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A k** from down the shore, Gary, was here at my cottage to earn some money for university by helping me with some outdoor cleanup. He was nice, friendly, and really easy on the eyes. Very shy .... or so I thought. Tall, lanky, ribs and abs prominent, long stringy hair, a little ungainly in his movements. Looked great in a blue speedo, long lithe legs, cute tight ass, a moderate but tempting bulge in front. I would have enjoyed his company, and his body, but there were decades between us. So I just looked - carefully - from time to time, and dreamed a little.
Later I was tired, sat in a folding chair. Gary jumped in the lake, and I watched his body openly as he swam and sported. When he came out, I was flexing my shoulders which were a bit sore. Gary came over and said "I can massage your shoulders if you like; I know how". It was fine with me, of course, so he stood behind me and started. He did know his stuff, and was gentle. I sighed, and my head moved back in relaxation. I didn't realize it at first, but I was resting against his crotch. I drifted a bit, but then became aware of a hardness against me ... and that we were moving together in a slow rhythm. I just barely avoided a jerk, a start, as I realized that his cock was pressing against my head, and that he was, in effect, humping my head. My own cock sprang to attention, fortunately hidden in looser shorts.
What do to now? O so slowly I turned my head towards his hips. His gentle undulations continued, so now he was thrusting against my ear, then my cheek. And finally, the moment of truth; his cock which seemed to be becoming harder, was just touching my lips.
I opened my mouth just little and pressed my lips against his member. We both groaned. Our secrets and our wants were out in the open. And then Gary was not shy, not at all. He moved round to the front of the chair, standing proud in front of me, his hardness a straight long and bold bulge in the blue speedo, right before my eyes. One hand on his hard ass, I moved his crotch to my mouth again, this time embracing his cock with my lips, then licking along his length. From then it was fast. I heard a half cry, half grunt, then his speedo was down, his cock was out. I didn't have any time to appreciate it then - that came later; he had a nice one - cause first it was grinding against my lips, then it was in my mouth thrusting. I give pretty good head, but my skills were not needed. I was just a receptacle, a warm sucking place.
He came in a few seconds. His body began to tremble, I could hear little cries, his hips were thrusting, I was close to choking and then came the cum. Waves of it, faster than I could savour or swallow, it was pouring down my chin. By then we were in unison, both my hands on his ass, moving together to harvest his seed. Then he was done, the thrusting stopped, his lovely cock at the back of my throat, his groin pressed against my mouth, thick pubic hair pricking my face, my nose filled with the smell of his sweat and his sex. I could have stayed there forever, the tastes, smells, and feelings were so good. And it was just a wonderful feeling to be taken that way, to be mastered by his body.
As he pulled out, I was thinking that that was it, that was all. And it really was enough, even though my cock was rock hard and my balls were begging for release. But we were just getting started. We looked at each other, both a little stunned with the force and the passion. I wore my most goofy smile, because I was a happy man.
Gary still looked shy, eyes averted, but bold as brass tossed his speedos, and lay down on his stomach in the long soft grass, on his towel. Even from the backside, his body was a gorgeous sight to behold. Hair loose around his shoulders suggested something to grab in passion. His shoulders were not wide but angular; his back showed ribs, tapering to his narrow waist. Some would have said his ass was too small, it was no bubble butt. But to me, those lean hard muscles made me think of how deep I could get inside him. And they flowed into his never ending long legs, wiry but muscled, dark hair ornamenting his smooth skin. Those lovely legs were a little spread, that gorgeous ass just raised a touch. The invitation was clear enough, but it became an insistence when he used his hands to spread his cheeks to show his treasure. His crack was hairy, but the jewel, the future home of my cock, was sweetly pert and pink.
I could have fainted; it was as if I'd ascended into paradise. In other circumstances, I might have taken the time to appreciate even to worship his body. But his needs were urgent, as were mine.
Still I had at least to lick and taste his essence. I knelt before his ass, and moved into kiss, to lick, to thrust with my tongue. A low moan told me that was good for him, as did his hips moving against my face, then his hands reaching back and pushing me to him. I could taste the sweat of his earlier passion and the musk of his passage to paradise. And then his opening, his hole, was itself pulsing, moving in rhythm with my tongue. I could have glued my face to his ass forever, but his hands then pulled me up his body. I barely had time to take off my clothes.
As a lover I like to be gentle in entering my bottom's ass. Gary had other ideas. I just had the tip of my cock stretching his entry when he jerked his ass up, popping his own cherry. He gave a little scream as I passed the barrier, and I eased back the pressure. But once again he raised his ass to me, thrusting me into him, and I was halfway in. Once again he screamed, but this time I pushed in myself, sliding my cock into his love nest. Gary moaned and said "Daddy, daddy" as my groin fused with his hard buttocks, as my cock found its home deep within him. There was little doubt now; I was in paradise. His hole was tight, wet and welcoming, his ass muscles seemed to massage my member.
I knew I couldn't last, that orgasm was imminent. Any embarrassment was lost as Gary said "Fill me Daddy, make me yours". We moved together in a beautiful dance, my thrusts firm but easy, every one met by a willing welcoming ass. My orgasm was huge, I could feel the cum pouring from me, but it was also gentle, just a loving merging of our bodies. It seemed so right, so natural. I was moaning "Gary, Gary", as I slowly collapsed onto him. My hands found his face, stroking him. He took my fingers in his mouth, licked my palms. We lay still for a while, till finally I eased out of him (Couldn't I live there forever?) and lay beside him, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, almost gone.
Yet still we hadn't kissed. My lips knew his cock, and his ass, but not his lips, his tongue. Now was the time for our first kiss. Our eyes locked, our heads moved together, our lips met, soft little lip strokings. I was loving it, but a bit weak. Not my Gary, who was just getting going. His kisses increased in intensity. I just opened to him, feeling owned, taken. Soon his tongue was probing my mouth, thrashing mine. He started fucking my mouth with his tongue, licking my teeth, pushing his spit into my mouth. I just opened to him, tasting his saliva (yum!), loving the penetration. Soon his mouth and his tongue were exploring my face. My cheeks were wet with his spit, my ears clogged with it. He sucked the snot from my nose then pushed his own spit it. My face was ravished.
I moaned in loss when he moved away, but my regret was short lived. His powerful tongue harvested the sweat from my arm pits, lashed my nipples and then went down. I couldn't believe I was hard again and I thought I was going to get a major blow job. He just took me in his mouth for a brief intense moment, raising further my desire, but he had his own mission. Lifting up my hips, first he licked my groin, then spread my legs to taste and wet the sweat on my groin, and then came to my balls.
When a man's mouth is on my balls I feel totally vulnerable. I tensed a little as his tongue and lips explored. Gary felt it and said "I love you Daddy". As I relaxed, he took one testicle, then the other, then both in his mouth. At that moment I truly became his slave. He was gentle with his tongue and his sucking. I was pretty sure I was leaking pre-cum, but I couldn't be sure floating in a sea of pleasure. Then his mouth, and his tongue found my hole. I began to whimper, to groan. I can't remember ever wanting to be fucked so much. My hands went to his head, holding him to me as his tongue circled and licked. One finger went in, then two, then three. I'd never been fisted but if that's what he wanted I was game. I was wet, I was ready.
He stopped, raised himself up, looked down on the whimpering, pleading old man looking up at him, begging to be fucked. "Do you love me, Daddy?" I could barely groan "Gary, Gary". "Are you my bitch, Daddy? Say it". All resistance, all pride was gone. "I'm your bitch Gary; please fuck me, please". He rolled me over like a sack of potatoes, off the towel onto the prickly weeds. I was waiting to be penetrated, but again his mouth found my hole. And then his teeth found my ass. He bit - hard - really hard, drawing blood. I yelped. "You're my bitch now". He rolled me back, raise my legs, came down on me. His cock knew where my hole was and he entered in one steady unstoppable thrust. O God it hurt so much. I gasped, my eyes bugged out, I almost choked. My orgasm was immediate, my ecstasy indescribable.
I was too far gone to remember all of how he fucked me. I know it went on forever, that I was mostly passive, totally spent, just floating. I became a part of his body, He was pressed against me, our skin joined, our sweat mingling. My face was soaking from his kisses. As he built to his climax, I joined in more, wrapping my legs around him, holding his ass. His body started to tremble, his moves were less controlled. His mouth was near my ear, whispering "Bitch, bitch". His final thrusts took my breath away. He collapsed on top of me, heaving, our bodies wet with sweat mixed with my cum. What a beautiful moment.
When he was ready, he pulled out - not fast but paying no heed to my little moans of loss. He put my legs down, then spread his own to straddle my chest, his spent cock, wet with our juices, inches from my face. On the way he scooped my sperm and spread it on my face.
Then he pissed on me. At first I turned away, tried to move, and then I realized that this was part of being his bitch. I took his stream in my face, strong, stinking, pungent. What possessed me then I don't know but I put his cock, still pissing into my mouth, accepting his dominance. Tastes of piss, cum and ass juices. What I couldn't swallow ran down my face. I looked up at him, adoration in my eyes. He was grinning.
"You'll do" he said, and with that he got up, ran into the water to rinse off, put on his speedos, said "Later dude", and left for his own cottage. There I was, exhausted, sore, lying on the ground naked, covered in piss, cum and spit - and O so very very satisfied. I hobbled to my cottage, showered, and slept. If this was a one-time stand then it was one time that I would remember forever. But once you're a bitch, you have duties, as I would find out for the rest of the summer.
Later I was tired, sat in a folding chair. Gary jumped in the lake, and I watched his body openly as he swam and sported. When he came out, I was flexing my shoulders which were a bit sore. Gary came over and said "I can massage your shoulders if you like; I know how". It was fine with me, of course, so he stood behind me and started. He did know his stuff, and was gentle. I sighed, and my head moved back in relaxation. I didn't realize it at first, but I was resting against his crotch. I drifted a bit, but then became aware of a hardness against me ... and that we were moving together in a slow rhythm. I just barely avoided a jerk, a start, as I realized that his cock was pressing against my head, and that he was, in effect, humping my head. My own cock sprang to attention, fortunately hidden in looser shorts.
What do to now? O so slowly I turned my head towards his hips. His gentle undulations continued, so now he was thrusting against my ear, then my cheek. And finally, the moment of truth; his cock which seemed to be becoming harder, was just touching my lips.
I opened my mouth just little and pressed my lips against his member. We both groaned. Our secrets and our wants were out in the open. And then Gary was not shy, not at all. He moved round to the front of the chair, standing proud in front of me, his hardness a straight long and bold bulge in the blue speedo, right before my eyes. One hand on his hard ass, I moved his crotch to my mouth again, this time embracing his cock with my lips, then licking along his length. From then it was fast. I heard a half cry, half grunt, then his speedo was down, his cock was out. I didn't have any time to appreciate it then - that came later; he had a nice one - cause first it was grinding against my lips, then it was in my mouth thrusting. I give pretty good head, but my skills were not needed. I was just a receptacle, a warm sucking place.
He came in a few seconds. His body began to tremble, I could hear little cries, his hips were thrusting, I was close to choking and then came the cum. Waves of it, faster than I could savour or swallow, it was pouring down my chin. By then we were in unison, both my hands on his ass, moving together to harvest his seed. Then he was done, the thrusting stopped, his lovely cock at the back of my throat, his groin pressed against my mouth, thick pubic hair pricking my face, my nose filled with the smell of his sweat and his sex. I could have stayed there forever, the tastes, smells, and feelings were so good. And it was just a wonderful feeling to be taken that way, to be mastered by his body.
As he pulled out, I was thinking that that was it, that was all. And it really was enough, even though my cock was rock hard and my balls were begging for release. But we were just getting started. We looked at each other, both a little stunned with the force and the passion. I wore my most goofy smile, because I was a happy man.
Gary still looked shy, eyes averted, but bold as brass tossed his speedos, and lay down on his stomach in the long soft grass, on his towel. Even from the backside, his body was a gorgeous sight to behold. Hair loose around his shoulders suggested something to grab in passion. His shoulders were not wide but angular; his back showed ribs, tapering to his narrow waist. Some would have said his ass was too small, it was no bubble butt. But to me, those lean hard muscles made me think of how deep I could get inside him. And they flowed into his never ending long legs, wiry but muscled, dark hair ornamenting his smooth skin. Those lovely legs were a little spread, that gorgeous ass just raised a touch. The invitation was clear enough, but it became an insistence when he used his hands to spread his cheeks to show his treasure. His crack was hairy, but the jewel, the future home of my cock, was sweetly pert and pink.
I could have fainted; it was as if I'd ascended into paradise. In other circumstances, I might have taken the time to appreciate even to worship his body. But his needs were urgent, as were mine.
Still I had at least to lick and taste his essence. I knelt before his ass, and moved into kiss, to lick, to thrust with my tongue. A low moan told me that was good for him, as did his hips moving against my face, then his hands reaching back and pushing me to him. I could taste the sweat of his earlier passion and the musk of his passage to paradise. And then his opening, his hole, was itself pulsing, moving in rhythm with my tongue. I could have glued my face to his ass forever, but his hands then pulled me up his body. I barely had time to take off my clothes.
As a lover I like to be gentle in entering my bottom's ass. Gary had other ideas. I just had the tip of my cock stretching his entry when he jerked his ass up, popping his own cherry. He gave a little scream as I passed the barrier, and I eased back the pressure. But once again he raised his ass to me, thrusting me into him, and I was halfway in. Once again he screamed, but this time I pushed in myself, sliding my cock into his love nest. Gary moaned and said "Daddy, daddy" as my groin fused with his hard buttocks, as my cock found its home deep within him. There was little doubt now; I was in paradise. His hole was tight, wet and welcoming, his ass muscles seemed to massage my member.
I knew I couldn't last, that orgasm was imminent. Any embarrassment was lost as Gary said "Fill me Daddy, make me yours". We moved together in a beautiful dance, my thrusts firm but easy, every one met by a willing welcoming ass. My orgasm was huge, I could feel the cum pouring from me, but it was also gentle, just a loving merging of our bodies. It seemed so right, so natural. I was moaning "Gary, Gary", as I slowly collapsed onto him. My hands found his face, stroking him. He took my fingers in his mouth, licked my palms. We lay still for a while, till finally I eased out of him (Couldn't I live there forever?) and lay beside him, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, almost gone.
Yet still we hadn't kissed. My lips knew his cock, and his ass, but not his lips, his tongue. Now was the time for our first kiss. Our eyes locked, our heads moved together, our lips met, soft little lip strokings. I was loving it, but a bit weak. Not my Gary, who was just getting going. His kisses increased in intensity. I just opened to him, feeling owned, taken. Soon his tongue was probing my mouth, thrashing mine. He started fucking my mouth with his tongue, licking my teeth, pushing his spit into my mouth. I just opened to him, tasting his saliva (yum!), loving the penetration. Soon his mouth and his tongue were exploring my face. My cheeks were wet with his spit, my ears clogged with it. He sucked the snot from my nose then pushed his own spit it. My face was ravished.
I moaned in loss when he moved away, but my regret was short lived. His powerful tongue harvested the sweat from my arm pits, lashed my nipples and then went down. I couldn't believe I was hard again and I thought I was going to get a major blow job. He just took me in his mouth for a brief intense moment, raising further my desire, but he had his own mission. Lifting up my hips, first he licked my groin, then spread my legs to taste and wet the sweat on my groin, and then came to my balls.
When a man's mouth is on my balls I feel totally vulnerable. I tensed a little as his tongue and lips explored. Gary felt it and said "I love you Daddy". As I relaxed, he took one testicle, then the other, then both in his mouth. At that moment I truly became his slave. He was gentle with his tongue and his sucking. I was pretty sure I was leaking pre-cum, but I couldn't be sure floating in a sea of pleasure. Then his mouth, and his tongue found my hole. I began to whimper, to groan. I can't remember ever wanting to be fucked so much. My hands went to his head, holding him to me as his tongue circled and licked. One finger went in, then two, then three. I'd never been fisted but if that's what he wanted I was game. I was wet, I was ready.
He stopped, raised himself up, looked down on the whimpering, pleading old man looking up at him, begging to be fucked. "Do you love me, Daddy?" I could barely groan "Gary, Gary". "Are you my bitch, Daddy? Say it". All resistance, all pride was gone. "I'm your bitch Gary; please fuck me, please". He rolled me over like a sack of potatoes, off the towel onto the prickly weeds. I was waiting to be penetrated, but again his mouth found my hole. And then his teeth found my ass. He bit - hard - really hard, drawing blood. I yelped. "You're my bitch now". He rolled me back, raise my legs, came down on me. His cock knew where my hole was and he entered in one steady unstoppable thrust. O God it hurt so much. I gasped, my eyes bugged out, I almost choked. My orgasm was immediate, my ecstasy indescribable.
I was too far gone to remember all of how he fucked me. I know it went on forever, that I was mostly passive, totally spent, just floating. I became a part of his body, He was pressed against me, our skin joined, our sweat mingling. My face was soaking from his kisses. As he built to his climax, I joined in more, wrapping my legs around him, holding his ass. His body started to tremble, his moves were less controlled. His mouth was near my ear, whispering "Bitch, bitch". His final thrusts took my breath away. He collapsed on top of me, heaving, our bodies wet with sweat mixed with my cum. What a beautiful moment.
When he was ready, he pulled out - not fast but paying no heed to my little moans of loss. He put my legs down, then spread his own to straddle my chest, his spent cock, wet with our juices, inches from my face. On the way he scooped my sperm and spread it on my face.
Then he pissed on me. At first I turned away, tried to move, and then I realized that this was part of being his bitch. I took his stream in my face, strong, stinking, pungent. What possessed me then I don't know but I put his cock, still pissing into my mouth, accepting his dominance. Tastes of piss, cum and ass juices. What I couldn't swallow ran down my face. I looked up at him, adoration in my eyes. He was grinning.
"You'll do" he said, and with that he got up, ran into the water to rinse off, put on his speedos, said "Later dude", and left for his own cottage. There I was, exhausted, sore, lying on the ground naked, covered in piss, cum and spit - and O so very very satisfied. I hobbled to my cottage, showered, and slept. If this was a one-time stand then it was one time that I would remember forever. But once you're a bitch, you have duties, as I would find out for the rest of the summer.
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