiful chest and I licked, sucked and lightly bit his left tit. As I worked my way to right nipple I stopped and slowly tongued the cleft made where his two pectoral muscles meet. His nipples were small, tight circles and they looked dark against his fair skin. I enjoyed teasing both of them simultaneously, one orally and the other manually. I could also tell he enjoyed the experience as I felt his manhood stir and rise to life under my stomach. Slowly, I kissed my way down his torso to his well developed belly. While he didn't have a six-pack, he did have the beginnings of one. Two of his abdominal muscles were very well defined and I circled each with my tongue. Next, I tongued his shallow belly button and started licking his happy trail of pubic hairs that lead to his gargantuan member. I sat back on my heels a second and allowed his hands to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Then I saw what I had come for, his beautiful fully-erect penis fell out of his pants. The idea of conquest had always driven my sex life, and to consume and experience as many different cocks as possible was a goal of mine. But this prodigious phallus took the cake. It was perfectly sculpted: balls, shaft and head. The head was bulbous with a large opening capable of expelling untold amounts of semen. His shaft was so long and thick I was sure I was dreaming and had to taste it again to believe it. Finally, his balls were huge, dangling orbs that over-flowed with nectar that I just had to have. I dove down and started frantically licking his testicles. He squirmed with delight as my tongue darted from large ball to the other. I enjoyed tea-bagging him, taking one of his monstrous sperm factories in my mouth after the other. All the while his steel erection rubbed over my face, leaving his musk everywhere it touched. I grabbed the pole with my fist and stuck the fat head in my mouth. The taste was unbelievable as the soft, yet hard gland was tickled by my tongue. I then began bobbing up and down on his cock, taking a little more with each stroke. He was breathing hard and applying evermore force to the back of my head on down strokes. I believed I could taste his pre-cum so I stopped and sat back on heels, not wanting him to cum so soon. "Hey Chas, I want to change positions," I cooed at him. With that, I took off my clothes and lay on my back on the floor. Following my hint he mounted me in the 69 position, lowering his cock into mouth. In this position I could more easily deep- throat his rod and on down strokes his large balls covered my face. Meanwhile, I could feel his hot breath on my genitals. He panted as he fucked my mouth and the sensation was driving me wild. Best of all, however, was his longish hair falling on my testicles; the feeling was incredible. Finally he was working his piston in and out my face with increasing speed. I don't know if it was my desire for his tool or the position we were in, but my gag reflex had disappeared and I was able to take each stroke all the way down my throat. His dick was now completely submerged in my mouth and I had a beautiful view of his ass. With a shout he came and I saw his taint pump with each shot of cum delivered down my throat. He stayed balls-deep in me, ass clinched, squeezing out more and more of his man seed. Then he withdrew his softening but still-massive member slowly from the depths of my gullet, and I thought my sore throat and split lips were completely worth it. He shakily got up to his hands and knees, his cock dangling over my face. It continued to leak little of strings of cum and I wanted to taste them. Hmmm... a little cold but still delicious, I thought. He moaned and shivered as I continued milking his dick. "Thanks," he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth and sitting on the carpet near my head. "That was unbelievable," he admitted. "You're quite welcomed Chas," I grinned at him. He sat for a moment, recovering from his earth shaking orgasm, and then he looked at me, "I guess it's time to pay the piper now." "You guessed it!" I said. "What do you want to do?" he asked. "Well, where would you rather take it, in your mouth or in your ass?" I quizzed. "Last time it hurt when I shit for three days," he whined. "Don't worry Chas-baby. Last time I popped your cherry, it will be smooth sailing from here on out," I replied. "If you're sure," he said. "Chas, would I lie to you?" I asked with my most innocent look. Before he could answer, I stood up and moved to where he was sitting on the floor. My erection stood, pointing at his face and I suggested, "Why don't you get it wet, just to be extra easy on your asshole?" He looked at my dick and then looked up hesitantly at my eyes and then back down to my dick before taking it into his mouth. It was nice to know that mine was the first cock he had sucked and that now I had experienced him in both holes. That said though, he was terrible at sucking cock - he needed to practice on a ketchup bottle or something. "That's enough Chas, I'm sure it's nice and lubricated," I assured him. "And lay on your side over here," I directed. Chas obliged and I spooned up behind, rubbing my cock up and down his ass checks. His perspiration and saliva was the only lube I wanted. I felt lotions and oils always ruined the smell of coitus that resulted from two men having sex. After a few trips up and down his ass crack, I positioned my dick at his warm, little hole. I grabbed the base of my cock and slowly started to shove the head into him. He tightened up at first and this only added to my ecstasy as I pushed pass the muscles trying to keep me out of his bum. My dickhead entered his ass with a pop and he moaned. I continued pushing and my hard shaft slid into his body. I continued thrusting forward until in my cock was into its hilt, and again he cried out. Next, I slowly started rocking in and out, enjoying my hard cock between his hard ass checks and his choking asshole. He was so tight, and his sphincter muscle only reluctantly let me go with every out stroke. Being in the spoon position, I was holding his left leg up to give me access to his love hole, but then I decided to grab his third leg. Letting go of his leg, I reached down and took his massive member into my hand. It was lying limply on its side and still leaking cum onto the carpet. I began stoking his cock in rhythm to my fucking his ass. I picked up speed and was plowing into him and jerking with cock faster and faster. His dick, which was so heavy and bigger than mine even while his was flaccid, began to regain its rigidity. He moved his left hand up to his nipples and began stimulating them while I fucked him. I was glad to see Chas enjoying himself; I know I certainly was. I was now wailing away at his asshole with all the force I could muster. And I never left go of cock: stroking, pulling and choking it for another load of his semen. Finally, I roared as my orgasm filled him with my seed. Just after I pumped my last shot into him and my cock began to soften, he reached another orgasm and his entire body clinched with reaction. His prostate gland and ass muscles smothered my cock deep inside him and milked out the last of my boy batter. Still spooned up behind him, I rubbed his semen into his hard belly. I asked, "Did you enjoy it this time, Chas?" "Yeah! I mean it was okay..." Chas said changing his story. "Good, I thought it was okay, too," I replied. I got up and began putting my clothes on. Chas did the same. We had just finished when the door opened and his live-in girlfriend walked in. She stopped in the doorway, holding several large shopping bags and staring at us blankly. "Hey, honey..." Chas began. "You smell... it's stinky in here," she interrupted. "Sorry, honey, we were working out... at the gym... in the clubhouse... we just got back," Chas stuttered. "This is the guy I told you about... he lives in this apartment complex and likes to work out, too." His girlfriend said, "You didn't tell me about any guy." I bet you didn't, Chas, I thought. "Oh... uhhh..." Chas searched for a response. "Well," I interrupted, "thanks for being my workout buddy today Chas. We'll have to do it again, sometime real soon." Chas looked at me nervously, hoping his girlfriend would continue to mistake the heavy smell of sex in the air for regular man-sweat. "Okay... whatever...Chuck, you need to take a shower and I need to light a candle... my mom is coming over in a little while," his girlfriend informed him. "That's great, baby," Chas offered. At that point, I excused myself and made for the door. Chuck... I mean Chas was a real find. I was happy to have made his acquaintance... twice now.