Pick-up Six Ch. 02

"Oh fuck, you know how much I've wanted you . . you're all I've been thinking about for weeks. Your cock in my mouth, in my ass. I want your cock more than ANYTHING Simon. FEED it to me. FUCK me. As hard as you want. My ass is yours. My mouth is yours. I'll even lick your cock clean after you fuck my ass. That is how bad I want you, Simon."

He smacked my ass - hard - with the flogger.

"Good boy! That is what I want to hear. I am going to make you cum with that cock in your ass," he said, as he started inserting his throbbing dick in my hungry hole.

I instinctively pushed back against him, and continued to beg, repeating the words, 'I want your cock, I want your cock' over and over as he gradually filled me.

Once he bottomed out inside me, I cried out in triumph, I had wanted him there so long. He just stayed like that for a short while to let me melt into the moment, knowing how wonderful I felt.

But I did crave stimulation, and once I had adjusted to his girth, I started rocking a bit. He answered my motion with his, and we just started moving together as though we knew what we were doing. (Well, he certainly seemed to, anyway.)

Gradually, we picked up the pace, and his 'in' strokes became more forceful. And, THAT is where my whole perception started changing.

My ears started ringing, then it seemed like I lost my hearing.

My whole body started vibrating - not outside, where Simon would notice, but inside. As though I was being raked across a larger-than-life velvet corduroy blanket at sixty miles an hour.

And, that feeling you get in your prostate just before you orgasm? Well, that feeling was resonating up my spine and going through my whole body, sustained as if I was on a magic roller coaster; causing me to spasm uncontrollably.

It was, quite simply, the most exquisite feeling I had ever experienced in my life. Almost out-of-body, yet in-the-body as never before. So, this is what a full-body orgasm feels like, I thought, as I rode not up over the edge, but on the crest of the wave, like you see the surfers do on the endless surf of the Southern Pacific islands. Like being on the verge of ejaculation, but not ejaculating.

Simon noticed, and kept up his rhythm; talking dirty to me (even though I heard absolutely nothing) until I collapsed, stopped moaning uncontrollably, and slumped down on the bed as though I'd been transformed into a rag doll.

My hearing then returned - even if my ears were still buzzing - enough to hear him asking me if I was OK.

It had seemed like hours since I could last form words with my mouth, even though it had only been a minute or two.

"Oh fuck Simon, we did it. YOU did it. What a glorious experience!"

"You came? Did you cum Dan?"

He reached down and felt around, thinking I had dumped my load on the sheets below. I had not, although I had leaked a great deal of pre-cum.

"YES! I DID! It was BLISS! I've never had a full body orgasm like that, but you gave me one just now Simon. YOU GAVE ME ONE!"

I flipped around and embraced him, kissing him like a long lost lover I hadn't seen in years. What a gift he'd given me - no one could ever come close to making me cum like THAT. It was just so beyond the realm of anything I had experienced before, or ever dreamed I WOULD experience, I just wanted to worship that cock that had brought it to me. And, to top it all off, I had not even ejaculated! I was still ready to 'cum again'!

Words that had escaped me before now spilled out of me faster than I could think. Trying to describe my experience to Simon in all its detail and richness . . my loss of hearing . . the ringing in my ears . . the full body vibrations that morphed into an orgasm beyond description. He was right. Saving yourself that long WAS worth it.

And now, I wanted to bring that pleasure to him. Make HIM feel like he made ME feel.

I rolled over on top of him, determined to reciprocate.

"Your bitch is going to turn the tables on you, Simon!"

He looked up at me and smiled.

"I love you, man."

"Yeah, I love you too Simon."

Once again, no awkwardness, no hesitation. Raw honesty.

I kissed my way down to that beautiful penis, that had just been buried deep in my ass, and took it into my mouth. I noticed that he was very clean; I could of course detect the taste of coconut oil but other than that all I could taste was cock.

I licked and sucked the head and shaft, worshipping it as the deliverer of my greatest bliss; before taking all of him deep into my throat. My tongue tickled his balls and I gleaned great enjoyment from my newfound skill.

Simon's hands found the back of my head; I sensed he wanted some throat-fucking.

I sensed right.

He held me and started thrusting, as I looked up into his eyes, gently at first - testing my limits.

He pulled me off, then bent down and kissed me - wildly sucking away at my cock-drenched mouth - then slammed my face back onto his cock again, driving himself deep into my throat.

"Can I fuck your throat for a minute?" he asked, not that I was able to answer.

I attempted to nod in the affirmative; he got the message and started having at me but good.

Now this was a real test - he was slamming in and out of me, and I was taking him pretty good. Then, after a couple of minutes, he must have hit something in there, and I gagged, almost choking.

Simon immediately withdrew and rubbed his cock all over my face. I had drooled enough spit on him to lubricate him for what I had in mind next - to try and take him to the blissful place he had taken me.

I started fingering his ass suggestively as I rubbed my face over his cock and balls.

"Are you ready to get fucked, dear Simon?" I asked pointedly.

"Oh yes . . I've been waiting for this for three weeks Dan. Do it to me. I am yours."