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Sandra and I had been lovers for only six months and were still "feeling each other out" as it were; getting to know each others little quirks and kinks, what buttons to push and when. She had stumbled onto my lust of anal stimulation early on in our relationship ... actually we had both discovered each other's erotic rectums at the same time. She hadn't objected when I slipped a finger into her ass while eating her and was more than delighted to return the favor, in fact she was thrilled at the huge amount of semen her probing digits had produced. While it was never a "must do" part of our love-making, manual and oral anal stimulation of one another became a regular item when it came to foreplay and an occasional kinky aside to "normal" copulation. Sodomy had never something I insisted on performing on her, but when asked I was more than eager to please her. OK, there was something thrilling about seeing my cock slipping into her "forbidden" orifice and when on occasion there was a vibrator in her ass while I was fucking her "fit me like a glove" pussy, well, the sensation was as incredible for me as it was for her. Sandra also found great delight in using a dildo on me while she sucked my cock. The evening after my raunchy bookstore encounter, when we returned to my place after our date, was when she discovered my other hidden kink... We had just finished fucking like there was no tomorrow, I lay there exhausted and content after having left vast amounts of my sperm in her wonderful pussy and on her pale white skin while Sandra went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. She returned in a few minutes with a hot, wet washcloth to tend to my temporarily satiated cock and a curious look on her face. Kneeling between my thighs she draped the steamy cloth over my cock and with a very erotic touch she slowly began to wipe our lusty fluids from it. As the cloth covered my low-hanging balls, I heard her soft voice. "Ben, I have a question for you." I looked up at her with half-open eyes and asked, "What's that, Lover?" I felt her grip around my testicles tighten and saw her other hand clenched in a fist rise up and hover over my chest. Her fist opened and the sheer black panties that I had worn to bed last night dangled from her fingers before she dropped them on my chest. Her grip on my balls grew tighter. "I found these in your clothes-hamper; whose panties are they?" she asked. "Don't try to lie to me, you know I can see through you like a pane of glass." Well. I was busted and she was right; I never could lie to her and get away with it so I might as well come clean about it (I had wanted to for quite a while anyway). "They're mine," I said quietly. Her jaw hung slack and I felt her grip relaxing, as she knew I was speaking the truth. I proceeded to tell her about how when I was quite young I was introduced to wearing woman's lingerie by a "friend" (I won't go into the details here, as it may be inappropriate for this venue). "Show me," she said with a lecherous tone in her voice, "dress up for me and let me see how you look." "OK," I said, "but don't watch, I want to see the look on your face when you see me completely dressed for the first time." She took the panties from my chest and I eagerly sprang from the bed as she scooted around and faced away from me as I opened my lingerie drawer and began to quickly dress. I slipped into the same garter belt, hose and bra I had worn to the bookstore last night, but decided to forego the matching thong; I thought it would look more erotic without them. I topped off my ensemble with my sheer black nightgown, then told her to turn around and look. Her eyes and mouth opened wide and my cock began to stiffen as I posed for her. "Well, what do you think, honey?" I asked as I came closer to the bed. "I ... I think that I've never seen you looking sexier," she said softly as she slid off of the bed and came closer to me. "I've seen pictures of men wearing women's underwear and transsexuals and they've never done anything for me, but baby, you look so fuckin' hot! Not at all effeminate or like a sissy and I love seeing your hard cock through that sheer black nylon." Her hands reached out and slowly began touching me as she walked around me. My cock bobbed and dripped as she stood behind me and caressed my nylon covered ass and thighs, then she reached around me (still clutching my panties) and fondled my rock-hard nipples. "I've got one last question," she purred as she nibbled my ear. "If these are your panties, why is there dried sperm all over the crotch but none on the front where should have leaked?" Oh, shit, now I really was busted! There was nothing to do but tell her the whole truth and hope that it didn't destroy our relationship. We sat on the bed and I began telling her the whole story, and when I had finished telling her the tale of the youthful "incident" that had so strongly affected my sexuality we were both holding each other as tears ran down our cheeks. After we had composed ourselves, I continued telling her how in my late teens I had discovered the lusty and abundant pleasures that lay hidden in the darkened arcades of the adult bookstores. I had quickly become addicted to the hungry, willing mouths that had knelt before me and would often use them two or three or more times a week; where else could a young man with an out of control libido get a blow-job for the price of a few quarters dropped into a coin box. Soon I ventured to wear lingerie under my street clothes when I went to the arcades and was delighted to find that none of the hungry mouths were offended by the nylon and lace surprises that they found beneath my jeans; in fact, they were almost always turned on by it. As I continued with my confession we were both becoming incredibly aroused by it; her soft hand wrapped the sheer fabric of my nightgown around my drooling cock and she slowly stroked it as she urged me to tell her more. While well over ninety-nine percent of my sexual encounters at the arcades were strictly one-side oral sex, there had been a few times when I had unexpectedly been presented with an exceptional cock. Something in me had made me willingly take them in my mouth and deliver the same pleasure that I had taken from so many others. (I can count the number of times that I've sucked cock on one hand and still have enough fingers left over to hitchhike and pick my nose). Then there had been that first time when I had been standing in the darkened doorway of an arcade booth with my pants around my ankles while I fed my cock to a willing stranger. Someone walked up beside me and peered over my shoulder, murmuring lusty compliments as he watched the talented mouth swallowing my cock. I felt his hands kneading my ass and spreading my cheeks apart, then I felt the slippery head of his cock probing my anus. I took a big whiff from my bottle of Rush (which I had discovered from the first guy that sucked me off at the arcade) and my sphincter (already broken in from much self-abuse with my dildos) relaxed, and he slipped deep inside me. I filled my hungry cocksucker's mouth almost instantly and my convulsing ass quickly urged a thick load of semen from the cock deep inside me. While it was incredibly erotic, getting fucked in the ass at the arcade was something I rarely indulged in; I was a fucker for the most part, not a fuckee. "Oh, baby," Sandra moaned as she stroked my cock through my pre-come soaked nightgown, "that's so hot, so kinky and nasty. I always thought you might have been a little bi, just from the way you get off so well when I use a dildo on you." She pushed me back on the bed and straddled one of my nylon-covered thighs, rubbing her pussy against it as she masturbated me faster. She leaned forward and grasped one of my hard little nipples in her fingers through the sheer material of my nightgown, pinching and rolling it between them as she humped my thigh. She slid up on my thigh and a shiver ran through her as the taut garter strap rubbed against her rigid clit; her shapely knees pressed hard against my crotch and I erupted through the sheer black nightgown. As the thick white stuff oozed through it and dribbled over her fist I felt her thighs clench around mine and felt the steamy heat of her cunt as she came against my thigh. She collapsed on top of me and nuzzled her face against my chest, moaning softly as she rubbed her face against my nightgown; she lifted her sperm-laden hand to my mouth and as I lapped the thick stuff from it another shivering orgasm ran through her body. We lay there for several minutes softly caressing each other, then I heard her soft voice saying something I never thought she would say. "I want to see another man getting you off while you're dressed like this." As her words slowly sank into my brain I felt the rush of blood into my cock; I rolled over and propped myself up on one elbow, pressing my pulsing cock against her thigh as I looked deep into her eyes. "Do you really, babe? Does the thought of watching some anonymous guy dropping my panties and sucking my cock turn you on?" Sandra pushed me back down, then lifted my nightgown as she straddled my waist and leaned over me. "Ben, I'm so turned on right now from just thinking about it," she said as she slipped back and impaled her sultry cunt on my cock, "almost as turned on about the idea as it seems you are." Later that evening we agreed that I would find a suitable person to debase for her lecherous delight; I was sure that I would enjoy searching for this person just as much as she thought she would enjoy the pending debauchery. Monday evening I set out in search of the lucky fellow, but the results were disappointing at best. After turning away several trolls and a few senior citizens, I finally allowed one prospective cocksucker to service me, but rejected him after he spat my come on the floor then wanted me to kiss him. Wednesday I went to a different arcade with much the same results; after almost two hours of being groped and fondled while watching non- stop porno I finally fed some eager youngster a thick load of come. I decided to try once more on Thursday night, again at a different arcade. After work I showered and got dressed, this time I decided to wear what I liked to call my "lucky" lingerie; I had received some of the most self-indulgent, over-the-top sloppy sex while wearing it that it had to be lucky. Forty-five minutes later I was getting out of my Toyota 4X4 in the bookstore parking lot. It was kind of busy that night; the lot was over half full. That could be a good thing (lots of horny cocksuckers) or it could be a bad thing (an arcade full of trolls and old men). I opened the door and went inside, checking out the lurkers as I walked up to the counter. There were about seven or eight males of various descriptions standing anxiously around the magazine racks; a couple of young looking Latinos, two guys who could have been retirees, another looked like he just crawled out of his cardboard box. The rest were your run of the mill nondescript white-collar type who were probably just looking for a cheap thrill. I slipped the stack of tokens into a pocket of my jacket and wandered into the murky arcade. This wasn't my favorite bookstore; it had about a dozen booths, mostly back to back with no gloryholes or peepholes, but it was nice and dark and close to home. Many of the booths were occupied, a few were out of order and there were the usual horny fuckers hanging out in the aisles. I made my way down the nearly pitch- black aisle toward an unoccupied booth and, after receiving a few "accidental" exploratory bumps along the way, I was finally leaning against the back of the booth dropping tokens into the coin box. The porn was pretty hot, I didn't even need to play with myself to become aroused, but the action wasn't happening like I wanted it to. After shooing away a couple of trolls and a few octogenarians, I was down to my last four tokens. Thinking that this was going to be just another disappointing evening, I dropped them into the coin box and decided just to dump my load on the floor and go home. I opened my fly, slipped my lace panties aside and released my swollen cock. Having been so turned on by the porn I knew that I would come in no time, so I teased a nipple and leisurely stroked my cock in anticipation of a slow, aching climax. I watched the hot porn flickering before me through half-closed eyes and lost myself in the erotic sensation of my masturbation. My cock was hard as steel and it glistened in the flickering light of the movie from the massive amount of pre-come that was lubing it. A soft voice jolted me out of my ecstatic little world. "Nice cock, how would you like to take it back to my place?" I stood up straight and instinctively covered my throbbing cock with my jacket. There at the entrance to my booth was a kind of average looking guy: thirty-something about five nine, medium weight with sandy brown hair. Not the threatening type at all, not the cop type either. He took a step toward me, reached out and ran a soft hand over my dripping meat. "I have an apartment about five minutes from here, what do you say?" Ah what the hell, I thought, it wasn't that late he seemed like the type that Sandra might get into watching suck me off. "Sure, why not," I said. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and pressed it into my hand. "Here's my address, I'll see you in about five, ok?" I assured him that I would be right behind him and he turned and left. I wedged my cock back into my panties and zipped up just as the movie shut off. Five minutes later I was pulling into an apartment parking lot across from a local community college just a few miles away from where I lived. I cruised around it until I had the numbers figured out then parked near his block of apartments. I climbed out of the little truck and headed straight for the stairs that led up to his place. The door opened less than two seconds after I knocked and the grinning stranger let me in. "Hi, my name's Dexter, but everyone calls me DH. Would you like something to drink?" he asked as I shucked off my jacket and tossed it on the nearby sofa. "Call me Ben," I said. "A scotch on the rocks would be nice or a beer, whichever you have." "Why don't you have a seat in the bedroom while I get your drink?" he said with a smile as he turned to go into the tiny kitchenette. "Make yourself comfortable." He disappeared into the kitchenette and I walked into what was obviously the bedroom. I could here the tinkling of ice as I took off my shoes and sat down on the bed that was covered with several large throw pillows. In a few seconds he came into the room and handed me a glass filled with a very generous amount of booze. I sipped my drink and he walked around the foot of the bed to a small credenza against the wall where he lit a candle. Then he left the bedroom and turned out the lights in the living room and kitchenette. When he returned he was unbuttoning his shirt. "Why don't you get undressed," he said as he walked around the bed. I sat my drink on the nightstand, stood up and unfastened my pants; as they were falling to the floor I stripped off my long-sleeved T-shirt, tossed it to the floor as stepped out of my pants. When I turned around he was facing away from me, sitting on the corner of the bed with his shirt off as he untied his shoes. His shoes hit the floor and he stood up and let his pants fall around his ankles. Still wearing his briefs, he turned around and faced me; I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head. "Holy shit!" was all he said. I was wearing a black damask bustier that held up my reinforced heel and toe stockings, and a pair of pre-come soaked stretch lace panties that showed my bulging cock off very nicely. "Holy shit, Ben!" he said again, "I wasn't expecting this at all. When I saw you at the arcade, and then getting out of your 4X4, I thought 'Lumber Jack Type,' but this, this is so ... so sexy!" He walked around the bed and came closer to me; the bulge in his briefs showed his approval. "So you like it, do you, DH?" I asked. I ran my hands over my chest and down to my thighs, then turned slowly around, giving him a good look at what he was getting. "Oh, yeah," he murmured, "I like it a lot." I reached out and put an arm around his shoulders. "Show me how much you like it baby," I said as I pulled his body against mine. I reached up and pulled one of the cups of my bustier down and pulled his face toward my erect nipple; he needed no prompting at all. His eager mouth enveloped my nipple, sending sparks of delight racing through my body. After he had wriggled out of his briefs, his hard cock pressed against mine through my panties and his hands began exploring my body. "Ahh...that's nice," I moaned as he hungrily devoured my nipple. His hands took hold of my ass and he thrust his cock against my soggy panties; he wasn't very well endowed, maybe five and a half inches at most, but it was very thick and rock-hard. I caressed his head as he gnawed at my nipples, his hands kneaded my ass and I reached up and tweaked one of his nipples; his teeth clamped sown harder on mine and a muffled throaty groan came from his mouth as his cock slid under my lace-covered balls. He leaned against me and the back of my knees hit the mattress, I sat down and he followed me with his mouth still latched onto my nipple. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back onto the bed and I reclined on one of the pillows, then he fell to his knees on the floor. Pushing my knees apart he nuzzled his face into my crotch, licking and sucking my balls and the shaft of my cock through my soggy panties. His hands slowly ran up the curves of my calves then caressed my knees; I slid my hands inside the cups of my bustier and rolled my nipples between my fingers. His hands were slowly working their way over my thighs; finally they passed over my hips and grasped the waistband of my panties. When he tugged at them, I lifted my ass and he pulled them down to my ankles. Sitting on the floor he took hold of my foot, lifted it out of the lacy wet nylon and held it to his face. His tongue ran over my instep and across my toes; he took them into his mouth and sucked them through the sheer black nylon, all the time moaning softly. His ravenous tongue fluttered over my ankle and followed a delightful trail up to my knee; my cock bobbed in the air and I watched as he sat my foot back on the floor and repeated the process to my other leg. He rose back to his knees, put his arms behind my knees and pulled me toward him until my ass was hanging off of the bed. Slowly he licked at my smooth shaven balls; my pulsing cock bounced off his nose as drops of pre-come slowly ran down its shaft. A sparkling drop of it dribbled onto my balls and his tongue slowly followed the glistening trail back to its source. A soft hand gently kneaded my balls as he ran the underside of his tongue over the oozing tip of my cock. I watched as his tongue lewdly washed over the head of my cock, then he took it between his lips and began slowly nursing on the swollen head. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, loosing myself the wonderfully erotic sensations that his mouth was delivering. Soft moans drifted up from my crotch as he pulled on my balls and I leaked thick streams of pre-come into his mouth. His free hand was still caressing my leg, then it slowly made its way up my body until it found the top of my bustier; I pulled the cup down and he immediately seized the nipple and began rolling it firmly between his fingers. More pre-come leaked from my cock and he lowered his mouth over the shaft, taking it all in until my fat head was resting against the back of his throat. His tongue danced around my throbbing meat as he slowly worked his mouth up and down the shaft. He let it slip out of his mouth and let it slide wetly over his face, then swallowed it again and forced it deep into his mouth. The head hit his throat again, he paused and I heard him gag slightly, then the muscles of his throat began to relax and I slid deeper into it. He pumped my cock into his throat, working the muscles around it, taking it in until his nose was buried in my pubic hair. He would deep-throat me for a few seconds with his tongue washing over my balls (it was so long I could have sworn that he could have tongued my ass while he swallowed my cock), come up for a gasp of air and then drive my meat back into his talented throat. I think he could sense that I was getting pretty close; he let my cock slip from his mouth again then lifted my knees up to my chest and as he grabbed my cock he rolled me onto my side. "Hold your knees to you chest for me, Ben." I did as he asked and wrapped my arms around my knees, curling up into a ball on the bed with my cock and balls protruding from between my thighs. As he slowly teased my engorged cock with his fingers, he began licking and kissing my ass. He ran his tongue slowly down the crack, barely touching the hole, then wickedly taunting my balls. He went back along the same route and repeated this over and over until I was absolutely crazed with lust. Without warning he rolled me onto my back and buried his face between my saliva-covered cheeks. His wallowed face between them, slurping and sucking my anus with my balls draped over his nose. I felt his tongue touching my juicy puckered hole, he grabbed my cheeks and spread the far apart and the tip of his tongue entered me. Slowly he fucked my ass with the tip of his tongue; I could feel huge amounts of pre-come oozing out the tip of my cock and hear his muffled sighs when it dripped onto his face. His tongue slid further inside me and paused, wiggling it around my sphincter as I moaned with delight and then he drove it in deep. I rolled my head around moaning and groaning as it slid in and out of me. It felt like he had at least three or four inches of tongue up my ass and he really knew what to do with it, too. I lay there squirming and groaning with an almost continuous flow of pre-cum pouring from my cock as he deep-tongued my horny ass. His talented tongue popped out of my ass and slowly slathered its way across the area between my sopping hole and my balls. A low moan came from me as it moved wetly over my balls; he sucked into his mouth I let out with a loud, "oh yeah!" His lips locked around it and he stretched it away from my crotch as his tongue swirled around it. After a few minutes he let it slip from his mouth and quickly swallowed its mate. I lay there, writhing in ecstasy as he relentlessly assaulted my semen filled testicles; my throbbing cock felt like a piece of cast-iron. He had just released my tormented nut and was working his way up the shaft of my cock when there was a knock at his front door. He casually lifted his head and looked at the clock beside the bed. "Oh, shit," he said, "that's my Wednesday nine o'clock. Hang on, I won't be a second." He stood up and went into the living room; I collapsed with my sprawled legs hanging off the side of the bed and my rock hard meat pulsing in the air. In just a few seconds he came back into the room ... with another guy! The new person looked like the typical college type; goatee, pierced ears, baseball hat and baggy shorts. Neither of them said a word; the new guy looked at me curiously, then dropped his shorts and lay back on the bed with his thick curved cock almost touching his belly. DH knelt on the floor beside him and swallowed his fleshy banana, pumping his mouth rapidly up and down its length. I lay there, fondling my wet balls and pinching my nipple as I watched the hot cocksucker in action. In less than five minutes it was over; the college kid gave out with a loud grunt and blew his load into DH's hungry mouth, then pulled up his shorts and walked to the door with DH. I heard the door shut and DH came back to the bedroom. His cock was hard and the head was a pale purplish color, his face was covered with a shit-eating grin and there was a small dribble of sperm on his chin. He wiped the come from his chin, then licked it from his finger. "I do a lot of blow-jobs on a regular basis," he said. "All the horny college guys across the road have passed my number around and I have it written on the bathroom wall at the bookstore; I do that guy every Wednesday at nine, but I was so carried away with you that I forgot all about it." He knelt between my knees and gazed down at my drooling cock. "Now where were we?" he murmured, "oh, yeah!" He swooped down on my cock like a hawk on a pigeon, slurping and drooling around it as he pounded it against the back of his throat. He took it back into his throat again, swallowing it as if it were a piece of spaghetti. I felt his muscles working around the head as he gobbled it down, then he locked them around it and pumped his head back and forth, running his tongue along the underside of my cock as he masturbated the head with his throat. He pushed his face down until his lips were around the base of my cock; a hand filled itself with my balls, squeezing and pulling them as he worked his throat around my meat. Then with a slow, jerky motion he began to pull away from me, slowly letting my cock slip out of his grasping throat. He sat back on his heels, still fondling my balls as he stroked his cock. "Do you want me to make you come Ben?" he asked. I couldn't believe that he had to ask. "Oh, yeah," I moaned, "do it baby, make me come for you." "I knew you'd say that. But there's just one thing," he said as he grinned and winked at me. He got off the bed and went over to the nightstand. He got something out of the drawer and resumed his position between my thighs. "I'd like to come too," he said, "I haven't gotten off since last Friday; I only masturbate when I'm really turned on, and you've really got me turned on." He spread his knees between my thighs, spreading them far apart as he lowered his ass onto the mattress and started slowly stroking his fat cock. He reached out and caressed my low hanging balls. "I want to come on you, Ben," he said. "I want to shoot my come all over your cock and balls and lick it off of you, then suck you till you blow your load. Is that ok with you?" Ok with me? That was about he hottest thing anyone had ever wanted to do to me (at the time). "Oh yeah, DH," I sighed, "I'd love to feel you coming on me. Go ahead and do it, babe." He smiled down at me and began jacking off in earnest. As I watched his hot show I slowly stroked my own cock and teased a nipple. He moved closer to me and pressed his dribbling cock-head against my balls; I raised my leg, placed a foot on his chest and teased one of his hard little nipples with my nylon-covered toes. He closed his eyes, groaning deeply and I felt his hot pre-come leaking over my balls. As I continued toying with his nipple his breathing became faster as did his stroking. He opened his eyes and looked down at me. "I...I like to use poppers when I come," he said hesitantly, "you don't mind, do you?" "No man, I don't mind. I like to use 'em myself," I said, "you can pass it my way when you're done." He slipped off of the bed and picked up a bottle of Rush from somewhere on the credenza, then climbed back onto the bed, grinning at me as he closed his eyes and stroked his cock even faster. He lifted the small brown bottle to his nose, twisted the cap off with one hand and inhaled deeply from it, then he twisted the cap back on and tossed it onto the mattress beside me. I picked it up, opened it and took a quick, deep huff from it then covered the top of the bottle with my thumb and watched him as his face flushed a soft red color. His face twisted into a strained sneer and he started to grunt. "Ah fuck Ben ... mmm ... I'm gonna come ... I'm ... I ... aauuggh!" His hot sperm shot out of his cock in a thick lumpy stream and splashed over my bustier and onto my nipple. I rubbed the slippery stuff into it as he lowered his spurting cock and began to drench my crotch with his sizzling spunk. His thick curds coated my cock and balls and dribbled over my delighted anus. As errant jets of the stuff shot onto my thighs he rose onto his knees and moved closer to my crotch, pumping stream after stream of his semen onto my crotch. The poppers had me so buzzed that I almost came when he pressed the head of his cock between my balls. I couldn't believe how much cream this guy was producing, but then he had almost a week's worth saved up. Finally he gave out a loud gasping grunt and fell forward. He caught himself with his hands and was poised over me with his spasming cock pressed hard against mine. "Oh, man," he gasped, "man oh man, that was fuckin' hot. Baby I came so damn good. Now it's your turn, Ben." He leaned down and licked the lumpy stuff from my bustier, then pushed himself up, slid back and lowered his face between my thighs. His hot tongue ran over them, licking the stray semen from my stocking tops as he worked his was up to my balls. Anticipating the touch of his tongue on my balls, I held the bottle to my nose and took a deep breath of it. The warm tingling rush flowed through my body as he lapped at the thick jizz covering my balls. I lay there moaning and groaning as his greedy tongue sought out his spent seed, his tongue covered every inch of my scrotum. One at a time he sucked my balls back into his mouth and thoroughly cleansed them, and then he lifted them with his nose and began lapping the thick stuff from my ass. "Oh, yeah ... oh, baby ... mmm," I groaned, "eat it, babe ... ah, yeah, get it all!" His insatiable mouth gobble at my ass, sucking and licking at his sperm. He put his hands under my knees and lifted them up and apart, spreading my ass wide open for his hot mouth. I filled my lungs again as his long cum-covered tongue slithered into my drenched hole. "Yeah, fuck me, baby ...give me that nasty tongue ... deeper, baby, deeper," I urged him. His juicy muffled groans drifted up from my crotch as he ate my ass like a starved man. I grabbed one of my nipples, squeezing and twisting it hard; pre-come streamed out of my cock as the nasty fucker tongue-fucked me into a frenzy. I was going nuts, twisting my head, moaning and cussing as I humped my ass against his face. I was almost ready to come without a hand being laid on my cock. Slowly he eased his long tongue out of me and it started its journey toward my cock. He paused to lavish a little more attention on my balls, then slowly licked and sucked his way up the shaft of my cock. With his lips wrapped half around the head he licked and probed its little hole as he leered into my eyes. He let it fall from his lips and fucked at it with the tip of his tongue. "You want it, don't you Ben?" he murmured as he rubbed his lips lightly over my rigid shaft. "You want your cock in my mouth." I groaned deeply as he ran a sucking kiss down the length of it and back up again. "You want to fuck my throat and fill it with your sperm, don't you, Ben?" DH opened his mouth wide and lowered it over my oozing, fleshy pole, his lips barely touching it until it touched the back of his throat. Then he lightly closed them around the base of my cock and slowly dragged them up its length. He stopped at the helmet and gently nursed on it, gradually increasing the pressure of his suckling. I took a huge sniff from the bottle and tried to hump into his mouth but he grabbed my balls firmly and pulled them toward the mattress. His mouth made the agonizing descent once more and I felt those talented muscles in his throat working around my throbbing head again. Suddenly he let it slip deep into his throat and pumped his face rapidly up and down. I exploded inside him, moaning mindless strings of gibberish words as he gulped at my gushing sperm. His hand gripped my balls tighter and a pair of fingers slid into my ass and pumped against my prostate. I nearly screamed and guttural profanity flowed from my mouth almost as fast as the come erupting from my cock. With a gasp he pulled it from his throat, wrapping a hand around the pulsing shaft and jerked it rapidly as he held his come-dripping mouth over it. Thick jets of semen blasted over his lips and onto his face; he took a deep breath and locked his lips around the gushing head as he gulped my creamy sperm into his gullet. It seemed like I was going to come forever, but my orgasm slowly subsided and he eased his fingers out of my ass. I lay there panting and quivering as he milked the last drops of sperm from my cock. He ran his tongue down it and lapped the few globs that he had missed from my crotch, then he kneeled between my thighs and grinned down at me as he licked at the cream covering his lips. "Fuck, DH," I moaned, "I thought you were gonna suck me inside out. Damn, no one has ever made me come that hard, or that much. You were fuckin' great man." I swear he blushed and bowed his head sheepishly. "I don't know what came over me," he said shyly, "usually it's just like you saw me do to that kid; I suck 'em off and they're out the door. But you're just so hot and sexy, I guess I just got a little crazy; but I loved it, Ben. I never swallowed so much come, unless I sucked four or five cocks in a row." He got off of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. In a few seconds he returned with a steaming washcloth. He knelt between my thighs again and gently cleaned my cock and balls, then spread my cheeks and ran it over my quivering anus. When he had finished I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my pants on, he went into the kitchen and when he returned he slipped a piece of paper into my bustier. "That's my phone number," he said, "you can call me anytime you need to get off, anytime at all." I looked up at him thinking about what Sandra would have said and done if she had been here, then I grinned and winked at him as I imagined what it would be like the next time DH made me come.