then moved down to my balls and across my prostate. He cupped my smallish asscheeks in both of his massive hands and lifted my hips up off of the linen sheet and licked my crinkly, tight asshole. I felt him transfer some of my cum from his tongue into my bung, and he gently began to fuck my asshole with his strong, insistent tongue. I bent my knees and raised my ass up higher so that he could reach in deeper, and my cock began to swell again.

Quintullus climbed up on the couch with smooth, panther-like grace, with his own huge erection standing straight out from his muscular body. I thought, “There is no way that I can take that monster into me” and tried to move away but I was powerless. He cupped his hand and dipped it into the trough next to the couch, and brought it to my lips. He whispered, “Drink of the water from the pool and it will be easier.” I drunk from his hand, totally submitting to his domineering masculinity. As I swallowed the slightly salty, somewhat funky water, I could feel its every move down my throat, into my gut, and then seemingly all through my entire body – every cell, every corpuscle, every atom seemed bathed by the water, and refreshed and excited. He spread my legs and began, slowly and gently, to push into me, his arms braced on either side of my head, huge biceps corded. I looked down past the mounds of his pecs, past the ripples of his abdomen, and watched his monstrous cock slowly twist its way into my helpless asshole. It must have been something with the oil, or with the water, but I felt no real pain, just pressure – enormous, pleasurable pressure, as enormous as his cock. He slowly worked it all the way in, and hovered over me, grinning, his coal-black eyes glittering, and he began to slowly move from side to side and around, to relax me and open me up. He then lowered himself onto my chest, and pulled me close to him, and began slowly pumping me in the timeless, immortal rhythm. I wrapped my arms around his strong back, feeling his muscles rippling under me as that monster cock thrust into me with increasing urgency. I crossed my legs over his muscular asscheeks and pulled him tighter into me. His head was just a bit below mine and to one side, his short black hair teasing my cheek. His heavily muscled chest pressed onto mine, making it hard – but not impossible – to breathe, just close enough to asphyxiation to be even more exciting. His rock-hard abs pressed my engorging cock against my own belly, and his oil-slicked abdominal muscles were stroking me off and pounding my balls while he was fucking me. His bass rumble had changed to a growl and, as the speed and intensity of his fucking increased, to a roar. My own cock reached its limit, and I clung to him like a drowning man to a rock as I shot a load between our clenched bodies, while he blasted jet after jet of sizzling cum so far into my bowels I felt like I could taste it. I closed my eyes in the most sublime sexual ecstasy that I had ever experienced.

Beyond my closed eyes, I sensed a bright light.