Pick-up Six Ch. 01

I knew he was very close now.

I was watching his facial expressions with my eyes, feeling and tasting him, as the head of his cock engorged even further and I sucked even harder.

That 'milking' action I was doing on his prostate was providing me lots of extra fluid, flooding out of his cock and into my mouth. The taste was not unpleasant - in fact, it was pretty good - sweet and salty at the same time; and I was determined to swallow everything I could without choking.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum, Dan. I'M GONNA CUM!"

He looked down, and I looked back into his eyes and kept sucking for all I was worth, moaning a long "MMMmmmmm" right back at him as I slurped away.

Then, his head flung back, his legs shot straight out, and the spasms began. I could feel them inside him, with my fingers, and right at the base of his cock, as his fluid flooded with great intensity from within.

And I'd have sworn he'd have woken the dead, had there been any dead around to hear him.

But I hung on for dear life, as his hot man-cream shot wildly to the back of my throat, and filled my mouth to overflowing. I could not swallow him fast enough and keep up with everything he was feeding me. After three spurts, I pulled back a bit, and just pointed the end of his cock toward my open mouth; and he shot four more my way while regaining enough composure to look down and watch me take the last throes of his orgasm.

I was a mess of sperm and saliva, and I still had my fingers buried in Simon's ass. I slowly withdrew them, knowing he would be quite sensitive right now, and then started licking off any residual that even resembled cum from his balls and legs while he just laid back and kept repeating "Holy Fuck".

I finished my business by taking all of him back into my mouth, and sucking the last of the cum from his now semi-erect cock, very gently though, knowing how sensitive a man is right after he cums. There was a good bit left in there, that I merrily gobbled up.

"Well Simon. Seems you haven't taken care of this thing for a while. You were pretty full up, then," I said, moving up beside him on the bed. He still seemed a bit out of it.

"You must have a good diet; your sperm tastes good," I told him, smacking my lips.

"Pineapple juice. Every day," he replied.

"Tell you what, I'm gonna go clean up a bit in the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute. I'll bring you a hot washcloth. You don't look like you want to move very far right at the moment."

"Thanks man," came back a mumbled reply.

I returned several moments later, hands and face no longer all sticky-wickets, with a warm facecloth to offer my newfound friend.

"Well, how did I do for my first time?"

"You are just fucking AMAZING, Dan the man. That is the best fucking blowjob I have ever had in my life. And you're a GUY! I'm just having trouble getting my head around it. I think I need another beer . ."

"I'll get it. The more beer we drink, the better we look - to each other anyway. You've only got two left - but I've got some back in my room - maybe I'll go and grab 'em."

"Sure. I'm up for a couple more at least."

I slipped out and down the hall and grabbed the six-pack from my mini-bar, then returned to Simon's room, and again immediately flung off my robe and bent down to put my beers in his cooler.

"You know, for a guy, you've got an awfully nice ass."

I turned around and said jokingly "Yeah, I know."

I do have a nice ass - at least that is what most of the girls have told me.

"Hey, it's almost 8:30. Wanna watch some of the Thursday night football?"

"Yeah, why not," I answered.

Simon put the game on, but left the volume low, so we could keep talking; then suggested we both make ourselves comfortable on the other bed.

"We've already made a mess of that one, and there's a pretty big wet spot that needs to dry out."

So, we set up all the pillows just right, and sat up leaning against the headboard - and each other - with our beers on the bed-side tables and the football game playing in the background; side by side, but not in the least weirded out by it.

It kind of felt neat. Here I'd performed my very first blowjob on this guy I'd just met, and ENJOYED it, and did a damn fine job of it too. I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing. And not the least bit embarrassed or ashamed.

As a matter of fact, I was feeling on top of the world. Supercharged. Full of energy. Joyful. And, what was even greater, thinking that I was going to get an awesome blowjob in return.

"How you feelin' after that, then?" I asked my new friend, still looking a little rattled from the last thirty minutes of rather intense activity.

"Well, I gotta tell ya, I'm at a crossroads, Danny boy. I'm having feelings I never had before. And I just don't know how to handle them."

"Just relax," I replied. "Hey, it's the first time I've ever done this too. I'm still feeling full of myself, cause I haven't blown my nuts yet, like you have."

"No, it's more than that," retorted Simon.

"What you did for me was more than any woman ever has done. Now I am getting an urge to do something more with you, than I would just casually think of doing with, you know, a MAN."

He put his arm around me - probably something more difficult than it was for me to make the first move and take his penis into my mouth, just a few minutes ago.

"I am FEELING something for you, man!"

I couldn't deny it, I was feeling the same thing, too.

I put my arm around him, then embraced him. We hugged. And didn't say anything, for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only one or two minutes. We just took each others' auras in, and held each other close.

Then I felt his lips on my neck. He was actually kissing my neck. And it felt good!

Kissing - and sucking on - my neck. More forcefully now.

"MMMmmmm..." I moaned my approval. Simon was obviously waking up a bit now, and taking the initiative. My body was ready to receive. I was ready to be "taken".

"Bring it on" I thought to myself, as he turned things up a notch.

I laid back, still holding him close to me, and he moved with me, on top of me, in a dominant position.

I wondered now, if he wanted me, as much as I wanted him. The taste of his cock was still on my breath. His seed still permeated my taste buds and left its aftertaste to remind me of his wonderful and copious orgasm in my mouth. I felt his cock growing hard again - must be the viagra I thought - while he played out his hunger for willing flesh on me.

All of a sudden, his face was in mine, and we stared at each other - less than one inch apart. I sensed what he wanted, and at the same time his hesitancy to fulfill that want; so I opened my mouth and grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him toward me.

It was our first kiss.

Our tongues lashed together; his dominating, then mine, then his. A contest of male energies in a thrust and parry not unlike the fencing duels of 15th century England.

It was passion of a different sort. One that only two men together could conjure, now unafraid of being too rough as one might if one were in a similar embrace with one of the fairer sex.

Simon was now completely on top of me. We were naked. And making love.

We were actually MAKING LOVE. Like a man and a woman.

He worked his way down my body, sucking and biting my nipples, then licking his way down to my now swollen cock.

It felt so natural! There was nothing about this situation I found myself in that felt bad, nor the least bit awkward. On the contrary, it felt wonderful. And I drank it all in.

There was no hesitation or clumsiness in Simon's approach; I could feel his hunger for me, and it rivaled any I had felt from my previous and varied female lovers. Yet, it was different. There was a sense of urgency to his conquest, and I totally gave in.

He licked me all over; my thighs, balls, and all around my cock. His firm hands parted my thighs, then grasped my genitals for a full-out assault.

He was noisy, and sloppy, and totally dedicated to bringing me pleasure. He kept glancing up at me, while struggling to get me past his gag reflex, much as I had done for him earlier; looking for any reaction from me to feed back from.

"Oh, FUCK, YES! Just like that; keep sucking my cock just like that," I would moan back, stroking his hair and encouraging him onwards.

Then, I could feel his fingers on my butt hole. Probing, but more forcefully than I had done with him.

Fuck it, I thought. I'm ready.

"Oh Yes, Simon. Stick your fingers up my ass."

But then he did something unexpected.

He grabbed my legs, by the back of my thighs just above the knees, and hiked them up; exposing my asshole to whatever devious scheme he had in mind.

Before I could guess what that might be, I felt his hot tongue plunge into my boiling ass, and - great horny toads - what a blessed feeling THAT was.

He wasn't going to ask, nor was he going to take 'no' for an answer. He was just going to dive in. And that felt SO fucking amazing, I just laid there and moaned while he did his thing.

And he held me there, by the legs, and did it for what seemed like forever, before releasing my legs and working his way back up my balls to my throbbing dick.

I was mumbling dirty talk and four-letter words galore as he replaced his tongue with two fingers again, literally slamming them up into me; while 'down the hatch' went my cock. This time, he started sucking wildly, as though he hadn't eaten in a week.

Skillfully finding my prostate, as I did his earlier, he started milking me; and I could feel those wonderful pre-orgasmic waves that literally made my ears ring. I would not last long with him working me like this.

"FUCK YES Simon. Just like THAT. Keep going. I'm going to cum in your mouth. Take it, Simon. Take it."

Well, take it, he did. Without backing off one iota.

I held his head by the hair, and pumped my seed into his throat, and he just kept swallowing. Every delicious bit, and none to waste. And didn't come up for air until I was totally emptied and half-flaccid.

He knew, being a guy, that immediately post-orgasm, I was very sensitive; so although he held me in his mouth, he sucked very gently. Just right. So I trusted him, and didn't attempt to pull away. I just melted into the feeling and held his head right there, against my groin.

Finally, he let me slip out of his mouth, and licked my balls and all around, just in case he'd missed any, before slowly working his way back up beside me again.

"So, Danny boy, how did I do? Was it what you expected?"

I looked over at him and smiled.

"That was the most intense sex I've ever had in my life, Simon. You fucking ROCK."

"You know, I think I LIKE cock." Simon replied, matter-of-factly, as though he was talking about a certain kind of sandwich, or brand of scotch; then added, "Well, I definitely like YOUR cock, that much I know. And your ass too. You've got a real nice ass - for a guy ..."

He snuggled up close, just like I would have, if I were sniffing for more. I could feel his cock, hard again, thrusting up against the side of my thigh.

Not directly, not aggressively, just off to the side, so I could just barely feel it - feel his WANT. For me.

Guys are so easy to read, I thought to myself. Especially if you're a guy.

"You want to fuck me, don't you, Simon."

He didn't say anything, just kept thrusting his cock, and looking me straight in the eye.

"You want to fuck my ass, don't you? I can feel your cock against me."

Simon inched his way closer to me.

"Yes I do, Dan. I want to fuck you."

I said nothing, but twisted my body, just 'so', my shoulder turned slightly away from him but my ass tilted back toward his hard cock; and suggestively pulled open my right buttock, exposing my pink hole to his nefarious intentions.

All the while, I kept looking him in the eye, as if to taunt him. As if to say, if you want it, here it is; come and get it.

He took the bait.

He started rubbing his cock, up and down, across the crack of my ass - still wet from his tonguing - while grasping me by the hip, then the shoulders, then anything he could get hold of. He pulled himself up against me, and grabbed my man-tits, squeezing my nipples - one then the other - with pressure perfectly applied to deliver that delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

His hand gradually worked its way to my face, and he pulled mine to his, as he continued humping his cock against me. I opened my mouth, and he thrusted his tongue in; and I felt as a sponge, absorbing what his thrusting wetness offered me. I sucked him as I would have had it been his cock, and drank in his saliva had it been his semen, literally sucking it from his mouth.

I willingly assumed the feminine role, and welcomed the change. Never before had I been in a position to engage in such a fantasy; and here, now, I was immersed in it. And he - in the dominant male role - was moving ahead full throttle.

There was one thing we needed to proceed to the next level that we didn't have: but I thought I'd ask the question nonetheless.

"I don't suppose you have any lube on hand, do you?"

Simon thought for a moment, then got up and fidgeted for something on the room service tray that was sitting on the desk.

"Aha . . this will do nicely," he said, returning with two small packets of butter.

He rolled me onto my stomach, smacked my ass, and spread my cheeks wider than they've ever been spread before. I almost screamed, thinking he was going to rip me a new one. But my flesh held, and the next thing I knew, his tongue dove into me again.

Words cannot describe how good his tongue felt screwing my asshole, as he had me pinned to the bed face down. He got me very wet this time with his mouth, and used his fingers to push his seemingly endless supply of saliva inside me.

Then, he knelt and started stuffing the butter, bit by bit, into my puckered hole, as it melted in his hands, and into the crack of my ass. His cock was dangling dangerously close to my face, and I could see a large bead of pre-cum glistening right at the opening of his pee-hole, threatening to drip down onto the sheet. It was too much for me to resist.

"Let me suck your cock and get it nice and wet before you fuck me," I pleaded.

He immediately repositioned himself so that his cock was right at my head. I propped myself up on my elbows, tilted my head to the side and opened my mouth, and he started sliding it in and out, testing the depth of my endurance as he continued to play with my ass.

I sucked that delicious bit of man-goo out of him and bathed him with my mouth; he was already as hard as he could get. But now I really wanted him inside me. His fingers had spread me wide open, and I was confident that I would be able to accommodate his girth, given enough time to adjust.

He pulled out of my mouth and hiked up my ass, so that I was kneeling and prone.

"Are you ready, Dan?"

"I'm all yours, Simon. Do with me as you will."

Simon started turning a darker shade of red, and then, he put his hands on me. I could see the raw want in his eyes, as he grabbed my hair and shoved his cock back down my throat - deeper than I thought I could take it - for one last "dip" before the big plunge.

He pulled out, dripping wet, and clambered behind me; leaving me panting for breath, and grabbed a couple of pillows to kneel on. Spreading my cheeks, he placed his beautiful dick right there at ground zero, and put just the slightest pressure right at my ever-so-sensitive opening.

Slow, but sure, his head just 'popped' in, hurting only for an instant, but then sending waves of pleasure through me; the likes of which I'd never before experienced.

I arched my back, instinctively, and forced myself to relax, pushing against him. He took the hint, and remained still and steadfast. Within two glorious minutes, and much moaning and groaning, I had inched my way up the entire veiny length of that hot throbbing shaft until I had gone as far as I could possibly go; completely engulfing his hard cock deep inside me.

"AAAaaaahhhhh . . that's a big cock you've got in my ass!" I said, and groaned in relief, slumping a bit down in the mattress - proud that I had taken him all the way.

Simon snapped me back into the present, slapping his hands on the sides of my buttocks, and holding me firmly - letting me know who was really in control here.

His gyrations at first were mercifully slow; rocking motions, while I got used to someone actually moving around in there. And it was intensely pleasurable, like nothing I could have imagined or simulated with a dildo or fake dick; because it was not under my control. HE was in charge.

Next, he started slowly pulling out, then back in; the lube was definitely working well, and there was no pain. Just, very, VERY intense. Simon would vary his pulsations, every once in a while, slamming hard into me and making me holler out, then coming back out slow and screw me for a while before slamming into me again.

Every couple of minutes he would stop and slump over me to rest, kiss the back of my neck and run his hands all over and around me, and let my ass just pulse around his girth. Then, BANG . . he would start his gyrations again, growling softly in my ear.

What a wonderful lover, I thought to myself. This was feeling less and less like just plain sex, and more and more like making love. Could that be possible with a couple of up-until-now heterosexual dudes?

I wanted him to cut loose. I was pretty reamed out by now, and even if it did hurt a bit, I didn't care. I wanted to feel his passion, pure and unchained.

"Fuck me hard, Simon. Fuck my asshole," I demanded, smacking him in the ass to get him going.

That little prompt was all he needed. He ramped things up, and in no time he was pounding my ass like there was no tomorrow.

What a glorious feeling to just lay there and be "taken".

I was almost in tears, as he slammed that big, hot rod in and out, rubbing against my prostate with each and every thrust. I realized how someone could actually climax, hands-free, just from giving into that kind of stimulation, that is if they had not already ejaculated earlier - like I had.

Finally, when I couldn't take any more, I begged him to stop, grabbing him by his ass to temporarily halt his assault on my now throbbing man-cunt.

"Simon, let me roll over. Take me from the front."

I needed just a short break; and besides, I wanted to look at him while he fucked me.

His cock slid out, and he grabbed another packet of butter while I moved onto my back and lifted my legs for him.

"I hope that's not margarine. I only do butter," I said, jokingly.

"Don't worry. Just the good stuff for you, Danny boy," he answered, as he smeared it over him and me.

"You doing OK?" he asked, with a hint of concern.

"Oh yeah . . fuck me some more. I want to see what it feels like from this angle."

Of course, being virgins, this was all new territory, for both of us.

"Did you ever ask your wife to do you with a strap-on?" Simon wanted to know, as he finished basting his hard dick with the last of the melting butter.

"Hell, I'd have had better luck asking her to go topless and pull me around town all day in a rickshaw with a horse-tail butt-plug stuck up her ass."

"I'll take that as a no, then?"

"That's right. Any play of that sort has been strictly solo. Only one girlfriend ever showed any interest in my ass, but that relationship was too short-lived to develop into anything where got around to that stage."

"Well I like your ass, Dan, and I'm gonna fuck it some more right now."

With that, he slid his cock ever so slowly back into me, spreading me out again. I guess my ass had shrunk down a bit in the minute-or-so break we'd taken, and I groaned like a whore as he once again dilated my rectum back to the size of his erection.