FLYING FAIRIES III
Tim's dick was a taste treat. Every so often I'd get a little sample of his precum and it was delicious. He was being kind to my boner by not sucking hard, mostly paying attention to my cockhead with his tongue and wagging his head around so my stiffy was rubbing against all parts of his mouth. I tried to follow his lead and replicate his moves. Then I felt his finger tickling my butthole. A new sensation and it set me off on the climb to my orgasm. As I got closer my glans got ever more sensitive and when I was right on the edge I lifted my head off his cock and warned him I was a about to cum. He was teasing me, barely massaging the tip of my cock with his tongue. It was sweet agony to be teetering on the edge of ejaculating. So close, ah God it felt so good...and then KZZZAAAAP! The cum roared down my straining dick and he popped his head off with my first spurt. Hard as stone my unfettered dong danced and squirted, and squirted and kept squirting for at least eight times. . Ahh, it felt marvelous to shoot my load and we both watched in reverent silence.
"How about it? Get back to work! Remember me over here, the guy with a needy hardon pointing at you?" He said. There was semen all over the place and I lubed a forefinger with some and slid it up his butt. His cock was leaking gobs of precum and it tasted ever so good. "Ah, yes. Yes, yes what could be nicer than pleasure on both of my joy spots. Keep that finger moving." Then silence reigned for a couple of minutes, broken only when he announced he was pretty close to the edge. I kept my pooper finger busy but replaced my face with my other hand and gently massaged the underside of his cockhead. A big drop of nature's lubricant oozed from his piss slit and I licked it off. I got out of the way just in time to escape the first jet of his joy juice. His face was screwed up as though in agony and he didn't utter a sound as his pucker spasmed on my finger while his cock jerked and squirted. A lot.
When he came back to earth I asked Tim about the only guy not naked. Mid thirties, blonde, cute with a huge bulge in his bathing suit. "Oh that's Paul. Nice guy but a strange duck. He's gay but committed to celibacy. We call him Saint Paul. Apparently he gets a huge guilt trip when he has sex with men."
My curiosity about what was about to split his bathing suit was driving my filthy imagination to new heights. I introduced myself to him and asked if I could bum a ride back to Santa Fe. Big smile and he said "Sure,"
As we flew back I told him my curiosity was killing me re what must be a very large penis and I'd really like to see it. "Nope, I'm gay and enjoy being around gay men, but I have sworn off sexual activity with guys." I pointed out that his very large erection would indicate that he might enjoy M-M sex and asked if he'd ever tried it. And if so if he liked it.
"Well yes and no. Yes I tried it twice and I liked it. But no, the guilt afterwards was awful and not worth a few minutes of enjoyment."
I told him I had felt the same way initially having been brought up in a religious family, so I sought out a psychologist who advanced an opinion that washed away my guilt. Paul wanted to know what I learned so I lied through my cock and told him that the psychologist advanced the theory that Jesus was himself gay. He pointed out that Jesus was never married, only hung out with men and quoted a couple of verses in the bible that indicated he enjoyed sex with men. A lot. And in fact he was crucified because his fuckbuddy Judas outed him. Paul was nonplussed. And I repeated that I was fascinated with the bulge in his bathing suit and I'd really like to see it.
"Gee, I've got to think about this," he said.
Two days later he called and invited me over to his place to explore the gay Jesus theory further. We talked about it for a while and he said, "Well, I guess I'll never know if M/M sex will still give me a major guilt trip unless I try it." I suggested we masturbate each other to see how it made him feel and he said, "Impossible. Masturbation by definition is self pleasuring so masturbating someone else is an oxymoron. Sorry, but I'm an English teacher and I can't help myself sometimes." Then he smiled and said, "But we could jack each other off and see how that works."
We were naked in seconds and I was not disappointed in my hopes the big bulge in his bathing suit hid a big weenie. It was pretty too, with an oversized glans sitting on top of a thick boner at least inches long. He led me to a couch and we sat side by side. I fondled his balls and they were oversized too. Then I started to stroke him and in a minute or two he followed suit. I was going gently and slowly but it couldn't have been two minutes before his back arched and he moaned, "oooohhhHHH......GOD!" His cock throbbed in my hand and I let it go free. The first spurt was mostly clear fluid that landed on his leg. Then creamy cum began to squirt a couple of feet in the air as his cock danced. I didn't count but he must have shot well more than a half dozen man sized wads. When he came back to earth he began to jack me. I lasted longer than he did but he did know how to stroke a cock and the combination of the smell of cum permeating the room and the sight of his still hard still leaking dick sent me over the edge pretty quick. When I unloaded he held on to my organ and stared open mouthed as the splooge gushed out.
"Gosh, the feel of your penis pulsing in my hand and watching all that semen shooting out was awesome. Now I have to see if the guilt trip comes back." I told him I hoped not and was glad he enjoyed our meeting. As I left I asked him to call me back in a couple of days and tell me how he was feeling.
I didn't have to wait long, he called me the next day. "Boy do I owe you a bunch! No guilt, none at all. And now I maybe can really enjoy being gay. Uh, do you think we could, um, maybe something more, er advanced? To see how that works? Like maybe tomorrow morning before church?"
He met me at the door with a full boner and a smile to go with it. By the time I shucked my duds I was hard too. He really did have a gorgeous dick. I asked him what he wanted to do and with zero hesitation said, "I've always wanted to be screwed. I've been using a wine bottle up my fanny for years when I masturbate and feeling guilty every time I imagined it was a guy but now the guilt's gone and I'm ready for the real thing." He was indeed ready, he had a pack of condoms and a tube of lube on the bedside table. He rubbered me up, greased me good and flopped on his back with his knees pulled up. My cock had to push a little until his sphincter relaxed and then I entered him balls to the wall. "Oh yeah. Much better than my bottle!" He said. His butt hole was tight on my boner and it felt mighty good as I did the old in and out. "Tell me what you feel when you get close to your climax," he said.
A couple minutes later I felt that delicious rise of tension, slowed my stroking and said, "I'm getting there, my cock is getting more and more sensitive and I've got a tight feeling behind my balls. Eee, yeah it feels good. Like a rubber band being overstretched... Closer, I'm gonna cum pretty....OOOOOHHHHH, OH, OH, OH, GOD! o, o, ohhhh, wow. I hope it felt good for you too.
"It did. I could feel your penis throbbing in there and imagining your semen squirting. Stay in me for a minute, you still feel awfully good."
I did until I finally lost my boner, then I bent over and licked the precum dripping from his piss slit. It tasted so good I licked the puddle off his belly too, then I said, "Look at your poor organ. It's all swollen up! It seems to me the Christian thing for me to do would be lick it until the swelling goes away."
TO BE CONTINUED