Cummin Off Age

CUMMIN' OFF AGE

by: Roarrr201@aol.com

Copyright by Roarrr201@aol.com. All rights reserved.

Warning: If you are offended by sex between men, you should stop reading now. This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.

Comments and constructive criticism are very wellcome and encouraged; flames will be ignored. Note that I am not a native English speaker, so please allow for the occasional odd sentence.

Part I

The man was already partly undressed when Tom set eyes on him for the first time.

Sweatsoaked and breathless after a very thorough work-out he entered the gym's locker-room to grab his towel and head for the showers. Right from the door he noticed the man amidst the bustling crowd of men changing, shouting, bragging and laughing: a new face, a tall, blond man who had just unbuttoned the front of his shirt and now fumbled with the cufflinks. A flat, hard and very well muscled stomach showed between the open shirt. And then the shirt came down: Tom's eyes roamed approvingly over the man's now naked, broad shouldered and well tanned upper body. He saw large, bulging pecs that were covered with a soft fluff of golden hair, large and very erect brown tits and strong, heavily veined arms covered by more of these shimmering hairs.

Later Tom asked himself why he had singled out the man right from the beginning: a great bod and good looks were by no means uncommon among the men who patronized this very popular gym. Had it been his dress - the obviously expensive jacket, tie and shirt he had hung at the open door of his locker compartment - or his elegant, somewhat hesitant movements that stood in striking contrast to his strongly developed muscles that set him apart? Even in retrospective Tom felt unable to get this clear. The only thing he was sure about was that this guy had strongly appealed to him right from the beginning: he remembered he had felt a twitch in his heart and one in his dick, too, when he saw him standing there half-naked.

Walking slowly up to his locker compartment Tom had enough time to cheque the man out even more closely: he seemed to be in his mid-thirties, he was clean-shaven and had handsome features: sensuous full lips and a fine straight nose but surprisingly strong jaws. His hair was full and of the brightest color; a little bit too long for a man of his age, Tom thought. At first sight it made him look like a teenager, but the man's strong neck and strikingly muscled body were unmistakingly that of a fully matured man, a real man. In a strange way he reminded Tom of his dad, which seemed silly since his father was South-Italian: that meant dark eyes and black hair, darkly hued skin, a thick mat of prickly, strong hair on chest, legs and ass cheeks. So the blond man looked completely different but the contrast between youthful appearance and manly body was similar: a combination of playful boy and awe-inspiring man - that description characterized Tom's father as well as this guy. As usual Tom pushed the thought of his dad angrily aside - since his parents had divorced almost a decade ago he had not seen much of his old man and he bore him a strong grudge for that. Much to his dismay he thought of him almost every day: each time Tom looked into a mirror he was reminded of his dad's looks - father and son were as alike as two peas in pod.

The man had now bent down to untie his shoes. Tom glanced reverentially at the strong, clearly defined muscles on his huge back. By no doubt Tom himself was very strongly built for a boy of only seventeen years - partly thanks to his father's heritage who was a towering bear of a man, partly thanks to a strict routine of heavy work-outs he had started a few years ago - but this man was a real hunk! Tom's mouth went dry as he approached the bent figure and his dick twitched again. Very taunt buns strained the thin fabric of expensive slacks. Tom was very glad to notice that his locker compartment was situated almost right opposite of that of the man he watched so eagerly. "Hey, let's have a closer look at him!", he thought.

Tom passed the man just he came up again. Their shoulders brushed but much to Tom's disappointment the man did not turn around to see you had bumped into him. He had not noticed Tom at all. Staring holes into the man's strong back Tom opened his locker. Although the room was crowded - severeal very noisy men undressed in the same row of lockers - he felt as if he and this guy were completely alone. He removed his shirt and used it to rub off the sweat that trickled down his torso in small rivulets and sat as sparkling drops in the thick mat of his black, briskly chest hair. Tom knew that he looked older than his age: his bulging muscles, dark complexion and the strong five-o'clock shadow on his clean-shaven cheeks gave him the appearence of a mature man. He was glad about this: he wanted to pass as a man - no, to be a man, a real man nobody could push around... Only his eyes gave his real age away to a keen observer: their boyish melancholy spoke of inexperience and longing. But most people did not observe Tom so closely to notice that. He was as used to admiring stares from both women and men as to blunt advances and he was resented for the cold and haughty manner with which he invariably turned all these offers down.

But this here was different: for the first time Tom desparately wanted someone to notice him, to make a pass on him, to... his mind went blank. What did he want the man to do? Of course he knew what two men could do together: he had heard the other kids talk about sucking dick and fucking ass already when he was still a child, recently he had read several gay porn novels he had secretly bought at a newspaper stand in the sleazy part of the city sometime ago and had jacked off on each of them over and over again. So he knew everything: he knew the feel of a dick in the hand, in the mouth and up in the ass, he knew the taste of cum and how to fuck the shit out of a man,he knew all the filthy words, he knew how to pinch and bite tits, to slap buns and even about fist-fucking and bondage - but all this was just mere theory. In fact he had not even touched another man's body except for an occasional playful slap on the back of one his buddies. Nor had someone touched him. Hard as it was he had to admit to himself that he was a complete virgin - but a virgin with a very dirty mind.

"So what would I really like to do with him?", Tom thought and stared hard at the back of the man's head who had just removed his slacks, revealing a very thight pair of boxers, and now foulded them to put them away.

Right at this moment the man turned around. Their eyes met and locked. The room went suddenly completely quiet and Tom's breathing stopped. Later on Tom was never sure how long this moment had been or what exactly had happened in it. While it lasted it seemed like an eternity. Suddenly Tom felt as if this stranger whom he had never seen before knew everything about him, just everything that was important enough to know. The man's gaze seem to penetrate right into the deepest recesses of his heart and mind. He felt scrutinized and exposed but also respected, respected just as he was. Although they had not spoken a single word to each other he felt closer to this man than to anybody else in the world (except maybe his mom - but that was a different feeling). The man's eyes were - as Tom had almost expected - of a piercing blue and he felt their stare like a touch on his body that sent shivers down his spine and made the blood rush forward into his dick that started to rise. His man's face was blank, without any expression - no smile, no frown. There were just his eyes, alert and expectant.

Then the man looked away and the moment of magic was gone. Tom's senses returned: the noise of all the other men and the overpowering smell of sweat and dirty socks were suddenly there again, he started to breath again. But the hard-on that stretched his tight jock-strap did not go away. Exhausted as if had just had another work-out Tom slumped down on the bench. In vain he tried to find the man's eyes again: he had turned his back to Tom and searched for something in his large bag.

But then they were suddenly alone. All the other men who had until then noisily crowded the row of lockers left together. There were still some people in the other rows - talking and laughing - but here in the last row at the end of the room Tom found himself alone with this handsome stranger he felt he knew. Unabashed his eyes roamed over the man's strong body. Tom's heart raced when the man finally shoved his boxer shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them. His ass-cheeks were gleaming white: a fine tan-line separated the perfectly shaped buns from his upper body and from his strong legs. When the man bent down to grap his boxers the cleft between his ass-cheeks opened up just for a second or two. Tom stared as if hypnotized. His rock-hard dick started to leak pre-cum in a steady stream. He felt his jock-strap getting wet.

While the stranger ignored Tom except for a few passing glances out of the corner of his eyes he began to rub oil on his skin. Of course this was strange - most people do this after the work-out and shower, not before. Tom understood immadiately: this was a show that was put on for him and for no-one else. And it was a show that took Tom's breath away. Moving his hands in small circles the man carefully lubricated his chest, arms and shoulders. His deeply tanned skin started to shine under the bright neon lights of the locker-room. Tom could clearly see the movements of each muscle and sinew. When the man started to rub his back Tom stood up. Suddenly he was perfectly sure what he had to do and what would happen next.

Quickly Tom stepped out of his shorts. His twitching dick and his aching balls were now covered just by the worn fabric of his old jock-strap. The head of his dick was trapped between the waistband and his flat stomach. In the strong light it gleamed bright red. Tom noticed that the man was carefully observing each of his movements out for the corner of the eye. Still he showed Tom only his back. In one swift step Tom moved behind him. He reached for the man's hand that held the small bottle that contained the oil and wrested it from him. Immediately the man released it from his grip af if he had expected Tom to do so. The hand fell to his side. Tom stepped even closer. His heaving chest touched the back of the man; the hard bulge of his encased prick pressed against the man's ass. For a brief moment neither of the two men moved or breathed. Then Tom felt that the man leaned slowly against him, bringing their bodies into full contact. His mouth almost right beside the man's ear Tom whispered: "Shall I give you a hand?" His gaze cast down before him the man answered in a surprisingly deep, vibrant voice: "Great idea." A faint smile seemed to play on his lips. He, too, spoke in a low whisper. Without seing it Tom knew that the man's dick was just as hard and erect as his own.

From then on everything was easy. Tom guided the man a few steps away from the alley where everyone who entered the room could see them. He spread a huge glop of oil on his hands and begun to rup it into the man's back, carefully feeling up his mighty shoulders and strong muscles. The man's body felt warm and very firm, but was at the same time extremely soft to the touch. Not another word was spoken. Tom heard just his own breathing and the blood pulsing in his ears. All other sounds were very far away and very faint. Both men acted as if in trance. All their movements were extremely slow like that of actors in a slow-motion picture - a movie without sound.

Slowly Tom's oil-slick hands moved down to the man's lower back. When he reached the tan-line Tom helped himself to another huge glob of oil. Gently his fingers started to knead the man's taunt buns. Just as Tom had expected the man then really began to cooperate: eagerly he pushed his body back to meet the boy's strong hands and then he bent his upper torso down and spread his legs to give Tom access to his ass. Tom had to concentrate hard to avoid shooting his load right then when his extremely slick fingers found the man's hole. When the tip of his index finger softly touched the ring muscle it shent shivers up the man's back.

With his other hand Tom finally freed his encased seven inch dick. It seemed to be bigger and thicker than ever before. His free-swinging balls ached and drew close to his body. Then Tom slowly pushed his index finger into the man's ass. The hole was unbelievable hot and very tight but his finger slid in easily. The man was breathing hard and he threw his head back into the neck. Tom felt that the man pushed himself back once again to get even more of the long finger into his hole. Tom grinned to himself and added another finger.

Both men froze as they heard some commotion at the door. Several men entered the room and began to search for free locker compartments. Then they settled down in one of the other rows. Slowly Tom relaxed and he resumed his silent finger fuck. After a few moments in which he stuck several more fingers up the man's receptive ass Tom withdrew his hand. With a wet soft sound his fingers came free again. Sweat began to appear everywhere on Tom's skin as he positioned himself right behind the man. The head of his almost painfully hard prick touched the soft skin at the cleft between the man's ass-cheeks. He held his breath, spread some oil over his pulsing dick and pushed forward very slowly.

Sweat ran into his eyes and made him blink while he watched as inch after inch of his cock disappeared between the man's taunt buns. His dick entered the man's ass easily as if some kind of magnetism would draw it in. There was no resistance, no struggle, no effort: his drooling, twitching, pulsing prick slid into the man as if it belonged there. Tom bit his lips hard to prevent himself from moaning loud. He was vaguely aware of the presence of other people in the room, but the danger of being spotted at any moment and the compulsion to remain completely quiet greatly added to his overwhelmingly strong arousal.

And then he was in up to the hilt. The man sighed almost inaudibly but in Tom's ears it was like a booming scream. Somehow he could not believe what he saw with his own eyes in the glaring light of the locker-room: all of his seven inches were stuck in the man's tight hole. He could only see his pubic hair and the opening of the man's ass that was stretched to the limit by the thick base of his cock. He felt and saw that his dick twitched violently. He was ready to cum any second but he wanted this to last. By instinct he knew that he had to avoid virtual all movements to keep his load. Even his own breathing added to his still mounting excitement. With the greatest effort he controlled himself and felt the urge to shoot his jism subside.

Moving still slowly and cautious Tom reached around the man with one hand and found his dick rock hard. Pre-cum leaked from the head in a steady stream. The cock jumped violently when Tom touched it and began to rub the slick fluid into the soft skin. Judged only by the touch the man was endowed like a horse: his prick was so thick that Tom could hardly close his fingers around it and incredibly long: ten inches, elven inches maybe - it was hard to tell without the sight of it.The man gulped down hard and he pushed Toms's hand aside. He graped his twitching dick hard at the base. Obviously he had the same problem as Tom: he, too, was right on the edge but yet not willing to cum. Tom gave him some moments to calm down again. Then he touched the man's dick again. Their fingers entwined and held the pulsing shaft together. Tom's chest came to rest on the man's back.

They stayed like that until to the end. Tom realized that this fuck - his first fuck - was different from any of the many graphic and detailed descriptions of fucks he had read in his porn novels. These had all been about violent thrusts and vicious shoves, about crashing bodies and thighs slapping against buns, about loud groans and screaming voices. Here two men fought a slow motion fight in almost complete silence against the urgently rising tide of cum in their balls; they dared not to move or to speak, almost not to breath, because every movement and every sound could bring them off. Miraculously each of them was capable to read the slightest signs of the other's body: a quick movement of a small muscle and a small change in the frequency and intensity of breathing signalled whether the tide of cum was rising again or receeding for a brief moment.

Later Tom could not remember what exactly had brought them off, but he knew that he had cum first. Maybe the man had twitched his asshole that held Tom's prick in a very tight grip just for a second too long or just a little bit too hard, maybe he had been too excited by the man's hard breathing and by his evident efforts to prevent himself from shooting - whatever it was Tom had suddenly felt that he could no longer control himself. His mouth went completley dry and his cock seemed to double in length and size. His body froze and all his muscles tensed and locked for a brief moment. Then something exploded deep inside him, and writhing and squirming on the man's strong back, he had shot his load: he felt his hard-on throb, expand and swell and then throb again as the first burst of his cream shot out of the gaping lips of his prick-head. It was followed by a flood of jism that crested, burst and gushed into the man's pulsing ass. Although it was the most violent climax he had ever experienced Tom was sure that he had not uttered a single sound except a very low and soft sigh, audible to no-one except to the man who held Tom's dick in his tight hole.

The sensation of Tom's cum filling up his hole to the point of over-flowing and a slight pressure on his rock-hard dick brought the man off, too. Tom who still had his fingers around the man's prick felt that it convulsed most violently. He pulled the bent man into an upright position and, gazing with lust-glazed eyes over his shoulder, saw a huge blob of cum shoot high up into the air. It seemed to freeze for a brief moment, to linger at the highest point of its trajectory, and then descended to the ground. Then another convulsion, and another gush of jism, followed by more jets that went high up in the air and descended again, hitting the ground with a soft, wet sound, and then still another, final release of more cum. Bench, floor and locker compartments were generously sprayed with huge white dots. A generous rest ran down on Tom's hand and wrist.

There was no time to recover. Just as Tom and the man had cum two other men noisly entered the locker-room. Their foot-steps approached fast. Tom had just enough time to wrest his still rock-hard dick from the tight grip of the man's hole, to hide his cock, still covered with oil and cum, in his jock-strap and to spread a towel and his shirt over the spunk on the bench. Then the new customers turned around the corner. The blond man returned quickly to his locker and put on his boxers. The row of lockers suddenly became crowded again. More men arrived to change. Tom tried to clean up the mess they had made as best as he could without attracting attention.

Then the man was dressed for his work-out. He closed the door of his locker and turned to leave. Tom looked up and their eyes locked again. Just as before Tom felt his gaze like a touch that sent shivers through his spine. A faint smile played on the man's lips, his eyes were once again vaguely expectant. Holding his gaze on Tom's face he walked away. Right before he disappeared behind the corner he moved his hand in a casual gesture of farewell.

Only then Tom noticed the bright golden band on the man's ring finger.

Part II.

The fact that he had just fucked a married man struck Tom's mind like a thunderbolt. He was not sure why, but this discovery greatly added to his feeling of strength and power. It also made him horny as hell although he had just shot the heaviest load of his life. His dick instantly swelled to full mast again.

When he left the locker-room a few moments later his prick was still rock-hard. He had decided that it would be best to shower at home. One of the guys that crowed the room had noticed Tom's arousal and had silenty made a pass on him just as his buddies bragged about girls and cunts. He had winked, licked his lips and groped the large bulge in his jock. Although the man was quite a sight - strong pecs and mighty legs - Tom just smiled at him and left. He felt not up to yet another risky locker-room fuck right at the moment.

Tom headed to the stairs when a tall balding man approached him. His dress indicated that he belonged to the gym's staff.

"Excuse me, Sir, do you have a minute?"

Tom knew immediately that he was in trouble.

"What's up?"

"Mr. Tennyson would like to have a word with you."

"Who's that?"

"Head of security, Sir. He asked me to show you the way to his office."

The man indicated the direction and walked ahead. Tom followed him, sweating nervously. He was sure he and the blond guy had been observed. When they passed through a door and entered a long, badly light hall he asked: "What seems to be the problem?"

"Don't know, Sir. Mr. Tennyson will tell you. Please wait for him in here. He'll be right with you."

Opening one of the many doors in the hall, the man politely indicated Tom to step into the room. Then he closed the door behind him.

The room was furnished only with a desk and two chairs - one behind the desk, one before it. On top of the desk was a monitor. Its screen was dark. His heart and mind racing Tom slumped into the chair before the desk. Except for the soft humming of two painfully bright neon lights the room was completely quiet. Tom waited.

Then the smell hit him.

It was strong, overpowering and he wondered why he had not noticed it earlier on. At first he thought it would be just the scent of sweat but then he realized that he was wrong: the room smelled of cum! Tom's mouth went dry and his cock that gone soft during the preceeding minutes started to swell and throb again.

Darting his eyes around he quickly spotted the place where the scent emanated from: someone had shot a tremendous load of cum on the top of the desk. A string of huge blobs of jism stretchted from one side of the table to the other one. Several globs had hit the screen of the monitor; the sticky white fluid slowly ran down the smooth black surface. Whoever it was who had got his rocks off here, he had cum just a few moments before, just before Tom had entered the office. The thought that the man had intentionally left his cum here for him made Tom's mind spin around.

His dick was rock-hard again. It twitched and throbbed in his tight jock. As if hypnotized he starred at the wet remains a stranger had left on the desk after his jack-off session. Under the bright lights the blobs of cum looked very white. The trails of jism on the screen glittered enticingly. Involuntarily Tom licked his lips. He felt the strong urge to know who had shot his load in this room, he wished he could have been present when the had climaxed, could have witnessed the moment when the piss-slit at the head of the stranger's pricks opened up to release the flood of cum that was sprayed across the table in a row of strong jets.

Almost without thinking he got up out of the chair and moved closer to the desk. His right hand came forward. With the tip of a finger he touched one of the globs of cum. It was wet and cold but still the touch sent a wave of almost unbearable heat through his body. A small drop of cum stuck to his finger. Tom's heart raced while he brought his hand up to his face. His lips parted and slowly his tongue sneaked out of his mouth to lick at his finger - to taste cum, another man's cum for the very first time.

"Want some fresh one?"

The voice made Tom jump. He blushed and realized that, unnoticed by him, a man had entered the room. The intruder leaned against the door-frame and gazed at Tom with a vicious grin on his face. He was huge: long-legged, broad-backed, deep-chested, thick-necked - a real athlete. He had brown hair and brown eyes and was deeply tanned. A tight t-shirt showed huge pecs and massively muscled biceps threaded with thick, rich rippling veins. And obviously the man was hung - huge - hell, enormous! An appetizing bulk of swollen dick between hard-muscled thighs was very clearly visible beneath the thin fabric of his tight-fitting jeans. This guy was a stud - a stallion!

"Who're you?", Tom snapped while he rubbed the sticky liquid on his finger into his pants.

"Name's Tennyson..., Sir", the man answered in a slow drawl. His voice was very deep. "With whom do I have the pleasure of... speaking?", he added slowly, dragging out the sentence and leaving a long, strangely suggestive pause before the last word.

"Tom Leven. What's the matter? You wanted to talk to me?"

The man ignored Tom's questions and moved forward to the desk. He faced the boy across the table and starred right into his eyes. Then he cast his gaze down and his eyes darted across the mess of cum on top of the desk. His hands came up; playfully he started to draw lines of cum with one finger between the small, glittering pools of jism that were spread over the table.

"Smells great, uhh?", he said in a low, dreamy whisper while he slowly rubbed cum into the rough wood.

Somehow Tom managed to sound annoyed and angry while in reality he was just confused, nervous and also scarred: "What do you want? Spit it out now or I'll leave!"

The security guard looked at him mockingly.

"Can't you guess?" The man lifted his cum-smeared finger up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Can't you really guess?"

Of course Tom had by then more than a vague idea why he had been brought to the office but he was still not sure if he wanted to be part of the security guard's game. "Maybe there are more options than the obvious one. I won't make this too easy for you, man", he thought.

Tennyson spoke again. "You see, Mr. ...er... Leven, I don't care if people fuck around anywhere outside this building. I don't mind if they fuck behind some bush in the park, in the mall's john, in a dark side-alley or in the last row of a movie-theatre. But when a guy shoves his stiff dick into a man's tight ass right here in the gym, right here in the locker-room - than I do care about it. It conscerns me, it conscerns me greatly because I am responsible for all what goes on in these rooms. To keep me informed the management has kindly installed some hidden video cameras in all the rooms. I think you understand what this means in your case... we can even do close-ups, you know...". Once again he dragged out the words as if he liked to linger on them.

"To cut a long story short, Mr. ...er... Tom - if you don't mind -, I don't like people to fuck around right here under this roof and I won't tolerate such actions unless...". His voice trailed off. A long silence ensued while the two men starred at each other across the table.

"Unless... ?" Tom was surprised by the throaty, strained sound of his own voice. His dick twitched.

"... unless..." The security guard hesitated. "... unless they... cooperate... yeah, let's put it this way... unless they cooperate with me when they are asked to do so...". A sly grin appeared on Tennyson's lips and with just a few quick movements of his hands he exposed his completely erect dick and a set of large, low-hanging balls. Tom's eyes gupled. The man's prick was more than appropriate to his impressive physical development: more than nine inches long, thick as Tom's wrist, uncircumcised, with the most broadly flared cockhead rim imaginable, the foreskin only half able to cover the fat, brightly red head.

The guard's oval and very hairy balls rested on the top of the desk but his dick needed absolutely no support: the mammoth rod of pulsing manmeat arched right up into the air. Strong blue veins criss-crossed the entire length of the massive shaft that swayed slowly up and down. Clear drops of pre-cum appeard at the large piss-slit that gaped at Tom. With his thump Tennyson spread the slimey lube over the sensitive, soft skin. He pulled the foreskin down until the large, mush-room shaped head was completely exposed. When he spoke again his voice sounded strangely muffled.

"Come on, Tom, go down on me! Suck me off!! I'll give you the real taste of cum. I can see you want to do it. Your dick is rock-hard and wetting your pants. Look at that spot, look at it! You're drooling."

Tom knew that it would have been silly to deny his excitement and arousal but for the reason of pride he still felt it necessary to show at least some reluctance.

"Haven't you cum just before?", he asked in a low voice and pointed to the drying jism on the desk.

"Course I came while I watched you and that guy going at it here on the screen and - as you can see - it was a really huge load... really huge. Thought it would never stop... Eventually it stopped but - you see - this baby here did not go down. It has stayed rock-hard ever since that moment and my balls ache like hell. So... this is why I need your... cooperation." The man's huge dick twitched in his hand. A strong heat seemed to emanate from it. The thin coating of pre-cum gave the large prick-head an elegant shine.

"Ok.?"

Silently Tom nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready for you, man", he thought. "Give me your dick, give me your cum." Expectantly he looked at the guard who had already begun to remove his clothes.

"Strip!", he ordered. Tom obeyed eagerly, revealing his broad shoulders, strong, thickly matted chest and hard belly. When he shoved his trousers and his jock strap down to his ankles his fat seven inch dick sprang to attention, slapping at his stomach. Approvingly the security guard ran his eyes over the young man's strong body while Tom marveled once again at the size of the guard's thickly muscled, powerful torso. Still they faced each other across the desk - stark naked, bare-assed, chests heaving, tits erect, cocks arching up into the air. Since the man did not move Tom, too, stayed were he was.

Starring Tom right into the eye Tennyson began a low, soft singsong: "Go ahead, buddy. Feel it! Move your hand and wrap your fingers around my dick. Come on, touch it, touch my dick! It's waiting for you."

With trembling fingers Tom reached across the table. His fingers touched the prickly hair that grew at the base of the man's massive rod and then they closed around the thickness of Tennyson's throbbing erection. The cock felt thrillingly warm and silky but at the same time it was hard as steel.. Tom squeezed it testingly. It jerked and leaked even more pre-cum.

"You like it, Tom?" Eyes alert and wide open, absorbing the veiny length of the fat shaft, fascinated by the snug movements of the slippery foreskin up and down on the man's huge prick-head, Tom could just nod, his fingers now clutching with an intensity and eagerness he had never exerted on his own meat.

"Mhhh, that's hot, Tom, so hot... but there is something else I want from you - not just your hand. It's your mouth that I want on my dick. I want to feel your soft lips and your wet tongue on my cock. I want you to lick the entire length of it and then I'll shove it down into your throat. Come on, buddy, suck me! Suck my dick!"

Slowly Tom leaned across the table and lowered his head. His own rock-hard dick got trapped between his well-muscled stomach and the cool, sticky top of the table; the hair on his chest and belly became soiled with the remains of Tennyson's first load. Then his lips, soft and wet and hungry, brushed across the man's jerking erection. His tongue sneaked out of his mouth and he licked and lapped at the generously oozing slit in the large prick-head. Tom felt intoxicated by the strong, male scent emanating from the man's lap and he opened his mouth to start his descent on the nine-inch monster of manmeat. Tennyson guided and encouraged him by running gentle fingers through Tom's hair.

"Ohhhh, baby, that's good, so good. Take it in your mouth. Put that hot, sweat mouth on the head of my dick... just the head... just the head... till you're used to the feel of it and to the taste of it... this is only the beginning. Later on I'm gonna pump a couple gallons of jism in your thirsty throat... but not now, not now. Ohhhh, yeah, man, take it. Take the fuckin' hot head... let me feel your sweet, smooth, juicy mouth on the head of my prick."

Tom's mouth sank down slowly, cautiously, until his lips were stretched achingly taunt, straining around the last fragment of the wide-flaring cochhead rim. He rested and fought for air. Inexperienced as he was he still loved every second - and every inch of the man's huge dick. He wanted more of it - all of it - now! Tom sucked in a noisy breath and lunged forward. With a sudden, head-twisting forward movement he engulfed not just the man's dickhead but the whole shaft, swirling his tongue eagerly all around its silky firmness, and then, still not satisfied, eased still further downwards, arching his neck sharply, and swallowed every inch of the guard's massive, pulsing rod.

Tennyson, feeling the sudden tightness around his meat, the full, almost suffocating warmth engulfing his long shaft, threw his head back in exctasy and moaned. "Ohhhh, man, this... this is unbelievable, Stop! Stop! Uhhh, I almost shot off!! Damn! Don't want to loose my wad ... not yet... not so fast." Teasingly Tom twirled his tongue around the huge dick that stretched his mouth and made his jaws ache.

"Ohhhh, man, you're good, so good. You love dick, don't you, uh? I can tell you love to give head, to have this fat dick here shoved into your throat up to the hilt." Tom - who was in no position to answer - in his thoughts dismissed Tennyson's questions as mere rhethoric. "Of course I love to suck", he thought. "It's only the first time I'm doing it - but I love it and from now one I will suck as many dicks as possible. Yeah. I swear I will."

And then the guard began to face-fuck him. The man moaned, ground his pelvis urgently against Tom's face, the thick grow of groin hair tickling against the boy's nose and cheeks, the man's huge balls smashed tight against his stubbly chin. Grabbing the boy's hair and ears Tennyson began a rhythmic, pulsating fuck, driving his big dick to the hilt into Tom's aching throat, backing off until they nearly disconnected, then grabbed his hair again and pulled the sucking mouth with its swirling tongue forward, lashing his strong hips to meet the approaching, wet hole, their flesh meeting with a juicy smack.

Tom gupled and swallowed, fought for air and gupled and swallowed again. His own dick, still trapped between his bent torso and the table, throbbed violently. He was ready to cum again.

Tennyson lunged his hips even faster now, driving harder, trying to plunge even deeper. His taunt ass cheeks flexed and dimpled as he tightened them while thrusting forward into the boy's receptive mouth, relaxed as he drew back until his pulsind rod almost popped put of Tom's lips, and tightened again before the next shove to fill the boy's tight throat. Eagerly Tom waited for the man's load.

Suddenly the boy jumped and froze as an entirely new sensation ran through his body, a feeling that was stronger than anything he had experienced before. It took him some time to realize what was going on, to detect where the wave of raw lust that shot through his loins came from.

When he had sorted it out, his heart stopped to beat: someone licked at his asshole!

(to be continued)