encouraged by his strident vocal affirmations. "Lick! . . Lick! . . . Don't stop! . .Oooooooooooo . . . . Eat me, rim me, you son of a bitch." I was reminded that he was familiar with man to man pleasures via the Internet. "Ooooohhhhh. . . . .oooooahhhhhooooo. . . . Yes, you know you want that hole. . . Aaaahhh. . . . That hole is yours. Give me your licking tongue. . . Stick your tongue up my hole, hard." I decided to allow my slathering tongue to explore new territory. I licked with firm pressured sweeps down his exposed crotch to the underside of the soft sac of jewels that was supported by the mattress. I could see that the all-important external organ of his anatomy had stiffened once again to full hardness. Always a glutton for pleasurable servicing, I grasped it as he intuitively raised his hips for me to pull it down into my out thrust lips and tongue. In an instant, he had me on my back, sitting on my upper chest and shoulders, his meaty pillar tensed down into my open mouth with his fingers. "If you want my cock in your mouth, then suck on it hard. . . . . Don't fool around, eat me!" he yelled.

If this was what it was like to be pinned by a nude Olympian wrestler of ancient times, then I was born centuries too late. I sucked and licked about as best I could, thrilling too much of his 200 or so lbs. resting on me via his warm seat and upper thighs. Realizing I was powerless to diversify my motions, he raised himself horizontally above me with his legs spread as if in a stance to start pushups. His cock never completely leaving my slurping mouth, he started pumping his hips in rhythm to a serious face fuck. Instantly, I adjusted my throat muscles for the impending invasion. I had to adjust my head and neck to allow myself the best angle to relish every stroke of his heavenly piston of flesh. With each thrust, his meat would throb, twitch, and taste in a slightly different manner. On occasion, he would pause as his full length was thrust to the hilt in my mouth, allowing me to sniff his tickling man scented fulsome tuft. "There! Take it. . . .aaahhhh, swallow me you obsessed cock freak. . . . . Yyyyeeeeesssssss, don't let up until you milk me of my joy juice. . . . Hoooooeeeeeee, that feels ssoooooooo gooooddddd. . . . . Work your tongue, like that! . . . . Ughhh, ahhh. . . . ahh. . . . ahhh." By now I was administering strokes within strokes. His stroke in and out was being met by two strokes of my quick right hand along as much of the shaft as I could grasp, as he continued to thrust in and out of my slobbering mouth. He was lost in the ecstasy of his mounting pleasures.

"Oooooohhhhh, it won't be long now. . . . Get ready, I am going to shoot a terrrrriffic loooooad. . . Now I cum, ughhh." His overly sensitized cock jerked a throb that nearly exploded itself, unleashing little jets of heated man climax down my throat and the back of my mouth. I savored every squirt of his fresh passion and would not release his sex until it had lost its toughness and the weight of his lower torso relaxed on my face. . Turning over and lying on the