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Arrow (mm)
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Subject: ARCHIVE: arrow.Z
This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.
Requests for just about anything concerning these posts will be ignored.
I met Karen where I work and we quickly became friends. That got me an
introduction to her husband, John. Karen's a good-looking woman, but
Johnny has handsome as a model. He's a physical therapist and I
seriously considered breaking my leg to get him to massage my body. Of
course, I didn't do it.
What I did do, instead, was fantasize about John's naked body. I saw
him as perfection from top to bottom, and he had the ideal cock for my
mouth and my ass.
I tend to get hooked on straight guys over and over again. I guess
there's a certain alluring quality about the unobtainable. And if is
safe. Theres no risk of feeling rejection when I wouldn't be so dumb
as to think I had something no straight man could resist. So, I dreamt
of John's hunky body being in my arms, though I believed it could never
be.
Then, some friends of ours went off to Europe for a couple of weeks and
Karen and John were asked to take care of their house on the lake.
They invited me up for the weekend and, wouldn't you know it, that was
my Saturday to work at the office! I work one Saturday per month, and
that had to be it!
I drove up to the lake after work and couldn't wait for Sunday to
arrive. if I couldn't see John naked, I at least wanted to see him in
his swim trunks, even if Karen was right there with us.
The three of us enjoyed a fantastically relaxing eveningtalking,
playing cards, eating, drinking and watching The Rocky Horror Picture
Show. We went to bed well after midnight and I had a difficult time
getting to sleep. I couldn't hear anything, but I just knew John and
Karen were fucking. Straining to hear the bed squeak, I imagined
John's cock hard and pounding Karen's box.
The next morning, I found them already up when I made my way to the
kitchen. Karen looked dressed for work. My heart skipped a beat when
I learned she was going to church and John was staying behind to keep
me company.
When Karen left, John and I took our coffee into the living room and
shared the Sunday paper, Then, John suggested we go for a swim. But,
in my rush to get to the lake, I neglected to bring a pair of swim
trunks with me.
"You came to the lake without trunks?" John asked with a grin.
"Pretty stupid, huh?"
"Well, Bill should have a pair that might fit you. Come on, let's take
a look."
Bill owned the house and was at least thirty pounds heavier than me. I
wasn't convinced a pair of his trunks could be cinched tight enough to
stay around my skinny waist. I followed John into the master bedroom
anyway. And Bill's trunks were too big for me,
"Here, wear mine. I think Bill's will fit me better than you," John
conceded, and tossed me his bathing suit.
As soon as John started to undress, I knew I was in trouble. I felt a
hot stirring in my crotch that meant the beginning of an erection.
Somehow, I had to hide my growing excitement. If I stripped slowly
enough, I thought, maybe John would leave the room before my dick got
too big. No such luck, though. He pulled his shirt up over his head,
giving me my first look at his chest, and that did it! My cock shot
straight up!
John stood facing me. Soft, brown hair covered his pecs, swirled
around his tan nipples, then narrowed into a thick line that ran down
his stomach. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt as John got out of his
sneakers and socks.
He was still facing me when he reached for his belt buckle. I drew in
a long, deep breath to steady my trembling fingers. I still managed to
tie my shoelaces into a knot. But that was just the delay I needed to
keep my crotch covered as I watched John's jeans travel down his hairy
thighs, past his knees and down to his ankles.
I stared at the full pouch of his shorts. My blood raced through my
veins. I couldn't believe I was about to see raw cock. I sat on the
edge of the bed, dropped my shoes to the floor and fumbled with my
socks. John's thumbs slid beneath the elastic waistband of his
underwear and he pushed them downward. Time seemed to stop as, inch by
inch, the jockeys slipped down his abdomen and I spied an explosion of
curly brown pubic hair.
It seemed another eternity before a wide expanse of white cock flashed
in front of my eyes. And it appeared his dick would never end, that he
was all shaft and no knob. Finally, his shorts slipped off the end of
his prick and revealed his entire length. His underwear kept traveling
downward, but I locked my gaze onto his cock.
John's freed meat was nearly as perfect as I had imagined. Broad, tan
and long, his dick was circumcised. Then, . shock gripped me by the
throat when I realized his cock couldn't possibly be soft. His fat
girth angled away from his nuts much too far for his dick to be limp.
He was hard, tool
I forced my eyes to look up John's body to find him smiling. I
couldn't figure out what was going on. He was obviously aroused, but I
didn't know why.
"Karen won't give head," he said, his hands playing in his crotch to
flip his balls around. "This is the act of a desperate man. I need a
good blow job."
I couldn't believe my ears, or my eyes. Karen knew I was gay and she
had apparently told John. He assumed that just because I was gay I'd
want to suck his cock. I did, but his assumption showed the size of
his ego. I didn't care about that, though, only about the size of his
meat. I wanted his dick sliding down my throat too badly to let
anything get in the way.
His cock hardened the more he played with it. It was as straight as an
arrow and pointing directly at my gaping mouth. Suddenly, John turned
around as if embarrassed by his steadily rising erection. He said,
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that. God, what a jerk! just
because. . ."
"Don't be sorry," I said. "I'll suck you off, if that's what you
want."
He turned back around, his hand pressing his dick to his abdomen.
"But you'll have to let go of it," I said, inching forward on the bed
to place my face closer to his crotch.
John removed his hand, let his cock fall forward and stepped between my
thighs. I could smell his excitement as I brought my hands up his legs
and into his crotch. I closed one hand around his balls, the other
around his wide base. Just touching his warm skin sent a chill through
my body.
Quickly, I put my mouth around his prick and drew his cockhead onto my
tongue. John gasped. I licked the broad helmet lodged between my lips
and tasted what Karen never would. I wanted to spend hours making love
to his knob, but John had other plans. He pushed forward, sending his
hard rod further into my mouth.
I fondled his balls as my lips coursed over his smooth shaft. I
stopped his cock before his knob slipped into my throat. I needed to
play with his dick before I got serious about getting him off. I had
him now, but wasn't sure I'd ever have him again. I meant to take full
advantage of the moment.
My tongue curled around his wide girth, my lips moving slowly, my teeth
barely pressed to his firm flesh. His cockhead sat at the entrance to
my throat, leaking, greasing the way for his eventual drive into it. I
sucked to close my cheeks around his captured cock. I could feel his
legs tremble as I held his meat in my drooling mouth. His sighs
deepened and he shook more fiercely. Then he eased me back on the bed,
his dick planted in my mouth, and straddled my chest. Fast action was
about to begin.
I moved my hands to the backs of his thighs, opened my throat and
prepared myself to receive his entire length. John was in control now
and I instinctively knew he wouldn't go slowly. My loving blow job was
about to become a sizzling fuck, my throat the target of his pounding
thrusts.
He pulled his cockhead up to my lips. I gripped his thighs in
anticipation of a flying drive through my mouth. His body lowered, not
with the speed I had assumed, but fast enough to erase any thoughts of
slowing his progress. He didn't stop until his pubic bush tickled my
nose and my lips sat locked around his base. He had gotten all the way
inside me, but it wasn't a comfortable fit.
I pressed on his thighs, got him to slide up on the bed so I could
angle my head and give him a straight shot down my throat. He rocked
his hips, flopped his nuts from one side of my neck to the other,
getting his bearings. His shaft moved between my lips, but half of it
and all his nob sat firmly within the narrow sleeve caressing his
girth. It was hard to breathe, so I pushed up. on his hips to get the
action started.
John pulled up, then immediately plowed back into my face. It was
obvious he was anxious to cum. He began with short strokes, his knob
hardly leaving my throat before leaping back in. At his present speed,
hi's dick would release his load in no time.
Since I couldn't control the speed of his plunging prick, I used my
hands to explore the sensual pleasures of his body. I massaged his ass
with my fingers, my palms flattening onto his muscled butt to circle
over his tensed flesh. Rubbing up and down the smooth contour of his
rear, I couldn't resist slipping my fingers into his crack. When John
didn't resist my entrance, I played down his crevice until I reached
the bottom of his buns. His legs then inched across the bed to open
his crotch, as though he wanted me to continue toying with his
asshole. But, whether he wanted me to or not, I circled my fingers
around the rim of his hole.
John grunted softly and finally slowed the speed of his thrusting
cock. I was overjoyed at the new, gliding pace of his dick. His hips
rose up to further widen his crack, his asshole loose as if to invite
me inside.
I didn't enter him, afraid that finger-fucking his ass would be one
step too many for this straight man to handle. I was thrilled to have
his dick stroke through my mouth.
The slowness of his smoothly sliding prick allowed me to suck on his
tasty meat. I was so excited, I came in my jeans. The orgasm took me
totally by surprise! Hot jizz poured into my underwear and my whole
body froze around my spitting load. John kept fucking my mouth as I
groaned in ecstasy. It was a short orgasm and I soon returned my
concentration to sucking cock.
John quickened his strokes. His rhythm was steady, his girth squeezing
in and out of my tight tunnel. I lowered my hands in his crotch and
rubbed the thick ridge that connected his cock to his asshole. He
seemed to like that, lowering his hips to shorten his strides and to
once more keep his cockhead in my throat.
Shortly after that, John fucked with greater speed. He didn't pound
into my face, but pumped his cock faster and faster. His balls wobbled
over my Adam's apple and my hands went crazy on his butt. Then, he
suddenly lunged forward, buried his dick deeply down my throat, and
stilled. Panting rapidly, his body quivering, he shot off, his cum
erupting into my throat.
I tried to sink my head deeper into the mattress, to get his knob up
from my throat into my mouth. John moved with me, keeping his cockhead
fully down my gullet. I'd have to taste his cum some other time.
When his dick stopped spitting, I didn't want him to pull out of my
mouth. I massaged his shaft with my lips, trying to make the
experience last longer. But slowly John withdrew his glistening prick
and laid down on the bed beside me.
"Karen doesn't know what she's missing!" I said as soon as my mouth was
unstuffed.
"Maybe not, but don't tell her. We'll keep this between you and me,"
No problem! Any time you want to do this again, just let me know. My
mouth is yours!"
We never did go swimming!
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